Author: Chris Cook
ATHENS. A Room in LARRY's House.
[Enter LARRY, DEVON, MICHAEL, and SCOTT.]
Larry: Have you sent to Jonathan's house? Is he come home yet?
Scott: He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.
Devon: If he come not, then... the play is marred; it goes not forward, doth it?
Larry: It is not possible; you have not a man in all Athens able to discharge Angel but he.
Devon: No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens.
Larry: Yes, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.
Devon: You must say paragon; a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of naught.
Larry: Hey, I can dream, can't I?
Harmony: Masters, the duke is coming from the temple; and there is two or three lords and ladies more married! If our sport had gone forward we had all been made rich!
Devon: O sweet Jonathan! Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Angel, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it; sixpence a-day in Angel, or nothing.
Jonathan: Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?
Larry: Jonathan! - O most courageous day! O most happy hour!
Devon: It's happy hour? Dude, I should be at the bar.
Jonathan: Masters, I am to discourse wonders; but ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you everything, right as it fell out.
Larry: Let us hear, sweet Jonathan.
Jonathan: Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; -