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<NAME>Simon Charles</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>THE RETVRNE FROM PERNASSVS: Or The Scourge of Simony. Publiquely acted by the Students in Saint Iohns Colledge in Cambridge.</P>
<P>AT LONDON Printed by <HI>G. Eld,</HI> for <HI>Iohn Wright,</HI> and are to bee &s;old at his &s;hop at Chri&s;t church Gate. 1606.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>The Prologue.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Boy, Stagekeeper, Momus, Defen&s;or.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>SPectators we will act a Comedy <STAGE>(non plus.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stageke.</SPEAKER>
<P>A poxon't this booke hath it not in it, you would be whipt, thou ra&s;kall: thou mu&s;t be &s;itting vp all night at cards, when thou &s;hould be conning your part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's all long on you, I could not get my part a night or two before that I might &s;leepe on it.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Stagekeeper carrieth the boy away vnder his arme.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mo.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's euen wel doone, hereis &s;uch a &s;turre about a &s;cur|uie Engli&s;h &s;how.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Defen.</SPEAKER>
<P>Scuruie in thy face, thou &s;curuie Iack, if this company were not, you paultry Crittick Gentleman, you that knowe what it is to play at primero, or pa&s;&s;age. You that haue beene &s;tudent at po&s;t and payre, &s;aint and Locadam. You that haue &s;pent all your quarters reuenewes in riding po&s;t one night in Chri&s;mas, beare with the weake memory of a gam&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, you that can play at noddy, or rather play vpon Noddies: you that can &s;et vp a iea&s;t, at primero in&s;teed of a re&s;t, laugh at the prologue that was taken away in a voy|der.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Defen.</SPEAKER>
<P>What we pre&s;ent I mu&s;t needs confe&s;&s;e is but &s;lub|bered inuention: if your wi&s;dome ob&s;cure the circum&s;tance, your kindene&s;&s;e will pardon the &s;ub&s;tance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mo.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is pre&s;ented here, is an old mu&s;ty &s;howe, that hath laine this twelfe-moneth in the bottome of a coale-hou&s;e a|mong&s;t broomes and old &s;howes, an inuen&s;ion that we are a|&s;hamed of, and therfore we haue promi&s;ed the Copies to the Chandlers to wrappe his candles in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Defen.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's but a Chri&s;tenmas toy, and may it plea&s;e your cur|ti&s;ies to let it pa&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="3">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mom.</SPEAKER>
<P>It <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">s a Chri&s;tmas toy indeede, as good a conceite as &s;lauging hotcockles, or blinde-man buffe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Defen.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some humors you &s;hall &s;ee aymed at, if not well re|&s;embled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mom.</SPEAKER>
<P>Humors indeede: is it not a pretty humor to &s;tand ha~|mering vpon two <HI>indiuidum vagum</HI> 2. &s;chollers &s;ome whole yeare. The&s;e &s;ame <HI>Phil.</HI> and <HI>Studio:</HI> haue beene followed with a whip, and a ver&s;e like a Couple of Vagabonds through <HI>England</HI> and <HI>Italy.</HI> The Pilgrimage to <HI>Perna&s;&s;us,</HI> and the re|turne from <HI>Perna&s;&s;us</HI> haue &s;toode the hone&s;t <HI>Stagekeepers</HI> in many a Crownes expence: for linckes and vizardes purcha&s;'d a Sophi&s;ter a knock: which a clubbe hindred the buttlers box, and emptied the colledge barrells, and now vnle&s;&s;e you know the &s;ubiect well you may returne home as wi&s;e as you came, for this la&s;t is the lea&s;t parte of the returne from <HI>Perna&s;&s;us,</HI> that is both the fir&s;t &amp; the la&s;t time that the Authors wit wil turne vpon the toe in this vaine, and at this time the &s;cene is not at <HI>Perna&s;&s;us,</HI> that is, lookes not good inuention in the face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Defen.</SPEAKER>
<P>If the Cata&s;trophe plea&s;e you not, impute it to the vnplea&s;ing fortunes of di&s;contented &s;chollers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mom.</SPEAKER>
<P>For Cata&s;trophe ther's neuer a tale in Sir <HI>Iohn Man|deuil,</HI> or <HI>Beuis</HI> of <HI>Southampton</HI> but hath a better turning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stagekeeper.</SPEAKER>
<P>What you ieering a&s;&s;e, begon with a pox.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mom.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may doe better to bu&s;y your &s;elfe in proui|ding beere, for the &s;hewe wil be pittifull drie, pittifull drie.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<P><HI>No more of this, I heard the &s;pectators a&s;ke for a blanke ver&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<L>What we &s;hew, is but a Chri&s;tmas ie&s;t,</L>
<L>Conceiue of this and gue&s;&s;e of all the re&s;t:</L>
<L>Full-like a &s;chollers haple&s;&s;e fortunes pen'd,</L>
<L>Who&s;e former griefes &s;eldome haue happy end.</L>
<L>Frame a&s;well, we might with ea&s;y &s;traine,</L>
<L>With far more pray&s;e, and with as little paine.</L>
<L>Storyes of loue, where forne the wondring bench,</L>
<L>The li&s;ping gallant might enioy his wench.</L>
<PB REF="3">
<L>Or make &s;ome Sire acknowledge his lo&s;t &s;onne,</L>
<L>Found when the weary act is almo&s;t done.</L>
<L>Nor vnto this, nor vnto that our &s;cene is bent,</L>
<L>We onely &s;hew a &s;chollers di&s;content.</L>
<L>In Scholers fortunes twi&s;e forlorne and dead</L>
<L>Twi&s;e hath our weary pen ear&s;t laboured.</L>
<L>Making them Pilgrims in <HI>Perna&s;&s;us</HI> hill,</L>
<L>Then penning their returne with ruder quill.</L>
<L>Now we pre&s;ent vnto each pittying eye,</L>
<L>The &s;chollers progre&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">e in their mi&s;erye.</L>
<L>Refined wits your patience is our bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Too weake our &s;cene: too great your iudgment is.</L>
<L>To you we &s;eeke to &s;hew a &s;chollers &s;tate,</L>
<L>His &s;corned fortunes, his vnpittyed fate.</L>
<L>To you: for if you did not &s;chollers ble&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Their ca&s;e (poore ca&s;e) were too too pittile&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>You &s;hade the mu&s;es vnder fo&s;tering,</L>
<L>And make them leaue to &s;igh, and learne to &s;ing.</L>
</SP>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>The names of the Actors.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<HEAD>Dramatis Per&s;ona.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Ingenio&s;o.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Iudicio.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Danter.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Philomu&s;us.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Studio&s;o.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Furor Poeticus.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Phanta&s;ma.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Patient.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Rhichardetto.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Theodore phi&s;ition.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Burge&s;&s;e patient.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Iaques, &s;tudio&s;o.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Academico.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Amorotto.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Page.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Signor Immerito.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Stercutio his father.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Sir frederick.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Recorder.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Page.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Prodigo.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Burbage.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Kempe.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Fidlers.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Patients man.</ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="4">
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 1. Scena 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ingenio&s;o, with Iuuenall in his hand.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ingenio&s;o.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>DIfficile e&s;t, Satyram non &s;cribere, nam quis iniquae</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tam patiens vrbis, tam furens vt teneat &s;e?</HI></L></Q>
<L>I, Iuuenall: thy ierking hand is good,</L>
<L>Not gently laying on, but fetching bloud.</L>
<L>So &s;urgean-like thou do&s;t with cutting heale,</L>
<L>Where nought but lanching can the wound auayle.</L>
<L>O &s;uffer me, among &s;o many men,</L>
<L>To tread aright the traces of thy pen.</L>
<L>And light my linke at thy eternall flame,</L>
<L>Till with it I brand euerla&s;ting &s;hame,</L>
<L>On the world's forhead and with thine owne &s;pirit,</L>
<L>Pay home the world according to his merit.</L>
<L>Thy purer &s;oule could not endure to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Euen &s;malle&s;t &s;pots of ba&s;e impurity:</L>
<L>Nor could &s;mall faults e&s;cape thy cleaner hands,</L>
<L>Then foule faced Vice was in his &s;wadling bands.</L>
<L>Now like <HI>Anteus</HI> growne a mon&s;ter is,</L>
<L>A match for none but mighty <HI>Hercules.</HI></L>
<L>Now can the world practi&s;e in playner gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Both &s;innes of old and new borne villanyes.</L>
<L>Stale &s;innes are &s;tole: now doth the world begin</L>
<L>To take &s;ole plea&s;ure in a witty &s;inne.</L>
<L>Vnplea&s;ant is the lawle&s;&s;e &s;inne has bin,</L>
<L>At midnight re&s;t, when darkne&s;&s;e couers &s;in.</L>
<L>It's Clowni&s;h vnbe&s;eeming a young Knight,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e it dare outface the gloring light.</L>
<L>Nor can it nought our gallants pray&s;es reape,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e'it be done in &s;taring Cheape.</L>
<L>In a &s;inne-guilty Coach not cloa&s;ely pent,</L>
<L>Iogging along the harder pauement.</L>
<L>Did not feare check my repining &s;prit,</L>
<L>Soone &s;hould my angry gho&s;t a &s;tory write.</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L>In which I would new fo&s;tred &s;innes combine,</L>
<L>Not knowne ear&s;t by truth telling <HI>Aretine.</HI></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Iud</STAGE>
<STAGE>Ingenio&s;o, Iudicio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>Ingenio&s;o,</HI> carrying a Vinegar bottle about thee, like a great &s;chole-boy giuing the world a bloudy no&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith <HI>Iudicio,</HI> if I carry the vineger bottle, it's great rea|&s;on I &s;hould confer it vpon the bald pated world: and againe, if my kitchen want the vten&s;ilies of viands, it's great rea&s;on o|ther men &s;hould haue the &s;auce of vineger, and for the bloudie no&s;e, <HI>Iudicio,</HI> I may chance indeed giue the world a bloudy no&s;e, but it &s;hall hardly giue me a crakt crowne, though it giues other Poets french crownes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would wi&s;h thee <HI>Ing.</HI> to &s;heath thy pen, for thou can&s;t not be &s;ucce&s;&s;efull in the fray, con&s;idering thy enemies haue the aduantage of the ground.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or rather <HI>Iud.</HI> they haue the grounds with aduantage, and the french crownes with a pox, and I would they had them with a plague too: but hang them &s;wadds, the ba&s;e&s;t corner in my thoughts is too gallant a roome to lodge them in, but &s;ay <HI>Iudicio,</HI> what newes in your pre&s;&s;e, did you keepe any late corrections vpon any tardy pamphlets?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Veterem iubes renouare dolorem Ing.</HI> what ere befalls thee, keepe thee from the trade of the corrector of the pre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mary &s;o I will, I warrant thee, if pouerty pre&s;se not too much, Ile correct no pre&s;se but the pre&s;se of the people.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would it not grieue any good &s;pirits to &s;it a whole moneth nitting out a lou&s;y beggarly Pamphlet, and like a needy Phi&s;itian to &s;tand whole yeares, to&s;&s;ing and tumbling, the filth that falleth from &s;o many draughty inuentions as day|ly &s;warme in our printing hou&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come (I thinke) we &s;hall haue you put finger in the eye and crie, O friends, no friends, &s;ay man what new paper hob|by hor&s;es, what rattle babies are come out in your late May morrice dounce?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sly my rimes as thick as flies in th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">e &s;unne, I thinke
<PB REF="5"> there be neuer an alle hou&s;e in England, not any &s;o ba&s;e a may pole on a country greene, but &s;etts forth &s;ome poets petternels or demilaunces to the paper wa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">res in Paules Church yard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>And well too may the i&s;&s;ue of a &s;trong hop learne to hop all ouer England, when as better wittes &s;it like lame coblers in their &s;tudies. Such barmy heads wil alwaies be working, when as &s;ad vineger witts &s;it &s;ouring at the bottome of a barrell: plaine Meteors, bred of the exhalation of Tobacco, and the vapors of a moy&s;t pot, that &s;oure vp into the open ayre, when as &s;ounder wit keepes belowe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Con&s;idering the furyes of the times, I could better endure to &s;e tho&s;e young Can quaffing huck&s;ters &s;hoot of their pellets &s;o they would keepe them from the&s;e Engli&s;h <HI>flore&s;-poetarum,</HI> but now the world is come to that pa&s;&s;e, that there &s;tarts vp euery day an old goo&s;e that &s;its hatching vp tho&s;e eggs which haue ben filcht from the ne&s;t of Crowes and Ke&s;trells: here is a booke <HI>Ing:</HI> why to condemne it to cleare the v&s;uall Tiburne of all mi&s;&s;iuing papers, weare too faire a death for &s;o foule an offender.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the name of it, I pray thee <HI>Iud?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Looke its here <HI>Beluedere.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>what a belwether in Paules Churchyeard, &s;o cald be|cau&s;e it keeps a bleating, or becau&s;e it hath the tinckling bel of &s;o many Poets about the neck of it, what is the re&s;t of the title.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>The garden of the Mu&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>What haue we here, the Poet gari&s;h gayly bedeket like fore hor&s;es of the pari&s;h? what follows.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Quem referent mu&s;ae, viuet dum roboratellus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dum caelum stellas, dum vehit amnis aquas.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<L>Who blurres fayer paper, with foule ba&s;tard rimes,</L>
<L>Shall liue full many an age in latter times:</L>
<L>Who makes a ballet for an ale hou&s;e doore,</L>
<L>Shall liue in future times for euer more.</L>
<L>Then (<GAP DESC="missing" REASON="omitted in print" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word">) thy mu&s;e &s;hall liue &s;o long,</L>
<L>As drafty ballats to thy prai&s;e are &s;ong.</L>
<P>But what's his deui&s;e, Parna&s;&s;us with the &s;unne and the lawrel: I wonder this owle dares looke on the &s;unne and I maruaill
<PB REF="6"> this go&s;e flies not the lawrell: his deui&s;e might haue bene bet|ter a foole going in to the market place to be &s;eene, with this motto <HI>&s;cribimus indocti,</HI> or a poore beggar gleaning of eares in the end of harue&s;t, with this word, <HI>&s;ua cui&abque; gloria.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Turne ouer the leafe <HI>Ing:</HI> and thou &s;halt &s;ee the paynes of this worthy gentleman, Sentences gathered out of all kind of Poetts, referred to certaine methodicall heades, profitable for the v&s;e of the&s;e times, to rime vpon any occa&s;ion at a little warning: Read the names.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>So I will, if thou wilt helpe me to cen&s;ure them.
