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SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ 2 Ushers, _and_ Grooms _with perfumes._ + +_1 Usher_. Round, round, perfume it round, quick, look ye +Diligently the state be right, are these the richest +Cushions? Fie, fie, who waits i'th' wardrobe? + +_2 Ush_. But pray tell me, do you think for certain +These Embassadours shall have this morning audience? + +_1 Ush_. They shall have it: Lord that you live at Court +And understand not! I tell you they must have it. + +_2 Ush_. Upon what necessity? + +_1 Ush_. Still you are out of the trick of Court, sell your place, + +_Enter_ Ladies _and_ Gentlemen. + +And sow your grounds, you are not for this tillage. +Madams, the best way is the upper lodgings, +There you may see at ease. + +_Ladies_. We thank you, Sir. [_Ex._ Ladies, Gent. + +_1 Ush._ Would you have all these slighted? who should report then, +The Embassadors were handsome men? his beard +A neat one? the fire of his eyes quicker than lightning, +And when it breaks, as blasting? his legs, though little ones, +Yet movers of a mass of understanding? +Who shall commend their Cloaths? who shall take notice +Of the most wise behaviour of their Feathers? +Ye live a raw man here. + +_2 Ush._ I think I do so. + +_Enter 2 citizens, and Wives._ + +_1 Ush._ Why, whither would ye all press? + +_1 Cit._ Good Master Usher. + +_2 Cit._ My wife, and some few of my honest neighbours, here. + +_1 Ush._ Prethee begone thou and thy honest Neighbours, +Thou lookst like an Ass, why, whither would you fish face? + +_2 Cit._ If I might have +But the honour to see you at my poor house, Sir, +A Capon bridled and sadled, I'le assure your worship, +A shoulder of Mutton and a pottle of Wine, Sir, +I know your Brother, he was like ye, +And shot the best at Buts-- + +_1 Ush._ A ---- upon thee. + +_2 Cit._ Some Musick I'le assure you too, +My toy, Sir, can play o'th' Virginals. + +_1 Ush._ Prethee good toy, +Take away thy shoulder of Mutton, it is flie-blown, +And shoulder take thy flap along, here's no place for ye; +Nay then you had best be knock'd. [_Ex. Cit._ + +_Enter_ Celia. + +_Cel._ I wou'd fain see him, +The glory of this place makes me remember, +But dye those thoughts, dye all but my desires, +Even those to death are sick too; he's not here, +Nor how my eyes may guide me-- + +_1 Ush._ What's your business? +Who keeps the outward door there? here's fine shuffling, +You wastcoateer you must go back. + +_Cel._ There is not, +There cannot be, six days and never see me? +There must not be desire; Sir, do you think +That if you had a Mistris-- + +_1 Ush._ Death, she is mad. + +_Cel_. And were yourself an honest man? it cannot-- + +_1 Ush._ What a Devil hast thou to do with me or my honesty? +Will you be jogging, good nimble tongue, +My fellow door-keeper. + +_2 Ush._ Prethee let her alone, + +_1 Ush._ The King is coming, +And shall we have an agent from the Suburbs +Come to crave audience too? + +_Cel._ Before I thought ye +To have a little breeding, some tang of Gentry; +But now I take ye plainly, +Without the help of any perspective, +For that ye cannot alter. + +_1 Ush._ What's that? + +_Cel._ An Ass, Sir, you bray as like one, +And by my troth, me thinks as ye stand now, +Considering who to kick next, you appear to me +Just with that kind of gravity, and wisdom; +Your place may bear the name of Gentleman, +But if ever any of that butter stick to your bread-- + +_2 Ush._ You must be modester. + +_Cel._ Let him use me nobler, +And wear good Cloaths to do good Offices; +They hang upon a fellow of his vertue, +As though they hung on Gibbets. + +_2 Ush._ A perillous wench. + +_1 Ush._ Thrust her into a corner, I'le no more on her. + +_2 Ush._ You have enough, go pretty Maid, stand close, +And use that little tongue, with a little more temper. + +_Cel._ I thank ye, Sir. + +_2 Ush._ When the show's past, +I'le have ye into the Cellar, there we'll dine. +A very pretty wench, a witty Rogue, +And there we'll be as merry; can ye be merry? + +_Cel._ O very merry. + +_2 Ush._ Only our selves; this churlish fellow shall not know. + +_Cel._ By no means. + +_2 Ush._ And can you love a little? + +_Cel._ Love exceedingly: +I have cause to love you, dear Sir. + +_2 Ush._ Then I'le carry ye, +And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings, +The Lodgings, Gardens, and the walks: and then, sweet, +You shall tell me where you lye. + +_Cel._ Yes marry will I. + +_2 Ush._ And't shall go hard but I'le send ye a Venison Pasty, +And bring a bottle of wine along. + +_1 Ush._ Make room there, + +_2 Ush._ Room there afore; stand close, the train is coming. + +_Enter King_ Antigonus, Timon, Charinthus, Menippus. + +_Cel._ Have I yet left a beauty to catch fools? +Yet, yet, I see him not. O what a misery +Is love, expected long, deluded longer! + +_Ant._ Conduct in the Embassadors. + +_1 Ush._ Make room there. + +_Ant._ They shall not wait long answer-- [_Flourish._ + +_Cle._ Yet he comes not. + +_Enter_ 3 _Embassadors._ + +Why are eyes set on these, and multitudes +Follow to make these wonders? O good gods! +What would these look like if my love were here? +But I am fond, forgetful. + +_Ant._ Now your grievance, +Speak short, and have as short dispatch. + +_1 Emb._ Then thus, Sir: +In all our Royal Masters names, We tell you, +Ye have done injustice, broke the bonds of concord, +And from their equal shares, from _Alexander_ +Parted, and so possess'd, not like a Brother, +But as an open Enemy, Ye have hedged in +Whole Provinces, man'd and maintain'd these injuries; +And daily with your sword (though they still honour ye) +Make bloudy inroads, take Towns, and ruin Castles, +And still their sufFerance feels the weight. + +_2 Em._ Think of that love, great Sir, that honor'd friendship +Your self held with our Masters, think of that strength +When you were all one body, all one mind; +When all your swords struck one way, when your angers, +Like so many brother Billows rose together, +And curling up your foaming Crests, defied +Even mighty Kings, and in their falls entomb'd 'em; +O think of these; and you that have been Conquerours, +That ever led your Fortunes open ey'd, +Chain'd fast by confidence; you that fame courted, +Now ye want Enemies and men to match ye, +Let not your own Swords seek your ends to shame ye. + +_Enter_ Demetrius _with a Javelin, and Gentlemen._ + +_3 Em._ Choose which you will, or Peace or War, +We come prepar'd for either. + +_1 Ush._ Room for the Prince there. + +_Cel._ Was it the Prince they said? how my heart trembled! +'Tis he indeed; what a sweet noble fierceness +Dwells in his eyes! young _Meleager_ like, +When he return'd from slaughter of the Boar, +Crown'd with the loves and honours of the people, +With all the gallant youth of _Greece_, he looks now, +Who could deny him love? + +_Dem._ Hail Royal Father. + +_Ant._ Ye are welcome from your sport, Sir, do you see this Gent. +You that bring Thunders in your mouths, and Earthquakes +To shake and totter my designs? can you imagine +(You men of poor and common apprehensions) +While I admit this man, my Son, this nature +That in one look carries more fire, and fierceness, +Than all your Masters in their lives; dare I admit him, +Admit him thus, even to my side, my bosom, +When he is fit to rule, when all men cry him, +And all hopes hang about his head; thus place him, +His weapon hatched in bloud, all these attending +When he shall make their fortunes, all as sudden +In any expedition he shall point 'em, +As arrows from a Tartars bow, and speeding, +Dare I do this, and fear an enemy? +Fear your great Master? yours? or yours? + +_Dem._ O _Hercules_! +Who saies you do, Sir? Is there any thing +In these mens faces, or their Masters actions, +Able to work such wonders? + +_Cel._ Now he speaks: +O I could dwell upon that tongue for ever. + +_Dem._ You call 'em Kings, they never wore those Royalties, +Nor in the progress of their lives arriv'd yet +At any thought of King: Imperial dignities, +And powerful God-like actions, fit for Princes +They can no more put on, and make 'em sit right, +Than I can with this mortal hand hold Heaven: +Poor petty men, nor have I yet forgot +The chiefest honours time, and merit gave 'em: +_Lisimachus_ your Master, at the best, +His highest, and his hopeful'st Dignities +Was but grand-master of the _Elephants_; +_Seleuchus_ of the Treasure; and for _Ptolomey_, +A thing not thought on then, scarce heard of yet, +Some Master of Ammunition: and must these men-- + +_Cel._ What a brave confidence flows from his spirit! +O sweet young man! + +_Dem._ Must these, hold pace with us, +And on the same file hang their memories? +Must these examine what the wills of Kings are? +Prescribe to their designs, and chain their actions +To their restraints? be friends, and foes when they please? +Send out their Thunders, and their menaces, +As if the fate of mortal things were theirs? +Go home good men, and tell your Masters from us, +We do 'em too much honour to force from 'em +Their barren Countries, ruin their vast Cities, +And tell 'em out of love, we mean to leave 'em +(Since they will needs be Kings) no more to tread on, +Than they have able wits, and powers to manage, +And so we shall befriend 'em. Ha! what does she there? + +_Emb._ This is your answer King? + +_Ant._ 'Tis like to prove so. + +_Dem._ Fie, sweet, what makes you here? + +_Cel._ Pray ye do not chide me. + +_Dem._ You do your self much wrong and me. +I feel my fault which only was committed +Through my dear love to you: I have not seen ye, +And how can I live then? I have not spoke to ye-- + +_Dem._ I know this week ye have not; I will redeem all. +You are so tender now; think where you are, sweet. + +_Cel._ What other light have I left? + +_Dem._ Prethee _Celia_, +Indeed I'le see you presently. + +_Cel._ I have done, Sir: +You will not miss? + +_Dem._ By this, and this, I will not. + +_Cel._ 'Tis in your will and I must be obedient. + +_Dem._ No more of these assemblies. + +_Cel._ I am commanded. + +_1 Ush._ Room for the Lady there: Madam, my service-- + +_1 Gent._ My Coach an't please you Lady. + +_2 Ush._ Room before there. + +_2 Gent._ The honour, Madam, but to wait upon you-- +My servants and my state. + +_Cel._ Lord, how they flock now! +Before I was afraid they would have beat me; +How these flies play i'th' Sun-shine! pray ye no services, +Or if ye needs must play the Hobby-horses, +Seek out some beauty that affects 'em: farewel, +Nay pray ye spare: Gentlemen I am old enough +To go alone at these years, without crutches. [_Exit._ + +_2 Ush._ Well I could curse now: but that will not help me, +I made as sure account of this wench now, immediately, +Do but consider how the Devil has crost me, +Meat for my Master she cries, well-- + +_3 Em._ Once more, Sir, +We ask your resolutions: Peace or War yet? + +_Dem._ War, War, my noble Father. + +_1 Em._ Thus I fling it: +And fair ey'd peace, farewel. + +_Ant._ You have your answer; +Conduct out the Embassadours, and give 'em Convoyes. + +_Dem._ Tell your high hearted Masters, they shall not seek us, +Nor cool i'th' field in expectation of us, +We'l ease your men those marches: In their strengths, +And full abilities of mind and courage, +We'l find 'em out, and at their best trim buckle with 'em. + +_3 Em._ You will find so hot a Souldier's welcome, Sir, +Your favour shall not freeze. + +_2 Em._ A forward Gentleman, +Pity the Wars should bruise such hopes-- + +_Ant._ Conduct em-- [_Ex._ Em. +Now, for this preparation: where's _Leontius_? +Call him in presently: for I mean in person Gentlemen +My self, with my old fortune-- + +_Dem._ Royal Sir: +Thus low I beg this honour: fame already +Hath every where rais'd Trophies to your glory, +And conquest now grown old, and weak with following +The weary marches and the bloody shocks +You daily set her in: 'tis now scarce honour +For you that never knew to fight, but conquer, +To sparkle such poor people: the Royal Eagle +When she hath tri'd [h]er young ones 'gainst the Sun, +And found 'em right; next teacheth 'em to prey, +How to command on wing, and check below her +Even Birds of noble plume; I am your own, Sir, +You have found my spirit, try it now, and teach it +To stoop whole Kingdoms: leave a little for me: +Let not your glory be so greedy, Sir, +To eat up all my hopes; you gave me life, +If to that life you add not what's more lasting +A noble name, for man, you have made a shadow: +Bless me this day: bid me go on, and lead, +Bid me go on, no less fear'd, than _Antigonus_, +And to my maiden sword, tye fast your fortune: +I know 'twill fight it self then: dear Sir, honour me: +Never fair Virgin long'd so. + +_Ant._ Rise, and command then, +And be as fortunate, as I expect ye: +I love that noble will; your young companions +Bred up and foster'd with ye, I hope _Demetrius_, +You will make souldiers too: they must not leave ye. + +_Enter_ Leontius. + +_2 Gent._ Never till life leave us, Sir. + +_Ant._ O _Leontius_, +Here's work for you in hand. + +_Leon._ I am ev'n right glad, Sir. +For by my troth, I am now grown old with idleness; +I hear we shall abroad, Sir. + +_Ant._ Yes, and presently, +But who think you commands now? + +_Leon._ Who commands, Sir? +Methinks mine eye should guide me: can there be +(If you your self will spare him so much honour) +Any found out to lead before your Armies, +So full of faith, and fire, as brave _Demetrius_? +King _Philips_ Son, at his years was an old Souldier, +'Tis time his Fortune be o' wing, high time, Sir, +So many idle hours, as here he loyters, +So many ever-living names he loses, +I hope 'tis he. + +_Ant._ 'Tis he indeed, and nobly +He shall set forward: draw you all those Garrisons +Upon the frontiers as you pass: to those +Joyn these in pay at home, our ancient souldiers, +And as you go press all the Provinces. + +_Leo._ We shall not [need]; +Believe, this hopefull Gentleman +Can want no swords, nor honest hearts to follow him, +We shall be full, no fear Sir. + +_Ant._ You _Leontius_, +Because you are an old and faithfull servant, +And know the wars, with all his vantages, +Be near to his instructions, lest his youth +Lose valours best companion, staid discretion, +Shew where to lead, to lodge, to charge with safetie; +In execution not to break, nor scatter, +But with a provident anger, follow nobly: +Not covetous of blood, and death, but honour, +Be ever near his watches; cheer his labours, +And where his hope stands fair, provoke his valour; +Love him, and think it no dishonour (my _Demetrius_) +To wear this Jewel near thee; he is a tri'd one, +And one that even in spight of time, that sunk him, +And frosted up his strength, will yet stand by thee, +And with the proudest of thine Enemies +Exchange for bloud, and bravely: take his Counsel. + +_Leo._ Your grace hath made me young again, and wanton. + +_Ant._ She must be known and suddenly: +Do ye know her? [_to Minippus._ + +_Gent. Char._ No, believe Sir. + +_Ant._ Did you observe her, _Timon_? + +_Tim_. I look'd on her, +But what she is-- + +_Ant_. I must have that found. +Come in and take your leave. + +_Tim._ And some few Prayers along. + +_Dem._ I know my duty, [_Exit_ Ant. +You shall be half my Father. + +_Leo._ All your Servant: +Come Gentlemen, you are resolv'd I am sure +To see these wars. + +_1 Gent._ We dare not leave his fortunes, +Though most assur'd death hung round about us. + +_Leo._.= That bargain's yet to make; +Be not too hasty, when ye face the Enemie, +Nor too ambitious to get honour instantly, +But charge within your bounds, and keep close bodies, +And you shall see what sport we'l make these mad-caps; +You shall have game enough, I warrant ye, +Every mans Cock shall fight. + +_Dem._ I must go see Sir: +Brave Sir, as soon as I have taken leave, +I'le meet you in the park; +Draw the men thither, +Wait you upon _Leontius_. + +_Gen._ We'l attend Sir. + +_Leo._ But I beseech your Grace, with speed; the sooner +We are i'th' field.-- + +_Dem._ You could not please me better. [_Exit_. + +_Leo._ You never saw the wars yet? + +_Gent._ Not yet Colonel. + +_Leo._ These foolish Mistresses do so hang about ye, +So whimper, and so hug, I know it Gentlemen, +And so intice ye, now ye are i'th' bud; +And that sweet tilting war, with eyes and kisses, +Th' alarms of soft vows, and sighs, and fiddle faddles, +Spoils all our trade: you must forget these knick knacks, +A woman at some time of year, I grant ye +She is necessarie; but make no business of her. +How now Lieutenant? + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_Lieu._ Oh Sir, as ill as ever; +We shall have wars they say; they are mustring yonder: +Would we were at it once: fie, how it plagues me. + +_Leo._ Here's one has served now under Captain _Cupid_, +And crackt a Pike in's youth: you see what's come on't. + +_Lieu._ No, my disease will never prove so honourable. + +_Leo._ Why sure, thou hast the best pox. + +_Lieu._ If I have 'em, +I am sure I got 'em in the best company; +They are pox of thirty Coats. + +_Leo._ Thou hast mewed 'em finely: +Here's a strange fellow now, and a brave fellow, +If we may say so of a pocky fellow, +(Which I believe we may) this poor Lieutenant; +Whether he have the scratches, or the scabs, +Or what a Devil it be, I'le say this for him, +There fights no braver souldier under Sun, Gentlemen; +Show him an Enemie, his pain's forgot straight; +And where other men by beds and bathes have ease, +And easie rules of Physick; set him in a danger, +A danger, that's a fearfull one indeed, +Ye rock him, and he will so play about ye, +Let it be ten to one he ne'er comes off again, +Ye have his heart: and then he works it bravely, +And throughly bravely: not a pang remembre'd: +I have seen him do such things, belief would shrink at. + +_Gent._ 'Tis strange he should do all this, and diseas'd so. + +_Leo._ I am sure 'tis true: Lieutenant, canst thou drink well? + +_Lieu._ Would I were drunk, dog-drunk, I might not feel this backward? + +_Gent._ I would take Physick. + +_Lieu._ But I would know my disease first. + +_Leon._ Why? it may be the Colique: canst thou blow + +_Lieu._ There's never a bag-pipe in the Kingdom better. + +_Gent._ Is't not a pleuresie? + +_Lieu._ 'Tis any thing +That has the Devil, and death in't: will ye march Gentlemen? +The Prince has taken leave. + +_Leo._ How know ye that? + +_Lieu._ I saw him leave the Court, dispatch his followers, +And met him after in a by street: I think +He has some wench, or such a toy, to lick over +Before he go: would I had such another +To draw this foolish pain down. + +_Leo._ Let's away Gentlemen, +For sure the Prince will stay on us. + +_Gent._ We'l attend Sir. [Exeunt. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Celia. + +_Cel_. Must ye needs go? + +_Dem_. Or stay with all dishonour. + +_Cel_. Are there not men enough to fight? + +_Dem_. Fie _Celia_. +This ill becomes the noble love you bear me; +Would you have your love a coward? + +_Cel_. No; believe Sir, +I would have him fight, but not so far off from me. + +_Dem_. Wouldst have it thus? or thus? + +_Cel_. If that be fighting-- + +_Dem_. Ye wanton fool: when I come home again +I'le fight with thee, at thine own weapon _Celia_, +And conquer thee too. + +_Cel_. That you have done already, +You need no other Arms to me, but these Sir; +But will you fight your self Sir? + +_Dem_. Thus deep in bloud wench, +And through the thickest ranks of Pikes. + +_Cel_. Spur bravely +Your firie Courser, beat the troops before ye, +And cramb the mouth of death with executions. + +_Dem_. I would do more than these: But prethee tell me, +Tell me my fair, where got'st thou this male Spirit? +I wonder at thy mind. + +_Cel_. Were I a man then, +You would wonder more. + +_Dem_. Sure thou wouldst prove a Souldier, +And some great Leader. + +_Cel_. Sure I should do somewhat; +And the first thing I did, I should grow envious, +Extreamly envious of your youth, and honour. + +_Dem_. And fight against me? + +_Cel_. Ten to one, I should do it. + +_Dem_. Thou wouldst not hurt me? + +_Cel_. In this mind I am in +I think I should be hardly brought to strike ye, +Unless 'twere thus; but in my mans mind-- + +_Dem_. What? + +_Cel_. I should be friends with you too, +Now I think better. + +_Dem_. Ye are a tall Souldier: +Here, take these, and these; +This gold to furnish ye, and keep this bracelet; +Why do you weep now? +You a masculine Spirit? + +_Cel_. No, I confess, I am a fool, a woman: +And ever when I part with you-- + +_Dem_. You shall not, +These tears are like prodigious signs, my sweet one, +I shall come back, loaden with fame, to honour thee. + +_Cel_. I hope you shall: +But then my dear _Demetrius_, +When you stand Conquerour, and at your mercy +All people bow, and all things wait your sentence; +Say then your eye (surveying all your conquest) +Finds out a beautie, even in sorrow excellent, +A constant face, that in the midst of ruine +With a forc'd smile, both scorns at fate, and fortune: +Say you find such a one, so nobly fortified, +And in her figure all the sweets of nature? + +_Dem_. Prethee, +No more of this, I cannot find her. + +_Cel_. That shews as far beyond my wither'd beauty; +And will run mad to love ye too. + +_Dem_. Do you fear me, +And do you think, besides this face, this beauty, +This heart, where all my hopes are lock'd-- + +_Cel_. I dare not: +No sure, I think ye honest; wondrous honest. +Pray do not frown, I'le swear ye are. + +_Dem_. Ye may choose. + +_Cel_. But how long will ye be away? + +_Dem_. I know not. + +_Cel_. I know you are angry now: pray look upon me: +I'le ask no more such questions. + +_Dem_. The Drums beat, +I can no longer stay. + +_Cel_. They do but call yet: +How fain you would leave my Company? + +_Dem_. I wou'd not, +Unless a greater power than love commanded, +Commands my life, mine honour. + +_Cel_. But a little. + +_Dem_. Prethee farewel, and be not doubtfull of me. + +_Cel_. I would not have ye hurt: and ye are so ventrous-- +But good sweet Prince preserve your self, fight nobly, +But do not thrust this body, 'tis not yours now, +'Tis mine, 'tis only mine: do not seek wounds, Sir, +For every drop of blood you bleed-- + +_Dem_. I will _Celia_, +I will be carefull. + +_Cel_. My heart, that loves ye dearly. + +_Dem_. Prethee no more, we must part: [_Drums a March._ +Hark, they march now. + +_Cel_. Pox on these bawling Drums: I am sure you'l kiss me, +But one kiss? what a parting's this? + +_Dem_. Here take me, +And do what thou wilt with me, smother me; +But still remember, if your fooling with me, +Make me forget the trust-- + +_Cel_. I have done: farewel Sir, +Never look back, you shall not stay, not a minute. + +_Dem_. I must have one farewel more. + +_Cel_. No, the Drums beat; +I dare not slack your honour; not a hand more, +Only this look; the gods preserve, and save ye. + + + + +_ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Carinthus, Timon. + +_Ant_. What, have ye found her out? + +_Char_. We have hearkned after her. + +_Ant_. What's that to my desire? + +_Char_. Your grace must give us time, +And a little means. + +_Tim_. She is sure a stranger, +If she were bred or known here-- + +_Ant_. Your dull endeavours _Enter_ Menippus. +Should never be employ'd. Welcom _Menippus_. + +_Men_. I have found her Sir, +I mean the place she is lodg'd in; her name is _Celia_, +And much adoe I had to purchase that too. + +_Ant_. Dost think _Demetrius_ loves her? + +_Men_. Much I fear it, +But nothing that way yet can win for certain. +I'le tell your grace within this hour. + +_Ant_. A stranger? + +_Men_. Without all doubt. + +_Ant_. But how should he come to her? + +_Men_. There lies the marrow of the matter hid yet. + +_Ant_. Hast thou been with thy wife? + +_Men_. No Sir, I am going to her. + +_Ant_. Go and dispatch, and meet me in the garden, +And get all out ye can. [_Exit._ + +_Men_. I'le doe my best Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Tim._ Blest be thy wife, thou wert an arrant ass else. + +_Char_. I, she is a stirring woman indeed: +There's a brain Brother. + +_Tim_. There's not a handsom wench of any mettle +Within an hundred miles, but her intelligence +Reaches her, and out-reaches her, and brings her +As confidently to Court, as to a sanctuary: +What had his mouldy brains ever arriv'd at, +Had not she beaten it out o'th' Flint to fasten him? +They say she keeps an office of Concealments: +There is no young wench, let her be a Saint, +Unless she live i'th' Center, but she finds her, +And every way prepares addresses to her: +If my wife would have followed her course _Charinthus_, +Her lucky course, I had the day before him: +O what might I have been by this time, Brother? +But she (forsooth) when I put these things to her, +These things of honest thrift, groans, O my conscience, +The load upon my conscience, when to make us cuckolds, +They have no more burthen than a brood-[goose], Brother; +But let's doe what we can, though this wench fail us, +Another of a new way will be lookt at: +Come, let's abroad, and beat our brains, time may +For all his wisdom, yet give us a day. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + +Drum _within, Alarm, Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Leontius. + + +_Dem_. I will not see 'em fall thus, give me way Sir, +I shall forget you love me else. + +_Leo_. Will ye lose all? +For me to be forgotten, to be hated, +Nay never to have been a man, is nothing, +So you, and those we have preserv'd from slaughter +Come safely off. + +_Dem_. I have lost my self. + +_Leo_. You are cozen'd. + +_Dem_. And am most miserable. + +_Leo_. There's no man so, but he that makes himself so. + +_Dem_. I will goe on. + +_Leo_. You must not: I shall tell you then, +And tell you true, that man's unfit to govern, +That cannot guide himself: you lead an Army? +That have not so much manly suff'rance left ye, +To bear a loss? + +_Dem_. Charge but once more _Leontius_, +My friends and my companions are engag'd all. + +_Leo_. Nay give 'em lost, I saw 'em off their horses, +And the enemy master of their Arms; nor could then +The policie, nor strength of man redeem 'em. + +_Dem_. And shall I know this, and stand fooling? + +_Leo_. By my dead Fathers soul you stir not, Sir, +Or if you doe, you make your way through me first. + +_Dem_. Thou art a Coward. + +_Leo_. To prevent a Madman. +None but your Fathers Son, durst call me so, +'Death if he did--Must I be scandal'd by ye, +That hedg'd in all the helps I had to save ye? +That, where there was a valiant weapon stirring, +Both search'd it out, and singl'd it, unedg'd it, +For fear it should bite you, am I a coward? +Go, get ye up, and tell 'em ye are the Kings Son; +Hang all your Ladys favours on your Crest, +And let them fight their shares; spur to destruction, +You cannot miss the way: be bravely desperate, +And your young friends before ye, that lost this battel, +Your honourable friends, that knew no order, +Cry out, _Antigonus_, the old _Antigonus_, +The wise and fortunate _Antigonus_, +The great, the valiant, and the fear'd _Antigonus_, +Has sent a desperate son, without discretion +To bury in an hour his age of honour. + +_Dem_. I am ashamed. + +_Leo_. 'Tis ten to one, I die with ye: +The coward will not long be after ye; +I scorn to say I saw you fall, sigh for ye, +And tell a whining tale, some ten years after +To boyes and girles in an old chimney corner, +Of what a Prince we had, how bravely spirited; +How young and fair he fell: we'l all go with ye, +And ye shall see us all, like sacrifices +In our best trim, fill up the mouth of ruine. +Will this faith satisfie your folly? can this show ye +'Tis not to die we fear, but to die poorly, +To fall, forgotten, in a multitude? +If you will needs tempt fortune now she has held ye, +Held ye from sinking up. + +_Dem_. Pray do not kill me, +These words pierce deeper than the wounds I suffer, +The smarting wounds of loss. + +_Leo_. Ye are too tender; +Fortune has hours of loss, and hours of honour, +And the most valiant feel them both: take comfort, +The next is ours, I have a soul descries it: +The angry bull never goes back for breath +But when he means to arm his fury double. +Let this day set, but not the memorie, +And we shall find a time: How now Lieutenant? + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_Lieu_. I know not: I am mall'd: we are bravely beaten, +All our young gallants lost. + +_Leo_. Thou art hurt. + +_Lieu_. I am pepper'd, +I was i'th' midst of all: and bang'd of all hands: +They made an anvile of my head, it rings yet; +Never so thresh'd: do you call this fame? I have fam'd it; +I have got immortal fame, but I'le no more on't; +I'le no such scratching Saint to serve hereafter; +O' my conscience I was kill'd above twenty times, +And yet I know not what a Devil's in't, +I crawled away, and lived again still; I am hurt plaguily, +But now I have nothing near so much pain Colonel, +They have sliced me for that maladie. + +_Dem_. All the young men lost? + +_Lie_. I am glad you are here: but they are all i'th' pound sir, +They'l never ride o're other mens corn again, I take it, +Such frisking, and such flaunting with their feathers, +And such careering with their Mistres favours; +And here must he be pricking out for honour, +And there got he a knock, and down goes pilgarlick, +Commends his soul to his she-saint, and _Exit_. +Another spurs in there, cryes make room villains, +I am a Lord, scarce spoken, but with reverence +A Rascal takes him o're the face, and fells him; +There lyes the Lord, the Lord be with him. + +_Leo_. Now Sir, +Do you find this truth? + +_Dem_. I would not. + +_Lieu_. Pox upon it, +They have such tender bodies too; such Culisses, +That one good handsom blow breaks 'em a pieces. + +_Leo_. How stands the Enemy? + +_Lieu_. Even cool enough too: +For to say truth he has been shrewdly heated, +The Gentleman no doubt will fall to his jewlips. + +_Leo_. He marches not i'th' tail on's. + +_Lieu_. No, plague take him, +He'l kiss our tails as soon; he looks upon us, +As if he would say, if ye will turn again, friends, +We will belabor you a little better, +And beat a little more care into your coxcombs. +Now shall we have damnable Ballads out against us, +Most wicked madrigals: and ten to one, Colonel, +Sung to such lowsie, lamentable tunes. + +_Leo_. Thou art merry, +How e're the game goes: good Sir be not troubled, +A better day will draw this back again. +Pray go, and cheer those left, and lead 'em off, +They are hot, and weary. + +_Dem_. I'le doe any thing. + +_Leo_. Lieutenant, send one presently away +To th' King, and let him know our state: and hark ye, +Be sure the messenger advise his Majestie +To comfort up the Prince: he's full of sadness. + +_Lieu_. When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather, +Unless I be well pepper'd, I shall stink, Colonel. + +_Leo_. Go, I'le prepare thee one. + +_Lieu_. If ye catch me then, +Fighting again, I'le eat hay with a horse. [_Exit_. + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter_ Leucippe _(reading) and two Maids at a Table writing._ + +_Leu_. Have ye written to _Merione_? + +_1 Ma_. Yes, Madam. + +_Leu_. And let her understand the hopes she has, +If she come speedilie-- + +_1 Ma_. All these are specified. + +_Leu_. And of the chain is sent her, +And the rich stuff to make her shew more handsom here? + +_1 Maid_. All this is done, Madam. + +_Leu_. What have you dispatcht there? + +_2 Maid_. A letter to the Country maid, and't please ye. + +_Leu_. A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: +Have ye bought the embroydered gloves, and that purse for her, +And the new Curle? + +_2 Maid_. They are ready packt up Madam. + +_Leu_. Her maiden-head will yield me; let me see now; +She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion-- +_Cloe, Cloe, Cloe,_ here, I have her, +_Cloe_, the Daughter of a Country Gentleman; +Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion, +A lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling, +The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well, +Sings most inticingly, these helps consider'd, +Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred, +Or three hundred and fifty Crowns, 'twill bear it handsomly. +Her Father's poor, some little share deducted, +To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be pretty. +Who takes care of the Merchants Wife? + +_1 Ma_. I have wrought her. + +_Leu_. You know for whom she is? + +_1 Ma_. Very well, Madam, +Though very much ado I had to make her +Apprehend that happiness. + +_Leu_. These Kind are subtile; +Did she not cry and blubber when you urg'd her? + +_1 Ma_. O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish. + +_Leu_. Good signs, very good signs, +Symptoms of easie nature. +Had she the Plate? + +_1 Ma_. She lookt upon't, and left it, +And turn'd again, and view'd it. + +_Leu_. Very well still. + +_1 Ma_. At length she was content to let it lye there, +Till I call'd for't, or so. + +_Leu_. She will come? + +_1 Ma_. Do you take me +For such a Fool, I would part without that promise? + +_Leu_. The Chamber's next the Park. + +_1 Ma_. The Widow, Madam, +You bad me look upon. + +_Leu_. Hang her, she is musty: +She is no mans meat; besides, she's poor and sluttish: +Where lyes old _Thisbe_ now, you are so long now-- + +_2 Ma_. _Thisbe, Thisbe, Thisbe,_ agent _Thisbe_, O I have her, +She lyes now in _Nicopolis_. + +_Leu_. Dispatch a Packet, +And tell her, her Superiour here commands her +The next month not to fail, but see deliver'd +Here to our use, some twenty young and handsom, +As also able Maids, for the Court service, +As she will answer it: we are out of beauty, +Utterly out, and rub the time away here +With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it. [_Knock within_ +Who's that? look out, to your business, Maid, +There's nothing got by idleness: there is a Lady, +Which if I can but buckle with, _Altea_, +_A, A, A, A, Altea_ young, and married, +And a great lover of her husband, well, +Not to be brought to Court! say ye so? I am sorry, +The Court shall be brought to you then; how now, who is't? + +_1 Ma_. An ancient woman, with a maid attending, +A pretty Girl, but out of Cloaths; for a little money, +It seems she would put her to your bringing up, Madam. + +_Enter_ Woman _and_ Phebe. + +_Leu_. Let her come in. Would you ought with us, good woman? +I pray be short, we are full of business. + +_Wo_. I have a tender Girl here, an't please your honour. + +_Leu_. Very well. + +_Wom_. That hath a great desire to serve your worship. + +_Leu_. It may be so; I am full of Maids. + +_Wom_. She is young forsooth-- +And for her truth; and as they say her bearing. + +_Leu_. Ye say well; come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse, +'Tis somewhat weak, but Nature will grow stronger, +Let me see your leg, she treads but low i'th' Pasterns. + +_Wom_. A cork Heel, Madam. + +_Leu_, We know what will do it, +Without your aim, good woman; what do you pitch her at? +She's but a slight toy--cannot hold out long. + +_Wom_. Even what you think is meet. + +_Leu_. Give her ten Crowns, we are full of business, +She is a poor Woman, let her take a Cheese home. +Enter the wench i' th' Office. [_Ex. Wom. and 1 Ma._ + +_2 Ma_. What's your name, Sister? + +_Phe_. _Phebe_, forsooth. + +_Leu_. A pretty name; 'twill do well: +Go in, and let the other Maid instruct you, _Phebe_. [_Ex. Phe._ +Let my old Velvet skirt be made fit for her. +I'll put her into action for a Wast-coat; +And when I have rigg'd her up once, this small Pinnace +Shall sail for Gold, and good store too; who's there? [_Knock within_ +Lord, shall we never have any ease in this world! +Still troubled! still molested! what would you have? _Enter_ Menipp[us]. +I cannot furnish you faster than I am able, +And ye were my Husband a thousand times, I cannot do it. +At least a dozen posts are gone this morning +For several parts of the Kingdom: I can do no more +But pay 'em, and instruct 'em. + +_Men_. Prithee, good sweet heart, +I come not to disturb thee, nor discourage thee, +I know thou labour'st truly: hark in thine ear. + +_Leu_. Ha! +What do you make so dainty on't? look there +I am an Ass, I can do nothing. + +_Men_. _Celia_? +I, this is she; a stranger born. + +_Leu_. What would you give for more now? + +_Men_. Prithee, my best _Leucippe_, there's much hangs on't, +Lodg'd at the end of _Mars_'s street? that's true too; +At the sack of such a Town, by such a Souldier +Preserv'd a Prisoner: and by Prince _Demetrius_ +Bought from that man again, maintain'd and favour'd: +How came you by this knowledg? + +_Leu_. Poor, weak man, +I have a thousand eyes, when thou art sleeping, +Abroad, and full of business. + +_Men_. You never try'd her? + +_Leu_. No, she is beyond my level; so hedg'd in +By the Princes infinite Love and Favour to her-- + +_Men_. She is a handsome Wench. + +_Leu_. A delicate, and knows it; +And out of that proof arms her self. + +_Men_. Come in then; +I have a great design from the King to you, +And you must work like wax now. + +_Leu_. On this Lady? + +_Men_. On this, and all your wits call home. + +_Leu_. I have done +Toys in my time of some note; old as I am, +I think my brains will work without barm; +Take up the Books. + +_Men_. As we go in, I'le tell ye. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Timon, Lords _and a_ Souldier. + +_Ant_. No face of sorrow for this loss, 'twill choak him, +Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature +So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd, +That the least adding to it adds to his ruine; +His loss is not so infinite, I hope, Souldier. + +_Soul_. Faith neither great, nor out of indiscretion. +The young men out of heat. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, Leontius, _and_ Lieutenant. + +_Ant_. I guess the manner. + +_Lord_. The Prince and't like your Grace. + +_Ant_. You are welcome home, Sir: +Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune, +And I my self have try'd the like: clear up man, +I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted +Your fear had lost, and that you had turn'd your back to 'em, +Basely besought their mercies-- + +_Leo_. No, no, by this hand, Sir, +We fought like honest and tall men. + +_Antig_. I know't _Leontius_: or if I thought +Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye, +Or too vain-glorious appetite of Fame, +Your men forgot and scatter'd. + +_Leo_. None of these, Sir, +He shew'd himself a noble Gentleman, +Every way apt to rule. + +_Ant_. These being granted; +Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, +That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? +I have lost a Battel. + +_Leo_. I, and fought it hard too. + +_Ant_. With as much means as man-- + +_Leo_. Or Devil could urge it. + +_Ant_. Twenty to one of our side now. + +_Leo_. Turn Tables, +Beaten like Dogs again, like Owls, you take it +To heart for flying but a mile before 'em; +And to say the truth, 'twas no flight neither, Sir, +'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk, +I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish, +And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver, +Blouded and bang'd almost a day before 'em, +And glad I have got off then. Here's a mad Shaver, +He fights his share I am sure, when e'r he comes to't; +Yet I have seen him trip it tithly too, +And cry the Devil take the hindmost ever. + +_Lieu_. I learnt it of my Betters. + +_Leo_. Boudge at this? + +_Ant_. Has Fortune but one Face? + +_Lieu_. In her best Vizard +Methinks she looks but lowzily. + +_Ant_. Chance, though she faint now, +And sink below our expectations, +Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her? + +_Dem_. 'Tis not, this day I fled before the Enemy, +And lost my People, left mine Honour murder'd, +My maiden Honour, never to be ransom'd, +(Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible) +Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these, +Time may turn straight again, experience perfect, +And new Swords cut new ways to nobler Fortunes. +O I have lost-- + +_Ant_. As you are mine forget it: +I do not think it loss. + +_Dem_. O Sir, forgive me, +I have lost my friends, those worthy Souls bred with me, +I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me: +I have lost all Arts, my Schools are taken from me, +Honour and Arms, no emulation left me: +I liv'd to see these men lost, look'd upon it: +These men that twin'd their loves to mine, their vertues; +O shame of shames! I saw and could not save 'em, +This carries Sulphur in't, this burns, and boils me, +And like a fatal Tomb, bestrides my memory. + +_Ant_. This was hard fortune, but if alive, and taken, +They shall be ransom'd: let it be at Millions. + +_Dem_. They are dead, they are dead. + +_Lieu_. When wou'd he weep for me thus? +I may be dead and powder'd. + +_Leo_. Good Prince, grieve not: +We are not certain of their deaths: the Enemy, +Though he be hot, and keen, +Yet holds good Quarter. +What Noise is this? + + [_Great Shout within: Enter Gentlemen._ + +_Lieu_. He does not follow us? +Give me a Steeple top. + +_Leo_. They live, they live, Sir. + +_Ant_. Hold up your manly face. +They live, they are here, Son. + +_Dem_. These are the men. + +_1 Gent_. They are, and live to honour ye. + +_Dem_. How 'scap'd ye noble friends? methought I saw ye +Even in the Jaws of Death. + +_2 Gent_. Thanks to our folly, +That spur'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't; +And ev'n beyond the hand of succour, beaten, +Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then, Sir, +Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell knoll, +And see the Grave a digging, tell. + +_Dem_. For Heavens sake +Delude mine Eyes no longer! how came ye off? + +_1 Gent_. Against all expectation, the brave _Seleucus_, +I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue, +When, through the Troops, he saw ye shoot like lightning; +And at your manly courage all took fire; +And after that, the misery we fell to +The never-certain Fate of War, considering, +As we stood all before him, Fortunes ruines, +Nothing but Death expecting, a short time +He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes. +Then with an eye of mercy inform'd his Judgment, +How yet unripe we were, unblown, unharden'd, +Unfitted for such fatal ends; he cryed out to us, +Go Gentlemen, commend me to your Master, +To the most High, and Hopeful Prince, _Demetrius_; +Tell him the Valour that he showed against me +This day, the Virgin Valour, and true fire, +Deserves even from an Enemy this courtesie; +Your Lives, and Arms freely. I'll give 'em: thank him. +And thus we are return'd, Sir. + +_Leo_. Faith, 'twas well done; +'Twas bravely done; was't not a noble part, Sir? + +_Lieu_. Had I been there, up had I gone, I am sure on't; +These noble tricks I never durst trust 'em yet. + +_Leo_. Let me not live, and't were not a famed honesty; +It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish Heaven, +But e'n the happiness, e'n that poor blessing +For all the sharp afflictions thou hast sent me, +But e'n i'th' head o'th' field, to take _Seleucus_. +I should do something memorable: fie, sad still? + +_1 Gent_. Do you grieve, we are come off? + +_Dem_. Unransom'd, was it? + +_2 Gent_. It was, Sir. + +_Dem_. And with such a fame to me? +Said ye not so? + +_Leo_. Ye have heard it. + +_Dem_. O _Leontius_! +Better I had lost 'em all: my self had perish'd, +And all my Fathers hopes. + +_Leo_. Mercy upon you; +What ails you, Sir? Death, do not make fools on's, +Neither go to Church, nor tarry at home, +That's a fine Horn-pipe? + +_Ant_. What's now your grief, _Demetrius_? + +_Dem_. Did he not beat us twice? + +_Leo_. He beat, a Pudding; +Beat us but once. + +_Dem_. H'as beat me twice, and beat me to a Coward. +Beat me to nothing. + +_Lieu_. Is not the Devil in him? + +_Leo_. I pray it be no worse. + +_Dem_. Twice conquer'd me. + +_Leo_. Bear witness all the world, I am a Dunce here. + +_Dem_. With valour first he struck me, then with honour, +That stroak _Leontius_, that stroak, dost thou not feel it? + +_Leo_. Whereabouts was it? for I remember nothing yet. + +_Dem_. All these Gentlemen +That were his Prisoners-- + +_Leo_. Yes, he set 'em free, Sir, +With Arms and honour. + +_Dem_. There, there, now thou hast it; +At mine own weapon, Courtesie has beaten me, +At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me, +Hotter than all the dint o'th' Fight he has charg'd me: +Am I not now a wretched fellow? think on't; +And when thou hast examin'd all wayes honorable, +And find'st no door left open to requite this, +Conclude I am a wretch, and was twice beaten. + +_Ant_. I have observ'd your way, and understand it, +And equal love it as _Demetrius_, +My noble child thou shalt not fall in vertue, +I and my power will sink first: you _Leontius_, +Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out again, +And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here, +Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye, +Before ye be i'th' field: the enemy is up still, +And still in full design: Charge him again, Son, +And either bring home that again thou hast lost there, +Or leave thy body by him. + +_Dem_. Ye raise me, +And now I dare look up again, _Leontius_. + +_Leo_. I, I, Sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em, +To make all straight; and who we shall give to th' Devil. +What saist thou now Lieutenant? + +_Lieu_. I say nothing. +Lord what ail I, that I have no mind to fight now? +I find my constitution mightily alter'd +Since I came home: I hate all noises too, +Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well +As any living man; why not as valiant? +To fight now, is a kind of vomit to me, +It goes against my stomach. + +_Dem_. Good Sir, presently; +You cannot doe your Son so fair a favour. + +_Ant_. 