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Scæna Sexta.

Enter a School-master 4. Countrymen: and Baum. 2. or 3. wenches, with a Taborer.
Sch,

Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye?
have my Rudiments bin labour'd so long with ye? milk'd unto
ye, and, by a figure, even the very plumbroth & marrow of
my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry where,
and how, & wherefore? you most course freeze capacities, ye
jave Judgements, have I said thus let be, and there let be,
and then let be, and no man understand me, proh deum,
medius fidius, ye are all dunces: For why here stand I. Here
the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the
Duke appears, I meet him, and unto him I utter learned
things, and many figures, he hears, and nods, and hums, and
then cries rare, and I goe forward, at length I fling my Cap
up; mark there; then do you as once did Meleager, and the
Bore break comely out before him: like true lovers, cast your
selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace,
and turn Boys.

1.
And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold.

2.
Draw up the Company, Where's the Taboror?

3.
Why Timothy?

Tab.
Here my mad boys, have at ye.

Sch.
But I say where's their woman;

4.
Here's Friz and Maudline.

2.
And little Luce, with the white legs, and bouncing Barbary.

1.
And freckled Nel; that never fail'd her Master.

Sch.
Where be your Ribands maids? swym with your Bodies
And carry it sweetly, and deliverly
And now and then a favor, and a friske.

Nel.
Let us alone Sir.

Sch.
Where's the rest o'th' Musick.

3.
Dispers'd as you commanded.

Sch.
Couple then
And see what's wanting; where's the Bavian?
My friend, carry your tail without offence
Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure
You tumble with audacity, and manhood,
And when you bark doe it with judgement.

Bau.
Yes Sir.

Sch.
Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.

4.
We may goe whistle: all the fat's i'th' sire.

Sch.
We have,
As learned Authors utter, wash'd a Tile,
We have been fatuus, and labour'd vainly.

2.
This is that scornfull peece, that scurvy hilding
That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,
Cicely the Sempsters daughter:
The next gloves that I give her shall be dogs-skin;
Nay and she fail me once, you can tell Arcas,
She swore by wine, and bread, she would not break.

Sch.
An Eeel and woman,
A learned Poet sayes: unles by'th' tail
And with thy teeth thou hold, will either sail,
In manners this was false position.

1.
A fire ill take her; do's she flinch now?

3.
What
Shall we determine Sir?

Sch.
Nothing,
Our business is become a nullity
Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.

4.
Now when the credit of our Town lay on it,
Now to be frampall, now to piss o'th' nettle,
Goe thy ways, I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee.

Enter Iaylor's daughter.
Daughter,
The George alow, came from the South, from
The coast of Barbary a.
And there he met with brave gallants of war
By one, by two, by three, a
Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants,
Chair and stools out.
And whither now are you bound a?
O let me have your company till come to the sound a.
There was three fools, fell out about an howlet:
The one sed it was an owl.
The other he sed nay,
The third he sed it was a hawk, and her bels were cut away.

3.

There's a dainty mad woman Mr. comes i'th' Nick, as
mad as a march Hare; If we can get her dance, we are made
again: I warrant her, she'll do the rarest gambols.

1.
A mad woman? we are made Boys.

Sch.
And are you mad good woman?

Daugh.
I would be sorry else,
Give me your hand.

Sch.
Why?

Daugh.
I can tell your fortune.
You are a fool: tell ten, I have poz'd him: Buz.
Friend you must eat no white bread, if you do
Your teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho?
I know you, y'are a Tinker: Sir, ha Tinker
Stop no more holes, but what you should.

Sch.
Dii boni. A Tinker Damzell?

Daug.
Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now, and let him play.
Quipassa, o'th' bels and bones.

Sch.
Go take her, and fluently persuade her to a peace:
Et opus exegi, quod nec Jouis ira, nec ignis.
Strike up, and lead her in.

2.
Come Lass, lets trip it.

Daugh.
I'll lead.

(Wind Horns:
3.
Doe, doe.

Sch.
Persuasively, and cunningly: away boys,
(Ex. all but Schoolemaster.
I hear the horns: give me some
Meditation, and mark your Cue;
Pallas inspire me.

Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite: and train.
Thes.
This way the Stag took.

Sch.
Stay, and edifie.

Thes.
What have we here?

Per.
Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir.

Thes.
Well Sir, goe forward, we will edifie,
Ladies sit down, we'll stay it.

Sch.
Thou doughtie Duke all hail: all hail sweet Ladies.

Thes.
This is a cold beginning.

Sch.
If you but favor; our Country pastime made is,
We are a few of those collected here
That ruder Tongues distinguish villager,
And to say veritie, and not to fable;
We are a merry rout, or else a rable
Or company, or by a figure, Chorus
That for thy dignitie will dance a Morris.
And I that am the rectifier of all
By title Pedagogus, that let fall
The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones,
And humble with a Ferula the tall ones,
Doe here present this Machine, or this frame
And daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fame
From Dis to Dedalus, from post to pillar
Is blown abroad; help me thy poor well willer,
And with thy twinckling eyes, look right and straight
Upon this mighty Morr—of mickle waight
Is—now comes in, which being glew'd together
Makes Morris, and the cause that we came hither
The body of our sport of no small study
I first appear, though rude, and raw, and muddy,
To speak before thy noble grace, this tenner:
At whose great feet I offer up my penner.
The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright,
The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night
That seek out silent hanging: Then mine Host
And his sat Spouse, that welcomes to their cost.
The gauled Traveller, and with wth a beck'ning
Informes the Tapster to inflame the reck'ning.
Then the beast eating Clown, and next the fool,
The Bavian, with long tail, and eke long tool
Cum multis aliis, that make a dance,
Say I, and all shall presently advance.

Thes.
I, I by any means, dear Domine.

Per.
Produce.
Musick Dance:
Intrate filii, Come forth, and foot it.

Knock for Schoolm. Enter The Dance.
Thes.
Take 20. Domine; how does my sweet heart?

Hip.
Never so pleas'd Sir.

Emil.
'Twas an excellent dance, and for a preface
I never heard a better,

Thes.
School-master, I thank you, One see'em all rewarded.

Per.
And heer's something to paint your Pole withall.

Thes.
Now to our sports again.

Sch.
May the Stag thou huntst stand long,
And thy dogs be swift and strong:
May they kill him without lets,
And the Ladies eat his dowsets: Come we are all made.
Wind Horns.
Dii Deæq; Omnes, ye have danc'd rarely wenches.

Exeunt.