GRUTTI

Madam Katherina, they are gone Signior. News, Signior News. We have told you. Th'art very free. Not the Golden one. It's he. Do you thrive in your Hope's? Nay nay, impart. Why hast thou none? Im'e glad he's gone. But hark you Signior, we forget the Ladies still And he that gets the first hint, communicate— Ten to one, but if I did—let it alone, a pox on't, I were best drink some Sack, they say it helps in uention. Recover it with thy finger. Lose it not, thou art great with wit, let us de liver thee, what, is't? Didst not promise. How? So am I, that he is so reserved What shall's do. He has better eyes then we to distinguish it. In courtesy we ask: That wo'd be seen, this is news. Teach men to walk invisible, a very fine trade. It's impossible—see, see, more Gentlemen, pre thee lets to him, this will be a trick worth our learning. Man, I see no man. And you were not too busy Sir— Here's not a man, are they not sunk, came they out here? This man can doo't I see already. Video pro intelligo I mean Sir. How? This is admirable. Come you will cast a missed before our eyes. Can you not do it presently. The crown shall be ready Sir. Can you tell Sir, what became of all the Swal lowes, Cuckoes, and small birds, we had here last Sum mere? Would, would, would. Not I Sir, you shall excuse me, 'twas the last thing I did. You shall see't. And because you shall know the truth of his Art, he will be invisible all but his hand, what think you of that? the rarest fellow in Christendom. He is and Infidel. I do incline to believe, that we are cheated. We wonot then. And this—o quickly. That will be excellent. I think now to most of the beholders, he is in visible all but his head, for he has but a small grate to look out at. Nay, he is Like to lie by't, for I hear since, all his Creditors, Like so many Crows have light upon him, and they'le leave him but a thin Carcase. He sent me and Epistle to take pity on him. I returned him my Court compliment, that I was sorry I could not serve him: I would do him any office that strecth'd not to mine own prejudice, that we had taken order with his Keeper; upon payment of our sums disbursed, he might be enlarged. At the grate. —Would. Did he not die in prison, and his Ghost haunts us, brave!—It's not he. And thus Gallant. Would we durst beat him. Would thou were't hanged any way. Let's to the prison, and know the wonder better—Noble Signior. Many other he hath discharged they say. He has some cause to imagine himself short lived, and that makes him so desperately charitable, to ward his end. Signior Perenotto. How came he off? Very good— The case is altered with you. They are too light, quickly down. 'Twere pity but he should have a patent for't, to him and his posterity. And thou canst sing it? And he continue thus but a Moon, he'll make the Court mad. 'Tis he. Fellow, what Bird is that? Come, you were unkind to rub us before the Duke so. The Duke. The Duke's perplexed, observe. Humble your self you Coxecombe. Here is the other Traitor Sir. This is pretty Dondolo. Make me happy to renew my suit. Or I would not be in his taking when the Moon cham ̄ ges. I always thought he would cheat us, what shall's do, to prevent more laughter? He does teach to walk invisible they say.