'Tis my intent: I'le see ye march away too. +Come, get your men together presently, _Leontius_, +And press where please you, as you march. + +_Leo_. We goe Sir. + +_Ant_. Wait you on me, I'le bring ye to your command, +And then to fortune give you up. + +_Dem_. Ye love me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. Goe, get the Drums, beat round, Lieutenant. + +_Lieu_. Hark ye, Sir, +I have a foolish business they call marriage. + +_Leo_. After the wars are done. + +_Lieu_. The partie staies Sir, +I have giv'n the Priest his mony too: all my friends Sir, +My Father, and my Mother. + +_Leo_. Will you goe forward? + +_Lieu_. She brings a pretty matter with her. + +_Leo_. Half a dozen Bastards. + +_Lieu_. Some fortie Sir. + +_Leo_. A goodly competency. + +_Lieu_. I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'le dispatch the matter, +'Tis but a night or two; I'le overtake ye Sir. + +_Leo_. The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter? + +_Lieu_. And if it be a boy, I'le even make bold Sir. + +_Leo_. Away with your whore, +A plague o' your whore, you damn'd Rogue, +Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing? + +_Lieu_. I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, +He's a sufficient Gentleman. + +_Leo_. Get forward. + +_Lieu_. Only receive her portion. + +_Leo_. Get ye forward; +Else I'le bang ye forward. + +_Lieu_. Strange Sir, +A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty +To doe the office of a man. + +_Leo_. Shame light on thee, +How came this whore into thy head? + +_Lieu_. This whore Sir? +'Tis strange, a poor whore. + +_Leo_. Do not answer me, +Troop, Troop away; do not name this whore again, +Or think there is a whore. + +_Lieu_. That's very hard Sir. + +_Leo_. For if thou dost, look to't, I'le have thee guelded, +I'le walk ye out before me: not a word more. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter_ Leucippe, _and_ Governess. + +_Leu_. Ye are the Mistris of the house ye say, +Where this young Lady lies. + +_Gov_. For want of a better. + +_Leu_. You may be good enough for such a purpose: +When was the Prince with her? answer me directly. + +_Gov_. Not since he went a warring. + +_Leu_. Very well then: +What carnal copulation are you privie to +Between these two? be not afraid, we are women, +And may talk thus amongst our selves, no harm in't. + +_Gov_. No sure, there's no harm in't, I conceive that; +But truly, that I ever knew the Gentlewoman +Otherwise given, than a hopefull Gentlewoman-- + +_Leu_. You'l grant me the Prince loves her? + +_Gov_. There I am with ye. +And the gods bless her, promises her mightily. + +_Leu_. Stay there a while. And gives her gifts? + +_Gov_. Extreamly; +And truly makes a very Saint of her. + +_Leu_. I should think now, +(Good woman let me have your judgement with me, +I see 'tis none of the worst: Come sit down by me) +That these two cannot love so tenderly. + +_Gov_. Being so young as they are too. + +_Leu_. You say well-- +But that methinks some further promises-- + +_Gov_. Yes, yes, +I have heard the Prince swear he would marry her. + +_Leu_. Very well still: they do not use to fall out? + +_Gov_. The tenderest Chickens to one another, +They cannot live an hour asunder. + +_Leu_. I have done then; +And be you gone; you know your charge, and do it. +You know whose will it is; if you transgress it-- +That is, if any have access, or see her, +Before the Kings will be fulfill'd-- + +_Gov_. Not the Prince, Madam? + +_Leu_. You'I be hang'd if you doe it, that I'le assure ye. + +_Gov_. But ne'retheless, I'le make bold to obey ye. + +_Leu_. Away, and to your business then. + +_Gov_. 'Tis done, Madam. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA_ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Menippus. + +_Ant_. Thou hast taken wondrous pains; but yet _Menippus_, +You understand not of what bloud and country. + +_Men_. I labour'd that, but cannot come to know it. +A _Greek_ I am sure she is, she speaks this language. + +_Ant_. Is she so excellent handsom? + +_Men_. Most inticing. + +_Ant_. Sold for a prisoner? + +_Men_. Yes Sir, +Some poor creature. + +_Ant_. And he loves tenderly? + +_Men_. They say extreamly. + +_Ant_. 'Tis well prevented then: yes, I perceiv'd it: +When he took leave now, he made a hundred stops, +Desir'd an hour, but half an hour, a minute, +Which I with anger cross'd; I knew his business, +I knew 'twas she he hunted on; this journey, man, +I beat out suddenly for her cause intended, +And would not give him time to breath. When comes she? + +_Men_. This morning Sir. + +_Ant_. Lodge her to all delight then: +For I would have her try'd to th' test: I know, +She must be some crackt coyn, not fit his traffique, (her, +Which when we have found, the shame will make him leave +Or we shall work a nearer way: I'le bury him, +And with him all the hopes I have cast upon him, +E're he shall dig his own grave in that woman: +You know which way to bring her: I'le stand close there, +To view her as she passes: and do you hear _Menippus_, +Observe her with all sweetness: humour her, +'Twill make her lie more careless to our purposes. +Away, and take what helps you please. + +_Men_. I am gone Sir. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Celia, _and_ Governess. + +_Cel_. Governess, from whom was this Gown sent me? +Prethee be serious true; I will not wear't else: +'Tis a handsom one. + +_Gov_. As though you know not? + +_Cel_. No faith: +But I believe, for certain too, yet I wonder, +Because it was his caution, this poor way, +Still to preserve me from the curious searchings +Of greedy eyes. + +_Gov_. You have it: does it please you? + +_Cel_. 'Tis very rich, methinks too, prethee tell me? + +_Gov_. From one that likes you well, never look coy, Lady; +These are no gifts, to be put off with powtings. + +_Cel_. Powtings, and gifts? is it from any stranger? + +_Gov_. You are so curious, that there is no talk to ye. +What if it be I pray ye? + +_Cel_. Unpin good Governess, +Quick, quick. + +_Gov_. Why, what's the matter? + +_Cel_. Quick, good Governess: +Fie on't, how beastly it becomes me! poorly! +A trick put in upon me? well said Governess: +I vow I would not wear it--out, it smells musty. +Are these your tricks? now I begin to smell it, +Abominable musty; will you help me? +The Prince will come again-- + +_Gov_. You are not mad sure? + +_Cel_. As I live I'le cut it off: a pox upon it; +For sure it was made for that use; do you bring me Liveries? +Stales to catch Kites? dost thou laugh too, thou base woman? + +_Gov_. I cannot chuse, if I should be hang'd. + +_Cel_. Abuse me, +And then laugh at me too? + +_Gov_. I do not abuse ye: +Is it abuse, to give him drink that's thirsty? +You want cloaths; is it such a hainous sin I beseech ye, +To see you stor'd? + +_Cel_. There is no greater wickedness +Than this way. + +_Gov_. What way? + +_Cel_. I shall curse thee fearfully, +If thou provok'st me further: and take heed, woman; +My curses never miss. + +_Gov_. Curse him that sent it. + +_Cel_. Tell but his name-- + +_Gov_. You dare not curse him. + +_Cel_. Dare not? +By this fair light-- + +_Gov_. You are so full of passion-- + +_Cel_. Dare not be good? be honest? dare not curse him? + +_Gov_. I think you dare not: I believe so. + +_Cel_. Speak him. + +_Gov_. Up with your valour then, up with it bravely, +And take your full charge. + +_Cel_. If I do not, hang me; +Tell but his name. + +_Gov_. 'Twas Prince Demetrius sent it: +Now, now, give fire, kill him i'th' eye now Lady. + +_Cel_. Is he come home? + +_Gov_. It seems so; but your curse now. + +_Cel_. You do not lie, I hope. + +_Gov. You dare not curse him. + +_Cel_. Prethee do not abuse me: is he come home indeed? +For I would now with all my heart believe thee. + +_Gov_. Nay, you may chuse: alas, I deal for strangers, +That send ye scurvie musty Gowns, stale Liveries: +I have my tricks. + +_Cel_. 'Tis a good gown, a handsome one; +I did but jest; where is he? + +_Gov_. He that sent it-- + +_Cel_. How? he that sent it? is't come to that again? +Thou canst not be so foolish: prethee speak out, +I may mistake thee. + +_Gov_. I said he that sent it. + +_Cel_. Curse o' my life: why dost thou vex me thus? +I know thou meanest Demetrius, dost thou not? +I charge thee speak truth: if it be any other, +Thou knowst the charge he gave thee, and the justice +His anger will'inflift, if e're he know this, +As know he shall, he shall, thou spightfull woman, +Thou beastly woman; and thou shalt know too late too, +And feel too sensible, I am no ward, +No sale stuff for your money Merchants that sent if? +Who dare send me, or how durst thou, thou-- + +_Gov_. What you please: +For this is ever the reward of service. +The Prince shall bring the next himself. + +_Cel_. 'Tis strange +That you should deal so peevishly: beshrew ye, +You have put me in a heat. + +_Gov_. I am sure ye have kill'd me: +I ne're receiv'd such language: I can but wait upon ye, +And be your drudge; keep a poor life to serve ye. + +_Cel_. You know my nature is too easie, Governess, +And you know now, I am sorry too: how does he? + +_Gov_. O God, my head. + +_Cel_. Prethee be well, and tell me, +Did he speak of me, since he came? nay, see now, +If thou wilt leave this tyranny? good sweet governess, +Did he but name his _Celia_? look upon me, +Upon my faith I meant no harm: here, take this, +And buy thy self some trifles: did he good wench? + +_Gov_. He loves ye but too dearly. + +_Cel_. That's my good Governess. + +_Gov_. There's more cloaths making for ye. + +_Cel_. More cloaths? + +_Gov_. More: +Richer and braver; I can tell ye that news; +And twenty glorious things. + +_Cel_. To what use Sirrah? + +_Gov_. Ye are too good for our house now: we poor wretches +Shall lose the comfort of ye. + +_Cel_. No, I hope not. + +_Gov_. For ever lose ye Lady. + +_Cel_. Lose me? wherefore? +I hear of no such thing. + +_Gov_. 'Tis sure it must be so: +You must shine now at Court: such preparation, +Such hurry, and such hanging rooms-- + +_Cel_. To th' Court wench? +Was it to th' Court thou saidst? + +_Gov_. You'l find it so. + +_Cel_. Stay, stay, this cannot be. + +_Gov_. I say it must be: +I hope to find ye still the same good Lady. + +_Cel_. To th' Court? this stumbles me: art sure for me wench, +This preparation is? + +_Gov_. She is perilous crafty: +I fear too honest for us all too. Am I sure I live? + +_Cel_. To th' Court? this cannot down: what should I do there? +Why should he on a suddain change his mind thus, +And not make me acquainted? sure he loves me; +His vow was made against it, and mine with him: +At least while this King liv'd: he will come hither, +And see me e're I goe? + +_Gov_. Wou'd some wise woman +Had her in working. That I think he will not, +Because he means with all joy there to meet ye. +Ye shall hear more within this hour. + +_Cel_. A Courtier? +What may that meaning be? sure he will see me +If he be come, he must: Hark ye good Governess, +What age is the King of? + +_Gov_. He's an old man, and full of business. + +_Cel_. I fear too full indeed: what Ladys are there? +I would be loth to want good company. + +_Gov_. Delicate young Ladys, as you would desire; +And when you are acquainted, the best company. + +_Cel_. 'Tis very well: prethee goe in, let's talk more. +For though I fear a trick, Fie bravely try it. + +_Gov_. I see he must be cunning, +Knocks this Doe down. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter_ Lieutenant, _and_ Leontius, _Drums within_. + +_Leo_. You shall not have your will, sirrah, are ye running? +Have ye gotten a toy in your heels? Is this a season, +When honour pricks ye on, to prick your ears up, +After your whore, your Hobby-horse? + +_Lieu_. Why look ye now: +What a strange man are you? would you have a man fight +At all hours all alike? + +_Leo_. Do but fight something; +But half a blow, and put thy stomach to't: +Turn but thy face, and do-make mouths at 'em. + +_Lieu_. And have my teeth knockt out; I thank ye heartily, +Ye are my dear friend. + +_Leo_. What a devil ails thee? +Dost long to be hang'd? + +_Lieu_. Faith Sir, I make no suit for't: +But rather Fhan I would live thus out of charity, +Continually in brawling-- + +_Leo_. Art thou not he? +I may be cosen'd-- + +_Lieu_, I shall be discover'd. + +_Leo_. That in the midst of thy most hellish pains, +When thou wert crawling sick, didst aim at wonders, +When thou wert mad with pain? + +_Lieu_. Ye have found the cause out; +I had ne're been mad to fight else: I confess Sir, +The daily torture of my side that vext me, +Made me as daily careless what became of me, +Till a kind sword there wounded me, and eas'd me; +'Twas nothing in my valour fought; I am well now, +And take some pleasure in my life, methinks now, +It shews as mad a thing to me to see you scuffle, +And kill one another foolishly for honour, +As 'twas to you, [t]o see me play the coxcomb. + +_Leo_. And wilt thou ne're fight more? + +_Lieu_. I'th' mind I am in. + +_Leo_. Nor never be sick again? + +_Lieu_. I hope I shall not. + +_Leo_. Prethee be sick again: prethee, I beseech thee, +Be just so sick again. + +_Lieu_. I'le just be hang'd first. + +_Leo_. If all the Arts that are can make a Colique, +Therefore look to't: or if imposthumes, mark me, +As big as foot-balls-- + +_Lieu_. Deliver me. + +_Leo_. Or stones of ten pound weight i'th' kidneys, +Through ease and ugly dyets may be gather'd; +I'le feed ye up my self Sir, I'le prepare ye, +You cannot fight, unless the Devil tear ye, +You shall not want provocations, I'le scratch ye, +I'le have thee have the tooth-ach, and the head-ach. + +_Lieu_. Good Colonel, I'le doe any thing. + +_Leo_. No, no, nothing-- +Then will I have thee blown with a pair of Smiths bellows, +Because ye shall be sure to have a round gale with ye, +Fill'd full of oyle o'Devil, and _Aqua-fortis_, +And let these work, these may provoke. + +_Lieu_. Good Colonel. + +_Leo_. A coward in full bloud; prethee be plain with me, +Will roasting doe thee any good? + +_Lieu_. Nor basting neither, Sir. + +_Leo_. Marry that goes hard. + +_Enter_ 1 Gentleman. + +_1 Gent_. Where are you Colonel? +The Prince experts ye Sir; h'as hedg'd the enemy +Within a streight, where all the hopes and valours +Of all men living cannot force a passage, +He has 'em now. + +_Leo_. I knew all this before Sir, +I chalk'd him out his way: but do you see that thing there? + +_Lieu_. Nay good sweet Colonel, I'le fight a little. + +_Leo_. That thing? + +_1 Gent_. What thing? I see the brave Lieutenant. + +_Leo_. Rogue, what a name hast thou lost? + +_Lieu_. You may help it, +Yet you may help't: I'le doe ye any courtesie: +I know you love a wench well. + +_Enter_ 2 Gentlemen. + +_Leo_. Look upon him; +Do you look too. + +_2 Gent_. What should I look on? +I come to tell ye, the Prince stayes your direction, +We have 'em now i'th' Coop, Sir. + +_Leo_. Let 'em rest there, +And chew upon their miseries: but look first-- + +_Lieu_. I cannot fight for all this. + +_Leo_. Look on this fellow. + +_2 Gent_. I know him; 'tis the valiant brave Lieutenant. +Leo. Canst thou hear this, and play the Rogue? steal off quickly, +Behind me quickly neatly do it, +And rush into the thickest of the enemy, +And if thou kill'st but two. + +_Lieu_. You may excuse me, +'Tis not my fault: I dare not fight. + +_Leo_. Be rul'd yet, +I'le beat thee on; goe wink and fight: a plague upon your sheeps heart. + +_2 Gent_. What's all this matter? + +_1 Gent_. Nay I cannot shew ye. + +_Leo_. Here's twenty pound, goe but smell to 'em. + +_Lieu_. Alas Sir, +I have taken such a cold I can smell nothing. + +_Leo_. I can smell a Rascal, a rank Rascal: +Fye, how he stinks, stinks like a tyred Jade. + +_2 Gent_. What Sir? + +_Leo_. Why, that Sir, do not you smell him? + +_2 Gent_. Smell him? + +_Lieu_. I must endure. + +_Leo_. Stinks like a dead Dog, Carrion-- +There's no such damnable smell under Heaven, +As the faint sweat of a Coward: will ye fight yet? + +_Lieu_. Nay, now I defie ye; ye have spoke the worst ye can +Of me, and if every man should take what you say +To the heart.-- + +_Leo_. God ha' Mercy, +God ha' Mercy with all my heart; here I forgive thee; +And fight, or fight not, do but goe along with us, +And keep my Dog. + +_Lieu_. I love a good Dog naturally. + +_1 Gent_. What's all this stir, Lieutenant? + +_Lieu_. Nothing Sir, +But a slight matter of argument. + +_Leo_. Pox take thee. +Sure I shall love this Rogue, he's so pretty a Coward. +Come Gentlemen, let's up now, and if fortune +Dare play the slut again, I'le never more Saint her, +Come play-fellow, come, prethee come up; come chicken, +I have a way shall fit yet: A tame knave, +Come, look upon us. + +_Lieu_. I'le tell ye who does best boyes. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Menippus, _above_. + +_Men_. I saw her coming out. + +_Ant_. Who waits upon her? + +_Men_. _Timon_, _Charinthus_, and some other Gentlemen, +By me appointed. + +_Ant_. Where's your wife? + +_Men_. She's ready +To entertain her here Sir; and some Ladies +Fit for her lodgings. + +_Ant_. How shews she in her trim now? + +_Men_. Oh most divinely sweet. + +_Ant_. Prethee speak softly. +How does she take her coming? + +_Men_. She bears it bravely; +But what she thinks--For Heaven sake Sir preserve me-- +If the Prince chance to find this. + +_Ant_. Peace ye old fool; +She thinks to meet him here. + +_Men_. That's all the Project. + +_Ant_. Was she hard to bring? + +_Men_. No she believ'd it quickly, +And quickly made her self fit, the Gown a little, +And those new things she has not been acquainted with, +At least in this place, where she liv'd a prisoner, +Troubled and stirr'd her mind. But believe me Sir, +She has worn as good, they sit so apted to her; +And she is so great a Mistris of disposure: +Here they come now: but take a full view of her. + +_Enter_ Celia, Timon, Charinthus, _and_ Gent. + +_Ant_. How cheerfully she looks? how she salutes all? +And how she views the place? she is very young sure: +That was an admirable smile, a catching one, +The very twang of Cupids bow sung in it: +She has two-edg'd eyes, they kill o' both sides. + +_Men_. She makes a stand, as though she would speak. + +_Ant_. Be still then. + +_Cel_. Good Gentlemen, trouble your selves no further, +I had thought sure to have met a noble friend here. + +_Tim_. Ye may meet many Lady. + +_Cel_. Such as you are +I covet few or none, Sir. + +_Char_. Will you walk this way, +And take the sweets o'th' garden? cool and close, Lady. + +_Cel_. Methinks this open air's far better, tend ye that way +Pray where's the woman came along? + +_Char_. What woman? + +_Cel_. The woman of the house I lay at. + +_Tim_. Woman? +Here was none came along sure. + +_Cel_. Sure I am catcht then: +Pray where's the Prince? + +_Char_. He will not be long from ye, +We are his humble Servants. + +_Cel_. I could laugh now, +To see how finely I am cozen'd: yet I fear not, +For sure I know a way to scape all dangers. + +_Tim_. Madam, your lodgings lye this way. + +_Cel_. My Lodgings? +For Heaven sake Sir, what office do I bear here? + +_Tim_. The great commander of all hearts. + +_Enter_ Leucippe, _and_ Ladies. + +_Cel_. You have hit it. +I thank your sweet heart for it. Who are these now? + +_Char_. Ladies that come to serve ye. + +_Cel_. Well consider'd, +Are you my Servants? + +_Lady_. Servants to your pleasures. + +_Cel_. I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye: +Catch'd with a trick? well, I must bear it patiently: +Methinks this Court's a neat place: all the people +Of so refin'd a size-- + +_Tim_. This is no poor Rogue. + +_Leu_. Were it a Paradise to please your fancy, +And entertain the sweetness you bring with ye. + +_Cel_. Take breath; +You are fat, and many words may melt ye, +This is three Bawdes beaten into one; bless me Heaven, +What shall become of me? I am i'th' pitfall: +O' my conscience, this is the old viper, and all these little ones +Creep every night into her belly; do you hear plump servant +And you my little sucking Ladies, you must teach me, +For I know you are excellent at carriage, +How to behave my self, for I am rude yet: +But you say the Prince will come? + +_Lady_. Will flie to see you. + +_Cel_. For look you if a great man, say the King now +Should come and visit me? + +_Men_. She names ye. + +_Ant_. Peace fool. + +_Cel_. And offer me a kindness, such a kindness. + +_Leu_. I, such a kindness. + +_Cel_. True Lady such a kindness, +What shall that kindness be now? + +_Leu_. A witty Lady, +Learn little ones, learn. + +_Cel_. Say it be all his favour. + +_Leu_. And a sweet saying 'tis. + +_Cel_. And I grow peevish? + +_Leu_. You must not be negleftfull. + +_Cel_. There's the matter, +There's the main doctrine now, and I may miss it, +Or a kind handsom Gentleman? + +_Leu_. You say well. + +_Cel_. They'I count us basely bred. + +_Leu_. Not freely nurtur'd. + +_Cel_. I'le take thy counsel. + +_Leu_. 'Tis an excellent woman. + +_Cel_. I find a notable volum here, a learned one; +Which way? for I would fain be in my chamber; +In truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; fie, +How hot the air beats on me! + +_Lady_. This way Madam. + +_Cel_. Now by mine honour, I grow wondrous faint too. + +_Leu_. Your fans sweet Gentlewomen, your fans. + +_Cel_. Since I am fool'd, +I'le make my self some sport, though I pay dear for't. [_Ex._ + +_Men_. You see now what a manner of woman she is Sir. + +_Ant_. Thou art an ass. + +_Men_. Is this a fit love for the Prince: + +_Ant_. A coxcombe: +Now by my crown a daintie wench, a sharp wench, +And/a matchless Spirit: how she jeer'd 'em? +How carelesly she scoff'd 'em? use her nobly; +I would I had not seen her: wait anon, +And then you shall have more to trade upon. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter_ Leontius, _and the_ 2 Gentlemen. + +_Leo_. We must keep a round, and a strong watch to night, +The Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning: +But for the trick I told ye for this Rascal, +This rogue, that health and strong heart makes a coward. + +_1 Gent_. I, if it take. + +_Leo_. Ne're fear it, the Prince has it, +And if he let it fall, I must not know it; +He will suspecl: me presently: but you two +May help the plough. + +_2 Gent_. That he is sick again. + +_Leo_. Extreamly sick: his disease grown incurable, +Never yet found, nor touch'd at. + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_2 Gent_. Well, we have it, +And here he comes. + +_Leo_. The Prince has been upon him, +What a flatten face he has now? it takes, believe it; +How like an Ass he looks? + +_Lieu_. I feel no great pain, +At least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly +I grow extreamly faint: how cold I sweat now! + +_Leo_. So, so, so. + +_Lieu_. And now 'tis ev'n too true, I feel a pricking, +A pricking, a strange pricking: how it tingles! +And as it were a stitch too: the Prince told me, +And every one cri'd out I was a dead man; +I had thought I had been as well-- + +_Leo_. Upon him now Boys, +And do it most demurely. + +_1 Gent_. How now _Lieutenant_? + +_Lieu_. I thank ye Gentlemen. + +_1 Gent_. 'Life, how looks this man? +How dost thou good _Lieutenant_? + +_2 Gent_. I ever told ye +This man was never cur'd, I see it too plain now; +How do you feel your self? you look not perfect, +How dull his eye hangs? + +_1 Gent_. That may be discontent. + +_2 Gent_. Believe me friend, I would not suffer now +The tith of those pains this man feels; mark his forehead +What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon't? + +_Lieu_. I have it, +Again I have it; how it grows upon me! +A miserable man I am. + +_Leo_. Ha, ha, ha, +A miserable man thou shall be, +This is the tamest Trout I ever tickl'd. + +_Enter_ 2 Physicians. + +_1 Phy_. This way he went. + +_2 Phy_. Pray Heaven we find him living, +He's a brave fellow, 'tis pity he should perish thus. + +_1 Phy_. A strong hearted man, and of a notable sufferance. + +_Lieu_. Oh, oh. + +_1 Gent_. How now? how is it man? + +_Lieu_. Oh Gentlemen, +Never so full of pain. + +_2 Gent_. Did I not tell ye? + +_Lieu_. Never so full of pain, Gentlemen. + +_1 Phy_. He is here; +How do you, Sir? + +_2 Phy_. Be of good comfort, Souldier, +The Prince has sent us to you. + +_Lieu_. Do you think I may live? + +_2 Phy_. He alters hourly, strangely. + +_1 Phy_. Yes, you may live: but-- + +_Leo_. Finely butted, Doctor. + +_1 Gent_. Do not discourage him. + +_1 Phy_. He must be told truth, +'Tis now too late to trifle. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Gent. + +_2 Gent_. Here the Prince comes. + +_Dem_. How now Gentlemen? + +_2 Gent_. Bewailing, Sir, a Souldier, +And one I think, your Grace will grieve to part with, +But every living thing-- + +_Dem_. 'Tis true, must perish, +Our lives are but our marches to our graves, +How dost thou now _Lieutenant?_ + +_Lieu_. Faith 'tis true, Sir, +We are but spans, and Candles ends. + +_Leo_. He's finely mortified. + +_Dem_. Thou art heart whole yet I see he alters strangely, +And that apace too; I saw it this morning in him, +When he poor man, I dare swear-- + +_Lieu_. No believ't, Sir, +I never felt it. + +_Dem_. Here lies the pain now: how he is swel'd? + +_1 Phy_. The Impostume +Fed with a new malignant humour now, +Will grow to such a bigness, 'tis incredible, +The compass of a Bushel will not hold it. +And with such a Hell of torture it will rise too-- + +_Dem_. Can you endure me touch it? + +_Lieu_. Oh, I beseech you, Sir: +I feel you sensibly ere you come near me. + +_Dem_. He's finely wrought, he must be cut, no Cure else, +And suddenly, you see how fast he blows out. + +_Lieu_. Good Master Doctors, let me be beholding to you, +I feel I cannot last. + +_2 Phy_. For what _Lieutenant?_ + +_Lieu_. But ev'n for half a dozen Cans of good Wine, +That I may drink my will out: I faint hideously. (men, + +_Dem_. Fetch him some Wine; and since he must go Gentle--Why +let him take his journey merrily. + +_Enter_ Servant _with Wine._ + +_Lieu_. That's ev'n the nearest way. + +_Leo_. I could laugh dead now. + +_Dem_. Here, off with that. + +_Lieu_. These two I give your Grace, +A poor remembrance of a dying man, Sir, +And I beseech you wear 'em out. + +_Dem_._ I will Souldier, +These are fine Legacies. + +_Lieu_. Among the Gentlemen, +Even all I have left; I am a poor man, naked, +Yet something for remembra[n]ce: four a piece Gentlemen, +And so my body where you please. + +_Leo_. It will work. + +_Lieu_. I make your Grace my Executor, and I beseech ye +See my poor Will fulfill'd: sure I shall walk else. + +_Dem_. As full as they can be fill'd, here's my hand, Souldier. + +_1 Gent_. The Wine will tickle him. + +_Lieut_. I would hear a Drum beat, +But to see how I could endure it. + +_Dem_. Beat a Drum there. [_Drum within_. + +_Lieu_. Oh Heavenly Musick, I would hear one sing to't; +I am very full of pain. + +_Dem_. Sing? 'tis impossible. + +_Lieu_. Why, then I would drink a Drum full: +Where lies the Enemy? + +_2 Gent_. Why, here close by. + +_Leo_. Now he begins to muster. + +_Lieu_. And dare he fight? +Dare he fight Gentlemen? + +_1 Phy_. You must not cut him: +He's gone then in a moment; all the hope left, is +To work his weakness into suddain anger, +And make him raise his passion above his pain, +And so dispose him on the Enemy; +His body then, being stir'd with violence, +Will purge it self and break the sore. + +_Dem_. 'Tis true, Sir. + +_1 Phy_. And then my life for his. + +_Lieu_. I will not dye thus. + +_Dem_. But he is too weak to do-- + +_Lieu_. Dye like a Dog? + +_2 Phy_. I, he's weak, but yet he's heart whole. + +_Lieu_. Hem. + +_Dem_. An excellent sign. + +_Lieu_. Hem. + +_Dem_. Stronger still, and better. + +_Lieu_. Hem, hem; ran, tan, tan, tan, tan. [_Exit_. + +_1 Phy_. Now he's i'th' way on't. + +_Dem._ Well go thy waies, thou wilt do something certain. + +_Leo._ And some brave thing, or let mine ears be cut off. +He's finely wrought. + +_Dem._ Let's after him. + +_Leo._ I pray, Sir; +But how this Rogue, when this cloud's melted in him, +And all discover'd-- + +_Dem._ That's for an after mirth, away, away, away. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA VI._ + + +_Enter Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Souldiers._ + +_Sel_. Let no man fear to dye: we love to sleep all, +And death is but the sounder sleep; all ages, +And all hours call us; 'tis so common, easie, +That little Children tread those paths before us; +We are not sick, nor our souls prest with sorrows, +Nor go we out like tedious tales, forgotten; +High, high we come, and hearty to our Funerals, +And as the Sun that sets, in bloud let's fall. + +_Lysi_. 'Tis true, they have us fast, we cannot scape 'em +Nor keeps the brow of fortune one smile for us, +Dishonourable ends we can scape though, +And (worse than those Captivities) we can die, +And dying nobly, though we leave behind us +These clods of flesh, that are too massie burthens, +Our living souls flie crown'd with living conquests. + +_Ptol_. They have begun, fight bravely, and fall bravely; +And may that man that seeks to save his life now +By price, or promise, or by fear falls from us, +Never again be blest with name of Souldier. + +_Enter a Souldier._ + +_Sel_. How now? who charged first? I seek a brave hand +To set me off in death. + +_Soul_. We are not charg'd, Sir, +The Prince lies still. + +_Sel_. How comes this Larum up then? + +_Soul_. There is one desperate fellow, with the Devil in him +(He never durst do this else) has broke into us, +And here he bangs ye two or three before him, +There five or six; ventures upon whole Companies. + +_Ptol_. And is not seconded? + +_Soul_. Not a man follows. + +_Sel_. Nor cut i' pieces? + +_Soul_. Their wonder yet has staid 'em. + +_Sel_. Let's in, and see this miracle? + +_Ptol_. I admire it. [_Ex._ + +_Enter Leontius, and Gentlemen._ + +_Leon_. Fetch him off, fetch him off; I am sure he's clouted; +Did I hot tell you how 'twould take? + +_1 Gent_. 'Tis admirable. + +_Enter Lieutenant with Colours in his hand, pursuing 3 or 4 Souldiers._ + +_Lie_. Follow that blow, my friend, there's at your coxcombs, +I fight to save me from the Surgions miseries. + +_Leo_. How the Knave curries 'em? + +_Lieu_. You cannot Rogues, +Till you have my Diseases, flie my fury, +Ye Bread and Butter Rogues, do ye run from me? +And my side would give me leave, I would so hunt ye, +Ye Porridg gutted Slaves, ye Veal broth-Boobies. + +_Enter Demetrius, and Physicians, and Gentlemen._ + +_Leo_. Enough, enough _Lieutenant_, thou hast done bravely. + +_Dem_. Mirrour of man. + +_Lieu_. There's a Flag for ye, Sir, +I took it out o'th' shop, and never paid for't, +I'le to 'em again, I am not come to th' text yet. + +_Dem_. No more my Souldier: beshrew my heart he is hurt sore. + +_Leo_. Hang him, he'l lick all th^se whole. + +_1 Phy_. Now will we take him, +And Cure him in a trice. + +_Dem_. Be careful of him. + +_Lieu_. Let me live but two years, +And do what ye will with me; +I never had but two hours yet of happiness; +Pray ye give me nothing to provoke my valour, +For I am ev'n as weary of this fighting-- + +_2 Phy_. Ye shall have nothing; come to the Princes Tent +And there the Surgions presently shall search ye, +Then to your rest. + +_Lieu_. A little handsome Litter +To lay me in, and I shall sleep. + +_Leo_. Look to him. + +_Dem_. I do believe a Horse begot this fellow, +He never knew his strength yet; they are our own. + +_Leo_. I think so, I am cozen'd else; I would but see now +A way to fetch these off, and save their honours. + +_Dem_. Only their lives. + +_Leo_. Pray ye take no way of peace now, +Unless it be with infinite advantage. + +_Dem_. I shall be rul'd; +Let the Battels now move forward, +Our self will give the signal: _Enter_ Trumpet _and_ Herald. +Now Herald, what's your message? + +_Her_. From my Masters, +This honourable courtesie, a Parley +For half an hour, no more, Sir. + +_Dem_. Let 'em come on, +They have my Princely word. + +_Enter_ Seleucus, Lysimacus, Ptolomie, _Attendants, Souldiers._ + +_Her_. They are here to attend ye. + +_Dem_. Now Princes, your demands? + +_Sel_. Peace, if it may be +Without the too much tainture of our honour: +Peace, and we'l buy it too. + +_Dem_. At what price? + +_Lysi_. Tribute. + +_Ptol_. At all the charge of this War. + +_Leo_. That will not do. + +_Sel_. _Leontius_, you and I have serv'd together, +And run through many a Fortune with our swords, +Brothers in Wounds and Health; one meat has fed us, +One Tent a thousand times from cold night cover'd us: +Our loves have been but one; and had we died then, +One Monument had held our names, and actions: +Why do you set upon your friends such prices? +And sacrifice to giddy chance such Trophies? +Have we forgot to dye? or are our vertues +Less in afflictions constant, than our fortunes? +Ye are deceiv'd old Souldier. + +_Leo_. I know your worths, +And thus low bow in reverence to your vertues: +Were these my Wars, or led my power in chief here, +I knew then how to meet your memories: +They are my Kings imployments; this man fights now, +To whom I ow all duty, faith, and service; +This man that fled before ye; call back that, +That bloudy day again, call that disgrace home, +And then an easie Peace may sheath our Swords up. +I am not greedy of your lives and fortunes, +Nor do I gape ungratefully to swallow ye. +Honour, the spur of all illustrious natures, +That made you famous Souldiers, and next Kings, +And not ambitious envy strikes me forward. +Will ye unarm, and yield your selves his prisoners? + +_Sel_. We never knew what that sound meant: no Gyves +Shall ever bind this body, but embraces; +Nor weight of sorrow here, till Earth fall on me. + +_Leo_. Expect our charge then. + +_Lysi_. 'Tis the nobler courtesie: +And so we leave the hand of Heaven to bless us. + +_Dem_. Stay, have you any hope? + +_Sel_. We have none left us, +But that one comfort of our deaths together; +Give us but room to fight. + +_Leo_. Win it, and wear it. + +_Ptol_. Call from the hills those Companies hang o're us, +Like bursting Clouds; and then break in, and take us. + +_Dem_. Find such a Souldier will forsake advantage, +And we'll draw off to shew I dare be noble, +And hang a light out to ye in this darkness, +The light of peace; give up those Cities, Forts, +And all those Frontier Countries to our uses. + +_Sel_. Is this the Peace? Traitors to those that feed us, +Our Gods and people? give our Countries from us? + +_Lysi_. Begin the Knell, it sounds a great deal sweeter. + +_Ptol_. Let loose your servant, death. + +_Sel_. Fall fate upon us, +Our memories shall never stink behind us. + +_Dem_. Seleucus_, great _Seleucus_. + +_Sol_. The Prince calls, Sir. + +_Dem_. Thou stock of nobleness, and courtesie, +Thou Father of the War-- + +_Leo_. What means the Prince now? + +_Dem_. Give me my Standard here. + +_Lysi_. His anger's melted. + +_Dem_. You Gentlemen that were his prisoners, +And felt the bounty of that noble nature, +Lay all your hands, and bear these Colours to him, +The Standard of the Kingdom; take it Souldier. + +_Ptol_. What will this mean? + +_Dem_. Thou hast won it, bear it off, +And draw thy men home whilest we wait upon thee. + +_Sel_. You shall have all our Countries. + +_Lysi. Ptol_. All by Heaven, Sir. + +_Dem_. I will not have a stone, a bush, a bramble, +No, in the way of courtesie, I'le start ye; +Draw off, and make a lane through all the Army, +That these that have subdu'd us, may march through us. + +_Sel_. Sir, do not make me surfeit with such goodness, +I'le bear your Standard for ye; follow ye. + +_Dem_. I swear it shall be so, march through me fairly, +And thine be this days honour, great _Seleucus_. + +_Ptol_. Mirrour of noble minds. + +_Dem_. Nay then ye hate me. + +_Leo_. I cannot speak now: _ [Ex. with Drums, and Shouts._ +Well, go thy wayes; at a sure piece of bravery +Thou art the best, these men are won by th' necks now: +I'le send a Post away. + + + + +_ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, and Menippus._ + +_Ant_. No aptness in her? + +_Men_. Not an immodest motion, +And yet when she is courted, +Makes as wild witty answers. + +_Ant_. This more fires me, +I must not have her thus. + +_Men_. We cannot alter her. + +_Ant_. Have ye put the youths upon her? + +_Men_. All that know any thing, +And have been studied how to catch a beauty, +But like so many whelps about an Elephant-- +The Prince is coming home, Sir. + +_Ant_. I hear that too, +But that's no matter; am I alter'd well? + +_Men_. Not to be known I think, Sir. + +_Ant_. I must see her. + +_Enter 2 Gentlemen, or Lords._ + +_1 Gent_. I offered all I had, all I could think of, +I tri'd her through all the points o'th' compass, I think. + +_2 Gent_. She studies to undo the Court, to plant here +The Enemy to our Age, Chastity; +She is the first, that e're bauk'd a close Arbour, +And the sweet contents within: She hates curl'd heads too, +And setting up of beards she swears is Idolatry. + +_1 Gent_. I never knew so fair a face so froze; +Yet she would make one think-- + +_2 Gent_. True by her carriage, +For she's as wanton as a Kid to th' out side, +As full of Mocks and Taunts: I kiss'd her hand too, +Walkt with her half an hour. + +_1 Gent_. She heard me sing, +And sung her self too; she sings admirably; +But still when any hope was, as 'tis her trick +To minister enough of those, then presently +With some new flam or other, nothing to the matter, +And such a frown, as would sink all before her, +She takes her Chamber; come, we shall not be the last fools. + +_2 Gent_. Not by a hundred I hope; 'tis a strange wench. + +_Ant_. This screws me up still higher. + +_Enter Celia, and Ladies behind her._ + +_Men_. Here she comes, Sir. + +_Ant_. Then be you gone; and take the Women with ye, +And lay those Jewels in her way. + +_Cel_. If I stay longer +I shall number as many Lovers as _Lais_ did; +How they flock after me! upon my Conscience, +I have had a dozen Horses given me this morning, +I'le ev'n set up a Troop, and turn She-souldier, +A good discreet wench now, that were not hidebound +Might raise a fine estate here, and suddenly: +For these warm things will give their Souls--I can go no where +Without a world of offerings to my Excellence: +I am a Queen, a Goddesse, I know not what-- +And no constellation in all Heaven, but I out-shine it; +And they have found out now I have no eyes +Of mortal lights, but certain influences, +Strange vertuous lightnings, humane nature starts at, +And I can kill my twenty in a morning, +With as much ease now-- +Ha! what are these? new projects? +Where are my honourable Ladies? are you out too? +Nay then I must buy the stock, send me good Carding: +I hope the Princes hands be not in this sport; +I have not seen him yet, cannot hear from him, +And that troubles me: all these were recreations +Had I but his sweet company to laugh with me: +What fellow's that? another Apparition? +This is the lovingst Age: I should know that face, +Sure I have seen't before, not long since neither. + +_Ant_. She sees me now: O Heaven, a most rare creature! + +_Cel_. Yes, 'tis the same: I will take no notice of ye, +But if I do not fit ye, let me fry for't; +Is all this Cackling for your egg? they are fair ones, +Excellent rich no doubt too; and may stumble +A good staid mind, but I can go thus by 'em; +My honest friend; do you set off these Jewels? + +_Ant_. Set 'em off, Lady? + +_Cel_. I mean, sell 'em here, Sir? + +_Ant_. She's very quick; for sale they are not meant sure. + +_Cel_. For sanctity I think much less: good even Sir. + +_Ant_. Nay noble Lady, stay: 'tis you must wear 'em: +Never look strange, they are worthy your best beauty. + +_Cel_. Did you speak to me? + +_Ant_. To you or to none living: +To you they are sent, to you they are sacrificed. + +_Cel_. I'le never look a Horse i'th' mouth that's given: +I thank ye, Sir: I'le send one to reward ye. + +_Ant_. Do you never ask who sent 'em? + +_Cel_. Never I: +Nor never care, if it be an honest end, +That end's the full reward, and thanks but slubber it; +If it be ill, I will not urge the acquaintance. + +_Ant_. This has a soul indeed: pray let me tell ye-- + +_Cel_. I care not if ye do, so you do it hansomly, +And not stand picking of your words. + +_Ant_. The King sent 'em. + +_Cel_. Away, away, thou art some foolish fellow, +And now I think thou hast stole 'em too: the King sent 'em? +Alas good man, wouldst thou make me believe +He has nothing to do with things of these worths, +But wantonly to fling 'em? he's an old man, +A good old man, they say too: I dare swear +Full many a year ago he left these gambols: +Here, take your trinkets. + +_Ant_. Sure I do not lye, Lady. + +_Cel_. I know thou lyest extreamly, damnably: +Thou hast a lying face. + +_Ant_. I was never thus ratled. + +_Cel_. But say I should believe: why are these sent me? +And why art thou the Messenger? who art thou? + +_Ant_. Lady, look on 'em wisely, and then consider +Who can send such as these, but a King only? +And, to what beauty can they be oblations, +But only yours? For me that am the carrier, +'Tis only fit you know I am his servant, +And have fulfil'd his will. + +_Cel_. You are short and pithy; +What must my beauty do for these? + +_Ant. _Sweet Lady, +You cannot be so hard of understanding, +When a King's favour shines upon ye gloriously, +And speaks his love in these-- + +_Cel_. O then love's the matter; +Sir-reverence love; now I begin to feel ye: +And I should be the Kings Whore, a brave title; +And go as glorious as the Sun, O brave still: +The chief Commandress of his Concubines, +Hurried from place to place to meet his pleasures. + +_Ant_. A devilish subtil wench, but a rare spirit. (dry, + +_Cel_. And when the good old spunge had suckt my youth +And left some of his Royal aches in my bones: +When time shall tell me I have plough'd my life up, +And cast long furrows in my face to sink me. + +_Ant_. You must not think so, Lady. + +_Cel_. Then can these, Sir, +These precious things, the price of youth and beauty; +This shop here of sin-offerings set me off again? +Can it restore me chaste, young, innocent? +Purge me to what I was? add to my memory +An honest and a noble fame? The Kings device; +The sin's as universal as the Sun is, +And lights an everlasting Torch to shame me. + +_Ant_. Do you hold so sleight account of a great Kings favour, +That all knees bow to purchase? + +_Cel_. Prethee peace: +If thou knewst how ill favouredly thy tale becomes thee, +And what ill root it takes-- + +_Ant_. You will be wiser. + +_Cel_. Could the King find no shape to shift his pander into, +But reverend Age? and one so like himself too? + +_Ant_. She has found me out. + +_Cel_. Cozen the world with gravity? +Prethee resolve me one thing, do's the King love thee? + +_Ant_. I think he do's. + +_Cel_. It seems so by thy Office: +He loves thy use, and when that's ended, hates thee: +Thou seemest to me a Souldier. + +_Ant_. Yes, I am one. + +_Cel_. And hast fought for thy Country? + +_Ant_. Many a time. + +_Cel_. May be, commanded too? + +_Ant_. I have done, Lady. + +_Cel_. O wretched man, below the state of pity! +Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour? +A free Companion for a King? a Souldier? +Whose Nobleness dare feel no want, but Enemies? +Canst thou forget this, and decline so wretchedly, +To eat the Bread of Bawdry, of base Bawdry? +Feed on the scum of Sin? fling thy Sword from thee? +Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee? +Go, beg diseases: let them be thy Armours, +Thy fights, the flames of Lust, and their foul issues. + +_Ant_. Why then I am a King, and mine own Speaker. + +_Cel_. And I as free as you, mine own Disposer: +There, take your Jewels; let them give them lustres +That have dark Lives and Souls; wear 'em your self, Sir, +You'l seem a Devil else. + +_Ant_. I command ye stay. + +_Cel_. Be just, I am commanded. + +_Ant_. I will not wrong ye. + +_Cel_. Then thus low falls my duty. + +_Ant_. Can ye love me? +Say I, and all I have-- + +_Cel_. I cannot love ye; +Without the breach of faith I cannot hear ye; +Ye hang upon my love, like frosts on Lilies: +I can dye, but I cannot love: you are answer'd. + +_Ant_. I must find apter means, I love her truly. