_Law._ Good Lord, that their Diuines should see so farre In others faults, without amending theirs? Sir, sir, the generall defaults in state, (If you would read before you did correct) Are by a hidden working from aboue, 2200 By their successiue changes still remainde, Were not the lawe by contraries maintainde, How could the trueth from falsehood be discernde? Did wee not tast the bitternesse of warre? How could wee knowe the sweet effects of peace? Did wee not feele the nipping winter frostes, How should we know the sweetnesse of the spring? Should all things still remaine in one estate, Should not in greatest arts some scarres be found, Were all vpright and changd, what world were this? 2210 A _Chaos_, made of quiet, yet no world, Because the parts thereof did still accord, This matter craues a variance not a speech, But sir Diuine to you, looke on your maimes, Diuisions, sects, your summonies and bribes: Your cloaking with the great, for feare to fall, You shall perceiue you are the cause of all. Did each man know there were a storme at hand, Who would not cloath him well, to shun the wet? Did Prince and Peere, the Lawyer and the least, 2220 Know what were sinne, without a partiall glose, Wee need no long discouery then of crimes, For each would mend, aduis’de by holy men: Thus but slightly shadow out your sinnes, But if they were depainted out for life, Alasse wee both had wounds inough to heale. _Merch._ None of you both I see but are in fault, Thus simple men as I do swallow flies, This graue Diuine can tell vs what to do, But wee may say: Phisitian mend thy selfe, 2230 This Lawyer hath a pregnant wit to talke, But all are words, I see no deeds of woorth. _Law._ Good Merchant lay your fingers on your mouth, Be not a blab, for feare you bite your selfe, What should I terme your state, but euen the way To euery ruine in this Common-weale, You bring vs in the meanes of all excesse, You rate it, and retalde it as you please, You sweare, forsweare, and all to compasse wealth, Your mony is your God, your hoord your heauen, 2240 You are the groundworke ofcontention: First heedlesse youth, by you is ouerreacht, Wee are corrupted by your many crownes: The Gentlemen, whose titles you haue bought, Loose all their fathers toyle within a day, Whilst _Hob_ your sonne, and _Sib_ your nutbrowne childe, Are Gentle folkes, and Gentles are beguilde: This makes so many Noble maides to stray, And take sinister courses in the state. _Enter a Scout._ _Scout._ My friends begone and if you loue your liues, 2250 The King of England marcheth heere at hand, Enter the campe for feare you bee surprisde. _Diuine._ Thankes gentle scout, God mend that is amisse, And place true, zeale whereas corruption is. ._Exeun.._ _Enter Dorothea, Ladie Anderson and Nano._ _V. v._