May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys,

And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer
An act in nature so preposterous!

I must o'ercome in this; in all things else
The victory be yours. Could you here read me,
You should perceive how all my faculties
Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours:
I am your son, your son, sir! And am prouder
To be so, to the father to such goodness,
(Which Heaven be pleased I may inherit from
you!)

Than I shall ever of those specious titles
That plead for my succession in the earldom
(Did I possess it now) left by my mother.
Ger. I do believe it: But-

Flo. Oh, my lov'd father,

Before I knew you were so, by instinct,
Nature had taught me to look on your wants,
Not as a stranger's: And, I know not how,
What
you call'd charity, I thought the payment
Of some religious debt Nature stood bound for :
And, last of all, when your magnificent bounty,
In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in

A flood of blessings, tho' my threat'ning wants,
And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid,
I soon found out it was no common pity
That led you to it.

Ger. Think of this hereafter,

When we with joy may call it to remembrance;
There will be a time, more opportune than now,
To end your story, with all circumstances.

I add this only; When we fled from Wolfort,
I sent you into England, and there plac'd you
With a brave Flanders merchant, call'd rich
Goswin,

A man supplied by me unto that purpose,
As bound by oath ne'er to discover you;
Who, dying, left his name and wealth unto you,
As his reputed son, and yet receiv'd so.
But now, as Florez, and a prince, remember,
The country's, and the subject's general good,
Must challenge the first part in your affection;
The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife,

Hub. Sir, here be two of 'em,

The father and the son; the rest you shall have
As fast as I can rouse them.

Ger. Who's this? Wolfort?

Wol. Ay, cripple; your feign'd crutches will not help you,

Nor patch'd disguise, that hath so long conceal'd you;

It's now no halting: I must here find Gerrard,
And in this merchant's habit one call'd Florez,
Who would be an earl.

Ger. And is, wert thou a subject.

Flo. Is this that traitor Wolfort?
Wol. Yes; but you

Are they that are betray'd. Hempskirke!
Gert. My Goswin

Turn'd prince? Oh, I am poorer by this greatness,
Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.
Flo. Gertrude !

Wol. Stay, sir; you were to-day too near her:
You must no more aim at those easy accesses,
'Less you can do't in air, without a head;
Which shall be suddenly try'd.

Gert. Oh, take my heart first;
And, since I cannot hope now to enjoy him,
Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.

Wol. You know not your own value that en-
Gert. So proud a fiend as Wolfort! [treat
Wol. For so lost

A thing as Florez.

Flo. And that would be so,

Rather than she should stoop again to thee!
There is no death, but's sweeter than all life,
When Wolfort is to give it. Oh, my Gertrude,
It is not that, nor princedom, that I go from;
It is from thee! that loss includeth all.

Wol. Ay, if my young prince knew his loss, he'd say so;

Which, that he yet may chew on, I will tell him.
This is no Gertrude, nor no Hempskirke's niece,
Nor Vandunke's daughter: This is Bertha, Bertha !
The heir of Brabant, she that caus'd the war,
Whom I did steal, during my treaty there,
In your minority, to raise myself:

I then foreseeing 'twould beget a quarrel;
That, a necessity of my employment; [strength;
The same employment, make me master of
That strength, the lord of Flanders; so of Brabant,
By marrying her: Which had not been to do, sir,
She come of years, but that the expectation,
First, of her father's death, retarded it;
And since, the standing-out of Bruges; where
Hempskirke had hid her, till she was near lost.
But, sir, we have recover'd her: Your merchant-

Enter HUBERT, with JACULIN, GINKS, and COSTIN.
Wol. Who are these, Hempskirke ?
Hemp. More, more, sir.

Flo. How they triumph in their treachery!
Hemp. Lord Arnold of Benthuisen, this lord
Costin,

This Jaculin the sister unto Florez.

Wol. All found? Why, here's brave game; this was sport-royal,

And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em.

Huntsman, your horn! First, wind me Florez' fall;

Next, Gerrard's; then, his daughter Jaculin's.
Those rascals, they shall die without their rights.
Hang 'em, Hempskirke, on these trees.
Th' assay of these myself.

Hub. Not here, my lord;

Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold;

I'll take

"Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.

Ger. Wretch, art thou not content thou hast But mock'st us too?

[betray'd us,

Was stol'n by you, and ta'en by you, and now
Resign'd by me to the right owner here.
Take her, my prince!

Flo. Can this be possible?

Welcome, my love, my sweet, my worthy love! Vand. I ha' giv'n you her twice; now keep her better: And thank

Lord Hubert, that came to me in Gerrard's name, And got me out, with my brave boys to march Like Cæsar, when he bred his Commentaries;

So I, to breed my chronicle, came forth

Prigg. The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o' th' briars.

Hig. And your horses, sir,

Are well set up in Bruges all by this time.
You look as you were not well, sir, and would be
Shortly let blood: Do you want a scarf?
Van. A halter !

Ger. 'Twas like yourself, honest, and noble
Hubert!-

Canst thou behold these mirrors altogether,
Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation,
Thy tyrannous proscription, and fresh treason;
And not so see thyself, as to fall down,
And sinking force a grave, with thine own guilt,
As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?

Wol. No, I can stand, and praise the toils that took me ;

And laughing in them die: They were brave

Hig. Not I, if they should offer it: I'll dislodge

first,

Remove the Bush to another climate.

Ger. Sir, you must thank this worthy burgo

master.

