SCENA. 3.
Commvnis Sensvs, a graue man in a Black veluet cassocke
like a Councellor, speakes comming out of the dore.
Commvnis Sensvs. Phantastes.
Com. S.
I cannot stay I tell you 'tis more then time I were at
Court, I know my soueraine Psyshe hath expected me this houre
Pha.
In good time, yonder comes Common-sense, I imagine
it should be he by his voice.
Com. S.
Craue my counsell, tell me what maner of man he is?
can he entertaine a man into his house, can he hold his Veluet
Cap in one hand, and vale his bonnet with the other? knowes
he how to become a Scarlet gowne, hath he a paire of fresh
posts at his doore?
Pha.
Hee's about some hasty State-matters, he talkes of posts
me thinkes.
Com. S.
Can hee part a couple of Dogges brawling in the
streete? why then choose him Mayor vpon my credit, heele
proue a wise officer.
Pha.
Saue you my Lord, I haue attended your leisure this
houre.
Com. S.
Fye vpon't what a toile haue I had to choose them a
Mayor yonder? there's a fustie Currier will haue this man:
there's a Chandlor wipes his nose on his sleeue, and sweares it
shall not bee so. There's a Musterd-maker lookes as keene as
Viniger will haue another: O this many headed multitude, it's
a hard matter to please them.
Pha.
Especially where the multitude is so well headed. But
I pray you where's Maister Memory? hath hee forgotten himselfe
that he is not here.
Com. Sen.
'Tis high time he were at Court, I would he
would come.
