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As for the other glistering copper spangs,' Troth, I have a good head of hair, a cheek
That glisten in the tire of the court,

Not as yet wann'd; a leg, faith, in the fall.
Praise God, I either hate or pity them.

I ha' not a red beard, take not tobacco much: Well, here I'll sleep till that the scene of up 2 And 'siid, for other parts of muniinessIs past at court. O calm hushed rich content, Cast. Pew waw, you ne'er accorted' them in Is there a being blessedness without thee?

pomp: How soft thou down'st the coach where thou Put your good parts in presence, graciously. dost rest,

Ha, an you bau, why, they would ha' come ofi, Nectar to life, thou sweet Ambrosian feast!

sprung Enter CASTILIO and his Page; CASTILIO with a

To your arms: and sued, and pray'd, and you'd; casting-bottle of sweet water in his hand, and opened all their sweetness to your love. sprinkling himself.

Feli. There are a number of such things as

then Cast. Am not I a most sweet youth now?

Have often urg'd me to such looso belief : Cat. Yes, when your throat's perfum'd; your But 'slid, you all do lie, you all do lie.

I have put on good clothes, and smug'd? my face, Do smell of ambergris. Oh stay, sir, stay; Struck'a fair wench with a smart speaking my ; Sprinkle some sweet water to your shoes' heels, Courted in all sorts, blunt, and passionato ; That your mistress may swear you have a sweet

Had opportunity put them to the ab! foot.

And, by this light, I find them wondrous chaste, Cast. Good, very good, very passing passing Impregnable ; perchance a kiss, or so: good.

But for the rest, O most inexorable! Feli. Fut, what treble minikino squeaks there?

Cast. Nay then, i faith, pr’ythee look here. ha? good, very good, very very good. Cast. I will warble to the delicious concave of

[Shou; him the superscription of a scaig

letler, my

Fel. To her most esteemed, lov'd, and geareas Mistress' ear: and strike her thoughts with

servant, Sig. Castilio Balthazar. The pleasing touch of my voice. [Sings. Pr’ythee from whom comes this? faith, I must see

Cast. Felice, health, fortune, mirth, and wine. From her that is devoted to thee, in most private
Feli. To thee my love divine.
Cast. I drink to thee, sweeting.

sweets of love,-Rossaline.

Nay, God's my comfort, I must see the rest;
Feli. Plague on thee for an ass!
Cast. Now thou hast seen the court; by the

I must, sans ceremony; faith, I must.

[FELICE takes away the letter by force. perfection of it, dost not envy it? Feli. I wonder it doth not envy me.

Cast. Oh, you spoil my ruff, unset my hair;

good, away. Why, man, I have been borne upon the spirit's Feli. Item, for strait canvas, thirteen pence

wings, The soul's swift Pegasus, the fantasy:

halípenny. Item, for an ell and a half of taffeta And from the height of contemplation

to cover your old canvas doublet, fourteen shil

lings and threepence. Slight, this is a tailure Have view'd the feeble joints men totter on. Lill. I envy none, but hate or pity all. For when I view, with an intentive thought,

Cast. In sooth, it is the outside of her leiter,

on which I took the copy of a tailor's bill. That creature fair, but proud: him rich, but

Dil. But 'tis not crossed, I am sure of that. sot:5

Lord have mercy on him, his credit hatb given Th'other witty, but unmeasured arrogant:

up the last gasp. Faith, I'll leave him; for le Him great, yet boundless in ambition :

looks as melancholy as a wench the first night Him high-born, but of base life: t'other fcard ;6

sheYet feared fears, and fears most, to be most Feli. Honest musk-cod,3 't will not be so stitcber loved :

together. Take that, and that, and belie po lady's Him wise, but made a fool for public use: Th'other learned, but self-opinionate :

love. Swear no more by Jesu, this ma lam, that When I discourse all these, and see myself

lady. Hence, go, forswear the presence, travel Nor fair, nor rich, nor witty, great, nor feard,

three years to bury this bastinado: aroid, puiYet amply suited with all full content, Lord, how I clap my hands, and smooth my I am a true gentleman, if she bnd not willed me

Cast. And tell not my lady mother. Well, as brow,

on her blessing not to spoil my face, if I could Rubbing my quiet bosom, tossing up

not find in ny heart to fight, would I might A grateful spirit to Omnipotence! Cast. Ha, ha; but if thou knew'st my happi- ne'er eat a potato pie more.

