_Ham._ How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow restie? _Gil._ No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont. _Ham._ How then? _Gil._ Yfaith my Lord, noueltie carries it away, For the principall publike audience that 75 Came to them, are turned to priuate playes, And to the humour of children. _Ham._ I doe not greatly wonder of it, For those that would make mops and moes At my vncle, when my father liued, 80 Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds For his picture: but they shall be welcome, He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me, The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target, The louer shall sigh gratis, 85 The clowne shall make them laugh That are tickled in the lungs, or the blanke verse shall halt for't, And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely. _The Trumpets sound, Enter Corambis._ Do you see yonder great baby? He is not yet out of his swadling clowts. 90 _Gil._ That may be, for they say an olde man Is twice a childe. _Ham._ Ile prophecie to you, hee comes to tell mee a the Players, You say true, a monday last, t'was so indeede. _Cor._ My lord, I haue news to tell you. 95 _Ham._ My Lord, I haue newes to tell you: When _Rossios_ was an Actor in _Rome_. _Cor._ The Actors are come hither, my lord. _Ham._ Buz, buz. _Cor._ The best Actors in Christendome, 100 Either for Comedy, Tragedy, Historie, Pastorall, Pastorall, Historicall, Historicall, Comicall, Comicall historicall, Pastorall, Tragedy historicall: _Seneca_ cannot be too heauy, nor _Plato_ too light: For the law hath writ those are the onely men. 105 _Ha._ O _Iepha_ Iudge of _Israel_! what a treasure hadst thou? _Cor._ Why what a treasure had he my lord? _Ham._ Why one faire daughter, and no more, The which he loued passing well. _Cor._ A, stil harping a my daughter! well my Lord, 110 If you call me _Iepha_, I hane a daughter that I loue passing well. _Ham._ Nay that followes not. _Cor._ What followes then my Lord?