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Scen 5a
Piscin: Collumella behinde him.Pisci
—Au. au. Au Au. Au. .....
Lysand.
Pray s
r speake not A worde to her father of ye bagg
Colum:
—How does it take?
Well, well, you haue brought y
e olde miser out
of his hopes, hee'le not parte w
t
h his kinges face
in golde, for A mistris in silver.
Collumel:
What I haue given is not the halfe
Of thy rewarde
Lysan.
I thancke yr bounty sr
Enter Surdato. Macilento
Colume:
But what make these here?
O S
r, this is ye deafe Seigniour hee'le make men like
Himselfe if you talke to him longe, but he will be
sent away w
t
h A Flea in his eare.
Surdat:
Is my brave prize and second guifte retournde
I've bin arrested in her rescue, but I shooke of ye Rogues
And marcht from them.
Lepid:
I thincke you ran̄e away indeed, you cannot indure
to heare of danger thou you startle not at y
e noise
Of A can̄on.
Surdat:
Where is y
e paradise yt holdes my Lady by or st clare
I longe to see her. is she yet hasteinge to enoble [y
r]
her selfe by beinge knitt to vs?
Lepid:
Good ghost informe y
r raiser, Facetia will be here
prsently and give him his answeare
Macilen:
My Rayser? indeed he hath raisd me, I'me sublimated
from flesh and blood to mere spiritt.
Lepid:
You may enter his eares ye better about it then.
Macilen
I will informe him out of hande—makes signes
Surda:
I will expect.
Enter Cæcilius and Comastes.
ni his Clownes habitt
Comast:
Their Lonlord, theirs lord Lepidus:
Cæcili:
O Sr Ile noe more such Tricks put vpon me
I've brought one shall see I am not cozened.
Nay Cæcilius what Lysander did, in sporte, blame not me
for: Twas A just admonition you shoulde looke before
you leape: you were to hastye.
Cæcil:
There was A spectacle indeede
Lysan:
Twoulde fitt y
r eye ye better.
Lepid:
Well S
r you see here be other suitors whome I
fancy not, Ile onely dismiss them and then you shall
perceive my daughters affection to you.
Surdat:
How my inflamed blood swells att y
e Satyre, but tis my
Ladyes Fathers house I must not strike yet Ile outstare him
Ægidius
O nephew y
e staffe & prop of my age my
supporter[?] hath she Swallowed my angles greedily
w
t
h desyre to partake of ye rest? Ime past
hopes of issue all will be thine.
Lysand:
Vncle I prsented yr mam̄mon to her, [I]
And she replyed I woulde maynd her answeare
But you should not halt longe betweene two
Opinions: her selfe would satisfye you: I trust
you stande vpright in her affection
Ægidius.
Is it come to this? I told you at first I coulde
not make many journyes. Lepidus, Ile have my
Answeare now: Sfoote a man may creeple
himselfe in seekeinge A new paire of leggs.
Colum:
Good s
r bringe forth yr daughter let her come
for till she enter I continue dumbe.
Piscin:
—Au—Au. Au. Au.—......
Surdat:
What are these I thincke they dare not be
competitors
Macilento:
—makes signes
Surdat.
These fellow rivalls? An injury to my
Reputation
Cæcilius
What tumulte is this? I see there be more suitors
r I desyre to see ye Issue of my suite
Lepid:
O my best freinde patience, patience, my
daughter is att yeares of discretion and able
to make her owne choice, and Ile not force her.
Lett her picke out ye man she has a minde to.
Exit Lysan:
Cæcilius.
I will say I was never so ore seene in my
life if she choose not me.
maketh signes of hope.
Surda:
O then thou art[e] nere thy hope, how these leaves
will drop of when I am chosen.
Ægid:
Tis some Felicity yt I am so nere att an ende
How is my Nephew strikeinge it vp for me.
Ent: Lysan: Facetia. Olympa.
Lepid:
Come come Girle, be not so proude y
t you have so
many suitors, here they all attende you
Ægid
Morrow to my venus.
Surdat:
A good day shine vpon surdatoes joy
Cæcilius
Is she come? health to Cæcilius guide
Colum:
Thus low I bow to Kiss y
e grownd Facetia treads on
Lepid
Dispatch 'm wench, I longe to heare y
t
Piscinus boweth
very low
excellent peeice of witt mad vp by Lysander
& thee
Facetia.
In compassinge my love: you all desyre
What but one can injoy, then take my Answeare
I well remember in my greener yeares
A holy Prist and father to ye order
Of ye devoute Fryers of mounte Olivett
The Vrnes and sacred Ashes of Fernandus
And That most matchless prince ye faire Alphonsus
Whose hollowed statues shaped in virgins waxe
Were drawne so skilfull yt ye cun̄ingst eye
Woulde deeme them liveinge reall perfect bodyes
I had ye follish longeinge of A mayde
He told me holy customs did forbid
Females access,: wheron by or St. Clare
I vowde never to yoke my selfe wt h man
But such who in his owne person wt hout help
should goe and see those statues, then enquire
And heare ye storyes of those famouse Kinges
And wt h his owne mouth tell it vnto me.
He yt shall first performe this Taske
Takes me to wife
Ægid:
Is this all If I can be ther first Ime sure
I can do it.
Cæcili:
This is nothinge
Piscinus
—rejoyceth
Lepid:
True, true, a very easy taske go and consult of it
In ye next roome—Exeu: Pisci: Coll: Ægid: Cæcili.
Macilen:
My master hears none of this & Ile not tell him
Surdat.
I knew I was ye man, see how she has
dispatchd ye rest yt I alone might have her
Lepid:
Thancke ye e wench, thancke you both, we shall
have them in another tune by & by. come ifaith
Tis pitty to keepe you two Asunder any longer
Daughter thy faire hand Ile joyne you.
Olympa:
Hold sr yt must not be if you do tender
Comast:
O Truth come once from hell
Olymp:
Att least betrothed
Lepid:
Lysander, is this true?
Lysand:
False as ye Divell her sire.
Surdat:
I wonder she doth not call me to her yet: she
doth expect y
t I should courte her firste
Ile give her hint to speake, by stalkeinge by her
Lysander looke you here. Know you not one Olympa?
This is ye hande—she shews him A letter
Lysand:
Ha, ha, ha, is this all dame ougly,? she shewes me
here passages betwixt me & one Olympa long since deade
Olymp:
Ile finde you clearer evidence
Lepid:
Come Lysander weele sende her before while we
Dispatch y
e suitors wt
hin, & see heres A fitt instrumēt
You in the Folio breeches, harke you, y
r landlorde
shall have her for all this. come take y
r new mr
s
And conduct her to S
t Clares I've appointed one
shall meet them ther, & joyne them fast enough.
Comast:
Come Londlady yr Tennant will be glodd of you.
Ile mon you
Lepid:
Goe daughter wee'le be wt h you prsently.
Faceti:
Comastes now or never
Surdat:
Sure she is gon in to shift her selfe she will be
married in her best clothes
Enter Cæcilius
Cæcili.
I do not see how I can have her then
In A darke vault to veiw 2 Portraiturs
Why wer they in ye light I could not see them
Collum:
I cannot tell y
e ye storyes of those Kinges
vnless she will admitt him for to speake
poynts to Columella behinde him.
Enter Ægid:
Ægidius.
Shoulde I goe so far vnder grounde I should
never retourne back againe w
t
hout helpe, I might
be buried there and make vp y
e third statue
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