[Enter BALURDO, backward; DILDO folloving ness, Thou wouldst even grate away thy soul to dust

him with a looking-glass in one hand, and a

candle in the other hand. FLAVIA follmoing In envy of my sweet beatitude:

him backward, with a looking glass in one I cannot sleep for kisses ; I cannot rest

hand, and a candle in the other; Ros-WLIXE For ladies' letters, that importune me With such unused vehemence of love,

following her. BALURDO and ROSSALIN E Steerd

sttling of faces: and so the scene begins. Straight to solicit them, that

Feli. More fool, moro rare fools! Ob for tinse Feli. Confusion seize me, but I think thou, and place, long enough, and large enough, to liest.

act these fools! Here might be made Why should I not bo sought-to then as well?

scene of folly, if the plat could bear it. Fut, methinks I am as like a man.

Bal. By the sugar-candy sky, hold up the

glass higher, that I may see to swear in fashion Ispangs-spangles.

scene of up--ie. of getting up out of bed. 3 casting-bottle. - See note 3, p. 343, col. 2.

1 accorted—courted, or, perhaps, should be accosted 4 minik in-small, delicate; seems to have meant also ? smug'd-made smug or trim. treble in music.--NARES.

3 musk-cod-a cod or bag for holding musk. sot-sottish. feard-afraid.

plat-plot, plan (3).

paste, avoida

rare

By my

now

Oh, one loof? more would ha' made them shine; something: I know not who who who, what I they would have shone like my mistress' brow. do do do, nor who who who, where I am. Even so the duke frowns for all this cursond ? O trista traditriche, rea, ribalda fortuna, world; oh, that gerne 3 kills, it kills.

Negando mi vindetta mi causa fera morte. golden-what's the richest thing about me? Feli. Ha ha ha! I could break my spleen at Dil. Your teeth.

his impatience. Bal. By my golden teeth, hold up; that I may Ant. Alma et gratiosa fortuna siate favorevole, put in: hold up, I say, that I may see to put on Et fortunati siano vuoti del mia dulce Mellida, my gloves.

Mellida. Dil. Oh, delicious, sweet - cheek'd master, if Mel. Alas, Antonio, I have lost thy note! you discharge but one glance from the level of A number mount my stairs; I'll straight return. ihat set face, oh, you will strike a wench; you'll Fel. Antonio, make any wench love you.

Be not affright, sweet prince; appease thy fear, Bal. By Jesu, I think I am as elegant a Buckle thy spirits up, put all thy wits courtier, as How lik'st thou my suit ? In wimblě action, or thou art surpris'd.

Cat. All, beyond all, no peregal:+ you are Ant. I care not. wondered at for an ass.

Fel. Art mad, or desperate ? orBal. Well, Dildo, no Christian creature shall Ant, Both, both, all, all: I pr’ythee let me lie; know hereafter, what I will do for thee hereto- Spite of you all, I can, and I will die. fore.

[Ilere apparently PIERO, FOROROSCO, CASTILIO, Ros. Here wants a little white, Flavia.

and others rush out. Dil. Aye, but master, you have one little fault; Fel. You are distraught; Oh, this is madness' you sleep open-mouth'd.

breath! Bal. Pewe, thou jestest. In good sadness, I'll Ant. Each man take hence life, but no man have a looking-glass nail'd to the teste of the death: bed, that may see when I sleep, whether 'tis He's a good fellow, and keeps open house : So, or not.

Take heed you lie not: go to, take A thousand thousand ways lead to his gate, heed you lie not.

To his wide-mouth'd porch: when niggard life Fla. By my troth, you look as like the princess Hath but one little, little wicket through.

