[Exeunt.

[Scene 2.]

Enter Accutus and Graccus.

Grac.  Come, Accutus, discharge your follower; lets leave rubbing a while, since the byas runs so much the wrong way.  Sirra! these bowles which we roule and turn in our lower sypher are by use made wodden worldlings right, for every one strives who shall lye neerest the mistris.[256]

Ac.  They post indeed, as their nature is, in an even way, but they are cowards, theile abide no danger, they rub at everie mole-hil; if they tyre in going up a hill, they retire and come back againe.

Grac.  Well let them alley, bet all, then to rest away, begone.

Acut.[257] S’foote Graccus, heeres a couple of our old gamsters.  Oh! for quick conceite to beget a jest! heeres two, that either a man must be aquainted or quarrell with, & of two evils ile chose the latter; I hope I make it the lesser.  If I should be acquainted, the foole will haunt me, if I quarrell I may be so blest, as to be rid of a foole.

Grac.  I have a womans wit for a suddaine stratageme.

    Enter Scil. and Servulis.[258]

Scil.  No, by my troth, by this bright horrison—­

Accut.  An excellent Cuckoo, hee keepes his note in Winter.

Scil.  I haue no appetite at all to live in the countrie any more; now, as they say, I have got a smacke on the Cittie.  Slid, I thinke (as the proverbe goes) I was wrapt in my mother’s smocke the day I was begotten, I thank the Goddesse Cupid for it.  I am so favourd of the Women, my hostes loves me execrably.

Accut.  Good reason, fooles make good sport.

Grac.  Sever, sever, ere wee bee discovered.

Ser.  Sir, the respective regard of your well governed partes do challenge a mellifluous species of enduement or contumelious estimation.

Grac.  Gentles, God save ye, well over-taken Gallants.

Scil.  Welcome, by the welkin.

Grac.  This is verie pleasant weather.

Ser.  Sir the ayre is frugall.

Grac.  Is that Gentleman of your Company?

Scil.  Our company sir, no, we are no companions for lame Souldiers.

Grac.  Propper man, pittie he is so regardles.  A good legge, it seemes he has some greefe in it.

Scil.  Nay, and he be lame, ile talke to him; there’s so many lustie knaves walkes now a daies will not sticke to give a man hard words, if he be not disposed to charitie.  Harke ye sir, I understand ye are a propper man, and that you have a good legge.

Accut.  And what of that, Sir?

Scil.  What of that! slid, he answers me like a sturdie beggar alreadie! by the five elements, or sences, I aske ye for no hurt, ile bestowe my charitie as franke as—­

Acut.  Stoope and looke out, zounds a Gentleman cannot come by a misfortune in service or so, but everie foole wil ride him.  Take that.
                                                               [Exit.