I
loved it once; come, our Cookes are backeward, discourse will beget
stomacks; y'are like to tarrie long for leane Cates. [_Exit_.
_Lent_. Now, gentle _Tulley_, advocate my suite;
Her fore-amazing person makes me mute.
_Cicero_. He beare these Ladies company if they
Shall deeme acceptance. [_Exit_.
_Teren_. With interest of thankes to Cicero.
_Flav_. Faith, I like not this ods of female, an equallitie were better:
yet of both twere fitter the woman should undergoe the oddes. I had
rather a said three men to one woman, then two women to one man. Heeres
_Tulley_ addrest to _Terentia, Terentia_ drawing neere to _Tulley_;
her's smal comfot [_sic_] left for _Flavia_. Wel, gentles, ile leave ye
to the Goddesse. So ho! my Lords, take me with ye.
_Teren_. Nay stay, good _Flavia_. Youle not loose the sight of
_Lentulus_.
_Fla_. Nor you of _Tulley_; come, if you tel, ile blab.
_Cice_. But, sweete Lady, _Tulley_ is not heere.
_Fla_. But _Cicero_ is, his neere friend, thats as good.
_Cice_. He was, Lady, till hee changed his habit by putting on the
office of an unskillful Servingman, intending to garde _Terentia_ to her
father's house.
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