Of sadness thicken and make dark the sky In mine own fortunes and my father's woes, A worthier choice. Amet. But give me leave to hope. Men. My friend is serious. Cleo. Sir, this for answer. If I ever thrive In any earthly happiness, the next To my good father's wished recovery Must be my thankfulness to your great merit, You cannot urge more from me. Mel. [Within] Friend, what ails thee? Cleophila ! Amet. Sweet maid, forget me not; we now must part. Cleo. Still you shall have my prayer. Amet. SCENE 1.-A Room in the Palace. Enter CUCULUS and GRILLA; the former in a black velvet cap and a white feather, with a paper in his hand. UC. Do not I look freshly, and like a youth of the trim? Gril. As rare an old youth as ever walked cross-gartered. Cuc. Here are my mistresses mustered in white and black. [Reads] "Kala, the waiting-woman "I will first begin at the foot: stand thou for Kala. Gril. I stand for Kala; do your best and your worst. Cuc. I must look big, and care little or nothing for her, because she is a creature that stands at livery. Thus I talk wisely, and to no purpose:-Wench, as it is not fit that thou shouldst be either fair or honest, so, considering thy service, thou art as thou art, and so are thy betters, let them be what they can be. Thus, in despite and defiance of all thy good parts, if I cannot endure thy baseness, 'tis more out of thy courtesy than my deserving; and so I expect thy answer. Gril. To speak you right, a very scurvy fellow. Cuc, Away, away!-dost think so? Gril. A very foul-mouthed and misshapen coxcomb. Cuc. I'll never believe it, by this hand. Gril. A maggot, most unworthy to creep in Makes you appear as sweet as any nosegay, Or savoury cod of musk new fall'n from the cat. woman. Cuc. This shall serve well enough for the waitingMy next mistress is Cleophila, the old madman's daughter. I must come to her in whining tune; sigh, wipe mine eyes, fold my arms, and blubber out my speech as thus :-Even as a kennel of hounds, sweet lady, cannot catch a hare when they are full-paunched on the carrion of a dead horse; so, even so, the gorge of my affections being full-crammed with the garboils' of your condolements doth tickle me with the prick, as it were, about me, and fellow-feeling of howling outright. Gril. This will do't, if we will hear. Cuc. Thou seest I am crying ripe, I am such another tender-hearted fool. Gril. Even as the snuff of a candle that is burnt in the socket goes out, and leaves a strong perfume behind it; or as a piece of toasted cheese next the heart in a morning is a restorative for a sweet breath; so, even so, the odoriferous savour of your love doth perfume my heart— heigh-ho!—with the pure scent of an intolerable content, and not to be endured. Cuc. By this hand, 'tis excellent! Have at thee, last of all, for the Princess Thamasta, she that is my mistress indeed. She is abominably proud, a lady of a damnable high, turbulent, and generous spirit: but I have a loudmouthed cannon of mine own to batter her, and a penned speech of purpose: observe it. Gril. Thus I walk by, hear, and mind you not. Cuc. [Reads] "Though haughty as the devil or his dam Thou dost appear, great mistress, yet I am 1 Tumult. Like to an ugly firework, and can mount -count. Wert thou the moon herself, yet having seen thee, Behold the man ordained to move within thee." Look to yourself, housewife! answer me in strong lines, you're best. Gril. Keep off, poor fool, my beams will strike thee blind; Else, if thou touch me, touch me but behind. Must be great princes; for at the back-door Gril. I know how to present a big lady in her own cue. But, pray, in earnest, are you in love with all these? Cuc. Pish! I have not a rag of love about me; 'tis only a foolish humour I am possessed with, to be surnamed the conqueror. I will court anything; be in love with nothing, nor no-thing. Gril. A rare man you are, I protest. Cuc. Yes, I know I am a rare man, and I ever held myself so. Enter PELIAS and CORAX. Pel. In amorous contémplation, on my life; Courting his page, by Helicon ! Cuc. 'Tis false. Gril. A gross untruth; I'll justify it, sir, At any time, place, weapon. Cuc. Marry, shall she. Cor. No quarrels, Goody Whisk! lay-by your trumperies, and fall-to your practice. Instructions are ready for you all. Pelias is your leader; follow him: get credit now or never. Vanish, doodles, vanish! 1 The quarrelsome language of the bullies of the day. Cuc. For the device? Cor. The same; get ye gone, and make no bawling. [Exeunt all but CORAX. To waste my time thus, drone-like, in the court, And lose so many hours as my studies Have hoarded up, is to be like a man That creeps both on his hands and knees to climb Enter SOPHRONOS and AREtus. Soph. We find him timely now; let's learn the cause. To alteration, tell us, pray, what devil Cor. You're yourself a scholar, And quick of apprehension. Melancholy Of body, but the mind's disease. So Ecstasy, From Melancholy;1 which is briefly this, Of our affection. 1 Vide (Ford says) Democritus Junior. He is alluding to Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy. |