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 Second SCENE of the Fifth ACT.

The ARGUMENT.

Vince and Nell make sport with one another, but seeing Ignoramus whom they take for a Mad man they run away.

Vince▪ and Nell stay▪

Vin.

STay Nell—stay.

Nell.

I cannot, O Lord, you are such another Trully I think.

Vin.

O Lord, you are such another Trull I think.

Nell.

I tell you, I must wait upon my Lady.

Vin.

I tell you, you must wait on me.

Nell.

I will Sir.

She makes a Curtsey to him.

Vin.

How now Maid! what's that your Curtsey? down — down—down—descend — lower yet— lower yet— sweep me the ground with your breech now, and swim away?

Nell.

Now Ile go.

Vin.

Nell, Nell, Didst thou ever see the Man in the Moon?

Nell.

No faith, prethee let me see him?

Vin.

Look here?

He chops her under the Chin.

Nell.

Beshrew your heart bloud, you had almost made me bite my tongue in two.

Vin.

What need ears and tongues in this Country, we are both deaf, and dumb here.

Nell.

It's a strange Countrey, All the little Barns can speake French here; and yet we cannot.

Vin.

So do the piggs to.

Nell.

What?

Vin.

Ovy, Ovy, Ovy, Do they not so?

Nell.

Here's one thing I shall never endure.

Vin.

What's that prethee.

Nell.

They say, we maids must drink nothing but water.

Vin.

That's true Nell, but 'tis no matter; youl'e make water, though you drink nothing but wine.

Nell.

Fie Vince, how you talk?

Vin.

As though you do not do it? what a simpering is here?

Nell.

Vince, Vince, they wear fine Cloaths here.

Vin.

I, but terrible soul shirts here; but, Nell, you must be very bold,

Nell.

Why are their Women so?

Vin.

Yes all with their blind Bayards.

Nell.

you are alwayes flouting.

Vin.

You must learn to mock too, you must frump your own Father here upon occasion.

Nell.

I have a pretty wit for a Frump, though I say it, but good Vince, if you love me, take heed of one thing.

Vin.

What's that?

Nell.

of eating Grapes, for fear you take a Surfet.

Vin.

I love them not, quoth the Fox, I would I could come at them.

Nell.

Faith—you'l be sick then?

Vin.

I, sick? what heart of Oak? body of Brasse? I am not such a puler as Mistresse Katharine to be Sea-sick, and have a Coach sent for me, well fare old Bell-metal.

Nell.

Harke! — I think I am called; nay, Fie master Vince, you spoyle my Ruffe; Faith I'le give you no more sweet-meats, when I go to my Ladies Closet.

Vin.

Peace, Nell, I'le hand you in, by the Arm after the French fashion, O my dear Damosella!

Nell.

O my Monsieur!

Vin.

Go apace, yonder comes a mad man.

Exeunt.