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Loues Labour's lost. Rosa. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it my good man. Boy. I cannot, cannot, cannot: And I cannot, another can. Exit. Clo.
[1055]
By my troth most pleasant, how both did fit it.
Mar. A marke marueilous well shot, for they both did hit. Boy. A mark, O marke but that marke: a marke saies my Lady. Let the mark haue a pricke in't, to meat at, if it may be. Mar. Wide a'th bow hand, yfaith your hand is out. Clo.
[1060]
Indeede a' must shoote nearer, or heele ne're hit the clout.
Boy. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. Clo. Then will shee get the vpshoot by cleauing the is in pin . Ma. Come, come, you talke greasely, your lips grow foule. Clo. She's too hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her to boule. Boy.
[1065]
I feare too much rubbing: good night my good Oule.
Clo. By my soule a Swaine, a most simple Clowne. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I haue put him downe. O my troth most sweete iests, most inconie vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely, as it were, so fit.
[1070]
Armathor ath to the side, O a most dainty man. To see him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan. To see him kisse his hand, and how most sweetly a will sweare: And his Page atother side, that handfull of wit, Ah heauens, it is most patheticall nit.
[1075]
Sowla, sowla.
Exeunt. Shoote within.
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Dull, Holofernes, the Pedant and Nathaniel. Nat.

Very reuerent sport truely, and done in the testi­

mony of a good conscience.

Ped.

The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood,

ripe as a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Iewell in

[1080]

the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heauen, and a­

non falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soyle, the

land, the earth.

Curat.Nath.

Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are

sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure

[1085]

ye, it was a Bucke of the first head.

Hol.

Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Dul.

'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket.

Hol.

Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insi­

nuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as

[1090]

it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were

his inclination after his vndressed, vnpolished, vneduca­

ted, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or rathe­

rest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert againe my haud credo

for a Deare.

Dul.
[1095]

I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a

Pricket.

Hol.

Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou mon­

ster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke.

Nath. Sir hee hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke.
[1100]
He hath not eate paper as it were: He hath not drunke inke.

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His intellect is not replenished, hee is onely an animall, onely sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before vs, that we thankfull should be: which we taste and feeling, are for those parts that doe fructifie in vs more then he. For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiscreet, or a foole; So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a Schoole.
[1105]
But omne bene say I, being of an old Fathers minde, Many can brooke the weather, that loue not the winde.
Dul.

You two are book‐men: Can you tell by your

wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not fiue

weekes old as yet?

Hol.
[1110]

Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman

Dull.

Dul.

What is dictima?

Nath.

A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moone.

Hol. The Moone was a month old when Adam was no more.
[1115]
And wrought not to fiue‑weekes when he came to fiue‑ (score. Th'allusion holds in the Exchange.
Dul. 'Tis true indeede, the Collusion holds in the Exchange. Hol. God comfort thy capacity, I say th'allusion holds in the Exchange. Dul.

And I say the polusion holds in the Exchange:

[1120]

for the Moone is neuer but a month old: and I say be­

side that, 'twas a Pricket that the Princesse kill'd.

Hol.

Sir Nathaniel, will you heare an extemporall

Epytaph on the death of the Deare, and to humour

the ignorant call'd the Deare, the Princesse kill'd a

[1125]

Pricket.

Nath. Perge, good M. Holofernes, perge , so it shall please you to abrogate scurilitie. Hol. I will something affect the letter, for it argues facilitie. The prayfull Princesse pearst and prickt a prettie pleasing Pricket,
[1130]
Some say a Sore, but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting. The Dogges did yell, put ell to Sore, then Sorrell iumps from thicket: Or Pricket‑sore, or else Sorell,
[1135]
the people fall a hooting. If Sore be sore, than ell to Sore, makes fiftie sores O sorell: Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.
Nath.
[1140]
A rare talent.
Dul. If a talent be a claw, looke how he clawes him with a talent. Nath.

This is a gift that I haue simple: simple, a foo­

lish extrauagant spirit, full of formes, figures, shapes, ob­

iects, Ideas, apprehensions, motions, reuolutions. These

[1145]

are begot in the ventricle of memorie, nourisht in the

wombe of primater, and deliuered vpon the mellowing

of occasion: but the gift is good in those in whom it is

acute, and I am thankfull for it.

Hol.

Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my

[1150]

parishioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you,

and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you: you

are a good member of the common‑wealth.

Nath.

Me hercle, If their Sonnes be ingennous, they shall

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[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Dull, Holofernes, the Pedant and Nathaniel. Nat.

Very reuerent sport truely, and done in the testi­

mony of a good conscience.

Ped.

The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood,

ripe as a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Iewell in

[1080]

the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heauen, and a­

non falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soyle, the

land, the earth.

Curat.Nath.

Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are

sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure

[1085]

ye, it was a Bucke of the first head.

