My Leige, of him something my knowledge
Can discover; his spirit is free as aire,
His temper temperate, if ought's uneeven
His spleene waies downe [towards] lenitie: but how
Stird by reproofe? ah,[322] then hee's bitter and like
His name _Acute_, vice to him is a foule eye-sore
And could he stifle it in bitterest words he would,
And who so offends to him is paralell;
He will as soon reproove the Caedar state
As the lowe shrub.
_Enter Acut. and Philaut_.
_Phy_. Nay, good _Accutus_, let me not enter the presence.
_Accut_. Oh sir, I assure you your presence will be most acceptable in
the presence at this time then a farre ritcher present. May it please
your majestie, this is the man.
_Caes_. Let him stand forward.
_Cit. W_. Alas, we shal see nothing; would I were neere; now hee stands
forwards.
_Caes_.[323] What qualities hath he, _Accutus_?
_Accut_. A few good ones (may it please you); he handles a comb wel, a
brush better, and will drink downe a _Dutchman_, & has good skill in
pricksong.
_Hostis_. I, ile be sworne he had, when he was my Guest.
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