<LIST>
<ITEM>Edmund Spencer.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Henry Con&s;table.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Thomas Lodge.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Samuel Daniell.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Thomas Wat&s;on.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Michaell Drayton.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Iohn Dauis.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Iohn Mar&s;ton.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Kit: Marlowe.</ITEM>
</LIST> Good men and true; &s;tand togither: heare your cen&s;ure, what's thy iudgement of <HI>Spencer?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L>A &s;weeter &s;wan then euer &s;ong in Poe,</L>
<L>A &s;hriller Nightingale then euer ble&s;t</L>
<L>The prouder groues of &s;elfe admiring Rome.</L>
<L>Blith was each vally, and each &s;heapeard proud,</L>
<L>While he did chaunt his rurall min&s;tral&s;ye.</L>
<L>Attentiue was full many a dainty eare.</L>
<L>Nay hearers hong vpon his melting tong,</L>
<L>While &s;weetly of his Faiery Queene he &s;ong.</L>
<L>While to the waters fall he tun'd for fame,</L>
<L>And in each barke engrau'd Elizaes name.</L>
<L>And yet for all this, vnregarding &s;oile</L>
<L>Vnlac't the line of his de&s;ired life,</L>
<L>Denying mayntenance for his deare releife.</L>
<L>Carele&s;&s;e care to preuent his exequy,</L>
<L>Scarce deigning to &s;hut vp his dying eye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pitty it is that gentler witts &s;hould breed,</L>
<L>Where thick&s;kin chuffes laugh at a &s;chollers neede.</L>
<L>But &s;oftly may our honors a&s;hes re&s;t,</L>
<L>That lie by mery <HI>Chancers</HI> noble che&s;t.</L>
<PB REF="6">
<P>But I pray thee proceede breefly in thy cen&s;ure, that I may be proud of my &s;elfe, as in the fir&s;t, &s;o in the la&s;t, my cen|&s;ure may iumpe with thine. <HI>Henry Con&s;table, Samuel Daniel, Thomas Lodg, Thomas Wat&s;on.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweete <HI>Con&s;table</HI> doth take the wondring eare,</L>
<L>And layes it vp in willing pri&s;onment:</L>
<L>Sweete hony dropping <HI>Daniell</HI> doth wage</L>
<L>Warre with the proude&s;t big Italian,</L>
<L>That melts his heart in &s;ugred &s;onetting.</L>
<L>Onely let him more &s;paringly make v&s;e,</L>
<L>Of others wit, and v&s;e his owne the more:</L>
<L>That well may &s;corne ba&s;e imitation.</L>
<L>For <HI>Lodge</HI> and <HI>Wat&s;on,</HI> men of &s;ome de&s;ert,</L>
<L>Yet &s;ubiect to a Critticks marginall.</L>
<L><HI>Lodge</HI> for his oare in euery paper boate,</L>
<L>He that turnes ouer Galen euery day,</L>
<L>To &s;it and &s;imper <HI>Euphues</HI> legacy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Michael Drayton.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<L><HI>Draytons</HI> &s;weete mu&s;e is like a &s;anguine dy,</L>
<L>Able to raui&s;h the ra&s;h gazers eye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>How euer he wants one true note of a Poet of our times, and that is this, hee cannot &s;wagger it well in a Tauerne, nor dominere in a hothou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Iohn Dauis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<L>Acute <HI>Iohn Dauis,</HI> I affect thy rymes,</L>
<L>That ierck in hidden charmes the&s;e loo&s;er times:</L>
<L>Thy playner ver&s;e, thy vnaffected vaine,</L>
<L>Is grac't with a fayre and a &s;ooping traine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Locke</HI> and <HI>Hud&s;on.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Locke</HI> and <HI>Hud&s;on,</HI> &s;leepe you quiet &s;hauers, among the &s;hauings of the pre&s;&s;e, and let your bookes lie in &s;ome old nookes among&s;t old bootes and &s;hooes, &s;o you may auoyde my cen&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then clap a locke on their feete, and turne them to commons.</P>
<P><HI>Iohn Mar&s;ton.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>Mon&s;ier Kin&s;ayder,</HI> lifting vp your legge and
<PB REF="7"> pi&s;&s;ing again&s;t the world, put vp man, put vp for &s;hame.</P>
<L>Me thinks he is a Ruffian in his &s;tile,</L>
<L>Withouten bands or garters ornament,</L>
<L>He quaffes a cup of frenchmans Helicon.</L>
<L>Then roy&s;ter doy&s;ter in his oylie tearmes,</L>
<L>Cutts, thru&s;ts, and foines at whome&s;oeuer he meets.</L>
<L>And &s;trewes about Ram-ally meditations,</L>
<L>Tut what cares he for mode&s;t clo&s;e coucht termes,</L>
<L>Cleanly to gird our loo&s;er libertines.</L>
<L>Giue him plaine naked words &s;tript from their &s;hirts</L>
<L>That might be&s;eeme plaine dealing <HI>Aretine:</HI></L>
<L>I there is one that backes a paper &s;teed</L>
<L>And manageth a pen-knife gallantly,</L>
<L>Strikes his poinado at a buttons breadth,</L>
<L>Brings the great battering ram of tearms to towns</L>
<L>And at fir&s;t volly of his Cannon &s;hot,</L>
<L>Batters the walles of the old fu&s;tie world.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Chri&s;topher Marlowe.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Marlowe</HI> was happy in his bu&s;kind mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Alas vnhappy in his life and end,</L>
<L>Pitty it is that wit &s;o ill &s;hould dwell,</L>
<L>Wit lent from heauen, but vices &s;ent from hell.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our <HI>Theater</HI> hath lo&s;t, <HI>Pluto</HI> hath got,</L>
<L>A Tragick penman for a driery plot.</L>
<P><HI>Beniamin Iohn&s;on.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>The wittie&s;t fellow of a Bricklayer in England.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>A meere Empyrick, one that getts what he hath by ob|&s;eruation, and makes onely nature priuy to what he endites, &s;o &s;low an Inuentor, that he were better betake him&s;elfe to his old trade of Bricklaying, a bould whor&s;on, as confident now in making of a booke, as he was in times pa&s;t in laying of a brick.</P>
<P><HI>William Shate&s;peare.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who loues <HI>Adonis</HI> loue, or <HI>Lucre's</HI> rape,</L>
<L>His &s;weeter ver&s;e contaynes hart robbing life,</L>
<L>Could but a grauer &s;ubiect him content,</L>
<L>Without loues fooli&s;h lazy langui&s;hment.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="7">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Churchyard.</HI></P>
<L>Hath not <HI>Shor's</HI> wife although a light &s;kirts &s;he,</L>
<L>Giuen him a cha&s;t long la&s;ting memory?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L>No all light pamphlets once I finden &s;hall,</L>
<L>A Churchyard and a graue to bury all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Thomas Na&s;hdo.</HI></P>
<P>I heare is a fellowe <HI>Iudicio</HI> that carryed the deadly &s;tocke in his pen, who&s;e mu&s;e was armed with a gagtooth, and his pen po&s;&s;e&s;t with <HI>Hercules</HI> furies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let all his faultes &s;leepe with his mournfull che&s;t,</L>
<L>And then for euer with his a&s;hes re&s;t.</L>
<L>His &s;tile was wittie, though he had &s;ome gal,</L>
<L>Something he might haue mended; &s;o may all.</L>
<L>Yet this I &s;ay, that for a mother witt,</L>
<L>Fewe men haue euer &s;eene the like of it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Reades the rest.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iud.</SPEAKER>
<P>As for the&s;e, they haue &s;ome of them beene the old hedg&s;taket of the pre&s;&s;e, and &s;ome of them are at this in&s;tant the botts and glanders of the printing hou&s;e. Fellowes that &s;tand onely vpon tearmes to &s;erue the tearme, with their blot|ted papers, write as men goe to &s;toole, for needes, and when they write, they write as a Beare pi&s;&s;es, now and then drop a pamphlet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Durum telum nece&s;&s;itas.</HI> Good fayth they do as I do, ex|change words for mony, I haue &s;ome traffique this day with <HI>Danter,</HI> about a little booke which I haue made, the name of it is a Catalogue of <HI>Cambrige</HI> Cuckolds, but this Beluedere, this methodicall a&s;&s;e, hath made me almo&s;t forget my time: Ile now to Paules Churchyard meete me an houre hence, at the &s;igne of the Pega&s;us in Cheap-&s;ide, and Ile moy&s;t thy temples with a cuppe of Claret, as hard as the world goes.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Iudicio.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 1. Scena 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Danter the Printer.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Danter</HI> thou art deceiued, wit is dearer then thou take&s;t it to bee, I tell thee this libel of Cambridge has much fatt and pepper in the no&s;e: it will &s;ell &s;heerely vnderhand, when al
<PB REF="8"> the&s;e bookes of exhortations and Catechi&s;mes, lie moulding on thy &s;hopbourd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dan.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's true, but good fayth M. <HI>Ingenio&s;o,</HI> I lo&s;t by your la&s;t booke, and you knowe there is many a one that payes me largely, for the printing of their inuentions, but for all this you &s;hall haue 40. &s;hillings and an odde pottle of wine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>40. Shillings? a fit reward for one of your reumatick poets, that be&s;lauers all the paper he comes by, and furni&s;hes the Chaundlers with wa&s;t papers to wrap candles in: but as for me, Ile be payd deare euen for the dreggs of my wit: little knowes the worlde what belong to the keeping of a good wit in waters, dietts, drinckes, Tobacco, &amp;c. it is a daynty and co&s;tly creature, and therefore I mu&s;t be payd &s;weetly: fur|ni&s;h mee with mony, that I may put my &s;elfe in a new &s;ute of clothes, and Ile &s;uite thy &s;hop with a new &s;uite of tearmes: it's the gallante&s;t Child my inuention was euer deliuered off. The title is, a Chronicle of <HI>Cambrige</HI> Cuckolds: here a man may &s;ee what day of the moneth &s;uch a mans commons were inclo|&s;ed, and when throwne open, and when any entayled &s;ome odde crownes, vpon the heires of their bodies vnlawfully be|gotten: &s;peake quickly ells I am gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh this will &s;ell gallantly: Ile haue it what&s;oeuer it co&s;t, will you walke on M. <HI>Ingenio&s;o,</HI> weele fit ouer a cup of wine and agree on it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>A cup of wine is as good a Con&s;table as can be, to take vp the quarrell betwixt vs.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 1. &s;cena 4.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Philomu&s;us in a Phi&s;itions habit: Sudi|o&s;o that is Iaques man, And patient.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Tit tit tit, non poynte, non debet fieri phlebetomotio in coitu Lunae:</HI> here is a Rec&icirc;pe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pat.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Rec&icirc;pe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Nos Gallia non Curamus quantitatem &s;yllabarum:</HI> Let me heare how many &s;tooles you doe make. Adeiu moun&s;eir, adeiu good moun&s;eir, what <HI>Iaques Il n' a per&s;onne apres icy.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Non.</HI></P>
</SP>
<PB REF="8">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then let vs &s;teale time for this borrowed &s;hape,</L>
<L>Recounting our vnequall happs of late.</L>
<L>Late did the Ocean gra&s;pe vs in his armes,</L>
<L>Late did we liue within a &s;tranger ayre:</L>
<L>Late did we &s;ee the cinders of great Rome</L>
<L>We thought that Engli&s;h fugitiues there eate</L>
<L>Gold, for re&s;toratiue, if gold were meate.</L>
<L>Yet now we finde by bought experience,</L>
<L>That where &s;o ere we wander vp and downe,</L>
<L>On the rounde &s;houlders of this ma&s;ly world,</L>
<L>Or our ill fortunes, or the worldes ill eye</L>
<L>For&s;peake our good, procures our mi&s;erye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>So oft the Northen winde with frozen wings,</L>
<L>Hath beate the flowers that in one garden grewe:</L>
<L>Throwne downe the &s;talkes of our a&s;piring youth,</L>
<L>So oft hath winter nipt our trees faire rinde,</L>
<L>That now we &s;eeme nought but two bared boughes,</L>
<L>Scorned by the ba&s;e&s;t bird that chirps in groaue.</L>
<L>Nor Rome, nor Rhemes that wonted ar to giue,</L>
<L>A Cardinall cap, to di&s;contented clarkes,</L>
<L>That haue for&s;ooke the home-bred thanked roofes,</L>
<L>Yeelded vs any equal maintenance:</L>
<L>And it's as good to &s;tarue mong&s;t Engli&s;h &s;wine,</L>
<L>As in a forraine land to begge and pine:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;corne the world that &s;corneth me againe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile vex the world that workes me &s;o much paine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fly lame reuengings power, the world well weenes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Flyes haue there &s;pleene, each &s;ylly ant his teenes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>We haue the wordes they the po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion haue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>We all are equall in our late&s;t graue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Soone then: O &s;oone may we both graued be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who wi&s;hes death, doth wrong wi&s;e de&s;tinie,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>It's wrong to force life, loathing men to breath.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>It's &s;inne for doomed day to wi&s;h thy death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too late our &s;oules flit to their re&s;ting place.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why mans whole life is but a breathing &s;pace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>A painefull minute &s;eemes a tedious yeare.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="9">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>A con&s;tant minde eternall woes will beare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>When &s;hall our &s;oules their wearied lodge forgoe?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>When we haue tyred mi&s;ery and woe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Soone may then fates this gale deliuer &s;end vs.</L>
<L>Small woes vex long great woes quickly end vs.</L>
<P>But letts leaue this capping of times <HI>Studio&s;o,</HI> and follow our late deui&s;e, that wee may maintaine our heads in cappes our bellyes in prouender, and our backs in &s;adle and bridle: hetherto wee haue &s;ought all the hone&s;t meanes we could to liue, &amp; now let vs dare, <HI>aliquid breuibus gracis</HI> and <HI>carcere dig|num:</HI> let vs run through all the lewd formes of lime-twig pur|loyning villanyes, let vs proue Cony catchers Baudes, or any thing, &s;o we may rub-out, and fir&s;t my plot for playing the french Doctor that &s;hall hold: our lodging &s;tand here filthy in &s;hooe lane, for if our commings in be not the better, Lon|don may &s;hortely throw an old &s;hooe after vs, and with tho&s;e &s;hredds of French, that we gathered vp in our ho&s;tes hou&s;e in <HI>Paris,</HI> wee'l gull the world, that hath in e&s;timation forraine Phi&s;itians, &amp; if any of the hidebound bretheren of Cambridge and Oxforde, or any of tho&s;e Stigmatick mai&s;ters of arte, that abu&s;ed vs in times pa&s;t, leaue their owne Phi&s;itians, and be|came our patients, wee'l alter quite the &s;tile of them, for they &s;hal neuer hereafter write, your Lord&s;hips mo&s;t bounden: but your Lord&s;hips mo&s;t laxatiue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;halbe &s;o, &s;ee what a little verimine pouerty altereth a whole milky di&s;po&s;ition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>So then my &s;elfe &s;treight with reuenge Ile Seate,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prouoked patience growes intemperate.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 1. Scena 5.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Richardetto, Iaques, Scholler learning french.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iaq.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now my little knaue, <HI>quelle nouelle moun&s;eir.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Richar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ther's a fellow with a night cap on his head, an vri|nal in his hand, would fayne &s;peake with ma&s;ter <HI>Theodore.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iaq.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Parle Francoyes moun petit' gar&s;oun.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Richard.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hy a vn homme aue le bonnet de</HI> <GAP DESC="missing" REASON="omitted in print" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>La teste</HI></NOTE>
<PB REF="9"> <HI>et vn vrinell in la mens, que veut parter,</HI> <GAP DESC="missing" REASON="omitted in print" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Theodore</HI></NOTE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iaq.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Foc beieu.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Iaques a bonus.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus. 1. Scen. 6.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Furor poeticus: and pre&s;ently after enters Phanta&s;ma.</STAGE>
<SP>
<STAGE>Furor poeticus rapt within contemplation.</STAGE>
<P>Why how now <HI>Pedant Phebus,</HI> are you &s;moutching <HI>Thalia</HI> on her tender lips? There hoie: pe&s;ant avant: come Pretty &s;hort|no&s;d nimph: oh &s;weet <HI>Thalia,</HI> I do ki&s;&s;e thy foote. What <HI>Cleio?</HI> O &s;weet <HI>Cleio,</HI> nay pray thee do not weepe <HI>Melpomene.</HI> What <HI>Vrania, Polimnia,</HI> and <HI>Calliope,</HI> let me doe reuerence to your deities.</P>
<STAGE>Phanta&s;ma puls him by the &s;leeue.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fur.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am your holy &s;wayne, that night and day,</L>
<L>Sit for your &s;akes rubbing my wrinkled browe,</L>
<L>Studying a moneth for on Epithete.</L>
<L>Nay &s;iluer <HI>Cinthia,</HI> do not trouble me:</L>
<L>Straight will I thy <HI>Endimions</HI> &s;torye write,</L>
<L>To which thou ha&s;te&s;t me on day and night.</L>
<L>You light &s;kirt &s;tarres, this is your wonted gui&s;e,</L>
<L>By glomy light perke out your doutfull heades:</L>
<L>But when <HI>Don Phebus</HI> &s;howes his fla&s;hing &s;nout,</L>
<L>You are &s;ky puppies, &s;treight your light is out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>So ho, <HI>Furor.</HI></P>
<P>Nay prethee good <HI>Furor</HI> in &s;ober &s;adnes,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Odi profanum vulgus et arceo.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay &s;weet <HI>Furor, ip&s;ae te Tytire pinus,</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Ip&s;i te fontes, ip&s;a haec arbu&s;ta vocarunt.</HI></L></Q>
<L>Who's that runs headlong on my quills &s;harpe poynt.</L>
<L>That wearyed of his life and ba&s;er breath,</L>
<L>Offers him&s;elfe to an Iambicke ver&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Si quoties peccant homines, &s;ua fulmina mittat</HI></L>
<L><HI>Iupiter, exiguo tempore inermis erit.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fur.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;limye bold pre&s;umtious groome is he,</L>
<L>Dares with his rude audacious hardye chatt,</L>
<L>Thus &s;euer me from &s;kibbered contemplation?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Carmina vel caelo po&s;&s;unt deducere lunam.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh <HI>Phanta&s;ma:</HI> what my indiuiduall mate?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<Q><L><HI>O mihi po&s;t nullos Furor memorande &s;odales,</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Say whence come&s;t thou? &s;ent from what deytye?</L>
