BURBAGE. 
Master Studioso, I pray you, take some part in this book, and act it,
that I may see what will fit you best.  I think your voice would serve
for Hieronimo; observe how I act it, and then imitate me.
                                           [He recites.

STUDIOSO. 
Who call Hieronimo from his naked bed? 
And_, &c.[124]

BURBAGE. 
You will do well—­after a while.

KEMP.

Now for you.  Methinks you should belong to my tuition; and your face, methinks, would be good for a foolish mayor or a foolish justice of peace.  Mark me:—­

Forasmuch as there be two states of a commonwealth, the one of peace, the other of tranquillity; two states of war, the one of discord, the other of dissension; two states of an incorporation, the one of the aldermen, the other of the brethren; two states of magistrates, the one of governing, the other of bearing rule.  Now, as I said even now—­for a good thing[125] cannot be said too often.  Virtue is the shoeing-horn of justice; that is, virtue is the shoeing-horn of doing well; that is, virtue is the shoeing-horn of doing justly; it behoveth me, and is my part to commend this shoeing-horn unto you.  I hope this word shoeing-horn doth not offend any of you, my worshipful brethren; for you, being the worshipful headsmen of the town, know well what the horn meaneth.  Now therefore I am determined not only to teach, but also to instruct, not only the ignorant, but also the simple; not only what is their duty towards their betters, but also what is their duty towards their superiors.

Come, let me see how you can do; sit down in the chair.

PHILOMUSUS. 
Forasmuch as there be, &c.

KEMP. 
Thou wilt do well in time, if thou wilt be ruled by thy betters, that
is, by myself, and such grave aldermen of the playhouse as I am.

BURBAGE. 
I like your face, and the proportion of your body for Richard the Third. 
I pray, Master Philomusus, let me see you act a little of it.

PHILOMUSUS.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by the sun of York.

BURBAGE.  Very well, I assure you.  Well, Master Philomusus and Master Studioso, we see what ability you are of; I pray, walk with us to our fellows, and we’ll agree presently.

PHILOMUSUS. 
We will follow you straight, Master Burbage.

KEMP. 
It’s good manners to follow us, Master Philomusus and Master Otioso.

PHILOMUSUS. 
And must the basest trade yield us relief? 
Must we be practis’d to those leaden spouts,
That nought down vent but what they do receive? 
Some fatal fire hath scorch’d our fortune’s wing,
And still we fall, as we do upward spring? 
As we strive upward on the vaulted sky,
We fall, and feel our hateful destiny.

STUDIOSO. 
Wonder it is, sweet friend, thy pleading breath,
So like the sweet blast of the south-west wind,
Melts not those rocks of ice, those mounts of snow,[126]
Congeal’d in frozen hearts of men below.