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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: The Little French Lawyer + A Comedy + +Author: Francis Beaumont + John Fletcher + +Release Date: May 9, 2008 [EBook #25398] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Diane Monico, and The Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + +THE + +Little French Lawyer. + + +A + +COMEDY. + + * * * * * + +Persons Represented in the Play. + +Dinant, _a Gentleman that formerly loved, and still pretended to +love_ Lamira. + +Cleremont, _a merry Gentleman, his Friend._ + +Champernell, _a lame old Gentleman, Husband to_ Lamira. + +Vertaign, _a Noble-man, and a Judge._ + +Beaupre, _Son to_ Vertaign. + +Verdone, _Nephew to_ Champernell. + +_Monsieur_ La Writt, _a wrangling Advocate, or the Little +Lawyer._ + +Sampson, _a foolish Advocate, Kinsman to_ Vertaign. + +_Provost._ + +_Gentlemen._ + +_Clients._ + +_Servants._ + + +_WOMEN._ + +Lamira, _Wife to_ Champernell, _and Daughter to_ Vertaign. + +Anabell, _Niece to_ Champernell. + +Old Lady, _Nurse to_ Lamira. + +Charlotte, _Waiting Gentlewoman to_ Lamira. + + +_The Scene_ France. + + +The principal Actors were, + +_Joseph Taylor._ + +_John Lowin._ + +_John Underwood._ + +_Robert Benfield._ + +_Nicholas Toolie._ + +_William Egleston._ + +_Richard Sharpe._ + +_Thomas Holcomb._ + + + + +_Actus Primus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Dinant, _a[n]d_ Cleremont. + +_Din._ Disswade me not. + +_Clere._ It will breed a brawl. + +_Din._ I care not, I wear a Sword. + +_Cler._ And wear discretion with it, +Or cast it off, let that direct your arm, +'Tis madness else, not valour, and more base +Than to receive a wrong. + +_Din._ Why would you have me +Sit down with a disgrace, and thank the doer? +We are not Stoicks, and that passive courage +Is only now commendable in Lackies, +Peasants, and Tradesmen, not in men of rank +And qualitie, as I am. + +_Cler._ Do not cherish +That daring vice, for which the whole age suffers. +The blood of our bold youth, that heretofore +Was spent in honourable action, +Or to defend, or to enlarge the Kingdom, +For the honour of our Country, and our Prince, +Pours it self out with prodigal expence +Upon our Mothers lap, the Earth that bred us +For every trifle; and these private Duells, +Which had their first original from the _Fr[enc]h_ +(And for which, to this day, we are justly censured) +Are banisht from all civil Governments: +Scarce three in _Venice_, in as many years; +In _Florence_, they are rarer, and in all +The fair Dominions of the _Spanish_ King, +They are never heard of: Nay, those neighbour Countries, +Which gladly imitate our other follies, +And come at a dear rate to buy them of us, +Begin now to detest them. + +_Din._ Will you end yet-- + +_Cler._ And I have heard that some of our late Kings, +For the lie, wearing of a Mistris favour, +A cheat at Cards or Dice, and such like causes, +Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen, +As might have met the great _Turk_ in the field +With confidence of a glorious Victorie, +And shall we then-- + +_Din._ No more, for shame no more, +Are you become a Patron too? 'tis a new one, +No more on't, burn't, give it to some Orator, +To help him to enlarge his exercise, +With such a one it might do well, and profit +The Curat of the Parish, but for _Cleremont_, +The bold, and undertaking _Cleremont_, +To talk thus to his friend, his friend that knows him, +_Dinant_ that knows his _Cleremont_, is absurd, +And meer Apocrypha. + +_Cler._ Why, what know you of me? + +_Din._ Why if thou hast forgot thy self, I'le tell thee, +And not look back, to speak of what thou wert +At fifteen, for at those years I have heard +Thou wast flesh'd, and enter'd bravely. + +_Cler._ Well Sir, well. + +_Din._ But yesterday, thou wast the common second, +Of all that only knew thee, thou hadst bills +Set up on every post, to give thee notice +Where any difference was, and who were parties; +And as to save the charges of the Law +Poor men seek arbitrators, thou wert chosen +By such as knew thee not, to compound quarrels: +But thou wert so delighted with the sport, +That if there were no just cause, thou wouldst make one, +Or be engag'd thy self: This goodly calling +Thou hast followed five and twenty years, and studied +The Criticismes of contentions, and art thou +In so few hours transform'd? certain this night +Thou hast had strange dreams, or rather visions. + +_Clere._ Yes, Sir, +I have seen fools, and fighters, chain'd together, +And the Fighters had the upper hand, and whipt first, +The poor Sots laughing at 'em. What I have been +It skils not, what I will be is resolv'd on. + +_Din._ Why then you'l fight no more? + +_Cler._ Such is my purpose. + +_Din._ On no occasion? + +_Cler._ There you stagger me. +Some kind of wrongs there are which flesh and blood +Cannot endure. + +_Din._ Thou wouldst not willingly +Live a protested coward, or be call'd one? + +_Cler._ Words are but words. + +_Din._ Nor wouldst thou take a blow? + +_Cler._ Not from my friend, though drunk, and from an enemy +I think much less. + +_Din._ There's some hope of thee left then, +Wouldst thou hear me behind my back disgrac'd? + +_Cler._ Do you think I am a rogue? they that should do it +Had better been born dumb. + +_Din._ Or in thy presence +See me o'recharg'd with odds? + +_Cler._ I'd fall my self first. + +_Din._ Would'st thou endure thy Mistris be taken from thee, +And thou sit quiet? + +_Cler._ There you touch my honour, +No French-man can endure that. + +_Di[n]._ Pl---- upon thee, +Why dost thou talk of Peace then? that dar'st suffer +Nothing, or in thy self, or in thy friend +That is unmanly? + +_Cler._ That I grant, I cannot: +But I'le not quarrel with this Gentleman +For wearing stammel Breeches, or this Gamester +For playing a thousand pounds, that owes me nothing; +For this mans taking up a common Wench +In raggs, and lowsie, then maintaining her +Caroach'd in cloth of Tissue, nor five hundred +Of such like toyes, that at no part concern me; +Marry, where my honour, or my friend is questioned, +I have a Sword, and I think I may use it +To the cutting of a Rascals throat, or so, +Like a good Christian. + +_Din._ Thou art of a fine Religion, +And rather than we'l make a Schism in friendship +I will be of it: But to be serious, +Thou art acquainted with my tedious love-suit +To fair _Lamira_? + +_Cler._ Too well Sir, and remember +Your presents, courtship, that's too good a name, +Your slave-like services, your morning musique; +Your walking three hours in the rain at midnight, +To see her at her window, sometimes laugh'd at, +Sometimes admitted, and vouchsaf'd to kiss +Her glove, her skirt, nay, I have heard, her slippers, +How then you triumph'd? +Here was love forsooth. + +_Din._ These follies I deny not, +Such a contemptible thing my dotage made me, +But my reward for this-- + +_Cler._ As you deserv'd, +For he that makes a goddess of a Puppet, +Merits no other recompence. + +_Din._ This day friend, +For thou art so-- + +_Cler._ I am no flatterer. + +_Din._ This proud, ingratefull she, is married to +Lame _Champernel_. + +_Cler._ I know him, he has been +As tall a Sea-man, and has thriv'd as well by't, +The loss of a legg and an arm deducted, as any +That ever put from _Marseilles_: you are tame, +Pl---- on't, it mads me; if it were my case, +I should kill all the family. + +_Din._ Yet but now +You did preach patience. + +_Cler._ I then came from confession, +And 'twas enjoyn'd me three hours for a penance, +To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one, +But now, all else being pardon'd, I begin +On a new Tally, Foot do any thing, +I'le second you. + +_Din._ I would not willingly +Make red, my yet white conscience, yet I purpose +In the open street, as they come from the Temple, +(For this way they must pass,) to speak my wrongs, +And do it boldly. [_Musick playes._ + +_Cler._ Were thy tongue a Cannon, +I would stand by thee, boy, they come, upon 'em. + +_Din._ Observe a little first. + +_Cler._ This is fine fidling. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, _Nurse_, Beaupre, + Verdone. _An Epithalamium._ + + SONG at the Wedding. + + _Come away, bring on the Bride + And place her by her Lovers side: + You fair troop of Maids attend her, + Pure and holy thoughts befriend her. + Blush, and wish, you Virgins all, + Many such fair nights may fall._ + + Chorus. + + _Hymen, fill the house with joy, + All thy sacred fires employ: + Bless the Bed with holy love, + Now fair orb of Beauty move._ + +_Din._ Stand by, for I'le be heard. + +_Verta._ This is strange rudeness. + +_Din._ 'Tis courtship, ballanced with injuries, +You all look pale with guilt, but I will dy +Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear'd veins +There yet remain so much of honest blood +To make the colour; first to ye my Lord, +The Father of this Bride, whom you have sent +Alive into her grave. + +_Champ._ How? to her grave? + +_Dina._ Be patient Sir, I'le speak of you anon +You that allow'd me liberal access, +To make my way with service, and approv'd of +My birth, my person, years, and no base fortune: +You that are rich, and but in this held wise too, +That as a Father should have look'd upon +Your Daughter in a husband, and aim'd more +At what her youth, and heat of blood requir'd +In lawfull pleasures, than the parting from +Your Crowns to pay her dowr: you that already +Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit, +As if you were assur'd to live here ever; +What poor end had you, in this choice? in what +Deserve I your contempt? my house, and honours +At all parts equal yours, my fame as fair, +And not to praise my self, the City ranks me +In the first file of her most hopefull Gentry: +But _Champernel_ is rich, and needs a nurse, +And not your gold: and add to that, he's old too, +His whole estate in likelihood to descend +Upon your Family; Here was providence, +I grant, but in a Nobleman base thrift: +No Merchants, nay, no Pirats, sell for Bondmen +Their Country-men, but you, a Gentleman, +To save a little gold, have sold your Daughter +To worse than slaverie. + +_Cler._ This was spoke home indeed. + +_Beau._ Sir, I shall take some other time to tell you, +That this harsh language was delivered to +An old man, but my Father. + +_Din._ At your pleasure. + +_Cler._ Proceed in your design, let me alone, +To answer him, or any man. + +_Verd._ You presume +Too much upon your name, but may be couzen'd. + +_Din._ But for you, most unmindfull of my service, +For now I may upbraid you, and with honour, +Since all is lost, and yet I am a gainer, +In being deliver'd from a torment in you, +For such you must have been, you to whom nature +Gave with a liberal hand most excellent form, +Your education, language, and discourse, +And judgement to distinguish, when you shall +With feeling sorrow