_Tom._ Sirrah, didst not see me serve the fellow a fine trick, when we came over the market-place? _Org._ Why, how was that? _Tom._ Why, he comes to me and said, "Gentlewoman, wilt please you take a pint or a quart?" "No gentlewoman," said I, "but your friend and Dority." _Org._ Excellent!--Come, see where my lord is.--My lord, here is Angelica. _Orl._ Mass, thou say'st true, 'tis she indeed.--How fares the fair Angelica? _Tom._ Well, I thank you heartily. _Orl._ Why, art thou not that same Angelica, With brows as bright as fair Erythea That darks Canopus[160] with her silver hue? _Tom._ Yes, forsooth. _Orl._ Are not these the beauteous cheeks Wherein the lily and the native rose Sit equal-suited with a blushing red? _Tom._ He makes a garden-plot in my face. _Orl._ Are not, my dear, those [the] radiant eyes, Whereout proud Phœbus flasheth out his beams? _Tom._ Yes, yes, with squibs and crackers bravely. _Orl._ You are Angelica? _Tom._ Yes, marry, am I. _Orl._ Where's your sweetheart Medor? _Tom._ Orgalio, give me eighteen-pence, and let me go. _Orl._ Speak, strumpet, speak. _Tom._ Marry, sir, he is drinking a pint or a quart. _Orl._ Why, strumpet, worse than Mars his trothless love, Falser than faithless Cressida! strumpet, thou shalt not 'scape. [_Beats him._ _Tom._ Come, come, you do not use me like a gentlewoman: an if I be not for you, I am for another. _Orl._ Are you? that will I try. [_Beats him out. Exeunt._ ACT THE FOURTH SCENE I.--_The Camp of the_ Twelve Peers of France. _Enter the_ Twelve Peers of France, _with drum and trumpets._ _Ogier._ Brave peers of France, sith we have pass'd the bounds, Whereby the wrangling billows seek for straits To war with Tellus, and her fruitful mines; Sith we have furrow'd through those wandering tides Of Tyrrhene seas, and made our galleys dance Upon the Hyperborean billows' crests, That brave with streams the watery occident; And found the rich and wealthy Indian clime, Sought-to by greedy minds for hurtful gold; Now let us seek to venge the lamp of France That lately was eclipsèd in Angelica; Now let us seek Orlando forth, our peer, Though from his former wits lately estrang'd, Yet famous in our favours as before; And, sith by chance we all encounter'd be, Let's seek revenge on her that wrought his wrong. _Namus._ But being thus arriv'd in place unknown, Who shall direct our course unto the court Where brave Marsilius keeps his royal state? _Ogier._ Lo, here, two Indian palmers hard at hand, Who can perhaps resolve our hidden doubts. _Enter_ MARSILIUS _and_ MANDRICARD _like Palmers._ Palmers, God speed. _Mars._ Lordings, we greet you well. _Ogier._ Where lies Marsilius' court, friend, canst thou tell? _Mars._ His court's his camp; the prince is now in arms. _Turpin._ In arms! What's he that dares annoy so great a king?