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Demetr. Leon. Lieu. Gent. Sould. _and_ Host. + +_Dem_. Hither do you say she is come? + +_Host_. Yes Sir, I am sure on't: +For whilest I waited upon ye, putting my Wife in trust, +I know not by what means, but the King found her, +And hither she was brought; how, or to what end-- + +_Dem_. My Father found her? + +_Host_. So my Wife informs me. + +_Dem_. _Leontius_, pray draw off the Souldiers, +I would a while be private. + +_Leon_. Fall off Gentlemen, +The Prince would be alone. [Ex. Leo _and_ Soul. + +_Dem_. Is he so cunning? +There is some trick in this, and you must know it, +And be an agent too: which if it prove so-- + +_Host_. Pull me to pieces, Sir. + +_Dem_. My Father found her? +My Father brought her hither? went she willingly? + +_Host_. My Wife sayes full of doubts. + +_Dem_. I cannot blame her, +No more: there's no trust, no faith in mankind. + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Menippus, Leontius, and Souldiers. + +_Ant_. Keep her up close, he must not come to see her: +You are welcome nobly now, welcome home Gentlemen; +You have done a courteous service on the Enemy +Has tyed his Faith for ever; you shall find it; +Ye are not now in's debt Son: still your sad looks? +_Leontius_, what's the matter? + +_Leo_. Truth Sir, I know not. +We have been merry since we went. + +_Lieu_. I feel it. + +_Ant_. Come, what's the matter now? do you want mony? +Sure he has heard o'th' wench. + +_Dem_. Is that a want, Sir? +I would fain speak to your Grace. + +_Ant_. You may do freely. + +_Dem_. And not deserve your anger? + +_Ant_. That ye may too. + +_Dem_. There was a Gentlewoman, and sometimes my prisoner, +Which I thought well of Sir: your Grace conceives me. + +_Ant_. I do indeed, and with much grief conceive ye; +With full as much grief as your Mother bare you. +There was such a Woman: would I might as well say, +There was no such, _Demetrius._ + +_Dem_. She was vertuous, +And therefore not unfit my youth to love her: +She was as fair-- + +_Ant_. Her beauty I'le proclaim too, +To be as rich as ever raign'd in Woman; +But how she made that good, the Devil knows. + +_Dem_. She was--O Heaven! + +_Ant_. The Hell to all thy glories, +Swallow'd thy youth, made shipwrack of thine honour: +She was a Devil. + +_Dem_. Ye are my father, Sir. + +_Ant_. And since ye take a pride to shew your follies, +I'le muster 'em, and all the world shall view 'em. + +_Leo_. What heat is this? the Kings eyes speak his anger. + +_Ant_. Thou hast abus'd thy youth, drawn to thy fellowship +Instead of Arts and Arms, a Womans kisses, +The subtilties, and soft heats of a Harlot. + +_Dem_. Good Sir, mistake her not. + +_Ant_. A Witch, a Sorceress: +I tell thee but the truth; and hear _Demetrius_, +Which has so dealt upon thy bloud with charms, +Devilish and dark; so lockt up all thy vertues; +So pluckt thee back from what thou sprungst from, glorious. + +_Dem_. O Heaven, that any tongue but his durst say this! +That any heart durst harbour it! Dread Father, +If for the innocent the gods allow us +To bend our knees-- + +_Ant_. Away, thou art bewitch'd still; +Though she be dead, her power still lives upon thee. + +_Dem_. Dead? O sacred Sir: dead did you say? + +_Ant_. She is dead, fool. + +_Dem_. It is not possible: be not so angry, +Say she is faln under your sad displeasure, +Or any thing but dead, say she is banished, +Invent a crime, and I'le believe it, Sir. + +_Ant_. Dead by the Law: we found her Hell, and her, +I mean her Charms and Spells, for which she perish'd; +And she confest she drew thee to thy ruine, +And purpos'd it, purpos'd my Empires overthrow. + +_Dem_. But is she dead? was there no pity Sir? +If her youth err'd, was there no mercy shown her? +Did ye look on her face, when ye condemn'd her? + +_Ant_. I look'd into her heart, and there she was hideous. + +_Dem_. Can she be dead? can vertue fall untimely? + +_Ant_. She is dead, deservingly she died. + +_Dem_. I have done then. +O matchless sweetness, whither art thou vanished? +O thou fair soul of all thy Sex, what Paradise +Hast thou inrich'd and blest? I am your son, Sir, +And to all you shall command stand most obedient, +Only a little time I must intreat you +To study to forget her; 'twill not be long, Sir, +Nor I long after it: art thou dead _Celia_, +Dead my poor wench? my joy, pluckt green with violence: +O fair sweet flower, farewel; Come, thou destroyer +Sorrow, thou melter of the soul, dwell with me; +Dwell with me solitary thoughts, tears, cryings, +Nothing that loves the day, love me, or seek me, +Nothing that loves his own life haunt about me: +And Love, I charge thee, never charm mine eyes more, +Nor ne're betray a beauty to my curses: +For I shall curse all now, hate all, forswear all, +And all the brood of fruitful nature vex at, +For she is gone that was all, and I nothing-- [_Ex. & Gent_. + +_Ant_. This opinion must be maintained. + +_Men_. It shall be, Sir. + +_Ant_. Let him go; I can at mine own pleasure +Draw him to th' right again: wait your instructions, +And see the souldier paid, _Leontius_: +Once more ye are welcome home all. + +_All_. Health to your Majesty. [_Ex. Antig. &c._ + +_Leo_. Thou wentest along the journey, how canst thou tell? + +_Host_. I did, but I am sure 'tis so: had I staid behind, +I think this had not proved. + +_Leo_. A Wench the reason? + +_Lieu_. Who's that talks of a Wench there? + +_Leo_. All this discontent +About a Wench? + +_Lieu_. Where is this Wench, good Colonel? + +_Leo_. Prithee hold thy Peace: who calls thee to counsel? + +_Lieu_. Why, if there be a Wench-- + +_Leo_. 'Tis fit thou know her: + + _Enter_ 2 Gentlemen. + +That I'le say for thee, and as fit thou art for her, +Let her be mewed or stopt: how is it Gentlemen? + +_1 Gent_. He's wondrous discontent, he'l speak to no man. + +_2 Gent_. H'as taken his Chamber close, admits no entrance; +Tears in his eyes, and cryings out. + +_Host_. 'Tis so, Sir, +And now I wish myself half hang'd ere I went this journey. + +_Leo_. What is this Woman? + +_Lieu_. I. + +_Host_. I cannot tell ye, +But handsome as Heaven. + +_Lieu_. She is not so high I hope, Sir. + +_Leo_. Where is she? + +_Lieu_. I, that would be known. + +_Leo_. Why, Sirrah. + +_Host_. I cannot show ye neither; +The King has now dispos'd of her. + +_Leo_. There lyes the matter: +Will he admit none to come to comfort him? + +_1 Gent_. Not any near, nor, let 'em knock their hearts out, +Will never speak. + +_Lieu_. 'Tis the best way if he have her; +For look you, a man would be loth to be disturb'd in's pastime; +'Tis every good mans case. + +_Leo_. 'Tis all thy living, +We must not suffer this, we dare not suffer it: +For when these tender souls meet deep afflictions, +They are not strong enough to struggle with 'em, +But drop away as Snow does, from a mountain, +And in the torrent of their own sighs sink themselves: +I will, and must speak to him. + +_Lieu_. So must I too: +He promised me a charge. + +_Leo_. Of what? of Children +Upon my Conscience, thou hast a double company, +And all of thine own begetting already. + +_Lieu_. That's all one, +I'le raise 'em to a Regiment, and then command 'em, +When they turn disobedient, unbeget 'em: +Knock 'em o'th' head, and put in new. + +_Leo_. A rare way; +But for all this, thou art not valiant enough +To dare to see the Prince now? + +_Lieu_. Do ye think he's angry? + +_1 Gent_. Extreamly vext. + +_2 Gent_. To the endangering of any man comes near him. + +_1 Gent_. Yet, if thou couldst but win him out, +What e're thy suit were, +Believe it granted presently. + +_Leo_. Yet thou must think though, +That in the doing he may break upon ye, +And-- + +_Lieu_. If he do not kill me. + +_Leo_. There's the question. + +_Lieu_. For half a dozen hurts. + +_Leo_. Art thou so valiant? + +_Lieu_. Not absolutely so neither: no it cannot be, +I want my impostumes, and my things about me, +Yet I'le make danger, Colonel. + +_Leo_. 'Twill be rare sport, +Howe're it take; give me thy hand; if thou dost this, +I'le raise thee up a horse Troop, take my word for't. + +_Lieu_. What may be done by humane man. + +_Leo_. Let's go then. + +_1 Gent_. Away before he cool: he will relapse else. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, and Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. Will she not yield? + +_Leu_. For all we can urge to her; +I swore you would marry her, she laugh'd extreamly, +And then she rail'd like thunder. + +_Ant_. Call in the _Magician_. _Enter_ Magician _with a Bowl._ +I must, and will obtain her, I am ashes else. +Are all the Philters in? Charms, Powders, Roots? + +_Mag_. They are all in; and now I only stay +The invocation of some helping Spirits. + +_Ant_. To your work then, and dispatch. + +_Mag_. Sit still, and fear not. + +_Leu_. I shall ne'r endure these sights. + +_Ant_. Away with the Woman: go wait without. [_Exit._ + +_Leu_. When the Devil's gone, pray call me. + +_Ant_. Be sure you make it powerful enough. + +_Mag_. Pray doubt not-- _He Conjures._ + + +A SONG. + +_Rise from the Shades below, +All you that prove +The helps of looser Love; +Rise and bestow +Upon this Cup, what ever may compel +By powerful Charm, and unresisted Spell, +A Heart un-warm'd to melt in Loves desires. +Distill into this Liquor all your fires: +Heats, longings, tears, +But keep back frozen fears; +That she may know, that has all power defied, +Art is a power that will not be denied._ + +The ANSWER. + +_I Obey, I Obey, +And am come to view the day, +Brought along, all may compel, +All the Earth has, and our Hell: +Here's a little, little Flower, +This will make her sweat an hour, +Then unto such flames arise, +A thousand joys will not suffice. +Here's the powder of the Moon, +With which she caught_ Endymion; +_The powerful tears that_ Venus _cryed, +When the Boy_ Adonis _dyed, +_Here's _Medea'_s Charm, with which_ +Jasons _heart she did bewitch,_ +Omphale _this Spell put in, +When she made the _Libyan_ spin. +This dull root pluckt from _Lethe_ flood, +Purges all pure thoughts, and good. + These I stir thus, round, round, round, + Whilst our light feet beat the ground._ + +_Mag_. Now Sir, 'tis full, and whosoever drinks this +Shall violently doat upon your person, +And never sleep nor eat unsatisfied: +So many hours 'twill work, and work with Violence; +And those expired, 'tis done. You have my art, Sir. + +_Enter Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. See him rewarded liberally--_Leucippe_. +Here, take this bowl, and when she calls for Wine next, +Be sure you give her this, and see her drink it; +Delay no time when she calls next. + +_Leu_. I shall, Sir. + +_Ant_. Let none else touch it on your life. + +_Leu_. I am charg'd, Sir. + +_Ant_. Now if she have an antidote art let her 'scape me. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter Leontius, Lieutenant, Gent._ + +_1 Gent_. There's the door, Lieutenant, if you dare do any thing. + +_Leo_. Here's no man waits. + +_1 Gent_. H' as given a charge that none shall, +Nor none shall come within the hearing of him: +Dare ye go forward? + +_Lieu_. Let me put on my Skull first. +My head's almost beaten into th' pap of an Apple. +Are there no Guns i'th' door? + +_Leo_. The Rogue will do it. +And yet I know he has no Stomach to't. + +_Lieu_. What loop-holes are there when I knock for stones, +For those may pepper me? I can perceive none. + +_Leo_. How he views the Fortification. + +_Lieu_. Farewel Gentlemen, +If I be kill'd-- + +_Leo_. We'll see thee buried bravely. + +_Lieu_. Away, how should I know that then? I'll knock softly. +Pray heaven he speak in a low voice now to comfort me: +I feel I have no heart to't:--Is't well, Gentlemen? +Colonel, my Troop-- + +_Leo_. A little louder. + +_Lieu_. Stay, stay; +Here is a window, I will see, stand wide. +By ---- he's charging of a Gun. + +_Leo_. There's no such matter. +There's no body in this room. + +_Lieu_. O 'twas a fire-shovel: +Now I'll knock louder; if he say who's there? +As sure he has so much manners, then will I answer him +So finely & demurely; my Troop Colonel-- [knocks louder. + +_1 Gent_. Knock louder, Fool, he hears not. + +_Lieu_. You fool, do you. +Do and you dare now. + +_1 Gent_. I do not undertake it. + +_Lieu_. Then hold your peace, and meddle with your own matters. + +_Leo_. Now he will knock. [Knocks louder. + +_Lieu_. Sir, Sir, will't please you hear Sir? +Your Grace, I'll look again, what's that? + +_Leo_. He's there now. +Lord! How he stares! I ne'r yet saw him thus alter'd: +Stand now, and take the Troop. + +_Lieu_. Would I were in't, +And a good horse under me: I must knock again, +The Devil's at my fingers ends: he comes now. +Now Colonel, if I live-- + +_Leo_. The Troop's thine own Boy. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _a Pistol._ + +_Dem_. What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine? + +_Lieu_. Your Father would desire ye, Sir, to come to dinner. + +_Dem_. Thou art no more. + +_Lieu_. Now, now, now, now. + +_Dem_. Poor Coxcomb: +Why do I aim at thee? [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. His fear has kill'd him. + +_Enter Leucippe with a Bowl._ + +_2 Gent_. I protest he's almost stiff: bend him and rub him, +Hold his Nose close, you, if you be a woman, +Help us a little: here's a man near perish'd. + +_Leu_. Alas alas, I have nothing here about me. +Look to my Bowl; I'll run in presently +And fetch some water: bend him, and set him upwards. + +_Leo_. A goodly man-- [_Exit._ +Here's a brave heart: he's warm again: you shall not +Leave us i'th' lurch so, Sirrah. + +_2 Gent_. Now he breaths too. + +_Leo_. If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits. +What's that i'th' Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor, +She would not own it else. + +_1 Gent_. He sees. + +_Leo_. Look up Boy. +And take this Cup, and drink it off; I'll pledge thee. +Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily. + +_2 Gent_. Oh! fear and sorrow's dry; 'tis off-- + +_Leo_. Stand up man. + +_Lieu_. Am I not shot? + +_Leo_. Away with him, and chear him: +Thou hast won thy Troop. + +_Lieu_. I think I won it bravely. + +_Leo_. Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus; +And let me hear an hour hence from ye. +Well, Sir-- [_Exeunt Gent. and Lieu._ + +_Enter Leucippe with water._ + +_Leu_. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman? + +_Leo_. He's up, and gone, Lady. + +_Leu_. Alas, that I came so late. + +_Leo_. He must still thank ye; +Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort. + +_Leu_. That in the Bowl? + +_Leo_. Yes truly, very much comfort, +He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily. + +_Leu_. Did he drink it all? + +_Leo_. All off. + +_Leu_. The Devil choak him; +I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him; +Undone for ever, left he none? + +_Leo_. I think not. + +_Leu_. No, not a drop: what shall become of me now? +Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him: +Undone, undone, undone: stay, I can lye yet +And swear too at a pinch, that's all my comfort. +Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [_Ex._ + +_Enter Demetrius._ + +_Leo_. What a Devil ails the Woman? here comes the Prince again, +With such a sadness on his face, as sorrow, +Sorrow her self but poorly imitates. +Sorrow of Sorrows on that heart that caus'd it. + +_Dem_. Why might she not be false and treacherous to me? +And found so by my Father? she was a Woman, +And many a one of that Sex, young and fair, +As full of faith as she, have fallen, and foully. + +_Leo_. It is a Wench! O that I knew the circumstance. + +_Dem_. Why might not, to preserve me from this ruine, +She having lost her honour, and abused me, +My father change the forms o'th' coins, and execute +His anger on a fault she ne'r committed, +Only to keep me safe? why should I think so? +She never was to me, but all obedience, +Sweetness, and love. + +_Leo_. How heartily he weeps now! +I have not wept this thirty years, and upward; +But now, if I should be hang'd I cannot hold from't +It grieves me to the heart. + +_Dem_. Who's that that mocks me? + +_Leo_. A plague of him that mocks ye: I grieve truly, +Truly, and heartily to see you thus, Sir: +And if it lay in my power, gods are my witness, +Who e'r he be that took your sweet peace from you; +I am not so old yet, nor want I spirit-- + +_Dem_.No more of that, no more _Leontius_, +Revenges are the gods: our part is sufferance: +Farewell, I shall not see thee long. + +_Leo_. Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in't; +Do you hold me faithful? dare you trust your Souldier? +Sweet Prince, the cause? + +_Dem_. I must not, dare not tell it, +And as thou art an honest man, enquire not. + +_Leo_. Will ye be merry then? + +_Dem_. I am wondrous merry. + +_Leo_. 'Tis wondrous well: you think now this becomes ye. +Shame on't, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely; +If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight; +A wooden ass; whine for a Wench? + +_Dem_. Prithee leave me. + +_Leo_. I will not leave ye for a tit. + +_Dem. Leontius?_ + +_Leo_. For that you may have any where for six pence, +And a dear penny-worth too. + +_Dem_. Nay, then you are troublesome. + +_Leo_. Not half so troublesom as you are to your self, Sir; +Was that brave Heart made to pant for a placket: +And now i'th' dog-days too, when nothing dare love! +That noble Mind to melt away and moulder +For a hey nonny, nonny! Would I had a Glass here, +To shew ye what a pretty toy ye are turn'd to. + +_Dem_. My wretched Fortune. + +_Leo_. Will ye but let me know her? +I'll once turn Bawd: go to, they are good mens offices, +And not so contemptible as we take 'em for: +And if she be above ground, and a Woman; +I ask no more; I'll bring her o' my back, Sir, +By this hand I will, and I had as lieve bring the Devil, +I care not who she be, nor where I have her; +And in your arms, or the next Bed deliver her, +Which you think fittest, and when you have danc'd your galliard. + +_Dem_. Away, and fool to them are so affected: +O thou art gone, and all my comfort with thee! +Wilt thou do one thing for me? + +_Leo_. All things i'th' World, Sir, +Of all dangers. + +_Dem_. Swear. + +_Leo_. I will. + +_Dem_. Come near me no more then. + +_Leo_. How? + +_Dem_. Come no more near me: +Thou art a plague-sore to me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. Give you good ev'n Sir; +If you be suffer'd thus, we shall have fine sport. +I will be sorry yet. + +_Enter 2 Gentlemen._ + +_1 Gent_. How now, how does he? + +_Leo_. Nay, if I tell ye, hang me, or any man else +That hath his nineteen wits; he has the bots I think, +He groans, and roars, and kicks. + +_2 Gent_. Will he speak yet? + +_Leo_. Not willingly: +Shortly he will not see a man; if ever +I look'd upon a Prince so metamorphos'd, +So juggl'd into I know not what, shame take me; +This 'tis to be in love. + +_1 Gent_. Is that the cause on't? + +_Leo_. What is it not the cause of but bear-baitings? +And yet it stinks much like it: out upon't; +What giants, and what dwarffs, what owls and apes, +What dogs, and cats it makes us? men that are possest with it, +Live as if they had a Legion of Devils in 'em, +And every Devil of a several nature; +Nothing but Hey-pass, re-pass: where's the _Lieutenant_? +Has he gather'd up the end on's wits again? + +_1 Gent_. He is alive: but you that talk of wonders, +Shew me but such a wonder as he is now. + +_Leo_. Why? he was ever at the worst a wonder. + +_2 Gent_. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir. + +_Leo_. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen +We have such Prodigies? + +_2 Gent_. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters; +He talks now of the King, no other language, +And with the King as he imagines, hourly. +Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King, +Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours. + +_Leo_. Does he not lye i'th' King street too? + +_1 Gent_. He's going thither, +Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages, +Turns all his Proclamations into metre; +Is really in love with the King, most dotingly, +And swears _Adonis_ was a Devil to him: +A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King-- + +_2 Gent_. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King +Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures, +Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour; +And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow? + +_1 Gent_. Will as familiarly kiss the King['s] horses +As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman. + +_Leo_. Why, this is above Ela? +But how comes this? + +_1 Gent_. Nay that's to understand yet, +But thus it is, and this part but the poorest, +'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these. + +_2 Gent_. With sighs as though his heart would break: +Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit. + +_Leo_. I must go see him presently, +For this is such a gig, for certain, Gentlemen, +The Fiend rides on a Fiddle-stick. + +_2 Gent_. I think so. + +_Leo_. Can ye guide me to him for half an hour? I am his +To see the miracle. + +_1 Gent_. We sure shall start him. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter Antigonus and Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. Are you sure she drank it? + +_Leu_. Now must I lye most confidently. +Yes Sir, she has drunk it off. + +_Ant_. How works it with her? + +_Leu_. I see no alteration yet. + +_Ant_. There will be, +For he is the greatest Artist living made it. +Where is she now? + +_Leu_. She is ready to walk out, Sir. + +_Ant_. Stark mad, I know she will be. + +_Leu_. So I hope, Sir. + +_Ant_. She knows not of the Prince? + +_Leu_. Of no man living-- + +_Ant_. How do I look? how do my cloaths become me? +I am not very grey. + +_Leu_. A very youth, Sir, +Upon my maiden-head as smug as _April_: +Heaven bless that sweet face, 'twill undo a thousand; +Many a soft heart must sob yet, e'r that wither, +Your Grace can give content enough. + +_Enter Celia with a Book._ + +_Ant_. I think so. + +_Leu_. Here she comes, Sir. + +_Ant_. How shall I keep her off me? +Go, & perfume the room: make all things ready. [_Ex. Leu._ + +_Cel_. No hope yet of the Prince! no comfort of him! +They keep me mew'd up here, as they mew mad folks, +No company but my afflictions. +This royal Devil again! strange, how he haunts me! +How like a poyson'd potion his eyes fright me! +Has made himself handsome too. + +_Ant_. Do you look now, Lady? +You will leap anon. + +_Cel_. Curl'd and perfum'd? I smell him; +He looks on's legs too, sure he will cut a caper; +God-a-mercy, dear _December_. + +_Ant_. O do you smile now; +I knew it would work with you; come hither pretty one. + +_Cel_. Sir. + +_Ant_. I like those courtesies well; come hither and kiss me. + +_Cel_. I am reading, Sir, of a short Treatise here, +That's call'd the Vanity of Lust: has your Grace seen it? +He says here, that an Old Mans loose desire +Is like the Glow-worms light, the Apes so wonder'd at: +Which when they gather'd sticks, and laid upon't, +And blew, and blew, turn'd tail, and went out presently: +And in another place he calls their loves, +Faint Smells of dying Flowers, carry no comforts; +They're doting, stinking foggs, so thick and muddy, +Reason with all his beams cannot beat through 'em. + +_Ant_. How's this? is this the potion? you but fool still; +I know you love me. + +_Cel_. As you are just and honest; +I know I love and honour you: admire you. + +_Ant_. This makes against me, fearfully against me. + +_Cel_. But as you bring your power to persecute me, +Your traps to catch mine innocence to rob me, +As you lay out your lusts to overwhelm me, +Hell never hated good, as I hate you, Sir; +And I dare tell it to your face: What glory +Now after all your Conquests got, your Titles, +The ever-living memories rais'd to you, +Can my defeat be? my poor wrack, what triumph? +And when you crown your swelling Cups to fortune, +What honourable tongue can sing my story? +Be as your Emblem is, a g[l]orious Lamp +Set on the top of all, to light all perfectly: +Be as your office is, a god-like Justice, +Into all shedding equally your Vertues. + +_Ant_. She has drencht me now; now I admire her goodness; +So young, so nobly strong, I never tasted: +Can nothing in the power of Kings perswade ye? + +_Cel_. No, nor that power command me. + +_Ant_. Say I should force ye? +I have it in my will. + +_Cel_. Your will's a poor one; +And though it be a King's Will, a despised one. +Weaker than Infants legs, your will's in swadling Clouts, +A thousand ways my will has found to check ye; +A thousand doors to 'scape ye, I dare dye, Sir; +As suddenly I dare dye, as you can offer: +Nay, say you had your Will, say you had ravish'd me, +Perform'd your lust, what had you purchas'd by it? +What Honour won? do you know who dwells above, Sir, +And what they have prepar'd for men turn'd Devils? +Did you never hear their thunder? start and tremble, +Death sitting on your bloud, when their fires visit us. +Will nothing wring you then do you think? sit hard here, +And like a Snail curl round about your Conscience, +Biting and stinging: will you not roar too late then? +Then when you shake in horrour of this Villainy, +Then will I rise a Star in Heaven, and scorn ye. + +_Ant_. Lust, how I hate thee now! and love this sweetness! +Will you be my Queen? can that price purchase ye? + +_Cel_. Not all the World, I am a Queen already, +Crown'd by his Love, I must not lose for Fortune; +I can give none away, sell none away, Sir, +Can lend no love, am not mine own Exchequer; +For in anothers heart my hope and peace lies. + +_Ant_. Your fair hands, Lady? for yet I am not pure enough +To touch these Lips, in that sweet Peace ye spoke of. +Live now for ever, and I to serve your Vertues-- + +_Cel_. Why now you show a god! now I kneel to ye; +This Sacrifice of Virgins Joy send to ye: +Thus I hold up my hands to Heaven that touch'd ye, +And pray eternal Blessings dwell about ye. + +_Ant_. Vertue commands the Stars: rise more than Vertue; +Your present comfort shall be now my business. + +_Cel_. All my obedient service wait upon ye. [_Ex. severally._ + + + + +_SCENA VI._ + + +_Enter Leontius, Gentlemen, and Lieutenant._ + +_Leo_. Hast thou clean forgot the Wars? + +_Lieu_. Prithee hold thy peace. + +_1 Gent_. His mind's much elevated now. + +_Leo_. It seems so. +Sirrah. + +_Lieu_. I am so troubled with this Fellow. + +_Leo_. He will call me Rogue anon. + +_1 Gent_. 'Tis ten to one else. + +_Lieu_. O King that thou knew'st I lov'd thee, how I lov'd thee. +And where O King, I barrel up thy beauty. + +_Leo_. He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't. + +_Lieu_. O never, King. + +_Leo_. By this hand, when I consider-- + +_Lieu_. My honest friend, you are a little sawcy. + +_1 Gent_. I told you you would have it. + +_Lieu_. When mine own worth-- + +_Leo_. Is flung into the ballance, and found nothing. + +_Lieu_. And yet a Soldier. + +_Leo_. And yet a sawcy one. + +_Lieu_. One that has followed thee. + +_Leo_. Fair and far off. + +_Lieu_. Fought for thy grace. + +_Leo_. 'Twas for some grief, you lye Sir. + +_Lieu_. He's the son of a whore denies this: will that satisfie ye? + +_Leo_. Yes, very well. + +_Lieu_. Shall then that thing that honours thee? +How miserable a thing soever, yet a thing still; +And though a thing of nothing, thy thing ever. + +_Leo_. Here's a new thing. + +_2 Gent_. He's in a deep dump now. + +_Leo_. I'le fetch him out on't. When's the King's birth-day? + +_Lieu_. When e're it be, that day I'le dye with ringing. +And there's the resolution of a Lover. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. A goodly resolution sure I take it. +He is bewitch'd, or moop'd, or his brains melted, +Could he find no body to fall in love with; but the King, +The good old King, to doat upon him too? +Stay, now I remember, what the fat woman warn'd me, +Bid me remember, and look to him too: +I'le hang if she have not a hand in this: he's conjured, +Goe after him, I pity the poor Rascal, +In the mean time I'le wait occasion +To work upon the Prince. + +_2 Gent_. Pray doe that seriously. [_Ex. severally._ + + + + +_SCENA VII._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Lords._ + +_Lord_. He's very ill. + +_Ant_. I am very sorry for't, +And much ashamed I have wronged her innocence, +_Menippus_, guide her to the Princes lodgings, +There leave her to his love again. + +_Men_. I am glad Sir. + +_Lord_. He will speak to none. + +_Ant_. O I shall break that silence; +Be quick, take fair attendance. + +_Men_. Yes Sir presently. [_Exit._ + +_Ant_. He will find his tongue, I warrant ye; his health too; +I send a physick will not fail. + +_Lord_. Fair work it. + +_Ant_. We hear the Princes mean to visit us +In way of truce. + +_Lord_. 'Tis thought so. + +_Ant_. Come: let's in then, +And think upon the noblest wayes to meet 'em. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA VIII._ + + +_Enter Leontius._ + +_Leo_. There's no way now to get in: all the light stopt too; +Nor can I hear a sound of him, pray Heaven +He use no violence: I think he has more Soul, +Stronger, and I hope nobler: would I could but see once, +This beauty he groans under, or come to know +But any circumstance. What noise is that there? +I think I heard him groan: here are some coming; +A woman too, I'le stand aloof, and view 'em. + +_Enter Menippus, Celia, Lords._ + +_Cel_. Well, some of ye have been to blame in this point, +But I forgive ye: The King might have pickt out too +Some fitter woman to have tri'd his valour. + +_Men_. 'Twas all to the best meant, Lady. + +_Cel_. I must think so, +For how to mend it now: he's here you tell me? + +_Men_. He's Madam, and the joy to see you only +Will draw him out. + +_Leo_. I know that womans tongue, +I think I have seen her face too: I'le goe nearer: +If this be she, he has some cause of sorrow: +'Tis the same face; the same, most excellent woman. + +_Cel_. This should be Lord _Leontius_: I remember him. + +_Leo_. Lady, I think ye know me. + +_Cel_. Speak soft, good Souldier: +I do, and know ye worthy, know ye noble; +Know not me yet openly, as you love me; +But let me see ye again, I'le satisfie ye: +I am wondrous glad to see those eyes. + +_Leo_. You have charged me. + +_Cel_. You shall know where I am. + +_Leo_. I will not off yet: +She goes to knock at's door: This must be she +The fellow told me of: right glad I am on't, +He will bolt now for certain. + +_Cel_. Are ye within Sir? +I'le trouble you no more: I thank your courtesie, +Pray leave me now. + +_All_. _Me_. We rest your humble servants. [_Ex. Me. &c._ + +_Cel_. So now my jives are off: pray Heaven he be here! +Master, my royal Sir: do you hear who calls ye? +Love, my _Demetrius_. + +_Leo_. These are pretty quail-pipes, +The Cock will Crow anon. + +_Cel_. Can ye be drowsie, +When I call at your Window? + +_Leo_. I hear him stirring: +Now he comes wondring out. + +_Enter Demetrius._ + +_Dem_. 'Tis _Celias_ sound sure: +The sweetness of that tongue draws all hearts to it; +There stands the shape too. + +_Le[o]_. How he stares upon her! + +_Dem_. Ha? do mine eyes abuse me? +'Tis she, the living _Celia_: your hand Lady? + +_Cel_. What should this mean? + +_Dem_. The very self same _Celia_. + +_Cel_. How do ye Sir? + +_Dem_. Only turn'd brave. +I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat, +She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier. + +_Cel_. How he surveyes me round? here has been foul play. + +_Dem_. How came she thus? + +_Cel_. It was a kind of death Sir, +I suffered in your absence, mew'd up here, +And kept conceal'd I know not how. + +_Dem_. 'Tis likely: +How came you hither _Celia_? wondrous gallant: +Did my Father send for ye? + +_Cel_. So they told me Sir, +And on command too. + +_Dem_. I hope you were obedient? + +_Cel_. I was so ever. + +_Dem_. And ye were bravely us'd? + +_Cel_. I wanted nothing: +My maiden-head to a mote i'th' Sun, he's jealous: +I must now play the knave with him, though I dye for't, +'Tis in my nature. + +_Dem_. Her very eyes are alter'd: +Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet-- +And what were those came for ye? + +_Cel_. Monstrous jealous: +Have I liv'd at the rate of these scorn'd questions? +They seem'd of good sort, Gentlemen. + +_Dem_. Kind men? + +_Cel_. They were wondrous kind: +I was much beholding to 'em; +There was one _Menippus_ Sir. + +_Dem_. Ha? + +_Cel_. One _Menippus_, +A notable merry Lord, and a good companion. + +_Dem_. And one _Charinthus_ too? + +_Cel_. Yes, there was such a one. + +_Dem_. And _Timon_? + +_Cel_. 'Tis most true. + +_Dem_. And thou most treacherous: +My Fathers bawds by----they never miss course; +And were these daily with ye? + +_Cel_. Every hour Sir. + +_Dem_. And was there not a Lady, a fat Lady? + +_Cel_. O yes; a notable good wench. + +_Dem_. The Devil fetch her. + +_Cel_. 'Tis ev'n the merriest wench-- + +_Dem_. Did she keep with ye too? + +_Cel_. She was all in all; my bed-fellow, eat with me, +Brought me acquainted. + +_Dem_. You are well know[n] here then? + +_Cel_. There is no living here a stranger I think. + +_Dem_. How came ye by this brave gown? + +_Cel_. This is a poor one: +Alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels? +Why, they are the poorest things, to those are sent me, +And sent me hourly too. + +_Dem_. Is there no modestie? +No faith in this fair Sex? + +_Leo_. What will this prove too? +For yet with all my wits, I understand not. + +_Dem_. Come hither; thou art dead indeed, lost, tainted; +All that I left thee fair, and innocent, +Sweet as thy youth, and carrying comfort in't; +All that I hoped for vertuous, is fled from thee, +Turn'd black, and bankrupt. + +_Leo_. 'By'r Lady, this cuts shrewdly. + +_Dem_. Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee; +The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai'd thee; +Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one, +Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis'd one, +And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin; +Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of; +Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces. +Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating. + +_Cel_. You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir; +I did but jest with you. + +_Dem_. Look not upon me, +There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours; +And when they flame, more torments. + +_Cel_. Dare ye trust me? +You durst once even with all you had: your love Sir? +By this fair light I am honest. + +_Dem_. Thou subtle _Circe_, +Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses: +Curse not the day. + +_Cel_. Come, come, you shall not do this: +How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me; +You are not in the field among your Enemies; +Come, I must cool this courage. + +_Dem_. Out thou impudence, +Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee, +I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction, +I pull'd into my heart that sudden poyson, +That now consumes my dear content to cinders: +I am not now _Demetrius_, thou hast chang'd me; +Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang'd me; +Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me; +And where, before I touch'd on this fair ruine, +I was a man, and reason made, and mov'd me, +Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander. + +_Cel_. And as you are noble, do you think I did this? + +_Dem_. Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me. + +_Cel_. I will go from ye, never more to see ye: +I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o're me; +And through the progress of my life hereafter; +Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man, +One that ne're knew the worth of polish'd vertue; +A base suspecter of a virgins honour, +A child that flings away the wealth he cri'd for, +Him will I call _Demetrius_: that fool _Demetrius_, +That mad man a _Demetrius_; and that false man, +The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince _Demetrius_. +You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye, +Petition for my peace; let those that feel here +The weight of evil, wait for such a favour, +I am above your hate, as far above it, +In all the actions of an innocent life, +As the pure Stars are from the muddy meteors, +Cry when you know your folly: howl and curse then, +Beat that unmanly breast, that holds a false heart +When ye shall come to know, whom ye have flung from ye. + +_Dem_. Pray ye stay a little. + +_Cel_. Not your hopes can alter me. +Then let a thousand black thoughts muster in ye, +And with those enter in a thousand doatings; +Those eyes be never shut, but drop to nothing: +My innocence for ever haunt and fright ye: +Those arms together grow in folds; that tongue, +That bold bad tongue that barks out these disgraces. +When you shall come to know how nobly vertuous +I have preserv'd my life, rot, rot within ye. + +_Dem_. What shall I doe? + +_Cel_. Live a lost man for ever. +Go ask your Fathers conscience what I suffered, +And through what seas of hazards I sayl'd through: +Mine honour still advanced in spight of tempests, +Then take your leave of love; and confess freely, +You were never worthy of this heart that serv'd ye, +And so farewel ungratefull-- [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. Is she gone? + +_Leo_. I'le follow her, and will find out this matter.-- [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Lords. + +_Ant_. Are ye pleas'd now? have you got your heart again? +Have I restor'd ye that? + +_Dem_. Sir even for Heaven sake, +And sacred truth sake, tell me how ye found her. + +_Ant_. I will, and in few words. Before I tri'd her, +'Tis true, I thought her most unfit your fellowship, +And fear'd her too: which fear begot that story +I told ye first: but since, like gold I toucht her. + +_Dem_. And how dear Sir? + +_Ant_. Heavens holy light's not purer: +The constancy and goodness of all women +That ever liv'd, to win the names of worthy, +This noble Maid has doubled in her: honour, +All promises of wealth, all art to win her, +And by all tongues imploy'd, wrought as much on her +As one may doe upon the Sun at noon day +By lighting Candles up: her shape is heavenly, +And to that heavenly shape her thoughts are angels. + +_Dem_. Why did you tell me Sir? + +_Ant_. 'Tis true, I err'd in't: +But since I made a full proof of her vertue, +I find a King too poor a servant for her. +Love her, and honour her; in all observe her. +She must be something more than time yet tells her: +And certain I believe him b[l]est, enjoyes her: +I would not lose the hope of such a Daughter, +To adde another Empire to my honour.-- [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. O wretched state! to what end shall I turn me? +And where begins my penance? now, what service +Will win her love again? my death must doe it: +And if that sacrifice can purge my follies, +Be pleas'd, O mightie Love, I dye thy servant-- [_Exit._ + + + + +_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Leontius, _and_ Celia. + +_Leo_. I know he do's not deserve ye; h'as us'd you poorly: +And to redeem himself-- + +_Cel_. Redeem? + +_Leo_. I know it-- +There's no way left. + +_Cel_. For Heavens sake do not name him, +Do not think on him Sir, he's so far from me +In all my thoughts now, methinks I never knew him. + +_Leo_. But yet I would see him again. + +_Cel_. No, never, never. + +_Leo_. I do not mean to lend him any comfort; +But to afflict him, so to torture him; +That even his very Soul may shake within him: +To make him know, though he be great and powerfull, +'Tis not within his aim to deal dishonourably, +And carry it off; and with a maid of your sort. + +_Cel_. I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him; +Now, now, I could whet my anger at him; +Now arm'd with bitterness, I could shoot through him; +I long to vex him. + +_Leo_. And doe it home, and bravely. + +_Cel_. Were I a man! + +_Leo_. I'le help that weakness in ye: +I honour ye, and serve ye. + +_Cel_. Not only to disclaim me, +When he had seal'd his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me, +And poor believing I became his servant: +But most maliciously to brand my credit, +Stain my pure name. + +_Leo_. I would not suffer it: +See him I would again, and to his teeth too: +Od's precious, I would ring him such a lesson-- + +_Cel_. I have done that already. + +_Leo_. Nothing, nothing: +It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time +He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it. +That, and your urg'd on anger to the highest, +Why, 'twill be such a stroak-- + +_Cel_. Say he repent then, +And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman; +A woman that have lov'd him, Sir, have honour'd him: +I am no more. + +_Leo_. Why, you may deal thereafter. + +_Cel_. If I forgive him, I am lost. + +_Leo_. Hold there then, +The sport will be to what a poor submission-- +But keep you strong. + +_Cel_. I would not see him. + +_Leo_. Yes, +You shall Ring his knell. + +_Cel_. How if I kill him? + +_Leo_. Kill him? why, let him dye. + +_Cel_. I know 'tis fit so. +But why should I that lov'd him once, destroy him? +O had he scap't this sin, what a brave Gentleman-- + +_Leo_. I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler, +A handsomer, the whole world had not show'd ye: +And to his making such a mind-- + +_Cel_. 'Tis certain: +But all this I must now forget. + +_Leo_. You shall not +If I have any art: goe up sweet Lady, +And trust my truth. + +_Cel_. But good Sir bring him not. + +_Leo_. I would not for the honour ye are born to, +But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him. + +_Cel_. You will be near me then. + +_Leo_. I will be with ye; +Yet there's some hope to stop this gap, I'le work hard. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent. Lieutenant, and Lords._ + +_Ant_. But is it possible this fellow took it? + +_2 Gent_. It seems so by the violence it wrought with, +Yet now the fits ev'n off. + +_Men_. I beseech your Grace. + +_Ant_. Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart, +And am right glad she drank it not her self, +And more glad that the vertuous maid escap't it, +I would not for the world 'thad hit: but that this Souldier, +Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit; +Can he make rimes too? + +_2 Gent_. H'as made a thousand Sir, +And plaies the burthen to 'em on a Jews-trump, + +_Ant_. He looks as though he were bepist: do you love me Sir? + +_Lieu_. Yes surely even with all my heart. + +_Ant_. I thank ye; +I am glad I have so good a subject: but pray ye tell me, +How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter? + +_Lieu_. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier +That your grace owes just half a years pay to. + +_Ant_. Well remembred; +And did I seem so young and amiable to ye? + +_Lieu_. Methought you were the sweetest youth-- + +_Ant_. That's excellent. + +_Lieu_. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye, +I wished, and wished-- + +_Ant_. What didst thou wish prethee? + +_Lieu_. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye, +A handsom wench Sir. + +_Ant_. Why? God a Mercy Souldier: +I seem not so now to thee. + +_Lieu_. Not all out: +And yet I have a grudging to your grace still. + +_Ant_. Thou wast never in love before? + +_Lieu_. Not with a King, +And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir, +I have had such plunges, and such bickrings, +And as it were such runnings atilt within me, +For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye. + +_Ant_. God a-mercy still. + +_Lieu_. I had it with a vengeance, +It plaid his prize. + +_Ant_. I would not have been a wench then, +Though of this age. + +_Lieu_. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye. + +_Ant_. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers +That e're I saw--wilt have another potion? + +_Lieu_. If you will be another thing, have at ye. + +_Ant_. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier, +Do bravely, I'le love thee as much. + +_Lieu_. I thank ye; +But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye: +I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge. + +_2 Gent_. That's certain Sir; +Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye, +Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase; +Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd; +Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this, +Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet. + +_Ant_. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd; +And sirrah, for this potion you have taken, +I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on. + +_Men_. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk. + +_Lieu_. I hope so. + +_Ant_. Are the Princes come to th' Court? + +_Men_. They are all, and lodg'd Sir. + +_Ant_. Come then, make ready for their entertainment, +Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir. + +_Lieu_. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter Demetrius, and Leontius. + +_Dem_. Let me but see her, dear _Leontius_; +Let me but dye before her. + +_Leo_. Would that would doe it: +If I knew where she lay now, with what honestie, +You having flung so main a mischief on her, +And on so innocent and sweet a Beauty, +Dare I present your visit? + +_Dem_. I'le repent all: +And with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow, +That ever Lover made. + +_Leo_. 'Twill be too late Sir: +I know not what will become of you. + +_Dem_. You can help me. + +_Leo_. It may be to her sight: what are you nearer? +She has sworn she will not speak to ye, look upon ye, +And to love ye again, O she cries out, and thunders, +She had rather love--there is no hope-- + +_Dem_. Yes _Leontius_, +There is a hope, which though it draw no love to it, +At least will draw her to lament my fortune, +And that hope shall relieve me. + +_Leo_. Hark ye Sir, hark ye: +Say I should bring ye-- + +_Dem_. Do [not] trifle with me? + +_Leo_. I will not trifle; both together bring ye, +You know the wrongs ye' done. + +_Dem_. I do confess 'em. + +_Leo_. And if you should then jump into your fury, +And have another querk in your head. + +_Dem_. I'le dye first. + +_Leo_. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain, +The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse. + +_Dem_. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance. + +_Leo_. You must look wondrous sad too. + +_Dem_. I need not look so, +I am truly sadness self. + +_Leo_. That look will do it: +Stay here, I'le bring her to you instantly: +But take heed how you bear your self: sit down there, +The more humble you are, the more she'l take compassion. +Women are per'lous thing[s] to deal upon. [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. What shall become of me? to curse my fortune, +Were but to curse my Father; that's too impious; +But under whatsoever fate I suffer, +Bless I beseech thee heaven her harmless goodness. + +_Enter Leontius, and Celia._ + +_Leo_. Now arm your self. + +_Cel_. You have not brought him? + +_Leo_. Yes faith, +And there he is: you see in what poor plight too, +Now you may doe your will, kill him, or save him. + +_Cel_. I will goe back. + +_Leo_. I will be hang'd then Lady, +Are ye a coward now? + +_Cel_. I cannot speak to him. + +_Dem_. O me. + +_Leo_. There was a sigh to blow a Church down; +So, now their eyes are fixt, the small shot playes, +They will come to th' batterie anon. + +_Cel_. He weeps extreamly. + +_Leo_. Rail at him now. + +_Cel_. I dare not. + +_Leo_. I am glad on't. + +_Cel_. Nor dare believe his tears. + +_Dem_. You may, blest beauty, +For those thick streams that troubled my repentance, +Are crept out long agoe. + +_Leo_. You see how he looks. + +_Cel_. What have I to doe how he looks? how lookt he then, +When with a poisoned tooth he bit mine honour? +It was your counsel too, to scorn and slight him. + +_Leo_. I, if ye saw fit cause; and you confest too, +Except this sin, he was the bravest Gentleman, +The sweetest, noblest: I take nothing from ye, +Nor from your anger; use him as you please: +For to say truth, he has deserved your justice; +But still consider what he has been to you. + +_Cel_. Pray do not blind me thus. + +_Dem_. O Gentle Mistris, +If there were any way to expiate +A sin so great as mine, by intercession, +By prayers, by daily tears, by dying for ye: +O what a joy would close these eyes that love ye. + +_Leo_. They say women have tender hearts, I know not, +I am sure mine melts. + +_Cel_. Sir, I forgive ye heartily, +And all your wrong to me I cast behind me, +And wish ye a fit beauty to your vertues: +Mine is too poor, in peace I part thus from you; +I must look back: gods keep your grace: he's here still. [_Ex._ + +_Dem_. She has forgiven me. + +_Leo_. She has directed ye: +Up, up, and follow like a man: away Sir, +She lookt behind her twice: her heart dwells here Sir, +Ye drew tears from her too: she cannot freeze thus; +The door's set open too, are ye a man? +Are ye alive? do ye understand her meaning? +Have ye bloud and spirit in ye? + +_Dem_. I dare not trouble her. + +_Leo_. Nay, and you will be nip't i'th' head with nothing, +Walk whining up and down; I dare not, I cannot: +Strike now or never: faint heart, you know what Sir-- +Be govern'd by your fear, and quench your fire out. +A Devil on't, stands this door ope for nothing? +So get ye together, and be naught: now to secure all, +Will I go fetch out a more soveraign plaister. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentlemen, +Lords._ + +_Ant_. This peace is fairly made. + +_Seleu_. Would your Grace wish us +To put in more: take what you please, we yield it; +The honour done us by your son constrains it, +Your noble son. + +_Ant_. It is sufficient, Princes; +And now we are one again, one mind, one body, +And one sword shall strike for us. + +_Lys_. Let Prince _Demetrius_ +But lead us on: for we are his vowed servants; +Against the strength of all the world we'l buckle. + +_Ptol_. And even from all that strength we'l catch at victory. + +_Sel_. O had I now recover'd but the fortune +I lost in _Antioch_, when mine Unckle perish'd; +But that were but to surfeit me with blessings. + +_Lys_. You lost a sweet child there. + +_Sel_. Name it no more Sir; +This is no time to entertain such sorrows; +Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince, +And wait upon him? + +_Enter Leon._ + +_Ant_. I wonder he stayes from us: +How now _Leontius_, where's my son? + +_Sel_. Brave Captain. + +_Lys_. Old valiant Sir. + +_Leo_. Your Graces are welcom: +Your son and't please you Sir, is new cashiered yonder, +Cast from his Mistris favour: and such a coil there is; +Such fending, and such proving; she stands off, +And will by no means yield to composition: +He offers any price; his body to her. + +_Sel_. She is a hard Lady, denies that caution. + +_Leo_. And now they whine, and now they rave: faith Princes, +'Twere a good point of charity to piece 'em; +For less than such a power will doe just nothing: +And if you mean to see him, there it must be, +For there will he grow, till he be transplanted. + +_Sel_. Beseech your grace, let's wait upon you thither, +That I may see that beauty dares deny him, +That scornfull beauty. + +_Ptol_. I should think it worse now; +Ill brought up beauty. + +_Ant_. She has too much reason for't; +Which with too great a grief, I shame to think of, +But we'll go see this game. + +_Lys_. Rather this wonder. + +_Ant_. Be you our guide _Leontius_, here's a new peace. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter Demetrius and Celia._ + +_Cel_. Thus far you shall perswade me, still to honour ye, +Still to live with ye, Sir, or near about ye; +For not to lye, you have my first and last love: +But since you have conceiv'd an evil against me, +An evil that so much concerns your honour, +That honour aim'd by all at for a pattern: +And though there be a false thought, and confest too, +And much repentance faln in showrs to purge it; +Yet, whilest that great respect I ever bore ye, +Dwells in my bloud, and in my heart that duty; +Had it but been a dream, I must not touch ye. + +_Dem_. O you will make some other happy? + +_Cel_. Never, +Upon this hand I'le seal that faith. + +_Dem_. We may kiss, +Put not those out o'th' peace too. + +_Cel_. Those I'le give ye, +So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your _ne ultra_, +I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye, +Be your poor Mistris still: in truth I love ye. + +_Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Lieutenant, +and Gentleman._ + +_Dem_. Stay, who are these? + +_Lys_. A very handsom Lady. + +_Leo_. As e're you saw. + +_Sel_. Pity her heart's so cruel. + +_Lys_. How does your Grace? he stands still, will not hear us. + +_Ptol_. We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes. + +_Lys_. He bows a little now; he's strangely alter'd. + +_Sel_. Ha? pray ye a word _Leontius_, pray ye a word with ye, +_Lysimachus_? you bo'th knew mine _Enanthe_, +I lost in _Antioch_, when the Town was taken, +Mine Uncle slain, _Antigonus_ had the sack on't? + +_Lys_. Yes, I remember well the Girl. + +_Sel_. Methinks now +That face is wondrous like her: I have her picture, +The same, but more years on her; the very same. + +_Lys_. A Cherry to a Chery is not liker. + +_Sel_. Look on her eyes. + +_Leo_. Most certain she is like her: +Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir, +And I hope who will more. + +_Ant_. What's that ye look at, Pr[in]ces? + +_Sel_. This Picture, and that Lady, Sir. + +_Ant_. Ha! they are near: +They only err in time. + +_Lys_. Did you mark that blush there? +That came the nearest. + +_Sel_. I must speak to her. + +_Leo_. You'll quickly be resolved. + +_Sel_. Your name sweet Lady? + +_Cel_. _Enanthe_, Sir: and this to beg your blessing. + +_Sel_. Do you know me? + +_Cel_. If you be the King _Seleucus_, +I know you are my Father. + +_Sel_. Peace a little, +Where did I lose ye? + +_Cel_. At the Sack of _Antioch_, +Where my good Unckle di'd, and I was taken, +By a mean Souldier taken: by this Prince, +This noble Prince, redeem'd from him again, +Where ever since I have remain'd his Servant. + +_Sel_. My joys are now too full: welcome _Enanthe_, +Mine own, my dearest, and my best _Enanthe_. + +_Dem_. And mine too desperate. + +_Sel_. You shall not think so, +This is a peace indeed. + +_Ant_. I hope it shall be, +And ask it first. + +_Cel_. Most Royal Sir, ye have it. + +_Dem_. I once more beg it thus. + +_Sel_. You must not be deny'd, Sir. + +_Cel_. By me, I am sure he must not: sure he shall not; +Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it; +And from this hour, no envious spight e're part us. + +_All_. The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye. + +_Dem_. My new _Enanthe_. + +_Ant_. Come, beat all the Drums up, +And all the noble instruments of War: +Let 'em fill all the Kingdom with their sound, +And those the brazen Arch of Heaven break through, +While to the Temple we conduct these two. + +_Leo_. May they be ever loving, ever young, +And ever worthy of those lines they sprung; +May their fair issues walk with time along. + +_Lieu_. And hang a Coward now; and there's my song. [_Exeunt._ + + * * * * * + + + + +Prologue. + + _Would some man would instruct me what to say + For this same Prologue, usual to a Play, + Is tied to such an old form of Petition; + Men must say nothing now beyond commission: + The Cloaks we wear, the Leggs we make, the place + We stand in, must be one; and one the face. + Nor alter'd nor exceeded; if it be, + A general hisse hangs on our levitie: + We have a Play, a new Play to play now, + And thus low in our Playes behalf we bow; + We bow to beg your suffrage, and kind ear; + If it were naught, or that it might appear, + A thing buoy'd up by prayer, Gentlemen, + Believe my faith, you should not see me then. + Let them speak then have power to stop a storm: + I never lov'd to feel a House so warm: + But for the Play if you dare credit me, + I think it well: All new things you shall see, + And these disposed to all the mirth that may; + And short enough we hope: and such a Play + You were wont to like: sit nobly then, and see: + If it miscarry, pray look not for me._ + + * * * * * + + + + +Epilogue, +Spoke by the _Lieutenant_. + + _I am not cur'd yet throughly; for believe + I feel another passion that may grieve, + All over me I feel it too: and now + It takes me cold, cold, cold, I know not how: + As you are good men help me, a Carowse + May make me love you all, all here i'th' house, + And all that come to see me doatingly; + Now lend your hands; and for your courtesie, + The next imployment I am sent upon, + I'le swear you are Physicians, the War's none._ + + + + +THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT. + +(A) The First Folio. +(B) The Second Folio. +(C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. + +This MS. is a beautiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound +in vellum, with gilt lines and a gilt design on the cover. The following +particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:-- + +'K. Digby Margrit +This Manuscript belonged to the celebrated +Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter +(one of the daughters & co-heiresses of his eldest +son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq're +of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter +& coheiress to Richard Williams Esq., my Great Grandfather. +Thro' this connection of my family with +that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books +& Manuscripts have come into my possession. +Wm W.E. Wynne. +given by W.W.E. Wynne Esqre to me +W. Ormsby Gore +April 8. 1837.' + +The title-page is as follows:-- + +'Demetrius +and +Enanthe, +a pleasant Comedie +written by +John Fletcher gent.' + + +Surrounding the title are rough decorations drawn in ink in the form of +corkscrew scrolls. + +The following dedication is written on the leaf following the +title-page:-- + +To the honorable +Sir +Kelham Digbie +Knight. + +Worthie Sir. + +I know, that to a Man of your religious Inclination, a devine Argument +would have byn much more Wellcom; And such a one (good Sir) have I upon +the Anvile for you, but it requires some-what a more Consolatorie time to +fashion it: Being therefore by the Wise-mans rule (That sales there is a +time for all thinges) encouraged, I hope it will not be much in-oportune, +after a Season so sad, to present you with a Matter Recreative. Well +knowing, that you that know well how to bestow all your howers, will (in +yo'r release from higher Studies) not think a litle peece of time lost, in +casting, upon this Comedie, yo'r Smile, and upon him, that (in all dutie) +submits it to yo'r generous Acceptaunce, your Noble Favo'r, as upon one +that shall still rejoyce to be esteemed + Your Commaunded Beades-man + Ralph Crane. +Novemb. 27. 1625. + + +p. 281, +Omitted in C. Also omitted in A save the title, The Humourous Lieutenant. +l. 34. B _misprints_] Evanthe. + +p. 282, +l. 2. C] 2 Gent. Ushers, & Servants with. +l. 3. C _omits_] quick. +l. 6. C] 'pray ye tell. +l. 7. C] Mornings. +l. 8. C _omits_] Lord. + C] you should live. +l. 11. C] are off the. + A] are of the. +l. 12. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 13. C _adds_] + (make all things perfect) would you have theis Ladies, + they that come here to see the Show, theis Beuties (Enter 2. or + that have byn labouring to sett-off their Sweetnes, (3. Ladies + and washed, and curld; perfum'd, and taken Glisters, + for feare a flaw of wind might over-take 'em, + loose theis, and all theire expectations? +l. 19. C] eie. +l. 20. C] and where. +l. 22. C] shall survey their. +l. 26. C] Enter divers Cittizens, & their wives. +ll. 28 and 29. C _gives these 2 ll. simply to_ Citt. +l. 36. _Omitted in_ C. + A] was as like. + +p. 283, +ll. 1 and 2. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 6. C] he is. +l. 7. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 9. C] Enter Celia, (in poore attire). +l. 13. C] are lost too. +l. 14. C] mine eies. +l. 16. C] dores. +l. 22. C _omits_] Death. +l. 24. C _omits_] a Devil...mine honestie? _and adds_] + +Cel. I crave your mercy: I meant no such thing to ye: +but if ye were a Gentleman: + +2. alas (poore woman:) +'pray doe not thrust her soe: + +Cel. nay: even continue: +and doe not let your Office fall (Sir) I beseech ye: +for want of Indiscretion, and ill-manners; +you would have made a notable sturdy Beadle: + +1. She must goe out: + +Cel. I am out already (Sir) +out of my witts, you say: 'pray heaven it prove not; +if this fell ffitt afflict me. + +l. 29. C] Agent for the. +l. 32. C] + +of Gentleman +and did forgive that hereditary folly +belongs to your Place: but now, etc. + +l. 37. C _omits_] one. + +p. 284, +l. 8. C] in Gibbitts. +l. 9. C] par'lous. +l. 14. C] Showes are past ye. A] shews are past. +l. 18. C] merry, (Sir). +l. 23. C] you deare (Sir). +l. 32. C. _gives the first three words to_ 1 Ush. +l. 33. C] Antigonus: and his Traine. + +p. 285, +l. 2. C's _stage direction reads_ Enter ye Embassadors. from + Seleucus, Lysimachus, & Ptolomey: +l. 7. C] Greivances? _and omits_ l. 8. +ll. 13 and 14. C _prints_ (not like...open Enemie) + _after_ ye' have hedg'd in _and omits_ as. +l. 17. C] bloody Roades. +l. 18. C _adds_] + +2. Emb. We therefore, +as yet the ministers of Peace, of ffriendship, +as yet our MASTERS Swords, and Angers sleeping, +all former Injuries forgot, and buried, +as yet to stop that swelling tide of Blood, +(O mightie Sir) that when it comes, like Tempests +broke from the raging North, beates all before 'em. +We yet crave restitution of those Lands, +those Citties sackd*, those PRISONERS, and that PREY, +the Soldiers, by your will, stands Master of; +Thinck, etc. + +l. 19. B] love great, Sir. +l. 20. C] you late held. A] hold. +l. 31. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 32. C _adds_] + +or War, (though rather +I could afford your Age, so much discretion +to leave off brawling now);* The Wars are doubtfull, +and on Our Horsemens Staves, Death lookes as grimly +as on your keene-edgd Swords: Our darts sure pointed, +and from Our sinowye Bowes, we can raise showres +of bloody Shaffts, shall hide the face of heaven, +and cast as deepe Ecclipzes ore the day, +and terrible, as yours: Our Strengthes are equall; +Our hopes, as high, and wanton: Even our _Men_ +the same in Labours, and in Sufferance: +Hunger they dare contemne, as well as yours, +and where they find no Meate, feed on their Angers, +march on the edge of danger; Rest and Sleepe, +(the soules of soft, and tender Bodies) they +shake off, as well as yours: And when tyrde Nature +locks up their Spiritts, yet like Stormes, farr off, +even in their Rest, they raise a warlike Murmurr, +we come prepard for either. {Enter Prince Demetrius + {from hunting: attended + {wth yong Gentlemen. + +l. 35. C] trembles. +l. 36. C] It's He. + +p. 286, +l. 6. A _gives_ Gent _to the end of this line, not to line 5_. +l. 11. C] MASTERS lives. +l. 18. _A comma has been added at end of line_. +l. 25. C] now a god speakes. A] Now 'a speakes. +l. 35. A and C] at his best. +l. 40. C] MUNITION: Or must. + +p. 287, +l. 3. C] must they. +l. 4. A] same field. +l. 6. C] their desires. +l. 9. A] mortall thinge. +l. 18. C] it's. +l. 19. A and C] make. +l. 20. C] 'pray _and so throughout_. +l. 22. C] 'pray ye. +l. 25. C] to 'ye. +l. 29. C] 'pre-thee _and so throughout_. +l. 37. C _omits_] Madam, my service-- +l. 38. A] and 't. +ll. 39 and 40. C _omits_] 2. + +p. 288, +l. 1. A _gives this line to_ Cel. +l. 6. C] ffare ye well. +l. 13. C _omits_] 3. +l. 14. C _omits_] yet. +l. 18. C] answeares. +l. 25. C] 1. Emb. +l. 31. C _omits_] Gentlemen. +l. 34. C] beg that. +l. 36. C] growne weake, and old. + +p. 289, +l. 1. B] yer. +l. 5. C] teach me. +l. 11. C] O blesse. +l. 22. C _omits_] 2. +l. 26. C _omits_] now. +l. 29. A] thinkes. +l. 36. A and C] a wing. + +p. 290, +l. 6. B] ned. +l. 7. C] beleeve't. +l. 27. C] a wanton. + ll. 28, 29 and 30. C] + +Ant. did not you mark a Woman my Sonne risse to? +Gent. I saw her Sir +Ant. doe you know her? +Gent, noe; beleeve't, Sir: + +ll. 28-36. A] + +_Ant_. She must be known & suddenly; when you have done +Come in and take your leave sir, and some few +Prayers along. + +_Ant_. [sic] Do ye know her? + +_Gent. Char_. No, beleeve sir. + +_Ant_. Did you observe her _Tymon_? + +_Tym_. I look'd on her, +But what she is-- + +_Ant_. I must have that found. + +_Tym_. Well sir + +ll. 35 and 36. C] + +Tim. well Sir: +Ant. When you have done come in, and take your leave Sir, +some fewe praires along.--Ext. + +p. 291. +C _omits_ l. 9. +l. 11. C] see her. +l. 16. C _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 21. C] Coronall. +l. 26. A] Th'allarums. C] the Allarums of soft vowes, and fightes + and fidle-fadles. +l. 31. C] Enter y'e Leiuetenant. +l. 35. C] hath serv'd. +l. 36. C] and trayld a. +l. 37. C] so honorbled. + +p. 292, +l. 18. C] 'not a pangue. +l. 20. C] should be all. +l. 29. C] that hath. +l. 30. C] hath taken. +l. 38. C] stay us. + +p. 293, +l. 9. C] noe 'beleeve' Sir. +l. 18. C _omits_] Sir. +l. 39. C] unles 'twas. + +p. 294, +l. 4. C] y'ar. +l. 38. C _adds stage direction_] Droms beate. + +p. 295, +l. 14. C _adds stage direction_] Droms agen. +l. 16. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 18. C] fye on. +l. 29. C _adds_] Exeunt severally. +l. 31. C] and Timon. + +p. 296, ll. 2-4. C _adds_] + +should never be imploid; how are you certaine +she is a stranger? + +Tim. being so yong, and handsome, +and not made privy to your Graces pleasures +for I presume under your gracious favo'r +you have not yet (Sir.) + +Ant. what (Sir?) + +Tim. as they say (Sir) +made any salley on her, or delighted +your roiall body; + +Ant. you prate like a coxcombe. + +Tim. sure I thinck I doe (Sir) But (howsoever) +I speake with in my compasse; in theis matters +that concerne partie, and partie, and no farther, +that reach but to the meere instruction +and garnishing of youth: + +Ant. you'll hold your prating? + +Tim. I know not: for theis twentie yeares, I am sure on't, +(I thinck theis five and twenty) I have serv'd ye, +and serv'd ye with as good, and gratious pleasure, +like a true Subject, ever cautulous +that nothing you receivd from me, to sport ye, +but should endure all tests, and all translations: +I thinck I have don soe: and I thinck I have fitted yee: +and if a coxcomb can doe theis things handsomer: + +Ant. Wellcom _Minippus_. {Enter _Minippus_. + +l. 27. C] confident. +l. 30. C _gives this line to_ Car. +l. 31. C] there's, + +p. 297, +l. 1. B] groose. +l. 7. C] Enter Demetrius, and Leontius. +l. 30. C] I live to know. +l. 36. C] sure if. + +p. 298, +l. 4. C] hang out. +l. 7. C] as your. +l. 8. C] that know. +ll. 10 and 11. C _transposes these two_ ll. +l. 12. C] hath sent. +l. 17. C] I see ye. +l. 29. C] 'pray ye doe. +l. 35. C] designes it. + +p. 299, +l. 2. C] we are mawld. +l. 8. C] so thrashd. +l. 11. C] on my...about. +l. 14. C] Coronall _and so throughout, with variations of spelling_. +l. 18. C] over. +l. 30. A _by mistake gives this line to_ Leo. C. _omits_ l. 31. +l. 33. C] in peeces. +l. 36. C] he hath. +l. 37. C] Julipps. +l. 38. C _gives this line to_ Dem. +l. 39. C] noe: noe: hang him. + +p. 300, +l. 5. C] dampnable. +l. 13. C _adds_] Exit. +l. 21. C _omits this line and gives the following line to_ Leo. +l. 24. C] Enter Leucippe, and her Maides, writing. +l. 25. C] Mariane. +l. 35. C] peevish, very peevish. +l. 36. C] and the. + +p. 301, +l. 1. C _adds stage direction_] she turnes over a Booke. +l. 19. C] those. +l. 33. C] The Chamber next to th' Parck. +l. 34. C] 2. Maid. +l. 35. A and C] bid. +l. 37. C] besides, she is. A] beside. +l. 39. C _omits one_ Thisbee. A _misprints it_ This. + +p. 302, +l. 8. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 9. C] follow your. +l. 11. _adds stage direction_] she turnes over y'e Booke. +l. 19. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 22. A] and 't. +l. 28. C] come heather. +l. 33. C] your helpe. +l. 38. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 39. C] Maid. + +p. 3O3, +l. 1. C _for_ Phe _reads_ Girle. +l. 3. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 5. C _puts_ I'll...action _in parentheses_. +l. 7. C] Who's that there? _and omits stage direction._ +l. 10. B] Menippe. +l. 12. C] if you were. +l. 14. C] o' th'. +l. 32. C] thou wert. + +p. 304, +l. 8. C] will yet work, without Barme (boy). +l. 12. C] Enter Antigonus, and a Soldier; wth Attendants. +l. 18. C] 'faith. A] discretion. +l. 20. C] and ye Leiutenant. +l. 22. A] _Lord Men_. A and B] Grace--s. +l. 27. C] backs. +l. 29. C] by heaven. + +p. 305, +l. 11. A] say truth. +l. 25. C] 'chaunce. +l. 30. C _omits this line_. +l. 35. C] but I. + +p. 306, +l. 5. C] and would. +l. 18. C] a joyfull showt. Enter Gentlemen. +l. 19. C] He doth. +l. 20. B] top? +l. 28. C] Gent. +l. 34. A and C] for heaven sake. +l. 39. C] all take. + +p. 307, +l. 3. C] stood then before. +l. 11. C] that ye. +l. 14. C] I give. +l. 15. C _omits this line_. +l. 20. C] if 'twer. +l. 22. C] ev'n...ev'n that pure blessing. +l. 25. C] still (Sir?). +l. 28. C] Gent. +l. 31. C _gives this line to_ Gent. +l. 35. C] 'mercie upon ye. +l. 36. C] ayle ye? 'pray doe. A] ayle ye...'death. +l. 40. C] did ye. + +p. 308, +ll. 1 and 2. C] 'beate...'beate. +l. 3. A and C] has. +l. 9. C] strake. +l. 10. C] dost not thou. +l. 12. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and the next only to_ Dem. +l. 17. C] 'has beat. A] h'as. +l. 19. C _omits this line_. +l. 35. C] now ye. + +p. 309, +l. 12. C] where 't please you, as ye march. +l. 15. C] and there. +l. 28. C] a goodly company. +l. 34. C] your musty whore; you Rogue. + +p. 310, +l. 1. C] by this good light I'll. +l. 2. C] 'strange. +l. 3. C] have that. +l. 5. C] out upon thee. +l. 16. C] and Hostisse. +l. 27. C] there is. +l. 32. C] blesse him. +l. 38. C] o'th'. + +p. 311, +l. 8. C] heaven knowes, the. +l. 21. C] Minippus _and so throughout_. +l. 34. C] an hundred. +l. 37. C _omits_] on. + +p. 312, +l. 13. C] her be more. +l. 17. C] and Hostesse _and so throughout_. +l. 18. C] from whence. +l. 21. C] you knew. +l. 27. C] doth it. + +p. 313, +l. 1. C] a Trap. +l. 3. C] how I begin to sweatt now? +l. 7. C] out upon it. +l. 8. C] 'twas. +ll. 26-28 _are not in_ C. +l. 29. C] I dare not cursse him? +ll. 31-34 _are not in_ C. +l. 37. C] in the' ie (Lady). +l. 40 _is not in_ C. + +p. 314, +l. 1 _is not in_ C. +l. 14. C] beshrew thy hart, why. +ll. 18 and 19. C] + +his angry will, if ere he come to know this +as he shall. + +l. 21. C] too sencibly. +ll. 22 and 23. C] + +no stale Stuff, for your money-Marts; that sent it? +who dares...dar'st. + +l. 34. C] how doth he? +l. 35. C] oh, my head: my head. + +p. 315, l. 1. A] did a'. +l. 21 _is not in_ C, _but see below_. +l. 23. C] + +Hos. you'll find I said soe: +I say it must be: the more my greif (heaven knowes) +I hope etc. + +l. 25. C] art' sure. +l. 27. C] (she is mightie crafty. A] peilous crafty. +l. 33. C] whilst the. + +p. 316, +l. 3. C] + +(now the devill's in her) +he's etc. + +l. 13. C] Leontius running after him: Drums within. +l. 23. A and C] doe but make. +l. 28. C] 'faith. +l. 31. C] art' not thou he? +l. 37. C] ye' have found the cause on't. + +p. 317, +l. 8. B] so see. +l. 9. C] thou fight no more. +l. 10. C] in the. +l. 11. C] nere. +l. 19. C] heaven deliver me. +l. 11. C] Sirha. +l. 24. C] provocatives. +l. 30. C] a' devill. +l. 31. C] provoake ye. +l. 36. C] mary' that. +l. 37. C] Enter Gentlemen. +l. 39. C] hath 'hedgd. A] has. + +p. 318, +l. 3. C] he hath. +l. 4. C _omits_] Sir. +l. 11. C] help. +l. 23. C _omits_] 2. +l. 25. C _adds another_] quickly. +l. 26. C] run...thicke. +C _gives this line to_ Lieu. _and the next to_ Leo. +l. 31. C] I'll bate thee one: +goe winck, and fight: for shame. +l. 38. C] a tird Girole. +l. 39. C _omits_] 2. + +p. 319, +l. 1. C] why that, (Sir) that: doe. +l. 2. C _omits_] 2. +ll. 10 and 11. C] + +I thanck thee: A] God a mercy, +I thanck thee, with. God a mercy with. + +l. 17. C] argument: a toy: +l. 18. C _omits this line_. +l. 21. C] I'll nere. +l. 23. C] fit ye. +l. 24. C] upon's. +l. 25. C] who doth best: (Boyes.) + +p. 320, +l. 1. C] how doth she her coming? +l. 11. C] she hath. +l. 14. C] she hath...they fitt. +l. 17. C] and others. +l. 18. A _omits_] _Ant_. +l. 21. A] sung to it. +l. 22. C] Eies (by heaven) they kill on. +l. 33. C] 'pray ye where's. +l. 37. C] there was. + +p. 321, +l. 16. C] Ladies. +l. 17. C] not trouble ye. +l. 20. A and C] of such. +l. 28. C] on my. + +p. 322, +l. 12. C _omits_] now. +l. 25. C] Gentlemen. +l. 26. C] sure I. +l. 33. C] and of a. + +p. 323, +l. 2. C] and Gentlemen. +l. 19. C] a flotten. +ll. 24-26 _are omitted in_ C. +l. 34. C _omits_] 'Life. + +p. 324, +l. 9. C _adds a fourth_ ha. +l. 12. C _omits_] 2. +l. 15. C _gives this line to_ 1 Phis _and the next to_ 2 Phis. +l. 21. C] did not I. +l. 23. C] he's. +l. 34. C] and other Gentlemen. + +p. 325, +l. 3. C] our Watches. +l. 5. C] 'faith. +l. 8. C] yet: I see he. +l. 9. C _omits_] too. +l. 11. C] beleeve'. +l. 18. C] such a Hell...rise to. +l. 22. C] he's fairly. +l. 24. A and C] Doctor. +l. 26. C _omits_] 2. +l. 31. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 36. C _adds stage direction_] he drinks. 2. Kans. + +p. 326, +l. 3. B _misprints_] remembrace. +l. 7. C] Will performd. +l. 9. C] Wine begins to tickle. +l. 12. C] a Drom beates. +l. 13. C] one sung. +l. 15. C] Song? +l. 18. C _omits_] 2. +ll. 20 and 21. A] dare ye...dare ye. +l. 25. C] 'bove. +l. 28. C _gives this line to_ Dem. _ending with_ Sore? +_and adds_ 'tis true (Sir) _to the beginning of_ Phis. +l. 34. C] + +Phis. I know he's weake: but yet his hart's whole. + +p. 327, +l. 2. C _gives this line to_ Dem. +l. 6. C] how the. +l. 8. C _omits_] away, away, away. +l. 10. C] and Soldiers. +l. 24. C _adds_] Alarum within. +l. 31. C] who charges. + +p. 328, +l. 2. C] here five. +l. 5. A and C] a-peeces. +l. 11. C] Did I not. +l. 12. C _adds_] Exeunt. +ll. 13 and 14. C] Enter ye Leiutenant...driving Soldier before him. +l. 15. C] coxcomb. +l. 23. C _omits_] and...Gentlemen. +l. 25. C] men. +l. 29. C] he's hurt shrewdly. +l. 30. C] these. + +p. 329, l. 2. C _omits_] 2. +l. 6. C _adds_] Ext. +l. 9. C] + +yet: Come Leontius +Let's now up to theis Conquerors: they are our owne. + +l. 17. C _adds_] say: a Trompet: _The stage direction_ Enter a Trompet and +a Harrold _is 2 or 3 lines higher in_ C. +l. 25. C] Enter Seleucus Lismachus and Ptolomey. +l. 29. C] Honours. +l. 34. C] Dem. that will not doe it. +l. 35. C _has_ Leontius _at the end, not the beginning, of the line._ + +p. 330, +l. 3. A] such prizes. +l. 5. C] to doe. +l. 14. C] Mans. +l. 16. C] easie price. +l. 31. C] our comfort. + +p. 331, +l. 29. C] by heaven it. +l. 31. C] Lis. Ptol. +l. 32. C _omits this line and the stage direction on the following line_. +l. 36. C _omits this line and adds_ Exet. + +p. 332, +l. 5. A] And yet when she is as free, and when she is courted. + C] and yet She is, as free, and when she is courted. +l. 19. C _omits_] or Lords. +ll. 22 and 23. C gives these two lines to_ 1. Gent. +l. 25. C] and those. +l. 27. C] never see so...frozen. +l. 34. C] sings daintely. +l. 37. A] th' matter. + +p. 333, +l. 5. C] Enter Celia wth Ladies. +l. 10. C] Loves as Lay's. +l. 15. C] State. +l. 16. C] nowhether. +l. 21. C] no mortall. +l. 27. C] 'send. +l. 28. A and C] hand. +l. 30. A and C] that: that. + +p. 334 +l. 16. C] be to an. +l. 17. A and C] slubbers. +l. 26. C] nothing els to. + +p. 335, +l. 16. C] hath suckd. +l. 29. C] so light. +l. 39. C] 'pree-thee...doth the. +l. 40. C] he doth. + +p. 336, +l. 7. C] 'may. +l. 8. C] I have soe (Lady). +l. 17. C] be thine. +l. 18. C] the flames. +l. 36. C] Enter Demetrius: Leontius: +Gent: Soldiers: ye Host (talking wth Demetrious). + +p. 337, +l. 1. A and C] on ye. +l. 9. C _gives_ Exeunt _as the sole stage direction_. +l. 18. C] There is. +l. 19. C] Leontius, etc. +l. 23. C] hath. +l. 26. C] 'faith Sir. +l. 30. C] he hath. +l. 39. C] bore ye. A] bare me. + +p. 338, +l. 21. A and C] a Sorcerer. +l. 23. C] which hath. +l. 26. A _by mistake omits_ Dem. _and reads_ In heaven. +l. 37. A] and doe believe. + +p. 339, +l. 3. C] shew'd. +l. 5. C] upon her. +l. 26. C _omits_] and Gent. +l. 30. C] Wayt you. +l. 33. C] your Highnes. + +p. 340, +l. 8. C] discontent: Will speake. +l. 9. C _omits_] 2 Gent. C] hath taken. A] Has. +l. 17. C] she's not. +l. 22. C] hath now. +l. 24. C] none come. +l. 30. C] thy life. +l. 34. C] but drip...Snow doth. + +p. 341, +l. 4. A and C] and there. +l. 6. C] in now. +l. 16. C] yet you. +l. 31. C] reneage els. A] the coole: he will revenge els. +l. 36. A] I swore I. + +p. 342, +l. 1. C] Enter a Magitian wth a Bowle in his hand. +l. 3. A and C] Powders. A _gives this line to_ Mag. +l. 8. C] never. +l. 10. C _omits_] Exit. +l. 12. C's _stage direction runs_: He seems to Conjure: sweett Musick +is heard, and an Antick of litle Fayeries enter and dance about ye Bowle +and fling in things, and Ext. C _omits the Song and the Answer_. +l. 16. A] loose. +ll. 19 and 20. _A comma and a full stop have been transposed after_ Spell +_and_ desires. +l. 28. A] view e're day. +l. 30. A] and one. + +P. 343, +l. 14. C _omits this line_. +l. 17. A _prefaces with_ Lew (_char_.), +l. 22. C _omits_] art. +l. 24. _Omitted from_ B _in error_. +l. 25. C] Gent. and Leiutenant. +l. 38. C] has given. +l.33. A _gives this line to_ Leo. + +p. 344, +l. 1. C] ffortifications. +l. 5. C _omits_] Away. +l. 12. C] beware he's. A _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 14. A _gives this line to_ Lieut. +l. 17. C _omits_] him. +l. 18. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 20. C] doesoe: +l. 21. C] Doe if ye. +l. 24. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 34. C] owne, Boy. +l. 35. C] w'th a. +l. 39. C _adds stage direction_] he swounds. + +p. 345, +l. 2. C] Exit Dem. +l. 4. C _omits_] with a Bowl. +l. 5. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and reads_] alas, he's. C _omits_] 2. +l. 10. A and C] Waters. +l. 11. C _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 13. A _gives this line to_ 2 Gent. +l. 14. C _omits_] 2. +l. 15. C _gives this line to_ Gent. +l. 22. C _omits_] 2. +l. 26. C] won the. +ll. 30 and 31. C] Gent. well Sir--ex't.--Enter Leucippe. +l. 36. C] in the. + +p. 346, +l. 1. C] after that. +l. 5. C] has. A] 'has. +l. 13. C _omits_] Ex. +l. 18. C] that rais'd it. +l. 26. C] o' th' crimes. +l. 32. C] theis thirty...upwards. A] these. +l. 33. C] from it. +l. 36. C] shame light on him...greive hartely. + +p. 347, +l. 5. C] + +for heaven-sake +tell...in it. + +l. 13. C] fye on't, it doth. +l. 17. A] for a fit. +l. 33. C] on my. + +p. 348, +l. 2. C] and of. +l. 4. C] I will, by heaven. +l. 8. C] a hart-sore. +l. 9. C] even. +l. 11. C] be sorer. +l. 12. C] Enter Gent. +l. 16. C] and wrings, and. +l. 17. C _omits_] 2. +l. 27. C] with't. +l. 28. C] as they. +l. 31. C] ends. +ll. 35 and 38. C _omits_] 2. +l. 36. A] fooles. +l. 38. C] 'twill passe. + +p. 349, +l. 4. A and C] King's-streete. +l. 8. C] with 'King. +l. 11. A and C] mary-bones. +l. 13. C] vouchsaffe a wight thy. +l. 14. C] this ffellow. +l. 15. B] King. +l. 16. C] ffooteman. +l. 19. C] 2. Gent. +l. 21. C] act this. +l. 22. C] 1. Gent, will sigh...and cry. +l. 25. C] Jigg. l. 27. C _omits_] 2. +l. 28. A and C] to him? for half an howre I. + +p. 350, +l. 11. C] Maidenhood. +l. 12. C] Gods blesse. +l. 15. C _adds_] in her hand. +l. 19. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 24. C] Potion? his eies affright me. +l. 36. C] hath your. + +p. 351, +l. 4. C] their doatings. +l. 5. C] his braines. C _omits_] 'em. +l. 10. C] this works. +l. 13. C] Lust. +l. 21. B _misprints_] gorious. +l. 25. C] admire for Goodnes. +l. 33. C] Infants cries: your Sin's in. +l. 36. C _omits_] can. + +p. 352, +l. 2. C] Death sitts upon our Blood. +l. 4. C] Snake) curld. +l. 5. C] will not you. +l. 16. C] those. +l. 24. C _omits_] severally. +l. 26. C] Leiutenant, and Gent. A _omits_] and. +l. 30. A] It serves so. +l. 38. C] oh sweet King. + +p. 353, +ll. 1 and 2. C] + +Leo. by thy leave: +Leiu. when _I_ consider +(my honest ffrend etc. + +l. 7. C] a scurvy. +l. 11. C] for your...sirha. +l. 18. C _omits_] 2. +l. 19. C _adds at end of line_] (Gent.) +l. 23. C] are melted. +l. 27. C] bid me. +l. 28. C] He is. +l. 32. C _omits_] 2. C _omits_] severally. +l. 33. C _begins_ Actus Quintus: Sce'a. pri'a. _here_. +l. 34. C] Minippus: Gent. +l. 35. C] Gent. _and so throughout_. +l. 37. A] wronged his. + +p. 354, +l. 5. C] Attendants. +l. 11. C] in Vow. +l. 15. C] Sce'a. 2'a. +l. 17. C] There is...Lights. A] lights. +l. 25. C] Enter Celia Minippus Etc. +l. 32. C] Gent. + +p. 355, +l. 5. C] doe not know me. +l. 17. C] Min. C _omits_] Me. etc. +l. 22. A] The Corke. A and C] will come. +l. 31. B _misprints_] Leu. +l. 39. C _omits_] gallant. + +p. 356, +l. 10. A] And one command. +l. 16. A and C] him, to dye. +l. 17. A] in me nature. +l. 36. C] by heaven. + +p. 357, +l. 6. B] know. +l. 15. C] prove to. +l. 21. C] turnd black. +l. 29. C] but ffalsehood, and loose. A] but imperious lust, and losers +faces. +l. 39. A and C] Circes. + +p. 358, +l. 12. C] thousand waies. +l. 18. C] thy Devills. +l. 34. C] thy muddy. +l. 40. A] back thoughts. + +p. 359, +l. 3. C] Mine. +l. 11. C] and in. +l. 18. C _omits_] and Lords. +l. 21. A] heavens. + +p. 360, +l. 4. B] best. +l. 8. C] begin. +l. 12. C] Sce'a. 3'a. +l. 14. C] he doth. +l. 19. C] heaven-sake. +l. 30. A] I most confesse. +l. 32. C] now (and with. + +p. 361, +l. 12. C] followes. +l. 36. C] all these. + +p. 362, +l. 2. C] you should. +l. 6. C] Sce'a. 4'a. Enter Antigonus: Gent. Leiueten't, etc. +l. 9. C _omits_] 2. +l. 13. C] drunck. +l. 18. C] Gent. has. A] 'Has. +l. 26. C] owes yet. +l. 33. A and C] I pree-thee. +l. 36. C] why I thanck thee (Soldier). + +p. 363, +l. 5. C] nor I hope I. +l. 8. C] towards. +l. 9. C] I thanck thee still. +l. 18. C _omits_] Ha, ha, ha. +l. 23. C _omits_] 2. +l. 24. A] Has. +l. 27. A] rosten hawkes. +l. 38. C] while. + +p. 364, +l. 1. C] Sce'a. 5'a. +l. 9. C] can I. +l. 26. B _misprints_] not not. +l. 28. C] y' have don. +l. 34. B] admit to excuse. + +p. 365, +l. 5. B _misprints_] thing. +l. 13. C] yes' faith. +l. 31. C] are drop'd. +l. 34. A] poisoned truth. + +p. 366, +l. 1. C] he has. +l. 5. C] any hope. +l. 15. C] god's. +l. 21. C] left open. +ll. 27 and 28. C _transposes these two_ ll. +l. 32. C] + +Sce'a. 6'a. Enter Antigonus: Seleuchus, Ptolomy. +Lisimachus: Gent. Leiueten't. etc. + +p. 367, +l. 3. C] once againe. +l. 21. C] old valiant Soldier. +l. 22. C] are all wellcom. +l. 23. C] (and't please your Grace) is cassheird. +l. 27. C] any Peace. +l. 29. C] 'faith. +l. 34. C] 'beseech. + +p. 368, +l. 5. C] Sce'a. 7'a. +l. 13. C] that be. +l. 24. A and C] your Ultra. +ll. 27 and 28. C] + +Enter Antigonus Seluchus Lysimachus Ptolomy +Leontus Leiuten't. etc. + +l. 28. A _omits_] and. +l. 36. C] 'pray a. + +p. 369, +l. 2. C] Antiochus. +l. 10. C _omits_] have. +l. 12. C _omits_] Princes. B _misprints_] Prnices. +l. 17. C _gives this line to_ Sel. +l. 35. A] Cel. +l. 40. C] I once more next [_instead of_ beg it thus]. + +p. 370, +l. 9. C] sound. +l. 10. C] beat through. +l. 16. C _adds_] Finis. C _omits_] Prologue and Epilogue. + +p. 371, +l. 1. A] And those. +l. 6. A _omits_] Spoke by the _Lieutenant_. +l. 13. A] comes. + + + +THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. + + +(A) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | By John Fletcher. | Printed at +London for R. Bonian | and H. Walley, and are to be sold at | the spred +Eagle over against the | great North dore of S. Paules. Undated, but +probably 1609-10. + +(B) The same, with slight differences in the Commendatory Verses and +in one or two other sheets. + +(C) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | By John Fletcher. | The second +Edition, newly corrected. | London, | Printed by T.C. for Richard Meighen, +| in S't Dunstanes Church-yard in Fleet-streete, | 1629. + +(D) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | acted at Somerset | House before +the King and | Queene on Twelfe night | last, 1633. | And divers times +since with great ap- | plause at the Private House in Blacke- | Friers, by +his Majesties Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The third Edition, +with Addition. | London, | Printed by A.M. for Richard Meighen, next | to +the Middle Temple in Fleet- | street. 1634. + +(E) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | Acted at Somerset | House before +the King and | Queen on Twelf night | last, 1633. | And divers times +since, with great ap- | plause, at the Private House in Black- | Friers, +by his Majesties Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The Fourth +Edition. | London, | Printed for Ga. Bedell and Tho. Collins, at the +Middle | Temple Gate in Fleet-street. 1656. + +(F) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | Acted at | Somerset-House, | Before +the King and Queen on | Twelfth night, 1633. | And divers times since, +with great | Applause, at the Private House in | Black-Friers, by his +Majesties | Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The Fifth Edition. | +London, | Printed for G. Bedell and T. Collins, at the Middle | Temple- +Gate in Fleet-street, 1665. + +The verso of the title-page bears the date March 3, 1664/5. + Licensed, + Roger L'Estrange. + +As neither the Second Folio nor the Quartos print any list of the +Characters it may be as well to give one here. + +Perigot. Old Shepherd. +Thenot. Priest of Pan. +Daphnis. God of the River. +Alexis. Satyr. +Sullen Shepherd. 