The world will love me for my comeliness. Fortune. Thine own self loves thyself: why on the heads

Of Agripyne, Montrose, and Longaville,English, Scot, French-did Vice clap ugly horns,

But to approve that English, French, and Scot,

And all the world else, kneel and honor Vice;

But in no country, Virtue is of price! Virtue. Yes, in all countries Virtue is of price,

In every kingdom some diviner breast
Is more enamoured of me than the rest.

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Vice. I am content.

Fortune. And I.

Virtue. So am not I.

My judge shall be your sacred deity.

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[Turnir to QUEEN ELIZABETH] Vice. O miserable me, I am undone. Exit VICE and her train All. O stop the horrid monster. Virtue. Let her run.

Fortune, who conquers now.

Fortune. Virtue, I see,

Thou wilt triúmph both over her and me. 350
All. Empress of heaven and earth.
Fortune. Why do you mock me?
Kneel not to me, to her transfer your
eyes,

There sits the Queen of Chance, I bend my knees

Lower than yours. Dread goddess, 'tis most meet

That Fortune fall down at thy conquering feet.

Thou sacred Empress that command'st the
Fates,
Forgive what I have to thy handmaid done,
And at thy chariot wheels Fortune shall run,
And be thy captive, and to thee resign
All powers which heaven's large patent have
made mine.

Virtue. Fortune, th'art

Sacred deity,

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vanquished.

O now pronounce who wins the victory, And yet that sentence needs not, since alone, Your virtuous presence Vice hath overthrown,

Yet to confirm the conquest on your side. Look but on Fortunatus and his sons;

Of all the wealth those gallants did possess,

Shall rise like men new-born, and make heaven sound

With hymns sung to thy name, and prayers that we

May once a year so oft enjoy this sight, Till these young boys change their curled locks to white,

And when grey-winged age sits on their heads,

That so their children may supply their steads,

And that heaven's great arithmetician, Who in the scales of number weighs the world,

May still to forty-two add one year more,
And still add one to one, that went before, 20
And multiply four tens by many a ten:
To this I cry, Amen.