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Scen. 3.
Trimalchio, Capritio, Agurtes, Autolicus, Millicent, Margery.Tri.
Stand by, it is my happinesse invites me.
O that I could appeare like Iupiter,
Vnto his Semele.
Agur.
Why, would you burne her?
Tri.
Yes, with my love I would; most Luculent Lady,
After the late collection of my spirits,
Lost in the admiration of your beauty,
Let me crave pardon.
Milles.
Sir, for what?
Trim.
My boldnesse.
Milles.
I apprehend none.
Trim.
You must pardon me,
For I am jealous of the least digression:
And you may justly frowne.
Milles.
I should be loath,
To acknowledge so much from you.
Trim.
Lady, you have those faire additions
Of wealth, and parentage, joyn'd to your vertues,
That I may justly suspect your disdaine:
But by my hopes, I doe not court your fortunes,
But you.
Beleeve me, no deserving man
Shall be the lesse esteem'd for that, where I finde
Ability to governe, what I bring him.
Tis that I valew: things that are without me,
I count them not my owne.
Trim.
Tis a speech Lady,
Worthy an Empresse. I am a made man,
Since you have cleer'd the heaven of your brow:
Now by that light I sweare, a brighter day
Nere broke upon me.
Agur.
Sir, I hope this Lady
Shall have no cause to repent your admittance.
Milles.
Sir, for my part, since vertue is my guard,
I doe not onely keepe my doores stil open,
But my breast too, for Gentlemen of merit.
Trim.
Now by this ayre, that does report your voice
With a sound more then mortall: by your faire eyes,
And as I hope to be enrold your servant,
I honour the meanest stitch in your garment.
Milles.
I would not wish you place your love upon
A thing so meane, so likely to be cast off.
Trim.
O divine counsell! that so rare a beauty
Should mixe with wisedome: these words are not lost.
I am your slave for ever. I'll goe hire
Six Poets to sing your praise, and I my selfe
Will be the seventh to make up the consort.
Autol.
You see your friend there, Mr Trimalchio
Is like to speed, and fairely on his way
To much happinesse. I would not willingly
That any should miscarrie in a plot
That I have a hand in: you must be sodaine
I told you, if you meane to be a favourite
To fortune, and your Mistris, and be bold.
Cap.
If I had spoke to her, the brunt were past.
Autol.
I then the yce were broke; now she makes towards you,
Tis the best time, let no occasion slip,
Cap.
Lady advance the pinnacle of your thoughts,
And enlarge the quadrangle of your heart,
Autol.
A man
Of meanes, sweet Lady, that I can assure you.
Marg.
Hee's so much the more welcome, I assure you,
Autol.
You are welcome by this meanes, doe you mark that?
Caprit.
Some 3000. a yeare or thereabouts.
Alas I value it not, 'twill serue to trifle
In pinnes, and gloves, and toies, and banquets.
Marg.
'Tis much.
One of so tender yeares, should step so soone
Into the world.
Caprit.
Indeed the spring of my courtship
Has beene somewhat backward: but I will striue
To redeeme it; I haue some seeds a growing,
Shall make m' ere long, spread like a Gentleman,
And you shall say so too.
Marg.
I doe beleeue it.
Caprit.
Nay where you doe or no, 'tis no great matter.
Autol.
Be not Capritious.
Caprit.
My name's Capritio.
There be in Towne of the Capritio's,
Came from our house, that shall approve it so.
Autol.
What will you say, if I shew you a way
To get a generall credit?
Caprit.
Can you doe it?
Autol.
I can, and will; I'll haue you out of hand,
The master of a good horse, and a good dogge,
And be knowne by them.
Caprit.
Will that doe it?
Autol.
Will it?
Why when you once haue match'd your horse, or dogge.
The adverse party being a man of note,
'Twill raise an inquisition after you.
Whose is the horse, sayes one, Mr, Capritioes.
What he, sayes another? a Noble Gentleman.
'Twill draw the eyes of a whole Shire upon you,
Besides the Citizens that goe downe to bett.
Caprit.
Why this is rare indeed.
Autol.
And then 'twill furnish you
A horse and a dogge, no better a subiect
To exercise your tongue in, many Ladies
Talke in that dialogue; besides, there being
A kind of neare relation in the nature
Of you and those beasts. the good qualities
That are in them, may be thought to be yours.
Cap.
I'll buy me a dancing horse that can caper,
And haue him call'd Capritio, by my name.
Aut.
You may doe so.
Capr.
Lady, by your leaue I will.
Mar.
Sir, what you please.
Au.
Her desires go with yours.
Obserue but what a wife sh'is like to proue,
That is no more imperious being a Mistris.
Cap.
Brother come hither.
Trim.
I am busie here.
How doe you like the fabricke of this Watch?
Milles.
Pray let me see it, a rare peece of worke.
Trim.
It cost me twelve pound, by this light, this morning.
Milles.
But that it was so deare, I would haue begg'd it.
Trim.
'Tis at your service, Lady.
Milles.
I'll make vse of
Your courtesie, with many thankes, Sir.
Trim.
Nay, but
You must not haue it.
Milles.
Will you goe from your word?
Trim.
I'll giue you as good, but this is none of mine,
By this hand I borrowed it.
Milles.
You said you bought it.
Trim.
I said so indeed.
Milles.
You should doe well to buy you
A better memorie, as I shall hereafter,
To keepe at distance with you.
Exit Millescent,
Agur.
Is she gone?
Trim.
Gone in a fume.
Agur.
How did you anger her?
Trim.
She would haue begd my Watch, and I excus'd it.
Agur.
She beg your Watch? she scorns to beg any thing.
Shee has more than shee can tell what to doe with.
Perhaps shee long'd for yours, and would receiue it
As a courtesie, why would you shew it her,
Vnlesse you meant to part with it?
I know not:
I thinke my wit was crampt,
Agur.
You must nere looke for,
The like occasion offerd you; why this
Was such a time to win her loue: a gift
Would put her every houre in minde of you.
Trim.
What shall I doe?
Agur.
Best send it after her.
Trim.
Doe you carry it; tell her withall, I'll send her
A Coach and foure horses, to make her amends.
Agur.
Give me the Watch, if I doe make all good,
Will you performe your promise?
Trim.
By my life,
I'll send them without faile, immediatly.
Ag.
I'll after her, and see what I can do.
Exit Agurtes
Cap.
Stand for a watch: here take this Diamond:
Nay, doe not wrong me, I have sworne you shall,
Were it as good as that which was made precious
By Berenices finger, which Agrippa
Gave his incestuous sister, you should have it.
What doe you thinke I am an Asse? no sir,
Tis he has taught me wit.
Auto.
And you are happy,
That can be wise by other mens examples.
Cap.
What should I loose my Mistris for a toy!
Trim.
Lead on good brother, I am all of a sweat,
Vntill some gale of comfort blow upon me.
Exeunt.
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