_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. _Tul_. Gentle Sir, Lay not a leaden loade of foule reproach Upon so weake a prop; what's done is past recal. If ought is done, unfitting to be done, The worst is done, my life must answer it.