The higher that thou art, thou art more horrid: Fortune. Thine own self loves thyself: why on the heads Of Agripyne, Montrose, and Longaville,- Virtue. Yes, in all countries Virtue is of price, Is more enamoured of me than the rest. Have English, Scot and French bowed knees to thee? Vice. I am content. Fortune. And I. Virtue. So am not I. My judge shall be your sacred deity.1 [Exit VICE and her train. All. O stop the horrid monster. Virtue. Let her run. Fortune, who conquers now? Fortune. Virtue, I see, Thou wilt triumph both over her and me. 1 Virtue here evidently addressed Queen Elizabeth, as she sat in the audience; this direct recognition is kept up to the end of the play. Fortune. Why do you mock me? Kneel not to me, to her transfer your eyes, There sits the Queen of Chance, I bend my knees All powers which Heaven's large patent have made mine. Virtue. Fortune, th'art vanquished. Sacred deity, And yet that sentence needs not, since alone, Their glory's faded and their golden pride. Shad. Only poor Shadow tells how poor they died. Begging for these, and these, myself and all. All. All loudly cry, Virtue the victory! SONG. Virtue smiles: cry holiday, Dimples on her cheeks do dwell, Her love is Heaven, her hate is hell. Holiday with joy we cry, And bend, and bend, and merrily, Sing hymns to Virtue's deity. As they are about to depart, enter Two Old Men. THE EPILOGUE AT COURT.' 1st O. Man. Nay stay, poor pilgrims, when I entered first The circle of this bright celestial sphere, I wept for joy, now I could weep for fear. 2nd O. Man. I fear we all like mortal men shall prove Weak, not in love, but in expressing love. 1st. O. Man. Let every one beg once more on his knee, One pardon for himself, and one for me; For I enticed you hither. O dear Goddess, Breathe life in our numbed spirits with one smile, Shall rise like men new-born, and make Heaven sound 1 See note 1 to Prologue. Dekker. сс With hymns sung, to thy name, and prayers that we May once a year so oft enjoy this sight, Till these young boys change their curled locks to white, And when gray-wingèd age sits on their heads, That so their children may supply their steads, Who in the scales of number weighs the world, All. Amen, amen! 1st O. Man. Good-night, dear mistress, those that wish thee harm, Thus let them stoop under destruction's arm. All. Amen, amen, amen! [Exeunt |