Met in honour of my Ball,

Which Paris gave on Ida hill;
I'll maintain these revels still.

Why stays Cupid all this while
Diana. Venus doth herself beguile.
Ve. Diana here! go back again.
Di. These are none of Venus' train.

No spark of this lascivious fire
Dwells in their bosoms; no desire
But what doth fill Diana's breast,.
In their modest thoughts do rest.
Venus, this new festival
Shall be still Diana's Ball;
A chaste meeting ever here;
Seek thy votaries otherwhere.

Ve. You're chaste indeed! do not we

know,

You to your sweetheart nightling

Endymion is not kiss'd no, you
On his face but let fall dew!
Some may wonder what doth ail
Your lips, but kisses made them
pale;

Methinks the Moon should blush.
Di. I do

Sometimes, but 'tis for such as

you;

Then hide myself within a mist,
For shame to see thee clipp'd and
kiss'd.

Ve. Draw, Cupid; shall thy mother be
Brand by a huntress? let me see,
I want one shaft.

Cu. Mother, not so,

You may quickly break my bow;
Here Diana doth command,
My bow is frozen to my hand;
Beside, the ladies' breasts are here,
Such proofs against my shafts, I
fear,

Each arrow would, to our disgrace,
Break, or rebound in my own face;
Mother, fly hence, or you will be,

If you'll stay, made as chaste as
she.

Ve. Can her magic charm them so?
Then 'tis time that Venus go,

To seek her own more choice delight: Against my will, enjoy this night. Di. Cupid, if you mean to stay,

Throw your licentious shafts away,
Then you are Love, then be embraced,
Love is welcome while he's chaste.
Now, some other strain to show
What pleasures to this night we owe.
[A Dance.

Enter Barker, like a Satyr dancing.

Fr. My lord, my ladies, will you see a monster?

I have not met such another in all my

travels.

Lu. What have we here? a satyr!
Bo. No, 'tis a dancing-bear.
Lord Ra. What is the device?
Ba. Wonder that a satyr can

Put off wildness and turn man.
Love such miracles can do;
But this owes itself to you,
Bright lady.

Ho. Keep the goblin from me, gentle.

men.

Ba. You'll know me.

Omnes. Barker !

Ba. No more the cynic; I protest

You have converted me.

Ho. Your meaning, sir?

Fr. Why, if I must; gentlemen, you imagine I ha' been at Venice; but I stayed at Gravesend all this summer, expecting a wind, and finding it so uncertain, will defer the voyage till the spring. I am not the first whom the winds and seas have crossed.

Tr. Then you have crossed no sea?

Fr. If you please, I'll require but my principal; and for your good company, I'll stay at home for good and all, to be merry.

Lord Ra. Nay, nay; you shall go your voyage; we would not have you lose the benefit of travel; when you come home, you may summon your debtors by a drum, and showing your bag of certifi

cates

Bo. Receive your money when you can get it, and be knighted.

Fr. I thank you, gentlemen: I am in

Al. I wonder you

Will question it; ask a ground or reason Of men bred in this vile, degenerate age! The most men are not good, and it agrees

not

With impious natures to allow what's honest;

'Tis an offence enough to be exalted To regal favours. Great men are not safe

In their own vice, where good men, by the hand

Of kings, are planted to survey their workings.

What man was ever fix'd i' th' sphere of honour,

And precious to his sovereign, whose actions,

Nay, very soul, was not exposed to every Common and base dissection? and not only

That which in nature hath excuse, and in Themselves is privileged by name of frailty,

But even virtues are made crimes, and doom'd

To th' fate of treason.

His love to justice, and corruption's hate, Are true and hearty?

Al. Judge yourself by this One argument, his hearty truth to all; For in the heart hath anger his wisest seat;

And 'gainst unjust suits such brave anger fires him,

That when they seek to pass his place and power,

Though moved and urged by the other minion,

Or by his greatest friends, and even the king

Lead them to his allowance with his hand, First given in bill, assign'd, even then his spirit

(In nature calm as any summer's evening), Puts up his whole powers like a winter's

sea,

His blood boils over, and his heart even cracks

At the injustice, and he tears the bill,

And would do, were he for't to be torn in pieces.

As. 'Tis brave, I swear.