We wring ourselves into this wretched world, Ros. Ay, but her lip is lip—is a little-redder, To pule, and weep, exclaim, to curse and rail, at very little redder: but by the help of Art, or To fret, and ban the fates, to strike the earth, Nature, ero I change my periwis, mine shall be As I do now. Antonio, curse thy birth, as red.

And die! Fla. Oh, ay, that face, that eye, that smile, that Feli. Nay, Heaven's my comfort, now you are writhing of your body, that wanton dandling of perverse; your fan, becomes prethily, so sweethly, 'tis even You know I always lov'd you; prythee live. The goodest lady that breathes, the most ami Wilt thou strike dead thy friends, draw mournable Faith the fringe of your satin petticoat is ing tears? ripp'd. Good faith, madam, they say you are the Ant. Alas, Felice, I ha' ne'er a friend; most bounteous lady to your women that ever No country, father, brother, kinsman left O most delicious beauty! Good madam, let me To weep my fate, or sigh my funeral: kith it.

I roll but up and down, and fill a seat
Enter PIERO.

In the dark cave of dusky misery.
Feli. Rare sport, rare sport! A female fool,

Feli. 'Fore Heaven, the duko comes: hold you, and a female flatterer.

take my key, Ros. Body a me, the duke: away the glass.

Slink to my chamber, look you; that is it: Pic. Take up your paper, Rossaline.

There shall you find a suit I wore at sea; Ros. Not mine, my lord.

Take it, and slip away. Nay, precious, Pie. Not yours, my lady? I'll see what 'tis. If you'll be peevish, by this light, I'll swear, Bal. And how does my sweet mistress? Oh

Thou rail'dst upon thy love before thou diedst, lady dear, even as 'tis an old say, 'Tis an old

And call'd her strumpet. horse can neither wighy, nor wag his tail :

Ant. She'll not credit thee. even so do I hold my set face still: even so, 'tis

Fel. Tut, that's all one : I'll defame thy lovo; it bad courtier that can neither discourse nor

And make thy dead trunk held in vile regard. blow his nose.

Ant. Wilt needs have it so? Why, then, Pie. (Reads] Mect me at Abraham's, the Jew's, where

Antonio, I bought my Amazon's disguise. A ship lies in the Vive esperanza, in despetto dell fato. [Exit. psort, ready bound for England. Make haste, come private.

ANTONIO.

Enter PIERO, GALEATZO, MATZAGENTE, ForoEnter CASTILIO, FOROBOSCO.

bosco, BALURDO, and Castilio, with weapons. Forobosco, Alberto, Felice, Castilio, Balurdo?

Pie. Oh, my sweet princes, was't not bravely

found ? run, keep the palace, post to the ports, go to my daughter's chamber: whither now? scud to the

Even there I found the note, even there it lay. Jow's, stay, run to the gates, stop the gundolets,

I kiss the place for joy, that there it lay. let none pass the marsh, do all at once. Antonio?

This way he went, here let us make a stand: his head, his head. Keep you the court, the

I'll keep this gate myself. O gallant youth! rest stand still, or run, or 60, or shout, or search,

I'll drink carouse unto your country's health, or scud, or call, or hans, or do do do, su-su-su

Enter AXTONIO.

Even in Antonio's skull. I loof-luff, turn.

Bal. Lord bless us: his breath is more fearful 2 cuisond-christened.

gerne-yawn.

than a sergeant's voice, when he cries, 'I arrest.' peregal-equal.

5 sadness-carnostness. triyhy, according to Halliwell, is an exclamation to horses here it seems to mean neigh. i gunuiolets-gondolas.

i rimble--nimble.

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Ant. Stop Antonio, keep, keep Antonio. Rolld up in gloomy clouds as black as air,
Pie. Where, where man, where?

Through which the rusty coach of Night is
Ant. Here, here: let me pursue him down the drawn,
marsh.