<L>From great Apollo or &s;ly Mercurye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come from the litle Mercury, <HI>Ingenio&s;o, For,</HI></P>
<Q><L><HI>Ingenio pollet cui vim natura negauit.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ingenio&s;o?</P>
<P>He is a pretty inuenter of &s;light pro&s;e:</P>
<L>But there's no &s;pirit in his groaueling &s;peach,</L>
<L>Hang him who&s;e ver&s;e can not out-belch the wind:</L>
<L>That cannot beard and braue <HI>Don Eolus,</HI></L>
<L>That when the cloude of his inuention breakes,</L>
<L>Cannot out-cracke the &s;carr-crow thunderbolt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang him, I &s;ay, <HI>Pendo pependi, tendo tetendi, pedo pe|pedi.</HI> Will it plea&s;e you mai&s;ter <HI>Furor,</HI> to walke with me. I pro|mi&s;ed to bring you to a drinking Inne, in Cheap&s;ide at the &s;igne of the nagges heade. <HI>For,</HI></P>
<Q><L><HI>Tempore lenta pati fraena docentur equi.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pa&s;&s;e the before, Ile come incontinent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay faith mai&s;ter <HI>Furor,</HI> letts go togither, <HI>Quoniam Conuenimus ambo.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Letts march on vnto the hou&s;e of fame:</P>
<L>There quaffing bowles of Bacchus blood ful nimbly,</L>
<L>Endite a Tiptoe, &s;trouting poe&s;y.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>They offer the way one to the other.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Quo me Bacche rapis tui plenum.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<Q><L><HI>Tu maior: tibi me e&s;t aequum parere Menalca.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. &s;ecundus: Scena. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Philom. Theod. his patient the Burge&s;&s;e, and his man with his &s;tate.</STAGE>
<SP>
<STAGE>Theod. putts on his &s;pectacles.</STAGE>
<P><HI>Moun&s;eiur</HI> here are <HI>atomi Natantes,</HI> which do make &s;hew your wor&s;hip to be as leacherous as a bull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truely mai&s;ter Doctor we are all men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P>This vater is intention of heate, are you not pertur|bed with an ake in your race, or in your occiput. I meane your head peece, let me feele the pul&s;e of your little finger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile a&s;&s;ure you M. <HI>Theodour,</HI> the pul&s;e of my head beates exceedingly, and I thinke I haue di&s;turbed my &s;elfe by
<PB REF="10"> &s;tudying the penall &s;tatutes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tit, tit, your wor&s;hip takes cares of your &s;peeches. <HI>O, courae leues loquuntur, ingentes &s;toupent,</HI> it is an Aphori&s;me in Galen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what is the expo&s;ition of that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P>That your wor&s;hip mu&s;t take a <HI>gland, vt emittatur &s;anguis:</HI> the &s;igne is for execellent, for excellent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good mai&s;ter Doctor v&s;e mee gently, for marke you Sir, there is a double con&s;ideration to be had of me: fir&s;t as I am a publike magi&s;trate, &s;econdly as I am a priuate but|cher: and but for the wor&s;hipfull credit of the place, and office wherein I now &s;tand and liue, I would not hazard my wor|&s;hipfull apparell, with a &s;uppo&s;itor or a gli&s;ter: but for the countenancing of the place, I mu&s;t go oftener to &s;toole, for as a great gentleman told me of good experience, that it was the chiefe note of a magi&s;trate, not to go to the &s;toole without a phi&s;ition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<P>A, <HI>vous ettes vn gentell home vraiment,</HI> what ho <HI>Iaques, Iaques, dou e vous? vn fort gentel purgation for mon&s;ier Burge&s;&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iaq.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Vo&s;te tres humble &s;eruiture a vo&s;tre commandement.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Donne vous vn gentell purge a Mon&s;ier Burge&s;&s;e.</HI> I haue con&s;idered of the cra&s;is, and &s;yntoma of your di&s;ea&s;e, and here is <HI>vn fort gentell purgation per euacuationem excremen|torum,</HI> as we Phi&s;itions v&s;e to parlee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope mai&s;ter Doctor you haue a care of the coun|tryes officer, I tell you I dur&s;t not haue tru&s;ted my &s;elfe with euery phi&s;ition, and yet I am not afraide for my &s;elfe, but I would not depriue the towne of &s;o carefull a magi&s;trate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<P>O mon&s;ier, I haue a &s;ingular care of your valetudo, it is requi&s;ite that the French Phi&s;itions be learned and care|full, your Engli&s;h veluet cap is malignant and enuious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Burg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here is mai&s;ter Doctor foure pence your due, and eight pence my bounty, you &s;hall heare from me good mai&s;ter Doctor, farewell farewell, good mai&s;ter Doctor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Adieu good Moun&s;ier, adieu good Sir moun<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ier.</L>
<L>Then bur&s;t with teares vnhappy graduate:</L>
<L>Thy fortunes &s;till wayward and backward bin:</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>Nor can&s;t thou thriue by vertue, nor by &s;in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh how it greeues my vexed &s;oule to &s;ee,</L>
<L>Each painted a&s;&s;e in chayre of dignitye:</L>
<L>And yet we grouell on the ground alone,</L>
<L>Running through euery trade, yet thriue by none.</L>
<L>More we mu&s;t acte in this liues Tragedy&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sad is the plott, &s;ad the Cata&s;trophe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sighs are the Chorus in our Tragedy,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And rented thoughts continuall actors bee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Woe is the &s;ubiect:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>earth the loathed &s;tage,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<L>Whereon we act this fained per&s;onage.</L>
<L>Mo&s;ly <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>mo&s;t like</HI></NOTE> barbarians the &s;pectators be,</L>
<L>That &s;it and laugh at our calamity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Band be tho&s;e houres when mong&s;t the learned throng</L>
<L>By Grantaes muddy bancke we whilome &s;ong,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Band be that hill which learned witts adore,</L>
<L>Where ear&s;t we &s;pent our &s;tock and little &s;tore:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Band be tho&s;e mu&s;ty mewes, where we haue &s;pent,</L>
<L>Our youthfull daies in paled langu&s;hment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Band be tho&s;e co&s;ening arts that wrought our woe,</L>
<L>Making vs wandring <HI>Pilgrimes</HI> to and fro.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And <HI>Pilgrimes</HI> mu&s;t we be without reliefe,</L>
<L>And where&s;oeuer we ruir there meets vs greefe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where euer we to&s;&s;e vpon this crabbed &s;tage</L>
<L>Griefe's our companion, patience be our page.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah but this patience is a page of ruth,</L>
<L>A tired Lacky to our wandering youth.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus. 2. Scena. 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Academico &s;olus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faine wold I haue a liuing, if I could tel how to come by it. <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Buy it.</P>
<P>Buy it fond Ecc? why thou do&s;t greatly mi&s;take it. <STAGE>Ecc.</STAGE> &s;take it.</P>
<P>Stake it? what &s;hould I &s;take at this game of &s;imony? <STAGE>Ecc:</STAGE> mony</P>
<P>What is the world a game, are liuings gotten by playing? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Paying.</P>
<PB REF="11">
<P>Paying? but &s;ay what's the neare&s;t way to come by a liuing? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Giuine.</P>
<P>Mu&s;t his wor&s;hips fi&s;ts bee needs then oyled with Angells? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Angels.</P>
<P>Ought his gowty fi&s;ts then fir&s;t with gold to be grea&s;ed? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Ea&s;ed.</P>
<P>And is it then &s;uch an ea&s;e for his a&s;&s;es backe to cary mony? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> I.</P>
<P>Will then this golden a&s;&s;e be&s;towe a vicarige guilded? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Gelded.</P>
<P>What &s;hall I &s;ay to good Sir <HI>Roderick</HI> that haue gold here? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Cold cheare.</P>
<P>Ile make it my lone reque&s;t, that he wold be good to a &s;choller. <STAGE>Eccho,</STAGE> Choller,</P>
<P>Yea, will hee be cholerike, to heare of an art or a &s;cience? <STAGE>Eccho,</STAGE> hence.</P>
<P>Hence with liberal arts, what then wil he do with his chancel? <STAGE>Echo,</STAGE> &s;ell.</P>
<P>Sell it? and mu&s;t a &s;imple clark be fayne to compound then? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> pounds then.</P>
<P>What if I haue no pounds, mu&s;t then my &s;ute be proroagued? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> Roagued.</P>
<P>Yea? giuen to a Roague? &s;hall an a&s;&s;e this vicaridge compa&s;&s;e? <STAGE>Eccho,</STAGE> A&s;&s;e.</P>
<P>What is the rea&s;on that I &s;hould not be as fortunate as hee? <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> A&s;&s;e he.</P>
<P>Yet for al this, with a penile&s;&s;e pur&s;e wil I trudg to his wor&s;hip <STAGE>Eccho.</STAGE> words cheape.</P>
<P>Wel, if he giue me good words, it's more the~ I haue from an <HI>Ec|cho.</HI> <STAGE>Ecch.</STAGE> goe.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus. 2. Scena. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Amoretto <HI>with an</HI> Ouid <HI>in his hand.</HI> Immerito.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amoret.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it on the word of a gentleman, thou cannot haue it a penny vnder, thinke out, thinke on it, while I medi|tate on my fayre mi&s;tres.</P>
<PB REF="12">
<Q><L><HI>Nunc &s;equor imperium magne Cupido tuum.</HI></L></Q>
<L>What ere become of this dull thredbare clearke,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t be co&s;tly in my mi&s;tre&s;&s;es eye:</L>
<L>Ladyes regard not ragged company.</L>
<L>I will with the reuenewes of my chafred church,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t buy an ambling hobby for my fayre:</L>
<L>Who&s;e mea&s;ured pace may teach the world to dance,</L>
<L>Proud of his burden when he gins to praunce:</L>
<L>Then mu&s;t I buy a iewell for her eare,</L>
<L>A Kirtle of &s;ome hundred crownes or more:</L>
<L>With the&s;e fayre giftes when I accompanied goe,</L>
<L>Sheele giue <HI>Ioues</HI> breakfa&s;t: <HI>Sidny</HI> tearmes it &s;o.</L>
<L>I am her needle: &s;he is my Adamant,</L>
<L>She is my fayre Ro&s;e, I her vnworthy pricke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is there no body heere will take the paines to geld his mouth?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sh's Cleopatra, I Marke Anthony,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>No thou art a meere marke for good witts to &s;hoote at: and in that &s;uite thou wilt make a fine man to da&s;h poore crowes out of countenance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is my Moone, <HI>I</HI> her Endimion,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;he is thy &s;houlder of mutton, thou her onyon: or &s;he may be thy Luna, and thou her Lunaticke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amo.</SPEAKER>
<L>I her <HI>Aeneas,</HI> &s;he my <HI>Dido</HI> is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is thy Io, thou her bra&s;en a&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Or &s;he Dame <HI>Phanta&s;y</HI> and thou her gull:</L>
<L>She thy <HI>Pa&s;iphae,</HI> and thou her louing bull.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus. 2. Scena. 4.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Immerito, and Stercutio his father,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sonne, is this the gentleman that &s;ells vs the liuing?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fy father, thou mu&s;t not call it &s;elling, thou mu&s;t &s;ay is this the gentleman that mu&s;t haue the gratuito?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What haue we heere, old trupenny come to towne, to fetch away the liuing in his old grea&s;y &s;lops, then Ile none: the time hath beene when &s;uch a fellowe medled with nothing
<PB REF="12"> but his plow&s;hare, his &s;pade, and his hobnayles, and &s;o to a peece of bread and cheefe, and went his way: but now the&s;e fellowes are growne the onely factors for preferment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>O is this the grating gentleman, and how many pounds mu&s;t <HI>I</HI> pay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>O thou mu&s;t not call them pounds, but thanks, and harke thou father, thou mu&s;t tell of nothing that is done: for <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t &s;eeme to come cleere to it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not pounds but thanks: &s;ee whether this &s;imple fellow that hath nothing of a &s;choller, but that the draper hath blackt him ouer, hath not gotten the &s;tile of the time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>By my fayth &s;onne looke for no more portion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well father, I will not, vpon this condition, that when thou haue gotten me the gratuito of the liuing, thou will like|wi&s;e di&s;bur&s;e a little mony to the bi&s;hops po&s;er, for there are certaine que&s;tions <HI>I</HI> make &s;cruple to be po&s;ed in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>He meanes any que&s;tion in Lattin, which he counts a &s;cruple, oh this hone&s;t man could neuer abide this popi&s;h tounge of Latine, oh he is as true an Engli&s;h man as liues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile take the gentleman now, he is in a good vayne, for he &s;miles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweete Ouid, I do honour euery page.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good <HI>Ouid</HI> that in his life time, liued with the <HI>Getes,</HI> and now after his death conuer&s;eth with a Barbarian.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>God bee at your worke Sir: my Sonne told me you were the grating gentleman, I am <HI>Stercutio</HI> his father Sir, &s;imple as I &s;tand here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fellow, I had rather giuen thee an hundred pounds, then thou &s;hould haue put me out of my excellent meditation, by the faith of a gentleman I was rapt in contemplation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir you mu&s;t pardon my father, he wants bringing vp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry it &s;eemes he hath good bringing vp, when he brings vp &s;o much mony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeede Sir, you mu&s;t pardon me, I did not knowe you were a gentleman of the Temple before.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well I am content in a generous di&s;po&s;ition to beare with country education, but fellow whats thy name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>My name Sir, <HI>Stercutio</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="13">
<SP>
<P>Why then <HI>Stercutio,</HI> I would be very willing to be the in&s;tru|ment to my father, that this liuing might be con&s;erted vpon your &s;onne: mary I would haue you know, that I haue bene importuned by two or three &s;eueral Lordes, my Kinde cozins, in the behalfe of &s;ome Cambridge man: and haue almo&s;t enga|ged my word. Mary if I &s;hall &s;ee your di&s;po&s;ition to be more thankfull then other men, I &s;halbe very ready to re&s;pect kind natur'd men: for as the Italian prouerbe &s;peaketh wel, <HI>Chi ha haura.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>why here is a gallant young drouer of liuings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>I be&s;eech you &s;ir &s;peake Engli&s;h, for that is naturall to me &amp; to my &s;onne, and all our kindred, to vnder&s;tand but one language.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why thus in plaine engli&s;h: I mu&s;t be re&s;pected with thanks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is a &s;ubtle tractiue, when thanks may be felt and &s;eene.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I pray you Sir, what is the lowe&s;t thanks that you will take?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>The verye &s;ame Method that he v&s;eth at the buying of an oxe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t haue &s;ome odd &s;princkling of an hundred pounds, if &s;o, &s;o, I &s;hall thinke you thankfull, and command your &s;onne as a man of good giftes to my father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;weete world, giue an hundred poundes, and this is but counted thankfullne&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke thou Sir, you &s;hall haue 80. thankes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell thee fellow, I neuer opened my mouth in this kind &s;o cheape before in my life. I tel thee, few young Gentle|men are found that would deale &s;o kindely with thee as I doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ster.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir, becau&s;e I know my &s;onne to be a toward thing and one that hath taken all his learning on his owne head, without &s;ending to the vniuer&s;itye, I am content to giue you as many thankes as you a&s;ke, &s;o you will promi&s;e me to bring it to pa&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you for that: if I &s;ay it once, repayre you to the place, and &s;tay there, for my father, he is walked abroad to
<PB REF="13"> take the benefit of the ayre. Ile meete him as he returnes, and make way for your &s;uite.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Ster. Im.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 2. Scen. 5.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Academico. Amoretto.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gallant, I faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ee we &s;chollers fi&s;h for a liuing in the&s;e &s;hallow foardes without a &s;iluer hoock. Why, wold it not gal a man to &s;ee a &s;pru&s;e gartered youth, of our Colledge a while ago, be a broker for a liuing, &amp; an old Baude for a benefice? This &s;weete Sir profered me much kindene&s;&s;e when hee was of our Col|ledge, and now Ile try what winde remaynes in his bladder. God &s;aue you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>By the ma&s;&s;e I feare me I &s;aw this Genus &amp; Species in Cambridge before now: Ile take no notice of him now: by the faith of a gentleman this is pretty Ellegy. Of what age is the day fellow? Syrrha boy, hath the groome &s;addled my hun|ting hobby? can Robin hunter tel where a hare &s;its.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>See a poore old friend of yours, of S. <GAP DESC="missing" REASON="omitted in print" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> Colledge in Cambridge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good fayth Sir you mu&s;t pardon me. I haue forgotten you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>My name is <HI>Academico</HI> Sir, one that made an ora|tion for you once on the Queenes day, and a &s;how that you got &s;ome credit by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It may be &s;o, it may bee &s;o, but I haue forgotten it: marry yet I remember there was &s;uch a fellow that I was very beneficiall vnto in my time. But how&s;oeuer Sir, I haue the cur|te&s;ie of the towne for you. I am &s;ory you did not take me at my fathers hou&s;e: but now I am in exceding great ha&s;t, for I haue vowed the death of a hare that wee found this morning mu&s;ing on her meaze.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir I am imboldned, by that great acquaintance that
