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 Sapho and Phao played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue-tewsday by Her Maiesties children and the boyes of Paules. Lyly, John, 1554?-1606. [51] p. For Thomas Cadman, Imprinted at London : 1584. 1584

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Sapho and Phao ,

Played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue tewsday , by her Maiesties Children , and the Boyes of Paules .

Imprinted at London for Thomas Cadman . 1584 .

The Prologue at the Black fryers .

WHere the Bee can suck no honney , she leaueth her stinge behinde , and where the Beare cannot finde Origanum to heale his griefe , he blasteth all other leaues with his breath . Wee feare it is like to fare so with vs , that seeing you cannot draw from our labours sweete content , you leaue behinde you a sowre mislike , and with open reproach blame our good meaninges : because you cannot reap your wonted mirthes . Our intent was at this time to moue inward delight , not outward lightnesse , and to breede , ( if it might bee ) soft smiling , not loude laughing : knowing it to the wise to be as great pleasure to heare counsell mixed with witte , as to the foolish to haue sporte mingled with rudenesse . They were banished the Theater at Athens , and from Rome hyssed , that brought parasites on the stage with apish actions , or fooles with vnciuill habites , or Curtisans with immodest words . We haue endeuoured to be as farre from vnseemely speaches , to make your eares glowe , as wee hope you will bee from vnkinde reportes to make our cheekes blush . The Griffyon neuer spreadeth her wings in the sunne , when she hath any sick feathers : yet haue we ventured to present out exercise beefore your indgements , when we know them full of weak matter , yeelding rather our selues to the curtesie , which we haue euer sound , then to the precisenesse , which wee ought to feare .

The Prologue at the Court .

THe Arabyans being stuffed with perfumes , burn Hemblock , a ranck poison : & in Hybla being cloid with honney , they account it daintie to feede on waxe . Your Highnesse eies , whom varietie hath filled with fayre showes , and whose eares pleasure hath possessed with rare soundes , will ( we trust ) at this time resemble the princely Eagle , who fearing to surfeit on spices , stoupeth to bite on wormwood . We present no conceites nor warres , but deceites and loues , wherein the trueth may excuse the plainenesse . The necessitie , the length : the poetrie , the bitternesse . There is no needelesse point so smal , which hath not his compasse : nor haire so slender , which hath not his shadowe : nor sporte so simple , which hath not his shadowe : nor sporte so simple , which hath not showe . Whatsoeuer we present , whether it be tedious ( which we feare ) or toyishe ( which we doubt ) sweete or sowre , absolute or imperfect , or whatsoeuer , in al humblenesse we all , & I on knee for all , entreate , that your Highnesse imagine your self to be in a deepe dreame , that staying the conclusion , in your rising your Maiestie vouchsafe but to saye , And so you awakte .

Actus primus . Schaena prima . Phao , Venus , Cupid . Phao.

THou art a Ferriman , Phao , yet a free man , possessing for riches content , and for honors quiet . Thy thoughts are no higher than thy fortunes , nor thy desires greater then thy calling . Who climeth , standeth on glasse , and falleth on thorne . Thy hearts thirste is satisfied with thy hands thrift , and thy gentle labours in the day , turne to sweete slumbers in the night . As much doth it delight thee to rule thine oare in a calme streame , as it dooth Sapho to swaye the Scepter in her braue court . Enuie neuer casteth her eie lowe , ambition pointeth alwaies vpwarde , and reuenge barketh onely at starres . Thou farest dilicately , if thou haue a fare to buy any thing . Thine angle is ready , when thine oar is idle , and as sweet is the fish which thou gettest in the ryuer , as the fowle which other buye in the market . Thou needst not feare poyson in thy glasse , nor treason in thy garde . The winde is thy greatest enemy , whose might is withstoode with pollicy . O sweete life seldom found vnder a golden couert , often vnder a thached cotage . But here commeth one , I will withdrawe my selfe aside , it may be a passenger .

Venus .

It is no lesse vnseemely then vnwholsom for Venus , who is most honoured in Princes courtes , to soiourne with Vulcan in a smithes forge , where bellowes blow in steede of sighes , dark smokes rise for sweet perfumes , & for the panting of louing hearts , is only heard the beating of steeled hammers . Vnhappy Venus , that cariing fire in thine own breast , thou shouldest dwel with fire in his forge . What doth Vulcan all day but endeuour to be as crabbed in maners , as he is crooked in body ? driuing nailes , when he should giue kisses , and hammering hard armours , when he should sing sweete Amors . It came by lot , not loue , that I was lincked with him . He giues thee bolts , Cupid , in steed of arrowes , fearing belike ( iealous foole that he is ) that if he shuld giue thee an arrow head he should make himself a broad head . But come , we wil to Syracusa , where thy deitie shal be shown , and my disdaine . I will yoke the necke , that yet neuer bowed , at which , if Ioue repine , Ioue shal repent . Sapho shal know , be she neuer so faire , that there is a Venus , which can conquer , were she neuer so fortunate .

Cupid .

If Ioue espie Sapho , he wil deuise some new shape to entertaine her .

Venus .

Strike thou Sapho , let Ioue deuise what shape he can .

Cupid .

Mother , they say she hath her thoughtes in a string , that she conquers affections , and sendeth loue vp and downe vpon arrandes , I am afraid she wil yerke me , if I hit her .

Venus .

Peeuish boy , can mortal creatures resist that , which the immortall Gods cannot redresse ?

Cupid .

The Gods are amorous and therefore willing to be pearsed .

Venus .

And she amiable , & therefore must be pearsed .

Cupid .

I dare not .

Venus .

Draw thine arrow to the head , els I wil make thee repent it at the heart . Come away and behold the ferry boy ready to conduct vs . Prety youth , de you keep the ferry that bendeth to Syracusa ?

Phao.

The ferrie , faire Lady , that bendeth to Syracusa .

Venus .

I feare if the water should begin to swel thou wilt want cunning to guide .

Phao.

These waters are commonly as the passengers be , and therefore carying one so faire in shew , there is no cause to feare a rough sea .

Venus .

To passe the time in thy boate , canst thou deuise any pastime ?

Phao.

If the winde be with me , I can angle , or tell tales : if against me , it will be pleasure for you to see mee take paines .

Venus .

I like not fishing : yet was I borne of the sea .

Phao.

But he may blesse fishing , that caught such an one in the sea .

Venus .

It was not with an angle , my boy , but with a nette .

Phao.

So was it said , that vulcan caught Mars with Venus .

Venus .

Didst thou heare so ? It was some tale .

Phao.

Yea Madame and that in the boate I didde meane to make my tale .

Venus .

It is not for a ferry man to talk of the Gods loues : but to tell how thy father could dig , and thy mother spinne . But come , let vs away .

Phao.

I am ready to waite .

Exeunt .
Actus primus , Schaena sccunda . Trachinus , Pandion , Cryticus , Molus. Trachi.

Pandion , since your comming from the vniuersitie to the court , from Athens to Syracusa , how doe you feele your self altered either in humor or opinion ?

Pandi.

Altered Trachinus , I say no more , and shame that any should know so much .

Trachi.

Here you see as great vertue , far greater brauery , the action of that which you contemplate , Sapho , faire by nature , by birth royall , learned by education by gouernment politike , rich by peace : insomuch as it is hard to iudge , whether she be more beautifull or wise , vertuous or fortunate . Beesides , doe you not looke on faire Ladies in steede of good letters , and behold faire faces in steed of fine phrases : In vniuersities vertues and vices are but shadowed in colours white and blacke , in courtes shewed to life good and bad . There , times paste are read of in old bookes , times present set downe by new deuises , times to come coniectured at by aime , by prophesie , or chaunce here , are times in perfection , nor by deuise , as fables , but in execution , as trueths . Beleeue me Pandion , in Athens you haue but tombs , we in court the bodies , you the pictures of Venus & the wise Goddesses , we the persons & the vertues . What hath a scholler found out by study , that a courtier hath not found out by practise . Simple are you that think to see more at the candle snuffe , then the sunne beams , to saile further in a litle brooke , then in the maine Ocean , to make a greater haruest by gleaning , then reaping . How say you Pandion , is not all this true ?

Pandi.

Trachinus , what would you more , all true .

Trach.

Cease then to lead thy life in a study , pinned with a fewe boardes , and endeuour to be a courtier to liue in emboste rouffes .

Pandi.

A labour intollerable for Pandion .

Trach.

Why ?

Pandi.

Because it is harder to shape a life to dissemble , then to goe forward with the libertie of trueth .

Trach.

Why do you thinke in court any vse to dissemble ?

Pandi.

Doe you knowe in court any that meane to liue ?

Trach.

You haue no reason for it , but an old reporte .

Pandi.

Reporte hath not alwaies a blister on her tongue .

Trach.

I , but this is the court of Sapho natures miracle , which resembleth the tree Salurus , whose roote is fastened vpon knotted steele , & in whose top bud leaues of pure gold .

Pandi.

Yet hath Salurus blasts , and water boughes , wormes and Caterpillers .

Trach.

The vertue of the tree is not the cause : but the Easterly wind , which is thought commonly to bring cankers and rottenesse .

Pandi.

Nor the excellencie of Sapho the occasion : but the iniquitie of flatterers , who alwaies whisper in Princes eares suspition and sowrenesse .

Trach.

Why , then you conclude with me , that Sapho for vertue hath no copartner .

Pandi.

Yea , & with the iudgement of the world , that she is without comparison .

Trach.

We wil thither streight .

Pandi.

I would I might returne streight .

Trach.

Why , there you may liue stil .

Pandi.

But not still .

Trach.

