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Scena secunda.
Abyssus at one Gelasimus Pseudocheus Pædio at another dore:Abys:
Why stay'd you thus? the gold is all ready
Gela:
Right worshippefull Abyssus bee content
I spent this whole day with the Notary
This paper doth confirme to thee my lands
Here take it. I'le goe & finde farre better
'Mong th'Antipodes.
Pseud:
There the earthe brings forth
Among the wheate eares of gold & siluer
Abys:
I wante my spectacles, reade it Gelasimus.
Gela:
Bee it knowen vnto all men by these presents that I Gelasimus of the
Golden hill gentleman sonne & heire of Rubicunde of the Ilands lately
deceased haue graunted bargayned & solde to Abyssus Citizen of Athenes
in the parish of Ribalde a thousand acres of lande with the appurtenances
all goods & chattells moueable & im̄oueable aliue & deade of kinde and
condicion whatsoeuer, in the possession of any whosoeuer in any place
wheresoeuer. Which bargayne & sale I Gelasimus will warrantize to
the aforesaid Abyssus his heyres & assignes agaynst all nations for
euer by these presents. In witnes hereof I haue hereunto set my hande
& seale the. and in the one thousand sixty ninthe Olympiade.
Abys:
Tis well: an olde birde is not caught with chaffe
Hee that will cheate mee must arise betimes
Aside
Here take this gold I will possesse thy lands
And Mannor houses.
Tim:
What's this? hee alsoe sell his heritage?
More worthy farre o Ioue of pouertie
That let him feele, & beare mee companie
Gela:
Thou Pseudocheus shalt the one halfe beare
And I the other.
Pseud:
Com̄itte the whole to mee I'le not impose
Soe greate a burthen on thee.
Gelasimus giues him the gold.
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What shall wee trauayle through that citty, where
The candles walke & cattes play on the fiddle?
How I desire to see such pretty sights
Pseud:
ffarewell farewell happy bee thy voyage
Ile goe take possession of my lands
Exit Abyssus.
Gela:
ffarewell most bright Abyssus the next monthe
Ile sende thee letters from th'Antipodes
Pædio?
Pæd:
what mr?
Gela:
Goe fetche the taylor to prepare new clothes
ffor this my iourney, thou maist alsoe bidde
The Barbor come that hee with his razor
Shaue of th'exorbitant haires of my bearde.
Pseud:
You neede noe Barbor, bearded men are there
More amiable.
Gela:
I'st soe?
Buy mee some hony to anoynte my cheekes
To make my bearde grow to perfection
Enter Blatte.
Pseud:
Peace, peace here comes Lollios Hecuba.
Blat:
Saue yee youngmen, may all youthly things
Bee safe & sound: thou art Gelasimus
Vnles my eies deceaue my sight:
Gela:
I am
What wouldst thou haue with mee? I know thee well
Speake boldely faire & fearefull Hecuba
I feare leaste shee prouoke mee vnto fight
Aside
In Callimelas name, speake out I say
Blat:
You well doe knowe the frailtie of our sexe.
Gela:
By Ioue I will not fight 'fore I am vrg'd
This openly I tell thee
Blat:
Affections soone stirre vp in our breasts
Gela:
I feare the euente.
Aside.
Blat:
This I doe knowe who when I was a girle
ffelt what the vowes of youngmen could prevayle
With flat'tring tongues: Callimela therefore.
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And what of Callimele? what will shee doe?
Blat:
Shee doth beseeche thee to renewe thy sute
And with the bellowes of affection
Blowe vp the Cynders of thy former loue.
And to forgette all wrongs.
Gela:
Doth shee loue mee?
Blat:
I knowe shee dothe & that not vulgarly
Gela:
I will consider of it with my selfe.
Tim:
O woman more inconstant than the winde
The wether, fethers or Ioues thunderbolt
Thou heretofore didst shew mee a faire face
And now by turnes dost varry with the time.
Gela:
It is decreed: I verily doe grieue
That I am called elswhere by the fates
My loue is gone beyonde the seas: where I
Must bee espoused to a Princely maide
But least shee wholy should consume through griefe
Melte into teares, I'le breathe to her one kisse
Before I goe a shippeboarde.
Blat:
Thou truly art a kinde youngman, & dost
What doth befitte thee.
Pseud:
What oxe is this that lieth on the ground?
Tim:
What's that to thee?
Gela:
Rise, arise.
Tim:
I will not
Gela:
Art thou a foole?
Tim:
But art thou wise?
Gela:
farewell.
Tim:
Bee hang'd.
Gela:
Ha ha he how concisely the rogue speakes.
Blat:
Ti's Timon doe yee not knowe him?
Gela:
That were a thinge indeede ridiculous
To knowe a man that's poore: Sirrah take heede
Least that thou catche a coughe. heare you Sirrah?
The ground's to colde a bed to lie vppon.
Tim:
Nothing.
Gela:
Thy hearing therefore is not good
Tim:
And yet I am not deafe.
Gela:
What's this?
Tim:
Somethinge
Gela:
What's this something?
Tim:
Nothing (I say) nothing
All things are made nothing.
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Thou bee a sonne in law vnto a Kinge?
And yet vouchsafe to talke with such a one
Hee hath not wherewith to buy a haltar
Tim:
Soe thou abhominable father of lies
what mighty spoiles & triumphes thou hast gain'd?
Thus to despise a wretche in misery.
Blat:
Why stay you thus Gelasimus to sende
By mee the kisse you promis'd Callimele.
Goe yee into the house.
Gela:
Goe thou before
Olde age is reuerent weele follow thee.
Blat:
That's kindely done to putte mee in before
A kisse & that together will doe well.
Exeunt.
Tim.
Greate Ioue confounde yee.
Pseud:
Barke not so thou dogge.
Tim:
Thou nature take from mee this humane shape
And mee transforme into a dire serpent
Or griesly Lyon, such a one as yet
Nere Lybia or Affrica hath seene
Or els into a Crocodile or bore
What not? or with my Basiliscan eies
May I kill all I see, that at the length
These base ingratefull persons may descende
The pitte of hell. thus would I bee reueng'd.
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