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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.