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SCEN 2.

Christophel Atys Hylas.
Christ.

M
r Atys and Mr Hylas.


At.

Your Seruaunts.


Christ.

Doe you say? If I shall but chewe eury Morning any
one of these Reasons from a Gore-belly Dæmon as I am now I
shall then become Elf as you be?


At.

Just as Jenkin, sure.


Hyl.

Beleeue him, M
r Christophel, on so sacred an Oathe.


Christ.

Once more discouer mee the Frayle, Come.


At.

Thus. First the Squirill will so practise your Corpus
cum Causa, both your worships Temples will distill thereby
lyke the drops of a Lawyers labour.


Hyl.

O for the Excrement of that Excrement but, It might
be sold for much and giuen to Mountibanks.


Christ.

By fate of my body I sweate Indifferently following a
Beare, Therefore neede not in my opinion further breake the
Tombler.


At.

If by maene of following a Beare your Flesh should be
exhaled all euen into a Pumice stone, yet the Dregges of an
Earthy disposition would then lykwise settle in your Breetch,
if the Beare should but regard you grim.


Hyl.

So the Plummet being lowe and base it would Tyranically
aduance the rumbling of your Clock.


Christ.

Then a course or Two at a Butterflye should serue
my turne.


At.

Haulking is Haulking and Hunting is Hunting.



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Christ.

Idem per Idem, yet follow.


At.

If wee that be huntsmen should leaue our Hunting and
fall to Haulking wee might so in Tyme transport our Forrest of
Elues into the Aire.


Christ.

So establish a newe world?


At.

I, Sir.


Christ.

The Gyaunts were dismount for mounting Mounts.


Hyl.

Will you Committ lyke Sacriledge?


Christ.

Seigneur No.


At.

Doe.


Christ.

O no.


At.

What say you?


Christ.

After your Mountibuck Præludium you would but
shewe vs your ware now


At.

Wee will vse you well.


Christ.

I thank you for it.


At.

Come neare I pray you.


Christ.

Myne eares do stretch vnto you


At.

The one Contrary deuoureth the other contrary.


Christ.

As once well clothed Diues did the naked Lazarus.

dilue



Hyl.

The same Reason. For what in Ciuill Lawe belongeth
to one, that is the inferior, the same belongeth also to him that
is his superior.


At.

You lykwise, if together with this violence of Squirilling
you would but admitt worshipfull M
r Heate into your Lodge, he would in a Trice emptye your greasy Tub.


Christ.

The liquour I confesse, Now for the exhaling the dregs.


At.

A Pantagruel Pille would clench you as you were a Jakes.


Christ.

Vndoe mee the Trick, I pray you.



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At.

Pantagruel one day lying on his death bed swallowed
down his Mawe a Ternary of Chimney Sweepes, that were enclosed
into as many Balles of Brasse, who after they had
sufficiently purged his Filth came all back in them againe with
the Tyde in a vomit, So you, Sir, according the Proportion
shall be purged with as many Horse-leeches.


Hyl.

How say you? Sir.


Christ.

No Rakehell enters my Gutts on my Fa.


At.

Take you then an other Receipt into you, I pray you.


Christ.

Rather a Commodity, Therefore passe you now mee
ouer to the Commoditys of the sport, I pray.


At.

Whereas Hunting the Buck you may follow him Three
myle without stop or staye, Hunting the Squirrill at eury step
you make you may then obteyne a Tree to leane on.


Christ.

I mary, How seeme I now vnto you?

Here he strouted.



At.

A prick-eare Curr.


Christ.

How before.


Hyl.

A Lagged Asse.


Christ.

You aime at my Phisnomies


At.

By his Tayle you may Prognosticate Comming of a
showre.


Christ.

Pretie, How I prittey?


At.

By turning it to the weather.


Christ.

I will institute thereof an Almanack.


At.

Againe, if the storme come, Sayd Tree will keepe you drye.


Christ.

Superlatiuely good for skin and for boane.


At.

If you faint, a Bolt will batter you a whole Bushell of
Nuts down.


Christ.

Liquours refrigorate, Nuts exsiccate.



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Hyl.

Twenty to a Three-half pence but you shall find his
store-house pist.


At.

Possibly by leauelling at a Squirrill you may chaunce hit
a Buzzard so merit of the Church.


Christ.

How much?


At.

A Groate.


Christ.

Sett him down.


At.

Has no hornes to poate at you, Mary now and then you
may battle well a Flap of his Tayle, Sir, if so it may like you.


Christ.

With better Furr may a Man be faced?


At.

Finally and in good sadnes, Sir, It will be more pretious
to you then Tyme himself, He is Bald behind, This, if he escape
you, you chaunce may catch him back by the Tayle.


Christ.

Doubt sticketh in my Mawe.


Hyl.

Zounds; spet him furth.


Christ.

That Beast he is his Building in Trees doth oppugne
it.


Hyl.

Did you neuer heare of a Horse-neast?


At.

I euer tooke him for a Hedg-hog, Hylas, I.


Christ.

That Bird he is, His Multiplicitye of feet doth giue
me also the Lye, yet Plinie an Assured Truth-Teller alloweth
in Birds Quadruplicity of them.


Hyl.

An vndoubted Beast he is, you may know him by his
slouens Inne.


At.

You say you? Sir, will you leaue the chace and goe along
with vs? Saye.


Christ,
Hau.

Hyl.
Quick, Sir, Apollo wasteth his Candle, See

Christ.
If I but single, I shall be singeld on the single.


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At.
Our Buttocks for yours.

Christ.
Be your Buttocks Buttocks or warrants?

At.
They be Patents.

Christ.
Verily?

Hyl.
Very verily, Sir.

Christ.
Dwelleth in yonder Tree a

Sayd it but.


A Beast will doe vs glee a
For to behold and see a
Three Merry Men be wee a
Goe wee to the wood all Three a.

At.
Wee thank you, Sir. So come on your ways now.

Christ.
Staye.

At.
What ayle you?

Christ.

The Spartans the better to keepe their Ranks,
wonted March to the tunes of their Pipes, So wee embattle wee
our selues in our March to the wind of our organs lykwise.


At.
Best of all.

Christ.
And be it to the tune of Gracchus his Recorder.

Hyl.
Wee conceiue you well.

Christ.
Neuer a whit you doe.


The First Song.

1.

I see the Squirrill in the Tree,
Come away, wantons, come away,
Bring Dog and Bolt along with yee
Him will we haue before shut of day.

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2.

Each one with Bat, with Hat, with Cap,
Down with him, down ere that he climbe
Hap may the Foole salute the Trap
Ere Destinies haue spun his Tyme.

3.

Run Dog, shift Diuell, Hoa, amayne,
Sound Drum, strik vp a coursing steuen,
Though he putt to him all his paine,
Wee will haue him yet by St. Stephen.

4.

Oh, my Sir, and be you now tayne?
You shall, hence, no more our Trees climbe,
Nor eate vp, your self to maintaine,
Our fruite vnripe before its Tyme.