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ther wouldst thou make? Go too, thou haft it ad dunghil, at the Finger's ends, as they say.
Hol. Oh, I fmell falfe Latin, dunghil for unguem.
Arm. Artf-man preambula; we will be fingled from the Barbarous. Do you not educate Youth at the Charge-house on the Top of the Mountain.
Hol. Or Mons on the Hill.
Arm. At your fweet Pleasure, for the Mountain.
Arm. Sir, it is the King's moft fweet Pleasure and Affection, to congratulate the Princefs at her Pavilion, in the pofteriors of this Day, which the rude Multitude call the Afternoon.
Hol. The Pofterior of the Day, moft generous Sir, is liable, congruent, and meafurable for the Afternoon: The Word is well cull'd, choice, fweet, and apt, I do affure you Sir, I do affure.
Arm. Sir, the King is a noble Gentleman, and my Familiar, I do affure ye, my very good Friend; for what is inward between us, let it paf-I do befeech thee, remember thy Curtefie-I befeech thee apparel thy Head, and among other importunate and most serious Designs, and of great import indeed too- -But let that pafs, for I muft tell thee it will please his Grace (by the World) fometime to lean upon my poor Shoulder, and with his Royal Finger thus dally with my Excrement, with my Muftachio; but, fweet Heart, let that paf. By the World I recount no Fable; fome certain fpecial Honours it pleafeth his Greatnefs to impart to Armado a Soldier, a Man of Travel, that hath feen the World; but let that pa's the very all of all is: But, fweet Heart, I do implore fecretly, that the King would have me present the Princefs (fweet Chuck) with fome delightful Oftentation, or Show, or Pageant, or Antick, or Fire-work. Now understanding that the Curate and your fweet felf are good at fuch Eruptions, and fudden breaking out of Mirth (as it were) I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your Affiftance.
Hol. Sir, you fhall prefent before her the nine Wor thies. Sir, as concerning fome Entertair'ment of Time, fome Show in the Pofterior of this Day, to be rendred by our Affiftants at the King's Command, and this moft gal
lant, illuftrate and learned Gentleman, before the Princess: I fay none fo fit as to prefent the nine Worthies.
Nath. Where will you find Men worthy enough to prefent them?
Hol. Jofua, your felf, this gallant Gentleman Judas Machabens, this Swain (because of his great Limb or Joint) fhall pafs Pompey the Great, and the Page Hercules,
Arm. Pardon Sir, Error: He is not Quantity enough for that Worthy's Thumb; he is not fo big as the End of his Club.
Hol. Shall I have Audience? He fhall present Hercules in Minority His Enter and Exit shall be ftrangling a Snake; and I will have an Apology for that Purpose.
Moth. An excellent Device: So if any of the Audience hifs, you may cry; Well done, Hercules, now thou crusheft the Snake; that is the way to make an Offence gracious, tho' few have the Grace to do it.
Arm. For the reft of the Worthies?
Hol. I will play three my felf.
Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an Antique. Ibefeech you follow.
Hol. Via good-man Dull, thou haft spoken no Word all this while.
Dull. Nor understood none neither, Sir.
Hol. Allons, we will employ thee.
Dull. I'll make one in a Dance, or fo: Or will play on the Taber 10 the Worthies, and let them dance the Hay.
Hol. Moft Dull, honeft Dull, to our Sport away. [Exit.
Enter Princess, and Ladies.
Prin. Sweet Hearts, we fhall be rich e'er we depart,
A Lady wall'd about with Diamonds! look you, what I have
Rofa. Madam, came nothing elfe along with that? Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much Love in Rime, As would be cram'd up in a Sheet of Paper,
Writ on both fides the Leaf, Margent and-all,
Rofa. That was the way to make his God-head wax,
Rofa. You'll ne'er be Friends with him, he kill'd your Si fter.
Kath. He made her melancholly, fad and heavy,
Rofa. What's your dark Meaning, Mouse, of this light Word ?
Kath. A light Condition, in a Beauty dark. Rofa. We need more Light to find your Meaning out. Kath. You'll marr the Light by taking it in Snuff: Therefore I'll darkly end the Argument.
Rofa. Look what you do, you do it ftill i'th dark. Kath. So do not you, for you are a light Wench. Rofa. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. Kath. You weigh me not, O that's, you care not for me. Rofa. Great Reafon; for paft Care, is ftill paft Cure. Prin. Well handled both; a Set of Wit well play'd. But Rofaline, you have a Favour too? Who fent it? and what
Rofa. I would
And if my Face were but as fair as yours,
Rofa. Much in the Letters, nothing in the Praise.
Kath. Fair as a Text B in a Copy-Book.
Rofa. Ware Pencils. How? Let me not die your Debter,
My red Dominical, my golden Letter.
Prin. A Pox of that Jeft, and I befhrew all Shrews:
Kath. Madam, this Glove.
Prin. Did he not fend you twain?
Mar. This, and thefe Pearls to me fent Longavile.
Prin. I think no lefs; Doft thou not with in Heart The Chain were longer, and the Letter fhort?
Mar. Ay, or I would thefe Hands might never part. Prin. We are wife Girls, to mock our Lovers fo. Rofa. They are worfe Fools to purchase mocking so. That fame Biron I'll torture e'er I go. O that I knew he were but in by th' Week, How I would make him fawn, and beg, and feek, And wait the Season, and obferve the Times, And spend his prodigal Wits in bootlefs Rimes, And fhape his Service all to my Behefts, And make him proud to make me proud with Jefts, So pertaunt like would I o'erfway his State, That he fhould be my Fool, and I his Fate.
Prin. None are fo furely caught, when they are catch 'd,
Rofa. The Blood of Youth burns not in fuch Excels.
Marg. Folly in Fools bears not fo ftrange a Note,
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and Mirth in his Face.
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare. Arm Wenches, arm, Incounters mounted are Against your Peace, Love doth approach, difguis'd, Armed in Arguments, you'll be furpriz'd. Mufter your Wits, ftand in your own Defence, Or hide your Heads like Cowards, and fly hence.
Prin. Saint Dennis, to Saint Cupid; What are they
I fhould have fear'd her, had she been a Devil.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to vifit us? Boy. They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus, Like Mufcovites, or Ruffians, as I guess.