'Tis so, I'll give you instance that 'tis 8o.
Pie. Hold, there's my signet, take a gundolet: Conceit you me, as having clasp'd a rose
Bring me his head, his head, and, by mino Within my palm, the rose being ta'on away,
honour,

My hand retains a little breath of sweet:
I'll make thee the wealthiest marinerthat breathes. So may man's trunk; his spirit slipt away,

Ant. I'll sweat my blood out till I have him safe. Holds still a faint perfume of his sweet ghost.
Pie. Speak heartily i'faith, good mariner. 'Tis so; for when discursive powers i fly out,
Oh, we will mount in triumph : soon at night And roam in progress through the bounds of
I'll set his head up. Let's think where.

heaven,
Bal. Upon his shoulders, that's the fittest place The soul itself gallops along with them,
for it. If it be not as fit as if it were made for As chieftain of this winged troop of thouglat,
them, say, Balurdo, thou art a sot, an ass. Whilst the dull lodge of spirit standeth wasta,
Enter Mellida in Page's attire, dancing.

Until the soul return from= What was't I said?

Oh, this is naught, but speckling melancholy.
Pie. Sprightly, i'faith. In troth he's somewhat have been
like

That Morpheus tender-skinn'd-Oousio-german
My daughter Mellida : but alas, poor soul, Bear with me good-
Her honour's heels, God knows, are half so light. Mellida : clod upon clod thus fall.?

Mel. Escap'd I am, spite of my father's spite. Hell is beneath; yet heaven is over all.
Pie. Ho, this will warm my bosom ere I sleep.

Enter ANDRUGIO and LUCIO.
Enter FLAVIA, running.
Fla. O my lord, your daughter.

And. Come, Lucio, let's go eat: what best
Pie. Ay, ay, my daughter's safe enough, I

thou got?
warrant thee.

Roots, roots ? alas, they are seeded, new cut op
This vengeance on the boy will lengthen out Oh, thou hast wrong'd Nature, Lucio:
My days unmeasuredly.

But boots pot much; thou but pursu'st the world,
It shall be chronicled, time to come,

That cuts off virtue 'fore it comes to growth,
Piero Sforza slew Andrugio's son.

Lest it should seed, and so o'errun her son,
Fla. Ay, but my lord, your daughter.

Dull purblind error, Give me water, boy.
Pie. Ay, ay, my good wench, she is safe

There is no poison in't, I hope, they say
enough.

That lurks in massy plate: and yet the earth
Fla. Oh, then, my lord, you know she's run

Is so infected with a general plague,
away.

That he's most wise, that thinks there's no man
Pie. Run away, away, how run away?

fool:
Fla. She's vanish'd in an instant, none knows Right prudent, that estrems no creature just:
whither.

Great policy tho least things to mistrust.
Pie. Pursue, pursue, fly, run, post, scud away! Give me assay-3 How we mock greatness

now!
[FELICE sings, And was not good king Salomon.

Lu. A strong conceit is rich, so most men deer.
Fly, call, run, row, ride, cry, shout, hurry, haste:

If not to be, 'tis comfort yet to seem.
Haste, hurry, shout, cry, ride, row, run, call, ily

And. Why, man, I never was a prince till nov.
Backward and forward, every way about. 'Tis not the bared pate, the bended knees,
Maldetta fortuna chy condura sorta

Gilt tipstaves, Tyrian purple, chairs of stato,
Che faro, che diro, pur fugir tanto mal!

Troops of pied butterflies, that flutter still
[Exeunt all but Castilio and FELICE.
Cast. 'Twas you that struck me even now:

In greatness' summer, that confirm a prince:

'Tis not the unsavoury breath of multitudes,
was it not?
Feli. It was I that struck you even now.

Shouting and clapping, with confused din,

That makes a prince. No, Lucio, he's a king, Cast. You bastinadoed me, I take it.

A true right king, that dares do aught Sava Feli. I bastinadoed you, and you took it.

wrong, Cast. Faith, sir, I have the richest tobacco in

Fears nothing mortal but to be unjust,
the court for you; I would be glad to make you Who is not blown up with the fntierius puffe
satisfaction, if I have wronged you. I would
not the sun should set upon your anger; give Despite the jostling of opinion:

Of spongy sycophants: who stands unmori
me your hand.
Feli. Content faith, so thou'lt breed no more

Who can enjoy himself, maugre the throng

That strive to press his quiet out of lim:
such lies.

Who sits upon Jove's footstool, as I do,
I hate not man, but man's lewd qualities.

