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THE LIFE OF TYMON
OF ATHENS.
Actus primus. Scœna Prima.
Enter Poet, Painter, Ieweller, Merchant, and Mercer,
at seuerall doores.
at seuerall doores.
Pain.
I am glad y'are well.
I am glad y'are well.
Poet.
I haue not seene you long, how goes the World?
I haue not seene you long, how goes the World?
Pain.
It weares sir, as it growes.
It weares sir, as it growes.
Poet.
I that's well knowne:
But what particular Rarity? What strange,
Which manifold record not matches: see
Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power
Hath coniur'd to attend.
I know the Merchant.
I that's well knowne:
But what particular Rarity? What strange,
Which manifold record not matches: see
Magicke of Bounty, all these spirits thy power
Hath coniur'd to attend.
I know the Merchant.
Pain.
I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.
I know them both: th'others a Ieweller.
Mer.
O 'tis a worthy Lord.
O 'tis a worthy Lord.
Iew.
Nay that's most fixt.
Nay that's most fixt.
Mer.
A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:
He passes.
A most incomparable man, breath'd as it were,
To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse:
He passes.
Iew.
I haue a Iewell heere.
I haue a Iewell heere.
Mer.
O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?
O pray let's see't. For the Lord Timon, sir?
Iewel.
If he will touch the estimate. But for that—
If he will touch the estimate. But for that—
Poet.
When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,
It staines the glory in that happy Verse,
Which aptly sings the good.
When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,
It staines the glory in that happy Verse,
Which aptly sings the good.
Mer.
'Tis a good forme.
'Tis a good forme.
Iewel.
And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.
And rich: heere is a Water looke ye.
Pain.
You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedication to the great Lord.
You are rapt sir, in some worke, some Dedication to the great Lord.
Poet.
A thing slipt idlely from me.
Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses
From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint
Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame
Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes
Each bound it chases. What haue you there?
A thing slipt idlely from me.
Our Poesie is as a Gowne, which vses
From whence 'tis nourisht: the fire i'th'Flint
Shewes not, till it be strooke: our gentle flame
Prouokes it selfe, and like the currant flyes
Each bound it chases. What haue you there?
Pain.
A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?
A Picture sir: when comes your Booke forth?
Poet.
Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.
Let's see your peece.
Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir.
Let's see your peece.
Pain.
'Tis a good Peece.
'Tis a good Peece.
Poet.
So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.
So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.
Pain.
Indifferent.
Indifferent.
Poet.
Admirable: How this grace
Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power
This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination
Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,
One might interpret.
Admirable: How this grace
Speakes his owne standing: what a mentall power
This eye shootes forth? How bigge imagination
Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbnesse of the gesture,
One might interpret.
Pain.
It is a pretty mocking of the life:
Heere is a touch: Is't good?
It is a pretty mocking of the life:
Heere is a touch: Is't good?
Poet.
I will say of it,
It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife
Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life.
I will say of it,
It Tutors Nature, Artificiall strife
Liues in these toutches, liuelier then life.
Enter certaine Senators.
Pain.
How this Lord is followed.
How this Lord is followed.
Poet.
The Senators of Athens, happy men.
The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Pain.
Looke moe.
Looke moe.
Po.
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,
I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe
In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leauing no Tract behinde.
You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors,
I haue in this rough worke, shap'd out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moues it selfe
In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold,
But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leauing no Tract behinde.
Pain.
How shall I vnderstand you?
How shall I vnderstand you?
Poet.
I will vnboult to you.
You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,
As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe
Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,
Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loues better
Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe
The knee before him, and returnes in peace
Most rich in Timons nod.
I will vnboult to you.
You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,
As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe
Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,
Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loues better
Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe
The knee before him, and returnes in peace
Most rich in Timons nod.
Pain.
I saw them speake together.
I saw them speake together.
Poet.
Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
The Base o'th'Mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures
That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
To propagate their states; among'st them all,
Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,
One do I personate of Lord Timons frame,
Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,
Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants
Translates his Riuals.
Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
The Base o'th'Mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures
That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
To propagate their states; among'st them all,
Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,
One do I personate of Lord Timons frame,
Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her,
Whose present grace, to present slaues and seruants
Translates his Riuals.
Pain.
'Tis conceyu'd, to scope
This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes
With one man becken'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy Mount
To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest
In our Condition.