Hol.

Sir Nathaniel, haud credo.

Dul.

'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket.

Hol.

Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insi­

nuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as

[1090]

it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were

his inclination after his vndressed, vnpolished, vneduca­

ted, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or rathe­

rest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert againe my haud credo

for a Deare.

Dul.
[1095]

I said the Deare was not a haud credo, 'twas a

Pricket.

Hol.

Twice sod simplicitie, bis coctus, O thou mon­

ster Ignorance, how deformed doost thou looke.

Nath. Sir hee hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke.
[1100]
He hath not eate paper as it were: He hath not drunke inke. His intellect is not replenished, hee is onely an animall, onely sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before vs, that we thankfull should be: which we taste and feeling, are for those parts that doe fructifie in vs more then he. For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiscreet, or a foole; So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a Schoole.
[1105]
But omne bene say I, being of an old Fathers minde, Many can brooke the weather, that loue not the winde.
Dul.

You two are book‐men: Can you tell by your

wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not fiue

weekes old as yet?

Hol.
[1110]

Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman

Dull.

Dul.

What is dictima?

Nath.

A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moone.

Hol. The Moone was a month old when Adam was no more.
[1115]
And wrought not to fiue‑weekes when he came to fiue‑ (score. Th'allusion holds in the Exchange.
Dul. 'Tis true indeede, the Collusion holds in the Exchange. Hol. God comfort thy capacity, I say th'allusion holds in the Exchange. Dul.

And I say the polusion holds in the Exchange:

[1120]

for the Moone is neuer but a month old: and I say be­

side that, 'twas a Pricket that the Princesse kill'd.

Hol.

Sir Nathaniel, will you heare an extemporall

Epytaph on the death of the Deare, and to humour

the ignorant call'd the Deare, the Princesse kill'd a

[1125]

Pricket.

Nath. Perge, good M. Holofernes, perge , so it shall please you to abrogate scurilitie. Hol. I will something affect the letter, for it argues facilitie. The prayfull Princesse pearst and prickt a prettie pleasing Pricket,
[1130]
Some say a Sore, but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting. The Dogges did yell, put ell to Sore, then Sorrell iumps from thicket: Or Pricket‑sore, or else Sorell,
[1135]
the people fall a hooting. If Sore be sore, than ell to Sore, makes fiftie sores O sorell: Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L.
Nath.
[1140]
A rare talent.
Dul. If a talent be a claw, looke how he clawes him with a talent. Nath.

This is a gift that I haue simple: simple, a foo­

lish extrauagant spirit, full of formes, figures, shapes, ob­

iects, Ideas, apprehensions, motions, reuolutions. These

[1145]

are begot in the ventricle of memorie, nourisht in the

wombe of primater, and deliuered vpon the mellowing

of occasion: but the gift is good in those in whom it is

acute, and I am thankfull for it.

Hol.

Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my

[1150]

parishioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you,

and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you: you

are a good member of the common‑wealth.

Nath.

Me hercle, If their Sonnes be ingennous, they

shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable,

[1155]

I will put it to them. But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur , a

soule Feminine saluteth vs.

Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne. Iaqu.

God giue you good morrow M. Person.

Nath.

Master Person, quasi Person? And if one should be

perst, Which is the one?

Clo.
[1160]

Marry M. Schoolemaster, hee that is likest to a

hogshead.

Nath.

Of persing a Hogshead, a good luster of con­

ceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearle

enough for a Swine: 'tis prettie, it is well.

Iaqu.
[1165]

Good Master Parson be so good as reade mee

this Letter, it was giuen mee by Costard, and sent mee

from Don Armatho: I beseech you read it.

Nath.

Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omnia sub vm­ bra ruminat , and so forth. Ah good old Mantuan, I

[1170]

may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice, vem­ chie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche . Old Man­ tuam , old Mantuan. Who vnderstandeth thee not, vt re sol la mi fa : Vnder pardon sir, What are the contents? Or

rather as Horrace sayes in his, What my soule verses.

Hol.
[1175]

I sir, and very learned.

Nath. Let me heare a staffe, a stanze, a verse, Lege do­ mine . If Loue make me forsworne, how shall I sweare to loue? Ah neuer faith could hold, if not to beautie vowed. Though to my selfe forsworn, to thee Ile faithfull proue.
[1180]
Those thoughts to mee were Okes, to thee like Osiers bowed. Studie his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eyes. Where all those pleasures liue, that Art would compre­ hend. If knowledge be the marke, to know thee shall suffice. Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee cōmend commend .
[1185]
All ignorant that soule, that sees thee without wonder. Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire; Thy eye Ioues lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadfull thunder. Which not to anger bent, is musique, and sweete fire. Celestiall as thou art, Oh pardon loue this wrong,
[1190]
That sings heauens praise, with such an earthly tongue.
Ped.

