Pand. Oh Sir, much may be done by manuscript.
Mer. I do confess it Sir, provided still they be Canonical, and [have] some worthy hands set to 'um for probation: but we forget our selves.
Pand. Sir, enter when you please, and all good language tip your tongue.
Merc. All that love Learning pray for my good success.
[Exit Mercer.
Actus Quartus. Scæna Tertia.
Enter Lazarello and his Boy.
Laz. [Boy, whereabouts] are we?
Boy. Sir, by all tokens this is the house, bawdy I am sure, [by] the broken windows, the Fish head is within; if ye dare venture, here you may surprize it.
Laz. The misery of man may fitly be compar'd to a Didapper, who when she is under water, past our sight, and indeed can seem no more to us, rises again; shakes but her self, and is the same she was, so is it still with transitory man, this day: oh but an hour since, and I was mighty, mighty in knowledge, mighty in my hopes, mighty in blessed means, and was so truly happy, that I durst have said, live Lazarello, and be satisfied: but now—