231 P Not farre hence: a Pockes take these Maryner knaues,

232Not one would healpe mee to carry this stuffe, such drunken slaues

233I thinke be accursed of the Goddes owne mouthes.

235 P Stephano, leaue thy ragyng, and let vs enter SIRACVSAE

236We wil prouide lodgyng, and thou shalt be eased of thy burden by & by

238 P Good may ster make ha ste, for I tell you playne,

239This heauy burden puts poore Stephano to much payne.

243 It is a true saying that oft hath bin spoken,

244The pitcher goeth so longe to the water, that he commeth home broken

245My owne proofe this hath taught me, for truly sith I,

246In the Citie haue vsed to walke very slyly,

247Not with one can I meete, that will in talke ioyne with mee,

248And to creepe into mens bosomes some talke for to snatche,

249By which into one trip or other, I might trimly them catche

250And so accuse them: Now not with one can I meete,

251That wyll ioyne in talke w^t mee, I am shund lyke a Deuill in y^e streete,

252My credite is crackte where I am knowne, but yet I heare say,

253Certayne straingers are arriued, they were a good pray,

254If happely I might meete with them, I feare not I,

255But in talke I should trippe them, and that very finely,

256Which thinge, I a s s ure you, I doo for myne owne gayne,

257Or els I woulde not plodde thus vp and downe, I tell you playne:

258Well, I wyll for a whyle to the Court to s ee

259What Ari stippus doth, I would be loth in fauer he shuld ouerrun mee,

260He is a subtile chyld, he flattreth so finely, that I feare mee,

261He wyll licke all the fatte from my lippes, and so outwery mee:

262Therefore I wyll not be longe absent, but at hand,

265 I wonder what my Ma ster Ari stippus meanes now a daies,

266That he leaueth Philosophie, and seekes to please

267Kyng Dioni sius, with such mery toyes,

268In Dioni sius Court now he only ioyes,

269As trim a Courtier as the best,

270Ready to aunswer, quicke in tauntes, pleasaunt to ie ste,