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Liege people, and rear golden piles, are trash
Cor. Fix the knot
Mel. Sirrah, make ready.
Cor. Yet do not be so sudden; grant me leave
Mel. Pray, where is she?
Cor. She makes more haste
Mel. Cruel man!
Cor. I cannot tell you,
Mel. 'Las, poor man! canst thou imagine
To prosper in the task thou tak’st in hand,
Cor. I do confess it.
Mel. If thou canst wake with me, forget to eat, Renounce the thought of greatness, tread on fate, Sigh out a lamentable tale of things, Done long ago, and done; and, when sighs Are wearied, piece up what remains behind With weeping eyes, and hearts that bleed to death; Thou shalt be a companion fit for me, And we will sit together, like true friends, And never be divided. With what greediness Do I hug my afflictions! there's no mirth Which is not truly season'd with some madness: As, for example
[Exit, hastily. Cor. What new crotchet next? There is so much sense in this wild distraction, That I am almost out of my wits too, To see and hear him :* some few hours more Spent here, would turn me apish, if not frantic.
Re-enter MELEANDER with CLEOPHILA. Mel. In all the volumes thou hast turn'd, thou
Of knowledge, hast thou met with any rarity,
Strike all comparison into a silence.
Mel. [to Cleo.] Good soul! be patient;
Cleo. I do beseech you,
world. Get me some wine; to witness that I will be An absolute good fellow, I will drink with thee.
Cor. Have you prepared his cup? [Aside to CLEO. Cleo. It is in readiness.
Enter CuculuS and GRILLA. Cuc. By your leave, gallants, I come to speak with a young lady, as they say, the old Trojan's daughter of the house.
Mel. Your business with my lady-daughter, tossGril. Toss-pot? 0, base! toss-pot ?
Cuc. Peace! dost not see in what case he is ?-I would do my own commendations to her; that's all. Mel. Do. Come, my Genius, we will quaff in
wine, Till we grow wise. Cor. True nectar is divine.
[Exeunt Mel. and Cor.
Cuc. So! I am glad he is gone. Page, walk aside. -Sweet beauty, I am sent ambassador from the mistress of my thoughts, to you, the mistress of my desires.
Cleo. So, sir! I pray be brief.
Cuc. That you may know I am not, as they say, an animal, which is, as they say, a kind of Cokes,' which is, as the learned term it, an ass, a puppy, a widgeon, a dolt, a noddy, a
Cleo. As you please.
Cuc. Pardon me for that, it shall be as you please indeed : forsooth, I love to be courtly and in fashion. Cleo. Well, to your embassy. What, and from
whom? Cuc. There you come to me. 0, to be in the favour of great ladies, is as much to say, as to be great in ladies' favours. Cleo. Good time o' day to you! I can stay no
longer. Cuc. By this light, but you must; for now I come to't. The most excellent, most wise, most dainty, precious, loving, kind, sweet, intolerably fair lady Thamasta commends to your little hands this letter of importance. By your leave, let me first kiss, and then deliver it in fashion, to your own proper beauty.
Delivers a letter. Cleo. To me, from her ? 't is strange! I dare
[Reads. Cuc. Good. O, that I had not resolved to live a single life! Here's temptation, able to conjure up a spirit with a witness. So, so! she has read it. Cleo. Is 't possible? Heaven, thou art great and
bountiful. Sir, I much thank your pains; and to the princess, Let my love, duty, service be remember'd.
Cuc. They shall, mad-dam.
1 The allusion is to a character in Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair.
Cleo. When we of hopes, or helps are quite be
reaven, Our humble prayers have entrance into heaven. Cuc. That's my opinion clearly and without doubt.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter ARETUS and SOPHRONOS. Are. The prince is thoroughly mov'd.
Soph. I never saw him So much distemper'd.
Are. What should this young man be?
Soph. 'Tis to me
Are. Nor I.
Enter PALADOR, AMETHUS, and Pelias.
Pel. Good sir.
guage, Nor your grave politic wisdoms, lords, shall dare To check-mate, and control my just demands.
Enter MENAPHON. Where is the youth, your friend? Is he found yet?
Men. Not to be heard of.