Adoring, not affecting majesty:
Whoso brow is wreathed with the silver cross
Of clear content: this, Lucio, is a king.

And of this empire, every man's possesta
ACT IV.

That's worth his soul.
Enter ANTONIO, in his sea-gown, running.

Lu. My lord, the Genoese had wont insur

And. Name not the Genoese: that r T -
Ant. Stop, stop Antonio, stay, Antouio. Unkings me quite, makes me vile pussian's slain
Vain breath, vain breath, Antonio's lost;
He cannot find himself, not seize himself.
Alas, this that you see is not Antonio,

1 discursive powers-powers of discourse or thought His spirit hovers in Piero's court,

2 Either there is something wanting m these veres Hurling about his agile faculties,

or the author wishes to represent Antoalo es utruly

bewildered. To apprehend the sight of Mellida :

3 Give me assay-to gire the say or assay at cuart a But poor, poor soul, wanting apt instruments

for the royal tasier to declare the goodness of besis To speak or see, stands dumb and blind, sad spirit, 1 or dishes.

-NARES.

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Oh, you that made open the glibbery i ice Then I'll begin, and we'll such order keep,
Of vulgar favour, view Andragio.

That one shall still tell griefs, the other weep. Was never prince with more applause confirm'd,

[Exit ANDRUGIO, leaving ANTONIO With louder shouts of triumph launched out

and his Page. Into the surgy main of government:

Ant. I'll follow you. Boy, prythee stay a little. Was never prince with more despite cast out, Thou hast had a good voice, if this cold marsh, Left shipwreck'd, banish'd on more guiltless Wherein we lurk, have not corrupted it.

ground. O rotten props of the craz'd multitude,

Enter MELLIDA, standing out of sight, in her How you still double, falter, under the lightest

Page's suit. chance That strains your veins. Alas, one battle lost, I pr’ythee sing; but, sirrah (mark you me), Your whorish love, your drunken healths, your

Let each note breathe the heart of passion, hoots and shouts,

The sad extracture of extremest grief. Your smooth God save's, and all your devil's Make me a strain; speak, groaning like a bell, last,

That tolls departing souls. That tempts our quiet, to your hell of throngs. Breathe me a point that may enforce me weep, Spit on me, Lucio, for I am turned slave: To wring my hands, to break my cursed breast, Observe how passion domineers o'er me.

Rave, and exclaim, lie grovelling on the earth, Lu. No wonder, noble lord, having lost a son, Straight start up frantic, crying, Mellida ! A country, crown, and

Sing but, Antonio hath lost Mellida, And. Ay, Lucio, having lost a son, a son,

And thou shalt see me (like a man possess'd) A country, house, crown, son. O lares, misereri Howl out such passion, that even this brinish lares.2

marsh Which shall I first deplore? My son, my son, Will squeeze out tears from out his spongy My dear sweet boy, my dear Antonio.

cheeks: Ant. Antonio

The rocks even groan, andAnd. Ay, echo, ay; I mean Antonio.

Pr'ythee, pr’ythee sing, Ant. Antonio, who means Antonio?

Or I shall ne'er ha' done when I am in, And. Where art? what art? know'st thou 'Tis harder for me end, than to begin. Antonio?

[The boy runs a note, ANTONIO breaks it.1 Ant. Yes.

For look thee, boy, my grief that hath no end, And. Lives he?

I may begin to plain, but-prythee sing. Ant. No.

[Boy sings. And. Where lies he dead ?

Mel. Heaven keep you, sir! Ant. Here.

Ant. Heaven keep you from me, sir! And. Where?

Mel. I must be acquainted with you, sir. Ant. Here.

Ant. Wherefore ? Art thou infected with And. Art thou Antonio?

misery, Ant. I think I am.

Sear'd with the anguish of calamity ? And. Dost thou but think? What, dost not Art thou true sorrow, hearty grief? canst weep? know thyself?

I am not for thee if thou canst not rave, || Ant. He is a fool that thinks he knows himself.

