University of Virginia Library

Act 3.

Scene 1.

Tipto.
Flie. Iug. Peirce. Iordan. Ferret. Trundle.
I like the plot of your Militia, well!
It is a fine Militia, and well order'd!
And the diuision's neat! 'Twill be desir'd
Only, the'expressions were a little more Spanish:
For there's the best Militia o' the world!
To call 'hem Tertias. Tertia of the kitchin,
The Tertia of the cellar, Tertia of the chamber,
And Tertia of the stables.

Fly.
That I can, Sir,
And find out very able, fit commanders.
In euery Tertia.

Tip.
Now you are i'the right!
As i'the Tertia o'the kitchin, your selfe
Being a person, elegant in sawces,
There to command, as prime Maestro del Campo,
Chiefe Master of the palate, for that Tertia:
Or the Cooke vnder you, 'cause you are the Marshall;
And the next officer i'the field, to the Host.
Then for the cellar, you haue young Anone,
Is a rare fellow, what's his other name?

Fly.
Pierce, Sir.

Tip.
Sir Pierce, I'le ha'him a Caualier.
Sir Pierce Anon, will peirce vs a new hogs-head!
And then your thorow-fare, Iug here, his Alferez:
An able officer, giu'me thy beard, round Iug,
I take thee by this handle, and doe loue
One of thy inches! I'the chambers, Iordan, here!
He is the Don, del Campo o' the beds.
And for the stables, what's his name?

Fly.
old Peck.

Tip.
Maestro del Campo, Peck! his name is curt,
A monosyllabe, but commands the horse well.

Fly.
O, in an Inne, Sir, we haue other horse,
Let those troopes rest a while. Wine is the horse,
That wee must charge with here.

Tip.
Bring vp the troopes,
Or call sweet Fly, 'tis an exact Militia,
And thou an exact professor, Lipsius Fly,
Thou shalt be cal'd, and Iouse: Iack Ferret, welcome,
Old Trench-master, and Colonel o'the Pyoners,
What canst thou bolt vs now? a Coney? or two
Out of Thom: Trundles burrow, here, the Coach?
This is the master of the carriages!
How is thy driuing Thom: good, as twas?

Tru.
It serues my Lady, and our officer Pru.
Twelue mile an houre! Thom has the old trundle still.

Tip.
I am taken with the family, here, fine fellowes?
Viewing the muster roll.

Tru.
They are braue men!

Fer.
And of the Fly blowne discipline all, the Quarter-master!

Tip.
The Fly's a rare bird, in his profession!
Let's sip a priuate pinte with him, I would haue him
Quit this light signe of the light heart, my bird:
And lighter house. It is not for his tall
And growing grauity so Cedar-like,
To be the second to an Host in Cuerpo,
That knowes no elegancies, vse his owne
Dictamen, and his Genius, I would haue him
Flie high, and strike at all. Heer's yong Anone, too.

Pei.
What wine is't Gentlemen, white or claret?

Tip.
White. My briske Anone.

Pei.
I'le draw you Iuno's milke
That died the Lilies, Colonel.

Tip.
Do so Peirce.

Pec.
A plague of all Iades, what a clap he has gi'n me!

Fli.
Why how now Cossen?

Tip.
Who's that?

Fer.
The Hostler.

Fli.
What ayl'st thou Cossen Peck?

Pec.
O me, my hanches!
As sure as you liue, Sir, he knew perfectly
I meant to Cossin him. He did leere so on me,
And then he sneerd. As who would say take heed S'ah,
And when he saw our halfe-pecke, which you know
Was but an old court-dish, Lord how he stamp't!
I thought, 't had beene for ioy. When suddainly
He cuts me a backe caper with his heeles,
And takes me iust o' the crouper. Downe come I
And my whole ounce of oates! Then he neighed out,
As if he had a Mare by the tayle.

Fli.
Troth Cossin,
You are to blame to vse the poore dumbe Christians,
So cruelly, defraud 'hem o'their dimensuns,
Yonder's the Colonels horse (there I look'd in)
Keeping our Ladies Eue! The diuell a bit
He ha's got, sin'e he came in yet! There he stands,
And lookes and lookes, but t'is your pleasure, Cosse,
He should looke leane enough.

Pec.
He ha's hay before him.

Fli.
Yes, but as grosse as hempe, and assoone will choake him,
Vnlesse he eat it butter'd. H' had foure shoes,
And good ones, when he came in: It is a wonder,
With standing still he should cast three.

