Ignoramus a comedy as it was several times acted with extraordinary applause before the Majesty of King James : with a supplement which, out of respect to the students of the common law, was hitherto wanting / written in Latine by R. Ruggles ... ; and translated into English by R. C. ...

The Twelfth SCENE of the Fourth ACT.

The ARGUMENT.

Pyropus comes with Sergeants to arrest Antonio and Trico, Trico is taken by them, whom Antonio doth not acknowledge; he is therefore to be hurried away to Jayl. Not long after Antonio himself is arrested, And Trico to return like for like will take no notice of him. Antonio by his Sword doth redeem himself from the hands of the Sergeants.

Antonio, Trico, Pyropus, Sergeants.

Anto.

OH Trico, but just now I saw Ignoramus carryed away to Saint Severi••s Monastery. What makes you so Melancholy.

Tri.

There is another Tempest hanging over our heads master.

Anto.

I am sorry for it, what may it be.

Tri.

I observed Pyropus to go unto the Judge, who hath assign∣ed him some Hounds to Hunt us.

Anto.

Hounds—what Hounds?

Tric.

The Sheriffs Hounds, who doth Hunt after you to take you and to throw you into prison; and then all things will be known to your Father.

Anto.

Let us contrive some way to preserve our selves.

Py.

You see (friends) what you have to do these are they who de∣tain

my Cloaths from me; you may spare the young Gentleman for the present, but be sure you take his servant into your custod••▪

Tri.

I am undone. What would you have with me.

Pyro.

Either go to prison, or restore my Goods unto me; you are now under custody.

Tri.

There is my master himself, demand them of him; I am but a servant.

Anto.

What shall I do? I must dissemble.

Pyro.

Will yov return my Cloaths back unto me, or will you see your servant dragged to the Jayle for them?

Anto.

Let him go whither he will for me; what have I to doe with him? are you not ashamed to speak with so little respect to a Gentleman of my fashion and a stranger.

Tri.

Forbear your English at this present, I pray you master, and give back the Cloth unto the Broaker.

Anto.

What are you? I know you not, Trico, Excuse me I must now counterfeit as if I knew thee not?

Tri.

What will you pretend not to know me.

Anto.

Hold your peace I pray, and play the Counterfeit a little.

Tri.

Hold your peace, and play the counterfeit, you have got what you will of me▪ and now you will not know me.

Pyro.

Do you not know him?

Anto.

I know him, no not I; and give me leave I pray not to know you neither.

Tri.

Do not you fool me? know you not Trico's master▪

Anto.

What Tricks? what Trico?

Tri.

I would I never had been Trico? will you suffer them to hurry me to Jayle?

Anto.

What have I to do with you, hold your peace I say, and play the counterfe••t.

Tri.

Do you not hear how he commandeth me to hold my play and play the counterfeit.

Anto.

What a lying knave is this, did I say so?

Pyro.

If I should drag him to prison, I should not deal uncivily with him.

Anto.

What is that to me; do what you will with him; I have no relation to him, I neither do, nor will know him.

Tri.

Masters for the most part doe so deale with their servants,

after they have got what they will of them, they lay them by, and make use of them no more, what? Are you ingrateful master? must your counterfeit Rings be given to a plain dealing, and a down right honest man verily?

Pyro.

What verily again? I will no more be so deluded with verilies, I am now another man.

Anto.

Well! I will go about my businesse, Fare you well. It grieves me thus to leave him, but what shall I do?

Exit.

Tri.

What is he gone? O most unworthy man? but, friend I have all those Cloaths in my own custody which you delivered to me, and if you please I will return them to you, the rest (as you your self see) are upon my masters own back.

Pyro.

Sergeant! Do some of you go with him,

Exeunt.

In the mean time I will tarry here until you return. How many men are there, that resemble this mans master; they are good for no∣thing but to make a fine show, and to set a face upon a businesse; they are like the Ring he gave me, it carries with it a fair promi∣sing show, and lustre, but try it at the Touch-stone the brittleness of the mettal will presently betray it self.

Enter Trico.

Tri.

Look you Sir, here are the Cloaths which were in my cu∣stody; Am I not an honest man now verily?

Pyro.

Yes verily and thereupon I give you your liberty; but tell me I pray, is he who hath the Mole in his face the same Gen∣tleman that came this morning with you to my shop?

Tri.

What doe you think of him? do you take him to be the same man?

Pyro.

I doe indeed, but if I light upon him again, I shall go neer to lay him fast enough, but see where he comes, as if he meant to out-brave me.

Ant.

It grieves me that I left Trico in such Distresse.

Pyro.

Secure him.

Anto.

What means this?

Pyro.

Your English will not serve your turne now, you shall even go where you deserve to be.

Anto.

Trico, I pray you work some trick now that I go not to prison.

Tri.

Who I! I understand you not.

Ant.

No? —Use your invention; find out one Artifice or ano¦ther

to preserve me from the infamy of the Jayle; now stand me instead Trico?

Tri.

What now I am Trico again; it is not long ago since you did not know me, and now I will not know you.

Anto.

Contrive some way I pray you.

Pyro.

Take him away Serjeants.

Tri.

Een where you will; I know him not (you counterfeit as if I did not know you) do you remember it?

Anto.

What? Do you not know me Trico, then?

Tri.

St, hold your peace, and play the counterfeit?

Anto.

Acknowledge me to be thy master, and own me but this once Trico.

Tri.

Hold your peace I say and play the counterfeit.

Anto.

Do you hear Friends this man doth know me well e∣nough he is my servant.

Tri.

Not I, I know him not, suffer me not to know you. Doe you remember it Sir.

Pyr.

He can speak now in some other language—come, let us go.

Anto.

Trico, what would you have them to dragge me hence?

Tri

Where they please—Nay—in the word ungratefull all vices are comprehended—I'le be packing too.

Pyro.

Sergeants have a care of your prisoner, see him in safe custody?

Anto.

If I go to prison, it is my utter undoing.

Pyro.

What English again?

Anto.

I'le rather dye—away Knaves, Villains, I will kill you all, he makes a flourish with his drawn sword.

Pyro.

O me—Why Sergeants, Varlets; whither do you run with a mischiefe to you? return, and do your duties—if I complain not to the Sheriff—

They run away.

Ant.

I have redeemed my self. But what shall become of me now? Truth the Daughter of time will bring this, and all my late extra∣vagancies to the light; my Father (whom I am ashamed to have cajoled with so many Circumventions) will at the last be informed of them; & yet there are many, who I know in love have commit∣ted many grosser mistakes, but suppose it should come to my fathers Ear, he will be very angry at the first, and fret, and fume; but a Fathers anger cannot continue long: but come what will come;

Rosabella is now my own, and shall be so, she being safe, all things are safe with me, my Life and Fortunes are Woven into hers. Howsoever I will repayre unto a Friend of mine on these new expedients to take new Counsels.