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Snarle, Philautus.Snarle.
Stay heere a little, they are gone to Church,
And will returne in couples. First, Trimalchio,
That Gyant in conceit, thinkes he is matcht
To some great heire, but shall imbrace a cloud
In stead of Iuno. Then her waiting woman,
Her Iris, reflects vpon Capritio,
And for my piece of fragmentary Courtship,
My Miscellany Gentleman, 'tis his lot
To bee cast vpon Quartilla with Agurtes
In his old Iusticeship. All these march together,
Like the seuen deadly sinnes, and behind them,
Comes Antolicus, the clarke of the company.
Enter Agurtes like a Iustice. Trimalchio, Millescent. Miscellanio, Quartilla, Capritio, Margery, Antolicus like a Clarke.
Antol.
Looke you sir, here they come.
Trim.
Make roome, me thinkes
You should not stop the course of Iustice so.
My Lord Philautus, you are welcome from
The Warres, and I from the Church. I wonder
Who makes the better returne, you haue got
Honour, and so haue I. But wher's your wealth?
I can imbrace fiue thousand pounds, a yeere.
That's nothing with you, I haue no more wit,
Then to be pi'd by pimpes, and marry whoores,
Yet I meane shortly to ranke with your honour.
Here is my warrant, I haue promisd her,
To make her a Countesse, but thats nothing with you,
Nay, more then this, I can goe on, and leaue
Some aduancement: behind me. Ecce signum,
Tis well, I am glad of your happinesse;
And much ioy to my brother Capritio,
And his faire spouse.
Capri.
She is according to
My hearts desire, sir.
Snarle.
Well, a word with you,
Master Trimalchio, and the rest.
Trim.
What say you?
Snarle.
You were as good know it at first, as at last.
You are not the first, that haue beene deceiued.
Trim.
In what? my wife? I married her for a mayd.
And whether she be one, or no, I care not.
Snarle.
Nay, should I heare a man that should abuse her
In that, I would defend her with my sword.
But she and you must call this man your father.
Trim.
I so she must, hee gaue her at the Church.
Snarl
Nay, her owne naturall father, flesh and bone,
I hope shee'l not deny it.
Milles.
No indeede, sir.
I would not liue to be so vngracious.
Agur.
I must acknowledge thee my child, or I
Should doe thy mother wrong.
Trim.
I doe not thinke so,
You'l not make me beleeue that I tooke her
For a Lords daughter, and a great heire. Where are
Agurtes and the Captaine to iustifie it?
Is hee your father?
Milles.
He has euer bred mee:
And I haue alwayes cal'd him so. I hope
It is no shame: my parentage is honest.
Trim.
Well, if hee bee, tis no disparagement,
To marry a Iustices daughter.
Snarle.
Come, you haue
Beene carryed hood winkt through this businesse.
Nor is the day yet cleere before you. Marke mee;
I'll open but one lease in all the booke,
And you shall see the whole discouery.
Agurtes and Antolicus pull off there disguises.
Trim.
Who haue we heere? Agurtes
And the Captaine? Was't you that playd the Iustice?
And you his clarke?
Snarle.
And I the Constable.
Trim.
Then you are a knot of knaues for your labour.
Now I perceiue that I am playnly guld.
Capr.
I am glad ther's no man cheated but himselfe,
Snarle.
Your arrow is one of the same quiuer too.
Trim.
Ile none of her by this light.
Agur.
Why, you may chuse.
And yet I doe not well see, how you can chuse.
She is your wife, and you haue married her,
And must allow her meanes to maintayne her.
You may declare your selfe vnto the world,
And bee laught at: but keepe your owne counsell,
And who needs know of it?
Phil.
Beleeue me sir,
The Gentlewoman is not to be despisde,
Her wit and vertues are dowry sufficient.
Trim.
Nay, if you say so, then must I needs loue her:
But by this hand, I thought you would haue jeer'd me.
Phil.
Hold on your course, march on as you came in,
And rest content, since fate has thought it fit,
To make your fortunes equall with your wit.
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