Campaspe sola. Campaspe, it is hard to iudge whether thy choice be more vnwise, or the chaunce vnfortunate. Doest thou preferre-- but stay, vtter not that in woordes, which maketh thine eares to glow with thoughts. Tush! better thy tongue wagge, then thy heart break! Hath a painter crept further into thy mind then a Prince? Apelles5 the Alexander? Fond wench! the basenes of thy mind bewraies the meannesse of thy birth. But alas! affection is a fyre which kindleth as well in the bramble as in the oake, & catcheth hold where it first lighteth, not where it may best burne. Larkes that mount aloof in the ayre, build their neastes below in the earth; and women 10 that cast their eies vpon kinges, may place their hearts vpon vassals. A needle will become thy fingers better then a Lute, and a distaffe is fitter for thy hand then a Scepter. Ants liue safely, til they haue gotten wings, & Iuniper is not blowne vp till it hath gotten an hie top. The meane estate is without care, as long as it continueth 15 without pride. But here commeth Apelles, in whom I woulde there were the like affection.
Apel. Gentlewoman, the misfortune I had with your picture, wil put you to some paines to sitte againe to be painted.
Camp. It is smal paines for me to sit still, but infinit for you to 20 draw still.
Apel. No Madame, to painte Venus was a pleasure, but to shadowe the sweete face of Campaspe it is a heauen!
Camp. If your tongue were made of the same flesh that your heart is, your wordes would bee as your thoughtes are: but such a common 25 thing it is amongst you to commẽd, that oftentimes for fashion sake you cal the beautifull, whom you know black.
Apel. What might men doe to be beleeued?
Camp. Whet their tongues on their heartes.
Apel. So they doe, and speake as they thinke. 30
Camp. I would they did!
Apel. I would they did not!
Camp. Why, would you haue them dissemble?____________________