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Bidwell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT, + +A TRAGI-COMEDY. + + + + +Persons Represented in the Play. + + +_King_ Antigonus, _an old Man with young desires._ + +Demetrius, _Son to_ Antigonus, _in love with_ Celia. + +Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, _Three Kings equal sharers with_ +Antigonus _of what_ Alexander _had, with united powers opposing_ +Antigonus. + +Leontius, _a brave old merry Souldier, assistant_ to Demetrius. + +Timon, Charinthus, Menippus, _Servants to_ Antigonus, _and his vices._ + +_The_ Humourous Lieutenant. + +_Gentlemen, Friends and followers of_ Demetrius. + +_3 Embassadors, from the three Kings. + +Gentlemen-Ushers._ + +_Grooms._ + +_Citizens._ + +_Physicians._ + +_Herald._ + +_Magician._ + +_Souldiers._ + +_Host._ + + +_WOMEN._ + +Celia _alias_ E[n]anthe, _Daughter to_ Seleucus, _Mistris to_ Demetrius. + +Leucippe, _a Bawd, Agent for the King's lust._ + +_Ladies._ + +_Citizens Wives._ + +_Governesse to_ Celia. + +_A Country-Woman._ + +Phoebe, _her Daughter._ + +_2 Servants of the game._ + + +_The Scene_ Greece. + + +The principal Actors were, + +_Henry Condel._ +_John Lowin._ +_Richard Sharpe._ +_Robert Benfeild._ +_Joseph Taylor._ +_William Eglestone._ +_John Underwood._ +_Thomas Polard._ + + + + +_ACTUS PRIMUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ 2 Ushers, _and_ Grooms _with perfumes._ + +_1 Usher_. Round, round, perfume it round, quick, look ye +Diligently the state be right, are these the richest +Cushions? Fie, fie, who waits i'th' wardrobe? + +_2 Ush_. But pray tell me, do you think for certain +These Embassadours shall have this morning audience? + +_1 Ush_. They shall have it: Lord that you live at Court +And understand not! I tell you they must have it. + +_2 Ush_. Upon what necessity? + +_1 Ush_. Still you are out of the trick of Court, sell your place, + +_Enter_ Ladies _and_ Gentlemen. + +And sow your grounds, you are not for this tillage. +Madams, the best way is the upper lodgings, +There you may see at ease. + +_Ladies_. We thank you, Sir. [_Ex._ Ladies, Gent. + +_1 Ush._ Would you have all these slighted? who should report then, +The Embassadors were handsome men? his beard +A neat one? the fire of his eyes quicker than lightning, +And when it breaks, as blasting? his legs, though little ones, +Yet movers of a mass of understanding? +Who shall commend their Cloaths? who shall take notice +Of the most wise behaviour of their Feathers? +Ye live a raw man here. + +_2 Ush._ I think I do so. + +_Enter 2 citizens, and Wives._ + +_1 Ush._ Why, whither would ye all press? + +_1 Cit._ Good Master Usher. + +_2 Cit._ My wife, and some few of my honest neighbours, here. + +_1 Ush._ Prethee begone thou and thy honest Neighbours, +Thou lookst like an Ass, why, whither would you fish face? + +_2 Cit._ If I might have +But the honour to see you at my poor house, Sir, +A Capon bridled and sadled, I'le assure your worship, +A shoulder of Mutton and a pottle of Wine, Sir, +I know your Brother, he was like ye, +And shot the best at Buts-- + +_1 Ush._ A ---- upon thee. + +_2 Cit._ Some Musick I'le assure you too, +My toy, Sir, can play o'th' Virginals. + +_1 Ush._ Prethee good toy, +Take away thy shoulder of Mutton, it is flie-blown, +And shoulder take thy flap along, here's no place for ye; +Nay then you had best be knock'd. [_Ex. Cit._ + +_Enter_ Celia. + +_Cel._ I wou'd fain see him, +The glory of this place makes me remember, +But dye those thoughts, dye all but my desires, +Even those to death are sick too; he's not here, +Nor how my eyes may guide me-- + +_1 Ush._ What's your business? +Who keeps the outward door there? here's fine shuffling, +You wastcoateer you must go back. + +_Cel._ There is not, +There cannot be, six days and never see me? +There must not be desire; Sir, do you think +That if you had a Mistris-- + +_1 Ush._ Death, she is mad. + +_Cel_. And were yourself an honest man? it cannot-- + +_1 Ush._ What a Devil hast thou to do with me or my honesty? +Will you be jogging, good nimble tongue, +My fellow door-keeper. + +_2 Ush._ Prethee let her alone, + +_1 Ush._ The King is coming, +And shall we have an agent from the Suburbs +Come to crave audience too? + +_Cel._ Before I thought ye +To have a little breeding, some tang of Gentry; +But now I take ye plainly, +Without the help of any perspective, +For that ye cannot alter. + +_1 Ush._ What's that? + +_Cel._ An Ass, Sir, you bray as like one, +And by my troth, me thinks as ye stand now, +Considering who to kick next, you appear to me +Just with that kind of gravity, and wisdom; +Your place may bear the name of Gentleman, +But if ever any of that butter stick to your bread-- + +_2 Ush._ You must be modester. + +_Cel._ Let him use me nobler, +And wear good Cloaths to do good Offices; +They hang upon a fellow of his vertue, +As though they hung on Gibbets. + +_2 Ush._ A perillous wench. + +_1 Ush._ Thrust her into a corner, I'le no more on her. + +_2 Ush._ You have enough, go pretty Maid, stand close, +And use that little tongue, with a little more temper. + +_Cel._ I thank ye, Sir. + +_2 Ush._ When the show's past, +I'le have ye into the Cellar, there we'll dine. +A very pretty wench, a witty Rogue, +And there we'll be as merry; can ye be merry? + +_Cel._ O very merry. + +_2 Ush._ Only our selves; this churlish fellow shall not know. + +_Cel._ By no means. + +_2 Ush._ And can you love a little? + +_Cel._ Love exceedingly: +I have cause to love you, dear Sir. + +_2 Ush._ Then I'le carry ye, +And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings, +The Lodgings, Gardens, and the walks: and then, sweet, +You shall tell me where you lye. + +_Cel._ Yes marry will I. + +_2 Ush._ And't shall go hard but I'le send ye a Venison Pasty, +And bring a bottle of wine along. + +_1 Ush._ Make room there, + +_2 Ush._ Room there afore; stand close, the train is coming. + +_Enter King_ Antigonus, Timon, Charinthus, Menippus. + +_Cel._ Have I yet left a beauty to catch fools? +Yet, yet, I see him not. O what a misery +Is love, expected long, deluded longer! + +_Ant._ Conduct in the Embassadors. + +_1 Ush._ Make room there. + +_Ant._ They shall not wait long answer-- [_Flourish._ + +_Cle._ Yet he comes not. + +_Enter_ 3 _Embassadors._ + +Why are eyes set on these, and multitudes +Follow to make these wonders? O good gods! +What would these look like if my love were here? +But I am fond, forgetful. + +_Ant._ Now your grievance, +Speak short, and have as short dispatch. + +_1 Emb._ Then thus, Sir: +In all our Royal Masters names, We tell you, +Ye have done injustice, broke the bonds of concord, +And from their equal shares, from _Alexander_ +Parted, and so possess'd, not like a Brother, +But as an open Enemy, Ye have hedged in +Whole Provinces, man'd and maintain'd these injuries; +And daily with your sword (though they still honour ye) +Make bloudy inroads, take Towns, and ruin Castles, +And still their sufFerance feels the weight. + +_2 Em._ Think of that love, great Sir, that honor'd friendship +Your self held with our Masters, think of that strength +When you were all one body, all one mind; +When all your swords struck one way, when your angers, +Like so many brother Billows rose together, +And curling up your foaming Crests, defied +Even mighty Kings, and in their falls entomb'd 'em; +O think of these; and you that have been Conquerours, +That ever led your Fortunes open ey'd, +Chain'd fast by confidence; you that fame courted, +Now ye want Enemies and men to match ye, +Let not your own Swords seek your ends to shame ye. + +_Enter_ Demetrius _with a Javelin, and Gentlemen._ + +_3 Em._ Choose which you will, or Peace or War, +We come prepar'd for either. + +_1 Ush._ Room for the Prince there. + +_Cel._ Was it the Prince they said? how my heart trembled! +'Tis he indeed; what a sweet noble fierceness +Dwells in his eyes! young _Meleager_ like, +When he return'd from slaughter of the Boar, +Crown'd with the loves and honours of the people, +With all the gallant youth of _Greece_, he looks now, +Who could deny him love? + +_Dem._ Hail Royal Father. + +_Ant._ Ye are welcome from your sport, Sir, do you see this Gent. +You that bring Thunders in your mouths, and Earthquakes +To shake and totter my designs? can you imagine +(You men of poor and common apprehensions) +While I admit this man, my Son, this nature +That in one look carries more fire, and fierceness, +Than all your Masters in their lives; dare I admit him, +Admit him thus, even to my side, my bosom, +When he is fit to rule, when all men cry him, +And all hopes hang about his head; thus place him, +His weapon hatched in bloud, all these attending +When he shall make their fortunes, all as sudden +In any expedition he shall point 'em, +As arrows from a Tartars bow, and speeding, +Dare I do this, and fear an enemy? +Fear your great Master? yours? or yours? + +_Dem._ O _Hercules_! +Who saies you do, Sir? Is there any thing +In these mens faces, or their Masters actions, +Able to work such wonders? + +_Cel._ Now he speaks: +O I could dwell upon that tongue for ever. + +_Dem._ You call 'em Kings, they never wore those Royalties, +Nor in the progress of their lives arriv'd yet +At any thought of King: Imperial dignities, +And powerful God-like actions, fit for Princes +They can no more put on, and make 'em sit right, +Than I can with this mortal hand hold Heaven: +Poor petty men, nor have I yet forgot +The chiefest honours time, and merit gave 'em: +_Lisimachus_ your Master, at the best, +His highest, and his hopeful'st Dignities +Was but grand-master of the _Elephants_; +_Seleuchus_ of the Treasure; and for _Ptolomey_, +A thing not thought on then, scarce heard of yet, +Some Master of Ammunition: and must these men-- + +_Cel._ What a brave confidence flows from his spirit! +O sweet young man! + +_Dem._ Must these, hold pace with us, +And on the same file hang their memories? +Must these examine what the wills of Kings are? +Prescribe to their designs, and chain their actions +To their restraints? be friends, and foes when they please? +Send out their Thunders, and their menaces, +As if the fate of mortal things were theirs? +Go home good men, and tell your Masters from us, +We do 'em too much honour to force from 'em +Their barren Countries, ruin their vast Cities, +And tell 'em out of love, we mean to leave 'em +(Since they will needs be Kings) no more to tread on, +Than they have able wits, and powers to manage, +And so we shall befriend 'em. Ha! what does she there? + +_Emb._ This is your answer King? + +_Ant._ 'Tis like to prove so. + +_Dem._ Fie, sweet, what makes you here? + +_Cel._ Pray ye do not chide me. + +_Dem._ You do your self much wrong and me. +I feel my fault which only was committed +Through my dear love to you: I have not seen ye, +And how can I live then? I have not spoke to ye-- + +_Dem._ I know this week ye have not; I will redeem all. +You are so tender now; think where you are, sweet. + +_Cel._ What other light have I left? + +_Dem._ Prethee _Celia_, +Indeed I'le see you presently. + +_Cel._ I have done, Sir: +You will not miss? + +_Dem._ By this, and this, I will not. + +_Cel._ 'Tis in your will and I must be obedient. + +_Dem._ No more of these assemblies. + +_Cel._ I am commanded. + +_1 Ush._ Room for the Lady there: Madam, my service-- + +_1 Gent._ My Coach an't please you Lady. + +_2 Ush._ Room before there. + +_2 Gent._ The honour, Madam, but to wait upon you-- +My servants and my state. + +_Cel._ Lord, how they flock now! +Before I was afraid they would have beat me; +How these flies play i'th' Sun-shine! pray ye no services, +Or if ye needs must play the Hobby-horses, +Seek out some beauty that affects 'em: farewel, +Nay pray ye spare: Gentlemen I am old enough +To go alone at these years, without crutches. [_Exit._ + +_2 Ush._ Well I could curse now: but that will not help me, +I made as sure account of this wench now, immediately, +Do but consider how the Devil has crost me, +Meat for my Master she cries, well-- + +_3 Em._ Once more, Sir, +We ask your resolutions: Peace or War yet? + +_Dem._ War, War, my noble Father. + +_1 Em._ Thus I fling it: +And fair ey'd peace, farewel. + +_Ant._ You have your answer; +Conduct out the Embassadours, and give 'em Convoyes. + +_Dem._ Tell your high hearted Masters, they shall not seek us, +Nor cool i'th' field in expectation of us, +We'l ease your men those marches: In their strengths, +And full abilities of mind and courage, +We'l find 'em out, and at their best trim buckle with 'em. + +_3 Em._ You will find so hot a Souldier's welcome, Sir, +Your favour shall not freeze. + +_2 Em._ A forward Gentleman, +Pity the Wars should bruise such hopes-- + +_Ant._ Conduct em-- [_Ex._ Em. +Now, for this preparation: where's _Leontius_? +Call him in presently: for I mean in person Gentlemen +My self, with my old fortune-- + +_Dem._ Royal Sir: +Thus low I beg this honour: fame already +Hath every where rais'd Trophies to your glory, +And conquest now grown old, and weak with following +The weary marches and the bloody shocks +You daily set her in: 'tis now scarce honour +For you that never knew to fight, but conquer, +To sparkle such poor people: the Royal Eagle +When she hath tri'd [h]er young ones 'gainst the Sun, +And found 'em right; next teacheth 'em to prey, +How to command on wing, and check below her +Even Birds of noble plume; I am your own, Sir, +You have found my spirit, try it now, and teach it +To stoop whole Kingdoms: leave a little for me: +Let not your glory be so greedy, Sir, +To eat up all my hopes; you gave me life, +If to that life you add not what's more lasting +A noble name, for man, you have made a shadow: +Bless me this day: bid me go on, and lead, +Bid me go on, no less fear'd, than _Antigonus_, +And to my maiden sword, tye fast your fortune: +I know 'twill fight it self then: dear Sir, honour me: +Never fair Virgin long'd so. + +_Ant._ Rise, and command then, +And be as fortunate, as I expect ye: +I love that noble will; your young companions +Bred up and foster'd with ye, I hope _Demetrius_, +You will make souldiers too: they must not leave ye. + +_Enter_ Leontius. + +_2 Gent._ Never till life leave us, Sir. + +_Ant._ O _Leontius_, +Here's work for you in hand. + +_Leon._ I am ev'n right glad, Sir. +For by my troth, I am now grown old with idleness; +I hear we shall abroad, Sir. + +_Ant._ Yes, and presently, +But who think you commands now? + +_Leon._ Who commands, Sir? +Methinks mine eye should guide me: can there be +(If you your self will spare him so much honour) +Any found out to lead before your Armies, +So full of faith, and fire, as brave _Demetrius_? +King _Philips_ Son, at his years was an old Souldier, +'Tis time his Fortune be o' wing, high time, Sir, +So many idle hours, as here he loyters, +So many ever-living names he loses, +I hope 'tis he. + +_Ant._ 'Tis he indeed, and nobly +He shall set forward: draw you all those Garrisons +Upon the frontiers as you pass: to those +Joyn these in pay at home, our ancient souldiers, +And as you go press all the Provinces. + +_Leo._ We shall not [need]; +Believe, this hopefull Gentleman +Can want no swords, nor honest hearts to follow him, +We shall be full, no fear Sir. + +_Ant._ You _Leontius_, +Because you are an old and faithfull servant, +And know the wars, with all his vantages, +Be near to his instructions, lest his youth +Lose valours best companion, staid discretion, +Shew where to lead, to lodge, to charge with safetie; +In execution not to break, nor scatter, +But with a provident anger, follow nobly: +Not covetous of blood, and death, but honour, +Be ever near his watches; cheer his labours, +And where his hope stands fair, provoke his valour; +Love him, and think it no dishonour (my _Demetrius_) +To wear this Jewel near thee; he is a tri'd one, +And one that even in spight of time, that sunk him, +And frosted up his strength, will yet stand by thee, +And with the proudest of thine Enemies +Exchange for bloud, and bravely: take his Counsel. + +_Leo._ Your grace hath made me young again, and wanton. + +_Ant._ She must be known and suddenly: +Do ye know her? [_to Minippus._ + +_Gent. Char._ No, believe Sir. + +_Ant._ Did you observe her, _Timon_? + +_Tim_. I look'd on her, +But what she is-- + +_Ant_. I must have that found. +Come in and take your leave. + +_Tim._ And some few Prayers along. + +_Dem._ I know my duty, [_Exit_ Ant. +You shall be half my Father. + +_Leo._ All your Servant: +Come Gentlemen, you are resolv'd I am sure +To see these wars. + +_1 Gent._ We dare not leave his fortunes, +Though most assur'd death hung round about us. + +_Leo._.= That bargain's yet to make; +Be not too hasty, when ye face the Enemie, +Nor too ambitious to get honour instantly, +But charge within your bounds, and keep close bodies, +And you shall see what sport we'l make these mad-caps; +You shall have game enough, I warrant ye, +Every mans Cock shall fight. + +_Dem._ I must go see Sir: +Brave Sir, as soon as I have taken leave, +I'le meet you in the park; +Draw the men thither, +Wait you upon _Leontius_. + +_Gen._ We'l attend Sir. + +_Leo._ But I beseech your Grace, with speed; the sooner +We are i'th' field.-- + +_Dem._ You could not please me better. [_Exit_. + +_Leo._ You never saw the wars yet? + +_Gent._ Not yet Colonel. + +_Leo._ These foolish Mistresses do so hang about ye, +So whimper, and so hug, I know it Gentlemen, +And so intice ye, now ye are i'th' bud; +And that sweet tilting war, with eyes and kisses, +Th' alarms of soft vows, and sighs, and fiddle faddles, +Spoils all our trade: you must forget these knick knacks, +A woman at some time of year, I grant ye +She is necessarie; but make no business of her. +How now Lieutenant? + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_Lieu._ Oh Sir, as ill as ever; +We shall have wars they say; they are mustring yonder: +Would we were at it once: fie, how it plagues me. + +_Leo._ Here's one has served now under Captain _Cupid_, +And crackt a Pike in's youth: you see what's come on't. + +_Lieu._ No, my disease will never prove so honourable. + +_Leo._ Why sure, thou hast the best pox. + +_Lieu._ If I have 'em, +I am sure I got 'em in the best company; +They are pox of thirty Coats. + +_Leo._ Thou hast mewed 'em finely: +Here's a strange fellow now, and a brave fellow, +If we may say so of a pocky fellow, +(Which I believe we may) this poor Lieutenant; +Whether he have the scratches, or the scabs, +Or what a Devil it be, I'le say this for him, +There fights no braver souldier under Sun, Gentlemen; +Show him an Enemie, his pain's forgot straight; +And where other men by beds and bathes have ease, +And easie rules of Physick; set him in a danger, +A danger, that's a fearfull one indeed, +Ye rock him, and he will so play about ye, +Let it be ten to one he ne'er comes off again, +Ye have his heart: and then he works it bravely, +And throughly bravely: not a pang remembre'd: +I have seen him do such things, belief would shrink at. + +_Gent._ 'Tis strange he should do all this, and diseas'd so. + +_Leo._ I am sure 'tis true: Lieutenant, canst thou drink well? + +_Lieu._ Would I were drunk, dog-drunk, I might not feel this backward? + +_Gent._ I would take Physick. + +_Lieu._ But I would know my disease first. + +_Leon._ Why? it may be the Colique: canst thou blow + +_Lieu._ There's never a bag-pipe in the Kingdom better. + +_Gent._ Is't not a pleuresie? + +_Lieu._ 'Tis any thing +That has the Devil, and death in't: will ye march Gentlemen? +The Prince has taken leave. + +_Leo._ How know ye that? + +_Lieu._ I saw him leave the Court, dispatch his followers, +And met him after in a by street: I think +He has some wench, or such a toy, to lick over +Before he go: would I had such another +To draw this foolish pain down. + +_Leo._ Let's away Gentlemen, +For sure the Prince will stay on us. + +_Gent._ We'l attend Sir. [Exeunt. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Celia. + +_Cel_. Must ye needs go? + +_Dem_. Or stay with all dishonour. + +_Cel_. Are there not men enough to fight? + +_Dem_. Fie _Celia_. +This ill becomes the noble love you bear me; +Would you have your love a coward? + +_Cel_. No; believe Sir, +I would have him fight, but not so far off from me. + +_Dem_. Wouldst have it thus? or thus? + +_Cel_. If that be fighting-- + +_Dem_. Ye wanton fool: when I come home again +I'le fight with thee, at thine own weapon _Celia_, +And conquer thee too. + +_Cel_. That you have done already, +You need no other Arms to me, but these Sir; +But will you fight your self Sir? + +_Dem_. Thus deep in bloud wench, +And through the thickest ranks of Pikes. + +_Cel_. Spur bravely +Your firie Courser, beat the troops before ye, +And cramb the mouth of death with executions. + +_Dem_. I would do more than these: But prethee tell me, +Tell me my fair, where got'st thou this male Spirit? +I wonder at thy mind. + +_Cel_. Were I a man then, +You would wonder more. + +_Dem_. Sure thou wouldst prove a Souldier, +And some great Leader. + +_Cel_. Sure I should do somewhat; +And the first thing I did, I should grow envious, +Extreamly envious of your youth, and honour. + +_Dem_. And fight against me? + +_Cel_. Ten to one, I should do it. + +_Dem_. Thou wouldst not hurt me? + +_Cel_. In this mind I am in +I think I should be hardly brought to strike ye, +Unless 'twere thus; but in my mans mind-- + +_Dem_. What? + +_Cel_. I should be friends with you too, +Now I think better. + +_Dem_. Ye are a tall Souldier: +Here, take these, and these; +This gold to furnish ye, and keep this bracelet; +Why do you weep now? +You a masculine Spirit? + +_Cel_. No, I confess, I am a fool, a woman: +And ever when I part with you-- + +_Dem_. You shall not, +These tears are like prodigious signs, my sweet one, +I shall come back, loaden with fame, to honour thee. + +_Cel_. I hope you shall: +But then my dear _Demetrius_, +When you stand Conquerour, and at your mercy +All people bow, and all things wait your sentence; +Say then your eye (surveying all your conquest) +Finds out a beautie, even in sorrow excellent, +A constant face, that in the midst of ruine +With a forc'd smile, both scorns at fate, and fortune: +Say you find such a one, so nobly fortified, +And in her figure all the sweets of nature? + +_Dem_. Prethee, +No more of this, I cannot find her. + +_Cel_. That shews as far beyond my wither'd beauty; +And will run mad to love ye too. + +_Dem_. Do you fear me, +And do you think, besides this face, this beauty, +This heart, where all my hopes are lock'd-- + +_Cel_. I dare not: +No sure, I think ye honest; wondrous honest. +Pray do not frown, I'le swear ye are. + +_Dem_. Ye may choose. + +_Cel_. But how long will ye be away? + +_Dem_. I know not. + +_Cel_. I know you are angry now: pray look upon me: +I'le ask no more such questions. + +_Dem_. The Drums beat, +I can no longer stay. + +_Cel_. They do but call yet: +How fain you would leave my Company? + +_Dem_. I wou'd not, +Unless a greater power than love commanded, +Commands my life, mine honour. + +_Cel_. But a little. + +_Dem_. Prethee farewel, and be not doubtfull of me. + +_Cel_. I would not have ye hurt: and ye are so ventrous-- +But good sweet Prince preserve your self, fight nobly, +But do not thrust this body, 'tis not yours now, +'Tis mine, 'tis only mine: do not seek wounds, Sir, +For every drop of blood you bleed-- + +_Dem_. I will _Celia_, +I will be carefull. + +_Cel_. My heart, that loves ye dearly. + +_Dem_. Prethee no more, we must part: [_Drums a March._ +Hark, they march now. + +_Cel_. Pox on these bawling Drums: I am sure you'l kiss me, +But one kiss? what a parting's this? + +_Dem_. Here take me, +And do what thou wilt with me, smother me; +But still remember, if your fooling with me, +Make me forget the trust-- + +_Cel_. I have done: farewel Sir, +Never look back, you shall not stay, not a minute. + +_Dem_. I must have one farewel more. + +_Cel_. No, the Drums beat; +I dare not slack your honour; not a hand more, +Only this look; the gods preserve, and save ye. + + + + +_ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Carinthus, Timon. + +_Ant_. What, have ye found her out? + +_Char_. We have hearkned after her. + +_Ant_. What's that to my desire? + +_Char_. Your grace must give us time, +And a little means. + +_Tim_. She is sure a stranger, +If she were bred or known here-- + +_Ant_. Your dull endeavours _Enter_ Menippus. +Should never be employ'd. Welcom _Menippus_. + +_Men_. I have found her Sir, +I mean the place she is lodg'd in; her name is _Celia_, +And much adoe I had to purchase that too. + +_Ant_. Dost think _Demetrius_ loves her? + +_Men_. Much I fear it, +But nothing that way yet can win for certain. +I'le tell your grace within this hour. + +_Ant_. A stranger? + +_Men_. Without all doubt. + +_Ant_. But how should he come to her? + +_Men_. There lies the marrow of the matter hid yet. + +_Ant_. Hast thou been with thy wife? + +_Men_. No Sir, I am going to her. + +_Ant_. Go and dispatch, and meet me in the garden, +And get all out ye can. [_Exit._ + +_Men_. I'le doe my best Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Tim._ Blest be thy wife, thou wert an arrant ass else. + +_Char_. I, she is a stirring woman indeed: +There's a brain Brother. + +_Tim_. There's not a handsom wench of any mettle +Within an hundred miles, but her intelligence +Reaches her, and out-reaches her, and brings her +As confidently to Court, as to a sanctuary: +What had his mouldy brains ever arriv'd at, +Had not she beaten it out o'th' Flint to fasten him? +They say she keeps an office of Concealments: +There is no young wench, let her be a Saint, +Unless she live i'th' Center, but she finds her, +And every way prepares addresses to her: +If my wife would have followed her course _Charinthus_, +Her lucky course, I had the day before him: +O what might I have been by this time, Brother? +But she (forsooth) when I put these things to her, +These things of honest thrift, groans, O my conscience, +The load upon my conscience, when to make us cuckolds, +They have no more burthen than a brood-[goose], Brother; +But let's doe what we can, though this wench fail us, +Another of a new way will be lookt at: +Come, let's abroad, and beat our brains, time may +For all his wisdom, yet give us a day. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + +Drum _within, Alarm, Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Leontius. + + +_Dem_. I will not see 'em fall thus, give me way Sir, +I shall forget you love me else. + +_Leo_. Will ye lose all? +For me to be forgotten, to be hated, +Nay never to have been a man, is nothing, +So you, and those we have preserv'd from slaughter +Come safely off. + +_Dem_. I have lost my self. + +_Leo_. You are cozen'd. + +_Dem_. And am most miserable. + +_Leo_. There's no man so, but he that makes himself so. + +_Dem_. I will goe on. + +_Leo_. You must not: I shall tell you then, +And tell you true, that man's unfit to govern, +That cannot guide himself: you lead an Army? +That have not so much manly suff'rance left ye, +To bear a loss? + +_Dem_. Charge but once more _Leontius_, +My friends and my companions are engag'd all. + +_Leo_. Nay give 'em lost, I saw 'em off their horses, +And the enemy master of their Arms; nor could then +The policie, nor strength of man redeem 'em. + +_Dem_. And shall I know this, and stand fooling? + +_Leo_. By my dead Fathers soul you stir not, Sir, +Or if you doe, you make your way through me first. + +_Dem_. Thou art a Coward. + +_Leo_. To prevent a Madman. +None but your Fathers Son, durst call me so, +'Death if he did--Must I be scandal'd by ye, +That hedg'd in all the helps I had to save ye? +That, where there was a valiant weapon stirring, +Both search'd it out, and singl'd it, unedg'd it, +For fear it should bite you, am I a coward? +Go, get ye up, and tell 'em ye are the Kings Son; +Hang all your Ladys favours on your Crest, +And let them fight their shares; spur to destruction, +You cannot miss the way: be bravely desperate, +And your young friends before ye, that lost this battel, +Your honourable friends, that knew no order, +Cry out, _Antigonus_, the old _Antigonus_, +The wise and fortunate _Antigonus_, +The great, the valiant, and the fear'd _Antigonus_, +Has sent a desperate son, without discretion +To bury in an hour his age of honour. + +_Dem_. I am ashamed. + +_Leo_. 'Tis ten to one, I die with ye: +The coward will not long be after ye; +I scorn to say I saw you fall, sigh for ye, +And tell a whining tale, some ten years after +To boyes and girles in an old chimney corner, +Of what a Prince we had, how bravely spirited; +How young and fair he fell: we'l all go with ye, +And ye shall see us all, like sacrifices +In our best trim, fill up the mouth of ruine. +Will this faith satisfie your folly? can this show ye +'Tis not to die we fear, but to die poorly, +To fall, forgotten, in a multitude? +If you will needs tempt fortune now she has held ye, +Held ye from sinking up. + +_Dem_. Pray do not kill me, +These words pierce deeper than the wounds I suffer, +The smarting wounds of loss. + +_Leo_. Ye are too tender; +Fortune has hours of loss, and hours of honour, +And the most valiant feel them both: take comfort, +The next is ours, I have a soul descries it: +The angry bull never goes back for breath +But when he means to arm his fury double. +Let this day set, but not the memorie, +And we shall find a time: How now Lieutenant? + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_Lieu_. I know not: I am mall'd: we are bravely beaten, +All our young gallants lost. + +_Leo_. Thou art hurt. + +_Lieu_. I am pepper'd, +I was i'th' midst of all: and bang'd of all hands: +They made an anvile of my head, it rings yet; +Never so thresh'd: do you call this fame? I have fam'd it; +I have got immortal fame, but I'le no more on't; +I'le no such scratching Saint to serve hereafter; +O' my conscience I was kill'd above twenty times, +And yet I know not what a Devil's in't, +I crawled away, and lived again still; I am hurt plaguily, +But now I have nothing near so much pain Colonel, +They have sliced me for that maladie. + +_Dem_. All the young men lost? + +_Lie_. I am glad you are here: but they are all i'th' pound sir, +They'l never ride o're other mens corn again, I take it, +Such frisking, and such flaunting with their feathers, +And such careering with their Mistres favours; +And here must he be pricking out for honour, +And there got he a knock, and down goes pilgarlick, +Commends his soul to his she-saint, and _Exit_. +Another spurs in there, cryes make room villains, +I am a Lord, scarce spoken, but with reverence +A Rascal takes him o're the face, and fells him; +There lyes the Lord, the Lord be with him. + +_Leo_. Now Sir, +Do you find this truth? + +_Dem_. I would not. + +_Lieu_. Pox upon it, +They have such tender bodies too; such Culisses, +That one good handsom blow breaks 'em a pieces. + +_Leo_. How stands the Enemy? + +_Lieu_. Even cool enough too: +For to say truth he has been shrewdly heated, +The Gentleman no doubt will fall to his jewlips. + +_Leo_. He marches not i'th' tail on's. + +_Lieu_. No, plague take him, +He'l kiss our tails as soon; he looks upon us, +As if he would say, if ye will turn again, friends, +We will belabor you a little better, +And beat a little more care into your coxcombs. +Now shall we have damnable Ballads out against us, +Most wicked madrigals: and ten to one, Colonel, +Sung to such lowsie, lamentable tunes. + +_Leo_. Thou art merry, +How e're the game goes: good Sir be not troubled, +A better day will draw this back again. +Pray go, and cheer those left, and lead 'em off, +They are hot, and weary. + +_Dem_. I'le doe any thing. + +_Leo_. Lieutenant, send one presently away +To th' King, and let him know our state: and hark ye, +Be sure the messenger advise his Majestie +To comfort up the Prince: he's full of sadness. + +_Lieu_. When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather, +Unless I be well pepper'd, I shall stink, Colonel. + +_Leo_. Go, I'le prepare thee one. + +_Lieu_. If ye catch me then, +Fighting again, I'le eat hay with a horse. [_Exit_. + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter_ Leucippe _(reading) and two Maids at a Table writing._ + +_Leu_. Have ye written to _Merione_? + +_1 Ma_. Yes, Madam. + +_Leu_. And let her understand the hopes she has, +If she come speedilie-- + +_1 Ma_. All these are specified. + +_Leu_. And of the chain is sent her, +And the rich stuff to make her shew more handsom here? + +_1 Maid_. All this is done, Madam. + +_Leu_. What have you dispatcht there? + +_2 Maid_. A letter to the Country maid, and't please ye. + +_Leu_. A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: +Have ye bought the embroydered gloves, and that purse for her, +And the new Curle? + +_2 Maid_. They are ready packt up Madam. + +_Leu_. Her maiden-head will yield me; let me see now; +She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion-- +_Cloe, Cloe, Cloe,_ here, I have her, +_Cloe_, the Daughter of a Country Gentleman; +Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion, +A lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling, +The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well, +Sings most inticingly, these helps consider'd, +Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred, +Or three hundred and fifty Crowns, 'twill bear it handsomly. +Her Father's poor, some little share deducted, +To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be pretty. +Who takes care of the Merchants Wife? + +_1 Ma_. I have wrought her. + +_Leu_. You know for whom she is? + +_1 Ma_. Very well, Madam, +Though very much ado I had to make her +Apprehend that happiness. + +_Leu_. These Kind are subtile; +Did she not cry and blubber when you urg'd her? + +_1 Ma_. O most extreamly, and swore she would rather perish. + +_Leu_. Good signs, very good signs, +Symptoms of easie nature. +Had she the Plate? + +_1 Ma_. She lookt upon't, and left it, +And turn'd again, and view'd it. + +_Leu_. Very well still. + +_1 Ma_. At length she was content to let it lye there, +Till I call'd for't, or so. + +_Leu_. She will come? + +_1 Ma_. Do you take me +For such a Fool, I would part without that promise? + +_Leu_. The Chamber's next the Park. + +_1 Ma_. The Widow, Madam, +You bad me look upon. + +_Leu_. Hang her, she is musty: +She is no mans meat; besides, she's poor and sluttish: +Where lyes old _Thisbe_ now, you are so long now-- + +_2 Ma_. _Thisbe, Thisbe, Thisbe,_ agent _Thisbe_, O I have her, +She lyes now in _Nicopolis_. + +_Leu_. Dispatch a Packet, +And tell her, her Superiour here commands her +The next month not to fail, but see deliver'd +Here to our use, some twenty young and handsom, +As also able Maids, for the Court service, +As she will answer it: we are out of beauty, +Utterly out, and rub the time away here +With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it. [_Knock within_ +Who's that? look out, to your business, Maid, +There's nothing got by idleness: there is a Lady, +Which if I can but buckle with, _Altea_, +_A, A, A, A, Altea_ young, and married, +And a great lover of her husband, well, +Not to be brought to Court! say ye so? I am sorry, +The Court shall be brought to you then; how now, who is't? + +_1 Ma_. An ancient woman, with a maid attending, +A pretty Girl, but out of Cloaths; for a little money, +It seems she would put her to your bringing up, Madam. + +_Enter_ Woman _and_ Phebe. + +_Leu_. Let her come in. Would you ought with us, good woman? +I pray be short, we are full of business. + +_Wo_. I have a tender Girl here, an't please your honour. + +_Leu_. Very well. + +_Wom_. That hath a great desire to serve your worship. + +_Leu_. It may be so; I am full of Maids. + +_Wom_. She is young forsooth-- +And for her truth; and as they say her bearing. + +_Leu_. Ye say well; come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse, +'Tis somewhat weak, but Nature will grow stronger, +Let me see your leg, she treads but low i'th' Pasterns. + +_Wom_. A cork Heel, Madam. + +_Leu_, We know what will do it, +Without your aim, good woman; what do you pitch her at? +She's but a slight toy--cannot hold out long. + +_Wom_. Even what you think is meet. + +_Leu_. Give her ten Crowns, we are full of business, +She is a poor Woman, let her take a Cheese home. +Enter the wench i' th' Office. [_Ex. Wom. and 1 Ma._ + +_2 Ma_. What's your name, Sister? + +_Phe_. _Phebe_, forsooth. + +_Leu_. A pretty name; 'twill do well: +Go in, and let the other Maid instruct you, _Phebe_. [_Ex. Phe._ +Let my old Velvet skirt be made fit for her. +I'll put her into action for a Wast-coat; +And when I have rigg'd her up once, this small Pinnace +Shall sail for Gold, and good store too; who's there? [_Knock within_ +Lord, shall we never have any ease in this world! +Still troubled! still molested! what would you have? _Enter_ Menipp[us]. +I cannot furnish you faster than I am able, +And ye were my Husband a thousand times, I cannot do it. +At least a dozen posts are gone this morning +For several parts of the Kingdom: I can do no more +But pay 'em, and instruct 'em. + +_Men_. Prithee, good sweet heart, +I come not to disturb thee, nor discourage thee, +I know thou labour'st truly: hark in thine ear. + +_Leu_. Ha! +What do you make so dainty on't? look there +I am an Ass, I can do nothing. + +_Men_. _Celia_? +I, this is she; a stranger born. + +_Leu_. What would you give for more now? + +_Men_. Prithee, my best _Leucippe_, there's much hangs on't, +Lodg'd at the end of _Mars_'s street? that's true too; +At the sack of such a Town, by such a Souldier +Preserv'd a Prisoner: and by Prince _Demetrius_ +Bought from that man again, maintain'd and favour'd: +How came you by this knowledg? + +_Leu_. Poor, weak man, +I have a thousand eyes, when thou art sleeping, +Abroad, and full of business. + +_Men_. You never try'd her? + +_Leu_. No, she is beyond my level; so hedg'd in +By the Princes infinite Love and Favour to her-- + +_Men_. She is a handsome Wench. + +_Leu_. A delicate, and knows it; +And out of that proof arms her self. + +_Men_. Come in then; +I have a great design from the King to you, +And you must work like wax now. + +_Leu_. On this Lady? + +_Men_. On this, and all your wits call home. + +_Leu_. I have done +Toys in my time of some note; old as I am, +I think my brains will work without barm; +Take up the Books. + +_Men_. As we go in, I'le tell ye. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Timon, Lords _and a_ Souldier. + +_Ant_. No face of sorrow for this loss, 'twill choak him, +Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature +So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd, +That the least adding to it adds to his ruine; +His loss is not so infinite, I hope, Souldier. + +_Soul_. Faith neither great, nor out of indiscretion. +The young men out of heat. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, Leontius, _and_ Lieutenant. + +_Ant_. I guess the manner. + +_Lord_. The Prince and't like your Grace. + +_Ant_. You are welcome home, Sir: +Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune, +And I my self have try'd the like: clear up man, +I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted +Your fear had lost, and that you had turn'd your back to 'em, +Basely besought their mercies-- + +_Leo_. No, no, by this hand, Sir, +We fought like honest and tall men. + +_Antig_. I know't _Leontius_: or if I thought +Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye, +Or too vain-glorious appetite of Fame, +Your men forgot and scatter'd. + +_Leo_. None of these, Sir, +He shew'd himself a noble Gentleman, +Every way apt to rule. + +_Ant_. These being granted; +Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, +That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? +I have lost a Battel. + +_Leo_. I, and fought it hard too. + +_Ant_. With as much means as man-- + +_Leo_. Or Devil could urge it. + +_Ant_. Twenty to one of our side now. + +_Leo_. Turn Tables, +Beaten like Dogs again, like Owls, you take it +To heart for flying but a mile before 'em; +And to say the truth, 'twas no flight neither, Sir, +'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk, +I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish, +And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver, +Blouded and bang'd almost a day before 'em, +And glad I have got off then. Here's a mad Shaver, +He fights his share I am sure, when e'r he comes to't; +Yet I have seen him trip it tithly too, +And cry the Devil take the hindmost ever. + +_Lieu_. I learnt it of my Betters. + +_Leo_. Boudge at this? + +_Ant_. Has Fortune but one Face? + +_Lieu_. In her best Vizard +Methinks she looks but lowzily. + +_Ant_. Chance, though she faint now, +And sink below our expectations, +Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her? + +_Dem_. 'Tis not, this day I fled before the Enemy, +And lost my People, left mine Honour murder'd, +My maiden Honour, never to be ransom'd, +(Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible) +Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these, +Time may turn straight again, experience perfect, +And new Swords cut new ways to nobler Fortunes. +O I have lost-- + +_Ant_. As you are mine forget it: +I do not think it loss. + +_Dem_. O Sir, forgive me, +I have lost my friends, those worthy Souls bred with me, +I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me: +I have lost all Arts, my Schools are taken from me, +Honour and Arms, no emulation left me: +I liv'd to see these men lost, look'd upon it: +These men that twin'd their loves to mine, their vertues; +O shame of shames! I saw and could not save 'em, +This carries Sulphur in't, this burns, and boils me, +And like a fatal Tomb, bestrides my memory. + +_Ant_. This was hard fortune, but if alive, and taken, +They shall be ransom'd: let it be at Millions. + +_Dem_. They are dead, they are dead. + +_Lieu_. When wou'd he weep for me thus? +I may be dead and powder'd. + +_Leo_. Good Prince, grieve not: +We are not certain of their deaths: the Enemy, +Though he be hot, and keen, +Yet holds good Quarter. +What Noise is this? + + [_Great Shout within: Enter Gentlemen._ + +_Lieu_. He does not follow us? +Give me a Steeple top. + +_Leo_. They live, they live, Sir. + +_Ant_. Hold up your manly face. +They live, they are here, Son. + +_Dem_. These are the men. + +_1 Gent_. They are, and live to honour ye. + +_Dem_. How 'scap'd ye noble friends? methought I saw ye +Even in the Jaws of Death. + +_2 Gent_. Thanks to our folly, +That spur'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't; +And ev'n beyond the hand of succour, beaten, +Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then, Sir, +Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell knoll, +And see the Grave a digging, tell. + +_Dem_. For Heavens sake +Delude mine Eyes no longer! how came ye off? + +_1 Gent_. Against all expectation, the brave _Seleucus_, +I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue, +When, through the Troops, he saw ye shoot like lightning; +And at your manly courage all took fire; +And after that, the misery we fell to +The never-certain Fate of War, considering, +As we stood all before him, Fortunes ruines, +Nothing but Death expecting, a short time +He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes. +Then with an eye of mercy inform'd his Judgment, +How yet unripe we were, unblown, unharden'd, +Unfitted for such fatal ends; he cryed out to us, +Go Gentlemen, commend me to your Master, +To the most High, and Hopeful Prince, _Demetrius_; +Tell him the Valour that he showed against me +This day, the Virgin Valour, and true fire, +Deserves even from an Enemy this courtesie; +Your Lives, and Arms freely. I'll give 'em: thank him. +And thus we are return'd, Sir. + +_Leo_. Faith, 'twas well done; +'Twas bravely done; was't not a noble part, Sir? + +_Lieu_. Had I been there, up had I gone, I am sure on't; +These noble tricks I never durst trust 'em yet. + +_Leo_. Let me not live, and't were not a famed honesty; +It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish Heaven, +But e'n the happiness, e'n that poor blessing +For all the sharp afflictions thou hast sent me, +But e'n i'th' head o'th' field, to take _Seleucus_. +I should do something memorable: fie, sad still? + +_1 Gent_. Do you grieve, we are come off? + +_Dem_. Unransom'd, was it? + +_2 Gent_. It was, Sir. + +_Dem_. And with such a fame to me? +Said ye not so? + +_Leo_. Ye have heard it. + +_Dem_. O _Leontius_! +Better I had lost 'em all: my self had perish'd, +And all my Fathers hopes. + +_Leo_. Mercy upon you; +What ails you, Sir? Death, do not make fools on's, +Neither go to Church, nor tarry at home, +That's a fine Horn-pipe? + +_Ant_. What's now your grief, _Demetrius_? + +_Dem_. Did he not beat us twice? + +_Leo_. He beat, a Pudding; +Beat us but once. + +_Dem_. H'as beat me twice, and beat me to a Coward. +Beat me to nothing. + +_Lieu_. Is not the Devil in him? + +_Leo_. I pray it be no worse. + +_Dem_. Twice conquer'd me. + +_Leo_. Bear witness all the world, I am a Dunce here. + +_Dem_. With valour first he struck me, then with honour, +That stroak _Leontius_, that stroak, dost thou not feel it? + +_Leo_. Whereabouts was it? for I remember nothing yet. + +_Dem_. All these Gentlemen +That were his Prisoners-- + +_Leo_. Yes, he set 'em free, Sir, +With Arms and honour. + +_Dem_. There, there, now thou hast it; +At mine own weapon, Courtesie has beaten me, +At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me, +Hotter than all the dint o'th' Fight he has charg'd me: +Am I not now a wretched fellow? think on't; +And when thou hast examin'd all wayes honorable, +And find'st no door left open to requite this, +Conclude I am a wretch, and was twice beaten. + +_Ant_. I have observ'd your way, and understand it, +And equal love it as _Demetrius_, +My noble child thou shalt not fall in vertue, +I and my power will sink first: you _Leontius_, +Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out again, +And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here, +Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye, +Before ye be i'th' field: the enemy is up still, +And still in full design: Charge him again, Son, +And either bring home that again thou hast lost there, +Or leave thy body by him. + +_Dem_. Ye raise me, +And now I dare look up again, _Leontius_. + +_Leo_. I, I, Sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em, +To make all straight; and who we shall give to th' Devil. +What saist thou now Lieutenant? + +_Lieu_. I say nothing. +Lord what ail I, that I have no mind to fight now? +I find my constitution mightily alter'd +Since I came home: I hate all noises too, +Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well +As any living man; why not as valiant? +To fight now, is a kind of vomit to me, +It goes against my stomach. + +_Dem_. Good Sir, presently; +You cannot doe your Son so fair a favour. + +_Ant_. 