1503Hero. Good Vrsula wake my cosin Beatrice, and de-

1504sire her to rise.

1505Vrsu. I will Lady.

1506Her. And bid her come hither.

1507Vrs. Well.

1508Mar. Troth I thinke your other rebato were better.

1509Bero. No pray thee good Meg, Ile vveare this.

1510Marg. By my troth's not so good, and I vvarrant your

1511cosin vvill say so.

1512Bero. My cosin's a foole, and thou art another, ile

1513vveare none but this.

1514Mar. I like the new tire vvithin excellently, if the

1515haire vvere a thought browner: and your gown's a most

1516rare fashion yfaith, I saw the Dutchesse of Millaines

1517gowne that they praise so.

1518Bero. O that exceedes they say.

1519Mar. By my troth's but a night-gowne in respect of

1520yours, cloth a gold and cuts, and lac'd withsiluer, set with

1521pearles, downe sleeues, side sleeues, and skirts, round vn-

1522derborn with a blewish tinsel, but for a fine queint grace-

1523full and excellent fashion, yours is worth ten on't.

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1524Hero. God giue mee ioy to weare it, for my heart is

1525exceeding heauy.

1526Marga. 'Twill be heauier soone, by the waight of a

1527man.

1528Hero. Fie vpon thee, art not asham'd?

1529Marg. Of what Lady? of speaking honourably? is

1530not marriage honourable in a beggar? is not your Lord

1531honourable without marriage? I thinke you would haue

1532me say, sauing your reuerence a husband: and bad thin-

1533king doe not wrest true speaking, Ile offend no body, is

1534there any harme in the heauier for a husband? none I

1535thinke, and it be the right husband, and the right wife,

1536otherwise 'tis light and not heauy, aske my Lady Beatrice

1537else, here she comes.

1539Hero. Good morrow Coze.

1540Beat. Good morrow sweet Hero.

1541Hero. Why how now? do you speake in the sick tune?

1542Beat. I am out of all other tune, me thinkes.

1543Mar. Claps into Light a loue, (that goes without a

1544burden,) do you sing it and Ile dance it.

1545Beat. Ye Light aloue with your heeles, then if your

1546husband haue stables enough, you'll looke he shall lacke

1547no barnes.

1548Mar. O illegitimate construction! I scorne that with

1549my heeles.

1550Beat. 'Tis almost fiue a clocke cosin, 'tis time you

1551were ready, by my troth I am exceeding ill, hey ho.

1552Mar. For a hauke, a horse, or a husband?

1553Beat. For the letter that begins them all, H.

1554Mar. Well, and you be not turn'd Turke, there's no

1555more sayling by the starre.

1556Beat. What meanes the foole trow?

1557Mar. Nothing I, but God send euery one their harts

1558desire.

1559Hero. These gloues the Count sent mee, they are an

1560excellent perfume.

1561Beat. I am stuft cosin, I cannot smell.

1562Mar. A maid and stuft! there's goodly catching of

1563colde.

1564Beat. O God helpe me, God help me, how long haue

1565you profest apprehension?

1566Mar. Euer since you left it, doth not my wit become

1567me rarely?

1568Beat. It is not seene enough, you should weare it in

1569your cap, by my troth I am sicke.

1570Mar. Get you some of this distill'd carduus benedictus

1571and lay it to your heart, it is the onely thing for a qualm.

1572Hero. There thou prickst her with a thissell.

1573Beat. Benedictus, why benedictus? you haue some mo-

1574rall in this benedictus.

1575Mar. Morall? no by my troth, I haue no morall mea-

1576ning, I meant plaine holy thissell, you may thinke per-

1577chance that I thinke you are in loue, nay birlady I am not

1578such a foole to thinke what I list, nor I list not to thinke

1579what I can, nor indeed I cannot thinke, if I would thinke

1580my hart out of thinking, that you are in loue, or that you

1581will be in loue, or that you can be in loue: yet Benedicke

1582was such another, and now is he become a man, he swore

1583hee would neuer marry, and yet now in despight of his

1584heart he eates his meat without grudging, and how you

1585may be conuerted I know not, but me thinkes you looke

1586with your eies as other women doe.

1587Beat. What pace is this that thy tongue keepes.

1588Mar. Not a false gallop.

1590Vrsula. Madam, withdraw, the Prince, the Count, sig-

1591nior Benedicke, Don Iohn, and all the gallants of the

1592towne are come to fetch you to Church.

1593Hero. Helpe to dresse mee good coze, good Meg,

1594good Vrsula.