Howe like you the Ladies , are they not passing faire ?

Pandi.

Mine eie drinketh neither the colour of wine nor women .

Trach.

Yet am I sure that in iudgemente you are not so seuere , but that you can be content to allowe of bewtie by day or by night .

Pandi.

When I behold bewty before the sunne , his beams dimme bewtie : when by candle , bewty obscures toarch light : so as no time I can iudge , because at anie time I cannot discerne being in the sunne a brightnesse to shadow bewtie , and in bewtie a glistering to extinguish light .

Trachi.

Schollerlike said , you flatter that , whiche you seeme to mislike , and to disgrace that , which you moste wonder at . But let vs away .

Pandi.

I follow . And you sir boy goe to Syracusa about by land , where you shall meete my stuffe , pay for the cariage , and conuey it to my lodging .

Trach.

I think all your stuffe are bundles of paper : but now must you learne to turne your library to a war drope , & see whether your rapier hang better by your side , then the penne did in your eare .

Exeunt .
Actus primus , Schaena tertia . Cryticus , Molus. Criti.

Molus , what oddes betweene thy commons in Athens , and the diet in court ? A pages life , & a scollers ?

Molus

This difference : there of a litle I had somewhat , here of a great deale nothing , there did I weare Pantopheles on my legs , here doe I beare them in my handes .

Cryti.

Thou maist be skilled in thy Logick , but not in thy Lerypoope : belike no meate can downe with you , vnlesse you haue a knife to cutte it : but come among vs , and you shall see vs once in a morning haue a mouse at a bay .

Molus.

A mouse ? vnproperly spoken .

Criti.

Aptly vnderstoode , a mouse of beafe .

Molus

I thinke indeed a peece of beafe as bigge as a mouse , serues a great companie of such cattes . But what els ?

Criti.

For other sportes , a square die in a pages pocket , is as decent as a square cap on a Graduates head .

Molus

You courtiers be mad fellowes , wee silly soules are onely plodders at Ergo , whose wittes are claspt vppe with our bookes , & so full of learning are we at home , that we scarce know good manners when wee come abroad , Cunning in nothing but in making small things great by figures , pulling on with the sweate of our studies a great shooe vpon a litle foote , burning out one candle in seeking for an other , raw wordlings in matters of substaunce passing wranglers about shadowes .

Criti.

Then is it time lost to be a scholler . We pages are Politians : for looke what we heare our maisters talke of , ye determine of : where we suspect , we vndermine : and where we mislike for some perticular grudge , there we pick quarrels for a generall griefe . Nothing amonge vs but in steede of good morow , what newes : wee fal from cogging at dice to cogge with states : & so forward are meane men in those matters , that they wold be cocks to tread down others , before they be chickens to rise themselues . Youthes are very forwarde to stroke their chins , though they haue no beardes , and to lie as lowd as hee that hath liued longest .

Molus

These be the golden daies .

Criti.

Then be they very darke daies : for I can see no golde .

Molus

You are grosse witted , maister courtier .

Criti.

And you maister scholler slender witted .

Molus

I meant times which were prophecied golden for plentie of all things , sharpnesse of wit , excellencie in knowledge , pollicy in gouernment , for ,

Criti.

Softe Scholaris , I denie your argument .

Molus

Why , it is no argument .

Criti.

Then I denie it because it is no argument . But let vs go and follow our maisters .

Exeunt .
Actus primus , Schaena quarta . Mileta , Lamia , Fauilla , Ismena , Canope , Eugenua . Milet.

Is it not straung that Phao on the sodain shuld be so faire ?

Lamia .

It cannot be straunge , sith Venus was disposed to make him faire . That cunning had beene better bestowed on women , which would haue deserued thankes of nature .

Isme.

Haplye she did in spite of women , or scorne of nature .

Cano.

Proude else , how squeamish he is be come alreadie , vsing both disdaineful lookes , & imperious words : insomuch that he galleth with ingratitude . And then Ladies you know how it cutteth a woman to become a wooer .

Euge.

Tush , children and fooles , the fairer they are , the sooner they yeeld , an apple will catch the one , a baby the other .

Isme.

Your loouer I thinke be a faire foole : for you loue nothing but fruit and puppets .

Milet.

I laugh at that you all call loue , and iudge it onely a worde called loue . Me thinks lyking , a curtesie , a smile , a beck , and such like , are the very Quintessence of loue .

Fauilla

I , Mileta , but were you as wise , as you would be thought faire , or as faire , as you think your self wise , you would bee as ready to please men , as you are coye to pranke your selfe , & as carefull to bee accounted amorous , as you are willing to be thought discrete .

Milet.

No , no , men are good soules ( poore soules : ) who neuer enquire but with their eies , louing to father the cradle , though they but mother the childe . Giue me their giftes , not their vertues , a graine of their golde weigheth downe a pound of their witt , a dram of giue me , is heauier then an ounce of heare me . Beleeue mee Ladies , giue is a pretie thing .

Isme.

I cannot but oftentimes smile to my selfe , to heare men call vs weake vesselles , when they proue themselues broken hearted , vs fraile , when their thoughtes cannot hang togeather , studying with words to flatter , and with bribes to allure , when we commonly wish their tongues in their purses , they speake so simply , and their offers in their bellies , they doe it so peeuishly .

Milet.

It is good sporte to see them want matter : for then fall they to good manners , hauing nothing in their mouthes but sweet mistresse , wearing our hands out with courtly kissings , when their wits faile in courtly discourses . Now rufling their haires , now setting their ruffes , then gazing with their eies , then sighing with a priuie wring by the hand , thinking vs like to be wowed by signes and ceremonies .

Euge.

Yet we , when we sweare with our mouthes wee are not in loue , then we sigh from the heart and pine in loue .

Cano.

Wee are madde wenches , if men marke our wordes : for when I say , I would none cared for loue more then I , what meane I , but I woulde none loued but I , where we cry away , doe we not presently say , go too : & when men striue for kisses , we exclaime , let vs alone , as though we would fall to that our selues .

Fauilla

Nay , then Canope , it is time to goe , and beehold Phao .

Isme.

Where ?

Fauilla

In your heade Ismena , no where els : but let vs keepe on our way .

Isme.

Wisely .

Exeunt .
Actus secundus , Schaena prima , Phao , Sybilla . Phao.

Phao , thy meane fortune causeth thee to vse an oare , and thy sodaine bewtie a glasse : by the one is seene thy need , in the other thy pride . O Venus , in thinking thou hast blest me , thou hast curst me , adding to a poore estate , a proud heart : and to a disdained man , a disdaining minde . Thou doest not flatter thy selfe Phao , thou art faire : faire ? I feare me faire , be a word too foule for a face so passing fayre . But what auaileth bewtie , hadst thou all things thou wouldest wish , thou mightst die to morrow , and didst thou want al things thou desirest , thou shalt liue till thou diest . Tushe Phao , there is growne more pride in thy minde , then fauour in thy face . Blush foolish boy , to think on thine own thoughts : cease complaints , & craue counsell . And loe , behold Sybilla in the mouth of her caue , I will salute her . Ladye , I feare me I am out of my way , and so benighted withall that I am compelled to aske your direction .

Syb.

Faire youth , if you will be aduised by mee , you shal for this time seeke none other Inne , then my caue : for that it is no lesse perillous to trauaile by night , then vncomfortable .

Phao

Your curtesie offered hath preuented what my necessity was to entreate .

Syb.

Come neere , take a stoole , and sit downe . Now , for that these winter nights are long , and that children delight in nothing more then to heare old wiues tales , we will beguile the time with some storie . And though you behold wrinkles and furrowes in my tawny face : yet may you happily finde wisdome and counsell in my white haires .

Phao

Lady nothing can content me better than a tale , neither is there any thing more necessary for mee then counsell .

Syb.

Were you borne so faire by nature ?

Phao

No , made so faire by Venus .

Syb.

For what cause ?

Phao

I feare me for some curse .

Syb.

Why , doe you loue , and cannot obteine ?

Phao

No I may obteine but cannot loue .

Syb.

Take heede of that my childe .

Phao

I cannot chuse good Madame .

Syb.

Then hearken to my tale , which I hope shall be as a streight thread to leade you out of those crooked conceites , and place you in the plaine path of loue .

Phao

I attend .

Syb.

When I was young , as you nowe are , I speake it without boasting , I was as bewtifull : for Phoebus in his Godhead sought to gette my mayden head : but I , fonde wench , receiuing a benefit from aboue , began to waxe sqemishe beneath , not vnlike to Asolis , which beeing made greene by heauenly droppes , shrinketh into the grounde when there fall showers : or the Syrian mudde , which being made white chalk by the sunne , neuer ceaseth rolling , til it lie in the shadow . He to sweete praiers added great promises , I either desirous to make trial of his power , or willing to prolong mine owne life , caught vp my handful of sand , consenting to his suite , if I might liue as many yeares as there were graines . Phoebus , ( for what cannot Gods doe , and what for loue will they not do , ) graunted my petition . And then I sighe and blushe to tell the rest , I recalled my promise .

Phao.

Was not the God angry to see you vnkinde ?

Syb.

Angry my boy , which was the cause that I was vnfortunate .

Phao

What reuenge for such rigor vsed the Gods ?

Syb.

None , but suffring vs to liue , and know wee are no Gods .

Sapho .

I pray tell on .

Syb.