[ANTONIO falls on the ground. And. Upon thy faith to heaven, give thy Fall flat on the ground, and thus exclaim on

Heaven; Ant. I were not worthy of Andrugio's blood, O trifling Nature, why inspiredst thou breath ? If I denied my name's Antonio.

Mel. Stay, sir, I think you named Mellida. And. I were not worthy to be call’d thy father, Ant. Know'st thou Mellida ? If I denied my name Andrugio.

Mel. Yes. And dost thou live? Oh, let me kiss thy check, Ant. Hast thou seen Mellida ? And dew thy brow with trickling drops of joy. Mel. Yes. Now Heaven's will be done: for I have lived Ant. Then bast thou seen the glory of her sex, To see my joy, my son Antonio.

The music of nature, the unequall'd lustre Give me thy hand; now Fortune do thy worst, Of unmatched excellence, the united sweet His blood, that lapp'd thy spirit in the womb, Of heaven's graces, the most adored beauty Thus (in his love) will make his arms thy tomb. That ever struck amazement in the world! Ant. Bless not the body with your twining Mel. You seem to love her, arms,

Ant. With my very soul. Which is accurs'd of Heaven. Oh, what black sin Mel. She'll not requite it: all her love is fix'd Hath been committed by our ancient house, Upon a gallant, on Antonio, Whose scaiding vengeance lights upon our heads, The Duke of Genoa's son. 'I was her page: That thus the world, and Fortune casts us out, And often as I waited, she would sigh; As loathed objects, ruin's branded slaves? Oh, dear Antonio! and to strengthen thought,

And. Do not expostulate the heavens' will : Would clip? my neck, and kiss, and kiss mu But, oh, remember to forget thyself:

thus. Forget remembrance what thou once hast been. Therefore leave loving her: faugh, faith, meCome, creep with me from out this open air.

thinks Even trees have tongues, and will betray our life. Her beauty is not half so ravishing I am a raising of our house, my boy :

As you discourse of; she bath a freckled face, Which Fortune will not envy, 'tis so mean, A low forehead, and a lumpish eye. And like the world (all dirt) there shalt thou rip Ant. O heaven, that I should hear such blasThe inwards of thy fortunes in mine ears,

pemy! Whilst I sit weeping, blind with passiou's tears:

name.

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glibbery_slippery 3.0 household gods, pity me, household gods.'

11.e. the boy begins to sing, and Antonio interrupts him.-DILKE,

2 clip-clasp.

1

Boy, rogue, thou liest! and

Gal. Why speak you not ? Spavento dell mio core dolce Mellida,

Bal. God's neakes, proud elf, give the duke Di grava morte restoro vero dolce Mellida,

reverence, stand bare with a Celesta salvatrice sovrana Mellida

Whogh! heavens bless me: Mellida, Mellida ! Del mio sperar; trofeo vero Mellida.

Pie. Where, man, where ? Mel. Diletta e soave anima mia Antonio,

Bal. Turn'd man, turn'd man: Women wir Godevole belezza cortese Antonio.

the breeches, lo here! Signior mio e virginal amore bell' Antonio

Pie. Lightand unduteous! kneel not, pcovish elf, Gusto delli mei sensi, car' Antonio.'

Speak not, entreat not, shame unto my house, Ant. O suamisce il cor in un soave baccio, Curse to my honour. Where's Antonio? Mel. Murono i sensi nel desiato dessio:

Thou traitress to my hate, what, is he shipp'd Ant. Nel Cielo puo lesser belta pia chiara ? For England now? Well, whimpering harlot, Mel. Nel mondo pol esser belta pia chiara?

hence! Ant. Dammi un baccio da quella bocca beata, Mel. Good father! Bassiammi, coglier l'aura odorata

Pie. Good mo no goods. Seest thou that Che in sua neggia in quello dolce labra.

sprightly youth? ere thou canst terin to-morrow Mel. Dammi pimpero del tuo gradit' amore morning old, thou shalt call him thy husband, Che bea me, cosempiterno honore,

lord, and love. Cosi, cosi mi converra morir.

