HORA. 'Death! will a'leaue me? Fvscvs ARISTIVS, doe you heare? Gods of Rome! you faid, you had somewhat to say to me, in priuate. ARIS. I, but I fee, you are now imploi'd with that gentleman: 'twere offence to trouble you. I'le take fome fitter oportunitie, farewell. HORA. Mischiefe, and torment! ô, my foule, and 20 heart, 25 How are you crampt with anguish! Death it felfe Brings not the like convulfions. ô, this day, That euer I should view thy tedious face CRIS. HORACE, what paffion? what humour is this? 30 (A friend, and mocke me thus!) neuer was man So left vnder the axe-how now. T Act III. Scene III. MINOS, LICTORS, CRISPINVS, HORACE. Hat's he, in the imbrodered hat, there, with the LICT. LABERIVS CRISPINVS; I arreft you in the CRIS. Me, fir? doe you arrest me? LICT. I, fir, at the fute of Mafter MINOS the pothecarie. [301] HORA. Thankes, great APOLLO: I will not flip thy fauour offered me in my efcape, for my fortunes. 19 a'] he G Q [Exit. G, N 5 ΙΟ 23 offence] sinne Q 24 farewell.] Adue. Exit. MINOS, with two Lictors. | How now? G, N SCENA TERTIA. Q Act... Demetrivs.] om. G, N Q Min. 1716+ 10 [Exit hastily. G, N 1 Minos. CRIS. Mafter MINOS? I know no master MINOS. Where's HORACE? HORACE? HORACE? CRIS. O yes; I know you, mafter MINOS: 'crie you mercy. But HORACE? Gods me, is he gone? MINO. I, and fo would you too, if you knew how. Officer, looke to him. CRIS. Doe you heare, mafter MINOS? pray' let's be vs'd like a man of our owne fashion. By IANVS, and IVPITER, I meant to haue paied you next weeke, euery drachme. Seeke not to eclipfe my reputation, thus vulgarly. MINO. Sir, your oathes cannot ferue you, you know I haue forborne you long. CRIS. I am confcious of it, fir. Nay, I befeech you, gentlemen, doe not exhale me thus; remember 'tis but for sweet meates LICT. Sweet meat must haue fowre fawce, fir. Come along. CRIS. Sweet, mafter MINOS: I am forfeited to eternall difgrace, if you doe not commiferate. Good officer, be not fo officious. 15 20 25 30 15 Gods 'Slid Q meats N 27 sweetmeats G sweatmeats N 28 sweat Act III. Scene III. TVCCA, PVRGVS. MINOS, LICTORS, VVH METRIVS. Hy, how now, my good brace of bloud- ban-dogs, wee are Captaine TVCCA, that talke to you, you inhumane pilchers. MINO. Sir, he is their prifoner. Tvcc. Their peftilence. What are you, fir? Tvcc. Then you are not farre diftant from a foole, fir. MINO. A pothecarie, fir. Tvcc. I knew thou waft not a phyfician; fough: out of my noftrils, thou ftink'ft of lotium, and the fyringe away, quack-faluer. Follower, my fword. PYRG. Here, noble leader, youle doe no harme with it: I'le truft you. Tycc. Doe you heare, you, good-man flaue? hooke, ramme, rogue, catch-pole, lose the gent'man, or by my veluet armes LICT. What will you doe, fir? The Officer ftrikes up his heeles. Tvcc. Kiffe thy hand, my honourable actiue varlet: and imbrace thee, thus. [302] PYRG. O patient metamorphofis! 5 ΙΟ 15 20 SCENA QVARTA. Q Act... DEMETRIVS. [Enter Tucca and Pyrgi. G Enter TUCCA and two Pyrgi. N 2 whether Q 15 I Pyr. G 20 S.D.] om. Q his sword. G, N 3 gentleman 1640+ 1 Tuc. Q, 1716+ 12 thou wast] that was Q 18 Gentleman 1716+ [Strikes up his heels, and seizes 23 1 Pyr. G Pyr. [Aside to the other.] N Tvcc. My fword, my tall rafcall. LICT. Nay, foft, fir: Some wiser then fome. bee cherish'd, flaue; here's three drachmes for thee: PYRG. There's halfe his lendings gone. LICT. No, fir, your first word shall stand: I'le hold all. Tvcc. Nay, but, rogue LICT. You would make a rescue of our prisoner, fir, you? Tvcc. I, a rescue? away inhumane varlet. Come, come, I neuer relish aboue one ieft at most; doe not difguft me: Sirra, doe not. Rogue, I tell thee, rogue, doe not. LICT. How, fir? rogue? Tvcc. I, why! thou art not angrie, rafcall? art thou? LICT. I cannot tell, fir, I am little better, vpon these termes. 25 30 35 40 Tvcc. Ha! gods, and fiends! why, do'st heare? 45 rogue, thou, giue me thy hand; I fay vnto thee, thy hand: rogue. What? do'ft not thou know me? not me, rogue? not Captaine TVCCA, rogue? MINO. Come; pra' furrender the gentleman his fword, officer; we'll haue no fighting here. Tvcc. What's thy name? MINO. MINOs, an't please you. Tvcc. MINOs? come, hither, MINOS; Thou art a wife fellow, it feemes: Let me talke with thee. CRIS. Was euer wretch fo wretched, as vnfortunate I? Tvcc. art' not? Thou art one of the centum viri, old boy, 50 55 29 2 Pyr, G [Aside.] N friends 1640, 1692, 1716, W 37-8 difguft] disgeste Q 45 fiends] MINO. No, indeed, mafter Captaine. Tvcc. Goe to, thou shalt be, then: I'le ha' thee one, 60 MINOS. Take my fword from thofe rafcals, do'st thou fee? goe, doe it: I cannot attempt with patience. What does this gentleman owe thee, little MINOS? MINO. Fourescore fefterties, fir. Tvcc. What? no more? Come, thou shalt release 65 him, MINOS: what, I'le bee his baile, thou shalt take my word, old boy, and cafheere these furies: thou fhalt do't, I fay, thou fhalt, little MINOS, thou shalt. CRIS. Yes, and as I am a gentleman, and a reueller, I'le make a peece of poetrie, and abfolue all, within 70 these fiue daies. Tvcc. Come, MINOS is not to learne how to vse a gent'man of qualitie, I know; My fword: If hee pay thee not, I will, and I muft, old boy. Thou shalt bee my pothecary too: ha'ft good eringo's, MINOS? MINO. The best in Rome, fir. Tvcc. Goe too then-Vermine, know the house. [303] PYRG. I warrant you, Collonell. 75 Tvcc. For this gentleman, MINOS? MINO. I'le take your word, Captaine. Tvcc. Thou haft it, my sword 80 MINO. Yes, fir: but you must discharge the arrest, Mafter CRISPINVS. Tvcc. How, MINOS? looke in the gentlemans face, and but reade his filence. Pay, pay; 'tis honour, 85 MINOS. CRIS. BY IOVE, sweet Captaine, you doe most infinitely endeare, and oblige me to you. Tvcc. Tut, I cannot complement, by MARS: but IVPITER loue me, as I loue good wordes, and good 90 clothes, and there's an end. Thou shalt giue my boy that girdle, and hangers, when thou haft worne them a little more 64 sesterces N 73 gentleman G, N 78 1 Pyr. G |