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LONDON, Printed by William Stansby, for Edward Blount. 1632.
IOS and Smyrna were two sweet Cities, the firstst na- med of the Violet, the lat- ter of the Myrrhe: Homer was borne in the one, and buried in the other; Your Maiesties iudgement and fauour, are our Sunne and shadow, the one comming of you deepe wisdome, the other of your wonted grace. Wee in all humilitie desire, that by the former, r ceiuing ou first breath, we may in the latter, take our last rest. Augusstus Cæsar had such piercing eyes, that who so looked on him, was con- strained to winke. Your Hignesse hath so perfit a iudgement, that whatsoeuer wee offer, wee are enforced to blush; yet as the Athenians were most curious, that the Lawne where with Minerua was couered, should be without spot or wrinkle, so have P2 we The Prologue. we endeuoured with all care, that what we present your Highnesse, should neither of- fend in Scene nor syllable, knowing that as in the ground where gold groweth, nothing will prosper but Gold, so in you Ma- iesties mind, where nothing doth harbour but vertue, nothing can enter but ver- tue.
Tyterus, Gallathea. Tyterus. THe Sunne doth beate vpon the plainfields, wherefore let vs sit down Gallathea, vn- der this faire Oake, by whose broad leaues, being defended from the warme beames, wee may enjoy the fresh aire, which softly breathes from Humber flouds Galla. Father, you haue deuised wel, and whilst our flocke doth roame vp and downe this plaesant greene, you shall re- count to mee, if it please you, for what P 3cause Gallathea. cause this Tree was dedicated vnto Nep- tune, & why you haue thus disguised me. Tyterus. I doe agree thereto, and when thy state and my care be considered, thou shalt know this question was not asked in vaine. Gallathea. I willingly attend. Tyterus. In times past, where thou seest a heape of small pybble, stood a state- ly Temple of white Marble, which was dedicated to the God of the Sea, (and in right being so neere the Sea) hither came all such as either ventured by long trauell so see Countries or by great traffique to vse merchandise, offering Sacrifice by fire, to get safetie by water; yeelding thankes for perils past, and making prayers for good successe to come; but fortune, con- stant in nothing but inconstancie, did change her copie, as the people their cu- stome, for the Land being oppressed by Danes, who in stead of Sacrifice, commit- ted sacrilege, in stead of Religion, rebel- lion, and made a prey of that in which they should haue made their prayers, tea- ring downe the Temple euen with the earth, being almost equall with the skies, en- Gallathea. enraged so the God, who binds the winds in the hollowes of the earth, that he cau- sed the Seas to breake their bounds, sith men had broke their vowed, and to swell as farre aboue their reach, as the men had swerued beyond their reason: then might you see ships sayle where sheepe fed, an- chors cast where ploguhes goe, fishermen throw their nets, where husbandmen sow their Corne, and fishes throw their scales where fowles doe breed their quils: then might you gather froth where now is dew, rotten weeds for sweete Roses, and take view of monstrous Maremaides, in stead of passing faire Maides. Galla. To hear these sweet maruailes, I would mine eyes were turned also into eares. Tyte. But at the last, our Country-men repenting, and not too late, because at last, Neptune either weary of his wroth, or wary to doe them wrong, vpon condi- tion consented to ease their miseries. Galla. What condition will not mise- rable men accept? Tyte. The condition was this, that at euery fiue yeers day, the fairest and P 4cha- Gallathea. chastest Virgin in all the Countrey, should be brough vnto this Tree, and heere being bound, (whom neither parentage shall excuse for honour, nor vertue for integrity) is left for a peace offering vnto Neptune. Galla. Deere is the peace that is bought with guiltlesse bloud. Tyte. I am not able to say that, but hee sendeth a Monster called the Agar against whose comming the waters