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Scena quinta.

Enter Fortunio with Pedante.
Pedante.
Est mora damnosa, pray let vs away,
For yonder my Maister your comming dooth stay.

Fortunio.
Sir Fedele God saue you.

Fedele.
And you Sir Fortunio,
I was so bolde to charge my man, vnto your house to goe.
Matters of waight I haue to you, of freendship to imparte:

Fortunio.
My leasure serues, and I will stand, to heer withall my hart.

Fedele.
Not so, but sith it asketh time, if you will take the pain,
To walke with mee vnto my house, there wil I tell you plain.
Both what I saw and heard of late, which toucheth you so neer:
That you will giue mee thanks I know, when you the matter heer

Fortunio.
Goe when you please Il'e beare you company,

Fedele.
Pedante you may walke abroad, till Dinner draweth ny.

Exeunt Fedele & Fortunio arme in arme.
Pedante.
With a good wil Sir, thats the thing I desire,
But if I meet not Attilia, the fat is in the fier.
For my Maisters sake, I began to loue her in iest,
And may chaunce to swallow a Gudgion in earnest.
For loue is a Fox, he beginneth at first by dalliance and play:
Then encreaseth his gettings euery day.
Enter Attilia.
Oh deus adiunxit nostris sua numina votis.
Beholde I beseech you my delicate Mistris.
Somewhat hanges in the winde, that makes her to lower,
What ayle you sweete hearte why looke you so sower?

Attilia.
My mistresse weepes.

Pedante.
Heighe ho, whats the cause?

Attilia.
She bade me seeke a friend of hers, with whom I can not meete,

Pedante.
Apply warme clothes to her stomacke, and looke that she take no colde of her feete.

Attilia.
Are you a Phisition?

Pedante.
I forsooth for a woman.

Attilia.
So me thought by the talke, that before you did moue,
I pray Sir, what was it you sayde of loue.

Pedante.
Est Deus in nobis agitante calescimus illo.
I dare not tell you the meaning, lest I make your cheekes gloe.
But if it be true that the Poet doeth sing,
He is not a man that feeles not loues sting.
I will be in loue as soone as I can,
Because I would haue euery body count me a man.

Attilia.
I heard a tale of Florio, not scarse three or foure dayes paste,
And Biancofiore whose sweete loue was hony to my taste.

Pedante.
Is loue so delitious,

Attilia.
It is, I assure ye,

Pedante.
Then I am in loue,

Attilia.
With whome I pray thee.

Pedante.
With thee my delight,

Attlia.
I am sorie, you take not your marke aright.
Stande backe Pedante thou presumste, I am not as you deeme,
So quickly wonne, my name and honour lightly to esteeme.

Pedante.
Discourtesie killes me.

Proffer to embrace her.
Attilia.
Away when I bid yee.

Pedante.
Ah,

Here let him counterfaite the passion of loue by lookes and iesture.
Attilia.
Shewe all the passions that you can, yet will not I be wonne,
To serue you as a friend of mine to one of late hath done.
For louing one, as might be you, order to him she gaue,
In beggers weede to come to the doore, an almes of her to craue.
And so he did, she let him in, but what was his rewarde,
I cannot tell, hearing the tale I did not it regarde.
I gesse they drunke a posset when her mistresse was a sleepe,
Come not you so to me, our doores I purpose fast to keepe.

Pedante.
Dauus sum non Aedipus, in parables now she begins to flow,
I may chance to trye whether I shalbe welcome or no.
Farewell mistresse Attilia, I am to proude my selfe vnto begging to frame,

Exit.
Attilia.
So continue leste at laste you repent the same.
Now he is gone, Crackstone the captaine I must finde,
And to bring him to my mistresse straight to vnderstād her minde.
Long hath he sued to be her slaue, now must he shew the same,
And set himselfe against Fedele to remoue her shame.
Enter Crack-st
Good lucke, he comes.

Crack-st.
Nay looke for no more Lattin now my gowne is gone,
My learning with my reparrell goes off and on.
I would I could meete with master Pedayntrye,
To knowe what his maister saith to the chauntrye.
I beleeue it is as heauy as lead to reieste,
And therefore while time serues me to take the same I were best.
Nowe will I to winne mistresse Victoria take some payne,
While she is quite out of fauour with them twayne.
Yonders her mayde, I'le salute her by and bye,
Mistresse alice title tatle, well met of mine honestie.
How doeth your mistresse.

Attilia.
As well as she may,
And very desirous to speake with you to day.

Crack-st.
What would she?

Attilia.
I knowe not.

Crack-st
Doe you speake as you thinke?

Attilia.
I haue no cause Sir from the trueth to shrinke.

Crack-st
I knowe not what I should say, for she doeth me iniurie,
That regardeth no more my seruice and brauerie.

Attilia.
Oh say not so Sir:

Crack-
Why am I not braue?

Attilia.
Yes indeed, and a propperer man she can neuer haue.

Crack-st.
I will not sticke for her sake to pull Iuniper and all the gods frō the skye,
If I may see that my portnance doth please her eye.
Euery woman that on earth at this day doth liue,
Is more beholding to me, then to her parents that life vnto her did giue.

Attilia.
Why Sir?

Crack-st
They gaue them life that passeth away,
And I giue them ioyes that neuer decay.

Attilia.
How proue you that?

Crack-st.
I am so terrebinthinall and play such reakes when I come to the feeld:
That mine enemies choose rather to murder them selues then to yeeld.
Wherby their Damned soules haue so pestered all hell:
That ther's no roome left for women to dwell.
Thus being thrust out of the place that is theirs by right:
They are constraind into heauen to take their flight.

Attilia.
I confes that this benefit is so great,
That my tung is not able your praise to repeat.

Crack-st.
Besides that, I haue as good luck as any man of my sise,
To finde fauour and freendship in Gentlewomens eyes.
I thank them they flout me to my face, when no other they mock,
This was my fathers craft, for he euer made my Mother to wrap mee in her smocke.
Giue me good luck and throw mee into the Seas,
Where women take a pitch, it is easy to please.

Attilia.
Truth Sir, but will you goe too my Mistres with mee,

Crack-st.
With an almond hart my girle I wil follow thee.

Exeunt.
The second Act beeing ended, the Consorte soundeth again.