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Enter Gelasimus Pseudocheus and Paedio at one dore Philargurus and Blatte at tho'ther.
Gelas:

Phi:
Blatte heere take the keyes barr fast the dores
vnlesse my spectacles deceaue my sight
I see some straingers coming hitherward

Gelas:
Dye lett me, yf I doe not thinck my selfe
an amiable youth

Phi:
Hast thou fast bard them?

to Blatte
Bla:
Wt h.out yor. leaue here enters not a mouse

Gel:
How cleanely combd, how spruse and neate all [over] o're

Ps:
Thie loue lock, lett it dangle at the left Eare
hould vp yor. head, Soe, soe, a litle higher

to Gelas: houlding his hand vnder his chynn.
Gelas:
By Ioue thou hast an apt disciple; I.
sucked this aptnes from my Nurses breasts

Ps:
It is a synn to blush: be impudent—

Gelas:
I blush? I scorne to blush by Iupiter
I am noe Academian, noe ffoole

Phi:
Blatte obserue least any clymbe the wall
Vntyle my rafters, breake into my howse

Bla:
Bee not soe carefull, Il'e looke to each place

Pæ:
Mr. I see ould Philargurus stand
before his dore.

Ps:
Salute the ould man

Gelas.
Once and againe saue you. Philargurus

Phi:
What? whence art thou? what is thy busynes?

Gelas:
Speake Pseudocheus who I am

Aside
Ps:
This is a Noble youth of Athens.

Ph:
What howse?

Ps:
Rich Megadorus was his father

Gelas:
The next howse to Pyræum was one of his

Ps:
This was his heyre to a farthing

Gelas:
What e're he had, he dying left to me
platters of gould & cupps of siluer, ffarmes
Townes edifices seruants ploughes & oxen

Ph:
Were you. the sonne of Megadorus

Gel:
I am or ells my mother did deceaue me

Bla:
Truelie a neate youth, of a smyling looke
O that he would woe me, & loue me too
I am not yett soe ould to be dispi'sd

Ph:
I Megadorus did well knowe; sober
and thriftie man was he, rich in much gould
harty and prouident;

Gelas:
Hee my father was
I am a blossome sprung from that same tree

Ph:
Giue me thy right hand
Byrlady Sr. yor. lands are very greate

Gelas:
I thanck my fortune I am noe begger

Ph:
Hem, this man's rich enough to wedd my daughter
where is thye wyfe?

Gelas:
What?

Ph:
thy mynd
Doth wander; Art thou in loue?

Gelas:
In loue wt h. yor. daughter
I am besides my selfe for loue of her.

Ps:
True I assure you. I cann wytnes it
beleiue me Sr. I ne'ere saw wt h. theis eyes
in all Arabia, Paphlagonia
Syria, Thessalia, Persia
or in the Orientall India
A young man more in loue: not one soe much.

Blat:
This fellowes tounge hath travayld [eu] very ffarr

Ps:
See how poore wretch he doth amazed stand
hee makes me almost weepe

Phi:
Ne're sigh soe man, ne'ere greiue or vex thye mynd

Gelas:
If you consent: the maid I doe not ffeare

Phi:
I gyue consent;

Gelas:
you. haue reuiued me
Did I not stand as dead as any stone?

Aside to Ps: & Pæ:
Phi:
Blatte [goe] call me Callimela hither.

Exit Blatte.
Ps:
Dost thou remember thy woeing lesson
that I this morning taught thee?

to Gelasimus
Gelas:
Yes, yes, yes
thats at my fyngers ends I warrant you.

Enter Call: et Bl:
Phi:
Conquer but her the Victorie is thyne

Bla:
Come Callimela; the expected tyme
Is now at hand; a neate daynty woer
Desires thy fruition; o that I
had such another would my bedd desire
Behould how sweetely, he doth fframe his lookes

Gelas:
Be gone from me, I neede noe prompter, I
what i'st? I remember, I remember. Ha, Ha, He.

Phi:
Why laugh'st thou soe?

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, He;

Phi:
Do'st mock my daughter?

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, He; he knowes not the manner of the Antipodes, Ha, Ha, He
Fa la, la, la, la, la, sol, la, fa, how dost thou my doue?
Fa, la, la, la, sol, fa, la, my marrow, my happy day
Fa, la, la, la, sol, la, me, re, I loue thee by Ioue
La, fa, la, la, me, re, sol, la, Thyne not his owne Gelasimus from the goulden hill
La, la, la, la, la, sol, me, la, me, re, la, fa, sol, fa.

Call:
Stand of.

Gelas:
O Iuno be not angry wt h. thy Ioue
lett me but kis«se» thyne [eyebrowes] eyes my sweete delight
my sparrow, my hony, my duck, my cony

Phi:
Refuse thou not this youngmans loue, h'ees noble

Gelas:
My Venus ffr«ow»ne not soe.

Call:
you. are deceaued
I am not Venus.

