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Full speech
Then sleep is the best exercise. Indeed she spun a fair thread, if it were to make a string to the bow wherein she drew herwoers. Qui latus arguerit corneus arcus erat: it was made of horn madam, and therein she showed her meaning. Yes, of all her woers. Well, let me stand by and feed mine own thoughts with sweetness, whilst they fill your eyes and ears, with songs and dancings. To see you (Madame) so tame as to be brought to hear a tale of love, that before were so wild you would not come to the name; and that Amerula could devise how to spend the time with a tale, only that she might not talk of love, and now to make love only her tale. Nay let me hear any woman tell a tale of x. lines long without it tend to love, & I will be bound never to come at the Court. And you Caelia that would fain trip on your petitoes; can you persuade me totake delight to dance, & not love? or you that cannot rule your feet, can guide your affections, having the one as unstaid as the other unsteady: dancing is love sauce, therefore I dare be so saucy, as if you love to dance, to say you dance for love. But Camilla she will sing, whose voice if it should utter her thoughts, would make the tune of a heart out of tune. She that hath crochets in her head, hath also love conceits. I dare swear she harpeth not only on plain song: & before you (Sophronia) none of them all use plain dealing; but because they see you so curious they frame themselves counterfeit. For my self, as I know honest love to be a thing inseparable from our sex, so do I think it most allowable in the Court; unless we would have all our thoughts made of Church-work, and so carry a holy face, and a hol low heart. Amerula, if you were not bitter, your name had been ill bestowed: but I think it as lawful in the Court to be counted loving and chased, as you in the Temple to seem religious, and be spiteful. The liker thy feet Camilla, which were taught not to stand still. Would, would, he.
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.