And how I have cherished thee always, as if you had been the fruit of my loins, flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone.
TROMPART.
Aye, sir.
STRUMBO.
Then show thy self herein a trusty servant, and carry this letter to mistress Dorothy, and tell her--[Speaking in his ear. Exit Trompart.]
Nay, masters, you shall see a marriage by and by. But here she comes. Now must I frame my amorous passions.
[Enter Dorothy and Trompart.]
DOROTHY.
Signior Strumbo, well met. I received your letters by your man here, who told me a pitiful story of your anguish, and so understanding your passions were so great, I came hither speedily.
STRUMBO.
Oh my sweet and pigsney, the fecundity of my ingenie is not so great, that may declare unto you the sorrowful sobs and broken sleeps, that I suffered for your sake; and therefore I desire you to receive me into your familiarity.
For your love doth lie, As near and as nigh Unto my heart within, As mine eye to my nose, My leg unto my hose, And my flesh unto my skin.
DOROTHY.
Truly, Master Strumbo, you speak too learnedly for me to understand the drift of your mind, and therefore tell your tale in plain terms, and leave off your dark riddles.
STRUMBO.
