dayes mirth.
1635world, to
see what a di
sgrace my liege was
subie
ct to, being
1636with a woman in
so meane a hou
se.
1637Foy. Who
se daughter was it that he for
st I pray?
1638Lem. Your daughter
sir.
1639La. Who
se
sonne was that ranne
so mad for her?
1640Lem. Your
sonne my Lord.
1641La. O Gods, and
fiends forbid.
1642Co. I pray
sir, from whom did he take the Ladie?
1643Le. From your good Lord.
1644Co. O Lord I be
seech thee no.
1645Le. Tis all too true, come follow the Queen and I, where
1647Qu. O wretched Queene, what would they take from
1649Le. The in
strument of procreation.
1651Mo. Now was there euer man
so much accur
st, that
1652when his minde misgaue him,
such a man was haple
sse, to
1653keep him company
? yet who would keep him company
1654but I, O vilde L
emot, my wife and I are bound to cur
se thee
1655while we liue, but chiefely I, well:
seeke her, or
seek her not;
1656find her, or
find her not, I were as good
see how hell opens,
1658Enter Catalian, and Berger behind him. 1659Ca. We haue yfaith,
stop thou him there, and I wil meet
1661Mo. Well, I will venture once to
seek her.
1662Ber. Gods Lord, my Lord, come you this way, why
1663your wife runnes ranging like as if
she were mad,
swearing
1664to
slit your no
se if
she can catch you.
Exit. 1665Mo. What
shal I do at the
sight of her and hern.
1666Ca. Gods precious my Lord; come you this way, your
1667wife comes ranging with a troope of dames, like
Bacchus 1668drunken foes, iu
st as you go,
shift for your
selfe my Lord.
1669Mo. Stay good
Catalian.
1670Ca. No not I my Lord.
Exit. G Mo. How