<PB REF="14"> heretofore I had with you, as likewi&s;e it hath plea&s;ed you heretofore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Looke &s;yrrha, if you &s;ee my Hobby come hether|ward as yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>To make me &s;ome promi&s;es, I am to reque&s;t your good mediation to the Wor&s;hipfull your father, in my be|halfe: and I will dedicate to your &s;elfe in the way of thankes, tho&s;e dayes I haue to liue</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good Sir, if I had knowne your minde before, for my father hath already giuen the induction to a Chap|dame of his owne, to a proper man, I know not of what Vni|uer&s;itie he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Immerito,</HI> they &s;ay, hath bidden fayre&s;t for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not his name, but hee is a graue di&s;creete man I warrant him, indeede hee wants vtterance in &s;ome mea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, me thinkes he hath very good vtterance, for his grauitie, for hee came hether very graue, but I thinke he will returne light enough, when he is ridde of the heauy ele|ment he carries about him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith Sir, you mu&s;t pardon mee, it is my ordinarie cu&s;tome to be too &s;tudious, my Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e hath tolde me of it often, and I finde it to hurt my ordinary di&s;cour&s;e: but &s;ay &s;weete Sir, do yee effect the mo&s;t gentle-man-like game of hunting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;ay you to the crafty gull, hee would faine get mee abroad to make &s;port with mee in their Hunters termes, which we &s;chollers are not acquainted with: &s;ir I haue loned this kinde of &s;porte, but now I begin to hate it, for it hath beene my luck alwayes to beat the bu&s;h, while an|other kild the Hare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hunters luck, Hunters luck Sir, but there was a fault in your Hounds that did &s;pend well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir I haue had wor&s;e luck alwayes at hunting the Fox.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ir do you meane at the vnkennelling, vntape|zing, or earthing of the Fox.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="14">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I meane earthing, if you terme it &s;o, for I neuer found yellow earth enough to couer the old Fox your father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good faith &s;ir, there is an excellent skill in blowing for the terriers, it is a word that we hunters v&s;e when the Fox is earthed, you mu&s;t blow one long, two &s;hort, the &s;econd winde one long two &s;hort: now &s;ir in blowing, euery long containeth 7. quauers, one &s;hort containeth 3. quauers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir might I finde any fauour in my &s;ute, I would wind the horne wherein your boone de&s;erts &s;hould be &s;ounded with &s;o many minims, &s;o many quauers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet &s;ir, I would I could conferre this or any kind|ne&s;&s;e vpon you: I wonder the boy comes not away with my Hobby. Now &s;ir, as I was proceeding: when you blow th<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> death of your Fox in the field or couert, then mu&s;t you &s;ound 3. notes, with 3. windes, and recheat: marke you &s;ir, vpon the &s;ame with 3. windes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray you &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now &s;ir, when you come to your &s;tately gate, as you &s;ounded the recheat before, &s;o now you mu&s;t &s;ound the releefe three times.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Releefe call you it? it were good euery patron would finde the horne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;ir, but your reliefe is your &s;weete&s;t note, that is &s;ir, when your hounds hunt after a game vnknowne, and then you mu&s;t &s;ound one long and &s;ix &s;hort, the &s;econd wind, two &s;hort and one long, the third wind, one long &amp; two &s;hort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>True &s;ir, it is a very good trade now a dayes to be a villaine, I am the hound that hunts after a game vnknowne, &amp; blowes the villaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I will ble&s;&s;e your eares with a very pretty &s;tory, my father out of his owne co&s;t and charges keepes an open table for all kinde of dogges.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And he keepes one more by thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He hath your Grey-hound, your Mungrell, your Ma&s;tife, your Leurier, your Spaniell, your Kennets, Terriers, Butchers dogs, Bloud-hounds, Dunghill dogges, trindle tailes, prick-eard curres, &s;mall Ladies puppies, Caches and Ba&s;tards.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="15">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a bawdy knaue hath he to his father, that keepes his <HI>Rachell,</HI> hath his ba&s;tards, and lets his &s;onnes be plaine Ladies puppets, to beray a Ladies Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It was my plea&s;ure two dayes ago, to take a gallant lea&s;h of Grey-hounds, and into my fathers Parke I went, ac|companied with two or three Noble men of my neere ac|quaintance, de&s;iring to &s;hew them &s;ome of the &s;port: I cau&s;d the Keeper to &s;euer the ra&s;call Deere, from the Bucks of the fir&s;t head: now &s;ir, a Bucke the fir&s;t yeare is a Fawne, the &s;e|cond yeare a pricket, the third yeare a Sorell, the fourth yeare a Soare, the fift a Buck of the fir&s;t head, the &s;ixt yeare a com|pleat Buck: as likewi&s;e your Hart is the fir&s;t yeare a Calfe, the &s;econd yeare a Brochet, the third yeare a Spade, the fourth yeare a Stagge, the fift yeare a great Stag, the &s;ixt yeare a Hart: as likewi&s;e the Roa-bucke is the fir&s;t yeare a Kid, the &s;e|cond yeare a Girle, the third yeare a Hemu&s;e: and the&s;e are your &s;peciall bea&s;ts for cha&s;e, or as wee Hunt&s;men call it, for venery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>If cha&s;te be taken for venery, thou art a more &s;peciall bea&s;t then any in thy fathers forre&s;t. Sir I am &s;orry I haue been &s;o trouble&s;ome to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know this was the readie&s;t way to cha&s;e away the Scholler, by getting him into a &s;ubiect he cannot talke of, for his life. Sir I will borrow &s;o much time of you as to fini&s;h this my begun &s;torie. Now &s;ir, after much trauell we &s;ingled a Buck, I rode that &s;ame time vpon a Roane gelding, and &s;tood to intercept from the thicket: the Buck broke gallantly: my great Swift being di&s;aduantaged in his &s;lip was at the fir&s;t be|hinde, marry pre&s;ently coted and out-&s;tript them, when as the Hart pre&s;ently di&s;cended to the Riuer, and being in the water, proferd, and reproferd, and proferd againe: and at la&s;t he vp|&s;tarted at the other &s;ide of the water which we call &s;oyle of the Hart, and there other Hunt&s;men met him with an adaun|treley: we followed in hard cha&s;e for the &s;pace of eight houres, thri&s;e our hounds were at default, and then we cryed a &s;laine, &s;treight &s;o ho: through good reclaiming my faulty hounds found their game againe, and &s;o went through the wood with
<PB REF="15"> gallant noice of mu&s;icke, re&s;embling &s;o many Violls Degam|bo: at la&s;t the Hart laid him downe, and the Hounds &s;eized vpon him, he groned, and wept, and dyed. In good faith it made me weepe too, to thinke of <HI>Acteons</HI> fortune, which my <HI>Ouid</HI> &s;peakes of.</P>
<STAGE>He reades Ouid.</STAGE>
<Q><L><HI>Militat omnis amans, &amp; habet &s;ua ca&s;tra Cupido.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, can you put me in any hope of obtayning my &s;ute.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good faith Sir, if I did not loue you as my &s;oule, I would not make you acquainted with the my&s;teries of my Art.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Naye, I will not dye of a di&s;cour&s;e yet, if I can choo&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>So &s;ir, when we had rewarded our Dogges with the &s;mall guttes and the lights, and the bloud: the Hunt&s;men hal|lowed, So ho, <HI>&V;enus</HI> a coupler, and &s;o coupled the Dogges, and then returned homeward: another company of Houndes that lay at aduantage, had their couples ca&s;t off and we might heare the Hunt&s;men cry, <HI>hor&s;e, decouple, Auant,</HI> but &s;treight we hearde him cry, <HI>le Amond,</HI> and by that I knewe that they had the hare and on foote, and by and by I might &s;ee &s;ore and re&s;ore, prick, and reprick: what is he gone? ha ha ha ha, the&s;e &s;chollers are the &s;imple&s;t creatures.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 2. Scen. 6.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Amoretto and his Page.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder what is become of that <HI>Ouid de arte amandi,</HI> my mai&s;ter he that for the practi&s;e of his di&s;cour&s;e is wonte to court his hobby abroad and at home, in his chamber makes a &s;ett &s;peech to his greyhound, de&s;iring that mo&s;t fayre and amiable dog to grace his company in a &s;tately galliard, and if the dog, &s;eeing him practi&s;e his lu&s;ty pointes, as his cro&s;point backcaper, chance to beray the roome, he pre&s;ently doffes his Cap, mo&s;t &s;olemnly makes a low-leg to his Lady Ship, taking it for the greate&s;t fauour in the world, that &s;hee would vouch&s;afe to leaue her Ciuet box, or her &s;weete gloue behind her.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="16">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>He opens <HI>Ouid</HI> and reads it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a word more Sir, an't plea&s;e you, your Hobby will meete you at the lanes end.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>Iack,</HI> faith I cannot but vent vnto thee a mo&s;t witty ie&s;t of mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope my mai&s;ter will not breake winde: wilt plea&s;e you &s;ir to ble&s;ie mine eares with the di&s;cour&s;e of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good faith, the boy begins to haue an elegant &s;mack of my &s;tile: why then thus it was <HI>Iack:</HI> a &s;curuie meere <HI>Cam|bridge</HI> &s;choller, I know not how to de&s;ine him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay mai&s;ter, let mee define a meere Scholler, I heard a Courtier once de&s;ine a meere &s;choller, to bee <HI>ani|mal &s;cabio&s;um,</HI> that is, a liuing creature that is troubled with the itch: or a meere &s;choller, is a creature that can &s;trike fire in the morning at his Tinder-box, put on a paire of lined &s;lippers, &s;it rewming till dinner, and then go to his meate when the Bell rings, one that hath a peculiar gift in a cough, and a licence to &s;pit: or if you will haue him defined by ne|gatines. He is one that cannot make a good legge, one that cannot eate a me&s;&s;e of broth cleanly, one that cannot ride a hor&s;e without &s;pur-galling: one that cannot &s;alute a woman, and looke on her directly, one that cannot &mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Inough <HI>Iacke,</HI> I can &s;tay no longer, I am &s;o great in child-birth with this ie&s;t: Sirrha, this praedicable, this &s;aucy groome, becau&s;e when I was in <HI>Cambridge,</HI> and lay in a Trundlebed vnder my Tutor, I was content in di&s;creet hu|militie, to giue him &s;ome place at the Table, and becau&s;e I inuited the hungrie &s;laue &s;ometimes to my Chamber, to the canua&s;ing of a Turkie Pye, or a piece of Veni&s;on, which my Lady Grand-mother &s;ent me, he thought him&s;elfe therefore eternally po&s;&s;e&s;t of my loue, and came hither to take ac|quaintance of me, and thought his old familiaritie did con|tinue, and would beare him out in a matter of weight. I could not tell how to rid my &s;elfe better of the trouble&s;ome Burre, then by getting him into the di&s;cour&s;e of Hunting, and then tormenting him awhile with our wordes of Arte, the poore Scorpion became &s;peechele&s;&s;e, and &s;uddenly raui&s;hed. The&s;e
<PB REF="16"> Clearkes are &s;imple fellowes, &s;imple <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ellowes.</P>
<STAGE>He reads Ouid.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Simple indeed they are, for they want your courtly compo&s;ition of a foole and of a knaue. Good faith fir a mo&s;t ab&s;olute ie&s;t, but me thinkes it might haue beene followed a little farther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> how my little knaue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why thus Sir, had you inuited him to dinner at your table, and haue put the caruing of a Capon vpon him, you &s;hould haue &s;eene him handle the knife &s;o fooli&s;hly, then run through a iury of faces, then wagging his head, &amp; &s;hewing his teeth in familiaritie, venter vpon it with the &s;ame method that he was wont to vntru&s;&s;e an Apple pie, or tyranni&s;e an Egge and Butter then would I had applied him all dinner time with cleane trenchers, cleane trenchers, &amp; &s;till when he had a good bit of meate, I would haue taken it from him, by giuing him a cleane Trencher, and &s;o haue &s;erued him in kindne&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid &s;ubtle Iack, put me in minde when I returne againe, that I may make my Lady Mother laugh at the Schol|ler. Ile to my game: for you Iacke, I would haue you imploy your time till my comming, in watching what houre of the day my Hawke mutes.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is not this an excellent office to be Apothe carie to his wor&s;hips hawke, to &s;it &s;couting on the wall, how the Phi|&s;icke workes, and is not my mai&s;ter an ab&s;olute villaine, that loues his Hawke h&icirc;s Hobby, and his Grey-hound, more then any mortall creature: do but di&s;prai&s;e a feather of his hawkes traine, and he writhes his mouth, and &s;weares, for he can doe that onely with a good grace, that you are the mo&s;t &s;hallow braind fellow that liues: do but &s;ay his hor&s;e &s;tales with a good pre&s;ence, and hee's your bond-&s;laue: when he returnes Ile tell twentie admirable lyes of his hawke, and then I &s;hall be his little rogue &amp; his white villaine for a whole weeke after. Well let others complaine, but I thinke there is no felicitie to the &s;er|uing of a foole.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 3. Scen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Sir Rad. Recorder. Page. Sig. Immerito.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Immenito,</HI> you remember my caution, for
<PB REF="17"> the tithes, &amp; my promi&s;e for farming my tithes at &s;uch a rate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and plea&s;e your wor&s;hip Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t put in &s;ecurity for the performance of it in &s;uch &s;orte as I and mai&s;ter Recorder &s;hall like of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im,</SPEAKER>
<P>I will an't plea&s;e your wor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And becau&s;e I will be &s;ure that I haue conferred this kindene&s;&s;e vpon a &s;ufficient man, I haue de&s;ired mai&s;ter Recorder to take examination of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mai&s;ter (it &s;eemes) tak's him for a thiefe, but he hath &s;mall rea&s;on for it, as for learning it's plaine he neuer &s;tole any, and for the liuing he knowes him&s;elfe how he comes by it, for lett him but eate a mea&s;&s;e of furmenty this &s;eauen yeare, and yet he &s;hall neuer be able to recouer him&s;elfe: alas poore &s;heepe that hath fallen into the hands of &s;uch a fox.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good mai&s;ter Recorder take your place by me, and make tryall of his gifts, is the clerke there to record his ex|amination, oh the Page &s;hall &s;erue the turne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tryal of his gifts, neuer had any gifts a better tryal, why <HI>Immerito</HI> his gifts haue appeared in as many coloures, as the Rayn-bowe, fir&s;t to mai&s;ter <HI>Amoretto</HI> in colour of the &s;attine &s;uite he weares: to my Lady in the &s;imilitude of a loo&s;e gowne: to my mai&s;ter, in the likene&s;&s;e of a &s;iluer ba&s;en, and ewer: to vs Pages in the &s;emblance of new &s;uites and poyntes. So mai&s;ter <HI>Amoretto</HI> playes the gul in a piece of a par&s;onage: my mai&s;ter adornes his cuppoord with a piece of a par&s;onage, my mi&s;tres vpon good dayes, puts on a piece of a par&s;onage, and we Pa|ges playe at blowe pointe for a piece of a par&s;onage, I thinke heer's tryall inough for one mans gifts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Reco.</SPEAKER>
<P>For as much as nature hath done her part in making you a han&s;ome likely man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag</SPEAKER>
<P>He is a han&s;ome young man indeed, and hath a pro|per gelded par&s;onage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Reco.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the next place, &s;ome art is requi&s;ite for the per|fection of nature: for the tryall whereof, at the reque&s;t of my wor&s;hipfull friend, <HI>I</HI> will in &s;ome &s;orte propound que&s;tions fitt to be re&s;olued by one of your profe&s;&s;ion, &s;ay what is a per|&s;on that was neuer at the vniuer&s;ity.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="17">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>A per&s;on that was neuer in the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">niuerfity, is a liuing creature that can eate a tithe pigge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well an&s;werd, but you &s;hould haue added, and mu&s;t be officious to his patrone: write downe that an&s;wer to &s;hew his learning in logick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yea boy write that downe. Very learnedly in good faith, I pray now let me aske you one que&s;tion that I remem|ber, whether is the Ma&s;culine gender or the &s;eminine more worthy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Feminine &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>The right an&s;wer, the right an&s;wer. In good faith I haue beene of that mind alwayes, write boy that, to &s;hew hee is a Grammarian.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>No maruell my mai&s;ter be again&s;t the Grammer, for he hath alwayes made fai&s;e latine in the Genders.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Vniuer&s;ity are you of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of none.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>He tells trueth, to tell trueth is an excellent vertue, Boy make two heads, one for his learning another for his ver|tues, and referre this to the head of his vertues, not of his learning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, halfe a me&s;&s;e of good qualities referred to an a&s;&s;e head?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nowe mai&s;ter Recorder, if it plea&s;e you I will examine him in an author, that will &s;ound him to the depth, a booke of A&s;tronomy otherwi&s;e called an Alma|nacke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good, Sir <HI>Raderike,</HI> it were to be wi&s;hed that there were no other booke of humanity, then there would not bee &s;uch bu&s;ie &s;tate-prying fellowes as are now a dayes, proceede good &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is the Dominicall letter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>C, &s;ir, and plea&s;e your wor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very good an&s;wer, a very good an&s;wer, the very an&s;wer of the booke, write downe that and referre it to his skill in philo&s;ophy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>C, the Dominicall letter: it is true, craft and cunning do
