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come from all parts of the world, to just and tourney for her love.
Per. Did but my fortunes equal my desires, I'd wish to make one there.
i Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal for - his wife's soul.
Re-enter the Two Fishermen, drawing up a net.
2 Fish. Help, master, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out. Ha! bots on't, tis come at last, and 'tis turn'd to a rusty armour.
Per. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
1 Fish. What mean you, sir?
• To tilt, mock fight.
7 Armour for the arm.
For it was sometime target to a king;
1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
i Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee good on't!
2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up this garment through the rough seams of the waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails. I hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had it.
Per. Believe't, I will. Now, by your furtherance, I am cloth'd in steel; And spite of all the rupture of the sea, This jewel holds his biding 8 on my arm; Unto thy value will I mount myself Upon a courser, whose delightful steps Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.--Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided Of a pair of bases. 9
2 Fish. We'll sure provide : thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself.
· Per. Then honour be but a goal to my will; This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. [Exeunt.
9 A kind of loose breeches.
The same. A publick Way, or Platform, leading to the
Lists. A Pavilion by the Side of it, for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, sc....
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants.
Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
1 Lord. They are, my liege ; And stay your coming to present themselves.
Sim. Return them,' we are ready; and our daughter, In honour of whose birth these triumphs are, Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat For men to see, and seeing wonder at. [E.rit a Lord.
Thai. It pleaseth you, my father, to express
Sim. 'Tis fit it should be so ; for princes are
Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform.
Enter a Knight; he passes over the Stage, and his
Squire presents his Shield to the Princess.
Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father ;
ii.e. Return them notice.
2 Emblem on a shield. 3 Offer.
The word,+ Lux tua vita mihi.
[The second Knight passes, Who is the second, that presents himself?
Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father; And the device he bears upon his shield Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady : The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu per dulçura que per
fuerça.s [The third Knight passes. Sim. And what's the third? Thai.
The third, of Antioch; And his device, a wreath of chivalry : The word, Me pompæ provexit apex,
[The fourth Knight passes, Sim. What is the fourth ?
Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down; The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit. Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his power and
will, Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.
[The fifth Knight passes. Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds; Holding out gold, that's by the touchstone tried : The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.
[The sixth Knight passes, Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the
knight himself With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
Thai. He seems a stranger ; but his present is A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; The motto, In hac
4 The motto.
5 i. e. More by sweetness than by force.
Sim. A pretty moral ; From the dejected state wherein he is, He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish. 1 Lord, He had need mean better than his out
ward show Can any way speak in his just commend : For, by his rusty outside, he appears To have practis'd more the whipstock,6 than the lance.
2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished.
3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Into the gallery.
[Exeunt. [Great shouts, and all cry, The mean knight.
The same. A Hall of State.--A Banquet prepared,
every worth in show commends itself. Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast : You are my guests.
Handle of a whip.