771King. Why sound these Trumpets in the Diuelles

772name.

773C. To shew the King comes.

774King. To shew the King comes Go hang the Trum-

775petters, they mocke me boldly, and euery other thing that

776makes me knowne, not telling what I am, but what I seem,

777a King of clouts, a scarcrow, full of cobwebs, spiders and

778earewigs, that sets Iackdawes long tongue in my bosome,

779and vpon my head, and such are all the affections of loue

780swarming in me, without commaund or reason.

781Lem. Howe nowe my liege! what quackemyred in

782Philosophie, bounde with loues whipcorde, and quite

783robbed of reason: and Ile giue you a receyte for this pre-

784sently.

785King. Peace Lemot, they say the yong lord Dowseger is

786rarely learned, and nothing lunatike as men suppose, but

787hateth companie, and worldly trash, the iudgement and

788the iust contempt of them, haue in reason arguments that

789breake affection (as the most sacred Poets write) and

790still the roughest wind: and his rare humour come we now

791to heare.

792Lem. Yea, but hearke you my liege, Ile tell you a better

793humour then that, here presently will be your faire loue

794Martia, to see his humour, and from thence faire countesse

795Florula, & she will go vnto Verones ordinarie, where none

796but you and I, and Count Moren, will be most merry.

797King. Why Count Moren I hope dares not aduenture

798into any womans companie, but his wiues.

799Lem. Yes, as I will worke, my liege, and then let me alone

800to keepe him there till his wife comes.

801King. That will be royall sport: see where all comes:

802welcome faire lords and ladies.

804Lab. My liege you are welcome to my poore house.

805Lem. I pray, my liege know this Gentleman especially,

806he is a Gentleman borne I can tell you.

807King. With all my heart: what might I call your name?

808Lab. Monsieur Labesha, siniora defoulasa.

809Ki. Defoulasa, an il sounding barrendrie of my word: bur

810to the purpose, lord Laberuele, we are come to see the hu-

811mour of your rare sonne, which by some meanes I pray let

812vs pertake.

813La. Your highnes shal too vnworthily pertake the sight

814which I with griefe and teares daily behold, seeing in him

815the end of my poore house.

816King. You know not that (my lord) your wife is yong,

817and he perhaps hereafter may be mooued to more societie.

818La. Would to God hee would, that wee might do to

819your crowne of France, more worthy and more accepta-

820ble seruice.

821King. Thanks good my lord, see where he appeeres.

824K. Say Lauel, where is your friend the yong lord Dowsecer?

825La. I looke my liege he will be here anone, but then I

826must intreat your Maiestie and all the rest, to stand vnseen,

827for he as yet will brooke no companie.

828King. We will stand close Lauele, but wherefore bring

829you this apparell, that picture, and that sword?

830Lau. To put him by the sight of them in mind of their

831braue states that vse them, or that at the least of the true vse

832they should be put vnto.

833King. Indeede the sence doth still stir vp the soule, and

834though these obiects do not worke, yet it is very probable

835in time she may, at least, we shal discerne his humor of thē.

836Lem. See where he comes contemplating, stand close.

838 Quid Dei potes videri magnum in rebus humanis quaeterni

839omnes to thy ousque notas sic omnibus magna tutor, what

840can seeme strange to him on earthly things to whom the

841whole course of eternitie, and the round compasse of the

842world is knowne? a speech diuine, but yet I maruaile much

843how it should spring from thee, Marke Cicero that sold for

844glory the sweet peece of life, & make a torment of rich na-

845tures work, wearing thy self by watchful candel light, when

846all the Smithes & Weauers were at rest, and yet was gallant

847ere the day bird sung to haue a troope of clyents at thy

848gates, armed with religious suplicatiōs, such as wold make

849sterne Minos laugh to reade: look on our lawyers billes, not

850one containes virtue or honest drifts; but he cares, he cares,

851he cares; for acorns now are in request, but the okes poore

852fruite did nourish men, men were like okes of body, tough,

853and strong men were like Gyants then, but Pigmies now,

854yet full of villanies as their skinne can hold.

