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diff --git a/old/12221.txt b/old/12221.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa4db01 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/12221.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4970 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Beggars Bush, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Beggars Bush + From the Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Vol. 2 of 10) + +Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +Release Date: April 30, 2004 [EBook #12221] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEGGARS BUSH *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jonathan Ingram, Charles M. Bidwell and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +BEGGARS BUSH, + +A COMEDY. + + + +Persons Represented in the Play. + + +Wolfort, _an usurper of the Earldom of_ Flanders. + +Gerrard, _falsely called_ Clause, _King of the Beggars, Father in Law to_ +Florez. + +Hubert, _an honest Lord, a friend to_ Gerrard. + +Florez, _falsely called_ Goswin, _a rich Merchant of_ Bruges. + +Hempskirke, _a Captain under_ Wolford. + +Herman _a Courtier_,} _inhabitants of_ +_A_ Merchant, } Flanders. + +Vandunke, _a drunken Merchant friend to_ Gerrard, _falsely called Father +to_ Bertha. + +Vanlock, _and_ 4 Merchants, _of_ Bruges. + + +Higgen, } +Prigg, }_Three Knavish Beggars_. +Snapp, } + +Ferret, }_Two Gentlemen disguised under those +Ginkes, } names of_ Gerrard's _party_. + +Clown. +Boores. +Servants. +Guard. +_A_ Sailor. + + +_WOMEN_. + + +Jaculin, _Daughter to_ Gerrard, _beloved of_ Hubert. + +Bertha _called_ Gertrude, _Daughter to the Duke of_ Brabant, _Mistress to_ +Florez. + +Margaret, _Wife to_ Vandunke. + +Mrs Frances, _a frow Daughter to_ Vanlock. + + + + +_The Scene_ Flanders. + + + + +_ACTUS PRIMUS. SCENA PRIMA_. + + +_Enter a_ Merchant _and_ Herman. + +_Mer._ Is he then taken? + +_Her._ And brought back even now, Sir. + +_Mer_. He was not in disgrace? + +_Her_. No man more lov'd, +Nor more deserv'd it, being the only man +That durst be honest in this Court. + +_Mer_. Indeed +We have heard abroad, Sir, that the State hath suffered +A great change, since the Countesses death. + +_Her_. It hath, Sir. + +_Mer_. My five years absence hath kept me a stranger +So much to all the occurents of my Country, +As you shall bind me for some short relation +To make me understand the present times. + +_Her_. I must begin then with a War was made +And seven years with all cruelty continued +Upon our _Flanders_ by the Duke of _Brabant_, +The cause grew thus: during our Earls minority, +_Wolfort_, (who now usurps) was employed thither +To treat about a match between our Earl +And the Daughter and Heir of _Brabant_: during which treaty +The _Brabander_ pretends, this Daughter was +Stoln from his Court, by practice of our State, +Though we are all confirm'd, 'twas a sought quarrel +To lay an unjust gripe upon this Earldom, +It being here believ'd the Duke of _Brabant_ +Had no such loss. This War upon't proclaimed, +Our Earl, being then a Child, although his Father +Good _Gerrard_ liv'd, yet in respect he was +Chosen by the Countesses favour, for her Husband, +And but a Gentleman, and _Florez_ holding +His right unto this Country from his Mother, +The State thought fit in this defensive War, +_Wolfort_ being then the only man of mark, +To make him General. + +_Mer_. Which place we have heard +He did discharge with ho[n]our. + +_Her_. I, so long, +And with so blest successes, that the _Brabander_ +Was forc't (his treasures wasted, and the choice +Of his best men of Armes tyr'd, or cut off) +To leave the field, and sound a base retreat +Back to his Country: but so broken both +In mind and means, er'e to make head again, +That hitherto he sits down by his loss, +Not daring, or for honour, or revenge +Again to tempt his fortune. But this Victory +More broke our State, and made a deeper hurt +In _Flanders_, than the greatest overthrow +She ever receiv'd: For _Wolfort_, now beholding +Himself, and actions, in the flattering glass +Of self-deservings, and that cherish't by +The strong assurance of his power, for then +All Captains of the Army were his creatures, +The common Souldier too at his devotion, +Made so by full indulgence to their rapines +And secret bounties, this strength too well known +And what it could effect, soon put in practice, +As further'd by the Child-hood of the Earl: +And their improvidence, that might have pierc't +The heart of his designs, gave him occasion +To seize the whole, and in that plight you find it. + +_Mer_. Sir, I receive the knowledge of thus much, +As a choice favour from you. + +_Her_. Only I must add, +_Bruges_ holds out. + +_Mer_. Whither, Sir, I am going, +For there last night I had a ship put in, +And my Horse waits me. [_Exit_. + +_Her_. I wish you a good journey. + +_Enter_ Wolfort, Hubert. + +_Wol_. What? _Hubert_ stealing from me? who disarm'd him? +It was more than I commanded; take your sword, +I am best guarded with it in your hand, +I have seen you use it nobly. + +_Hub_. And will turn it +On my own bosom, ere it shall be drawn +Unworthily or rudely. + +_Wol_. Would you leave me +Without a farewel, _Hubert_? flie a friend +Unwearied in his study to advance you? +What have I e're possess'd which was not yours? +Or either did not court you to command it? +Who ever yet arriv'd to any grace, +Reward or trust from me, but his approaches +Were by your fair reports of him prefer'd? +And what is more I made my self your Servant, +In making you the Master of those secrets +Which not the rack of Conscience could draw from me, +Nor I, when I askt mercy, trust my prayers with; +Yet after these assurances of love, +These tyes and bonds of friendship, to forsake me? +Forsake me as an enemy? come you must +Give me a reason. + +_Hub_. Sir, and so I will, +If I may do't in private: and you hear it. + +_Wol_. All leave the room: you have your will, sit down +And use the liberty of our first friendship. + +_Hub_. Friendship? when you prov'd Traitor first, that vanish'd, +Nor do I owe you any thought, but hate, +I know my flight hath forfeited my head; +And so I may make you first understand +What a strange monster you have made your self, +I welcome it. + +_Wol_. To me this is strange language. + +_Hub_. To you? why what are you? + +_Wol_. Your Prince and Master, +The Earl of _Flanders_. + +Hub. By a proper title! +Rais'd to it by cunning, circumvention, force, +Blood, and proscriptions. + +_Wol_. And in all this wisdom, +Had I not reason? when by _Gerrards_ plots +I should have first been call'd to a strict accompt +How, and which way I had consum'd that mass +Of money, as they term it, in the War, +Who underhand had by his Ministers +Detracted my great action, made my faith +And loyalty suspected, in which failing +He sought my life by practice. + +_Hub_. With what fore-head +Do you speak this to me? who (as I know't) +Must, and will say 'tis false. + +_Wol_. My Guard there. + +_Hub_. Sir, you bad me sit, and promis'd you would hear, +Which I now say you shall; not a sound more, +For I that am contemner of mine own, +Am Master of your life; then here's a Sword +Between you, and all aids, Sir, though you blind +The credulous beast, the multitude, you pass not +These gross untruths on me. + +_Wol_. How? gross untruths? + +_Hub_. I, and it is favourable language, +They had been in a mean man lyes, and foul ones. + +_Wol_. You take strange Licence. + +_Hub_. Yes, were not those rumours +Of being called unto your answer, spread +By your own followers? and weak _Gerrard_ wrought +(But by your cunning practice) to believe +That you were dangerous; yet not to be +Punish'd by any formal course of Law, +But first to be made sure, and have your crimes +Laid open after, which your quaint train taking +You fled unto the Camp, and [there] crav'd humbly +Protection for your innocent life, and that, +Since you had scap'd the fury of the War, +You might not fall by treason: and for proof, +You did not for your own ends make this danger; +Some that had been before by you suborn'd, +Came forth and took their Oaths they had been hir'd +By _Gerrard_ to your Murther. This once heard, +And easily believ'd, th'inraged Souldier +Seeing no further than the outward-man, +Snatch'd hastily his Arms, ran to the Court, +Kill'd all that made resistance, cut in pieces +Such as were Servants, or thought friends to _Gerrard_, +Vowing the like to him. + +_Wol_. Will you yet end? + +_Hub_. Which he foreseeing, with his Son, the Earl, +Forsook the City; and by secret wayes +As you give out, and we would gladly have it, +Escap'd their fury: though 'tis more than fear'd +They fell amongst the rest; Nor stand you there +To let us only mourn the impious means +By which you got it, but your cruelties since +So far transcend your former bloody ills, +As if compar'd, they only would appear +Essays of mischief; do not stop your ears, +More are behind yet. + +_Wol_. O repeat them not, +'Tis Hell to hear them nam'd. + +_Hub_. You should have thought, +That Hell would be your punishment when you did them, +A Prince in nothing but your princely lusts, +And boundless rapines. + +_Wol_. No more I beseech you. + +_Hub_. Who was the Lord of house or land, that stood +Within the prospect of your covetous eye? + +_Wol_. You are in this to me a greater Tyrant, +Than e're I was to any. + +_Hub_. I end thus +The general grief: now to my private wrong; +The loss of _Gerrards_ Daughter _Jaqueline_: +The hop'd for partner of my lawful Bed, +Your cruelty hath frighted from mine arms; +And her I now was wandring to recover. +Think you that I had reason now to leave you, +When you are grown so justly odious, +That ev'n my stay here with your grace and favour, +Makes my life irksome? here, surely take it, +And do me but this fruit of all your friendship, +That I may dye by you, and not your Hang-man. + +_Wol_. Oh _Hubert_, these your words and reasons have +As well drawn drops of blood from my griev'd heart, +As these tears from mine eyes; +Despise them not. +By all that's sacred, I am serious, _Hubert_, +You now have made me sensible, what furies, +Whips, Hangmen, and Tormentors a bad man +Do's ever bear about him: let the good +That you this day have done, be ever number'd +The first of your best actions; +Can you think, +Where _Goswin_ is or _Gerrard_, or your love, +Or any else, or all that are proscrib'd? +I will resign, what I usurp, or have +Unjustly forc'd; the dayes I have to live +Are too too few to make them satisfaction +With any penitence: yet I vow to practise +All of a man. + +_Hub_. O that your heart and tongue +Did not now differ! + +_Wol_. By my griefs they do not. +Take the good pains to search them out: 'tis worth it, +You have made clean a Leper: trust me you have, +And made me once more fit for the society, +I hope of good men. + +_Hub_. Sir, do not abuse +My aptness to believe. + +_Wol_. Suspect not you +A faith that's built upon so true a sorrow, +Make your own safetys: ask them all the ties +Humanity can give, _Hemskirk_ too shall +Along with you to this so wish'd discovery, +And in my name profess all that you promise; +And I will give you this help to't: I have +Of late receiv'd certain intelligence, +That some of them are in or about _Bruges_ +To be found out: which I did then interpret, +The cause of that Towns standing out against me; +But now am glad, it may direct your purpose +Of giving them their safety, and me peace. + +_Hub_. Be constant to your goodness, and you have it. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +SCENA II. + + +_Enter 3_. Merchants. + +_1 Mer_. 'Tis much that you deliver of this _Goswin_. + +_2 Mer_. But short of what I could, yet have the Country +Confirm'd it true, and by a general oath, +And not a man hazard his credit in it: +He bears himself with such a confidence +As if he were the Master of the Sea, +And not a wind upon the Sailers compass, +But from one part or other was his factor, +To bring him in the best commodities, +Merchant e're ventur'd for. + +1. 'Tis strange. + +2. And yet +This do's in him deserve the least of wonder, +Compared with other his peculiar fashions, +Which all admire: he's young, and rich, at least +Thus far reputed so, that since he liv'd +In _Bruges_, there was never brought to harbour +So rich a Bottom, but his bill would pass +Unquestion'd for her lading. + +3 _Mer._ Yet he still +Continues a good man. + +2 _Mer._ So good, that but +To doubt him, would be held an injury +Or rather malice, with the best that traffique; +But this is nothing, a great stock, and fortune, +Crowning his judgement in his undertakings +May keep him upright that way: But that wealth +Should want the power to make him dote on it, +Or youth teach him to wrong it, best commends +His constant temper; for his outward habit +'Tis suitable to his present course of life: +His table furnish'd well, but not with dainties +That please the appetite only for their rareness, +Or their dear price: nor given to wine or women, +Beyond his health, or warrant of a man, +I mean a good one: and so loves his state +He will not hazard it at play; nor lend +Upon the assurance of a well-pen'd Letter, +Although a challenge second the denial +From such as make th' opinion of their valour +Their means of feeding. + +1 _Mer._ These are wayes to thrive, +And the means not curs'd. + +2 _Mer._ What follows, this +Makes many venturers with him, in their wishes, +For his prosperity: for when desert +Or reason leads him to be liberal, +His noble mind and ready hand contend +Which can add most to his free courtesies, +Or in their worth, or speed to make them so. +Is there a Virgin of good fame wants dower? +He is a Father to her; or a Souldier +That in his Countreys service, from the war +Hath brought home only scars, and want? his house +Receives him, and relieves him, with that care +As if what he possess'd had been laid up +For such good uses, and he steward of it. +But I should lose my self to speak him further +And stale in my relation, the much good +You may be witness of, if your remove +From _Bruges_ be not speedy. + +1 _Mer._ This report +I do assure you will not hasten it, +Nor would I wish a better man to deal with +For what I am to part with. + +3 _Mer._ Never doubt it, +He is your man and ours, only I wish +His too much forwardness to embrace all bargains +Sink him not in the end. + +2 _Mer._ Have better hopes, +For my part I am confident; here he comes. + +_Enter_ Goswin, _and the fourth_ Merchant. + +_Gos._ I take it at your own rates, your wine of _Cyprus_, +But for your _Candy_ sugars, they have met +With such foul weather, and are priz'd so high +I cannot save in them. + +4 _Mer._ I am unwilling +To seek another Chapman: make me offer +Of something near price, that may assure me +You can deal for them. + +_Gos._ I both can, and will, +But not with too much loss; your bill of lading +Speaks of two hundred chests, valued by you +At thirty thousand gilders, I will have them +At twenty eight; so, in the payment of +Three thousand sterling, you fall only in +Two hundred pound. + +4 _Mer_. You know, they are so cheap.-- + +_Gos_. Why look you; I'le deal fa[ir]ly, there's in prison, +And at your suit, a Pirat, but unable +To make you satisfaction, and past hope +To live a week, if you should prosecute +What you can prove against him: set him free, +And you shall have your mony to a Stiver, +And present payment. + +4 _Mer_. This is above wonder, +A Merchant of your rank, that have at Sea +So many Bottoms in the danger of +These water-Thieves, should be a means to save 'em, +It more importing you for your own safety +To be at charge to scour the Sea of them +Than stay the sword of justice, that is ready +To fall on one so conscious of his guilt +That he dares not deny it. + +_Gos_. You mistake me, +If you think I would cherish in this Captain +The wrong he did to you, or any man; +I was lately with him, (having first, from others +True testimony been assured a man +Of more desert never put from the shore) +I read his letters of Mart from this State granted +For the recovery of such losses, as +He had receiv'd in _Spain_, 'twas that he aim'd at, +Not at three tuns of wine, bisket, or beef, +Which his necessity made him take from you. +If he had pillag'd you near, or sunk your ship, +Or thrown your men o'r-board, then he deserv'd +The Laws extreamest rigour. But since want +Of what he could not live without, compel'd him +To that he did (which yet our State calls death) +I pity his misfortune; and to work you +To some compassion of them, I come up +To your own price: save him, the goods are mine; +If not, seek else-where, I'le not deal for them. + +_4 Mer_. Well Sir, for your love, I will once be led +To change my purpose. + +_Gos_. For your profit rather. + +_4 Mer_. I'le presently make means for his discharge, +Till when, I leave you. + +_2 Mer_. What do you think of this? + +_1 Mer_. As of a deed of noble pity: guided +By a strong judgement. + +_2 Mer_. Save you Master _Goswin_. + +_Goswin_. Good day to all. + +_2 Mer_. We bring you the refusal +Of more Commodities. + +_Gos_. Are you the owners +Of the ship that last night put into the Harbour? + +_1 Mer_. Both of the ship, and lading. + +_Gos_. What's the fraught? + +_1 Mer_. _Indico, Cochineel_, choise _Chyna_ stuffs. + +_3 Mer_. And cloath of Gold brought from _Cambal_. + +_Gos_. Rich lading, +For which I were your Chapman, but I am +Already out of cash. + +_1 Mer_. I'le give you day +For the moiety of all. + +_Gos_. How long? + +_3 Mer_. Six months. + +_Gos_. 