Bal. In good sober sadnesse, sweet mistris, you should have had my thought for a penny: by this crimson satten that cost eleven shillings, thirteene pence, three pence halfepennie a yard, that you should, law! Ros. What was thy thought, good servant? Bal. Marrie forsooth, how many strike of pease would feed a hog fat against Christide. Ros. Paugh! servant, rub out my rheum, it soiles the presence. Cast. By my wealthiest thought, you grace my shoo with an unmeasured honour: I will preserve the soale of it, as a most sacred relique for this service. Ros. Ile spit in thy mouth, and thou wilt, to grace thee. Digestes, or brookes such raw unseasoned gobs, [Exeunt Rossaline and Flavia. Bal. In sad good earnest, sir, you have toucht the very bare of naked truth; my silk stocking hath a good glosse, and I thanke my planets, my legge is not altogether unpropitiously shap't. There's a word: unpropitiously? I thinke I shall speake unpropitiously as well as any courtier in Italy. Foro. So helpe me your sweete bounty, you have the most gracefull presence, applausive elecuty, amazing volubility, polisht adornation, delicious affabilitie. Feli. Whop: fut, how he tickles yon trout under the gilles! you shall see him take him by and by, with groping flattery. Foro. That ever ravisht the eare of wonder. By your sweete selfe, then whome I knowe not a more exquisite, illustrate, accomplished, pure, respected, ador'd, observed, pretious, reall, magnanimous, bountious: if you have an idle rich cast jerkin, or so, it shall not be cast away, if; hah? heres a foreheade, an eye, a heade, a haire, that would make a or if you have any spare paire of silver spurs, ile doe you as much right in all kinde offices. Feli. Of a kinde parasite. Foro. As any of my meane fortunes shall be able to. Bal. As I am a true Christian now, thou hast wonne the spurres. Feli. For flattery. O how I hate that same Egyptian louse; Enter ALBERTO. Alb. Gallants, saw you my mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline? Foro. My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, left the pre sence even now. Cast. My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, withdrewe her gratious aspect even now. Bal. My mistresse, the Ladie Rossaline, withdrewe her gratious aspect even now. Feli. Well said, eccho. Alb. My mistresse, and his mistresse, and your mistresse, and the dogs mistresse: pretious dear heaven, that Alberto lives to have such rivals. Slid, I have bin searching every private rome, Feli. Why man, cry out for lanthorne and candle-light. For tis your onely way, to find your bright flaming wench with your light burning torch: for most commonly, these light creatures live in darknesse. Alb. Away you heretike, youle be burnt for Feli. Goe, you amorous hound, follow the sent of your mistresse shooe; away. Foro. Make a faire presence, boyes, advance your lightes: The princesse makes approach. Bal. And please the gods, now in very good deede, law, you shal see me tickle the measures for the heavens. Doe my hangers showe? ¶ Enter PIERO, ANTONIO, MELLIDA, ROSSALINE, Ga LEATZO, MATZAGENTE, ALBERTO, and FLAVIA. As they enter, FELICHE and CASTILIO make a ranke for the DUKE to pass through. FOROBOSCO ushers the DUKE to his state: then whilst PIERO speaketh his first speech, MELLIDA is taken by GALEATZO and MATZAGENTE, to daunce; they supporting her: RosSALINE, in like manner, by ALBERTO and BALURDO: FLAVIA, by FELICHE and CASTILIO. Pie. Beautious Amazon, sit and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content. Sound musick there. Nay, daughter, cleare your eyes, From these dull fogs of mistie discontent : Look sprightly, girl. What? though Antonio's droun'd, That peevish dotard on thy excellence, That hated issue of Andrugio: Yet maist thou tryumph in my victories; Since, loe, the high borne bloodes of Italy Sue for thy seate of love. [Let musique sound. Beautie and youth run descant on loves ground. Mat. Ladie, erect your gratious simmetry: Shine in the spheare of sweete affection : Mel. My thoughts are as black as your bearde; my fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs; and all the powers of my minde as leaden as your wit, and as dustie as your face is swarthy. Gal. Faith, sweet, ile lay thee on the lips for that jest. Mel. I pree thee intrude not on a dead mans right. Gal. No, but the livings just possession. Thy lips, and love, are mine. Mel. You nere tooke seizin on them yet: forbeare: There's not a vacant corner of my heart, But all is fild with deade Antonios losse. Then urge no more; O leave to love at all; Tis lesse disgracefull, not to mount, then fall. Mat. Bright and refulgent ladie, daine your eare: You see this blade,—had it a courtly lip, It would divulge my valour, plead my love, Out of your loves seat; I am Matzagent. Gal. Harke thee, I pray thee taint not thy sweete eare With that sots gabble; by thy beautious cheeke, Mel. What said you, sir? alas my thought was fixt I shall but weepe. Aye me, what bootes a teare! Ant. O how impatience cramps my cracked veins, Oy me infeliche misero, o lamentevol fato? Alb. What meanes the lady fal upon the ground? Ros. Belike the falling sicknesse. [wilde: Ant. I cannot brooke this sight, my thoughts grow Here lies a wretch, on whome heaven never smilde. Ros. What, servant, nere a word, and I here man? I would shoot some speach forth, to strike the time With pleasing touch of amorous complement. Say sweete, what keepes thy minde, what think'st thou on? Alb. Nothing. Ros. Whats that nothing? Alb. A womans constancie. Ros. Good, why, would'st thou have us sluts, and never shift the vestur of our thoughts? Away for shame. Alb. O no, thart too constant to afflict my heart, Too too firme fixed in unmooved scorne. |