roare and the fowles flie away, and the Cattell in the field for terrour, shunne the bankes. Galla. And shee bound to endure that horrour? Tyte. And shee bound to enure that horror. Galla. Doth this Monster deuoure her? Tyte. Whether shee bee deuoured of him, or coneyed to Neptune, or drowned betweene both, it is not per- mmited to know, and incurreth danger to conjecture: Now Gallathea heere endeth my tale and beginneth they tragedie. Galla. Alas father, and why so Tyte. Gallathea. Tyte. I would thou hadst been lesse faire, or more fortunate, the shouldest thou not tepine that I haue disguise thee in this attire, for they beautie will make thee to be thought worthy of this God; to auoide therefore destinie (for wisedome ruleth the starres) I thinke it better to vse an vnlawfull meanes (your Honour pre- serued) then intolerable griefe, both life and honour hazarded, and to preuent (if it be possible) the Constellation by me craft. Now hast thou heard the custome of this Countrey, the cause why this Tree was dedicated vnto Neptune, and the vexing care of thy fearfull Fa- ther. Galla. Father, I haue been attentiue to hear, and by your patience am readie to answere. Destinie may bee deferred, not preuented: and therefore it were bet- ter to offer my selfe in rriumph, then to be drawne to it with dishonour. Hath nature (as you say) made mee so faire aboue all, and shall not vertue make mee as famous as others? Doe you not know (or doth ouercarefulnesse make you forget) that an honorable death is to bee prefer- P 5red. Gallathea. red before an infamous life. I and but a childe, and haue not liued long, and yet not so childish as I desire to liue euer: vertues I meane to carry to my graue, not gray haires. I would I were as sure that destiny would light on mee as I am re- solued if could not feare me. Nature hath giuen me beautie, Vertue courage, Nature must yeeld me death, Vertue honour. Suf- fer me therefore to die, for which I was borne, or let me curse that I was borne, sith I may not die for it. Tyte. Alasse Gallathea, to consider the causes of change thou art too youn, and that I should find them out for thee, too too fortunate. Galla. The destinie to mee cannot be so hard as the disguising hatefull. Tyte. To gaine loue, the Gods haue taken shapes of beasts, and to saue life art thou coy to take the attire of men? Galla. They were beastly Gods, that lust could make them seeme as beasts. Tyte. In health it is easie to counsell the sicke, but it’s hard for the sicke to follow wholesome counsaile. Well let vs depart, the day is far spent. Exeunt. Actus Gallathea. Cupid, Nymph of Diana. Cupid. Faire Nymph are you strayed from your company by chance, or loue you to wander solitarily on purpose? Nymph. Faire boy, or God, or what euer you bee, I would you knew these woods are to me so well knowne, that I cannot stray though I would, and my minde so free, that to bee melancholy I haue no cause, There is none of Dianaes traine that any can traine, either out of their way, or out of their wits. Cupid. What is that Diana? a God- desse? What, her Nymphs Virgines? What, her pastimes hunting? Nymph. A Goddesse? who knows it not? Virgins? Who thinkes it not? Hun- ting? Who loues it not? Cupid. I pray thee sweete Wench, a- mongst all your sweet troupe, is there not that followeth the sweetest thing. Sweet loue? Nymph. Loue good sir what meane you by it? or what doe you call it? Cu- Gallathea. Cupid. A heate full of coldnesss, a sweet full of bitternesse, a paine full of pleasantnesse, which maketh thoughts haue eyes, and hearts eares, bred by de- sire, nursed by delight, weaned by ielou- sie, kilde by dissembling, buried by in- gratitude, and this is loue, faire Lady will you any? Nymph. If it be nothing else, it is but a foolish thing. Cupid. Try, and you shall find it a pretie thing. Nymph. I haue neither will nor ley- sure, but I will follow Diana in this Chace, whose Virgins are all chaste, de- lighting in the bow that wounds the swift Hart in the Forrest, not fearing the bowe that strikes the soft heart in the chamber. This