Pec.
Troth Quarter-Master,
This trade is a kind of mystery, that corrupts
Our standing manners quickely: Once a weeke,
I meet with such a brush to mollifie me.
Sometimes a brace, to awake my Conscience,
Yet still, I sleepe securely.

Fli.
Cossin Peck,
You must vse better dealing, fayth you must.

Pec.
Troth, to giue good example, to my successors,
I could be well content to steale but two girths,
And now and then a saddle cloth, change a bridle,
For exercise: and stay there.

Fli.
If you could
There were some hope, on you, Cosse. But the fate is
You' are drunke so early, you mistake whole Saddles:
Sometimes a horse.

Pec.
I there's—

Fli.
The wine, come Cosse, Ile talk with you anone.

Pec.
Doe, loose no time, good Quarter-Master.

Tip
There are the horse, come, Flie.

Fli.
Charge, in Boyes, in; Lieutenant o'the ordinance.
Tobacco, & pipes.

Tip.
Who's that? Old Iordan, good!
A comely vessell, and a necessary.
New-scour'd he is: Here's to thee, Martiall Fly.
In milke, my yong Anone sayes.

Pei.
Cream o'the grape!
That drop't from Iuno's breasts, and sprung the Lilly!
I can recite your fables, Fly, Here is, too,
The blood of Venus, mother o'the Rose!

Ior.
The dinner is gone vp.

Iug.
I heare the whistle.

Ior.
I, and the fidlers. We must all goe waite.

Pei.
Pox o'this waiting, Quarter Master, Fly.

Fly.
When Chambermaids are soueraignes, waite them Ladie.
Fly scornes to breath.

Pec.
or blow vpon thē, he.

Pei.
Old Parcel Peck! Art thou there? how now? lame?

Pec.
Yes faith: it is ill halting afore criples,
I ha' got a dash of a Iade, here, will stick by me.

Pei.
O you haue had some phant'sie, fellow Peck;
Some reuelation—

Pec.
What?

Pei.
To steale the hay,
Out o'the racks againe:

Fly.
I told him so,
When the ghests backs were turn'd.

Pei.
Or bring his peck
The bottome vpwards, heap'd with oates; and cry.
Here's the best measure vpon all the roade! when
You know the ghest, put in his hand, to feele,
And smell to the oates, that grated all his fingers
Vpo'the wood—

Pec.
Mum!

Pei.
And foūd out your cheat.

Pec.
I ha'bin i'the cellar, Peirce.

Pei.
You were then there,
Vpo' your knees; I doe remember it:
To ha'the fact conceald. I could tell more,
Soping of saddles, cutting of horse tailes,
And cropping—pranks of ale, and hostelry—

Fly.
Which he cannot forget, he sayes, yong Knight:
No more then you can other deeds of darknesse,
Done i'the cellar.

Tip.
Well said, bold professor.

Fer.
We shall ha'some truth explain'd.

Pei.
We are all mortall,
And haue our visions.

Pec.
Truly it seemes to me
That euery horse has his whole peck, and tumbles
Vp to the eares in littour,

Fly.
When, indeed
There's no such matter; not a smell of prouander.

Fer.
Not so much straw as would tie vp a horse-taile!

Fly.
Nor any thing i'the rack, but two old cob-webs!
And so much rotten hay, as had beene a hens nest!

Tru.
And yet he's euer apt to sweepe the mangers!

Fer.
But puts in nothing.

Pei.
These are fits, and fancies,
Which you must leaue, good Peck.

Fly.
And you must pray
It may be reueal'd to you, at some-times,
Whose horse you ought to cosen; with what conscience;
The how; and when; a Parsons horse may suffer—

Pei.
Who's master's double benefic'd; put in that.

Fly.
A little greasing i'the teeth; 'tis wholesome:
And keepes him in a sober shuffle.

Pei.
His saddle too
May want a stirrop.

Fly.
And, it may be sworne,
His learning lay o' one side, and so broke it.

Pec.
They haue euer oates i'their cloake-bags, to affront vs.

Fly.
And therefore 'tis an office meritorious,
To tith such soundly.

Pei.
And a graziers may.

Fer.
O they are pinching puckfists!

Tru.
And suspicious.

Pei.
Suffer before the masters face, sometimes.

Fly.
He shall thinke he sees his horse eate halfe a bushell,

Pei.
When the slight is rubbing his gummes with salt,
Till all the skin come off, he shall but mumble,
Like an old woman that were chewing brawne,
And drop 'hem out againe.

