Eust. So was I told by Elinor of Carlile,
But tell me louely Bartram, is the maid euil inclind,
Misled, or Concubine vnto the King or any other Lord?
Ba. Shuld I be brief & true, thẽ thus my Dicke,
All Englands grounds yeelds not a blyther Lasse.
Nor Europ can art her for her gifts, 610
Of vertue, honour, beautie, and the rest:
But our fõd king not knowing sin in lust,
Makes loue by endlesse meanes and precious gifts,
And men that see it dare not sayt my friend,
But wee may wish that it were otherwise:
But I rid thee to view the picture still,
For by the persons sights there hangs som ill.
Ba. Oh good sir Bartram, you suspect I loue,
Then were I mad, hee whom I neuer sawe,
But how so ere, I feare not entisings, 620
Desire will giue no place vnto a king:
Ile see her whom the world admires so much,
That I may say with them, there liues none such.
Bar. Be Gad and sal, both see and talke with her,
And when th’ hast done, what ere her beautie be,
Ile wartant thee her vertues may compare,
With the proudest she that waits vpon your Queen.
Eu. My Ladie intreats your Worship in to supper.
Ba. Guid bony Dick, my wife will tel thee more,
Was neuer no man in her booke before: 630
Be Gad shees blyth, faire lewely, bony, &c.
Exeunt.
Enter Bohan and the fairy king after the first act, to II. Chor.
them a rownd of Fairies, or some prittie dance.
Boh. Be Gad gramersis little king for this,
This sport is better in my exile life,
Then euer the deceitfuil werld could yeeld.
Ober. I tell thee Bohan, Oberon is king,
Of quiet, pleasure, profit, and content,
Of wealth, of honor, and of all the world, 640
Tide to no place, yet all are tide to one,
Liue thou in this life, exilde from world and men,
And I will shew thee wonters ere we part,