I will Hauing receiued long life by Phoebus , & rare bewtie by nature , I thought all the yeere woulde haue beene May , that fresh colours would alwaies continue , that time & fortune could not weare out , what Gods and nature had wrought vppe : not once imagining that white and read should returne to black and yellow , the Iuniper , the longer it grew , the crookedder it waxed , or that in a face without blemish , there should come wrinkles without number . I did as you do , go with my glasse , rauished with the pride of mine own bewtie , & you shall do as I doe , loath to see a glasse disdaining deformitie . There was none that heard of my fault , but shunned my fauour , insomuch as I stooped for age before I tasted of youth , sure to be long liued , vncerteine to bee beloued . Gentlemen that vsde to sigh from their heartes for my sweete loue , began to point with their fingers at my withered face , & laughed to see the eies , out of which fire seemed to sparkle , to be suckered being old with spectacles . This causeth me to withdraw my selfe to a solitary caue , where I must leade sixe hundred yeeres in no lesse pensiuenesse of crabbed age , then grief of remembred youth . Only this comfort , that being ceased to be faire , I study to be wise , wishing to be thought a graue matron , since I cannot returne to be a young maide .

Phao

Is it not possible to die before you become so old ?

Sybilla

No more possible then to returne as you are , to be so young .

Phao

Could not you settle your fancie vpon any , or would not destinie suffer it ?

Sybilla

Women willinglye ascribe that to fortune , which wittingly was committed by frowardnesse .

Phao

What will you haue me doe ?

Sybilla

Take heede you do not as I did . Make not too much of fading bewty , which is fair in the cradle , & foul in the graue , resembling Polyon , whose leaues are white in the morning , and blew before night , or Anyta , which being a sweet flower at the rising of the sunne , becommeth a weede , if it be not pluckt before the setting Fair faces haue no fruites , if they haue no witnesses . When you shall behold ouer this tender flesh a tough skinne , your eies which were wont to glaunce on others faces to be suncke so hollow , that you can scarce looke out of your own head , and when all your teech shall wagge as faste as your tongue , then wil you repent the time which you cannot recall , and be enforced to beare what moste you blame . Loose not the pleasaunt time of your youth , then the which there is nothing swifter , nothing sweeter . Bewtie is a slippery good , which decreaseth whilest it is encreasing , resembling the Medler , which in the moment of his full ripenes is known to be in a rottennes . Whiles you looke in the glasse , it waxeth old with time , if on the Sunne parcht with heate , if on the winde , blasted with cold . A great care to keepe it , a short space to enioy it , a sodain time to loose it . Be not coy , when you are courted . Fortunes wings are made of times feathers , which stay not whilest one may measure them . Be affable and curteous in youth , that you may be honoured in age . Roses that lose their colours , keepe their sauours , and pluckt from the stalke , are put to the still . Cotonea , because it boweth when the sunne riseth , is sweetest , when it is oldest : and children , which in their tender yeeres sow curtesie , shal in their declining states reap pitie . Be not proud of bewties painting whose colours consume themselues , because they are bewties painting .

Phao

I am driuen by your counsell into diuerse conceites , neither knowing how to stande , or where to fall , but to yeelde to loue is the only thing I hate .

Sybilla

I commit you to fortune , who is like to play such prancks with you , as your tender yeeres can scarse beare , nor your greene wits vnderstand . But repaire vnto me often , and if I cannot remoue the effectes , yet I will manifest the causes .

Phao

I goe , ready to returne for aduice , before I am resolued to aduenture .

Sybilla

Yet hearken two words , thou shalt get friendshippe by dissembling , loue by hatred , vnlesse thou perish , thou shalt perish : in digging for a stone , thou shalt reach a starre : thou shalt be hated most , because thou art loued most . Thy death shal be feared & wished : so much for prophecie , which nothing can preuent : and this for counsell , which thou maist follow . Keepe not companie with Antes , that haue winges , nor talke with any , neere the hill of a mowle , where thou smellest the sweetnesse of serpents breath , beware thou touch no parte of the bodie . Be not mery among those that put Buglosse in their wine , and suger in thine . If any talke of the Eclipse of the sunne , say thou neuer sawest it . Nourishe no conies in thy vaultes , nor swallowes in thine eues . Sowe next thy vine Mandrage , and euer keepe thine eares open , and thy mouth shut , thine eies vpwarde , and thy fingers downe : so shalt thou doe better then otherwise , though neuer so well as I wishe .

Phao.

Alas Madame , your prophesie threatneth miseries , and your counsell warneth impossibilities .

Sybilla

Farewell , I can answere no more .

Actus secundus , Schae na secunda . Phao , Sapho , Trachinus , Pandion , Criticus , Molus. Phao

Vnhappy Phao . But softe , what gallant troupe is this ? What Gentlewoman in this ?

Criti.

Sapho , a Lady heere in Sycily .

Sapho .

What faire boy is that ?

Trach.

Phao , the Ferrie man of Syracusa .

Phao

I neuer saw one more braue : be al Ladies of such maiestie ?

Criti.

No , this is she that al wonder at and worship .

Sapho .

I haue seldome seene a sweeter face . Be all Ferrie men of that fairenesse ?

Trach.

No Madame , this is he that Venus determined among men to make the fairest .

Sapho .

Seeing I am onely come forth to take the ayre , I will crosse the Ferrie , and so the fieldes , then going in through the park , I thinke the walke wil be pleasant .

Trach.

You wil much delight in the flattering greene , which now beginneth to be in his glory .

Sapho

Sir boy , will yee vndertake to cary vs ouer the water ? Are you dumb , can you not speake ?

Phao

Madame , I craue pardon , I am spurblinde , I could scarse see .

Sapho

It is pitie in so good a face there should bee an euill eie .

Phao

I would in my face there were neuer an eie .

Sapho

Thou canst neuer be rich in a trade of life of all the basest .

Phao

Yet content Madame , which is a kind of life of all the best .

Sapho

Wilt thou forsake the ferrie , and followe the court as a Page ?

Phao

As it pleaseth fortune Madame , to whome I am a prentice .

Sapho

Come , let vs goe ?

Trachi.

Will you goe Pandion .

Pandi.

Yea .

Exeunt .
Actus secundus , Schaena tertia . Molus , Cryticus , Calypho , Molus

Cryticus comes in good time , I shall not bee alone . What newes Cryticus ?

Cryti.

I taught you that lesson , to aske what newes , & this is the newes : to morow ther shal be a desperate fray betweene two , made at all weapons , from the browne bill to the bodkin .

Molus

Now thou talkest of Frayes , I pray thee what is that , whereof they talke so commonlye in courte , valour , the stab , the pistoll , for the which euery man that dareth is so much honoured ?

Criti.

O Molus , beware of valour , hee that can looke bigge , and weare his dagger pomel lower than the point , that lyeth at a good warde , and can hit a button with a thrust , and will into the field man to man for a boute or two , he , Molus , is a shrewd fellow , and shall be well followed .

Molus

What is the end ?

Criti.

Daunger or death .

Molus

If it be but death that bringeth all this commendation , I account him as valiant that is killed with a surfet , as with a sword .

Criti.

How so ?

Molus

If I venture vpon a full stomacke to eat a rasher on the coales , a carbonado , drinke a carouse , swallow all things that may procure sicknesse or death , am not I as valiaunt to die so in a house , as the other in a field ? Me thinkes that Epicures are as desperate as soldiours , and cookes prouide as good weapons as cutlers ?

Criti.

O valiaunt kinght .

Molus

I will die for it , what greater valor ?

Criti.

Schollers fight , who rather seeke to choak their stomackes , then see their blood .

Molus

I will stand vppon this point : if it bee valour to dare die , he is valiaunt howsoeuer he dieth .

Criti.

Well , of this hereafter but here commeth Calipho , we will haue some sporte .

Caly.

My mistresse , I think hath got a Gadfly , neuer at home , and yet none can tel where abrode . My maister was a wise man , when he matcht with such a womanne . When she comes in , we must put out the fire , because of the smoake , hang vp our hammers because of the noise , and doe no worke , but watch , what shee wanteth . She is faire , but by my troath I doubt of her honestie . I muste seeke her , that I feare Mars hath found .

Criti.

Whom doest thou seeke ?

Caly.

I haue found those I seeke not .

Molus

I hope you haue found those , which are honest .

Caly.

It may be : but I seeke no such .

Molus

Cryticus , you shall see me by learning to proue Calipho to bee the deiull .

Cryti.

Let vs see but I pray thee proue it better , then thou didst thy self to be valiant .

Molus

Calipho , I will proue thee to bee the diuell .

Caly.

Then will I sweare thee to bee a God .

Molus

The diuell is black .

Caly.

What care I .

Molus

Thou art black .

Caly.

What care you .

Molus

Therfore thou art the diuell .

Caly.

I denie that .

Molus

It is the conclusion , thou must not denie it .

Caly.

In spite of all conclusions , I will denie it .

Criti.

Molus , the Smith holdes you hard .

Molus

Thou seest he hath no reason .

Criti.

Trie him againe .

Molus

I will reason with thee now from a place .

Caly.

I meane to aunswere you in no other place .

Molus

Like maister , like man .

Caly.

Yt may be .

Molus

But thy maister hath hornes .

Caly.

And so maist thou .

Molus

Therefore thou hast hornes , and ergo a deuill ,

Caly.

Be they all diuelles haue hornes ?

Molus

All men that haue hornes , are .

Caly.

Then are there moe diuels on earth than in hell .

Molus

But what doest thou answere ?

Caly.

I deny that .

Molus

What ?

Caly.

Whatsoeuer it is , that shall proue mee a diuell . But hearest thou scholler , I am a plaine fellow , and can fashion nothing but with the hammer . What wilt thou say , if I proue thee a smith ?

Molus

Then will I say thou art a scholler .

Cryti.

Proue it Calipho , and I will giue thee a good Colaphum .

Caly.

