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The fifthe Scene.

Enter Lollio at one dore, and Timon Hermogenes«,» Gelasimus«,» Pseudocheus, Eutrapelus at another with feathers in their hatts Demeas Laches Obba.
Loll:
Call they this Athenes? Lord, what vaire buildings?

Herm:
See yee that clowne? how hee admires all things?

Eutr:
I knowe him well. T'is Lollio the sonne
Of couetous Philargurus who ne're
Permits his sonne to frequent the cittie
Least hee shoulde learne the Citties luxurie
Hee liues at home, eates browne breade & butter
Sometimes fat bacon.

Loll:
Good godds, good gods what preparation?
What a concourse of people? this zittie zunne
Seemes brighter than our country zunne. Lord, lord
7 stars;
How many starres see I? how nere they are.

(the signe of the 7 star«r»
Pseu:
Thy hande may touche them with a ladders helpe.

Loll:
Wheres Charles wayne? I connot zee it here
In our skie which wee haue in the country
I with my vinger con demonstrate it.

Gela:
Ha, ha, he.

Eutr:
Peace doe not laughe.

Gela:
ha ha he
I cannot refraine when I see such fooles. ha ha he

Lach:
Theres not an asse in all Arcadia
So very an asse as thou.

(Aside).
Loll:
Ioue blesse mee, how many diuells are here
Are they philosophers or brabbling lawiers?
They looke with such soure faces.

Tim:
Eutrapelus speake to him, say wee are
The prime men of the cittie.

Eutr:
Saue you Lollio.

Loll:
Saue you Eutrapelus
Soe loue mee Pan I'me gladde to see thee well

Eutr:
What strange occasion brought you hither?

Loll:
I am zente for to my zisters wedding.
Here are fine zights.

Eutr:
Seest thou these young men?
They are the prime men of this same cittie.

Loll:
Will they not imprisonne mee?

Eutr:
ffeare nothing.

Loll:
What daintie burds doe zitte vppon their hatts
I wonder much they doe not vlie away
Their eies are on mee, must I make a legge?

Eutr:
They come to salute thee:

Loll:
Prithee hold my staffe

Tim:
Most welcome vnto Athenes.

Loll:
Thanks by Ioue

Tim:
Wee longe haue look'd for such a one, whom wee
Might substitute Prince ore the whole country

Gela:
ffoh, how hee stinks of garlicke.

Lach:
All are not muskified.

Tim:
Putte on thy hatte, thou shalt bee our fellow.

Loll:
Well bee it with thy oxen, & thy ploughes
Who gracest mee with such greate courtesy
If once I see thee at my fathers house
Ile giue thee ale pragmaticall indeede
Which if thou drinke shall fuddle thee hande & foote

Pseu.
Since I did taste the Nectar of the gods
Noe wine or ale can please my pallat well.

Tim:
This day shall bee a day of sporte & mirthe
Bring cuppes of wine, let's welcome our new Prince.

Loll:
I am afraid, least my behauiour
Bee to to rusticke.

Eutr:
Dost thou not knowe Philargurus his sonne?
H'ees Callimelas brother.

Gela:

Lol.
Giue mee thy hande.
How doth my fathers seruant Grunnio?

Eutr:
Thee Timon wee electe as soueraigne
Prince & commaunder of these Bacchanales
What lawes dost thou ordaine? peace ho awhile.

Tim:
That this our compotation may haue
A prosp'rous euente: Wee will & com̄aunde
Whole hogsheades to bee empt'ed, platters fill'd
None to depart, vnles hee first obtayne
Leaue of the prince: Wee also doe enacte
That all holde vp their heades & laughe aloude
Drinke much at one draughte, breathe not in their drinke
That none goe out to pisse, that none doe spew
In any corner. Hee that shall offende
In any one of these, shall weare infixt
Vppon his hatte an asses eares & drinke
Nothing but soure wine lees for three daies space.
This Acte wee ratifie, confirme, allow.

Loll:
I thinke my father hath transgres'sd these lawes
Hee nothing drinks but lees.

Tim:
What? thy father?
Hee is not worthy to exchange olde shoes
But thou art noble, & king of good fellowes

Loll:
ffather? hee noe more shall bee my father
I am a Prince I scorne & renounce him.

Tim:
Lollio I drinke to thee this whole one

Loll.
Were it a whole hogsheade I would pledge thee
What if I drinke two? fill them to the brimme.
Wher's hee that shall marry with my sister?
I drinke this to thee super naculum.

Dem:
This wee doe call at Athenes κ'αθ 'ολον.

Tim:
Sounde musicke, wee will daunce.

(Sounde Musicke.)
Eutr:
Weele celebrate the feaste of Bacchus.
To make thee Prince I crowne thee withthis bole.

