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Actus Tertius, Scaena Quarta.
Enter Carazie, Manto, Gazet.
Carazie.
They are priuate to their wishes,
Mant.
Doubt it not.
Gaz.
A prettie structure this! a court doe you call it?
Valted and arch'd: O heere has beene old iumbling
Behind this arras.
Car.
Prethee let's haue some sport,
With this fresh Codshead.
Manto.
I am out of tune,
But doe as you please. My conscience•• tush the hope
Of liberty throwes that burthen off,
I must goe watch, and make discouery.
Exit.
Cara.
He's musing,
And vvill talke to himselfe, he cannot hold,
The poore foole's rauish'd.
Gazet.
I am in my masters clothes,
They fit me to a hayre too, let but any
Indifferent gamester measure vs inch, by inch,
Or vvaigh vs by the standard, I may passe
I haue beene prou'd, and prou'd againe, true mettall.
Car.
How he suruayes himselfe.
Gaz.
I haue heard that some
Haue feol'd themselues at Court into good fortunes,
That neuer hop'd to thriue by wit in the City,
Or honesty in the Countrey. If I doe not
Make the best laugh at me, he weepe for my selfe,
If they giue me hearing. Tis resolu••d I'•• trie
What may be done. By your fauour ••ir, I pray you
Were you borne a Courtier?
Cara.
No sir, vvhy doe you aske?
Gaz.
Because I thought that none could be preferd,