Gelas:
But by Ioue thou art
thou Venus art, why doe you. it denye?

Ps:
I well remember once I kissed Venus
in Paphos Ile, but I forgett her ffavor.

Gelas:
Thou Venus art, I knowe thee to be Venus
H'st; Tell me what to saye

Ps:
My hony shall I tast of yor. delights?

Gelas:
My hony shall I tast of yor. delights?

Call:
What doe thinck I am a hony sopp?

Gelas:
Not I by Ioue

Ps:
What a dull pate is this he nothing hath
that is his owne, but only this (by Ioue)

Gelas:
Thou sweeter art then any hony sopp

Call:
I'le fly thee therefore for ffeare thou eate me

Gelas:
I? what I, eate thee? h'st h'st

Ps:
I had rather dye wt h hunger

Gelas:
I had rather dye wt h. hunger
I sweare by theis thy goulden cheekes.

Ps:
Ex'lent
beyond Compare,

Gelas:
I know not how to woe a Virgine I
how greate soe e're I am, am a meere asse
Am I not Pædio? art thou not proud
that thou on such a Mr. dost attend

Phi:
Speake Callimela, speake, speake, shamefac't girle
Doe thy affections Consympathize?

Bla:
Forsooth when I was like yor. Callimell
(ffor I was like [her]) I had many sutor s.
but foolishlie I did reiect them all
ffirst Traneo because his beard was red
Albius cause beardles. Demetrius
Cause he was spindle shankt & Curio
I did not ffauor. [b«*»]because his long nose
was an ympediment [vn]to his kissing
But now alas I neuer more shall see
such happie dayes

Ps.
So, soe, goe on againe & say thus to her
I yor s. am sweete answeare I am thyne

Gelas:
I yor s. am sweete answeare I am thyne
o how this ioyes my hart, more; more
sweete Pseudocheus more

Ps.
Why museth thou.

Call:
Must I then be a wyfe?

Ph:
Thou shalt be my owne girle Callimela

Call:
I muse wc h. of vs two must mr. be
I or my husband? I'le subiect my neck
to noe mans yoake. [I'le subiect] is this a Cittizen?

Phi:
A wealthy one.

Call:
I shall the better rule
the wyfes of Cittizens doe beare the sway
whose very hands, theire husbands may not touch
wthout a bended knee & thinck themselves
happie yf they obteyne but soe much grace
wt h. in theire armes to beare from place to place
theire wyues fyne litle pretty foysting hounds
they doe adore theire wyues; what ere they say,
they doe extoll; what ere they doe, they prayse
though they cornute them; such a man gyue me.

Ps.
do'st thou remember?

Gelas:
I am memorious
What is the Mountaine.

Ps.
Paphlagonia

Gels:

Ps:
Apply, Apply,

Gelas:
I am the stone; When I behould thye face
I seeme as [gold] gould, yf thou the same once hide
I am made black; sweete hart do'st thou loue me?

Phi:
Speake Callimela, speake and doe not blush

Gelas:
I [am] yor s. am sweete answeare I am thyne
Did I not speake it in a fitting tyme,

Aside to Ps:
Call:
What thinge doth please my father pleaseth me

Gelas:
I knowe shee loues me, as I lyue I haue
a face Imperious.

Call:
But this obserue
I wilbe called Mr s. not wyfe.

Gelas:
Thou shalt be called Hellena, a Queene
How saist thou? hath not Venus ben my ffreind?

to Ps:
Ps:
I wish you. both the loue of Turtledoues

Bl:
I long nights, Venus delights, & Children

Gelas:
Soe Ioue me loue I am soe ouerioyed
I [what] scarce knowe where I am, what may I kisse?

to Ps:
Ps:
I'le carry her a kisse, to kisse
T'weere synn, [b]
before the nuptiall celebration

Gelas:
Is this a vse too, 'monge the Antipodes?
this scarcelie pleaseth me, I. Callimele
send[s] thee a kisse, I thy Gelasimus
when I am married I will alsoe kisse
to morrow I will bring thee to my townes
thou shalt my lands & large revenues see
how many sheepe & oxen I doe ffeede
how many seruants are at my Cōmaund
my parks & paynted posts before my dores
what sayest thou my Mr s. & my Queene?

Phi:
Make ready for the Nuptialls; this night
my Callimele and I will supp at home.

Exeunt Ph: & Call:
Gelas:
How louinglie shee turned back her Eyes

Bl:
Youngmen farewell;, I am this maids keeper

Gelas:
Farewell most auncient keeper.

Bl:
If I can pleasure you. in any thinge
I am at yor. Cōmaund; once more ffarewell.
Exit Bl:

Ps:
What shall wee doe Gelasimus

Gelas:
Wt h. all speede wee will goe to Timons howse
where feasts wt h. myrth & laughter do[th]e abound
Come lett vs goe I cannot brooke delaye
Till I haue tould them of my wedding daye.

Exeunt