'Tis conceyu'd, to scope
This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill me thinkes
With one man becken'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy Mount
To climbe his happinesse, would be well exprest
In our Condition.
Poet.
Nay Sir, but heare me on:
All those which were his Fellowes but of late,
Some better then his valew; on the moment
Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,
Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him
Drinke the free Ayre.
Nay Sir, but heare me on:
All those which were his Fellowes but of late,
Some better then his valew; on the moment
Follow his strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare,
Make Sacred euen his styrrop, and through him
Drinke the free Ayre.
Pain.
I marry, what of these?
I marry, what of these?
Poet.
When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants
Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,
Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
When Fortune in her shift and change of mood
Spurnes downe her late beloued; all his Dependants
Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top,
Euen on their knees and hand, let him sit downe,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain.
Tis common:
A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,
That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,
More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,
To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene
The foot aboue the head.
Tis common:
A thousand morall Paintings I can shew,
That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes,
More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well,
To shew Lord Timon, that meane eyes haue seene
The foot aboue the head.
Trumpets sound.
Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously
to euery Sutor.
Enter Lord Timon, addressing himselfe curteously
to euery Sutor.
Tim.
Imprison'd is he, say you?
Imprison'd is he, say you?
Mes.
I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,
His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:
Your Honourable Letter he desires
To those haue shut him vp, which failing,
Periods his comfort.
I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,
His meanes most short, his Creditors most straite:
Your Honourable Letter he desires
To those haue shut him vp, which failing,
Periods his comfort.
Tim.
Noble Ventidius well:
I am not of that Feather, to shake off
My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him
A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,
Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.
Noble Ventidius well:
I am not of that Feather, to shake off
My Friend when he must neede me. I do know him
A Gentleman, that well deserues a helpe,
Which he shall haue. Ile pay the debt, and free him.
Mes.
Your Lordship euer bindes him.
Your Lordship euer bindes him.
Tim.
Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,
And being enfranchized bid him come to me;
'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
Commend me to him, I will send his ransome,
And being enfranchized bid him come to me;
'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
Mes.
Exit.All happinesse to your Honor.
Exit.All happinesse to your Honor.
Enter an old Athenian.
Oldm.
Lord Timon, heare me speake.
Lord Timon, heare me speake.
Tim.
Freely good Father.
Freely good Father.
Oldm.
Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.
Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius.
Tim.
I haue so: What of him?
I haue so: What of him?
Oldm.
Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Most Noble Timon, call the man before thee.
Tim.
Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.
Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius.
Luc.
Heere at your Lordships seruice.
Heere at your Lordships seruice.
Oldm.
This Fellow heere, (L.)Lord Timon, this thy Creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,
Then one which holds a Trencher.
This Fellow heere, (L.)Lord Timon, this thy Creature,
By night frequents my house. I am a man
That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift,
And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd,
Then one which holds a Trencher.
Tim.
Well: what further?
Well: what further?
Old.
One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,
On whom I may conferre what I haue got:
The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,
And I haue bred her at my deerest cost
In Qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)
Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,
My selfe haue spoke in vaine.
One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin else,
On whom I may conferre what I haue got:
The Maid is faire, a'th'youngest for a Bride,
And I haue bred her at my deerest cost
In Qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her loue: I prythee (Noble Lord)
Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort,
My selfe haue spoke in vaine.
Tim.
The man is honest.
The man is honest.
Oldm.
Therefore he will be Timon,
His honesty rewards him in it selfe,
It must not beare my Daughter.
Therefore he will be Timon,
His honesty rewards him in it selfe,
It must not beare my Daughter.
Tim.
Does she loue him?
Does she loue him?
Oldm.
She is yong and apt:
Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs
What leuities in youth.
She is yong and apt:
Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs
What leuities in youth.
Tim.
Loue you the Maid?
Loue you the Maid?
Luc.
I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.
I my good Lord, and she accepts of it.
Oldm.
If in her Marriage my consent be missing,
I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose
Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,
And dispossesse her all.
If in her Marriage my consent be missing,
I call the Gods to witnesse, I will choose
Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world,
And dispossesse her all.
Tim.
How shall she be endowed,
If she be mated with an equall Husband?
How shall she be endowed,
If she be mated with an equall Husband?
Oldm.
Three Talents on the present; in future, all.
Three Talents on the present; in future, all.
