Should contribute unto so great a loss.
Mullisheg.
Alcade, they shall.—But what’s the style of king,
Without his pleasure? Find us concubines,
The fairest Christian damsels you can hire,
Or buy for gold; the loveliest of the Moors
We can command, and negroes everywhere;
Italians, French, and Dutch, choice Turkish girls,
Must fill our Alkedavy, the great palace
Where Mullisheg now deigns to keep his court.
Joffer.
Who else are worthy to be libertines
But such as bear the sword?
Mullisheg.
Joffer, thou pleasest us.
If kings on earth be termèd demigods,
Why should we not make here terrestrial Heaven?
We can, we will: our God shall be our pleasure;
For so our Meccan prophet warrants us.
And now the music of the drums surcease;
We’ll learn to dance to the soft tunes of peace.
[Hautboys. Exeunt.
EnterBessas aSea-captain, CaptainGoodlack, Roughman,and others.
Bess.
Good morrow, captain. Oh, this last sea-fight
Was gallantly performed! It did me good
To see the Spanish carvel[54]vail[55]her top
Unto my maiden flag. Where ride we now?
Goodlack.
Among the Islands.
Bess.
What coast is this we now descry from far?
Goodlack.
Yon fort’s called Fayal.
Bess.
Is that the place where Spencer’s body lies?
Goodlack.
Yes; in yon church he’s buried.
Bess.
Then know, to this place was my voyage bound,
To fetch the body of my Spencer thence;
In his own country to erect a tomb
And lasting monument, where, when I die,
In the same bed of earth my bones may lie.
Then, all that love me, arm and make for shore:
Yours be the spoil, he mine; I crave no more.
Roughman.
May that man die derided and accursed
That will not follow where a woman leads.
Goodlack.
Roughman, you are too rash, and counsel ill.
Have not the Spaniards fortified the town?
In all our ging we are but sixty-five.
Roughman.
Come, I’ll make one.
Goodlack.
Attend me, good lieutenant;
And, sweet Bess, listen what I have devised.
With ten tall fellows I have manned our boat,
To see what straggling Spaniards they can take.
And see where Fawcett is returned with prisoners.
EnterFawcett,with twoSpaniards.
Fawcett.
These Spaniards we by break of day surprised,
As they were ready to take boat for fishing.
Goodlack.
Spaniards, upon your lives, resolve us truly,
How strong’s the town and fort?
1st Spaniard.
Since English Raleigh won and spoiled it first,
The town’s re-edified, and fort new built,
And four field-pieces in the block-house lie,
To keep the harbour’s mouth.
Goodlack.
And what’s one ship to these?
Bess.
Was there not, in the time of their abode,
A gentleman called Spencer buried there,
Within the church, whom some report was slain,
Or perished by a wound?
1st Spaniard.
Indeed, there was,
And o’er him raised a goodly monument;
But when the English navy were sailed thence,
And that the Spaniards did possess the town,
Because they held him for a heretic,
They straight removed his body from the church.
Bess.
And would the tyrants be so uncharitable
To wrong the dead! Where did they then bestow him?
1st Spaniard.
They buried him i’ the fields.
Bess.
Oh, still more cruel!
1st Spaniard.
The man that ought[56]the field, doubtful his corn
Would never prosper whilst a heretic’s body
Lay there, he made petition to the church
To ha’ it digged up and burnt; and so it was.
Bess.
What’s he, that loves me, would persuade me live,
Not rather leap o’er hatches into the sea?
Yet, ere I die, I hope to be revenged
Upon some Spaniards, for my Spencer’s wrong.
Roughman.
Let’s first begin with these.
Bess.
’Las, these poor slaves! Besides their pardoned lives,
One give them money.—And, Spaniards, where you come,
Pray for Bess Bridges, and speak well o’ the English.
1st & 2nd Spaniards.
We shall.
Bess.
Our mourning we will turn into revenge,
And since the church hath censured so my Spencer,
Bestow upon the church some few cast pieces.—
Command the gunner do’t.
Goodlack.
And, if he can,
To batter it to the earth.
[A gun is discharged.
EnterClem,falling through haste.
Clem.
A sail! a sail!
Bess.
From whence?
Clem.
A pox upon yon gunner! Could he not give warning, before he had shot?
Roughman.
Why, I prithee?
Clem.
