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COB。  A gentleman in the city; sir。

CLEM。  A gentleman?  what call you him?

COB。  Signior Bobadilla。

CLEM。  Good:  But wherefore did he beat you; sirrah?  how began the quarrel 'twixt you?  ha:  speak truly; knave; I advise you。

COB。  Marry; sir; because I spake against their vagrant tobacco; as I came by them:  for nothing else。

CLEM。  Ha; you speak against tobacco?  Peto; his name。

PET。  What's your name; sirrah?

COB。  Oliver Cob; sir; set Oliver Cob; sir。

CLEM。  Tell Oliver Cob he shall go to the jail。

PET。  Oliver Cob; master Doctor says you shall go to the jail。

COB。  Oh; I beseech your worship; for God's love; dear master Doctor。

CLEM。  Nay; God's precious!  an such drunken knaves as you are come to dispute of tobacco once; I have done:  away with him。

COB。  Oh; good master Doctor; sweet gentleman。

LOR。 SE。  Sweet Oliver; would I could do thee any good; master Doctor; let me intreat; sir。

CLEM。  What?  a tankard…bearer; a thread…bare rascal; a beggar; a slave that never drunk out of better than piss…pot metal in his life; and he to deprave and abuse the virtue of an herb so generally received in the courts of princes; the chambers of nobles; the bowers of sweet ladies; the cabins of soldiers:  Peto; away with him; by God's passion; I say; go to。

COB。  Dear master Doctor。

LOR。 SE。  Alas; poor Oliver。

CLEM。  Peto:  ay:  and make him a warrant; he shall not go; I but fear the knave。

COB。  O divine Doctor; thanks; noble Doctor; most dainty Doctor; delicious Doctor。 'EXEUNT PETO WITH DOB。

CLEM。  Signior Lorenzo:  God's pity; man; Be merry; be merry; leave these dumps。

LOR。 SE。  Troth; would I could; sir:  but enforced mirth (In my weak judgment) has no happy birth。 The mind; being once a prisoner unto cares; The more it dreams on joy; the worse it fares。 A smiling look is to a heavy soul As a gilt bias to a leaden bowl; Which (in itself) appears most vile; being spent To no true use; but only for ostent。

CLEM。  Nay; but; good Signior; hear me a word; hear me a word; your cares are nothing; they are like my cap; soon put on; and as soon put off。  What? your son is old enough to govern himself; let him run his course; it's the only way to make him a staid man:  if he were an unthrift; a ruffian; a drunkard; or a licentious liver; then you had reason:  you had reason to take care:  but being none of these; God's passion; an I had twice so many cares as you have; I'd drown them all in a cup of sack:  come; come; I must your parcel of a soldier returns not all this while。 'EXEUNT。


SCENE IV。  ENTER GIULIANO; WITH BIANCHA。

GIU。  Well; sister; I tell you true:  and you'll find it so in the end。

BIA。  Alas; brother; what would you have me to do?  I cannot help it; you see; my brother Prospero he brings them in here; they are his friends。

GIU。  His friends?  his friends?  'sblood; they do nothing but haunt him up and down like a sort of unlucky sprites; and tempt him to all manner of villainy that can be thought of; well; by this light; a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them; an't were not more for your husband's sake than any thing else; I'd make the house too hot for them; they should say and swear; hell were broken loose; ere they went。  But by God's bread; 'tis nobody's fault but yours; for an you had done as you might have done; they should have been damn'd ere they should have come in; e'er a one of them。

BIA。  God's my life; did you ever hear the like?  what a strange man is this!  could I keep out all them; think you?  I should put myself against half a dozen men; should I?  Good faith; you'd mad the patient'st body in the world; to hear you talk so; without any sense or reason。 'ENTER MATHEO WITH HESPERIDA; BOBADILLA; STEPHANO; LORENZO JUNIOR; PROSPERO; MUSCO。

HESP。  Servant; (in troth) you are too prodigal of your wits' treasu re; thus to pour it forth upon so mean a subject as my worth。

MAT。  You say well; you say well。

GIU。  Hoyday; here is stuff。

LOR。 JU。  Oh now stand close; pray God she can get him to read it。

PROS。  Tut; fear not:  I warrant thee he will do it of himself with much impudency。

HES。  Servant; what is that same; I pray you?

MAT。  Marry; an Elegy; an Elegy; an odd toy。

GIU。  Ay; to mock an ape withal。  O Jesu。

BIA。  Sister; I pray you let's hear it。

MAT。  Mistress; I'll read it; if you please。

HES。  I pray you do; servant。

GIU。  Oh; here's no foppery。  'Sblood; it frets me to the gall to think on it。 'EXIT。

PROS。  Oh ay; it is his condition; peace:  we are fairly rid of him。

MAT。  Faith; I did it in an humour:  I know not how it is; but please you come near; signior:  this gentleman hath judgment; he knows how to censure of a  I pray you; sir; you can judge。

STEP。  Not I; sir:  as I have a soul to be saved; as I am a gentleman。

LOR。 JU。  Nay; it's well; so long as he doth not forswear himself。

BOB。  Signior; you abuse the excellency of your mistress and her fair sister。  Fie; while you live avoid this prolixity。

MAT。  I shall; sir; well; 'incipere dulce'。

LOR。 JU。  How; 'incipere dulce'?  a sweet thing to be a fool indeed。

PROS。  What; do you take incipere in that sense?

