Act. I. Sce. 3

To them Atos .

Y'have seene
This Three-dayes King my Lords? I cannot sport
At th' Miseries of men: methinkes I feele
A touch of pity, as often as I view him.
How doe you thinke hee'le beare his State? Mas .
As Schoole-boyes
In time of Misrule, looke big awhile, and then
Returne dejected to the Rod. Mand .
I wonder
No woman's chosen Queene for company.
These Male wits are but grosse and sluggish; fayth
You'd see a delicate Comedy, if that
A she wit might but Impe his Reigne. Prax .
O Madam!
Your Sexe is too imperious to Rule;
You are too busy, and too stirring, to
Be put in Action; your Curiosity
Would doe as much harme in a Kingdome, as
A Monkey in a Glasse-shop; move and remove,
Till you had broken all. Arie .
Thinges then it seemes
Are very brittle, that you dare not trust us. Prax .
Your Closet and your Senate would be one;
You'd Gossip at the Councell-table, where
The grand contrivance of some finer Posset
Would be a State affaire. Mand .
I never knew
But this one difference yet 'twixt us and you:
Your follies are more serious, your vanities
Stronger, and thicker woven; and your Councels
About the razing of a Fort or City,
Contriv'd as ours about a messe of spoon-meat:
So that you laugh, and are laugh'd at againe. Atos .
I hope you doe but exercise, your wits Are not at sharpes? Mand .
Wee'le venture how he will.
Foyles, or bare poynts we care not. Atos .
Cease the strife.
How's this Cratander qualify'd, my Lords?
What vertues has he? Mas .
No great store of vertues;
Hee's a tough fellow, one that seemes to stand
Much on a resolute carelesnesse, and hath
A spice of that unnecessary thing
Which the mysterious call Philosophy.
Here comes a couple can informe you better:
They have observ'd the thing.