_Aram_. You three serve three; those three do seeke to one; One shall her finde; he comes, and she is gone. _Io_. This is a wise answer: her going caused his comming; For if she had nere gone he had nere come. _Mop_. Good maister wizard, leave these murlemewes and tel _Mopso_ plainly whether _Gemulo_ my maister, that gentle shepheard, shall win the love of the faire shepheardesse, his flocke-keeper, or not; and Ile give ye a bottle of as good whey as ere ye laid lips to. _Fris_. And good father Fortune-teller, let _Frisco_ knowe whether _Siluio_ my maister, that lustie Forrester, shall gaine that same gay shepheardesse or no. Ile promise ye nothing for your paines but a bag full of nuts, and if I bring a crab or two in my pocket take them for advantage. _Io_. And gentle maister wise-man, tell _Ioculo_ if his noble maister _Ascanio_, that gallant courtier, shal be found by me, and she found by him for whom he hath lost his father's favour and his owne libertie and I my labour; and Ile give ye thankes, for we courtiers neither giue nor take bribes. _Aram_. I take your meaning better then your speech, And I will graunt the thing you doo beseech. But, for the teares of Lovers be no toyes, He tell their chaunce in parables to boyes. _Fris_. In what ye will lets heare our maisters' luck. _Aram_. Thy maister's Doe shall turne unto a Buck; (_To Frisco_.) Thy maister's Eawe be chaunged to a Ram; (_To Mopso_.) Thy maister seeks a maide and findes a man, (_To Ioculo_.) Yet for his labor shall he gaine his meede; The other two shall sigh to see him speede. _Mop_. Then my maister shall not win the shepheardesse? _Aram_. No, hast thee home and bid him right his wrong, The shepheardesse will leave his flock ere long. _Mop_. Ile run to warne my master of that. [_Exit_. _Fris_. My maister wood-man takes but woodden paines to no purpose, I thinke: what say ye, shall he speed? _Aram_. No, tell him so, and bid him tend his Deare And cease to woe: he shall not wed this yeare. _Fris_. I am not sorie for it; farewell, _Ioculo_. [_Exit_. _Io_. I may goe with thee, for I shall speed even so too by staying behinde. _Aram_. Better, my Boy, thou shalt thy maister finde And he shall finde the partie he requires, And yet not find the summe of his desires. Keep on that way; thy maister walkes before, Whom, when thou findst, loose him good Boy no more. [_Exit ambo_. _Actus Quartus_. _Enter Ascanio and Ioculo_.