<PB REF="18"> &s;o dominere: yet rather C and D, are dominicall letters, that is crafty Dun&s;ery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>How many daies hath September?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Aprill, Iune and Nouember, February hath 28. alone and all the re&s;t hath 30. and one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very learnedly in good faith, he hath al&s;o a &s;macke in poetry, write downe that boy, to &s;hew his learning in po|etry.</P>
<P>How many miles from Waltham to London?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Twelue Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>How many from Newmarket to Grantham?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ten Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without doubt he hath beene &s;ome Carriers hor&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>How call you him that is cunning in 1.2.3.4.5. and the Cipher?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good Arithmatician.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Write downe that an&s;weare of his, to &s;how his learning in Arithmetick:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>He mu&s;t nedes be a good Arithmetician that counted money &s;o lately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>When is the new moone?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>The la&s;t quarter the 5. day at 2. of the cloke and 38. minuts in the morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Write him downe, how cal you him, that is weather|wi&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good A&s;tonomer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrha boy write him downe for a good A&s;tronomer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>As Colit a&s;tra.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What day of the month lights the Queenes day on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>The 17. of Nouember.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boy refeere this to his vertues, and write him down a good &s;ubiect.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith he were an excellent &s;ubiect for 2. or 3. good wits. he would make a fine A&s;le for an ape to ride vpon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the&s;e &s;hall &s;uffice for the parts of his learning, now it remaines to try whether you bee a man of good vtte|rance,
<PB REF="18"> that is, whether you can aske for the &s;trayed Heifer with the white face, as al&s;o chide the boyes in the belfrie, and bid the Sexton whippe out the dogges: let mee heare your voyce.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>If any man or woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats too high.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>If any man or woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thats too lowe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>If any man or woman, can tell any tydings of a Hor&s;e with fowre feete, two eares, that did &s;traye about the &s;euenth howre, three minutes in the &s;orenoone the fift day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tooke of a hor&s;e iu&s;t as it were the Ecclip&s;e of the Moone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boy wryte him downe for a good vtterance: Mai&s;ter Recorder I thinke he hath beene examined &s;uffi|ciently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, <HI>Sir Radericke,</HI> tis &s;o, wee haue tride him very throughly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>I we haue taken an inuentory of his good parts and pri|zed them accordingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Signior <HI>Immerito,</HI> fora&s;much as we haue made a dou|ble tryall of thee, the one of your learning, the other of your erudition: it is expedient al&s;o in the next place to giue you a fewe exhortations, con&s;idering the greate&s;t Clarkes are not the wi&s;e&s;t men: this is therefore fir&s;t to exhort you to ab&s;taine from Controuer&s;ies. Secondly not to gird at men of wor&s;hip, &s;uch as my &s;elfe, but to v&s;e your &s;elfe di&s;creetly. Thirdly not to &s;peake when any man or woman coughs: doe &s;o, and in &s;o doing I will per&s;euer to bee your wor&s;hipfull friend and louing patron.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Im.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke your wor&s;hip, you haue beene the deficient cau&s;e of my preferment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lead <HI>Immerito</HI> in to my &s;onne, and let him di&s;|patch him, and remember my tithes to bee re&s;erued, paying twelue pence a yeare. I am going to Moore-fieldes, to
<PB REF="19"> &s;peake with an vnthri&s;t I &s;hould meete at the middle Temple about a purcha&s;e, when you haue done follow vs.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Immerito <HI>and the Page.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 3. Scen. 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Sir Rad: and Recorder.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke you Mai&s;ter Recorder, I haue fle&s;ht my prodigall boy notably, notablie in letting him deale for this liuing, that hath done him much, much good I a&s;&s;ure you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>You doe well Sir <HI>Raderick,</HI> to be&s;towe your liuing vpon &s;uch an one as will be content to &s;hare, and on Sunday to &s;ay nothing, whereas your proud vniuer&s;ity princox thinkes he is a man of &s;uch merit the world cannot &s;ufficiently endow him with preferment, an vnthankfull viper, an vn|thankefull Viper that will &s;ting the man that reuiued him.</P>
<L>Why i&s;t not &s;trange to &s;ee a ragged clarke,</L>
<L>Some &s;tamell weauer or &s;ome butchers &s;onne:</L>
<L>That &s;crubd a late within a &s;leeueles gowne,</L>
<L>When the Commencement, like a morice dance,</L>
<L>Hath put a bell or two about his legges,</L>
<L>Created him a &s;weet cleane gentleman:</L>
<L>How then he gins to follow fa&s;hions.</L>
<L>He who&s;e thin &s;ire dwell in a &s;mokye roufe,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t take Tobacco and mu&s;t weare a locke.</L>
<L>His thir&s;ty Dad drinkes in a wooden bowle,</L>
<L>But his &s;weet &s;elfe is &s;eru'd in &s;iluer plate.</L>
<L>His hungry &s;ire will &s;crape you twenty legges,</L>
<L>For one good Chri&s;tmas meale on New-yeares day.</L>
<L>But his mawe mu&s;t be Capon crambd each day,</L>
<L>He mu&s;t ere long be triple beneficed,</L>
<L>Els with his tongue hee I thunderbolt the world,</L>
<L>And &s;hake each pe&s;ant by his deafe-mans eare.</L>
<L>But had the world no wi&s;er men then I,</L>
<L>Weede pen the prating parates in a cage,</L>
<L>A chayre a candle and a Tinderbox.</L>
<PB REF="19">
<L>A thacked chamber and a ragged gowne</L>
<L>Should be their landes and whole po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions,</L>
<L>Knights, Lords, &amp; lawyers &s;hould be log'd &amp; dwel</L>
<L>Within tho&s;e ouer &s;tately heapes of &s;tone.</L>
<L>Which doting &s;yres in old age did erect.</L>
<P>Well it were to be wi&s;hed that neuer a &s;choller in England might haue aboue fortie pound a yeare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith mai&s;ter Recorder, if it went by wi&s;hing, there &s;hould neuer an one of them all haue aboue twentie a yeare: a good &s;tipend, a good &s;tipe~d mai&s;ter Recorder. I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">n the meane time, how&s;oeuer I hate them all deadly, yet I am fayne to giue them good words. Oh they are pe&s;tilent fellowes, they &s;peake nothing but bodkins, and pi&s;&s;e vinegar. Well, do what I can in outward kindne&s;&s;e to them, yet they doe nothing but be|ray my hou&s;e: as there was one that made a couple of knaui&s;h ver&s;es on my country Chimney now in the time of my &s;oiour|ning here at London: and it was thus.</P>
<L>Sir <HI>Radericke</HI> keepes no Chimney Cauelere,</L>
<L>That takes Tobacco aboue once a yeare.</L>
<P>And an other made a couple of ver&s;es on my Daughter that learnes to play on the viall <HI>de gambo,</HI></P>
<L>Her vyall <HI>de gambo</HI> is her be&s;t content,</L>
<L>For twixt her legges &s;he holds her in&s;trument.</L>
<P>Very knaui&s;h, very knaui&s;h, if you looke vnto it mai&s;ter Recorder, Nay they haue playd many a knaui&s;h tricke be&s;ide with me. Well, tis a &s;hame indeede there &s;hould be any &s;uch priuilege for proud beggars as Cambridge, and Oxford are. But let them go, and if euer they light in my handes, if I do not plague them, let me neuer returne home againe to &s;ee my wifes wayting mayde.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This &s;corne of knights is too egregious.</L>
<L>But how &s;hould the&s;e young coltes proue amblers,</L>
<L>When the old heauy galled iades do trot:</L>
<L>There &s;hall you &s;ee a puny boy &s;tart vp,</L>
<L>And make a theame again&s;t common lawyers:</L>
<L>Then the old vnweldy Camels gin to dance,</L>
<L>This &s;iddling boy playing a fit of mirth:</L>
<PB REF="20">
<L>The gray bearde &s;crubbe, and laugh and cry good, good,</L>
<L>To them againe, boy &s;curdge the barbarians:</L>
<L>But we may giue the loo&s;ers leaue to talke,</L>
<L>We haue the coyne, then tel them laugh for me.</L>
<L>Yet knights and lawyers hope to &s;ee the day.</L>
<L>When we may &s;hare here their po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions,</L>
<L>And make Indentures of their chaffred &s;kins:</L>
<L>Dice of their bones to throw in meriment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good fayth mai&s;ter Recorder, if I could &s;ee that day once.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well remember another day, what I &s;ay<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;chollers are pryed into of late, and are found to bee bu&s;ye fellowes, di&s;tur|berts of the peace, Ile &s;ay no more, ge&s;&s;e at my meaning, I &s;mel a ratt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope at length England will be wi&s;e enough, I hope &s;o, I faith, then an old knight may haue his wench in a corner without any Satyres or Epigrams. But the day is farre &s;pe~t, mai&s;t. Recorder, &amp; I feare by this time the vnthrift is arri|ued at the place appointed in Moore fields, let vs ha&s;te~ to him.</P>
<STAGE>He lookes on his watch.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed this dayes &s;ubiect tran&s;ported vs too late, I thinke we &s;hall not come much too late.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 3. Scen. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Amoretto, his page, Immerito booted.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mai&s;ter <HI>Immerito</HI> deliuer this letter to the po&s;er in my fathers name: marry withall &s;ome &s;prinkling, &s;ome &s;prink|ling <HI>verbum &s;apienti &s;at e&s;t.</HI> farwell mai&s;ter <HI>Immerito.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Imer.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke your wor&s;hip mo&s;t hartely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it not a &s;hame to &s;ee this old dunce learning his In|duction at the&s;e yeares: but let him go, I loo&s;e nothing by him, for Ile be &s;worne but for the booty of &s;elling the par&s;onage I &s;hould haue gone in mine old cloathes this Chri&s;tmas. A dunce I &s;ee is a neighbour like brute brea&s;t, a man may liue by him.</P>
<STAGE>Amor. &s;eemes to make ver&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<PB REF="20">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pox on it, my mu&s;e is not &s;o witty as &s;hee was wonte to be her no&s;e is like, not yet. plague on the&s;e mathe|matikes, they haue &s;poyled my brayne in making a ver&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang me if he hath any more mathematikes then will &s;erue to count the clocke, or tell the meridian howre by rumbling of his panch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her no&s;e is like.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>A coblers &s;hooinghorne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her no&s;e is like a beauteous maribone;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry a &s;weete &s;notty mi&s;tres.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fayth I do not like it yet: a&s;&s;e as I was to reade a peece of <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> in greeke ye&s;ternight, it hath put mee out of my Engli&s;h vaine quite.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>O mon&s;trous lye, let me be apointtru&s;&s;er while I liue if he vnder&s;tands any tongue but Engli&s;h.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrha boy remember me when I come in Paules Churchyard to by a Ronzard, &amp; <HI>Dubartas</HI> in french &amp; Are|tine in Italian, and our harde&s;t writers in &s;pani&s;h, they wil &s;har pen my witts gallantly. I doe relli&s;h the&s;e tongues in &s;ome &s;ort. Oh now I do remember I heare a report of a Poet newly come out in hebrew, it is a pretty har&s;h tongue, and relli&s;h a gentleman traueller, but come letts ha&s;t after my father, the fields are fitter to heauenly meditations.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mai&s;ters, I could wi&s;h your pre&s;ence at an admi|rable ie&s;t, why pre&s;ently this great lingui&s;t my ma&s;ter will march through Paules Church-yard. Come to a booke bin|ders &s;hop, and with a big Italian looke and a &s;pani&s;h face a&s;ke for the&s;e bookes in &s;pani&s;h and Italian, then turning, through his ignorance, the wrong end of the booke vpward v&s;e acti|on, on this vnknowne tong after this &s;ort, fir&s;t looke on the title and wrinckle his browe, next make as though he red the fir&s;t page and bites a lip, then with his nayle &s;core the margent as though there were &s;ome notable conceit, and la&s;tly when he thinkes hee hath gulld the &s;tanders by &s;ufficiently, throwes the booke away in a rage &s;wearing that hee could neuer
<PB REF="21"> finde bookes of a true printe &s;ince he was la&s;t in <HI>Ioadna,</HI> en|quite after the next marte, and &s;o departes. And &s;o mu&s;t I, for by this time his contemplation is ariued at his mi&s;tres no&s;e end, he is as glad as i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> he had taken O&s;tend: by his time he be|gins to &s;pit, and cry boy, carry my cloake: and now <HI>I</HI> go to at|tend on his wor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 2. Scen 4.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Ingenio&s;o, Furor, Phantasma.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come ladds, this wine whetts your re&s;olution in our de&s;igne: it's a needy world with &s;ubtill &s;pirits, and there's a gentle manlike kinde of begging, that may be&s;eeme Poets in this age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now by the wing of nimble Mercury,</L>
<L>By my Thalias &s;iluer &s;ounding harpe:</L>
<L>By that caele&s;tiall fier within my brayne,</L>
<L>That giues a liuing genius to my lines:</L>
<L>How ere my dulled intellectuall.</L>
<L>Capres le&s;&s;e nimbly then it did a fore,</L>
<L>Yet will I play a hunt's up to my mu&s;e:</L>
<L>And make her mount from out her &s;huggi&s;h ne&s;t,</L>
<L>As high as is the highe&s;t &s;pheere in heauen:</L>
<L>Awake you paltry trulles of <HI>Helicon,</HI></L>
<L>Or by this light Ile Swagger with you &s;treight:</L>
<L>You grand&s;yre <HI>Phaebus</HI> with your louely eye,</L>
<L>The firmaments eternall vagabond,</L>
<L>The heauens promoter that doth peepe and prye,</L>
<L>Into the actes of mortall tennis balls.</L>
<L>In&s;pire me &s;treight with &s;ome rare delicies,</L>
<L>Or Ile di&s;mount thee from thy radiant coach:</L>
<L>And make thee poore Cutchy here on earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Currus auriga paterni.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay prethe good <HI>Furor,</HI> doe not roaue in times before thy time: thou ha&s;t a very terrible roaring mu&s;e, nothing but &s;quibs and fine ierkes, quiet thy &s;elfe a while and heare thy charge.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="21">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Huc ades haec, animo concipe dicta tuo.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ingeni.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let vs on to our deui&s;e, our plot, our proiect. That old Sir <HI>Raderick,</HI> that new printed <HI>compendium</HI> of all inqui|tye, that hath not ayred his countrey Chimney once in 3. win|ters: he that loues to liue in an od corner here at London, and effect an odde wench in a nooke, one that loues to liue in a narrow roome, that he may with more facility in the darke, light vpon his wifes waiting maide, one that loues alife a &s;hort &s;ermon and a long play, one that goes to a play, to a whore, to his bedde in Circle, good for nothing in the world but to &s;weate nightcaps, &amp; foule faire lawne &s;hirtes, feede a few fog|gy &s;eruing men, and preferre dunces to liuings. This old Sir <HI>Raderick (Furor)</HI> it &s;hall be thy ta&s;ke to cudgell with thy thick thwart tearmes: marry at the fir&s;t giue him &s;ome &s;ugar can|dy tearmes, and then if he will not vnty pur&s;e &s;tringes, of his liberality, &s;ting him with tearmes layd in <HI>aqua fortis</HI> and gun|powder.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>In noua fert animus mutatas dicere formas.</HI></L></Q>
<L>The Seruile current of my &s;lyding ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Gentle &s;hal runne into his thick &s;kind eares:</L>
<L>Where it &s;hall dwell like a magnifico,</L>
<L>Command his &s;lymie &s;pright to honour me:</L>
<L>For my high tiptoe &s;trouting poe&s;ye.</L>
<L>But if his &s;tarrs hath fauour'd him &s;o ill,</L>
<L>As to debarre him by his dunghil thoughts,</L>
<L>Iu&s;tly to e&s;teeme my ver&s;es lowting pitch:</L>
<L>If his earth wroting &s;nout &s;hal gin to &s;corne,</L>
<L>My ver&s;e that giueth immortality:</L>
<L>Then, <HI>Bella per Emathios.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Furor arma mini&s;trat.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;hake his heart vpon my ver&s;es poynte.</L>
<L>Rip out his gutts with riuyng poinard:</L>
<L>Quarter his credit with a bloody quill.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Calami, Atramentum, charta, libelli,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sunt &s;emper &s;tudijs arma parata tuis.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Inough <HI>Furor,</HI> wee know thou art a nimble &s;wagge|rer with a goo&s;e quill: now for you <HI>Phanta&s;ma,</HI> leaue tru&s;&s;ing your pointes and li&s;ten.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="22">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Omne tulit punctum.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marke you <HI>Amoretto</HI> Sir <HI>Radericks</HI> &s;onne, to him &s;hall thy piping poetry and &s;ugar endes of ver&s;es be directed, he is one, that wil draw out his pocket gla&s;&s;e thri&s;e in a walke, one that dreames in a night of nothing, but mu&s;ke and ciuet, and talke of nothing all day long but his hauke, his hound, and his mi&s;tres, one that more admires the good wrinckle of a boote, the curious crinkling of a &s;ilke &s;tocking, then all the witt in the world: one that loues no &s;choller but him who&s;e tyred eares can endure halfe a day togither, his fliblowne &s;on|ne<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">tes of his mi&s;tres, and her louing pretty creatures, her munckey and her puppet: it &s;hal bee thy ta&s;k <HI>(Phanta&s;ma)</HI> to cut this gulles throate with faire tearmes, and if he hold fa&s;t for al thy iuggling rettoricke, fal at defyance with him, and the poking &s;ticke he weares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Simul extulit en&s;em.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come braue mips, gather vp your &s;pirits and let vs march on like aduenturous knights, and di&s;charge a hundreth poeticall &s;piritts vpon them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>E&s;t deus in nobis, agitante cale&s;cimus illo.</HI></L></Q>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 3. Scen. 5.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Philomu&s;us, Studio&s;o.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well <HI>Philomu&s;us,</HI> we neuer &s;caped &s;o faire a &s;cour|ing: why yonder are pur&s;evantes out for the french Doctor, and a lodging be&s;poken for him and his man in newgate. It was a terrible feare that made vs ca&s;t our hayre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And can&s;t thou &s;port at our calamityes?</L>
