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SCEN 2.

Atys Hylas Christophel Dauid Salomon Brown Sapho.
At.

Salue, Domine, Salue.

Dau.

I do replye your Saluie Salutations vpon you all, Sirs.

At.

Your Saluie Resalutation stinketh most putrifyedly, Sir.

Christ.

Fye, Sir Dauid, you that be a Faery.

Saph.

A Faire eye he is trewly.

Christ.

And haue the bringing vp of the Elues of the Forrest
in Roguery.

Dau.

Sir?

Christ.

You would prophane so faire a daye?

Syl.

He is a Justice of Peace, I must tell you trewe.

Saph.

Myne a Knaue is I must tell you trewe.

Dau.

I do beseech your worship you would but obliterate the
Error.

Christ.

Fright them away for shame.

Dau.

They be shameles and graceles Impes Perdy.

Saph.

Not so shameles yet, as is our own good Master, I troe.

Christ.

Send them away with a whip.

Dau.

Auaunt, you Tits, that you looke mee not in the face to
day.

Christ.

Be it a Fat Remedy too wee all do beseech.

Dau.

Be it so also. Goe, Hold you the Birds my Boyes and

pack. You Salomon, onely you, See you but reserue the drippings
of his talk 'gainst soone.

Sal.

Etiam.

Christ.

Whats that Salomon?

Dau.

A Philosopher he is.

Christ.

A Philosopher without a Beard? Sir.

Dau.

Philosophers weare no Excrements certainly.

Christ.

Haue you no Merdes in your Bellyes?

Dau.

Some and shall lyke you wee haue, but do cast them
into a ditch all.

Christ.

So does my Bitch.

At.

Has given him a Twitch.

Dau.

I you beseech.

Christ.

Your reading will testifye who you be. What's that
the Book you haue in your hand there?

Dau.

Scipioes Comædyes.

Christ.

Scipioes Comædyes? Be you blind. Sir? Is not
this plaine Terence? Sir.

Dau.

Shall I haue Permittance? Shall I haue breath?

Christ.

Take to thee thy wind, I do freely giue thee it.

Dau.

Terence fatherd, Scipio begat them.

Christ.

Who would haue taken the Puritaine for a Playmaker?

At.

Rather who would haue thought the other had beene a
Theife.

Dau.

He could not haue been a Barbarian and haue vttered
that vrbanitie certes.

Christ.

I haue a Commission for the Examining your whoore,
Therefore see you not stir.

Dau.

With Part of my Soale and her whole stomacher
withall to boote.

At.

Calfe, wilt suffer him kiss her in thy Presence? He is no
Justice, Asse.

Dau.

No?

At.

No.

Dau.

Lips off, Sycophant, For same she is no Lettuce.

Christ.

What other Sport haue wee? passe the afternoone?
Hau.

Hyl.

Nay, he is a Justice, I must tell you. My Fellow spake
but to the contrary, but for your better Edification of the man.

Dau.

Some Innocent Sport, I beseech you, Sir.

Christ.

Saye.

At.

Plucking Roses?

Christ.

The Rose will prick you.

Hyl.

Riding a wyld Mare?

Christ.

The Mare will kick you.

At.

Picking sloes?

Christ.

The sloe will sick you.

Hyl.

Catching Bees?

Christ.

The Bees will stick you.

At.

Hunting the Squirrill?

Christ.

A Squirrill, A Squirrill, whir

Dau.

A Squirrill be it la.

Christ.

Now for our companie? say.

At.

You, he and I, Brown Sapho his whoore and Salomon
his Boye, Fiue as I see, Sir.

Christ.

Wee be Just and Jumpe euen all, as Jenkin Jermin
his lips, I see.

Hyl.

Wee be not so yet Sir, by your leaue, For wee be, loe,
six of vs in all, Sir, Jumpe and euen as you say.

Dau.

Atys most trewly hath collected, for I do repute myself
but a shadowe to the man.

Christ.

A speciall wise man he is. Faire Damsell, will you
fall into league with vs? saye.

At.

He would haue her fall into legges with him.

Saph.

Sapho is ready for any seruice, Be it but to beate the
drum whilest that you other on foote do set the game.

Hyl.

I know what will become of you before night by your
Nose, Dame.

Dau.

Beware a superficiall eye, long as you liue, Boy.

At.

M
r Justice, when sett wee forward?

Christ.

Now, Sirs.

Dau.

Festina lente, Suluicolæ præeante et rustica Numina
Fauni.

Hyl.

A Song, before wee part, Sir, yet.

Christ.

With my whole Hearte, to boote, my Heartes, Selah,
Mad Gentlemen all, Selah Hoa.

The Second Song.