Loll.
Now as I liue this is most noble ale.
Lord what a zounde is this zoundes in mine eares?

Gela:
Come let vs daunce, I loue this dauncing well (They daunce).


Loll:
Ile putte my shoes of leaste they make a noyse

Tim:
Enough, enough Lollio art thou dry?

Loll:
I prithee giue mee some of that redde ale
Souldiour canst drinke?

Lach:
Wine's valours whetstone
That that made mee a souldiour.

Gela:
Thou orator thou seem'st to mee too sad
Ile drowne thy sadnes in this sea of wine.

Dem:

A Syndecdoche of the parte for the whole, on againe. Obba fillfull or
ffulfill the cuppe.

Pseu:
In Ganges Iles I thirty riuers saw
ffilld with sweete Nectar.

Lach:
O dainty lyer.

(Aside)
Pseu:
Thirtie riuers more
With Aligaunte, thirtie hills of sugar
Ale flowed from the rockes, wine from the trees
Which wee call Muskadine.

Gela:
If it please Ioue
I will transferre a plante of that same tree
Into my garden.

Herm:
I'st not fine swimming in such a riuer?

Loll:
I coulde bee drowned in such pleasant waues.
The house runnes round, take heede least the wine fall.

Obba:
That shall bee my care take heede leaste thou fall.

Loll:
What if the skie fall?

Obb:
Poore men shall eate larkes.

Loll:
Soe thinke I & Ile eate railes & buntings.

Eutr:
Why sleepes the cuppe? why doth it not walke rounde?
Thou a commaunder & forgette thy place?

Tim:
I will & com̄aunde thee Eutrapelus.
To couer Lollios heade with thy hatte
And thou Hermogenes lende him thy cloke

Herm:
I lende to him my cloke?

Tim.
Soe wee com̄aunde

Herm:
I care not much my clothes without my cloke
Are trimme enough to make the people gaze.
Take heede thou soyle it not

Tim:
Gelasimus
Girde Lollio with thy sworde.

Gela:
Now by Ioue
I hate these perridiculous asses
Whose braines containe noe, not one ounce of witte

Lach:
Hee wants a coate.

Loll:
O noble Lollio, o braue Lollio.

All:
Thrice noble, thrice resplendante Lollio

Tim:
Into thy handes my empire I resigne

Loll:
Am I a Prince then?

Tim:
What dost thou commaunde?

Loll:
Bringe mee a cuppe, I am as dry as duste
Thou shalt my butler bee.

Gela:
What shall I bee?

Loll:
My butler too, all shall bee my butlers
What? can yee sing,? singe sing I Lollio
Your Prince wills & com̄aunds.

Tim:
Wee must obey
Who doth beginne?

Eutr:
This arte Hermogenes
Doth appertaine to thee.

Loll:
Obba: Stande thou on my righte hande with thy flaggon.

Herm:
There liues a lasse in the nexte towne
Call'd Sophrony, call'd Sophrony

Tim:
Smiles sweetely when I lay her downe
Blithe & bonny, blithe & bonny

Gela:
Shee is not like some foolishe elfe
Shee will take vp her clothes herselfe.

All:
Ha ha he, ha ha he
Ha ha ha ha ha ha he.

Herm:
Shee alone is amiable
My Sophrony, my Sophrony

Tim:
Shee shee alone is tractable
ffeele her cony, feele her cony

Gela:
Shee is not angry, touche her lippes
Or els descende betweene her hippes

All:
Ha ha he &c.

Herm:
Shee weares a smocke downe to her waste
My Sophrony, my Sophrony

Tim:
Shee hath but one & that is lac'd
Giue her mony, giue her mony

Gela:
Shee weares a gowne downe to her small
Shee hath but one & that is all.

All.
Ha ha he &c.

Loll.
Seethe coblers blacke & iuice of betony
Mixe thereinto of copres six ounces
Tis present remedy 'gainst itche of hogges

Tim:
Hem. Lollio.

Loll:
It also takes away the maunge from dogges.

Eutr:
Lollio.

Tim:
Prince.

Loll.
A litle more good ale.

Gela:
Bring the cuppe Obba.

Loll:
Where are yee all my butlers? follow mee
I will conducte yee to my fathers house
ffollow your Prince, followe mee in order
Eutrapelus thou shalt my ensigne beare
Display the flaggon as it were a flagge
I am Achilles, yee my Myrmidones
ffollow Achilles, wee haue leuell'd Troy
Downe with the earthe. Hector? art thou Hector?

Gela:
I am Gelasimus thy brother lawe

Loll:
Had'st thou beene Hector I protest by Ioue
I woulde haue bor'd thee thorough with this sworde.

Exit Lollio the rest following