_Boh._ Dance, Humer, dance, ay rid thee. [_The two dance a jig devised for the nonst._ Now get you to the wide world with more than my father gave me; that's learning enough both kinds, knavery and honesty; and that I gave you, spend at pleasure.
_Ober._ Nay, for their sport I will give them this gift: to the dwarf I give a quick wit, pretty of body, and awarrant his preferment to a prince's service, where by his wisdom he shall gain more love than common; and to loggerhead your son I give a wandering life, and promise he shall never lack, and avow that, if in all distresses he call upon me, to help him. Now let them go. [_Exeunt_ SLIPPER _and_ NANO _with courtesies._
_Boh._ Now, king, if thou be a king, I will show thee whay I hate the world by demonstration. In the year fifteen hundred and twenty, was in Scotland a king, over-ruled with parasites, misled by lust, and many circumstances too long to trattle on now, much like our court of Scotland this day. That story have I set down. Gang with me to the gallery, and I'll show thee the same in action by guid fellows of our country-men; and then, when thou see'st that, judge if any wise man would not leave the world if he could.
_Ober._ That will I see: lead, and I'll follow thee. [_Exeunt._
_Enter the_ KING OF ENGLAND, _the_ KING OF SCOTS, QUEEN DOROTHEA, _the_ COUNTESS OF ARRAN, IDA, _and_ Lords; _with them_ ATEUKIN, _aloof._
_K. of Scots._ Brother of England, since our neighbouring lands And near alliance do invite our loves, The more I think upon our last accord, The more I grieve your sudden parting hence. First, laws of friendship did confirm our peace; Now both the seal of faith and marriage-bed, The name of father, and the style of friend; These force in me affection full confirm'd; So that I grieve--and this my hearty grief The heavens record, the world may witness well-- To lose your presence, who are now to me A father, brother, and a vowèd friend.
_K. of Eng._ Link all these lovely styles, good king, in one: And since thy grief exceeds in my depart, I leave my Dorothea to enjoy Thy whole compact [of] loves and plighted vows. Brother of Scotland, this is my joy, my life, Her father's honour, and her country's hope, Her mother's comfort, and her husband's bliss: I tell thee, king, in loving of my Doll, Thou bind'st her father's heart, and all his friends, In bands of love that death cannot dissolve.