_Ateu._ These lets are but as moaths against the sun, Yet not so great, like dust before the winde: Yet not so light. Tut pacifie your grace, You haue the sword and scepter in your hand, You are the King, the state depends on you: Your will is law, say that the case were mine, Were she my sister whom your highnesse loues, She should consent, for that our liues, our goods, 380 Depend on you, and if your Queene repine, Although my nature cannot brooke of blood, And Schollers grieue to heare of murtherous deeds, But if the Lambe should let the Lyons way, By my aduise the Lambe should lose her life. Thus am I bold to speake vnto your grace, Who am too base to kisse your royall feete, For I am poore, nor haue I land nor rent, Nor countenance here in Court, but for my loue, Your Grace shall find none such within the realme. 390 _K. of S._ Wilt thou effect my loue, shal she be mine? _Ateu._ Ile gather Moly-rocus, and the earbes, That heales the wounds of body and the minde, Ile set out charmes and spels, nought else shalbe left, To tame the wanton if she shall rebell, Giue me but tokens of your highnesse trust. _K. of S._ Thou shalt haue gold, honor and wealth inough, Winne my Loue, and I will make thee great. _Ateu._ These words do make me rich most noble Prince, I am more proude of them then any wealth, 400 Did not your grace suppose I flatter you, Beleeue me I would boldly publish this: Was neuer eye that saw a sweeter face, Nor neuer eare that heard a deeper wit, Oh God how I am rauisht in your woorth. _K. of S._ _Ateu._ Follow me, loue must haue ease. _Ateu._ Ile kisse your highnesse feet, march when you please. _Exeunt._ _Enter ~Slipper~, ~Nano~, and ~Andrew~, with their billes readie _I. ii._ written in their hands._ 410 _Andrew._ Stand back sir, mine shall stand highest. _Slip._ Come vnder mine arme sir, or get a footstoole, Or else by the light of the Moone, I must come to it. _Nano._ Agree my maisters, euery man to his height, Though I stand lowest, I hope to get the best maister. _Andr._ Ere I will stoupe to a thistle, I will change turnes, As good lucke comes on the right hand, as the left: Here’s for me, and me, and mine. _Andr._ But tell me fellowes till better occasion come, Do you seeke maisters? 420 _Ambo._ We doo. _Andr._ But what can you do worthie preferment? _Nano._ Marry I can smell a knaue from a Rat. _Slip._ And I can licke a dish before a Cat. _Andr._ And I can finde two fooles vnfought, How like you that? But in earnest, now tell me of what trades are you two?