Here be friends asked to be looked on too,
And thank'd; who, tho' their trade and course of
Be not so perfect but it may be better'd, [life
Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true
Subjects unto me, while I was their king;
A place I know not well how to resign,
Nor unto whom. But this I will entreat
Your grace; command them follow me to Bruges;
Where I will take the care on me to find
Some manly, and more profitable course,
To fit them as a part of the republic

'WOULD Some man would instruct me what to say;
For this same prologue, usual to a play,
Is tied to such an old form of petition,
Men must say nothing now beyond commission;
The cloaks we wear, the legs we make, the place
We stand in must be one; and one the face.
Nor alter'd, nor exceeded; if it be,
A general hiss hangs on our levity.
We have a play, a new play, to play now,
And thus low in our play's behalf we bow:
We bow to beg your suffrage and kind ear.
If it were naught, or that it might appear

A thing buoy'd up by prayer, gentlemen,
Believe my faith, you should not see me then.
Let them speak then, have power to stop &

storm;

I never loved to feel a house so warm.
But for the play, if you dare credit me,
I think it well; all new things you shall see,
And those disposed to all the mirth that may ;
And short enough we hope; and such a play
You were wont to like. Sit nobly, then, and

see;

If it miscarry, pray look not for me!

SCENE I.-The CAPITAL.-The AudienceChamber in the Palace.

Enter Two Ushers and Grooms with perfumes.

1 Usher. Round, round, pertume it round! quick! Look ye diligently

The state be right! Are these the richest cushions? Fy, fy who waits i' the wardrobe?

2 Usher. But, pray tell me,

Do you think for certain these ambassadors
Shall have this morning audience?

1 Usher. They shall have it!

Lord, that you five at court, and understand not!

I tell you they must have it.

2 Usher. Upon what necessity?

1 Usher. Still you are off the trick of court Sell your place,

And sow your grounds; you are not for this tillage, (Make all things perfect :) would you have these ladies,

Enter Ladies and Gentlemen. They that come here to see the show, these beauties, That have been labouring to set off their sweetness, And wash'd and curl'd, perfum'd, and taken glisFor fear a flaw of wind might overtake 'em, [ters, Lose these, and all their expectations? Madams, the best way is the upper lodgings; There you may see at ease.

Ladies. We thank you, sir.

[Exeunt Ladies and Gentlemen

The glory of this place makes me remember-
But die those thoughts, die all but my desires!
Even those to death are sick too. He's not here,
Nor how my eyes may guide me--

2 Usher. What's your business?—

Who keeps the outward door there? Here's fine You waistcoateer! you must go back. [shuffling! Celia. There is not

There cannot be,-(six days, and never see me !)— There must not be desire.-Sir, do you think, That if you had a mistress

1 Usher. 'Death, she's mad!

Celia. And were yourself an honest man- -It cannot

1 Usher. What a devil hast thou to do with me or my honesty?

Cel. I crave your mercy: I meant no such thing But if you were a gentleman.

2 Usher. Alas, (poor woman!)

Pray do not thrust her so.

Cel. Nay, even continue,

[to you;

And do not let your office fall, sir, I beseech you,
For want of indiscretion and ill manners:

You would have made a notable sturdy beadle.
1 Usher. She must go out.
Cel. I am out already, sir,

Out of my wits, you say: pray heaven it prove not,
If this fell fit afflict me.

1 Usher. Will you be jogging, good Nimbletongue?-My fellow door-keeper!

2 Usher. Prythee, let her alone.

Celia. An ass, sir! You bray as like one,
And, by my troth, methinks, as you stand now,
Considering who to kick next, you appear to me
Just with that kind of gravity and wisdom.
Your place may bear the name of gentleman.
But if ever any of that butter stick to your bread-
2 Usher. You must be modester.
Celia. Let him use me nobler,

And wear good clothes to do good offices;
They hang upon a fellow of his virtue,
As though they hung on gibbets.

2 Usher. A perilous wench!

1 Usher. Thrust her into a corner; I'll no more on her.

2 Usher. You have enough.-Go, pretty maid,

stand close,

And use that little tongue with a little more temper. Celia. I thank you, sir.

2 Usher. When the shows are past,

I'll have you into the cellar; there we'll dine,—
(A very pretty wench, a witty rogue!)—
And there we'll be as merry!-Can you be merry?
Celia. Oh, very merry.

2 Usher. Only ourselves,

This churlish fellow shall not know.
Celia. By no means.

2 Usher. And can you love a little?
Celia. Love exceedingly :

I have cause to love you, dear sir.
2 Usher. Then I'll carry you,

And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings,
The lodgings, gardens, and the walks and then,
You shall tell me where you lie.
[sweet,

Celia. Yes, marry, will I.

2 Usher. And't shall go hard but I'll send you a venison pasty,

And bring a bottle of wine along.

1 Usher. Make room there!

2 Usher. Room there afore !-Stand close; the train is coming.

Enter ANTIGONUS, TIMON, CHARINTHUS, and MENIPPUS. Celia. Have I yet left a beauty to catch fools?— Yet, yet I see him not. O what a misery Is love, expected long, deluded longer! Ant. Conduct in the ambassadors.

1 Usher. Make room there !

Ant. They shall not long wait answer. [Flourish. Celia. Yet he comes not!

Enter Three Ambassadors.

Why are eyes set on these, and multitudes
Follow, to make these, wonders? Oh, good gods!
What would these look like, if my love were here?
But I am fond, forgetful!

Ant. Now your grievance ;
Speak short, and have as short dispatch.
1 Amb. Then thus, sir:

In all our royal masters' names, we tell you.

You have done injustice, broke the bounds of

concord;