DIE. Follow what your good pleasure will, BISH. Yet, Captain, give me leave to speak, And not desire of rule or benefit. STUK. Well said, Bishop, spoken like yourself, .: The reverend, lordly Bishop of St. Asses. HER. The bishop talks according to his coat, Το any form may fit the fashion best. BISH. Captain, you do me wrong to descant thus Upon my coat or double conscience, And cannot answer it in another place. DIE. "Tis but in jest, lord bishop, put it up: And all as friends deign to be entertain'd, come, Will you show fruits of quarrel and of wrath ? Letting it out again as we may live.* Huff it, brave mind, and never cease t'aspire, Before thou reign sole king of thy desire. [Exeunt. Enter the MOOR, with CALIPOLIS his wife, MULY MAHAMET his son, and two others. MOOR. Where art thou, boy, where is Calipolis? O fortune constant in unconstancy ! as we may live] i. e. as we may be live or lief,—i. e. willing, inclined. † King of a mole-hill, &c.] So he told Elizabeth :-See prefatory matter to this play, p. 82. Blast all the trees, and in their cursed tops Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary. CALIP. Alas, my lord! what boot these huge exclaims To advantage us in this distrest estate? O, pity our perplext estate, my lord, I faint, my lord, and naught may cursing plaints MOOR. Faint all the world, consume and be accurst, Since my state faints and is accurst. CALIP. Yet patience, lord, to conquer sorrows so. MOOR. What patience is for him that lacks his \ crown? There is no patience where the loss is such : The shame of my disgrace hath put on wings, And swiftly flies about this earthly ball. Car'st thou to live then, fond ‡ Calipolis, *fore-tellers] Ben Jonson, who in the fourth act of his Poetaster, quotes in ridicule some lines from this speech, "fore-runners."See Gifford's edition, vol. ii. p. 463. boot] Old copy "boots." fond] i. e. foolish. When he that should give essence to thy soul, And make the sword and target here my hound And feed with hope of happiness and ease; My kingly father can be fortunate, We shall be Jove's commanders once again, ZAREO. His majesty hath sent Sebastian, My gracious lord, warn'd wisely to advise, And take her fore-top by the slenderest hair, and To rid us of this miserable life. SON. Good madam, cheer yourself, my father's Make shew, of friendship, promise, vow, and swear, He makes himself possessor of such fruits, As grow upon such great advantages. CALIP. But more dishonour hangs on such misdeeds, Than all the profit their return can bear; * Such secret judgments have the heavens impos'd As public merits in such lewd attempts Enter MULY MAHAMET [the Moor] with lion's flesh upon his sword. MOOR. Hold thee, Calipolis, feed and faint no more; This flesh I forced from a lioness, Meat of a princess, for a princess meet; 1 Penury plenty in extremest dearth, Rang'd through† the woods, and rent the breeding fif yaults, * have] Old copy here "hath," as well as in the next line |