_Laza. Lazarillo_, thou art happy, thy carriage hath begot love, and that love hath brought forth fruits; thou art here in the company of a man honorable, that will help thee to tast of the bounties of the Sea, and when thou hast so done thou shalt retire thy self unto the court, and there tast of the delicates of the earth, and be great in the eyes of thy Soveraign: now no more shalt thou need to scramble for thy meat, nor remove thy stomach with the Court; But thy credit shall command thy hearts desire, and all novelties shall be sent as presents unto thee. _Count._ Good Sister, when you see your own time, wil[l] you return home. _Oria._ Yes brother, and not before. _Laza._ I will grow popular in this State, and overthrow the fortunes of a number, that live by extortion. _Count. Lazarello_, bestirr thy self nimbly and sodainly, and hear me with patience [to hear]. _Laza._ Let me not fall from my self; Speak I'm bound. _Count._ So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear the fish head is gone, and we know not whither. _Laza._ I will not curse, nor swear, nor rage, nor rail, Nor with contemptuous tongue, accuse my Fate; Though I might justly doe it, nor will I Wish my self uncreated for this evil: Shall I entreat your Lordship to be seen A little longer in the company Of a man cross'd by Fortune? _Count._ I hate to leave my friend in his extremities. _Laza._ 'Tis noble in you, then I take your hand, And doe protest, I doe not follow this For any malice or for private ends, But with a love, as gentle and as chast, As that a brother to his sister bears: And if I see this fish head yet unknown; The last words that my dying father spake, Before his eye strings brake, shall not of me So often be remembred, as our meeting: Fortune attend me, as my ends are just, Full of pure love, and free from servile lust. _Count._ Farwell my Lord, I was entreated to invite your Lordship to a Lady's upsiting. _Gond._ O my ears, why Madam, will not you follow your brother? you are waited for by great men, heel bring you to him. _Oria._ I'm very well my Lord, you doe mistake me, if you think I affect greater company than your self. _Gond._ What madness possesseth thee, that thou canst imagine me a fit man to entertain [Ladies]; I tell thee, I doe use to tear their hair, to kick them, and [to] twindge their noses, if they be not carefull in avoiding me. _Oria._ Your Lordship may discant upon your own behavior as please you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appeares in my eye, that I mean not to leave you yet. _[Go]nd._ I shall grow rough. _Oria._ A rough carriage is best in a man, I'll dine with you my Lord. _Gond._ Why I will starve thee, thou shalt have nothing.