_Pur._ Sirrha, I must needes haue your maisters horses, The king cannot bee vnserued. _And._ Sirrha you must needs go without them, Because my Maister must be serued. _Pur._ Why I am the kings Purueyer, 1250 And I tell thee I will haue them. _And._ I am _Ateukins_ seruant, Signior _Andrew_, And I say thou shalt not haue them. _Pur._ Heeres my ticket, denie it if thou darst. _And._ There is the stable, fetch them out if thou darst. _Pur._ Sirrha, sirrha, tame your tongue, least I make you. _And._ Sirrha, sirrha, hold your hand, least I bum you. _Pur._ I tell thee, thy Maisters geldings are good, And therefore fit for the king. _An._ I tell thee, my Maisters horses haue gald backes, 1260 And therefore cannot fit the King. Purueyr, Purueyer, puruey thee of more wit, darst thou presume to wrong my Lord _Ateukins_, being the chiefest man in Court. _Pur._ The more vnhappie Common-weale, Where flatterers are chiefe in Court. _And._ What sayest thou? _Pur._ I say thon art too presumptuous, And the officers shall schoole thee. _And._ A figge for them and thee Purueyer, 1270 They seeke a knot in a ring, that would wrong My maister or his seruants in this Court. _Enter Iaques._ _Pur._ The world is at a wise passe, When Nobilitie is a fraid of a flatterer. _Iaq._ Sirrha, what be you that parley, contra Monsieur my Lord _Ateukin_, _en bonne foy_, prate you against syr _Altesse_, mee maka your test to leap from your shoulders, per ma foy cy fere ie. _And._ Oh signior Captaine, you shewe your selfe a forward 1280 and friendly Gentleman in my Maisters behalfe, I will cause him to thanke you. _Iaq._ _Poultron_ speake me one parola against my bon Gentilhome, I shal estrampe your guttes, and thumpe your backa, that you no poynt mannage this tenne ours. _Pur._ Sirrha come open me the stable, And let mee haue the horses: And fellow, for all your French bragges I will doo my dutie. _And._ Ile make garters of thy guttes, Thou villaine if thou enter this office. 1290 _Iaq._ Mort lieu, take me that cappa Pour nostre labeur, be gonne villein in the mort. _Pur._ What will you resist mee then? Well the Councell fellow, Shall know of your insolency. _Exit._ _Andr._ Tell them what thou wilt, and eate that I can best spare from my backe partes, and get you gone with a vengeance. _Enter Gnato._ _Ateu._ _Andrew._ 1300 _Andr._ Sir. _Ateu._ Where be my writings I put in my pocket last night. _Andr._ Which sir, your annoations vpon Matchauell? _Ateu._ No sir, the letters pattents for east spring. _An._ Why sir you talk wonders to me, if you ask that questiṏ. _Ateu._ Yea sir, and wil work wonders too, which you vnlesse you finde them out, villaine search me them out and bring thẽ me, or thou art but dead.