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patch with him; Or very near:  well; I will say two hours; Two hours?  ha!  things never dreamt of yet May be contrived; ay; and effected too; In two hours' absence:  well; I will not go。 Two hours; no; fleering opportunity; I will not give your treachery that scope。 Who will not judge him worthy to be robb'd; That sets his doors wide open to a thief; And shews the felon where his treasure lies? Again; what earthy spirit but will attempt To taste the fruit of beauty's golden tree; When leaden sleep seals up the dragon's eyes? Oh; beauty is a project of some power; Chiefly when opportunity attends her: She will infuse true motion in a stone; Put glowing fire in an icy soul; Stuff peasants' bosoms with proud Caesar's spleen; Pour rich device into an empty brain: Bring youth to folly's gate:  there train him in; And after all; extenuate his sin。 Well; I will not go; I am resolved for that。 Go; carry it again:  yet stay:  yet do too; I will defer it till some other time。

'ENTER PISO。 PIS。  Sir。 Signior Platano will meet you there with the bond。

THO。  That's true:  by Jesu; I had clean forgot it。 I must go; what's a clock?

PIS。  Past ten; sir。

THO。  'Heart; then will Prospero presently be here too; With one or other of his loose consorts。 I am a Jew if I know what to say; What course to take; or which way to resolve。 My brain (methinks) is like an hour…glass; And my imaginations like the sands Run dribbling forth to fill the mouth of time; Still changed with turning in the ventricle。 What were I best to do?  it shall be so。 Nay; I dare build upon his secrecy。  Piso。

PIS。  Sir。

THO。  Yet now I have bethought me too; I will not。 Is Cob within?

PIS。  I think he be; sir。

THO。  But he'll prate too; there's no talk of him。 No; there were no course upon the earth to this; If I durst trust him; tut; I were secure; But there's the question now; if he should prove; 'Rimarum plenus'; then; 'sblood; I were rook'd。 The state that he hath stood in till this present Doth promise no such change:  what should I fear then? Well; come what will; I'll tempt my fortune once。 Piso; thou mayest deceive me; but I think thou lovest me; Piso。

PIS。  Sir; if a servant's zeal and humble duty may be term'd love; you are possest of it。

THO。  I have a matter to impart to thee; but thou must be secret; Piso。

PIS。  Sir; for that 

THO。  Nay; hear me; man; think I esteem thee well; To let thee in thus to my private thoughts; Piso; it is a thing sits nearer to my crest; Than thou art 'ware of; if thou should'st reveal it 

PIS。  Reveal it; sir?

THO。  Nay; I do not think thou would'st; but if thou should'st 

PIS。  Sir; then I were a villain: Disclaim in me for ever if I do。

THO。  He will not swear:  he has some meaning; sure; Else (being urged so much) how should he choose; But lend an oath to all this protestation? He is no puritan; that I am certain of。 What should I think of it?  urge him again; And in some other form:  I will do so。 Well; Piso; thou has sworn not to disclose; ay; you did swear?

PIS。  Not yet; sir; but I will; so please you。

THO。  Nay; I dare take thy word。 But if thou wilt swear; do as you think good; I am resolved without such circumstance。

PIS。  By my soul's safety; sir; I here protest; My tongue shall ne'er take knowledge of a word Deliver'd me in compass of your trust。

THO。  Enough; enough; these ceremonies need not; I know thy faith to be as firm as brass。 Piso; come hither:  nay; we must be close In managing these actions:  So it is; (Now he has sworn I dare the safelier speak;) I have of late by divers observations  But; whether his oath be lawful; yea; or no?   ha! I will ask counsel ere I do proceed: Piso; it will be now too long to stay; We'll spy some fitter time soon; or to…morrow。

PIS。  At your pleasure; sir。

THO。  I pray you search the books 'gainst I return For the receipts 'twixt me and Platano。

PIS。  I will; sir。

THO。  And hear you:  if my brother Prospero Chance to bring hither any gentlemen Ere I come back; let one straight bring me word。

PIS。  Very well; sir。

THO。  Forget it not; nor be not you out of the way。

PIS。  I will not; sir。

THO。  Or whether he come or no; if any other; Stranger or else:  fail not to send me word。

PIS。  Yes; sir。

THO。  Have care; I pray you; and remember it。

PIS。  I warrant you; sir。

THO。  But; Piso; this is not the secret I told thee of。

PIS。  No; sir; I suppose so。

THO。  Nay; believe me; it is not。

PIS。  I do believe you; sir。

THO。  By heaven it is not; that's enough。 Marry; I would not thou should'st utter it to any creature living; Yet I care not。 Well; I must hence:  Piso; conceive thus much; No ordinary person could have drawn So deep a secret from me; I mean not this; But that I have to tell thee:  this is nothing; this。 Piso; remember; silence; buried here: No greater hell than to be slave to fear。 'EXIT THO。

PIS。  Piso; remember; silence; buried here: When should this flow of passion (trow) take head?  ha! Faith; I'll dream no longer of this running humour; For fear I sink; the violence of the stream Already hath transported me so far That I can feel no ground at all:  but soft; 'ENTER COB。 Oh; it's our water…bearer:  somewhat has crost him now。

COB。  Fasting days:  what tell you me of your fasting days?  would they were all on a light fire for me:  they say the world shall be consumed with fire and brimstone in the latter day:  but I would we had these ember weeks and these villainous Fridays burnt in the mean time; and then 

PIS。  Why; how now; Cob!  what moves thee to this choler; ha?

