XXXXI.

ON MAMURRA'S MISTRESS.

That Ametina, worn-out whore, Me for a myriad oft would bore, That strumpet of th' ignoble nose, To leman, rakehell Formian chose. An ye would guard her (kinsmen folk) 5 Your friends and leaches d'ye convoke: The girl's not sound-sens'd; ask ye naught Of her complaint: she's love-distraught.

Ametina, out-drainèd maiden, worries me for a whole ten thousand, that damsel with an outspread nose, _chère amie_ of Formianus the wildling. Ye near of kin in whose care the maiden is, summon ye both friends and medicals: for the girl's not sane. Nor ask ye, in what way: she is subject to delusions.