'Tis a fair offer: which (if we agree +About the prices) I, with thanks accept of, +And will make present payment of the rest; +Some two hours hence I'le come aboard. + +_1 Mer_. The Gunner shall speak you welcom. + +_Gos_. I'le not fail. + +_3 Mer_. Good morrow. [_Ex_. Merch. + +_Gos_. Heaven grant my Ships a safe return, before +The day of this great payment: as they are +Expected three months sooner: and my credit +Stands good with all the world. + +_Enter_ Gerrard. + +_Ger_. Bless my good Master, +The prayers of your poor Beads-man ever shall +Be sent up for you. + +_Gos_. God o' mercy _Clause_, +There's something to put thee in mind hereafter +To think of me. + +_Ger_. May he that gave it you +Reward you for it, with encrease, good Master. + +_Gos_. I thrive the better for thy prayers. + +_Ger_. I hope so. +This three years have I fed upon your bounties, +And by the fire of your blest charity warm'd me, +And yet, good Master, pardon me, that must, +Though I have now receiv'd your alms, presume +To make one sute more to you. + +_Gos_. What is't _Clause_? + +_Ger_. Yet do not think me impudent I beseech you, +Since hitherto your charity hath prevented +My begging your relief, 'tis not for mony +Nor cloaths (good Master) but your good word for me. + +_Gos_. That thou shalt have, _Clause_, for I think thee honest. + +_Ger_. To morrow then (dear M'r.) take the trouble +Of walking early unto _Beggars Bush_, +And as you see me, among others (Brethren +In my affliction) when you are demanded +Which you like best among us, point out me, +And then pass by, as if you knew me not. + +_Gos_. But what will that advantage thee? + +_Ger_. O much Sir, +'Twill give me the preheminence of the rest, +Make me a King among 'em, and protect me +From all abuse, such as are stronger, might +Offer my age; Sir, at your better leisure +I will inform you further of the good +It may do to me. + +_Gos_. 'Troth thou mak'st me wonder; +Have you a King and common-wealth among you? + +_Ger_. We have, and there are States are govern'd worse. + +_Gos_. Ambition among Beggars? + +_Ger_. Many great ones +Would part with half their states, to have the place, +And credit to beg in the first file, Master: +But shall I be so much bound to your furtherance +In my Petition? + +_Gos._ That thou shalt not miss of, +Nor any worldly care make me forget it, +I will be early there. + +_Ger._ Heaven bless my Master. [_Exeunt_. + + + + +_ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Clause, Jaculine, +Snap, Ginks, _and other beggars_. + +_Hig._ Come Princes of the ragged regiment, +You o' the blood, _Prig_ my most upright Lord, +And these (what name or title, e're they bear) +_Jarkman_, or _Patrico_, _Cranke_, or _Clapperdudgeon_, +_Frater_, or _Abram-man_; I speak to all +That stand in fair Election for the title +Of King of _Beggars_, with the command adjoyning, +_Higgen_, your Orator, in this Inter-regnum, +That whilom was your Dommerer, doth beseech you +All to stand fair, and put your selves in rank, +That the first Comer, may at his first view +Make a free choice, to say up the question. + +_Fer. Pr._ 'Tis done Lord _Higgen_. + +_Hig._ Thanks to Prince _Prig_, Prince _Ferret_. + +_Fer._ Well, pray my Masters all, _Ferret_ be chosen, +Y'are like to have a mercifull mild Prince of me. + +_Prig._ A very tyrant, I, an arrant tyrant, +If e're I come to reign; therefore look to't, +Except you do provide me hum enough +And Lour to bouze with: I must have my Capons +And Turkeys brought me in, with my green Geese, +And Ducklings i'th' season: fine fat chickens, +Or if you chance where an eye of tame Phesants +Or Partridges are kept, see they be mine, +Or straight I seize on all your priviledge, +Places, revenues, offices, as forfeit, +Call in your crutches, wooden legs, false bellyes, +Forc'd eyes and teeth, with your dead arms; not leave you +A durty clout to beg with o' your heads, +Or an old rag with Butter, Frankincense, +Brimston and Rozen, birdlime, blood, and cream, +To make you an old sore; not so much soap +As you may fome with i'th' Falling-sickness; +The very bag you bear, and the brown dish +Shall be escheated. All your daintiest Dells too +I will deflower, and take your dearest Doxyes +From your warm sides; and then some one cold night +I'le watch you what old barn you go to roost in, +And there I'le smother you all i'th' musty hay. + +_Hig._ This is tyrant-like indeed: But what would _Ginks_ +Or _Clause_ be here, if either of them should raign? + +_Clau._ Best ask an Ass, if he were made a Camel, +What he would be; or a dog, and he were a Lyon. + +_Ginks._ I care not what you are, Sirs, I shall be +A Beggar still I am sure, I find my self there. + +_Enter_ Goswin. + +_Snap._ O here a Judge comes. + +_Hig._ Cry, a Judge, a Judge. + +_Gos._ What ail you Sirs? what means this outcry? + +_Hig._ Master, +A sort of poor souls met: Gods fools, good Master, +Have had some little variance amongst our selves +Who should be honestest of us, and which lives +Uprightest in his calling: Now, 'cause we thought +We ne're should 'gree on't our selves, because +Indeed 'tis hard to say: we all dissolv'd, to put it +To him that should come next, and that's your Master-ship, +Who, I hope, will 'termine it as your mind serves you, +Right, and no otherwise we ask it: which? +Which does your worship think is he? sweet Master +Look over us all, and tell us; we are seven of us, +Like to the seven wise Masters, or the Planets. + +_Gos._ I should judge this the man with the grave beard, +And if he be not-- + +_Clau._ Bless you, good Master, bless you. + +_Gos._ I would he were: there's something too amongst you +To keep you all honest. [_Exit._ + +_Snap._ King of Heaven go with you. + +_Omn._ Now good reward him, +May he never want it, to comfort still the poor, in a good hour. + +_Fer._ What is't? see: _Snap_ has got it. + +_Snap._ A good crown, marry. + +_Prig._ A crown of gold. + +_Fer._ For our new King: good luck. + +_Ginks._ To the common treasury with it; if't be gold, +Thither it must. + +_Prig._ Spoke like a Patriot, _Ferret_-- +King _Clause_, I bid God save thee first, first, _Clause_, +After this golden token of a crown; +Where's oratour _Higgen_ with his gratuling speech now +In all our names? + +_Fer._ Here he is pumping for it. + +_Gin._ H'has cough'd the second time, 'tis but once more +And then it comes. + +_Fer._ So, out with all: expect now-- + +_Hig._ That thou art chosen, venerable _Clause_, +Our King and Soveraign; Monarch o'th'Maunders, +Thus we throw up our Nab-cheats, first for joy, +And then our filches; last, we clap our fambles, +Three subject signs, we do it without envy: +For who is he here did not wish thee chosen, +Now thou art chosen? ask 'em: all will say so, +Nay swear't: 'tis for the King, but let that pass. +When last in conference at the bouzing ken +This other day we sat about our dead Prince +Of famous memory: (rest go with his rags:) +And that I saw thee at the tables end, +Rise mov'd, and gravely leaning on one Crutch, +Lift the other like a Scepter at my head, +I then presag'd thou shortly wouldst be King, +And now thou art so: but what need presage +To us, that might have read it in thy beard +As well, as he that chose thee? by that beard +Thou wert found out, and mark'd for Soveraignty. +O happy beard! but happier Prince, whose beard +Was so remark'd, as marked out our Prince, +Not bating us a hair. Long may it grow, +And thick, and fair, that who lives under it, +May live as safe, as under _Beggars Bush_, +Of which this is the thing, that but the type. + +_Om._ Excellent, excellent orator, forward good _Higgen_, +Give him leave to spit: the fine, well-spoken _Higgen_. + +_Hig._ This is the beard, the bush, or bushy-beard, +Under whose gold and silver raign 'twas said +So many ages since, we all should smile +On impositions, taxes, grievances, +Knots in a State, and whips unto a Subject, +Lye lurking in this beard, but all kemb'd out: +If now, the Beard be such, what is the Prince +That owes the Beard? a Father; no, a Grand-father; +Nay the great Grand-father of you his people. +He will not force away your hens, your bacon, +When you have ventur'd hard for't, nor take from you +The fattest of your puddings: under him +Each man shall eat his own stolen eggs, and butter, +In his own shade, or sun-shine, and enjoy +His own dear Dell, Doxy, or Mort, at night +In his own straw, with his own shirt, or sheet, +That he hath filch'd that day, I, and possess +What he can purchase, back, or belly-cheats +To his own prop: he will have no purveyers +For Pigs, and poultry. + +_Clau._ That we must have, my learned oratour, +It is our will, and every man to keep +In his own path and circuit. + +_Hig._ Do you hear? +You must hereafter maund on your own pads he saies. + +_Clau._ And what they get there, is their own, besides +To give good words. + +_Hig._ Do you mark? to cut been whids, +That is the second Law. + +_Clau._ And keep a-foot +The humble, and the common phrase of begging, +Lest men discover us. + +_Hig._ Yes; and cry sometimes, +To move compassion: Sir, there is a table, +That doth command all these things, and enjoyns 'em, +Be perfect in their crutches, their feign'd plaisters, +And their torn pass-ports, with the ways to stammer, +And to be dumb, and deaf, and blind, and lame, +There, all the halting paces are set down, +I'th' learned language. + +_Clau._ Thither I refer them, +Those, you at leisure shall interpret to them. +We love no heaps of laws, where few will serve. + +_Om._ O gracious Prince, 'save, 'save the good King _Clause_. + +_Hig._ A Song to crown him. + +_Fer._ Set a Centinel out first. + +_Snap._ The word? + +_Hig._ A Cove comes, and fumbumbis to it.-- _Strike._ + + _The SONG. + +Cast our Caps and cares away: this is Beggars Holy-day, +At the Crowning of our King, thus we ever dance and sing. +In the world look out and see: where's so happy a Prince as he? +Where the Nation live so free, and so merry as do we? +Be it peace, or be it war, here at liberty we are, +And enjoy our ease and rest; To the field we are not prest; +Nor are call'd into the Town, to be troubled with the Gown. +Hang all Officers we cry, and the Magistrate too, by; +When the Subsidie's encreast, we are not a penny Sest. +Nor will any go to Law, with the Beggar for a straw. +All which happiness he brags, he doth owe unto his rags._ + +_Enter_ Snap, Hubert, _and_ Hemskirke. + +_Snap._ A Cove comes: Fumbumbis. + +_Prig._ To your postures; arm. + +_Hub._ Yonder's the Town: I see it. + +_Hemsk._ There's our danger +Indeed afore us, if our shadows save not. + +_Hig._ Bless your good Worships. + +_Fer._ One small piece of mony. + +_Prig._ Amongst us all poor wretches. + +_Clau._ Blind, and lame. + +_Ginks._ For his sake that gives all. + +_Hig._ Pitifull Worships. + +_Snap._ One little doyt. + +_Enter_ Jaculin. + +_Jac._ King, by your leave, where are you? + +_Fer._ To buy a little bread. + +_Hig._ To feed so many +Mouths, as will ever pray for you. + +_Prig._ Here be seven of us. + +_Hig._ Seven, good Master, O remember seven, +Seven blessings. + +_Fer._ Remember, gentle Worship. + +_Hig._ 'Gainst seven deadly sins. + +_Prig._ And seven sleepers. + +_Hig._ If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing-- +Alas, we had not a charity this three dayes. + +_Hub._ There's amongst you all. + +_Fer._ Heaven reward you. + +_Prig._ Lord reward you. + +_Hig._ The Prince of pity bless thee. + +_Hub._ Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so? +Ha? 'tis her face: come hither maid. + +_Jac._ What ha' you, +Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat, +You do not love me, do you? catch me a butterfly, +And I'le love you again; when? can you tell? +Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing. [_Exit._ + +_Hub._ Her voyce too sayes the same; but for my head +I would not that her manners were so chang'd. +Hear me thou honest fellow; what's this maiden, +That lives amongst you here? + +_Gin._ Ao, ao, ao, ao. + +_Hub._ How? nothing but signs? + +_Gin._ Ao, ao, ao, ao. + +_Hub._ This is strange, +I would fain have it her, but not her thus. + +_Hig._ He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf, and du-du-dude-dumb Sir. + +_Hub._ Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought. +Do'st thou know this same maid? + +_Snap._ Why, why, why, why, which, gu, gu, gu, gu, Gods fool +She was bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder, +By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-Bush +Her name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too. + +_Hub._ I understand no word he says; how long +Has she been here? + +_Snap._ Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good +luck. + +_Hub._ I must be better inform'd, than by this way. +Here was another face too, that I mark'd +Of the old mans: but they are vanish'd all +Most suddenly: I will come here again, +O, that I were so happy, as to find it, +What I yet hope: it is put on. + +_Hem._ What mean you Sir, +To stay there with that stammerer? + +_Hub._ Farewell friend,-- +It will be worth return, to search: Come, +Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee _Hemskirk_ +If we be taken, how do'st thou imagine +This town will use us, that hath stood so long +Out against _Wolfort_? + +_Hem._ Ev'n to hang us forth +Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat, +If I were not assur'd o' the _Burgomaster_, +And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there, +I should scarce venture. + +_Hub._ Come 'tis now too late +To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENA II. + + + _Enter_ Goswin. + +_Gos._ Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts, +Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes? +There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants, +If not of Elements, to ha' me break; +What should I think unless the Seas, and Sands +Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd +My ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors? +I must ha' had some returns. + +_Enter_ Merchants. + +_1 Mer._ 'Save you Sir. + +_Gos._ 'Save you. + +_1 Mer._ No news yet o' your Ships? + +_Gos._ Not any yet Sir. + +_1 Mer._ 'Tis strange. [_Exit._ + +_Gos._ 'Tis true Sir: what a voyce was here now? +This was one passing bell, a thousand ravens +Sung in that man now, to presage my ruins. + +_2 Mer._ _Goswin_, good day, these winds are very constant. + +_Gos._ They are so Sir; to hurt-- + +_2 Mer._ Ha' you had no letters +Lately from _England_, nor from _Denmark_? + +_Gos._ Neither. + +_2 Mer._ This wind brings them; nor no news over land, +Through _Spain_, from the _Straights_? + +_Gos._ Not any. + +_2 Mer._ I am sorry Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Gos._ They talk me down: and as 'tis said of Vulturs +They scent a field fought, and do smell the carkasses +By many hundred miles: So do these, my wracks +At greater distances. Why, thy will Heaven +Come on, and be: yet if thou please, preserve me; +But in my own adventure, here at home, +Of my chast love, to keep me worthy of her, +It shall be put in scale 'gainst all ill fortunes: +I am not broken yet: nor should I fall, +Me thinks with less than that, that ruins all. [_Exit._ + + + + +SCENA III. + + +_Enter_ Van-dunck, Hubert, Hemskirk, _and_ Margaret, Boors. + +_Van._ Captain, you are welcom; so