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ACT IV

SCEN 1.

Florida with a Leash about her neck.
Flo.
I Troe, since lawe of game was first inuent,
Or Huntsman hath vncouppeld Hound there hath
Not beene, in all that stoure, perfourmed light
A nobler chase then this. No sooner were
The Dogs let loose and that the groomes had cryen
A Trayle a Trayle, when loe th'odorant force
Thickend lyke to leaues in Sagittary
Rusht into feild with might and mayne, So ho
Amayne, they cryde, List a Ringwood, list, list,
So ho againe, you noble Currs, So ho,
When eftsoones lighting on the greedy sent
The whooresonnes spent a good, Tat Tat againe,
Ho againe, assayne, assayne, when rushing
Int 'open plaine they opend three such keyes
Of Nete combind, Diapason, Meane
That the whole quire of Heauens Hierarchy
Could not conforme their lyke, Then in chace
With Greyhounds according my Ladyes bidding
I made the Alay to the Deere, when, loe,
He got vnto a Tree, Long there the Bea
Betweene the egar Mouthed Currs and him,
Ringwood made at hed, Lady Snatcht a haunch,
Light-foot the syde afore, Talbot the other,
That with th'Anguish th'Heartles Hart beset
On all his sydes with th'horror of his Death
From eyes shed teares on ground abundauntly,
But what? the Merc'les Currs were so enflesht
Vpon the life of him, for all his treates
For all his Fountaines spent, For all his bent
Of Humble Knee they would not stint but teare
The suppliaunt Soule with launcets of their Teeth,
Hither my Lady aduaunct her steede, Hither,
Perceiuing far the Boasted Buck at Bea,
Came in the totall crewe of Huntresses
With wind of Horne, at one the Cast besyde
With open Mouths, when straite Hypsiphyle
Moued with compassion on the Beast
In tender loue and in heroic spirit
Picked furth her quiuer her best of shafts,
And in a trice wound th'Heartles Hart to death,
So all with lusty Peale wee blewe his Death.
But, loe, so faint I am I can no more,
And Toung claues too to Pallate of my Mouth,
And therefore in Triumphe of this dayes sport
I will will vnto the well, withall in one
Release Learchus and refresh myself.
But is not this the Keeper Christophel?
I will preuent him in saluting first.
Christophel, good day, Sawst any my sisters
Pursewing the emboasted Deere this way?

SCEN 2.

Learchus Florida.
Lear.
Not any thy faire Sisters I haue seene
Pursewing the emboasted Deere this way.

Flo.
Nor any Hound straggling from his Fellow?

Lear.
Madame, not any.

Flo.
Helpe, I prithy now
I drawe the Bucket may refresh mee.

Lear.
God sheild, faire Madame, and my Lodge so nie.
If your Ladiship vouchsafe accept of it
You may Commaund a Cup of Summer Beere.

Flo.
Sir, I thank you, Point me to your Lodge but.

Lear.
The Brick you see.

Flo.
what hast done me? Sirrha,
Hast shutt mee into a kiln new furth.

Lear.
Trewe, Madame, withall behold Learchus
Now stands Triumphing ouer you too.

Flo.
If
Thou hast beguiled mee, Learchus, I
Sewe thou wouldst release mee.

Lear.
Then beshrewe mee.

Flo.
Speake once againe, I pray.

Lear.
Nay in sadnes nay.

Flo.
Giue mee my finall doome.

Lear.
In good sooth Nay.

Flo.
Floride, Ha, then a Plague, I see, was here
In store, for thee, layd long.

Lear.
Ha ha.

Flo.
for wast
Not this Learchus? whom I did that spite
To make him to stand to the chin so long
In yonder Fount? wast not this Learchus?
Whose Loue I spurned with that hate? yes. Then.
Sweet Learchus, by that Loue thou thou hast borne mee,
By all thy Prayers, by all thy Seruices,
By all thy vowes, I adiure thee by all
Thou wouldest but forgiue and pitie mee.

Lear.
No, in Sooth, I say.

Flo.
And why? Learchus.