<L>And counte&s;t vs happy to &s;cape pri&s;onment?</L>
<L>Why the wide world that ble&s;&s;eth &s;ome with wayle,</L>
<L>Is to our chayned thoughts a darke&s;ome gayle:.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay prethee friend the&s;e wonted tearmes forgo,</L>
<L>He doubles griefe that comments on a wo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do fond men tearme it impiety,</L>
<L>To &s;end a weari&s;ome &s;adde grudging Gho&s;t,</L>
<PB REF="22">
<L>Vnto his home, his long, long, la&s;ting home?</L>
<L>Or let them make our life le&s;&s;e greeuous be,</L>
<L>Or &s;uffer vs to end our mi&s;ery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh no the &s;entinell his watch mu&s;t keepe,</L>
<L>Vntill his Lord do lycence him to &s;leepe:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>It's time to &s;leepe within our hollowe graues,</L>
<L>And re&s;t vs in the darke&s;ome wombe of earth:</L>
<L>Dead things are graued, and bodies are no le&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Pined and forlorne like Gho&s;tly carca&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not long this tappe of loathed life can runne,</L>
<L>Soone commeth death, and then our woe is done.</L>
<L>Meane time good <HI>Philomu&s;us</HI> be content,</L>
<L>Letts &s;pend our dayes in hopefull merryment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cur&s;t be our thoughts whe~ ere they dreame of hope:</L>
<L>Band be tho&s;e happs that henceforth flatter vs,</L>
<L>When mi&s;chiefe doggs vs &s;till and &s;till for aye,</L>
<L>From our fir&s;t byrth vntill our burying day.</L>
<L>In our fir&s;t game&s;ome age, our doting &s;ires</L>
<L>Carked and cared to haue vs lettered:</L>
<L>Sent vs to Cambridge where our cyle is &s;pent:</L>
<L>Vs our kinde Colledge from the teate did teate:</L>
<L>And for'&s;t vs walke before we weaned weare,</L>
<L>From that time &s;ince wandred haue we &s;till:</L>
<L>In the wide world, vrg'd by our forced will,</L>
<L>Nor euer haue we happy fortune tryed:</L>
<L>Then why &s;hould hope with our tent &s;tate abide?</L>
<L>Nay let vs run vnto the ba&s;efull caue,</L>
<L>Pight in the hollow ribbs of craggy cliffe,</L>
<L>Where dreary owles do &s;hrike the liue-long night,</L>
<L>Cha&s;ing away the byrdes of chearefull light:</L>
<L>Where yawning Gho&s;ts do howle in gha&s;tly wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Where that dull hollow ey'd that &s;taring, &s;yre,</L>
<L>Yelept <HI>Di&s;paire</HI> hath his &s;ad man&s;ion,</L>
<L>Him let vs finde, and by his coun&s;ell we,</L>
<L>Will end our too much yrked mi&s;ery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>To wayle thy happs argues a da&s;tard minde.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>To heare too long argues an a&s;&s;es kinde.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="23">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Long &s;ince the wor&s;t chance of the die was ca&s;t,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But why &s;hould that word <HI>wor&s;t</HI> &s;o long time la&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why doth <HI>thou</HI> now the&s;e &s;leepie plaintes com|mence?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;hould I ere be duld with patience?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wi&s;e folke do beare with, &s;trugling cannot mend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good &s;pirits mu&s;t with thwarting fates contend</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some hope is left our fortunes to redre&s;&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>No hope but this, ere to be comfortle&s;&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our liues remainder gentler hearts may finde,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>The gentle&s;t harts to vs will proue vnkind.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 4. Scen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Sir Radericke and Prodigo, at one corner of the Stage, Recor: and Amoretto at the other. Two Pages &s;couring of Tobacco pipes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>M. <HI>Prodigo,</HI> M. <HI>Recorder</HI> hath told you lawe, your land is forfeited: and for me not to take the forfeiture, were to breake the Queenes law, for marke you, its law to take the for|feiture: therefore not to breake it is to breake the Queenes law, and to breake the Queenes law is not to be a good &s;ubiect, and <HI>I</HI> meane to bee a good &s;ubiect. Be&s;ides, I am a Iu&s;tice of the peace, and being Iu&s;tice of the peace I mu&s;t do iu&s;tice, that is law, that is to take the forfeiture, e&s;pecially hauing taken notice of it. Marrie Mai&s;ter <HI>Prodigo,</HI> here are a few &s;hillings, ouer and be&s;ides the bargaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on your &s;hillings, sblood a while agoe, before he had me in the lurch, who but my coozen <HI>Prodigo,</HI> you are welcome my coozen <HI>Prodigo,</HI> take my coozen <HI>Prodigoes</HI> hor&s;e, a cup of Wine for my coozen <HI>Prodigo,</HI> good faith you &s;hall &s;it here good coozen <HI>Prodigo,</HI> a cleane trencher for my coozen <HI>Prodigo,</HI> haue a &s;peciall care of my coozen <HI>Prodigoes</HI> lodging: now mai&s;ter <HI>Prodigo</HI> with a pox, and a few &s;hil|lings for a vantage, a plague on your &s;hillings, pox on your &s;hillings, if it were not for the Sergeant which dogges me at
<PB REF="23"> my heeles, a plague on your &s;hillings, pox on your &s;hillings, pox on your &s;elfe and your &s;hillings, pox on your wor|&s;hip, if I catch thee at <HI>O&s;tend:</HI> I dare not &s;taye for the Ser|geant.</P>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good faith Mai&s;ter <HI>Prodigo</HI> is an excellent fellow, he takes the <HI>Gulan ebullitio</HI> &s;o excellently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor. Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is a good liberall Gentleman, he hath be|&s;towed an ounce of Tobacco vpon vs, and as long as it la&s;ts, come cut and long-taile, weele &s;pend it as liberally for his &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad. Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come fill the Pipe quickly, while my mai&s;ter is in his melancholie humour, it's iu&s;t the melancholy of a Col|liers hor&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor. page.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you cough <HI>Iacke</HI> after your Tobacco, for a puni&s;hment you &s;hall ki&s;&s;e the Pantofle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's a foule ouer-&s;ight, that a man of wor&s;hip can|not keepe a wench in his hou&s;e, but there mu&s;t be muttering and &s;urmi&s;ing: it was the wi&s;e&s;t &s;aying that my father euer vt|tered, that a wife was the name of nece&s;&s;itie, not of plea&s;ure: for what do men marry for, but to &s;tocke their ground, and to haue one to looke to the linnen, &s;it at the vpper end of the ta|ble, and carue vp a Capon: one that can weare a hood like a Hawke, and couer her foule face with a Fanne: but there's no plea&s;ure alwayes to be tyed to a piece of Mutton, &s;ometimes a me&s;&s;e of &s;tewd broth will do well, and an vnlac'd Rabbet is be&s;t of all: well for mine owne part, I haue no great cau&s;e to complaine, for I am well prouided of three boun&s;ing wen|ches, that are mine owne fee-&s;imple: one of them I am pre|&s;ently to vi&s;it, if I can rid my &s;elfe cleanly of this company. Let me &s;ee how the day goes: <STAGE>(hee puls his Watch out.)</STAGE> precious coales, the time is at hand, I mu&s;t meditate on an excu&s;e to be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Record.</SPEAKER>
<P>The which I &s;ay, is grounded on the Statute I &s;pake of before, enacted in the raigne of <HI>Henry</HI> the 6.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is a plaine ca&s;e, whereon I mooted in our Tem|ple, and that was this: put ca&s;e there be three bretheren, <HI>Iohn a Nokes, Iohn a Na&s;h,</HI> and <HI>Iohn a Stile: Iohn a Nokes</HI> the elder, <HI>Iohn a Na&s;h</HI> the younger, <HI>Iohn a Stile</HI> the younge&s;t of all, <HI>Iohn
<PB REF="24"> a Na&s;h</HI> the younger, dyeth without i&s;&s;ue of his body law|fully begotten: whether &s;hall his lands a&s;cend to <HI>Iohn a Noakes</HI> the elder, or di&s;cend to <HI>Iohn a Stile</HI> the younge&s;t of all? The an&s;wer is: The lands do collaterally de&s;cend, not a&s;cend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Record.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very true, and for a proofe hereof, I will &s;hew you a place in <HI>Littleton,</HI> which is verye pregnant in this point.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 4. Scena 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Ingenio&s;o, Furor, Phanta&s;ma.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile pawne my wittes, that is, my reuenues, my land, my money, and what&s;oeuer I haue, for I haue nothing but my wit, that they are at hand: why any &s;en&s;ible &s;nout may winde Mai&s;ter <HI>Amoretto</HI> and his Pomander, Mai&s;ter <HI>Recorder</HI> and his two neates feete that weare no &s;ockes, Sir <HI>Radericke</HI> by his rammi&s;h complexion. <HI>Olet Gorgoinus hyrcum, S't. Lupus in fabula. Furor</HI> fire the Touch-box of your witte: <HI>Phanta&s;ma,</HI> let your inuention play tricks like an Ape: begin thou <HI>Furor,</HI> and open like a phlapmouthed Hound: follow thou <HI>Phanta&s;|ma</HI> like a Ladies Puppie: and as for me, let me alone, Ile come after like a Water-dogge that will &s;hake them off, when I haue no v&s;e of them: My mai&s;ters, the watch-word is giuen. <HI>Furor</HI> di&s;charge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to S. Rad.</STAGE>
<L>The great proiector of the Thunder-bolts,</L>
<L>He that is wont to pi&s;&s;e whole clouds of raine,</L>
<L>Into the earth va&s;t gaping vrinall,</L>
<L>Which that one ey'd &s;ub&s;icer of the skie,</L>
<L><HI>Don Phoebus</HI> empties by caliditie:</L>
<L>He and his Towne&s;men <HI>Planets</HI> brings to thee,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t fatty lumpes of earths facilitie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why will this fellowes Engli&s;h breake the Queenes peace, I will not &s;eeme to regarde him.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="24">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to Am.</STAGE>
<Q><L><HI>Mecoenas atauis edite regibus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O et prae&s;idium, &amp; dulce decus meum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dij faciant votis vela &s;ecunda tuis.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>God &s;aue you good mai&s;ter <HI>Recorder,</HI> and good for|tunes follow your de&s;erts: I thinke I haue cur&s;t him &s;ufficient|ly in few words.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What haue we here, three begging Souldiers, come you from <HI>O&s;tend,</HI> or from <HI>Ireland?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cuium pecus, an Maelibei?</HI> I haue vented all the Latin one man had.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Quid dicam amplius? domini &s;imilis es.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him alone I pray thee, to him againe, tickle him there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Quam di&s;pari domino dominaris?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rec.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay that's plaine in <HI>Littleton,</HI> for if that fee-&s;imple, and the fee taile be put together, it is called hotch potch: now this word hotch potch in Engli&s;h is a Pudding, for in &s;uch a pud|ding is not commonly one thing onely, but one thing with another.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke I do remember this al&s;o at a mooting in our Temple: &s;o then this hotch potch &s;eemes a terme of &s;imi|litude.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to S. Rad.</STAGE>
<L>Great <HI>Capricornus,</HI> of thy head take keepe,</L>
<L>Good <HI>Virgo</HI> watch, while that thy wor&s;hip &s;leepe,</L>
<L>And when thy &s;welling vents amaine,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Pi&s;ces</HI> be thy &s;porting Chamberlaine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke the deuill hath &s;ent &s;ome of his family to torment me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is taile generall and taile &s;peciall, and <HI>Littleton</HI> is very copious in that the ame: for taile generall is, when lands are giuen to a man and his heyres of his body begotten: Taile &s;peciall, is when lands are giuen to a man, and to his wife, and to the heires of their two bodyes lawfully begotten, and that is called Taile &s;peciall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well, and for his oath I will giue a di&s;tinction: there is a materiall oath, and a formall oath: the formall oath
<PB REF="25"> may be broken, the materiall may not be broken: for marke you &s;ir, the law is to take place before the con&s;cience, and therefore you may, v&s;ing me your coun&s;eller, ca&s;t him in the &s;ute: there wants nothing to the full meaning of this place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Nihil hic ni&s;i Carmina de&s;unt.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>An excellent ob&s;eruation in good faith, &s;ee how the old Fox teacheth the young Cub to wurry a &s;heepe, or ra|ther &s;its him&s;elfe like an old Goo&s;e, hatching the addle braine of mai&s;ter <HI>Amoretto:</HI> there is no foole to the Sattin foole, the Veluet foole, the perfumde foole, and therefore the witty Taylors of this age, put them vnder colour of kindne&s;&s;e into a paire of cloath-bags, where a voyder will not &s;erue the turne: and there is no knaue to the barbarous knaue the moul|ting knaue, the pleading knaue: what ho mai&s;ter <HI>Recorder?</HI> Mai&s;ter <HI>Nouerint vniuer&s;i per pre&s;entes,</HI> not a word he, vnle&s;&s;e he feele it in his fi&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Mitto tibi metulas, cancros imitare legendo.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to Furor.</STAGE>
<P>Fellow what art thou that art &s;o bold?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fur.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am the ba&s;tard of great <HI>Mercurie,</HI></L>
<L>Got on <HI>Thalia</HI> when &s;he was a &s;leepe:</L>
<L>My Gawdie Grand&s;ire, great <HI>Apollo</HI> high,</L>
<L>Borne was I heare, but that my luck was ill,</L>
<L>To all the land vpon the forked hill.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>O crudelis Alexi nil mea carmina curas?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nil no&s;tri mi&s;erere mori me dein&abque; coges?</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad. Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you v&s;e them thus, my mai&s;ter is a Iu&s;tice of peace, and will &s;end you all to the gallowes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Hei mihi quod domino non licet ire tuo.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good mai&s;ter <HI>Recorder,</HI> let me retaine you this terme for my cau&s;e, for my cau&s;e good mai&s;ter <HI>Recorder.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Record.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am retained already on the contrary part, I haue taken my fee, be gon, be gon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's his meaning I &s;hould come off: why here is the true &s;tile of a villaine, the true faith of a Lawyer: it is v&s;uall with them to be bribed on the one &s;ide, and then to take a fee of the other: to plead weakely, and to be bribed and rebribed on the one &s;ide, then to be feed and refeed of the other, till at
<PB REF="25"> length, <HI>per varios ca&s;us,</HI> by putting the ca&s;e &s;o often, they make their client &s;o lanke, that they may ca&s;e them vp in a combe ca&s;e, and pack them home from the tearme, as though he had trauelled to London to &s;ell his hor&s;e onely, and hauing lo&s;t their &s;leeces, liue afterward like poore &s;horne &s;heepe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods aboue that know great <HI>Furors</HI> fame,</L>
<L>And do adore grand poet <HI>Furors</HI> name:</L>
<L>Granted long &s;ince at heauens high parliament,</L>
<L>That who &s;o <HI>Furor</HI> &s;hal immortalize,</L>
<L>No yawning goblins &s;hall frequent his graue,</L>
<L>Nor any bold pre&s;umptuous curr &s;hall dare</L>
<L>To lift his legge again&s;t his &s;acred du&s;t.</L>
<L>Where ere I haue my rymes, thence vermin fly</L>
<L>All, &s;auing that foule fac'd vermin pouerty.</L>
<L>This &s;ucks the eggs of my inuention:</L>
<L>Euacuates my witts full pigeon hou&s;e.</L>
<L>Now may it plea&s;e thy generous dignity;</L>
<L>To take this vermin napping as he lyes,</L>
<L>In the true trappe of liberallity:</L>
<L>Ile cau&s;e the Pleiades to giue thee thanks,</L>
<L>Ile write thy name within the &s;ixteenth &s;pheare:</L>
<L>Ile make the Antarticke pole to ki&s;&s;e thy to a,</L>
<L>And <HI>Cinthia</HI> to do homage to thy tayle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretious coles, thou a man of wor&s;hip and Iu&s;tice too? It's euen &s;o, he is ether a madde man or a coniurer: it were, well if his words were examined, to &s;ee if they be the Queenes or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Nunc &s;i nos audis vt qui es diuinus Apollo,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dic mihi, qui nummos non habet vnde petat?</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;til haunted with the&s;e needy Lattini&s;t fellowes: the be&s;t coun&s;ell I can giue is to be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Quod peto da Caie, non peto con&s;ilium.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fellow looke to your braines: you are mad, you are mad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Semel in&s;aniuimus omnes.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mai&s;ter Recorder, is it not a &s;hame that a gallant can|not walke the &s;treete quietly for needy fellowes, and that, after there is a &s;tatute come out again&s;t begging?</P>
<STAGE>He &s;trikes his bre&s;t.</STAGE>
</SP>
<PB REF="26">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Pectora percu&s;&s;it, pectus quo&abque; robora fiunt.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you, they are &s;ome needy <HI>graduates:</HI> the Vniuer&s;ity breakes winde twi&s;e a yeare, and lets flie &s;uch as the&s;e are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>So ho mai&s;ter Recorder, you that are one of the Diuels fellow commoners, one that &s;izeth the Deuils butteries, &s;innes and periuries very laui&s;hly: one that are &s;o deare to <HI>Lucifer,</HI> that he neuer puts you out of commons for non paiment: you that liue like a &s;ummer vpon the &s;innes of the people: you who&s;e vocation &s;erues to enlarge the territories of Hell, that (but for you) had beene no bigger then a paire of Stockes or a Pillorie: you that hate a &s;choller, becau&s;e he de&s;cries your A&s;&s;es eares: you that are a plague &s;tuffed Cloake-bagge of all iniquitie, which the grand Seruing man of Hell will one day tru&s;&s;e vp behind him, and carry to his &s;mokie Warde|robe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What frantick fellow art thou, that art po&s;&s;e&s;t with the &s;pirit of malediction?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vile muddy clod of ba&s;e vnhallowed clay,</L>
