Scoen. 1.
Enter FRANKE and GEORGE, as walking to TOTENHAM-COVET.
George.
FIe Franke; there's such a disproportion,
'Twill nere be brought to an equalitie.
Fr.
Why George, dost think th'exterior goods of ••ortune,
Or titular greatnesse that derives it selfe
From larger springs, and slow's to swell the blood
With attributes of gentle, or of noble
Can make the difference such, that the free soule
Must have the limits of her large desires
Prescrib'd by them? Nature's impartiall:
And in her worke of man pre••er's not names
Of auncestors▪ She sometimes formes a piece
For admiration from the basest earth
That holds a soule: and to a Beggars issue
Gives those perfections make a beauty up;
When purer molds po'ish'd and g'oss'd with titles,
Honours and wealth, bestow upon their bloods
Deform'd impressions; objects onely fit
For sport or pitty.
Geo.
Yet never can the mixture
Of gold with clay make any transformation
Of that base matter into purer metall.