855Le. How like you this humor my liege?

856King. This is no humour, this is but perfit iudgement.

857Coun. Is this a frensie?

858Mar. O were al men such, men were no men but gods:

859this earth a heauen.

860Do. See see the shamelesse world, that dares present her

861mortall enemie with these grose ensignes of her lenity, yron

862and steele, vncharitable stuffe, good spittle-founders, ene-

863mies to whole skinnes, as if there were not waies enow to

864die by natural and casuall accidents, diseases, surfeits, braue

865carowses, old aquavitae, and too base wiues, and thousands

866more hence with this art of murder. But here is goodly

867geare, the soule of man, for tis his better part, take away

868this, and take away their merites, and their spirites, scarce

869dare they come in any publike view, without this counte-

870nance giuer, and some dares not come, because they haue it

871too, for they may sing, in written books they find it, what is

872it then the fashion, or the cost, the cost doth match, but yet

873the fashion more, for let it be but meane, so in the fashion,

874& tis most gentleman like, is it so? make a hand in the mar-

875gent, and burne the booke, a large house and a codpeece

876makes a man a codpece, nay indeed but house must down:

877well for your gentle forgers of men, and for you come to

878rest me into fashion, Ile weare you thus, and sit vpon the

879matter.

880La. And he doth despise our purposes.

881Ca. Beare with him yet my Lorde, hee is not resol-

882ued.

883La. I would not haue my friend mocke worthy men,

884for the vaine pride of some that are not so.

885Dow. I do not here deride difference of states, no not

886in shew, but wish that such as want shew might not be scor-

887ned with ignorant Turkish pride, beeing pompous in ap-

888parel, and in mind: nor would I haue with imitated shapes

889menne make their natiue land, the land of apes, liuing like

890strangers when they be at home, and so perhaps beare

891strange hearts to their home, nor looke a snuffe like a pian-

892ncts taile, for nothing but their tailes and formall lockes,

893when like to creame boules all their vertues swim in their

894set faces, all their in parts then fit to serue pesants or make

895curdes for dawes: but what a stocke am I thus to neglect

896this figure of mans comfort this rare peece?

897La. Heauens grant that make him more humane, and

898sotiable.

899King. Nay hees more humane then all we are.

900La. I feare he will be too sharp to that sweete sex.

901Dow. She is very faire, I thinke that she be painted; and

902if she be sir, she might aske of mee, how many is there of

903our sexe that are not? tis a sharpe question: marry and I

904thinke they haue small skill, if they were all of painting,

905twere safer dealing with them, and indeed were their minds

906strong enough to guide their bodies, their beuteous deeds

907shoulde match with their heauenly lookes, twere necessa-

908rie they should weare them, and would they vouchsafe it,

909euen I would ioy in their societie.

910Ma. And who would not die with such a man?

911Dow. But to admire them as our gallants do, O what an

912eie she hath, O dainty hand, rare foote and legge, and leaue

913the minde respectles, this is a plague, that in both men and

914women make such pollution of our earthly beeing: well I

915will practice yet to court this peece.

916La. O happie man, now haue I hope in her.

917King. Me thinkes I could indure him daies and nights.

918Dow. Well sir, now thus must I do sir, ere it come to

919women; now sir a plague vpon it, tis so ridiculous I can no

920further: what poore asse was it that set this in my way? now

921if my father should be the man: Gods precious coles tis

922he.

923Lab. Good sonne go forward in this gentle humor, ob-

924serue this picture, it presents a maide of noble birth and ex-

925cellent of parts, whom for our house and honor sake, I wish

926thou wouldst confesse to marrie.

927Dow. To marrie father? why we shall haue children.

928La. Why that's the ende of marriage, and the ioye of

929men.

