ther wouldst thou make? Go too, thou hast it ad dunghil, ư 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 Princess 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 afsure 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 moft ferious Defigns, 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 pleaseth his Greatness 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 Worthies. 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, 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 Machabeus, this Swain (because of his great Limb or Joint) fhall pass 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 prefent Hercules in Minority His Enter and Exit fhall 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 crufheft 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? Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an Antique. Ibefeech you follow. Hol. Via good-man Dull, thou haft fpoken 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 so: 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 shall be rich e'er we depart, If Fairings come thus plentifully in. A Lady wall'd about with Diamonds! look you, what I have from the King. Rofa. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much Love in Rime, As would be cram'd up in a Sheet of Paper, Ff3 Writ Writ on both fides the Leaf, Margent and-all, ༣ Rofa. That was the way to make his God-head wax, For he hath been five thousand Years a Boy. Kath. Ay, and a threwd unhappy Gallows too. Rofa. You'll ne'er be Friends with him, he kill'd fter. Kath. He made her melancholly, fad and heavy, your Si. 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 still 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 is it? Rofa. I would you knew. And if my Face were but as fair as yours, Rofa. Much in the Letters, nothing in the Praise. Rofa. Ware Pencils. How? Let me not die your Debter, My red Dominical, my golden Letter. O that your Face were full of Ots. Prin. ! Prin. A Pox of that Jeft, and I befhrew all Shrews: But Katharine, what was fent to you From fair Dumain? 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. O that I knew he were but in by th' Week, That he fhould be my Fool, and I his Fate. Prin. None are fo furely caught, when they are catch 'd, As Wit turn'd Fool; a Folly in Wisdom hatch'd Hath Wifdom's Warrant, and the help of School, And Wit's own Grace to grace a learned Fool. Rofa. The Blood of Youth burns not in fuch Excels. Marg. Folly in Fools bears not fo ftrange a Note, To prove by Wit, worth in Simplicity. Enter Boyet. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and Mirth in his Face. Prin Thy News, Boyet? Ff4 Boyet, Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare. Arm Wenches, arm, Incounters mounted are That well by heart hath conn'd his Embaffage. I fhould have fear'd her, had she been a Devil. |