PROLOGUE. Out, you soused gurnet, you woolfist! Begone, I say, and bid the players despatch, and come away quickly; and tell their fiery poet that, before I have done with him I'll make him do penance upon a stage in a calf's skin. JUGGLER. O Lord, sir, ye are deceived in me, I am no tale-carrier; I am a juggler. I have the superficial skill of all the seven liberal sciences at my fingers' end. I'll show you a trick of the twelves, and turn him over the thumbs with a trice; I'll make him fly swifter than meditation. I'll show you as many toys as there be minutes in a month, and as many tricks as there be motes in the sun. PROLOGUE. Prythee, what tricks canst thou do? JUGGLER. Marry, sir, I will show you a trick of cleanly conveyance--_Hei, fortuna furim nunquam credo_--with a cast of clean conveyance. Come aloft, Jack, for thy master's advantage. He's gone, I warrant ye. [SPECTRUM _is conveyed away, and_ WILY BEGUILED _stands in the place of it_. PROLOGUE. Mass, and 'tis well done! Now I see thou canst do something. Hold thee; there is twelvepence for thy labour. Go to that barm-froth poet, and to him say, He quite hath lost the title of his play; His calf-skin jests from hence are clean exil'd. Thus once you see, that Wily is beguil'd. [_Exit the_ JUGGLER. Now, kind spectators, I dare boldly say, You all are welcome to our author's play: Be still awhile, and, ere we go, We'll make your eyes with laughter flow. Let Momus' mates judge how they list. We fear not what they babble; Nor any paltry poet's pen Amongst that rascal rabble. But time forbids me further speech, My tongue must stop her race; My time is come, I must be dumb, And give the actors place. [_Exit_. DRAMATIS PERSONAE. GRIPE, _an Usurer_. PLOD-ALL, _a Farmer_. SOPHOS, _a Scholar_. CHURMS, _a Lawyer_. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. FORTUNATUS, _Gripe's son_. LELIA, _Gripe's daughter_. _Nurse_. PETER PLOD-ALL, _Plod-all's son_. PEG, _Nurse's daughter_. WILL CRICKET. MOTHER MIDNIGHT. _An Old Man_. SYLVANUS. _Clerk_. WILY BEGUILED.[140] _Enter_ GRIPE, _solus_.