Why? I was sent to the top-mast, to watch, and there I fell fast asleep. Bounce! quoth the guns; down tumbles Clem; and, if by chance my feet had not hung in the tackles, you must have sent to England for a bone-setter, for my neck had been in a pitiful taking.
Roughman.
Thou told’st us of a sail.
EnterSailor,above.
Sailor.
Arm, gentlemen! a gallant ship of war
Makes with her full sails this way; who, it seems,
Hath took a bark of England.
Bess.
Which we’ll rescue,
Or perish in the adventure. You have sworn
That, howsoe’er we conquer or miscarry,
Not to reveal my sex.
All.
We have.
Bess.
Then, for your country’s honour, my revenge,
For your own fame, and hope of golden spoil,
Stand bravely to’t.—The manage of the fight
We leave to you.
Goodlack.
Then, now up with your fights,[57]and let your ensigns,
Blest with St. George’s cross, play with the winds.—
Fair Bess, keep you your cabin.
Bess.
Captain, you wrong me: I will face the fight;
And where the bullets sing loud’st ’bout mine ears,
There shall you find me cheering up my men.
Roughman.
This wench would of a coward make a Hercules.
Bess.
Trumpets, a charge! and with your whistles shrill,
Sound, boatswains, an alarum to your mates.
With music cheer up their astonished souls,
The whilst the thundering ordnance bear the bass.
Goodlack.
To fight against the Spaniards we desire.
Alarum, trumpets!
[Alarum.
Roughman.
Gunners, straight give fire!
[A shot is fired. ExeuntGoodlack, Bess,&c.
Re-enterCaptainGoodlack,wounded,Bess, Roughman, Fawcett,andClem.
Goodlack.
I am shot, and can no longer man the deck:
Yet let not my wound daunt your courage, mates.
Bess.
For every drop of blood that thou hast shed,
I’ll have a Spaniard’s life.—Advance your targets,
And now cry all, “Board! board! Amain for England!”
[Alarum. ExeuntGoodlack, Bess,&c.
Re-enterBess, Roughman, Fawcett, Clem,&c., victorious. TheSpaniardsprisoners.
Bess.
How is it with the captain?
Roughman.
Nothing dangerous;
But, being shot i’ the thigh, he keeps his cabin,
And cannot rise to greet your victory.
Bess.
He stood it bravely out, whilst he could stand.
Clem.
But for these Spaniards: now, you Don Diegos,
You that made Paul’s to stink.[58]
Roughman.
Before we further censure them, let’s know
What English prisoners they have here aboard. [Exit.
1st Spaniard.
You may command them all. We that were now
Lords over them, fortune hath made your slaves.—
Release our prisoners.
Bess.
Had my captain died,
Not one proud Spaniard had escaped with life.
Your ship is forfeit to us, and your goods:
So live.—Give him his long boat: him and his
Set safe ashore; and pray for English Bess.
1st Spaniard.
I know not whom you mean; but be’t your queen,
Famous Elizabeth, I shall report
She and her subjects both are merciful.
[ExeuntSpaniards.
Re-enterRoughman,with aMerchant,SpencerandEnglish Prisoners.
Bess.
Whence are you, sir, and whither were you bound?
Merchant.
I am a London merchant, bound for Barbary;
But by this Spanish man-of-war surprised,
Pillaged and captived.
Bess.
We much pity you.
What loss you have sustained, this Spanish prey
Shall make good to you, to the utmost farthing.
Merchant.
Our lives, and all our fortunes whatsoever,
Are wholly at your service.
Bess.
These gentlemen have been dejected long.
Let me peruse[59]them all, and give them money
To drink our health. And pray forget not, sirs,
To pray for——[She seesSpencer.] Hold! support me, or I faint.
Roughman.
What sudden, unexpected ecstasy
Disturbs your conquest?
Bess.
Interrupt me not;
But give me way, for Heaven’s sake!
Spencer.
I have seen
A face, ere now, like that young gentleman,
But not remember where.
Bess.
But he was slain;
Lay buried in yon church; and thence removed,
Denied all Christian rites, and, like an infidel,
Confined unto the fields; and thence digged up,
His body, after death, had martyrdom.
All these assure me ’tis his shadow dogs me,
For some most just revenge, thus far to sea.—
Is it because the Spaniards scaped with life,
That were to thee so cruel after death,
Thou haunt’st me thus? Sweet ghost, thy rage forbear;
I will revenge thee on the next we seize.