difference is betweene my Mistris Diana, and you Mother (as I ghesse Ve- nus, that all her Nymphes are amiable and wise in their kind, the other amoroues and too kind for their sexe; and so fare- well little God. Exit. Cupid. Diana, and thou, and all thine, shall know that Cupid is a great God, I will Gallathea. will practise a while in these woodes, and playe such pranckes with these Nymphes, that while they ayme to hit other with their Arrowes, they shall bee wounded themselues with their owne eyes. Exit. Melebeus. Phillida. Meleb. Come Phillida, faire Phillida, and I feare me too faire being my Philli- da, thou knowest the custome of this Countrey, and I the greatnes of they beau- tie, we both the fiercenes of the monster Agar. Euery one thinketh his owne child faire, but I know that which I most desire, and would least haue, that thou are fairest. Thou shalt therefore disguise thy selfe in attire, least I should disguise my selfe in affection, in suffering thee to perish by a fond desire, whom I may preserue by a sure deceipt. Phil. Deare father, Nature could not make me so faire as she hath made you kinde, nor you more kinde then me du- tifull. Whatsoeuer you command I will not refuse, because you command no- Gallathea. nothing but my safetie, and your happi- nesse. But how shall I be disguised? Mele. In mans apparell. Phil. It will neither become my bo- due, not my mind. Mele. Why Phillida? Phil. For then I must keepe company with boyes, and commit follies vnseeme- lie for my sexe, or keepe company with girles, and then bee though more wanton then becommeth. Besides I shall be a- shamed of my long hose and short coate, and so vnqarilie blabbe out something by blushing at euery thing. Mele. Feare not Phillida, vse will make it easie, feare must make it neces- sarie. Phil. I agree, since my father wil haue it so and fortune must. Mele. Come let vs in, and when thou art disguised, roame about these woods till the time be past. and Neptune pleased. Exeunt. Actus Gallathea. Mariner, Raffe, Robin, and Dicke. Rob. Now Mariner, what callest thou this sport on the Sea? Mar. It is called a wracke. Raf. I take no pleasure in it. Of all deaths I would not bee drowned, ones clothes will be so wet when he is taken vp. Dicke What calst thou the thing wee were bound to? Mar. A raughter. Raff. I will rather hang my selfe on a raughter in the house, then be so haled in in the Sea, there one may haue a leape for his life; but I maruaile how our Ma- ster speedes. Dicke. Ile warrant by this time he is wetshod. Did you euer see water bubble as the Sea did? But what shall we doe? Mar. You are now in Lynolnshire, where you can want no foule, if you can deuise meanes to catch them, there bee woods hard by, & at euery miles end hou- ses: so that if you seeke on the Land, you shall speed better than on the Sea. Rob. Gallathea. Rob. Sea, nay I will neuer saile more, I brooke not their diet: their bread is so hard, that one must carie a whetstone in in his mouth to grinde his teeth: the meate so salt, that one would think after dinner his tongue had beene powdred ten daies. Rafe. O thou hast a sweet life Mariner to be pind in a few boords, and to be within an inch of a thing bottomlesse. I pray thee how often hast thou beene drowned? Mar. Foole thou seest I am yet aliue. Rob. Why bee they dead that bee drownd, I had though they had bin with the fish, and so by chance bin caught vp with them in a Net againe. It were a shame a little cold water should kill a man of reason, when you shall see a poore Mynow lie in it, that hat no vnderstan- ding. Mar. Thou art wise from the crowne of thy heade vpwards; seeke you new for- tunes now, I will follow mine olde. I can shift the Moone and the Sun, and know by one Carde, what all you cannot do by a whole paire. The Load-stone that al- waies Gallathea. waies holdeth his nose to the North, the two and thirty points for the winde, the wonders I see would make all you blind: you be but boyes, I feare the Sea no more then a dish of water. Why fooles, it is but a liquid element, farewell. Rob. It