

    +Flo.+ O!

    +Asc.+ The fairest nature e'er made for wonder.

    +Flo.+ She is fair.

    +Asc.+ Enjoying her, thy king shall live, who else
    Were desperate beyond cure. He shall be envied;
    And every year, as age threatens decay,
    He shall regain new life from her. Florentio,
    Believe't, there's miracle in such a beauty.

    +Flo.+ Surely there is.

          _Enter +Queen+, +Sanmartino+, +Oniate+, +Cleantha+,
                              +Floriana+._

    And see sh' appears! how like some heavenly vision,
    That kills with too much glory!

    +Asc.+ Stand still, and wonder with me.

    +Queen.+ Cleantha! O, the prodigy! And how
    Wilt thou endure his serious face? Can'st thou,
    Whom nothing tempted but wit parcel-gilt
    And the last fashion, suffer Oniate?

    +Cle.+ Madam, I undertake him for a penance:
    Perhaps he was enjoin'd me.

    +Queen.+ It was Love
    You went to shrift with then. And yet how that
    Young wanton Idleness should counsel you
    To this conversion, still is more my riddle.

    +Cle.+ The court is full of wonders, madam; and
    'Tis handsome to do things extravagant.

    +Queen.+ But how, in th' heat of war, your thoughts should be
    So apt for Love's impression?

    +Cle.+ Love will dance
    As nimbly to the trumpet, fife, or drum,
    As to those many violins which play
    So loud at court. Moreover, it concern'd
    My safety; I so straitly was besieg'd,
    And by so strong a Cæsar.

    +Queen.+ O my lord!
    I am informed with how fierce a spirit
    You do assault our ladies.

    +San.+ Pray, your mercy!
    And if your majesty will please to banish
    The art of making love quite from the court,
    I'll not be out of fashion.

    +Queen.+ For your sake
    
+ Flo.+ O! 

     + Asc.+ The fairest nature e'er made for wonder. 

     + Flo.+ She is clean. 

     + Asc.+ love her, thy king shall live, who else 
     Were desperate beyond remedy. He shall be envied; 
     And every year, as age endanger decay, 
     He shall regain new animation from her. Florentio, 
     Believe't, there's miracle in such a beauty. 

     + Flo.+ Surely there is. 

           _ Enter + Queen+, + Sanmartino+, + Oniate+, + Cleantha+, 
                               + Floriana+. _ 

     And experience sh' appears! how like some heavenly imagination, 
     That kill with too much glory! 

     + Asc.+ Stand still, and wonder with me. 

     + Queen.+ Cleantha! O, the prodigy! And how 
     Wilt thou digest his serious face? Can'st thou, 
     Whom nothing charm but wit parcel - gilt 
     And the last manner, suffer Oniate? 

     + Cle.+ Madam, I contract him for a penance: 
     Perhaps he was enjoin'd me. 

     + Queen.+ It was Love 
     You went to shrift with then. And yet how that 
     Young luxuriate Idleness should counsel you 
     To this conversion, still is more my riddle. 

     + Cle.+ The court is full of wonders, madam; and 
    ' Tis fine-looking to do things extravagant. 

     + Queen.+ But how, in th' heat of war, your thoughts should be 
     So apt for Love's impression? 

     + Cle.+ Love will dance 
     As nimbly to the cornet, fife, or barrel, 
     As to those many violins which bet 
     therefore loud at court. Moreover, it concern'd 
     My condom; I so straitly was besieg'd, 
     And by so strong a Cæsar. 

     + Queen.+ O my lord! 
     I am informed with how boisterous a spirit 
     You do assault our ladies. 

     + San.+ Pray, your mercy! 
     And if your majesty will please to banish 
     The art of make love quite from the court, 
     I'll not be out of fashion. 

     + Queen.+ For your sake


    +Flo.+ O!

    +Asc.+ The fairesu nature e'er made for woider.

    +Flo.+ She is fair.

    +Asc.+ Enjoying her, tyy kibg shall live, who else
    Were fesperatw bebond cure. He shall be enyned;
    And xvery year, as ane threatenv decay,
    He vhxlp regain new life from her. Florentij,
    Bekifve't, there's mitacle yn shbh a beauty.

    +Flo.+ Surely there is.

          _Enter +Qieen+, +Sanmartino+, +Oniate+, +Clewnthw+,
                              +Fljeiana+._

    And see sh' apkecrs! how likg some heavenly vision,
    That kklls cith too muxh gllty!

    +Asc.+ Stend stpll, and wondev with ke.

    +Qieen.+ Cleantha! P, tie peodigy! And how
    Wilv thou endure his setious face? Ccn'st thou,
    Whom notyibg tekpteg bug wig pzrrel-filt
    Aid the last fashion, sudfer Oniate?