Tip.
Well argued Caualier,

Fly.
It may doe well: and goe for an example:
But Cosse, haue care of vnderstanding horses,
Horses with angry heeles, Nobility horses,
Horses that know the world; let them haue meat
Till their teeth ake; and rubbing till their ribbes
Shine like a wenches forehead: They are Diuels else
Will looke into your dealings.

Pec.
For mine own part
The next I cossen o'the pampred breed,
I wish he may be found'red.

Fli.
Foun-de-red.
Prolate it right.

Pec.
And of all foure, I wish it,
I loue no crouper complements.

Pei.
Whose horse was it?

Pec.
Why, Mr Bursts.

Pei.
Is Bat Burst come?

Pec.
An howre he has beene heere.

Tip.
What Burst?

Pei.
Mas, Bartolmew Burst.
One that hath beene a Citizen, since a Courtier,
And now a Gamester. Hath had all his whirles,
And bouts of fortune, as a man would say,
Once a Bat, and euer a Bat! a Rere-mouse,
And Bird o'twilight, he has broken thrice.

Tip.
Your better man, the Geno'way Prouerbe say's,
Men are not made of steele.

Pei.
Nor are they bound
Alwayes to hold.

Fli.
Thrice honourable Colonel!
Hinges will crack—

Tip.
Though they be Spanish iron

Pei.
He is a merchant still, Aduenturer,
At in, and in: and is our thorough-fares friend.

Tip.
Who? Iugs?

Pei.
The same: and a fine gentleman
Was with him!

Pec.
Mr Huffle.

Pei.
Who? Hodge Huffle?

Ti.
What's he?

Pei.
A cheater, & another fine gentleman
A friend o' the Chamberlaynes! Iordans! Mr Huffle.
He is Bursts protection.

Fli.
Fights, and vapors for him.

Pei.
He will be drunk so ciuilly—

Fli.
So discreetly.

Pei.
And punctually! iust at his houre.

Fli.
And then,
Call for his Iordan, with that hum and state,
As if he piss'd the Politiques!

Pei.
And sup
With his tust-taffata night-geere, heere, so silently!

Fli.
Nothing but Musique!

Pei.
A dozen of bawdy songs.

Tip.
And knowes the Generall this?

Fl.
O, no, Sr. Dormis,
Dormit Patronus, still, the master sleepes.
They'll steale to bed.

Pei.
In priuate Sir, and pay,
The Fidlers with that modesty, next morning.

Fli.
Take a disinne of muscadell, and egges!

Pei.
And packe away i'their trundling cheats, like Gipsies's

Tru.
Mysteries, mysteries, Ferret.

Fer.
I we see, Trundle,
What the great Officers, in an Inne may doe;
I doe not say the Officers of the Crowne
But the light heart.

Tip.
I'le see the Bat, and Huffle.

Fer.
I ha' some busines Sir, I craue your pardon—

Tip.
What?

Fer.
To be sober.

Tip.
Pox, goe get you gone then.
Trundle shall stay.

Tru.
No I besech you Colonel,
Your Lordship ha's a minde to bee drunke priuate,
With these braue Gallants; I will step aside
Into the stables, and salute my Mares.

Pei.
Yes doe: and sleepe with 'hem, let him go-base whip-stocke.
Hee's as drunke as a fish now, almost as dead.

Tip.
Come, I will see the flicker mouse, my Flie.

Scene 2.

Prudence vsher'd by the Host, takes her seat of Iudicature, Nurse, Franke, the two Lords Beaufort, and Latimer, assist of the Bench: The Lady and Louel are brought in, and sit on the two sides of the stage, confronting each the other.
Ferret. Trundle.
Pru.
Heere set the hower; but first produce the parties:
And cleere the court. The time is now of price.

Hos.
Iug, get you down, and Trundle get you vp,
You shall be Crier. Ferret here, the Clearke.
Iordan, smell you without, till the Ladies call you;
Take downe the Fidlers too, silence that noyse,
Deepe, i'the cellar, safe.

Pru.
Who keepes the watch?

Hos.
Old Sheelinin heere, is the Madame. Tel-clocke.

Nur.
No fait and trot, sweet Maister, I shall sleep;
I fait. I shall.

Bea.
I pr'y thee, doe then, Sebrich Owle.
She brings to mind the fable o'the Dragon,
That kept the Hesperian fruit. Would I could charme her.

Hos.
Trundle will do it with his hum. Come Trundle.
Precede him Ferret, i'the forme.

