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SCEN. III.
Enter Fungoso, Zisco running after him.Zis.
—Hell, and furies!—
(kickes him, & exit.
Fun.
Oh! oh! oh!
A Moore! a divell! a meere divell! his very lookes spake him
so, but for his club-foote, his damnable club-foote, (Asse that
I was not to see it, I'me sure I feele it now,) 'tis an infallible
signe: This damn'd Divell did I bring to Court, and preferr'd
him; but I'me serv'd well enough, he that doe's the Divell a
good turne shall be sure to bee thus rewarded. If I should
chance to die a sinner (as 'tis ten to one but I shall,) hee'le
know mee againe, for I shall carry his markes to my grave:
because my Lord Ursini was pleas'd to exchange some few
words with him in private, he grew so insolent, that I going
me in'th open Court.
Enter Cassio, and Gratti whispering
'Twas my Lord Ursini's command.
Fun.
And looks, as if he would, have spet fire; but had I not
knowne him to be a divell indeed, I'de spet fire with him.
Grut.
How? so hot Signiour?
Cassi.
Men in anger may do any thing.
Fung.
Any thing? with your leave Sir,
And you're a foole, and an asse.—
Gives him a boxe on th'eare.
Cass.
Do'e find it so by my eares?—
And I'le try what you are—
Grut.
Draw i'th Court? I must see the peace kept.
Fung.
Gentlemen, you know I'me passionate, cholericke,
somewhat cholericke.
Cass.
And I intend to physicke you for't; here's that will
allay your heat.
Grut.
'Tis downe already.
Cassio puts up his sword.
Fun.
I won't be jeer'd.
Grut.
Wee intend no abuse, Signiour, wee onely came to
gratulate your good fortune, you are turn'd favourite of late.
Fung.
It has pleas'd his Majesty to take some small notice
of mee.
Grut.
Yes, and the Ladies speake high, & gloriously of you.
Fung.
Of mee?
Cass.
You could not but observe it as you walk't the streets:
you are the onely object they gaze at.
Fung.
In troth I did not thinke—
Grut.
Come you are modest now.
Cass.
Who was't you bless't to'ther day with a favour?
Fung.
I give a favour?
Grut.
Why man? you meant it should be seene.
Fung.
I slip't a point indeed in a Countesses chamber.
Grut.
Slip't a point?
Fun.
Drop't it, drop't it, but t'was not worth the taking up.
Cass.
And yet I've heard her boast it as a speciall gift from
your owne hands.
Indeed I flung it somewhat scornfuly, because shee
was very importunate; troth I was angry, shee would have
none but that.
Grut.
Wer't not for this filthy fretting humour of yours, I
could tell you—
Fung.
What good Grutti?
Grut.
Of a Lady.
Fung.
By my best hopes in love with me, is she not?
Grut.
I'me not so happy as to be acquainted with her intents,
but I have heard her in my Lord Ursini's presence
commend you highly.
Fung.
Prithee who is't?
Grut.
The Lady Charintha.
Fung.
The Lady Charintha; what should I do with her?
she's honest, the onely precise Madame of the Court.
Grut.
They that drop the most beads, may commit the most
sinnes, but wer't not so, you have a kind of tempting presence,
and besides—
Whisper.
Fung.
Oh! I understand you, she's his Lordship's reversion.
Grut.
St, not a word.
Fung.
I'le to her presently.
Exit.
Grut.
This is my Lord Ursini's plot, to slander that Ladies
chastitie.
Cass.
And he has charg'd me, to whisper't about Court, that
he has enjoy'd her.
Grut.
I wonder much, since he seekes her himselfe in marriage,
why hee should thus traduce her.
Cass.
On my conscience she's vertuous.
Grut.
His plots are darke, and mystie, but come, prithee let's
leave this talke, we have state knowledge enough already to
make us melancholy: I'le shew thee a scene of mirth—
Cass.
Where lies it?
Grut.
This Physitian that was sent for hither from the Universitie
to our melancholy Princesse, they say, indures no
musicke, and I've prepar'd a whole confort of these gutscrapers
this morning to salute him; no doubt but hee'le bee
be very bountifull.
If the varlets can make good use of his charity.
Grut.
I wonder much the Court endures him here; he's an
odde humersome fellow.
Cass.
His art priviledges him.
Exeunt.
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