I feare me Apelles, that thine eies haue blabbed that, which thy tongue durst not. What little regard hadst thou! whilst Alexander viewed the conterfeite of Campaspe, thou stoodest gazing on her countenaunce! If he espie or but suspect, thou must needes twice perish, with his hate, and thine owne loue. Thy pale lookes when 5 he blushed, thy sadde countenaunce when hee smiled, thy sighes when he questioned, may breede in him a ielosie, perchaunce a frenzye. O loue! I neuer before knewe what thou wert, and nowe haste thou made mee that I know not what my selfe am? Onely this I knowe, that I must endure intollerable passions, for vnknowne 10 pleasures. Dispute not the cause, wretch, but yeeld to it: for better it is to melt with desire, then wrastle with loue. Cast thy selfe on thy carefull bedde, be content to lyue vnknowne, and die vnfounde. O Campaspe, I haue painted thee in my heart: painted? nay, contrarye to myne arte, imprinted, and that in suche deepe 15 Characters, that nothing can rase it out, vnlesse it rubbe my heart out. Exit.
〈Enter〉 MILECTUS, PHRIGIUS, LAYS, 〈to〉 Diogenes 〈in his tub〉.
Mil. It shal go hard, but this peace shall bring vs some pleasure.
Phry. Downe with armes, and vp with legges, this is a world for the nonce.
Lais. Sweete youthes, if you knew what it were to saue your sweete bloud, you would not so foolishly go about to spend it. 5 What delight can there be in gashinge, to make foule scarres in faire faces, & crooked maimes in streight legges? as though men being borne goodlye by nature, would of purpose become deformed by follye; and all forsooth for a new found tearme, called valiant, a word which breedeth more quarrelles then the sense can commendation. 10
Mil. It is true Lays, a featherbed hath no fellow, good drinke makes good bloud, and shall pelting words spill it?____________________