Phil. I will. Poore Phillida, what shouldest thou thinke of thy selfe, that louest one that I feare mee, is as thy selfe is: and may it not be, that her Father practized the same deceite with her, that my Father hath with me, and knowing her to be fayre, feared she shold 40 be vnfortunate? if it be so, Phillida how desperate is thy case? if it be not, howe doubtfull? For if she be a Mayden there is no hope of my loue; if a boy, a hazarde: I will after him or her, and leade a melancholie life, that looke for a miserable death. Exit
Enter RAFE alone.
NO more Maisters now, but a Mistrisse if I can light on her. An Astronomer? of all occupations thats the worst; yet well fare the Alcumist, for he keepes good fires though he gets no golde; the other standes warming himselfe by staring on the starres, which I think he can as soone number as know their 5 vertues. He told me a long tale of Octogessimus octauus, and the meeting of the Coniunctions & Planets, and in the meane-time he fell backwarde himselfe into a ponde. I askt him why he fore-sawe not that by the starres, he said hee knewe it, but contemnd it. But soft, is not this my brother Robin? 10
Robin. Yes as sure as thou art Rafe.
Raffe. What Robin? what newes? what fortune?
Robin. Faith I haue had but badde fortune, but I prie-thee tell me thine.
Rafe. I have had two Maisters, not by arte but by nature; one 15 sayd, that by multiplying he woulde make of a penny tenne pound.
Robin. I but coulde he doe it?
Raffe. Could he doe it quoth you? why man, I sawe a prettie wench come to his shoppe, where with puffing, blowing, and sweating, he so plyed her, that hee multiplyed her. 20