The things we do!

[_Exit_.

[SCENE V.]

_Enter Falleria, Sostrata, Allenso, Pertillo,
and two Murtherers booted_.
_Fall_. Now little cooze, you are content to goe,
From me your Unckle and your loving Aunt,
Your faithfull cozen, and your dearest friendes:
And all to come to be a skilfull man,
In learned artes and happy sciences?
_Per_, I am content, because it pleaseth you.
My father bid I should obey your will,
And yeelde my selfe to your discretion:
Besides my cozen gave me yesternight,
A prettie nag to ride to _Padua_.
Of all my friends _Allenso_ loves me best.
_Fall_. I thinke thou art inspir'd with prophesie: [_To the people_.
He loves thee better then I would he did.--
Why, wherefore think you so, my prettie Nephew?
_Per_. Because he taught me how to say my prayers,
To ride a horse, to start the fearfull hare.
He gave this dagger to me yester night,
This little Ring, and many pretie things;
For which, kind cooze, I rest your true debtor,
And one day I will make you recompence.


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