_Vaug._ Good words sir Vaughan? thats by interpretation in english, you’r best giue good words sir Vaughan: god and his Ansells blesse me, what ayles his maiestye to be so tedious and difficult in his right mindes now, I holde my life that file |800| rascall-rymer Horace hath puzd and puzd aboue a hundred merie tales and lyce, into his great and princely eares: by god and he vse it, his being Phœbus priest cannot saue him, if hee were his Sapline too ide prease vpon his coxcomb: good lord blesse me out of his maiesties celler: King Williams, I hope tis none |805| offences to make a supplication to god a mightie for your long life: for by shesu I haue no meaning in’t in all the world, vnles rascalls be here that will haue your grace take shalke for shees, and vnlesse Horace has sent lyce to your maiesty. _King._ Horace, what’s he sir Vaughan? |810| _Vaugh._ As hard-fauourd a fellow as your maiestie has seene in a sommers day: he does pen, an’t please your grace, toyes that will not please your grace; tis a Poet, we call them Bardes in our Countrie, singes ballads and rymes, and I was mightie sealous, that his Inke which is blacke and full of gall, had brought |815| my name to your maiestie, and so lifted vp your hye and princely coller. _King._ I neither know that Horace, nor mine anger, If as thou saist our high and princely choller Be vp, wee’l tread it downe with daunces; Ladies |820| Loose not your men; faire measures must be tread, When by so faire a dauncer you are lead. _Vaugh._ Mistris Miniuer: _Min._ Perdie sir Vaughan I cannot dance. _Vaugh._ Perdie by this Miniuer cappe, and acording to his |825| masesties leaue too, you sall be put in among theise Ladies, & daunce ere long I trest in god, the saking of the seetes. _They daunce a straine, and whilst the others keepe on, the King and Cælestine stay._ _Kin._ That turne faire Bride shews you must turne at night, |830| In that sweet daunce which steales away delight. _Cæl._ Then pleasure is a theife, a fit, a feauer. _Kin._ True, he’s the thiefe, but women the receiuer. _Another change; they fall in, the rest goe on._ _Kin._ This change sweet Maide, saies you must change your life, |835| As Virgins doe. _Cæl._ Virgins nere change their life, She that is wiu’d a maide, is Maide and wife. _Kin._ But she that dyes a Maide;-- _Cæl._ Thrice happy then. |840| _Kin._ Leades Apes in hell. _Cæl._ Better leade Apes then men. _At this third change they end, and she meetes the King._ _Kin._ Well met. _Cæl._ Tis ouertaken. |845| _Kin._ Why faire sweet? _Cæl._ Women are ouertaken when they meete. _Kin._ Your bloud speakes like a coward. _Cæl._ It were good, If euery Maiden blush, had such a bloud. |850| _Kin._ A coward bloud, why whom should maidens feare? _Cæ._ Men, were Maides cowards, they’d not come so nere, My Lord the Measure’s done, I pleade my duetie.