I will proue it , or els ,

Criti.

Or els what ?

Caly.

Or els I will not prooue it . Thou art a Smith : therefore thou art a smith . The conclusion , you say , must not bee denyed : & therfore it is true , thou art a smith .

Molus

I , but I denie your Antecedent .

Caly.

I , but you shal not . Haue I not toucht him Cryticus ?

Criti.

You haue both done learnedly : for as sure as he is a smith , thou art a diuell .

Caly.

And then he a deuill , because a smith : for that it was his reason to make me a deuil being a smith .

Molus

There is no reasoning with these Mechanical doltes , whose wits are in their hands , not in their heads .

Criti.

Be not cholericke , you are wise : but let vs take vp this matter with a song .

Caly.

I am content , my voice is as good as my reason .

Molus

Than shall we haue sweete musick . But come , I will not breake of .

Song . Exeunt .
Actus secundus , Schaena quarta . Phao , Sybilla . Phao

What vnacquainted thoughtes are these Phao , farre vnfit for thy thoughtes , vnmeet for thy birth , thy fortune , thy yeares , for Phao : vnhappy , canst thou not be content to beholde the sunne , but thou muste couet to build thy nest in the Sunne ? Doth Sapho bewitch thee , whome all the Ladies in Sicily coulde not wooe : Yea , poore Phao , the greatnesse of thy mind is far aboue the bewtie of thy face , and the hardnesse of thy fortune beyonde the bitternesse of thy words . Die Phao , Phao die : for there is no hope if thou bee wise , nor safetie , if thou be fortunate . Ah Phao , the more thou seekest to suppresse those mounting affections , they soare the loftier , & the more thou wrastlest with them the stronger they waxe , not vnlike vnto a ball , which the harder it is throwne against the earth , the higher it boundeth into the ayre : or our Sycilyan stone , which groweth hardest by hammeringe . O diuine loue , and therefore diuine , because loue , whose deitie no conceite canne compase , and therfore no authoritie canne constraine , as miraculous in working as mightie , & no more to bee suppressed then comprehended . Howe now Phao , whether art thou caried , committing idolatrie with that God , whome thou hast cause to blaspheme . O Sapho , faire Sapho ; peace miserable wretch , enioy thy care in couert , we are willow in thy hatte , and baies in thy hart . Leade a Lamb in thy hand , & a Fox in thy head , a doue on the back of thy hand , & a sparow in the palme . Gold boyleth best , when it bubleth least , water runneth smoothest , where it is deepest . Let thy loue hang at thy hearts bottome , not at the tongues brimme . Things vntold , are vndone , there can be no greater comforte , then to know much , nor any lesse labour , then to saye nothing . But ah thy bewty Sapho , thy bewty . Beginnest thou to blabbe ? I blabbe it Phao , as long as thou blabbest her bewty . Bees that die with honney , are buried with harmonie . Swannes that end their liues with songs , are couered when they are dead , with flowers : and they that till their latter gaspe commend bewty , shall be euer honoured with benefites . In these extreamities I will goe to none other Oracle , then Sybilla , whose olde yeares haue not beene idle in these young attemptes , & whose sound aduice may mitigate ( though the heauens cannot remoue ) my miseries . O Sapho , sweete Sapho , Sapho . Sibilla ?

Syb.

Who is there ?

Phao

One not worthy to be one .

Syb.

Faire Phao ?

Phao

Vnfortunate Phao .

Syb.

Come in .

Phao

So I wil , and quite thy tale of Phoebus , with one whose brightnesse darkeneth Phoebus . I loue Sapho , Sybilla , Sapho , ah Sapho , Sybilla .

Syb.

A short tale Phao , and a sorowfull , it asketh pitie rather then counsell .

Phao

So it is Sybilla : yet in those firm yeares me thinketh there shold harbour such experience , as may deferre , though not take away , my destinie .

Syb.

It is hard to cure that by wordes , which cannot be eased by hearbes , and yet if thou wilt take aduice , be attentiue .

Phao

I haue brought mine eares of purpose , and will hang at your mouth , til you haue finished your discourse .

Syb.

Loue , faire child , is to be gouerned by arte , as thy boat by an oare : for fancie , thogh it commeth by hazard , is ruled by wisdome . If my preceptes may perswade , ( and I pray thee let them perswade ) I woulde wish thee first to be diligent : for that womenne desire nothing more then to haue their seruants officious . Be alwaies in sight , but neuer slothful . Flatter I meane , lie , litle things catch light mindes , and fancy is a worme , that feedeth first vpon fenell . Imagine with thy selfe all are to bee won , otherwise mine aduise were as vnnecessary as thy labour . It is vnpossible for the brittle mettall of women to withstand the flattering attemptes of men : only this , let them be asked , their sex requireth no lesse , their modesties are to be allowed so much . Be prodigall in prayses and promises , bewtie must haue a trumpet , & pride a gifte . Peacocks neuer spread their feathers , but when they are flattered , & Gods are seldome pleased , if they be not bribed . There is none so foule , that thinketh not her selfe faire . In commending thou canst loose no labor . for of euery one thou shalt be beleeued . O simple women , that are brought rather to beleeue what their eares heare of flattering men , then what their eies see in true glasses .

Phao

You degresse onely to make me beleeue , that women do so lightly beleeue .

Sybilla

Then to the purpose . Chuse such times to break thy suite , as thy Lady is pleasant . The wooden horse entred Troy , when the soldiers were quaffyng , and Penelope forsooth , whome fables make so coy , among the pottes wrong her wooers by the fists , when she lowred on their faces . Grapes are minde glasses . Venus worketh in Bacchus presse , & bloweth fire vpon his lycour . When thou talkest with her , let thy speach be pleasant , but not incredible . Chuse such words as may ( as many may ) melt her minde . Honney ranckleth , when it is eaten for pleasure and faire words wound , when they are hearde for loue . Write , and persist in writing , they read more then is written to them , & write lesse then they thinke . In conceite studie to be pleasaunt in attire braue , but not too curious , when she smileth laugh outright , if rise , stande vp , if sit , lye downe . Loose al thy time to keepe time with her . Can you sing , shew your cunning , can you daunce , vse your legges , can you play vppon any instrument , practise your fingers to please her fancy , seeke out qualyties . If she seeme at the first cruell , be not discouraged . I tell the a straung thing , womenne striue , because they would be ouercome , force they call it : but such a welcome force they account it , that continually , they study to be enforced . To faire words ioyne sweet kisses , which if they gently receiue , I say no more , they wil gently receiue . But be not pinned alwaies on her sleeues , straungers haue greene rushes , when daily guests are not worth a rushe . Looke pale , and learne to be leane , that who so seeth thee , may say , the Gentleman is in loue . Vse no sorcerie to hasten thy successe , wit is a witch , Vlysses was not faire , but wise , not cunning in charmes , but sweete in speach , whose filed tonge made those inamoured that sought to haue him inchaunted . Be not coy , beare , sooth , sweare , die to please thy Lady , these are rules for poore louers , to others I am no mistresse . He hath wit ynough , that can giue ynough . Dumbe men are eloquent , if they be liberall . Beleeue me great gifts are little Gods . When thy mistresse doth bend her brow , do not thou bend thy fiste . Camokes must be bowed with sleight , not strength , water to be trained with pipes , not stopped with sluses , fire to be quenched with dust , not with swordes . If thou haue a ryuall , be pacient , arte muste winde him out not malice : time , not might , her chaunge , and thy constancie . Whatsoeuer she weareth : sweare it becomes her . In thy louce be secrete . Venus cofers , though they bee hollow , neuer sound , & when they seeme emptiest , they are fullest . Old foole that I am , to doe thee good , I beginne to doate , & counsell that , which I woulde haue concealed . Thus Phao haue I giuen thee certeine regardes , no rules , only to set thee in the way , not to bring thee home .

Phao

Ah Sybilla , I pray goe on , that I may glutte my selfe in this science .

Syb.

Thou shalt not surfette Phao , whilest I diet thee . Flyes that die on the honney suckle become poyson to bees . A little in loue is a great deale .

Phao

But all that can be saide not enough .

Syb.

White siluer draweth blacke lines , and sweete wordes will breede sharpe tormentes .

Phao

What shall become of mee ?

Syb.

Goe dare

Phao

I goe , Phao , thou canst but die , & then as good die with great desires , as pine in base fortunes .

Exit .
Actus tertius , Schaena prima . Trachinus , Pandion , Mileta , Ismena , Eugenua . Trach.

Sapho is falne sodenly sick , I cannot guesse the cause .

Milet.

Some colde belike , or els a womans qualme .

Pandi.

A straunge nature of colde , to driue one into such an heate .

Milet.

Your Phisick sir I thinke be of the second sort , els would you not iudge it rare , that whot feuers are ingendred by cold causes .

Pandi.

Indeede Lady , I haue no more Phisick then wil purge choller , and that if it please you , I will practise vppon you . It is good for women that be waspish .

Isme.

Fayth sir no , you are best purge your owne melancholy : belike you are a male content .

Pandi.

It is true , and are not you a female content .

Trach.

Softe , I am not content , that a male and Female content , should go together .

Milet.

Ismena is disposed to be merie .

Isme.

No , it is Pandion would faine seeme wise .

Trach.

You shall not fall out ? for Pigions after byting fall to billing , and open iarres make the closest iestes .

Euge.

Mileta , Ismena , Mileta : Come away , my Lady is in a sowne .

Milet.

Aye me .

Isme.

Come , let vs make haste .

Trach.

I am sorie for Sapho : because shee will take no Phisicke , like you Pandion , who being sick of the sullens , will seeke no friend .

