DEMETRIUS

Boy, how dost Like me in this attire? No more Lord, sirrah. Your will sir. Very well. Your reason for that. Syrra forbear, I must meditate. And what do Ladies? Is it not strange a prince should be thus metamorphosed? Grace you Aggot: hast not forgotten that yet? True sir. What conclude you then? Your proof for that. So sir, what follows? I have left my country to seek out my friend. Had not my friend Lysander. Fortune deals kindly with thee, I am as far from access to my love, as when I was in Thrate. In the best I can. In heart your fellow, though in show your man. Lass madam, I choose no better moderater then your self, betwixt me and my unworthy services, suppose your self though but a Cucko compared with this sweet singing Nitingale, should be sued to by a prince Like me, I mean Like me in love, for love in princes & peasants admits continued ̄ parison: suppose Demetrius should in Like disguise court you as I do, Mopsa, sighs for you, as I do, for Mopsa, kneel to you thus, as I do, to Mopsa, lay down his life to you, as I do, to Mopsa, prefer your good before his own, as I protest I do, Mopsa's, suppose he should show you the known mark of his neck, to assure you he were Demetrius, as I do this to Mopsa, to witness I am the son of Menalchas, could your disdain stand out Like Mopsa's? I do but speak in the person of Demetrius, & under Hippo lita shadow what I intend to the rare, and never enough wondered at Mopsa, the black swan of beauty, & madg-howled of admiration. Suppose I were Sir what then? Renounce it then, for I believe you'll never besaud by't. I am of the belief you are a Knave, Sir. Because in yours? No more Boy, I am weary of your jests. Your reason for that, Sir? Goodly ones in deed: but leaving this highway of cir cumstaunce; I sent you for Manasses. Will you fallen off, Sir? Why so: the mettle I must forge my plot on, lies a war ming in the furnace of my brain; and I must fashion it Instantly, for fear it burst the heat. Give my conceit way, for here comes one must help to proportion it. From mine own hard fortune my Lord, that my ill-stard nativity should continue thus opposite. I'll acquaint your Honour: I hope no other ear over hears us, Under Diana's Oak I found and inscription upon a stone, which told me, that wealth Aristomeres sometime brought into Archa lea, had there under hid a massy sum of treasure. So, so; how violently he deuowers his bane, and steals himself into the order of Gullery: me thinks I see how be betwixt hope and fear he sweats in his practice, and Like a foolish dreamer, casts how to lay out his wealth before it comes in. So much for him: Now to my Lady Beauty his wife; and as the Devil would ha're, here she comes. How made away them? poisoned them. 'Twill be a rare scean of mirth, to hear what costly discourse the isle bestow upon the fool in thy outside. I have determined of that sir, and better to effect, my boy this time hast cast such a bait of knavery to the two Captains, Kala der and Philinax, as we may pass without suspicion. For the love of Cupid do, iniquiris passed, lets take our en trance, and pass over the stage Like mu es, to furnish out a show. Be that our care, but on your lives be heedful of your safe ties. Enough while you attend weel to the Duke, and play all gulls or none. And in the search of him have lost my self In the strange Region of a woman's eye. As much as heaven transcends the humble earth, So towers her praise, her face differs as far From others, as a glow worm from a star. She is a princess that my soul affects. Half heir unto this Dukedom. L nt in Thrace. Lysander or his ghost. Unkind, why didst thou leave my company? Will the Cods head bite? Prethe do, and I'll serve him in his right kind. Petition. I am not so wise a child as you take me for, I never knew my father. If I may give credit to my mother, they called him Menal chas, who on his deathbed made me his heir, with this charge, to seek your worships service, & gave me this gold as a remembrance to purchase your favour. Dorus ant Like your worship. Welcome slave to a slave, a fair presage, The hope of love sweetens loves vassalage. If fortune cross not what our Hope's pursue, Our fears have met their death's, our loves their endue. That the duke should dote upon thee for a woman, makes for our purpose, but that the duchess should be enamoured on thee for a man, is preposterous. I way thy continued rances by mine own, for though by the Dukes allowance I am her privileged attendant, yet such is the deuilishnes of Dametas, that I cannot joy so much access as to confer with her. Indeed, lovers should be conditioned Like tyrants, who would ving