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SCENA TERTIA.
Top.Now what strange passion hath befalne my father!
I wonder that he did so fawne upon
Proceeded from a Fathers tender love.
But he look't gastly, and his colour chang'd,
And seem'd to grow forgetfull what he did;
I pray this humour hold not.
Enter Demonstrat. and Intellect.
Top.
How now Brother?
Met you your Father?
Demon.
Not I; is he gone?
He bid me call up young Lord Intellect.
Intel.
Marry beshrew you, I could wish you had let me alone;
you awak't me out of a most sweet sleepe.
Demon.
What is the matter?
Top.
Nay I sweare I know not;
But I doe feare all is not well with him.
Demon.
Not well, and stand we talking?
Top.
I protest I am amaz'd.
Demon.
Come let us seeke him out.
Exeunt Demonst. and Topic.
Amb.
Young Lord you were best to stay; they goe to seeke
one whom they know not where to finde. Now I hope to
make my Master doate as much on me, as his mad father doth
on him, if I can convey away this purchase.
Int.
But when will Lord Discourse come? I desire to learne
somewhat this morning.
Amb.
My yong Lord, if you will goe with me, I will lead
you to such a Library, as all Hermenia yeelds not the like
againe.
Intel.
But are there any Bookes for my use?
Amb.
Of all sorts.
Int.
Any Logick or Philosophy?
Amb.
The best Logick, Rhetorick, & Philosophy that can be.
Int.
Whose I prethee?
Amb.
Why you shall finde there Piscators Logick, Butlers
Rhetorick.
Int.
Indeed, Fæcundi calices quem non fecere disertum?
O sir, the onely Rhetorick in price;
You shall have too Magirus Physicks.
Intel.
What Kitchin-Physick?
Amb.
Bakers Arithmetick.
Intel.
That will teach me to tell Thirteene to the dozen:
what, you thinke I will prove Helluo librorum? Well, I wil
goe with you for once.
Amb.
And stay with me I hope, longer than you are willing.
Exeunt.
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