Raffe Tis braue (my boyes) to saile on Land,
For being well Man'd,90 We can cry stand.
Dicke. The trade of pursing neare shal faile,
Vntil the Hangman cryes strike saile.
Omnes. Roue then no matter whither,
In faire or stormy wether.95
And as wee liue, lets dye together,
One Hempen Caper cuts a feather.
〈Enter in her disguise〉 GALLATHEAalone.
Galla. BLush Gallathea that must frame thy affection fitte for thy habite, and therefore be thought immodest, because thou art vnfortunate. Thy tender yeeres cannot dissemble this deceipt, nor thy sexe beare it. O woulde the gods had made mee as I seeme to be, or that. I might safelie be what I seeme not. Thy Father5 doteth Gallathea, whose blind loue cormpteth his fonde iudgement, and, iealous of thy death, seemeth to dote on thy beauty; whose fonde care carrieth his parciall eye as farre from trueth, as his hart is frõ falshood. But'why doost thou blame him, or blab what thou art, when thou shouldest onelie counterfet what thou art not? But10 whist! heere commeth a ladde: I will learne of him how to behaue my selfe. 〈Retires.〉
Enter PHILLIDAin mans attire.
Phil. I neither like my gate, nor my garments; the one vntoward, the other vnfit, both vnseemely. O Phillida !--but yonder staieth one, and therefore say nothing. But ô Phillida!15
Galla. 〈aside〉. I perceiue that boyes are in as great disliking of themselues as maides, therefore though I weare the apparell, I am glad I am not the person.
Phil. 〈aside〉. It is a pretty boy and a faire, hee might well haue beene a woman; but because he is not, I am glad I am, for nowe20 vnder the color of my coate, I shall decipher the follies of their kind.____________________