[Exeunt.
ACTUS III., SCAENA 3.
Enter AMORETTO, and his Page, IMMERITO booted.
AMORETTO.
Master Immerito, deliver this letter to the poser in my father's name.
Marry, withal some sprinkling, some sprinkling; verbum sapienti sat
est. Farewell, Master Immerito.
IMMERITO.
I thank your worship most heartily.
PAGE. Is it not a shame to see this old dunce learning his induction at these years? But let him go, I lose nothing by him; for I'll be sworn, but for the booty of selling the parsonage, I should have gone in mine old clothes this Christmas. A dunce, I see, is a neighbour-like brute beast: a man may live by him. [Aside.
[AMORETTO seems to make verse.
AMORETTO. A pox on it, my muse is not so witty as she was wont to be: —— Her nose is like —— not yet; plague on these mathematics! they have spoiled my brain in making a verse.
PAGE. Hang me, if he hath any more mathematics than will serve to count the clock, or tell the meridian hour by rumbling of his paunch. [Aside.
AMORETTO. Her nose is like ——