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ACT. III. SCENE. I.
Excellent newes!
And counsell of an Oracle!
How say you cousin Fitton?
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Excellent newes!
And counsell of an Oracle!
How say you cousin Fitton?
Yes, Sir.
You haue rectified my errour!
Read from Rome, there.
They write, the King of Spaine is chosen Pope.
And Emperor too, the thirtieth of February.
Is the Emperor dead?
For pennance.
These will beget strange turnes in Christendome!
Stranger!
Sir, all are alike true, and certaine.
They haue bin thought so long, and rightly too.
Read on.
What potch'd?
By Mooneshine, is't not so?
Yes, Sir, i'the water.
Why ha••not you this, Thom?
Because he keeps the Pontificiall side.
Why, Sir?
Come, do not stick with the gentleman.
Read.
But how is't done?
Whence ha'you this newes.
Is't true?
As what?
There's for you, Princesse.
What, a fart for her?
I meane the spirit.
Beware how she r••sents it.
* 1.13 And what hast thou, Thom?
Yes, in Ale.
Let's see't.
Six peny worth.
Lay your mony down, read, Thomas.
What's that?
It is their zeale.
Most likely.
Haue you no other of that species?
Not, to the good o'the Saints?
* 1.21 Who? captaine Lickfinger?
Afore 'twas paid for, you were somewhat too hasty.
O, not halfe!
Then, h'has lost his share o' the Legacy.
What newes of Gundomar?
Iustice! Iustice!
What must you haue for these?
Pitty, the Gentleman is not immortall.
As he giues out, the place is, by description.
A very Paradise, if you saw all, Lady.
If it were a Chattell, I would try my credit.
So it is, for terme of life, we count it so.
He can expect no more.
A mouing Oratory!
'pray you change with our Master, but a word about it.
Ha'you any Forest-newes?
I'll ha'that newes.
And I.
And I.
And I.
And I.
And I.
And Thom: Clericus?
Where's my fellow Fitton?
New gone forth.
With the Muses?
They' were euer three in Poetry.
This was truth, Sir.
Sir, Master Fitton's there too!
All the better!
We may haue a ieere, perhaps.
And knowes the Clergies tast!
I, and the Layties!
Away then.
A hungry trade,'twill be.
Shut vp the Office: gentle brother Thomas.
Why not? S'lid, I despaire not to be Master!
What?
Well bring your sixe in. Where ha' you left Pecunia?
Sir, in Apollo, they are scarce set.
Bring sixe.
Here is the Gentleman.
I am come to speake with you.
Pecunia.
My hearing is very dead, you must speake quicker.
You said e'en now, it was death for you to speake.
This man has healthfull lungs.
But I came hete to talk with you.
This's strange!
You are a rogue.
I thinke I am Sir, truly.
* 1.31 A Rascall, and a money-bawd.
A wretched Rascall!
Hee tells Pe∣cunia of Thom.
Newes from Rome.
Newes of the Emperor, and Tilly.
Newes of Spinola. The fifth Monarchy, vniting the Ecclesia∣sticke and Secular power. A plot of the house of Au∣stria. More of Spinola.
His Egges.
Galilaeo's study.
The burning glasse, by Moon-shine.
〈…〉〈…〉 Ecle.
Peny-boy will haue him change sides▪
though hee pay for it.
Spinola's new proiect: an army in cork-shooes.
Extraction of farts
The perpetu∣all Motion.
The Office call'd the house of fame.
1. Cust. Ashe baptist.
Prophet Ba∣al expected in Helland.
Archie mourn'd then.
The great Turk turn'd Christian▪
2. Cust.
A Coloney ••e Cookes sent ouer to con••ert the Canniballs.
3. Cust. By Colonel Lickfinger.
T•• let long hayre runne to seed▪ to sow bald pates.
Spalato's Legacy to the Players.
Gundo∣mar's vse of the game at Chesse, or Play so cal∣led.
Bethlem Gabors Drum.
The Duke of Bauier.
4. Cust. The Page∣ants.
5. Cust. The new Parke in the Forrest of Fooles.
Peny-boy would inuite the Master of the Office
Bids him get out of his house.
Cymbal railes at him. He ieeres him.