the aim of a crown in violently over all lets that intervent their course, and so must we. I have met a means my purpose already: Mopsa Dametas only daughter, is in love with me, & to her I'll feign extreme ardor of affection, and make her the shadow under which I'll court the true substance of my divine Hippolita. Why thou hast a pretty relish of wit, now that canst see the broad ey of my desert at a little hold of demonstration. Peace rogue. Why didst not take my counsel in thy choice? It cannot but be prosperous: only the strict observance of our loves, hinders the passage of our Hope's. Excellent beauty, & therefore more excellent, because situate in so fair a creature. And were I Demetrius & you Hippolita, I would deciue Dame tas, outreach Miso, forswear Mopsa, & forsake Archadea to share the Fortune's of divine Hippolita. Manasses is the man. Tmay be she did, for she sighed & ground much in her sleep. Lysander. I am furnished of that to, you remember the two Lacedemou intelligencers I warrant you Sir: be my Hope's rightly placed? You will condemn me for my too much haste. Come, pass off this groveling imitation; a Lovers thoughts must be ambitious, and Like the Eagle, scorning the base air where Kites and Crows lie flagging: mount the clear sky of Invention, & ouerpeere all hindrances: The Ladies themselves are willing. Let me alone to work it then. But here comes my Boy. Is that partly of your belief? Were you a Reader then? What's his reason for that? you know the proverb when the sky falls we shall have larks. Violletta. Come where this lusty wit-maister. This gallant luventus of fourscore, that Like my Lady of the Lake, displays against all comers. Where be these Ladies would? would your wits had such a skirmish king that the two maids have lost their heads in the conflict. then you have had some knock ng, was your knighted in this last Actium: never wet a finger by this sun. What time a day so'ert be with me, 'tis sleeping time with my Lord, I'am sure of that. Nay nothing: he is troubled with a kind of malady called Iusurectio carnis. Mass I thought as much, for I saw him go a angling. Life, a jealousy; I think you are a Witch, was so indeed. 'Tis nothing to me, I cannot do withal Madam, would I could. That's passed my cunning: the old Fox has more holes then one, to hide's head in: But not to go long about the bush with you. I know not what she is for a woman; marry I fear she's little better then a Whore for your Husband: hark in your ear; she's Manasses wife. Yes faith Madam, she is the Mare the man rid on. Nay that will do no good, but for your own good Ma dam, take heed you do not scold. Scold, Oh in no case, 'twill mar a Ladies beauty clean, and make her look as hard favoured at any ordinary woman. No this is tolerable. O take heed of that at any hand, So, so, so: now it be begins to quicken me thinks, I see already how she runs atilt at the Wenches eyes: calls the maid Baud, the woman Whore, and her husband Lecher: and when all comes to all, Like and Irish Wolf, she barks at her own shadow; but committing her and her Ass to their wildgoose chase: now to my sweet heart Mopsa, for she's all the blocks last in my eye to slumble on: and God bless my wits, for the fool haunts me. Your Father, O my deer Mopsa? Flout you? o the fair heavens, but this ti's for a man to cast away himself in violence of passion and extremity of sighs on a piece of beauty, that cares not for him, but it is the tricks on you all. Do I love you quoth you, It cuts my very heart strings, do I love you? why 'tis the only mark my Inqeuors she or at. Why I have sent him and your mother out of the way of purpose, and appointed Manasses to meet us this evening at Ado nis Chapel in the Amasons apparel, to marry us: I think this are signs I love you. Will you mere me there? You must take heed you keep our purpose close, Why have you lost it then? Just in the midway, as Tilters do. So tria sequntur tria, now am I rid of a triumuirie of fools, and by there absence have wone a free accesle to and escape. If my Lisanders hope prove Like to this, This night shall Crown us Monarchers of our bl e. And come with and intent to marry me? Some ordinary suit perhaps. Lies there no jar betwixt none of the Nobility and him, what say you Zelmane? How blows the winds of our Hope's? Madam we have, and stay only to take our leaves of your Ladyship, and know what service your honour will command. were we but confirmed of your of estates. A noble resolution. More then of our own my lord, We had no sooner their surprisal, but we had disguise ready, a ship ready, a couple of lusty friends ready, the Lacedemons intel ligencers: