WILL

¶Fear not that Jack, for Like brother and brother They are knit in true Friendship the one with the other, They are fellows you know, and honest men both, Therefore the one to hinder the other, they will be loath. ¶ Byr Lady, if I tarry long here, of the same sauce shall I taste, For my master sent me on and errand, and bade Me make haste, Therefore we will depart together. EXEUNT. ¶Oft times I have herd, before I came hither, That no man can serve two masters together: A sentence so true, as most men do take it, At any time false, that no man can make it: And yet by their leave, that first have it spoken, How that may prove false, even here I will open: For I Stephano, lo, so nam by my father, At this time serve two Master's together: And love them a like, the one and the other, I duly obey, I can do no other, A bondman I am so nature hath wrought me, One Damon of Greece, a gentleman bought me: To him I stand bound, yet serve I another, Whom Damon my Master loves, as his own brother: A Gentleman too, and Pithias he is nam, Fraught with Virtue, whom vice never defamed: These two, since at School they fell acquainted, In mutual friendship, at no time have fainted: But loved so kindly, and friendly eke other, As though they were Brother's by Father and Mother: Pi hagoras learning, these two have embraced, Which both are in virtue so narrowly laced: That all their whole doings do fallen to this issue, To have no respect, but only to virtue: All one in effect: all one in their going, All one in their study, all one in their doing: These Gentlemen both, being of one condition, Both alike of my service have all the fruition: Pithias is joyful, if Damon be pleased: If Pithias be served, then Damon is eased: Serve one, serve both: so near, who would win them? I think they have but one heart between them: In traveling Countries, we three have contrived, Full many a year: and this day arrived At SIRACUSAE in Sicillia that ancient Town, Where my Master's are lodged: and I up and down, Go seeking to learn what News here are walking, To hark of what things the people are talking. I like not this Soil: for as I go plodding, I mark there two, there three, their heads always nodding, In close secret wise, Still whispering together: If I ask any question, no man does answer: But shaking their heads, they go their ways speaking, I mark how with tears, their wet eyes are leaking: Some strangeness there is, that breedeth this musing. Well: I will to my Master's, and tell of their using, That they may learn, and walk wisely together, I fear, we shall curse the time we came hither. EXIT. ¶Will, didst thou hear the Ladies so talk of Me, What aileth them? from their nips shall I never be free? ¶Good faith sir, all the Ladies in the Court, do plainl report, That without mention of them, you can make no sport: They are your Plain song to sing Descant upon, If they wear not, your mirth were gone, Therefore master, jest no more with women in any wise, If you do, by cock your are like to know the price. I will sir, master thereof have no doubt, for I Where they talk of you, will inform you perfectly. ¶ Jack, by my troth, seeing you are without the Court Gam e, f you play Jack napes, in mocking my master, and despising my face, ven here with a Pantacle, I will you disgrace: and though you have a far better ace then I, et, who is better man of us two, these sistes shall try, nlesse you leave your taunting. ¶ I said so in deed, he is but a tame Ruffian, hat can swear by his flask & twiche hor & Gods precious lady: and yet be will be beaten with a faggot stick: he e barking when pes were never good biters, e yet great crakers were ever great fighters: ut seeing you eg Me so much will somewhat more resight, ay Cari open us thy master is a flattering Parisite: lening away the sweet from the worthy in all the Court, hat tragi j hath he moved of late? y e devil take him he does much hurt. ¶ He is no Parisi e, but a pleasant Gentleman, full of courtesy, high master is a chum l that lout the heir of a dung fork, as void of honesty, thou art of honour. I Praise well your winning, my Pantacle is as ready as yours. By cock I will Fox you Jack, did I fly? In faith Dutting Duttell, you will cry creak, Content am I, for I am not malicious, but on this condition, That you talk no more so broad of my master as here you have done, But who have we here, is Cobex epi coming yonder. I marry Jack, I pray Thee heartily. It is some brainsick Villain, I durst lay a penny. What then good man Coliar? So it seems, you have so much mother wit, that you lack your father's wisdom. Yea sir, are we not pretty men? Are these great hose? in faith goodman Colier you see with your nose By mine honesty, I have but for one lining in one hose, but vij else of Rug Go thy way: father Grim, gaily well you do say, It is but youngmen's folly that list to play: And mask a while in the net of their own devise, When they come to your age, they will be wise. This Wine hath warmed him, this comes well to pass, We shall know all now, for in VINO VERITAS, Father Grim, who accused this Damon to King Dionisius? Crowsphus, you clip the Kings language, you would have said Carisophus But I perceive now, either the wind is at the South, Or else your tongue cleaneth to the roof of your mouth. Will no man speak for them in this woeful case. It seemeth that Coliers have a very trim life. By serving the Court with coals you gaynde all this money. Well said father Grim, you are a wily Colier & a brave, I see now there is no knave to the old knave. Content, invent the way, and I am ready. Here sir. Here at hand sir. That can dress you finely, and make such quick speed. That I with your Nostrils of force must needs play, With too nidden, and too nidden. With shaving you shine like a pestle of Pork: It would be trim Bake to hang up a while, With too nidden, and todle &c. Then out of your Jerkin needs must you be shaken With too nidden, and too nidden, &c. Their hands are so fine that they never do hurt. Our shaving in the Court hath brought this to pass. With too nidden, and too nidden. Your wife now will buss you, because you are sweat Away then. Out alas, where shall I make my moan? y Pouch, my Benters and all is gone, her is that villain that did me shave? ath robbed me alas of all that I have. Who cries so at the Court gate.