LUCIO

I see not yet what you go about. I am ready, if any cosnage be ripe, I'll shake the tree. All friends, and so let us sing 'tis a pleasant thing to go into the tavern, clearing the throat. As what? Let us every one to his task. The best was, our Master's were as well whittled as we, for yet they lie by it. Come Rixula we have made thee privy to the whole pack, there lay down the pack. And I'll sing Patriam ubicumque be, every house is my home where I may staunch hunger. I love a nutbrown lass, 'tis good to recreate. Why would it not do thee good to crack such a nut? It was crabbs she stamped, and stole away one to make her a face. Nay now she's in she will never out. Now it is come to the pinch my heart pants. But hear me, I was troubled with a vile dream, and therefore it is little time spent to let Mother Bom by expound it, she is cunning in all things. I had a ill dream, & desire to know the significatio ̄ . In the dawning of the day, for about that time by my starting out of my sleep I found it to be, me thought I saw a stately piece of beef, with a cape cloak of cabidge, embroidered with pepper, having two honourable pages with hats of mustard on their heads, himself in great pomp sitting upon a cushion of white Brewish, linde with brown Bread, me thought being powdered he was much troubled with the salt rheum, & therefore there stood by him two great flagons of sack and beer, the one to dry up his rheum, the other to quench his choler, I as one envying his ambition, hungering and thirsting after his honour, began to pull his cushio ̄ from ̄ under him, hoping by that means to give him a fallen, & with putting out my hand awaked, & found nothing in all this dream about me but the salt rheum. Soft let me end it, then I slumbered again, & me thought there came in a leg of mutton. Thou fool how could it come in, unless it had been a leg, me thought his hose were cut & drawn out with parsely, I thrust my hand into my pocket for a knife thinking to hox him, and so awaked. So I do every night but Sundays, Prisius hath a weak stomach, and therefore we must starve. This may be true. Soft swift, the place if it be there now, it will be there to morrow. How was it must? Come let us take them off, for we have had the cream of them. To have such issues of our bodies, is worse than have and issue in the body. God save you pretty mouse. I never herd that before, but shall we two make a match between you? Oh the deer blood of Grapes, Turns us to Antic shapes, Now to show tricks Like Apes. Now flinging Hats ith' fire, Let us remember our complot. If you keep promise to marry them by your device, and their parents consent, you shall have ten pounds a piece for your pains. By this time I am sure, the wags have played their parts, there rests nothing now for us but to match Accius and Silena Theres a quip for the suburbs of Rochester. Nay her wits are shorter than her legs. Sperantus son. Now begins the game. A brave cry to hear the two old mules weep over the young fools. Nay sir there is no harm done, they have nei there bought nor sold, they may be twins for their wits and years. And so sir for your daughter, education hath done much, otherwise they are by nature soft witted enough. We have flat marred all, Accius and Silena cour ted one another, their father's took them napping, both are ashamed, and you both shall be swingd. Very good words fitly applied, brought in in the neck. Why he took him for no fish. It may be he was set on the pillory, because he had not a true pace. And I. The Scrivener cannot keep his pen out of the pot, every goblet is and inkhorn. True it is they were both in a church. And they took one another by the hand. Faith there was a bargain during life, and the clock cried, God give them joy. All, and as far as I can see foretold all. And be fools for ever. Why? I believe it will be no game for us. In a manner. Nay truly I dare swear he used no craft, but means plainly. Heeres courting for a conduit or a bake house.