Tim.
This Gentleman of mine
Hath seru'd me long:
To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,
For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,
And make him weigh with her.
This Gentleman of mine
Hath seru'd me long:
To build his Fortune, I will straine a little,
For 'tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
What you bestow, in him Ile counterpoize,
And make him weigh with her.
Oldm.
Most Noble Lord,
Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.
Most Noble Lord,
Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.
Tim.
My hand to thee,
Mine Honour on my promise.
My hand to thee,
Mine Honour on my promise.
Luc.
Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may
That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Exit.Which is not owed to you.
Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may
That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Exit.Which is not owed to you.
Poet.
Vouchsafe my Labour,
And long liue your Lordship.
Vouchsafe my Labour,
And long liue your Lordship.
Tim.
I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:
Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?
I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:
Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?
Pain.
A peece of Painting, which I do beseech
Your Lordship to accept.
A peece of Painting, which I do beseech
Your Lordship to accept.
Tim.
Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almost the Naturall man:
For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,
He is but out-side: These Pensil'd Figures are
Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.
Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almost the Naturall man:
For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,
He is but out-side: These Pensil'd Figures are
Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.
Pain.
The Gods preserue ye.
The Gods preserue ye.
Tim.
Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell
Hath suffered vnder praise.
Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell
Hath suffered vnder praise.
Iewel.
What my Lord, dispraise?
What my Lord, dispraise?
Tim.
A meere saciety of Commendations,
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,
It would vnclew me quite.
A meere saciety of Commendations,
If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,
It would vnclew me quite.
Iewel.
My Lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would giue: but you well know,
Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,
You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.
My Lord, 'tis rated
As those which sell would giue: but you well know,
Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
Are prized by their Masters. Beleeu't deere Lord,
You mend the Iewell by the wearing it.
Tim.
Well mock'd.
Well mock'd.
Enter Apermantus.
Mer.
No my good Lord, he speakes yͤ common toong
Which all men speake with him.
No my good Lord, he speakes yͤ common toong
Which all men speake with him.
Tim.
Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
Looke who comes heere, will you be chid?
Iewel.
Wee'l beare with your Lordship.
Wee'l beare with your Lordship.
Mer.
Hee'l spare none.
Hee'l spare none.
Tim.
Good morrow to thee,
Gentle Apermantus.
Good morrow to thee,
Gentle Apermantus.
Ape.
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.
When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest.
Till I be gentle, stay thou for thy good morrow.
When thou art Timons dogge, and these Knaues honest.
Tim.
Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st
them not?
Why dost thou call them Knaues, thou know'st
them not?
Ape.
Are they not Athenians?
Are they not Athenians?
Tim.
Yes.
Yes.
Ape.
Then I repent not.
Then I repent not.
Iew.
You know me, Apemantus?
You know me, Apemantus?
Ape.
Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.
Thou know'st I do, I call'd thee by thy name.
Tim.
Thou art proud Apemantus?
Thou art proud Apemantus?
Ape.
Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon
Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Timon
Tim.
Whether art going?
Whether art going?
Ape.
To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.
To knocke out an honest Athenians braines.
Tim.
That's a deed thou't dye for.
That's a deed thou't dye for.
Ape.
Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.
Right, if doing nothing be death by th'Law.
Tim.
How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus?
How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus?
Ape.
The best, for the innocence.
The best, for the innocence.
Tim.
Wrought he not well that painted it.
Wrought he not well that painted it.
Ape.
He wrought better that made the Painter, and
yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.
He wrought better that made the Painter, and
yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.
Pain.
Y'are a Dogge.
Y'are a Dogge.
Ape.
Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I
be a Dogge?
Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I
be a Dogge?
Tim.
Wilt dine with me Apemantus?
Wilt dine with me Apemantus?
Ape.
No: I eate not Lords.
No: I eate not Lords.
Tim.
And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.
And thou should'st, thoud'st anger Ladies.
Ape.
O they eate Lords;
So they come by great bellies.
O they eate Lords;
So they come by great bellies.
Tim.
That's a lasciuious apprehension.
That's a lasciuious apprehension.
Ape.
So, thou apprehend'st it,
Take it for thy labour.
So, thou apprehend'st it,
Take it for thy labour.
Tim.
How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?
How dost thou like this Iewell, Apemantus?
Ape.
Not so well as plain-dealing, which wil not cast
a man a Doit.