Fer.
Oyez, oyez, oyez.

[Tru.]
O yez, &c.

[Fer.]
Whereas there hath beene awarded,

[Tru.]
Whereas, &c.

[Fer.]
By the Queene Regent of Loue,

[Tru.]
By the Qu. &c.

[Fer.]
In this high court of soueraignty,

[Tru.]
In this high, &c.

[Fer.]
Two speciall howers of addresse,

[Tru.]
Two speciall, &c

[Fer.]
To Herebert Lovel, appellant,

[Tru.]
To Herebert, &c.

[Fer.]
Against the Lady Frampul, defendant

[Tru.]
Against the, &c.

[Fer.]
Herebert Lovel, Come into the Court.

[Tru.]
Herebert Lov. &c.

[Fer.]
Make challenge to thy first hower,

[Tru.]
Make, &c.

[Fer.]
And saue thee, and thy bayle.

[Tru.]
And saue, &c.

Hos.
Loe, louting where he comes into the Court!
Clearke of the sou'raignty take his apparance.
And how accoutred, how design'd he comes!

Fer.
T's done. Now Crier, call the Lady Frampul,
And by the name of,
Francis, Lady Frampul, defendant,

[Tru.]
Francis &c.

[Fer.]
Come into the Court,

[Tru.]
Come into the, &c.

[Fer.]
Make answer to the award,

[Tru.]
Make answer, &c.

[Fer.]
And saue thee, and thy bayle.

[Tru.]
And saue thee, &c.

Enter Lady
Hos.
She makes a noble, and a iust apparance.
Set it downe likewise, and how armd she comes.

Pru.
Vsher of Loues Court, giue 'hem their oath.
According to the forme, vpon Loue's Missal.

Hos.

Arise, and lay your hands, vpon the Booke.
Herebert Lovel Appellant, and Lady Frances Frampul,
Defendant, you shall sweare vpon the Liturgie of
Loue, Ouid de arte amandi, that you neither haue, ne
will haue, nor in any wase beare about you, thing, or
things, pointed, or blunt, within these lists, other then

what are naturall, and allow'd by the Court: No inchanted
Armes, or weapons, Stones of vertue, Herbe
of Grace, Charme, Character, Spel, Philtre, or other
power, then Loues only, and the iustnesse of your cause.
So helpe you Loue, his Mother, and the contents of this
Booke: Kisse it. Returne vnto your seats. Crier bid silence.

Tru.
Oyez. Oyez. Oyez.

Fe.
I'the name o'the Soueraigne of Loue

[Tru.]
I'the &c.

[Fe.]
Notice is giuen by the Court,

[Tru.]
Notice is &c.

[Fe.]
To the Appellant, and Defendant,

[Tru.]
To the Ap &c.

[Fe.]
That the first houre of addresse proceeds.

[Tru.]
That the &c.

[Fe.]
And Loue saue the Soueraigne.

[Tru.]
And loue &c.

Tru.
Euery man, or woman keep silence paine of imprisonment.

Pru.
Do your endeuours, in the name of Loue.

Lov.
To make my first approaches, then, in loue.

Lad.
Tell vs what Loue is, that we may be sure
There's such a thing, and that it is in nature.

Lov.
Excellent Lady, I did not expect
To meet an Infidell! much lesse an Atheist!
Here in Loue's lists! of so much vnbeleefe!
To raise a question of his being—

Host.
Well-charg'd!

Lov.
I rather thought, and, with religion, thinke,
Had all the character of loue beene lost,
His lines, demensions, and whole signature
Raz'd, and defac'd, with dull humanity:
That both his nature, and his essence might
Haue found their mighty instauration here,
Here where the confluence of faire, and good,
Meets to make vp all beauty. For, what else
Is Loue, but the most noble, pure affection
Of what is truly beautifull, and faire?
Desire of vnion with the thing beloued?

(Beau.
Haue the assistants of the Court their votes,
And writ of priuiledge, to speake them freely?

Pru.
Yes, to assist; but not to interrupt.

Bea.
Then I haue read somwhere, that man and woman
Were, in the first creation, both one piece,
And being cleft asunder, euer since,
Loue was an appetite to be reioyn'd.
As for example—

Nur.
Cramo-cree! what meansh' tou?

Bea.
Only, to kisse, and part.

Hos.
So much is lawfull.

Lat.
And stands with the prerogatiue of loues Court!

Lov.
It is a fable of Plato's, in his Banquet,
And vtter'd , there, by Aristophanes.