I am amazed; this sight I’ll not endure.
Sleep, sleep, fair ghost, for thy revenge is sure.
Roughman.
Fawcett, convey the owner to his cabin.
[ExitFawcettwithBess.
Spencer.
I pray, sir, what young gentleman is that?
Roughman.
He’s both the owner of the ship and goods,
That for some reasons hath his name concealed.
Spencer.
Methinks he looks like Bess; for in his eyes
Lives the first love that did my heart surprise.
Roughman.
Come, gentlemen, first make your losses good,
Out of this Spanish prize. Let’s then divide
Both several ways, and Heavens be our guide.
Merchant.
We towards Mamorah.
Roughman.
We where the Fates do please,
Till we have tracked a wilderness of seas.
[Flourish. Exeunt.
EnterChorus.
Chorus.
Our stage so lamely can express a sea,
That we are forced by Chorus to discourse
What should have been in action. Now, imagine
Her passion o’er, and Goodlack well recovered;
Who, had he not been wounded, and seen Spencer,
Had sure descried him. Much prize they have ta’en:
The French and Dutch she spares; only makes spoil
Of the rich Spaniard and the barbarous Turk.
And now her fame grows great in all these seas.
Suppose her rich, and forced, for want of water,
To put into Mamorah, in Barbary,
Where, wearied with the habit of a man,
She was discovered by the Moors aboard,
Which told it to the amorous King of Fez,
That ne’er before had English lady seen.
He sends for her on shore. How he receives her,
How she and Spencer meet, must next succeed.
Sit patient, then: when these are fully told,
Some may hap say, “Ay, there’s a girl worth gold.” [Exit.
EnterMullisheg, BashawAlcade, BashawJoffer, Attendants,&c.
Mullisheg.
But was she of such presence?
Alcade.
To describe her
Were to make eloquence dumb.
Mullisheg.
Well habited?[60]
Alcade.
I ne’er beheld a beauty more complete.
Mullisheg.
Thou hast inflamed our spirits.
In England born?
Alcade.
The captain so reported.
Mullisheg.
How her ship?
Alcade.
I never saw a braver vessel sail.
And she is called the Negro.
Mullisheg.
Ominous,
Perhaps, to our good fate: she in a Negro
Hath sailed thus far, to bosom with a Moor.
But for the motion made to come ashore,
How did she relish that?
Alcade.
I promised to the captain large reward,
To win him to it, and this day he hath promised
To bring me her free answer.
Mullisheg.
When he comes,
Give him the entertainment of a prince. [Enter aMoor.
The news with thee?
Moor.
The captain of the Negro craves admittance
Unto your highness’ presence.
Mullisheg.
A guard attend him, and our noblest bashaws
Conduct him safe where we will parley him.
Flourish. EnterCaptainGoodlackandRoughman.
Goodlack.
Long live the high and mighty King of Fez!
Mullisheg.
If thou bring’st her, then dost thou bring me life.
Say, will she come?
Goodlack.
She will, my lord; but yet conditionally,
She may be free from violence.
Mullisheg.
Now, by the mighty prophet we adore,
She shall live lady of her free desires:
’Tis love, not force, must quench our amorous fires.
Roughman.
We will conduct her to your presence straight.
[ExeuntRoughmanandGoodlack.
Mullisheg.
We will have banquets, revels, and what not,
To entertain this stranger.
[Hautboys. Re-enterCaptainGoodlackandRoughman,withBess Bridges,veiled,Fawcett,andMoors.]
A goodly presence!—Why’s that beauty veiled?
Bess.
Long live the King of Fez.
Mullisheg.
I am amazed!
This is no mortal creature I behold,
But some bright angel, that is dropped from Heaven,
Sent by our prophet.—Captain, let me thus
Embrace thee in my arms.—Load him with gold,
For this great favour.
Bess.
Captain, touch it not.—
Know, King of Fez, my followers want no gold.
I only came to see thee for my pleasure,
And show thee, what these say thou never saw’st,
A woman born in England.
Mullisheg.
That English earth may well be termed a Heaven,
That breeds such divine beauties. Make me sure
That thou art mortal by one friendly touch.
Bess.
Keep off: for, till thou swear’st to my demands,
I will have no commerce[61]with Mullisheg,
But leave thee as I came.
Mullisheg.
Were’t half my kingdom,
That, beauteous English virgin, thou shalt have.
Bess.
