For ile cut my greene coat a foote above my knee, And ile clip my yellow lockes an inch below mine eie. hey, nonny, nonny, nonny, He’s buy me a white Cut, forth for to ride And ile goe seeke him, throw the world that is so wide hey nonny, nonny, nonny. O for a pricke now like a Nightingale, To put my breast against. I shall sleepe like a Top else. [Exit.] Scaena 5. (Another part of the forest.) [Enter a Schoole master, 4. Countrymen, and Bavian. 2. or 3. wenches, with a Taborer.] SCHOOLMASTER. Fy, fy, what tediosity, & disensanity is here among ye? have my Rudiments bin labourd so long with ye? milkd unto ye, and by a figure even the very plumbroth & marrow of my understanding laid upon ye? and do you still cry: where, and how, & wherfore? you most course freeze capacities, ye jane Iudgements, have I saide: thus let be, and there let be, and then let be, and no man understand mee? Proh deum, medius fidius, ye are all dunces! For why, here stand I, Here the Duke comes, there are you close in the Thicket; the Duke appeares, I meete him and unto him I utter learned things and many figures; he heares, and nods, and hums, and then cries: rare, and I goe forward; at length I fling my Cap up; marke there; then do you, as once did Meleager and the Bore, break comly out before him: like true lovers, cast your selves in a Body decently, and sweetly, by a figure trace and turne, Boyes. 1. COUNTREYMAN. And sweetly we will doe it Master Gerrold. 2. COUNTREYMAN. Draw up the Company. Where’s the Taborour? 3. COUNTREYMAN. Why, Timothy! TABORER. Here, my mad boyes, have at ye. SCHOOLMASTER. But I say, where’s their women? 4. COUNTREYMAN. Here’s Friz and Maudline. 2. COUNTREYMAN. And little Luce with the white legs, and bouncing Barbery. 1. COUNTREYMAN. And freckeled Nel, that never faild her Master. SCHOOLMASTER. Wher be your Ribands, maids? swym with your Bodies And carry it sweetly, and deliverly And now and then a fauour, and a friske. NEL. Let us alone, Sir. SCHOOLMASTER. Wher’s the rest o’th Musicke? 3. COUNTREYMAN. Dispersd as you commanded. SCHOOLMASTER. Couple, then, And see what’s wanting; wher’s the Bavian? My friend, carry your taile without offence Or scandall to the Ladies; and be sure You tumble with audacity and manhood; And when you barke, doe it with judgement. BAVIAN. Yes, Sir. SCHOOLMASTER. Quo usque tandem? Here is a woman wanting. 4. COUNTREYMAN. We may goe whistle: all the fat’s i’th fire. SCHOOLMASTER. We have, As learned Authours utter, washd a Tile, We have beene FATUUS, and laboured vainely. 2. COUNTREYMAN. This is that scornefull peece, that scurvy hilding, That gave her promise faithfully, she would be here, Cicely the Sempsters daughter: The next gloves that I give her shall be dog skin; Nay and she faile me once—you can tell, Arcas, She swore by wine and bread, she would not breake.