Acut. More Ladies Terentias, I crie still,
That prise a saint before a Silken foole.
She that loves true learning and pomp disdaines
Treads on Tartarus and Olimpus gaines.
Grac. I, marrie, but then would learning be in colours, proud, proud; then would not foure nobles purchase a benefice, two Sermons in a yeare.
Accut. I, Graccus, now thou hitst the finger right
Upon the shoulder of Ingratitude.
Thou hast clapt an action of flat felony;
Now, ill betide that partiall judgement
That doomes a farmers rich adultus
To the supremacie of a Deanrie,
When needie, yet true grounded Discipline,
Is govern'd with a threed bare Vycarage.
Grac. I, thou speakst well of their sides that are liberally overseene in the sciences. I take no hold on't, but were all men of thy minde, then would everie Schoole-maister bee a Senate, and there would never come Cobler to be Constable againe.
Accut. Ynough, ynough, Graccus, let silence seale up our secret thoughts and libertie say,
Virtus sola summa gloria,
Quae format homines vero honore.
[ACT THE THIRD.
Scene 1.]
Enter Flaminius and Tully.
Flam. Goe to, I say, urge no more, tis Taverne talke, for Taverners Table talke for all the vomit of rumor. What newes, saies one? none so new as this: Tully shall be married to Terentia. What newes says another? the same, the same. Whose consent have ye? not mine, I deny it. I must know of it, ile have a hand; goe to, no more.