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Scena Quinta.

Furfante, Cicco.
Cic.
Arabella not come home, and night!

Eur.
When is't other with him? the Sun
Is half an hour high Sir.

Cic.
Yes, yes, I think it be.

he peeps up towards the sky.
Fur.
He peakes into the Element
Like an Astrologer, that picks out
Good Stars for others, and unlucky ones
For himself.

Cic.
No, no, the Sun is not so high.

Fur.
You might swear it, cou'd you see the Candles.

Cic.
'Tis just a quarter high, or there about.

Fur.
You are more than three quarters blind.

Cic.
But that's Night in a manner.

Fur.
Blindness is alwayes Night in a manner,

Cic.
What's that you say Sirrah of good Manners?

Fur.
Not I Sir, I had never any to talk of.

Cic.
Nay, you're a sawcy Knave, did Arabella
Take any body with her?

Fur.
No Sir, she was loth to promote the Cook-maid,
And my Livery was sick of a Rupture.

Cic.
Did she say nothing?

Fur.
She were not a Woman then; she told me all
Her Wedding Intrigues, but her tongue went
So merrily, and my memory was such a Jade
We cou'd not keep pace.

Cic.
If she be gone about her marriage necessaries
She won't be long, come let's about her
Preparations here at home.

Fur.
We are like to have wonderful doings, and much
Sobriety; our Wine will come up in Physical
Viols, and we shall drink it out of Acorns.

Cic.
Are the provisions come?

Fur.
Yes Sir, Coleworts in abundance, Lettice, Anchovies,
And Mushroomes, the Feast will make a rare
Grand Salade.

Cic.
No flesh Varlet?

Fur.
A pair of Pidgeons, half a dozen of Larks, a
Monstrous Quaile, and as much Butchers meat
As a pair of Mice yoak'd to a Peascod can
Conveniently draw.

Cic.
You think y'are in England to clog your stomach
With Buttock Beef.

Fur.
Wou'd mine were a Porter, upon condition
It bore no worse a burther.

Cic.
Be content Rascal, thou shalt surfeit on
Macharoni, and Vermicelli.

Fur.
A Pox of your Minestras, give me Beef.

[Exeunt.