tie 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.

_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_. Most willingly, my Soveraigne, ile cause their returne.

_Hostis_. Oh excellent! now we shal see them unmaskt.