were good we learned his cun- ning at the Cardes, for we must liue by cosenage, wee haue neither Lands nor wit, nor Masters, nor honestie. Ra. Nay I would faine haue his thirty two, that is, his three dozen lacking four points, for you see betwixt vs three there is not two good points. Mar. Will you learne? Dick. I. Mar. Then as you like this I will instruct you in all our secrets: for there is not a clowte nor card, nor boord, nor post, that hath not a speciallname, or sin- gular nature. Dic. Well begin with you points, for I lacke only points in this world. Mar. North. North and by East. North Gallathea. North North East. North-east and by North, North-east. North-east and by East, East North-east, East & by North- East, Dicke Ile say it. North, north-east, North-east, Nore nore and by Nore-east. I shall neuer doe it. Mar. This is but one quarter. Rob. I shall neuer learne a quarter of it. I will try. North, North-east, is by the West side. North and by North. Dicke Passing ill. Mar. Hast thou no memorie. Try thou. Raf. North North and by North. I can goe no further. Mar. O dullard, is thy head lighter then the wind, and thy tongue so heauie it will not wagge? I will once againe say it. Raf. I will neuer learne this language, it will get but small liuing, when it will scarce be learned will one be olde. Mar. Nay then farewell. and if your fortunes exceed not your wits, you shall starue before ye sleepe. Exit. Raf. Was there euer such a cosening? Come Gallathea. Come let vs to the woods, and see what fortune wee may haue before they bee made shippes: as for our Master hee is drownd. Dicke I will this way. Robin I this Rafe I thism and this day twelve- mounth let vs all meete heere againe: it may bee we shall either beg together, or hang together. Dicke It skils not so we be together. But let vs sing now, though wee cry hereafter. Exeunt. Om. ROckes, shelues, and sands and Seas, farewell. Fie! who would dwell In such a hell As is a ship, which (Drunke) does reele, Taking salt healths from deck to keele. Ro. Up were we swallowed in wet graues, Dick. All sowc’t in waues, Rafe. By Neptunes slaues. Omn. What shall wee doe being toss’d to shore? Rob. Gallathea. Rob. Milke some blinde Tauerne, and (there) roare. Rafe. Tis braue (my boyes) to saile on Land, For being well Man’d, We can cry stand, Dic. The trade of pursing neare shal faile, Until the Hangman cryes strike saile. Omn. Roue them no matter whither, In faire or stormy wether. And as wee liue, lets dye together, One Hempen Caper, Cuts a feather.
Gallathea alone. Gal. BLush Gallathea that must frame thy affection fit for thy habit, and therefore be thought immo- dest, because thou art vnfortunate. Thy tender yeares cannot dissenble this de- ceipt, nor thy sexe beare it. O would the gods had made mee as I seeme to bee, or that I might safely bee what I seeme not. Thy Father doteh Gallathea, whose blinde loue corrupteth his fond iudge- ment, and iealous of thy death, seemeth to Gallathea. to dote on thy beauty, whose fond care carrieth his partiall eye as farre from truth, as his hart is frō falshood. But why dost thou blame him, or blab what thou art, when thou shouldest onely counter- fet what thou art not. But whist heere commeth a lad: I will learne of him how to behaue my selfe Enter Phillida in mans attire. Phil. I neither like my gate, nor my garments the one vntoward, the other vnfit, both vnseemly. O Phillida, but yonder staieth one, and therefore say no- thing. But O Phillida. Galla. I perceiue that boyes are in as great disliking of themselues as maides, therefore though I weare the apparell, I am glad I am not the person. Phil. It is a pretty boy and a faire, he might well haue beene a woman, but because he is not, I am glad I am, for now vnder the colour of my coate, I shall decipher the follies of their kind. Galla. I would salute him, but I feare I should make a curtesie in stead of a legge. Phil. Gallathea. Ph. If I durst trust my face as well as I doe my habite, I would spend some time to make pastime, for say what they will of a mans wit, it is no