CLOWN. Ho, lords! at the first, I am one too; but hear, Master King, by your leave, a cast. Now you have done with them, I pray you begin with me. KING. Why, what wouldst thou have? CLOWN. O, you forgot now! a little apparel to make's handsome. What, should lords go so beggarly as I do? KING. What I did promise thee, I will perform. Attend on me: come, let's depart. [_They all speak_. We'll wait on you with all our hearts. CLOWN. And with a piece of my liver too. [_Exeunt omnes_. _Enter_ COMEDY _and_ ENVY. COMEDY. How now, Envy? what, blushest thou already? Peep forth, hide not thy head with shame; But with a courage praise a woman's deeds. Thy threats were vain, thou couldst do me no hurt, Although thou seem'st to cross me with despite, I overwhelm'd and turn'd upside down thy block, And made thyself to stumble at the same. ENVY. Though stumbled, yet not overthrown: Thou canst not draw my heart to mildness, Yet must I needs confess thou hast done well, And play'd thy part with mirth and pleasant glee. Say all this; yet canst thou not conquer me, Although this time thou hast got-- Yet not the conquest neither, A double revenge another time I'll have.[198] COMEDY. Then, caitiff cursed, stoop upon thy knee; Yield to a woman, though not to me, And from her foes high God defend her still, That they 'gainst her may never work their will. ENVY. Envy, were he never so stout Would beck and bow unto her majesty. Indeed, Comedy, thou hast overrun me now, And forc'd me stoop unto a woman's sway. God grant her grace amongst us long may reign, And those that would not have it so, Would that by Envy soon their hearts they might forego. COMEDY. The council, nobles, and this realm, Lord, guide it still with thy most holy hand! The Commons and the subjects, grant them grace. Their prince to serve, her to obey, and treason to deface: Long may she reign in joy and great felicity, Each Christian heart do say amen with me. [_Exeunt_. FINIS. THE TWO ANGRY WOMEN OF ABINGTON. _EDITION. The Pleasant Historie of the two angrie women of Abington. With the humorous mirthe of Dick Coomes and Nicholas Prouerbes, two Seruingmen. As it was lately playde by the right Honorable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord high Admirall, his seruants. By Henry Porter Gent. Imprinted at London for Ioseph Hunt, and William Ferbrand, and are to be solde at the Corner of Colman-streete, neere Loathburie_. 1599. 4º. Another 4º, printed for Ferbrand alone, was published during the same year.--_Dyce_. [DYCE'S PREFACE.][199]