'Tis my intent: I'le see ye march away too. +Come, get your men together presently, _Leontius_, +And press where please you, as you march. + +_Leo_. We goe Sir. + +_Ant_. Wait you on me, I'le bring ye to your command, +And then to fortune give you up. + +_Dem_. Ye love me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. Goe, get the Drums, beat round, Lieutenant. + +_Lieu_. Hark ye, Sir, +I have a foolish business they call marriage. + +_Leo_. After the wars are done. + +_Lieu_. The partie staies Sir, +I have giv'n the Priest his mony too: all my friends Sir, +My Father, and my Mother. + +_Leo_. Will you goe forward? + +_Lieu_. She brings a pretty matter with her. + +_Leo_. Half a dozen Bastards. + +_Lieu_. Some fortie Sir. + +_Leo_. A goodly competency. + +_Lieu_. I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'le dispatch the matter, +'Tis but a night or two; I'le overtake ye Sir. + +_Leo_. The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter? + +_Lieu_. And if it be a boy, I'le even make bold Sir. + +_Leo_. Away with your whore, +A plague o' your whore, you damn'd Rogue, +Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing? + +_Lieu_. I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, +He's a sufficient Gentleman. + +_Leo_. Get forward. + +_Lieu_. Only receive her portion. + +_Leo_. Get ye forward; +Else I'le bang ye forward. + +_Lieu_. Strange Sir, +A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty +To doe the office of a man. + +_Leo_. Shame light on thee, +How came this whore into thy head? + +_Lieu_. This whore Sir? +'Tis strange, a poor whore. + +_Leo_. Do not answer me, +Troop, Troop away; do not name this whore again, +Or think there is a whore. + +_Lieu_. That's very hard Sir. + +_Leo_. For if thou dost, look to't, I'le have thee guelded, +I'le walk ye out before me: not a word more. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter_ Leucippe, _and_ Governess. + +_Leu_. Ye are the Mistris of the house ye say, +Where this young Lady lies. + +_Gov_. For want of a better. + +_Leu_. You may be good enough for such a purpose: +When was the Prince with her? answer me directly. + +_Gov_. Not since he went a warring. + +_Leu_. Very well then: +What carnal copulation are you privie to +Between these two? be not afraid, we are women, +And may talk thus amongst our selves, no harm in't. + +_Gov_. No sure, there's no harm in't, I conceive that; +But truly, that I ever knew the Gentlewoman +Otherwise given, than a hopefull Gentlewoman-- + +_Leu_. You'l grant me the Prince loves her? + +_Gov_. There I am with ye. +And the gods bless her, promises her mightily. + +_Leu_. Stay there a while. And gives her gifts? + +_Gov_. Extreamly; +And truly makes a very Saint of her. + +_Leu_. I should think now, +(Good woman let me have your judgement with me, +I see 'tis none of the worst: Come sit down by me) +That these two cannot love so tenderly. + +_Gov_. Being so young as they are too. + +_Leu_. You say well-- +But that methinks some further promises-- + +_Gov_. Yes, yes, +I have heard the Prince swear he would marry her. + +_Leu_. Very well still: they do not use to fall out? + +_Gov_. The tenderest Chickens to one another, +They cannot live an hour asunder. + +_Leu_. I have done then; +And be you gone; you know your charge, and do it. +You know whose will it is; if you transgress it-- +That is, if any have access, or see her, +Before the Kings will be fulfill'd-- + +_Gov_. Not the Prince, Madam? + +_Leu_. You'I be hang'd if you doe it, that I'le assure ye. + +_Gov_. But ne'retheless, I'le make bold to obey ye. + +_Leu_. Away, and to your business then. + +_Gov_. 'Tis done, Madam. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA_ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Menippus. + +_Ant_. Thou hast taken wondrous pains; but yet _Menippus_, +You understand not of what bloud and country. + +_Men_. I labour'd that, but cannot come to know it. +A _Greek_ I am sure she is, she speaks this language. + +_Ant_. Is she so excellent handsom? + +_Men_. Most inticing. + +_Ant_. Sold for a prisoner? + +_Men_. Yes Sir, +Some poor creature. + +_Ant_. And he loves tenderly? + +_Men_. They say extreamly. + +_Ant_. 'Tis well prevented then: yes, I perceiv'd it: +When he took leave now, he made a hundred stops, +Desir'd an hour, but half an hour, a minute, +Which I with anger cross'd; I knew his business, +I knew 'twas she he hunted on; this journey, man, +I beat out suddenly for her cause intended, +And would not give him time to breath. When comes she? + +_Men_. This morning Sir. + +_Ant_. Lodge her to all delight then: +For I would have her try'd to th' test: I know, +She must be some crackt coyn, not fit his traffique, (her, +Which when we have found, the shame will make him leave +Or we shall work a nearer way: I'le bury him, +And with him all the hopes I have cast upon him, +E're he shall dig his own grave in that woman: +You know which way to bring her: I'le stand close there, +To view her as she passes: and do you hear _Menippus_, +Observe her with all sweetness: humour her, +'Twill make her lie more careless to our purposes. +Away, and take what helps you please. + +_Men_. I am gone Sir. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Celia, _and_ Governess. + +_Cel_. Governess, from whom was this Gown sent me? +Prethee be serious true; I will not wear't else: +'Tis a handsom one. + +_Gov_. As though you know not? + +_Cel_. No faith: +But I believe, for certain too, yet I wonder, +Because it was his caution, this poor way, +Still to preserve me from the curious searchings +Of greedy eyes. + +_Gov_. You have it: does it please you? + +_Cel_. 'Tis very rich, methinks too, prethee tell me? + +_Gov_. From one that likes you well, never look coy, Lady; +These are no gifts, to be put off with powtings. + +_Cel_. Powtings, and gifts? is it from any stranger? + +_Gov_. You are so curious, that there is no talk to ye. +What if it be I pray ye? + +_Cel_. Unpin good Governess, +Quick, quick. + +_Gov_. Why, what's the matter? + +_Cel_. Quick, good Governess: +Fie on't, how beastly it becomes me! poorly! +A trick put in upon me? well said Governess: +I vow I would not wear it--out, it smells musty. +Are these your tricks? now I begin to smell it, +Abominable musty; will you help me? +The Prince will come again-- + +_Gov_. You are not mad sure? + +_Cel_. As I live I'le cut it off: a pox upon it; +For sure it was made for that use; do you bring me Liveries? +Stales to catch Kites? dost thou laugh too, thou base woman? + +_Gov_. I cannot chuse, if I should be hang'd. + +_Cel_. Abuse me, +And then laugh at me too? + +_Gov_. I do not abuse ye: +Is it abuse, to give him drink that's thirsty? +You want cloaths; is it such a hainous sin I beseech ye, +To see you stor'd? + +_Cel_. There is no greater wickedness +Than this way. + +_Gov_. What way? + +_Cel_. I shall curse thee fearfully, +If thou provok'st me further: and take heed, woman; +My curses never miss. + +_Gov_. Curse him that sent it. + +_Cel_. Tell but his name-- + +_Gov_. You dare not curse him. + +_Cel_. Dare not? +By this fair light-- + +_Gov_. You are so full of passion-- + +_Cel_. Dare not be good? be honest? dare not curse him? + +_Gov_. I think you dare not: I believe so. + +_Cel_. Speak him. + +_Gov_. Up with your valour then, up with it bravely, +And take your full charge. + +_Cel_. If I do not, hang me; +Tell but his name. + +_Gov_. 'Twas Prince Demetrius sent it: +Now, now, give fire, kill him i'th' eye now Lady. + +_Cel_. Is he come home? + +_Gov_. It seems so; but your curse now. + +_Cel_. You do not lie, I hope. + +_Gov. You dare not curse him. + +_Cel_. Prethee do not abuse me: is he come home indeed? +For I would now with all my heart believe thee. + +_Gov_. Nay, you may chuse: alas, I deal for strangers, +That send ye scurvie musty Gowns, stale Liveries: +I have my tricks. + +_Cel_. 'Tis a good gown, a handsome one; +I did but jest; where is he? + +_Gov_. He that sent it-- + +_Cel_. How? he that sent it? is't come to that again? +Thou canst not be so foolish: prethee speak out, +I may mistake thee. + +_Gov_. I said he that sent it. + +_Cel_. Curse o' my life: why dost thou vex me thus? +I know thou meanest Demetrius, dost thou not? +I charge thee speak truth: if it be any other, +Thou knowst the charge he gave thee, and the justice +His anger will'inflift, if e're he know this, +As know he shall, he shall, thou spightfull woman, +Thou beastly woman; and thou shalt know too late too, +And feel too sensible, I am no ward, +No sale stuff for your money Merchants that sent if? +Who dare send me, or how durst thou, thou-- + +_Gov_. What you please: +For this is ever the reward of service. +The Prince shall bring the next himself. + +_Cel_. 'Tis strange +That you should deal so peevishly: beshrew ye, +You have put me in a heat. + +_Gov_. I am sure ye have kill'd me: +I ne're receiv'd such language: I can but wait upon ye, +And be your drudge; keep a poor life to serve ye. + +_Cel_. You know my nature is too easie, Governess, +And you know now, I am sorry too: how does he? + +_Gov_. O God, my head. + +_Cel_. Prethee be well, and tell me, +Did he speak of me, since he came? nay, see now, +If thou wilt leave this tyranny? good sweet governess, +Did he but name his _Celia_? look upon me, +Upon my faith I meant no harm: here, take this, +And buy thy self some trifles: did he good wench? + +_Gov_. He loves ye but too dearly. + +_Cel_. That's my good Governess. + +_Gov_. There's more cloaths making for ye. + +_Cel_. More cloaths? + +_Gov_. More: +Richer and braver; I can tell ye that news; +And twenty glorious things. + +_Cel_. To what use Sirrah? + +_Gov_. Ye are too good for our house now: we poor wretches +Shall lose the comfort of ye. + +_Cel_. No, I hope not. + +_Gov_. For ever lose ye Lady. + +_Cel_. Lose me? wherefore? +I hear of no such thing. + +_Gov_. 'Tis sure it must be so: +You must shine now at Court: such preparation, +Such hurry, and such hanging rooms-- + +_Cel_. To th' Court wench? +Was it to th' Court thou saidst? + +_Gov_. You'l find it so. + +_Cel_. Stay, stay, this cannot be. + +_Gov_. I say it must be: +I hope to find ye still the same good Lady. + +_Cel_. To th' Court? this stumbles me: art sure for me wench, +This preparation is? + +_Gov_. She is perilous crafty: +I fear too honest for us all too. Am I sure I live? + +_Cel_. To th' Court? this cannot down: what should I do there? +Why should he on a suddain change his mind thus, +And not make me acquainted? sure he loves me; +His vow was made against it, and mine with him: +At least while this King liv'd: he will come hither, +And see me e're I goe? + +_Gov_. Wou'd some wise woman +Had her in working. That I think he will not, +Because he means with all joy there to meet ye. +Ye shall hear more within this hour. + +_Cel_. A Courtier? +What may that meaning be? sure he will see me +If he be come, he must: Hark ye good Governess, +What age is the King of? + +_Gov_. He's an old man, and full of business. + +_Cel_. I fear too full indeed: what Ladys are there? +I would be loth to want good company. + +_Gov_. Delicate young Ladys, as you would desire; +And when you are acquainted, the best company. + +_Cel_. 'Tis very well: prethee goe in, let's talk more. +For though I fear a trick, Fie bravely try it. + +_Gov_. I see he must be cunning, +Knocks this Doe down. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter_ Lieutenant, _and_ Leontius, _Drums within_. + +_Leo_. You shall not have your will, sirrah, are ye running? +Have ye gotten a toy in your heels? Is this a season, +When honour pricks ye on, to prick your ears up, +After your whore, your Hobby-horse? + +_Lieu_. Why look ye now: +What a strange man are you? would you have a man fight +At all hours all alike? + +_Leo_. Do but fight something; +But half a blow, and put thy stomach to't: +Turn but thy face, and do-make mouths at 'em. + +_Lieu_. And have my teeth knockt out; I thank ye heartily, +Ye are my dear friend. + +_Leo_. What a devil ails thee? +Dost long to be hang'd? + +_Lieu_. Faith Sir, I make no suit for't: +But rather Fhan I would live thus out of charity, +Continually in brawling-- + +_Leo_. Art thou not he? +I may be cosen'd-- + +_Lieu_, I shall be discover'd. + +_Leo_. That in the midst of thy most hellish pains, +When thou wert crawling sick, didst aim at wonders, +When thou wert mad with pain? + +_Lieu_. Ye have found the cause out; +I had ne're been mad to fight else: I confess Sir, +The daily torture of my side that vext me, +Made me as daily careless what became of me, +Till a kind sword there wounded me, and eas'd me; +'Twas nothing in my valour fought; I am well now, +And take some pleasure in my life, methinks now, +It shews as mad a thing to me to see you scuffle, +And kill one another foolishly for honour, +As 'twas to you, [t]o see me play the coxcomb. + +_Leo_. And wilt thou ne're fight more? + +_Lieu_. I'th' mind I am in. + +_Leo_. Nor never be sick again? + +_Lieu_. I hope I shall not. + +_Leo_. Prethee be sick again: prethee, I beseech thee, +Be just so sick again. + +_Lieu_. I'le just be hang'd first. + +_Leo_. If all the Arts that are can make a Colique, +Therefore look to't: or if imposthumes, mark me, +As big as foot-balls-- + +_Lieu_. Deliver me. + +_Leo_. Or stones of ten pound weight i'th' kidneys, +Through ease and ugly dyets may be gather'd; +I'le feed ye up my self Sir, I'le prepare ye, +You cannot fight, unless the Devil tear ye, +You shall not want provocations, I'le scratch ye, +I'le have thee have the tooth-ach, and the head-ach. + +_Lieu_. Good Colonel, I'le doe any thing. + +_Leo_. No, no, nothing-- +Then will I have thee blown with a pair of Smiths bellows, +Because ye shall be sure to have a round gale with ye, +Fill'd full of oyle o'Devil, and _Aqua-fortis_, +And let these work, these may provoke. + +_Lieu_. Good Colonel. + +_Leo_. A coward in full bloud; prethee be plain with me, +Will roasting doe thee any good? + +_Lieu_. Nor basting neither, Sir. + +_Leo_. Marry that goes hard. + +_Enter_ 1 Gentleman. + +_1 Gent_. Where are you Colonel? +The Prince experts ye Sir; h'as hedg'd the enemy +Within a streight, where all the hopes and valours +Of all men living cannot force a passage, +He has 'em now. + +_Leo_. I knew all this before Sir, +I chalk'd him out his way: but do you see that thing there? + +_Lieu_. Nay good sweet Colonel, I'le fight a little. + +_Leo_. That thing? + +_1 Gent_. What thing? I see the brave Lieutenant. + +_Leo_. Rogue, what a name hast thou lost? + +_Lieu_. You may help it, +Yet you may help't: I'le doe ye any courtesie: +I know you love a wench well. + +_Enter_ 2 Gentlemen. + +_Leo_. Look upon him; +Do you look too. + +_2 Gent_. What should I look on? +I come to tell ye, the Prince stayes your direction, +We have 'em now i'th' Coop, Sir. + +_Leo_. Let 'em rest there, +And chew upon their miseries: but look first-- + +_Lieu_. I cannot fight for all this. + +_Leo_. Look on this fellow. + +_2 Gent_. I know him; 'tis the valiant brave Lieutenant. +Leo. Canst thou hear this, and play the Rogue? steal off quickly, +Behind me quickly neatly do it, +And rush into the thickest of the enemy, +And if thou kill'st but two. + +_Lieu_. You may excuse me, +'Tis not my fault: I dare not fight. + +_Leo_. Be rul'd yet, +I'le beat thee on; goe wink and fight: a plague upon your sheeps heart. + +_2 Gent_. What's all this matter? + +_1 Gent_. Nay I cannot shew ye. + +_Leo_. Here's twenty pound, goe but smell to 'em. + +_Lieu_. Alas Sir, +I have taken such a cold I can smell nothing. + +_Leo_. I can smell a Rascal, a rank Rascal: +Fye, how he stinks, stinks like a tyred Jade. + +_2 Gent_. What Sir? + +_Leo_. Why, that Sir, do not you smell him? + +_2 Gent_. Smell him? + +_Lieu_. I must endure. + +_Leo_. Stinks like a dead Dog, Carrion-- +There's no such damnable smell under Heaven, +As the faint sweat of a Coward: will ye fight yet? + +_Lieu_. Nay, now I defie ye; ye have spoke the worst ye can +Of me, and if every man should take what you say +To the heart.-- + +_Leo_. God ha' Mercy, +God ha' Mercy with all my heart; here I forgive thee; +And fight, or fight not, do but goe along with us, +And keep my Dog. + +_Lieu_. I love a good Dog naturally. + +_1 Gent_. What's all this stir, Lieutenant? + +_Lieu_. Nothing Sir, +But a slight matter of argument. + +_Leo_. Pox take thee. +Sure I shall love this Rogue, he's so pretty a Coward. +Come Gentlemen, let's up now, and if fortune +Dare play the slut again, I'le never more Saint her, +Come play-fellow, come, prethee come up; come chicken, +I have a way shall fit yet: A tame knave, +Come, look upon us. + +_Lieu_. I'le tell ye who does best boyes. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Menippus, _above_. + +_Men_. I saw her coming out. + +_Ant_. Who waits upon her? + +_Men_. _Timon_, _Charinthus_, and some other Gentlemen, +By me appointed. + +_Ant_. Where's your wife? + +_Men_. She's ready +To entertain her here Sir; and some Ladies +Fit for her lodgings. + +_Ant_. How shews she in her trim now? + +_Men_. Oh most divinely sweet. + +_Ant_. Prethee speak softly. +How does she take her coming? + +_Men_. She bears it bravely; +But what she thinks--For Heaven sake Sir preserve me-- +If the Prince chance to find this. + +_Ant_. Peace ye old fool; +She thinks to meet him here. + +_Men_. That's all the Project. + +_Ant_. Was she hard to bring? + +_Men_. No she believ'd it quickly, +And quickly made her self fit, the Gown a little, +And those new things she has not been acquainted with, +At least in this place, where she liv'd a prisoner, +Troubled and stirr'd her mind. But believe me Sir, +She has worn as good, they sit so apted to her; +And she is so great a Mistris of disposure: +Here they come now: but take a full view of her. + +_Enter_ Celia, Timon, Charinthus, _and_ Gent. + +_Ant_. How cheerfully she looks? how she salutes all? +And how she views the place? she is very young sure: +That was an admirable smile, a catching one, +The very twang of Cupids bow sung in it: +She has two-edg'd eyes, they kill o' both sides. + +_Men_. She makes a stand, as though she would speak. + +_Ant_. Be still then. + +_Cel_. Good Gentlemen, trouble your selves no further, +I had thought sure to have met a noble friend here. + +_Tim_. Ye may meet many Lady. + +_Cel_. Such as you are +I covet few or none, Sir. + +_Char_. Will you walk this way, +And take the sweets o'th' garden? cool and close, Lady. + +_Cel_. Methinks this open air's far better, tend ye that way +Pray where's the woman came along? + +_Char_. What woman? + +_Cel_. The woman of the house I lay at. + +_Tim_. Woman? +Here was none came along sure. + +_Cel_. Sure I am catcht then: +Pray where's the Prince? + +_Char_. He will not be long from ye, +We are his humble Servants. + +_Cel_. I could laugh now, +To see how finely I am cozen'd: yet I fear not, +For sure I know a way to scape all dangers. + +_Tim_. Madam, your lodgings lye this way. + +_Cel_. My Lodgings? +For Heaven sake Sir, what office do I bear here? + +_Tim_. The great commander of all hearts. + +_Enter_ Leucippe, _and_ Ladies. + +_Cel_. You have hit it. +I thank your sweet heart for it. Who are these now? + +_Char_. Ladies that come to serve ye. + +_Cel_. Well consider'd, +Are you my Servants? + +_Lady_. Servants to your pleasures. + +_Cel_. I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye: +Catch'd with a trick? well, I must bear it patiently: +Methinks this Court's a neat place: all the people +Of so refin'd a size-- + +_Tim_. This is no poor Rogue. + +_Leu_. Were it a Paradise to please your fancy, +And entertain the sweetness you bring with ye. + +_Cel_. Take breath; +You are fat, and many words may melt ye, +This is three Bawdes beaten into one; bless me Heaven, +What shall become of me? I am i'th' pitfall: +O' my conscience, this is the old viper, and all these little ones +Creep every night into her belly; do you hear plump servant +And you my little sucking Ladies, you must teach me, +For I know you are excellent at carriage, +How to behave my self, for I am rude yet: +But you say the Prince will come? + +_Lady_. Will flie to see you. + +_Cel_. For look you if a great man, say the King now +Should come and visit me? + +_Men_. She names ye. + +_Ant_. Peace fool. + +_Cel_. And offer me a kindness, such a kindness. + +_Leu_. I, such a kindness. + +_Cel_. True Lady such a kindness, +What shall that kindness be now? + +_Leu_. A witty Lady, +Learn little ones, learn. + +_Cel_. Say it be all his favour. + +_Leu_. And a sweet saying 'tis. + +_Cel_. And I grow peevish? + +_Leu_. You must not be negleftfull. + +_Cel_. There's the matter, +There's the main doctrine now, and I may miss it, +Or a kind handsom Gentleman? + +_Leu_. You say well. + +_Cel_. They'I count us basely bred. + +_Leu_. Not freely nurtur'd. + +_Cel_. I'le take thy counsel. + +_Leu_. 'Tis an excellent woman. + +_Cel_. I find a notable volum here, a learned one; +Which way? for I would fain be in my chamber; +In truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; fie, +How hot the air beats on me! + +_Lady_. This way Madam. + +_Cel_. Now by mine honour, I grow wondrous faint too. + +_Leu_. Your fans sweet Gentlewomen, your fans. + +_Cel_. Since I am fool'd, +I'le make my self some sport, though I pay dear for't. [_Ex._ + +_Men_. You see now what a manner of woman she is Sir. + +_Ant_. Thou art an ass. + +_Men_. Is this a fit love for the Prince: + +_Ant_. A coxcombe: +Now by my crown a daintie wench, a sharp wench, +And/a matchless Spirit: how she jeer'd 'em? +How carelesly she scoff'd 'em? use her nobly; +I would I had not seen her: wait anon, +And then you shall have more to trade upon. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter_ Leontius, _and the_ 2 Gentlemen. + +_Leo_. We must keep a round, and a strong watch to night, +The Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning: +But for the trick I told ye for this Rascal, +This rogue, that health and strong heart makes a coward. + +_1 Gent_. I, if it take. + +_Leo_. Ne're fear it, the Prince has it, +And if he let it fall, I must not know it; +He will suspecl: me presently: but you two +May help the plough. + +_2 Gent_. That he is sick again. + +_Leo_. Extreamly sick: his disease grown incurable, +Never yet found, nor touch'd at. + +_Enter_ Lieutenant. + +_2 Gent_. Well, we have it, +And here he comes. + +_Leo_. The Prince has been upon him, +What a flatten face he has now? it takes, believe it; +How like an Ass he looks? + +_Lieu_. I feel no great pain, +At least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly +I grow extreamly faint: how cold I sweat now! + +_Leo_. So, so, so. + +_Lieu_. And now 'tis ev'n too true, I feel a pricking, +A pricking, a strange pricking: how it tingles! +And as it were a stitch too: the Prince told me, +And every one cri'd out I was a dead man; +I had thought I had been as well-- + +_Leo_. Upon him now Boys, +And do it most demurely. + +_1 Gent_. How now _Lieutenant_? + +_Lieu_. I thank ye Gentlemen. + +_1 Gent_. 'Life, how looks this man? +How dost thou good _Lieutenant_? + +_2 Gent_. I ever told ye +This man was never cur'd, I see it too plain now; +How do you feel your self? you look not perfect, +How dull his eye hangs? + +_1 Gent_. That may be discontent. + +_2 Gent_. Believe me friend, I would not suffer now +The tith of those pains this man feels; mark his forehead +What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon't? + +_Lieu_. I have it, +Again I have it; how it grows upon me! +A miserable man I am. + +_Leo_. Ha, ha, ha, +A miserable man thou shall be, +This is the tamest Trout I ever tickl'd. + +_Enter_ 2 Physicians. + +_1 Phy_. This way he went. + +_2 Phy_. Pray Heaven we find him living, +He's a brave fellow, 'tis pity he should perish thus. + +_1 Phy_. A strong hearted man, and of a notable sufferance. + +_Lieu_. Oh, oh. + +_1 Gent_. How now? how is it man? + +_Lieu_. Oh Gentlemen, +Never so full of pain. + +_2 Gent_. Did I not tell ye? + +_Lieu_. Never so full of pain, Gentlemen. + +_1 Phy_. He is here; +How do you, Sir? + +_2 Phy_. Be of good comfort, Souldier, +The Prince has sent us to you. + +_Lieu_. Do you think I may live? + +_2 Phy_. He alters hourly, strangely. + +_1 Phy_. Yes, you may live: but-- + +_Leo_. Finely butted, Doctor. + +_1 Gent_. Do not discourage him. + +_1 Phy_. He must be told truth, +'Tis now too late to trifle. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Gent. + +_2 Gent_. Here the Prince comes. + +_Dem_. How now Gentlemen? + +_2 Gent_. Bewailing, Sir, a Souldier, +And one I think, your Grace will grieve to part with, +But every living thing-- + +_Dem_. 'Tis true, must perish, +Our lives are but our marches to our graves, +How dost thou now _Lieutenant?_ + +_Lieu_. Faith 'tis true, Sir, +We are but spans, and Candles ends. + +_Leo_. He's finely mortified. + +_Dem_. Thou art heart whole yet I see he alters strangely, +And that apace too; I saw it this morning in him, +When he poor man, I dare swear-- + +_Lieu_. No believ't, Sir, +I never felt it. + +_Dem_. Here lies the pain now: how he is swel'd? + +_1 Phy_. The Impostume +Fed with a new malignant humour now, +Will grow to such a bigness, 'tis incredible, +The compass of a Bushel will not hold it. +And with such a Hell of torture it will rise too-- + +_Dem_. Can you endure me touch it? + +_Lieu_. Oh, I beseech you, Sir: +I feel you sensibly ere you come near me. + +_Dem_. He's finely wrought, he must be cut, no Cure else, +And suddenly, you see how fast he blows out. + +_Lieu_. Good Master Doctors, let me be beholding to you, +I feel I cannot last. + +_2 Phy_. For what _Lieutenant?_ + +_Lieu_. But ev'n for half a dozen Cans of good Wine, +That I may drink my will out: I faint hideously. (men, + +_Dem_. Fetch him some Wine; and since he must go Gentle--Why +let him take his journey merrily. + +_Enter_ Servant _with Wine._ + +_Lieu_. That's ev'n the nearest way. + +_Leo_. I could laugh dead now. + +_Dem_. Here, off with that. + +_Lieu_. These two I give your Grace, +A poor remembrance of a dying man, Sir, +And I beseech you wear 'em out. + +_Dem_._ I will Souldier, +These are fine Legacies. + +_Lieu_. Among the Gentlemen, +Even all I have left; I am a poor man, naked, +Yet something for remembra[n]ce: four a piece Gentlemen, +And so my body where you please. + +_Leo_. It will work. + +_Lieu_. I make your Grace my Executor, and I beseech ye +See my poor Will fulfill'd: sure I shall walk else. + +_Dem_. As full as they can be fill'd, here's my hand, Souldier. + +_1 Gent_. The Wine will tickle him. + +_Lieut_. I would hear a Drum beat, +But to see how I could endure it. + +_Dem_. Beat a Drum there. [_Drum within_. + +_Lieu_. Oh Heavenly Musick, I would hear one sing to't; +I am very full of pain. + +_Dem_. Sing? 'tis impossible. + +_Lieu_. Why, then I would drink a Drum full: +Where lies the Enemy? + +_2 Gent_. Why, here close by. + +_Leo_. Now he begins to muster. + +_Lieu_. And dare he fight? +Dare he fight Gentlemen? + +_1 Phy_. You must not cut him: +He's gone then in a moment; all the hope left, is +To work his weakness into suddain anger, +And make him raise his passion above his pain, +And so dispose him on the Enemy; +His body then, being stir'd with violence, +Will purge it self and break the sore. + +_Dem_. 'Tis true, Sir. + +_1 Phy_. And then my life for his. + +_Lieu_. I will not dye thus. + +_Dem_. But he is too weak to do-- + +_Lieu_. Dye like a Dog? + +_2 Phy_. I, he's weak, but yet he's heart whole. + +_Lieu_. Hem. + +_Dem_. An excellent sign. + +_Lieu_. Hem. + +_Dem_. Stronger still, and better. + +_Lieu_. Hem, hem; ran, tan, tan, tan, tan. [_Exit_. + +_1 Phy_. Now he's i'th' way on't. + +_Dem._ Well go thy waies, thou wilt do something certain. + +_Leo._ And some brave thing, or let mine ears be cut off. +He's finely wrought. + +_Dem._ Let's after him. + +_Leo._ I pray, Sir; +But how this Rogue, when this cloud's melted in him, +And all discover'd-- + +_Dem._ That's for an after mirth, away, away, away. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA VI._ + + +_Enter Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Souldiers._ + +_Sel_. Let no man fear to dye: we love to sleep all, +And death is but the sounder sleep; all ages, +And all hours call us; 'tis so common, easie, +That little Children tread those paths before us; +We are not sick, nor our souls prest with sorrows, +Nor go we out like tedious tales, forgotten; +High, high we come, and hearty to our Funerals, +And as the Sun that sets, in bloud let's fall. + +_Lysi_. 'Tis true, they have us fast, we cannot scape 'em +Nor keeps the brow of fortune one smile for us, +Dishonourable ends we can scape though, +And (worse than those Captivities) we can die, +And dying nobly, though we leave behind us +These clods of flesh, that are too massie burthens, +Our living souls flie crown'd with living conquests. + +_Ptol_. They have begun, fight bravely, and fall bravely; +And may that man that seeks to save his life now +By price, or promise, or by fear falls from us, +Never again be blest with name of Souldier. + +_Enter a Souldier._ + +_Sel_. How now? who charged first? I seek a brave hand +To set me off in death. + +_Soul_. We are not charg'd, Sir, +The Prince lies still. + +_Sel_. How comes this Larum up then? + +_Soul_. There is one desperate fellow, with the Devil in him +(He never durst do this else) has broke into us, +And here he bangs ye two or three before him, +There five or six; ventures upon whole Companies. + +_Ptol_. And is not seconded? + +_Soul_. Not a man follows. + +_Sel_. Nor cut i' pieces? + +_Soul_. Their wonder yet has staid 'em. + +_Sel_. Let's in, and see this miracle? + +_Ptol_. I admire it. [_Ex._ + +_Enter Leontius, and Gentlemen._ + +_Leon_. Fetch him off, fetch him off; I am sure he's clouted; +Did I hot tell you how 'twould take? + +_1 Gent_. 'Tis admirable. + +_Enter Lieutenant with Colours in his hand, pursuing 3 or 4 Souldiers._ + +_Lie_. Follow that blow, my friend, there's at your coxcombs, +I fight to save me from the Surgions miseries. + +_Leo_. How the Knave curries 'em? + +_Lieu_. You cannot Rogues, +Till you have my Diseases, flie my fury, +Ye Bread and Butter Rogues, do ye run from me? +And my side would give me leave, I would so hunt ye, +Ye Porridg gutted Slaves, ye Veal broth-Boobies. + +_Enter Demetrius, and Physicians, and Gentlemen._ + +_Leo_. Enough, enough _Lieutenant_, thou hast done bravely. + +_Dem_. Mirrour of man. + +_Lieu_. There's a Flag for ye, Sir, +I took it out o'th' shop, and never paid for't, +I'le to 'em again, I am not come to th' text yet. + +_Dem_. No more my Souldier: beshrew my heart he is hurt sore. + +_Leo_. Hang him, he'l lick all th^se whole. + +_1 Phy_. Now will we take him, +And Cure him in a trice. + +_Dem_. Be careful of him. + +_Lieu_. Let me live but two years, +And do what ye will with me; +I never had but two hours yet of happiness; +Pray ye give me nothing to provoke my valour, +For I am ev'n as weary of this fighting-- + +_2 Phy_. Ye shall have nothing; come to the Princes Tent +And there the Surgions presently shall search ye, +Then to your rest. + +_Lieu_. A little handsome Litter +To lay me in, and I shall sleep. + +_Leo_. Look to him. + +_Dem_. I do believe a Horse begot this fellow, +He never knew his strength yet; they are our own. + +_Leo_. I think so, I am cozen'd else; I would but see now +A way to fetch these off, and save their honours. + +_Dem_. Only their lives. + +_Leo_. Pray ye take no way of peace now, +Unless it be with infinite advantage. + +_Dem_. I shall be rul'd; +Let the Battels now move forward, +Our self will give the signal: _Enter_ Trumpet _and_ Herald. +Now Herald, what's your message? + +_Her_. From my Masters, +This honourable courtesie, a Parley +For half an hour, no more, Sir. + +_Dem_. Let 'em come on, +They have my Princely word. + +_Enter_ Seleucus, Lysimacus, Ptolomie, _Attendants, Souldiers._ + +_Her_. They are here to attend ye. + +_Dem_. Now Princes, your demands? + +_Sel_. Peace, if it may be +Without the too much tainture of our honour: +Peace, and we'l buy it too. + +_Dem_. At what price? + +_Lysi_. Tribute. + +_Ptol_. At all the charge of this War. + +_Leo_. That will not do. + +_Sel_. _Leontius_, you and I have serv'd together, +And run through many a Fortune with our swords, +Brothers in Wounds and Health; one meat has fed us, +One Tent a thousand times from cold night cover'd us: +Our loves have been but one; and had we died then, +One Monument had held our names, and actions: +Why do you set upon your friends such prices? +And sacrifice to giddy chance such Trophies? +Have we forgot to dye? or are our vertues +Less in afflictions constant, than our fortunes? +Ye are deceiv'd old Souldier. + +_Leo_. I know your worths, +And thus low bow in reverence to your vertues: +Were these my Wars, or led my power in chief here, +I knew then how to meet your memories: +They are my Kings imployments; this man fights now, +To whom I ow all duty, faith, and service; +This man that fled before ye; call back that, +That bloudy day again, call that disgrace home, +And then an easie Peace may sheath our Swords up. +I am not greedy of your lives and fortunes, +Nor do I gape ungratefully to swallow ye. +Honour, the spur of all illustrious natures, +That made you famous Souldiers, and next Kings, +And not ambitious envy strikes me forward. +Will ye unarm, and yield your selves his prisoners? + +_Sel_. We never knew what that sound meant: no Gyves +Shall ever bind this body, but embraces; +Nor weight of sorrow here, till Earth fall on me. + +_Leo_. Expect our charge then. + +_Lysi_. 'Tis the nobler courtesie: +And so we leave the hand of Heaven to bless us. + +_Dem_. Stay, have you any hope? + +_Sel_. We have none left us, +But that one comfort of our deaths together; +Give us but room to fight. + +_Leo_. Win it, and wear it. + +_Ptol_. Call from the hills those Companies hang o're us, +Like bursting Clouds; and then break in, and take us. + +_Dem_. Find such a Souldier will forsake advantage, +And we'll draw off to shew I dare be noble, +And hang a light out to ye in this darkness, +The light of peace; give up those Cities, Forts, +And all those Frontier Countries to our uses. + +_Sel_. Is this the Peace? Traitors to those that feed us, +Our Gods and people? give our Countries from us? + +_Lysi_. Begin the Knell, it sounds a great deal sweeter. + +_Ptol_. Let loose your servant, death. + +_Sel_. Fall fate upon us, +Our memories shall never stink behind us. + +_Dem_. Seleucus_, great _Seleucus_. + +_Sol_. The Prince calls, Sir. + +_Dem_. Thou stock of nobleness, and courtesie, +Thou Father of the War-- + +_Leo_. What means the Prince now? + +_Dem_. Give me my Standard here. + +_Lysi_. His anger's melted. + +_Dem_. You Gentlemen that were his prisoners, +And felt the bounty of that noble nature, +Lay all your hands, and bear these Colours to him, +The Standard of the Kingdom; take it Souldier. + +_Ptol_. What will this mean? + +_Dem_. Thou hast won it, bear it off, +And draw thy men home whilest we wait upon thee. + +_Sel_. You shall have all our Countries. + +_Lysi. Ptol_. All by Heaven, Sir. + +_Dem_. I will not have a stone, a bush, a bramble, +No, in the way of courtesie, I'le start ye; +Draw off, and make a lane through all the Army, +That these that have subdu'd us, may march through us. + +_Sel_. Sir, do not make me surfeit with such goodness, +I'le bear your Standard for ye; follow ye. + +_Dem_. I swear it shall be so, march through me fairly, +And thine be this days honour, great _Seleucus_. + +_Ptol_. Mirrour of noble minds. + +_Dem_. Nay then ye hate me. + +_Leo_. I cannot speak now: _ [Ex. with Drums, and Shouts._ +Well, go thy wayes; at a sure piece of bravery +Thou art the best, these men are won by th' necks now: +I'le send a Post away. + + + + +_ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, and Menippus._ + +_Ant_. No aptness in her? + +_Men_. Not an immodest motion, +And yet when she is courted, +Makes as wild witty answers. + +_Ant_. This more fires me, +I must not have her thus. + +_Men_. We cannot alter her. + +_Ant_. Have ye put the youths upon her? + +_Men_. All that know any thing, +And have been studied how to catch a beauty, +But like so many whelps about an Elephant-- +The Prince is coming home, Sir. + +_Ant_. I hear that too, +But that's no matter; am I alter'd well? + +_Men_. Not to be known I think, Sir. + +_Ant_. I must see her. + +_Enter 2 Gentlemen, or Lords._ + +_1 Gent_. I offered all I had, all I could think of, +I tri'd her through all the points o'th' compass, I think. + +_2 Gent_. She studies to undo the Court, to plant here +The Enemy to our Age, Chastity; +She is the first, that e're bauk'd a close Arbour, +And the sweet contents within: She hates curl'd heads too, +And setting up of beards she swears is Idolatry. + +_1 Gent_. I never knew so fair a face so froze; +Yet she would make one think-- + +_2 Gent_. True by her carriage, +For she's as wanton as a Kid to th' out side, +As full of Mocks and Taunts: I kiss'd her hand too, +Walkt with her half an hour. + +_1 Gent_. She heard me sing, +And sung her self too; she sings admirably; +But still when any hope was, as 'tis her trick +To minister enough of those, then presently +With some new flam or other, nothing to the matter, +And such a frown, as would sink all before her, +She takes her Chamber; come, we shall not be the last fools. + +_2 Gent_. Not by a hundred I hope; 'tis a strange wench. + +_Ant_. This screws me up still higher. + +_Enter Celia, and Ladies behind her._ + +_Men_. Here she comes, Sir. + +_Ant_. Then be you gone; and take the Women with ye, +And lay those Jewels in her way. + +_Cel_. If I stay longer +I shall number as many Lovers as _Lais_ did; +How they flock after me! upon my Conscience, +I have had a dozen Horses given me this morning, +I'le ev'n set up a Troop, and turn She-souldier, +A good discreet wench now, that were not hidebound +Might raise a fine estate here, and suddenly: +For these warm things will give their Souls--I can go no where +Without a world of offerings to my Excellence: +I am a Queen, a Goddesse, I know not what-- +And no constellation in all Heaven, but I out-shine it; +And they have found out now I have no eyes +Of mortal lights, but certain influences, +Strange vertuous lightnings, humane nature starts at, +And I can kill my twenty in a morning, +With as much ease now-- +Ha! what are these? new projects? +Where are my honourable Ladies? are you out too? +Nay then I must buy the stock, send me good Carding: +I hope the Princes hands be not in this sport; +I have not seen him yet, cannot hear from him, +And that troubles me: all these were recreations +Had I but his sweet company to laugh with me: +What fellow's that? another Apparition? +This is the lovingst Age: I should know that face, +Sure I have seen't before, not long since neither. + +_Ant_. She sees me now: O Heaven, a most rare creature! + +_Cel_. Yes, 'tis the same: I will take no notice of ye, +But if I do not fit ye, let me fry for't; +Is all this Cackling for your egg? they are fair ones, +Excellent rich no doubt too; and may stumble +A good staid mind, but I can go thus by 'em; +My honest friend; do you set off these Jewels? + +_Ant_. Set 'em off, Lady? + +_Cel_. I mean, sell 'em here, Sir? + +_Ant_. She's very quick; for sale they are not meant sure. + +_Cel_. For sanctity I think much less: good even Sir. + +_Ant_. Nay noble Lady, stay: 'tis you must wear 'em: +Never look strange, they are worthy your best beauty. + +_Cel_. Did you speak to me? + +_Ant_. To you or to none living: +To you they are sent, to you they are sacrificed. + +_Cel_. I'le never look a Horse i'th' mouth that's given: +I thank ye, Sir: I'le send one to reward ye. + +_Ant_. Do you never ask who sent 'em? + +_Cel_. Never I: +Nor never care, if it be an honest end, +That end's the full reward, and thanks but slubber it; +If it be ill, I will not urge the acquaintance. + +_Ant_. This has a soul indeed: pray let me tell ye-- + +_Cel_. I care not if ye do, so you do it hansomly, +And not stand picking of your words. + +_Ant_. The King sent 'em. + +_Cel_. Away, away, thou art some foolish fellow, +And now I think thou hast stole 'em too: the King sent 'em? +Alas good man, wouldst thou make me believe +He has nothing to do with things of these worths, +But wantonly to fling 'em? he's an old man, +A good old man, they say too: I dare swear +Full many a year ago he left these gambols: +Here, take your trinkets. + +_Ant_. Sure I do not lye, Lady. + +_Cel_. I know thou lyest extreamly, damnably: +Thou hast a lying face. + +_Ant_. I was never thus ratled. + +_Cel_. But say I should believe: why are these sent me? +And why art thou the Messenger? who art thou? + +_Ant_. Lady, look on 'em wisely, and then consider +Who can send such as these, but a King only? +And, to what beauty can they be oblations, +But only yours? For me that am the carrier, +'Tis only fit you know I am his servant, +And have fulfil'd his will. + +_Cel_. You are short and pithy; +What must my beauty do for these? + +_Ant. _Sweet Lady, +You cannot be so hard of understanding, +When a King's favour shines upon ye gloriously, +And speaks his love in these-- + +_Cel_. O then love's the matter; +Sir-reverence love; now I begin to feel ye: +And I should be the Kings Whore, a brave title; +And go as glorious as the Sun, O brave still: +The chief Commandress of his Concubines, +Hurried from place to place to meet his pleasures. + +_Ant_. A devilish subtil wench, but a rare spirit. (dry, + +_Cel_. And when the good old spunge had suckt my youth +And left some of his Royal aches in my bones: +When time shall tell me I have plough'd my life up, +And cast long furrows in my face to sink me. + +_Ant_. You must not