2I Come no more to make you laugh, Things now,

3That beare a Weighty, and a Serious Brow,

4Sad, high, and working, full of State and Woe:

5Such Noble Scoenes, as draw the Eye to flow

6We now present. Those that can Pitty, heere

7May (if they thinke it well) let fall a Teare,

8The Subiect will deserue it. Such as giue

9Their Money out of hope they may beleeue,

10May heere finde Truth too. Those that come to see

11Onely a show or two, and so agree,

12The Play may passe: If they be still, and willing,

13Ile vndertake may see away their shilling

14Richly in two short houres. Onely they

15That come to heare a Merry, Bawdy Play,

16A noyse of Targets: Or to see a Fellow

17In a long Motley Coate, garded with Yellow,

18Will be deceyu'd. For gentle Hearers, know

19To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show

20As Foole, and Fight is, beside forfeyting

21Our owne Braines, and the Opinion that we bring

22To make that onely true, we now intend,

23Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend

24Therefore, for Goodnesse sake, and as you are knowne

25The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne,

26Be sad, as we would make ye. Thinke ye see

27The very Persons of our Noble Story,

28As they were Liuing: Thinke you see them Great,

29And follow'd with the generall throng, and sweat

30Of thousand Friends: Then, in a moment, see

31How soone this Mightinesse, meets Misery:

32And if you can be merry then, Ile say,

33A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day.

39GOod morrow, and well met. How haue ye done

40Since last we saw in France?

41Norf. I thanke your Grace:

42Healthfull, and euer since a fresh Admirer

43Of what I saw there.

44Buck. An vntimely Ague

45Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber, when

46Those Sunnes of Glory, those two Lights of Men

47Met in the vale of Andren.

48Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde,

49I was then present, saw them salute on Horsebacke,

50Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung

51In their Embracement, as they grew together,

52Which had they,

53What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd

54Such a compounded one?

55Buck. All the whole time

56I was my Chambers Prisoner.

57Nor. Then you lost

58The view of earthly glory: Men might say

59Till this time Pompe was single, but now married

60To one aboue it selfe. Each following day

61Became the next dayes master, till the last

62Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French,

63All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods

64Shone downe the English; and to morrow, they

65Made Britaine, India: Euery man that stood,

66Shew'd like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were

67As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too,

68Not vs'd to toyle, did almost sweat to beare

69The Pride vpon them, that their very labour

70Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske

71Was cry'de incompareable; and th'ensuing night

72Made it a Foole, and Begger. The two Kings

73Equall in lustre, were now best, now worst

74As presence did present them: Him in eye,

75Still him in praise, and being present both,

76'Twas said they saw but one, and no Discerner

77Durst wagge his Tongue in censure, when these Sunnes

78(For so they phrase 'em) by their Heralds challeng'd

79The Noble Spirits to Armes, they did performe