Hos.
'Twas well remembred here, and to good vse.)
But on with your description, what Loue is.
Desire of vnion with the thing belou'd.

Lov.
I meant a definition. For I make
The efficient cause, what's beautifull, and faire.
The formall cause, the appetite of vnion.
The finall cause, the vnion it selfe.
But larger, if you'l haue it, by description,
It is a flame, and ardor of the minde,
Dead, in the proper corps, quick in anothers:
Trans-ferres the Louer into the Loued.
The he, or she, that loues, engraues, or stamps
Th'Idea of what they loue, first in themselues:
Or, like to glasses, so their mindes take in
The formes of their belou'd, and them reflect,
It is the likenesse of affections,
Is both the parent, and the nurse of loue.
Loue is a spirituall coupling of two soules,
So much more excellent, as it least relates
Vnto the body; circular, eternall;
Not fain'd, or made, but borne: And then, so pretious,
As nought can value it, but it selfe. So free,
As nothing can command it, but it selfe.
And in it selfe, so round and liberall,
As where it fauours, it bestowes it selfe.

(Bea.
And, that doe I; here my whole selfe, I tender,
According to the practise o'the Court.

Nur.
I'tish a naughty practish, a lewd practish,
Be quiet man, dou shalt not leip her, here.

Bea.
Leape her? I lip her, foolish Queene at Armes,
Thy blazon's false: wilt thou blaspheme thine office?)

Lov.
But, we must take, and vnderstand this loue
Along still, as a name of dignity;
Not pleasure.

(Hos.
Mark you that, my light yong Lord?)

Lov.
True loue hath no vnworthy thought, no light,
Loose, vn-becoming appetite, or straine,
But fixed, constant, pure, immutable.

(Bea.
I relish not these philosophicall feasts:
Giue me a banquet o'sense, like that of Ovid:
A forme, to take the eye; a voyce, mine care;
Pure aromatiques, to my sent; a soft,
Smooth, deinty hand, to touch; and, for my taste,
Ambrosiack kisses, to melt downe the palat.)

Lov.
They are the earthly, lower forme of louers,
Are only taken with what strikes the senses!
And loue by that loose scale. Although I grant,
We like, what's saire and gracefull in an obiect,
And (true) would vse it, in the all we tend to,
Both of our ciuill, and domestick deedes.
In ordering of an army, in our style,
Apparell, gesture, building, or what not?
All arts, and actions doe affect their beauty.
But put the case, in trauayle I may meet
Some gorgeous Structure, a braue Frontispice,
Shall I stay captiue i'the outer court,
Surpris'd with that, and not aduance to know
Who dwels there, and inhabiteth the house!
There is my friendship to be made, within;
With what can loue me againe: not, with the walles,
Dores, windo'es, architrabes, the frieze, and coronice.
My end is lost in louing of a face,
An eye, lip, nose, hand, foot, or other part,
Whose all is but a statue, if the mind
Moue not, which only can make the returne.
The end of loue is, to haue two made one
In will, and in affection, that the mindes
Be first inoculated, not the bodies.

Bea.
Gi' me the body, if it be a good one.

Fra.
Nay, sweet my Lord, I must appeale the Soueraigne
For better quarter; If you hold your practise.

Tru.
Silence, paine of imprisonment: Heare the Court.

Lov.
The bodyes loue is fraile, subiect to change,
And alter still, with it: The mindes is firme,
One, and the same, proceedeth first, from weighing,
And well examining, what is faire, and good;
Then, what is like in reason, fit in manners;
That breeds good will: good will desire of vnion.
So knowledge first, begets beneuolence,
Beneuolence breeds friendship, friendship loue.
And where it starts or steps aside from this,
It is a mere degenerous appetite,
A lost, oblique, deprau'd affection,
And beares no marke, or character of Loue.

Lad.
How am I changed! By what alchimy
Of loue, or language, am I thus translated!
His tongue is tip'd with the Philosophers stone,
And that hath touch'd me through euery vaine!
I feele that transmutation o' my blood,
As I were quite become another creature,
And all he speakes, it is proiection!

Pru.
Well fain'd, my Lady: now her parts begin!

Lat.
And she will act 'hem subtilly.

Pru.
She fails me else.

