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Enter Iggnious, Cole, and Pixal

Iggnious

But Walker is bound as well as I,

In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,

For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Cole

Of honourable reckoning are you both;

And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Iggnious

But saying o'er what I have said before:

My child is yet a stranger in the world;

She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,

Let two more summers wither in their pride,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Cole

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Iggnious

And too soon marr'd are those so early made.

The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,

She is the hopeful lady of my earth:

But woo her, gentle Cole, get her heart,

My will to her consent is but a part;

An she agree, within her scope of choice

Lies my consent and fair according voice.

This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,

Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Such as I love; and you, among the store,

One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

At my poor house look to behold this night

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel

When well-apparell'd April on the heel

Of limping winter treads, even such delight

Among fresh female buds shall you this night

Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

And like her most whose merit most shall be:

Which on more view, of many mine being one

May stand in number, though in reckoning none,

Come, go with me.

To Pixal, giving a paper

Go, sirrah, trudge about

Through fair Ninjago; find those persons out

Whose names are written there, and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Exeunt Iggnious and Cole

Pixal

Find them out whose names are written here! It is

written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his

yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with

his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am

sent to find those persons whose names are here

writ, and can never find what names the writing

person hath here writ. I must to the learned.-In good time.

Enter Wu and Jay

Wu

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

One desperate grief cures with another's languish:

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die.

Jay

Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.

Wu

For what, I pray thee?

Jay

For your broken shin.

Wu

Why, Jay, art thou mad?

Jay

Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

Whipp'd and tormented and-God-den, good fellow.

Pixal

God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

Jay

Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Pixal

Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I

pray, can you read any thing you see?

Jay

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Pixal

Ye say honestly: rest you merry!

Jat

Stay, fellow; I can read.

Reads

'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;

County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady

widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely

nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine

uncle Iggnious his wife and daughters; my fair niece

Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin

Kia, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair

assembly: whither should they come?

Pixal

Up.

Jay

Whither?

Pixal

To supper; to our house.

Jay

Whose house?

Pixal

My master's.

Jay

Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

Pixal

Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the

great rich Iggnious; and if you be not of the house

of Walkers, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.

Rest you merry!

Exit

Wu

At this same ancient feast of Iggnious's

Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,

With all the admired beauties of Ninjago:

Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,

Compare her face with some that I shall show,

And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Jay

When the devout religion of mine eye

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;

And these, who often drown'd could never die,

Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun

Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Wu

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,

Herself poised with herself in either eye:

But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd

Your lady's love against some other maid

That I will show you shining at this feast,

And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

Jay

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Exeunt