They all are in a muse.
Mort. Oh heedlesse youth, where counsaile is dispis’d.
Dorot. Come prettie knaue, and prank it by my side,
Lets see your best attendaunce out of hande.
Dwarfe. Madame altho my lims are very small,
My heart is good, ile serue you therewithall.
Doro. How if I were assaild, what couldst thou do?
Dwarf. Madame call helpe, and boldly fight it to,
Altho a Bee be but a litle thing:
You know faire Queen, it hath a bitter sting. 950
Dor. How couldst thou do me good were I in greefe?
Dwar. Counsell deare Princes, is a choyce releefe.
Tho Nestor wanted force, great was his wit,
And tho I am but weake, my words are fit.
S. And. Like to a ship vpon the Ocean seas,
Tost in the doubtfull streame without a helme,
Such is a Monarke without good aduice,
I am ore heard, cast raine vpon thy tongue,
Andrewes beware, reproofe will breed a fear.
Mor. Good day my Lord. 960