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Scæne 4.
Enter Theodore, Putskey, and Ancient.Put.
The Duke gone thither, doe you say?
The.
Yes marry doe I,
And all the ducklings too: but what they'l doe there.—
Put.
I hope they'l crowne his service.
The.
With a Custard;
This is no weather for rewards; they crowne his service?
Rather, they goe to shave his crowne: I was rated,
As if I had been a dog had worried sheep, out of doores,
For making but a doubt.
Put.
They must now grace him.
The.
Marke but the end.
Anc.
I am sure they should reward him, they cannot want him
The.
They that want honesty, want any thing.
Put.
The Duke is so noble in his owne thoughts.
The.
That I grant ye,
If those might only sway him: but 'tis most certaine,
So many new borne slyes, his light gave life too,
Buzze in his beames, flesh flies, and Butterflies,
Hornets, and humming Scarrabs, that not one honey Bee
That's loden with true labour, and brings home
Encrease, and credit, can scape risting,
And what she sucks for sweet, they turne to bitternesse.
An.
Shall we go see what they do & talke our minds to 'em?
P.
That we have done too much, & to no purpose.
Anc.
Shall we be hang'd for him?
I have a great mind to be hangd now
For doing some brave thing for him; a worse end will take me
And for an action of no worth; not honour him?
Upon my conscience even the devill, the very devill
(Not to belye him) thinkes him an honest man,
I am sure he has sent him soules any times these twenty yeares,
Able to furnish all his fishmarket.
The.
Leave thy talking
And come, let's go to dinner and drinke to him,
We shall heare more ere supper time: if he be honour'd,
He has deserv'd it well, and we shall fight for't:
If he be ruin'd so, we know the worst then,
And for my selfe I'le meet it.
Put.
I ne're feare it.
Exeunt.
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