Acut. I, I, please it your grace to heare? now he begins.
Phy. My love can sing no other song, but still complaines I did her, &c. I beseech your Maiestie to let me goe.
Caes. With all our heart; Acutus, give him libertie.
Accut. Goe and for voice sake yee shall sing Ballads in the suburbes, and if ever heereafter ye chance to purchase a suite, by what your friends shal leave ye, or the credit of your friend, be not drunk again, & give him hard words for his labour. [Exit.
Caes. What, ist effected, Graccus?
Gra. I have wrought the foole; Scilicet comes alone, & his Lady keepes the women company.
Accu. Tush, weele have a room scantly furnisht with lights that shall further it.
Caes. What sound is that?
Acut. I, would ye so fain enter? ile further it: please it your Maiestie to accept what is not worth acceptance? heere are a company to Gratulate these nuptials, have prepard a show—I feare not worth the sight—if you shall deeme to give them the beholding of it.
Caes. Else should we wrong their kindnes much. Accutus, be it your care to give them kindest welcome; we cannot recompence their loves without much beholdings.