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scaena 4.
enter Thomazo; Blinko, & Richardetto:Rich.
Never had any man that wretched life,
that I have with this chip, this senslesse block
this dull Boetian sot, this Sybarite.
If that my stipend be not well encreasd
unto my liking; Ile let off my haggard
to the loose winds.
Blink.
I thought the Taske would prove to hard, he gave
his mind soe much to playing.—
Ric.
he has noe smack in anything but skipping
& plaing all the day. any whimsy or foolish toy
he hath it quicker then simonides
that wrote the art of memory: but tel him
of any parcell of the Sciences
and then he droopes, & whines; & lookes as though
he were the issue of another world.
Blink.
but will noe feare of your correction
keepe in his untamd spirits?
Ric.
Not the feare
of phalaris his bull, nor of the rod
the Tyrant Dionysius once did use
when he from a prince became a Scoolmaster
can terrify his genius: surely I suppose
his ancestours were slaves unto some bakers
and were so usd to stripes; that this their issue
rejoiceth in his sufferings, as if he would
be a martyr of the wards.—Exeunt
away Thomazo, for this time you may
walke halfe an houre.—
manet Thomaso
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turned into a phrensy? can there be
(& yet you heard there was, I know there is)
such an enemy of Nature? in this mewe
am I copt up full 12 houres of the day
to learne in these my tender yeeres, the harsh
& crabbed latin whimsies of syntaxis.
already 'fore the age of 7n; I have
gone through halfe my grammar; an con'd over
the rules of cato, & the foolish apolouges
of crookt-backt Aesop: yet for all these paines
which break my tender sleepe's, the rod is alwaies
my terrible attendant. am I barr'd
from all accesse; this 'tis to be a ward.
Exit.
enter Mr Hodgefeild, Claribell, Simple, Saena, Mr Grumchine, lady Wastfull, & Thomaso.
Hodgef.
Now (dearest wife) let all the spite of fortune
rage what it can against us; we are safe.
The firme laid ceremonies we have enterchang'd
can be noe more oreturn'd; then can the vast
& firmelaid center of the massy globe.
Clarib.
pray hymen, they be peaceable. the torch
that did illumine, our fast-plighted troth
dazled, at our connection.—
Saena.
twas a happy
& blessed onion; & did wel portend
your joies should soone begin: but never end.
but see the Ladie Wastfull & some strangers
are moving towards us.—
Claribell.
they have been saluting
the god of procreation. oh my heart.
Simp.
feare nothing Lady. still the more, the merryer.
Hodg.
let me alone to make your just excuse.
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save your faire daughter Claribell; how now
with your old bravo, signieur Toby Hodgefeild?
why then my mind misgives—.
Hodge.
yes (Lady Wastfull) beautious Claribell
is now with her new bravo, trusty Hodge.
I am her husband; what just claime can any.
make to my wife? by jove if any stirre
& doe the least affront to Claribell,
or give us a distaste but in a looke
Tis not their sexe nor age, nor education,
shall gaine their freedome from a swift revenge.
come Brother Grumchine, let us enterchange
our loving palmes; you woo'd both in a cloud,
but now are in a net. retibus impliciti, nudus
uterque iacet.
Lady.
well Claribell, that found mee! subtle girle.
we both are mated now; & for this time
the husbands fury, & my owne good nature
orepasses this swift part of Insolence.
all is as well, as our owne hearts can make it.
Hod.
your servant (dearest madam) may I never
taste otherwise, of your most kind affections.
Clar.
& it shall be my sole endeavour madam,
still to be yours; for to make this act
appeare without a blemish.
Mr Grumchin.
worthy gentlemen,
& bucksome Ladies; synce it is my fortune
to beare a part in this solemnity,
for my sake let, all your distastes be calmd
& hymen beare, a light & blazing torch
without offence before, these times of Joy.
Thomazo shall have liberty, this day
and please his fancy, let not any heare
at such meeting once distill a teare.
or shew distasteful lookes: but at these bands
of holy wedlock, let all shake their hands.
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