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Scœn. 1.

Enter Ierker and Ieffrey, with a Drawer, by the left Scœne.
Boy.
Anon, anon Sir, by and by.

Ier.
Some more wine Boy. Is Mr. Artlove return'd?

Boy.
Not yet Sir.

Ieffrey.

Poore Gentleman; hee's complaining to the
Moone, or studying the event of his love in the Starres.
Mee thinks I could make a counterfeit expression of his
passions to the life.

Drop from thy Sphære thou silver Ministresse
Of watry light; dance no unequall motions
On thy foure orbes; but quench thy paler fires
In Lovers teares, that all inconstancie
May so be drown'd. I would I were in love Cousin.

Ierk.
Before you are capable of it.

Ieffr.
Why Cousin, is it not defin'd to be youth's folly!
Indeed, all things in Youth are folly.

Ierk.
Not so Coz. all folly may be in Youth:
But many times 'tis mixt with grave discretion,
That tempers it to use; and make's it judgement
Equall if not exceeding that which Palseys
Hath almost shaken into a disease.
But why would you be in love Coz.

Ieffr.

That I might Poetize: you know 'tis the onely
dancing Master to teach the Art of Measures; though I
have knowne Poets scarce able to stand on their feet.

Ierk.
Then you would write Satyres Coz?

Ieffr.

'Tis your dancing conceit. But the Grinkums
Cousin cleaves not the feete.

Enter Dasher.
Ierk.

Mr. Dasher, this freenesse hath doubled the favor;
vizit us of your owne accord!

Dash.

Gentlemen my selfe, and all that depends on my
selfe, or on any thing that hath dependance on my selfe,
is at your service.

Ieffr.
I should desire your wife then.

Dash.

Sweet young Gentleman, you are the Epitome of
a faire body, and shall command the Commander of my
selfe and family. I will but present a glasse of Greeke
Sacke to the hands of a noble Lord, and returne to serve
you.

Exit.
Ierk.
You have a vertue Sir, I could wish communicated.

Ieffr.
What's that Cousin?

Ierk.
To cozzen Cousin.

Ieffr.
And would you learne it?

Ierk.

The Theorie, but not the Practicke. I converse
much in Tavernes; and the use should onely be a thrifty
prevention.

Ieffr.

As my observation hath taught me somthing in a
baudy house, where they cannot change money.

Enter Dasher.
Dash.

Now Gentlemen dispose of your seruant.

Ierk.

Indeed Mr. Dasher our Wine's naught.

Dash.

How! naught! who drew it? name but your
drawer; he is punish't whilst you pronounce it. I'le not
keepe an offensive mouse that eats the crums under my table,
but shall pay his life to doe you service.

Exit.
Ieffr.

Why Cousin, the Wine's good.

Ierk.

I onely gave him matter for a complement.

Ieffr.

'Tis pitty to abuse him that is so apt to abuse himselfe.
But what doe you muse on Cousin?

Ierk.

I am studdying a conceited health.

Ieffr.

Why to the long standing of Banbury May-pole.

Ierk.

No Puritan will pledge that.

Ieffr.

Yes, the Good-wives: they'l finde dancing a
more wholsome exercise for the body, then some of their
Doctrines for the Soule.