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Scæna prima.
Enter Hilario.Thinne, Thinne, prouision, I am dieted
Like one set to watch hawkes, and to keepe me waking
My croaking guts make a perpetuall larum,
Heere I stand centinell, and though I fright
Beggers from my ladies gate, in hope to haue
A greater share I find my commons mend not.
I lookt this morning in my glasse the riuer
And there appeard a fish cald a poore Iohn
Cut with a lenten face in my owne likenesse,
And it seemd to speake and say good morrow cousen:
No man comes this way but has a fling at me,
A Chirurgion passing by ask'd at what rate,
I would sell my selfe, I answered for what vse?
To make sayd he a liueing Anatomy
And set thee vp in our hall, for thou art transparent
Without dissection, and indeede he had reason,
For I am scourd with this poore purge to nothing.
They say that hunger dwels in the campe, but till
My Lord returnes, or certaine tidings of him
He will not part with me, but sorrowes drie
And I must drinke howsoeuer.
Guide.
That is her castle
Enter Ubaldo, and Ricardo, Guide.
Vpon my certaine knowledge.
Vbaldo.
Our horses held out
To my desire: I am a fire to be at it.
Ricardo.
Take the iades for thy reward, before I part hence,
I hope to be better carried, giue me the Cabinet.
Soe leaue vs now
Guide.
Good fortune to you Gallants.
Exit Guide.
Being ioynt Agents in a designe of trust to
For the seruice of the Queene, and our owne pleasure,
Let vs proceed with iudgement.
Ricardo.
If I take not
This fort at the first assault, make me an Euenuche,
So I may haue precedence.
Ubaldo.
On no termes.
We are both to play one prize he that workes best
I'the searching this mine shall carry it
Without contention.
Ricardo.
Make you your aproaches
As I directed
Ubaldo.
I need no instruction
I worke not on your anuile, I'll giue fire
With my owne linstocke, if the powder be dancke
The Diuell rend the touch-hole. Who haue we heere?
What skelliton's this?
Ricardo.
A ghost! or the image of famine!
Where doest thou dwell?
Hilario.
Dwell sir? my dwelling is
I'th high way, that goodly house was once
My habitation, but I am banished.
And cannot be cald home 'till newes arriue
Of the good knight Mathias.
Ricardo.
If that will
Restore thee thou art safe
Ubaldo.
We come from him
With presents to his Lady.
Hilario.
But are you sure
Hee is in health?
Ricardo.
Neuer so well, conduct vs
To the lady.
Hilario.
Though a poore snake I will leape
Out of my skine for ioy, breake picher breake,
And wallet late my cubbard I bequeath thee
To the next begger, thou red herring swimme
Knuckle deepe in the flesh potts, and though waking, dreame
Of wine and plenty.
Ricardo.
What's the misery
Of this strange passion?
Hilario.
My belly gentlemen,
Will not geue me leaue to tell you, when I haue brought you
To my ladies presence I am disenchanted,
There you shall shall know all follow if I outstrip you
know I run for my belly.
Ubaldo.
A mad fellow.
Exeunt.
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