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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
Dull, stubborn fools! whose perverse judgments still Are govern'd by the malice of
will, Not by indifferent reason, which to you Comes, as in droughts the elemental dew Does on the parch'd earth ; wets, but does not give Moisture enough to make the plants to live. Things void of soul! can you conceive, that he, Whose every thought's an act of piety, Who's all religious, furnish'd with all good That ever was comprised in flesh and blood, Cannot direct you in the fittest way To serve those Powers, to which himself does pay True zealous worship, nay's so near allied To them, himself must needs be deified ?
Enter Folly. 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.
[Exit. 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, as a true and certain augury: This prince shall come, and, by his glorious side, Laurel-crown'd conquest shall in triumph ride, Arm'd with the justice that attends his cause, You shall with penitence embrace his laws: He to the frozen northern clime shall bring A warmth so temperate, as shall force the Spring Usurp my privilege, and by his ray Night shall be changed into perpetual day: Plenty and happiness shall still increase, As does his light; and turtle-footed peace Dance like a fairy through his realms, while all That envy him, shall like swift comets fall, By their own fire consumed; and glorious he Ruling, as 'twere, the force of destiny, Shall have a long and prosperous reign on earth, Then fly to Heaven, and give a new star birth.
And turtle-footed peace Dance like a fairy, &c.] This, as well as several other expressions in this elegant “augury,
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,
A Flourish.—Enter RAYBRIGHT, HUMOUR, BOUNTY,
But see, our star appears; and from his eye
Ray. What bold rebellious caitiffs dare disturb
Win. Illustrious sir! I am (not] ignorant
? To feel the ice fall from my crisled skin ;] This word is familjar 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
Ray. Never till now
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.