Actus V.
Scaena Prima.
Enter Ascanio, and Martia above.
Mart.
As you are noble, keep me from discovery,
And let me only run a strangers fortune;
For when the King shall find I am his daughter
He ever holds most ominous, and hates most:
With what eyes can he look, how entertain me,
But with his fears and cruelties?
Asc.
I have found you,
Suspect not, I am bound to what you like best,
What you intend, I dare not be so curious
To question now, and what you are, lies hid here.
Enter Ferrand and Ronvere above.
The King comes, make your fortune, I shall joy in't.
Ron.
All things are ready sir to make you merry,
And such a King, you shall behold him now.
Fer.
I long for't,
For I have need of mirth.
Ron.
The Lady sir.
Fer.
Now as I am a King, a sprightly beauty,
A goodly sweet aspect! my thanks Ronvere,
My best thanks; on your lips I seal your wishes,
Be what you can; imagine mine, and happy.
And now sit down and smile; come my Ascanio;
And let this Monarch enter.
Enter Sess. and Mr. Bortsw. Gunner, and Saylors.
Ronv.
These are the Switzers:
I told your grace of.
Fer.
Goodly promising fellows,
With faces to keep fools in awe, I like 'em;
Go guard the presence well, and do your duties,
To morrow I shall take a farther view:
Sess.
You shall Sir,
Or I shall loose my will; how the whore's mounted?
How she sits thron'd? thou blasing muddy meteor,
That frightest the under world with lustful flashes,
How I shall dash thy flames? away, no word more:
Ex. Sess. and his company. Florish Cor.
Enter Villio, Castruchio, Doctor, and a Guard.
Fer.
Now, here he comes in glory; be merry Masters,
A Banquet too? meat conveyed away.
Ron.
O, he must sit in State Sir!
Asca.
How rarely he is usher'd? can he think now
He is a King indeed?
Ron.
Mark but his countenance.
Cast.
Let me have pleasures infinite, and to the height,
And women in abundance, many women,
Enter Ladies.
I will disport my grace,
Stand there and long for me.
What have ye brought me here? is this a Feast
Fit for a Prince? a mighty Prince? are these things,
These preparations, ha?
Doct.
May it please your grace?
Cast.
It does not please my grace: where are the Marchpanes,
The Custards double royal, and the subtilties?
Why, what weak things are you to serve a Prince thus?
Where be the delicates oth' earth and ayr?
The hidden secrets of the Sea? am I a plow-man,
You pop me up with porridge? hang the Cooks.
Fer.
O most Kingly:
What a Majestick anger?
Cast.
Give me some wine.
Asca.
He cools agen now.
Cast.
Fool where are my Players?
Let me have all in pomp; let 'em play some love matter,
To make the Ladies itch, I'll be with you anon Ladies;
You black eyes, I'll be with you.
Give me some wine I say,
And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter:
Of mine own Cuckolds,
And let them come in, peeping and rejoycing.
Just as I kiss their wives, and somewhat glorying.
Some wine I say, then for an excellent night-piece,
To shew my glory to my loves, and minions,
I will have some great Castle burnt.
Vil.
Hark you brother:
If that be to please these Ladies, ten to one
The fire first takes upon your own, look to that;
Then you may shew a night piece.
Cast.
Where's this wine?
Why shall I choak? do ye long all to be tortur'd?