Lear.
Florida, since thou hadst that Hearte to make
Mee stand so long in wet as with the same
Behold my Sinewes yet be shrunk and numb
And hadst that Hearte to guerdon mee with the
Extremity of a Schornfull dealing
I see no reason why but that thou mayst,
Floride, suffer awhile that mod'rate Kiln
To purifye your carrian corps of filth
And of th'ordure with which it is infect.

Flo.
I haue beene too vnthankfull I confesse,
To guerdon thy seruices, and thy meritt,
And all thy golden dewtyes with that Scoff,
But, Ha, Learchus, Know the Gods forgiue,
As they see cause and Tyme requiring it,
The wayd offences of a Pœnitent,
Then thou, that resemblest them so in shape,
vpon th'Aboundant streams of these watry Founts
shewe some remorse to an afflicted Mayde.

Lear.
If wealth were brought to counteruayle the Sand,
If all that Gold that euer Sea conteynd
Were spewd by force of waues into my bosome,
I would not yet release or pitie you.

Flo.
Is there no hope of my releasement? say,
But lyke vnto a Lembick drop by drop
Shall I consume to Hyle, within this Kiln?

Lear.
Madame, no Remedy, therefore content you.

Flo.
yet allowe mee one drop to coole my Toung.

Lear.
The Fount long since by mee is drunk and gone.

Flo.
Villaine, Rascall, Rogue, Theife, Tyraunt, Butcher.

Lear.
Tis not whot but that you may endure it,
Then with thy clamour make not you it whotter,
For as I see by Tenour of thy Toung
There is no coale so whot as a woman's wrong.

Flo.
O woefull doome to silly mee thrown down.

Lear.
So I leaue thee in thy propper kind
A faire example for all womankind.

Flo.
Florida, since there is no Remedy
Set greife to Hearte, dispaire, lay down to dye.

and

SCEN 3.

The Direction.
Picus
in Saphoes attyre, and in Skin other lyknes ouer his face, sowing in a Samplar, soft singing to herself Sir Philips Song ( The Time hath beene etcæt) to the tune of Green sleeues, being but a by-song to this Pastorall, sayd as followes.
Sir Philip Sydneis Song.
The Tyme hath beene that a Taudry lace
Or a Bonnet for my Ladyes grace.
A Ring of a Rish or Needles case
Would make any Lady to loue mee,
But now the world is grown so ritch,
They will haue it be it ne'er so mich,
Yet by your leaue they will keepe no tich,
The which doth not a little moue mee,
Fye vpon honestie Fye.
Your heade is full of Jelouzie.
There is no fault in my Lady
For to suspect the contrarye.

Philip Sydneye Knight. Picus alone.
Pic.
It was a Tyme when gallant Caualleeres
To please their Dames abandond Speare and sheild
And tooke the Rayle and Rocke, But now's the Tyme
Faeryes of former dayes Symplicity
Must doff their kind and habit to be auengd
On a Faeryes Treachery; Hercules
Tooke Needle to sowe in his Ladyes Samplar,
Picus I, to pricke my Dame a Leçon,
Joue Dians shape to obtayne a Goddesse, I
A womans to beguile a woman. Now,
Mistris Camilla, looke vnto your self,
I'haue besome, faith, in brine to breetch you with,
But what? He that enuironeth a Praye
Must waite his Tyme and catch it when he may.
Then be thou ready, Picus, with thy wyles,
Thy cases, thy vizards and deuices
This foreintended Comædy to Act
Now on the stage of her vntowardnes.
It was a Fashion among the Romanes
To celebrate the Holiday of Risus
(When eury Hed did grin and shew the Teeth)
With some Ridiculous and notorious Jeast,
Now then if Risus be a God as well
I do account him, I will so Polish
His spleene with the Fyle of a Jeast, that from
God Laughter I will make him to become
God Rupture, For as a Pickle of Mirth
Applyde on some will cause men gently laugh,
So the same practised vpon an Elf
Will force them burst their bounds which Bounds
Once burst a Rupture must ensewe. But what?
Least lyke an vnskilfull Preacher that drawes
His Prayer longer then he does his Sermon,
I wrest my Prologue longer then my Playe,
Since lusty gallants I am alone here
In silent groues with which there euer is
Such Joint affinity with Harmonye
I'll giue you my voice yet ere Play begin.