think so, Lady. + +_Cel_. Then can these, Sir, +These precious things, the price of youth and beauty; +This shop here of sin-offerings set me off again? +Can it restore me chaste, young, innocent? +Purge me to what I was? add to my memory +An honest and a noble fame? The Kings device; +The sin's as universal as the Sun is, +And lights an everlasting Torch to shame me. + +_Ant_. Do you hold so sleight account of a great Kings favour, +That all knees bow to purchase? + +_Cel_. Prethee peace: +If thou knewst how ill favouredly thy tale becomes thee, +And what ill root it takes-- + +_Ant_. You will be wiser. + +_Cel_. Could the King find no shape to shift his pander into, +But reverend Age? and one so like himself too? + +_Ant_. She has found me out. + +_Cel_. Cozen the world with gravity? +Prethee resolve me one thing, do's the King love thee? + +_Ant_. I think he do's. + +_Cel_. It seems so by thy Office: +He loves thy use, and when that's ended, hates thee: +Thou seemest to me a Souldier. + +_Ant_. Yes, I am one. + +_Cel_. And hast fought for thy Country? + +_Ant_. Many a time. + +_Cel_. May be, commanded too? + +_Ant_. I have done, Lady. + +_Cel_. O wretched man, below the state of pity! +Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour? +A free Companion for a King? a Souldier? +Whose Nobleness dare feel no want, but Enemies? +Canst thou forget this, and decline so wretchedly, +To eat the Bread of Bawdry, of base Bawdry? +Feed on the scum of Sin? fling thy Sword from thee? +Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee? +Go, beg diseases: let them be thy Armours, +Thy fights, the flames of Lust, and their foul issues. + +_Ant_. Why then I am a King, and mine own Speaker. + +_Cel_. And I as free as you, mine own Disposer: +There, take your Jewels; let them give them lustres +That have dark Lives and Souls; wear 'em your self, Sir, +You'l seem a Devil else. + +_Ant_. I command ye stay. + +_Cel_. Be just, I am commanded. + +_Ant_. I will not wrong ye. + +_Cel_. Then thus low falls my duty. + +_Ant_. Can ye love me? +Say I, and all I have-- + +_Cel_. I cannot love ye; +Without the breach of faith I cannot hear ye; +Ye hang upon my love, like frosts on Lilies: +I can dye, but I cannot love: you are answer'd. + +_Ant_. I must find apter means, I love her truly. + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter_ Demetr. Leon. Lieu. Gent. Sould. _and_ Host. + +_Dem_. Hither do you say she is come? + +_Host_. Yes Sir, I am sure on't: +For whilest I waited upon ye, putting my Wife in trust, +I know not by what means, but the King found her, +And hither she was brought; how, or to what end-- + +_Dem_. My Father found her? + +_Host_. So my Wife informs me. + +_Dem_. _Leontius_, pray draw off the Souldiers, +I would a while be private. + +_Leon_. Fall off Gentlemen, +The Prince would be alone. [Ex. Leo _and_ Soul. + +_Dem_. Is he so cunning? +There is some trick in this, and you must know it, +And be an agent too: which if it prove so-- + +_Host_. Pull me to pieces, Sir. + +_Dem_. My Father found her? +My Father brought her hither? went she willingly? + +_Host_. My Wife sayes full of doubts. + +_Dem_. I cannot blame her, +No more: there's no trust, no faith in mankind. + +_Enter_ Antigonus, Menippus, Leontius, and Souldiers. + +_Ant_. Keep her up close, he must not come to see her: +You are welcome nobly now, welcome home Gentlemen; +You have done a courteous service on the Enemy +Has tyed his Faith for ever; you shall find it; +Ye are not now in's debt Son: still your sad looks? +_Leontius_, what's the matter? + +_Leo_. Truth Sir, I know not. +We have been merry since we went. + +_Lieu_. I feel it. + +_Ant_. Come, what's the matter now? do you want mony? +Sure he has heard o'th' wench. + +_Dem_. Is that a want, Sir? +I would fain speak to your Grace. + +_Ant_. You may do freely. + +_Dem_. And not deserve your anger? + +_Ant_. That ye may too. + +_Dem_. There was a Gentlewoman, and sometimes my prisoner, +Which I thought well of Sir: your Grace conceives me. + +_Ant_. I do indeed, and with much grief conceive ye; +With full as much grief as your Mother bare you. +There was such a Woman: would I might as well say, +There was no such, _Demetrius._ + +_Dem_. She was vertuous, +And therefore not unfit my youth to love her: +She was as fair-- + +_Ant_. Her beauty I'le proclaim too, +To be as rich as ever raign'd in Woman; +But how she made that good, the Devil knows. + +_Dem_. She was--O Heaven! + +_Ant_. The Hell to all thy glories, +Swallow'd thy youth, made shipwrack of thine honour: +She was a Devil. + +_Dem_. Ye are my father, Sir. + +_Ant_. And since ye take a pride to shew your follies, +I'le muster 'em, and all the world shall view 'em. + +_Leo_. What heat is this? the Kings eyes speak his anger. + +_Ant_. Thou hast abus'd thy youth, drawn to thy fellowship +Instead of Arts and Arms, a Womans kisses, +The subtilties, and soft heats of a Harlot. + +_Dem_. Good Sir, mistake her not. + +_Ant_. A Witch, a Sorceress: +I tell thee but the truth; and hear _Demetrius_, +Which has so dealt upon thy bloud with charms, +Devilish and dark; so lockt up all thy vertues; +So pluckt thee back from what thou sprungst from, glorious. + +_Dem_. O Heaven, that any tongue but his durst say this! +That any heart durst harbour it! Dread Father, +If for the innocent the gods allow us +To bend our knees-- + +_Ant_. Away, thou art bewitch'd still; +Though she be dead, her power still lives upon thee. + +_Dem_. Dead? O sacred Sir: dead did you say? + +_Ant_. She is dead, fool. + +_Dem_. It is not possible: be not so angry, +Say she is faln under your sad displeasure, +Or any thing but dead, say she is banished, +Invent a crime, and I'le believe it, Sir. + +_Ant_. Dead by the Law: we found her Hell, and her, +I mean her Charms and Spells, for which she perish'd; +And she confest she drew thee to thy ruine, +And purpos'd it, purpos'd my Empires overthrow. + +_Dem_. But is she dead? was there no pity Sir? +If her youth err'd, was there no mercy shown her? +Did ye look on her face, when ye condemn'd her? + +_Ant_. I look'd into her heart, and there she was hideous. + +_Dem_. Can she be dead? can vertue fall untimely? + +_Ant_. She is dead, deservingly she died. + +_Dem_. I have done then. +O matchless sweetness, whither art thou vanished? +O thou fair soul of all thy Sex, what Paradise +Hast thou inrich'd and blest? I am your son, Sir, +And to all you shall command stand most obedient, +Only a little time I must intreat you +To study to forget her; 'twill not be long, Sir, +Nor I long after it: art thou dead _Celia_, +Dead my poor wench? my joy, pluckt green with violence: +O fair sweet flower, farewel; Come, thou destroyer +Sorrow, thou melter of the soul, dwell with me; +Dwell with me solitary thoughts, tears, cryings, +Nothing that loves the day, love me, or seek me, +Nothing that loves his own life haunt about me: +And Love, I charge thee, never charm mine eyes more, +Nor ne're betray a beauty to my curses: +For I shall curse all now, hate all, forswear all, +And all the brood of fruitful nature vex at, +For she is gone that was all, and I nothing-- [_Ex. & Gent_. + +_Ant_. This opinion must be maintained. + +_Men_. It shall be, Sir. + +_Ant_. Let him go; I can at mine own pleasure +Draw him to th' right again: wait your instructions, +And see the souldier paid, _Leontius_: +Once more ye are welcome home all. + +_All_. Health to your Majesty. [_Ex. Antig. &c._ + +_Leo_. Thou wentest along the journey, how canst thou tell? + +_Host_. I did, but I am sure 'tis so: had I staid behind, +I think this had not proved. + +_Leo_. A Wench the reason? + +_Lieu_. Who's that talks of a Wench there? + +_Leo_. All this discontent +About a Wench? + +_Lieu_. Where is this Wench, good Colonel? + +_Leo_. Prithee hold thy Peace: who calls thee to counsel? + +_Lieu_. Why, if there be a Wench-- + +_Leo_. 'Tis fit thou know her: + + _Enter_ 2 Gentlemen. + +That I'le say for thee, and as fit thou art for her, +Let her be mewed or stopt: how is it Gentlemen? + +_1 Gent_. He's wondrous discontent, he'l speak to no man. + +_2 Gent_. H'as taken his Chamber close, admits no entrance; +Tears in his eyes, and cryings out. + +_Host_. 'Tis so, Sir, +And now I wish myself half hang'd ere I went this journey. + +_Leo_. What is this Woman? + +_Lieu_. I. + +_Host_. I cannot tell ye, +But handsome as Heaven. + +_Lieu_. She is not so high I hope, Sir. + +_Leo_. Where is she? + +_Lieu_. I, that would be known. + +_Leo_. Why, Sirrah. + +_Host_. I cannot show ye neither; +The King has now dispos'd of her. + +_Leo_. There lyes the matter: +Will he admit none to come to comfort him? + +_1 Gent_. Not any near, nor, let 'em knock their hearts out, +Will never speak. + +_Lieu_. 'Tis the best way if he have her; +For look you, a man would be loth to be disturb'd in's pastime; +'Tis every good mans case. + +_Leo_. 'Tis all thy living, +We must not suffer this, we dare not suffer it: +For when these tender souls meet deep afflictions, +They are not strong enough to struggle with 'em, +But drop away as Snow does, from a mountain, +And in the torrent of their own sighs sink themselves: +I will, and must speak to him. + +_Lieu_. So must I too: +He promised me a charge. + +_Leo_. Of what? of Children +Upon my Conscience, thou hast a double company, +And all of thine own begetting already. + +_Lieu_. That's all one, +I'le raise 'em to a Regiment, and then command 'em, +When they turn disobedient, unbeget 'em: +Knock 'em o'th' head, and put in new. + +_Leo_. A rare way; +But for all this, thou art not valiant enough +To dare to see the Prince now? + +_Lieu_. Do ye think he's angry? + +_1 Gent_. Extreamly vext. + +_2 Gent_. To the endangering of any man comes near him. + +_1 Gent_. Yet, if thou couldst but win him out, +What e're thy suit were, +Believe it granted presently. + +_Leo_. Yet thou must think though, +That in the doing he may break upon ye, +And-- + +_Lieu_. If he do not kill me. + +_Leo_. There's the question. + +_Lieu_. For half a dozen hurts. + +_Leo_. Art thou so valiant? + +_Lieu_. Not absolutely so neither: no it cannot be, +I want my impostumes, and my things about me, +Yet I'le make danger, Colonel. + +_Leo_. 'Twill be rare sport, +Howe're it take; give me thy hand; if thou dost this, +I'le raise thee up a horse Troop, take my word for't. + +_Lieu_. What may be done by humane man. + +_Leo_. Let's go then. + +_1 Gent_. Away before he cool: he will relapse else. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, and Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. Will she not yield? + +_Leu_. For all we can urge to her; +I swore you would marry her, she laugh'd extreamly, +And then she rail'd like thunder. + +_Ant_. Call in the _Magician_. _Enter_ Magician _with a Bowl._ +I must, and will obtain her, I am ashes else. +Are all the Philters in? Charms, Powders, Roots? + +_Mag_. They are all in; and now I only stay +The invocation of some helping Spirits. + +_Ant_. To your work then, and dispatch. + +_Mag_. Sit still, and fear not. + +_Leu_. I shall ne'r endure these sights. + +_Ant_. Away with the Woman: go wait without. [_Exit._ + +_Leu_. When the Devil's gone, pray call me. + +_Ant_. Be sure you make it powerful enough. + +_Mag_. Pray doubt not-- _He Conjures._ + + +A SONG. + +_Rise from the Shades below, +All you that prove +The helps of looser Love; +Rise and bestow +Upon this Cup, what ever may compel +By powerful Charm, and unresisted Spell, +A Heart un-warm'd to melt in Loves desires. +Distill into this Liquor all your fires: +Heats, longings, tears, +But keep back frozen fears; +That she may know, that has all power defied, +Art is a power that will not be denied._ + +The ANSWER. + +_I Obey, I Obey, +And am come to view the day, +Brought along, all may compel, +All the Earth has, and our Hell: +Here's a little, little Flower, +This will make her sweat an hour, +Then unto such flames arise, +A thousand joys will not suffice. +Here's the powder of the Moon, +With which she caught_ Endymion; +_The powerful tears that_ Venus _cryed, +When the Boy_ Adonis _dyed, +_Here's _Medea'_s Charm, with which_ +Jasons _heart she did bewitch,_ +Omphale _this Spell put in, +When she made the _Libyan_ spin. +This dull root pluckt from _Lethe_ flood, +Purges all pure thoughts, and good. + These I stir thus, round, round, round, + Whilst our light feet beat the ground._ + +_Mag_. Now Sir, 'tis full, and whosoever drinks this +Shall violently doat upon your person, +And never sleep nor eat unsatisfied: +So many hours 'twill work, and work with Violence; +And those expired, 'tis done. You have my art, Sir. + +_Enter Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. See him rewarded liberally--_Leucippe_. +Here, take this bowl, and when she calls for Wine next, +Be sure you give her this, and see her drink it; +Delay no time when she calls next. + +_Leu_. I shall, Sir. + +_Ant_. Let none else touch it on your life. + +_Leu_. I am charg'd, Sir. + +_Ant_. Now if she have an antidote art let her 'scape me. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter Leontius, Lieutenant, Gent._ + +_1 Gent_. There's the door, Lieutenant, if you dare do any thing. + +_Leo_. Here's no man waits. + +_1 Gent_. H' as given a charge that none shall, +Nor none shall come within the hearing of him: +Dare ye go forward? + +_Lieu_. Let me put on my Skull first. +My head's almost beaten into th' pap of an Apple. +Are there no Guns i'th' door? + +_Leo_. The Rogue will do it. +And yet I know he has no Stomach to't. + +_Lieu_. What loop-holes are there when I knock for stones, +For those may pepper me? I can perceive none. + +_Leo_. How he views the Fortification. + +_Lieu_. Farewel Gentlemen, +If I be kill'd-- + +_Leo_. We'll see thee buried bravely. + +_Lieu_. Away, how should I know that then? I'll knock softly. +Pray heaven he speak in a low voice now to comfort me: +I feel I have no heart to't:--Is't well, Gentlemen? +Colonel, my Troop-- + +_Leo_. A little louder. + +_Lieu_. Stay, stay; +Here is a window, I will see, stand wide. +By ---- he's charging of a Gun. + +_Leo_. There's no such matter. +There's no body in this room. + +_Lieu_. O 'twas a fire-shovel: +Now I'll knock louder; if he say who's there? +As sure he has so much manners, then will I answer him +So finely & demurely; my Troop Colonel-- [knocks louder. + +_1 Gent_. Knock louder, Fool, he hears not. + +_Lieu_. You fool, do you. +Do and you dare now. + +_1 Gent_. I do not undertake it. + +_Lieu_. Then hold your peace, and meddle with your own matters. + +_Leo_. Now he will knock. [Knocks louder. + +_Lieu_. Sir, Sir, will't please you hear Sir? +Your Grace, I'll look again, what's that? + +_Leo_. He's there now. +Lord! How he stares! I ne'r yet saw him thus alter'd: +Stand now, and take the Troop. + +_Lieu_. Would I were in't, +And a good horse under me: I must knock again, +The Devil's at my fingers ends: he comes now. +Now Colonel, if I live-- + +_Leo_. The Troop's thine own Boy. + +_Enter_ Demetrius, _a Pistol._ + +_Dem_. What desperate fool, ambitious of his ruine? + +_Lieu_. Your Father would desire ye, Sir, to come to dinner. + +_Dem_. Thou art no more. + +_Lieu_. Now, now, now, now. + +_Dem_. Poor Coxcomb: +Why do I aim at thee? [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. His fear has kill'd him. + +_Enter Leucippe with a Bowl._ + +_2 Gent_. I protest he's almost stiff: bend him and rub him, +Hold his Nose close, you, if you be a woman, +Help us a little: here's a man near perish'd. + +_Leu_. Alas alas, I have nothing here about me. +Look to my Bowl; I'll run in presently +And fetch some water: bend him, and set him upwards. + +_Leo_. A goodly man-- [_Exit._ +Here's a brave heart: he's warm again: you shall not +Leave us i'th' lurch so, Sirrah. + +_2 Gent_. Now he breaths too. + +_Leo_. If we had but any drink to raise his Spirits. +What's that i'th' Bowl? upon my life, good Liquor, +She would not own it else. + +_1 Gent_. He sees. + +_Leo_. Look up Boy. +And take this Cup, and drink it off; I'll pledge thee. +Guide it to his mouth, he swallows heartily. + +_2 Gent_. Oh! fear and sorrow's dry; 'tis off-- + +_Leo_. Stand up man. + +_Lieu_. Am I not shot? + +_Leo_. Away with him, and chear him: +Thou hast won thy Troop. + +_Lieu_. I think I won it bravely. + +_Leo_. Go, I must see the Prince, he must not live thus; +And let me hear an hour hence from ye. +Well, Sir-- [_Exeunt Gent. and Lieu._ + +_Enter Leucippe with water._ + +_Leu_. Here, here: where's the sick Gentleman? + +_Leo_. He's up, and gone, Lady. + +_Leu_. Alas, that I came so late. + +_Leo_. He must still thank ye; +Ye left that in a Cup here did him comfort. + +_Leu_. That in the Bowl? + +_Leo_. Yes truly, very much comfort, +He drank it off, and after it spoke lustily. + +_Leu_. Did he drink it all? + +_Leo_. All off. + +_Leu_. The Devil choak him; +I am undone: h'as twenty Devils in him; +Undone for ever, left he none? + +_Leo_. I think not. + +_Leu_. No, not a drop: what shall become of me now? +Had he no where else to swound? a vengeance swound him: +Undone, undone, undone: stay, I can lye yet +And swear too at a pinch, that's all my comfort. +Look to him; I say look to him, & but mark what follows. [_Ex._ + +_Enter Demetrius._ + +_Leo_. What a Devil ails the Woman? here comes the Prince again, +With such a sadness on his face, as sorrow, +Sorrow her self but poorly imitates. +Sorrow of Sorrows on that heart that caus'd it. + +_Dem_. Why might she not be false and treacherous to me? +And found so by my Father? she was a Woman, +And many a one of that Sex, young and fair, +As full of faith as she, have fallen, and foully. + +_Leo_. It is a Wench! O that I knew the circumstance. + +_Dem_. Why might not, to preserve me from this ruine, +She having lost her honour, and abused me, +My father change the forms o'th' coins, and execute +His anger on a fault she ne'r committed, +Only to keep me safe? why should I think so? +She never was to me, but all obedience, +Sweetness, and love. + +_Leo_. How heartily he weeps now! +I have not wept this thirty years, and upward; +But now, if I should be hang'd I cannot hold from't +It grieves me to the heart. + +_Dem_. Who's that that mocks me? + +_Leo_. A plague of him that mocks ye: I grieve truly, +Truly, and heartily to see you thus, Sir: +And if it lay in my power, gods are my witness, +Who e'r he be that took your sweet peace from you; +I am not so old yet, nor want I spirit-- + +_Dem_.No more of that, no more _Leontius_, +Revenges are the gods: our part is sufferance: +Farewell, I shall not see thee long. + +_Leo_. Good Sir, tell me the cause, I know there is a woman in't; +Do you hold me faithful? dare you trust your Souldier? +Sweet Prince, the cause? + +_Dem_. I must not, dare not tell it, +And as thou art an honest man, enquire not. + +_Leo_. Will ye be merry then? + +_Dem_. I am wondrous merry. + +_Leo_. 'Tis wondrous well: you think now this becomes ye. +Shame on't, it does not, Sir, it shews not handsomely; +If I were thus; you would swear I were an Ass straight; +A wooden ass; whine for a Wench? + +_Dem_. Prithee leave me. + +_Leo_. I will not leave ye for a tit. + +_Dem. Leontius?_ + +_Leo_. For that you may have any where for six pence, +And a dear penny-worth too. + +_Dem_. Nay, then you are troublesome. + +_Leo_. Not half so troublesom as you are to your self, Sir; +Was that brave Heart made to pant for a placket: +And now i'th' dog-days too, when nothing dare love! +That noble Mind to melt away and moulder +For a hey nonny, nonny! Would I had a Glass here, +To shew ye what a pretty toy ye are turn'd to. + +_Dem_. My wretched Fortune. + +_Leo_. Will ye but let me know her? +I'll once turn Bawd: go to, they are good mens offices, +And not so contemptible as we take 'em for: +And if she be above ground, and a Woman; +I ask no more; I'll bring her o' my back, Sir, +By this hand I will, and I had as lieve bring the Devil, +I care not who she be, nor where I have her; +And in your arms, or the next Bed deliver her, +Which you think fittest, and when you have danc'd your galliard. + +_Dem_. Away, and fool to them are so affected: +O thou art gone, and all my comfort with thee! +Wilt thou do one thing for me? + +_Leo_. All things i'th' World, Sir, +Of all dangers. + +_Dem_. Swear. + +_Leo_. I will. + +_Dem_. Come near me no more then. + +_Leo_. How? + +_Dem_. Come no more near me: +Thou art a plague-sore to me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. Give you good ev'n Sir; +If you be suffer'd thus, we shall have fine sport. +I will be sorry yet. + +_Enter 2 Gentlemen._ + +_1 Gent_. How now, how does he? + +_Leo_. Nay, if I tell ye, hang me, or any man else +That hath his nineteen wits; he has the bots I think, +He groans, and roars, and kicks. + +_2 Gent_. Will he speak yet? + +_Leo_. Not willingly: +Shortly he will not see a man; if ever +I look'd upon a Prince so metamorphos'd, +So juggl'd into I know not what, shame take me; +This 'tis to be in love. + +_1 Gent_. Is that the cause on't? + +_Leo_. What is it not the cause of but bear-baitings? +And yet it stinks much like it: out upon't; +What giants, and what dwarffs, what owls and apes, +What dogs, and cats it makes us? men that are possest with it, +Live as if they had a Legion of Devils in 'em, +And every Devil of a several nature; +Nothing but Hey-pass, re-pass: where's the _Lieutenant_? +Has he gather'd up the end on's wits again? + +_1 Gent_. He is alive: but you that talk of wonders, +Shew me but such a wonder as he is now. + +_Leo_. Why? he was ever at the worst a wonder. + +_2 Gent_. He is now most wonderful; a Blazer now, Sir. + +_Leo_. What ails the Fool? and what Star reigns now Gentlemen +We have such Prodigies? + +_2 Gent_. 'Twill pose your heaven-hunters; +He talks now of the King, no other language, +And with the King as he imagines, hourly. +Courts the King, drinks to the King, dies for the King, +Buys all the Pictures of the King, wears the Kings colours. + +_Leo_. Does he not lye i'th' King street too? + +_1 Gent_. He's going thither, +Makes prayers for the King, in sundry languages, +Turns all his Proclamations into metre; +Is really in love with the King, most dotingly, +And swears _Adonis_ was a Devil to him: +A sweet King, a most comely King, and such a King-- + +_2 Gent_. Then down on's marrow-bones; O excellent King +Thus he begins, Thou Light, and Life of Creatures, +Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour; +And so proceeds to incision: what think ye of this sorrow? + +_1 Gent_. Will as familiarly kiss the King['s] horses +As they pass by him: ready to ravish his footman. + +_Leo_. Why, this is above Ela? +But how comes this? + +_1 Gent_. Nay that's to understand yet, +But thus it is, and this part but the poorest, +'Twould make a man leap over the Moon to see him act these. + +_2 Gent_. With sighs as though his heart would break: +Cry like a breech'd boy, not eat a bit. + +_Leo_. I must go see him presently, +For this is such a gig, for certain, Gentlemen, +The Fiend rides on a Fiddle-stick. + +_2 Gent_. I think so. + +_Leo_. Can ye guide me to him for half an hour? I am his +To see the miracle. + +_1 Gent_. We sure shall start him. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter Antigonus and Leucippe._ + +_Ant_. Are you sure she drank it? + +_Leu_. Now must I lye most confidently. +Yes Sir, she has drunk it off. + +_Ant_. How works it with her? + +_Leu_. I see no alteration yet. + +_Ant_. There will be, +For he is the greatest Artist living made it. +Where is she now? + +_Leu_. She is ready to walk out, Sir. + +_Ant_. Stark mad, I know she will be. + +_Leu_. So I hope, Sir. + +_Ant_. She knows not of the Prince? + +_Leu_. Of no man living-- + +_Ant_. How do I look? how do my cloaths become me? +I am not very grey. + +_Leu_. A very youth, Sir, +Upon my maiden-head as smug as _April_: +Heaven bless that sweet face, 'twill undo a thousand; +Many a soft heart must sob yet, e'r that wither, +Your Grace can give content enough. + +_Enter Celia with a Book._ + +_Ant_. I think so. + +_Leu_. Here she comes, Sir. + +_Ant_. How shall I keep her off me? +Go, & perfume the room: make all things ready. [_Ex. Leu._ + +_Cel_. No hope yet of the Prince! no comfort of him! +They keep me mew'd up here, as they mew mad folks, +No company but my afflictions. +This royal Devil again! strange, how he haunts me! +How like a poyson'd potion his eyes fright me! +Has made himself handsome too. + +_Ant_. Do you look now, Lady? +You will leap anon. + +_Cel_. Curl'd and perfum'd? I smell him; +He looks on's legs too, sure he will cut a caper; +God-a-mercy, dear _December_. + +_Ant_. O do you smile now; +I knew it would work with you; come hither pretty one. + +_Cel_. Sir. + +_Ant_. I like those courtesies well; come hither and kiss me. + +_Cel_. I am reading, Sir, of a short Treatise here, +That's call'd the Vanity of Lust: has your Grace seen it? +He says here, that an Old Mans loose desire +Is like the Glow-worms light, the Apes so wonder'd at: +Which when they gather'd sticks, and laid upon't, +And blew, and blew, turn'd tail, and went out presently: +And in another place he calls their loves, +Faint Smells of dying Flowers, carry no comforts; +They're doting, stinking foggs, so thick and muddy, +Reason with all his beams cannot beat through 'em. + +_Ant_. How's this? is this the potion? you but fool still; +I know you love me. + +_Cel_. As you are just and honest; +I know I love and honour you: admire you. + +_Ant_. This makes against me, fearfully against me. + +_Cel_. But as you bring your power to persecute me, +Your traps to catch mine innocence to rob me, +As you lay out your lusts to overwhelm me, +Hell never hated good, as I hate you, Sir; +And I dare tell it to your face: What glory +Now after all your Conquests got, your Titles, +The ever-living memories rais'd to you, +Can my defeat be? my poor wrack, what triumph? +And when you crown your swelling Cups to fortune, +What honourable tongue can sing my story? +Be as your Emblem is, a g[l]orious Lamp +Set on the top of all, to light all perfectly: +Be as your office is, a god-like Justice, +Into all shedding equally your Vertues. + +_Ant_. She has drencht me now; now I admire her goodness; +So young, so nobly strong, I never tasted: +Can nothing in the power of Kings perswade ye? + +_Cel_. No, nor that power command me. + +_Ant_. Say I should force ye? +I have it in my will. + +_Cel_. Your will's a poor one; +And though it be a King's Will, a despised one. +Weaker than Infants legs, your will's in swadling Clouts, +A thousand ways my will has found to check ye; +A thousand doors to 'scape ye, I dare dye, Sir; +As suddenly I dare dye, as you can offer: +Nay, say you had your Will, say you had ravish'd me, +Perform'd your lust, what had you purchas'd by it? +What Honour won? do you know who dwells above, Sir, +And what they have prepar'd for men turn'd Devils? +Did you never hear their thunder? start and tremble, +Death sitting on your bloud, when their fires visit us. +Will nothing wring you then do you think? sit hard here, +And like a Snail curl round about your Conscience, +Biting and stinging: will you not roar too late then? +Then when you shake in horrour of this Villainy, +Then will I rise a Star in Heaven, and scorn ye. + +_Ant_. Lust, how I hate thee now! and love this sweetness! +Will you be my Queen? can that price purchase ye? + +_Cel_. Not all the World, I am a Queen already, +Crown'd by his Love, I must not lose for Fortune; +I can give none away, sell none away, Sir, +Can lend no love, am not mine own Exchequer; +For in anothers heart my hope and peace lies. + +_Ant_. Your fair hands, Lady? for yet I am not pure enough +To touch these Lips, in that sweet Peace ye spoke of. +Live now for ever, and I to serve your Vertues-- + +_Cel_. Why now you show a god! now I kneel to ye; +This Sacrifice of Virgins Joy send to ye: +Thus I hold up my hands to Heaven that touch'd ye, +And pray eternal Blessings dwell about ye. + +_Ant_. Vertue commands the Stars: rise more than Vertue; +Your present comfort shall be now my business. + +_Cel_. All my obedient service wait upon ye. [_Ex. severally._ + + + + +_SCENA VI._ + + +_Enter Leontius, Gentlemen, and Lieutenant._ + +_Leo_. Hast thou clean forgot the Wars? + +_Lieu_. Prithee hold thy peace. + +_1 Gent_. His mind's much elevated now. + +_Leo_. It seems so. +Sirrah. + +_Lieu_. I am so troubled with this Fellow. + +_Leo_. He will call me Rogue anon. + +_1 Gent_. 'Tis ten to one else. + +_Lieu_. O King that thou knew'st I lov'd thee, how I lov'd thee. +And where O King, I barrel up thy beauty. + +_Leo_. He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't. + +_Lieu_. O never, King. + +_Leo_. By this hand, when I consider-- + +_Lieu_. My honest friend, you are a little sawcy. + +_1 Gent_. I told you you would have it. + +_Lieu_. When mine own worth-- + +_Leo_. Is flung into the ballance, and found nothing. + +_Lieu_. And yet a Soldier. + +_Leo_. And yet a sawcy one. + +_Lieu_. One that has followed thee. + +_Leo_. Fair and far off. + +_Lieu_. Fought for thy grace. + +_Leo_. 'Twas for some grief, you lye Sir. + +_Lieu_. He's the son of a whore denies this: will that satisfie ye? + +_Leo_. Yes, very well. + +_Lieu_. Shall then that thing that honours thee? +How miserable a thing soever, yet a thing still; +And though a thing of nothing, thy thing ever. + +_Leo_. Here's a new thing. + +_2 Gent_. He's in a deep dump now. + +_Leo_. I'le fetch him out on't. When's the King's birth-day? + +_Lieu_. When e're it be, that day I'le dye with ringing. +And there's the resolution of a Lover. [_Exit._ + +_Leo_. A goodly resolution sure I take it. +He is bewitch'd, or moop'd, or his brains melted, +Could he find no body to fall in love with; but the King, +The good old King, to doat upon him too? +Stay, now I remember, what the fat woman warn'd me, +Bid me remember, and look to him too: +I'le hang if she have not a hand in this: he's conjured, +Goe after him, I pity the poor Rascal, +In the mean time I'le wait occasion +To work upon the Prince. + +_2 Gent_. Pray doe that seriously. [_Ex. severally._ + + + + +_SCENA VII._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Lords._ + +_Lord_. He's very ill. + +_Ant_. I am very sorry for't, +And much ashamed I have wronged her innocence, +_Menippus_, guide her to the Princes lodgings, +There leave her to his love again. + +_Men_. I am glad Sir. + +_Lord_. He will speak to none. + +_Ant_. O I shall break that silence; +Be quick, take fair attendance. + +_Men_. Yes Sir presently. [_Exit._ + +_Ant_. He will find his tongue, I warrant ye; his health too; +I send a physick will not fail. + +_Lord_. Fair work it. + +_Ant_. We hear the Princes mean to visit us +In way of truce. + +_Lord_. 'Tis thought so. + +_Ant_. Come: let's in then, +And think upon the noblest wayes to meet 'em. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA VIII._ + + +_Enter Leontius._ + +_Leo_. There's no way now to get in: all the light stopt too; +Nor can I hear a sound of him, pray Heaven +He use no violence: I think he has more Soul, +Stronger, and I hope nobler: would I could but see once, +This beauty he groans under, or come to know +But any circumstance. What noise is that there? +I think I heard him groan: here are some coming; +A woman too, I'le stand aloof, and view 'em. + +_Enter Menippus, Celia, Lords._ + +_Cel_. Well, some of ye have been to blame in this point, +But I forgive ye: The King might have pickt out too +Some fitter woman to have tri'd his valour. + +_Men_. 'Twas all to the best meant, Lady. + +_Cel_. I must think so, +For how to mend it now: he's here you tell me? + +_Men_. He's Madam, and the joy to see you only +Will draw him out. + +_Leo_. I know that womans tongue, +I think I have seen her face too: I'le goe nearer: +If this be she, he has some cause of sorrow: +'Tis the same face; the same, most excellent woman. + +_Cel_. This should be Lord _Leontius_: I remember him. + +_Leo_. Lady, I think ye know me. + +_Cel_. Speak soft, good Souldier: +I do, and know ye worthy, know ye noble; +Know not me yet openly, as you love me; +But let me see ye again, I'le satisfie ye: +I am wondrous glad to see those eyes. + +_Leo_. You have charged me. + +_Cel_. You shall know where I am. + +_Leo_. I will not off yet: +She goes to knock at's door: This must be she +The fellow told me of: right glad I am on't, +He will bolt now for certain. + +_Cel_. Are ye within Sir? +I'le trouble you no more: I thank your courtesie, +Pray leave me now. + +_All_. _Me_. We rest your humble servants. [_Ex. Me. &c._ + +_Cel_. So now my jives are off: pray Heaven he be here! +Master, my royal Sir: do you hear who calls ye? +Love, my _Demetrius_. + +_Leo_. These are pretty quail-pipes, +The Cock will Crow anon. + +_Cel_. Can ye be drowsie, +When I call at your Window? + +_Leo_. I hear him stirring: +Now he comes wondring out. + +_Enter Demetrius._ + +_Dem_. 'Tis _Celias_ sound sure: +The sweetness of that tongue draws all hearts to it; +There stands the shape too. + +_Le[o]_. How he stares upon her! + +_Dem_. Ha? do mine eyes abuse me? +'Tis she, the living _Celia_: your hand Lady? + +_Cel_. What should this mean? + +_Dem_. The very self same _Celia_. + +_Cel_. How do ye Sir? + +_Dem_. Only turn'd brave. +I heard you were dead my dear one, compleat, +She is wondrous brave, a wondrous gallant Courtier. + +_Cel_. How he surveyes me round? here has been foul play. + +_Dem_. How came she thus? + +_Cel_. It was a kind of death Sir, +I suffered in your absence, mew'd up here, +And kept conceal'd I know not how. + +_Dem_. 'Tis likely: +How came you hither _Celia_? wondrous gallant: +Did my Father send for ye? + +_Cel_. So they told me Sir, +And on command too. + +_Dem_. I hope you were obedient? + +_Cel_. I was so ever. + +_Dem_. And ye were bravely us'd? + +_Cel_. I wanted nothing: +My maiden-head to a mote i'th' Sun, he's jealous: +I must now play the knave with him, though I dye for't, +'Tis in my nature. + +_Dem_. Her very eyes are alter'd: +Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet-- +And what were those came for ye? + +_Cel_. Monstrous jealous: +Have I liv'd at the rate of these scorn'd questions? +They seem'd of good sort, Gentlemen. + +_Dem_. Kind men? + +_Cel_. They were wondrous kind: +I was much beholding to 'em; +There was one _Menippus_ Sir. + +_Dem_. Ha? + +_Cel_. One _Menippus_, +A notable merry Lord, and a good companion. + +_Dem_. And one _Charinthus_ too? + +_Cel_. Yes, there was such a one. + +_Dem_. And _Timon_? + +_Cel_. 'Tis most true. + +_Dem_. And thou most treacherous: +My Fathers bawds by----they never miss course; +And were these daily with ye? + +_Cel_. Every hour Sir. + +_Dem_. And was there not a Lady, a fat Lady? + +_Cel_. O yes; a notable good wench. + +_Dem_. The Devil fetch her. + +_Cel_. 'Tis ev'n the merriest wench-- + +_Dem_. Did she keep with ye too? + +_Cel_. She was all in all; my bed-fellow, eat with me, +Brought me acquainted. + +_Dem_. You are well know[n] here then? + +_Cel_. There is no living here a stranger I think. + +_Dem_. How came ye by this brave gown? + +_Cel_. This is a poor one: +Alas, I have twenty richer: do you see these jewels? +Why, they are the poorest things, to those are sent me, +And sent me hourly too. + +_Dem_. Is there no modestie? +No faith in this fair Sex? + +_Leo_. What will this prove too? +For yet with all my wits, I understand not. + +_Dem_. Come hither; thou art dead indeed, lost, tainted; +All that I left thee fair, and innocent, +Sweet as thy youth, and carrying comfort in't; +All that I hoped for vertuous, is fled from thee, +Turn'd black, and bankrupt. + +_Leo_. 'By'r Lady, this cuts shrewdly. + +_Dem_. Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee; +The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai'd thee; +Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one, +Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis'd one, +And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin; +Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of; +Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces. +Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating. + +_Cel_. You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir; +I did but jest with you. + +_Dem_. Look not upon me, +There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours; +And when they flame, more torments. + +_Cel_. Dare ye trust me? +You durst once even with all you had: your love Sir? +By this fair light I am honest. + +_Dem_. Thou subtle _Circe_, +Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses: +Curse not the day. + +_Cel_. Come, come, you shall not do this: +How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me; +You are not in the field among your Enemies; +Come, I must cool this courage. + +_Dem_. Out thou impudence, +Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee, +I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction, +I pull'd into my heart that sudden poyson, +That now consumes my dear content to cinders: +I am not now _Demetrius_, thou hast chang'd me; +Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang'd me; +Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me; +And where, before I touch'd on this fair ruine, +I was a man, and reason made, and mov'd me, +Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander. + +_Cel_. And as you are noble, do you think I did this? + +_Dem_. Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me. + +_Cel_. I will go from ye, never more to see ye: +I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o're me; +And through the progress of my life hereafter; +Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man, +One that ne're knew the worth of polish'd vertue; +A base suspecter of a virgins honour, +A child that flings away the wealth he cri'd for, +Him will I call _Demetrius_: that fool _Demetrius_, +That mad man a _Demetrius_; and that false man, +The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince _Demetrius_. +You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye, +Petition for my peace; let those that feel here +The weight of evil, wait for such a favour, +I am above your hate, as far above it, +In all the actions of an innocent life, +As the pure Stars are from the muddy meteors, +Cry when you know your folly: howl and curse then, +Beat that unmanly breast, that holds a false heart +When ye shall come to know, whom ye have flung from ye. + +_Dem_. Pray ye stay a little. + +_Cel_. Not your hopes can alter me. +Then let a thousand black thoughts muster in ye, +And with those enter in a thousand doatings; +Those eyes be never shut, but drop to nothing: +My innocence for ever haunt and fright ye: +Those arms together grow in folds; that tongue, +That bold bad tongue that barks out these disgraces. +When you shall come to know how nobly vertuous +I have preserv'd my life, rot, rot within ye. + +_Dem_. What shall I doe? + +_Cel_. Live a lost man for ever. +Go ask your Fathers conscience what I suffered, +And through what seas of hazards I sayl'd through: +Mine honour still advanced in spight of tempests, +Then take your leave of love; and confess freely, +You were never worthy of this heart that serv'd ye, +And so farewel ungratefull-- [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. Is she gone? + +_Leo_. I'le follow her, and will find out this matter.-- [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Lords. + +_Ant_. Are ye pleas'd now? have you got your heart again? +Have I restor'd ye that? + +_Dem_. Sir even for Heaven sake, +And sacred truth sake, tell me how ye found her. + +_Ant_. I will, and in few words. Before I tri'd her, +'Tis true, I thought her most unfit your fellowship, +And fear'd her too: which fear begot that story +I told ye first: but since, like gold I toucht her. + +_Dem_. And how dear Sir? + +_Ant_. Heavens holy light's not purer: +The constancy and goodness of all women +That ever liv'd, to win the names of worthy, +This noble Maid has doubled in her: honour, +All promises of wealth, all art to win her, +And by all tongues imploy'd, wrought as much on her +As one may doe upon the Sun at noon day +By lighting Candles up: her shape is heavenly, +And to that heavenly shape her thoughts are angels. + +_Dem_. Why did you tell me Sir? + +_Ant_. 'Tis true, I err'd in't: +But since I made a full proof of her vertue, +I find a King too poor a servant for her. +Love her, and honour her; in all observe her. +She must be something more than time yet tells her: +And certain I believe him b[l]est, enjoyes her: +I would not lose the hope of such a Daughter, +To adde another Empire to my honour.-- [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. O wretched state! to what end shall I turn me? +And where begins my penance? now, what service +Will win her love again? my death must doe it: +And if that sacrifice can purge my follies, +Be pleas'd, O mightie Love, I dye thy servant-- [_Exit._ + + + + +_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Leontius, _and_ Celia. + +_Leo_. I know he do's not deserve ye; h'as us'd you poorly: +And to redeem himself-- + +_Cel_. Redeem? + +_Leo_. I know it-- +There's no way left. + +_Cel_. For Heavens sake do not name him, +Do not think on him Sir, he's so far from me +In all my thoughts now, methinks I never knew him. + +_Leo_. But yet I would see him again. + +_Cel_. No, never, never. + +_Leo_. I do not mean to lend him any comfort; +But to afflict him, so to torture him; +That even his very Soul may shake within him: +To make him know, though he be great and powerfull, +'Tis not within his aim to deal dishonourably, +And carry it off; and with a maid of your sort. + +_Cel_. I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him; +Now, now, I could whet my anger at him; +Now arm'd with bitterness, I could shoot through him; +I long to vex him. + +_Leo_. And doe it home, and bravely. + +_Cel_. Were I a man! + +_Leo_. I'le help that weakness in ye: +I honour ye, and serve ye. + +_Cel_. Not only to disclaim me, +When he had seal'd his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me, +And poor believing I became his servant: +But most maliciously to brand my credit, +Stain my pure name. + +_Leo_. I would not suffer it: +See him I would again, and to his teeth too: +Od's precious, I would ring him such a lesson-- + +_Cel_. I have done that already. + +_Leo_. Nothing, nothing: +It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time +He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it. +That, and your urg'd on anger to the highest, +Why, 'twill be such a stroak-- + +_Cel_. Say he repent then, +And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman; +A woman that have lov'd him, Sir, have honour'd him: +I am no more. + +_Leo_. Why, you may deal thereafter. + +_Cel_. If I forgive him, I am lost. + +_Leo_. Hold there then, +The sport will be to what a poor submission-- +But keep you strong. + +_Cel_. I would not see him. + +_Leo_. Yes, +You shall Ring his knell. + +_Cel_. How if I kill him? + +_Leo_. Kill him? why, let him dye. + +_Cel_. I know 'tis fit so. +But why should I that lov'd him once, destroy him? +O had he scap't this sin, what a brave Gentleman-- + +_Leo_. I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler, +A handsomer, the whole world had not show'd ye: +And to his making such a mind-- + +_Cel_. 'Tis certain: +But all this I must now forget. + +_Leo_. You shall not +If I have any art: goe up sweet Lady, +And trust my truth. + +_Cel_. But good Sir bring him not. + +_Leo_. I would not for the honour ye are born to, +But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him. + +_Cel_. You will be near me then. + +_Leo_. I will be with ye; +Yet there's some hope to stop this gap, I'le work hard. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA II._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent. Lieutenant, and Lords._ + +_Ant_. But is it possible this fellow took it? + +_2 Gent_. It seems so by the violence it wrought with, +Yet now the fits ev'n off. + +_Men_. I beseech your Grace. + +_Ant_. Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart, +And am right glad she drank it not her self, +And more glad that the vertuous maid escap't it, +I would not for the world 'thad hit: but that this Souldier, +Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit; +Can he make rimes too? + +_2 Gent_. H'as made a thousand Sir, +And plaies the burthen to 'em on a Jews-trump, + +_Ant_. He looks as though he were bepist: do you love me Sir? + +_Lieu_. Yes surely even with all my heart. + +_Ant_. I thank ye; +I am glad I have so good a subject: but pray ye tell me, +How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter? + +_Lieu_. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier +That your grace owes just half a years pay to. + +_Ant_. Well remembred; +And did I seem so young and amiable to ye? + +_Lieu_. Methought you were the sweetest youth-- + +_Ant_. That's excellent. + +_Lieu_. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye, +I wished, and wished-- + +_Ant_. What didst thou wish prethee? + +_Lieu_. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye, +A handsom wench Sir. + +_Ant_. Why? God a Mercy Souldier: +I seem not so now to thee. + +_Lieu_. Not all out: +And yet I have a grudging to your grace still. + +_Ant_. Thou wast never in love before? + +_Lieu_. Not with a King, +And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir, +I have had such plunges, and such bickrings, +And as it were such runnings atilt within me, +For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye. + +_Ant_. God a-mercy still. + +_Lieu_. I had it with a vengeance, +It plaid his prize. + +_Ant_. I would not have been a wench then, +Though of this age. + +_Lieu_. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye. + +_Ant_. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers +That e're I saw--wilt have another potion? + +_Lieu_. If you will be another thing, have at ye. + +_Ant_. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier, +Do bravely, I'le love thee as much. + +_Lieu_. I thank ye; +But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye: +I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge. + +_2 Gent_. That's certain Sir; +Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye, +Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase; +Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd; +Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this, +Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet. + +_Ant_. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd; +And sirrah, for this potion you have taken, +I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on. + +_Men_. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk. + +_Lieu_. I hope so. + +_Ant_. Are the Princes come to th' Court? + +_Men_. They are all, and lodg'd Sir. + +_Ant_. Come then, make ready for their entertainment, +Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir. + +_Lieu_. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA III._ + + +_Enter Demetrius, and Leontius. + +_Dem_. Let me but see her, dear _Leontius_; +Let me but dye before her. + +_Leo_. Would that would doe it: +If I knew where she lay now, with what honestie, +You having flung so main a mischief on her, +And on so innocent and sweet a Beauty, +Dare I present your visit? + +_Dem_. I'le repent all: +And with the greatest sacrifice of sorrow, +That ever Lover made. + +_Leo_. 'Twill be too late Sir: +I know not what will become of you. + +_Dem_. You can help me. + +_Leo_. It may be to her sight: what are you nearer? +She has sworn she will not speak to ye, look upon ye, +And to love ye again, O she cries out, and thunders, +She had rather love--there is no hope-- + +_Dem_. Yes _Leontius_, +There is a hope, which though it draw no love to it, +At least will draw her to lament my fortune, +And that hope shall relieve me. + +_Leo_. Hark ye Sir, hark ye: +Say I should bring ye-- + +_Dem_. Do [not] trifle with me? + +_Leo_. I will not trifle; both together bring ye, +You know the wrongs ye' done. + +_Dem_. I do confess 'em. + +_Leo_. And if you should then jump into your fury, +And have another querk in your head. + +_Dem_. I'le dye first. + +_Leo_. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain, +The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse. + +_Dem_. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance. + +_Leo_. You must look wondrous sad too. + +_Dem_. I need not look so, +I am truly sadness self. + +_Leo_. That look will do it: +Stay here, I'le bring her to you instantly: +But take heed how you bear your self: sit down there, +The more humble you are, the more she'l take compassion. +Women are per'lous thing[s] to deal upon. [_Exit._ + +_Dem_. What shall become of me? to curse my fortune, +Were but to curse my Father; that's too impious; +But under whatsoever fate I suffer, +Bless I beseech thee heaven her harmless goodness. + +_Enter Leontius, and Celia._ + +_Leo_. Now arm your self. + +_Cel_. You have not brought him? + +_Leo_. Yes faith, +And there he is: you see in what poor plight too, +Now you may doe your will, kill him, or save him. + +_Cel_. I will goe back. + +_Leo_. I will be hang'd then Lady, +Are ye a coward now? + +_Cel_. I cannot speak to him. + +_Dem_. O me. + +_Leo_. There was a sigh to blow a Church down; +So, now their eyes are fixt, the small shot playes, +They will come to th' batterie anon. + +_Cel_. He weeps extreamly. + +_Leo_. Rail at him now. + +_Cel_. I dare not. + +_Leo_. I am glad on't. + +_Cel_. Nor dare believe his tears. + +_Dem_. You may, blest beauty, +For those thick streams that troubled my repentance, +Are crept out long agoe. + +_Leo_. You see how he looks. + +_Cel_. What have I to doe how he looks? how lookt he then, +When with a poisoned tooth he bit mine honour? +It was your counsel too, to scorn and slight him. + +_Leo_. I, if ye saw fit cause; and you confest too, +Except this sin, he was the bravest Gentleman, +The sweetest, noblest: I take nothing from ye, +Nor from your anger; use him as you please: +For to say truth, he has deserved your justice; +But still consider what he has been to you. + +_Cel_. Pray do not blind me thus. + +_Dem_. O Gentle Mistris, +If there were any way to expiate +A sin so great as mine, by intercession, +By prayers, by daily tears, by dying for ye: +O what a joy would close these eyes that love ye. + +_Leo_. They say women have tender hearts, I know not, +I am sure mine melts. + +_Cel_. Sir, I forgive ye heartily, +And all your wrong to me I cast behind me, +And wish ye a fit beauty to your vertues: +Mine is too poor, in peace I part thus from you; +I must look back: gods keep your grace: he's here still. [_Ex._ + +_Dem_. She has forgiven me. + +_Leo_. She has directed ye: +Up, up, and follow like a man: away Sir, +She lookt behind her twice: her heart dwells here Sir, +Ye drew tears from her too: she cannot freeze thus; +The door's set open too, are ye a man? +Are ye alive? do ye understand her meaning? +Have ye bloud and spirit in ye? + +_Dem_. I dare not trouble her. + +_Leo_. Nay, and you will be nip't i'th' head with nothing, +Walk whining up and down; I dare not, I cannot: +Strike now or never: faint heart, you know what Sir-- +Be govern'd by your fear, and quench your fire out. +A Devil on't, stands this door ope for nothing? +So get ye together, and be naught: now to secure all, +Will I go fetch out a more soveraign plaister. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_SCENA IV._ + + +_Enter Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Lieutenant, Gentlemen, +Lords._ + +_Ant_. This peace is fairly made. + +_Seleu_. Would your Grace wish us +To put in more: take what you please, we yield it; +The honour done us by your son constrains it, +Your noble son. + +_Ant_. It is sufficient, Princes; +And now we are one again, one mind, one body, +And one sword shall strike for us. + +_Lys_. Let Prince _Demetrius_ +But lead us on: for we are his vowed servants; +Against the strength of all the world we'l buckle. + +_Ptol_. And even from all that strength we'l catch at victory. + +_Sel_. O had I now recover'd but the fortune +I lost in _Antioch_, when mine Unckle perish'd; +But that were but to surfeit me with blessings. + +_Lys_. You lost a sweet child there. + +_Sel_. Name it no more Sir; +This is no time to entertain such sorrows; +Will your Majesty do us the honour, we may see the Prince, +And wait upon him? + +_Enter Leon._ + +_Ant_. I wonder he stayes from us: +How now _Leontius_, where's my son? + +_Sel_. Brave Captain. + +_Lys_. Old valiant Sir. + +_Leo_. Your Graces are welcom: +Your son and't please you Sir, is new cashiered yonder, +Cast from his Mistris favour: and such a coil there is; +Such fending, and such proving; she stands off, +And will by no means yield to composition: +He offers any price; his body to her. + +_Sel_. She is a hard Lady, denies that caution. + +_Leo_. And now they whine, and now they rave: faith Princes, +'Twere a good point of charity to piece 'em; +For less than such a power will doe just nothing: +And if you mean to see him, there it must be, +For there will he grow, till he be transplanted. + +_Sel_. Beseech your grace, let's wait upon you thither, +That I may see that beauty dares deny him, +That scornfull beauty. + +_Ptol_. I should think it worse now; +Ill brought up beauty. + +_Ant_. She has too much reason for't; +Which with too great a grief, I shame to think of, +But we'll go see this game. + +_Lys_. Rather this wonder. + +_Ant_. Be you our guide _Leontius_, here's a new peace. [_Ex._ + + + + +_SCENA V._ + + +_Enter Demetrius and Celia._ + +_Cel_. Thus far you shall perswade me, still to honour ye, +Still to live with ye, Sir, or near about ye; +For not to lye, you have my first and last love: +But since you have conceiv'd an evil against me, +An evil that so much concerns your honour, +That honour aim'd by all at for a pattern: +And though there be a false thought, and confest too, +And much repentance faln in showrs to purge it; +Yet, whilest that great respect I ever bore ye, +Dwells in my bloud, and in my heart that duty; +Had it but been a dream, I must not touch ye. + +_Dem_. O you will make some other happy? + +_Cel_. Never, +Upon this hand I'le seal that faith. + +_Dem_. We may kiss, +Put not those out o'th' peace too. + +_Cel_. Those I'le give ye, +So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your _ne ultra_, +I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye, +Be your poor Mistris still: in truth I love ye. + +_Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Lieutenant, +and Gentleman._ + +_Dem_. Stay, who are these? + +_Lys_. A very handsom Lady. + +_Leo_. As e're you saw. + +_Sel_. Pity her heart's so cruel. + +_Lys_. How does your Grace? he stands still, will not hear us. + +_Ptol_. We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes. + +_Lys_. He bows a little now; he's strangely alter'd. + +_Sel_. Ha? pray ye a word _Leontius_, pray ye a word with ye, +_Lysimachus_? you bo'th knew mine _Enanthe_, +I lost in _Antioch_, when the Town was taken, +Mine Uncle slain, _Antigonus_ had the sack on't? + +_Lys_. Yes, I remember well the Girl. + +_Sel_. Methinks now +That face is wondrous like her: I have her picture, +The same, but more years on her; the very same. + +_Lys_. A Cherry to a Chery is not liker. + +_Sel_. Look on her eyes. + +_Leo_. Most certain she is like her: +Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir, +And I hope who will more. + +_Ant_. What's that ye look at, Pr[in]ces? + +_Sel_. This Picture, and that Lady, Sir. + +_Ant_. Ha! they are near: +They only err in time. + +_Lys_. Did you mark that blush there? +That came the nearest. + +_Sel_. I must speak to her. + +_Leo_. You'll quickly be resolved. + +_Sel_. Your name sweet Lady? + +_Cel_. _Enanthe_, Sir: and this to beg your blessing. + +_Sel_. Do you know me? + +_Cel_. If you be the King _Seleucus_, +I know you are my Father. + +_Sel_. Peace a little, +Where did I lose ye? + +_Cel_. At the Sack of _Antioch_, +Where my good Unckle di'd, and I was taken, +By a mean Souldier taken: by this Prince, +This noble Prince, redeem'd from him again, +Where ever since I have remain'd his Servant. + +_Sel_. My joys are now too full: welcome _Enanthe_, +Mine own, my dearest, and my best _Enanthe_. + +_Dem_. And mine too desperate. + +_Sel_. You shall not think so, +This is a peace indeed. + +_Ant_. I hope it shall be, +And ask it first. + +_Cel_. Most Royal Sir, ye have it. + +_Dem_. I once more beg it thus. + +_Sel_. You must not be deny'd, Sir. + +_Cel_. By me, I am sure he must not: sure he shall not; +Kneeling I give it too; kneeling I take it; +And from this hour, no envious spight e're part us. + +_All_. The gods give happy joyes; all comforts to ye. + +_Dem_. My new _Enanthe_. + +_Ant_. Come, beat all the Drums up, +And all the noble instruments of War: +Let 'em fill all the Kingdom with their sound, +And those the brazen Arch of Heaven break through, +While to the Temple we conduct these two. + +_Leo_. May they be ever loving, ever young, +And ever worthy of those lines they sprung; +May their fair issues walk with time along. + +_Lieu_. And hang a Coward now; and there's my song. [_Exeunt._ + + * * * * * + + + + +Prologue. + + _Would some man would instruct me what to say + For this same Prologue, usual to a Play, + Is tied to such an old form of Petition; + Men must say nothing now beyond commission: + The Cloaks we wear, the Leggs we make, the place + We stand in, must be one; and one the face. + Nor alter'd nor exceeded; if it be, + A general hisse hangs on our levitie: + We have a Play, a new Play to play now, + And thus low in our Playes behalf we bow; + We bow to beg your suffrage, and kind ear; + If it were naught, or that it might appear, + A thing buoy'd up by prayer, Gentlemen, + Believe my faith, you should not see me then. + Let them speak then have power to stop a storm: + I never lov'd to feel a House so warm: + But for the Play if you dare credit me, + I think it well: All new things you shall see, + And these disposed to all the mirth that may; + And short enough we hope: and such a Play + You were wont to like: sit nobly then, and see: + If it miscarry, pray look not for me._ + + * * * * * + + + + +Epilogue, +Spoke by the _Lieutenant_. + + _I am not cur'd yet throughly; for believe + I feel another passion that may grieve, + All over me I feel it too: and now + It takes me cold, cold, cold, I know not how: + As you are good men help me, a Carowse + May make me love you all, all here i'th' house, + And all that come to see me doatingly; + Now lend your hands; and for your courtesie, + The next imployment I am sent upon, + I'le swear you are Physicians, the War's none._ + + + + +THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT. + +(A) The First Folio. +(B) The Second Folio. +(C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. + +This MS. is a beautiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound +in vellum, with gilt lines and a gilt design on the cover. The following +particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:-- + +'K. Digby Margrit +This Manuscript belonged to the celebrated +Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter +(one of the daughters & co-heiresses of his eldest +son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq're +of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter +& coheiress to Richard Williams Esq., my Great Grandfather. +Thro' this connection of my family with +that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books +& Manuscripts have come into my possession. +Wm W.E. Wynne. +given by W.W.E. Wynne Esqre to me +W. Ormsby Gore +April 8. 1837.' + +The title-page is as follows:-- + +'Demetrius +and +Enanthe, +a pleasant Comedie +written by +John Fletcher gent.' + + +Surrounding the title are rough decorations drawn in ink in the form of +corkscrew scrolls. + +The following dedication is written on the leaf following the +title-page:-- + +To the honorable +Sir +Kelham Digbie +Knight. + +Worthie Sir. + +I know, that to a Man of your religious Inclination, a devine Argument +would have byn much more Wellcom; And such a one (good Sir) have I upon +the Anvile for you, but it requires some-what a more Consolatorie time to +fashion it: Being therefore by the Wise-mans rule (That sales there is a +time for all thinges) encouraged, I hope it will not be much in-oportune, +after a Season so sad, to present you with a Matter Recreative. Well +knowing, that you that know well how to bestow all your howers, will (in +yo'r release from higher Studies) not think a litle peece of time lost, in +casting, upon this Comedie, yo'r Smile, and upon him, that (in all dutie) +submits it to yo'r generous Acceptaunce, your Noble Favo'r, as upon one +that shall still rejoyce to be esteemed + Your Commaunded Beades-man + Ralph Crane. +Novemb. 27. 1625. + + +p. 281, +Omitted in C. Also omitted in A save the title, The Humourous Lieutenant. +l. 34. B _misprints_] Evanthe. + +p. 282, +l. 2. C] 2 Gent. Ushers, & Servants with. +l. 3. C _omits_] quick. +l. 6. C] 'pray ye tell. +l. 7. C] Mornings. +l. 8. C _omits_] Lord. + C] you should live. +l. 11. C] are off the. + A] are of the. +l. 12. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 13. C _adds_] + (make all things perfect) would you have theis Ladies, + they that come here to see the Show, theis Beuties (Enter 2. or + that have byn labouring to sett-off their Sweetnes, (3. Ladies + and washed, and curld; perfum'd, and taken Glisters, + for feare a flaw of wind might over-take 'em, + loose theis, and all theire expectations? +l. 19. C] eie. +l. 20. C] and where. +l. 22. C] shall survey their. +l. 26. C] Enter divers Cittizens, & their wives. +ll. 28 and 29. C _gives these 2 ll. simply to_ Citt. +l. 36. _Omitted in_ C. + A] was as like. + +p. 283, +ll. 1 and 2. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 6. C] he is. +l. 7. _Omitted in_ C. +l. 9. C] Enter Celia, (in poore attire). +l. 13. C] are lost too. +l. 14. C] mine eies. +l. 16. C] dores. +l. 22. C _omits_] Death. +l. 24. C _omits_] a Devil...mine honestie? _and adds_] + +Cel. I crave your mercy: I meant no such thing to ye: +but if ye were a Gentleman: + +2. alas (poore woman:) +'pray doe not thrust her soe: + +Cel. nay: even continue: +and doe not let your Office fall (Sir) I beseech ye: +for want of Indiscretion, and ill-manners; +you would have made a notable sturdy Beadle: + +1. She must goe out: + +Cel. I am out already (Sir) +out of my witts, you say: 'pray heaven it prove not; +if this fell ffitt afflict me. + +l. 29. C] Agent for the. +l. 32. C] + +of Gentleman +and did forgive that hereditary folly +belongs to your Place: but now, etc. + +l. 37. C _omits_] one. + +p. 284, +l. 8. C] in Gibbitts. +l. 9. C] par'lous. +l. 14. C] Showes are past ye. A] shews are past. +l. 18. C] merry, (Sir). +l. 23. C] you deare (Sir). +l. 32. C. _gives the first three words to_ 1 Ush. +l. 33. C] Antigonus: and his Traine. + +p. 285, +l. 2. C's _stage direction reads_ Enter ye Embassadors. from + Seleucus, Lysimachus, & Ptolomey: +l. 7. C] Greivances? _and omits_ l. 8. +ll. 13 and 14. C _prints_ (not like...open Enemie) + _after_ ye' have hedg'd in _and omits_ as. +l. 17. C] bloody Roades. +l. 18. C _adds_] + +2. Emb. We therefore, +as yet the ministers of Peace, of ffriendship, +as yet our MASTERS Swords, and Angers sleeping, +all former Injuries forgot, and buried, +as yet to stop that swelling tide of Blood, +(O mightie Sir) that when it comes, like Tempests +broke from the raging North, beates all before 'em. +We yet crave restitution of those Lands, +those Citties sackd*, those PRISONERS, and that PREY, +the Soldiers, by your will, stands Master of; +Thinck, etc. + +l. 19. B] love great, Sir. +l. 20. C] you late held. A] hold. +l. 31. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 32. C _adds_] + +or War, (though rather +I could afford your Age, so much discretion +to leave off brawling now);* The Wars are doubtfull, +and on Our Horsemens Staves, Death lookes as grimly +as on your keene-edgd Swords: Our darts sure pointed, +and from Our sinowye Bowes, we can raise showres +of bloody Shaffts, shall hide the face of heaven, +and cast as deepe Ecclipzes ore the day, +and terrible, as yours: Our Strengthes are equall; +Our hopes, as high, and wanton: Even our _Men_ +the same in Labours, and in Sufferance: +Hunger they dare contemne, as well as yours, +and where they find no Meate, feed on their Angers, +march on the edge of danger; Rest and Sleepe, +(the soules of soft, and tender Bodies) they +shake off, as well as yours: And when tyrde Nature +locks up their Spiritts, yet like Stormes, farr off, +even in their Rest, they raise a warlike Murmurr, +we come prepard for either. {Enter Prince Demetrius + {from hunting: attended + {wth yong Gentlemen. + +l. 35. C] trembles. +l. 36. C] It's He. + +p. 286, +l. 6. A _gives_ Gent _to the end of this line, not to line 5_. +l. 11. C] MASTERS lives. +l. 18. _A comma has been added at end of line_. +l. 25. C] now a god speakes. A] Now 'a speakes. +l. 35. A and C] at his best. +l. 40. C] MUNITION: Or must. + +p. 287, +l. 3. C] must they. +l. 4. A] same field. +l. 6. C] their desires. +l. 9. A] mortall thinge. +l. 18. C] it's. +l. 19. A and C] make. +l. 20. C] 'pray _and so throughout_. +l. 22. C] 'pray ye. +l. 25. C] to 'ye. +l. 29. C] 'pre-thee _and so throughout_. +l. 37. C _omits_] Madam, my service-- +l. 38. A] and 't. +ll. 39 and 40. C _omits_] 2. + +p. 288, +l. 1. A _gives this line to_ Cel. +l. 6. C] ffare ye well. +l. 13. C _omits_] 3. +l. 14. C _omits_] yet. +l. 18. C] answeares. +l. 25. C] 1. Emb. +l. 31. C _omits_] Gentlemen. +l. 34. C] beg that. +l. 36. C] growne weake, and old. + +p. 289, +l. 1. B] yer. +l. 5. C] teach me. +l. 11. C] O blesse. +l. 22. C _omits_] 2. +l. 26. C _omits_] now. +l. 29. A] thinkes. +l. 36. A and C] a wing. + +p. 290, +l. 6. B] ned. +l. 7. C] beleeve't. +l. 27. C] a wanton. + ll. 28, 29 and 30. C] + +Ant. did not you mark a Woman my Sonne risse to? +Gent. I saw her Sir +Ant. doe you know her? +Gent, noe; beleeve't, Sir: + +ll. 28-36. A] + +_Ant_. She must be known & suddenly; when you have done +Come in and take your leave sir, and some few +Prayers along. + +_Ant_. [sic] Do ye know her? + +_Gent. Char_. No, beleeve sir. + +_Ant_. Did you observe her _Tymon_? + +_Tym_. I look'd on her, +But what she is-- + +_Ant_. I must have that found. + +_Tym_. Well sir + +ll. 35 and 36. C] + +Tim. well Sir: +Ant. When you have done come in, and take your leave Sir, +some fewe praires along.--Ext. + +p. 291. +C _omits_ l. 9. +l. 11. C] see her. +l. 16. C _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 21. C] Coronall. +l. 26. A] Th'allarums. C] the Allarums of soft vowes, and fightes + and fidle-fadles. +l. 31. C] Enter y'e Leiuetenant. +l. 35. C] hath serv'd. +l. 36. C] and trayld a. +l. 37. C] so honorbled. + +p. 292, +l. 18. C] 'not a pangue. +l. 20. C] should be all. +l. 29. C] that hath. +l. 30. C] hath taken. +l. 38. C] stay us. + +p. 293, +l. 9. C] noe 'beleeve' Sir. +l. 18. C _omits_] Sir. +l. 39. C] unles 'twas. + +p. 294, +l. 4. C] y'ar. +l. 38. C _adds stage direction_] Droms beate. + +p. 295, +l. 14. C _adds stage direction_] Droms agen. +l. 16. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 18. C] fye on. +l. 29. C _adds_] Exeunt severally. +l. 31. C] and Timon. + +p. 296, ll. 2-4. C _adds_] + +should never be imploid; how are you certaine +she is a stranger? + +Tim. being so yong, and handsome, +and not made privy to your Graces pleasures +for I presume under your gracious favo'r +you have not yet (Sir.) + +Ant. what (Sir?) + +Tim. as they say (Sir) +made any salley on her, or delighted +your roiall body; + +Ant. you prate like a coxcombe. + +Tim. sure I thinck I doe (Sir) But (howsoever) +I speake with in my compasse; in theis matters +that concerne partie, and partie, and no farther, +that reach but to the meere instruction +and garnishing of youth: + +Ant. you'll hold your prating? + +Tim. I know not: for theis twentie yeares, I am sure on't, +(I thinck theis five and twenty) I have serv'd ye, +and serv'd ye with as good, and gratious pleasure, +like a true Subject, ever cautulous +that nothing you receivd from me, to sport ye, +but should endure all tests, and all translations: +I thinck I have don soe: and I thinck I have fitted yee: +and if a coxcomb can doe theis things handsomer: + +Ant. Wellcom _Minippus_. {Enter _Minippus_. + +l. 27. C] confident. +l. 30. C _gives this line to_ Car. +l. 31. C] there's, + +p. 297, +l. 1. B] groose. +l. 7. C] Enter Demetrius, and Leontius. +l. 30. C] I live to know. +l. 36. C] sure if. + +p. 298, +l. 4. C] hang out. +l. 7. C] as your. +l. 8. C] that know. +ll. 10 and 11. C _transposes these two_ ll. +l. 12. C] hath sent. +l. 17. C] I see ye. +l. 29. C] 'pray ye doe. +l. 35. C] designes it. + +p. 299, +l. 2. C] we are mawld. +l. 8. C] so thrashd. +l. 11. C] on my...about. +l. 14. C] Coronall _and so throughout, with variations of spelling_. +l. 18. C] over. +l. 30. A _by mistake gives this line to_ Leo. C. _omits_ l. 31. +l. 33. C] in peeces. +l. 36. C] he hath. +l. 37. C] Julipps. +l. 38. C _gives this line to_ Dem. +l. 39. C] noe: noe: hang him. + +p. 300, +l. 5. C] dampnable. +l. 13. C _adds_] Exit. +l. 21. C _omits this line and gives the following line to_ Leo. +l. 24. C] Enter Leucippe, and her Maides, writing. +l. 25. C] Mariane. +l. 35. C] peevish, very peevish. +l. 36. C] and the. + +p. 301, +l. 1. C _adds stage direction_] she turnes over a Booke. +l. 19. C] those. +l. 33. C] The Chamber next to th' Parck. +l. 34. C] 2. Maid. +l. 35. A and C] bid. +l. 37. C] besides, she is. A] beside. +l. 39. C _omits one_ Thisbee. A _misprints it_ This. + +p. 302, +l. 8. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 9. C] follow your. +l. 11. _adds stage direction_] she turnes over y'e Booke. +l. 19. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 22. A] and 't. +l. 28. C] come heather. +l. 33. C] your helpe. +l. 38. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 39. C] Maid. + +p. 3O3, +l. 1. C _for_ Phe _reads_ Girle. +l. 3. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 5. C _puts_ I'll...action _in parentheses_. +l. 7. C] Who's that there? _and omits stage direction._ +l. 10. B] Menippe. +l. 12. C] if you were. +l. 14. C] o' th'. +l. 32. C] thou wert. + +p. 304, +l. 8. C] will yet work, without Barme (boy). +l. 12. C] Enter Antigonus, and a Soldier; wth Attendants. +l. 18. C] 'faith. A] discretion. +l. 20. C] and ye Leiutenant. +l. 22. A] _Lord Men_. A and B] Grace--s. +l. 27. C] backs. +l. 29. C] by heaven. + +p. 305, +l. 11. A] say truth. +l. 25. C] 'chaunce. +l. 30. C _omits this line_. +l. 35. C] but I. + +p. 306, +l. 5. C] and would. +l. 18. C] a joyfull showt. Enter Gentlemen. +l. 19. C] He doth. +l. 20. B] top? +l. 28. C] Gent. +l. 34. A and C] for heaven sake. +l. 39. C] all take. + +p. 307, +l. 3. C] stood then before. +l. 11. C] that ye. +l. 14. C] I give. +l. 15. C _omits this line_. +l. 20. C] if 'twer. +l. 22. C] ev'n...ev'n that pure blessing. +l. 25. C] still (Sir?). +l. 28. C] Gent. +l. 31. C _gives this line to_ Gent. +l. 35. C] 'mercie upon ye. +l. 36. C] ayle ye? 'pray doe. A] ayle ye...'death. +l. 40. C] did ye. + +p. 308, +ll. 1 and 2. C] 'beate...'beate. +l. 3. A and C] has. +l. 9. C] strake. +l. 10. C] dost not thou. +l. 12. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and the next only to_ Dem. +l. 17. C] 'has beat. A] h'as. +l. 19. C _omits this line_. +l. 35. C] now ye. + +p. 309, +l. 12. C] where 't please you, as ye march. +l. 15. C] and there. +l. 28. C] a goodly company. +l. 34. C] your musty whore; you Rogue. + +p. 310, +l. 1. C] by this good light I'll. +l. 2. C] 'strange. +l. 3. C] have that. +l. 5. C] out upon thee. +l. 16. C] and Hostisse. +l. 27. C] there is. +l. 32. C] blesse him. +l. 38. C] o'th'. + +p. 311, +l. 8. C] heaven knowes, the. +l. 21. C] Minippus _and so throughout_. +l. 34. C] an hundred. +l. 37. C _omits_] on. + +p. 312, +l. 13. C] her be more. +l. 17. C] and Hostesse _and so throughout_. +l. 18. C] from whence. +l. 21. C] you knew. +l. 27. C] doth it. + +p. 313, +l. 1. C] a Trap. +l. 3. C] how I begin to sweatt now? +l. 7. C] out upon it. +l. 8. C] 'twas. +ll. 26-28 _are not in_ C. +l. 29. C] I dare not cursse him? +ll. 31-34 _are not in_ C. +l. 37. C] in the' ie (Lady). +l. 40 _is not in_ C. + +p. 314, +l. 1 _is not in_ C. +l. 14. C] beshrew thy hart, why. +ll. 18 and 19. C] + +his angry will, if ere he come to know this +as he shall. + +l. 21. C] too sencibly. +ll. 22 and 23. C] + +no stale Stuff, for your money-Marts; that sent it? +who dares...dar'st. + +l. 34. C] how doth he? +l. 35. C] oh, my head: my head. + +p. 315, l. 1. A] did a'. +l. 21 _is not in_ C, _but see below_. +l. 23. C] + +Hos. you'll find I said soe: +I say it must be: the more my greif (heaven knowes) +I hope etc. + +l. 25. C] art' sure. +l. 27. C] (she is mightie crafty. A] peilous crafty. +l. 33. C] whilst the. + +p. 316, +l. 3. C] + +(now the devill's in her) +he's etc. + +l. 13. C] Leontius running after him: Drums within. +l. 23. A and C] doe but make. +l. 28. C] 'faith. +l. 31. C] art' not thou he? +l. 37. C] ye' have found the cause on't. + +p. 317, +l. 8. B] so see. +l. 9. C] thou fight no more. +l. 10. C] in the. +l. 11. C] nere. +l. 19. C] heaven deliver me. +l. 11. C] Sirha. +l. 24. C] provocatives. +l. 30. C] a' devill. +l. 31. C] provoake ye. +l. 36. C] mary' that. +l. 37. C] Enter Gentlemen. +l. 39. C] hath 'hedgd. A] has. + +p. 318, +l. 3. C] he hath. +l. 4. C _omits_] Sir. +l. 11. C] help. +l. 23. C _omits_] 2. +l. 25. C _adds another_] quickly. +l. 26. C] run...thicke. +C _gives this line to_ Lieu. _and the next to_ Leo. +l. 31. C] I'll bate thee one: +goe winck, and fight: for shame. +l. 38. C] a tird Girole. +l. 39. C _omits_] 2. + +p. 319, +l. 1. C] why that, (Sir) that: doe. +l. 2. C _omits_] 2. +ll. 10 and 11. C] + +I thanck thee: A] God a mercy, +I thanck thee, with. God a mercy with. + +l. 17. C] argument: a toy: +l. 18. C _omits this line_. +l. 21. C] I'll nere. +l. 23. C] fit ye. +l. 24. C] upon's. +l. 25. C] who doth best: (Boyes.) + +p. 320, +l. 1. C] how doth she her coming? +l. 11. C] she hath. +l. 14. C] she hath...they fitt. +l. 17. C] and others. +l. 18. A _omits_] _Ant_. +l. 21. A] sung to it. +l. 22. C] Eies (by heaven) they kill on. +l. 33. C] 'pray ye where's. +l. 37. C] there was. + +p. 321, +l. 16. C] Ladies. +l. 17. C] not trouble ye. +l. 20. A and C] of such. +l. 28. C] on my. + +p. 322, +l. 12. C _omits_] now. +l. 25. C] Gentlemen. +l. 26. C] sure I. +l. 33. C] and of a. + +p. 323, +l. 2. C] and Gentlemen. +l. 19. C] a flotten. +ll. 24-26 _are omitted in_ C. +l. 34. C _omits_] 'Life. + +p. 324, +l. 9. C _adds a fourth_ ha. +l. 12. C _omits_] 2. +l. 15. C _gives this line to_ 1 Phis _and the next to_ 2 Phis. +l. 21. C] did not I. +l. 23. C] he's. +l. 34. C] and other Gentlemen. + +p. 325, +l. 3. C] our Watches. +l. 5. C] 'faith. +l. 8. C] yet: I see he. +l. 9. C _omits_] too. +l. 11. C] beleeve'. +l. 18. C] such a Hell...rise to. +l. 22. C] he's fairly. +l. 24. A and C] Doctor. +l. 26. C _omits_] 2. +l. 31. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 36. C _adds stage direction_] he drinks. 2. Kans. + +p. 326, +l. 3. B _misprints_] remembrace. +l. 7. C] Will performd. +l. 9. C] Wine begins to tickle. +l. 12. C] a Drom beates. +l. 13. C] one sung. +l. 15. C] Song? +l. 18. C _omits_] 2. +ll. 20 and 21. A] dare ye...dare ye. +l. 25. C] 'bove. +l. 28. C _gives this line to_ Dem. _ending with_ Sore? +_and adds_ 'tis true (Sir) _to the beginning of_ Phis. +l. 34. C] + +Phis. I know he's weake: but yet his hart's whole. + +p. 327, +l. 2. C _gives this line to_ Dem. +l. 6. C] how the. +l. 8. C _omits_] away, away, away. +l. 10. C] and Soldiers. +l. 24. C _adds_] Alarum within. +l. 31. C] who charges. + +p. 328, +l. 2. C] here five. +l. 5. A and C] a-peeces. +l. 11. C] Did I not. +l. 12. C _adds_] Exeunt. +ll. 13 and 14. C] Enter ye Leiutenant...driving Soldier before him. +l. 15. C] coxcomb. +l. 23. C _omits_] and...Gentlemen. +l. 25. C] men. +l. 29. C] he's hurt shrewdly. +l. 30. C] these. + +p. 329, l. 2. C _omits_] 2. +l. 6. C _adds_] Ext. +l. 9. C] + +yet: Come Leontius +Let's now up to theis Conquerors: they are our owne. + +l. 17. C _adds_] say: a Trompet: _The stage direction_ Enter a Trompet and +a Harrold _is 2 or 3 lines higher in_ C. +l. 25. C] Enter Seleucus Lismachus and Ptolomey. +l. 29. C] Honours. +l. 34. C] Dem. that will not doe it. +l. 35. C _has_ Leontius _at the end, not the beginning, of the line._ + +p. 330, +l. 3. A] such prizes. +l. 5. C] to doe. +l. 14. C] Mans. +l. 16. C] easie price. +l. 31. C] our comfort. + +p. 331, +l. 29. C] by heaven it. +l. 31. C] Lis. Ptol. +l. 32. C _omits this line and the stage direction on the following line_. +l. 36. C _omits this line and adds_ Exet. + +p. 332, +l. 5. A] And yet when she is as free, and when she is courted. + C] and yet She is, as free, and when she is courted. +l. 19. C _omits_] or Lords. +ll. 22 and 23. C gives these two lines to_ 1. Gent. +l. 25. C] and those. +l. 27. C] never see so...frozen. +l. 34. C] sings daintely. +l. 37. A] th' matter. + +p. 333, +l. 5. C] Enter Celia wth Ladies. +l. 10. C] Loves as Lay's. +l. 15. C] State. +l. 16. C] nowhether. +l. 21. C] no mortall. +l. 27. C] 'send. +l. 28. A and C] hand. +l. 30. A and C] that: that. + +p. 334 +l. 16. C] be to an. +l. 17. A and C] slubbers. +l. 26. C] nothing els to. + +p. 335, +l. 16. C] hath suckd. +l. 29. C] so light. +l. 39. C] 'pree-thee...doth the. +l. 40. C] he doth. + +p. 336, +l. 7. C] 'may. +l. 8. C] I have soe (Lady). +l. 17. C] be thine. +l. 18. C] the flames. +l. 36. C] Enter Demetrius: Leontius: +Gent: Soldiers: ye Host (talking wth Demetrious). + +p. 337, +l. 1. A and C] on ye. +l. 9. C _gives_ Exeunt _as the sole stage direction_. +l. 18. C] There is. +l. 19. C] Leontius, etc. +l. 23. C] hath. +l. 26. C] 'faith Sir. +l. 30. C] he hath. +l. 39. C] bore ye. A] bare me. + +p. 338, +l. 21. A and C] a Sorcerer. +l. 23. C] which hath. +l. 26. A _by mistake omits_ Dem. _and reads_ In heaven. +l. 37. A] and doe believe. + +p. 339, +l. 3. C] shew'd. +l. 5. C] upon her. +l. 26. C _omits_] and Gent. +l. 30. C] Wayt you. +l. 33. C] your Highnes. + +p. 340, +l. 8. C] discontent: Will speake. +l. 9. C _omits_] 2 Gent. C] hath taken. A] Has. +l. 17. C] she's not. +l. 22. C] hath now. +l. 24. C] none come. +l. 30. C] thy life. +l. 34. C] but drip...Snow doth. + +p. 341, +l. 4. A and C] and there. +l. 6. C] in now. +l. 16. C] yet you. +l. 31. C] reneage els. A] the coole: he will revenge els. +l. 36. A] I swore I. + +p. 342, +l. 1. C] Enter a Magitian wth a Bowle in his hand. +l. 3. A and C] Powders. A _gives this line to_ Mag. +l. 8. C] never. +l. 10. C _omits_] Exit. +l. 12. C's _stage direction runs_: He seems to Conjure: sweett Musick +is heard, and an Antick of litle Fayeries enter and dance about ye Bowle +and fling in things, and Ext. C _omits the Song and the Answer_. +l. 16. A] loose. +ll. 19 and 20. _A comma and a full stop have been transposed after_ Spell +_and_ desires. +l. 28. A] view e're day. +l. 30. A] and one. + +P. 343, +l. 14. C _omits this line_. +l. 17. A _prefaces with_ Lew (_char_.), +l. 22. C _omits_] art. +l. 24. _Omitted from_ B _in error_. +l. 25. C] Gent. and Leiutenant. +l. 38. C] has given. +l.33. A _gives this line to_ Leo. + +p. 344, +l. 1. C] ffortifications. +l. 5. C _omits_] Away. +l. 12. C] beware he's. A _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 14. A _gives this line to_ Lieut. +l. 17. C _omits_] him. +l. 18. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 20. C] doesoe: +l. 21. C] Doe if ye. +l. 24. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 34. C] owne, Boy. +l. 35. C] w'th a. +l. 39. C _adds stage direction_] he swounds. + +p. 345, +l. 2. C] Exit Dem. +l. 4. C _omits_] with a Bowl. +l. 5. C _gives this line to_ Leo. _and reads_] alas, he's. C _omits_] 2. +l. 10. A and C] Waters. +l. 11. C _gives this line to_ Leo. +l. 13. A _gives this line to_ 2 Gent. +l. 14. C _omits_] 2. +l. 15. C _gives this line to_ Gent. +l. 22. C _omits_] 2. +l. 26. C] won the. +ll. 30 and 31. C] Gent. well Sir--ex't.--Enter Leucippe. +l. 36. C] in the. + +p. 346, +l. 1. C] after that. +l. 5. C] has. A] 'has. +l. 13. C _omits_] Ex. +l. 18. C] that rais'd it. +l. 26. C] o' th' crimes. +l. 32. C] theis thirty...upwards. A] these. +l. 33. C] from it. +l. 36. C] shame light on him...greive hartely. + +p. 347, +l. 5. C] + +for heaven-sake +tell...in it. + +l. 13. C] fye on't, it doth. +l. 17. A] for a fit. +l. 33. C] on my. + +p. 348, +l. 2. C] and of. +l. 4. C] I will, by heaven. +l. 8. C] a hart-sore. +l. 9. C] even. +l. 11. C] be sorer. +l. 12. C] Enter Gent. +l. 16. C] and wrings, and. +l. 17. C _omits_] 2. +l. 27. C] with't. +l. 28. C] as they. +l. 31. C] ends. +ll. 35 and 38. C _omits_] 2. +l. 36. A] fooles. +l. 38. C] 'twill passe. + +p. 349, +l. 4. A and C] King's-streete. +l. 8. C] with 'King. +l. 11. A and C] mary-bones. +l. 13. C] vouchsaffe a wight thy. +l. 14. C] this ffellow. +l. 15. B] King. +l. 16. C] ffooteman. +l. 19. C] 2. Gent. +l. 21. C] act this. +l. 22. C] 1. Gent, will sigh...and cry. +l. 25. C] Jigg. l. 27. C _omits_] 2. +l. 28. A and C] to him? for half an howre I. + +p. 350, +l. 11. C] Maidenhood. +l. 12. C] Gods blesse. +l. 15. C _adds_] in her hand. +l. 19. C _omits stage direction_. +l. 24. C] Potion? his eies affright me. +l. 36. C] hath your. + +p. 351, +l. 4. C] their doatings. +l. 5. C] his braines. C _omits_] 'em. +l. 10. C] this works. +l. 13. C] Lust. +l. 21. B _misprints_] gorious. +l. 25. C] admire for Goodnes. +l. 33. C] Infants cries: your Sin's in. +l. 36. C _omits_] can. + +p. 352, +l. 2. C] Death sitts upon our Blood. +l. 4. C] Snake) curld. +l. 5. C] will not you. +l. 16. C] those. +l. 24. C _omits_] severally. +l. 26. C] Leiutenant, and Gent. A _omits_] and. +l. 30. A] It serves so. +l. 38. C] oh sweet King. + +p. 353, +ll. 1 and 2. C] + +Leo. by thy leave: +Leiu. when _I_ consider +(my honest ffrend etc. + +l. 7. C] a scurvy. +l. 11. C] for your...sirha. +l. 18. C _omits_] 2. +l. 19. C _adds at end of line_] (Gent.) +l. 23. C] are melted. +l. 27. C] bid me. +l. 28. C] He is. +l. 32. C _omits_] 2. C _omits_] severally. +l. 33. C _begins_ Actus Quintus: Sce'a. pri'a. _here_. +l. 34. C] Minippus: Gent. +l. 35. C] Gent. _and so throughout_. +l. 37. A] wronged his. + +p. 354, +l. 5. C] Attendants. +l. 11. C] in Vow. +l. 15. C] Sce'a. 2'a. +l. 17. C] There is...Lights. A] lights. +l. 25. C] Enter Celia Minippus Etc. +l. 32. C] Gent. + +p. 355, +l. 5. C] doe not know me. +l. 17. C] Min. C _omits_] Me. etc. +l. 22. A] The Corke. A and C] will come. +l. 31. B _misprints_] Leu. +l. 39. C _omits_] gallant. + +p. 356, +l. 10. A] And one command. +l. 16. A and C] him, to dye. +l. 17. A] in me nature. +l. 36. C] by heaven. + +p. 357, +l. 6. B] know. +l. 15. C] prove to. +l. 21. C] turnd black. +l. 29. C] but ffalsehood, and loose. A] but imperious lust, and losers +faces. +l. 39. A and C] Circes. + +p. 358, +l. 12. C] thousand waies. +l. 18. C] thy Devills. +l. 34. C] thy muddy. +l. 40. A] back thoughts. + +p. 359, +l. 3. C] Mine. +l. 11. C] and in. +l. 18. C _omits_] and Lords. +l. 21. A] heavens. + +p. 360, +l. 4. B] best. +l. 8. C] begin. +l. 12. C] Sce'a. 3'a. +l. 14. C] he doth. +l. 19. C] heaven-sake. +l. 30. A] I most confesse. +l. 32. C] now (and with. + +p. 361, +l. 12. C] followes. +l. 36. C] all these. + +p. 362, +l. 2. C] you should. +l. 6. C] Sce'a. 4'a. Enter Antigonus: Gent. Leiueten't, etc. +l. 9. C _omits_] 2. +l. 13. C] drunck. +l. 18. C] Gent. has. A] 'Has. +l. 26. C] owes yet. +l. 33. A and C] I pree-thee. +l. 36. C] why I thanck thee (Soldier). + +p. 363, +l. 5. C] nor I hope I. +l. 8. C] towards. +l. 9. C] I thanck thee still. +l. 18. C _omits_] Ha, ha, ha. +l. 23. C _omits_] 2. +l. 24. A] Has. +l. 27. A] rosten hawkes. +l. 38. C] while. + +p. 364, +l. 1. C] Sce'a. 5'a. +l. 9. C] can I. +l. 26. B _misprints_] not not. +l. 28. C] y' have don. +l. 34. B] admit to excuse. + +p. 365, +l. 5. B _misprints_] thing. +l. 13. C] yes' faith. +l. 31. C] are drop'd. +l. 34. A] poisoned truth. + +p. 366, +l. 1. C] he has. +l. 5. C] any hope. +l. 15. C] god's. +l. 21. C] left open. +ll. 27 and 28. C _transposes these two_ ll. +l. 32. C] + +Sce'a. 6'a. Enter Antigonus: Seleuchus, Ptolomy. +Lisimachus: Gent. Leiueten't. etc. + +p. 367, +l. 3. C] once againe. +l. 21. C] old valiant Soldier. +l. 22. C] are all wellcom. +l. 23. C] (and't please your Grace) is cassheird. +l. 27. C] any Peace. +l. 29. C] 'faith. +l. 34. C] 'beseech. + +p. 368, +l. 5. C] Sce'a. 7'a. +l. 13. C] that be. +l. 24. A and C] your Ultra. +ll. 27 and 28. C] + +Enter Antigonus Seluchus Lysimachus Ptolomy +Leontus Leiuten't. etc. + +l. 28. A _omits_] and. +l. 36. C] 'pray a. + +p. 369, +l. 2. C] Antiochus. +l. 10. C _omits_] have. +l. 12. C _omits_] Princes. B _misprints_] Prnices. +l. 17. C _gives this line to_ Sel. +l. 35. A] Cel. +l. 40. C] I once more next [_instead of_ beg it thus]. + +p. 370, +l. 9. C] sound. +l. 10. C] beat through. +l. 16. C _adds_] Finis. C _omits_] Prologue and Epilogue. + +p. 371, +l. 1. A] And those. +l. 6. A _omits_] Spoke by the _Lieutenant_. +l. 13. A] comes. + + + +THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. + + +(A) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | By John Fletcher. | Printed at +London for R. Bonian | and H. Walley, and are to be sold at | the spred +Eagle over against the | great North dore of S. Paules. Undated, but +probably 1609-10. + +(B) The same, with slight differences in the Commendatory Verses and +in one or two other sheets. + +(C) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | By John Fletcher. | The second +Edition, newly corrected. | London, | Printed by T.C. for Richard Meighen, +| in S't Dunstanes Church-yard in Fleet-streete, | 1629. + +(D) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | acted at Somerset | House before +the King and | Queene on Twelfe night | last, 1633. | And divers times +since with great ap- | plause at the Private House in Blacke- | Friers, by +his Majesties Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The third Edition, +with Addition. | London, | Printed by A.M. for Richard Meighen, next | to +the Middle Temple in Fleet- | street. 1634. + +(E) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | Acted at Somerset | House before +the King and | Queen on Twelf night | last, 1633. | And divers times +since, with great ap- | plause, at the Private House in Black- | Friers, +by his Majesties Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The Fourth +Edition. | London, | Printed for Ga. Bedell and Tho. Collins, at the +Middle | Temple Gate in Fleet-street. 1656. + +(F) The | Faithfull | Shepherdesse. | Acted at | Somerset-House, | Before +the King and Queen on | Twelfth night, 1633. | And divers times since, +with great | Applause, at the Private House in | Black-Friers, by his +Majesties | Servants. | Written by John Fletcher. | The Fifth Edition. | +London, | Printed for G. Bedell and T. Collins, at the Middle | Temple- +Gate in Fleet-street, 1665. + +The verso of the title-page bears the date March 3, 1664/5. + Licensed, + Roger L'Estrange. + +As neither the Second Folio nor the Quartos print any list of the +Characters it may be as well to give one here. + +Perigot. Old Shepherd. +Thenot. Priest of Pan. +Daphnis. God of the River. +Alexis. Satyr. +Sullen Shepherd. Shepherds. + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (2 of 10) +- The Humourous Lieutenant, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher +Edited by Arnold Glover + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER V2 *** + +***** This file should be named 12040.txt or 12040.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/2/0/4/12040/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Charles M. Bidwell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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