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Were I a king I would wish to possess my mi stress, for what sweetness can there be found in life, but love? whose wounds the more mortal they are to the heart, the more immortal they make the possessors': and who knoweth not that the possessing of that must be most precious, the pursuing whereof is so pleasing. To have gold and not love, (which cannot be purchased by gold) is to be a slave to gold. Gold is but the guts of the earth. Well I fear the event, because of Bacchus last words, paenam pro munere poscis. Fair Caelia, thou seest of gold there is sacie tie, of love there cannot. No sweet Caelia, in love there is variety. They vary their love, yet change it not. Men change the manner of their love, not the humour: the means how to obtain, not the mistress they honour. So did Jupiter, that could not entreat Danac by golden words, possess his love by a golden shower, not altering his affection, but using art. Ah Caelia, if kings say they love, and yet dissemble, who dare say that they dissemble, and not love? They command the affections of others yield, and their own to be believed. My tears which have made furrows in my cheeks, and in mine eyes fountains: my sighs, which have made of my heart a furnace, and kindled in my head flames: my body that melts by piecemeal, and my mind that pines at and instant, may witness that my love is both unspotted, & unspeakable, Quorum si singula duram flectere non pote rant, deberent omniam meant m. But soft, here comes the Princess, with the rest of the Lords. I Mellacrites, if thy tongue had been turned to gold before thou gavest our king such council, Midas heart had been full of ease, and thy mouth of gold. To be free from love is strange, but to think scorn to be beloved, monstrous. Caelia hath sealed her face in my heart, which I am no more ashamed to confess, than thou that Mars hath made a scar in thy face Martius. But let us in to the king. Sir boys you wait well. And if I find a cudgel I'll make your shoul dears ache. I Marvel what Midas means to be so melan choly since his hunting. Martius, we will all join: and though I have been (as in Phrygia they term) a brave Courtier, that is, (as they expound it) a fine Lover; yet will I set both aside, Love and Courting, and follow Martius: for never shall it be said, Bellam gerant alii, semper E ristus amet. This is monstrous, & either portends some miss chief to the king, or unto the state confusion. Midas of Phrygia hath asses ears? It is unpossible, let us with speed to the king to know his resolutio ̄ , for to some oracle he must send. Till his majesty be acquainted with this mat ter, we dare not root out the redes; himself must both hear the found, and guess at the reason.
Plot summary
Plot — Midas
Offered anything he wishes by way of reward for entertaining Baéehus) KingiMidas seeks advice. Two of his lords suggest that he request love and empire respectively; the third proposes gold, which can buy both, so Midas asks that everything he touches should turn to gold. The gift proves to be an inconvenience, turning Midas’s food and even his beard to gold. (A BaBE steals the golden beard from the FSyalibarber, but the barber gets his own back by giving him toothache.) Regretting his folly and his imperialistic designs on other nations, Midas seeks a remedy from the oracle, and washes off the golden touch in a nearby river. On the way home, Midas goes hunting in the woods, gets lost, and encounters Ajpoll6 and Pan ‘The two gods are in dispute over which is the best musician; Midas is asked to judge, and, perversely, chooses Pan. Apollo gives him ass’s ears in reprisal, and he becomes reclusive while rumours spread; even the reeds whisper about his ears. Meanwhile his empire begins to disintegrate and he is unable to achieve his overriding objective, the conquest of Lesbos. Finally he seeks a remedy from the oracle of Apollo, and also proclaims that any further talk about his ass’s ears will cost the speaker his own. The pages inveigle Motto the barber into flouting the edict, and thereby force him to return the golden beard. Midas makes his obeisance at Apollo’s oracle, and is ordered to give up his imperial ambitions; in particular, his ears will only get longer if he continues to covet Lesbos. He agrees, and promises to make annual sacrifices at the oracle. The ass’s ears fall off, and the play ends with praise for Apollo.