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Scæna Tertia.
Enter Onos, Unckle, and Tutor.Unc.
Nay Nephew.
Tut.
Pupill, heare but reason.
On.
No, I have none, and will heare none; oh my honor,
My honour blasted in the bud, my youth,
My hopefull youth, and all my expectation
Ever to be a man are lost for ever.
Unc.
Why Nephew, we as well as you are dub'd
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Tut.
And are shouted at,
Kick'd, scorn'd, and laugh'd at by each Page and Groome,
Yet with erected heads we beare it.
Onos.
Alas,
You have yeares, and strength to doe it; but were you
(As I) a tender grisle, apt to bow,
You would like me with Cloakes envelloped,
Walke thus, then stamp, then stare.
Unc.
He will run mad
I hope, and then all's mine.
Tut.
Why looke you Pupill,
There are for the recovery of your honour
Degrees of Medicines, for a tweak by the Nose
A man's to travell but fixe moneths, then blow it
And all is well againe: the Bastinado
Requires a longer time, a yeare or two,
And then 'tis buried: I grant you have been bafful'd,
'Tis but a journey of some thirty yeares
And it will be forgotten.
Onos.
Thinke you so?
Tut.
Assuredly.
Unc.
He may make a shorter cut,
But hange, or drowne himselfe, and on my life
'Twill no more trouble him.
Onos.
I could ne're endure
Or Hemp or Water, they are dangerous tooles
For youth to deale with: I will rather follow
My Tutors counsell.
Tut.
Do so.
Onos.
And put in
For my security, that ile not returne
In thirty yeares, my whole state to my Unckle.
Unc.
That I like well of.
On.
Still provided Unckle,
That at my comming home you will allow me
To be of age, that I may call to accompt
This Page, that hath abus'd me.
Unc.
'Tis a march.
On.
Then Corinth, thus the bashfull Lamprias
Takes leave of thee: and for this little time
Of thirty yeares will labour all he can,
Though he goes yong forth, to come home a man.
Exeu.
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