[HandsGoodlacka paper.] Captain, read.
Goodlack.
[Reads.] “First, liberty for her and hers to leave the land at her pleasure. Next, safe-conduct to and from her ship, at her own discretion. Thirdly, to be free from all violence, either by the king or any of his people. Fourthly, to allow her mariners fresh victuals aboard. Fifthly, to offer no further violence to her person than what he seeks by kindly usage and free entreaty.”
Mullisheg.
To these I vow and seal.
Bess.
These being assured,
Your courtship’s free, and henceforth we secured.
Mullisheg.
Say, gentlemen of England, what’s your fashion
And garb of entertainment?
Goodlack.
Our first greeting
Begins still on the lips.
Mullisheg.
Fair creature, shall I be immortalized
With that high favour?
Bess.
’Tis no immodest thing
You ask, nor shame for Bess to kiss a king. [Kisses him.
Mullisheg.
This kiss hath all my vitals ecstasied.
Roughman.
Captain,
This king is mightily in love. Well, let her
Do as she list, I’ll make use of his bounty.
Goodlack.
We should be madmen else.
Mullisheg.
Grace me so much as take your seat by me.
Bess.
I’ll be so far commanded.
Mullisheg.
Sweet, your age?
Bess.
Not fully yet seventeen.
Mullisheg.
But how your birth? How came you to this wealth,
To have such gentlemen at your command,
And what your cause of travel?
Bess.
Mighty prince,
If you desire to see me beat my breast,
Pour forth a river of increasing tears,
Then you may urge me to that sad discourse.
Mullisheg.
Not for Mamorah’s wealth, nor all the gold
Coined in rich Barbary. Nay, sweet, arise,
And ask of me, be’t half this kingdom’s treasure,
And thou art lady on’t.
Bess.
If I shall ask, ’t must be, you will not give.
Our country breeds no beggars; for our hearts
Are of more noble temper.
Mullisheg.
Sweet, your name?
Bess.
Elizabeth.
Mullisheg.
There’s virtue in that name.
The virgin queen, so famous through the world,
The mighty empress of the maiden isle,
Whose predecessors have o’errun great France,
Whose powerful hand doth still support the Dutch,
And keeps the potent king of Spain in awe,
Is not she titled so?
Bess.
She is.
Mullisheg.
Hath she herself a face so fair as yours,
When she appears for wonder?
Bess.
Mighty Fez,
You cast a blush upon my maiden cheek,
To pattern me with her. Why, England’s queen,
She is the only phœnix of her age,
The pride and glory of the Western Isles.
Had I a thousand tongues, they all would tire,
And fail me in her true description.
Mullisheg.
Grant me this:
To-morrow we supply our judgment seat,
And sentence causes; sit with us in state,
And let your presence beautify our throne.
Bess.
In that I am your servant.
Mullisheg.
And we thine.
Set on in state, attendants and full train.
But find to ask, we vow thou shalt obtain.
[Exeunt all exceptGoodlack.
EnterClem.
Clem.
It is not now as when Andrea lived, or rather Andrew, our elder journeyman. What, drawers become courtiers! Now may I speak with the old ghost in Jeronimo—
When this eternal substance of my soul
Did live imprisoned in this wanton flesh,
I was a courtier in the court of Fez.[62]
Goodlack.
Oh, well done, Clem! It is your mistress’ pleasure,
None come ashore that’s not well habited.
Clem.
Nay; for mine own part, I hold myself as good a Christian in these clothes, as the proudest infidel of them all.
Re-enterAlcadeandJoffer.
Alcade.
Sir, by your leave, you’re of the English train?
Clem.
I am so, thou great monarch of the Mauritanians.
Joffer.
Then, ’tis the king’s command we give you all attendance.
Clem.
Great Signior of the Saracens, I thank thee.
Alcade.
Will you walk in to banquet?
Clem.
I will make bold to march in towards your banquet, and there comfit myself, and cast all caraways down my throat, the best way I have to conserve myself in health; and for your country’s sake, which is called Barbary, I will love all barbers and barberries the better.
And for you Moors, thus much I mean to say,
I’ll see if more I eat, the more I may.
Enter twoMerchants.
1st Merchant.
I pray, sir, are you of the English train?
Clem.
Why, what art thou, my friend?
1st Merchant.
Sir, a French merchant, run into relapse,
And forfeit of the law. Here’s for you, sir,
Forty good Barbary pieces, to deliver
Your lady this petition, who, I hear,
Can all things with the king.
