Enter Gonzago hastily.
Gon. Sir, sir, this plane-tree was not planted here 700
To get into my daughter’s chamber, and so she pray’d me tell you.
What though the main arms spread into her window,
And easy labour climbs it, sir, know
She has a voice to speak, and bid you welcome
With so full breast that both your ears shall hear on’t,
And so she pray’d me tell you. Ha’ we no brain!
Youth thinks that age, age knows that youth is vain.
[Exit.
Tib. Why, now I have it, Fawn,—the way, the means, and meaning. Good duke, and ’twere not for pity, I could laugh at thee. Dulcimel, I am thine most miraculously; I will now begin to sigh, read poets, look pale, go neatly, and be most apparently in love; as for—— 713
Herc. As for your old father——
Tib. Alas! he and all know, this an old saw hath bin,
Faith’s breach for love and kingdoms is no sin.
[Exit.
Herc. Where are we now, Cyllenian Mercury?
And thou, quick issue[272] of Jove’s broken pate,
Aid and direct us; you better stars to knowledge,
Sweet constellations, that affect[273] pure oil, 720
And holy vigil of the pale-cheek’d muses,
Give your best influence, that with able spright
We may correct and please, giving full light
To every angle of this various sense:
Works of strong birth end better than commence.
[Exit.