Mel. Ay me. Good sweet, scout o'er the marsh : for my heart Pie. Blirt' on your Ay me's; guard her safely trembles

hence.
At every little breath that strikes my ear. Drag her away, I'll be your guard to-night.
When thou returnest, then I'll discourse

Young prince, mount up your spirits, and
How I deceived the court: then thou shalt tell prepare
How thou escap'st the watch: we'll point our To soleinnize your nuptial's eve with pomp.
speech

Gal. The time is scant: now nimble wits
With amorous kissing, kissing commas, and even appear:
suck

Phoebus begins gleam, the welkin's clear,
The liquid breath from out each other's lips. [Exeunt all but BALURDO, his Page, and Dildo.
Ant. Dull clod, no man but such sweet favour Bal. Now nimblo wits appear: I'll myself
clips.

appear,
I go, and yet my panting blood persuades me Balurdo's self, that in quick wit doth surpass,
stay.

Will show the substance of a completeTurn coward in her sight? away, a way!

Dil. Ass, ass.

[Exit. Bal, I'll mount my courser, and most gallantiy Lu, I think confusion of Babel is fallen upon prickthose lovers, that they change their language; Dil

. Gallantly prick is too long, and stands but, I fear me, my master having but feigned the hardly in the verse, sir, person of a woman, hath got their unfeigned Bal. I'll speak pure rhyme, and will so bravely imperfection, and is grown double-tongu'd: as prank it, that I'll loss love like a prank, prank for Mellida, she were no woman, if she could it: a rhyme for prank it? not yield strange language. But, howsoever, if Dil. Blanket. I should sit in judgment, 'tis an error easier to Bal. That'll toss love, like a dog in a blanket: be pardoned by the auditors, than excused by ha ha, indeed la! I think, ha ha; I think, ha the authors; and yet some private respect may ha, I think I shall tickle the Muses. And I rebatethe edge of the keener censure.

strike it not dead, say, Balurdo, thou art an

arrant sot. Enter Piero, CASTILIO, MATZAGEXTE, ForoBOSCO, FELICE, GALEATZO, BALURDO, and

Dil. Balurdo, thou art an arrant sot. his Page, at another door.

[Excum! Pie. This way she took: search, my sweet

Enter ANDRUGIO and ANTONIO 2oreathed together, gentlemen. How now, Balurdo, canst thou meet

Lucio. with anybody?

And. Now come, united force of chap-fallea Bal. As I am a true gentleman, I made my death : horse sweat, that he hath ne'er a dry thread on

Come, power of fretting anguish, leave distress. him: and I can meet with no living creature, Oh, thus infolded, we have breasts of proof but men and beasts. In good sadness, I would 'Gainst all the venom'd stings of misery. have sworn I bad seen Mellida even now: for

Ant. Father, now I have an antidoto I saw a thing stir under a hedge, and I pecp't 'Gainst all the poison that the world can breathe : and I spied a thing: and I peerd, and I tweer'd s My Mellida, my Mollida doth bless underneath: and truly a wise man might have This bleak waste with her presence. How now, been deceived; for it was

boy, Pic. What, in the name of Heaven?

Why dost thou weep? alas! where's Mellida? Bal. A dun cow.

Lu. Ay me, my lord. Feli. Shad ne'er a kettle on her head?!

And. Á suddon horror dotlı invade my blood,
Pie. Boy, didst thou see a young lady pass this Vy sinews tremble, and my panting brart
way?

Scuds round about my bosoni to go out,
Dreading the assailaut, horrid passion.

Oh, be no tyrapt, kill me with ono blow. 1 Mellida herc discovers herself to Antonio.

Spenk quickly, brictly, boy. 2 rebate-ulunt.

Pa. Her father foundand seiz'd her; she is gone. 3 fuocer'd-peeped.

And. Son, heat ily blood, be not froze up with 4 The Dun Cow is intimately connected with the his. grief. tory of the celebrated Guy Earl of Warwick, and I believe his kelile is one of the pretended relics still shown there. From the text I conjecture that the aun I D'irt or blurt was used as an exclamation of con cow with the kettle on her head was in the time of tempi. Marston a well-known sigu.-DILKE.

1.e. folded in each other's arms -DILXE.

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