Flav.  I prethee, appoint the time.

Lent.  About a week hence, love.

Flav.  Oh, tis too intolerable long.

Lent.  Then foure daies.

Flav.  Foure daies is foure times foure & twenty hours.  That’s too long too.

Lent.  We cannot sooner be readie.

Flav.  Yes, and unreadie[291] too in a day and a halfe.

Lent.  Well then two daies.

Flav.  Til then weele feede on conceite; Tully, thanke me, but for your companie I would not tarry so long; come, Tully, since we shall bee married all at one time, weele goe to bed so, and he shall be maister of the Cock-pit that bids his Gossips[292] first.

[Exeunt.

[ACT THE FOURTH.

Scene 1.]

    Enter Accutus and Graccus.

Acut.  Nay quicke, Graccus, least our houre forestall us, ile in and deale for your disguise; tarry thou & give mine host a share of our intent; marry, charge him to keep it as secret as his Garbage.  He undoes our drift [else] and cloathes the foole in sackcloath during his life.

Gra.  Ile warrant thee ile manage it with as good judgement as a Constable his charge.

Acut.  And I mine as a watchman his office.

Gra.  Better, I hope; well about it.

[Exit [Acutus].

Enter[293] Host.  Prentices pass over the stage.

Host.  There, there my little lackey boyes, give the word as ye passe, look about to my guests there; score up at the Bar there; again, agen, my fine Mercuries; if youle live in the facultie, be rulde by instructions, you must be eyed like a Serjeant, an eare like a Belfounder, your conscience a Schoolemaister, a knee like a Courtier, a foote[294] like a Lackey, and a tongue like a Lawyere.  Away, away, my brave bullies! welcome, sweete Signior, I cannot bow to thy knee, I’me as stout & as stiff as a new made knight, but if I say the word, mine Host bids the Cobler—­

Gra.  May I crave a word of you, mine Host?

Host.  Thou shalt whisper in mine eare, I will see and say little; what I say duns[295] the mouse and welcom, my bullies.

    Enter Scillicet and Getica.

Scil.  By the torrid zone (sweet heart) I have thought well of you ever since I loved ye, as a man wold say, like a young dancer, out of all measure; if it please you yfaith anything I have promised you ile performe it to a haire, ere to morrow night.

Get.  I wounder [sic] I can heare no newes of my man and my puppie.

Scil.  Doe you thinke, sweet heart, to be maried by day light or by torch-light?

Get.  By night is more Lady-like.  Ile have a cryer to cry my puppie sure.

Scil.  What thinke ye if we had an offering?