AMORETTO'S PAGE. Sirrah Jack, shall you and I play Sir Raderic and Amoretto, and reward these fiddlers? I'll my Master Amoretto, and give them as much as he useth. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. And I my old Master Sir Raderic. Fiddlers, play. I'll reward you; faith, I will. AMORETTO'S PAGE. Good faith, this pleaseth my sweet mistress admirably. Cannot you play _Twitty, twatty, fool_? or, _To be at her, to be at her_? SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. Have you never a song of Master Dowland's making? AMORETTO'S PAGE. Or, _Hos ego versiculos feci_, &c. A pox on it! my Master Amoretto useth it very often: I have forgotten the verse. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. Sir Theon,[131] here are a couple of fellows brought before me, and I know not how to decide the cause: look in my Christmas-book, who brought me a present. AMORETTO'S PAGE. On New-Year's day, goodman Fool brought you a present; but goodman Clown brought you none. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. Then the right is on goodman Fool's side. AMORETTO'S PAGE. My mistress is so sweet, that all the physicians in the town cannot make her stink; she never goes to the stool. O, she is a most sweet little monkey. Please your worship, good father, yonder are some would speak with you. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. What, have they brought me anything? If they have not, say I take physic. [SIR RADERIC'S _voice within_.] Forasmuch, fiddlers, as I am of the peace, I must needs love all weapons and instruments that are for the peace, among which I account your fiddles, because they can neither bite nor scratch. Marry, now, finding your fiddles to jar, and knowing that jarring is a cause of breaking the peace, I am, by the virtue of my office and place, to commit your quarrelling fiddles to close prisonment in their cases. [_The fiddlers call within_.] Sha ho! Richard! Jack! AMORETTO'S PAGE. The fool within mars our play without. Fiddlers, set it on my head. I use to size my music, or go on the score for it: I'll pay it at the quarter's end. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. Farewell, good Pan! sweet Thamyras,[132] adieu! Dan Orpheus, a thousand times farewell! JACK FIDDLERS. You swore you would pay us for our music. SIR RADERIC'S PAGE. For that I'll give Master Recorder's law, and that is this: there is a double oath--a formal oath and a material oath; a material oath cannot be broken, the formal oath may be broken. I swore formally. Farewell, fiddlers. PHILOMUSUS. Farewell, good wags, whose wits praiseworth I deem, Though somewhat waggish; so we all have been. STUDIOSO. Faith, fellow-fiddlers, here's no silver found in this place; no, not so much as the usual Christmas entertainment of musicians, a black jack of beer and a Christmas pie. [_They walk aside from their fellows_. PHILOMUSUS. Where'er we in the wide world playing be, Misfortune bears a part, and mars our melody; Impossible to please with music's strain, Our heart-strings broke are, ne'er to be tun'd again.