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Scena tertia.

Intrant philogonus et [Litur] gus.
Phi.
Is it true Liturgus that yow tolde me of my sonne

Li.
Its too trwe I feare me I harde a great noyse

Phi.
Alas a a gods will then I am vtterlie vndone
art thou sure thou hardst my frende Eupelas voyce

Li.
I am sure he mett with your sonne in the waye
and advertised him to doe his dewtie to yow
after that I am sure there was here fought a fraye.
and one as had ben stickt did crie out and lowe.

Ca.
Ha ha ha ha ha I must neds laughe in my slefe
the wise men of gotum are risen againe
Peter poppum doth make his master beleiue
that Misogonus his soone hath Eupelas slayne.

Phi.
Woe worth the tyme that ever I begatt him
such a one I thinke was never yet breade

Li.
He did but cuggill him a litle & rate him
the worste I hope is but a broken heade

Ca.
I woulde it were broken & thine to by my trothe
thou maist chaunce haue thine if thou takst not good hede
how the pickethankes doth make the olde man wrothe
when as yet god wott he hath litle nede

Phi.

Ca.
Die when thou wilt weil haue an oxe eaten
the soner the better thoust doe vs lesse wronge.

Phi.
What harte of flynte coulde abyde this mishaps
[No]t one in all Europe I thinkes in my case

Ca.
Nay softe thouste haue yett some more thunder claps
Ile make him defie the even face to face

Phi.
Theirs no man I am sure that loues his sonne better
or that woulde fayner bringe him to honest livinge
a thousande pound gladlye I would wishe my selfe detter
if yet at the lengthe he woulde tourne to some thrivinge

Li.
Why Sr he hath not yet sowne all his wilde otes
he is but yonge trulie he must nedees runne his race

Ca.
Heile shortlye make the singe the cuccolds notes
thy wife loues him well in space cōmeth grace

Phi.
A Liturgus remembres thou what
thou wert wonnt to tell me when he was but yonge

Li.
My worde is no gospell for all that I thinke not
but he will returne to vertue or longe

Phi.
I praye god he may but I am quite out of hope
What companie vseth he tell me in faithe

Li.
Such companye as in deede will bringe him toth rope
Yf he leave them not the scripture so saithe

Ca.
The scripture yow Jack sauce a scripp & a staffe
were more meter for such a clumpertone as thou arte
tauke thou of rubbinge horses and of such risse raffe.
the souterlye thikscinn came but last yeare fromth cart

Phi.
Well there is no remedye heil be my death I knowe
I may suffer a while but I can not longe indure

Li.
Gods aboue all thoughe you thinke him past whoo
He may yet reduce him therof be you sure

Phi.

Ca.
A curste cowe hath shorte hornes what downe great harte
be good in your office woulde yow whipp him in dede
he shoulde fynde some frende that woulde take his parte
for your whippinge I warrent yow, yow shoulde haue smale mede

Phi.

Li.
I warrent yow I heis nether wounded nor slayne
had a litle girmumble I thinke & no more

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Ca.
Ha ha. now will I goe playe will sommer agayne
and seme as verie a gose as i waz before
musche a douche yow, vounder.

Phi.
The foole thinkes trulye I am still at supper
what will sommer frome whence comest thou

Ca.
Cha bene so farr yt cham sore in my crupper
cha bene sadlinge my gofe cuccolds cowe

Phi.
A wise reason god helpe him yt ye noddy bringes out.
but tell me didst thou see thy yonge master alate

Ca.
He was here right now and wt h Jack nophiles fought
cham may say to yow vounder there were a grate bate

Phi.
Nay thou art decevd it were Eupelas thy cosin
waste not he that I called to supper at night

Ca.
Vye vye no can knowe him from a dosin
twore he that before put my master to flighte.

Phi.
Art thou sure of that will marry thats good nuse
did he put thy master to flighte canst thou tell

Ca.
Otes a grumme horsonne vounder he made him to muse
and put him quite to zilens he looked so fell

Phi.
The fooles wordes doth my hart yet somewhat releive
but I praye the will whether is thy Mr nowe gone

Ca.
And youl giue me some dingdonges to hange at my sleife
Ile tell yow by my trothe both whether and when

Phi.
Mary that thou shalt or Ile pull them from my hose
holde the & tell me true to, & thoust be my lurdinge

Ca.
Aha this a trime one in dede has a golden nose
Ile tell ye vort, a went in right now a burdinge

Phi.
A burdinge like inoughe I thinke to cathe a buntinge
had he any dogges wt h him or no knowst thou well

Ca.
I am sure I heis gone a very horehuntinge
had a brase of houndes wt h him that were good oth smell

Phi.
But how shoulde I knowe when he comes agayne home
wilt thou here remayne & then bringe me worde

Ca.
I can tell that thoughe I be but a mome
but cham not fotherdd for all night, had nothinge at board

Phi.
What welcome Liturgus thou hast well hide
howe doth my frende Eupelas? is he well and in health?

Li.
Heis well sir, but at home a while heile abyde
anone heile come see yow thoughe it be by stealth

Phi.
Weile go home ith meane space then & rest vs both twane
to watch for thy master thoust tarry her still

Ca.
By my fathers soule I had rather go and come againe
Cham a hungred by my veckinges chil haue my zoule yt I will

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