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TRUE: Yes, and are very sober, grave persons, that will dispatch it in a chamber, with a whisper or two. MOR: Good sir, shall I hope this benefit from you, and trust myself into your hands? TRUE: Alas, sir! your nephew and I have been ashamed and oft-times mad, since you went, to think how you are abused. Go in, good sir, and lock yourself up till we call you; we'll tell you more anon, sir. MOR: Do your pleasure with me gentlemen; I believe in you: and that deserves no delusion. [EXIT.] TRUE: You shall find none, sir: but heap'd, heap'd plenty of vexation. DAUP: What wilt thou do now, Wit? TRUE: Recover me hither Otter and the barber, if you can, by any means, presently. DAUP: Why? to what purpose? TRUE: O, I'll make the deepest divine, and gravest lawyer, out of them two for him-- DAUP: Thou canst not, man; these are waking dreams. TRUE: Do not fear me. Clap but a civil gown with a welt on the one; and a canonical cloak with sleeves on the other: and give them a few terms in their mouths, if there come not forth as able a doctor, and complete a parson, for this turn, as may be wish'd, trust not my election: and, I hope, without wronging the dignity of either profession, since they are but persons put on, and for mirth's sake, to torment him. The barber smatters Latin, I remember. DAUP: Yes, and Otter too. TRUE: Well then, if I make them not wrangle out this case to his no comfort, let me be thought a Jack Daw or La-Foole or anything worse. Go you to your ladies, but first send for them. DAUP: I will. [EXEUNT.] ACT 5. SCENE 5.1. A ROOM IN MOROSE'S HOUSE. ENTER LA-FOOLE, CLERIMONT, AND DAW. LA-F: Where had you our swords, master Clerimont? CLER: Why, Dauphine took them from the madman. LA-F: And he took them from our boys, I warrant you. CLER: Very like, sir. LA-F: Thank you, good master Clerimont. Sir John Daw and I are both beholden to you. CLER: Would I knew how to make you so, gentlemen! DAW: Sir Amorous and I are your servants, sir. [ENTER MAVIS.] MAV: Gentlemen, have any of you a pen and ink? I would fain write out a riddle in Italian, for sir Dauphine, to translate. CLER: Not I, in troth lady; I am no scrivener. DAW: I can furnish you, I think, lady. [EXEUNT DAW AND MAVIS.]
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