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Scen. 2.
Enter Cancrone and Scrocca bound: Nomicus the Priest.Can.
Ah Scrocca, thou hast often heard me say, it would be
my lucke to be deuoured; and to tell thee true, I euer fear'd
those Cyclops most; I neuer had any minde to them.
Scr.
Why Cancrone, this is the slauery on't, had wee beene
Master fishers, we should neuer haue beene troubled to climbe
vp these Mountaines, wee should neuer haue beene cast to our
old acquaintance the fish.
Tyr.
Fisher, knowst thou these men?
Pas.
I know the men, but not their meaning.
Can.
That would neuer haue angred me, thou knowst wee
haue fed vpon fish this many yeere, and for vs to haue made
them one merry meale, had beene but the signe of a thankefull
nature, but ah those Ctclops, clops, clops. Scrocca, I cannot digest
them.
Scr.
I feare they will gest vs well enough.
Can.
And yet I care not much if I were sure to be eaten
vp by that Cyclops that ate vp my grandsire, for then I might
haue some hope to see the good old man once againe before I
die.
Scr.
I care not whose hands I fall into, I'me sure hee shall
haue no sweete bitte of mee now; nothing grieues mee, but
that hauing done but one good deede in all my life, I must die
for that.
Thou foolish fisher, thinkst it good to stop
The course of iustice, and breake her sword, the Law?
By Law thou liu'st: hee iustly death deserues,
VVho that destroyes, which him and his preserues.
Tyr.
Are not these my old men, Scrocca and Cancrone?
Scr.
VVell sir, you may say what you will, but if wee liue by
the Law, how commeth it to passe, that we must die by the
Law?
Can.
Mee thinks I see how busie Rimronce will bee about
me: he surely will be vpon my backe, for my being vpon his,
a while a goe.
Scr.
Nay Cancrone, thou diest for sauing thy master too.
Tyr.
Ay me, my sonne?
Can.
I haue no minde to climbe these Mountaines, I begin
to bee short-winded already, I shall neuer hold out; had I
thought it would haue come to this, I would haue bene vilely
tempted to ha let my Master drowne quickly.
Scr.
What, man? thou could'st neuer haue done thy Master
better seruice then to dye for him, nay, if Perindus liue, I care
not.
Tyr.
Perindus? I can hold no longer, friend, who is thy Master?
why art thou manacled?
Scr.
Mantled hither! marry this Priest hath mantled vs for
sauing our Master Perindus.
Tyr.
Ay me, my sonne.
Can.
Vds fish, old Master, where haue you beene this 20
yeeres and more;
Nom.
Tyrinthus! at such a time! sir, your arriuall is eyther
very happy, or else most haplesse, eyther to see, or else preuent
a danger.
Tyr.
Priest, how is my Perindus?
Nom.
Doom'd to die.
Tyr.
What is the cause?
Nom.
His will.
Tyr.
Who could perswade him?
Nom.
She who most stroue to hinder and disswade him.
What had he done?
Nom.
That which deserues all life and loue.
Tyr.
How fine the heauens powers can sorrowes frame!
The fates will play, and make my woe their game.
VVhere is he?
Can.
Safe enough I warrant you, get's leaue of the Priest,
master, and wee'l goe fetch him.
Scr.
We caught him out of the water.
Can.
O, he had supt a bundance of fair porridge!
Scr.
And brought him to the shippe where the mariners
keepe him.
Tyr.
VVhy stand I idle here! O to the shore i'le fly,
And eyther with him liue, or for him die.
Can.
Master, master, master.
Exit Tyrinthus.
Pas.
Ile follow him: nature can doe no lesse
Then eyther helpe, or pitty such distresse.
Exit Pas.
Can.
Nay if you goe too, then farewell all,
Farewell ye rockes, farewell to thee O loue,
You louely rockes, you hard and rocky loue.
Nay I shall turne swaine presently and sing my finall song.
Nom.
I maruell what it is that stayes Dicæus.
Con.
Marry let him stay till I send for him, the Cyclops
shall want their breakefast this month.
Nom.
Here I must stay for him.
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