understand how wretched +And miserable you have made your self, +And but your self have nothing to accuse, +Can you with hope from any beg compassion? +But you will say, you serv'd your Fathers pleasure, +Forgetting that unjust commands of Parents +Are not to be obey'd, or that you are rich, +And that to wealth all pleasure else are servants, +Yet but consider, how this wealth was purchas'd, +'Twill trouble the possession. + +_Champ._ You Sir know +I got it, and with honour. + +_Din._ But from whom? +Remember that, and how: you'l come indeed +To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding +Where it was bought, this Souldier will not lie, +But answer truly, this rich cloth of Arras +I made my prize in such a Ship, this Plate +Was my share in another; these fair Jewels, +Coming a shore, I got in such a Village, +The Maid, or Matron kill'd, from whom they were ravish'd, +The Wines you drink are guilty too, for this, +This _Candie_ Wine, three Merchants were undone, +These Suckets break as many more: in brief, +All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is purchas'd +By lawless force, and you but revel in +The tears, and grones of such as were the owners. + +_Champ._ 'Tis false, most basely false. + +_Verta._ Let losers talk. + +_Din._ Lastly, those joyes, those best of joyes, which _Hymen_ +Freely bestows on such, that come to tye +The sacred knot be blesses, won unto it +By equal love, and mutual affection, +Not blindly led with the desire of riches, +Most miserable you shall never taste of. +This Marriage night you'l meet a Widows bed, +Or failing of those pleasures all Brides look for, +Sin in your wish it were so. + +_Champ._ Thou art a Villain, +A base, malitious slanderer. + +_Cler._ Strike him. + +_Din._ No, he is not worth a blow. + +_Champ._ O that I had thee +In some close vault, that only would yield room +To me to use my Sword, to thee no hope +To run away, I would make thee on thy knees, +Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me. + +_Verta._ Pray you have patience. + +_Lamira._ This day I am to be your Soveraign, +Let me command you. + +_Champ._ I am lost with rage, +And know not what I am my self, nor you: +Away, dare such as you, that love the smoke +Of peace more than the fire of glorious War, +And like unprofitable drones, feed on +Your grandsires labours, that, as I am now, +Were gathering Bees, and fill'd their Hive, this Country +With brave triumphant spoils, censure our actions? +You object my prizes to me, had you seen +The horrour of a Sea-fight, with what danger +I made them mine; the fire I fearless fought in, +And quench'd it in mine enemies blood, which straight +Like oyle pour'd out on't, made it burn anew; +My Deck blown up, with noise enough to mock +The lowdest thunder, and the desperate fools +That Boorded me, sent, to defie the tempests +That were against me, to the angrie Sea, +Frighted with men thrown o're; no victory, +But in despight of the four Elements, +The Fire, the Air, the Sea, and sands hid in it +To be atchiev'd, you would confess poor men, +(Though hopeless, such an honourable way +To get or wealth, or honour) in your selves +He that through all these dreadfull passages +Pursued and overtook them, unaffrighted, +Deserves reward, and not to have it stil'd +By the base name of theft. + +_Din._ This is the Courtship, +That you must look for, Madam. + +_Cler._ 'Twill do well, +When nothing can be done, to spend the night with: +Your tongue is sound good Lord, and I could wish +For this young Ladyes sake this leg, this arm, +And there is something else, I will not name, +(Though 'tis the only thing that must content her) +Had the same vigour. + +_Champ._ You shall buy these scoffs +With your best blood: help me once noble anger, +(Nay stir not, I alone must right my self) +And with one leg transport me, to correct +These scandalous praters: O that noble wounds [_Falls._ +Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jear me too? +I got these, not as you do, your diseases +In Brothels, or with riotous abuse +Of wine in Taverns; I have one leg shot, +One arm disabled, and am honour'd more, +By losing them, as I did, in the face +Of a brave enemy, than if they were +As when I put to Sea; you are _French-men_ only, +In that you have been laied, and cur'd, goe to: +You mock my leg, but every bone about you, +Makes you good Almanack-makers, to foretell +What weather we shall have. + +_Din._ Put up your Sword. + +_Cler._ Or turn it to a Crutch, there't may b[e] usefull, +And live on the relation to your Wife +Of what a brave man you were once. + +_Din._ And tell her, +What a fine vertue 'tis in a young Lady +To give an old man pap. + +_Cler._ Or hire a Surgeon +To teach her to roul up your broken limbs. + +_Din._ To make a Pultess, and endure the scent +Of oils, and nasty Plasters. + +_Verta._ Fie Sir, fie, +You that have stood all dangers of all kinds, to +Yield to a Rivalls scoffe? + +_Lamira._ Shed tears upon +Your Wedding day? this is unmanly Gentlemen. + +_Champ._ They are tears of anger: O that I should live +To play the woman thus! All powerfull heaven, +Restore me, but one hour, that strength again, +That I had once, to chastise in these men +Their folies, and ill manners, and that done, +When you please, I'le yield up the fort of life, +And do it gladly. + +_Cler._ We ha' the better of him, +We ha' made him cry. + +_Verdo._ You shall have satisfaction. +And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me. + +_Beaup._ I say no more, you have a Brother, Sister, +This is your wedding day, we are in the street, +And howsoever they forget their honour, +'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example. + +_Vert._ If there be Laws in _Paris_, look to answer +This insolent affront. + +_Cler._ You that live by them, +Study 'em for heavens sake; for my part I know not +Nor care not what they are. Is the[re] ought else +That you would say; + +_Din._ Nothing, I have my ends. +_Lamira_ weeps, I have said too much I fear; +So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot +Endure to see her tears. [_Exeunt_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Champ._ See you perform it, +And do it like my Nephew. + +_Verdo._ If I fail in't +Ne'r know me more, Cousin _Beaupre_. + +_Champ._ Repent not +What thou hast done, my life, thou shalt not find +I am decrepit; in my love and service, +I will be young, and constant, and believe me, +For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all +The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me +I'le meet thy pleasures with a young mans ardour, +And in all circumstances of a Husband, +Perform my part. + +_Lamira._ Good Sir, I am your servant, +And 'tis too late now, if I did repent, +(Which as I am a virgin yet, I do not) +To undoe the knot, that by the Church is tyed. +Only I would beseech ye, as you have +A good opinion of me, and my vertues, +For so you have pleas'd to stile my innocent weakness, +That what hath pass'd be[t]ween _Dinant_ and me, +Or what now in your hearing he hath spoken, +Beget not doubts, or fears. + +_Champ._ I apprehend you, +You think I will be jealous; as I live +Thou art mistaken sweet; and to confirm it +Discourse with whom thou wilt, ride where thou wilt, +Feast whom thou wilt, as often as thou wilt, +For I will have no other guards upon thee +Than thine own thoughts. + +_Lamira._ I'le use this liberty +With moderation Sir. + +_Beaup._ I am resolv'd. +Steal off, I'le follow you. + +_Champ._ Come Sir, you droop; +Till you find cause, which I shall never give, +Dislike not of your Son in Law. + +_Verta._ Sir, you teach me +The language I should use; I am most happy +In being so near you. [_Exeunt_ Verdone, _and_ Beaupre. + +_Lamira._ O my fears! good nurse +Follow my Brother unobserv'd, and learn +Which way he takes. + +_Nurs._ I will be carefull Madam. [_Exit_ Nurse. + +_Champ._ Between us complements are superfluous, +On Gentlemen, th' affront we have met here +We'l think upon hereafter, 'twere unfit +To cherish any thought to breed unrest, +Or to our selves, or to our Nuptial feast. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ We shall have sport, ne'r fear't. + +_Din._ What sport I prethee? + +_Cler._ Why we must fight, I know it, and I long for't, +It was apparent in the fiery eye +Of young _Verdone_, _Beaupre_ look'd pale and shook too, +Familiar signs of anger. They are both brave fellows +Tri'd and approv'd, and I am proud to encounter +With men, from whom no honour can be lost; +They will play up to a man, and set him off. +When e're I go to the field, heaven keep me from +The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or, Coward, +The first, to get a name, comes on too hot, +The Coward is so swift in giving ground, +There is no overtaking him without +A hunting Nag, well breath'd too. + +_Din._ All this while, +You ne'r think on the danger. + +_Cler._ Why 'tis no more +Than meeting of a dozen friends at Supper, +And drinking hard; mischief comes there unlook'd for, +I am sure as suddain, and strikes home as often, +For this we are prepar'd. + +_Din._ _Lamira_ Loves +Her Brother _Beaupre_ dearly. + +_Cler._ What of that? + +_Din._ And should he call me to account for what +But now I spake, nor can I with mine honour +Recant my words, that little hope is left me, +E're to enjoy what (next to Heaven) I long for, +Is taken from me. + +_Cer._ Why what can you hope for, +She being now married? + +_Din._ Oh my _Cleremont_, +To you all secrets of my heart lye open, +And I rest most secure that whatsoe're +I lock up there, is as a private thought, +And will no farther wrong me. I am a _French-man_, +And for the greater part we are born Courtiers, +She is a woman, and however yet, +No heat of service had the power to melt +Her frozen Chastity, time and opportunitie +May work her to my ends, I confess ill ones, +And yet I must pursue 'em: now her marriage, +In probabilitie, will no way hurt, +But rather help me. + +_Cler._ Sits the wind there? pray you tell me +How far off dwells your love from lust? + +_Din._ Too near, +But prethee chide me not. + +_Cler._ Not I, goe on boy, +I have faults my self, and will not reprehend +A crime I am not free from: for her Marriage, +I do esteem it (and most batchellors are +Of my opinion) as a fair protection, +To play the wanton without loss of honour. + +_Din._ Would she make use of't so, I were most happy. + +_Cler._ No more of this. Judge now, +Whether I have the gift of prophecie. + + _Enter_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone. + +_Beaup._ Monsieur _Dinant_, +I am glad to find you, Sir. + +_Din._ I am at your service. + +_Verd._ Good Monsieur _Cleremont_, I have long wish'd +To be known better to you. + +_Cler._ My desires +Embrace your wishes Sir. + +_Beaup._ Sir, I have ever +Esteem'd you truly noble, and profess +I should have been most proud, to