MEDINA Yes, pretty coz, hence with him Balthazar.
BALTHAZAR Sweet child, within few minutes I'll change thy fate And take thee hence, but set thee at heavens gate.
MEDINA Some keep aloof and watch this soldier
MEDINA First to plant strong guard About the mother, then into some snare To hunt this spotted panther, and there kill him.
MEDINA Be that care mine. Dangers, like stars, in dark attempts best shine.
CORNEGO The Lady Onaelia dresseth the stead of her commendations in the most courtly attire that words can be clothed with, from herself to you, by me.
BALTHAZAR So Sir, and what disease troubles her now?
CORNEGO The King's evil. And here she hath sent something to you, wrapped up in a white sheet, you need not fear to open it, 'tis no course.
BALTHAZAR What's here? A letter minced into five morsels? What was she doing when thou camest from her?
BALTHAZAR So me thinks, for here's nothing but sol-re-me-fa-mi. What crotchet fills her head now, canst tell?
CORNEGO No crotchets, 'tis only the Cliff has made her mad.
BALTHAZAR What instrument played she upon?
CORNEGO A wind instrument, she did nothing but sigh.
CORNEGO My wit has always a singing head, I have found out her note captain.
CORNEGO Sol, my soul. Re, is all rent and torn like a ragamuffin. Me, mend it good captain. Fa, fa. What's fa Captain?
BALTHAZAR Fa, why farewell and be hanged.
CORNEGO Mi Captain, with all my heart. Have I tickled my Lady's fiddle well?
BALTHAZAR Oh, but you stick wants rosin <35> to make the strings sound clearly. No, this double virginal, being cunningly touched, another matter of jack leaps up then is now in mine eye. Sol, re me fa, mi, I have it now. Solus Rex me facit miseram <36>. Alas poor Lady, tell her no apothecary in Spain has any of that assa foetida <37 > she writes for.
BALTHAZARA A thing to be taken in a glister-pipe <38>.
BALTHAZAR What ails she? Why when she cries out, Solus Rex me facit miseram, she says in the Hypocronicall <39> language, that she is so miserably tormented with the wind colic that it racks her very soul.
CORNEGO I said somewhat cut her soul in pieces.
BALTHAZAR But go to her, and say the oven is heating.
BALTHAZAR Carp pies.<40> And besides, tell her the hole in her coat shall be mended, and tell her if the dial of good days <41> goes true, why then bounce buckrum.<42>