_Gon._ May one have the sight of such a fellow for nothing? Doth there breathe such an egregious ass? Is there such a foolish animal in _rerum natura_? How is it possible such simplicity can exist? Let us not lose our laughing at him, for God's sake! Let Folly's sceptre light upon him, and to the ship of fools with him instantly! _Don._ Of all these follies I arrest your grace. _Gon._ Me? ha! me? me, varlet? me, fool? Ha! to th' jail with him! What, varlet? call me ass?--me? _Herc._ What! grave Urbin's duke? 441 Dares Folly's sceptre touch his prudent shoulders? Is he a coxcomb? No, my lord is wise; For we all know that Urbin's duke has eyes. _Gon._ God ha' mercy, Fawn! Hold fast, varlet! Hold thee, good Fawn!--railing reprobate! _Herc._ Indeed, I must confess your grace did tell And first did intimate your daughter's love To otherwise most cold Tiberio; After convey'd her private favour to him, 450 A curious scarf, wherein her needle wrought Her private love to him. _Gon._ What! I do this? Ha! _Herc._ And last, by her persuasion, show'd the youth The very way and best-elected time To come unto her chamber. _Gon._ Thus did I, sir? _Herc._ Thus did you, sir; but I must confess You meant not to do this, but were rankly gull'd-- Made a plain natural. This sure, sir, you did. And in assurance, Prince Tiberio, Renowned, witted Dulcimel, appear! 460 The acts of constant honour cannot fear. [_Exit_ HERCULES. TIBERIO _and_ DULCIMEL _above, are discovered hand in hand_. _Dul._ Royally wise and wisely royal father---- _Don._ That's sententious now--a figure call'd in art Ironia. _Dul._ I humbly thank your worthy piety That through your only means I have obtained So fit, [so] loving, and desired a husband. _Gon._ Death o' discretion! if I should prove a fool now. Am not I an ass, think you, ha? I will have them both bound together, and sent to the Duke of Ferrara presently. 471 _Tib._ I am sure, good father, we are both bound together as fast as the priest can make us already. I thank you for it, kind father; I thank you only for't. HERCULES _enters in his own shape_. _Herc._ And as for sending them to the Duke of Ferrara, see, my good lord, Ferrara's o'erjoy'd prince meets thee in fullest wish. _Gon._ By the Lord! I am ashamed of myself, that's the plain troth; but I know now wherefore this parliament[293] was. What a slumber have I been in! 480 _Herc._ Never grieve nor wonder--all things sweetly fit. _Gon._ There is no folly to protested wit. _Herc._ What still in wond'ring ignorance doth rest, In private conference your dear-lov'd breast Shall fully take.--But now we change our face.