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entertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by our assistance,-the king's command, and this most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman,-before the princess; I say, none so fit as to present the nine worthies.
Nath. Where will you find men worthy enough to present them?
Hol. Joshua, yourself; myself, or this gallant gentleman, Judas Maccabeus; this swain, because of his great limb or joint, shall pass Pompey the great; the page, Hercules.
Arm. Pardon, sir, error: he is not quantity enough for that worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.
Hol. Shall I have audience? He shall 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! so, if any of the audience hiss, you may cry: well done, Hercules! now thou crushest the snake! that is the way to make an offence gracious; though few have the grace to do it.
Arm. For the rest of the worthies?
Hol. We attend.
Arm. We will have, if this fadges not, an antick. I beseech you, follow.
Hol. Via, goodman Dull! thou hast 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 so; or I will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay.
Hol. Most dull, honest Dull, to our sport, away.
Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings thus come plentifully in:
A lady wall'd about with diamonds!
Look you, what I have from the loving king.
Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in
As would be cramm'd
in a sheet of paper, Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
Ros. That was the way to make his god-head wax:1
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died: had she been light, like you,
She might have been a grandam ere she died:
Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark.
Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; s
Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look, what you do, you do it still i̇' the dark.
Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Ros. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore
Kath. You weigh me not-O, that's you care not for me.
Ros. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well
But Rosaline, you have a favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
I would, you knew:
The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too,
Ros. Much, in the letters; nothing in the praise.
2 Formerly a term of endearment.
3 In anger.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
Ros. 'Ware pencils! How? let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter:
O, that your face were not so full of O's!
Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows!
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du
Kath. Madam, this glove.
Did he not send you twain?
Kath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover:
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compil'd, profound simplicity.
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville;
The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no less: Dost thou not wish in
The chain were longer, and the letter short?
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking
That same Birón I'll torture ere I go.
O, that I knew he were but in by the week!
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boyet. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace?
Prin. Thy news, Boyet?
That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.