Fris. And good father Fortune-teller, let Frisco knowe whether Siluio my maister, that lustie Forrester, shall gaine that same gay shepheardesse or no. Ile promise ye nothing for your paines but a bag full of nuts, and if I bring a crab or two in my pocket take them for advantage.
Io. And gentle maister wise-man, tell Ioculo if his noble maister Ascanio, that gallant courtier, shal be found by me, and she found by him for whom he hath lost his father's favour and his owne libertie and I my labour; and Ile give ye thankes, for we courtiers neither giue nor take bribes.
Aram. I take your meaning better then your speech,
And I will graunt the thing you doo beseech.
But, for the teares of Lovers be no toyes,
He tell their chaunce in parables to boyes.
Fris. In what ye will lets heare our maisters' luck.
Aram. Thy maister's Doe shall turne unto a Buck; (To Frisco.)
Thy maister's Eawe be chaunged to a Ram; (To Mopso.)
Thy maister seeks a maide and findes a man, (To Ioculo.)
Yet for his labor shall he gaine his meede;
The other two shall sigh to see him speede.
Mop. Then my maister shall not win the shepheardesse?
Aram. No, hast thee home and bid him right his wrong, The shepheardesse will leave his flock ere long.
Mop. Ile run to warne my master of that.
[Exit.
Fris. My maister wood-man takes but woodden paines to no purpose, I thinke: what say ye, shall he speed?
Aram. No, tell him so, and bid him tend his Deare And cease to woe: he shall not wed this yeare.