Not so well as plain-dealing, which wil not cast
a man a Doit.
Tim.
What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?
What dost thou thinke 'tis worth?
Ape.
Not worth my thinking.
How now Poet?
Not worth my thinking.
How now Poet?
Poet.
How now Philosopher?
How now Philosopher?
Ape.
Thou lyest.
Thou lyest.
Poet.
Art not one?
Art not one?
Ape.
Yes.
Yes.
Poet.
Then I lye not.
Then I lye not.
Ape.
Art not a Poet?
Art not a Poet?
Poet.
Yes.
Yes.
Ape.
Then thou lyest:
Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a
worthy Fellow.
Then thou lyest:
Looke in thy last worke, where thou hast fegin'd him a
worthy Fellow.
Poet.
That's not feign'd, he is so.
That's not feign'd, he is so.
Ape.
Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat
terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.
Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o'th flat
terer. Heauens, that I were a Lord.
Tim.
What wouldst do then Apemantus?
What wouldst do then Apemantus?
Ape.
E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with
my heart.
E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with
my heart.
Tim.
What thy selfe?
What thy selfe?
Ape.
I.
I.
Tim.
Wherefore?
Wherefore?
Ape.
That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.
Art not thou a Merchant?
That I had no angry wit to be a Lord.
Art not thou a Merchant?
Mer.
I Apemantus.
I Apemantus.
Ape.
Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.
Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.
Mer.
If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.
If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it.
Ape.
Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee.
Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee.
Trumpet sounds. Enter a Messenger.
Tim.
What Trumpets that?
What Trumpets that?
Mes.
'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse
All of Companionship.
'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse
All of Companionship.
Tim.
Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.
You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done
Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.
Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
Most welcome Sir.
Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.
You must needs dine with me: go not you hence
Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done
Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your sights.
Enter Alcibiades with the rest.
Most welcome Sir.
Ape.
So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your
supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest
these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of
mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.
So, so; their Aches contract, and sterue your
supple ioynts: that there should bee small loue amongest
these sweet Knaues, and all this Curtesie. The straine of
mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.
Alc.
Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed
Most hungerly on your sight.
Sir, you haue sau'd my longing, and I feed
Most hungerly on your sight.
Tim.
Right welcome Sir:
Ere we depatt, wee'l share a bounteous time
In different pleasures.
Exeunt.Pray you let vs in.
Right welcome Sir:
Ere we depatt, wee'l share a bounteous time
In different pleasures.
Exeunt.Pray you let vs in.
Enter two Lords.
1. Lord.
What time a day is't Apemantus?
What time a day is't Apemantus?
Ape.
Time to be honest.
Time to be honest.
1
That time serues still.
That time serues still.
Ape.
The most accursed thou that still omitst it.
The most accursed thou that still omitst it.
2
Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast.
Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast.
Ape.
I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.
I, to see meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.
2
Farthee well, farthee well.
Farthee well, farthee well.
Ape.
Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.
Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.
2
Why Apemantus?
Why Apemantus?
Ape.
Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane
to giue thee none.
Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe, for I meane
to giue thee none.
1
Hang thy selfe.
Hang thy selfe.
Ape.
No I will do nothing at thy bidding:
Make thy requests to thy Friend.
No I will do nothing at thy bidding:
Make thy requests to thy Friend.
2
Away vnpeaceable Dogge,
Or Ile spurne thee hence.
Away vnpeaceable Dogge,
Or Ile spurne thee hence.
Ape.
I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.
I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Asse.
1
Hee's opposite to humanity.
Comes shall we in,
And taste Lord Timons bountie: he out-goes
The verie heart of kindnesse.
Hee's opposite to humanity.
Comes shall we in,
And taste Lord Timons bountie: he out-goes
The verie heart of kindnesse.
2
He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold
Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes
Seuen-fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,
But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding
All vse of quittance.
He powres it out: Plutus the God of Gold
Is but his Steward: no meede but he repayes
Seuen-fold aboue it selfe: No guift to him,
But breeds the giuer a returne: exceeding
All vse of quittance.
1
The Noblest minde he carries,
That euer gouern'd man.
The Noblest minde he carries,
That euer gouern'd man.
2
Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?
Exeunt.Ile keepe you Company.
Long may he liue in Fortunes. Shall we in?
Exeunt.Ile keepe you Company.