<L>Thou &s;limie &s;prighted vnkinde Saracen:</L>
<L>When thou wert borne, dame <HI>Nature</HI> ca&s;t her Calfe,</L>
<L>Forrage and time had made thee a great Oxe,</L>
<L>And now thy grinding lawes deuoure quite,</L>
<L>The fodder due to vs of heauenly &s;pright.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phant.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Nefa&s;to te po&s;uit die quicunque primum et &s;acrilega manu,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Produxit arbos in nepotum perniciem ob propriumque pugi.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ingeni.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray you <HI>Mon&s;eiur Ploidon,</HI> of what Vniuer&s;itie was the fir&s;t Lawyer of, none for&s;ooth, for your Lawe is ruled by rea&s;on, and not by Arte: great rea&s;on indeed that a Ploydeni&s;t &s;hould bee mounted on a trapt Palfrey, with a round Veluet di&s;h on his head, to keepe warme the broth of his witte, and a long Gowne, that makes him looke like a <HI>Cedant arma togae,</HI> while&s;t the poore <HI>Ari&s;totelians</HI> walke in a &s;horte cloake and a clo&s;e <HI>Venetian</HI> hoa&s;e, hard by the
<PB REF="26"> Oy&s;ter-wi&s;e: and the &s;illy Poet goes muffled in his Cloake to e&s;cape the Counter. And you Mai&s;ter <HI>Amoretto,</HI> that art the chiefe Carpenter of Sonets, a priuileged Vicar for the lawle&s;&s;e marriage of Inke and Paper, you that are good for nothing but to commend in a &s;ette &s;peach, to colour the quantitie of your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es &s;toole, and &s;weare it is mo&s;t &s;weete Ciuet: it's fine when that Puppet-player <HI>Fortune,</HI> mu&s;t put &s;uch a Birchen-lane po&s;t in &s;o good a &s;uite, &s;uch an A&s;&s;e in &s;o good fortune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Father &s;hall I draw?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;onne, keepe thy peace, and holde the peace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay do not draw, lea&s;t you chance to bepi&s;&s;e your credit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Flectere &s;i nequeo &s;uperos, Acheronta mouebo.</HI></L></Q>
<L>Fearefull <HI>Megaera</HI> with her &s;nakie twine,</L>
<L>Was cur&s;ed dam vnto thy damned &s;elfe;</L>
<L>And <HI>Hircan tigers</HI> in the de&s;ert Rockes,</L>
<L>Did fo&s;ter vp thy loathed hatefull life,</L>
<L>Ba&s;e <HI>Ignorance</HI> the wicked cradle rockt,</L>
<L>Vile <HI>Barbari&s;me</HI> was wont to dandle thee:</L>
<L>Some wicked hell-hound tutored thy youth,</L>
<L>And all the grifly &s;prights of griping hell,</L>
<L>With mu~ming looke hath dogd thee &s;ince thy birth:</L>
<L>See how the &s;pirits do houer ore thy head,</L>
<L>As thick as gnattes in &s;ummer euening tide,</L>
<L>Balefull <HI>Alecto,</HI> preethe &s;tay a while,</L>
<L>Till with my ver&s;es I haue rackt his &s;oule:</L>
<L>And when thy &s;oule departs a Cock may be,</L>
<L>No blanke at all in hells great Lotterie.</L>
<L>Shame &s;its and howles vpon thy loathed graue,</L>
<L>And howling vomit vp in filthy gui&s;e,</L>
<L>The hidden &s;tories of thy villanies.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="27">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Deuill my mai&s;ters, the Deuill in the likene&s;&s;e of a Poet, away my mai&s;ters away. <STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Arma virum&abque; cano,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quemfugis ah demeus?</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ba&s;e dog, it is not the cu&s;tome in Italy to draw vp|on euery idle cur that barkes, and did it &s;tand with my reputa|tion: oh, well go too, thanke my Father for your liues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fond gul whom I would vndertake to ba&s;tmado quick|ly, though there were a mu&s;ket planted in thy mouth, are not you the young drouer of liuings. <HI>Academico</HI> told me of that hants &s;teeple faires. Ba&s;e worme mu&s;t thou needes di&s;charge thy craboun to batter downe the walles of learning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke I haue committed &s;ome great &s;inne again&s;t my Mi&s;tris, that I am thus tormented with notable villaines: bold pe&s;ants I &s;corne, I &s;corne them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>to Recor.</STAGE>
<L>Nay pray thee good &s;weet diuell do not thou part,</L>
<L>I like an hone&s;t deuill that will &s;hew</L>
<L>Him&s;elfe in a true helli&s;h &s;moky hew:</L>
<L>How like thy &s;nowt is to great Lucifers?</L>
<L>Such tallents had he, &s;uch a glaring eye,</L>
<L>And &s;uch a cunning &s;light in villanie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Recor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh the impudencie of this age, and if I take you in my quarters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ba&s;e &s;laue ile hang thee on a cro&s;&s;ed rime,</L>
<L>And quarter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is gone, <HI>Furor,</HI> &s;tay thy fury.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>S. Rad. Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray you gentleme~ giue 3. groats for a &s;hilling.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amo. Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wil you giue me for a good old &s;ure of ap|parell?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Habet et mu&s;ca &s;plenem, et formicae &s;ua bilis ine&s;t.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gramercie good lads: this is our &s;hare in happine&s;&s;e, to torment the happy: lets walke a long and laugh at the ie&s;t, its no &s;taying here long, lea&s;t <HI>Sir Radericks</HI> army of baylifes and clownes be &s;ent to apprehend vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L><HI>Procul hinc, procul ite prophani.</HI></L></Q>
<L>Ile la&s;h Apollon &s;elfe with ierking hand,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e he pawne his wit to buy me land.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="27">
<HEAD>Act. 4. Scen. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Burbage. Kempe.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>Will Kempe</HI> if we can intertaine the&s;e &s;chollers at a low rate, it wil be well, they haue oftentimes a good conceite in a part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kempe</SPEAKER>
<P>Its true indeede, hone&s;t <HI>Dick,</HI> but the &s;laues are &s;ome|what proud, and be&s;ides, it is a good &s;port in a part to &s;ee them neuer &s;peake in their walke, but at the end of the &s;tage, iu&s;t as though in walking with a fellow we &s;hould neuer &s;peake but at a &s;tile, a gate, or a ditch, where a man can go no further. I was once at a Comedie in Cambridge, and there I &s;aw a para|&s;ite make faces and mouths of all &s;orts on this fa&s;hion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little teaching will mend the&s;e faults, and it may bee be&s;ides they will be able to pen a part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kemp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Few of the vniuer&s;ity pen plaies well, they &s;mell too much of that writer <HI>Ouid,</HI> and that writer <HI>Metamorpho&s;is,</HI> and talke too much of <HI>Pro&s;erpina</HI> &amp; <HI>Iuppiter.</HI> Why heres our fellow <HI>Shake&s;peare</HI> puts them all downe, I and <HI>Ben Ion&s;on</HI> too. O that <HI>Ben Ion&s;on</HI> is a pe&s;tilent fellow, he brought vp <HI>Horace</HI> giuing the Poets a pill, but our fellow <HI>Shake&s;peare</HI> hath giuen him a purge that made him beray his credit:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Its a &s;hrewd fellow indeed: I wonder the&s;e &s;chollers &s;tay &s;o long, they appointed to be here pre&s;e~tly that we might try them: oh here they come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heart the&s;e lets our clouded thoughts refine,</L>
<L>The &s;un &s;hines brighte&s;t when it gins decline.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>M. <HI>Phil.</HI> and M. <HI>Stud.</HI> God &s;aue you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kemp.</SPEAKER>
<P>M. <HI>Phil.</HI> and M. <HI>Otio&s;o</HI> well met.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame to you good M. <HI>Burbage.</HI> What M. <HI>Kempe</HI> how doth the Emperour of Germany?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>God &s;aue you M. <HI>Kempe:</HI> welcome M. <HI>Kempe</HI> from da~|cing the mortice ouer the Alpes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kemp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well you merry knaues you may come to the honor of it one day, is it not better to make a foole of the world as I haue done, then to be fooled of the world, as you &s;chollers are?
<PB REF="28"> But be merry my lads, you haue happened vpon the mo&s;t ex|cellent vocation in the world for money: they come North and South to bring it to our playhou&s;e, and for honours, who of more report, then <HI>Dick Burbage</HI> &amp; <HI>Will: Kempe,</HI> he is not cou~|ted a Gentleman, that knowes not <HI>Dick Burbage</HI> &amp; <HI>Wil Kemp,</HI> there's not a country wench that can dance Sellengers Round but can talke of <HI>Dick Burbage</HI> and <HI>Will Kempe.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed M. <HI>Kempe</HI> you are very famous, but that is as well for workes in print as your part in kne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kempe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are at Cambridge &s;till with &s;ice kne, and be lu|&s;ty humorous poets, you mu&s;t vntru&s;le, I road this my la&s;t cir|cuit, purpo&s;ely becau&s;e I would be iudge of your actions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>M. <HI>Stud.</HI> I pray you take &s;ome part in this booke and act it, that I may &s;ee what will fit you be&s;t, I thinke your voice would &s;erue for <HI>Hieronimo,</HI> ob&s;erue how I act it and then i|mitate mee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who call <HI>Hieronimo</HI> from his naked bed?</L>
<L>And &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will do well after a while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kemp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for you, me thinkes you &s;hould belong to my tu|ition, and your face me thinkes would be good for a &s;ooli&s;h Mayre or a fooli&s;h iu&s;tice of peace: marke me. &mdash; Fora&s;much as there be two &s;tates of a common wealth, the one of peace, the other of tranquility: two &s;tates of warre, the one of di&s;cord, the other of di&s;lention: two &s;tates of an incorpo|ration, the one of the Aldermen, the other of the Brethren: two &s;tates of magi&s;trates, the one of gouerning, the other of bearing rule, now, as I &s;aid euen now for a good thing, thing cannot be &s;aid too often: Vertue is the &s;hooinghorne of iu&s;tice, that is, vertue is the &s;hooinghorne of doing well, that is, vertue is the &s;hooinghorne of doing iu&s;tly, it be hoo|ueth mee and is my part to commend this &s;hooingborne vnto you. I hope this word &s;hooinghorne doth not offend any of you my wor&s;hipfull brethren, for you beeing the wor|&s;hipfull head&s;men of the towne, know well what the horne meaneth, Now therefore I am determined not onely to teach but al&s;o to in&s;truct, not onely the ignorant, but al&s;o
<PB REF="28"> the &s;imple, not onely what is their duty towards their betters, but al&s;o whatis their dutye towards their &s;uperiours: come let mee &s;ee how you can doe, fit downe in the chaire.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fora&s;much as there be. &amp;c.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kemp.</SPEAKER>
<P>thou wilt do well in time, if thou wilt be ruled by thy betters, that is by my &s;elfe, and &s;uch graue Aldermen of the playhou&s;e as I am.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>I like your face, and the proportion of your body for <HI>Richard</HI> the 3. I pray M. <HI>Phil.</HI> let me &s;ee you act a little of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<Q><L>Now is the winter of our di&s;content,</L>
<L>Made glorious &s;ummer by the &s;onne of Yorke,</L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well I a&s;&s;ure you, well M. <HI>Phil.</HI> and M. <HI>Stud.</HI> wee &s;ee what ability you are of: I pray walke with vs to our fellows, and weele agree pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>We will follow you &s;traight M. <HI>Burbage.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kempe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Its good manners to follow vs, Mai&s;ter <HI>Phil.</HI> and Mai&s;ter <HI>Otio&s;o.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mu&s;t the ba&s;e&s;t trade yeeld vs reliefe?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t we be practi&s;'d to tho&s;e leaden &s;pouts,</L>
<L>That nought downe vent but what they do receiue?</L>
<L>Some fatall fire hath &s;corcht our fortunes wing,</L>
<L>And &s;till we fall, as we do vpward &s;pring:</L>
<L>As we &s;triue vpward to the vaulted &s;kie,</L>
<L>We fall and feele our hatefull de&s;tiny.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wonder it is &s;weet friend thy pleading breath,</L>
<L>So like the &s;weet bla&s;t of the &s;outhwe&s;t wind,</L>
<L>Melts not tho&s;e rockes of yee, tho&s;e mounts of woe,</L>
<L>Congeald in frozen hearts of men below.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wonder as well thou mai&s;t why mong&s;t the waues,</L>
<L>Mong&s;t the tempe&s;tuous waues on raging &s;ea,</L>
<L>The wayling Marchant can no pitty craue.</L>
<L>What cares the wind and weather for their paines?</L>
<L>One &s;trikss the &s;ayle, another turnes the &s;ame,</L>
<L>He &s;hakes the maine, an other takes the Ore,</L>
<L>An other laboureth and taketh paine,</L>
<L>To pumpe the &s;ea into the &s;ea againe.</L>
<PB REF="29">
<L>Still they take paines, &s;till the loud windes do blowe</L>
<L>Till the &s;hips prouder ma&s;t be layd belowe:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fond world that nere thinkes on that aged man,</L>
<L>That <HI>Ario&s;toes</HI> old &s;wift paced man,</L>
<L>Who&s;e name is Tyme, who neuer lins to run,</L>
<L>Loaden with bundles of decayed names,</L>
<L>The which in Lethes lake he doth intombe,</L>
<L>Saue onely tho&s;e which &s;wanlike &s;chollers take,</L>
<L>And doe deliuer from that greedy lake.</L>
<L>Inglorious may they liue, inglorious die,</L>
<L>That &s;uffer learning liue in mi&s;ery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>What caren they, what fame their a&s;hes haue,</L>
<L>When once thei'r coopt vp in &s;ilent graue?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>If for faire fame they hope not when the dye,</L>
<L>Yet let them feare graues &s;tayning Infamy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their &s;pendthrift heires will tho&s;e firebrands quench</L>
<L>Swaggering full moi&s;tly on a tauernes bench.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>No &s;hamed &s;ire for all his glofing heire,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t long be talkt of in the empty ayre.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beleeue me thou that art my &s;econd &s;elfe,</L>
<L>My vexed &s;oule is not di&s;quieted,</L>
<L>For that I mi&s;&s;e, is gaudy painted &s;tate,</L>
<L>Whereat my fortunes fairely aim'd of late.</L>
<L>For what am I, the meane&s;t of many mo,</L>
<L>That earning profit are repaide with wo?</L>
<L>But this it is that dorh my &s;oule torment,</L>
<L>To thinke &s;o many actiueable wits,</L>
<L>That might contend with proude&s;t birds of <HI>Po,</HI></L>
<L>Sits now immur'd within their priuate cells,</L>
<L>Drinking a long lank watching candles &s;moake,</L>
<L>Spending the marrow of their flowring age,</L>
<L>In fruitele&s;&s;e poring on &s;ome worme eate leafe:</L>
<L>When their de&s;erts &s;hall &s;eeme of due to claime.</L>
<L>A cherefull crop of fruitfull &s;welling &s;heafe,</L>
<L>Cockle their harue&s;t is, and weeds their graine,</L>
<L>Contempt their portion their po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion paine:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Schollers mu&s;t frame to liue at a low &s;ayle,</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="29">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> &s;ayling where there blowes no happy gale.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our &s;hip is ruin'd, all her tackling rent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And all her gaudy furniture is &s;pent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Teares be the waues whereon her ruines bide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;ighes the windes that wa&s;tes her broken &s;ide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mi&s;chiefe the Pilot is the &s;hip to &s;teare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Wo the pa&s;&s;enger this &s;hip doth beare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come <HI>Philomu&s;us,</HI> let vs breake this chat,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And breake my heart, oh would I could breake that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lets learne to act that Tragick part we haue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would I were &s;ilent actor in my graue.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 5. Scena 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Phil. &amp; Stud. become Fidlers with their con&s;ort.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>And tune fellow Fiddlers, <HI>Studio&s;o</HI> &amp; I are ready. <STAGE>(they tune.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE>Stud: going a&s;ide &s;ayeth.</STAGE>
<L>Fayre fell good <HI>Orpheus,</HI> that would rather be</L>
<L>King of a mole hill, then a Key&s;ars &s;laue:</L>
<L>Better it is mong&s;t fidlers to be chiefe,</L>
<L>Then at plaiers trencher beg reliefe.</L>
<L>But i&s;t not &s;trange this mimick apes &s;hould priz<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Vnhappy Schollers at a hireling rate.</L>
<L>Vile world, that lifts them vp to hye degree,</L>
<L>And treades vs downe in groueling mi&s;ery.</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> affordes tho&s;e glorious vagabonds,</L>
<L>That carried ear&s;t their fardels on their backes,</L>
<L>Cour&s;ers to ride on through the gazing &s;treetes,</L>
<L>Sooping it in their glaring Satten &s;utes,</L>
<L>And Pages to attend their mai&s;ter&s;hips:</L>
<L>With mouthing words that better wits haue framed,</L>
<L>They purcha&s;e lands, and now E&s;quiers are made.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>What ere they &s;eeme being euen at the be&s;t,</L>
<L>They are but &s;porting fortunes &s;cornfull ie&s;ts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>So merry fortune is wont from ragges to take,</L>
<L>Some ragged grome, and him &s;ome gallant make.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="30">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>The world and fortune hath playd on vs too long.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now to the world we fiddle mu&s;t a &s;ong.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our life is a playne &s;ong with cunning pend,</L>
<L>Who&s;e highe&s;t pitch in lowe&s;t ba&s;e doth end.</L>
<L>But &s;ee our fellowes vnto play are bent:</L>
<L>If not our mindes, letts tune our in&s;truments.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Letts in a priuate &s;ong our cunning try,</L>
<L>Before we &s;ing to &s;tranger company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE>Phil.&s;ings. The tune.</STAGE>
<L>HOw can he &s;ing who&s;e voyce is hoar&s;e with care?</L>
<L>How can he play who&s;e heart &s;tringes broken are?</L>
<L>How can he keepe his re&s;t that nere found re&s;t?</L>
<L>How can he keepe his time whome time nere ble&s;t?</L>