is this your friend +Most safely welcom, though our Town stand out +Against your Master, you shall find good quarter: +The troth is, we not love him: _Margaret_ some wine, +Let's talk a little treason, if we can +Talk treason, 'gainst the traitors; by your leave, Gentlemen, +We, here in _Bruges_, think he do's usurp, +And therefore I am bold with him. + +_Hub._ Sir, your boldness +Happily becomes your mouth, but not our ears, +While we are his servants; And as we come here, +Not to ask questions, walk forth on your walls, +Visit your courts of guard, view your munition, +Ask of your corn-provisions, nor enquire +Into the least, as spies upon your strengths, +So let's entreat, we may receive from you +Nothing in passage or discourse, but what +We may with gladness, and our honesties here, +And that shall seal our welcom. + +_Van._ Good: let's drink then, +Fill out, I keep mine old pearl still Captain. + +_Marg._ I hang fast man. + +_Hen._ Old Jewels commend their keeper, Sir. + +_Van._ Here's to you with a heart, my Captains friend, +With a good heart, and if this make us speak +Bold words, anon, 'tis all under the Rose +Forgotten: drown all memory, when we drink. + +_Hub._ 'Tis freely spoken noble _Burgomaster_, +I'le do you right. + +_Hem._ Nay Sir mine heer _Van-dunck_ +Is a true Statesman. + +_Van._ Fill my Captains cup there, O that your Master _Wolfort_ +Had been an honest man. + +_Hub._ Sir? + +_Van._ Under the Rose. + +_Hem._ Here's to you _Marget_. + +_Marg._ Welcome, welcome Captain. + +_Van._ Well said my pearl still. + +_Hem._ And how does my Niece? +Almost a Woman, I think? This friend of mine, +I drew along w[i]th me, through so much hazard, +Only to see her: she was my errand. + +_Van._ I, a kind Uncle you are (fill him his glass) +That in seven years, could not find leisure-- + +_Hem._ No, +It's not so much. + +_Van_. I'le bate you ne'r an hour on't, +It was before the _Brabander_ 'gan his War, +For moon-shine, i'the water there, his Daughter +That never was lost: yet you could not find time +To see a Kinswoman; but she is worth the seeing, Sir, +Now you are come, you ask if she were a Woman? +She is a Woman, Sir, fetch her forth _Marget_. [_Exit_ Marg. +And a fine Woman, and has Suitors. + +_Hem_. How? +What Suitors are they? + +_Van_. Bachellors; young Burgers: +And one, a Gallant, the young Prince of Merchants +We call him here in _Bruges_. + +_Hem_. How? a Merchant? +I thought, _Vandunke_, you had understood me better, +And my Niece too, so trusted to you by me, +Than t'admit of such in name of Suitors. + +_Van_. Such? he is such a such, as were she mine +I'd give him thirty thousand crowns with her. + +_Hem_. But the same things, Sir, fit not you and me. [_Ex_. + +_Van_. Why, give's some wine, then; this will fit us all: +Here's to you still, my Captains friend: All out: +And still, would _Wolfort_ were an honest man, +Under the Rose, I speak it: but this Merchant +Is a brave boy: he lives so, i'the Town here, +We know not what to think on him: at some times +We fear he will be Bankrupt; he do's stretch +Tenter his credit so; embraces all, +And to't, the winds have been contrary long. +But then, if he should have all his returns, +We think he would be a King, and are half sure on't. +Your Master is a Traitor, for all this, +Under the Rose: Here's to you; and usurps +The Earldom from a better man. + +_Hub_. I marry, Sir, +Where is that man? + +_Van_. Nay soft: and I could tell you +'Tis ten to one I would not: here's my hand, +I love not _Wolfort_: sit you still, with that: +Here comes my Captain again, and his fine Niece, +And there's my Merchant; view him well: fill wine here. + +_Enter_ Hemskirk, Gertrude, _and_ Goswin. + +_Hem_. You must not only know me for your Uncle +Now, but obey me: you, go cast your self +Away, upon a Dunghil here? a Merchant? +A petty fellow? one that makes his Trade +With Oaths and perjuries? + +_Gos_. What is that you say, Sir? +If it be me you speak of, as your eye +Seems to direct, I wish you would speak to me, Sir. + +_Hem_. Sir, I do say, she is no Merchandize, +Will that suffice you? + +_Gos_. Merchandize good Sir? +Though ye be Kinsman to her, take no leave thence +To use me with contempt: I ever thought +Your Niece above all price. + +_Hem_. And do so still, Sir, +I assure you, her rates are more than you are worth. + +_Gos_. You do not know, what a Gentleman's worth, Sir, +Nor can you value him. + +_H[u]b_. Well said Merchant. + +_Van_. Nay, +Let him alone, and ply your matter. + +_Hem_. A Gentleman? +What o'the Wool-pack? or the Sugar-chest? +Or lists of Velvet? which is't pound, or yard, +You vent your Gentry by? + +_Hub_. O _Hemskirk_, fye. + +_Van_. Come, do not mind 'em, drink, he is no _Wolfort_, +Captain, I advise you. + +_Hem_. Alas, my pretty man, +I think't be angry, by its look: Come hither, +Turn this way, a little: if it were the blood +Of _Charlemaine_, as't may (for ought I know) +Be some good Botchers issue, here in _Bruges_. + +_Gos_. How? + +_Hem_. Nay: I'me not certain of that; of this I am, +If it once buy, and sell, its Gentry is gone. + +_Gos_. Ha, ha. + +_Hem._ You are angry, though ye laugh. + +_Gos._ No, now 'tis pity +Of your poor argument. Do not you, the Lords +Of Land (if you be any) sell the grass, +The Corn, the Straw, the Milk, the Cheese? + +_Van._ And Butter: +Remember Butter; do not leave out Butter. + +_Gos._ The Beefs and Muttons that your grounds are stor'd with? +Swine, with the very mast, beside the Woods? + +_Hem._ No, for those sordid uses we have Tenants, +Or else our Bailiffs. + +_Gos._ Have not we, Sir, Chap-men, +And Factors, then to answer these? your honour +Fetch'd from the Heralds _ABC_, and said over +With your Court faces, once an hour, shall never +Make me mistake my self. Do not your Lawyers +Sell all their practice, as your Priests their prayers? +What is not bought, and sold? The company +That you had last, what had you for't, i'faith? + +_Hem._ You now grow sawcy. + +_Gos._ Sure I have been bred +Still, with my honest liberty, and must use it. + +_Hem._ Upon your equals then. + +_Gos._ Sir, he that will +Provoke me first, doth make himself my equal. + +_Hem._ Do ye hear? no more. + +_Gos._ Yes, Sir, this little, I pray you, +And't shall be aside, then after, as you please. +You appear the Uncle, Sir, to her I love +More than mine eyes; and I have heard your scorns +With so much scoffing, and so much shame, +As each strive which is greater: But, believe me, +I suck'd not in this patience with my milk. +Do not presume, because you see me young, +Or cast despights on my profession +For the civility and tameness of it. +A good man bears a contumely worse +Than he would do an injury. Proceed not +To my offence: wrong is not still successful, +Indeed it is not: I would approach your Kins-woman +With all respect, done to your self and her. + +_Hem._ Away Companion: handling her? take that. [_Strikes him._ + +_Gos._ Nay, I do love no blows, Sir, there's exchange. + +_Hub._ Hold, Sir. (_He gets_ Hemskirks _sword and cuts him on the head._ + +_Mar._ O murther. + +_Ger._ Help my _Goswin_. + +_Mar._ Man. + +_Van._ Let 'em alone; my life for one. + +_Gos._ Nay come, +If you have will. + +_Hub._ None to offend you, I, Sir. + +_Gos._ He that had, thank himself: not hand her? yes Sir, +And clasp her, and embrace her; and (would she +Now go with me) bear her through all her Race, +Her Father, Brethren, and her Uncles, arm'd, +And all their Nephews, though they stood a wood +Of Pikes, and wall of Canon: kiss me _Gertrude_, +Quake not, but kiss me. + +_Van._ Kiss him, Girl, I bid you; +My Merchant Royal; fear no Uncles: hang 'em, +Hang up all Uncles: Are not we in _Bruges_? +Under the Rose here? + +_Gos._ In this circle, Love, +Thou art as safe, as in a Tower of Brass; +Let such as do wrong, fear. + +_Van._ I, that's good, +Let _Wolfort_ look to that. + +_Gos._ Sir, here she stands, +Your Niece, and my beloved. One of these titles +She must apply to; if unto the last, +Not all the anger can be sent unto her, +In frown, or voyce, or other art, shall force her, +Had _Hercules_ a hand in't: Come, my Joy, +Say thou art mine, aloud Love, and profess it. + +_Van._ Doe: and I drink to it. + +_Gos._ Prethee say so, Love. + +_Ger._ 'Twould take away the honour from my blushes: +Do not you play the tyrant, sweet: they speak it. + +_Hem._ I thank you niece. + +_Gos._ Sir, thank her for your life, +And fetch your sword within. + +_Hem._ You insult too much +With your good fortune, Sir. [_Exeunt_ Gos. _and_ Ger. + +_Hub._ A brave clear Spirit; +_Hemskirk_, you were to blame: a civil habit +Oft covers a good man: and you may meet +In person of a Merchant, with a soul +As resolute, and free, and all wayes worthy, +As else in any file of man-kind: pray you, +What meant you so to slight him? + +_Hem._ 'Tis done now, +Ask no more of it; I must suffer. [_Exit_ Hemskirk. + +_Hub._ This +Is still the punishment of rashness, sorrow. +Well; I must to the woods, for nothing here +Will be got out. There, I may chance to learn +Somewhat to help my enquiries further. + +_Van._ Ha? +A Looking-glass? + +_Hub._ How now, brave _Burgomaster_? + +_Van._ I love no _Wolforts_, and my name's _Vandunk_, + +_Hub._ _Van drunk_ it's rather: come, go sleep within. + +_Van._ Earl _Florez_ is right heir, and this same _Wolfort_ +Under the Rose I speak it-- + +_Hub._ Very hardly. + +_Van-d._ Usurps: and a rank Traitor, as ever breath'd, +And all that do uphold him. Let me goe, +No man shall hold me, that upholds him; +Do you uphold him? + +_Hub._ No. + +_Van._ Then hold me up. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Goswin, _and_ Hemskirk. + +_Hem._ Sir, I presume, you have a sword of your own, +That can so handle anothers. + +_Gos._ Faith you may Sir. + +_Hem._ And ye have made me have so much better thoughts of you +As I am bound to call you forth. + +_Gos._ For what Sir? + +_Hem._ To the repairing of mine honour, and hurt here. + +_Gos._ Express your way. + +_Hem._ By fight, and speedily. + +_Gos._ You have your will: Require you any more? + +_Hem._ That you be secret: and come single. + +_Gos._ I will. + +_Hem._ As you are the Gentleman you would be thought. + +_Gos._ Without the Conjuration: and I'le bring +Only my sword, which I will fit to yours, +I'le take his length within. + +_Hem._ Your place now Sir? + +_Gos._ By the Sand-hills. + +_Hem._ Sir, nearer to the woods, +If you thought so, were fitter. + +_Gos._ There, then. + +_Hem._ Good. +Your time? + +_Gos._ 'Twixt seven and eight. + +_Hem._ You'l give me Sir +Cause to report you worthy of my Niece, +If you come, like your promise. + +_Gos._ If I do not, +Let no man think to call me unworthy first, +I'le do't my self, and justly wish to want her.-- [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter three or four_ Boors. + +_1 B._ Come, _English_ beer Hostess, _English_ beer by th' belly. + +_2 B._ Stark beer boy, stout and strong beer: so, sit down Lads, +And drink me upsey-Dutch: +Frolick, and fear not. + +_Enter_ Higgen _like a Sow-gelder, singing._ + +Hig. _Have ye any work for the Sow-gelder, hoa, +My horn goes too high too low, too high too low. +Have ye any Piggs, Calves, or Colts, +Have ye any Lambs in your holts +To cut for the Stone, +Here comes a cunning one. +Have ye any braches to spade, +Or e're a fair maid +That would be a Nun, +Come kiss me, 'tis done. +Hark how my merry horn doth blow, +Too high too low, too high too low._ + +_1 B._ O excellent! two-pence a piece boyes, two-pence a piece. +Give the boys some drink there. Piper, wet your whistle, +Canst tell me a way now, how to cut off my wifes Concupiscence? + +_Hig._ I'le sing ye a Song for't. + + _The_ SONG. + +_Take her, and hug her, +And turn her and tug her, +And turn her again boy, again, +Then if she mumble, +Or if her tail tumble, +Kiss her amain hoy, amain. +Do thy endeavour, +To take off her feaver, +Then her disease no longer will raign. +If nothing will serve her, +Then thus to preserve her, +Swinge her amain boy amain. +Give her cold jelly +To take up her belly, +And once a day swinge her again, +If she stand all these pains, +Then knock out her brains, +Her disease no longer will reign._ + +_1 Bo._ More excellent, more excellent, sweet Sow-gelder. + +_2 Bo._ Three-pence a piece, three-pence a piece. + +_Hig._ Will you hear a Song how the Devil was gelded? + +_3 Bo._ I, I, let's hear the Devil roar, Sow-gelder. + + + SONG. + + 1. +_He ran at me first in the shape of a Ram, +And over and over the Sow-Gelder came; +I rise and I halter'd him fast by the horn, +I pluckt out his Stones as you'd pick out a Corn. +Baa, quoth the Devil, and forth he slunk, +And left us a Carcase of Mutton that stunk. + + 2. +The next time I rode a good mile and a half, +Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf, +I bound and I gelt him, ere he did any evil; +He was here at his best, but a sucking Devil. +Maa, yet he cry'd, and forth he did steal, +And this was sold after, for excellent Veal. + + 3. +Some half a year after in the form of a Pig, +I met with the Rogue, and he look'd very big; +I catch'd at his leg, laid him down on a log, +Ere a man could fart twice, I had made him a Hog. +Owgh, quoth the Devil, and forth gave a Jerk, +That a Jew was converted, and eat of the Perk._ + +_1 Bo._ Groats apiece, Groats apiece, Groats apiece, +There sweet Sow-Gelder. + +_Enter_ Prig _and_ Ferret. + +_Prig._ Will ye see any feats of activity, +Some Sleight of hand, Legerdemain? hey pass, +Presto, be gone there? + +_2 Bo._ Sit down Jugler. + +_Prig._ Sirrah, play you your art well; draw near Piper: +Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands; +Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money, +Twelve-pence a piece will serve. + +_1. 2. B._ There, there. + +_Prig._ I thank you, +Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye? + +_All B._ Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick. + +_Prig._ A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships +A trick indeed. + +_Hig._ Mark him well now my Masters. + +_Prig._ Here are three balls, +These balls shall be three bullets, +One, two, and three: _ascentibus, malentibus_. + +_Presto_, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen. +Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses +Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys, + +_Titere, tu patule._ + +_1 B._ Oh, oh, oh. + +_Prig._ _Recubans sub jermlne fagi._ + +_2 B._ Ye pull too hard; ye pull too hard. + +_Prig._ Stand fair then: +_Silvertramtrim-tram._ + +_3 B._ Hold, hold, hold. + +_Prig._ Come aloft, bullets three, with a whim-wham. +Have ye their Moneys? + +_Hig._ Yes, yes. + +_1 B._ Oh rare Jugler! + +_2 B._ Oh admirable Jugler! + +_Prig._ One trick more yet; +Hey, come aloft; _sa, sa, flim, flum, taradumbis_? +East, West, North, South, now fly like _Jack_ with a _bumbis_. +Now all your money's gone; pray search your pockets. + +_1 B._ Humh. + +_2 B._ He. + +_3 B._ The Devil a penny's here! + +_Prig._ This was a rare trick. + +_1 B._ But 'twould be a far rarer to restore it. + +_Prig._ I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly, +And move not any ways your eyes from this place, +This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your pockets. + +_1 B._ By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys. + +_Prig._ Rest ye merry; +My first trick has paid me. + +_All B._ I, take it, take it, +And take some drink too. + +_Prig._ Not a drop now I thank you; +Away, we are discover'd else. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Gerrard _like a blind_ Aqua vitae man, _and a Boy, singing the +Song._ + +_Bring out your Cony-skins, fair maids to me, +And hold 'em fair that I may see; +Grey, black, and blue: for your smaller skins, +I'll give ye looking-glasses, pins: +And for your whole Coney, here's ready, ready Money. +Come Gentle_ Jone, _do thou begin +With thy black, black, black Coney-skin. +And_ Mary _then, and_ Jane _will follow, +With their silver hair'd skins, and their yellow. +The white Cony-skin, I will not lay by, +For though it be faint, 'tis fair to the eye; +The grey, it is warm, but yet for my Money, +Give me the bonny, bonny black Cony. +Come away fair Maids, your skins will decay: +Come, and take money, maids, put your ware away. +Cony-skins, Cony-skins, have ye any Cony-skins, +I have fine bracelets, and fine silver pins._ + +_Ger._ Buy any Brand Wine, buy any Brand Wine? + +_Boy._ Have ye any Cony-skins? + +_2 [B.]