Part 16

4. COUNTREYMAN. We may goe whistle: all the fat’s i’th fire.

SCHOOLMASTER. We have, As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile, We have beene FATUUS, and laboured vainely.

2. COUNTREYMAN. This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding, That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here, Cicely the Sempsters daughter: The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin; Nay and she faile me once—you can tell, Arcas, She swore by wine and bread, she would not breake.

SCHOOLMASTER. An Eele and woman, A learned Poet sayes, unles by’th taile And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile. In manners this was false position

1. COUNTREYMAN. A fire ill take her; do’s she flinch now?

3. COUNTREYMAN. What Shall we determine, Sir?

SCHOOLMASTER. Nothing. Our busines is become a nullity; Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.

4. COUNTREYMAN. Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it, Now to be frampall, now to pisse o’th nettle! Goe thy waies; ile remember thee, ile fit thee.

DAUGHTER. [Sings.]

The George alow came from the South, From the coast of Barbary a. And there he met with brave gallants of war By one, by two, by three, a.

Well haild, well haild, you jolly gallants, And whither now are you bound a? O let me have your company [Chaire and stooles out.] Till (I) come to the sound a.

There was three fooles, fell out about an howlet: The one sed it was an owle, The other he sed nay, The third he sed it was a hawke, And her bels wer cut away.

3. COUNTREYMAN. Ther’s a dainty mad woman M(aiste)r Comes i’th Nick, as mad as a march hare: If wee can get her daunce, wee are made againe: I warrant her, shee’l doe the rarest gambols.

1. COUNTREYMAN. A mad woman? we are made, Boyes.

SCHOOLMASTER. And are you mad, good woman?

DAUGHTER. I would be sorry else; Give me your hand.

SCHOOLMASTER. Why?

DAUGHTER. I can tell your fortune. You are a foole: tell ten. I have pozd him: Buz! Friend you must eate no whitebread; if you doe, Your teeth will bleede extreamely. Shall we dance, ho? I know you, y’ar a Tinker: Sirha Tinker, Stop no more holes, but what you should.

SCHOOLMASTER. Dij boni. A Tinker, Damzell?

DAUGHTER. Or a Conjurer: Raise me a devill now, and let him play Quipassa o’th bels and bones.

SCHOOLMASTER. Goe, take her, And fluently perswade her to a peace: Et opus exegi, quod nec Iouis ira, nec ignis. Strike up, and leade her in.

2. COUNTREYMAN. Come, Lasse, lets trip it.

DAUGHTER. Ile leade. [Winde Hornes.]

3. COUNTREYMAN. Doe, doe.

SCHOOLMASTER. Perswasively, and cunningly: away, boyes, [Ex. all but Schoolemaster.] I heare the hornes: give me some meditation, And marke your Cue.—Pallas inspire me.

THESEUS. This way the Stag tooke.

SCHOOLMASTER. Stay, and edifie.

THESEUS. What have we here?