Mat. The valiant speake truth in briefe: no

Bal. Trulie, for Sir Jeffrey Balurdo, he disclaimes to have

had anie thing in her.

Pie. Then here I give her to Antonio.

Royall, valiant, most respected prince,

Let's clippe our hands; Ile thus observe my vowe :
I promised twenty thousand double pistolets,

With the indeering to my dearest love,

To him that brought thy head; thine be the golde,
To solemnize our houses unitie;

My love be thine, the all I have be thine.

Fill us fresh wine, the forme weele take by this;
Weele drinke a health, while they two sip a kisse.
Now there remaines no discord that can sound
Harsh accents to the eare of our accord:

So please your neece to match.

Ros. Troth, uncle, when my sweet fac't cuz hath tolde me how she likes the thing called wedlock, may be Ile take a survey of the checkroll of my servants; and he that hath the best parts of, Ile pricke him downe for my husband.

Bal. For passion of love now, remember me to my mistresse, lady Rossaline, when she is pricking down the good parts of her servants. As I am true knight, I grow stiffe; I shall carry it.

Pie. I will.

Sound Lidian wires, once make a pleasing note,
On Nectar streames of your sweete ayres, to flote.
Ant. Here ends the comick crosses of true love;
Oh! may the passage most succesfull prove!
FINIS

EPILOGUS.

ENTLEMEN, though I remaine an armed Epilogue,

I stand not as a peremptory chalenger of desert, either for him that composed the Comedy, or for us that acted it; but a most submissive supplyant for both. What imperfection you have seene in us, leave with us, and weele amend it; what hath pleased you, take with you, and cherish it. You shall not be more ready to embrace anything commendable, then we will endeavour to amend all things reproveable. What we are, is by your favour. What we shall be, rests all in your applausive incouragements.

ANTONIOS REVENGE.

The Second Part of the Historie of

ANTONIO AND MELLIDA.

ANTONIOS REVENGE.

T

THE PROLOGUE.

HE rawish danke of clumzie winter ramps
The fluent summers vaine; and drizling sleete
Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numd earth,

Whilst snarling gusts nibble the juyceles leaves, From the nak't shuddring branch; and pils the skinne From off the soft and delicate aspectes.

O now, me thinks, a sullen tragick sceane
Would suite the time, with pleasing congruence.
May we be happie in our weake devoyer,
And all parte pleas'd in most wisht content;
But sweate of Hercules can nere beget
So blest an issue. Therefore, we proclaime,
If any spirit breathes within this round,
Uncapable of waightie passion

(As from his birth, being hugged in the armes,
And nuzzled twixt the breastes of happinesse),
Who winkes, and shuts his apprehension up
From common sense of what men were, and are,
Who would not knowe what men must be-let such
Hurrie amaine from our black visag'd showes :