_ My fine Canary-bird, there's a Cake for thy Worship. + +_1 B._ Come fill, fill, fill, fill suddenly: let's see Sir, +What's this? + +_Ger._ A penny, Sir. + +_1 B._ Fill till't be six-pence, +And there's my Pig. + +_Boy._ This is a Counter, Sir. + +_1 B._ A Counter! stay ye, what are these then? +O execrable Jugler! O dama'd Jugler! +Look in your hose, hoa, this comes of looking forward. + +_3 B._ Devil a Dunkirk! what a Rogue's this Jugler! +This hey pass, repass, h'as repast us sweetly. + +_2 B._ Do ye call these tricks. + +_Enter_ Higgen. + +_Hig._ Have ye any Ends of Gold, or Silver? + +_2 B._ This Fellow comes to mock us; Gold or Silver? cry Copper. + +_1 B._ Yes, my good Friend, +We have e'n an end of all we have. + +_Hig._ 'Tis well Sir, +You have the less to care for: Gold and Silver. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Prigg. + +_Pr._ Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Cloaks to sell? +[_Exit._ + +_1 B._ Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone! + +_2 B._ A ------ juggle 'em? +------ O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too! + +_3 B._ Here's mine yet. + +_1 B._ Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine. + +_Boy._ Here Sir. + +_1 B._ If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him: +Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet; +And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher. + +_All B._ Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw. + +_Enter_ Hemskirk. + +_Hem._ Good do'n my honest Fellows, +You are merry here I see. + +_3 B._ 'Tis all we have left, Sir. + +_Hem._ What hast thou? Aqua vitae? + +_Boy._ Yes. + +_Hem._ Fill out then; +And give these honest Fellows round. + +_All B._ We thank ye. + +_Hem._ May I speak a word in private to ye? + +_All B._ Yes Sir. + +_Hem._ I have a business for you, honest Friends, +If you dare lend your help, shall get you crowns. + +_Ger._ Ha! +Lead me a little nearer, Boy. + +_1 B._ What is't Sir? +If it be any thing to purchase money, +Which is our want, [command] us. + +_Boors._ All, all, all, Sir. + +_Hem._ You know the young spruce Merchant in _Bruges_? + +_2 B._ Who? Master _Goswin_? + +_Hem._ That he owes me money, +And here in town there is no stirring of him. + +_Ger._ Say ye so? + +_Hem._ This day, upon a sure appointment, +He meets me a mile hence, by the Chase side, +Under the row of Oaks; do you know it? + +_All B._ Yes Sir. + +_Hem._ Give 'em more drink: there if you dare but venture +When I shall give the word to seize upon him +Here's twenty pound. + +_3 B._ Beware the Jugler. + +_Hem._ If he resist, down with him, have no mercy. + +_1 B._ I warrant you, we'll hamper him. + +_Hem._ To discharge you, +I have a Warrant here about me. + +_3 B._ Here's our Warrant, +This carries fire i'th' Tail. + +_Hem._ Away with me then, +The time draws on, +I must remove so insolent a Suitor, +And if he be so rich, make him pay ransome +Ere he see _Bruges_ Towers again. Thus wise men +Repair the hurts they take by a disgrace, +And piece the Lions skin with the Foxes case. + +_Ger._ I am glad I have heard this sport yet. + +_Hem._ There's for thy drink, come pay the house within Boys, +And lose no time. + +_Ger._ Away with all our haste too. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENE II. + + +_Enter_ Goswin. + +_Gos._ No wind blow fair yet? no return of moneys? +Letters? nor any thing to hold my hopes up? +Why then 'tis destin'd, that I fall, fall miserably! +My credit I was built on, sinking with me. +Thou boystrous North-wind, blowing my misfortunes, +And frosting all my hopes to cakes of coldness; +Yet stay thy fury; give the gentle South +Yet leave to court those sails that bring me safety, +And you auspicious fires, bright twins in heaven +Daunce on the shrowds; he blows still stubbornly, +And on his boystrous Rack rides my sad ruin; +There is no help, there can be now no comfort, +To morrow with the Sun-set, sets my credit. +Oh misery! thou curse of man, thou plague, +In the midst of all our strength thou strik'st us; +My vertuous Love is lost too: all, what I have been, +No more hereafter to be seen than shadow; +To prison now? well, yet there's this hope left me; +I may sink fairly under this days venture, +And so to morrow's cross'd, and all those curses: +Yet manly I'll invite my Fate, base fortune +Shall never say, she has cut my throat in fear. +This is the place his challenge call'd me to, +And was a happy one at this time for me, +For let me fall before my Foe i'th' field, +And not at Bar, before my Creditors; +H'as kept his word: now Sir, your swords tongue only +Loud as you dare, all other language-- + +_Enter_ Hemskirke. + +_Hem._ Well Sir, +You shall not be long troubled: draw. + +_Gos._ 'Tis done Sir, +And now have at ye. + +_Hem._ Now. + +_Enter_ Boors. + +_Gos._ Betray'd to Villains! +Slaves ye shall buy me bravely, +And thou base coward. + +_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Beggars. + +_Ger._ Now upon 'em bravely, +Conjure 'em soundly Boys. + +_Boors._ Hold, hold. + +_Ger._ Lay on still, +Down with that Gentleman rogue, swinge him to sirrup. +Retire Sir, and take Breath: follow, and take him, +Take all, 'tis lawful prize. + +_Boors._ We yield. + +_Ger._ Down with 'em +Into the Wood, and rifle 'em, tew 'em, swinge 'em, +Knock me their brains into their Breeches. [_Exeunt._ + +_Boors._ Hold, hold. + +_Gos._ What these men are I know not, nor for what cause +They shou'd thus thrust themselves into my danger, +Can I imagine. But sure Heavens hand was in't! +Nor why this coward Knave should deal so basely +To eat me up with Slaves: but Heaven I thank thee, +I hope thou hast reserv'd me to an end +Fit for thy creature, and worthy of thine honour: +Would all my other dangers here had suffered, +With what a joyful heart should I go home then? +Where now, Heaven knows, like him that waits his sentence, +Or hears his passing Bell; but there's my hope still. + +_Enter_ Gerrard. + +_Ger._ Blessing upon you Master. + +_Gos._ Thank ye; leave me, +For by my troth I have nothing now to give thee. + +_Ger._ Indeed I do not ask Sir, only it grieves me +To see ye look so sad; now goodness keep ye +From troubles in your mind. + +_Gos._ If I were troubled, +What could thy comfort do? prithee _Clause_, leave me. + +_Ger._ Good Master be not angry; for what I say +Is out of true love to ye. + +_Gos._ I know thou lov'st me. + +_Ger._ Good Mr. blame that love then, if I prove so sawcy +To ask ye why ye are sad. + +_Gos._ Most true, I am so, +And such a sadness I have got will sink me. + +_Ger._ Heaven shield it, Sir. + +_Gos._ Faith, thou must lose thy Master. + +_Ger._ I had rather lose my neck, Sir: would I knew-- + +_Gos._ What would the knowledg do thee good so miserable, +Thou canst not help thy self? when all my ways +Nor all the friends I have-- + +_Ger._ You do not know Sir, +What I can do: cures sometimes, for mens cares +Flow, where they least expect 'em. + +_Gos._ I know thou wouldst do, +But farewell _Clause_, and pray for thy poor Master. + +_Ger._ I will not leave ye. + +_Gos._ How? + +_Ger._ I dare not leave ye, Sir, I must not leave ye, +And till ye beat me dead, I will not leave ye. +By what ye hold most precious, by Heavens goodness, +As your fair youth may prosper, good Sir tell me: +My mind believes yet something's in my power +May ease you of this trouble. + +_Gos._ I will tell thee, +For a hundred thousand crowns upon my credit, +Taken up of Merchants to supply my traffiques, +The winds and weather envying of my fortune, +And no return to help me off, yet shewing +To morrow, _Clause_, to morrow, which must come, +In prison thou shalt find me poor and broken. + +_Ger._ I cannot blame your grief Sir. + +_Gos._ Now, what say'st thou? + +_Ger._ I say you should not shrink, for he that gave ye, +Can give you more; his power can bring ye off Sir, +When friends and all forsake ye, yet he sees you. + +_Gos._ There's all my hope. + +_Ger._ Hope still Sir, are you ty'd +Within the compass of a day, good Master, +To pay this mass of mony? + +_Gos._ Ev'n to morrow: +But why do I stand mocking of my misery? +Is't not enough the floods, and friends forget me? + +_Ger._ Will no less serve? + +_Gos._ What if it would? + +_Ger._ Your patience, +I do not ask to mock ye: 'tis a great sum, +A sum for mighty men to start and stick at; +But not for honest: have ye no friends left ye, +None that have felt your bounty? worth this duty? + +_Gos._ Duty? thou knowst it not. + +_Ger._ It is a duty, +And as a duty, from those men have felt ye, +Should be return'd again: I have gain'd by ye, +A daily alms these seven years you have showr'd on me, +Will half supply your want. + +_Gos._ Why do'st thou fool me? +Can'st thou work miracles? + +_Ger._ To save my Master, +I can work this. + +_Gos._ Thou wilt make me angry with thee. + +_Ger._ For doing good? + +_Gos._ What power hast thou? + +_Ger._ Enquire not: +So I can do it, to preserve my Master; +Nay if it be three parts. + +_Gos._ O that I had it, +But good _Clause_, talk no more, I feel thy charity, +As thou hast felt mine: but alas! + +_Ger._ Distrust not, +'Tis that that quenches ye: pull up your Spirit, +Your good, your honest, and your noble Spirit; +For if the fortunes of ten thousand people +Can save ye, rest assur'd; you have forgot Sir, +The good ye did, which was the power you gave me; +Ye shall now know the King of Beggars treasure: +And let the winds blow as they list, the Seas roar, +Yet, here to morrow, you shall find your harbour. +Here fail me not, for if I live I'le fit ye. + +_Gos._ How fain I would believe thee! + +_Ger._ If I ly Master, +Believe no man hereafter. + +_Gos._ I will try thee, +But he knows, that knows all. + +_Ger._ Know me to morrow, +And if I know not how to cure ye, kill me; +So pass in peace, my best, my worthiest Master. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENA III. + + +_Enter_ Hubert, _like a Huntsman._ + +_Hub._ Thus have I stoln away disguiz'd from _Hemskirk_ +To try these people, for my heart yet tells me +Some of these Beggars, are the men I look for: +Appearing like my self, they have no reason +(Though my intent is fair, my main end honest) +But to avoid me narrowly, that face too, +That womans face, how near it is! O may it +But prove the same, and fortune how I'le bless thee! +Thus, sure they cannot know me, or suspect me, +If to my habit I but change my nature; +As I must do; this is the wood they live in, +A place fit for concealment: where, till fortune +Crown me with that I seek, I'le live amongst 'em. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Higgen, Prigg, Ferret, Ginks, _and +the rest of the_ Boors. + +_Hig._ Come bring 'em out, for here we sit in justice: +Give to each one a cudgel, a good cudgel: +And now attend your sentence. That you are rogues, +And mischievous base rascalls, (there's the point now) +I take it, is confess'd. + +_Prig._ Deny it if you dare knaves. + +_Boors._ We are Rogues Sir. + +_Hig._ To amplify the matter then, rogues as ye are, +And lamb'd ye shall be e're we leave ye. + +_Boors._ Yes Sir. + +_Hig._ And to the open handling of our justice, +Why did ye this upon the proper person +Of our good Master? were you drunk when you did it? + +_Boors._ Yes indeed were we. + +_Prig._ You shall be beaten sober. + +_Hig._ Was it for want you undertook it? + +_Boors._ Yes Sir. + +_Hig._ You shall be swing'd abundantly. + +_Prig._ And yet for all that, +You shall be poor rogues still. + +_Hig._ Has not the Gentleman, +Pray mark this point Brother _Prig_, that noble Gentleman +Reliev'd ye often, found ye means to live by, +By imploying some at Sea, some here, some there; +According to your callings? + +_Boors._ 'Tis most true Sir. + +_Hig._ Is not the man, an honest man? + +_Boors._ Yes truly. + +_Hig._ A liberal Gentleman? and as ye are true rascals +Tell me but this, have ye not been drunk, and often, +At his charge? + +_Boors._ Often, often. + +_Hig._ There's the point then, +They have cast themselves, Brother _Prig_. + +_Prig._ A shrewd point, Brother. + +_Hig._ Brother, proceed you now; the cause is open, +I am some what weary. + +_Prig._ Can you do these things? +You most abhominable stinking Rascals, +You turnip-eating Rogues. + +_Boors._ We are truly sorry. + +_Prig._ Knock at your hard hearts Rogues, and presently +Give us a sign you feel compunction, +Every man up with's cudgel, and on his neighbour +Bestow such alms, 'till we shall say sufficient, +For there your sentence lyes without partiality; +Either of head, or hide Rogues, without sparing, +Or we shall take the pains to beat you dead else: +You shall know your doom. + +_Hig._ One, two, and three about it. + +_Prig._ That fellow in the blue, has true Compunction, +[_Beat one another._ +He beats his fellows bravely, oh, well struck boyes. + +_Enter_ Gerrard. + +_Hig._ Up with that blue breech, now playes he the Devil. +So get ye home, drink small beer, and be honest; +Call in the Gentleman. + +_Ger._ Do, bring him presently, +His cause I'le hear my self. + +_Enter_ Hemskirk. + +_Hig. Prig._ With all due reverence, +We do resign Sir. + +_Ger._ Now huffing Sir, what's your name? + +_Hem._ What's that to you Sir? + +_Ger._ It shall be ere we part. + +_Hem._ My name is _Hemskirk_, +I follow the Earl, which you shall feel. + +_Ger._ No threatning, +For we shall cool you Sir; why did'st thou basely +Attempt the murder of the Merchant _Goswin_? + +_Hem._ What power hast thou to ask me? + +_Ger._ I will know it, +Or fley thee till thy pain discover it. + +_Hem._ He did me wrong, base wrong. + +_Ger._ That cannot save ye, +Who sent ye hither? and what further villanies +Have you in hand? + +_Hem._ Why would'st thou know? what profit, +If I had any private way, could rise +Out of my knowledge, to do thee commodity? +Be sorry for what thou hast done, and make amends fool, +I'le talk no further to thee, nor these Rascals. + +_Ger._ Tye him to that tree. + +_Hem._ I have told you whom I follow. + +_Ger._ The Devil you should do, by your villanies, +Now he that has the best way, wring it from him. + +_Hig._ I undertake it: turn him to the Sun boyes; +Give me a fine sharp rush, will ye confess yet? + +_Hem._ Ye have rob'd me already, now you'le murder me. + +_Hig._ Murder your nose a little: does your head purge Sir? +To it again, 'twill do ye good. + +_Hem._ Oh, +I cannot tell you any thing. + +_Ger._ Proceed then. + +_Hig._ There's maggots in your nose, I'le fetch 'em out Sir. + +_Hem._ O my head breaks. + +_Hig._ The best thing for the rheum Sir, +That falls into your worships eyes. + +_Hem._ Hold, hold. + +_Ger._ Speak then. + +_Hem._ I know not what. + +_Hig._ It lyes in's brain yet, +In lumps it lyes, I'le fetch it out the finest; +What pretty faces the fool makes? heigh! + +_Hem._ Hold, +Hold, and I'le tell ye all, look in my doublet; +And there within the lining in a paper, +You shall find all. + +_Ger._ Go fetch that paper hither, +And let him loose for this time. + +_Enter_ Hubert. + +_Hub._ Good ev'n my honest friends. + +_Ger._ Good ev'n good fellow. + +_Hub._ May a poor huntsman, with a merry heart, +A voice shall make the forest ring about him, +Get leave to live amongst ye? true as steel, boyes? +That knows all chases, and can watch all hours, +And with my quarter staff, though the Devil bid stand, +Deal such an alms, shall make him roar again? +Prick ye the fearfull hare through cross waves, sheep-walks, +And force the crafty Reynard climb the quicksetts; +Rouse ye the lofty Stag, and with my bell-horn, +Ring him a knel, that all the woods shall mourn him, +'Till in his funeral tears, he fall before me? +The _Polcat_, _Marterne_, and the rich skin'd _Lucerne_ +I know to chase, the Roe, the wind out-stripping +_Isgrin_ himself, in all his bloody anger +I can beat from the bay, and the wild Sounder +Single, and with my arm'd staff, turn the Boar, +Spight of his foamy tushes, and thus strike him; +'Till he fall down my feast. + +_Ger._ A goodly fellow. + +_Hub._ What mak'st thee here, ha? [_aside._ + +_Ger._ We accept thy fellowship. + +_Hub._ _Hemskirk_, thou art not right I fear, I fear thee. [_aside._ + +_Enter_ Ferret, _with a Letter._ + +_Fer._ Here is the paper: and as he said we found it. + +_Ger._ Give me it, I shall make a shift yet, old as I am, +To find your knavery: you are sent here, Sirra, +To discover certain Gentlemen, a spy-knave, +And if ye find 'em, if not by perswasion +To bring 'em back, by poyson