DONELLA

Does your Grace hold suspicion, any of us Serve you not with our heart? alas Madam, I am new contracted to a handsome Signior. Not one man among so many Ladies? Not a Gentleman-usher? Nor a Page? How shall we do Madam? What and ago do we live in, when officers will take no bribes. Here's Rolliardo. And how i'st we Signiour? We tell no tales. No souls. Shall we suffer this? I know not what to make on him. What? Lets consult to purpose about that—shall we? A match. What if I did—nothing, my brains are dull. Follow it Morello. Hold it fast now. Wilt not tell us? Well said. Nay Morelle. He's mad. See't he does more then we can, the Gentleman's mistaken, heeres no such sign, yet he went in there. He's entered there to. Would 'twere true, we should desire no other device to get into the Ladies. Stay, we are not acquainted, lets knock first. Pray Sir, what signs is this? Heres nothing but a cloud. Pretty faith, It may be the man i'the Moon for ought weeknow. May we change a little discourse with him. Signior Altomaro I take it. We saw 4. or 5. enter but now. Which way. Then they went invisible. Sir if you can assure us this invisible walking, for we are not so ignorant as we seem, we would seen the Play of the Invisible Knight, and— Yes. All this and more may be done, if we can but go invisible, but how can you assure us of that. I would feign see any man go invisible once. That were a strange sighed? Do not you conjure then? Why look you Sir, if you will be pleased that we may see you first walk invisible, we shall not only credit your Art, but at any rate be ambitious to be your Disciples. He says true. This is very fair. Expect'em within this hour. It's Rolliardo, he looks Melancholy, lets have a fling at him, give you joy of the great Lady Sir, which is the next way to the Moon pray? Would, would, would, the fellows mad. Heel jeer the Duke too I told your Hignesse—How you should find him. With a trick that he has. We were heretics in that point, but our un derstandings are convinced, he did demonstrate. As sure as we have given him a 100. Crowns in hand. He's travailing to the Emperor first, only as he goes for our sake, he will show us a fig gary of his Art. Here's Rolliardo, he's somewhat costive a tother side wants Faith. The same humorist still. I wonder, Signior Altomaro forgets us. Now, now, ye shall hear, this is his servant I know he is not far off, where is thy Master? He does not mean to serve us so, thou dost but jest, where is he invisible. Signior Morello, would, would, would. How came he in a Petticoat. O liberty, liberty; are all the Roman spirits ex tinct? Never a Brutus in Nature, to deliver poor Ladies from this Captivity. Yes you may try, they say Music built the walls of Thebes, it were a greater miracle if you could charm these to fallen, I shall never endure to live and Anchorite thus, and it were not for the happiness that I do sometime dream of a man, I should leap the Battlement. Now would I give all my jewels for the sighed of a pair of Bree ches, though there were nothing in em. This but feeds our dulness, shall we dance Madam and stir our selves. None a your dull measures, there's no sport but in your Country Figaries, a nimble dance will heat, and and make us merry. Some news from the Duke. A Letter Madam and these jewels. I have and excellent hint Ladies of a mirth, Cannot but please the Princess. It will require every ones endeavour, What if we play some pretty Comic Story, We? Do not distrust your own performance, I would known men would been insufficient, but women can play their parts. We will not present it to the Princess But engage her person in the Actium, We shall be too few else, some pretty Interlude To square with our number—d'yee allow it. Come 'ile acquaint you with a plot, then instant lie: refer your selves to me for your parts, we can re ceiue no disparagement, our spectators cannot jeer us, for weel speak but to the people in the hangings, and they have as much Judgement, as some men that are but Clothes, at most, but walking pictures. Let me alone, I'll fit you all I warrant you. Now our invisible Merchant is caged, we may redeem our opinion and pass again in the rank of dis crete Courtiers. He shall gull no more with his art I warrant him. Let they pick out his Eyes, what care we. But I hope thou hast more wit then to show thy self a Christian to such a Rascal as he is. Which is impossible. Prithee let me see his Letter, in what submissive language the Rogue does beseech us,—Most h oique Signiors,—good—I throw my self at the feet of your mercy, for to your Justice, I beg I may not be made a Sacrifice—nay, wee'll make him begere we h'adone. I confess I have done you wrong—does he so? it shall not serve the turn—there is no hope I shall e ver satisfy you,—all the better, lie and rot—if I be known a Prisoner to my Creditors, I am irrecoverably lost, o compassionate, a miserable man, who otherwise must soon forfeit his day light, and die in a dungeon. Would, would, would. 