Grac. Well let them alley, bet all, then to rest away, begone.
Acut.[257] S'foote Graccus, heeres a couple of our old gamsters. Oh! for quick conceite to beget a jest! heeres two, that either a man must be aquainted or quarrell with, & of two evils ile chose the latter; I hope I make it the lesser. If I should be acquainted, the foole will haunt me, if I quarrell I may be so blest, as to be rid of a foole.
Grac. I have a womans wit for a suddaine stratageme.
Enter Scil. and Servulis.[258]
Scil. No, by my troth, by this bright horrison—
Accut. An excellent Cuckoo, hee keepes his note in Winter.
Scil. I haue no appetite at all to live in the countrie any more; now, as they say, I have got a smacke on the Cittie. Slid, I thinke (as the proverbe goes) I was wrapt in my mother's smocke the day I was begotten, I thank the Goddesse Cupid for it. I am so favourd of the Women, my hostes loves me execrably.
Accut. Good reason, fooles make good sport.
Grac. Sever, sever, ere wee bee discovered.
Ser. Sir, the respective regard of your well governed partes do challenge a mellifluous species of enduement or contumelious estimation.