Lov.
Nor doe they trespasse within bounds of pardon,
That giuing way, and licence to their loue,
Di-uest him of his noblest ornaments,
Which are his modesty, and shamefac'tnesse:
And so they doe, that haue vnfit designes,
Vpon the parties, they pretend to loue.
For, what's more monstrous, more a prodigie,
Then to heare me protest truth of affection
Vnto a person that I would dishonor?
And what's a more dishonor, then defacing
Anothers good, with forfeiting mine owne?
And drawing on a fellowship of sinne;
From note of which, though (for a while) we may
Be both kept safe, by caution, yet the conscience
Cannot be cleans'd. For what was hitherto
Cal'd by the name of loue, becomes destroyd
Then, with the fact: the innocency lost,
The bating of affection soone will follow:
And Loue is neuer true, that is not lasting.
No more then any can be pure, or perfect,
That entertaines more then one obiect. Dixi.

Lad.
O speake, and speake for euer! let min'eare
Be feasted still, and filled with this banquet!
No sense can euer surfet on such truth!
It is the marrow of all louers tenents!
Who hath read Plato, Heliodore, or Tatius,
Sydney, D'Vrfé, or all Loues Fathers, like him?
He, is there the Master of the Sentences,
Their Schoole, their Commentary, Text, and Glosse,
And breathes the true diuinity of Loue!

Pru.
Excellent actor! how she hits this passion!

Lad.
Where haue I liu'd, in heresie, so long
Out o'the Congregation of Loue,
And stood irregular, by all his Canons?

Lov.
But doe you thinke she playes?

Pru.
Vpo'my Soueraignty,
Marke her anon.

Lat.
I shake, and am halfe iealous.

Lad.
What penance shall I doe, to be receiu'd,
And reconcil'd, to the Church of Loue?
Goe on procession, bare-foot, to his Image,
And say some hundred penitentiall verses,
There, out of Chaucers Troilus, and Cresside?
Or to his mothers shrine, vow a Waxe-candle
As large as the Towne May-pole is, and pay it!
Enioyne me any thing this Court thinks fit,
For I haue trespass'd, and blasphemed Loue.
I haue, indeed, despis'd his Deity,
Whom (till this miracle wrought on me) I knew not.
Now I adore Loue, and would kisse the rushes
That beare this reuerend Gentleman, his Priest,
If that would expiate—but, I feare it will not.
For, tho' he be somewhat strooke in yeares, and old
Enough to be my father, he is wise,
And onely wise men loue, the other couet.
I could begin to be in loue with him,
But will not tell him yet, because I hope
T'enioy the other houre, with more delight,
And proue him farther.

Pru.
Most Socratick Lady!
Or, if you will Ironick! gi' you ioy
O' you Platonick loue here, Mr Lovel.
But pay him his first kisse, yet, i'the Court,
Which is a debt, and due: For the houre's run.

Lad.
How swift is time, and slily steales away
From them would hug it, value it, embrace it?
I should haue thought it scarce had run ten minutes,
When the whole houre is fled. Here, take your kisse, Sir,
Which I most willing tender you, in Court.

(Bea.
And we doe imitate—)

Lad.
And I could wish,
It had bene twenty—so the Soueraignes
Poore narrow nature had decreed it so—
But that is past, irreuocable, now:
She did her kind, according to her latitude—

Pru.
Beware, you doe not coniure vp a spirit
You cannot lay.

Lad.
I dare you, doe your worst,
Shew me but such an iniustice: I would thanke you
To alter your award.

Lat.
Sure she is serious!
I shall haue another fit of iealousie!
I feele a grudging!

Host.
Cheare vp, noble ghest,
We cannot guesse what this may come to, yet;
The braine of man, or woman, is vncertaine!

Lov.
Tut, she dissembles! All is personated,
And counterfeit comes from her! If it were not,
The Spanish Monarchy, with both the Indies,
Could not buy off the treasure of this kisse,
Or halfe giue balance for my happinesse.

Host.
Why, as it is yet, it glads my light Heart
To see you rouz'd thus from a sleepy humor,
Of drouzy, accidentall melancholy;
And all those braue parts of your soule awake,
That did before seeme drown'd, and buried in you!
That you expresse your selfe, as you had back'd
The Muses Horse! or got Bellerophons armes!
What newes with Fly?

Fly.
Newes, of a newer Lady,
A finer, freshes, brauer, bonnier beauty,
A very bona-Roba, and a Bouncer!
In yeallow, glistering, golden Satten.

Lad.
Pru,
Adiourne the Court.

Pru.
Cry Trundle—

Tru.
Oyez,
Any man, or woman, that hath any personal attendance
To giue vnto the Court; Keepe the second houre,
And Loue saue the Sou'raigne.