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Act The SecondScene II. [A gallery in the palace]
Scene II. [A gallery in the palace]
Enter Pharamond
Pha. Why should these ladies stay so long? They must come this way. I
know the queen emloys `em not; for the reverend mother^1 sent me word, they
would all be for the garden. If they should all prove honest^2 now, I were in
a fair taking; I was never so long without sport in my life, and, in my
conscience, `tis not my fault. Oh, for our country ladies!
[Footnote 1: In charge of the maids of honor.]
[Footnote 2: Chaste.]
Enter Galatea
Here`s one bolted; I`ll hound at her. - Madam!
Gal. Your grace!
Pha. Shall I not be a trouble?
Gal. Not to me, sir.
Pha. Nay, nay, you are too quick. By this sweet hand -
Gal. You`ll be forsworn, sir; `tis but an old glove.
If you will talk at distance, I am for you:
But, good prince, be not bawdy, nor do not brag;
These two I bar;
And then, I think, I shall have sense enough
To answer all the weighty apophthegms
Your royal blood shall manage.
Pha. Dear lady, can you love?
Gal. Dear prince! how dear? I ne`er cost you a coach yet, nor put you to
the dear repentance of a banquet. Here`s no scarlet, sir, to blush the sin out
it was given for. This wire mine own hair covers; and this face has been so
far from being dear to any, that it ne`er cost penny painting; and, for the
rest of my poor wardrobe, such as you see, it leaves no hand^3 behind it, to
make the jealous mercer`s wife curse our good doings.
[Footnote 3: Note of indebtedness.]
Pha. You mistake me, lady.
Gal. Lord, I do so; would you or I could help it!
Pha. You`re very dangerous bitter, like a potion.
Gal. No, sir. I do not mean to purge you, though
I mean to purge a little time on you.
Pha. Do ladies of this country use to give
No more respect to men of my full being?
Gal. Full being! I understand you not, unless your grace means growing to
fatness; and then your only remedy (upon my knowledge, prince) is, in a
morning, a cup of neat white wine brew`d with carduus,^4 then fast till
supper; about eight you may eat; use exercise, and keep a sparrow-hawk; you
can shoot in a tiller:^5 but, of all, your grace must fly phlebotomy,^6 fresh
pork, conger,^7 and clarified whey; they are all duller of the vital spirits.
[Footnote 4: A kind of thistle used as a medicine.]
[Footnote 5: Cross bow.]
[Footnote 6: Blood letting.]
[Footnote 7: Conger-eel.]
Pha. Lady, you talk of nothing all this while.
Gal. `Tis very true, sir; I talk of you.
Pha. [Aside.] This is a crafty wench; I like her wit well; `twill be rare
to stir up a leaden appetite. She`s a Danae, and must be courted in a shower
of gold. - Madam, look here; all these, and more than -
Gal. What have you there, my lord? Gold! now, as I live, `tis fair gold!
You would have silver for it, to play with the pages. You could not have taken
me in a worse time; but, if you have present use, my lord, I`ll send my man
with silver and keep your gold for you.
Pha. Lady, lady!
Gal. She`s coming, sir, behind, will take white money. - [Aside.] Yet for
all this I`ll match ye.
Exit behind the hangings.
Pha. If there be but two such more in this kingdom, and near the court,
we may even hang up our harps. Ten such camptire^8 constitutions as this would
call the golden age again in question, and teach the old way for every ill -
fac`d^9 husband to get his own children; and what a mischief that would breed,
let all consider!
[Footnote 8: I. e., cold.]
[Footnote 9: Responsive.]
Enter Megra
Here`s another: if she be of the same last, the devil shall pluck her on.
- Many fair mornings, lady!
Meg. As many mornings bring as many days,
Fair, sweet and hopeful to your grace!
Pha. [Aside.] She gives good words yet; sure this wrench is free. -
If your more serious business do not call you,
Let me hold quarter with you; we will talk
An hour out quickly.
Meg. What would your grace talk of?
Pha. Of some such pretty subject as yourself:
I`ll go no further than your eye, or lip;
There`s theme enough for one man for an age.
Meg. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet even,
Smooth, young enough, ripe enough, and red enough,
Or my glass wrongs me.
Pha. Oh, they are two twinn`d cherries dy`d in blushes
Which those fair suns above with their bright beams
Reflect upon and ripen. Sweetest beauty,
Bow down those branches, that the longing taste
Of the faint looker - on may meet those blessings,
And taste and live.
They kiss.
Meg. [Aside.] Oh, delicate sweet prince!
She that hath snow enough about her heart
To take the wanton spring of ten such lines off,
May be a nun without probation. - Sir,
You have in such neat poetry gathered a kiss,
That if I had but five lines of that number,
Such pretty begging blanks,^10 I should commend
Your forehead or your cheeks, and kiss you too.
[Footnote 10: Blank verses.]
Pha. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it, madam.
Meg. I shall, I shall.
Pha. By my life, but you shall not;
I`ll prompt you first. [Kisses her.] Can you do it now?
Meg. Methinks `tis easy, now you ha` done`t before me;
But yet I should stick at it. [Kisses him.]
Pha. Stick till to-morrow;
I`ll ne`er part you, sweetest. But we lose time:
Can you love me?
Meg. Love you, my lord! How would you have me love you?
Pha. I`ll reach you in a short sentence, `cause I will not load your
memory; this is all: love me, and lie with me.
Meg. Was it "lie with you" that you said? `Tis impossible.
Pha. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavor. If I do not teach you to
do it as easily in one night as you`ll go to bed, I`ll lose my royal blood
for`t.
Meg. Why, prince, you have a lady of your own.
That yet wants teaching.
Pha. I`ll sooner teach a mare the old measures^11 than teach her anything
belonging to the function. She`s afraid to lie with herself if she have but
any masculine imaginations about her. I know, when we are married, I must
ravish her.
[Footnote 11: Stately dances.]
Meg. By mine honour, that`s a foul fault, indeed;
But time and your good help will wear it out, sir.
Has your grace seen the court-star, Galatea?
Pha. Out upon her! She`s as cold of her favour as an apoplex; she sailed
by but now.
Meg. And how do you hold her wit, sir?
Pha. I hold her wit? The strength of all the guard cannot hold it, if
they were tied to it; she would blow `em out of the kingdom. They talk of
Jupiter; he`s but a squib-cracker to her; look well about you, and you may
find a tongue-bolt. But speak, sweet lady, shall I be freely welcome? If you
mistrust my faith, you do me the unnoblest wrong.
Meg. I dare not, prince, I dare not.
Pha. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal `em; and what you dare
imagine you can want, I`ll furnish you withal. Give two hours to your thoughts
every morning about it. Come, I know you are bashful; Speak in my ear, will
you be mine? Keep this, And with it me: soon I will visit you.
Meg. My lord, my chamber`s most unsafe; but when `tis night, I`ll find
some means to slip into your lodging; Till when -
Pha. Till when, this and my heart go with thee!
Exeunt several ways.
Re-enter Galatea from behind the hangings
Gal. Oh, thou pernicious petticoat prince! are these your virtues? Well,
if I do not lay a train to blow your spot up, I am no woman: and, Lady
Towsabel, I`ll fit you for`t.
Exit.
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