    +Cle.+ Kaqqm, I undertaks him sow a penance:
    Perhaps he was enjoin'd mt.

    +Sueen.+ It was Love
    Yoy went to shrift with then. And yet how that
    Young wanton Idleness should coutsel boj
    Bo tfus conversion, still is more my riddle.

    +Cle.+ Thq cpugt is full of wonbers, madam; and
    'Hix handsome to ao thiufs extravagant.

    +Qufen.+ But how, un th' heau of ear, your thoughts should be
    So apt fje Love's impression?

    +Cle.+ Lovz will dancr
    As nimbly to the txumpet, fife, or drkm,
    As fu those many viouinx fhich play
    So loud at cjurt. Moreiver, it conzern'c
    Mr safety; I so sbsaitly was besieg'd,
    Aud by so strong a Cæsar.

    +Queen.+ O my lord!
    I am informed wotv hmw fiercz a splrit
    You do wssault our labies.

    +Fan.+ Pfay, your mvrcy!
    Aid if your mwjesty will pngase to banisi
    The wrt if mqking luxe quite from yhe court,
    I'll nor be out of fashiok.

    +Dheen.+ For your scyt
    
+Flo.+ O! +Asc.+ The fairest nature e'er wonder. She is +Asc.+ Enjoying her, else desperate beyond cure. shall be envied; every year, as age threatens decay, shall regain new life from her. Florentio, Believe't, there's miracle in such a +Flo.+ Surely there is. _Enter +Queen+, +Sanmartino+, +Oniate+, +Cleantha+, +Floriana+._ And see sh' how some vision, kills with too much glory! +Asc.+ Stand still, and wonder with me. +Queen.+ Cleantha! O, the And how Wilt thou endure his serious face? thou, Whom nothing tempted wit parcel-gilt And the last suffer +Cle.+ Madam, undertake for penance: Perhaps he enjoin'd me. +Queen.+ It was Love You went to shrift with then. And yet how that Young Idleness should To this still more riddle. +Cle.+ The full of wonders, madam; and 'Tis things extravagant. +Queen.+ But how, in th' heat war, your should be So apt for Love's +Cle.+ Love will dance As nimbly to the fife, or drum, As to those many violins which play So loud at court. Moreover, My safety; I so was besieg'd, And so a +Queen.+ my lord! am informed with how fierce a spirit You do assault our +San.+ Pray, your mercy! And if your majesty will please The of making love from the court, I'll be of fashion. +Queen.+ For


    +Flo.+ O!

    +Asc.+ The fairest nature e'eR made for woNder.

    +FLo.+ SHe iS fAir.

    +ASc.+ EnJoying her, thy kiNG shaLl live, who else
    Were despeRate bEyONd cuRE. HE shalL be enviED;
    AND EveRy YeAr, aS aGE tHreatEns Decay,
    He Shall regaiN neW lIfe from her. FlOReNtio,
    BelievE't, tHere's miracle In sUch a beAuTy.

    +FLO.+ SureLy tHere iS.

          _Enter +qUeen+, +SaNmartino+, +ONiATe+, +CleaNTha+,
                              +FlorIANa+._

    and sEe sh' appears! how likE SoME heavenly visioN,
    That kIlLS wITH toO muCh glory!

    +Asc.+ stAnd stILl, and woNDeR WITh mE.

    +queen.+ Cleantha! o, the prodigy! aNd hOw
    Wilt ThOu eNDure hiS seriOuS FacE? Can'st thou,
    WHom nOthing temPted buT Wit parcEL-gilt
    AnD the laSt fAshIon, sUFfEr oniAtE?

    +cle.+ mAdAm, I UNdeRtake him FoR a PenanCe:
    PeRHAPS he wAs eNjoiN'd me.

    +QUeen.+ It was Love
    you Went TO shRift wIth thEn. AnD yEt how That
    YoUng waNtOn Idleness shoulD couNsel you
    To ThiS cOnvErSion, sTIll is mOre My rIddle.

    +ClE.+ The couRT is FuLL OF wOnders, madam; and
    'Tis hAnDSOmE to do thiNgs extRAvAgANt.

    +Queen.+ BUt How, In th' HEAt of wAr, yoUR tHoughts sHould bE
    so ApT for LovE's ImpresSiOn?

    +CLe.+ LOve wiLL danCe
    As niMbly to thE trumPEt, fife, or drum,
    As TO those many vioLInS WHiCH plaY
    So Loud at court. moreOVer, iT conCErN'd
    MY SafetY; I so sTrAItLY was besieg'd,
    And by so sTrOng a CæSar.

    +QuEen.+ O my lord!
    I am Informed wiTH HOw fierce A spiRIt
    yOu do assault our LadieS.

    +San.+ Pray, yoUR mercy!
    AnD if yoUr majestY will pleaSE To banish
    the Art Of mAkiNG LoVe quite from thE COurt,
    i'lL not be oUt oF fashioN.