to despatch 'em. + +_Hub._ By poyson, ha? + +_Ger._ Here is another, _Hubert_; +What is that _Hubert_ Sir? + +_Hem._ You may perceive there. + +_Ger._ I may perceive a villany and a rank one, +Was he joyn'd partner of thy knavery? + +_Hem._ No. +He had an honest end, would I had had so, +Which makes him scape such cut-throats. + +_Ger._ So it seems. +For here thou art commanded, when that _Hubert_ +Has done his best and worthiest service, this way +To cut his throat, for here he's set down dangerous. + +_Hub._ This is most impious. + +_Ger._ I am glad we have found ye, +Is not this true? + +_Hem._ Yes; what are you the better? + +_Ger._ You shall perceive Sir, ere you get your freedom: +Take him aside, and friend, we take thee to us, +Into our company, thou dar'st be true unto us? + +_Hig._ I, and obedient too? + +_Hub._ As you had bred me. + +_Ger._ Then take our hand: thou art now a servant to us, +Welcom him all. + +_Hig._ Stand off, stand off: I'le do it, +We bid ye welcom three wayes; first for your person, +Which is a promising person, next for your quality, +Which is a decent, and a gentle quality, +Last for the frequent means you have to feed us, +You can steal 'tis to be presum'd. + +_Hub._ Yes, venison, and if you want-- + +_Hig._ 'Tis well you understand right, +And shall practise daily: you can drink too? + +_Hub._ Soundly. + +_Hig._ And ye dare know a woman from a weathercock? + +_Hub._ If I handle her. + +_Ger._ Now swear him. + +_Hig._ I crown thy _nab_, with a _gag of benbouse_, +And _stall_ thee by the _Salmon_ into the _clows_, +To _mand_ on the _pad_, and _strike_ all the _cheats_; +To _Mill_ from the _Ruffmans_, _commision_ and _slates_, +_Twang dell_'s, i' the _stiromell_, and let the _Quire Cuffin_: +And _Herman Beck strine_, and _trine_ to the _Ruffin_. + +_Ger._ Now interpret this unto him. + +_Hig._ I pour on thy pate a pot of good ale, +And by the Rogues [oth] a Rogue thee instal: +To beg on the way, to rob all thou meets; +To steal from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: +And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang, +Let the Constable, Justice, and Devil go hang. + +_Hig._ You are welcom Brother. + +_All._ Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping +Of this fellow? + +_Hub._ Sir, if you dare but trust me; +For if I have kept wild dogs and beasts for wonder, +And made 'em tame too: give into my custody +This roaring Rascal, I shall hamper him, +With all his knacks and knaveries, and I fear me +Discover yet a further villany in him; +O he smells ranck o'th' Rascal. + +_Ger._ Take him to thee, +But if he scape-- + +_Hub._ Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, +Come Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash. + +_Hem._ Away Rascal. + +_Hub._ Be not so stubborn: I shall swindge ye soundly, +And ye play tricks with me. + +_Ger._ So, now come in, +But ever have an eye Sir, to your Prisoner. + +_Hub._ He must blind both mine eyes, if he get from me. + +_Ger._ Go get some victuals, and some drink, some good drink; +For this day we'll keep holy to good fortune, +Come, and be frolick with us. + +_Hig._ You are a stranger, Brother, I pray lead, +You must, you must, Brother. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENE IV. + + +_Enter_ Goswin _and_ Gertrude. + +_Ger._ Indeed you're welcome: I have heard your scape, +And therefore give her leave, that only loves you; +(Truly and dearly loves you) give her joy leave +To bid you welcome: what is't makes you sad man? +Why do you look so wild? Is't I offend you? +Beshrew my heart, not willingly. + +_Gos._ No, _Gertrude_. + +_Ger._ Is't the delay of that ye long have look'd for, +A happy marriage? now I come to urge it. +Now when you please to finish it? + +_Gos._ No news yet? + +_Ger._ Do you hear Sir? + +_Gos._ Yes. + +_Ger._ Do you love me? + +_Gos._ Have I liv'd +In all the happiness Fortune could seat me, +In all mens fair opinions? + +_Ger._ I have provided +A Priest, that's ready for us. + +_Gos._ And can the Devil, +In one ten days, that Devil Chance devour me? + +_Ger._ We'll fly to what place you please. + +_Gos._ No Star prosperous! +All at a swoop? + +_Ger._ You do not love me _Goswin_? +You will not look upon me? + +_Gos._ Can mens Prayers +Shot up to Heaven, with such a zeal as mine are, +Fall back like lazy mists, and never prosper? +Jives I must wear, and cold must be my comfort; +Darkness, and want of meat; alas she weeps too, +Which is the top of all my sorrows, _Gertrude_. + +_Ger._ No, no, you will not know me; my poor beauty, +Which has been worth your eyes. + +_Gos._ The time grows on still; +And like a tumbling wave, I see my ruine +Come rowling over me. + +_Ger._ Yet will ye know me? + +_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns. + +_Ger._ Yet will ye love me? +Tell me but how I have deserv'd your slighting? + +_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns? + +_Ger._ Farewel Dissembler. + +_Gos._ Of which I have scarce ten: O how it starts me! + +_Ger._ And may the next you love, hearing my ruine. + +_Gos._ I had forgot my self, O my best _Gertrude_, +Crown of my joys and comforts. + +_Ger._ Sweet what ails ye? +I thought you had been vext with me. + +_Gos._ My mind, Wench, +My mind o'rflow'd with sorrow, sunk my memory. + +_Ger._ Am I not worthy of the knowledge of it? +And cannot I as well affect your sorrows, +As your delights? you love no other Woman? + +_Gos._ No, I protest. + +_Ger._ You have no ships lost lately? + +_Gos._ None, that I know of. + +_Ger._ I hope you have spilt no blood, whose innocence +May lay this on your conscience. + +_Gos._ Clear, by Heaven. + +_Ger._ Why should you be thus then? + +_Gos._ Good _Gertrude_ ask not, +Ev'n by the love you bear me. + +_Ger._ I am obedient. + +_Gos._ Go in, my fair, I will not be long from ye, +Nor long I fear me with thee. At my return +Dispose me as you please. + +_Ger._ The good gods guide ye. +[_Exit._ + +_Gos._ Now for my self, which is the least I hope for, +And when that fails, for mans worst fortune, pity. [_Exit._ + + + + +_ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Goswin _and_ 4. Merchants. + +_Gos._ Why gentlemen, 'tis but a week more, I intreat you +But 7. short days, I am not running from ye; +Nor, if you give me patience, is it possible +All my adventures fail; you have ships abroad +Endure the beating both of Wind and Weather: +I am sure 'twould vex your hearts, to be protested; +Ye are all fair Merchants. + +_1 Mer._ Yes, and must have fair play: +There is no living here else; one hour's failing +Fails us of all our friends, of all our credits: +For my part, I would stay, but my wants tell me, +I must wrong others in't. + +_Gos._ No mercy in ye! + +_2 Mer._ 'Tis foolish to depend on others mercy: +Keep your self right, and even cut your cloth, Sir, +According to your calling, you have liv'd here, +In Lord-like Prodigality, high, and open, +And now ye find what 'tis: the liberal spending +The Summer of your Youth, which you should glean in, +And like the labouring Ant, make use and gain of, +Has brought this bitter, stormy Winter on ye, +And now you cry. + +_3 Mer._ Alas, before your Poverty, +We were no men, of no mark, no endeavour; +You stood alone, took up all trade, all business +Running through your hands, scarce a Sail at Sea, +But loaden with your Goods: we poor weak Pedlers; +When by your leave, and much intreaty to it, +We could have stowage for a little Cloath, +Or a few Wines, put off, and thank your Worship. +Lord, how the World's chang'd with ye? now I hope, Sir, +We shall have Sea-room. + +_Gos._ Is my misery +Become my scorn too! have ye no humanity? +No part of men left? are all the Bounties in me +To you, and to the Town, turn'd my reproaches? + +_4 Mer._ Well, get your moneys ready: 'tis but 2 hours; +We shall protest ye else, and suddenly. + +_Gos._ But two days. + +_1 Mer._ Not an hour, ye know the hazard. [_Exeunt._ + +_Gos._ How soon my light's put out! hard hearted _Bruges_! +Within thy Walls may never honest Merchant +Venture his fortunes more: O my poor Wench too. + +_Enter_ Gerrard. + +_Ger._ Good fortune, Master. + +_Gos._ Thou mistak'st me, _Clause_, +I am not worth thy Blessing. + +_Ger._ Still a sad man! + +_Enter_ Higgen _and_ Prigg, _like_ Porters. +No belief gentle Master? come bring it in then, +And now believe your Beadsman. + +_Gos._ Is this certain? +Or dost thou work upon my troubled sense? + +_Ger._ 'Tis gold, Sir, +Take it and try it. + +_Gos._ Certainly 'tis treasure; +Can there be yet this Blessing? + +_Ger._ Cease your wonder, +You shall not sink, for ne'r a sowst Flap-dragon, +For ne'r a pickl'd Pilcher of 'em all, Sir, +'Tis there, your full sum, a hundred thousand crowns: +And good sweet Master, now be merry; pay 'em, +Pay the poor pelting Knaves, that know no goodness: +And chear your heart up handsomely. + +_Gos._ Good _Clause_, +How cam'st thou by this mighty Sum? if naughtily, +I must not take it of thee, 'twill undo me. + +_Ger._ Fear not, you have it by as honest means +As though your father gave it: Sir, you know not +To what a mass, the little we get daily, +Mounts in seven years; we beg it for Heavens charity, +And to the same good we are bound to render it. + +_Gos._ What great security? + +_Ger._ Away with that, Sir, +Were not ye more than all the men in _Bruges_; +And all the money in my thoughts-- + +_Gos._ But good _Clause_, +I may dye presently. + +_Ger._ Then this dies with ye: +Pay when you can good Master, I'll no Parchments, +Only this charity I shall entreat you; +Leave me this Ring. + +_Gos._ Alas, it is too poor, _Clause_. + +_Ger._ 'Tis all I ask, and this withal, that when +I shall deliver this back, you shall grant me +Freely one poor petition. + +_Gos._ There, I confirm it, [_Gives the Ring._ +And may my faith forsake me when I shun it. + +_Ger._ Away, your time draws on. Take up the money, +And follow this young Gentleman. + +_Gos._ Farewell _Clause_, +And may thy honest memory live for ever. + +_Ger._ Heaven bless you, and still keep you, farewel Master. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENE II. + + +_Enter_ Hubert. + +_Hub._ I have lockt my Youth up close enough for gadding, +In an old Tree, and set watch over him. + +_Enter_ Jaculin. + +Now for my Love, for sure this Wench must be she, +She follows me; Come hither, pretty _Minche_. + +_Jac._ No, no, you'll kiss. + +_Hub._ So I will. + +_Jac._ Y'ded law? +How will ye kiss me, pray you? + +_Hub._ Thus, soft as my loves lips. + +_Jac._ Oh! + +_Hub._ What's your Father's name? + +_Jac._ He's gone to Heaven. + +_Hub._ Is it not _Gerrard_, Sweet? + +_Jac._ I'll stay no longer; +My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother +Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love! +O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me! + +_Hub._ 'Tis certain she; pray let me see your hand, Sweet? + +_Jac._ No, no, you'l bite it. + +_Hub._ Sure I should know that Gymmal! + +_Jac._ 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too. +O _Hubert_! _Hubert_! + +_Hub._ Ha! methought she nam'd me-- +Do you know me, Chick? + +_Jac._ No indeed, I never saw ye; +But methinks you kiss finely. + +_Hub._ Kiss again then; +By Heaven 'tis she. + +_Jac._ O what a joy he brings me! + +_Hub._ You are not _Minche_? + +_Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman, +And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper. + +_Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye? + +_Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus. +'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune. + +_Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it! +Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve. + +_Jac._ O I shall lose my self! + +_Hub._ I'll wait upon you, +And make you dainty Nose-gays. + +_Jac._ And where will you stick 'em? + +_Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies +For your fair head. + +_Jac._ And will you love me deed-law? + +_Hub._ With all my Heart. + +_Jac._ Call me to morrow then, +And we'll have brave chear, and go to Church together: +Give you good ev'n Sir. + +_Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_. + +_Jac._ I must be gone a milking. + +_Hub._ Ye shall presently. +Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_? + +_Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye: +You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever. + +_Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain +They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENE III. + + +_Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg. + +_1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie. + +_Gos._ None at all, Sir: +Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye, +Give in my Bills. Your sixteen. + +_3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir +To make a further use. + +_Gos._ No. + +_3 Mer._ What I have, Sir, +You may command; pray let me be your Servant. + +_Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies, +They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em. + +_2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper. + +_Gos._ Rot your Pepper, +Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand. + +_4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending. + +_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people +That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms: +These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in, +To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels, +Why are these pieces? + +_Enter_ Sayler. + +_Sayler._ Health to the noble Merchant, +The _Susan_ is return'd. + +_Gos._ Well? + +_Say._ Well, and rich Sir, +And now put in. + +_Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers. + +_Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits, +With the next Tide is ready to put after. + +_Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat? + +_Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight, +She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly. + +_Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler? + +_Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight +Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies, +And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded +And overlaid with strength: when presently +Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_, +That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison; +He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely: +Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her, +And as a service to ye sent her home Sir. + +_Gos._ An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull; +There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_. + +_Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir. +[_Exit_ Saylor. + +_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow! + +_Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, +For all your cares to catch me. + +_2 Mer._ You may please Sir +To think of your poor servants in displeasure, +Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service. + +_Gos._ I thank you, +When I have need of you I shall forget you: +You are paid I hope. + +_All._ We joy in your good fortunes. + +_Enter_ Van-dunck. + +_Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home +With me, yonder is one weeps and howls. + +_Gos._ Alas how does she? + +_Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope. + +_Gos._ Why soon Sir? + +_Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night +My boy she is thy wife. + +_Gos._ With all my heart I take her. + +_Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there, +And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel; +Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service +Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all, +All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her; +Hast thou dispatch't thy business? + +_Gos._ Most. + +_Van-d._ By the mass Boy, +Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it, +Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd. +Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack, +And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris. +She'I hug thee, sirrah. + +_Gos._ I long to see it, +I had forgot you: there's for you my friends: +You had but heavy burthens; commend my love +To my best love, all the love I have +To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._ + +_Hig._ By the mass a royal Merchant, +Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._ + +_Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice. + +_Hig._ And I boy, +Away apace, we are look'd for. + +_Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats, +Me thinks I smell them hither. + +_Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENA IV. + + +_Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk. + +_Hub._ I Must not. + +_Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine +To reward thee to thy wishes. + +_Hub._ I dare not, nor I will not. + +_Hem._ Gentle Huntsman, +Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty, +Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly; +I can forgive thee freely. + +_Hub._ You the Earls servant? + +_Hem._ I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; +Able to doe thee-- + +_Hub._ Come, come, leave your prating. + +_Hem._ If thou dar'st but try. + +_Hub._ I thank you heartily, you will be +The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence, +I could do, but I do not say I will, +To any honest fellow that would think on't, +And be a benefactor. + +_Hem._ If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires, +If within these ten days I do not make thee-- + +_Hub._ What, a false knave! + +_Hem._ Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing +Of profit or of place that may advance thee. + +_Hub._ Why what a Goosecap would'st thou make me, +Do not I know that men in misery will promise +Any thing, more than their lives can reach at? + +_Hem._ Believe me Huntsman, +There shall not one short syllable +That comes from me, pass +Without its full performance. + +_Hub._ Say you so Sir? +Have ye e're a good place for my quality? + +_Hem._ A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks: I'le make thee +Chief ranger over all the games. + +_Hub._ When? + +_Hem._ Presently. + +_Hub._ This may provoke me: and yet to prove a knave too. + +_Hem._ 'Tis to prove honest: 'tis to do good service, +Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince, +Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here, +Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers, +Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely +And to himself he may be law and credit? + +_Hub._ Shall I believe thee? + +_Hem._ As that thou holdst most holy. + +_Hub._ Ye may play tricks. + +_Hem._ Then let me never live more. + +_Hub._ Then you shall see Sir, I will do a service +That shall deserve indeed. + +_Hem._ 'Tis well said, Huntsman, +And thou shall be well thought of. + +_Hub._ I will do it: 'tis not your setting free, for that's meer nothing, +But such a service, if the Earl be noble, +He shall for ever love me. + +_Hem._ What is't Huntsman? + +_Hub._ Do you know any of these people live here? + +_Hem._ No. + +_Hub._ You are a fool then: here be those, to have 'em, +I know the Earl so well, would make him caper. + +_Hem._ Any of the old Lords that rebel'd? + +_Hub._ Peace, all, +I know 'em every one, and can betray 'em. + +_Hem._ But wilt thou doe this service? + +[_Hub._] If you'l keep +Your faith, and free word to me. + +_Hem._ Wilt thou swear me? + +_Hub._ No, no, I will believe ye: more than that too, +Here's the right heir. + +_Hem._ O honest, honest huntsman! + +_Hub._ Now, how to get these Gallants, there's the matter, +You will be constant, 'tis no work for me else. + +_Hem._ Will the Sun shine again? + +_Hub._ The way to get 'em. + +_Hem._ Propound it, and it shall be done. + +_Hub._ No sleight; +(For they are Devilish crafty, it concerns 'em,) +Nor reconcilement, (for they dare not trust neither) +Must doe this trick. + +_Hem._ By force? + +_Hub._ I, that must doe it. +And with the person of the Earl himself, +Authority (and mighty) must come on 'em: +Or else in vain: and thus I would have ye do it. +To morrow-night be here: a hundred men will bear 'em, +(So he be there, for he's both wise and valiant, +And with his terrour will strike dead their forces) +The hour be twelve a Clock, now for a guide +To draw ye without danger on these persons, +The woods being thick, and hard to hit, my self +With some few with me, made unto our purpose, +Beyond the wood, upon the plain, will wait ye +By the great Oak. + +_Hem._ I know it: keep thy faith huntsman, +And such a showr of wealth-- + +_Hub._ I warrant ye: +Miss nothing that I tell ye. + +_Hem._ No. + +_Hub._ Farewel; +You have your liberty, now use it wisely; +And keep your hour, goe closer about the wood there, +For fear they spy you. + +_Hem._ Well. + +_Hub._ And bring no noise with ye. +[_Exit._ + +_Hem._ All shall be done to th' purpose: farewel hunts-man. + +_Enter_ Gerrard, Higgen, Prig, Ginks, Snap, Ferret. + +_Ger._ Now, what's the news in town? + +_Ginks._ No news, but joy Sir; +Every man wooing of the noble Merchant, +Who has his hearty commendations to ye. + +_Fer._ Yes this is news, this night he's to be married. + +_Ginks._ By th' mass that's true, he marrys _Vandunks_ Daughter, +The dainty black-ey'd bell. + +_Hig._ I would my clapper +Hung in his baldrick, a what a peal could I Ring? + +_Ger._ Married? + +_Ginks._ 'Tis very true Sir, O the pyes, +The piping-hot mince-pyes! + +_Prig._ O the Plum-pottage! + +_Hig._ For one leg of a goose now would I venture a limb boys, +I love a fat goose, as I love allegiance, +And------upon the Boors, too well they know it, +And therefore starve their poultry. + +_Ger._ To be married +To _Vandunks_ Daughter? + +_Hig._ O this [pretious] Merchant: +What sport he will have! but hark you brother _Prig_, +Shall we do nothing in the foresaid wedding? +There's mony to be got, and meat I take it, +What think ye of a morise? + +_Prig._ No, by no means, +That goes no further than the street, there leaves us, +Now we must think of something that must draw us +Into the bowels of it, into th' buttery, +Into the Kitchin, into the Cellar, something +That that old drunken Burgo-master loves, +What think ye of a wassel? + +_Hig._ I think worthily. + +_Prig._ And very fit it should be, thou, and _Ferret_, +And _Ginks_ to sing the Song: I for the structure, +Which is the bowl. + +_Hig._ Which must be up-sey _English_, +Strong, lusty _London_ beer; let's think more of it. + +_Ger._ He must not marry. + +_Enter_ Hubert. + +_Hub._ By your leave in private, +One word Sir, with ye; _Gerrard_: do not start me, +I know ye, and he knows ye, that best loves ye: +_Hubert_ speaks to ye, and you must be _Gerrard_. +The time invites you to it. + +_Ger._ Make no show then, +I am glad to see you Sir; and I am _Gerrard_. +How stand affairs? + +_Hub._ Fair, if ye dare now follow, +_Hemskirk_ I have let goe, and these my causes, +I'le tell ye privately, and how I have wrought him, +And then to prove me honest to my friends, +Look upon these directions, you have seen his. + +_Hig._ Then will I speak a speech, and a brave speech +In praise of Merchants, where's the Ape? + +_Prig._ ------ Take him, +A gowty Bear-ward stole him the other day. + +_Hig._ May his Bears worry him, that Ape had paid it, +What dainty tricks! ------ O that bursen Bear-ward: +In his French doublet, with his blister'd bullions, +In a long stock ty'd up; O how daintily +Would I have made him wait, and shift a trencher, +Carry a cup of wine? ten thousand stinks +Wait on thy mangy hide, thou lowzy Bear-ward. + +_Ger._ 'Tis passing well, I both believe and joy in't, +And will be ready: keep you here the mean while, +And keep in, I must a while forsake ye, +Upon mine anger no man stir, this two hours. + +_Hig._ Not to the wedding Sir? + +_Ger._ Not any whither. + +_Hig._ The wedding must be seen sir; we want meat too. +We are horrible out of meat. + +_Prig._ Shall it be spoken, +Fat Capons shak't their tails at's in defiance? +And turkey tombs such honorable monuments, +Shall piggs, Sir, that the Parsons self would envy, +And dainty Ducks-- + +_Ger._ Not a word more, obey me. +[_Exit_ Ger. + +_Hig._ Why then come dolefull death, this is flat tyranny, +And by this hand-- + +_Hub._ What? + +_Hig._ I'le goe sleep upon't. +[_Exit_ Hig. + +_Prig._ Nay, and there be a wedding, and we wanting, +Farewel our happy days: we do obey Sir. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENA V. + + +_Enter two young_ Merchants. + +_1 Mer._ Well met Sir, you are for this lusty wedding. + +_2 Mer._ I am so, so are you I take it. + +_1 Mer._ Yes, +And it much glads me, that to doe him service +Who is the honour of our trade, and lustre, +We meet thus happily. + +_2 Mer._ He's a noble fellow, +And well becomes a bride of such a beauty. + +_1 Mer._ She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves +Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness, +All the young Merchants will be here +No doubt on't, +For he that comes not to attend this wedding, +The curse of a most blind one fall upon him, +A loud wife, and a lazie: here's _Vanlock_. + +_Enter_ Vanlock _and_ Francis. + +_Vanl._ Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye. + +_1 Mer._ The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris _Francis_, +I would this happy night might make you blush too. + +_Vanl._ She dreams apace. + +_Fran._ That's but a drowsie fortune. + +_3 Mer._ Nay take us with ye too; we come to that end, +I am sure ye are for the wedding. + +_Vanl._ Hand and heart man: +And what their feet can doe, I could have tript it +Before this whorson gout. + +_Enter_ Clause. + +_Clau._ Bless ye Masters. + +_Vanl._ _Clause_? how now _Clause_? thou art come to see thy Master, +(And a good master he is to all poor people) +In all his joy, 'tis honestly done of thee. + +_Clau._ Long may he live sir, but my business now is +If you would please to doe it, and to him too. + +_Enter_ Goswin. + +_Vanl._ He's here himself. + +_Gos._ Stand at the door my friends? +I pray walk in: welcom fair Mistris _Francis_, +See what the house affords, there's a young Lady +Will bid you welcom. + +_Vanl._ We joy your happiness. +[_Exeunt._ + +_Gos._ I hope it will be so: _Clause_ nobly welcom, +My honest, my best friend, I have been carefull +To see thy monys-- + +_Clau._ Sir, that brought not me, +Do you know this Ring again? + +_Gos._ Thou hadst it of me. + +_Cla._ And do you well remember yet, the boun you gave me +Upon the return of this? + +_Gos._ Yes, and I grant it, +Be it what it will: ask what thou canst, I'le do it; +Within my power. + +_Cla._ Ye are not married yet? + +_Gos._ No. + +_Cla._ Faith I shall ask you that that will disturb ye, +But I must put ye to your promise. + +_Gos._ Do, +And if I faint and flinch in't-- + +_Cla._ Well said Master, +And yet it grieves me too: and yet it must be. + +_Gos._ Prethee distrust me not. + +_Cla._ You must not marry, +That's part of the power you gave me: which to make up, +You must presently depart, and follow me. + +_Gos._ Not marry, _Clause_? + +_Cla._ Not if you keep your promise, +And give me power to ask. + +_Gos._ Pre'thee think better, +I will obey, by Heaven. + +_Cla._ I have thought the best, Sir + +_Gos._ Give me thy reason, do'st thou fear her honesty? + +_Cla._ Chaste as the ice, for any thing I know, Sir. + +_Gos._ Why should'st thou light on that then? to what purpose? + +_Cla._ I must not now discover. + +_Gos._ Must not marry? +Shall I break now when my poor heart is pawn'd? +When all the preparation? + +_Cla._ Now or never. + +_Gos._ Come, 'tis not that thou would'st: thou do'st but fright me. + +_Cla._ Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye. + +_Gos._ _Clause_, can'st thou be so cruel? + +_Cla._ You may break, Sir, +But never more in my thoughts appear honest. + +_Gos._ Did'st ever see her? + +_Cla._ No. + +_Gos._ She is such a thing, +O _Clause_, she is such a wonder, such a mirror, +For beauty, and fair vertue, _Europe_ has not: +Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me? +But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not, +I'le quit her presently: who waits there? + +_Ser._ [_within_] Sir. + +_Gos._ Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company. +Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart +And look upon her truly: take a friends heart +And feel what misery must follow this. + +_Cla._ Take you a noble heart and keep your promise; +I forsook all I had, to make you happy. + +_Enter_ Gertrude, Vandunk, _and the rest_ Merchants. + +Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness? + +_Gos._ Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now, +Did'st ever see a fairer? + +_Cla._ She is most goodly. + +_Gos._ Pray ye stand still. + +_Ger._ What ails my love? + +_Gos._ Didst thou ever, +By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter? +O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him, +Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties. + +_1 Mer._ Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so. + +_2 Mer._ This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure. + +_Gos._ View all her body, + +_Cla._ 'Tis exact and excellent. + +_Gos._ Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly? +Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler, +And but to hear her speak, a Paradise, +And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love, +A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love: 'tis now too +I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, _Clause_, +To say the holy words shall make us happy, +This is a cruelty beyond mans study, +All these are ready, all our joyes are ready, +And all the expectation of our friends, +'Twill be her death to do it. + +_Cla._ Let her dye then. + +_Gos._ Thou canst not: 'tis impossible. + +_Cla._ It must be. + +_Gos._ 'Twill kill me too, 'twill murder me: by heaven _Clause_ +I'le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me. + +_Cla._ Then you must go with me: I can stay no longer, +If ye be true, and noble. + +_Gos._ Hard heart, I'le follow: +Pray ye all go in again, and pray be merry, +I have a weighty business, (give my Cloak there,) + +_Enter_ Servant (_with a Cloak._) + +Concerns my life, and state, (make no enquiry,) +This present hour befaln me: with the soonest +I shall be here again: nay pray go in, Sir, +And take them with you, 'tis but a night lost, Gentlemen. + +_Van._ Come, come in, we will not lose our meat yet, +Nor our good mirth, he cannot stay long from her, +I am sure of that. + +_Gos._ I will not stay; believe, Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Gertrude_, a word with you. + +_Ger._ Why is this stop, Sir? + +_Gos._ I have no more time left me, but to kiss thee, +And tell thee this, I am ever thine: farewel wench. [_Exit._ + +_Ger._ And is that all your Ceremony? Is this a wedding? +Are all my hopes and prayers turn'd to nothing? +Well, I will say no more, nor sigh, nor sorrow; +Till to thy face I prove thee false. Ah me! [_Exit._ + + + + +_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ + + +_Enter_ Gertrude, _and a_ Boor. + +_Ger._ Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make +These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way. + +_Bo._ Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward. + +_Ger._ Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the time +That most should tye him? 