Accut. Marrie thus, there are[316] great revels & shews preparde to beautifie the nuptials of Lentulus, and Tully, in which the Cittizens have the least share; now, would but you and some others that I shall collect,
Joyne hands with me in some queint jest,
Our shew shall deserve grace, and brave the rest.
Host, I have thee, brave spirit, tha'rt of the true seede of Troy, lets be merrie and wise, merrie hearts live long; mine Host, my brave Host, with his neighbor Cornutus shall bee two of the Maskers, and the Morrice shall be daunc'd.
Cor. Not so, mine Host. I dare not doe so, t'will distemper my wife, my house will be unquiet; mum, mum, I know the world, well enough.
Host. Thou shall goe, saies mine Host, merrie hearts live long; welcome, bullie! mine Host shall make one, so shall my Cornutus, for if I say the word the mouse shall be dun.
Enter Bos with Porters.
Porters. Save ye mine Host, heeres a parcell of Corne was directed to be delivered at your house.
Host. What ware, my little Atlas, what ware is it?
2 Por. I know not, but i'me sure tis as heavie as a horse and—
1 Por. I thinke, tis a barrel of oyle, for it spurg'd at my backe.