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SCENE IIII.

Enter Tenacity and Vanity.
Ten.
By gogs bores, these old stumps are starke tyred.
Chaue here round about for life conquired,
Where any posting nags were to be hired,
And can get none, would they were all vyred.
Cham come too late for money, I hold a penny,
Sutors to Vortune there are so many;
And all for money, chill gage a round summe:
Money's gone before Tenacity come:
Then am I drest euen to my vtter shame:
A foole returnd, like as a foole I came.
Cham sure chaue come, vorty miles and twenty,
With all these bags you see, and wallets empty:
But when chaue sude to Vortune vine and deynty,
Ich hope to vill them vp with money plenty:
But here is one of whom ich will conquire,
Whilk way che might attaine to my desire.
God speed, my zonne.

Van.
What, father Croust, whither post you so fast?

Ten.
Nay, bur lady zonne, ich can make no haste:
Vor che may say to thee, cham tyred cleane.

Van.
More shame for you, to keepe your asse so leane:
But whither goe you now?

Ten.
To a goodly Lady, whom they call her, Vortune.

Van.
And wherefore?

Ten.
For mony, zonne, but iche veare che come too late.

Van.
Indeed it seemeth by thy beggers state,
Thou hast need of mony, but let me heare,
How or by whome think'st thou to get this geare?

Ten.
Chilspeake her vaire, chill make lowe cursie.

Van.
That's somewhat, but how wilt thou come at her:

Ten.
Bur Lady, zonne, zest true, there lies the matter.
Chil make some friend.

Van.
Whome?

Ten.
Some man of hers that neere her doth attend.

Van.
Who is that?

Ten.
Ich know not, chud that vnqueere of thee:
And therefore if thou knowest, tell it me.

Van.
What, in such haste forsooth, so suddenly,
And so good cheape, without reward or fee?

Ten.
Poore men, deare zonne, must craue of courtesie:
Get I once mony, thou shalt rewarded be.

Van.
Goe to then, ile tell thee: his name is Vanitie.

Ten.
And where is a?

Van.
No more adoe, aske but for Vanitie,
Reward him well, hee'le helpe thee to mony.

Ten.
But where?

Va.
Why here in this place: this is Lady Fortunes palace.

Ten.
Is this? Ah goodly Lord, how gay it is!
Now hope I sure of mony not to misse.
So law, my zonne, ich will goe rest my selfe a while,
And come againe.

Van.
Do so. Now sure this Coystrell makes me smile,
To see his greedy gaping thus for gayne,
First hardly got, then kept with harder payne,
As you e're long by proofe shall see full plaine.

Exit.
Ten.
This mine old Inne, here chill knock. Holla ho.

Host.
What Royster haue we there that rappeth so?

Post.
How now, sirra, what lacke you?

Ten.
Lodging.

Post.
Lodging? there is none: all is full.

Ten.
How so?

Post.
Tane vp by Gentlemen long ago.

Ten.
Let me yet haue some roome for mine asse.

Post.
Asinus super asinum, volitate ad furcas.

Host.
Who is that thou pratest there-withall?

Post.
Looke forth and see, a lubber, fat, great, and tall,
Vpon a tyred asse, bare, short, and small.

Host.
O ho, 'tis Tenacity my old acquaintance,
And to my wife of neere alliance.
Father Tenacity!

Ten.
Mine Host, God speed: how do you? Take in, Ostler.

Ostler.
Anon, sir.

Host.
Chamberlaine, waite vpon my kindred here.

Chamberl.
Well, sir.