POGGIO

Pray pardon me for once, lord uncle, for I'll be sworn, I had such a dream this morning: me thought one came with a commission to take a Sorrel curtoll, that was stol e from him, he could find him. And because I feared he woul ay claim to my sorrel curtoll in my stable I ran to the Smith to have him set on his mane again, and his tail presently, that the Come mission-man might not think him a curtoll. And when the Smith would not do it, I fell a beating of him, so that I could not wake for my life till I was revenged on him. Slud Aunt, what if my dream had been true (as it might have been for any thing I knew) there's never a smith in Italy, shall make and Ass of me in my sleep, if I can choose. Forget Lord uncle? I hope not; you think belike my wits are as brittle as a Beetle, or as skittish as your Bar bary Mare: one cannot cry weh , but straight she cries tihi. But which way will the dukes grace hunt to day? Who Lady Mar arot, that dear young dame? Will his antiquity, never lean his iniquity? Nassus? I know not: but I would I had all the dukes living for her sake, Idem make him a poor duke i'faith. I would not stand dreaming of the matter as I do now. Marry all last night me thought I was tying her shoo string. I that I was, and yet I ti worser it not neither; for as I was tying it, the string broke me thought, and then me thought, having but one point at my hose, me thought, I gave her that to tie her shoo with all. Whereupon, in the v rye neck me thought the Count came rushing in, and I ran rushing out, with my heals about my hose for haste. Mum, not a word m re, I'll go before, and overtake you presently. Where should I find my Lord Uncle? Oh ho, you will hunt to day. But you may hap to hop without your hope: for the truth is, Kilbucke is run mad. Nay, t'is true sir: and Ki buck being run mad, bit Ringwood so by the left buttock, you might have turned your nose in it. By heaven you might my Lord: d'ee think I he? Nay, good my Lord Vincentio, by this rush I to l you for good will: and Venus your branch there, runs so proud, that your Hunt's man cannot take her down for his life. Why sir, he would soon take her down and he could take her up I warrant her. My Lord, my Lord, I have a speech here worth ten of this, and yet I'll mend it too. Beshrew my heart if he take up my heals. How now my Lord, have you borrowed a Snite for me: Seigneur Bassiolo, can all say, are all things ready? the Duke is hard by, and little thinks that I'll be and Actor i'faith, I keep all close my Lord. Why sir come on; the Usher shall be judge: See master Usher: this same Fungus here, Your Lords retainer, whom I hope you rule, Would wear this better Jerkin for the Rush-man, When I do play the Broom-man; and speak first. What sir, in spite of your Lords gentleman, Us r: Why thats all one sir, Gentility must be fa asticall. Why here is one, that was a Rush-mans Jerkin, and I pray, were't not absurd then; a Broom-man should wear it? Will sir; then do your office master Usher, M ke him put off his Jerkin; you may pluck His coat over his cares, much more his Jerkin. No sir? I hope you are my Lords re ainer. I need not care a pudding for your Lord: But spare not, keep it, for perhaps I'll play My partly as well in this, as you in that, Come in my Master's; lets be out anon. Heroes, and Heroines, of gallant strain, Let not these Brooms, motes in your eyes remain, For in the Moon, theres one bears withered bushes: But we (deer wights) do bear green brooms, green rushes, Where of these verdant herbals cleped Broom, Do pierce and enter every Ladies room, And to prove them high born, and no base trash, Water with which your phisnomies you wash, Is but a Broom. And more truth to deliver, Grim Hercules swept a stable with a river, The wind that sweeps fowl clouds out of the air, And for you Ladies makes the Welken fair, Is but a Broom: and Oh Dan Titan bright, Most clearkly called the Scavenger of night, What art thou, but a very broom of gold? For all this world not to be cried nor sold; Philosophy, that passion sweeps from thought, Is the souls Broom, and by all brave wits sought, Now if Philosophers but Broomemen are, Each Broomeman then is a Philosopher. And so we come (gracing your gracious Graces) To sweep Cares cobwebs from your cleanly faces. How dee my Lord? I was not out Like my Lord Medice. How did you Like me Aunt? Oh, for taking my drink a little? faith my Lord, for that you shall have the best sport p ntly with Mad Cor , that e er was; I have made her so drunk, that she does nothing b kiss my Lord Medice. See she comes riding the Duke, she's passing well mounted believe it. Lord, how I have wh worser her? Oh Go , how weary I am? Aunt, M dam. Cynanche, Aunt? Oh God, Aunt: Oh God Aunt: Oh God. Oh Aunt, my Uncle, he's shot. Why with a forked shaft As he was hunting, full in his left side. Coming with Doctor Beniuemus, I'll leave you, and go tell my Lord Vincentio. Where is my Lord Vincentio, where is my Lord? Slood, my Lord, I have followed you up and down Like a Tantalus big, till I have worn out my hose here about I'll be sworn, and yet you call me Ass still; But I can tell you passing ill news my Lord. Oh Lord, my Lord uncle is shot in the side with and arrow. Oh danger; I, he haz lain speechless this two hours, And talks so idly. Yes, do you led, and I'll guide you to him. Where? where? where? where's my Lord vnche, my Lord my uncle? Nay sure he had no help, but all the Dukes Guard; and they set upon him ind worser; and after he had defended him self, dee see? he drew & having as good as wounded the Lord Medice almost, he strake a him, and worser h , dee mark? At Monks well, my Lord, I'll g de you to him pre sen y Come, come, I gull you master Usher, you are Like to be the Dukes Minion man; dee think I would have been seen in your company, and you had b ene out of favour? Here's my friend master Usher, my Lord. Why I S w that as well as he my Lord; I knew was a foolish match betwixt you two; did no you think so my Lord Vincentio? Lord uncle, did not I say at fi st of the Duke will his Antiquity never leave his Imqu tie? Who, my Lord Medice? My Lord Stinkar , did you Like the match betwixt the Duke, and my Lady Margaret? I'll get boys and bait him out a'th Court my Lord. Come on my Lord Stinckerd, I'll play Fox, Fox, continued e out of thy hold with you i'faith. Fox, Fox, go out of thy hold; a two leg'd Fox, A two leg'd Fox. Nay, good now lets alone, and theres your horse, Grey Strozza too haz the staggers, and haz struck bay. Bettrice, your Barbary mare so, that she goes halting a this fashion, most filthily. Y'ad best leave out that Actium for a thing that I know sir. Horse, horse, horse, my lord, horse, your father is going a hunting. Nay good uncle now, sbloud, what cap , merchants you be; so the Duke took me up even now: my lord uncle here, and my old lord Lasso, by heaven you're too witty for me, I am the veriest fool on you all, e be sworn. Oh my Lord my Lord Vincentio, is almost killed by my Lord Med . I'll fetch him my Lord: away, you must not go: Oh here He comes; Oh master Usher, I am ory for you, you must pre sently be chopped in pieces. Come sir, you meddle in too many matters; let us pray tend on our own show at my lord Lassos.