Printed at London :: By V[alentine] S[immes] for William Aspley, and are to be solde at his shop in Paules Church-yard,
[1604]
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"The malcontent. By Iohn Marston. 1604." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A07071.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 1, 2024.
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SCENA SECVNDA.
Aur.
We will daunce, musique, we will daunce.
Guer.
Lesquanto (Ladie) penses bien, passa regis, or Beanchas brawle.
Aur.
We haue forgot the brawle.
Fer.
So soone? tis wonder.
Guerrino
Why tis but two singles on the left, two on the right, three double forward, a trauerse of six round: do this twice, three singles side, galliard tricke of twenty, curranto pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken downe, come vp, meete two doubles, fall backe, and then honor.
Aurelia
O Dedalus! thy maze, I haue quite forgot it.
Maq.
Trust me so haue I, sauing the falling back, and then honor.
Enter Prepasso.
Aurelia
Musicke, musicke.
Prepasso
Who saw the duke? the duke.
Enter Equato.
Aurel.
Musicke.
Equato
The duke, is the duke returned?
Aurelia
Musicke:
Enter Celso.
Celso
The duke is either quite inuisible, or else is not.
Aurelia
We are not pleased with your intrusion vppon our priuate retirement: we are not pleasde: you haue for∣got your selues.
Enter a Page.
Celso
Boy, thy Maister, where's the Duke?
Page
Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread ioylesse limbs: he tolde me he was heauy, would sleep, bade
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me walke off, for that the strength of fantasie oft made him talking in his dreames: I strait obeide, nor neuer saw him since: but, where so ere he is, hee's sad.
Aur.
Musicke sound high, as is our heart, sound high.
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