Vaugh. Mistris Miniuer:
Min. Perdie sir Vaughan I cannot dance.
Vaugh. Perdie by this Miniuer cappe, and acording to his masesties leaue too, you sall be put in among theise Ladies, & daunce ere long I trest in god, the saking of the seetes.
They daunce a straine, and whilst the others keepe on, the King and Celestine stay.
Kin. That turne faire Bride shews you must turne at night,
In that sweet daunce which steales away delight.
Cæl. Then pleasure is a theife, a fit, a feauer.
Kin. True, he’s the thiefe, but women the receiuer.
Another change; they fall in, the rest goe on.
Kin. This change sweet Maide, saies you must change your life,
As Virgins doe.
Cæl. Virgins nere change their life,
She that is wiu’d a maide, is Maide and wife.