_Daugh._ I can tell your fortune. You are a fool: tell ten, I have poz'd him: Buz Friend you must eat no white bread, if you do Your teeth will bleed extremely, shall we dance ho? I know you, y'are a Tinker: Sir, ha Tinker Stop no more holes, but what you should. _Sch. Dii boni._ A Tinker Damzell? _Daug._ Or a Conjurer: raise me a devill now; and let him play. _Quipassa_, o'th' bels and bones. _Sch._ Go take her, and fluently persuade her to a peace: _Et opus exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec ignis._ Strike up, and lead her in. _2._ Come Lass, lets trip it. _Daugh._ I'll lead. [_Wind Horns._ _3._ Doe, doe. _Sch._ Persuasively, and cunningly: away boys, [_Ex. all but Schoolemaster._ I hear the horns: give me some Meditation, and mark your Cue; _Pallas_ inspire me. _Enter Thes. Pir. Hip. Emil. Arcite: and train._ _Thes._ This way the Stag took. _Sch._ Stay, and edifie. _Thes._ What have we here? _Per._ Some Countrey sport, upon my life Sir. _Thes._ Well Sir, goe forward, we will edifie. Ladies sit down, we'll stay it. _Sch._ Thou doughtie Duke all hail: all hail sweet Ladies. _Thes._ This is a cold beginning. _Sch._ If you but favor; our Country pastime made is, We are a few of those collected here That ruder Tongues distinguish villager, And to say veritie, and not to fable; We are a merry rout, or else a rable Or company, or by a figure, _Chorus_ That for thy dignitie will dance a Morris. And I that am the rectifier of all By title Pedagogus, that let fall The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a Ferula the tall ones, Doe here present this Machine, or this frame And daintie Duke, whose doughtie dismall fame From _Dis_ to _Dedalus_, from post to pillar Is blown abroad; help me thy poor well willer, And with thy twinckling eyes, look right and straight Upon this mighty Morr--of mickle waight Is--now comes in, which being glew'd together Makes Morris, and the cause that we came hither The body of our sport of no small study I first appear, though rude, and raw, and muddy, To speak before thy noble grace, this tenner: At whose great feet I offer up my penner. The next the Lord of May, and Lady bright, The Chambermaid, and Servingman by night That seek out silent hanging: Then mine Host And his fat Spouse, that welcomes to their cost The gauled Traveller, and with a beck'ning Informes the Tapster to inflame the reck'ning: Then the beast eating Clown, and next the fool, The _Bavian_, with long tail, and eke long tool _Cum multis aliis_, that make a dance, Say I, and all shall presently advance. _Thes._ I, I by any means, dear _Domine_.