Pandi.

Of men we learne to speake , of Gods to holde our peace . Silence shall disgeste what follye hath swallowed , and wisdome weane what fancie hath noursed .

Trach.

Is it not loue ?

Pandi.

If it were , what then ?

Trach.

Nothing , but that I hope it be not .

Pandi.

Why , in courtes there is nothing more common . And as to be bald among the Micanyans it was accounted no shame , because they were all balde : so to be in loue among courtiers it is no discredit : for that they are al in loue .

Trach.

Why , what doe you think of our Ladies ?

Pandi.

As of the Seres wooll , which beeing whitest & softest , fretteth soone stand deepest .

Trach.

I will not tempt you in your deepe Melancholy , least you seeme sowre to those , which are so sweete . But come , let vs walke a litle into the fieldes , it may bee the open ayre will disclose your close conceites .

Pandi.

I will goe with you : but send our pages away .

Exeunt .
Actus tertius , Schaena secunda . Cryticus , Molus , Calyploo . Criti.

What browne studie art thou in Molus , no mirth ? no life ?

Molus

I am in the depth of my learning driuen to a muse , how this lent I shall scamble in the court , that was woont to fast so ofte in the Vniuersitie .

Criti

Thy belly is thy God .

Molus

Then is he a deaffe God .

Criti.

Why ?

Molus

For venter non habet aures . But thy backe is thy God .

Criti.

Then is it a blind God .

Molus

How proue you that ?

Criti.

Easie . Nemo videt manticae , quod intergo est .

Molus

Then woulde the sachell that hanges at your God , id est , your backe , were full of meate to stuffe my God , hoc est , my belly .

Criti.

Excellent . But how canst thou studie , when thy minde is onely in the kitchen ?

Molus

Doth not the horse trauell beste , that sleapeth with his head in the maunger ?

Criti.

Yes , what then ?

Molus

Good wittes wil apply . But what cheere is there here this Lent ?

Criti.

Fish .

Molus

I can eate none , it is winde .

Cryti.

Egges .

Molus

I must eate none , they are fire .

Criti.

Cheese .

Molus

It is against the old verse , Caseus est nequam .

Cryti.

Yea , but it disgesteth all things except it selfe .

Molus

Yea , but if a man hath nothing els to eate , what shall it disgest ?

Criti.

You are disposed to iest . But if your silken throat can swallow no packthread , you must pick your teeth , and play with your trencher .

Molus

So shall I not incurre the fulsom & vnmannerly sinne of surfetting . But here commeth Calipho .

Criti.

What newes ?

Caly.

Since my being here , I haue sweat like a dogge , to proue my maister a deuill , hee brought such reasons to refel me , as I promise you , I shall like the better of his witte , as long as I am with him .

Molus

How ?

Caly.

Thus , I alwayes arguing that he had hornes , & therefore a diuell , he saide : foole , they are things lyke hornes , but no hornes . For once in the Senate of Gods being holde a solemn sesion , in the midst of their talk I put in my sentence , which was so indifferent , that they all concluded it might aswel haue beene lefte out , as put in , and so placed on each side of my head things lyke hornes , and called me a Parenthesis , Nowe my maisters , this may be true , for I haue seene it my selfe aboute diuerse sentences .

Molus

It is true , and the same time did Mars make a full point , that Vulcans head was made a Parenthesis .

Criti.

This shall go with me , I trust in Syracusa to giue one or other a Parenthesis .

Molus

Is Venus yet come home ?

Caly.

No , but were I Vulcan , I would by the Gods ,

Criti.

What wouldest thou ?

Caly.

Nothing , but as Vulcan halt by the Gods .

Criti.

I thought you would haue hardly entreated Venus .

Caly.

Nay , Venus is easily entreated : but let that goe bie .

Criti.

What ?

Caly.

That which maketh so many Parenthesis .

Molus

I must goe by too , or els my maister will not go by mee : but meete me full with his fiste . Therfore , if we shall sing , giue me my part quickly : for if I tarrie long , I shall cry my parte wofully .

Song . Exeunt .
Actus tertius , Schaena tertia . Sapho in her bed , Mileta , Ismena , Kanope , Eugenua , Fauilla , Lamya . Sapho .

Hey ho : I know not which way to turne me Ah , ah , I fainte , I die ,

Milet.

Madame , I thinke it good you haue more clothes , and sweate it out .

Sapho

No , no , the best ease I finde is to sigh it out .

Isme.

A straunge disease , that should breede such a desire .

Sapho

A strang desire that hath brought such a disease .

Cano.

Where , Ladie , doe you feele your most paine ?

Sapho

Where no bodie els can feele it Canope .

Cano.

At the heart ?

Sapho

In the heart .

Cano.

Will you haue any Mithrydate ?

Sapho

Yea , if for this disease there wer any Mithrydate ?

Milet.

Why ? what disease is it Madam , that phisick can not cure ?

Sapho

Onely the disease Mileta that I haue .

Milet.

Is it a burning ague ?

Sapho

I thinke so , or a burning agonie .

Euge.

Will you haue any of this Syrope , to moysture your mouth ?

Sapho

Would I had some local things to dry my brain .

Fauil.

Madame will you see if you can sleepe ?

Sapho

Sleepe Fauilla : I shall then dreame .

Lami.

As good dreame sleeping , as sigh waking .

Euge.

Phao is cunning in all kind of simples , and it is hard , if there bee none to procure sleepe .

Sapho

Who ?

Euge.

Phao .

Sapho

Yea Phao , Phao , ah Phao , let him come presently .

Milet.

Shall we draw the curteines , whilest you gyue your selfe to slumber ?

Sapho

Doe , but departe not , I haue such startes in my sleepe , disquieted I know not how . In a slumber . Phao , Phao .

Isme.

What say you Madame ?

Sapho

Nothing , but if I sleepe not now , you sende for Phao . Ah Gods .

Shee falleth asleepe . The Curtaines drawne . Milet.

There is a fish called Garus , that healeth al sicknesse , so as whilest it is applyed one name not Garus .

Euge.

An euill medicine for vs women : for if we shuld be forbidden to name Garus , we shuld chat nothing but Garus .

Cano.

Well said Eugenua , you know your selfe .

Euge.

Yea Canope , and that I am one of your sexe .

Isme.

I haue hearde of an hearbe called Lunary , that being bound to the pulses of the sick , causeth nothinge but dreames of weddings and daunces .

Fauil.

I think Ismena , that hearb be at thy pulses now : for thou art euer talking of matches and merymentes .

Cano.

It is an vnlucky sign in the chamber of the sick to talke of mariages ; for my mother saide , it foresheweth death .

Milet.

It is very euill to Canope to sitte at the beddes feete , and foretelleth daunger : therefore remoue your stoole , and sitte by me .

Lamy.

Sure it is some cold she hath taken .

Isme.

If one were burnt , I thinke wee women woulde say , he died of a cold .

Fauil.

It may be some conceite .

Milet.

Then is there no feare : for yet did I neuer heare of a woman that died of a conceite .

Euge.

I mistruste her not : for that the owle hath not shrikte at the window , or the night Rauen croked , both being fatall .

Fauil.

You are all superstitious : for these bee but fancies of doting age : who by chance obseruing it in some , haue set it downe as a religion for all .

Milet.

Fauilla , thou art but a Girle , I would not haue a Weesel crye , nor desire to see a Glasse , nor an old wife come into my chamber : for then though I lyngred in my disease , I should neuer escape it .

Sapho

Ah , whoe is there ? what sodeine affrightes bee these ? Me thought Phao came with simples to make me sleep . Did no bodie name Phao beefore I beganne to slumber ?

Milet

Yes , we told you of him .

Sapho

Let him be heere too morow .

Milet.

He shall , will you haue a litle broth to comforte you ?

Sapho

I can relish nothing .

Milet.

Yet a little you must take to sustaine nature .

Sapho

I cannot Mileta , I will not . Oh , which way shall I lye ? what shall I doe ? Heygh ho . O Mileta , help to reare me vp , my bed , my head lyes too lowe . You pester mee with too many clothes . Fie , you keepe the chamber too hotte , auoide it , it may be I shall steale a nappe when all are gone .

Mileta

Wee will .

Sapho sola .

Ah impacient disease of loue , and Goddesse of loue thrise vnpitifull . The Eagle is neuer stricken with thunder , nor the Olyue with lightning and maye great Ladies be plagued with loue ? O Venus , haue I not strawed thine Altars with sweete roses ? kepte thy swannes in cleare ryvers ? fead thy sparrowes with ripe corne , & harboured thy doues in faire houses ? Thy Tortoys haue I nourished vnder my fig tree , my chamber haue I ceeled with thy Cockleshels , & dipped thy spung into the freshest waters . Didst thou nourse me in my swadling clouts with wholsome hearbes , that I might perish in my flowting yeares by fancie ? I perceiue , but to late I perceiue , and yet not too late , because at last , that straines are caught aswell by stooping too low , as reaching to high : that eies are bleared as soone with vapours that come from the earth , as with beames that procede from the sunne . Loue lodgeth sometimes in caues : & thou Phoebus , that in the pride of thy hearre shinest all day in our Horizon , at night dippest thy head in the Ocean . Resiste it Sapho , whilest it is yet tender . Of Acornes comes Oakes , of droppes floudes , of sparkes flames of Atomies Elementes . But alas it fareth with mee as with waspes , who feeding on serpents , make their stings more venomous : for glutting my selfe on the face of Phao , I haue made my desire more desperate . Into the neast of an Alcyon no birde can enter but the Alcyon , and into the hart of so great a Ladie can any creep but a great Lord ? There is an hearbe ( not vnlike vnto my loue ) whiche the further it groweth from the sea , the salter it is , and my desires the more they swarue from reason , the more seeme they reasonable . When Phao commeth , what then ? wilt thou open thy loue ? Yea . No Sapho : but staring in his face till thine eies dasell , and thy spirites fainte , die before his face : then this shall be written on thy Tomb , that though thy loue were greater then wisdome could endure ; yet thine honour was such , as loue could not violate , Mileta ?