<L>Onely he can in &s;orrow beare a parte,</L>
<L>With vntaught hand and with vntuned hart.</L>
<L>Fond arts farewell, that &s;wallowed haue my youth.</L>
<L>Adew vayne mu&s;es that haue wrought my ruth.</L>
<L>Repent fond &s;yre that traynd'&s;t thy happle&s;&s;e &s;onne,</L>
<L>In learninges loare &s;ince bounteous almes are done.</L>
<L>Cea&s;e, cea&s;e har&s;h tongue, vntuned mu&s;icke re&s;t:</L>
<L>Intombe thy &s;orrowes in thy hollow brea&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thankes <HI>Phil.</HI> for thy plea&s;ant &s;ong,</L>
<L>Oh had this world a tutch of iu&s;ter griefe:</L>
<L>Hard rockes would weepe for want of our reliefe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>The cold of wo hath quite vntun'd my voyce,</L>
<L>And made it too too har&s;h for li&s;tining eare:</L>
<L>Time was in time of my young fortunes &s;pring,</L>
<L>I was a game&s;ome boy and learned to &s;ing.</L>
<P>But &s;ay fellow mu&s;itians, you know be&s;t whether we go, at what dore mu&s;t we imperiou&s;ly beg.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iack. fid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here dwells Sir <HI>Raderick</HI> and his &s;onne: it may be now at this good time of New yeare he will be liberall, let vs &s;tand neere and drawe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Draw calle&s;t thou it, indeed it is the mo&s;t de&s;perate kinde of &s;eruice that euer I aduentured on.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="30">
<HEAD>Act. 5. Scena. 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter the two Pages.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir. Rad pa.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mai&s;ter bidds me tell you that he is but new|ly fallen a &s;leepe, and you ba&s;e &s;laues mu&s;t come and di&s;quiet him: what neuer a basket of Capons? ma&s;&s;e, and if he comes heele commit you all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor. Pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirra <HI>Iack,</HI> &s;hall you and I play Sir <HI>Raderick</HI> and <HI>Amoretto,</HI> and reward the&s;e fiddlers, Ile, my mai&s;ter <HI>Amo|retto,</HI> and giue them as much as he v&s;eth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sir Rad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I my old mai&s;ter Sir <HI>Raderick:</HI> fiddlers play. Ile reward you, fayth I will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amor pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good fayth this plea&s;eth my &s;weete mi&s;tres ad|mirably: cannot you play twytty twatty foole, or to be at her, to be at her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Haue you neuer a &s;ong of mai&s;ter <HI>Dowlands</HI> making?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or <HI>Hos ego ver&s;iculos feci &amp;c.</HI> A pox on it, my mai|&s;ter <HI>Am.</HI> v&s;eth it very often. I haue forgotten the ver&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir Theon: here are a couple of fellowes brought before me, and I know not how to decide the cau&s;e, looke in my Chri&s;tmas booke who brought me a pre&s;ent</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>On New-yeares day goodman Foole brought you a pre&s;ent, but goodman Clowne brought you none.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then the right is on goodman fooles &s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mi&s;tres is &s;o &s;weete, that al the Phifitions in the towne cannot make her &s;tinck, &s;he neuer goes to the &s;toole, oh &s;he is a mo&s;t &s;weete little munkey. Plea&s;e your wor&s;hip good father yonder are &s;ome would &s;peake with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. pag.</SPEAKER>
<P>What haue they brought me any thing, if they haue not, &s;ay I take Phi&s;ick.</P>
<P>Fora&s;much fiddlers, as I am of the peace, I mu&s;t needs loue all weapons and in&s;truments, that are for the peace, among which I account your fiddles, becau&s;e they can neither bite nor &s;cratch, marry now finding your fiddles to iarre, and kno|wing that iarring is a cau&s;e of breaking the peace, I am by the vertue of my office and place to commit your quarelling fid|dles to clo&s;e pri&s;onment in their ca&s;es.</P>
<STAGE>They call within.</STAGE>
<P>&s;ha ho, Richard, Iack.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="31">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Am. Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>The foole within, marres our play without. Fid|dlers &s;et it on my head, I v&s;e to &s;ize my mu&s;icke, or go on the &s;core for it, Ile pay it at the quarters end.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell good <HI>Pan,</HI> &s;weete <HI>Irenias adieu, Don Orpheus</HI> a thou&s;and times farewell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iack Fid.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;wore you would pay vs for our mu&s;ick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rad. Page.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that Ile giue Mai&s;ter <HI>Recorders</HI> law, and that is this, there is a double oath, a formall oath, and a materiall oath: a materiall oath cannot be broken, the formall oath may be broken, I &s;wore formally: farewell Fidlers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewell good wags, who&s;e wits prai&s;e worth I deeme,</L>
<L>Though &s;omewhat waggi&s;h, &s;o we all haue beene.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith fellow Fidlers, heres no &s;iluer found in this place, no not &s;o much as the v&s;uall Chri&s;tmas entertainment of Mu|&s;itians, a black Iack of Beare, and a Chri&s;tmas Pye.</P>
<STAGE>They walke a&s;ide from their fellowes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where ere we in the wide world playing be,</L>
<L>Mi&s;fortune beares a part, and marres our melody,</L>
<L>Impo&s;&s;ible to plea&s;e with Mu&s;ickes &s;traine,</L>
<L>Our hearts &s;trings broke~, are nere to be tun'd againe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then let vs leaue this ba&s;er fidling trade,</L>
<L>For though our pur&s;e &s;hould mend, our credit fades.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Full glad I am to &s;ee thy mindes free cour&s;e,</L>
<L>Declining from this trencher waiting trade.</L>
<L>Well may I now di&s;clo&s;e in plainer gui&s;e,</L>
<L>What ear&s;t I meant to worke in &s;ecret wi&s;e:</L>
<L>My bu&s;ie con&s;cience checkt my guilty &s;oule,</L>
<L>For &s;eeking maintenance by ba&s;e va&s;&s;allage,</L>
<L>And then &s;ugge&s;ted to my &s;earching thought,</L>
<L>A &s;hepheards poore &s;ecure contented life,</L>
<L>On which &s;ince then I doted euery houre,</L>
<L>And meant this &s;ame houre in &s;adder plight,</L>
<L>To haue &s;tolne from thee in &s;ecrecie of night.</L>
<L>Deare friend thou &s;eem'&s;t to wrong my &s;oule too much,</L>
<L>Thinking that <HI>Studio&s;o</HI> would account,</L>
<L>That fortune &s;owre, which thou accompte&s;t &s;weete,</L>
<L>Nor any life to me can &s;weeter be,</L>
<PB REF="31">
<L>Then happy &s;waines in plaine of <HI>Arcady.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why then letts both go &s;pend our litle &s;tore,</L>
<L>In the proui&s;ion of due &s;urniture:</L>
<L>A &s;hepards hooke, a tarbox and a &s;crippe.</L>
<L>And hall vnto tho&s;e &s;heepe adorned hills,</L>
<L>Where if not ble&s;&s;e our fortunes we may ble&s;&s;e our wills.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>True mirth we may enioy in thacked &s;tall,</L>
<L>Nor hoping higher ri&s;e, nor feating lower fall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Weele therefore di&s;charge the&s;e fidlers. Fellow mu&s;i|tions, wee are &s;ory that it hath beene your ill happe to haue had vs in your company, that are nothing but &s;critch-owles, and night Rauens, able to marre the pure&s;t melody: &amp; be&s;ids, our company is &s;o ominous, that where we are, thence libe|rality is packing, our re&s;olution is therefore to wi&s;h you well, and to bidde you farewell.</P>
<L>Come <HI>Stud:</HI> let vs ha&s;t away,</L>
<L>Returning neare to this accur&s;ed place.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Actus 5. Scena. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Ingenio&s;o, Academico.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith <HI>Academico,</HI> it's the feare of that fellow, I meane the &s;igne of the &s;eargeants head, that makes me to be &s;o ha&s;ty to be gone: to be briefe <HI>Academico,</HI> writts are out for me, to apprehend mee for my playes, and now I am bound for the Ile of doggs. <HI>Furor</HI> and <HI>Phanta&s;ma</HI> comes after, remoouing the campe as fa&s;t as they can: farewell, <HI>mea &s;i quid vota vale|bunt.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fayth <HI>Ingenio&s;o: I</HI> thinke the Vniuer&s;ity is a me|lancholik life, for there a good fellow cannot &s;it two howres in his chamber, but he &s;hall bee troubled with the bill of a Drawer, or a Vintner: but the point is, <HI>I</HI> know not how to bet|ter my &s;elfe, and &s;o I am &s;ayne to take it.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="32">
<HEAD>Act. 5. Scen. 4.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Phil, Stud. Furor, Phant.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who haue we there, <HI>Ingenio&s;o,</HI> and <HI>Academico?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>The verye &s;ame, who are tho&s;e, <HI>Furor</HI> and <HI>Phanta&s;|ma?</HI></P>
<STAGE>Furor takes a lou&s;e off his &s;leeue.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And art thou there &s;ix footed Mercury?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE>Phan. with his hand in his bo|&s;ome.</STAGE>
<L>Are rymes become &s;uch creepers now a dayes?</L>
<L>Pre&s;umptuous lou&s;e, that doth good manners lack,</L>
<L>Daring to creepe vpon Poet <HI>Furors</HI> back:</L>
<Q><L><HI>Multum refert quibu&s;cum vixeris.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Non videmus Manticae quod in tergo e&s;t.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>Furor</HI> and <HI>Phan.</HI> too, our old colledge fellowes, let vs incounter them all. <HI>Ing: Acad. Furor. Phanta&s;ma.</HI> God &s;aue you all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>What <HI>Ingen. Acad. Furor. Phanta&s;ma:</HI> howe do you braue lads.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>What our deere friends <HI>Phil.</HI> and <HI>Stud?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aca.</SPEAKER>
<P>What our old friends <HI>Phil.</HI> and <HI>Stud?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fur.</SPEAKER>
<P>What my &s;upernaturall friends?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing,</SPEAKER>
<P>What newes with you in this quarter of the Cit|ty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>We haue run through many trades, yet thriue by none.</L>
<L>Poore in content, and onely rich in moane,</L>
<L>A &s;hephards life thou knowe&s;t I wont to admire,</L>
<L>Turning a Cambridge apple by the fire.</L>
<L>To liue in humble dale we now are bent,</L>
<L>Spending our dayes in fearele&s;&s;e merriment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Weel teach each tree euen of the harde&s;t kind,</L>
<L>To keepe our woefull name within their rinde:</L>
<L>Weel watch our flock, and yet weele &s;leepe withall.</L>
<L>Weele tune our &s;orrowes to the waters fall,</L>
<L>The woods and rockes with our &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ill &s;ongs weel<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> ble&s;&s;e,</L>
<PB REF="32">
<L>Let them proue kind &s;ince men proue pittile&s;&s;e.</L>
<P>But &s;ay whether are you and your company iogging: it &s;eemes by your apparell you are about to wander.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith we are fully bent to be Lords of mi&s;rule in the worlds wide heath: our voyage is to the Ile of Dogges, there where the blattant bea&s;t doth rule and raigne Renting the credit of whom it plea&s;e.</P>
<L>Where &s;erpents tongs the pen men are to write,</L>
<L>Where cats do waule by day, dogges by night:</L>
<L>There &s;hall engoared venom be my inke,</L>
<L>My pen a &s;harper quill of porcupine,</L>
<L>My &s;tayned paper, this &s;in loaden earth:</L>
<L>There will I write in lines &s;hall neuer die,</L>
<L>Our feared Lordings crying villany.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>A gentle wit thou had&s;t, nor is it blame,</L>
<L>To turne &s;o tart for time hath wrongd the &s;ame,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stu.</SPEAKER>
<L>And well thou do&s;t from this fond earth to flit,</L>
<L>Where mo&s;t mens pens are hired para&s;ites.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go happily, I wi&s;h thee &s;tore of gal,</L>
<L>Sharpely to wound the guilty world withall:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ay, what &s;hall become of <HI>Furor</HI> and <HI>Phanta&s;|ma?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ing.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e my companions &s;till with me mu&s;t wend,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Aca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fury and Fan&s;ie on good wits attend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fur.</SPEAKER>
<L>When I arriue within the ile of Doggs,</L>
<L>Don Phoebus I will make thee ki&s;&s;e the pumpe.</L>
<L>Thy one eye pries in euery Drapers &s;tall,</L>
<L>Yet neuer thinkes on poet <HI>Furors</HI> neede:</L>
<L><HI>Furor</HI> is low&s;ie, great <HI>Furor</HI> low&s;ie is,</L>
<L>Ile make thee run this low&s;ie ca&s;e I wis.</L>
<L>And thou my clutti&s;h landre&s;&s;e Cinthia,</L>
<L>Nere thinkes on <HI>Furors</HI> linnen, <HI>Furors</HI> &s;hirt:</L>
<L>Thou and thy &s;quirting boy <HI>Endimion,</HI></L>
<L>Lies &s;lauering &s;till vpon a lawle&s;&s;e couch,</L>
<L><HI>Furor</HI> will haue thee carted through the dirt,</L>
<L>That make&s;t great poet <HI>Furor</HI> want his &s;hirt.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="33">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is not here a tru<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> dogge that dare barke &s;o boldly at the Mooone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Exclayming want and needy care and carke,</L>
<L>Would make the milde&s;t &s;pright to bite and barke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Canes timidi vehementius latrant.</HI> There are certaine burrs in the Ile of doggs called in our Engli&s;h tongue, men of wor&s;hip, certaine briars as the <HI>Indians</HI> call them, as we &s;ay cer|tayne lawyers, certayne great lumps of earth, as the <HI>Arbians</HI> call them, certayne gro&s;ers as wee tearme them, <HI>quos ego &s;ed motos prae&s;tat componere fluctus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<L>We three vnto the &s;narling Iland ha&s;t,</L>
<L>And there our vexed breath in &s;narling wa&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>We will be gone vnto the downes of Kent,</L>
<L>Sure footing we &s;hall find in humble dale:</L>
<L>Our fleecy flocke weel learne to watch and warde,</L>
<L>In Iulyes heate and cold of Ianuary:</L>
<L>Weel chant our woes vpon an oaten reede,</L>
<L>Whiles bleating flock vpon their &s;upper feede:</L>
<L>So &s;hall we &s;hun the company of men,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<L>That growes more hatefull as the world growes old,</L>
<L>Weel teach the murmeting brookes in tears to flow:</L>
<L>And &s;teepy rocke to wayle our pa&s;&s;ed wo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<L>Adew you gentle &s;piritts, long adew:</L>
<L>Your witts I loue and your ill fortunes rue:</L>
<L>Ile ha&s;t me to my Cambridge cell againe,</L>
<L>My fortunes cannot wax but they may waine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<L>Adew good &s;heppards, happy may you liue,</L>
<L>And if heereafter in &s;ome &s;ecret &s;hade,</L>
<L>You &s;hall recount poore &s;chollers mi&s;eries,</L>
<L>Vouch&s;afe to mention with teares &s;welling eyes,</L>
<L><HI>Ingenio&s;oes</HI> thwarting de&s;tinyes,</L>
<L>And thou &s;till happy <HI>Academico,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;till mai&s;t re&s;t vpon the mu&s;es bed,</L>
<L>Inioying there a quiet &s;lumbering,</L>
<L>When thou repaye&s;t vnto thy Grantaes &s;treame,</L>
<L>Wonder at thine owne bli&s;&s;e, pitty our ca&s;e,</L>
<PB REF="33">
<L>That &s;till doth tread ill fortunes endle&s;&s;e maze,</L>
<L>Wi&s;h them that are preferments Almoners,</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h gentle wits in their greene bud:</L>
<L>For had not Cambridge bin to me vnkinde,</L>
<L>I had not turn'd to gall a milkye minde.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wi&s;h thee of good hap a plentious &s;tore,</L>
<L>Thy wit de&s;erues no le&s;&s;e, my loue can wi&s;h no more.</L>
<L>Farewell, farewell good <HI>Academico.</HI></L>
<L>Neuer mai&s;t thou ta&s;t of our &s;ore pa&s;&s;ed woe.</L>
<L>Wee wi&s;h thy fortunes may attaine their due:</L>
<L><HI>Furor</HI> and you <HI>Phanta&s;ma</HI> both adue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewell, farewell, farewell, o long farewell,</L>
<L>The re&s;t my tongue conceales, let &s;orrow tell,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Et longum vale, inquit Iola.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel my ma&s;ters, <HI>Furor's</HI> a ma&s;ty dogge,</L>
<L>Nor can with a &s;mooth glozing farewell cog.</L>
<L>Nought can great <HI>Furor</HI> do, but barke and howle,</L>
<L>And &s;narle, and grin, and carle, and towze the world,</L>
<L>Like a great &s;wine by his long leane card lugges.</L>
<L>Farewell mu&s;ty, du&s;ty, ru&s;ty, fu&s;ty London,</L>
<L>Thou art not worthy of great <HI>Furors</HI> wit,</L>
<L>That cheate&s;t vertue of her due de&s;ert,</L>
<L>And &s;uffere&s;t great <HI>Apolloes</HI> &s;onne to want.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay &s;tay awhile and helpe me to content:</L>
<L>So many gentle witts attention,</L>
<L>Who kennes the lawes of euery comick &s;tage,</L>
<L>And wonders that our &s;cene ends di&s;content.</L>
<L>Ye ayrie witts &s;ubtill,</L>
<L>Since that few &s;chollers fortunes are content,</L>
<L>Wonder not if our &s;cene ends di&s;content.</L>
<L>When that your fortunes reach their due content,</L>
<L>Then &s;hall our &s;cene end in her meriment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps &s;ome happy wit wi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">h &s;eeling hand,</L>
<L>Hereafter may recorde the pa&s;torall</L>
<L>Of the two &s;chollers of <HI>Perna&s;&s;us</HI> hil,</L>
<L>And then our &s;cene may end and haue content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<L>Meane time if there be any &s;pightfull Gho&s;t,</L>
<PB REF="34">
<L>That &s;miles to &s;ee poore &s;chollers mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>Cold is his charity, his wit too dull,</L>
<L>We &s;corne his cen&s;ure, he is a ieering gull.</L>
<L>But what&s;oere refined &s;prights there be,</L>
<L>That deepely grone at our Calamity,</L>
<L>Who&s;e breath is turn'd to &s;ighes, who&s;e eyes are wet,</L>
<L>To &s;ee bright arts bent to their late&s;t &s;et:</L>
<L>Whence neuer they againe their heads &s;hall reere,</L>
<L>To ble&s;&s;e our art di&s;gracing hemi&s;pheere.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Inge.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Furor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phan.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let them.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>All giue vs a <HI>plaudite.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Acad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And none but them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<P>And none but them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stud.</SPEAKER>
<P>And none but them.</P>
</SP>
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</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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