_Cap._ When I was young, I could have cut a caper on a pinnacle; But now I am old and wise.--Keep your figure fair, And follow but the sample I shall set you, The duke himself will send for us, and laugh at us; And that were credit. _Enter_ CALANDRINO. _Lid._ Who have we here? _Cal._ I find What was brawn in the country, in the court grows tender. The bots on these jolting jades! I am bruised to jelly. A coach for my money! _Char._ Calandrino! 'tis he. _Cal._ Now to my postures.--Let my hand have the honour To convey a kiss from my lips to the cover of Your foot, dear signior. _Char._ Fie! you stoop too low, sir. _Cal._ The hem of your vestment, lady: your glove is for princes; Nay, I have conn'd my distances. _Lid._ 'Tis most courtly. _Cap._ Fellow Calandrino! _Cal._ Signior de Caponi, Grand botelier of the mansion. _Bern._ How is 't, man? [_Claps him on the shoulder._ _Cal._ Be not so rustic in your salutations. Signior Bernardo, master of the accounts. Signior Petruchio, may you long continue Your function in the chamber! _Cap._ When shall we learn Such gambols in our villa? _Lid._ Sure he's mad. _Char._ 'Tis not unlike, for most of such mushrooms are so. What news at court? _Cal._ _Basta!_ they are mysteries. And not to be reveal'd. With your favour, signior, I am, in private, to confer awhile With this signora: but I'll pawn my honour, That neither my terse language, nor my habit, Howe'er it may convince, nor my new shrugs, Shall render her enamour'd. _Char._ Take your pleasure; A little of these apish tricks may pass, Too much is tedious. [_Exit._ _Cal._ The prince, in this paper, Presents his service. Nay, it is not courtly To see the seal broke open; so I leave you.-- Signiors of the villa, I'll descend to be Familiar with you. _Cap._ Have you forgot to dance? _Cal._ No, I am better'd. _Pet._ Will you join with us? _Cal._ As I like the project. Let me warm my brains first with the richest grape, And then I'm for you. _Cap._ We will want no wine. [_Exeunt all but_ LIDIA.