serue to make a prettie speech, for I was a countrie Author; passing at a morall, for it was I that pende the Moral of mans wit, the Dialogue of Diues, and for seauen yeeres space was absolute interpreter of the puppets. But now my Almanacke is out of date. The people make no estimation, Of Morrals teaching education. Was not this prettie for a plaine rime extempore? if ye will ye shall haue more. Nay it is enough, said _Roberto_, but how meane you to vse mee? Why sir, in making playes, said the other, for which you shall be well paied, if you will take the paines. _Roberto_ perceiuing no remedie, thought best to respect of his present necessity, to trie his wit, & went with him willingly: who lodged him at the townes end in a house of retaile, where what happened our Poet you shall / heereafter heare. There, by conuersing with bad company, he grew _A malo in peius_, falling from one vice to another, and so hauing found a vaine to finger crownes he grew cranker then _Lucanio_, who by this time began to droope, being thus dealt withall by _Lamilia_. She hauing bewitched him with her enticing wiles, caused him to consume, in lesse then two yeares, that infinite treasure gathered by his father with so many a poore mans curse. His lands sold, his iewels pawnd, his money wasted, he was casseerd by _Lamilia_ that had coosened him of all. Then walked he like one of duke _Humfreys_ Squires, in a threedbare cloake, his hose drawne out with his heeles, his shooes vnseamed, lest his feete should sweate with heate: now (as witlesse as he was) hee remembred his fathers words, his kindnes to his brother, his carelesnesse of himselfe. In this sorrow hee sate downe on pennilesse bench; where, when _Opus_ and _Vsus_ told him by the chimes in his stomacke it was time to fall vnto meate, he was faine with the _Camelion_ to feed vpon the aire, & make patience his best repast.