_Caes_. Else should we wrong their kindnes much. _Accutus_, be it your
care to give them kindest welcome; we cannot recompence their loves
without much beholdings.
_Acut_. Now for the cunning vizarding of them & tis done.
_Hostis_. Now we shall beholde the showes.
_Get_. _Acteon_ and his Dogs, I pray Jupiter.
_Enter the maske and the Song_.
_Chaunt birds in everie bush,
The blackbird and the Thrush,
The chirping Nightingale,
The Mavis and Wagtaile,
The Linnet and the Larke,
Oh how they begin, harke, harke_.
_Scil_. S'lid, there's one bird, I doe not like her voice.
_Sing againe & Exeunt_.
_Hostis_. By my troth, me thought one should be my husband, I could even
discerne his voice through the vizard.
_Cittie wife_. And truely by his head one should be mine.
_Get_. And surely by his eares one should be my sweet heart.
_Caes_. _Accutus_,[324] you have deserved much of our love, but might
we not breake the law of sport so farre as to know to whome our thankes
is due, by seeing them unmaskt and the reason of their habits?
_Acut_.
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