e
Fast by their bridles and to turne back day,
Wood'st thou not doo't (base coward) to make way
To the Italians second blisse, revenge?

_Mal_. Were my bones threatned to the wheele of torture,
Ile doo't.

_Enter Lopes_.

_Queen_. A ravens voyce, and it likes me well.

_Lop_. The King expects your presence.

_Mal_. So, so, we come,
To turne this Brides day to a day of doome.

[_Exeunt_.

(SCENE 4.)

_A Banquet set out, Cornets sounding; Enter at one
dore Lopez, Valasco, Alanzo, No: after them King,
Cardinall, with Don Cockadillio, Bridegroome;
Queene and Malateste after. At the other dore
Alba, Carlo, Roderigo, Medina and Daenia, leading
Onaelia as Bride, Cornego and Iuanna after;
Baltazar alone; Bride and Bridegroome kisse,
and by the Cardinall are join'd hand in hand:
King is very merry, hugging Medina very lovingly_.

_King_. For halfe Spaines weight in Ingots I'de not lose
This little man to day.

_Med_. Nor for so much
Twice told, Sir, would I misse your kingly presence,
Mine eyes have lost th'acquaintance of your face
So long, and I so little late read o're
That Index of the royall book your mind,
That scarce (without your Comment) can I tell
When in those leaves you turne o're smiles or frownes.

_King_. 'Tis dimnesse of your sight, no fault i'th letter;
_Medina_, you shall find that free from Errata's:
And for a proofe,
If I could breath my heart in welcomes forth,
This Hall should ring naught else. Welcome, _Medina_;
Good Marquesse _Daenia_, Dons of Spaine all welcome!
My dearest love and Queene, be it your place
To entertaine the Bride and doe her grace.

_Queen_. With all the love I can, whose fire is such,
To give her heat, I cannot burne too much.

_King_. Contracted Bride and Bridegroome sit;
Sweet flowres not pluck'd in season lose their scent,
So will our pleasures. Father Cardinall,
Methinkes this morning new begins our reigne.

_Car_. Peace had her Sabbath ne're till now in Spaine.

_King_. Where is our noble Souldier, _Baltazar_?
So close in conference with that Signior?

_No_. No.

_King_. What think'st thou of this great day _Baltazar_?

_Bal_. Of this day? why, as of a new play, if it ends well all's well.
All men are but Actors; now if you, being the King, should be out of
your part, or the Queene out of hers or your Dons out of theirs, here's
No wil never be out of his.

_No_.