_Foul_. Why, what if I be harty Commendations? come, come, sweete
Knights, lead the way.

_Rud_. O Lorde Sir, alwayes after my harty Commendations.

_Foul_. Nay then you conquer me with precedent, by the autenticall forme
of all Iustice letters.
[_Alloun. Exeunt_.

_Ia_. Here's a most sweet Gudgeon swallowed, is there not?

_Will_. I but how will they disgest it, thinkest thou when they shall
finde our Ladies not there?

_Ia_. I have a vaunt-currying[11] devise shall make them digest it most
healthfully.

[_Exeunt_.



SCENA QUARTA.


_Enter Clarence, Musicians_.

_Cla_. Worke on, sweet love; I am not yet resolved
T'exhaust this troubled spring of vanities
And Nurse of perturbations, my poore life,