The Fifth Song.

SCEN 4.

Camilla Picus.
Cam.
Pastorall, God speede, this the way? I pray,
Vnto the Keepers Lodge?

Pic.
Madame the way.

Cam.
I haue seene thee oft, yet wel know not how
To tearme thee by thy name.

Pic.
Sapho, Madame,
Vpon the Report of your high desert
On any tyme is ready consecrate
Her self and seruice to your sole behest.

Cam.
Not her, I troe, that keepes Sir Dauids sheepe.

Pic.
Faire Madame, her that keepes Sir Dauids sheepe.

Cam.
Trust mee a goodly Flock, and not vnlyke
Either in shape, or brightnes of their woole
Vnto their Keeper. But prithy Shephardesse
Set mee in my way, And for thy paine
I will reward thee to thyne own content.

Pic.
Madame, if you would but vouchsafe to grace
Our homely Tenement with the August
Presence of your Maiesty to my poore
Hability you should be entertayned
With a small collation before you went.

Cam.
Wee thank thee, Sapho, wee be bound to thee.
But leade the way, after this weary Toyle
I haue neede of much refreshment by my Faith.

Pic.
Enter in there, I will follow you

Cam.
Foth.

Pic.
Does not the sent of the Parlour lyke you?

Went sowing still as he spake.

Cam.
Sapho, what strang Indignity is this?
Thou hast offerd to our Person

Pic.
What does
Your honoured Ladiship ayle? I prey.

Cam.
Behold thou hast include mee in a Cott
Tapistred with Cats and Fowëns.

Pic.
Sweet Faerye,
Did you think it possible? Play your prank
On a Faery of lyke Skill and Power,
Then in full Triumphe voyd of ill to passe
Discharged of the lyke?

Cam.
why? good woman,
Euer did I thee Injury thou shouldst
Abuse mee in this sort? say, what art thou?
Or whats the cause thou shouldst cast so foule a
Reproch into my Teeth?

Pic.
Picus forsooth.

Cam.
Picus turnd to Sapho! Hoa.

Pic.
I, I wisse.

Cam.
Picus! o Gods omnipotent, who would
Haue euer thought Picus the gemme of Elues,
Picus the Flower of Elues t'haue gone about
T'inuite his Camilla to such a Feast?

Pic.
If the Musk agree not with your nose, Madame,
I may not doe, yet this I will be sworne
Tis the best and sweetest my Cats may forde mee.

Cam.
But tell me, Picus, I prithy, is there
No hope of my release? Good Picus, say.

Pic.
No in right Sooth, Madame.

Cam.
Then by that dart.

Pic.
The point of it is broaken.

Cam.
That struck thee.

Pic.
Say your mind.

Cam.
Thou wouldst now at last remitt
Mee this Pestiferous Hell.

Pic.
Would you loue mee then

Cam.
Yea double my Loue, Lord Picus, I would.

Pic.
Ha ha.

Cam.
Why laugh you, Sweet.

Pic.
if you had sayn
You would haue forgone half I would haue easd you,
But being you'll double it as you say
Which is ominous vnto mee as Hell
There I wish you abide to smother it.

Cam.
Yet, loe, for all this Iniury thou hast
Inflict on mee how deiect a Suppliaunt
I do in eury point become vnto thee
The dire Executioner of my woe.

Pic.
Rayle and you will, who letteth you? I pray.

Cam.
Wilt not release mee? good Picus, say.

Pic.
Sooner shall Horse forrage in liquid Aire,
Sooner Fish destitute their Spawn on Trees,
Then that I do release or pitie you.

Cam.
Is this your finall Resolution? Ha.

