Augment not then more answers; lock thy lips, Unless thy wisdom suite me with disguise, According to my purpose.

ANSELMO.

That action craves no counsel, Since what you rightly are will more command, Than best usurped shape.

MUCEDORUS.

Thou still art opposite is disposition:

A more obscure servile habillament Beseems this enterprise.

ANSELMO.

Than like a Florentine or Mountebank?

MUCEDORUS.

Tis much too tedious; I dislike thy judgement:

My mind is grafted on an humbler stock.

ANSELMO.

Within my Closet does there hang a Cassock, Though base the weed is; twas a Shepherds, Which I presented in Lord Julio's Mask.

MUCEDORUS.

That, my Anselmo, and none else but that, Mask Mucedorus from the vulgar view!

That habit suits my mind; fetch me that weed.

[Exit Anselmo.]

Better than Kings have not disdained that state, And much inferiour, to obtain their mate.

[Enter Anselmo with a Shepherd's coat.]

So!

Let our respect command thy secrecy.

At once a brief farewell:

Delay to lovers is a second hell.

[Exit Mucedorus.]

ANSELMO.

Prosperity forerun thee; Awkward chance Never be neighbour to thy wishes' venture:

Content and Fame advance thee; ever thrive, And Glory thy mortality survive.