Here is a gentleman, my scholar, whom, for some private
reasons me specially moving, I am covetous to gratify with title of
master in the noble and subtile science of courtship: for which
grace, he shall this night, in court, and in the long gallery, hold
his public act, by open challenge, to all masters of the mystery
whatsoever, to play at the four choice and principal weapons
thereof, viz., "the Bare Accost, the Better Regard, the Solemn
Address," and "the Perfect Close." What say you?
ALL. Excellent, excellent, Amorphus.
AMO. Well, let us then take our time by the forehead: I will
instantly have bills drawn, and advanced in every angle of the
court. -- Sir, betray not your too much joy. -- Anaides, we must
mix this gentleman with you in acquaintance, monsieur Asotus.
ANA. I am easily entreated to grace any of your friends, Amorphus.
ASO. Sir, and his friends shall likewise grace you, sir. Nay, I
begin to know myself now.
AMO. O, you must continue your bounties.
ASO. Must I? Why, I'll give him this ruby on my finger. Do you
hear sir? I do heartily wish your acquaintance, and I partly know
myself worthy of it; please you, sir, to accept this poor ruby in a
ring, sir. The poesy is of my own device, "Let this blush for me,"
sir.
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