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Surdato Macilento Olympa 2 Sergeants:Surda:
Thou seest Nigella thou art ye seconde time
Become my prize; and by that same redemption
As here to fore, thou shalt the seconde time
Be my accepted prsent to Facetia
Thou shalt to wayes com̄ande my love to her
By her owne worth, & settinge forth of mine
But tell me Mopsa, doth she loue Surdato?
yet if we coulde gett Cæcilius to vs once more
We might salve all againe
Surdat:
I knew that before onely I askte ye Quest: & yu didst
Praise me to her, this face these armes this feature
We thancke thee much, nor shalt repente thy paynes
Macilento yu shalt fetch A jewell for her
Not that I gave away last weeke—
j Seirge:
I, this is he sett on him.
2 Seirg:
I have A villanous minde to displace his ruffe
But we must [y] use him gently
Surdat
—But that w
c
h lately ye Vice Roy promised me. Stay
take y
e key it lyes in my christall Cabinnet
Macilen:
The Cabbinett w
c
h ye Vice Roy promised you?
Surdat:
But I have not y
e key here, I left it as I take it in ye
Pocketts of my Tissue sleeves.
Macilento discovers ye seirgan[[illeg.]]
Macil:
What meane these man-takers I wonder
Ambo.
Sr we arrest you—They lay hold on Surdato.
Surda:
How doe Gent:
j Seirg
Huswife hi'gh you home to yr old mistris—
Exit Olymp.
2 Seirg:
Sr we must have yr company
Surdat:
Not so importunate Gent: you'le make me over bolde
And troblesome: Macilen: know you these Gent:?
Me thinckes they are somewhat over earnest wt h me.
Macilen:
—Makes Signes they are Seirgeants
You are Seirgeants as I apprehende you
Macilen.
As they apprhend you.
Surdat:
Thou knowst me (macilento) free from debt.
Macilento
I am sure you were nere in yr Butchers debt
Surdat:
I pray learne y
e action and ye plaintiffe and give
them to vnderstande
Macilen:
My masters you may perceive y
e Gentelmans deafe
yet his demande is reasonable he desyres to se y
r
warrant
j seirgea:
Do you come in for a Rescue?
Brother lay hands on him.
I am satisfied, Ile signifye to him yt he must obey
—makes signes to him
2 Seirg:
Come Sr will you alonge
Surdat:
Doe not hale me soe youle teare my dublett
Ile goe alonge and know y
e action but not soe
Rudely; Ile not discompose my gate for all y
e
prisons in Naples, I much disdaine thus to be
Drawne to prison, ingenuous natures goe w
t
hout
Compulsion
Macilen:
I prthee honest Seirgeant wt feedeings there
In ye prison
2 Seirg:
To good for Varletts S
r, all ye scraps yt ye charity
of y
e Magnificoes servants cast in to ye baskett
Macilent:
I thincke my mr smells yt, he goes so willingelye
I pray Sr arrest me too Sr, will you?
j Seirgeant:
Our fee Sr and we are ready
macilen:
I haue noe monye my mr is [A] Kash keeper
1 Seirg:
Be hangde then and take thy liberty
2 Seirge:
But sirrah aske yr master if heele be content
To wheele vs in A Taverne, whilst we expect
Some bayle
Macilen
Ile save yt labour, A Taverne's death to him, he
Was never in any in his life
2 Sergean:
Then bid him goe faster wt h A pox to him
Thats to as little purpouse, this is his vnalterable
[pace] humor, shoulde it rayne doggs & catts he
woulde not alter his pace, he hath nothinge
speedy about him if his nose run̄e, he woulde
I thincke cut it of.
j Serg:
The Negroes gon & y
e coast's cleare we may
dismiss him.
2 Serg:
Content: S
r we haue other busines if you will not
mende y
r pace, weell leave you, farewell Signiour
Don Fogo.—Exeunt amb: Seirgeants
Are they gone we are most learnedly foolde here
Surdato:
Macilento thou art an ass A slave, A dullarde, y
u
Failest in thy principles: Thou Rogue, I vnderstoode
Them at firste my self; but by thy apish non significant
interp
rtation I was brought over to beleev they wer
Seirgeants and had arrested me, but now I finde
by their courteouse departure (eene as I first conjectured)
these were the Venice-Embassadors servants
came to invite me to dinner, and through thy
basenes and false Brachygraphy I most vnmannerly
denyde them.
Macilen
Worse and worse we are like to feed all this day on
These im̄aginations
Surdat:
Yea and y
e moore gone too, vnluckye dogg Rogue follow
me Divells birde & see you regaine my favor by her
recovery
Macilen:
I would twere death to follow him, as I am sure
Tis little less.—
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