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Scæne 4.
Enter Archas and a Servant.Ar.
'Tis strange
To me to see the Court, and welcome:
O royall place, how have I lov'd and serv'd thee?
Who lies on this side, know'st thou?
Ser.
The Lord Burris.
Ar.
Thou hast nam'd a gentleman
I stand much bound to.
I think he sent the Casket sir?
Ser.
The same Sir.
Ar.
An honest minded man, a noble Courtier:
The Duke made perfect choice when he took him.
Goe you home, I shall hit the way
Without a guide now.
Ser.
You may want something sir.
Ar.
Onely my horses,
Which after Supper let the Groom wait with:
Ile have no more attendance here.
Ser.
Your will sir?
Exit.
Enter Theodore.
Theod.
You are well met here sir.
Ar.
How now boy,
How do'st thou?
The.
I should aske
You that question: how doe you sir?
How doe you feele your selfe?
Ar.
Why well, and lustie.
The.
What doe you here then?
Ar.
Why I am sent for
To Supper with the Duke.
The.
Have you no meat at home?
Or doe you long to feed as hunted Deere doe,
In doubt and feare?
Ar.
I have an excellent stomach,
And can I use it better
Then among my friends boy?
How doe the wenches?
The.
They doe well enough sir,
They know the worst by this time: pray be rul'd sir,
Goe home againe, and if ye have a Supper
Eate it in quiet there: this is no place for ye,
Especially at this time,
Take my word for't.
Ar.
May be they'll drink hard;
I could have drunk my share Boy.
Though I am old, I will not out.
The.
I hope you will.
Hark in your eare: the Court's
Too quick of hearing.
Ar.
Not mean me wel?
Thou art abus'd and cozen'd.
Away, away.
The.
To that end sir I tell ye.
Away, if ye love your selfe.
Ar.
Who dare doe these things,
That ever heard of honesty?
The.
Old Gntleman,
Take a fooles counsell.
Ar.
'Tis a fooles indeed;
A very fooles: thou hast more of
These flams in thee, these musty doubts:
Is't fit the Duke send for me,
And honour me to eate within his presence,
And I, like a tal fellow, play at bo-peep
With his pleasure?
The.
Take heed
Of bo-peep with your pate, your pate sir,
I speak plain language now.
Ar.
If 'twere not here,
Where reverence bids me hold,
I would so swinge thee, thou rude,
Unmanner'd knave; take from his bounty,
His honour that he gives me, to beget
Sawcy, and sullen feares?
The.
You are not mad sure:
By this faire light, I speak
But what is whisper'd,
And whisper'd for a truth.
Ar.
A dog: drunken people,
That in their Pot see visions,
And turne states, mad-men and children:
Prethee doe not follow me;
I tell thee I am angrie:
Doe not follow me.
The.
I am as angrie
As you for your heart.
I and as wilfull too: goe, like a Wood-cock,
And thrust your neck ith' noose.
Ar.
Ile kill thee.
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Doe not follow me.
Exit.
The.
A strange old foolish fellow: I shall heare yet,
And if I doe not my part hisse at me.
Exit.
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