Pic.
I, For such the trewe common saying goes,
Such as you bake such lykwise you must brewe.
So, loe, I leaue you to your self alone,
To warble, daunce, Pipe, wayle, groane or moane.

Cam.
O ruthles Tyraunt of silly mee forgone.

Pic.
I, doe, curse, ban, exclaime and shame thy self.

Cam.
Vnto the Gods I yeild my quick Release.

SCEN 5.

She held a Breife in her hand.

Fancia Hippolon in a Batchlour Habit And cornerd Cap, in lyknes of Sir Dauid.
Fan.
Doe you assure mee? Mr Schoolemaster,
This charme thrise repeated ouer will bring
By vertue of his operous force, The
Hunter Sylius in compasse of my will?

Hipp.
Madame, I say not soe vnles you doe
Obserue such circumstances as I shall
Præscribe vnto you as Things requisite
And fitting in the case.

Fan.
Master, your rule?

Hipp.
First you must repeate the spell three tymes,
Then whistle, once, betweene, and then repeate
As oft, Then whistle long, and then repeate,
So Incessauntly till the Sun be down,
Eftsoones by a Scroll let into your lap,
Of woundrous Force and Operation,
Madame, you shall be instruct what to doe.

Fan.
All this I can and will Perfourme, Sir Dauid.

Hipp.
I had forgot, this must be done looking
Steddily against the Sun, For if neuer
So little you clin th'eye the charme will breake,
And you in same order you were before.

Fan.
Prithy, Dauid, giue it its Tyme once more.

Hipp.
Bat Bat beare away,
If thou hearst this way,
Come by myne eare away
And for thy here away
Take a peice of toasted cheese. Wheu.

He whisteld.

Fan.
Now I shall carry it sure.

Hipp.
Good Madame,
Be carefull in the circumstance, For then
I warrant you the successe.

Fan.
Fear thou not.

Hipp.
So leauing your Ladiship to the deede
I wish your honour suddenly to speede.

Fan.
Master, if any way I may thee steede
I'll be prest to further thee in thy neede.

Hipp.
Why, I do thank your good Honour for it.

Fan.
Mighty Jupiter, if it be thy will
Grace my attempt and graunt mee Syluius will.

Here she layd her self along on the bank pillow to her hed.

Syluius is wise, Syluius is Trim,
Syluius a Lord, Syluius a King,
Syluius is Rich, Syluius is strong,
Syluius is straite, Syluius is long,
Syluius can Run, Syluius can Ring,
Syluius can leape, Syluius can fling,
Syluius does shoote, Syluius does Swim,
Syluius will daunce, Syluius will sing,

can can

Syluius, in humaine shape, but one,
And yet all these is Syluius alone.
Then, Fancia, compose thee on the Sorrell,
And call thou lowd on Syluius in thy spell.

Here she executed the Spell that was inioined her. Bat Bat etcæt.

Sun's down and loe the Scrolle within thy lap.

The Direction.
She had no sooner executed the whole præcept many tymes as might suffice, but a Scrolle fell into her lap from aboue, which was this
Fan.
[reades.]

Syluius remayneth in that Brick you see, and
in that Cott there is a banquet to entertayne him, Quickly hie,
and looke for the Keyes behind that Oake.

Fan.

Excellent, I will euen Presently take the Keyes, and see.
Villaine.

SCEN 6.

Florida Fancia.
Flo.

Callst mee villaine?

Fan.

No, But I prithy, who hath sublimated thee into a Cherubin,
so?

Flo.

Thou? who hath transformed thee into an howlet?
woman.

Fan.

With looking on the Sun, I am.

Flo.

Ist an Eclipse?

Fan.

In myne eyes it is.

Flo.

Prithy, How?

Fan.

Looking for Syluius in the Sun, Dauid told mee I
should find him in that kiln you see, And that there was a Banquit
in that Cott to entertayne him, when Mistaking thee for Sir
Dauid his bare Buttocks I called thee villaine for him.

Flo.

I smell a Catt, Foh.

Fan.

So do I, Florida.

Flo.

