312Arma. Boy, What signe is it when a man of great

313spirit growes melancholy?

314Boy. A great signe sir, that he will looke sad.

315Brag. Why? sadnesse is one and the selfe-same thing

316deare impe.

317Boy. No no, O Lord sir no.

318Brag. How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy

319my tender Iuuenall?

320Boy. By a familiar demonstration of the working, my

321tough signeur.

322Brag. Why tough signeur? Why tough signeur?

323Boy. Why tender Iuuenall? Why tender Iuuenall?

324Brag. I spoke it tender Iuuenall, as a congruent apa-

325thaton, appertaining to thy young daies, which we may

326nominate tender.

327Boy. And I tough signeur, as an appertinent title to

328your olde time, which we may name tough.

329Brag. Pretty and apt.

330Boy. How meane you sir, I pretty, and my saying apt?

331or I apt, and my saying prettie?

332Brag. Thou pretty because little.

333Boy. Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt?

334Brag And therefore apt, because quicke.

335Boy. Speake you this in my praise Master?

336Brag. In thy condigne praise.

337Boy. I will praise an Eele with the same praise.

338Brag. What? that an Eele is ingenuous.

339Boy. That an Eeele is quicke.

340Brag. I doe say thou art quicke in answeres. Thou

341heat'st my bloud.

342Boy. I am answer'd sir.

343Brag. I loue not to be crost.

344Boy. He speakes the meere contrary, crosses loue not(him.

345Br. I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke.

346Boy. You may doe it in an houre sir.

347Brag. Impossible.

348Boy. How many is one thrice told?

349Bra. I am ill at reckning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster.

350Boy. You are a gentleman and a gamester sir.

351Brag. I confesse both, they are both the varnish of a

352compleat man.

353Boy. Then I am sure you know how much the grosse

354summe of deus-ace amounts to.

355Brag. It doth amount to one more then two.

356Boy. Which the base vulgar call three.

357Br. True. Boy. Why sir is this such a peece of study?

358Now here's three studied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how

359easie it is to put yeres to the word three, and study three

360yeeres in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

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361Brag. A most fine Figure.

362Boy. To proue you a Cypher.

363Brag. I will heereupon confesse I am in loue: and as

364it is base for a Souldier to loue; so am I in loue with a

365base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour

366of affection, would deliuer mee from the reprobate

367thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and ransome

368him to any French Courtier for a new deuis'd curtsie. I

369thinke scorne to sigh, me thinkes I should out-sweare

370Cupid. Comfort me Boy, What great men haue beene

371in loue?

372Boy. Hercules Master.

373Brag. Most sweete Hercules: more authority deare

374Boy, name more; and sweet my childe let them be men

375of good repute and carriage.

376Boy. Sampson Master, he was a man of good carriage,

377great carriage: for hee carried the Towne-gates on his

378backe like a Porter: and he was in loue.

379Brag. O well-knit Sampson, strong ioynted Sampson;

380I doe excell thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst mee

381in carrying gates. I am in loue too. Who was Sampsons

382loue my deare Moth?

383Boy. A Woman, Master.

384Brag. Of what complexion?

385Boy. Of all the foure, or the three, or the two, or one

386of the foure.

387Brag. Tell me precisely of what complexion?

388Boy. Of the sea-water Greene sir.

389Brag. Is that one of the foure complexions?

390Boy. As I haue read sir, and the best of them too.

391Brag. Greene indeed is the colour of Louers: but to

392haue a Loue of that colour, methinkes Sampson had small

393reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit.

394Boy. It was so sir, for she had a greene wit.

395Brag. My Loue is most immaculate white and red.

396Boy. Most immaculate thoughts Master, are mask'd

397vnder such colours.

398Brag. Define, define, well educated infant.

399Boy. My fathers witte, and my mothers tongue assist

400mee.

401Brag. Sweet inuocation of a childe, most pretty and

402patheticall.

403Boy. If shee be made of white and red,

404Her faults will nere be knowne:

405For blush-in cheekes by faults are bred,

406And feares by pale white showne:

407Then if she feare, or be to blame,

408By this you shall not know,

409For still her cheekes possesse the same,

410Which natiue she doth owe:

412and redde.

413Brag. Is there not a ballet Boy, of the King and the

414Begger?

415Boy. The world was very guilty of such a Ballet some

416three ages since, but I thinke now 'tis not to be found: or

417if it were, it would neither serue for the writing, nor the

418tune.

419Brag. I will haue that subiect newly writ ore, that I

420may example my digression by some mighty president.

421Boy, I doe loue that Countrey girle that I tooke in

422the Parke with the rationall hinde Costard: she deserues

423well.

424Boy. To bee whip'd: and yet a better loue then my

425Master.

426Brag. Sing Boy, my spirit grows heauy in ioue.

427Boy. And that's great maruell, louing a light wench.

428Brag. I say sing.

429Boy. Forbeare till this company be past.

431Const. Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe Co-

432stard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no

433penance, but hee must fast three daies a weeke: for this

434Damsell, I must keepe her at the Parke, shee is alowd for

435the Day-woman. Fare you well. Exit.

436Brag. I do betray my selfe with blushing: Maide.

437Maid. Man.

438Brag. I wil visit thee at the Lodge.

439Maid. That's here by.

440Brag. I know where it is situate.

441Mai. Lord how wise you are!

442Brag. I will tell thee wonders.

443Ma. With what face?

444Brag. I loue thee.

445Mai. So I heard you say.

446Brag. And so farewell.

447Mai. Faire weather after you.

448Clo. Come Iaquenetta, away. Exeunt.

449Brag. Villaine, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere

450thou be pardoned.

451Clo. Well sir, I hope when I doe it, I shall doe it on a

452full stomacke.

453Brag. Thou shalt be heauily punished.

454Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes, for

455they are but lightly rewarded.

456Clo. Take away this villaine, shut him vp.

457Boy. Come you transgressing slaue, away.

458Clow. Let mee not bee pent vp sir, I will fast being

459loose.

460Boy. No sir, that were fast and loose: thou shalt to

461prison.

462Clow. Well, if euer I do see the merry dayes of deso-

463lation that I haue seene, some shall see.

464Boy. What shall some see?

465Clow. Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they

466looke vpon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in their

467words, and therefore I will say nothing: I thanke God, I

468haue as little patience as another man, and therefore I

469can be quiet. Exit.

470Brag. I doe affect the very ground (which is base)

471where her shooe (which is baser) guided by her foote

472(which is basest) doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which

473ia a great argument of falshood) if I loue. And how can

474that be true loue, which is falsly attempted? Loue is a fa-

475miliar, Loue is a Diuell. There is no euill Angell but

476Loue, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excel-

477lent strength: Yet was Salomon so seduced, and hee had

478a very good witte. Cupids Butshaft is too hard for Her-

479cules Clubbe, and therefore too much ods for a Spa-

480niards Rapier: The first and second cause will not serue

481my turne: the Passado hee respects not, the Duello he

482regards not; his disgrace is to be called Boy, but his

483glorie is to subdue men. Adue Valour, rust Rapier, bee

484still Drum, for your manager is in loue; yea hee loueth.

485Assist me some extemporall god of Rime, for I am sure I

486shall turne Sonnet. Deuise Wit, write Pen, for I am for

487whole volumes in folio. Exit.

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