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Sce. 2.

Enter Barebones with a satchell of meate, and a bottle of Wine.
Barebones.

Thancks my good starres, and these kinde warres that haue
so sweetly captiv'd vs to the Souldan. Before in Antioch I eate
not a good meale in a month; now I victuall it here in the
campe to the full. [Thancks to my] If I had known I should haue fared so
well, I would haue saved them the labour of taking mee,
and haue yeilded my selfe into their hands. Hee sits down.
well: My Master
has sent mee to con my lesson by my selfe; let me see, what
booke comes first to hand? O, this is Ovids Metamorphosis
turn'd into pasty crust with the tale of Acteon it, very good
venison, I can assure you. [And] here's a couple of our owne country[OMITTED]
authors Mr. Beefe and Mr. Mutton, these are physicke bookes they haue
excellent cordiall receits in them to [keepe] cure hunger, and keep the body
in health. and here's a dictionarie that is very helpfull in construing
the other authours. I hope I shall proue a good scholler; for
you see I ply my booke close. And now I haue construed my lectur«e»
Ile begin to pierce it to. Drincks.

Enter Sinew, a Souldier.[OMITTED]
Sinew.

O honest [Master] Barebones. I haue sought you with swincking and swea«ting»

Barebones.

And honest Sinew thou hast found mee drincking and eating.
you souldiers are such smell feasts, youle be sure to visit a man at[OMITTED]
dinner time. well, come, sit downe, and doe as I doe. heres good flesh[OMITTED]

Sinew.

I but my teeth water at another gates peece of flesh, I haue
no stomach to thyne.

Barebones.

why what bit dost thou long for?

Sinew.

One that you must help mee to if any of your masters diuells [will]
mee so good a turne.

Barebones.

And 'tweare an ill turne there are divells enough to be had[,]:
marry for a good turne I doubt they will hardly be intreated,
for my master lets im out so to brokers and vsurers that they
learne nothing but such craft and cruelty that a man knows
not how to trust them. but what would you with them?

Sinew.

O Barebones; The little God of Loue has coudgell'd the great
god of warre out of mee; in which conflict I was wounded to
the hart with the loue of Mr s. Caro: a pretty peece of flesh
she is, and vnlesse poore Sinew be infolded in that flesh, I shall
remayne in a moste miserable case.

Barebones.

why doest thou hope to conquer a castle, and canst not winne
a wench?

Sinew.

Alas man, there is one Bloud a servant to the Lord Colactus,

a proud boasting courtier hee is, who though he came but out of
an ould smokie thatch'd house yet braggs of his pedegree and
progenitors five generations before Iupiter. This muskie fellow has
gotten into her affection, and foists me out of her fauour. Now
if you could get one of your Masters goblins to [winn] make Mr s. Caro
sticke to Sinnew in spite of hot Bloud: then should Sinew cling
close to Barebones till both of vs be dead and rotten.

Barebones.

I doubt not of the strength and toughnesse of your loue, being a
souldier and your name Sinew, I assure my selfe you will not
shrincke willingly. [[illeg.]]

Sinew.

Let the Sinews of frendship persuade you that I am moste
certainly your servant.

gives him money.
Barebones.

I doe feelingly beleeue your faithfullnesse: but I haue not
seen a servant pay his master wages before. Well, since
your Lord Lysander and my master Cyprian loue one another
so well; I will tempt my Master to com̄aund one of his Deuills
to tempt Mr s. Caro to yeild her selfe to your com̄aundement.
And see where he Enter Lysander and Cyprian conferring.

comes, and your lord with him; pat for our purpose.

Sinew.

I had rather my Lord weare away. but hap what will, I
am ouerheat and must into the water though I [die] drown for't.

Cyprian.

Now Sirrah, what's the buisnes with you?

Barebones.

I am no taylor, [and] yet I bring you a suite sir, which I hope
my Lord Lysander will help on.

Cyprian.

I wish it be worth the wearing, because it is stuffe of your commending.
[well]

Lysanders.

If it be any thing reasonable [(honest Barebones) thy] [your] Master shall not deny it thee.

Barebones.

I thancke your L.h p. This tis. They whisper.

Sinew.

Now venus be propitious; and yet I erre in praying to a [god]
heauenly power for help from hell. No, o Pluto remember
thou wast once in loue, and be thou pittifull. see they smile,
that puts me in some comfort yet.

Lysander.

Sinew, come hither.

Sinew.

Now! shall I haue rods or roast meat trow?

Lysander.

why are you absent from the camp sir?

Sinew.

Because your Lordship is not present there, [and] since you[r]
are put out of your generalls place I scorne to serve any that vsurps
your roome.

Lysander.
Y'haue got a subtle answer: but the truth is
y'are turn'd a carpet knight, are fall'n in loue,
and giv'n to Idlenesse.

Barebones.

Alas my Lord, 'tis not that he delights in idlenesse; he would
faine bee doing, but that another has got his worke out of his hand.

Cyprian.
Well, for your Masters sake your suite is graunted.
see Barebones heres a spirit that to you Enter Cantharides.

is now and shalbe only visible
he shall convert that louely peece of fflesh
into what mould you will.

Lysander.
And when that's done,
Sinew returne to mee.

Cyprian.
Come lets walke on.

Exeunt. Lysander and Cyprian.
Sinew.
Is the Spirit come allready?

Barebones.

I marry is hee; if you could see him as I can, you would take

him for one of these flies that sucke sweetmeats out of
dunghills. what's thy name my little inch of damnation?

Cantharides.

My Name is Cantharides.

Sinew.

I heare him though I see him not. what's him name says hee?

Barebones.

[what] Cantharides! ha ha ha. the fittest name for a pimp
that can bee. Cantharides is a baudy flie, of wc h the apothecarys
make a provocative medicine, that stirrs vp lust beyond all
performance. This fly was pandar to the God Priapus, and
therfore is a very skillfull [at] caterer[g] in the flesh market.

Sinew.

[Braue] Honest Barebones I am thine foreuer. but I languish
to see this feat effected.

Barebones.

come my little fflesh-fly, thou must claw the kiddneys of
Mr s. Caro, and make the water of her desires runne into the
shooes of Mr. Sinew, that he may no longer draw driefoot in
the quest of her.

Cantharides.

I am at your com̄aund.

Exeunt.