If Camilla be not shutt into that Catt-cotte, I will weare
the Cats about my neck for Pomanders, Fancia.

Fan.

I will tearme the whole Pack a Base of Three pyld
Villanie, Florida.

Flo.

Goe wee see. Come.

Fan.

Agreed. Whoope, Camilla!

Flo.

I told you so.

Fan.

Where hast beene Rufflin? Sirrha.

SCEN 7.

Camilla Fancia Florida.
Cam.

Who has play'd the Laundresse with your eyes you?

Flo.

Come, Come, Part of the banquit, Camilla.

Cam.

Lyck you the dishes, for I haue surfetted.

Fan.

Who was graund Master of the Feast? say you.

Cam.

Picus was.

Flo.

Couldst not beware of one that was Pikt? Foole.

Cam.

For he came to mee in Saphoes woollen Symplicity.

Flo.

Learchus to mee in Christophell fooles vizard.

Fan.

Hippolon to mee in Dauid Knaues long gown, Now
I concieue him right and trewe.

Cam.

O villainous Race of Masculines.

Flo.

Wee haue playd them as good. Therefore, come, come,
now lets mock at them.

Fan.

Agreed.

Flo.

I warrant, when Learchus was in the well he daunct
there the Canaria with his heeles, Fancia.

Fan.

So diddest thou when he bated thee in that kiln. Florida.

Cam.

I wonder the Bees found honey in Picus he being a
man so repleate with Filth.

Flo.

Possible, lyke to a Theife, when a Man carryes no money
about him the Bees coursd him for very spite.

Fan.

Neuer Hackney hath beene so coursd as my Hackney
hath beene.

Flo.

Hauing so many Hornes about his eares he could not
then but gallop the Post sure.

Fan.

Other haue run, I set furth my eyes.

Cam.

Where dropt they? say.

Fan.

Why ask you?

Cam.

For there is no better orient to be found.

Fan.

Sister, can you spare one ounce of your Musk?

Cam.

A shop full, Mary.

Fan.

Ist Right Amber?

Cam.

Best my Catts may yeild mee.

Fan.

Thanks, Sister, Long shall fetch it.

Flo.

What's to be done now? Sisters Three.

Cam.

Swallowe wee the drench, then turne wee home Three,
to my Lady, like Michers three to see, sey wee.

Fan.

If wee bring her not in our dayes account before it be
night, wee, shall stand Three before her lyke vnto that Foxe
that once lost her Tayle.

Flo.
With Lawe or outlay rush wee on the Deere, Sisters.

Cam.
Agreed, I do feare a Leash as a collyars Mare a whip.

Fan.
Hie wee all least wee kick the heeles all. Come.

SCEN 8.

Learchus Picus Hippolon.
Lear.
Hippolon and Picus, well mett you be.
Say, how went your Plotts to day? saye o saye.

Pic.
Luckily myne as I could wish, my Lord.

Hipp.
Myne, with Pace, as sure as Trot, I troe.

Lear.
But come, say you both, I beseech you, how?

Pic.
By a sleight and queint deuice I gat my Dame
Into a stinking Cott where she bewayld
Most clamourously her afflicted Throwe.

Lear.
But letst her furth on that complaint? Sirrha,

Pic.
First did I wish her hangd, I vowe. But thou?

Lear.
Neuer Beare so daunced the Canarye
As I made myne to daunce it in that Kiln

Hipp.
I made myne so to looke against the Sun,
I am right sure she neuer will hencefurth
Looke on him more.

Pic.
But was she not Backward
To beleeue thee so?

Hipp.
No verily No.

Lear.
Why? I pray you, why?

Hipp.
She was wood for one
Calld Syluius.

Pic.
That curmugeon of our woods?

Hipp.
The same, The same, I do assure you trewe.

Lear.
Good subiect hadst to work on, Hippolon.

Hipp.
So persuaded I am. But how now thou?

Lear.
By that the Lawe of Lex Talionis sure,
For as I lookt wan by water myself,
So she for one draught too of Cold water
Endurde high burning of the face for same.

