Mullisheg. To these I vow and seal. Bess. These being assured, Your courtship’s free, and henceforth we secured. Mullisheg. Say, gentlemen of England, what’s your fashion And garb of entertainment? Goodlack. Our first greeting Begins still on the lips. Mullisheg. Fair creature, shall I be immortalized With that high favour? Bess. ’Tis no immodest thing You ask, nor shame for Bess to kiss a king. [_Kisses him_. Mullisheg. This kiss hath all my vitals ecstasied. Roughman. Captain, This king is mightily in love. Well, let her Do as she list, I’ll make use of his bounty. Goodlack. We should be madmen else. Mullisheg. Grace me so much as take your seat by me. Bess. I’ll be so far commanded. Mullisheg. Sweet, your age? Bess. Not fully yet seventeen. Mullisheg. But how your birth? How came you to this wealth, To have such gentlemen at your command, And what your cause of travel? Bess. Mighty prince, If you desire to see me beat my breast, Pour forth a river of increasing tears, Then you may urge me to that sad discourse. Mullisheg. Not for Mamorah’s wealth, nor all the gold Coined in rich Barbary. Nay, sweet, arise, And ask of me, be’t half this kingdom’s treasure, And thou art lady on’t. Bess. If I shall ask, ’t must be, you will not give. Our country breeds no beggars; for our hearts Are of more noble temper. Mullisheg. Sweet, your name? Bess. Elizabeth. Mullisheg. There’s virtue in that name. The virgin queen, so famous through the world, The mighty empress of the maiden isle, Whose predecessors have o’errun great France, Whose powerful hand doth still support the Dutch, And keeps the potent king of Spain in awe, Is not she titled so? Bess. She is. Mullisheg. Hath she herself a face so fair as yours, When she appears for wonder? Bess. Mighty Fez, You cast a blush upon my maiden cheek, To pattern me with her. Why, England’s queen, She is the only phœnix of her age, The pride and glory of the Western Isles. Had I a thousand tongues, they all would tire, And fail me in her true description. Mullisheg. Grant me this: To-morrow we supply our judgment seat, And sentence causes; sit with us in state, And let your presence beautify our throne. Bess. In that I am your servant. Mullisheg. And we thine. Set on in state, attendants and full train. But find to ask, we vow thou shalt obtain. [_Exeunt all except_ Goodlack. _Enter_ Clem. Clem. It is not now as when Andrea lived, or rather Andrew, our elder journeyman. What, drawers become courtiers! Now may I speak with the old ghost in Jeronimo-- When this eternal substance of my soul Did live imprisoned in this wanton flesh, I was a courtier in the court of Fez.[2.62] Goodlack. Oh, well done, Clem! It is your mistress’ pleasure, None come ashore that’s not well habited.