have had the honour +To call you Brother, but my Fathers pleasure +Denied that happiness. I know no man lives, +That can command his passions, and therefore +Dare not condemn the late intemperate language +You were pleas'd to use to my Father and my Sister, +He's old and she a woman, I most sorrie +My honour does compel me to entreat you, +To do me the favour, with your sword to meet me +A mile without the Citie. + +_Din._ You much honour me. +In the demand, I'le gladly wait upon you. + +_Beaup._ O Sir you teach me what to say: the time? + +_Din._ With the next Sun, if you think fit. + +_Beaup._ The place? + +_Din._ Near to the vineyard eastward from the Citie. + +_Beaup._ I like it well, this Gentleman if you please +Will keep me company. + +_Cler._ That is agreed on; +And in my friends behalf I will attend him. + +_Verd._ You shall not miss my service. + +_Beaup._ Good day Gentlemen. [_Ex._ Beaup. _and_ Verd. + +_Din._ At your Commandment. + +_Cler._ Proud to be your servants. +I think there is no Nation under Heaven +That cut their enemies throats with complement, +And such fine tricks as we do: If you have +Any few Prayers to say, this night you may +Call 'em to mind and use 'em, for my self, +As I have little to lose, my care is less, +So till to morrow morning I bequeath you +To your devotions; and those paid, but use +That noble courage I have seen, and we +Shall fight, as in a Castle. + +_Din._ Thou art all honour, +Thy resolution would steel a Coward, +And I most fortunate in such a Friend; +All tenderness and nice respect of woman +Be now far from me, reputation take +A full possession of my heart, and prove +Honour the first place holds, the second Love. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Lamira, Charlote. + +_Lami._ Sleeps my Lord still, _Charlote_? + +_Char._ Not to be wak'd. +By your Ladiships cheerfull looks I well perceive +That this night the good Lord hath been +At an unusual service, and no wonder +If he rest after it. + +_Lamira._ You are very bold. + +_Char._ Your Creature Madam, and when you are pleas'd +Sadness to me's a stranger, your good pardon +If I speak like a fool, I could have wisht +To have ta'ne your place to night, had bold _Dinant_ +Your first and most obsequious servant tasted +Those delicates, which by his lethargie +As it appears, have cloy'd my Lord. + +_Lamira._ No, more. + +_Char._ I am silenc'd, Madam. + +_Lamira._ Saw you my nurse this morning? + +_Charl._ No Madam. + +_Lamira._ I am full of fears. [_Knock within._ +Who's that? + +_Charl._ She you enquir'd for. + +_Lamira._ Bring her in, and leave me. [_Exit_ Charlote. +Now nurse what news? + + _Enter_ Nurse. + +_Nurse._ O Ladie dreadfull ones. +They are to fight this morning, there's no remedie. +I saw my Lord your Brother, and _Verdone_ +Take horse as I came by. + +_Lamira._ Where's _Cleremont_? + +_Nurse._ I met him too, and mounted. + +_Lamira._ Where's _Dinant_? + +_Nurse._ There's all the hope, I have staid him with a trick, +If I have done well so. + +_Lamira._ What trick? + +_Nurse._ I told him, +Your Ladiship laid your command upon him, +To attend you presently, and to confirm it, +Gave him the ring he oft hath seen you wear, +That you bestowed on me: he waits without +Disguis'd, and if you have that power in him, +As I presume you have, it is in you +To stay or alter him. + +_Lamira._ Have you learnt the place, +Where they are to encounter? + +_Nurse._ Yes 'tis where +The Duke of _Burgundie_ met _Lewis_ th' eleventh. + +_Lamir._ Enough, I will reward thee liberally, [_Exit_ Nurse. +Goe bring him in: full dear I loved _Dinant_, +While it was lawfull, but those fires are quench'd +I being now anothers, truth forgive me +And let dissimulation be no crime, +Though most unwillingly I put it on +To guard a Brothers safetie. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ Now your pleasure, +Though ill you have deserv'd it, you perceive +I am still your fool, and cannot but obey +What ever you command. + +_Lamira._ You speak, as if +You did repent it, and 'tis not worth my thanks then, +But there has been a time, in which you would +Receive this as a favour. + +_Din._ Hope was left then +Of recompence. + +_Lamira._ Why I am still _Lamira_, +And you _Dinant_, and 'tis yet in my power, +I dare not say I'le put it into act, +To reward your love and service. + +_Din._ There's some comfort. + +_Lami._ But think not that so low I prize my fame, +To give it up to any man that refuses +To buy it, or with danger of performance +Of what I shall enjoin him. + +_Din._ Name that danger +Be it of what horrid shape soever Ladie +Which I will shrink at; only at this instant +Be speedie in't. + +_Lamira._ I'le put you to the trial: +You shall not fight to day, do you start at that? +Not with my Brother, I have heard your difference, +Mine is no _Helens_ beauty to be purchas'd +With blood, and so defended, if you look for +Favours from me, deserve them with obedience, +There's no way else to gain 'em. + +_Din._ You command +What with mine honour I cannot obey, +Which lies at pawn against it, and a friend +Equally dear as that, or life, engag'd, +Not for himself, but me. + +_Lamira._ Why, foolish man, +Dare you solicite me to serve your lust, +In which not only I abuse my Lord, +My Father, and my family, but write whore, +Though not upon my forehead, in my conscience, +To be read hourly, and yet name your honour? +Yours suffers but in circumstance; mine in substance. +If you obey me, you part with some credit, +From whom? the giddy multitude; but mankind +Will censure me, and justly. + +_Din._ I will lose, +What most I do desire, rather than hazard +So dear a friend, or write my self a coward, +'Tis better be no man. + +_Lamira._ This will not do; +Why, I desire not, you should be a coward, +Nor do I weigh my Brothers life with yours, +Meet him, fight with him, do, and kill him fairly, +Let me not suffer for you, I am careless. + +_Din._ Suffer for me? + +_Lamira._ For you, my kindness to you +Already brands me with a strumpets name. + +_Din._ O that I knew the wretch! + +_Lamira._ I will not name him, +Nor give you any Character to know him; +But if you dare, and instantly ride forth +At the west port of the City, and defend there +My reputation, against all you meet, +For two hours only, I'le not swear _Dinant_, +To satisfie, (though sure I think I shall) +What ever you desire, if you denie this, +Be desperate, for willingly, by this light, +I'le never see thee more. + +_Din._ Two hours, do you say? + +_Lamira._ Only two hours. + +_Din._ I were no Gentleman, +Should I make scruple of it; this favour arms me, +And boldly I'll perform it. [_Exit._ + +_Lamira._ I am glad on't. +This will prevent their meeting yet, and keep +My Brother safe, which was the mark I shot at. [_Exit._ + + + + +_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _as in the field_. + +_Cler._ I am first i'th' field, that honour's gain'd of our side, +Pray Heaven I may get off as honourablie, +The hour is past, I wonder _Dinant_ comes not, +This is the place, I cannot see him yet; +It is his quarel too that brought me hither, +And I ne'r knew him yet, but to his honour +A firm and worthy Friend, yet I see nothing, +Nor Horse nor man, 'twould vex me to be left here, +To th' mercy of two swords, and two approv'd ones. +I never knew him last. + + _Enter_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone. + +_Beaup._ You are well met _Cleremont_. + +_Verdo._ You are a fair Gentleman, and love your friend Sir. +What are you ready? the time has overta'ne us. + +_Beaup._ And this you know the place. + +_Cler._ No _Dinant_ yet? + +_Beaup._ We come not now to argue, but to do; +We wait you Sir. + +_Cler._ There's no time past yet Gentlemen, +We have day enough: is't possible he comes not? +You see I am ready here, and do but stay +Till my Friend come, walk but a turn or two, +'Twill not be long. + +_Verd._ We came to fight. + +_Cler._ Ye shall fight Gentlemen, +And fight enough, but a short turn or two, +I think I see him, set up your watch, we'l fight by it. + +_Beaup._ That is not he; we will not be deluded. + +_Cler._ Am I bob'd thus? pray take a pipe of tobacco, +Or sing but some new air; by that time, Gentlemen-- + +_Verd._ Come draw your Sword, you know the custome here Sir, +First come, first serv'd. + +_Cler._ Though it be held a custom, +And practised so, I do not hold it honest; +What honour can you both win on me single? + +_Beaup._ Yield up your Sword then. + +_Cler._ Yield my Sword? that's Hebrew; +I'le be first cut a p[iec]es; hold but a while, +I'le take the next that comes. + + _Enter an old_ Gentleman. + +You are an old Gentleman? + +_Gent._ Yes indeed am I, Sir. + +_Cler._ And wear no Sword? + +_Gent._ I need none, Sir. + +_Cler._ I would you did, and had one; +I want now such a foolish courtesie. +You see these Gentlemen? + +_Gent._ You want a second. +In good Faith Sir, I was never handsom at it, +I would you had my Son, but he's in _Italy_, +A proper Gentleman; you may do well gallants +If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy, +The Gentleman may do his Country-- + +_Cler._ Now I beseech you, Sir, +If you dare not fight, do not stay to beg my pardon. +There lies your way. + +_Gent._ Good morrow Gentlemen. [_Exit._ + +_Verd._ You see your fortune, +You had better yield your Sword. + +_Cler._ Pray ye stay a little. + + _Enter two_ Gentlemen. + +Upon mine honestie, you shall be fought with; +Well, _Dinant_, well, these wear swords and seem brave fellows. +As you are Gentlemen, one of you supply me. +I want a Second now to meet these gallants, +You know what honour is. + +_1 Gent._ Sir you must pardon us, +We goe about the same work, you are ready for; +And must fight presently, else we were your servants. + +_2 Gent._ God speed you, and good day. [_Exit_ Gent. + +_Cler._ Am I thus Colted? + +_Beaup._ Come either yield-- + +_Cler._ As you are honest Gentlemen, +Stay but the next, and then I'le take my fortune, +And if I fight not like a man--Fy _Dinant_, +Cold now and treacherous. + + _Enter Monsieur_ La-writ, _within_. + +_La-Writ._ I understand your causes. +Yours about corn, yours about pins and glasses, +Will you make me mad, have I not all the parcells? +And his Petition too, about Bell-founding? +Send in your witnesses, what will you have me do? +Will you have me break my heart? my brains are melted; +And tell your Master, as I am a Gentleman, +His Cause shall be the first, commend me to your Mistris, +And tell her, if there be an extraordinary feather, +And tall enough for her--I shall dispatch you too, +I know your cause, for transporting of Farthingales +Trouble me no more, I say again to you, +No more vexation: bid my wife send me some puddings; +I have a Cause to run through, requires puddings, +Puddings enough. Farewel. + +_Cler._ God speed you, Sir. + +_Beaup._ Would he would take this fellow. + +_Verd._ A rare Youth. + +_Cler._ If you be not hastie, Sir. + +_La-writ._ Yes, I am hastie, +Exceeding hastie, Sir, I am going to the Parliament, +You understand this bag, if you have any business +Depending there, be short, and let me hear it, +And pay your Fees. + +_Cler._ 'Faith, Sir, I have a business, +But it depends upon no Parliament. + +_La-writ._ I have no skill in't then. + +_Cler._ I must desire you, +'Tis a Sword matter, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I am no Cutler, +I am an Advocate, Sir. + +_Beaup._ How the thing looks? + +_Verd._ When he brings him to fight. + +_Cler._ Be not so hastie, +You wear a good Sword. + +_La-writ._ I know not that, +I never drew it yet, or whether it be a Sword-- + +_Cler._ I must entreat you try, Sir, and bear a part +Against these Gentlemen, I want a second; +Ye seem a man, and 'tis a noble office. + +_La-writ._ I am a Lawyer, Sir, I am no fighter. + +_Cler._ You that breed quarels, Sir, know best to satisfie. + +_Beaup._ This is some sport yet. + +_Verd._ If this fellow should fight. + +_La-writ._ And for any thing I know, I am an arrant coward, +Do not trust me, I think I am a coward. + +_Cler._ Try, try, you are mistaken: walk on Gentlemen, +The man shall follow presently. + +_La-writ._ Are ye mad Gentleman? +My business is within this half hour. + +_Cler._ That's all one, +We'll dispatch within this quarter, there in that bottom, +'Tis most convenient Gentlemen. + +_Beaup._ Well, we'll wait, Sir. + +_Verd._ Why this will be a comick fight, you'l follow. + +_La-writ._ As I am a true man, I cannot fight. + [_Ex._ Beaupre, Verdone. + +_Cler._ Away, away, +I know you can: I like your modesty, +I know you will fight and so fight, with such metal, +And with such judgement meet your enemies fury; +I see it in your eye, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I'le be hang'd then; +And I charge you in the Kings name, name no more fighting. + +_Cler._ I charge you in the Kings name, play the man, +Which if you do not quickly, I begin with you, +I'le make you dance, do you see your fiddlestick? +Sweet A[d]vocate thou shalt fight. + +_La-writ._ Stand farther Gentleman, +Or I'le give you such a dust o'th' chapps-- + +_Cler._ Spoke bravely, +And like thy self, a noble Advocate: +Come to thy tools. + +_La-writ._ I do not say I'le fight; + +_Cler._ I say thou shalt, and bravely. + +_La-writ._ If I do fight; +I say, if I do, but do not depend upon't, +And yet I have a foolish itch upon me, +What shall become of my Writings? + +_Cler._ Let 'em ly by, +They will not run away, man. + +_La-writ._ I may be kill'd too, +And where are all my causes then? my business? +I will not fight, I cannot fight, my Causes-- + +_Cler._ Thou shalt fight, if thou hadst a thousand causes, +Thou art a man to fight for any cause, +And carry it with honour. + +_La-writ._ Hum, say you so? if I should +Be such a coxcombe to prove valiant now-- + +_Cler._ I know thou art most valiant. + +_La-writ._ Do you think so? +I am undone for ever, if it prove so, +I tell you that, my honest friend, for ever; +For I shall ne're leave quarrelling. +How long must we fight? for I cannot stay, +Nor will not stay, I have business. + +_Cler._ We'l do't in a minute, in a moment. + +_La-writ._ Here will I hang my bag then, it may save my belly, +I never lov'd cold Iron there. + +_Cler._ You do wisely. + +_La-writ._ Help me to pluck my Sword out then, quickly, quickly, +'Thas not seen Sun these ten years. + +_Cler._ How it grumbles! +This Sword is vengeance angry. + +_La-writ._ Now I'le put my hat up, +And say my prayers as I goe; away boy, +If I be kill'd, remember the little Lawyer. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Beaupre. + +_Beaup._ They are both come on, that may be a stubborn rascal, +Take you that ground, + + _Enter_ La-writ. + +I'le stay here, fight bravely. + +_La-writ._ To't chearfully my boyes, you'l let's have fair play, +None of your foyning tricks. + +_Beaup._ Come forward Monsieur; [_Fight._ +What hast thou there? a pudding in thy belly? +I shall see what it holds. + +_La-writ._ Put your spoon home then: +Nay, since I must fight, have at you without wit, Sir: +God a mercy bagg. + +_Beaup._ Nothing but bumbast in ye? +The Rogue winks and fights. + +_La-writ._ Now your fine fencing, Sir: [Beau. _loses his sword_. +Stand off, thou diest on point else, [La-writ _treads on it_. +I have it, I have it: yet further off: +I have his Sword. + +_Cler._ Then keep it, be sure you keep it. + +_La-writ._ I'le put it in my mouth else. +Stand further off yet, and stand quietly, +And look another way, or I'le be with you, +Is this all? I'le undertake within these two daies +To furnish any Cutler in this Kingdom. + +_Beau._ Pox, what fortune's this? disarm'd by a puppie? +A snail? a Dog? + +_La-writ._ No more o' these words Gentleman, +Sweet Gentleman no more, do not provoke me, +Go walk i'th' horse-fair; whistle Gentleman, +What must I do now? + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _pursued by_ Verdone. + +_Cler._ Help me, I am almost breathless. + +_La-writ._ With all my heart, there's a cold pye for you, Sir. + +_Cler._ Thou strik'st me, fool. + +_La-writ._ Thou fool, stand further off then, +Deliver, deliver. + +_Cler._ Hold fast. [_He strikes up the others heels, + and takes his Sword too._ +_La-writ._ I never fail in't, +There's twelve pence, go buy you two leaden Daggers, +Have I done well? + +_Cler._ Most like a Gentleman. + +_Beau._ And we two basely lost. + +_Verd._ 'Tis but a fortune, +We shall yet find an hour. [_Ex._ Beau. Verd. _sad_. + +_Cler._ I shall be glad on't. + +_La-writ._ Where's my cloak, and my trinkets? +Or will you fight any longer, for a crash or two? + +_Cler._ I am your noble friend, Sir. + +_La-writ._ It may be so. + +_Cler._ What honour shall I do you, +For this great courtesie? + +_La-writ._ All I desire of ye, +Is to take the quarrel to your self, and let me hear no more on't, +I have no liking to't, 'tis a foolish matter, +And help me to put up my Sword. + +_Cler._ Most willingly. +But I am bound to gratifie you, and I must not leave you. + +_La-writ._ I tell you, I will not be gratified, +Nor I will hear no more on't: take the Swords too, +And do not anger me but leave me quietly. +For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure, +And so, and so. [_Exit_ La-writ. + +_Cler._ This is a most rare Lawyer: +I am sure most valiant. Well _Dinant_, as you satisfie me, +I say no more: I am loaden like an Armorer. [_Exit_ Cler. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ To be dispatcht upon a sleeveless errand? +To leave my friend engag'd, mine honour tainted? +These are trim things. I am set here like a Perdue, +To watch a fellow, that has wrong'd my Mistris, +A scurvy fellow that must pass this way, +But what this scurvy fellow is, or whence, +Or whether his name be _William_ or _John_, +Or _Anthony_ or _Dick_, or any thing, I know not; +A scurvy rascally fellow I must aim at, +And there's the office of an Asse flung on me. +Sure _Cleremont_ has fought, but how come off, +And what the world shall think of me hereafter: +Well, woman, woman, I must look your rascals, +And lose my reputation: ye have a fine power over us. +These two long hours I have trotted here, and curiously +Survey'd all goers by, yet find no rascal, +Nor any face to quarel with: +What's that? [La-writ _sings within, then Enters_. +This is a rascally voice, sure it comes this way. + +_La-writ._ _He strook so hard, the Bason broke, + And_ Tarquin _heard the sound_. + +_Din._ What Mister thing is this? let me survey it. + +_La-writ._ _And then he strook his neck in two._ + +_Din._ This may be a rascal, but 'tis a mad rascal, +What an Alphabet of faces he puts on! +Hey how it fences! if this should be the rogue, +As 'tis the likeliest rogue I see this day-- + +_La-wr._ _Was ever man for Ladies sake? down, down._ + +_Di._ And what are you good Sir? down, down, down, down. + +_La-writ._ What's that to you good Sir? down, down. + +_Din._ A pox on you good Sir, down, down, down, +You with your Buckram bag, what make you here? +And from whence come you? I could fight with my shadow now. + +_La-wr._ Thou fierce man that like Sir _Lancelot_ dost appear, +I need not tell thee what I am, nor eke what I make here. + +_Din._ This is a precious knave, stay, stay, good _Tristram_, +And let me ask thy mightiness a question, +Did ye never abuse a Lady? + +_La-writ._ Not; to abuse a Lady, is very hard, Sir. + +_Din._ Say you so, Sir? +Didst thou never abuse her honour? + +_La-writ._ Not; to abuse her honour, is impossible. + +_Din._ Certain this is the rascal: What's thy name? + +_La-writ._ My name is _Cock o' two_, use me respectively, +I will be Cock of three else. + +_Din._ What's all this? +You say, you did abuse a Lady. + +_La-writ._ You ly. + +_Din._ And that you wrong'd her honour. + +_La-writ._ That's two lyes, +Speak suddenly, for I am full of business. + +_Din._ What art thou, or what canst thou be, thou pea-goose, +That dar'st give me the ly thus? thou mak'st me wonder. + +_La-writ._ And wonder on, till time make all things plain. + +_Din._ You must not part so, Sir, art thou a Gentleman? + +_La-writ._ Ask those upon whose ruins I am mounted. + +_Din._ This is some Cavellero Knight o'th' Sun. + +_La-wr._ I tell thee I am as good a Gentleman as the Duke; +I have atchieved--goe follow thy business. + +_Din._ But for this Lady, Sir-- + +_La-writ._ Why, hang this Lady, Sir, +And the Lady Mother too, Sir, what have I to do with Ladies? + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ 'Tis the little Lawyers voice: has he got my way? +It should be hereabouts. + +_Din._ Ye dry bisket rogue, +I will so swinge you for this blasphemie-- +Have I found you out? + +_Cler._ That should be _Dinants_ tongue too. + +_La-wr._ And I defy thee do thy worst: _O ho quoth_ Lancelot _tho_. +And that thou shalt know, I am a true Gentleman, +And speak according to the phrase triumphant; +Thy Lady is a scurvy Lady, and a shitten Lady, +And though I never heard of her, a deboshed Lady, +And thou, a squire of low degree; will that content thee? +Dost [thou] way-lay me with Ladies? A pretty sword, Sir, +A very pretty sword, I have a great mind to't. + +_Din._ You shall not lose your longing, rogue. + +_Cler._ Hold, hold. +Hold _Dinant_, as thou art a Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ As much as you will, my hand is in now. + +_Cler._ I am your friend, Sir: _Dinant_ you draw your sword +Upon the Gentleman preserv'd your honour: +This was my second, and did back me nobly, +For shame forbear. + +_Din._ I ask your mercy, Sir, and am your servant now. + +_La-writ._ May we not fight then? + +_Cler._ I am sure you shall not now. + +_La-wr._ I am sorry for't, I am sure I'le stay no longer then, +Not a jot longer: are there any more on ye afore? +I will sing still, Sir. [_Exit_ La-writ, _singing_. + +_Din._ I look now you should chide me, and 'tis fit, +And with much bitterness express your anger, +I have deserv'd: yet when you know-- + +_Cler._ I thank ye, +Do you think that the wrong you have off'red me, +The most unmanly wrong, unfriendly wrong-- + +_Din._ I do confess-- + +_Cler._ That boyish sleight-- + +_Din._ Not so, Sir. + +_Cler._ That poor and base renouncing of your honour, +Can be allaied with words? + +_Din._ I give you way still. + +_Cler._ Coloured with smooth excuses? Was it a friends part, +A Gentlemans, a mans that wears a Sword, +And stands upon the point of reputation, +To hide his head then, when his honour call'd him? +Call'd him aloud, and led him to his fortune? +To halt and slip the coller? by my life, +I would have given my life I had never known thee, +Thou hast eaten Canker-like into my judgement +With this disgrace, thy whole life cannot heal again. + +_Din._ This I can suffer too, I find it honest. + +_Cler._ Can you pretend an excuse now may absolve you, +Or any thing like honest, to bring you off? +Ingage me like an Asse? + +_Din._ Will you but hear me? + +_Cler._ Expose me like a Jade to tug, and hale through, +Laugh'd at, and almost hooted? your disgraces +Invite mens Swords and angers to dispatch me. + +_Din._ If you will be patient. + +_Cler._ And be abus'd still: But that I have call'd thee friend, +And to that name allow a Sanctuary, +You should hear further from me, I would not talk thus: +But henceforth stand upon your own bottom, Sir, +And bear your own abuses, I scorn my sword +Should travel in so poor and empty quarrels. + +_Din._ Ha' you done yet? take your whole swing of anger, +I'le bear all with content. + +_Cler._ Why were you absent? + +_Din._ You know I am no Coward, you have seen that, +And therefore, out of fear forsook you not: +You know I am not false, of a treacherous nature, +Apt to betray my friend, I have fought for you too; +You know no business, that concern'd my state, +My kindred, or my life. + +_Cler._ Where was the fault then? + +_Din._ The honour of that Lady I adore, +Her credit, and her name: ye know she sent for me, +And with what haste. + +_Cler._ What was he that traduc'd? + +_Din._ The man i'th' Moon, I think, hither I was sent, +But to what end-- + + _Enter old_ Lady. + +_Cler._ This is a pretty flim-flam. + +_O. La._ I am glad I have met you Sir, I have been seeking, +And seeking every where. + +_Cler._ And now you have found him, +Declare what business, our Embassadour. + +_O. Lady._ What's that to ye good man flouter? O Sir, my Lady. + +_Din._ Prethee no more of thy Lady, I have too much on't. + +_Cler._ Let me have a little, speak to me. + +_Old Lady._ To you Sir? +'Tis more than time: All occasions set aside Sir, +Or whatsoever may be thought a business-- + +_Din._ What then? + +_Old Lady._ Repair to me within this hour. + +_Cler._ Where? + +_O. Lady._ What's that to you? come you, Sir, when y'are sent for. + +_Cler._ God a mercy _Mumpsimus_, +You may goe _Dinant_, and follow this old Fairie, +Till you have lost your self, your friends, your credit, +And Hunt away your youth in rare adventures, +I can but grieve I have known you. + +_Old Lady._ Will ye goe Sir? +I come not often to you with these blessings, +You m[a]y believe that thing there, and repent it, +That dogged thing. + +_Cler._ Peace touchwood. + +_Din._ I will not goe: +Goe bid your Lady seek some fool to fawn on her, +Some unexperienc'd puppie to make sport with, +I have been her mirth too long, thus I shake from me +The fetters she put on; thus her enchantments +I blow away like wind, no more her beauty-- + +_Old Lady._ Take heed Sir what you say. + +_Cler._ Goe forward, _Dinant_. + +_Din._ The charms shot from her eyes-- + +_Old Lady._ Be wise. + +_Cler._ Be Valiant. + +_Din._ That tongue that tells fair tales to mens destructions +Shall never rack me more. + +_Old Lady._ Stay there. + +_Cler._ Goe forward. + +_Din._ I will now hear her, see her as a woman, +Survey her, and the power man has allow'd, Sir, +As I would do the course of common things, +Unmov'd, unstruck. + +_Cler._ Hold there, and I forgive thee. + +_Din._ She is not fair, and that that makes her proud, +Is not her own, our eyes bestow it on her, +To touch and kiss her is no blessedness, +A Sun-burnt Ethiops lip's as soft as her's. +Goe bid her stick some other triumph up, +And take into her favour some dull fool, +That has no pretious time to lose, no friends, +No honour, nor no life, like a bold Merchant, +A bold and banquerupt man, I have ventur'd all these, +And split my bottom: return this answer to her, +I am awake again and see her mischiefs, +And am not now, on every idle errand, +And new coyn'd anger, to be hurried, +And then despis'd again, I have forgot her. + +_Cler._ If this be true-- + +_O. Lady._ I am sorry, I have troubled you, +More sorrie, that my Lady has adventur'd +So great a favour in so weak a mind: +This hour you have refus'd that when you come to know it, +Will run you mad, and make you curse that fellow, +She is not fair, nor handsom, so I leave you. + +_Cler._ Stay Lady, stay, but is there such a business? + +_O. Lady._ You would break your neck 'twere yours. + +_Cler._ My back, you would say. + +_O. La._ But play the friends part still, Sir, and undoe him, +'Tis a fair office. + +_Din._ I have spoke too liberally. + +_O. Lady._ I shall deliver what you say. + +_Cler._ You shall be hang'd first, +You would fain be prating now; take the man with you. + +_O. Lady._ Not I, I have no power. + +_Cler._ You may goe _Dinant_. + +_O. Lady._ 'Tis in's own will, I had no further charge, Sir, +Than to tell him what I did, which if I had thought +It should have been receiv'd so-- + +_Cler._ 'Faith you may, +You do not know how far it may concern you. +If I perceiv'd any trick in't. + +_Din._ 'Twill end there. + +_Cler._ 'Tis my fault then, there is an hour in fortune, +That must be still observ'd: you think I'le chide you, +When things must be, nay see, an he will hold his head up? +Would such a Lady send, with such a charge too? +Say she has plaid the fool, play the fool with her again, +The great fool, the greater still the better. +He shall goe with you woman. + +_Old Lady._ As it please him, +I know the way alone else. + +_Din._ Where is your Lady? + +_O. Lady._ I shall direct you quickly. + +_Din._ Well, I'le goe, +But what her wrongs will give me leave to say. + +_Cler._ We'll leave that to your selves: I shall hear from you. + +_Din._ As soon as I come off-- + +_Cler._ Come on then bravely; +Farewel till then, and play the man. + +_Din._ You are merry; +All I expect is scorn: I'le lead you Lady. [_Exeunt severally._ + + + + +_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlotte. + +_Beaup._ We'l venture on him. + +_Cham._ Out of my doors I charge thee, see me no more. + +_Lami._ Your Nephew? + +_Cham._ I disclaim him, +He has no part in me, nor in my blood, +My Brother that kept fortune bound, and left +Conquest hereditary to his Issue +Could not beget a coward. + +_Verd._ I fought, Sir, +Like a good fellow, and a Souldier too, +But men are men, and cannot make their fates: +Ascribe you to my Father what you please, +I am born to suffer. + +_Cham._ All disgraces wretch. + +_Lam._ Good Sir be patient. + +_Cham._ Was there no tree, +(For to fall by a noble enemies sword, +A Coward is unworthy) nor no River, +To force thy life out backward or to drown it, +But that thou must survive thy i[n]famie? +And kill me with the sight of one I hate, +And gladly would forget? + +_Beaup._ Sir, his misfortune +Deserves not this reproof. + +_Cham._ In your opinion, +'Tis fit you two should be of one belief, +You are indeed fine gallants, and fight bravely +I'th' City with your tongues, but in the field +Have neither spirit to dare nor power to do, +Your swords are all lead there. + +_Beaup._ I know no duty, +(How ever you may wreak your spleen on him,) +That bindes me to endure this. + +_Cham._ From _Dinant_ +You'l suffer more; that ever cursed I, +Should give my honour up, to the defence +Of such a thing as he is, or my Lady +That is all Innocent, for whom a dove would +Assume the courage of a daring Eagle, +Repose her confidence in one that can +No better guard her. In contempt of you +I love _Dinant_, mine enemy, nay admire him, +His valour claims it from me, and with justice, +He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest, +His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour, +Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too, +And kill as deadly. + +_Verd._ You are as far from justice +In him you praise, as equitie in the censure +You load me with. + +_Beaup._ _Dinant?_ he durst not meet us. + +_Lam._ How? durst not, Brother? + +_Beaup._ Durst not, I repeat it. + +_Verd._ Nor was it _Cleremont_'s valour that disarm'd us, +I had the better of him; for _Dinant_, +If that might make my peace with you, I dare +Write him a Coward upon every post, +And with the hazard of my life defend it. + +_Lam._ If 'twere laid at the stake you'd lose it, Nephew. + +_Cham._ Came he not, say you? + +_Verd._ No, but in his room, +There was a Devil, hir'd from some Magician +I'th' shape of an Atturney. + +_Beau._ 'Twas he did it. + +_Verd._ And his the honour. + +_Beau._ I could wish _Dinant_-- +But what talk I of one that stept aside, +And durst not come? + +_Lam._ I am such a friend to truth, +I cannot hear this: why do you detract +Thus poorly (I should say to others basely) +From one of such approv'd worth? + +_Cham._ Ha! how's this? + +_Lam._ From one so excellent in all that's noble, +Whose only weakness is excess of courage? +That knows no enemies, that he cannot master, +But his affections, and in them, the worst +His love to me. + +_Cham._ To you? + +_Lam._ Yes, Sir, to me, +I dare (for what is that which Innocence dares not) +To you profess it: and he shun'd not the Combat +For fear or doubt of these: blush and repent, +That you in thought e're did that wrong to valour. + +_Beaup._ Why, this is rare. + +_Cham._ 'Fore heaven, exceeding rare; +Why modest Lady, you that sing such Encomiums +Of your first Suiter-- + +_Verd._ How can ye convince us +In your reports? + +_Lam._ With what you cannot answer, +'Twas my command that staid him. + +_Cham._ Your command? + +_Lam._ Mine, Sir, and had my will rank'd with my power, +And his obedience, I could have sent him +With more ease, weaponless to you, and bound, +Than have kept him back, so well he loves his honour +Beyond his life. + +_Cham._ Better, and better still. + +_Lam._ I wrought with him in private to divert him +From your assur'd destruction, had he met you. + +_Cham._ In private? + +_Lam._ Yes, and us'd all Arts, all Charms +Of one that knew her self the absolute Mistris +Of all his faculties. + +_Cham._ Gave all rewards too +His service could deserve; did not he take +The measure of my sheets? + +_Lam._ Do not look yellow, +I have cause to speak; frowns cannot fright me, +By all my hopes, as I am spotless to you, +If I rest once assur'd you do but doubt me, +Or curb me of that freedom you once gave me-- + +_Cham._ What then? + +_Lam._ I'le not alone abuse your bed, that's nothing, +But to your more vexation, 'tis resolv'd on, +I'le run away, and then try if _Dinant_ +Have courage to defend me. + +_Champ._ Impudent! + +_Verd._ And on the sudden-- + +_Beau._ How are ye transform'd +From what you were? + +_Lam._ I was an innocent Virgin, +And I can truly swear, a Wife as pure +As ever lay by Husband, and will dy so, +Let me live unsuspected, I am no servant, +Nor will be us'd like one: If you desire +To keep me constant as I would be, let +Trust and belief in you beget and nurse it; +Unnecessary jealousies make more whores +Than all baits else laid to entrap our frailties. + +_Beau._ There's no contesting with her, from a child +Once mov'd, she hardly was to be appeas'd, +Yet I dare swear her honest. + +_Cham._ So I think too, +On better judgement: I am no Italian +To lock her up; nor would I be a Dutchman, +To have my Wife, my soveraign, to command me: +I'le try the gentler way, but if that fail, +Believe it, Sir, there's nothing but extreams +Which she must feel from me. + +_Beau._ That, as you please, Sir. + +_Charl._ You have won the breeches, Madam, look up sweetly, +My Lord limps toward you. + +_Lam._ You will learn more manners. + +_Charl._ This is a fee, for counsel that's unask'd for. + +_Cham._ Come, I mistook thee sweet, prethee forgive me, +I never will be jealous: e're I cherish +Such a mechanick humour, I'le be nothing; +I'le say, _Dinant_ is all that thou wouldst have him, +Will that suffice? + +_Lam._ 'Tis well, Sir. + +_Cham._ Use thy freedom +Uncheck'd, and unobserv'd, if thou wilt have it, +These shall forget their honour, I my wrongs. +We'll all dote on him, hell be my reward +If I dissemble. + +_Lam._ And that hell take me +If I affect him, he's a lustfull villain, +(But yet no coward) and sollicites me +To my dishonour, that's indeed a quarrel, +And truly mine, which I will so revenge, +As it shall fright such as dare only think +To be adulterers. + +_Cham._ Use thine own waies, +I give up all to thee. + +_Beau._ O women, women! +When you are pleas'd you are the least of evils. + +_Verd._ I'le rime to't, but provokt, the worst of Devils. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter Monsieur_ Sampson, _and three Clients_. + +_Samp._ I know Monsieur _La-writ_. + +_1 Cly._ Would he knew himself, Sir. + +_Samp._ He was a pretty Lawyer, a kind of pretty Lawyer, +Of a kind of unable thing. + +_2 Cly._ A fine Lawyer, Sir, +And would have firk'd you up a business, +And out of this Court into that. + +_Samp._ Ye are too forward +Not so fine my friends, something he could have done, +But short short. + +_1 Cly._ I know your worships favour, +You are Nephew to the Judge, Sir. + +_Samp._ It may be so, +And something may be done, without trotting i'th' dirt, friends; +It may be I can take him in his Chamber, +And have an hours talk, it may be so, +And tell him that in's ear; there are such courtesies; +I will not say, I can. + +_3 Cly._ We know you can, Sir. + +_Sam._ Peradventure I, peradventure no: but where's _La-writ_? +Where's your sufficient Lawyer? + +_1 Cly._ He's blown up, Sir. + +_2 Cly._ Run mad and quarrels with the Dog he meets; +He is no Lawyer of this world now. + +_Sam._ Your reason? +Is he defunct? is he dead? + +_2 Cly._ No he's not dead yet, Sir; +But I would be loth to take a lease on's life for two hours: +Alas, he is possest Sir, with the spirit of fighting +And quarrels with all people; but how he came to it-- + +_Samp._ If he fight well and like a Gentleman, +The man may fight, for 'tis a lawfull calling. +Look you my friends, I am a civil Gentleman, +And my Lord my Uncle loves me. + +_3 Cly._ We all know it, Sir. + +_Sam._ I think he does, Sir, I have business too, much business, +Turn you some forty or fifty Causes in a week; +Yet when I get an hour of vacancie, +I can fight too my friends, a little does well, +I would be loth to learn to fight. + +_1 Cly._ But and't please you Sir, +His fighting has neglected all our business, +We are undone, our causes cast away, Sir, +His not appearance. + +_Sam._ There he fought too long, +A little and fight well, he fought too long indeed friends; +But ne'r the less things must be as they may, +And there be wayes-- + +_1 Cly._ We know, Sir, if you please-- + +_Sam._ Something I'le do: goe rally up your Causes. + + _Enter_ La-writ, _and a_ Gentleman, _at the door_. + +_2 Cly._ Now you may behold Sir, +And be a witness, whether we lie or no. + +_La-writ._ I'le meet you at the Ordinary, sweet Gentlemen, +And if there be a wench or two-- + +_Gen._ We'll have 'em. + +_La-writ._ No handling any Duells before I come, +We'll have no going else, I hate a coward. + +_Gent._ There shall be nothing done. + +_La-writ._ Make all the quarrels +You can devise before I come, and let's all fight, +There is no sport else. + +_Gent._ We'll see what may be done, Sir. + +_1 Cly._ Ha? Monsieur _La-writ_. + +_La-writ._ Baffled in way of business, +My causes cast away, Judgement against us? +Why there it goes. + +_2 Cly._ What shall we do the whilst Sir? + +_La-wr._ Breed new dissentions, goe hang your selves +'Tis all one to me; I have a new trade of living. + +_1 Cli._ Do you hear what he saies Sir? + +_Sam._ The Gentleman speaks finely. + +_La-wr._ Will any of you fight? Fighting's my occupation +If you find your selves aggriev'd. + +_Sam._ A compleat Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ Avant thou buckram budget of petitions, +Thou spittle of lame causes; I lament for thee, +And till revenge be taken-- + +_Sam._ 'Tis most excellent. + +_La-wr._ There, every man chuse his paper, and his place. +I'le answer ye all, I will neglect no mans business +But he shall have satisfaction like a Gentleman, +The Judge may do and not do, he's but a Monsieur. + +_Sam._ You have nothing of mine in your bag, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I know not Sir, +But you may put any thing in, any fighting thing. + +_Sam._ It is sufficient, you may hear hereafter. + +_La-writ._ I rest your servant Sir. + +_Sam._ No more words Gentlemen +But follow me, no more words as you love me, +The Gentleman's a noble Gentleman. +I shall do what I can, and then-- + +_Cli._ We thank you Sir. [_Ex._ Sam. _and_ Clients. + +_Sam._ Not a word to disturb him, he's a Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ No cause go o' my side? the judge cast all? +And because I was honourably employed in action, +And not appear'd, pronounce? 'tis very well, +'Tis well faith, 'tis well, Judge. + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ Who have we here? +My little furious Lawyer? + +_La-writ._ I say 'tis well, +But mark the end. + +_Cler._ How he is metamorphos'd! +Nothing of Lawyer left, not a bit of buckram, +No solliciting face now, +This is no simple conversion. +Your servant Sir, and Friend. + +_La-writ._ You come in time, Sir, + +_Cler._ The happier man, to be at your command then. + +_La-writ._ You may wonder to see me thus; but that's all one, +Time shall declare; 'tis true I was a Lawyer, +But I have mew'd that coat, I hate a Lawyer, +I talk'd much in the Court, now I hate talking, +I did you the office of a man. + +_Cler._ I must confess it. + +_La-w._ And budg'd not, no I budg'd not. + +_Cler._ No, you did not. + +_La-w._ There's it then, one good turn requires another. + +_Cler._ Most willing Sir, I am ready at your service. + +_La-w._ There, read, and understand, and then deliver it. + +_Cler._ This is a Challenge, Sir, + +_La-w._ 'Tis very like, Sir, +I seldom now write Sonnets. + +_Cler._ _O admirantis_, +To Monsieur _Vertaign_, the President. + +_La-w._ I chuse no Fool, Sir. + +_Cler._ Why, he's no Sword-man, Sir. + +_La-w._ Let him learn, let him learn, +Time, that trains Chickens up, will teach him quickly. + +_Cler._ Why, he's a Judge, an Old Man. + +_La-w._ Never too Old +To be a Gentleman; and he that is a Judge +Can judge best what belongs to wounded honour. +There are my griefs, he has cast away my causes, +In which he has bowed my reputation. +And therefore Judge, or no Judge. + +_Cler._ 'Pray be rul'd Sir, +This is the maddest thing-- + +_La-w._ You will not carry it. + +_Cler._ I do not tell you so, but if you may be perswaded. + +_La-w._ You know how you us'd me when I would not fight, +Do you remember, Gentleman? + +_Cler._ The Devil's in him. + +_La-w._ I see it in your Eyes, that you dare do it, +You have a carrying face, and you shall carry it. + +_Cler._ The least is Banishment. + +_La-w._ Be banish'd then; +'Tis a friends part, we'll meet in _Africa_, +Or any part of the Earth. + +_Cler._ Say he will not fight. + +_La-w._ I know then what to say, take you no care, Sir, + +_Cler._ Well, I will carry it, and deliver it, +And to morrow morning meet you in the Louver, +Till when, my service. + +_La-w._ A Judge, or no Judge, no Judge. [_Exit_ La-writ. + +_Cler._ This is the prettiest Rogue that e'r I read of, +None to provoke to th' field, but the old President; +What face shall I put on? if I come in earnest, +I am sure to wear a pair of Bracelets; +This may make some sport yet, I will deliver it, +Here comes the President. