Why?
DAUGHTER.
I can tell your fortune.
You are a foole: tell ten. I have pozd him: Buz!
Friend you must eate no whitebread; if you doe,
Your teeth will bleede extreamely. Shall we dance, ho?
I know you, y'ar a Tinker: Sirha Tinker,
Stop no more holes, but what you should.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Dij boni. A Tinker, Damzell?
DAUGHTER.
Or a Conjurer:
Raise me a devill now, and let him play
Quipassa o'th bels and bones.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Goe, take her,
And fluently perswade her to a peace:
Et opus exegi, quod nec Iouis ira, nec ignis.
Strike up, and leade her in.
2. COUNTREYMAN.
Come, Lasse, lets trip it.
DAUGHTER.
Ile leade. [Winde Hornes.]
3. COUNTREYMAN.
Doe, doe.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Perswasively, and cunningly: away, boyes, [Ex. all but
Schoolemaster.]
I heare the hornes: give me some meditation,
And marke your Cue.--Pallas inspire me.
[Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite, and traine.]
THESEUS.
This way the Stag tooke.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Stay, and edifie.
THESEUS.
What have we here?
PERITHOUS.
Some Countrey sport, upon my life, Sir.
THESEUS.
Well, Sir, goe forward, we will edifie.
Ladies, sit downe, wee'l stay it.
SCHOOLMASTER.
Thou, doughtie Duke, all haile: all haile, sweet Ladies.
THESEUS.
This is a cold beginning.
SCHOOLMASTER.
If you but favour, our Country pastime made is.
We are a few of those collected here,
That ruder Tongues distinguish villager;
And to say veritie, and not to fable,
We are a merry rout, or else a rable,
Or company, or, by a figure, Choris,
That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris.
Pages:
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67