_Eust._ Stay, gentle Ida, tell me what you deem, What doth this hart, this tender hart beseem? _Ida._ Why not, my lord, since nature teacheth art To senseless beasts to cure their grievous smart; Dictamnum[279] serves to close the wound again. _Eust._ What help for those that love? _Ida._ Why, love again. _Eust._ Were I the hart,-- _Ida._ Then I the herb would be: You shall not die for help; come, follow me. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_A Public Place near the Palace._ _Enter_ ANDREW _and_ JAQUES. _Jaq. Mon dieu_, what _malheur_ be this! me come a the chamber, Signior Andrew, _mon dieu_; taka my poniard _en ma main_ to give the _estocade_ to the _damoisella: par ma foi_, there was no person; _elle s'est en allée_. _And._ The worse luck, Jaques: but because I am thy friend, I will advise thee somewhat towards the attainment of the gallows. _Jaq._ Gallows! what be that? _And._ Marry, sir, a place of great promotion, where thou shalt by one turn above ground rid the world of a knave, and make a goodly ensample for all bloody villains of thy profession. _Jaq. Que dites vous_, Monsieur Andrew? _And._ I say, Jaques, thou must keep this path, and hie thee; for the queen, as I am certified, is departed with her dwarf, apparelled like a squire. Overtake her, Frenchman, stab her: I'll promise thee, this doublet shall be happy. _Jaq. Pourquoi?_ _And._ It shall serve a jolly gentleman, Sir Dominus Monseigneur Hangman. _Jaq. C'est tout un_; me will rama _pour la monnoie_. [_Exit._ _And._ Go, and the rot consume thee!--O, what a trim world is this! My master lives by cozening the king, I by flattering him; Slipper, my fellow, by stealing, and I by lying: is not this a wily accord, gentlemen?[280] This last night, our jolly horsekeeper, being well steeped in liquor, confessed to me the stealing of my master's writings, and his great reward. Now dare I not bewray him, lest he discover my knavery; but this have I wrought: I understand he will pass this way, to provide him necessaries; but, if I and my fellows fail not, we will teach him such a lesson as shall cost him a chief place on Pennyless Bench[281] for his labour. But yond he comes. [_Stands aside._ _Enter_ SLIPPER, _with a_ Tailor, _a_ Shoemaker, _and a_ Cutler. _Slip._ Tailor. _Tai._ Sir? _Slip._ Let my doublet be white northern, five groats the yard: I tell thee, I will be brave. _Tai._ It shall, sir. _Slip._ Now, sir, cut it me like the battlements of a custard, full of round holes; edge me the sleeves with Coventry blue, and let the linings be of tenpenny lockram. _Tai._ Very good, sir. _Slip._ Make it the amorous cut, a flap before. _Tai._ And why so? that fashion is stale. _Slip._ O, friend, thou art a simple fellow. I tell thee, a flap is a great friend to a storrie; it stands him instead of clean napery; and, if a man's shirt be torn, it is a present penthouse to defend him from a clean huswife's scoff.