Ac.  Oh man, this hemming is the most hatefulst thing, theres not the most publique punck,[273] nor worm-eaten bawd that can abide it, and honestie would run madde to heare it.  But come we waste time, tis now about the mid of day; we must sowe arithmatike by the houres, that at[274] the morrowes highth Philautus awake again, at which time he shall be on his Hearse, and all the Guestes of the Hobbye invited to accompany his ghost, when being awake, himselfe and all shall see if drunkenesse be not mad misterie.

Grac.  But I prethee, practise some milder behaviour at the ordinarie, be not al madman.

Acut.  Push,[275] ile bee all observative, and yet ifaith I grieve to see this double garded[276] age, all side-coate, all foole.  Fye thou keepest the sports from the marke; away, and returne.  What newes is now in progresse.

Grac.  I have the newest. Terentia, Daughter to the olde Senate, thogh Lentulus left the field to come to her, yet she hath forsaken him in the open field, and shee’s for our young Oratour, Tully; she has vowd by Venus legge and the little God of Love, he shall be her captaine; sheele serve under him, till death us depart,[277] and thereto, I plight thee my troth.

Acut.  More Ladies Terentias, I crie still, That prise a saint before a Silken foole.  She that loves true learning and pomp disdaines Treads on Tartarus and Olimpus gaines.

Grac.  I, marrie, but then would learning be in colours, proud, proud; then would not foure nobles purchase a benefice, two Sermons in a yeare.

Accut.  I, Graccus, now thou hitst the finger right
Upon the shoulder of Ingratitude. 
Thou hast clapt an action of flat felony;
Now, ill betide that partiall judgement
That doomes a farmers rich adultus
To the supremacie of a Deanrie,
When needie, yet true grounded Discipline,
Is govern’d with a threed bare Vycarage.

Grac.  I, thou speakst well of their sides that are liberally overseene in the sciences.  I take no hold on’t, but were all men of thy minde, then would everie Schoole-maister bee a Senate, and there would never come Cobler to be Constable againe.

Accut.  Ynough, ynough, Graccus, let silence seale up our secret thoughts and libertie say,

    Virtus sola summa gloria,
    Quae format homines vero honore.

[ACT THE THIRD.

Scene 1.]

    Enter Flaminius and Tully.

Flam.  Goe to, I say, urge no more, tis Taverne talke, for Taverners Table talke for all the vomit of rumor.  What newes, saies one? none so new as this:  Tully shall be married to Terentia.  What newes says another? the same, the same.  Whose consent have ye? not mine, I deny it.  I must know of it, ile have a hand; goe to, no more.