_Bust._ My Lord; if you have e'r a drunken Jade that has the staggers, That will fall twice the height of our Mill with him: set him O' th' back on him: a galled _Jennet_ that will winch him out o' the Saddle, and break one on's necks, or a shank of him (there was A fool going that way, but the Asse had better luck;) Or one of your brave _Bar[b]aries_, that would pass the Straits, and run Into his own Countrey with him; the first Moor he met, would Cut his throat for Complexions sake: there's as deadly feud between A _Moor_ and a Miller, as between black and white. _Otr._ Fie, fie, this is unnatural _Bustofa_, Unless on some strong cause. _Bust._ Be Judge (my Lord) I am studied in my part: the _Julian_ Feast is to day: the Countrey Expects me; I speak all the dumb shews: my Sister chosen for A Nimph. The gentle Whale whose feet so fell: Cry mercy, That was some of my part: But his charge is to keep the Mill, And disappoint the Revels. _Otr._ Indeed, there it speaks shrewdly for thee; the Countrey expecting. _Bust._ I, and for mine own grace too. _Otr._ Yes, and being studied too: and the main Speaker too. _Bust._ The main? why all my Speech lies in the main, And the dry ground together: The thundering seas, whose, &c. _Otr._ Nay, then thou must go, thou'lt be much condemn'd else. But then o'th'other side, obedience. _Bust._ Obedience? But speak your conscience now (my Lord) Am not I past asking blessing at these years? Speak as you're a Lord, if you had a Miller to your father. _Otr._ I must yield to you (_Bustofa_,) your reasons Are so strong, I cannot contradict: This I think, If you goe; your Sister ought to go along with you. _Bust._ There I stumble now: she is not at age. _Otr._ Why, she's fifteen, and upwards. _Bust._ Thereabouts. _Otr._ That's womans ripe age; as full as thou art At one and twenty: she's manable, is she not? _Bust._ I think not: poor heart, she was never try'd in my conscience. 'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if he Would kiss her. _Otr._ What man? _Bust._ Not if he would kiss her, I say. _Otr._ Oh, 'twas cleanlier than I expected: well Sir, I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is, You may take her along: this is half way: The rest (_Gerasto_) and I hunt my prey,-- [_Exit._ _Bust._ Away with the old Miller (my Lord) and the Mill Strikes sail presently. _Enter_ Pedro, _with_ Gerasto _blind, singing_. SONG. Ger. _Come follow me (you Countrey-Lasses)_ _And you shall see such sport as passes:_ _You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing_; Pedro _he shall rub the string:_ _Each shall have a loose bodied Gown_ _Of green; and laugh till you lie down._ _Come follow me, come follow_, &c.