_Acut_. Please it your Maiestie to commaund him?
_Caes_. Oh, we can no otherwise, so well be pleased.
_Phy_. I beseech your Maiestie, I cannot sing.
_Tul_. Nay, your denyall will breed but greater expectation.
_Acut_. I, I, please it your grace to heare? now he begins.
_Phy_. _My love can sing no other song, but still complaines I did her,
&c_. I beseech your Maiestie to let me goe.
_Caes_. With all our heart; _Acutus_, give him libertie.
_Accut_. Goe and for voice sake yee shall sing Ballads in the suburbes,
and if ever heereafter ye chance to purchase a suite, by what your
friends shal leave ye, or the credit of your friend, be not drunk again,
& give him hard words for his labour. [_Exit_.
_Caes_. What, ist effected, _Graccus_?
_Gra_. I have wrought the foole; _Scilicet_ comes alone, & his Lady
keepes the women company.
_Accu_. Tush, weele have a room scantly furnisht with lights that shall
further it.
_Caes_. What sound is that?
_Acut_. I, would ye so fain enter? ile further it: please it your
Maiestie to accept what is not worth acceptance? heere are a company to
Gratulate these nuptials, have prepard a show--I feare not worth the
sight--if you shall deeme to give them the beholding of it.
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