Nan.[675]

No, by my troth, I love the fool the best: And, if you be jealous, God give you good-night! I fear you're a gelding, you caper so light.

GENTLEMAN.

I thought she had jested and meant but a fable, But now do I see she hath play'[d] with his bable. I wish all my friends by me to take heed, That a fool come not near you when you mean to speed.