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Show Jul. What fay you, Sir, Will you join with us. Amid. Yes Madam, but If you would take my Sword, you'll ufe it better. ////>. I, but you are a Man. Amid. W h y , fo are you. , /#*. Truly m y fear had made m e quite forget it. Enter Gonfalvo. Gonf. Hippolito! H o w barbarous was I To leave m y Boy / Hppolito! Hip. Here, here. Now, Madam, fear not, youarefafe. Jul. What is become, Sir, of thofe Gentlemen? Gonf. Madam, They all went feveral ways; not like To meet. Jul. What will become of m e ! Gonf. 'Tis late, And I a ftranger in the T o w n : yet all Your dangers fhall be mine. Jul. You'r noble, Sir. Gonf. I'll Pawn the hopes of all m y Love, to fee You fafe. Jul. Whoe'er your Miftrefs be, fhe has M y Curfes if fhe prove not kind. Ang. And mine. Hip. M y Sifter will repent her when fhe knows For w h o m fhe makes that wifh ; but I'll fay nothing Till day difeovers it: a door opens, [Afide. I hope it is fome Inn. [A door opens, at which a Servant appears, Ang. Friend, can you Lodge us here ? Serv. Yes, Friend, w e can. Jul. H o w fhall we be difpos'd ? Serv. As Nature would; The Gentleman and you: I have a rule, That when a M a n and W o m a n ask for Lodging They are ever Husband and Wife. Jul. Rude and Unmanner'd. Gonf. Sir, this Lady muft be lodged apart. Serv. Then the two Boys that are good for nothing But one another, they fhall go to gether. Ang. Lie with a M a n ? Sweet Heav'n defend m e! Hip. Alas, Friend, I ever lie alone. Serv. Then to favettouble, Sir, becaufe'tis late One ofthe Youths fhall be difpos'd with you. Ang. W h o I! Not for the World. Hp. Neither of us; for though I would not lodge with you M y felf; I never can indure lie fhould. Ang. W h y then, to end the difference, if you pleafe I and that Lady will be Bed-Fellows. Hip. N o , fhe and I will lodge together rather. Serv. You are fweet Youths indeed; not for the World You would not lodge with M e n ! None but the Lady Would ferve your turn. Ang. Alas I had forgot I am a Boy; I am fo lately one. rjr, Serv. Well, well; all fhall be lodg'd apart. L J SoYofn'0 foBIQ1^6 n0t thinky°uharbour'd wantonThoughts: Hip. lean make no defence But muft be fham'd by m y own Innocence! [Exeunt Omnes. A C T The Rival Ladies. 79 A C T II. The SCENE u a Chamber. Enter Gonfalvo, Hippolito, Amideo, at tdijlame. Gonf. TJippolito, What is this pretty Youth J 7 1 That follows us ? Hip. I know not much of him Handfome you fee, and of a graceful Fafhion; Of Noble Blood, he fays, and I believe him; Burin fome diftrefs ; he'll tell no more, And I cou'd cry for that which he has told, So much I pity him. Gonf. M y pretty Youth; Would I could ido thee any fervice. Ang. Sir, The greateft you can do me, is accepting mine Hip. How's this ? Methinks already I begin T o hate this Boy, w h o m but ev'n now I moan'd. You ferve m y Matter ? D o you think I cannot Perform all Duties of a Servant better And with more care than you ? Ang. Better you may, But never with more care : Heav'n which is ferv'd with Angels, yet admits Poor M a n to pay his Duty, and receives it. Hip. Mark but, m y Lord, how ill behav'd a Youth, H o w very ugly, what a Dwarf he is. Ang. M y Lord, I yet am young enough to grow, And 'tis the commendation of a Boy That he is little. ^neu Gonf. Prithee do not Cry; Hippolito, 'twas but juft now you prais'd hirri, And are youchang'd fofoon ? Hip. O n better view. Gonf. What is your Name, fweet-heart. Hip. Sweet-heart / fince I Have ferv'd you, you ne'er cail'd m e fo. Ang. O, ever, Ever call m e by that kind name, 111 own N o other, becaufe I would ftill have that. Hip. H e told me, Sir, his name was Amtdeo, Pray call him by't. Gonf. Come, I'll employ you both > Reach m e m y Belt, and help to put it on. Amid. I run m y Lord. * YoTn*^ M/f££ Amid. Lookyou, m y Lord, heputs itonfo awkardly; *V»&- The Sword does not fit right. 5 Hip. W h y , where's the fault? Amid. I know not that; but I a m fure'tis wrong. Gonf. The fault is plain, 'tis put on the wrong Shoulder. Hip. That cannot be, Ilookt on Amtdeo s, And hung it on that Shoulder his is on. Amid. Then I doubt m m e is fo. Gonf. It is indeed: . . You'r both good Boys, and both wifllearn in time. Hippolito, go you and bring m e word. Whether that Lady w e brought m laft Night Be willing to receive a Vifit from me. jy^ |