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SCEN. 5.

Tactvs, in a darke coloured Sattin mantle ouer a paire of silke Bases, a Garland of Bayes mixt with white and red Roses, vpon a blacke Grogaram, a Faulchion, wrought sleeues, Buskins, &c.
Mendacio. Tactvs.
Men.
Now chast Diana grant my netts to hold.

Tact.
The blasting Child-hood of the cheerefull morne
Is almost growne a youth and ouer-climbes
Yonder gilt Easterne hills, about which time,
Gustus most earnestly importund me,
To meete him here abouts, what cause I know not.

Men.
You shall do shortly to your cost I hope.

Tact.
Sure by the Sunne it should be nine a clocke.

Men.
What a star-gazer, will you neere looke downe?

Tact.
Cleere is the Sunne and blewe the Firmament,
Me thinkes the heauens do smile.

Tactus sneezeth.
Men.
—At thy mishap
To looke so high and stumble in a trap.

Tactus stumbleth at the Robe and Crowne.
Tac.
High thoughts haue slippry feete, I had well nie falne.

Men.
Well doth he fall that riseth with a fall.

Tact.
Whats this?

Men.
O are you taken, tis in vaine to striue.

Tact.
How now?

Men.
Youle be so entangled straight.

Tact.
A Crowne?

Men.
That it will be heard.

Tact.
And a Robe.

Men.
To loose your selfe.

Tac.
A Crowne and a Robe.

Men.

It had beene fitter for you, to haue found a fooles
coate and a Bable, hey, hey.

Tac.

Iupiter, Iupiter, how came this here?

Men.

O Sir Iupiter is making Thunder hee heres you not,
heres one knowes better.

Tact.
Tis wondrous rich, ha, but sure it is not so, ho,
Do I not sleepe and dreame of this good luck, ha.
No I am awake and feele it now
Whose should it be?

He takes it vp
Men.
Set vp a Si quis for it.

Tact.

Mercury alls mine owne, heres none to cry halfes
mine.

Men.
When I am gone.
Exit Mendacio.