GALATEA

A dog it is. Your grace. Not to me sir. You'll be forsworn sir, 'tis and old glove, if you will talk at distance I am for you, but good Prince be not baudy, nor do not brag, those two I only bar, and then I think I shall have sense e nough to answer all the weighty Apothegms your royal blood shall manage. Dear Prince, how deer? I never cost you a Couch yet, nor put you to the deer repentance of a play and a banquet, here's no Scarlet sir, to make you blush, this is my own hair, and this face has been so far from being deer to any, that it never cost a penny painting, and for the rest ofmy poor wardrobe such as you see, it leaves no hand behind it, to make the jealous silke-mans wife curse our doing. Lord I do so, would you or I could help it. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I mean to purge a little time on you. Full being, I understand you not, unless your grace Means growing to fatness: and then your only remedy Upon my knowledge Prince, is in a morning, A cup of neat white wine, brewed with Cardus, Then fast till supper, about five you may eat, use exercise, And keep a sparrow hawk, you can shoot in a Tiller, But of all, your grace must fly Flebotamie, Fresh pork and Conger, and clarified whay: They are dullers of the vital anymales. 'Tis very true sir, I talk ofyou. Shes coming sir behind, Will you take white money yet for all this. O thou pernicious petticoat Prince, are these your virtues, well, if I do not jay a train to blow your sport up, I am no woman, and Lady Dowsabell, i'll fit you for it. As good as any one can tell your grace, that says, she has done that you would have wished. I have strained a point of modesty for you. In listening after bawdry: I see, let a Lady live never so more destly, they shall be sure to find a lawful time, to harken after baw dry, your Prince brave Pharamont was so hight ont. Why with the Lady I suspected, I can tell the time and place. To night, his lodging. Tislate. I fear their so heavy yowl scarce find the way to your own lodging with um to night. I shall chosen my Lord a pleasing wake before it. Yes madame. Yes, all good night. She did command me. 'Twould ill become my Fortune's, and my birth, To disobey the daughter ofmy king. I had rather be the search my self. Nor shall not, Madame. Our hearts were knit before. What would you there my Lord, gold? now as I live 'tis fair gold, you'd have silver fort, to play with the Pages, you could not have ta ken me in a worse time sir, but ifyou have present use my Lord, I'll send my man with silver, and keep your gold safe for you.