second thing to be a woman. Gal. All the bloud in my body would bee in my face if he should aske me (as the question among men is com- com) are you a maide? Phil. Why stand I still? boyes should be bolde, but heere commeth a braue traine that will spill all our talke. Enter Diana, Telusa, and Eurota. Diana God speed faire boy. Galla. You are deceiued Lady. Diana Why, are you no boy? Galla. No faire boy. Diana But I see an vnhappy boy. Telusa. Saw you not the Deare come this way, hee flew downe the wind, and I beleeue you haue blancht him. Galla. Whose Deare was it Ladie? Telusa. Diana’s Deare. Gal. I saw none but mine owne Deare. Telusa This wagge is wanton or a foole. aske the other: Diana. Galla Gallathea. Galla. I know no how it commeth to passe, but yonder boy is in mine eye too beautifull, I pray the gods the Ladies thinke him not their Deare. Diana Prettie lad, doe your sheepe feed in the Forrest, or are you straied from your flocke, or on purpose come yee to marre Diana’s pastime? Phil. I vnderstand not one word you speake. Diana What art thou neither Lad nor shepherd? Ph. My mother said I could be no lad till I was twentie yeare old, nor keepe sheepe till I could tell them; and there- for Lady neither lad nor shephard is heere. Telusa These boyes are both agreed, either they are verie pleasant or too per- verse: you were best Lady make them tuske these Woodes, whilest we stand with our bowes, and so vse them as Bea- gles since they haue so good mouthes. Diana I wil. Follow me without de- lay, or excuse, and if you can doe nothing, yet shall you hallow the Deare. Phil. I am willing to goe, not for these Gallathea. these Ladies companie, because my selfe am a virgine, but for that fayre boyes fauour, vvho I thinke be a God. Diana You sir boy shall also goe. Galla. I must if you command, and would if you bad not. Exeunt. Cupid alone in Nymphes ap- parell, and Neptune lystning. Cupid Now Cupid, vnder the shape of a silly girle shew the power of a mightie God. Let Diana & all her coy Nymphes know, that there is no heart so chaste but thy bow can woun, nor eyes so mo- dest, but thy brandes can kindle, nor thoughts so staied, but thy shafts can make wauering, weake and wanton: Cu- pid though he bee a child, is no babie. I will make their paines my pastimes, and so confound their loues in their desires, delight in their affections, and practise onely impossibilities. Whilest I trewant from my mother, I will use some ty- ranny Gallathea. ranny in these woodes, and so shall their excercise in foolish loue, bee my excuse for running away. I wil see whether faire faces be alwaies chast, or Diana’s virgins onely modest, elsewil I spende both my shafts and shifts, and then Ladies if you see these daintie Dames intrapt in loue, say softly to your selues, we may all loue. Exit. Nept. Doe silly Shepheards goe a- bout to deceiue great Neptune, in put- ting on mans attire vpon women: and Cupid to mkae sport deceiue them all, by vsing a womans apparell vpon a God? then Neptune that hast taken sundry shapes to obtaine loue sticke not to practise some deceipt to shew thy deity and hauing often thrust thy selfe into the shape of beastes to deceiue men, be not coy to vse the shape of a Shepheard, to shew thy selfe a God. Neptune cannot be ouer-reached by Swaines, himselfe is subtile, and if Diana be ouer-taken by craft, Cupid is wise. I will into these woodes and marke all, and in the end wil marre all. Exit. Q Actus Gallathea. Enter Raffe alone. Rafe. Call you this seeking of fortunes when one can find nothing but birds nestes? would I were out of these Woods, for I shall haue but woodden lucke, her’s nothing but the skreeking of Owles, croking of Frogs, hissing of Ad- ders, barking of Foxes, walking of Hagges. But what be these? Enters Fairies dauncing and playing and so, Exeunt. I will follovv them, to hel I shall not goe, for so faire faces neuer can haue such hard fortunes. What black boy is this? Enter the Alcumists boy Peter. Peter What a life doe I lead with my Master, nothing but blowing of bel- lowes, beating of