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the word is well culld, choice, sweet, and apt, I do assure you, Sir, I do assure.
Arm. Sir, the King is a noble gentleman, and my familiar; I do assure you, my very good friend; for what is inward between us, let it pass I do beseech thee, remember thy curtesy
I beseech thee, apparel thy head,--and among other importunate and most serious designs, and of great import indeed too —but let that pass :—for I must tell thee, it will please his Grace (by the world) sometime to lean upon my poor shoulder, and with his royal finger thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio; but, sweet heart, let that pass. By the world, I recount no fable; some certain special honours it pleaseth his Greatness to impart to Armado, a soldier, a man of travel, that hath seen the world ; but let that pass—the very all of all is—but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy—that the King would have me present the Princess (sweet chuck) with some delightful oftentation, or fhow, or pageant, or antic, or fire-work. Now, understanding that the curate and your sweet self are good at such eruptions, and sudden breaking out of mirth, (as it were), I have acquainted you withal, to the end to crave your assistance.
Hol. Sir, You shall present before her the nine worthies. Sir, as concerning some entertainment of time, fome show in the posterior of this day, to be rendered by our assistants at 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; this gallant man, Judas Maccabeus ; this swain (because of his great limb or joint) shall 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 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 stran
gling a snake; and I will have an apology for that purpose.
Moth. An excellent device : for 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, tho' few have the grace to do it.
Arm. For the rest of the worthies,-
Arm. We will have, if this fadge not, an antic. I beseech
Dull. Nor understood none neither, Sir.
Dull. I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play
[Exeunt. SCENE III. Before the Princess's pavilion.
Enter Princess, and Ladies.
Rof. Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Prin. Nothing but this ? yes, as much love in rhime, As would be cramm'd
in a theet of paper, Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all ; That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name.
Rof. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
Cath. Ay, and a threwd unhappy gallows too.
Cath. He made her melancholy, fad and heavy,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
word ? Cath. A light condition, in a beauty dark. Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.
Cath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff :
Rof. Look, what you do; and do it still i'th' dark,
Rof. Great reason; for past cure is still past care.
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
Rof. I would you knew.
the fairest goddess on the ground.
Prin. Any thing like?
Cath. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all shrews.
Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
* Meaning to check Catharine for her painting, pencil being a painting-brush,
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville ; .
Prin. I think no less ; dost thou not wish in heart,
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are
As wit turn’d fool; folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Rof. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
* Portents have been always look'd upon not only as the tokens and signals, but the instruments also of destiny.
+ See vol. 1. p. 287. note 2.
Mufter your wits, stand in your own defence,
your heads like cowards, and fly hence.' Prin. Saint Dennis, to Saint Cupid ! what are they That charge their breath against us ? say, scout, say.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
fhall overhear; That, by and by, disguis’d they will be here. Their herald is a pretty knavish page, That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage. Action and accent did they teach him there; Thus muft thou speak, and thus thy body bear; And ever and anon they made a doubt, Presence majestical would put him out : For, quoth the King, an angel shalt thou fee; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciouily. The boy reply'd, An angel is not evil ; I'should have fear'd her, had she been a devil.With that all laugh’d, and clapp'd him on the shoulder, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. One rubb'd his elbow thus, and feer'd, and swore, A better speech was never spoke before. Another with his finger and his thumb, Cry’d, Via! we will do’t, come what will come. The third he caper'd, and cry’d, All goes well. The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell. With that they all did tumble on the ground, With such a zealous laughter, so profound, That in this spleen ridiculous appears, To check their foily, passion's solemn tears.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ? Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparell’d thus, Like Muscovites, or Ruffians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley, court, and dance ; And every one his love-feat will advance Unto his sev'ral mistress; which they'll know, By favours sev'ral, which they did bestow, Vol. II,