Milet.

I come .

Sapho .

It wil not be , I can take no reste , which way soeuer I turne .

Milet.

A straunge maladie .

Sapho .

Mileta , if thou wilt , a Martiredom . But giue me my lute , and I will see if in songe I can beguile mine owne eies .

Milet.

Here Madame .

Sapho .

Haue you sent for Phao ?

Milet.

Yea .

Sapho .

And to bring simples that will procure sleepe ?

Milet.

No .

Sapho .

Foolish wensh , what should the boy do heere , if he bring not remedies with him ? you thinke belike I could sleep if I did but see him , Let him not come at al , yes , let him come : no , it is no matter : yet will I trie , lette him come : doe you heare ?

Milet.

Yea Madame , it shall be doone Peace , no noise : shee beginneth to fall asleepe . I will goe to Phao .

Isme.

Goe speedily : for if she wake , and finde you not heere , shee will bee angry . Sicke folkes are testie , who though they eate nothing yet they feede on gall .

The song .
Actus tertius , Schaena prima . Mileta , Phao , Ismena , Sapho , Venus . Milet.

I woulde eyther your cunning , Phao , or your fortune might by simples prouoke my Lady to some slumber .

Phao.

My simples are in operation as my simplicitie is , which if they do litle good , assuredly they can doe no harme .

Milet.

Were I sicke , the verye sight of thy faire face would driue me into a sound sleepe .

Phao.

Indeede Gentlewomen are so drowsie in their desires , that they can scarce hold vp their eies for loue .

Milet.

I meane the delight of bewtie would so blinde my senses , as I shoulde bee quickly rocked into a deepe rest .

Phao.

You women haue an excuse for an aduauntage , which must be allowed : because onely to you women it was allotted .

Milet.

Phao , thou art passing faire , & able to drawe a chaste eie not only to glaunce : but to gaze on thee . Thy yong yeares , thy quick wit , thy staied desires are of force to controll those which should commaund .

Phao.

Lady , I forgot to commend you first , and leaste I shoulde haue ouerslipped to praise you at all , you haue brought in my bewtie , which is simple , that in curtisie I might remember yours , which is singular .

Milet.

You mistake of purpose , or misconster of malice .

Phao.

I am as farre from malice , as you from loue , & to mistake of purpose , were to mislike of peeuishnes .

Milet.

As far as I from loue ? Why , think you me so dul I cannot loue , or so spitefull I will not ?

Phao.

Neither Lady : but how shoulde men imagine women can loue , when in their mouths there is nothing rifer , then in faith I do not loue .

Milet.

Why , wil you haue womens loue in their tongs ?

Phao.

Yea , els do I think there is none in their harts .

Milet.

Why ?

Phao.

Because there was neuer any thing in the bottom of a womans hart , that commeth not to her tongs end .

Milet.

You are too young to cheapen loue .

Sapho .

Yet old ynough to talk with market folkes .

Milet.

Well , let vs in .

Isme.

Phao is come .

Sapho .

Who ? Phao ? Phao , let him come neere : but who sent for him ?

Milet.

You Madame .

Sapho .

I am loath to take any medicins : yet must I rather than pine in these maladies . Phao , you may make me sleepe , if you will ?

Phao.

If I can , I must , if you will ?

Sapho .

What hearbes haue you brought Phao ?

Phao.

Such as will make you sleepe Madame , though they cannot make me slumber .

Sapho .

Why , how can you cure me , when you cannot remedy your selfe ?

Phao.

Yes Madame , the causes are contrary . For it is onely a drinesse in your braines , that keepeth you from rest , But ,

Sapho .

But what ?

Phao.

Nothing , but mine is not so .

Sapho .

Nay , then I despaire of helpe , if our disease bee not all one .

Phao.

I would our diseases were all one .

Sapho .

It goes hard with the pacient , when the Phisition is desperate .

Phao.

Yet Medea made the euerwaking Dragon to snorte , when shee poore soule could not winke .

Sapho .

Medaea was in loue , & nothing could cause her rest but Iason .

Phao.

Indeede I know no hearb to make louers sleepe but Heartes ease , which beecause it groweth so high , I cannot reach : for ,

Sapho .

For whom ?

Phao.

For such as loue .

Sapho .

It groweth very low , and I can neuer stoope to it that ,

Phao.

That what ?

Sapho .

That I may gather it : but why doe you sight so Phao

Phao.

It is mine vse Madame .

Sapho .

It will doe you harme , and mee too : for I neuer heare one sighe , but I must sight also .

Phao.

It were best then that your Ladyship giue mee leaue to be gone : for I can but sigh .

Sapho .

Nay stay : for now I beginne to sighe , I shall not leaue , though you be gone . But what do you thinke best for your sighing to take it away .

Phao.

Yew Madame .

Sapho .

Mee ?

Phao.

No Madame , yewe of the tree .

Sapho .

Then will I loue yewe the better . And indeede I think it would make mee sleepe too , therfore all other simples set aside , I will simply vse onely yewe .

Phao.

Doe madame : for I think nothing in the world so good as yewe .

Sapho .

Farewell for this time .

Venus .

Is not your name Phao ?

Phao.

Phao , faire Venus , whom you made so faire .

Venus .

So passing faire , O faire Phao , O sweete Phao : what wilt thou doe for Venus ?

Phao.

Anything that commeth in the compasse of my poore fortune .

Venus .

Cupid shal teach thee to shoote , & I will instruct thee to dissemble .

Phao.

I will learne any thing but dissembling .

Venus .

Why my boy .

Phao.

Because then I must learne to be a woman ,

Venus .

Thou heardest that of a man .

Phao.

Men speake trueth .

Venus .

But trueth is a she , and so alwaies painted .

Phao.

I thinke a painted trueth .

Venus .

Well , farewell for this time ; for I must visit Sapho .

Phao exit .
Actus quartus , Schaena prima . Venus , Sapho , Cupid . Venus .

Sapho , I haue heard thy complaintes , and pittied thine agonies .

Sapho .

O Venus , my cares are onely knowne to thee , and by thee only came the cause . Cupid , why didst thou wound me so deepe ?

Cupid .

My mother bad me draw mine arrow to the head .

Sapho .

Venus , why didst thou proue so hatefull ?

Venus .

Cupid tooke a wrong shafte .

Sapho .

O Cupid too vnkinde , to make me so kind , that almost I transgresse the modestie of my kinde .

Cupid .

I was blind , and could not see mine arrow .

Sapho .

How came it to passe , thou didst hit my hearte ?

Cupid .

That came by the nature of the head , which being once let out of the bowe , can finde none other lighting place but the heart .

Venus .

Be not dismaide , Phao shall yeelde .

Sapho .

If hee yeelde , then shal I shame to embrace one so meane if not , die : because I cannot embrace one so meane . Thus doe I finde no meane .

Venus .

Well , I will worke for thee . Farewell .

Sapho .

Farewell sweet Venus , and thou Cupid , which art sweetest in thy sharpenesse .

Exit Sapho .
Actus quartus , Schaena secunda . Venus , Cupid . Venus .

Cupid , what haste thou done put thine arrowes in Phaoes eies , and wounded thy mothers heart ?

Cupid .

You gaue him a face to allure , then why should not I giue him eies to pearce ?

Venus .

O Venus , vn happy Venus , who in bestowinge a benefit vpon a man , haste brought a bane vnto a Goddesse . What perplexities dost thou feele ? O faire Phao , and therefore made faire to breede in me a frenzie ? O would that when I gaue thee golden locks to curle thy head , I had shackled thee with yron lockes on thy feete . And when I noursed thee Sapho with lettice , woulde it had turned to hemlocke , Haue I brought a smooth skin ouer thy face to make a rough scarre in my heart ? and giuen thee a fresh colour like the damask rose , to make mine pale like the stained Turkie . O Cupid , thy flames with Psyches were but sparks , and my desires with Adonis but dreames , in respecte of these vnacquainted tormentes . Laugh Iuno , Venus is in loue , but Iuno shall not see with whom , least shee be in loue . Venus belike is become stale . Sapho forsooth because she hath many vertues , therfore she must haue all the fauours . Venus waxeth old : and then she was a pretie wench , when Iuno was a young wife , nowe crowes foote is on her eie , and the blacke oxe hath troad on her foote . But were Sapho neuer so vertuous , doth she thinke to contend with Venus to be as amorous ? Yeelde Phao , but yeeld to me Phao , I entreate where I may commaund , commaunde thou , where thou shouldest entreate . In this case Cupid what is thy counsell , Venus must both play the louer & the dissembler , & therfore the dissembler , because the Louer .

Cupid .

You will euer be playing with arrows , like children with kniues , & then when you bleede , you cry , go to Vulcan , entreat by praiers , threaten with blowes , wowe with kisses , banne with curses , trie al meanes to rid these extremities .

Venus .

To what end ?

Cupid .

That he might make mee new arrowes : for nothing can roote out the desires of Phao , but a new shafte of inconstancie , nor any thing turne Saphoeshart , but a new arrow of disdaine . And then they dislyking one the other , who shall inioy Phao but Venus ?

Venus .

I will follow thy counsell . For Venus , though she be in her latter age for yeares : yet is she in her Nonage for affections . When Venus ceaseth to loue , let loue cease to rule . But come , let vs to Vulcan .

