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Sce. 3.
To them Atossa, Mandane, Ariene.Atos.
Y'have seene
This Three-dayes King my Lords? I cannot sport
At th'Miseries of men: methinkes I feele
A touch of pity, as often as I view him.
How doe you thinke hee'le beare his State?
Mas.
As Schoole-boyes
In time of Misrule, looke big awhile, and then
Returne dejected to the Rod.
Mand.
I wonder
No woman's chosen Queene for company.
These Male wits are but grosse and sluggish; fayth
You'd see a delicate Comedy, if that
A she wit might but Impe his Reigne.
Prax.
O Madam!
Your Sexe is too imperious to Rule;
You are too busy, and too stirring, to
Be put in Action; your Curiosity
Would doe as much harme in a Kingdome, as
A Monkey in a Glasse-shop; move and remove,
Till you had broken all.
Arie.
Thinges then it seemes
Are very brittle, that you dare not trust us.
Prax.
Your Closet and your Senate would be one;
You'd Gossip at the Councell-table, where
Would be a State affaire.
Mand.
I never knew
But this one difference yet 'twixt us and you:
Your follies are more serious, your vanities
Stronger, and thicker woven; and your Councels
About the razing of a Fort or City,
Contriv'd as ours about a messe of spoon-meat;
So that you laugh, and are laugh'd at againe.
Atos.
I hope you doe but exercise, your wits
Are not at sharpes?
Mand.
Wee'le venture how he will,
Foyles, or bare poynts we care not.
Atos.
Cease the strife.
How's this Cratander qualify'd, my Lords?
What vertues has he?
Mas.
No great store of vertues;
Hee's a tough fellow, one that seemes to stand
Much on a resolute carelesnesse, and hath
A spice of that unnecessary thing
Which the mysterious call Philosophy.
Here comes a couple can informe you better:
They have observ'd the thing.
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