_Enter_ Bartolus.
_Bar_.
Where is my wife? 'fore heaven, I have done wonders,
Done mighty things to day, my _Amaranta_,
My heart rejoyces at my wealthy Gleanings,
A rich litigious Lord I love to follow,
A Lord that builds his happiness on brawlings,
O 'tis a blessed thing to have rich Clyents,
Why, wife I say, how fares my studious Pupil?
Hard at it still? ye are too violent,
All things must have their rests, they will not last else,
Come out and breathe. [Leandro _within_.
_Lean_.
I do beseech you pardon me,
I am deeply in a sweet point Sir.
_Bar_.
I'le instruct ye:
_Enter_ Amaranta.
I say take breath, seek health first, then your study.
O my sweet soul, I have brought thee golden birds home,
Birds in abundance: I have done strange wonders:
There's more a hatching too.
_Am_.
Have ye done, good husband?
Then 'tis a good day spent.
_Bar_.
Good enough chicken,
I have spread the nets o'th' law, to catch rich booties,
And they come fluttering in: how do's my Pupil?
My modest thing, hast thou yet spoken to him?
_Am_.
As I past by his chamber I might see him,
But he is so bookish.
_Bar_.
And so bashfull too,
I' faith he is, before he will speak, he will starve there.
_Am_.