BAVIAN.
Yes, Sir.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting.
4. COUNTREYMAN.
We may goe whistle: all the fat’s i’th fire.
SCHOOLMASTER.
We have,
As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile,
We have beene FATUUS, and laboured vainely.
2. COUNTREYMAN.
This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding,
That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here,
Cicely the Sempsters daughter:
The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin;
Nay and she faile me once—you can tell, Arcas,
She swore by wine and bread, she would not breake.
SCHOOLMASTER.
An Eele and woman,
A learned Poet sayes, unles by’th taile
And with thy teeth thou hold, will either faile.
In manners this was false position
1. COUNTREYMAN.
A fire ill take her; do’s she flinch now?
3. COUNTREYMAN.
What
Shall we determine, Sir?
SCHOOLMASTER.
Nothing.
Our busines is become a nullity;
Yea, and a woefull, and a pittious nullity.
4. COUNTREYMAN.
Now when the credite of our Towne lay on it,
Now to be frampall, now to pisse o’th nettle!
Goe thy waies; ile remember thee, ile fit thee.