You finde not the apostraphas, and so misse the

accent. Let me superuise the cangenet.

Nath.

Here are onely numbers ratified, but for the

elegancy, facility, & golden cadence of poesie caret: O­

[1195]

uiddius Nas was the man. And why in deed Naso, but

for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the

ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the

Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horse

his rider: But Damosella virgin, Was this directed to

[1200]

you?

Iaq.

I sir from one mounsier Berowne, one of the

strange Queenes Lords.

Nath.

I will ouerglance the superscript.

To the snow‑white hand of the most beautious Lady Rosaline.

[1205]

I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter, for

the nomination of the partie written to the person writ­

ten vnto.

Your Ladiships in all desired imployment, Berowne.

Per.

Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries

[1210]

with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a se­

quent of the stranger Queenes: which accidentally, or

by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and

goe my sweete, deliuer this Paper into the hand of the

King, it may concerne much: stay not thy complement, I

[1215]

forgiue thy duetie, adue.

Maid.

Good Costard go with me:

Sir God saue your life.

Cost.

Haue with thee my girle.

Exit. This speech is conventionally given to Nathaniel. Hol.

Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very

[1220]

religiously: and as a certaine Father saith.

Ped.

Sir tell not me of the Father, I do feare coloura­

ble colours. But to returne to the Verses, Did they please

you sir Nathaniel?

Nath.

Marueilous well for the pen.

Peda.
[1225]

I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pu­

pill of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to

gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I

haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill,

vndertake your bien venuto, where I will proue those

[1230]

Verses to be very vnlearned, neither sauouring of

Poetrie, Wit, nor Inuention. I beseech your So­

cietie.

Nat.

And thanke you to: for societie (saith the text)

is the happinesse of life.

Peda.
[1235]

And certes the text most infallibly concludes it.

Sir I do inuite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba .

Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our

recreation.

Exeunt.
 

