Cap. He has lost that sence he saies, unless he counterfeits; It wilbe your securitie to see him Safe in the Surgeons hands. [they whisper.
En.—Into what misery have my Projects flung me!
They shanot know I understand 'em. That
I were quitt with loss of both my eares, although
I cut my haire like a Lay Elder, too,
To shew the naked conyholes! I doe thinke
What cursed Balletts will be made upon me
And sung to divilish tunes at faire and Marketts
To call in cutpurses. In a puppet play,
Were but my storie written by some scholler,
Twould put downe hocas pocas and the tumblers
And draw more audience than the Motion
Of Ninivie[275] or the dainty docile horse[276]
That snorts at Spaine by an instinct of Nature.
Cap. Ile leave him to you and seeke out Captaine Underwit. [Exit.
Ri. Come, Master Engine, weele to horse imediately.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 4.]
Enter Courtwell, Sister and Device.
Cou. So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee
Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast
A little too much witt to bee a wife;
It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse.—
Device, there is a part still of your pennance
Behind. You would pretend to be a Poet;
Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one,
But let me have rimes against we go to bed,
Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment,
And after that in verse your Affidavit
That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you.
De. Tis tyme I were at study then.
Cou. About e'm:
Your double congey and depart with silence. [Exit Device.
Now prethe tell me who reported I
Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge
To make me angrie?