Exeunt .
Actus quartus , Schaena tertia . Sapho , Mileta , Ismena , Eugenna , Lamya , Fauilla , Canope . Sapho .

What dreames are these Mileta ? and can there be no trueth in dreams ? yea , dreams haue their trueth . Me thought I saw a Stock doue or woodquist , I knowe not how to tearm it , that brought short strawes to build his neast in a tall Caedar , where , whiles with his bill hee was framing his buylding , he lost as many fethers from his wings , as he laid strawes in his neast : yet scambling to catch hold to harbor in the house he had made , he sodenly fell from the bough where he stoode . And then pitifully casting vp his eies , he cried in such tearmes ( as I imagined ) as might either condemne the nature of such a tree , or the daring of such a minde . Whilest he lay quaking vpon the ground , & I gazing one the Caeder , I might perceiue Antes to breede in the rinde coueting only to hoord , & caterpillers to cleaue to the leaues , labouring only to suck , which caused mo leaues to fall from the tree , then there did feathers before from the doue . Me thought Mileta , I sighed in my sleepe , pittying both the fortune of the bird , & the misfortun of the tree but in this time quils began to bud againe in the bird , which made him looke as though he would flie vp , and then wished I that the body of the tree woulde bowe , that hee might but creepe vp the tree , then and so . Hey , ho .

Milet.

And so what ?

Sapho .

Nothing Mileta : but , and so I waked . But did no bodie dreame but I ?

Milet.

I dreamed last night , but I hope dreames are contrary , that holding my heade ouer a sweete smoke , al my haire blazd on a bright flame . Me thought Ismena cast water to quench it : yet the sparks fell on my bosom , and wiping them away with my hand , I was all in a gore bloud , till one with a few fresh flowers staunched it . And so stretching my self as stif I started , it was but a dream .

Isme.

It is a signe you shall fall in loue with hearinge faire words . Water signifieth counsell , flowers death . And nothing can purge your louing humour but death .

Milet.

You are no interpreter : but an interprater , harping alwaies vpon loue , till you be as blind as a Harpar .

Isme.

I remember last night but one , I dreamed mine eie tooth was lose , & that I thrust it out with my tonge .

Milet.

It foretelleth the losse of a friende : and I euer thought thee so full of prattle , that thou wouldest thrust out the best friend with the tatling .

Isme.

Yea Mileta : but it was loose beefore , and if my friend bee lose , as good thrust out with plaine words , as kept in with dissembling .

Euge.

Dreams are but dotings , which come either by things wee see in the day , or meates that we eate , and so the common sense preferring it to bee the imaginatiue .

Isme.

Softe Philosophatrix , well seene in the secretes of arte , and not seduced with the superstitions of nature .

Sapho .

Ismenaes tongue neuer lyeth still , I think all her teeth will bee loose , they are so often iogged againste her tongue . But say on Eugenua .

Euge.

There is all .

Sapho .

What did you dreame , Canope ?

Cano.

I seldome dreame Madame : but sithence your sicknesse , I cannot tell whether with ouer watching but I haue had many phantastical visions , for euen now slumbring by your beddes side , mee thought I was shadowed with a clowd , where labouring to vnwrap my selfe , I was more intangled . But in the midst of my striuing , it seemed to myself gold , with faire drops , I filled my lap , and running to shew it my fellowes , it turned to duste , I blushed , they laughed ; and then I waked , being glad it was but a dreame .

Isme.

Take heede Canope , that gold tempt not your lappe , and then you blush for shame .

Cano.

It is good lucke to dreame of gold .

Isme.

Yea , if it had continued gold .

Lamya .

I dreame euery night , and the last night this . Me though that walking in the sunne , I was stung with the flye Tarantula , whose venom nothing can expell but the sweete consent of musicke . I tried all kinde of instruments , but found no ease , till at the last two Lutes tuned in one key , so glutted my thirsting eares , that my griefe presently seased , for ioye whereof as I was clapping my handes , your Ladyship called .

Milet.

It is a signe that nothing shall asswage your loue but mariage : for such is the tying of two in wedlocke , as is the tuning of two Lutes , in one key : for strikinge the stringes of the one , strawes will stirre vpon the stringes of the other , and in two mindes lincked in loue , one cannot be delighted but the other reioyceth .

Fauil.

Mee thought going by the sea side amonge Pebels , I sawe one playing with a rounde stone , euer throwing it into the water , when the sunne shined : I asked the name , hee saide , it was called Abeston , which being once whotte , would neuer be cold , he gaue it me , and vanished . I forgetting my selfe , delighted with the fayre showe , woulde alwayes shewe it by candle light , pull it out in the Sunne , and see howe bright it woulde look in the fire , where catching heate , nothing could coole it : for anger I threwe it against the wall , and with the heauing vp of myne arme I waked .

Milet.

Beware of loue , Fauilla : for women hearts are such stones , which warmed by affection , cannot be coold by wisdome .

Fauil.

I warrant you : for I neuer credit mennes words .

Isme.

Yet be warie , for women are scorched somtimes with mens eies , though they had rather consume then confesse .

Sapho .

Cease your talking : for I would faine sleepe , to see if I can dreame , whether the birde hath feathers , or the Antes winges . Draw the curteine .

Actus quartus , Schaena quarta . Venus , Vulcan , Cupid . Venus .

Come Cupid , Vulcans flames must quench Venus fires . Vulcan ?

Vulc.

Who ?

Venus .

Venus .

Vulc.

Ho , ho , Venus .

Venus .

Come sweete Vulcan , thou knowest how sweete thou hast found Venus , who being , of all the gooddesses the most faire , hath chosen thee of all the Gods the most foule , thou must needes then confesse I was most louing . Enquire not the cause of my suite by questions : but preuent the effects by curtisie . Make me six arrowe heads : it is giuen thee of the Gods by permission to frame them to any purpose , I shall request them by praier . Why lowrest thou Vulcan ? wilt thou haue a kisse : holde vppe thy head . Venus hath young thoughtes , and fresh affections . Rootes haue stringes , when boughs haue no leaues . But hearken in thine eare Vulcan : how saiest thou ?

Vulc.

Vulcan is a God with you , when you are disposed to flatter . A right womanne , whose tongue is lyke a Bees stinge , which pricketh deepest , when it is fullest of honnye . Because you haue made mine eies dronk with fayre lookes , you wil set mine eares on edge with sweete words . You were woont to say that the beating of hammers made your head ake , and the smoake of the forge your eies water , and euery coale was a blocke in your way . You weepe rose water , when you aske , and spitte vineger , when you haue obteined . What would you now , with new arrowes ? belike Mars hath a tougher skin one his heart , or Cupid a weaker arme , or Venus a better courage . Well Venus , there is neuer a smile in your face but hath made a wrinkle in my forehead . Ganymedes must fill your cuppe , and you wil pledge none but Iupiter . But I wil not chide Venus : Come Cyclops , my wife must haue her will let vs doe that in earth , which the Gods cannot vndoe in heauen .

Venus .

Gramercie sweete Vulcan : to your worke .

The Song in making of the Arrowes . Vulc.

Heere Venus , I haue finished these arrowes by arte , bestowe them you by witte : for as great aduise must he vse that hath them , as hee cunning that made them .

Venus .

Vulcan , nowe you haue done with your forge , lette vs alone with the fancye : you are as the Fletcher , not the Archer , to meddle with the arrowe , not the aime .

Vulc.

I thought so : when I haue done working , you haue done woowing . Where is now sweete Vulcan ? Wel , I can say no more , but this which is enoughe , and as much as any can say : Venus is a woman .

Venus .

Bee not angrye Vulcan , I will loue thee agayne , when I haue eyther businesse , or nothing els to doe .

Cupid .

My mother will make muche of you , when there are no more men then Vulcan .

Actus quintus , Schaena prima Venus , Cupid . Venus .

Come Cupid , receiue with thy fathers instruments , thy mothers instructions : for thou must be wise in conceite , if thou wilt be fortunate in execution . This arrow is feathered with the winges of Aegitus , which neuer sleepeth for feare of his hen : the heade toucht with the stone Perillus , which causeth mistruste and ielousie . Shoote this , Cupid , at men that haue faire wiues , which will make them rubbe the browes , when they swell in the braines . This shaft is headed with Lidian steel , which striketh a deepe disdain of that which we most desire , the feathers are of Turtel , but dipped in the bloud of a Tigresse , draw this vp close to the head at Sapho , that she may despise , where now she doates . Good my boye , gall her on the side , that for Phaos loue she may neuer sighe . This arrow is feathered with the Phoenix winge , and headed with the Eagles bill , it maketh men passionate in desires , in loue constant , and wise in conueiaunce , melting as it were their fancies into faith : this arrowe , sweete childe , and with as great ayme as thou canst , must Phao be striken withall , and cry softly to thy selfe in the very loose , Venus . Sweete Cupid mistake me not , I wil make a quiuer for that by it selfe . The fourth hath feathers of the Peacocke , but glewed with the gum of the Mirtle tree , headed with fine golde , and fastened with brittle Chrysocoll : this shoote at daintie and coy Ladies , at amiable and young Nymphes , chuse no other white but women : for this will worke lyking in their mindes , but not loue affabilitie in speach , but no faith , courtly fauours , to bee Mistresses ouer many , but constant to none : sighes to be fetcht from the longes , not the heart , and teares to bee wronge out with their fingers , not their eies , secrete laughing at mens pale lookes and neate attire , open reioycinge at their owne comlinesse and mens courtinge . Shoote this arrowe among the thickest of them , whose bosomes lye open , because they woulde be striken with it . And seeing men tearme women Iupiters fooles , women shall make men Venus fooles . This shafte is leade in the head , and whose feathers are of the night Rauen , a deadly and poysoned shafte , which breedeth hate onely against those which sue for loue . Take heede Cupid thou hitte not Phao with this shafte : for then shall Venus perishe . This laste is an old arrow , but newlye mended , the arrow which hitte both Sapho and Phao , working onely in meane mindes an aspiring to superiours , & in high estates a stooping to inferiours : with this Cupid I am galled my selfe , till thou haue galled Phao with the other .

