_Cal._ Nay, pray you eat fair; Or divide, and I will choose. Cannot you use Your fork, as I do? Gape, and I will feed you. [_Feeds her._ Gape wider yet; this is courtlike. _Petron._ To choke daws with:---- I like it not. _Cal._ But you like this? _Petron._ Let it come, boy. [_They drink._ _Coz._ What a sight is this! We could be angry with you. How much you did belie her when you told us She was only simple! this is barbarous rudeness, Beyond belief. _Giov._ I would not speak her, sir, Worse than she was. _Sanaz._ And I, my lord, chose rather To deliver her better parted[87] than she is, Than to take from her. _Enter_ CAPONI, _with his fellow-servants for the dance_. _Cap._ Ere I'll lose my dance, I'll speak to the purpose. I am, sir, no prologue; But in plain terms must tell you we are provided Of a lusty hornpipe. _Coz._ Prithee let us have it, For we grow dull. _Cap._ But to make up the medley, For it is of several colours, we must borrow Your grace's ghost here. _Cal._ Pray you, sir, depose me; It will not do else. I am, sir, the engine [_Rises, and resigns his chair._ By which it moves. _Petron._ I will dance with my duke too; I will not out. _Coz._ Begin then.--[_They dance._]--There's more in this Than yet I have discover'd. Some Oedipus Resolve this riddle. _Petron._ Did I not foot it roundly? [_Falls._ _Coz._ As I live, stark drunk! away with her. We'll reward you [_Exeunt Servants with_ PETRONELLA. When you have cool'd yourselves in the cellar. _Cap._ Heaven preserve you! _Coz._ We pity Charomonte's wretched fortune In a daughter, nay, a monster. Good old man!-- The place grows tedious; our remove shall be With speed: we'll only, in a word or two, Take leave, and comfort him. _Sanaz._ 'Twill rather, sir, Increase his sorrow, that you know his shame; Your grace may do it by letter. _Coz._ Who sign'd you A patent to direct us? Wait our coming, In the garden. _Giov._ All will out. _Sanaz._ I more than fear it. [_Exeunt_ GIOVANNI _and_ SANAZARRO. _Coz._ These are strange chimeras to us: what to judge of 't, Is past our apprehension. One command Charomonte to attend us. [_Exit an Attendant._] Can it be That Contarino could be so besotted, As to admire this prodigy! or her father To dote upon it! Or does she personate, For some ends unknown to us, this rude behaviour, Which, in the scene presented, would appear Ridiculous and impossible?--O, you are welcome. _Enter_ CHAROMONTE. We now acknowledge the much wrong we did you In our unjust suspicion. We have seen The wonder, sir, your daughter. _Char._ And have found her Such as I did report her. What she wanted In courtship[88], was, I hope, supplied in civil And modest entertainment.