Al. Nay, it is worth your wonder, That I must tell you further, there's no needle

In a sun-dial, placed upon his steel
In such a tender posture, that doth tremble,
The timely dial being held amiss,
And will shake ever till you hold it right,
More tender than himself in anything
That he concludes in justice for the state:
For, as a fever held him, he will shake
When he is signing anything of weight,
Lest human frailty should misguide his
justice.

As. You have declared him a most noble justicer.

Al. He truly weighs and feels, sir, what a charge

The subjects' livings are (being even their lives

Laid on the hand of power), which abused, Though seen blood flow not from the justice-seat,

'Tis in true sense as grievous and as horrid. As. It argues nothing less; but since your lord

Is diversely reported for his parts, What's your true censure of his general worth,

Virtue, and judgment?

Al. As of a picture wrought to optic

reason,

That to all passers-by seems, as they move, Now woman, now a monster, now a devil,

And, till you stand, and in a right line view it,

You cannot well judge what the main form is;

So men, that view him but in vulgar passes,

Casting but lateral, or partial glances
At what he is, suppose him weak, unjust
Bloody, and monstrous; but stand free
and fast,

And judge him by no more than what you know

Ingenuously, and by the right laid line
Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve
Of wise, just, good; a man, both soul and

nerve.

As. Sir, I must join in just belief with you;

But what's his rival, the lord high constable?

Al. As just, and wel! inclined, when he's himself

(Not wrought on with the counsels and opinions

Of other men), and the main difference is,
The admiral is not flexible, nor won
To move one scruple, when he compre
hends

The honest tract and justness of a cause:
The constable explores not so sincerely
The course he runs, but takes the mind of
others

(By name judicial), for what his own Judgment and knowledge should conclude. As. A fault,

In my apprehension: another's knowledge,

Applied to my instruction, cannot equal My own soul's knowledge, how to inform acts;

The sun's rich radiance, shot through waves most fair,

Is but a shadow to his beams i' th' air;
His beams, that in the air we so admire,
Is but a darkness to his flame in fire;
In fire his fervour but as vapour flies,
To what his own pure bosom rarefies:
And the Almighty wisdom, having given
Each man within himself an apter light
To guide his acts, than any light without

him

As. I wish it may; the king being made first mover

To form their reconcilement, and inflame it With all the sweetness of his praise and honour.

Al. See, 'tis despatch'd, I hope; the king doth grace it. Loud Music, and enter Ushers before Secretary, Treasurer, Chancellor, Admiral, Constable, hand in hand, the King following, others attend,

Ki. This doth express the noblest fruit of peace.

Chan. Which, when the great begin,
the humble end

In joyful imitation, all combining
A Gordian beyond the Phrygian knot,
Past wit to loose it, or the sword; be
still so.

Tr. 'Tis certain, sir; by concord least
things grow

Most great, and flourishing like trees, that wrap

Their forehead in the skies; may these do so!

Ki. You hear, my lord, all that is spoke contends

To celebrate, with pious vote, the atone

ment

So lately, and so nobly made between

you.

Chab. Which, for itself, sir, [I] resolve to keep

Pure and inviolable, needing none

To encourage or confirm it, but my own Love and allegiance to your sacred counsel. Ki. 'Tis good, and pleases, like my dearest health.

Stand you firm on that sweet simplicity? Mo. Past all earth policy that would infringe it.

Ki. 'Tis well, and answers all the doubts suspected.-

Enter one that whispers with the Admiral.

And what moves this close message, Philip?

Chab. My wife's father, sir, is closely

come to court.

Ki. Is he come to the court, whose aversation

So much affects him, that he shuns and flies it?

What's the strange reason that he will not rise

Above the middle region he was born in? Chab. He saith, sir, 'tis because the extreme of height

We must beseech your stay. Mo. My stay?

Chan. Our counsels

[Exit.

Have led you thus far to your reconcilement,

And must remember you to observe the end

At which, in plain, I told you then we aim'd at:

You know we all urged the atonement, rather

To enforce the broader difference between you,

Than to conclude your friendship, which wise men

Know to be fashionable, and privileged policy,

And will succeed betwixt you and the admiral,

As sure as fate, if you please to get sign'd

A suit now to the king, with all our hands,

Which will so much incense his precise justice,