_Fue_. Hees never from hym; nay I must begone; Past servyce is forgott. Doe you heare, my lorde? Beggars must be no chusers. I am one, The proverb proves it, an oulde serving man: At your choyse therefore be it, whether I Or that knave shall stay with you, for both must not; Your house (though lardge) cannot contayne us bothe. _Gan_. Why, whatts the matter, _Fue_? _Fue_. Matter of wronge. Full twoe and twentye severall liverye coatts, Made & composed all for severall yeares, Have I runne throughe in your most faythfull service. Oth scullerye I was three yeares before: So, blacke and blewe[86], I make account I've served Your Lordshypp five and twentye. _Gan_. What meanes thys? _Fue_. My servyce notwithstandinge, thys proude Jacke Abuses me in words I understand not; And therefore in playne tearmes if you keepe hym I am no longer for you. _Gan_. Patyence, man: If thys be all Ile see it remedyed. He shalbe sorrye for the wronge thats past And promyse thee to second it with other. _Fue_. Shall he? why, let him then, and I wilbe content to dye in peace. _Did_. I bothe repent and promyse no amends. _Fue_. Well, that shall pacyfie, we will be frends And live in peace together. _Did_. On condytion That hence you take no lycence to deprave My good indevours. _Fue_. In my contyence He wrongs me now agayne. _Did_. Nor on this growe Sawcie and insolent. _Fue_. Hay da! can oughte Proceeding from my gravitie to thee Be esteemd sawcynes? you heare, my lorde; Can fleshe and bloode induer thys? I doe knowe My servyce is more pretyous then to be Thus touzd and sullyed by hys envyous breathe; And though in pollycie I will not leave Your lordshypps servyce, yet if polycie Or brayne of man may studdye a revendge, Thys wytt of myne thats seldome showne in vayne Shall fashyon out a rare one. [_Exit La Fue_. _Gan_. Syllye foole! Come, _Didier_; mynde not hys peeyvishe hate Ile make thee yet obscurd an envyed state. [_Exeunt_. _Actus 2_. [SCENE I.] _Enter Orlando, Reinaldo, Oliver, Souldiers, Attendants_.