Scen. 5.
Enter Graculus.
Grac.
I am a rogue and deserve hanging for betraying my
poor Mistresse: She's tossed and tumbled by this time: Let me
see.
Sat.
Oh!
Grac.
Thats not her voyce, ha! the Goats! the Satyrs!
Where's my Mistresse, he has not eaten her I hope.
Sat.
Help me I am wounded.
Grac.
And if I did think so, I would be more familiar.
Sat.
I cannot goe, help I shall bleed to death.
Grac.
He's almost kild. First my letcherous friend
Where 's my Mistresse?
Sat.
She was rescu'd by a man has almost slaine me.
Grac.
Now I have a great minde to kill him outright, however
I will dominere
Where's your hurt?
Sat.
Here, oh! thou dost paine me.
Grac.
Would you have a Surgeon; you shall be hang'd
first.
Sat.
Sweet friend assist me.
Grac.
Now I will make amends for all, and carry this Satyre
home to our house, where we will whip him twice a day; and after
the maides have gelded him, I will hang up in our chimney to
dry for bacon. Sirrah you are no rascall, you deserve not to be
firk'd and jerk'd and yerk'd: my dogg a mountaine, you are
wilde, I'le tame you now I think on't, what if I cut out his eyes
and then shew him upon market dayes to the Aradians where every
man and maide will give money to have a lash at him like a
blinde Beare. What doe you think of a wench you pestiferous
goat, you must be rutting, and no flesh serve you but my Mistriss,
come I'le bring you to them shall coole your liver.
Sat.
Gently, oh gently, gentle Shepheard oh I shall dye.
Grac.
Not till we'ave done, you must have your carnallity, I
was pincht and trod on, you dogs face, does your abominable
worship remember? and threatn'd on perill of my life to pimpe for
your bestiality, well there is no remedy you shall upon my back
to the house of correction.
Sat.
Deare friend use mercy, I repent.
Grac.
Friend and mercy, Yes I will be your friend to help you
to a dog whip, and mercy in abundance
I say.
As Graculus is taking
him up, the Satyre takes
him in his armes and carries
him away.
Grac.
Oh Mr. Satyre
Gentile Mr. Goat, I did but jest.
Sat.
You shall be hang'd in earnest.
Grac.
Help, a Rape, Mudrer, Fellony, Oh! I am undone
I shall be eaten up alive.
Exit.
