Iudgements, have I saide: thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man understand mee? Proh deum, medius fidius, ye are all dunces! For why, here stand I, Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the Duke appeares, I meete him and unto him I utter learned things and many figures; he heares, and nods, and hums, and then cries: rare, and I goe forward; at length I fling my Cap up; marke there; then do you, as once did Meleager and the Bore, break comly out before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace and turne, Boyes.
1. COUNTREYMAN.
And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold.
2. COUNTREYMAN.
Draw up the Company. Where’s the Taborour?
3. COUNTREYMAN.
Why, Timothy!
TABORER.
Here, my mad boyes, have at ye.
SCHOOLMASTER.
But I say, where’s their women?
4. COUNTREYMAN.
Here’s Friz and Maudline.
2. COUNTREYMAN.
And little Luce with the white legs, and bouncing Barbery.
1. COUNTREYMAN.
And freckeled Nel, that never faild her Master.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Wher be your Ribands, maids? swym with your Bodies
And carry it sweetly, and deliverly
And now and then a fauour, and a friske.
NEL.
Let us alone, Sir.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Wher’s the rest o’th Musicke?
3. COUNTREYMAN.
Dispersd as you commanded.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Couple, then,
And see what’s wanting; wher’s the Bavian?
My friend, carry your taile without offence
Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure
You tumble with audacity and manhood;
And when you barke, doe it with judgement.
BAVIAN.
Yes, Sir.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.
4. COUNTREYMAN.
We may goe whistle: all the fat’s i’th fire.
SCHOOLMASTER.
We have,
As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile,
We have beene FATUUS, and laboured vainely.
2. COUNTREYMAN.
This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding,
That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,
Cicely the Sempsters daughter:
The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin;
Nay and she faile me once—you can tell, Arcas,
She swore by wine and bread, she would not breake.
SCHOOLMASTER.
An Eele and woman,
A learned Poet sayes, unles by’th taile
And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile.
In manners this was false position
1. COUNTREYMAN.
A fire ill take her; do’s she flinch now?
3. COUNTREYMAN.
What
Shall we determine, Sir?
SCHOOLMASTER.
Nothing.
Our busines is become a nullity;
Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.
4. COUNTREYMAN.
Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it,
Now to be frampall, now to pisse o’th nettle!
Goe thy waies; ile remember thee, ile fit thee.
[Enter Iaylors daughter.]
DAUGHTER.
[Sings.]
The George alow came from the South,
From the coast of Barbary a.
And there he met with brave gallants of war
By one, by two, by three, a.
Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants,
And whither now are you bound a?
O let me have your company [Chaire and stooles out.]
Till (I) come to the sound a.
There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet:
The one sed it was an owle,
The other he sed nay,
The third he sed it was a hawke,
And her bels wer cut away.
3. COUNTREYMAN.
Ther’s a dainty mad woman M(aiste)r
Comes i’th Nick, as mad as a march hare:
If wee can get her daunce, wee are made againe:
I warrant her, shee’l doe the rarest gambols.
1. COUNTREYMAN.
A mad woman? we are made, Boyes.
SCHOOLMASTER.
And are you mad, good woman?
DAUGHTER.
