XCII.

Lesbia doth but rail, rail ever upon me, nor endeth Ever. A life I stake, Lesbia loves me at heart. Ask me a sign? Our score runs parallel. I that abuse her Ever, a life to the stake, Lesbia, love thee at heart.

Lightly methinks I reck if Cæsar smile not upon me: Care not, whether a white, whether a swarth-skin, is he.

Mentula--wanton is he; his calling sure is a wanton's. Herbs to the pot, 'tis said wisely, the name to the man.