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Oh wonderful: this is a brave man. We have no such dainty words in our school. Oh eloquence. I see now that Tully and Ovid are but cou see w e. My sweet friend, Master Implement, you told me that you would speak— For me to the mighty man. All you have yet said to him, is but in the vocative case. And that case makes no sentence, as I have learned when I was in the second orme. You know I gave you I le steal my mother's Peacock, and bring it you. I dare as well he hanged as steal the Peacock. My mother loves it so well, and feeds it every day, and pricks the feathers of it in her sanne. What shall I dee? I have none. I have never a Woodcock neither. Woe is me! Alas. I have no hope now, I think I must eene return to my old trade again, & repeat In novam animus, and Tityre tu pa lae. Oh sweet Imp. be my aithfull mplement to your Master. I'll do any thing for thee, or for any of thy kin. And my mother's silver bodkin too. Again for me good Imp. Good sir consider oh me. Though I be not born to so much land as master Ging e my form-fellow, yet I shall learn b tricks as well as he. There is Mumble and Tri ram, Trump, and Jobbart, and nim ble Nichol. I see not, but I may leave the atchell as well as they, and turn fine gentleman. Indeed sir, an't please you, this Philoponus is the best scholar among us, but he is but a tell tale. There can't one of us play the tron't, or run away from school for recreation, or so, but presently he tells Musaeus of it. But I care nor, I had rather stick to you, and show Apollo a fair pair of heals. I am overjoyed, ouetioyed. Hold me down lest I hit my head against a cloud. Oh what a brane world is this, all made of oa meal: I'm now in the way of preferment and gallantry. I'll presently run to my mother for some cash for my entrance. I'm all now for Masks, Revels, Court. sh p. Poor Apollo farewell. Exit. I Like her song well, I'll get a copy of it. If A pollo give me leave, I will have more acquaintance with her. Me thinks this Siren would make a good wife for my Master, Captain Compliment, and so she shall be my Mistress. Oh fair Hedone, sweet honey Hedone, more sweet then Marmalet, or Quidony. Yet gooder and gooder. Oh admirable! This man is for us to the heavens. I'll beg hard, but I'll get a crown of my More there, and twelve pence for thee honest I Imple meant. Here. I p ay sir, save me: I'll get my Moth to end y . a couple of Capon . Thanks, thanks to him, and thee for this your . What is the matter, think you? I do but as others do. I am not alone.