Pic.
My sweet hearte I am sure is perfumed
Against her Marriage day most sweetly.

Hipp.
Myne may leade the Blindman's Curranto
At her wedding day too, Ha ha.

Pic.
Ha ha.

Lear.
Ha ha. nay nay they be Three am assurde
Layd vp in Lauender against that day.
But come, Lets now waite on Orion all,
Who by this is with Hypsiphyle on
Conclusion for this dayes sport.

Pic.
If wee
Linger neuer so little wee shall tast
The leash sure.

Lear.
Then come away strait, I say.

Pic.
And obserue wee how the whoores will looke vs
In the face to day.

Hipp.
yes by my Troth lets
Come.

Lear.
O come away, Hoa.

Both
wee come we come

SCEN 9.

Dauid Atys Hylas Christophel Sapho.
Dau.
Thou Garbidge of Babylon.

Hyl.
Or Guardbag of the Bubell.

Dau.
Hast beene ruffling with Ruffins? Say.

Saph.
No, Sir.

Christ.
Hooke off I pray you.

Sir, verily.

Dau.
I will leaue thee bare as my Bum.

At.
You haue bared hers, I suppose.

Dau.
How camst furth my verge? Ha.

Saph.
I was forced away.

Dau.
No force.

Hyl.
No force yet vpon her, Sir Dauid.

Dau.

Seest not lyke an Apothecary I carry life and Death
along with mee? Ha.

Saph.

Life, my Belly may witnes, See.

Hyl.

Furth with thy Suppositorye and giue her A Purge

strait.

Dau.

Suppose I doe, what's the sequence thereof?

Hyl.

You would but emancipate your spleene for an ex case,

loe.

Dau.

Cypher mee but down the summe of him now. Come.

Hyl.

Sir, thus. As wee walked along yonder Hedge you see,

wee all fled, all vs I may well say, From a Beast, I will be
sworne, The Lord God of Heauen neuer created.

Dau.

Hath there beene a Flood of late? Say.

Christ.

Of which of the Floods speaketh he, may it be suppos'd,
Troe,

Dau.

If there hath beene a Flood it is a Monster, if not any,
it may well stand for a Miracle.

At.

Truly Goodman Flud had but newe shorne his close

before wee come thither.

Christ.

Oh ho.

Dau.

Quid mihi cum homine? Hath there beene a Flood, a
Deludge, a Cataract, or Cataclysme? say I beseech you?

At.

Jupiter threatened vs Three Tymes to teeme his whole
Pis-pot vpon vs.

Dau.

Belyke, he supposd you Fiddlers.

Christ.

Joues Egle snappeth not at Flyes I am persuaded.

At.

If he had wee would haue made Heauen whot for him
and for his Egle.

Christ.

So did the Gyaunts, and he made the Earth whot for
them.

Hyl.

Pray, M
r Schoole-master, resolue vs our Probleme.

Dau.

Demonstrata autem.

Hyl.

What is Jupiter's pisse off?

Dau.

Of Balme I suppose him to be.

Christ.

Would I had of it for the Kybes.

Dau.

Tis the dewe of the welkin.

Hyl.

Why I pray you drinking Nectar voydeth he but such
thin geare then?

Dau.

Quod supra nos nihil ad nos.

Hyl.

Sir, I thank you.

Dau.

Wee haue bated long in this Diuerticle, Goe wee now
therefore to the Shambles, all wee I say, wee may there displaye
the Anathomy of this creature you talk.

At.

The Foote of an Egle, the Back of a Beare, the Belly of
an Ounce, A neck of nothing, and the head of a Scullian, with
an Appendix of hornes, directly butting from him, furth fro.

Dau.

Jupiter burst thou not open the Bulk of my Patience.

Hyl.

Sir Priscian? what ayle you?

Dau.

Knowledge and Ignorance be at buffets in my brayne
concerning the Abiect, See.

At.

Hereupon your Judgement. I pray, Sir.

Dau.

Shewe mee but his hole.

At.

There.

Hyl.

Loe, he now peepeth furth to you also.