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, _with two Gentlemen_. + +_Vert._ I shall find time, Gentlemen, +To do your causes good, is not that _Cleremont_? + +_1 Gent._ 'Tis he my Lord. + +_Vert._ Why does he smile upon me? +Am I become ridiculous? has your fortune, Sir, +Upon my Son, made you contemn his Father? +The glory of a Gentleman is fair bearing. + +_Cler._ Mistake me not my Lord, you shall not find that, +I come with no blown Spirit to abuse you, +I know your place and honour due unto it, +The reverence to your silver Age and Vertue. + +_Vert._ Your face is merry still. + +_Cler._ So is my business, +And I beseech your honour mistake me not, +I have brought you from a wild or rather Mad-man +As mad a piece of--you were wont to love mirth +In your young days, I have known your Honour woo it, +This may be made no little one, 'tis a Challenge, Sir, +Nay, start not, I beseech you, it means you no harm, +Nor any Man of Honour, or Understanding, +'Tis to steal from your serious hours a little laughter; +I am bold to bring it to your Lordship. + +_Vert._ 'Tis to me indeed: +Do they take me for a Sword-man at these years? + +_Cler._ 'Tis only worth your Honours Mirth, that's all Sir, +'Thad been in me else a sawcy rudeness. + +_Vert._ From one _La-writ_, a very punctual Challenge. + +_Cler._ But if your Lordship mark it, no great matter. + +_Vert._ I have known such a wrangling Advocate, +Such a little figent thing; Oh I remember him, +A notable talking Knave, now out upon him, +Has challeng'd me downright, defied me mortally +I do remember too, I cast his Causes. + +_Cler._ Why, there's the quarrel, Sir, the mortal quarrel. + +_Vert._ Why, what a Knave is this? as y'are a Gentleman, +Is there no further purpose but meer mirth? +What a bold Man of War! he invites me roundly. + +_Cler._ If there should be, I were no Gentleman, +Nor worthy of the honour of my Kindred. +And though I am sure your Lordship hates my Person, +Which Time may bring again into your favour, +Yet for the manners-- + +_Vert._ I am satisfied, +You see, Sir, I have out-liv'd those days of fighting, +And therefore cannot do him the honour to beat him my self; +But I have a Kinsman much of his ability, +His Wit and Courage, for this call him Fool, +One that will spit as senseless fire as this Fellow. + +_Cler._ And such a man to undertake, my Lord? + +_Vert._ Nay he's too forward; these two pitch Barrels together. + +_Cler._ Upon my soul, no harm. + +_Vert._ It makes me smile, +Why, what a stinking smother will they utter! +Yes, he shall undertake, Sir, as my Champion, +Since you propound it mirth, I'll venture on it, +And shall defend my cause, but as y'are honest +Sport not with bloud. + +_Cler._ Think not so basely, good Sir. + +_Vert._ A Squire shall wait upon you from my Kinsman, +To morrow morning make you sport at full, +You want no Subject; but no wounds. + +_Cler._ That's my care. + +_Ver._ And so good day. [_Ex._ Vertaign, _and Gentlemen_. + +_Cler._ Many unto your honour. +This is a noble Fellow, of a sweet Spirit, +Now must I think how to contrive this matter, +For together they shall go. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ O _Cleremont_, +I am glad I have found thee. + +_Cler._ I can tell thee rare things. + +_Din._ O, I can tell thee rarer, +Dost thou love me? + +_Cler._ Love thee? + +_Din._ Dost thou love me dearly? +Dar'st thou for my sake? + +_Cler._ Any thing that's honest. + +_Din._ Though it be dangerous? + +_Cler._ Pox o' dangerous. + +_Din._ Nay wondrous dangerous. + +_Cler._ Wilt thou break my heart? + +_Din._ Along with me then. + +_Cler._ I must part to morrow. + +_Din._ You shall, you shall, be faithful for this night, +And thou hast made thy friend. + +_Cler._ Away, and talk not. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Lamira, _and Nurse_. + +_Lam._ O Nurse, welcome, where's _Dinant_? + +_Nurse._ He's at my back. +'Tis the most liberal Gentleman, this Gold +He gave me for my pains, nor can I blame you, +If you yield up the fort. + +_Lam._ How? yield it up? + +_Nurse._ I know not, he that loves, and gives so largely, +And a young Lord to boot, or I am cozen'd, +May enter every where. + +_Lam._ Thou'lt make me angry. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Nur._ Why, if you are, I hope here's one will please you, +Look on him with my Eyes, good luck go with you: +Were I young for your sake-- + +_Din._ I thank thee, Nurse. + +_Nur._ I would be tractable, and as I am-- + +_Lam._ Leave the room, +So old, and so immodest! and be careful, +Since whispers will 'wake sleeping jealousies, +That none disturb my Lord. [_Exit Nurse._ + +_Cler._ Will you dispatch? +Till you come to the matter be not rapt thus, +Walk in, walk in, I am your scout for once, +You owe me the like service. + +_Din._ And will pay it. + +_Lam._ As you respect our lives, speak not so loud. + +_Cler._ Why, do it in dumb shew then, I am silenc'd. + +_Lam._ Be not so hasty, Sir, the golden Apples +Had a fell Dragon for their Guard, your pleasures +Are to be attempted with _Herculean_ danger, +Or never to be gotten. + +_Din._ Speak the means. + +_Lam._ Thus briefly, my Lord sleeps now, and alas, +Each Night, he only sleeps. + +_Cler._ Go, keep her stirring. + +_Lam._ Now if he 'wake, as sometimes he does, +He only stretches out his hand and feels, +Whether I am a bed, which being assur'd of, +He sleeps again; but should he miss me, Valour +Could not defend our lives. + +_Din._ What's to be done then? + +_Lam._ Servants have servile faiths, nor have I any +That I dare trust; on noble _Cleremont_ +We safely may rely. + +_Cler._ What man can do, +Command and boldly. + +_Lam._ Thus then in my place, +You must lye with my Lord. + +_Cler._ With an old man? +Two Beards together, that's preposterous. + +_Lam._ There is no other way, and though 'tis dangerous, +He having servants within call, and arm'd too, +Slaves fed to act all that his jealousie +And rage commands them, yet a true friend should not +Check at the hazard of a life. + +_Cler._ I thank you, +I love my friend, but know no reason why +To hate my self; to be a kind of pander, +You see I am willing, +But to betray mine own throat you must pardon. + +_Din._ Then I am lost, and all my hopes defeated, +Were I to hazard ten times more for you, +You should find, _Cleremont_-- + +_Cler._ You shall not outdo me, +Fall what may fall, I'll do't. + +_Din._ But for his Beard-- + +_Lam._ To cover that you shall have my night Linnen, +And you dispos'd of, my _Dinant_ and I +Will have some private conference. + + _Enter_ Champernel, _privately_. + +_Cler._ Private doing, +Or I'll not venture. + +_Lam._ That's as we agree. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter Nurse, and_ Charlotte, _pass over the Stage with + Pillows, Night cloaths, and such things_. + +_Cham._ What can this Woman do, preserving her honour? +I have given her all the liberty that may be, +I will not be far off though, nor I will not be jealous, +Nor trust too much, I think she is vertuous, +Yet when I hold her best, she's but a Woman, +As full of frailty as of faith, a poor sleight Woman, +And her best thoughts, but weak fortifications, +There may be a Mine wrought: Well, let 'em work then, +I shall meet with it, till the signs be monstrous, +And stick upon my head, I will not believe it, [_Stands private._ +She may be, and she may not, now to my observation. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Lamira. + +_Din._ Why do you make me stay so? if you love me-- + +_Lam._ You are too hot and violent. + +_Din._ Why do you shift thus +From one Chamber to another? + +_Lam._ A little delay, Sir, +Like fire, a little sprinkled o'r with water +Makes the desires burn clear, and ten times hotter. + +_Din._ Why do you speak so loud? I pray'e go in, +Sweet Mistriss, I am mad, time steals away, +And when we would enjoy-- + +_Lam._ Now fie, fie, Servant, +Like sensual Beasts shall we enjoy our pleasures? + +_Din._ 'Pray do not kiss me then. + +_Lam._ Why, that I will, and you shall find anon, servant. + +_Din._ Softly, for heavens sake, you know my friend's engag'd, +A little now, now; will ye go in again? + +_Lam._ Ha, ha, ha, ha. + +_Din._ Why do you laugh so loud, Precious? +Will you betray me; ha' my friends throat cut? + +_Lam._ Come, come, I'll kiss thee again. + +_Cham._ Will you so? you are liberal, +If you do cozen me-- + + _Enter Nurse with Wine._ + +_Din._ What's this? + +_Lam._ Wine, Wine, a draught or two. + +_Din._ What does this Woman here? + +_Lam._ She shall not hinder you. + +_Din._ This might have been spar'd, +'Tis but delay and time lost; pray send her softly off. + +_Lam._ Sit down, and mix your spirits with Wine, +I will make you another _Hercules_. + +_Din._ I dare not drink; +Fie, what delays you make! I dare not, +I shall be drunk presently, and do strange things then. + +_Lam._ Not drink a cup with your Mistriss! O the pleasure. + +_Din._ Lady, why this? [_Musick._ + +_Lam._ We must have mirth to our Wine, Man. + +_Din._ Pl---- o' the Musick. + +_Champ._ God-a-mercy Wench, +If thou dost cuckold me I shall forgive thee. + +_Din._ The house will all rise now, this will disturb all. +Did you do this? + +_Lam._ Peace, and sit quiet, fool, +You love me, come, sit down and drink. + + _Enter_ Cleremont _above_. + +_Cler._ What a Devil ail you? +How cold I sweat! a hogs pox stop your pipes, [_Musick._ +The thing will 'wake; now, now, methinks I find +His Sword just gliding through my throat. What's that? +A vengeance choak your pipes. Are you there, Lady? +Stop, stop those Rascals; do you bring me hither +To be cut into minced meat? why _Dinant_? + +_Din._ I cannot do withal; +I have spoke, and spoke; I am betray'd and lost too. + +_Cler._ Do you hear me? do you understand me? +'Plague dam your Whistles. [_Musick ends._ + +_Lam._ 'Twas but an over-sight, they have done, lye down. + +_Cler._ Would you had done too, +You know not +In what a misery and fear I lye. +You have a Lady in your arms. + +_Din._ I would have-- [_The Recorders again._ + +_Champ._ I'll watch you Goodman Wou'd have. + +_Cler._ Remove for Heavens sake, +And fall to that you come for. + +_Lam._ Lie you down, +'Tis but an hours endurance now. + +_Cler._ I dare not, softly sweet Lady ----heart? + +_Lam._ 'Tis nothing but your fear, he sleeps still soundly, +Lie gently down. + +_Cler._ 'Pray make an end. + +_Din._ Come, Madam. + +_Lam._ These Chambers are too near. [_Ex._ Din. Lam. + +_Cham._ I shall be nearer; +Well, go thy wayes, I'le trust thee through the world, +Deal how thou wilt: that that I never feel, +I'le never fear. Yet by the honour of a Souldier, +I hold thee truly noble: How these things will look, +And how their blood will curdle! Play on Children, +You shall have pap anon. O thou grand Fool, +That thou knew'st but thy fortune-- [_Musick done._ + +_Cler._ Peace, good Madam, +Stop her mouth, _Dinant_, it sleeps yet, 'pray be wary, +Dispatch, I cannot endure this misery, +I can hear nothing more; I'll say my prayers, +And down again-- [_Whistle within._ +A thousand Alarms fall upon my quarters, +Heaven send me off; when I lye keeping Courses. +Pl---- o' your fumbling, _Dinant_; how I shake! +'Tis still again: would I were in the _Indies_. [_Exit_ Cler. