¶Enter Gonorill and Gentleman.
¶Gon. Did my Father
strike my gentleman for chi
¶ding of his
foole?
510Gon. By day and night he wrongs me,
¶Euery houre he fla
shes into one gro
sse crime or other
¶That
sets vs all at ods, ile not indure it,
¶His Knights grow ryotous, and him
selfe obrayds vs,
¶On euery trifell when he returnes from hunting,
515I will not
speake with him,
say I am
sicke,
¶If you come
slacke of former
seruices,
¶You
shall doe well, the fault of it ile an
swere.
¶Gent. Hee's coming Madam, I heare him.
¶Gon. Put on what wearie negligence you plea
se,
520you and your
fellow
seruants, i'de haue it come in que
stion,
¶if he di
slike it, let
him to our
si
ster,
¶who
se mind and mine I know in that are one,
522.1not to be ouerruld; idle old man that
still would manage tho
se
¶authorities that hee hath giuen away, now by my life old fooles
¶are babes again, & mu
st be vs'd with checkes as flatteries, when
they are
seene abu
sd,
¶remember what I tell you.
525Gon. And let his Knights haue colder looks among
¶you, what
growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes so, I would breed
526.1from hence occa
sions, and I
shall, that I may
speake,
¶ile write
straight to my
si
ster to hould my very cour
se, goe pre
¶pare for
dinner.