SCEN 10.

Salomon Atys Hylas Sapho Christophel Dauid.
Sal.

Kelowe.

Dau.

He is nothing, An Idole, A Chimæra, Chimæra.

Sal.

Kelowe.

At.

Why not Scoggins Beast as well?

Dau.

Difference is, The one sheweth the hed, the other
shewed his Tayle.

Christ.

I beleeue he be Siccius Dentatus his ghost, he so
grinneth on vs, loe.

Sal.

Kelowe.

Dau.

I haue a charme will fetch him; I will but into the
Sexton for Bell and for Holy-water and come to you Incontinentlye

Hyl.

John of the Towns-end being asked what was his
opinion of a dewe worme he sayd he was a Thing, And M
r Schoolmaster that is learned being demaunded his of no Abiect
Animall by the Rood, he affirmeth him to be No Thing.

At.

I say he is above a Thing, For he is compact of many
Things.

Christ.

I wonder whither there be Faeryes?

At.

A Butcher looked about for a knife he held in his Mouth,
And he a Faery himself enquireth whither there be any. Buze.

Saph.

For to assure you there be Faeryes I will tell you what
I did myself Gentlemen.

Christ.

Repeate now.

Saph.

Vpon a Tyme in lykenes of a Flye I fell into an old

womans cherne, where with the Mylk so long I did piddle,
where with the creame so long I did Fiddle, that the wise
women of the Parish being brought thither to vncharme him by
their spells, For all the Buttoning of their Buttocks they could
not bring him to Butter all.

Christ.

A Syllabub it was I warrant before thou left it,
Sapho.

Saph.

Hardst euer a flye to pisse? Asse.

Christ.

T'haue gone to stoole I haue.

At.

Now will you heare what I did?

Christ.

With our heartes bvote. Atys.

At.

Once on a S
t Clement's night I fell into a Barbers Bolle

in forme of a Crab, where so long I bobd against the Mouth of
him betweene wind and water, that in spite of his Nose to the
pleasure of the whole companye of beholders there, he went to
bed sober as he sat down.

Hyl.

Meane while thou soakest in the whole liquour, Atys.

At.

I, and it soaked mee into my own Airie shape again too.

Hyl.

Now for mee, Sir, I pray you.

Christ.

Say, wee do heare.

Hyl.

I crept, on a tyme, betweene a Gentlewomans legges in
her sleepe, in lyknes of a Flea, she supposing it had beene a
lowse caught mee betweene superficies of her finger and
Thumbe, when as I by reason of that small corpulence I then
possessed, slipping furth her nayles kept such a Tickling in her
concauitye the whiles, she ran lyke a mad Cowe about chamber
all that night, till being broade day (As Faeryes shun the morning
starr) I then lept Right from furth her, So vanisht into myne
own Airie shape againe too.

Christ.

Why diddest not thou then get her with child?
Sirrha Boye.

Hyl.

If I had then gotten her with child, being then far lesse
then I am now myself, I might so haue engendred on her a
Thing called Just, Good or little as Nothing.

Christ.

Oh ho.

At.

Prithy, Brown Sapho, why being so long in the cherne
forgattest thou to wash thy face there.

Saph.

Atys, the Gods Metamorphose, not I.

At.

I will be my witnes since the Tyme the Goddesse Mother
cut away my stones.

Hyl.

I, since the tyme they new christend mee in a bucket of
water, I suppose.

Christ.

What's to be done now? the Schoole-master is falln a
sleepe, I suppose him trewe.

Hyl.

Into some dike, I beleeue.

At.

I think he be berayd.

Saph.

Goe wee gather the Nutts he hath botterd, If wee
find him, so, if not, there be many moe.

Hyl.

Quod sub intelligitur non deest. Come.

Christ.

Yet come your wayes, Let vs but eate one messe of
creame, after come furth seeke him, where wee lost him, Faith.

At.

With our whole heartes, M
r Christophel.

Hyl.

First a Song, wee all do beseech you, Sir.

The Sixth Song.

Here they knockt vp the Consort.