of time, some show in the pofterior of this day, to be rendred by our affiftants at the King's command, and this moft gallant, illuftrate and learned gentleman, before the Princess: I fay, none fo fit as to présent the nine Worthies. Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them? Hol. Joshua, yourself; this gallant man, Judas Maccabeus; 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 strangling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose. Moth. An excellent device: for if any of the audience hifs, you may cry; well done, Hercules, now thou crufheft the fnake; 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 myself. Moth. Thrice-worthy gentleman! Arm. Shall I tell you a thing? Hol. We attend. Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an Antic. I beseech 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 fo: or I will play on the taber to the Worthies, and let them dance the hay. Hol. Most dull, honest, Dull, to our Sport away. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before the PRINCESS's Pavilion. Prin. S Enter Princefs, and Ladies. WEET hearts, we fhall be rich ere we depart, If Fairings come thus plentifully in. A lady wall'd about with diamonds!— Look you, what I have from the loving King. Rof. That was the way to make his God-head wax, For he hath been five thousand years a boy. WO Cath. Ay; and a fhrewd unhappy gallows too. i. Rof. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd your fifter. Cath. He made her melancholy, fad and heavy, And fo fhe died; had fhe been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might have been a grandam ere fhe dy'd. I Cath. A light condition, in a beauty dark. Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out. Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff: Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Rof. Look, what you do; and do it still i'th' dark. for me. Rof. Rof. Great reafon; for paft Cure is ftill paft Care. And if my face were but as fair as yours, f Rof. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise. Rof. Ware pencils. How? let me not die your debtor. My red dominical, my golden letter. ; that your face were not fo full of Oes! Cath. Pox of that jeft, and I befhrew all fhrews: Prin. But what was fent to you from fair Dumain? Cath. Madam, this glove. Prin. Did he not fend you twain? Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover, Some thousand verfes of a faithful lover. A huge tranflation of hypocrify, Vilely compil'd, profound fimplicity. Mar. This, and thefe pearls, to me fent Longaville; The letter is too long by half a mile. Prin. I think no lefs; doft thou not wish 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 for't. Rof. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so. That fame Biron I'll torture, ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by th' week! P 6 And And wait the feafon, and obferve the times, And make him proud to make me proud with jests: 1 Prin. None are fo furely caught, when they are catch'd, As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Rof. The blood of youth burns not in fuch excefs, As gravity's revolt to wantonnefs. Mar. Folly in fools bears not fo ftrong a note, As fool'ry in the wife, when wit doth dote: Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To prove, by wit, worth in fimplicity. SCENE IV. Prin. HERE comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. O, I am ftab'd with laughter; where's her Grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare. Arm, wenches, arm; Encounters mounted are I thought to close mine eyes fome half an hour; I ftole I ftole into a neighbour thicket by; That well by heart hath conn'd his embaffage. I fhould have fear'd her, had fhe been a Devil. Cry'd, via! we will do't, come what will come. To check their folly, paffion's folemn tears. Like Mufcovites, or Ruffians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley, court and dance; Prin. And will they fo? the gallants shall be tafkt; Hold, Rofaline; this Favour thou fhall wear, Hold, |