mogenes. He offers you
vantage enough.

Cris. Nay, truly, gentlemen, I'll challenge no man.--I can sing but
one staff of the ditty neither.

Gal. The better: Hermogenes himself will be entreated to sing the
other.

CRISPINUS sings.

If I freely may discover
What would please me in my lover,
I would have her fair and witty,
Savouring more of court than city;
A little proud, but full of pity:
Light and humorous in her toying,
Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,
Long, but sweet in the enjoying;
Neither too easy nor too hard:
All extremes I would have barr'd.

Gal. Believe me, sir, you sing most excellently.

Ovid. If there were a praise above excellence, the gentleman highly
deserves it.

Her. Sir, all this doth not yet make me envy you; for I know I sing
better than you.

Tib. Attend Hermogenes, now.

HERMOGENES, accompanied.

She should be allow'd her passions,
So they were but used as fashions;
Sometimes froward, and then frowning,
Sometimes sickish and then swowning,
Every fit with change still crowning.
Purely jealous I would have her,
Then only constant when I crave her:
'Tis a virtue should not save her.
Thus, nor her delicates would cloy me,
Neither her peevishness annoy me.

Jill. Nay, Hermogenes, your merit hath long since been 'both known
and admired of us.

Her. You shall hear me sing another. Now will I begin.

Gal. We shall do this gentleman's banquet too much wrong, that
stays for us, ladies.

Jul. 'Tis true; and well thought on, Cornelius Gallus.

Her. Why, 'tis but a short air, 'twill be done presently, pray
stay: strike, music.

Ovid. No, good Hermogenes; we'll end this difference within.

Jul. 'Tis the common disease of all your musicians, that they know
no mean. to be entreated either to begin or end.

Alb. Please you lead the way, gentles.

All. Thanks, good Albius.
[Exeunt all but Albius.
Alb. O, what a charm of thanks was here put