And let God's charge here run to waste, to seek
The bitter fruit of knowledge--hunt the rainbow
O'er hill and dale, while wisdom rusts at home.

Eliz. I would be holy, master--

Con. Be so, then.
God's will stands fair: 'tis thine which fails, if any.

Eliz. I would know how to rule--

Con. Then must thou learn
The needs of subjects, and be ruled thyself.
Sink, if thou longest to rise; become most small--
The strength which comes by weakness makes thee great.

Eliz. I will.

Lewis. What, still at lessons? Come, my fairest sister,
Usher the holy man unto his lodgings. [Exeunt.]

Wal [alone]. So, so, the birds are limed:--Heaven grant that we do
not soon see them stowed in separate cages. Well, here my
prophesying ends. I shall go to my lands, and see how much the
gentlemen my neighbours have stolen off them the last week,--
Priests? Frogs in the king's bedchamber! What says the song?

I once had a hound, a right good hound,
A hound both fleet and strong:
He ate at my board, and he slept by my bed,