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Scena Tertia.
Enter Lorece, and Vandona.Lor.
Sweet Mistris, your bounty will become
An envy unto future times.
Van.
So let your love Sir.
Lor.
But speak (my Dear) what happy day shall give
A fair conclusion unto all my wishes?
Van.
What haste good servant?
Enter Jaques.
Lor.
Nay be not angry Sweet.
Ia.
Madam (and please you) your own good servants
desire to shew your Worships some pretty
pastime.
It pleases us well: when begins it?
Iaq.
Eene presently; Ile goe and tell them all what
a good woman you are.
Lor.
This is not usual with you?
Van.
Indeed Servant so seldom, that I remember
not the like:
Been a niggard of it, and help to make it out.
Lor.
You are too good.
Van.
So you can never be.
Lor.
And yet I will not fail to do my best.
Van.
I pray you do not (dear Lorece) for tis a good
resolution.
Enter Clownish Maskers.
Lor.
I see we shall have some odde thing.
Van.
I wish Sir it may prove worthy your laughter.
Lor.
My fair Vandona, I believe you will have your desire.
Van.
Iaques is among them: he may move you.
Iaq.
Which we Actors do hope will content you:
If not, when it ends let us all part friends,
And of your attention go in and repent you.
Lor.
To my content honest Iaques.
Van.
I'me glad you like it.
Come Hymen, thou fellow that always wear'st yellow,
Draw near in thy Frock of Saffron;
Once more I say appear before this gentleman here,
And this Lady in the white apron.
If the boy thou dost bring hath a voice fit to sing,
Lets have a merry new Ballet:
Begin thou the Song, and it will not be long
(We hope) before he will follow't.
A Song.
Hymen.
Say, Boy, who are fit to be
Ioyn'd into an unity?
Boy.
They that will permit their wives
To live pleasant quiet lives,
And will never entertain
Thoughts of jealousie, if vain.
Hym.
Now Boy let this couple hear
What should be the womans care.
Boy.
A wife should be secret, true,
Most obedient, and no shrew;
Should obey her husbands will,
While therein she finds no ill.
Omnes.
Such a Wife and husband too
We do wish both him and you.
Lor.
Prithee Sweet lets be married this afternoon,
and this shall be our Epithalamion.
Stay my leisure good servant: t'will not be long.
Iaq.
Now if you please to cast a glance Hither, ye
shall see us dance:
Fidlers play, begin and strike: What ye see do not
dislike.
They dance.
Lor.
What a mad toy tis Mistris!
Van.
Iaques! this day use my wine-cellar, you and
your company
Hym.
Her Ladyship sayes well: Good now ho lets
go thither,
Iaq.
Goodman Wedlock, where was your mind
marle? Is there not a piece behind yet? Ile not
budge a foot till I have discharg'd it.
Hym.
Out with it then.
Iaq.
Mr. Marriage, put me not out with your grining:
for an you do all's spoil'd.
What our Mask and performance hath been:
If you like both tis well; and if but one,
Of the other wood we had done none.
For clapping of hands we care not two chips;
We are satisfied if you joyn your lips.
Lor.
I thank you all.
Van.
And so do I: you now may go.
Iaq.
And so we must, for I ha done. All's done: this
last (what do you call,) was the full end of it.
Hym.
Why go we not?
I am very dry with singing and dancing.
Iaq.
Follow me to the wine-cellar.
Exeunt Maskers.
Van.
You must keep your promise: you are expected
by this.
Lor.
Lady, I kiss your hand: This is my vale as
often as I come.
Ile seal my welcome on your lips. Farewell widow.
Van.
Remember my service to your brother.
Lor.
Command me any thing.
Exeunt Ambo.
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