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Scen: 3a.

Enter Gelasimus and Pædio his Page. a table and a looking glass. [«***»]
Gelas:
Pædio; behould me Pædio are not my lookes grauer then they were?
Is not my Countenance full of gravitie?

Pædio.
As graue as a seuere Areopagite, wt h. his contracted eyebrowes

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, he, my wytty knaue, dost thinck I shall euer be an Areopagite?

Pæ:
But stay awhile till yor. beard growe bigger otherwise old
men wilbe ashamed, to be ouercome in counsayle and
vnderstanding, by one that is Barbatulous;

Gelas:
Ha, Ha, He, how I my selfe content my selfe, I wholly am pleased
wth my selfe, from the sole of my foote to the crowne of my
head; Soe the graces loue me, I could willinglie kisse my selfe
heere take my cloake, while I veiwe my selfe awhile
See heer'e's a looking glasse;
takes the glass.
Lord what goulden teeth haue I! what a purple coulored
face did'st euer see things more correspondent.?

Pæ:
Yor. anckles be too litle

Gelas:
The more gentlemanlike I shall not be a fatt greasy plebeian
What speake the Virgines of me canst thou tell.?

Pæ.:
They terme you. the Delight of men, white boye
Noble wt h.out Comparison, what not
This the like eyes, that the like nose desires
This yor. cheekes, & that yor. leggs.

Gelas:

Pæ:
Mr. Why sigh you. soe a nights?

Gelas:
I loue.

Pæ:
Noe marvayle; that art lou'd of soe many

Gelas:
I knowe not whether I am lou'd [of] or noe,

Pæ:
Cannot you. sleepe for loue?

Gelas:
Why not?

Pæ:
Not you.?
that are soe rich in ffarmes, statelie howses
whome yor. rich father left his only heyre

Gelas:
Thancks to the gods, I am not of the raggs
or fagg end of the people, Pædio see
I haue a gould ring wt h. a Iemm & signett

Pæ:
How daintilie theis Iemms becomes yor. fyngers

Gelas:
Did'st euer see the armes my sheild doth beare?

Pæ:
I well remember them;

Gelas:
my knaue relate them

Pæ:
Three guilded thistles;

Gel:
Well.

Pæ.
three fatt asses
Drawen out the Desarts of Arabia.

Gel.
Soe.

Pæ:
Two boares wt h. gilded stones in a feild

Gel:
Bloudy. Pædio. Nay rather turdy aside


Gels:
But the Crest, dost thou remember that?

Pæ:
My selfe not better; a white owle.

Gels:
Am not I fortunate?

Pæ.
Soe the gods would haue it,
But stay see who comes here?

Enter Pseudocheus to them