_Pen._ Blow you my Mistriss, Sir, as flat as a Flounder, Then blow her up again, as Butchers blow their Veals; If she dye upon the same Bury her, bury her in Gods name. _Cla._ Thou art a merry knave: by this hand I'll feed thee, Till thou crack'st at both ends, if thou dar'st do this Thou shall eat no fantastical Porridge, Nor lick the dish where oil was yesterday, Dust, and dead Flies to day; Capons, fat Capons-- _Pen._ Oh hearty sound. _Cla._ Cramb'd full of itching Oysters. _Pen._ Will ye have the Dutchess? _Cla._ And Lobsters big as Gauntlets, Thou shalt despise base Beef. _Pen._ I do despise it, And now methinks I feel a Tart come sliding. _Cla._ Leaping into thy mouth: but first deal faithfully. _Pen._ When will ye come? _Cla._ To morrow. _Pen._ I'll attend ye, For then my Master will be out in business. _Cla._ What news abroad? _Pen._ 'Mas, as I was coming to you, I heard that Signior _Silvio_, a good Gentleman, Many a good meal I have eaten wit[h] him-- _Cla._ What of him? _Pen._ Was this day to be arraigned before the Dutchess, But why, I could not hear. _Cla. Silvio_ arraign'd? Go, get ye gone, and think of me. _Pen._ I flie Sir. [_Exit_ Pen. _Cla._ Arraign'd? for what? for my supposed death? no, That cannot be sure, there's no rumor of it, Be it what it will, I will be there and see it, And if my help will bring him off, he has it. [_Exit._ _Scæna Quinta._ _Enter Dutchess, Lords_, Silvio _prisoner_, Belvidere, Bartello, Rodope, _Clark, Counsellors, Attendants_. _Du._ Read the Edict last made, Keep silence there. Clerk. _If any man of what condition soever, and a subject,_ _after the publishing of this Edict, shall without special_ _Licence from the great Dutchess, attempt or buy, offer,_ _or make an attempt, to solicite the love of the Princess_ Belvidere, _the person so offending, shall forfeit his life_.