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In whose clear nature, as two suns, do rise
1 Clown. The devil he can as soon! we fear no colours; let him do his worst; there's many a tall fellow, besides us, will rather die than see his living taken from them, nay, even eat up: all things are grown so dear, there's no enduring more mouths than our own, neighbour.
2 Clown. Thou'rt a wise fellow, neighbour; prate is but prate. They say this prince too would bring new laws upon us, new rites into the temples of our gods; and that's abominable; we'll all be hang'd first.
Win. A most fair pretence
To found rebellion upon conscience!
Dull, stubborn fools! whose perverse judgments still
Does on the parch'd earth; wets, but does not give
To serve those Powers, to which himself does pay
Fol. Save you, gentlemen! 'Tis very cold; you live in frost; you've Winter still about you. 2 Clown. What are you, sir?
Fol. A courtier, sir; but, you may guess, a very foolish one, to leave the bright beams of my lord, the prince, to travel hither. I have an ague on me; do you not see me shake? Well, if our courtiers, when they come hither, have not warm young wenches, good wines and fires, to heat their blood, 'twill freeze into an apoplexy. Farewell, frost! I'll go seek a fire to thaw me; I'm all ice, I fear, already.
1 Clown. Farewell, and be hanged! ere such as these shall eat what we have sweat for, we'll spend our bloods. Come, neighbours, let's go
call our company together, and go meet this prince he talks so of.
3 Clown. Some shall have but a sour welcome of it, if my crabtree-cudgel hold here.
Win. 'Tis, I see,
Not in my power to alter destiny;
You're mad in your rebellious minds: but hear What I presage, with understanding clear,
As your black thoughts are misty; take from me
This prince shall come, and, by his glorious side,
Night shall be changed into perpetual day:
And turtle-footed peace
Dance like a fairy, &c.] This, as well as several other expressions in this elegant " augury, is taken from the beautiful address to Elizabeth, in Jonson's Epilogue to Every Man out of his Humour.
The throat of war be stopp'd within her realm,
About her court, &c.
A Flourish.-Enter RAYBRIGHT, HUMOUR, BOUNTY, and DELIGHT.
But see, our star appears; and from his eye
Ray. What bold rebellious caitiffs dare disturb The happy progress of our glorious peace, Contemn the justice of our equal laws,
Profane those sacred rights, which still must be
I came to frolic with you, and to cheer
I'm come to be your guest; your bounteous, free
A welcome entertainment.
Win. Illustrious sir! I am [not] ignorant How much expression my true zeal will want To entertain you fitly; yet my love
And hearty duty shall be far above
To feel the ice fall from my crisled skin;] This word is familiar to me, though I can give no example of it. In Devonshire, where Ford must have often heard it, it means that roughening, shrivelling effect of severe cold upon the skin, known in other counties by the name of goose-flesh.
My outward welcome. To that glorious light
By honouring you, to keep my faith alive
To him, brave prince, through you, who do inherit
I, from my youth, a span of time will steal
And swell your soul with my delights and sport.
Did admiration beget in me truly
The rare-match'd twins at once, pity and pleasure. [Pity, that one3]
So royal, so abundant in earth's blessings,
Should not partake the comfort of those beams, With which the Sun, beyond extent, doth cheer The other seasons; yet my pleasures with you, From their false charms, do get the start, as far As Heaven's great lamp from every minor star.
Boun. Sir, you can speak well; if your tongue deliver
The message of your heart, without some cunning Of restraint, we may hope to enjoy
The lasting riches of your presence hence [forth] Without distrust or change.
Ray. Winter's sweet bride,
* Something is evidently lost in this place. I have merely inserted a word or two, to give meaning to what follows.