_Ter._ Father, and you my Bride; that name to day, Wife, comes not till to morrow: but omitting This enterchange of language; let vs thinke Vpon the King and night, and call our spirits |1330| To a true reckoning; first to Arme our wittes With compleat steele of Iudgement, and our tongs, With sound attillery of Phrases: then Our Bodies must bee motions; moouing first What we speake: afterwards, our very knees |1335| Must humbly seeme to talke, and sute our speech; For a true furnisht Cortyer hath such force, Though his tonge faints, his very legs discourse. _Sir quin._ Sonne Terrill, thou hast drawne his picture right, For hee’s noe full-made Courtier, nor well strung, |1340| That hath not euery ioynt stucke with a tongue. Daughter, if Ladies say, that is the Bride, that’s she, Gaze thou at none, for all will gaze at thee. _Cæl._ Then, ô my father must I goe? O my husband Shall I then goe? O my selfe, will I goe? |1345| _Sir quin._ You must. _Ter._ You shall. _Cæl._ I will, but giue me leaue, To say I may not, nor I ought not, say not |1350| Still, I must goe, let me intreate I may not. _Ter._ You must and shall, I made a deede of gift, And gaue my oath vnto the King, I swore By thy true constancy. _Cæl._ Then keep that word |1355| To sweare by, O let me be constant still. _Ter._ What shall I cancell faith, and breake my oath? _Cæl._ If breaking constancie, thou breakst them both. _Ter._ Thy constancie no euill can pursue. _Cæl._ I may be constant still, and yet not true. |1360| _Ter._ As how? _Cæl._ As thus, by violence detain’d, They may be constant still, that are constrain’d. _Ter._ Constrain’d? that word weighs heauy, yet my oath Weighes downe that word; the kinges thoughts are at oddes, |1365| They are not euen ballanst in his brest; The King may play the man with me; nay more, Kings may vsurpe; my wife’s a woman; yet Tis more then I know yet, that know not her, If she should prooue mankinde, twere rare, fye, fye, |1370| See how I loose my selfe, amongst my thoughts, Thinking to finde my selfe; my oath, my oath. _Sir quin._ I sweare another, let me see, by what, By my long stocking, and my narrow skirtes, Not made to sit vpon, she shall to Court. |1375| I haue a tricke, a charme, that shall lay downe The spirit of lust, and keep thee vndeflowred; Thy husbands honor sau’d, and the hot King, Shall haue enough too. Come, a tricke, a charme. _Exit._ _Cæl._ God keep thy honour safe, my bloud from harme. |1380| _Ter._ Come, my sicke-minded Bride, Ile teach thee how, To relish health a little: Taste this thought, That when mine eyes seru’d loues commission, Vpon thy beauties I did seise on them, To a Kings vse; cure all thy griefe with this, |1385| That his great seale was grauen vpon this ring, And that I was but Steward to a King.