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      <lb n="1145"/>are begot in the ventricle of memorie, nourisht in the
      <lb n="1146"/>wombe of primater, and deliuered vpon the mellowing
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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hol.</speaker>
      <p n="1149">Sir, I praise the Lord for you, and so may my
      <lb n="1150"/>parishioners, for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you,
      <lb n="1151"/>and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you: you
      <lb n="1152"/>are a good member of the common‑wealth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1153">
         <hi rend="italic">Me hercle</hi>, If their Sonnes be ingennous, they<pb facs="FFimg:axc0152-0.jpg" n="132"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1154"/>shall want no instruction: If their Daughters be capable,
      <lb n="1155"/>I will put it to them. But<hi rend="italic">Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur</hi>, a
      <lb n="1156"/>soule Feminine saluteth vs.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaqu.</speaker>
      <p n="1157">God giue you good morrow M.<hi rend="italic">Person</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1158">Master Person,<hi rend="italic">quasi</hi>Person? And if one should be
      <lb n="1159"/>perst, Which is the one?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1160">Marry M. Schoolemaster, hee that is likest to a
      <lb n="1161"/>hogshead.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1162">Of persing a Hogshead, a good luster of con­
      <lb n="1163"/>ceit in a turph of Earth, Fire enough for a Flint, Pearle
      <lb n="1164"/>enough for a Swine: 'tis prettie, it is well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaqu.</speaker>
      <p n="1165">Good Master Parson be so good as reade mee
      <lb n="1166"/>this Letter, it was giuen mee by<hi rend="italic">Costard</hi>, and sent mee
      <lb n="1167"/>from<hi rend="italic">Don Armatho</hi>: I beseech you read it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1168">
         <hi rend="italic">Facile precor gellida, quando pecas omnia sub vm­
      <lb n="1169"/>bra ruminat</hi>, and so forth. Ah good old<hi rend="italic">Mantuan</hi>, I
      <lb n="1170"/>may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of<hi rend="italic">Venice</hi>,<hi rend="italic">vem­
      <lb n="1171"/>chie, vencha, que non te vnde, que non te perreche</hi>. Old<hi rend="italic">Man­
      <lb n="1172"/>tuam</hi>, old<hi rend="italic">Mantuan</hi>. Who vnderstandeth thee not,<hi rend="italic">vt re
      <lb n="1173"/>sol la mi fa</hi>: Vnder pardon sir, What are the contents? Or
      <lb n="1174"/>rather as<hi rend="italic">Horrace</hi>sayes in his, What my soule verses.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hol.</speaker>
      <p n="1175">I sir, and very learned.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <l n="1176">Let me heare a staffe, a stanze, a verse,<hi rend="italic">Lege do­
      <lb/>mine</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1177">If Loue make me forsworne, how shall I sweare to loue?</l>
      <l n="1178">Ah neuer faith could hold, if not to beautie vowed.</l>
      <l n="1179">Though to my selfe forsworn, to thee Ile faithfull proue.</l>
      <l n="1180">Those thoughts to mee were Okes, to thee like Osiers
      <lb/>bowed.</l>
      <l n="1181">Studie his byas leaues, and makes his booke thine eyes.</l>
      <l n="1182">Where all those pleasures liue, that Art would compre­
      <lb/>hend.</l>
      <l n="1183">If knowledge be the marke, to know thee shall suffice.</l>
      <l n="1184">Well learned is that tongue, that well can thee<choice>
            <abbr>cōmend</abbr>
            <expan>commend</expan>
         </choice>.</l>
      <l n="1185">All ignorant that soule, that sees thee without wonder.</l>
      <l n="1186">Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire;</l>
      <l n="1187">Thy eye<hi rend="italic">Ioues</hi>lightning beares, thy voyce his dreadfull
      <lb/>thunder.</l>
      <l n="1188">Which not to anger bent, is musique, and sweete fire.</l>
      <l n="1189">Celestiall as thou art, Oh pardon loue this wrong,</l>
      <l n="1190">That sings heauens praise, with such an earthly tongue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ped.</speaker>
      <p n="1191">You finde not the apostraphas, and so misse the
      <lb n="1192"/>accent. Let me superuise the cangenet.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1193">Here are onely numbers ratified, but for the
      <lb n="1194"/>elegancy, facility, &amp; golden cadence of poesie<hi rend="italic">caret</hi>: O­
      <lb n="1195"/>uiddius<hi rend="italic">Nas<gap reason="illegible"
                 agent="inkBlot"
                 extent="1"
                 unit="chars"
                 resp="#LMC"/>
         </hi>was the man. And why in deed<hi rend="italic">Naso</hi>, but
      <lb n="1196"/>for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the
      <lb n="1197"/>ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing: So doth the
      <lb n="1198"/>Hound his master, the Ape his keeper, the tyred Horse
      <lb n="1199"/>his rider: But<hi rend="italic">Damosella virgin</hi>, Was this directed to
      <lb n="1200"/>you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1201">I sir from one mounsier<hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>, one of the
      <lb n="1202"/>strange Queenes Lords.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1203">I will ouerglance the superscript.
      <lb n="1204"/>
         <hi rend="italic">To the snow‑white hand of the most beautious Lady</hi>Rosaline.
      <lb n="1205"/>I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter, for
      <lb n="1206"/>the nomination of the partie written to the person writ­
      <lb n="1207"/>ten vnto.
      <lb n="1208"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Your Ladiships in all desired imployment</hi>, Berowne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Per.</speaker>
      <p n="1209">Sir<hi rend="italic">Holofernes</hi>, this<hi rend="italic">Berowne</hi>is one of the Votaries
      <lb n="1210"/>with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a se­
      <lb n="1211"/>quent of the stranger Queenes: which accidentally, or
      <lb n="1212"/>by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1213"/>goe my sweete, deliuer this Paper into the hand of the
      <lb n="1214"/>King, it may concerne much: stay not thy complement, I
      <lb n="1215"/>forgiue thy duetie, adue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Maid.</speaker>
      <p n="1216">Good<hi rend="italic">Costard</hi>go with me:
      <lb n="1217"/>Sir God saue your life.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-cos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cost.</speaker>
      <p n="1218">Haue with thee my girle.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <note type="editorial" resp="#PW">This speech is conventionally given to Nathaniel.</note>
      <speaker rend="italic">Hol.</speaker>
      <p n="1219">Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very
      <lb n="1220"/>religiously: and as a certaine Father saith.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ped.</speaker>
      <p n="1221">Sir tell not me of the Father, I do feare coloura­
      <lb n="1222"/>ble colours. But to returne to the Verses, Did they please
      <lb n="1223"/>you sir<hi rend="italic">Nathaniel</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
      <p n="1224">Marueilous well for the pen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peda.</speaker>
      <p n="1225">I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pu­
      <lb n="1226"/>pill of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to
      <lb n="1227"/>gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I
      <lb n="1228"/>haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill,
      <lb n="1229"/>vndertake your<hi rend="italic">bien venuto</hi>, where I will proue those
      <lb n="1230"/>Verses to be very vnlearned, neither sauouring of
      <lb n="1231"/>Poetrie, Wit, nor Inuention. I beseech your So­
      <lb n="1232"/>cietie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-nat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nat.</speaker>
      <p n="1233">And thanke you to: for societie (saith the text)
      <lb n="1234"/>is the happinesse of life.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-lll-hol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Peda.</speaker>
      <p n="1235">And certes the text most infallibly concludes it.
      <lb n="1236"/>Sir I do inuite you too, you shall not say me nay:<hi rend="italic">pauca
      <lb n="1237"/>verba</hi>.
      <lb n="1238"/>Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our
      <lb n="1239"/>recreation.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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