Cupid .

I warrant you I will cause Phao to languishe in your loue and Sapho to disdaine his .

Venus

Goe , loyter not , nor mistake your shafte . Now Venus , hast thou plaide a cunning parte , though not curraunt . But why should Venus dispute of vnlawfulnesse in loue , or faith in affection ? beeing both the Goddesse of loue and affection ? knowing there is as litle trueth to be vsed in loue , as there is reason . No , sweete Phao , Venus will obtaine because she is venus . Not thou Ioue with thunder in thy hand , shalt take him out of my hands . I haue new arrowes now for my boy , and fresh flames , at which the Gods shall tremble , if they beginne to trouble me . But I will expect the euent , and tarye for Cupid at the forge .

Actus quintus , Schaena secunda . Sapho , Cupid , Mileta , Venus . Sapho .

What hast thou done Cupid ?

Cupid .

That my mother commaunded , Sapho .

Sapho .

My thinkes I feele an alteration in my minde , and as it were a withstanding in my self of mine own affections .

Cupid .

Then hath mine arrow his effect .

Sapho .

I pray thee tell me the cause ?

Cupid .

I dare not .

Sapho .

Feare nothing : for if Venus fret , Sapho canne frowne , thou shalt bee my sonne . Mileta , giue him some sweete meates , speake good Cupid , and I will giue thee many pretie things .

Cupid .

My mother is in loue with Phao , she willed mee to strike you with disdain of him , and him with desire of her .

Sapho .

O spitefull Venus , Mileta giue him some of that . What els Cupid ?

Cupid .

I could be euen with my mother : and so I will , if I shall call you mother ?

Sapho .

Yea Cupid , call me any thing , so I may be euen with her .

Cupid .

I haue an arrow , with which if I strike Phao , it will cause him to loth onely Venus .

Sapho .

Sweete Cupid , strike Phao with it . Thou shalt sitte in my lappe , I will rocke thee asleepe , and feede thee with all these fine knackes .

Cupid .

I will about it .

Exit Cupid . Sapho .

But come quickly againe . Ah vnkinde Venus , is this thy promise to Sapho ? But if I gette Cuppid from thee , I my selfe will be the Queene of loue . I will direct these arrowes with better aime , and conquer mine own affections , with greater modesty . Venus heart shal flame , and her loue be as common as her crafte . O Mileta , time hath disclosed that , which my temperance hath kept in : but sith I am rid of the disease , I will not be ashamed to confesse the cause . I loued Phao Mileta , a thing vnfit for my degree , but forced by my desire .

Milet.

Phao ?

Sapho .

Phao , Mileta , of whom nowe Venus is inamoured .

Milet.

And doe you loue him still .

Sapho .

No , I feele relenting thoughtes , and reason not yeelding to appetite . Let Venus haue him , no , shee shall not haue him . But here coms Cupid . How now my boy , haste thou done it ?

Cupid .

Yea , and left Phao rayling on Venus , and cursing her name : yet stil sighing for Sapho , and blasing her vertues .

Sapho .

Alas poore Phao , thy extreame loue should not be requited with so meane a fortune , thy faire face deserued greater fauours : I cannot loue , Venus hath hardened my heart .

Venus .

I meruale Cupid commeth not all this while . How now , in Saphoes lappe ?

Sapho .

Yea Venus , what say you to it , in Saphoes lap .

Venus .

Sir boy , come hither ?

Cupid .

I will not .

Venus .

What now ? will you not ? hath Sapho made you so sawcie ?

Cupid .

I wil be Saphoes sonne , I haue as you commanded striken her with a deepe disdaine of Phao , and Phao as she entreated me , with a great despite of you .

Venus .

Vnhappy wag , what hast thou done ? I will make thee repent it euery vaine in thy heart .

Sapho .

Venus be not collerick , Cupid is mine , he hath giuen me his Arrowes , and I will giue him a new bowe to shoote in . You are not worthy to be the Ladye of loue , that yeelde so often to the impressions of loue . Immodest Venus , that to satisfie the vnbrideled thoughtes of thy hearte , transgressest so farre from the staye of thine honour . Howe sayest thou Cupid , wilt thou bee with me ?

Cupid .

Yes .

Sapho .

Shall not I bee on earth the Goddesse of affections ?

Cupid .

Yes .

Sapho .

Shall not I rule the fansies of men , and leade Venus in chaines like a captiue ?

Cupid .

Yes .

Sapho .

It is a good boy .

Venus .

What haue we here ? you the Goddesse of Loue ? and you her sonne , Cupid ? I will tame that proud heart , els shall the Gods say , they are not Venus friendes . And as for you , sit boy , I will teach you how to run away : you shal be stript from toppe to toe , and whipt with nettles , not roses . I will set you to blowe Vulcans coales , not to beare Venus quiuer , I will handle you for this geare : well , I say no more . But as for the new Mistresse of loue , or Lady , I cry you mercie , I think you would be called a Goddesse , you shall know what it is to vsurpe the name of Venus . I will pull those plumes , and cause you to cast your eyes on your feete , not your feathers : your softe hayre will I turne to harde bristles , your tongue to a stinge , and those alluring eyes to vnluckynes , in which if the Gods ayde me not , I will cursse the Gods .

Sapho .

Venus , you are in a vaine aunswerable to your vanitie , whose highe woordes neither beecome you , nor feare mee . But lette this suffice , I will keepe Cupid in dispighte of you , and yet with the contente of the Gods .

Venus .

Will you ? why then we shal haue pretie Gods in heauen , when you take Gods prisoners on earth . Before I sleepe you shall both repent , and finde what it is but to thinke vnreuerently of Venus . Come Cupid , shee knowes not how to vse thee , come with mee , you knowe what I haue for you : will you not ?

Cupid .

Not I .

Venus .

Well , I will be euen with you both , & that shortlye ,

Exit . Sapho .

Cupid , feare not , I will direct thine arrowes better . Euery rude asse shall not say he is in loue . It is a toye made for Ladies , and I will keepe it onely for Ladies .

Cupid .

But what will you doe for Phao ?

Sapho .

I wil wish him fortunate . This wil I do for Phao , because I once loued Phao : for neuer shall it be said that Sapho loued to hate , or that out of loue she coulde not be as courteous , as she was in loue passionate . Come Mileta , shut the doore .

Exeunt .
Actus quintus , Schaena tertia . Phao. Sybilla . Phao.

Goe to Sybilla , tell the beginning of thy loue , and the end of thy fortune . And loe how happilye shee sitteth in her caue . Sybilla ?

Syb.

Phao , welcome , what newes ?

Phao.

Venus , the Goddesse of loue I loth , Cupid causd it with a new shafte . Sapho disdaineth mee , Venus causd it for a new spite . O Sybilla , if Venus be vnfaithfull in loue , where shall one flye for trueth ? Shee vseth deceite , is it not then likely she will dispence with subtiltie . And being carefull to commit iniuries , will shee not be carelesse to reuenge them ? I must nowe fall from loue to labour , and endeuour with mine oare to gette a fare , not with my penne to write a fancie . Loues are but smokes , which vanish in the seeing , and yet hurte whilest they are seene . A Ferrie Phao , no the starres cannot call it a worser fortune . Raung rather ouer the world , forsweare affections , entreate for death . O Sapho , thou haste Cupid in thine armes , I in my hearte , thou kissest him for sporte , I muste curse him for spite : yet will I not curse him Sapho , whome thou kissest . This shal be my resolution , where euer I wander , to be as I were euer kneeling before Sapho , my loyalty vnspotted , though vnrewarded . With as litle malice wil I goe to my graue , as I did lye with all in my cradle . My life shal be spente in sighing and wishing , the one for my bad fortune , the other for Saphoes good .

Sybil.

Doe so Phao : for destinie calleth thee aswell from Sycily as from loue . Other things hange ouer thy head , which I must neither tell , nor thou enquire . And so farewell .

Phao.

Farewell Sybilla , and farewell Sycily . Thoughtes shal be thy foode , and in thy steppes shal be printed beehinde thee , that there was none so loyall lefte behinde thee . Farewell Syracusa , vnworthy to harbour faith , and when I am gone , vnlesse Sapho be here , vnlikely to harbour any .

The Epilogue .

THey that treade in a maze , walke oftentimes in one path , & at the last come out where they entred in . Wee feare we haue lead you all this while in a Labyrinth of conceites , diuerse times hearing one deuice , & haue now brought you to an end , where we first beganne . Which wearisome trauaile , you must impute to the necessitie of the hystorie , as Theseus did his labour to the arte of the Labyrinth . There is nothing causeth such giddines , as going in a wheele , neither can there any thing breede such tediousnesse , as hearing manie words vttered in a small compass . But if you accept this daunce of a Farie in a circle , wee will herafter at your willes frame our fingers to all formes . And so we wish euery one of you a thread to leade you out of the doubts , wherwith we leaue you intangled : that nothing be mistaken by our rash ouersightes , nor misconstrued by your deepe insights .

Imprinted at London by Thomas Dawson , for Thomas Cadman .

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