_Hostis_. Oh excellent! now we shal see them unmaskt. [_Exit_. _Get_. In troth, I had good hope the formost had bene _Acteon_, when I saw his hornes. _Cit. wif_. Sure the middlemost was my husband, see if he have not a wen in his forehead. _Enter Maskers_. _Host_. God blesse thee, noble _Caesar_, & all these brave bridegroomes, with their fine little dydoppers, that looke before they sleep to throw away their maiden heads: I am host of the Hobbie, _Cornut_. is my neighbour, but wele pull of his bopeeper; thou't know me by my nose, I am a mad merie grig, come to make thy grace laugh; sir _Scillicet_ my guest; all true canaries, that love juce of grapes, god blesse thy Maiestie. _Acut_. How now, mine Host? _Host_. Ha, ha, I spie a jest. Ha, ha, _Cornutus, Cornutus_. _Acut_. Nay, mine host, heeres a moate in your eye to [_sic_]. _Scil_. S'lid, I hope they have not serv'd me so; by the torrid y'are an asse, a flat Asse, but the best is I know who did it; twas either you or some body else; by gad, I remember it as wel as if it were done now. _Host_. T[h]ou shalt answer it to my leige, ile not be so misused, ye have a wrong element, theres fire in my face, weele mount and ascend. I'me misused, the mad comrades have plaide the knaves. Justice, my brave _Caesar_. _Accut_. Ile answer it, mine Host. Pardon, greate _Caesar_: The intent was merriment, the reason this: A true brow bends to see good things a misse, Men turned to beasts, and such are you mine Host; Ile show you else, you are a Goate, look here! Now come you, this is your's, you know it, doe you not? How old are you? are you not a Goate now? Shall I teach you how to use a wife and keepe her In the rank of goodnes? linke her to thy soule, Devide not _individium_, be her and she thee, Keepe her from the Serpent, let her not Gad To everie Gossips congregation; For there is blushing modestie laide out And a free rayne to sensual turpitude Given out at length and lybidinous acts, Free chat, each giving counsell and sensure _Capream maritum facere_, such art thou Goate. Be not so secure. And you, my grand _Cornutus_, Thou Ram, thou seest thy shame, a pent-house To thy eye-browes, doost not glorie in it, doost? Thou'lt lye in a Trucklebed, at thy wives bed feete, And let her goe a Gossiping while thou sweepest the kitchin. Look, she shall witnesse[325] against thee. _Corn_. My wife there? I must be gone then. _Acut_. Oh fye, betray not thy self so grossely. _Cor_. I pray ye pardon me. _Accut_. I dare not. _Cor_. I sir, but afterward may come after claps. I know the world well enough. _Accut_. Mischiefe of the Devill, be man, not all beast, do not lye,----both sheetes doe not. _Cit. w_. I warrant this fellow has as many eies as a Lamprey, hee could never see so farre into the world else. _Accu_. And thou pure asse, meere asse, thy eares become thee well, yfaith. _Scil_. I think you merit to make a Musition of me, you furnish me with a good eare.