_And._ I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh my mates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile. _Enter three Antiques, who dance round, and take Slipper with them._ _Slip._ I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepe your curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, they are strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, wee wee. 1730 _VVhilest they are dauncing, Andrew takes away his money, and the other Antiques depart._ _Slip._ Nay but my friends, one hornpipe, further a refluence backe, and two doubles forward: what not one crosse point against Sundayes. What ho sirrha, you gone, you with the nose like an Eagle, and you be a right greeke, one turne more, theeues theeues, I am robd theeues. Is this the knauerie of Fidlers? Well, I will then binde the hole credit of their occupatiṏ on a bagpiper, and he for my money, but I will after, and teach them to caper in a halter, that haue cousoned me of my 1740 money. _Exeunt._ _Enter_ Nano, Dorothea, _in mans apparell._ _IV. iv._ _Doro._ Ah _Nano_, I am wearie of these weedes, Wearie to weeld this weapon that I bare: Wearie of loue, from whom my woe proceedes. Wearie of toyle, since I haue lost my deare, O wearie life, where wanted no distresse, But euery thought is paide with heauinesse. _Na._ Too much of wearie madame, if you please, 1750 Sit downe, let wearie dye, and take your ease. _Dorot._ How looke I _Nano_ like a man or no? _Nano._ If not a man, yet like a manlie shrowe. _Doro._ If any come and meete vs on the way, What should we do if they inforce vs stay. _Na._ Set cap a huffe, and challenge him the field, Suppose the worst, the weake may fight to yeeld. _Dorot._ The battaile _Nano_ in this troubled minde, Is farre more fierce then euer we may finde. The bodies wounds by medicines may be eased, 1760 But griefes of mindes, by salues are not appealed. _Na._ Say Madame, will you heare your _Nano_ sing? _Dor._ Of woe good boy, but of no other thing: _Na._ What if I sing of fancie will it please? _Dor._ To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease. _Na._ What if I sing like _Damon_ to my sheepe? _Dor._ Like _Phillis_ I will sit me downe to weepe. _Na._ Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small, Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all. _Doro._ Oh be not angrie _Nano_. 1770 _Nano._ Nay you loath, To thinke on that, which doth content vs both. _Doro._ And how? _Nano._ You scorne desport when you are wearie, And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry. _Doro._ Danger and fear withdraw me from delight. _Na._ Tis vertue to contemne fals Fortunes spight. _Do._ What shuld I do to please thee friendly squire?