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one is but fraile, and the other Casuall; A cunning Thiefe, or a (that way) accomplish’d Courtier, would hazzard the winning both of first and last

       Post. Your Italy, containes none so accomplish’d a Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris: if in the holding or losse of that, you terme her fraile, I do nothing doubt you haue store of Theeues, notwithstanding I feare not my Ring

       Phil. Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen?

       Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I

       thanke him, makes no stranger of me, we are familiar at

       first

       Iach. With fiue times so much conuersation, I should get ground of your faire Mistris; make her go backe, euen to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie to friend

       Post. No, no

       Iach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate, to your Ring, which in my opinion o’re-values it something: but I make my wager rather against your Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your offence heerein to, I durst attempt it against any Lady in the world

       Post. You are a great deale abus’d in too bold a perswasion, and I doubt not you sustaine what y’are worthy of, by your Attempt

       Iach. What’s that?

       Posth. A Repulse though your Attempt (as you call

       it) deserue more; a punishment too

       Phi. Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too sodainely, let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be better acquainted

       Iach. Would I had put my Estate, and my Neighbors on th’ approbation of what I haue spoke

       Post. What Lady would you chuse to assaile? Iach. Yours, whom in constancie you thinke stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your Ring, that commend me to the Court where your Lady is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a second conference, and I will bring from thence, that Honor of hers, which you imagine so reseru’d

       Posthmus. I will wage against your Gold, Gold to it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, ‘tis part of it

       Iach. You are a Friend, and there in the wiser: if you buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram, you cannot preserue it from tainting; but I see you haue some Religion in you, that you feare

       Posthu. This is but a custome in your tongue: you

       beare a grauer purpose I hope

       Iach. I am the Master of my speeches, and would vndergo

       what’s spoken, I sweare

       Posthu. Will you? I shall but lend my Diamond till your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between’s. My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse, the hugenesse of your vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere’s my Ring

       Phil. I will haue it no lay

       Iach. By the Gods it is one: if I bring you no sufficient testimony that I haue enioy’d the deerest bodily part of your Mistris: my ten thousand Duckets are yours, so is your Diamond too: if I come off, and leaue her in such honour as you haue trust in; Shee your Iewell, this your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided, I haue your commendation, for my more free entertainment

       Post. I embrace these Conditions, let vs haue Articles betwixt vs: onely thus farre you shall answere, if you make your voyage vpon her, and giue me directly to vnderstand, you haue preuayl’d, I am no further your Enemy, shee is not worth our debate. If shee remaine vnseduc’d, you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill opinion, and th’ assault you haue made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your Sword

       Iach. Your hand, a Couenant: wee will haue these things set downe by lawfull Counsell, and straight away for Britaine, least the Bargaine should catch colde, and sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers recorded

       Post. Agreed

       French. Will this hold, thinke you

       Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it.

       Pray let vs follow ‘em.

       Exeunt.

      SCENE VI.

       Enter Queene, Ladies, and Cornelius.

       Qu. Whiles yet the dewe’s on ground,

       Gather those Flowers,

       Make haste. Who ha’s the note of them?

       Lady. I Madam

       Queen. Dispatch.

       Exit Ladies.

       Now Master Doctor, haue you brought those drugges?

       Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes, I: here they are, Madam:

       But I beseech your Grace, without offence

       (My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haue

       Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds,

       Which are the moouers of a languishing death:

       But though slow, deadly

       Qu. I wonder, Doctor,

       Thou ask’st me such a Question: Haue I not bene

       Thy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn’d me how

       To make Perfumes? Distill? Preserue? Yea so,

       That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft

       For my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded,

       (Vnlesse thou think’st me diuellish) is’t not meete

       That I did amplifie my iudgement in

       Other Conclusions? I will try the forces

       Of these thy Compounds, on such Creatures as

       We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)

       To try the vigour of them, and apply

       Allayments to their Act, and by them gather

       Their seuerall vertues, and effects

       Cor. Your Highnesse

       Shall from this practise, but make hard your heart:

       Besides, the seeing these effects will be

       Both noysome, and infectious

       Qu. O content thee.

       Enter Pisanio.

       Heere comes a flattering Rascall, vpon him

       Will I first worke: Hee’s for his Master,

       And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pisanio?

       Doctor, your seruice for this time is ended,

       Take your owne way

       Cor. I do suspect you, Madam,

       But you shall do no harme

       Qu. Hearke thee, a word Cor. I do not like her. She doth thinke she ha’s

       Strange ling’ring poysons: I do know her spirit,

       And will not trust one of her malice, with

       A drugge of such damn’d Nature. Those she ha’s,

       Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while,

       Which first (perchance) shee’l proue on Cats and Dogs,

       Then afterward vp higher: but there is

       No danger in what shew of death it makes,

       More then the locking vp the Spirits a time,

       To be more fresh, reuiuing. She is fool’d

       With a most false effect: and I, the truer,

       So to be false with her

       Qu. No further seruice, Doctor,

       Vntill I send for thee

       Cor. I humbly take my leaue.

       Enter.

      

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