LOR。 JU。  You do not; you?  'Sblood; this was your villainy to gull him with a motte。

PROS。  Oh; the benchers' phrase:  'pauca verba; pauca verba'。

MAT。  〃Rare creature; let me speak without offence; Would God my rude words had the influence To rule thy thoughts; as thy fair looks do mine; Then shouldst thou be his prisoner; who is thine〃。

LOR。 JU。  'Sheart; this is in 'Hero and Leander'!

PROS。  Oh ay:  peace; we shall have more of this。

MAT。  〃Be not unkind and fair:  misshapen stuff Is of behaviour boisterous and rough:〃 How like you that; Signior?  'sblood; he shakes his head like a bottle; to feel an there be any brain in it。

MAT。  But observe the catastrophe now; 〃And I in duty will exceed all other; As you in beauty do excel love's mother〃。

LOR。 JU。  Well; I'll have him free of the brokers; for he utters nothing but stolen remnants。

PROS。  Nay; good critic; forbear。

LOR。 JU。  A pox on him; hang him; filching rogue; steal from the dead? it's worse than sacrilege。

PROS。  Sister; what have you here?  verses?  I pray you let's see。

BIA。  Do you let them go so lightly; sister?

HES。  Yes; faith; when they come lightly。

BIA。  Ay; but if your servant should hear you; he would take it heavily。

HES。  No matter; he is able to bear。

BIA。  So are asses。

HES。  So is he。

PROS。  Signior Matheo; who made these verses?  they are excellent good。

MAT。  O God; sir; it's your pleasure to say so; sir。 Faith; I made them extempore this morning。

PROS。  How extempore?

MAT。  Ay; would I might be damn'd else; ask Signior Bobadilla。 He saw me write them; at the  (pox on it) the Mitre yonder。

MUS。  Well; an the Pope knew he cursed the Mitre it were enough to have him excommunicated all the taverns in the town。

STEP。  Cousin; how do you like this gentleman's verses?

LOR。 JU。  Oh; admirable; the best that ever I heard。

STEP。  By this fair heavens; they are admirable; The best that ever I heard。

'ENTER GIULIANO。 GIU。  I am vext I can hold never a bone of me still; 'Sblood; I think they mean to build a Tabernacle here; well?

PROS。  Sister; you have a simple servant here; that crowns your beauty with such encomiums and devices; you may see what it is to be the mistress of a wit that can make your perfections so transparent; that every blear eye may look through them; and see him drowned over head and ears in the deep well of desire。  Sister Biancha; I marvel you get you not a servant that can rhyme and do tricks too。

GIU。  O monster!  impudence itself!  tricks!

BIA。  Tricks; brother?  what tricks?

HES。  Nay; speak; I pray you; what tricks?

BIA。  Ay; never spare any body here:  but say; what tricks?

HES。  Passion of my heart!  do tricks?

PROS。  'Sblood; here's a trick vied; and revied:  why; you monkeys; you! what a cater…wauling do you keep!  has he not given you rhymes; and verses; and tricks?

GIU。  Oh; see the devil!

PROS。  Nay; you lamp of virginity; that take it in snuff so:  come and cherish this tame poetical fury in your servant; you'll be begg'd else shortly for a concealment:  go to; reward his muse; you cannot give him less than a shilling in conscience; for the book he had it out of cost him a teston at the least。  How now gallants; Lorenzo; Signior Bobadilla! what; all sons of silence?  no spirit。

GIU。  Come; you might practise your ruffian tricks somewhere else; and not here; I wiss:  this is no tavern; nor no place for such exploits。

PROS。  'Sheart; how now!

GIU。  Nay; boy; never look askance at me for the matter; I'll tell you of it; by God's bread; ay; and you and your companions mend yourselves when I have done。

PROS。  My companions?

GIU。  Ay; your companions; sir; so I say!  'Sblood; I am not afraid of you nor them neither; you must have your poets; and your cavaliers; and your fools follow you up and down the city; and here they must come to domineer and swagger?  sirrah; you ballad…singer; and slops; your fellow there; get you out; get you out:  or (by the will of God) I'll cut off your ears; go to。

PROS。  'Sblood; stay; let's see what he dare do:  cut off his ears; you are an ass; touch any man here; and by the Lord I'll run my rapier to the hilts in thee。

GIU。  Yea; that would I fain see; boy。

BIA。  O Jesu!  Piso!  Matheo!  murder!

HES。  Help; help; Piso!

'THEY ALL DRAW; ENTER PISO AND SOME MORE OF THE HOUSE TO PART THEM; THE WOMEN MAKE A GREAT CRY。

LOR。 JU。  Gentlemen; Prospero; forbear; I pray you。

BOB。  Well; sirrah; you Holofernes:  by my hand; I will pink thy flesh full of holes with my rapier for this; I will; by this good heaven:  nay; let him come; let him come; gentlemen; by the body of St。 George; I'll not kill him。

'THEY OFFER TO FIGHT AGAIN; AND ARE PARTED。

PIS。  Hold; hold; forbear。

GIU。  You whoreson; bragging coistril。

'ENTER THORELLO。 THO。  Why; how now?  what's the matter?  what stir is here? Whence springs this quarrel?  Piso; where is he? Put up your weapons; and put off this rage。 My wife and sister; they are cause of this。 What; Pi

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