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Art not thou the old stoick's son that dwells in his tomb ?
AMBO. We are.
ATEU. Thou art welcome to me. Wilt thou give thyself wholly to be at my disposition? Nano. In all humility I submit myself.
Areu. Then will I deck thee princely, instruct thee courtly, and present thee to the queen as my gift: art thou content ?
Nano. Yes, and thank your honour too.
And. May it please your honour to abase your eye so low, as to look either on my bill or myself?
Ateu. What are you?
And. By birth a gentleman; in profession a scholar; and one that knew your honour in Edinburgh, before your worthiness called you to this reputation : by me, Andrew Snoord.
Ateu. Andrew, I remember thee: follow me, and we will confer further, for my weighty affairs for the king command + me to be brief at this time. Come on, Nano. Slipper, follow.
[Exeunt. Enter Sir BARTRAM, with Eustace, and others,
booted. Sir Bar. But tell me, lovely Eustace, as thou lov'st Among the many pleasures we have past, [me, Which is the rifest in thy memory, To draw thee over to thine ancient friend ?
Eust. What makes Sir Bartram thus inquisitive? Tell me, good knight, am I welcome or no?
Sir BAR. By sweet St. Andrew, and may sale, f I As welcome is my honest Dick to me, (swear
+ command] The 4to. “ commands."
I may sale) i. e, my soul,—the author thinking it necessary to interlard the dialogue with Scottish words.
As morning's sun, or as the watery moon In merkest night, when we the borders tract. | I tell thee, Dick, thy sight hath clear'd my thoughts Of many baneful troubles that there woon'd: Welcome to Sir Bartram as his life! Tell me, bonny Dick, hast got a wife ?
Eust. The king, the court, and all our noble friends
[Shews a portrait. Sir Bar. I tell thee, Eustace, 'less & mine old eyes daze,
* are] The 4to. “ were.”
commend] The 4to. “commends." $ 'less] The 4to. “ lest.”
This is our Scottish moon and evening's pride;
advis'd. SIR BAR. Is it not Ida, the Countess of Arran's
daughter's ? Eust. So was I told by Elinor of Carlisle: But tell me, lovely Bartram, is the maid Evil-inclin'd, misled, or concubine Unto the king or any other lord ? [my Dick.
Sir Bar. Should I be brief and true, then thus, All England's grounds yield * not a blither lass, Nor Europe can surpass + her for her gifts Of virtue, honour, beauty, and the rest : But our fond king, not knowing sin in lust, Makes love by endless means and precious gifts ; And men that see it dare not say't, my friend, But we may wish that it were otherwise. : But I rede thee to view the picture still, For by the person's sights there hangs some ill.
Eust. I 0, good Sir Bartram, you suspect I love (Then were I mad) her § whom I never saw. But howsoe'er I fear not enticings; Desire will give no place unto a king: I'll see her whom the world admires so much, That I may say with them, there lives none such. Sir Bar. Be gad, and sall both see and talk with
* yield] The 4to.“ yeelds." # surpass] The 4to - art." # Eust.] The 4to. gives these six lines to Sir Bartram,
her] The 4to." hee.”
And when th' hast done, whate'er her beauty be,
Enter SERVANT. Serv.* My lady entreats your worship in to supper. Sir Bar. Guid, bonny, Dick, my wife will tell thee
more; Was never no mant in her book before: Be gad, she's blithe, fair, lewly, bonny, &c. I
[Exeunt. Enter Bohan and [OBERON] the Fairy-king, after
the first act; to them a round of Fairies, or some pretty dance.
Bon. Be gad, gramercies, little king, for this ;
Ober. I tell thee, Bohan, Oberon is king
Boh. Then mark my story,ll and the strange doubts
• My lady, &c.] The 4to. gives this line to Eustace, and does not mark the entrance of the Servant.
t no man] Qy.“ woman.”
$ &c.] Was the player here to speak extempore whatever he chose ? See note + vol. i. p. 43.
♡ me] The 4to. “one."
After the first Act.* Ober. Here see I good fond actions in thy jig, And means to paint the world's inconstant ways : But turn thine ene, see what t I can command. [Enter two battles, strongly fighting, the one
Semiramis, the other Stabrobates: she flies, and
her crown is taken, and she hurt. Bon. What gars this din of mirk and baleful harm, Where every wean is all betaint with blood ?
Ober. This shews thee, Bohan, what is worldly
Bon. I see thou art thine ene,
2. OBER. How should these crafts withdraw thee from But look, my Bohan, pomp allureth. (the world! .[Enter Cyrus, kings humbling themselves ; him
self crowned by olive Pat: at last dying, laid in a marble tomb, with this inscription :
Who so thou be that passest [by],
For I know one shall pass, know I * After the first Act. The whole of what follows, till the beginning of the next act, is a mass of confusion and corruption : perhaps the “2” and “Z" refer to the second and third acts of the play.' The misprints here defy emendation.
† what] The 4to. “ which for."