Then, ugly monster, do thy worst, I will defend them in despite of thee:
And though thou thinkst with tragic fumes To brave my play unto my deep disgrace, I force it not, I scorn what thou canst do;I'll grace it so, thy self shall it confess From tragic stuff to be a pleasant comedy.
ENVY.
Why then, Comedy, send thy actors forth And I will cross the first steps of their tread:
Making them fear the very dart of death.
COMEDY.
And I'll defend them maugre all thy spite:
So, ugly fiend, farewell, till time shall serve, That we may meet to parle for the best.
ENVY.
Content, Comedy; I'll go spread my branch, And scattered blossoms from mine envious tree Shall prove to monsters, spoiling of their joys.
[Exit.]
ACT I. SCENE I. Valentia. The Court.
[Sound. Enter Mucedorus and Anselmo his friend.]
MUCEDORUS.
Anselmo.
ANSELMO.
My Lord and friend.
MUCEDORUS.
True, my Anselmo, both thy Lord and friend Whose dear affections bosom with my heart, And keep their domination in one orb.
ANSELMO.
Whence near disloyalty shall root it forth, But faith plant firmer in your choice respect.
MUCEDORUS.
Much blame were mine, if I should other deem, Nor can coy Fortune contrary allow:
