Enter Sir Amorous, Herod, Nymphadoro, Garbetza, Donnetta, and Poveia.
Herod. Stop, ass; what’s matter, idiot?
Don. O gallants, my fools that were appointed to wait on Don Cupid have launch’d out their ship to purge their stomachs on the water, and before Jupiter, I fear they will prove defective in their attendance. 49
Herod. Pish, fool, they’ll float in with the next tide.
Don. Ay, but when’s that? Let’s see mine almanack or prognostication.
Sir Amor. What, is this for this year?
Don. In true wisdom, sir, it is. Let me see the moon, ’fore pity ’tis in the wayne. What grief is this, that so great a planet should ever decline or lose splendour! Full sea at——
Sir Amor. Where’s the sign now, fool?
Don. In Capricorn, Sir Amoroso.
Gar. What strange thing does this almanack speak of, fool? 61