COB。  Collar; sir?  'swounds; I scorn your collar; I; sir; am no collier's horse; sir; never ride me with your collar; an you do; I'll shew you a jade's trick。

PIS。  Oh; you'll slip your head out of the collar:  why; Cob; you mistake me。

COB。  Nay; I have my rheum; and I be angry as well as another; sir。

PIE。  Thy rheum?  thy humour; man; thou mistakest。

COB。  Humour?  mack; I think it be so indeed:  what is this humour?  it's some rare thing; I warrant。

PIS。  Marry; I'll tell thee what it is (as 'tis generally received in these days):  it is a monster bred in a man by self…love and affectation; and fed by folly。

COB。  How?  must it be fed?

PIS。  Oh ay; humour is nothing if it be not fed; why; didst thou never hear of that?  it's a common phrase; 〃Feed my humour〃。

COB。  I'll none on it:  humour; avaunt; I know you not; be gone。  Let who will make hungry meals for you; it shall not be I:  Feed you; quoth he? 'sblood; I have much ado to feed myself; especially on these lean rascal days too; an't had been any other day but a fasting day:  a plague on them all for me:  by this light; one might have done God good service and have drown'd them all in the flood two or three hundred thousand years ago; oh; I do stomach them hugely:  I have a maw now; an't were for Sir Bevis's horse。

PIS。  Nay; but I pray thee; Cob; what makes thee so out of love with fasting days?

COB。  Marry; that that will make any man out of love with them; I think: their bad conditions; an you will needs know:  First; they are of a Flemish breed; I am sure on't; for they raven up more butter than all the days of the week beside:  next; they stink of fish miserably:  thirdly; they'll keep a man devoutly hungry all day; and at night send him supperless to bed。

PIS。  Indeed; these are faults; Cob。

COB。  Nay; an this were all; 'twere something; but they are the only known enemies to my generation。  A fasting day no sooner comes; but my lineage goes to rack; poor Cobs; they smoke for it; they melt in passion; and your maids too know this; and yet would have me turn Hannibal; and eat my own fish and blood:  my princely coz; 'PULLS OUT A RED HERRING。' fear nothing; I have not the heart to devour you; an I might be made as rich as Golias: oh; that I had room for my tears; I could weep salt water enough now to preserve the lives of ten thousand of my kin:  but I may curse none but these filthy Almanacks; for an 'twere not for them; these days of persecution would ne'er be known。  I'll be hang'd an some fishmonger's son do not make on them; and puts in more fasting days than he should do; because he would utter his father's dried stock…fish。

PIS。  'Soul; peace; thou'lt be beaten like a stockfish else:  here is Signior Matheo。 'ENTER MATHEO; PROSPERO; LORENZO JUNIOR; BOBADILLA; STEPHANO; MUSCO。 Now must I look out for a messenger to my master。 'EXEUNT COB AND PISO。


SCENE II。

PROS。  Beshrew me; but it was an absolute good jest; and exceedingly well carried。

LOR。 JU。  Ay; and our ignorance maintain'd it as well; did it not?

PROS。  Yes; faith; but was't possible thou should'st not know him?

LOR。 JU。  'Fore God; not I; an I might have been join'd patten with one of the nine worthies for knowing him。  'Sblood; man; he had so writhen himself into the habit of one of your poor Disparview's here; your decayed; ruinous; worm…eaten gentlemen of the round:  such as have vowed to sit on the skirts of the city; let your Provost and his half dozen of halberdiers do what they can; and have translated begging out of the old hackney pace; to a fine easy amble; and made it run as smooth off the tongue as a shove…groat shilling; into the likeness of one of these lean Pirgo's; had he moulded himself so perfectly; observing every trick of their action; as varying the accent:  swearing with an emphasis。  Indeed; all with so special and exquisite a grace; that (hadst thou seen him) thou would'st have sworn he might have been the Tamberlane; or the Agamemnon on the rout。

PROS。  Why; Musco; who would have thought thou hadst been such a gallant?

LOR。 JU。  I cannot tell; but (unless a man had juggled begging all his life time; and been a weaver of phrases from his infancy; for the apparelling of it) I think the world cannot produce his rival。

PROS。  Where got'st thou this coat; I marle?

MUS。  Faith; sir; I had it of one of the devil's near kinsmen; a broker。

PROS。  That cannot be; if the proverb hold; a crafty knave needs no broker。

MUS。  True; sir; but I need a broker; ergo; no crafty knave。

PROS。  Well put off; well put off。

LOR。 JU。  Tut; he has more of these shifts。

MUS。  And yet where I have one; th

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