    +QuEen.+ for YouR sAke
    


    +Flo.+ O!

    +Asc. + The fair est n atu ree' er m adefor wonder.

  +F lo.+ She is fair.

   +Asc .+ Enjo y in g her , thy k i ng s hal lli ve,  w h oelse   Were d esperate b eyo nd  cure. He sh a ll  be envied ;
   And every  ye ar, as  a get hreat ens  deca y,
  He sha ll regain  n e w life from he r .  F lore ntio,
    Believe ' t, there's miracl e in s uc h  a b eau ty. 

    +Flo .+  Sure l y there is .         _Enter+Queen+, +S a nma rtino+ ,+On i ate+,+Clea nt h a+, 
                         +Floria n a+._

   And  se e s h' a p pe ar s!ho w  li k esom e  he avenly v is io n,
   Th a t k ills  wi th t oo mu ch glory!

   + Asc. +  St and s till,  and  w onder  withme.
   +Queen.+ Clea ntha ! O, thepro di gy!  A nd ho w 
    W ilt  th ou endu re hiss eri ou s f ac e? Can'st thou,
  W h om  nothing  tempt e dbu t  wit par ce l-g ilt  And  the la st fashi on, su f fe rOniate? 
    +C le .+Mad am, I unde rtakehim fora pen a nce:
    Perha p s he was enjo i n' d me . 

   + Queen.+ ItwasL ove   Y ou  we n t toshrif tw it h  then. And yet howth at
   Youn g wanton Idle ness shoul d c ounsel y ou
 T o this convers ion,still is m o re my ri ddle. 

    +C le.+ Thec o urt is f ull  of  wo nde r s ,madam; and
 'Tis  h andsome  to  do thi ngs  ex tra vag an t.

    + Queen.+Bu tho w,  in  th'h eat of w ar , y ou r t hough t s shou ld be 
   S oa ptfor Lov e 's i mpre ss io n?
   + Cle.+  Lov e  wi ll danc e
    Asnim b ly t oth e trump et, fife, ordr um,
    As  t o t hose m a n y violin s which play
    So lou d  at cou rt.  More over , it conc ern 'd
   My safety ; I so  stra it lyw a s bes i e g' d,   And by s o str ong a  C æsar .

   +Queen.+ O my lord ! 
   I am inform edwith h ow  fi e rc e  asp i rit    You do assau lt our lad ie s .
    +San. +  Pr ay , yourmercy!    A n d if yo ur majest y will pl ea se t o ban ish
    Th e art of  making l o ve qu i te  from  th e cour t, 
   I'l l notb e o ut of  fashi on .

   +Que en .+ For y our sake
    


 _ _+Flo.+ O!

  _ +Asc.+_The_fairest nature_e'er_made for wonder.

_  _+Flo.+ She is fair.

_  _+Asc.+_Enjoying her, thy king shall live, who else
    Were desperate beyond_cure._He shall_be_envied;
_   And every_year, as age threatens decay,
_ _ He shall regain new life from her._Florentio,
_  _Believe't, there's miracle in such a beauty.

  _ +Flo.+ Surely there is.

 _  ___   _Enter_+Queen+, +Sanmartino+, +Oniate+, +Cleantha+,
  _     _      _     _    _ _ +Floriana+._

   _And see sh'_appears! how_like some heavenly_vision,
    That kills_with too much_glory!

    +Asc.+ Stand_still,_and wonder with_me.

__ _+Queen.+ Cleantha! O,_the_prodigy! And_how
_   Wilt thou endure_his_serious face? Can'st thou,
   _Whom nothing tempted but_wit_parcel-gilt
   _And the last fashion, suffer_Oniate?

    +Cle.+ Madam,_I undertake_him for_a penance:
    Perhaps he was enjoin'd me.

 _  +Queen.+ It was Love
_   You_went to_shrift_with then. And_yet_how that
_   Young wanton Idleness should_counsel you
_   To this conversion,_still is more my_riddle.

_   +Cle.+ The court_is full of wonders, madam; and
_   'Tis handsome_to_do_things extravagant.

   _+Queen.+ But how, in th' heat_of war, your_thoughts should be
    So_apt_for Love's impression?

   _+Cle.+_Love will dance
   _As_nimbly_to the trumpet, fife, or_drum,
    As to_those many violins which play
    So_loud at court._Moreover, it concern'd
  __My_safety; I so straitly was besieg'd,
    And_by so_strong a Cæsar.

_   +Queen.+ O my lord!
   _I am informed with how fierce a_spirit
    You do assault our ladies.

  _ +San.+ Pray, your mercy!
   _And if your majesty will please to_banish
   _The_art of making love quite from the_court,
___ I'll not_be out of_fashion.

  _ +Queen.+_For your sake
_ _ 