tertainment of time, some show in the posterior of this day, to be render'd 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 Maccabæus; 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?- Moth. Thrice worthy gentleman! Hol. We attend. Arm. We will have, if this fadge 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. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. ANOTHER PART OF THE SAME. BEFORE THE PRINCESS'S PAVILION. Enter the Princess, Katharine, Rosaline, and Prin. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we de part, If fairings come thus plentifully in: A lady wall'd about with diamonds! Look you, what I have from the loving king. Rosa. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Prin. Nothing but this? yes, as much love in rhyme, As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Rosa. That was the way to make his god-head wax; For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. Rosa. You'll ne'er be friends with him; he kill'd your sister. Kath. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy; And so she died: had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might have been a grandam ere she died: And so may you; for a light heart lives long. Rosa. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? Kath. A light condition in a beauty dark. Rosa. We need more light to find your meaning out. Kath. You'll mar the light, by taking it in snuff; Therefore, I'll darkly end the argument. Rosa. Look, what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Kath. So do not you; for you are a light wench. Rosa. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. Kath. You weigh me not,-O, that's you care not for me. Rosa. Great reason; for, Past cure is still past care. Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd. But Rosaline, you have a favour too: Who sent it? and what is it? Rosa. I would, you knew: An if my face were but as fair as yours, The numbers true; and, were the numb'ring too, I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs. ;f། Rosa. Much, in the letters; nothing, in the praise. My red dominical, my golden letter: O, that your face were not so full of O's! your Kath. A pox of that jest! and beshrew all shrows! Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Du main? Kath. Madam, this glove. Prin. 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 Longa ville; The letter is too long by half a mile. Prin. I think no less; Dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short? part. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers so. Rosa. They are worse fools, to purchase mocking So. That same Birón I'll torture ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by the week! That he should be my fool, and I his fate. Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd, 1 As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, excess, 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. Enter Boyet. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face. Boy. O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boy. Prepare, madam, prepare!— Arm, wenches, arm! encounters mounted are Against your peace: Love doth approach disguis’d, |