Clem.
Your gold doth bind me to you.—You may see what it is to be a sudden courtier: I no sooner put my nose into the court, but my hand itches for a bribe already.—What’s your business, my friend?
2nd Merchant.
Some of my men, for a little outrage done,
Are sentenced to the galleys.
Clem.
To the gallows?
2nd Merchant.
No; to the galleys. Now, could your lady purchase
Their pardon from the king, here’s twenty angels.[63]
Clem.
What are you, sir?
2nd Merchant.
A Florentine merchant.
Clem.
Then you are, as they say, a Christian?
2nd Merchant.
Heaven forbid, else!
Clem.
I should not have the faith to take your gold, else.
Attend on me: I’ll speak in your behalf.—
Where be my bashaws? Usher us in state:
And when we sit to banquet, see you wait.
[Flourish. Exeunt.
EnterSpencer.
Spencer.
This day the king ascends his royal throne.
The honest merchant, in whose ship I came,
Hath, by a cunning quiddit[64]in the law,
Both ship and goods made forfeit to the king,
To whom I will petition. But no more;
He’s now upon his entrance.
[Hautboys.
EnterMullisheg, Bess, CaptainGoodlack, Roughman, Alcade, Joffer,with all the other train.
Mullisheg.
Here seat thee, maid of England, like a queen—
The style we’ll give thee, wilt thou deign us love.
Bess.
Bless me, you holy angels!
Mullisheg.
What is’t offends you, sweet?
Spencer.
I am amazed, and know not what to think on’t.
Bess.
Captain, dost not see? Is not that Spencer’s ghost?
Goodlack.
I see, and, like you, I am ecstasied.
Spencer.
If mine eyes mistake not,
That should be Captain Goodlack, and that Bess.
But oh! I cannot be so happy.
Goodlack.
’Tis he, and I’ll salute him.
Bess.
Captain, stay.
You shall be swayed by me.
Spencer.
Him I well know; but how should she come hither?
Mullisheg.
What is’t that troubles you?
Bess.
Most mighty king,
Spare me no longer time but to bestow
My captain on a message.
Mullisheg.
Thou shalt command my silence, and his ear.
Bess.
[ToGoodlack.] Go wind about, and when you see least eyes
Are fixed on you, single him out, and see
If we mistake not. If he be the man,
Give me some private note.
Goodlack.
This. [Making a sign.
Bess.
Enough.—What said your highness?
Mullisheg.
Hark what I proffer thee. Continue here,
And grant me full fruition of thy love.——
Bess.
Good.
Mullisheg.
Thou shalt have all my peers to honour thee,
Next our great prophet.
Bess.
Well.
Mullisheg.
And when thou’rt weary of our sun-burnt clime,
Thy Negro shall be ballast home with gold.
Bess.
I am eternized ever!
Now, all you sad disasters, dare your worst;
I neither care nor fear: my Spencer lives!
Mullisheg.
You mind me not, sweet virgin.
Bess.
You talk of love:
My lord, I’ll tell you more of that hereafter;
But now to your state-business.—Bid him do thus
No more, and not to be seen till then.
Goodlack.
Enough.—Come, sir, you must along with me.
[ExeuntGoodlackandSpencer.
Bess.
Now, stood a thousand deaths before my face,
I would not change my cheer, since Spencer’s safe.
EnterClemwith the French and ItalianMerchants;and aPreacher.
Clem.
By your leave, my masters; room for generosity.[65]
1st Merchant.
Pray, sir, remember me.
2nd Merchant.
Good sir, my suit.
Clem.
I am perfect in both your parts, without prompting. Mistress, here are two Christen friends of mine have forfeited ships and men to the black-a-morian king: now, one sweet word from your lips might get their release. I have had a feeling of the business already.
Mullisheg.
For dealing in commodities forbid,
You’re fined a thousand ducats.
Bess.
Cast off the burden of your heavy doom:
A follower of my train petitions for him.
Mullisheg.
One of thy train, sweet Bess?
Clem.
And no worse man than myself, sir.
Mullisheg.
Well, sirrah, for your lady’s sake
His ship and goods shall be restored again.
1st Merchant.
Long live the King of Fez!
Clem.
Mayst thou never want sweet water to wash thy black face in, most mighty monarch of Morocco.—Mistress, another friend; ay, and paid beforehand.
