FERDINAND

Seignior Ranoff, you are well arrived. Fortune is a good huswife, she plies her wheel well Alas poor Lady, I pity her; for a my conscience she is clear of the fact laid to her. In some things Fame will be free I see, in some things scant; for I'll assure you 'twas for a Garland. Again, and sent to prison, her father Banishd the Court again, and all his honours, Took again from him, and from's son, And alls again as it was, and if not worse, Nay then my admirations at and end. I remember no body would know me last time. But these are a couple of honest fellows, and yet they serve a Lord, if any body have use of their eyes these will. By your leave Gentle men, did you see the young Lord Frederick. Here my Lord. They shall my Lord, where's Pedro? A Halter you have. Nay, and we could entreat it, we were happy: for the Servingmen that were wont to be all Mouths, are now all Eyes, they have no other member useful about them. Did you not see Sir a swarm of Bees as you passed by? Me thought they looked Sir Like your people of Hybla. Here's another, a Bird of the same, but a more tame one, something more quiet. Now to hear this Jay chatter, and this Owlet hold his peace, but answer him with motion, may serve for a Morrisdance. Is not this a fine Dialogue? How now? Who come these to milk? my Lord and's Compear? Idem as live thou hadst told me a Tale: yet be shrew me they are a couple of handsome Calves with white Faces; but the degrees of this how comest about? It's not amiss, he does well to begin wholesome. Udfoot, what will the young Duke do trow? Shall we have it set down in our Chronicles, Inprimis, a brace of Milkemaids? very good. Where are our Ladies now? they are to seek, And must begin again to learn short Curtsies, And dance after the Country Hornpipe That's a plaguy Wench; she has not milked so many Kine for nothing, she knows the danger of the Horn. What's the Dukes purpose tro? how he does eye them. They be good merchandise for some of us, now we are far from our Mistress's. A good Wench i'faith, she flouts them to their faces. A Comedy sure, ther's so much Wit in't. 'Tis your daughter— Nay, An't be come to that pass, I am silent. No, Seignior; I thought you had had a Small-beer stomach. What, is the Duke marty? He had been and honest man. Oh there's a stop, I thought the brazen Image would have spoke. As every outrageous Lover does. If I were uvea rye of my life, I have and Adagy would hang me instantly. Why the old one, Hight love's soon cold. You say very right, Sir. Here's a Duke now will make all his Subjects kind Husbands. Reign, I and thunder and lighten too, I'll warrant thee. Dost thou think and Advocate can handle it better? Away Traitor. The Court is troubled. Sfoot I cannot see him, yet herd him plain, I believe so, We hard a voice indeed but felt no touch of a nigh thing. Why how i'st man? Why? is he speechless. But prithee sirrah, tell us the manner of his sickness which was wondrous strange and sudden. A Rat, a pox of a Rat, Zbloud I herd otherwise. Marry Sir that the Neopolitan Canker has searched into his bones: and he lies buried in vleers, stinks so that without perfumes, nobody is able to abide him. But mum mum, not a word of this I speak, it is amongst fell lowes and friends. Not I by this hand, I herd mine at my Barbers, Not I, I love not to be inquisitue. The Duke, why is the Duke sent for? Ber Lady Sir, then 'tis to be thought the dangers more then every Ague brings, & will go hard with him. I make more hast, why do's not he or you? Nor I. But you must go that answered. By this Air not I. And so may you. Why, nor I neither. Byr Lady Sir nor I. Yes, but no words, for it must be kept private. Such a thing was talked of, for the Duke now dotes far more on the Duchess then at first; and what soere is done, is to delight her. Yes. Very noble, and so does bear himself to every man, hark, yonders such a colle with the Musirians, the Masquers, and the Dancers, who now are practising. Yes, and which is a miracle a Masquer, The learned, Landoff, who now although he be A professed Acamedian, Has laid aside his graver weightier studies, To exercise his skill not yet forgotten, Being brought up a Page at Court, and practised Much in that quality—Hark I must leave you, I have a charge committed to me. I cannot tell, I will not promise you, For my Lord's very strict, I'll do my best. Look to those lights I pray, my Lord is very angry, fearing they might do trespass, and those hang ings must be removed.