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How many kingdoms have I measured, Only to find a Climate apt to cherish These withering branches? but no ground can prove So happy, (ay me) none do virtue love; I'll, try this soil; if here I likewise fade, To heaven isle fly, from whence I took my birth, And tell the Gods, I am banished from the earth. How few will come and kneel at virtues shrine? Virtue is fairest in a poor array. Virtue abhors to wear a borrowed face. Fools placed it on my head that knew me not, And I am proud to wear the scorn of fools. Not all, isle wander once more through the world: Wisdom I know hath with her blessed wings Fied to some bosom: if I meet that breast, There isle erect my temple, and there rest. Fortune nor Vice, shall then ere have the power, (By their lose eyes) to entice my Paramour; Then will I cast off this de formity, And shine in glory, and triumph to see You conquered at my feet, that tread on me. My best isle try. Oh sleepy sin. Music awhile, and then cease. Those that tear Virtue, must by Vice be torn. Virtue stand aside: the fool is caught, Woo me and isle take off this ugly scorn. Rises. Smile thou on me, and I will still be thine: Though I am jealous of thy Apostasy, I'll entertain Thee: here, come taste this tree, Here's Physic for thy sick deformity. Try once again, the bitterness soon die. But being down 'tis sour, And mine being down has a delicious taste. The path that leads to Virtues court is narrow, Thorny and up a hill, a bitter journey But being gone through, you find all heavenly sweets, The entrance is all flinty, but at th'end, To towers of pearl and crystal you ascend. Vice, who shall now be crowned with victory? What envious tongue said, Virtue hides her head? Is Ampedo her stane? Why thats my glory. The Idiots cap I once wore on my head, Did figure him, those that (Like him) do muffle Virtue in clouds, and care not how she shine, I'll make their glory Like to his decline: He made no use of me, but Like a miser, Locked up his wealth in rusty bars of sloth: His face was beautiful, but wore a mask, And in the world's eyes seemed a Blackamoor. So perish they that so keep virtue poor. Is Vice higher then Virtue: thats my glory, The higher that thou art, thou art more horrid, The world will love me for my comeliness. Yes, in all Countries Virtue is of price. In every kingdom some diviner breast Is more enamord of me then the rest. Have English, Scot, and French bowed knees to thee? Why thats my glory too, for by their shame, Men will abhor thee and adore my name. Fortune, thou art too weak, Vice th'art a fool, To fight with me, I suffered you awhile, T'ecclips my brightness, but I now will shine, And make you swear your beauty's base to mine. So am not I. My Judge shall be your sacred deity. Let her run. Fortune, who conquers now? Fortune th'art vanquished: sarred deity, Oh now pronounce who wins the victory, And yet that sentence needs not, since alone, Your virtuous presence Vice hath overthrown, Yet to confirm the conquest on your side, Look but on Fortunatus and his sons Of all the wealth those gallants did possess, Only poor Shadow is left comfortless, Their glory's faded and their golden pride. All that they had, or mortal men can have, Sends only but a Shadow from the graven. Virtue alone lives still, and lives in you, I am a counterfeit. you are the true, I am a Shadow, at your feet I fallen, Begging for these, and these, my self and all. All these that thus do kneel before your eyes, Are shadows Like my self, dreaded Nymph it lies In you to make us substances. Oh do it, Virtue I am sure you love, she woes you to it. I read a verdict in your Sunlike eyes, And this it is: Virtue the victory. Virtue the victory: for joy of this, Those self same hymns which you to Fortune sung Let them be now in Virtues honour rung Foul hellbred fiend, Virtue shall strive with you, If any be enamoured of thine eyes, Their love must needs beget deformities. Men are transformed to beasts, feasting with sin; But if (in spite of Thee) their souls I win, To taste this fruit, though thou disguise their head, Their shapes shall be remetamorphosed.
Plot summary
Plot — Old Fortunatus
Fortunatus gets lost in a wood and falls asleep. He is found by Fortune, attended by fallen kings who complain of her capricious control of their destiny. To spite them, she decides to advance Fortunatus’ fortunes, and offers him a choice of six gifts: wisdom, strength, health, beauty, longevity, or riches. He chooses wealth, and she gives him a purse which will always contain ten gold pieces, of legal tender wherever he may be. Fortunatus travels the world, visiting potentates, and bestows bottomless purses on every host. The Sultan of Babylon boats of his collection of treasures, and shows him the finest: an old hat which will transport its wearer anywhere in an instant. By a ruse, the Sultan puts it on Fortunatus’ head, and he wishes himself back home to Cyprus, thereby acquiring possession of the hat. Fortune decides that he has abused her gifts and reminds him that he did not choose long life or wisdom. He will die at the height of his fortunes with his sins black upon his soul, and will have no opportunity to repent. He dies there and then, leaving the purse and hat to his sons. The virtuous Ampedo takes the hat, while his imprudent younger brother Andelocia has the purse. Andelocia goes to England, where the Prince of Cyprus is wooing the King’s daughter, Agrippine; she is also loved by the melancholy French prisoner Orleans. On arrival, Andelocia is bountiful with largesse, which leaves King Athelstan itching to take him down a peg or two, and eager to learn the source of his riches. When Andelocia plans a magnificent banquet for his hosts, Athelstan orders that nobody is to supply him with any fuel: it will end up being a cold, unappetizing meal. Andelocia dances with Agrippine, and she takes him off to get to know him better. She then drugs him and takes the magic purse as he sleeps, leaving behind a copy. On waking, Andelocia finds that the King’s orders leave him unable to provide the banquet, and the Princess has left him without the wherewithal even to try to pay for it. Andelocia returns home to Cyprus and steals the wishing hat from Ampedo. He acquires some jewels by trickery and returns to England posing as a jeweller. Using the hat, he abducts Agrippine and takes her to a hot country. The climate doesn’t agree with her, so he climbs a tree to pick her a juicy apple; but while he’s up there, she puts on the wishing hat and goes home. Andelocia consoles himself by eating the apple, but it is one of the apples of Vice, sweet with a bitter…