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Caric. What course shall aged Carcl•s now take After his weary travels? shall I here Resolve to lay my bones, and Egypt make The final period of my pilgrimage▪ No, I must bid Catadupice adieu So famous for these sluices of fair Nile, And since the surfeit which I took of sorrow For my dear daughters sad untimely death, Is well digested in this breast of mine, And change of air hath wrought a change of mind; I am resolved to stately Greece to wend And breath my last breath where I breathed my first, 'Tis so determined;— Enter Nebulo his man. Honest Nebulo, My man draw near, I'm in a humour now To change some words with thee;—so oftentimes— aside. We see wise men for recreations sake, ⟨image 3⟩Consult with Fools, and honest men with Knaves.— aside What course doth thy fond brain advise me to?

Caric. WHat course shall aged Carcl•s now take After his weary travells? shall I here Resolve to lay my bones, and Egypt make The finall period of my pilgrimage▪ No, I must bid Catadupice adieu So famous for these sluces of faire Nile, And since the surfeit which I tooke of sorrow For my deare daughters sad untimely death, Is well digested in this breast of mine, And change of aire hath wrought a change of mind; I am resolv'd to stately Greece to wend And breath my last breath where I breath'd my first, 'Tis so determin'd;— Enter Nebulo his man. Honest Nebulo, My man draw neare, I'm in a humour now To change some words with thee;—so oftentimes— aside. Wee see wise men for recreations sake, ⟨image 3⟩Consult with Fooles, and honest men with Knaves.— aside What course doth thy fond braine advise me to?

Neb. To no other but to a home course Sir, I must tell you plainly, I like not these extravagant ones you take of travelling the world thus; I'm sure I have paid dear for those idle humours of yours, witness my body, brought to a mere Anatomy by travel and fasting; me thinks, a wise man, as you are, should not have such waing thoughts in his mind: well Master, resolve to leave this place, and return to Delphos our native habitation, or I shall soon resolve to leave you, and go there without you. O the smoke of mine own poor chimney at home, and the beloved smoke of my wife, would both smell to my nose now so comfortable, as a perfume made of Arabia spices; adieu, I can stay no longer from pretty Nebulona without the lash of her just displeasure. I come my chicken, I come, be ready to receive me, I know thou languishest all this while for want of my company.