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SCÆNA PRIMA
[An Apartment in the Palace.]ASPRANDVS,
ISEAS.
Heere's a distracted Court! Euery Mans face
Lookes as it did presage a Dearth of Witt!
Such Hobnail'd Countenances!
Ise.
Sfoot, what's the Matter?
Th'are fouly out a' ioynt, and wee can fix
On none to peece with. Heere's one.
Enter a GENTLEMAN.
Sir!—
Gent.
Your Seruant—
I haue some hast—
Exit GENTLEMAN.
Ise.
My seruant should haue staid,
If hee had bene so, by his fauor.
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Nay,
Hee's onely seruant passant, now your Couchant
Is more obseruant.
Ise.
Is ther such Degrees?
Aspra.
From kissing a' the hand to cutting a' the throat, Sir,
O you shall meet 'em, spawning out the word,
With such a Grace; “Your Seruant—” to the foot;
Some Couchant and some passant, but take heed on 'em
They'le fawne and Bite. Now, for your Seruant Pendant,
Hee can do no great hurt.
Ise.
Wo'd they were all soe!
Aspra.
What Friskin's this?
Enter a GENTLEWOMAN.
The Princesse Woman—Lady!—
Lady.
I cannot stay—
Exit.
Aspra.
What a perpetuall Motion
Shee carries with her!
Ise.
Art thou acquainted wo'tt?
Aspra.
Hang 'em, sleight Vanities; th'are like light Dewe,
Quickly exhal'd by some great man, and then
They vanish into Mists, or breake into showers;
Ther's nothing Sollid in 'em.
Ise.
Something's a Bruing
I' the Court among 'em; Antharis is at his Witts end.
Aspra.
'Tis an old Rogue that.
Ise.
And Clephis hath an Eye
In euery Corner.
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That's a Subtile peece too.
But I think Honest.
Ise.
Ah, Arioldus. Ther's one
Stands for a Million.
Aspra.
'Tis a Noble Fellow.
Ise.
I heare some muttring of a Rape, the King
Engag'd in't.
Aspra.
Strange! Hee's of a Noble Nature.
Ise.
But young and wild.
Aspra.
Tyme will repaire that—
Ise.
[aside.]
Mum—
Enter ANDRVCHO.
Aspra.
[aside to Ise.]
O 'Tis Andrucho!
Ise.
[aside to Aspra.]
Then wee shall know all.
Aspra.
[to Andru.]
Welcome,
Thou happy Genius; by thy Priapisme,
The President of thy Britch, what Augurie?
What is thee newes, man?
Andru.
Breath, and tougnes, and Lyes
Mingled together, if there bee none Coine it,
'Tis Comon, and no Treason; I haue Busines,
You must excuse mee—
Exit ANDRVCHO.
Aspra.
Whew—My Almanack—
How stands the Moone? 'Tis Sauage! I did thinke soe
The Braine do's turne. Come, let's go see Timentes.
Ise.
Nay, 'tis turn'd vp side downe there; did not I tell thee?
Aspra.
No, what?
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Somebody has made him drunke and now
Hee playes the Termogant, beats all 'fore him,
And proues a fighting Generall indeed.
Aspra.
A strange inuersion.
Ise.
I co'd hardly scape him.
Aspra.
Heere's the Prediction!
Enter TIMENTES drunke.
Tim.
What are you—
Both.
Wee're men.
Tim.
I'le try that presently—if you bee men—
Stand mee but one thrust—Come, haue at ye— (Exeunt.)
What!—
D'yee giue ground?—'Tis base—I will giue any man
A thousand Ducketts for a thrust—I'le follow 'em.
Exit TIMENTES.
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