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Sc: 6.
Enter Antonio and the Cook at one end & Clerimont at the other, & listens.Cook.
Only a spice of my trade Sr to greese you in the fist
with, good Sr accept it; J haue a corner of a pasty to would
be very proud to haue your hand in't.
Ant:
Maggots consume thy Pasty and thy self.
Thou varnisht swine, thou tub of kitchen stuff,
Goe to the Chandlers with thy foggy corps,
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Be turnd to lights of tenn i'th pound, dost think
Dost think to catch me as thou dost thy flies,
With scraps and bitts?
Cook.
Alass Sr, the whole pie is yours; what shall J doe?
J am more afraid of him then of a strickt Lent or Emberweek.
Ant:
Well; J haue pickt a fitting punishment
Out of thy fault; Justice example takes
From crimes themselves; whereas thy sordid hand
Was the cheif actor in this bribery,
That very hand shall doe me right; next feast
When carrying a Pasty to the board,
That very hand (shakeing with fat, and feare)
Shall loose its hold, and on thy satten doublett
The broaken pie shall belch forth streams of greese
And spoil thy velvet hose, after which chance
Jn discontent thou wilt drop out of the world;
Away; thy spoons in Hog the Pandars boots
Are safe; use mercy on the slaue, away:
Cook.
J thank your worship; and pray excuse this punishment,
and i'le pay a dispensation to the poor, and they shall
haue all my Ladies almes every Sunday hereafter.
Ant:
Away J say.
Exit.
Cler:
Why this was like an artist: you haue conjur'd the
Cook into such a fear that if his pot doe but boile over, or his
pie burn, he streight reflects on you, and belieus every mischance
to be a Judgment of your inflicting.
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J put a face of anger gainst his guift
Which will suggest J am no needy slaue,
Whome poverty hath sent unto the arts
And Muses to be fed, where thriueing well
(Unmindfull of my natiue dunghill) through
More sordid and base means J rake up wealth
Then e're my parents rags, or crooked pins.
Cler:
Heir of the Sciences! and full as liberall as they.
Ant:
J'me sure great shoals of Auditours
Will throng my chamber, when the news is spread
My school is free, and no mans penny sought,
No introduction, nor those crabbed words
Of Quartredges, or stipend, to be found
Upon the post whereon my bills are fixt.
Cler:
There is not one in all the town but will
Advance his hopes to be a Mercury.
Ant:
No man regards the minds impediment
And inward let, but where the Muses cheap
And books not bought, nor Tutor to be paid
Hang all Mechanicks, Learning were the trade.
Exeunt.
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