930Do. O how you are deceiued, you haue but me, & what

931a trouble am I to your ioy? but father, if you long to haue

932some fruite of me, see father I will creepe into this stuborne

933earth and mixe my flesh with it, and they shall breede

934grasse, to fat oxen, asses and such like, and when they in the

935grasse the spring conuerts into beasts nourishment, then

936comes the fruite of this my body forth; then may you well

937say, seeing my race is so profitably increased, that good fat

938oxe, and that same large eard asse are my sonne sonnes, that

939caulfe with a white face is his faire daughter, with which,

940when your fields are richly filled, then will my race content

941you, but for the ioyes of children, tush tis gone, children

942will not deserue, nor parents take it: wealth is the onely

943father & the child, and but in wealth no man hath any ioy.

944La. Some course deare sonne take for thy honor sake.

945Dow. Then father heres a most excellent course.

946La. This is some comfort yet.

947Dow. If you will strait be gone and leaue me here, Ile

948stand as quietlye as anye lambe, and trouble none of you

949La. An haplesse man.

950Le. How like you this humour yet my liege?

951King. As of a holy fury, not a frensie.

952Mor. See see my liege, he hath seene vs sure.

953King. Nay looke how he viewes Martia and makes

954him fine.

956Lem. Yea my liege, and she as I hope wel obserued, hath

957vttered many kind conceits of hers.

958King. Well Ile be gone, and when shee comes to Ve-

959rones ordinarie, Ile haue her taken to my custodie.

960Lem, Ile stay my liege, and see the euent of this.

961King. Do so Lemot.Exit the king.

962Dow. What haue I seene? howe am I burnt to dust

963with a new Sun, and made a nouell Phoenix, is she a wo-

964man that obiects this sight, able to worke the chaos of the

965world into gestion? O diuine aspect, the excellent disposer

966of the mind shines in thy beautie, and thou hast not chaun-

967ged my soule to sense, but sense vnto my soule, and I desire

968thy pure societie, but euen as angels do, to angels flie.Exit.

969Mar. Flie soule and follow him.

970Lab. I maruaile much at my sonnes sodaine straunge

971behauiour.

972Lem. Beare with him yet my Lord, tis but his humour:

973come, what shall we go to Verones ordinarie?

974Lab. Yea for Gods sake, for I am passing hungry.

975Mor. Yea, come Monsieur Lemot, will you walke?

976Count. What, will you go?

977Mor. Yea sweet bird, I haue promised so.

978Count. Go to, you shall not go and leaue me alone.

979Mor. For one meale gentle bird: Veron inuites vs to buy

980some iewels he hath brought of late from Italie: Ile buy the

981best, and bring it thee, so thou wilt let me go.

982Count. Well said flattering Fabian, but tel me then what

983ladies will be there?

984Mor. Ladies? why none.

985Lem. No ladies vse to come to ordinaries, Madam.

986Count. Go to bird, tell me now the very truth.

987Mor. None of mine honour bird, you neuer heard that

988ladies came to ordinaries.

989Count O thats because I should not go with you.

990Mar. Why tis not fit you should.

991Cou. Well heark you bird, of my word you shall not go,

993vnlesse you will sweare to me, you will neither court nor

994kisse a dame in any sort, till you come home againe.

995Mar. Why I sweare I will not.

996Count. Go to, by this kisse.

997Mar. Yea, by this kisse.

998Foies. Martia, learne by this when you are a wife.

999Lab. I like the kissing well.

1000Flo. My lord Ile leaue you, your sonne Dowsecer hath

1001made me melancholy with his humour, and Ile go locke

1002my selfe in my close walke till supper time.

1003Lab. What, and not dine to day?

1004Flo. No my good head: come Martia, you and I will

1005fast togither.

1006Mar. With all my heart Madam.Exit.

1007Lab. Well Gentlemen Ile go see my sonne.Exit.

1008Foy. Birlady Gentlemen Ile go home to dinner.

1009Labe. Home to dinner? birlord but you shall not, you

1010shall go with vs to the ordinarie, where you shall meete

1011Gentlemen of so good carriage, and passing cōplements, it

1012will do your hart good to see them, why you neuer saw the

1013best sort of Gentlemen if not at ordinaries.

1014Foy. I promise you thats rare, my lord, and Monsieur Le-

1015mot, Ile meet you there presently.

1016Lem. Weele expect your comming.Exeunt all.