Mullisheg.
Sirrah, your men, for outrage and contempt,
Are doomed unto the gallies.
Bess.
A censure too severe for Christians.
Great king, I’ll pay their ransom.
Mullisheg.
Thou, my Bess!
Thy word shall be their ransom: they’re discharged.
What grave old man is that?
Joffer.
A Christian preacher; one that would convert
Your Moors, and turn them to a new belief.
Mullisheg.
Then he shall die, as we are king of Fez.
Bess.
For these I only spake; for him I kneel,
If I have any grace with mighty Fez.
Mullisheg.
We can deny thee nothing, beauteous maid.
A kiss shall be his pardon.
Bess.
Thus I pay’t.
Clem.
Must your black face be smouching my mistress’ white lips with a moorian![66]I would you had kissed her a—
Alcade.
Hah! how is that, sir?
Clem.
I know what I say, sir; I would he had kissed her a—
Alcade.
A—what?
Clem.
A thousand times, to have done him a pleasure!
Re-enterSpencerandCaptainGoodlack.
Mullisheg.
That kiss was worth the ransom of a king.—
What’s he, of that brave presence?
Bess.
A gentleman of England, and my friend.
Do him some grace, for my sake.
Mullisheg.
For thy sake what would not I perform?
He shall have grace and honour.—Joffer, go
And see him gelded to attend on us:
He shall be our chief eunuch.
Bess.
Not for ten worlds! Behold, great king, I stand
Betwixt him and all danger.—Have I found thee?—
Seize what I have; take both my ship and goods;
Leave nought that’s mine unrifled: spare me him.—
And have I found my Spencer?
Clem.
Please your majesty, I see all men are not capable of honour: what he refuseth, may it please you to bestow on me.
Mullisheg.
With all my heart. Go, bear him hence, Alcade,
Into our Alkedavy: honour him,
And let him taste the razor.
Clem.
There’s honour for me!
Alcade.
Come, follow.
Clem.
No, sir; I’ll go before you, for mine honour.
[ExeuntClemandAlcade.
Spencer.
Oh! show yourself, renownèd king, the same
Fame blazons you. Bestow this maid on me:
’Tis such a gift as kingdoms cannot buy.
She is a precedent of all true love,
And shall be registered to after-times,
That ne’er shall pattern her.
Goodlack.
Heard you the story of their constant love,
’Twould move in you compassion.
Roughman.
Let not intemperate love sway you ’bove pity.
That foreign nation, that ne’er heard your name,
May chronicle your virtues.
Mullisheg.
You have wakened in me an heroic spirit:
Lust shall not conquer virtue.—Till this hour,
We graced thee for thy beauty, English woman;
But now we wonder at thy constancy.
Bess.
Oh! were you of our faith, I’d swear great Mullisheg
To be a god on earth.—And lives my Spencer?
In troth I thought thee dead.
Spencer.
In hope of thee,
I lived to gain both life and liberty.
Re-enterClem,running.
Clem.
No more of your honour, if you love me! Is this your Moorish preferment, to rob a man of his best jewels?
Mullisheg.
Hast thou seen our Alkedavy?
Clem.
Davy do you call him? he may be called shavy; I am sure he hath tickled my current commodity. No more of your cutting honour, if you love me.
Mullisheg.
[ToSpencer.] All your strange fortunes we will hear discoursed,
And after that your fair espousals grace,
If you can find a man of your belief
To do that grateful office.
Spencer.
None more fit
Than this religious and brave gentleman,
Late rescued from death’s sentence.
Preacher.
None more proud
To do you that poor service.
Mullisheg.
Noble Englishman,
I cannot fasten bounty to my will
Worthy thy merit: move some suit to us.
Spencer.
To make you more renowned, great king, and us
The more indebted, there’s an Englishman
Hath forfeited his ship for goods uncustomed.—
Mullisheg.
Thy suit is granted ere it be half begged:
Dispose them at thy pleasure.
Spencer.
Mighty king,
We are your highness’ servants.
Mullisheg.
Come, beauteous maid; we’ll see thee crowned a bride.
At all our pompous banquets these shall wait.
Thy followers and thy servants press with gold;
And not the mean’st that to thy train belongs,
But shall approve our bounty. Lead in state,
And, wheresoe’er thy fame shall be enrolled,
The world report thou art a Girl worth Gold.
[Exeunt.