spirits, and scraping of Croslets? it is a very secret Science, for non almost can vnderstand the language of it. Sublimation, Almigation, Calcina- tion, Rubification, Encorporation, Cir- cination, Sementation, Albifiction, and Frementation. With as many terms vn- possible to be vttered, as the Arte to bee compassed. Rafe. Gallathea. Rafe Let mee crosse my selfe, I neuer heard so many great deuils in a little Monkies mouth. Pet. Then out instruments, Croslets, Subliuatories, Cucurbits, Limbecks, Decensores, Violes, manuall and murall, for enbibing and conbibing, Bellowes, molificatue and enduratiue. Rafe What language is this? doe they speak so? Pet. Then our Metals, Saltpeeter, Vitrioll, Sal tartar, Sal perperat, Argoll, Resagar, Sal Armonick, Egrimony, Lu- many, Brimstone, Valeriah, Tartar A- lam, Breeme-worte, Glasse, Vnfleked lyme, Chalke, Ashes, hayre, & what not, to make I know not what. Rafe My haire beginneth to stand vp- right, would the boy would make an end. Pet. And yet such a beggerly Science it is, and so strong on multiplication, that the end is to haue neither gold, wit, nor honestie. Ra. Then am I iust of thy occupation. What fellow, well met. Pet. Felow, vpon what acquaintance? Q2 Rafe Gallathea. Rafe Why thou saist, the end of thy occupation is to haue neither wit, mo- ney not honestie & me thinks at a blush, thou shouldest be one of my occupation. Peter Thou art deceiued, my Master is an Alcumist. Rafe. Whats that, a man? Peter A little more than a man, and a haires bredth lesse than a God. Hee can make of thy cap gold, & by multiplicati- on of one grote, three old Angels. I haue knowne him of the tagge of a point, to make a siluer boule of a pint. Rafe That makes thee haue neuer a point, they be al turned to pots: but if he can do this, he shall be a god altogether. Peter If thou haue any golde to worke on, thou art then made for euer: for with one pound of golde, hee will goe neere to paue tenne Akres of ground. Rafe How might a man serue him and learne his cunning? Pet. Easily. First seeme to vnderstand the termes, and specially marke these points. In our Art there are four Spirits. Rafe Nay I haue done if you worke with deuils. Peter Gallathea. Peter Thou art grosse; we call those Spirits that are the grounds of our Arte, and as it were the metals more incor- poratiue for domination. The first Spirit is Quick-siluer. Ra. That is my Spirit, for my siluer is so quicke, that I haue much adoe to catch it; & when I haue it, it is so nimble that I cannot hold it; I thought there was deuill in it. Pet. The second, Orpyment. Raf. That’s no Spirit, but a word to coniure a Spirit. Pet. The third, Sal Armoniack. Raf. A proper word. Pet. The fourth, Brimstone. Ra. Thats a stinking Spirit, I thought there was some spirit in it because it burnt so blew. For my Mother would often tell me that when the candle burnt blew, there was some ill Spirit in the house, and now I perceiue it was the spirit Brimstone. Pet. Thou canst remember these foure spirits. Raf. Let me alone to coniure them. Pe. Now are there also seauen bodies, but Gallathea. but heere commeth my Master. Enter Alcumist. Rafe This is a begger. Peter No, such cunning men must dis- guise themselues, as though there were nothing in them, for otherwise they shal be copelled to worke for Princes, and so bee constrained to bewray their se- crets. Ra. I like not his attire, but am enamo- red of his Arte. Alcumist. An ounce of Siluer limde, as much crude Mercury, of Spirits foure, being tempered with the bodies seauen, by multiplying of it ten times, comes for one pound, eight thousand pounds, so that I may haue onely Bee- chen coales. Rafe Is it possible? Peter It is more certaine then cer- tainty. Rafe Ile tell thee one secret, I stole a siluer thimble, dost thou thinke that hee will make it a pttle pot? peter A pottle pot, nay I dare warrant it a whole Cupboard of plate: why of the quintessence of a leadon plummet, hee hath Gallathea. hathe framed xx dozen of siluer Spoones. Looke how hee studies, I durst venture my life hee is now casting about, how of