'tis some other Love +That hath a more command on his affections, +And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent, +Not what he personated; for his fashion +Was more familiar with him, and more powerful +Than one that ask'd an alms: I must find out +One, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd, +And cover loves too curious search in me, +For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee. + +_Bo._ Mistris, it grows somewhat pretty and dark. + +_Ger._ What then? + +_Bo._ Nay, nothing; do not think I am afraid, +Although perhaps you are. + +_Ger._ I am not, forward. + +_Bo._ Sure but you are? give me your hand, fear nothing. +There's one leg in the wood, do not pull me backward: +What a sweat one on's are in, you or I? +Pray God it do not prove the plague; yet sure +It has infected me; for I sweat too, +It runs out at my knees, feel, feel, I pray you. + +_Ger._ What ails the fellow? + +_Bo._ Hark, hark I beseech you, +Do you hear nothing? + +_Ger._ No. + +_Bo._ List: a wild Hog, +He grunts: now 'tis a Bear: this wood is full of 'em, +And now, a Wolf, Mistress, a Wolf, a Wolf, +It is the howling of a Wolf. + +_Ger._ The braying of an Ass, is it not? + +_Bo._ Oh, now one has me; +Oh my left haunch, farewel. + +_Ger._ Look to your Shanks, +Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake. + +_Bo._ But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it; +It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire; +Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers: +It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt; +I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me. + +_Ger._ Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive +Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm? + +_Bo._ It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill +Grow to a Fire-drake presently. + +_Ger._ Come thou from it: +I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous, +That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus. + +_Bo._ It thunders, you hear that now? + +_Ger._ I hear one hollow. + +_Bo._ 'Tis thunder, thunder: +See, a Flash of Lightning: +Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off, +It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost +My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven, +'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress. + +_Ger._ What strange Wonders +Fear fancies in a Coward! + +_Bo._ Now the Earth opens. + +_Ger._ Prithee hold thy peace. + +_Bo._ Will you on then? + +_Ger._ Both love and jealousie have made me bold, +Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [_Exit._ + +_Bo._ God be with you then. + +_Enter_ Woolfort, Hemskirk, _and_ Attendants. + +_Hem._ It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me, +The Hunts-man that did hollow us. + +_Woolf._ Best make a stand, +And listen to his next: Ha! + +_Hem._ Who goes there? + +_Bo._ Mistress, I am taken. + +_Hem._ Mistress? Look forth Souldiers. + +_Woolf._ What are you Sirrah? + +_Bo._ Truly all is left +Of a poor Boor, by day-light, by night no body, +You might have spar'd your Drum, and Guns, and Pikes too +For I am none that will stand out Sir, I. +You may take me in with a walking Stick, +Even when you please, and hold me with a packthred. + +_Hem._ What woman was't you call'd to? + +_Bo._ Woman! none Sir. + +_Woolf._ None! did you not name Mistress? + +_Bo._ Yes, but she's +No woman yet: she should have been this night, +But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom, +Whom we were going to make hue and cry after; +I tell you true Sir, she should ha' been married to day; +And was the Bride and all; but in came _Clause_, +The old lame Beggar, and whips up Mr _Goswin_ +Under his arm; away with him as a Kite, +Or an old Fox would swoop away a Gosling. + +_Hem._ 'Tis she, 'tis she, 'tis she: Niece? + +_Ger._ Ha! + +_Hem._ She Sir, +This was a noble entrance to your fortune, +That being on the point thus to be married, +Upon her venture here, you should surprise her. + +_Woolf._ I begin, _Hemskirk,_ to believe my fate, +Works to my ends. + +_Hem._ Yes Sir, and this adds trust +Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me _Florez_ +Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as _Gerrard_ did +I' the old Beggars, and that he would use +Him for the train, to call the other forth; +All which we find is done--That's he again-- [_Holla again._ + +_Woolf._ Good, we sent out to meet him. + +_Hem._ Here's the Oak. + +_Ger._ I am miserably lost, thus faln +Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes, +Can I not think away my self and dye? + +_Enter_ Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks _like_ Boors. + +_Hub._ I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close. + +_Hig._ But what's the action we are for now? Ha! +Robbing a Ripper of his Fish. + +_Prig._ Or taking +A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes? + +_Hig._ Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter? + +_Fer._ Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats! + +_Prig._ Or cackling Cheats? + +_Hig._ Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, +And Tibs o'th' Buttery? + +_Prig._ O I could drive a Regiment +Of Geese afore me, such a night as this, +Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss +Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered. + +_Hig._ Tell us, +If it be milling of a lag of duds, +The fetching of a back of cloaths or so; +We are horribly out of linnen. + +_Hub._ No such matter. + +_Hig._ Let me alone with the Farmers dog, +If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, +And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure. + +_Hub._ Would it would please you to be silent. + +_Hig._ Mum. + +_Woolf._ Who's there? + +_Hub._ A friend, the Hunts-man. + +_Hem._ O 'tis he. + +_Hub._ I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? +Will he know a man now? + +_Hem._ This my Lord's the Friend, +Hath undertook the service. + +_Hub._ If't be worth +His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done +Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man, +I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game: +And I have don't, both _Florez_ and his Father +Old _Gerrard_, with Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthuisen_, +_Cozen_, and _Jaculin_, young _Florez_'s Sister: +I have 'em all. + +_Woolf._ Thou speak'st too much, too happy, +To carry faith with it. + +_Hub._ I can bring you +Where you shall see, and find 'em. + +_Woolf._ We will double +What ever _Hemskirk_ then hath promis'd thee. + +_Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you? + +_Woolf._ A hundred. That's well: ready to take +Upon surprise of 'em. + +_Hem._ Yes. + +_Hub._ Divide then +Your force into five Squadrons; for there are +So many out-lets, ways through the wood +That issue from the place where they are lodg'd: +Five several ways, of all which Passages, +We must possess our selves, to round 'em in; +For by one starting hole they'll all escape else: +I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides, +The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: +And that they may be more secure, I'll use +My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were +A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest +Careless of any noise, and be a direction +To the other guides, how we approach 'em still. + +_Woolf._ 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier; +Make the division _Hemskirk_; you are my charge, +Fair One, I'll look to you. + +_Boo._ Shall no body need +To look to me? I'll look unto my self. + +_Hub._ 'Tis but this, remember. + +_Hig._ Say, 'tis done, Boy. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +SCENA II. + + +_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Florez. + +_Ger._ By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons +Why I broke off your marriage, for though I +Should as a Subject study you my Prince +In things indifferent, it will not therefore +Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father, +By harkning to my necessary counsels. + +_Flo._ Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do, +And may impiety, conspiring with +My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly +When I forget to pay you a Sons duty +In my obedience, and that help'd forth +With all the cheerfulness. + +_Ger._ I pray you rise, +And may those powers that see and love this in you, +Reward you for it: Taught by your example +Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father, +I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject: +Which as my Prince accept of. + +_Flo._ Kneel to me? +May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys, +And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer +An act in nature so preposterous; +I must o'ercome in this, in all things else +The victory be yours: could you here read me, +You should perceive how all my faculties +Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours; +I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder +To be so, to the Father, to such goodness +(Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you) +Than I shall ever of those specious titles +That plead for my succession in the Earldom +(Did I possess it now) left by my Mother. + +_Ger._ I do believe it: but-- + +_Flo._ O my lov'd Father, +Before I knew you were so, by instinct, +Nature had taught me, to look on your wants, +Not as a stranger's: and I know not how, +What you call'd charity, I thought the payment +Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for; +And last of all, when your magnificent bounty +In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in +A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants +And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid, +I soon found out, it was no common pity +That led you to it. + +_Ger._ Think of this hereafter +When we with joy may call it to remembrance, +There will be a time, more opportune, than now +To end our story, with all circumstances, +I add this only: when we fled from _Wolfort_ +I sent you into _England_, and there placed you +With a brave _Flanders_ Merchant, call'd rich _Goswin_, +A man supplyed by me unto that purpose, +As bound by oath never to discover you, +Who dying, left his name and wealth unto you +As his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so; +But now, as _Florez_, and a Prince, remember +The countreys, and the subjects general good +Must challenge the first part in your affection: +The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife, +Being so far beneath you, that your love +Must grant she's not your equal. + +_Flo._ In descent +Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors, +But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues +Ever remembred in the best of women, +A Monarch might receive from her, not give, +Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only +Be an indulgent Father: in all else, +Use your authority. + +_Enter_ Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, +Bertha, _and_ Souldiers. + +_Hub._ Sir, here be two of 'em, +The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have +As fast as I can rouze them. + +_Ger._ Who's this? _Wolfort_? + +_Wol._ I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you, +Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you, +It's now no halting: I must here find _Gerrard_, +And in this Merchants habit, one call'd _Florez_ +Who would be an Earl. + +_Ger._ And is, wert thou a subject. + +_Flo._ Is this that Traitor _Wolfort_? + +_Wol._ Yes, but you +Are they that are betrai'd: _Hemskirk_. + +_Ber._ My _Goswin_ +Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, +Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes. + +_Florez._ _Gertrude_? + +_Wol._ Stay Sir, you were to day too near her, +You must no more aim at those easie accesses, +Less you can do't in air, without a head, +Which shall be suddenly tri'd. + +_Ber._ O take my heart, first, +And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, +Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom. + +_Wol._ You know not your own value, that entreat. + +_Ger._ So proud a fiend as _Wolfort_. + +_Wol._ For so lost +A thing as _Florez_. + +_Flo._ And that would be so +Rather than she should stoop again to thee; +There is no death, but's sweeter than all life, +When _Wolfort_ is to give it: O my _Gertrude_, +It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from, +It is from thee, that loss includeth all. + +_Wol._ I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so, +Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him +This is no _Gertrude_, nor no _Hemskirks_ Niece, +Nor _Vandunks_ Daughter: this is _Bertha_, _Bertha_, +The heir of _Brabant_, she that caus'd the war, +Whom I did steal, during my treaty there, +In your minority, to raise my self; +I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel, +That, a necessity of my employment, +The same employment, make me master of strength, +That strength, the Lord of _Flanders_, so of _Brabant_, +By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir, +She come of years, but that the expectation +First of her Fathers death, retarded it, +And since the standing out of _Bruges_, where +_Hemskirk_ had hid her, till she was near lost: +But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship +May break, for this was one of your best bottoms +I think. + +_Ger._ Insolent Devil! + +_Enter_ Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, +_and_ Costin. + +_Wol._ Who are these, _Hemskirk_? + +_Hem._ More, more, Sir. + +_Flo._ How they triumph in their treachery! + +_Hem._ Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthusin_, this Lord _Costin_, +This _Jaqueline_ the sister unto _Florez_. + +_Wol._ All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall, +And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em. +Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me _Florez_ fall, +Next _Gerrards_, then his Daughter _Jaquelins_, +Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights: +Hang 'em _Hemskirk_ on these trees; I'le take +The assay of these my self. + +_Hub._ Not here my Lord, +Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, +'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made. + +_Ger._ Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, +But mock us too? + +_Ginks._ False _Hubert_, this is monstrous. + +_Wol._ _Hubert_? + +_Hem._ Who, this? + +_Ger._ Yes this is _Hubert_, _Wolfort_, +I hope he has helpt himself to a tree. + +_Wol._ The first, +The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, +I let you goe before, but for a train; +Is't you have done this service? + +_Hub._ As your Hunts-man, +But now as _Hubert_; save your selves, I will, +The _Wolf's_ afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill. + +_Enter with a drum_ Van-dunk, Merchants, +Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap. + +_Wol._ Betray'd? + +_Hub._ No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman. + +_Van-d._ How do you _Wolfort_? Rascal, good knave _Wolfort_, +I speak it now without the Rose, and _Hemskirk_, +Rogue _Hemskirk_, you that have no niece, this Lady +Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now +Resign'd by me, to the right owner here: +Take her my Prince. + +_Flo._ Can this be possible, +Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love. + +_Van-d._ I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank +Lord _Hubert_, that came to me in _Gerrards_ name, +And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march +Like _Caesar_, when he bred his Commentaries, +So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth +_Caesar Van-dunk_, & _veni, vidi, vici_, +Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum; +You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too, +You stole the Lady? + +_Hig._ And we led your Squadrons, +Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, +If not their faces. + +_Prig._ Yes, and run their heads +Against trees. + +_Hig._ 'Tis Captain _Prig_, Sir. + +_Prig._ And Coronel _Higgen_. + +_Hig._ We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, +Some with arms broken, and a neck or two +I think be loose. + +_Prig._ The rest too, that escap'd, +Are not yet out o'the briars, + +_Hig._ And your horses, Sir, +Are well set up in _Bruges_ all by this time: +You look as you were not well Sir, and would be +Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf? + +_Van-d._ A halter. + +_Ger._ 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble _Hubert_: +Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together, +Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation? +Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason: +And not so see thy self, as to fall down +And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt, +As deep as hell, to cover thee and it? + +_Wol._ No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me +And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares. + +_Flo._ 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent +The wrongs th' hast done, and live. + +_Wol._ Who, I repent? +And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language +And not for _Wolfort_. + +_Van-d._ _Wolfort_, thou art a Devil, +And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing +Under this row of trees now would I hang him. + +_Flo._ No let him live, until he can