'Tis he. He jeers us. Here's Rolliardo too. Let's be gone. No, I thank you Sir, we have some business at this present. We are glad we had they for you, deer Signior talk no more on they, What we beseech you. Was carried to the Duke in a Petticoat, in which he attempted a passage to the sequestered Ladies—what's the issue. How, how? What will you say to him, will show you a wise man? Rarely well, do you ever mean to resign it. Ye Like this Story best then? Be it so, we are all perfect in the plot I think. You will not be ambitious then, and quarrel About the parts, Like your spruce Actor, that will not play out of the best Clothes, and the fine young Prince, who if he fight, it's six to four he kills all and gets the Lady. Then Madam without Ceremony, you shall ply Danae, that is shut up in the Brazen Tower. I needs not to instruct you in the Character: you shall be the King Acrisius her father, a jealous, harsh, crabbed man, who in fear of the Oracle, commands her to be thus enclosed. No matter for Properties— We'll imagi e Madam you have a eared. You must be Ladies whom the King leaves to keep her Company, entertain what humour you please. Ye will play it the more naturally, and let me a lone to play the Thunderer, I'll wanton love it:—now wh to your inventions and about it, imagine our Scene ex pressed, and the New Prison the Title advanced in form. Oh it's and excellent Name, where Spectators throng ogether; as ours do me thinks in the Arras already: the Music would their partly, dispose your selves for your en rances, while I speak the Prologue to our mixed audience of Silk and Cruel Gentlemen in the hangings—hem. You're welcome to new Prison, we have still, Our ancient Keeper, and we fear he will Speak in his old Key too, but do not look for Choice diet, for alas, we play the Cook for All you are Like to feed on, let your Palate Expect at most then, but a Root or Sallat. Picked from the Prison Garden, we know you are Judicious Hangings, and well seen, nor dare, We lift you up (too bold) le to we incense Your green and spreading wits with impudence. As I began, let me conclude in Rhyme. Hang Still you learned Critics of the Time. Now Danae and the Ladies. This is excellent, she has played the partly before. Cream is as good a Rhyme as your mouth can with h, , would, would. My Lady has helped her pretty well out of her dream. Winter and Summer, would, would, would. The King speaks through a Trun e. Most high and mighty Nonsense, sure the King has swallowed Pills, and his stomach not able to digest they, does vomit they up again. Sure my Lady does not understand him. Would, would, it's time to make and end, He was almost choked with his own phrase. We'll have a young one for thee, 21. and a Coat, is a double game:—my turn comes next. Beshrew the Belman, and you had not waked as you did Madam, I should have forgotten my self and played Ju piter indeed with you, my imaginations were strong upon me; and you lay so sweetly—how now? 'Twere pity Madam to destroy so much Art. WE are sorry, we gave thee distaste, come let's be friends, you did apprehend too nicely. Made? What? I know not what to think. He's studying some speech I'll lay my life— Yes my Lord. Whither? I hope we shall be allowed our little Dogs and Monkeys. What is it pray? How the Devil came he at liberty. Let the Music of the Spheres, Captivate these Mortal Ears; While Jove descends into this Tower, In a golden streaming shower. To disguise him from the Eye Of Juno, who is apt to pry Into my pleasures, I to day Have bid Ganymede go play, And thus stole from Heaven to be Welcome on Earth to Danae. And see where the Princely Maid, On her easy Couch is laid. Fairer then the Queen of Loves, Drawn about with milky Doves. To thee let Paphian Altars smoke, Priests thy better Name invoke. When Hymen lights his holy fires Thou that canst infuse desires In the Gods, from thy Lip Let Jove heavenly Nectar sip. And translate by kissing thee Into thy breast his Deity: But I rob my self of Treasure, This is but the Gate of Pleasure. To dwell here, it were a sin, When Elizium is within. Leave off then this flattering Kisses, Bell within. To rifle other greater Blisses.