his breath he may make golden brac- lets, for often-times of smoke hee hath made siluer drops. Rafe What doe I heare? Peter Didst thou neuer heare how Iupiter came in a golden shower to Danae? Rafe I rememeber that tale. Pet. That shower did my Master make of a spoonefull of Tartar-alom. but with the fire of bloud, and the corasiue of the ayre, he is able to make nothing infinite, but whilest ho espieth vs. Alcum. What Peter doe you loyter, knowing that euery minute increaseth our Mine? Peter I was glad to take ayre, for the metall came so fast, that I feared my face would haue beene turned to siluer. Alcum. But what stripling is this? Peter One that is desirous to learne your craft. Q4 Alcum. Gallathea. Alcum. Craft sir boy, you must call it mystery. Raf. All is one, a craftie mystery, and a mysticall craft. Alcum. Canst thou take paines? Raf. Infinite. Alcum. But thou must be sworne to bee secret, and then I will entertaine thee. Raf. I can sweare though I be a poore fellow as well as the best man in the Shyre. But Sir I much maruaile that you being so cunning, should be so ragged. Alcu. O my childe, Grypes make their nests of gold though their coates are feathers, and wee feathers out nests with Diamonds, though our garments be but frize. If thou knewest the secret, of this Science the cunning would make thee so proud that thou wouldest disdaine the outward pompe. Pet. My Master is so rauisht with his Arte, that wee many times goe supper- lesse to bed, for he will make gold of his bread, and such is the drought of his de- sire, that we all wish our very guts were gold. Rafe Gallathea. rafe I haue good fortune to light vpon such a Master. Alcum. When in the depther of my skill I determine to try the vttermost of mine Arte, I am disswaded by the gods, otherwise, I durst vndertake to make the fire as it flames, gold, the winde as it blowes, siluer, the water as it runnes, lead, the earth as it stands, yron, the skie, brasse, and mens thoughts, firme mettles. Raf. I must blesse my selfe, and mar- uell at you. Alcum. Come in, and thou shalt see all. Exit. Rafe. I follow, I runne, I flye; they say my Father hath a golden thumbe, you shall see me haue a golden body. Exit. Pet. I am glad of this, for now I shall haue leysure to runne away; such a bald Arte as neuer was let him keepe his new man, for he shall neuer see his olde againe; God sheild me from blowing gold to nothing, with a strong imagi- nation to make nothing anything. Exit. Q5 Actus Gallathea. Gallathea alone. Galla. How now Gallathea? misera- ble Gallathea, that hauing put on the apparel of a boy, thou canst also put on the minde. O faire Melebeus, I too faire and therefore I feare, too proud. Had it not bin better for thee to haue been a sa- crifice to Neptune, then a slaue to Cupid? to die for thy Country, then to liue in thy fancie? to be a sacrifice, then a Louer? O would when I hunted his eye with my heart, hee might haue seene my heart with his eyes. Why did Nature to him a boy giue a face so faire, or to me a vir- gine a fortune so hard? I will now vse for the distaffe the bow, and play at quaites abroade, that was wont to sow in my Sampler at home. It may be Galla- thea, foolish Gallathea, what may be? nothing. Let mee follow him into the Woods, and thou sweete Venus be my guide Exit. Enter Phillida alone. Philli. Poore Phillida, curse the time of thy birth and rarenes of they beauty, the vn- Gallathea. vnaptnes of thy apparell, and the unta- mednes of thy affections. Art thou no sooner in the habite of a boy? but thou must bee enamored of a boy, what shalt thou do when what best liketh thee, most discontenteth thee? Goe into the Woods, watch the good times, his best moodes, and transgresse in loue a little of thy mo- destie, I will, I dare not, thou must, I cannot. Then pine in thine owne pee- uishnes. I will not, I will. Ah Phillida doe something, nay any thing ra- ther then liue thus. Well, what I will doe, my selfe knowes not, but what I ought I know well, and so I goe re- solute, eyther to bewray my loue, or suffer shame. Exit.
Telusa alone.