repent, +But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom. + +_Van-d._ Then hang his worthy Captain here, this _Hemskirk_ +For profit of th' example. + +_Flo._ No let him +Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life, +To shew how much our innocence contemns +All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us. + +_Van-d._ A noble Prince. + +_Ger._ Sir, you must help to join +A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, +And to their loves with joy. + +_Flo._ As to mine own, +My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother. + +_Van._ I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made, +My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack, +With a peck of little fishes, to drink down +In healths to this day. + +_Hig._ 'Slight, here be changes, +The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, _Prig_. + +_Prig._ Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, +What think you _Ferret_? + +_Fer._ Marry I do think, +That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't. + +_Hig._ Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, +Remove the Bush to another climat. + +_Ger._ Sir, you must thank this worthy _Burgomaster_, +Here be friends ask to be look'd on too, +And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life +Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd, +Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true +Subjects unto me, while I was their King, +A place I know not well how to resign, +Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat +Your grace, command them follow you to _Bruges_; +Where I will take the care on me, to find +Some manly, and more profitable course +To fit them, as a part of the Republique. + +_Flo._ Do you hear Sirs? do so. + +_Hig._ Thanks to your good grace. + +_Prig._ To your good Lordship. + +_Fer._ May you both live long. + +_Ger._ Attend me at _Van-dunks_, the _Burgomasters_. + +[_Ex. all but Beggars._ + +_Hig._ Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week, +Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker: +Or learn to go along with him, his course; +That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth, _Prig_, +What say you to it? + +_Prig._ It is the backwardst course, +I know i'the world. + +_Hig._ Then _Higgen_ will scarce thrive by it, +You do conclude? + +_Prig._ 'Faith hardly, very hardly. + +_Hig._ Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince _Prig_; +And therefore farewel _Flanders_, _Higgen_ will seek +Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, +With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me see +_Snap_, _Ferret_, _Prig_, and _Higgen_, all are left +O' the true blood: what? shall we into _England_? + +_Prig._ Agreed. + +_Hig._ Then bear up bravely with your _Brute_ my lads, +_Higgen_ hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, +And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, +The Spirit of _Bottom_, is grown bottomless. + +_Prig._ I'le mand no more, nor cant. + +_Hig._ Yes, your sixpenny worth +In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum +I'le steal you any mans Dogg for. + +_Prig._ For sixpence more +You'l tell the owner where he is. + +_Hig._ 'Tis right, +_Higgen_ must practise, so must _Prig_ to eat; +And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now +No more, as either of these. + +_Prig._ But as true Beggars, +As e're we were. + +_Hig._ We stand here, for an Epilogue; +Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow; +For womens favours are a leading alms, +If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes +Out at your masks. + +_Prig._ And let your beauties sparkle. + +_Hig._ So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns +Still i' the fashion. + +_Prig._ Nor the men you love, +Wealth nor discourse to please you. + +_Hig._ May you Gentlemen, +Never want good fresh suits nor liberty. + +_Prig._ May every Merchant here see safe his ventures. + +_Hig._ And every honest Citizen his debts in. + +_Prig._ The Lawyers again good Clyents. + +_Hig._ And the Clyents good Counsel. + +_Prig._ All the Gamesters here good fortune. + +_Hig._ The Drunkards too good wine. + +_Prig._ The eaters meat +Fit for their tastes and palats. + +_Hig._ The good wives kind Husbands. + +_Prig._ The young maids choyce of Sutors. + +_Hig._ The Midwives merry hearts. + +_Prig._ And all good cheer. + +_Hig._ As you are kind unto us and our Bush, +We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen, +And have your mony, but the Alms we ask +And live by, is your Grace, give that, and then +We'l boldly say our word is, _Come again_. + + + + +APPENDIX + + +p. 194, +l. 1. A] God e'n then. +l. 28. C _misprints_] secrely. +l. 30. A and B] tipple in wine. + +p. 195, +l. 3. A _omits_] ye. +l. 11. A _repeats_] Ile swinge you. +l. 15. A] utter, will all. +l. 35. A and B] any devotions. + +p. 196, +l. 2. B] with torch. +l. 18. A _misprints_] _Short_ for _Wid_. + +p. 197, +l. 2. A] and a vertuous. +l. 3. A] hay him up. +l. 13. B] a your. + +p. 198, +l. 2. A] take. +l. 3. A _omits_] a. +l. 25. A] No armes, no armes. +l. 27. A and B] hang 'tis. +l. 33. A _omits_] a. + +p. 199, +l. 5. B] An here. +l. 10. A] his Nleson. +l. 37. A _omits_] have. + +p. 200, +l. 3. A] pound. +l. 10. A _omits_] you. +l. 20. B] such knell. +ll 23 and 24. A] to raise. + +p. 201, +l. 5. A] regements. +l. 30. A and B] yond. + +p. 202, +l. 2. B] sees yon. +l. 3. A and B] thy Torch. +l. 13. A] hay, but. +l. 26. A and B] shall a Lady. + +p. 203, +l. 10. A] their recompences. +l. 20. A and B _add_] Exeunt. + +p. 204, +l. 2. B _omits_] us. +l. 4. A and B] this 'tis to. +l. 12. A _omits_] put. +l. 28. A and B] too. + +p. 205, +l. 10 A] they are. B] they 'are. + +p. 207, +l. 21. A and B _add_] Finis. + + + +BEGGARS BUSH. + +(A) The First Folio, 1647. + +(B) The | Beggars | Bush. | Written by | Francis Beaumont, And John +Fletcher, Gentlemen. | [wood-cut] London, | Printed for Humphrey Robinson, +and Anne Mosely, | at the three Pigeons, and at the Princes Arms | in +Saint Pauls Church-yard, 1661. + +Another issue of the above, dated 1661, has a fresh title-page and bears +the following notice:--'You may speedily expect those other Playes, which +| Kirkman, and his Hawkers have deceived the | buyers withall, selling +them at treble the value, that | this and the rest will be sold for, which +are the | onely Originall and corrected copies, as they | were first +purchased by us at no mean | rate, and since printed by us.' + +B prints the Prologue and Epilogue to _The Captaine_ as though they +belonged to _Beggars Bush_, apparently treating the last page of _The +Captain_ in A as though it were the first page of _Beggars Bush_. + +(C) The Second Folio. + +p. 208. A _omits_], A Comedy ... The Scene Flanders. +ll. 2-4. B] Dramatis Personae. _These are as follows_: + +Drammatis Personae. + +_Goswin_ a young Merchant of _Bruges_, + viz. _Florez_ the right Earl of _Flanders_ +_Woolfort_, Usurper of the Earldome, +_Clause_ King of Beggars, + viz. _Gerrard_ Father to _Florez_, +_Hubert_ disguised like a Huntsman, A Lord of Flaunders +_Hemskirk_, A Favourite of the Usurper. +Lord _Arnold_) +Lord _Costin_) Two Lords of _Flaunders_ disguis'd like Beggars +_Jaqueline_, Daughter to _Gerrard_. +_Bertha_, Heir of Brabant. +_Van-dunck_ Burgomaster of _Bruges_ +Merchants, Saylor, &c. +_Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Snap_, and others, Beggars. +Boors, +Souldiers +Young Merchants, and others, Guests at _Goswins_ Wedding. +_Margaret_, Wife to _Vandunck_ +Attendants, +Boy with a Song. + The Scene BRUGES. +p. 209, +ll. 6 and 27. A and B] Countess. +l. 34. C _misprints_] houour. + +p. 210, +l. 9. B _omits_] that. +l. 34. A] On mine. + +p. 211, +l. 37. A and B] loyalty so suspected. + +p. 212, +l. 15. A and B] answers. +l. 22. C _misprints_] their. + +p. 214, +l. 2. A and B for _Goswin read_] _Florez_ and so throughout the play. + +p. 215, +l. 30. A _and some copies of_ B] Or the dear. + +p. 216, +l. 10. A and B] him only. +l. 25. A and B] Suck him. +l. 35. A and B] near my price. + +p. 217, +l. 6. C _misprints_] farily. + +p. 218, +l. 18. A and B] Quitchineel. + +p. 219, +l. 3. A and B] God a mercy. +l. 15. A here and often later prints _Ger._ for _Clau._ + +p. 221, +l. 18. A and B _omit_] I. +l. 27. A and B] his call. +l. 30. A and B] To whom that. +l. 36. B] this man. + +p. 222, +l. 20. B] Thou that art. + +p. 223, +l. 12. A and B] all hem'd out. +l. 34. A and B] bene whids. + +p. 224, +l. 3. A and B] their true pass-ports. +l. 23. A and B] _Offices_. +l. 24. A and B] _penny ceast_. +l. 27. B _omits_] _and_. +l. 28. A and B _omit_] comes. + +p. 225, +l. 4. A and B] Ger. +l. 25. A and B _omit_] _Exit_. +l. 33. A _omits_] is. + B] 'Tis. + +p. 226, +l. 4. A and B] she says. +l. 9. A and B] O the. +l. 24. A] skuys. + B] scuce. + +p. 227, +ll. 7 and 18. A and B _omit_] Exit. +l. 9. B] ruine. +l. 26. A and B] against. +l. 35. A and B] _Meg._ some wine. + +p. 228, +l. 15. A and B] _Mage_, fill out. +l. 32. A _by error prints this line twice_. +l. 35. C _misprints_] with. + +p. 229, +l. 17. B] to admit. + +p. 230, +l. 6. A] makes this trade. +l. 18. A and B] rate's at more. +l. 21. C _misprints_] Hab. + +p. 231, +l. 10. B] these. +l. 13. A and B] your errour. +l. 25. B _omits_] doth. + +p. 232, +l. 3. A and B _omit_] _Strikes him_. +ll. 5 and 6. A and B _omit_] _He gets ... the head_. +l. 7. A and B here and later often print _Ber._ for _Ger._ +l. 39. B _omits_] you. + +p. 233, +l. 4. A and B _omit_] _and_ Ger. + +p. 234, +l. 18. A and B] Start beer. +l. 33. A] to high, etc. + +p. 235, +l. 3. B] _any branches_. +l. 28. B] _To make up_. + +p. 236, + A and B _omit the whole of Song_. +l. 21. B _omits_] There sweet Sow-Gelder. + +p. 238, +l. 17. B] Come away fair Maids, put your ware away. +l. 18. B _omits the entire line_. +l. 24. B _omits the fourth_ fill. + +p. 239, +l. 9. A and B] o' their Prestoes. +l. 35. C] commands. + +p. 240, +l. 4. B _omits_] a. + +p. 241, +l. 7. A and B] is toss'd too. +l. 18. B] Aa's. + +p. 242, +l. 12. B] thy honour. + +p. 243, +l. 7. A and B _omit_] Sir, I must not leave ye. +l. 8. A and B] I must not. +l. 25. A and B] That's all. + +p. 244, +l. 1. B] men that have. +l. 3. A and B _omit_] on. +l. 25. A and B] as they please. + +p. 246, +l. 32. A and B _omit_] _Beat one another_. + +p. 248, +l. 23. A] Reimald. +ll. 35 and 38. A and B _omit_] aside. + +p. 249, +l. 1. A and B _omit_] with. +l. 15. A] I have. +l. 38. A and B, _in 2 lines_] Yes, venson, | Or if I want-- | + +p. 250, +l. 1. A and B] shall learn. +l. 4. A and B] Yes if I. +l. 5. A and B arrange the rest of the Scene thus] + +_Ger_. Now sweare him. + +_Hig_. You are welcom Brother. + +_All_. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping +Of this fellow? + +_Hub_. Thank ye friends, +And I beseech ye, if you dare but trust me; +For if I have kept wilde doggs and beastes for wonder, +And made 'em tame too: give into my custody +This roaring rascal I shall hamper him, +With all his knacks and knaveryes, and I feare me +Discover yet a further villany in him; +O he smells ranck 'oth rascall. + +_Ger_. Take him to thee, +But if he scape-- + +_Hub_. Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, +Roome Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash. + +_Hem_. Away Rascall. + +_Hub_. Be not so stubborne: I shall swindge ye soundly, +And ye play tricks with me. + +_Ger_. Now sweare him. + +_Hig_. I crowne thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, +And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes, +To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheates; +To mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, +Twang dell's, i'the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin: +And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin. + +_Ger_. Now interpret this unto him. + +_Hig_. I poure on thy pate a pot of good ale, +And by the Rogues oth a Rogue thee install: +To beg on the way, to rob all thou meetes; +To steale from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: +And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang, +Let the Constable, Justice, and Divell go hang. + +_Ger_. So, now come in, +But ever have an eye Sir, to your prisoner. + +_Hub_. He must blinde both mine eyes, if he get from me. + +_Ger_. Go, get some victualls, and some drink, some good drink +For this day weele keep holly to good fortune, +Come and be frollick with us. + +_Hig_. Ye are a stanger. _Exeunt_. + +p. 250, +l. 14. C] o' th'. + +p. 251, +ll. 12 and 37 and often elsewhere. A and B] _Jertred_. + +p. 252, +l. 16. A and B] what ayle ye. +l. 35. A] Despise me. + +p. 253, +l. 7. A and B] wind or. +l. 11. A and B] no lying here. + +p. 254, +l. 13. A] Porter. +l. 34. B] we daily get. + +p. 255, +l 13. A and B] confess it. + A and B _omit stage direction_. +l. 18. A and B _omit_] for. + +p. 256, +l. 28. A and B] Here in bosome, and. + C] my bosom. + +p. 257, +l. 5. A and B] it would. + +p. 258, +l. 15. A] This ye are I. + B] This year I. + +p. 260, +l. 5. C _misprints_] righty. +l. 35. A and B] your letting free. + +p. 261, +l. 7. C _misprints_] Hem. + +p. 262, +l. 17. A and B] baldrick, what a. +l. 28. C] pertious. + +p. 263, +l. 16. A and B] stands. +l. 27. A and B] that whorson. +l. 28. A] baster'd bullions. + B] bastar'd bullions. +l. 30. A and B] and change a. +l. 32. A and B] mangy soul. +l. 35. A and B] keep this in. + +p. 264, +l. 1. A and B] We be monstrous out. + +p. 265, +l. 26. A _omits_] the. + +p. 267, +l. 6. C _misprints_] Heaveu. +l. 9. B _omits_] design. + +p. 268, +l. 10. A and B] nor sorrow; Oh me. +l. 11. A and B _omit_] Ah me. +l. 33. A and B _omit_] me. + +p. 269, +l. 11. A and B] left ham. +l. 19. A and B _omit_] strange. + +p. 270, +l. 26. B] whipt. +l. 29. B _omits one_] 'tis she. +l. 39. A and B] Merchants shop. + +p. 271, +l. 6. A _and some copies of_ B _expand Ger.'s speech as follows_] + +_Ber_. O I am miserably lost, thus falne +Into my uncles hands from all my hopes, +Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye? +O I am miserably lost; thus fallen +Into my uncles hands, from all my hopes: +No matter now, where thou be false or no, +_Goswin_, whether thou love an other better; +Or me alone; or where thou keep thy vow, +And word, or that thou come, or stay: for I +To thee from henceforth, must be ever absent, +And thou to me: no more shall we come neere, +To tell our selves, how bright each other [B others] eyes were, +How soft our language, and how sweet our kisses, +Whil'st we made one our food, th'other our feast, +Not mix our soules by sight, or by a letter +Hereafter, but as small relation have, +As two new gon to in habiting a grave: +Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye? + +l. 23. A and B] or a. +l. 29. A and B] alone for any Farmers. +l. 38. A and B] Will ye. + +p. 272, +l. 17. A _and_ B _give from_ That's well _to Hub._ (_Char._). +l. 27. B] to ye will. + +p. 273, +l. 32. B] those speciall. + +p. 274, +l. 12. A and B] your story. +l. 33. A and B] Use my. + +p. 275, +l. 37. A and B] For your. + +p. 276, +l. 2. B] marrying her Sir. + B _omits at end of line_] Sir. + +p. 277, +l. 19. A and B] to end my. +l. 31. B _omits_] have. + +p. 279, +l. 11. A and B] follow me. + +p. 280, +l. 26. A and B] gain. +l. 40. B _adds_] Finis. + + + +THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT. + +(A) The First Folio. +(B) The Second Folio. +(C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. +This MS. is a beatiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound +in vellum, with gilt lines and gilt design on the cover. The following +particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:-- + +'K Digby Margrit + +This manuscript beloged to the celebrated +Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter +(one of the daughters & co-heireses of his eldest +son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq. +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 Esq. 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.' + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Beggars Bush, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEGGARS BUSH *** + +***** This file should be named 12221.txt or 12221.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/2/2/2/12221/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jonathan Ingram, Charles M. 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