Sce. 9.
Stipes. Anteros. Merda. 2 Rusticall Seruants. two Mayds. Fidlers.
1. Rust.
Hy, strike vp braut boyes, hy, for our towne.
Stip.
Hy, for your towne say you? you are a company of lazy,
lubberly knaues, there's the short and the long on't, ho, ho, boyes,
ho, ho boyes? what drabs too? girles too? doxyes too? yee
are a company of slowbackly Queanes, there's
sauce for your celes.
2. Rust.
Come Kate, croude on.
Ant.
O, O, the whole torrent
of all woman kind is broke in vpon mee, what shall I doe?
Mer.
Cuds, cuds, these are Mr. Livelyes men and mayds,
that are come to dance vpon the greene. Pray you Father let
mee daunce with them.
Stip.
You daunce with them? you are a great princockly puplady;
there's mustard for your biefe too, since you will needs haue
it; 'souds I haue beene a wit in my dayes, there's some reliques
left yet, goe to, goe to.
1. Mayd.
Oh Stipes! I pray you let
your daughter daunce with vs a little.
Stip.
Daunce with you? pray you vpsolue me this question,
what holy day is this? Latter Lammas? or St. Ginnyes Even?
Rust. 1.
Come on braue Sheepheard, our Master has given
vs leaue to trip it for an hower, or two, I'faith we haue had
a wedding at our house to day.
Stip.
A wedding? a wedding?
what wedding? vpsolue mee that question.
1. Rust.
Betweene a gentleman and a gentlewoman, but
what care wee what they bee.
2. Mayd.
Come on old Grummelseedes, what must we stand
thrumming of caps all day, vvaiting on your graue ignorance?
by the faith of my body, either let your daughter daunce vvith
vs, or I'le make your old bones rattle in your skin, I'le lead you
a Coranto i'faith.
Ant.
An Amazon, by heauens an Amazon,
a Penthiseleia.
Stip.
I, I by'r Lady? are you avis'd of that?
Mer.
Pray you forsooth, good-hony-sweete-plumpudding
father, vvee'l haue but one spirt I'faith lavv; Sellengers round in
sippits, or put on thy smocke on munday.
1 Rust.
But what flap-mouth'd fellow's that behind the tree
there?
Ant.
Now comes my Cue.
Stip.
Who he? another
gates fellow then you take him for, goe to, goe to, it is my
man I tell you.
2. Rust.
But can hee daunce?
Stip.
Oh in print, he trips it like a fayry. Ieoffrey. Hy, hy, how
now? what? tricks? how now?
2. Mayd.
How now
young man? what so modest? come on, take mee by th'hand.
Mer.
Take mee Ieoffry. I'le daunce with our Ieoffry, or else I
won't dance at all, no I won't, law you now.
Ant.
I can't dance.
Stip.
Hee's a lying knaue, I saw him my selfe; to him, to
to him, frolick it nimbly whilst I come back; because 'tis his first
day he shall haue leaue, my daughter too, for halfe an houre, no
more. Go to, go to.
Exit Stipes.
