Albano’s house; a Street; the Duke’s palace.
The curtains are drawn by a Page, and Celia and Laverdure, Quadratus and Lyzabetta, Lampatho and Meletza, Simplicius and Lucia, displayed, sitting at dinner. The song is sung, during which a Page whispers with Simplicius.
Qua. Feed,[539] and be fat, my fair Calipolis.
Rivo,[540] here’s good juice, fresh borage, boy!
Lam. I commend, commend myself to ye, lady.
Mel. In troth, sir, you dwell far from neighbours, that are enforced to commend yourself.
Qua. Why, Simplicius, whither now, man? for good fashion’s sake, stir not; sit still, sit still.
Sim. I must needs rise; much good do it you.
Qua. Doest thou think thy rising will do them much
good? Sit still; sit still; carve me of that, good Meletza. Fill, Bacchus, fill! 11
Sim. I must needs be gone; and you’ll come to my chamber to-morrow morning, I send you a hundred crowns.