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Lamira: _a light within_. + +_Din._ Why do you use me thus? thus poorly? basely? +Work me into a hope, and then destroy me? +Why did you send for me? this new way train me? + +_Lam._ Mad-man, and fool, and false man, now I'll shew thee. + +_Din._ 'Pray put your light out. + +_Lam._ Nay I'll hold it thus, +That all chaste Eyes may see thy lust, and scorn it. +Tell me but this when you first doted on me, +And made suit to enjoy me as your Wife, +Did you not hold me honest? + +_Din._ Yes, most vertuous. + +_Lam._ And did not that appear the only lustre +That made me worth your love and admiration? + +_Din._ I must confess-- + +_Lam._ Why would you deal so basely? +So like a thief, a Villain? + +_Din._ Peace, good Madam. + +_Lam._ I'll speak aloud too; thus maliciously, +Thus breaking all the Rules of honesty, +Of honour and of truth, for which I lov'd you, +For which I call'd you servant, and admir'd you; +To steal that Jewel purchas'd by another, +Piously set in Wedlock, even that Jewel, +Because it had no flaw, you held unvaluable: +Can he that has lov'd good, dote on the Devil? +For he that seeks a Whore, seeks but his Agent; +Or am I of so wild and low a blood? +So nurs'd in infamies? + +_Din._ I do not think so, +And I repent. + +_Lam._ That will not serve your turn, Sir. + +_Din._ It was your treaty drew me on. + +_Lam._ But it was your villany +Made you pursue it; I drew you but to try +How much a man, and nobly thou durst stand, +How well you had deserv'd the name of vertuous; +But you like a wild torrent, mix'd with all +Beastly and base affections came floating on, +Swelling your poyson'd billows-- + +_Din._ Will you betray me? + +_Lam._ To all the miseries a vext Woman may. + +_Din._ Let me but out, +Give me but room to toss my Sword about me, +And I will tell you y'are a treacherous woman, +O that I had but words! + +_Lam._ They will not serve you. + +_Din._ But two-edg'd words to cut thee; a Lady traytor? +Perish by a proud Puppet? I did you too much honour, +To tender you my love, too much respected you +To think you worthy of my worst embraces. +Go take your Groom, and let him dally with you, +Your greasie Groom; I scorn to imp your lame stock, +You are not fair, nor handsome, I lyed loudly, +This tongue abus'd you when it spoke you beauteous. + +_Lam._ 'Tis very well, 'tis brave. + +_Din._ Put out your light, +Your lascivious eyes are flames enough +For Fools to find you out; a Lady Plotter! +Must I begin your sacrifice of mischief? +I and my friend, the first-fruits of that bloud, +You and your honourable Husband aim at? +Crooked and wretched you are both. + +_Lam._ To you, Sir, +Yet to the Eye of Justice straight as Truth. + +_Din._ Is this a womans love? a womans mercy? +Do you profess this seriously? do you laugh at me? + +_Lam._ Ha, ha. + +_Din._ Pl---- light upon your scorns, upon your flatteries, +Upon your tempting faces, all destructions; +A bedrid winter hang upon your cheeks, +And blast, blast, blast those buds of Pride that paint you; +Death in your eyes to fright men from these dangers: +Raise up your trophy, _Cleremont_. + +_Cler._ What a vengeance ail you? + +_Din._ What dismal noise! is there no honour in you? +_Cleremont_, we are betrayed, betrayed, sold by a woman; +Deal bravely for thy self. + +_Cler._ This comes of rutting; +Are we made stales to one another? + +_Din._ Yes, we are undone, lost. + +_Cler._ You shall pay for't grey-beard. +Up, up, you sleep your last else. {_Lights above, two Servants + {and_ Anabel. +_1 Serv._ No, not yet, Sir, +Lady, look up, would you have wrong'd this Beauty? +Wake so tender a Virgin with rough terms? +You wear a Sword, we must entreat you leave it. + +_2 Serv._ Fye Sir, so sweet a Lady? + +_Cler._ Was this my bed-fellow, pray give me leave to look, +I am not mad yet, I may be by and by. +Did this lye by me? +Did I fear this? is this a Cause to shake at? +Away with me for shame, I am a Rascal. + + _Enter_ Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, + Cleremont, _and two Servants_. + +_Din._ I am amaz'd too. + +_Beaup._ We'll recover you. + +_Verd._ You walk like _Robin-good-fellow_ all the house over, +And every man afraid of you. + +_Din._ 'Tis well, Lady; +The honour of this deed will be your own, +The world shall know your bounty. + +_Beaup._ What shall we do with 'em? + +_Cler._ Geld me, +For 'tis not fit I should be a man again, +I am an Ass, a Dog. + +_Lam._ Take your revenges, +You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses. + +_Anab._ A brave man, an admirable brave man; +Well, well, I would not be so tryed again; +A very handsome proper Gentleman. + +_Cler._ Will you let me lye by her but one hour more, +And then hang me? + +_Din._ We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely, +You have reason to seek bloud. + +_Lam._ Not as you are noble. + +_Cham._ Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em. + +_Beaup._ We have done that already. + +_Cham._ You are welcome, Gentlemen, +I am glad my house has any pleasure for you, +I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair, +And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen; +Have you any more mind to Wenches? + +_Cler._ To be abus'd too? Lady, you might have help'd this. + +_Ana._ Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand +Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter. + +_Cler._ Never whilst you live. + +_Ana._ You cannot tell--now, Sir, a parting hand. + +_Cler._ Down and Roses: +Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue, +No revelation in thee. + +_Lam._ Were you well frighted? +Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours? +That's all your punishment. + +_Cler._ It might have been all yours, +Had not a block-head undertaken it. + +_Cham._ Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen. + +_Verd._ And now, when you dare fight, +We are on even Ice again. + +_Din._ 'Tis well: +To be a Mistris, is to be a monster, +And so I leave your house, and you for ever. + +_Lam._ Leave your wild lusts, and then you are a master. + +_Cham._ You may depart too. + +_Cler._ I had rather stay here. + +_Cham._ Faith we shall fright you worse. + +_Cler._ Not in that manner, +There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again. + +_Din._ Come _Cleremont_, this is the hour of fool. + +_Cler._ Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. [_Exeunt._ + +_Champ._ How coolly these hot gallants are departed! +Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done, +To lye so still, and so long. + +_Anab._ 'Twas your pleasure, +If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend. + +_Champ._ O my best Wife, +Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life. + +_Lam._ The more trust you commit, the more care still, +Goodness and vertue shall attend my will. + +_Cham._ Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains. +We have our honours home, and they their pains. [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Cleremont, Dinant. + +_Din._ It holds, they will go thither. + +_Cler._ To their Summer-house? + +_Din._ Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliction, +Only to insult upon our miseries. + +_Cler._ Are you provided? + +_Din._ Yes, yes. + +_Cler._ Throughly? + +_Din._ Throughly. + +_Cler._ Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you. + +_Din._ At such an hour. + +_Cler._ Have I a memory? +A Cause, and Will to do? thou art so sullen-- + +_Din._ And shall be, till I have a fair reparation. + +_Cler._ I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune, +Which if I come so near again: I say nothing, +But if I sweat not in another fashion-- +O, a delicate Wench. + +_Din._ 'Tis certain a most handsome one. + +_Cler._ And me thought the thing was angry with it self too +It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you, +I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart, +And my hour is come. + +_Din._ Miss not your time. + +_Cler._ I dare not. [_Exeunt severally._ + + _Enter_ Sampson, _and a Gentleman_. + +_Gent._ I presume, Sir, you now need no instruction, +But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman; +You bear your Uncles cause. + +_Sam._ Do not disturb me, +I understand my cause, and the right carriage. + +_Gent._ Be not too bloody. + +_Sam._ As I find my enemy; if his sword bite, +If it bite, Sir, you must pardon me. + +_Gent._ No doubt he is valiant, +He durst not undertake else, + +_Sam._ He's most welcome, +As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else. + +_Gent._ But say he should relent. + +_Sam._ He dies relenting, +I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting, +If he pray, praying, _ipso facto_, praying, +Your honourable way admits no prayer, +And if he fight, he falls, there's his _quietus_. + +_Gent._ Y'are nobly punctual, let's retire and meet 'em, +But still, I say, have mercy. + +_Samp._ I say, honour. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, + Charlote _and a Servant_. + +_Lam._ Will not you go sweet-heart? + +_Champ._ Go? I'le fly with thee. +I stay behind? + +_Lam._ My Father will be there too, +And all our best friends. + +_Beau._ And if we be not merry, +We have hard luck, Lady. + +_Verd._ Faith let's have a kind of play. + +_Cham._ What shall it be? + +_Verd._ The story of _Dinant_. + +_Lam._ With the merry conceits of _Cleremont_, +His Fits and Feavers. + +_Ana._ But I'le lie still no more. + +_Lam._ That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport, +And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it! +Have you given order for the Coach? + +_Charl._ Yes, Madam. + +_Cham._ My easie Nag, and padd. + +_Serv._ 'Tis making ready. + +_Champ._ Where are your Horses? + +_Beau._ Ready at an hour, Sir: we'll not be last. + +_Cham._ Fie, what a night shall we have! +A roaring, merry night. + +_Lam._ We'll flie at all, Sir. + +_Cham._ I'le flie at thee too, finely, and so ruffle thee, +I'le try your Art upon a Country pallet. + +_Lam._ Brag not too much, for fear I should expect it, +Then if you fail-- + +_Cham._ Thou saiest too true, we all talk. +But let's in, and prepare, and after dinner +Begin our mirthful pilgrimage. + +_Lam._ He that's sad, +A crab-face'd Mistris cleave to him for this year. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _and_ La-writ. + +_La-writ._ Since it cannot be the Judge-- + +_Cler._ 'Tis a great deal better. + +_La-writ._ You are sure, he is his kinsman? a Gentleman? + +_Cler._ As arrant a Gentleman, and a brave fellow, +And so near to his blood-- + +_La-writ._ It shall suffice, +I'le set him further off, I'le give a remove +Shall quit his kindred, I'le lopp him. + +_Cl[e]r._ Will ye kill him? + +_La-w._ And there were no more Cousins in the world I kill him, +I do mean, Sir, to kill all my Lords kindred. +For every cause a Cousin. + +_Cler._ How if he have no more Cousins? + +_La-writ._ The next a kin then to his Lordships favour; +The man he smiles upon. + +_Cler._ Why this is vengeance, horrid, and dire. + +_La-writ._ I love a dire revenge: +Give me the man that will all others kill, +And last himself, + +_Cler._ You stole that resolution. + +_La-writ._ I had it in a Play, but that's all one, +I wou'd see it done. + +_Cler._ Come, you must be more merciful. + +_La-writ._ To no Lords Cousins in the world, I hate 'em; +A Lords Cousin to me is a kind of Cockatrice, +If I see him first, he dies. +A strange Antipathy. + +_Cler._ What think you of their Nieces? + +_La-writ._ If I like 'em, +They may live, and multiply; 'tis a cold morning. + +_Cler._ 'Tis sharp indeed; you have broke your fast? + +_La-writ._ No verily. + +_Cler._ Your valour would have ask'd a good foundation. + +_La-writ._ Hang him, I'le kill him fasting. + + _Enter_ Sampson _and the Gent_. + +_Cler._ Here they come, +Bear your self in your language, smooth and gently, +When your swords argue. + +_La-writ._ 'Pray Sir, spare your precepts. + +_Gent._ I have brought you, Sir-- + +_La-writ._ 'Tis very well, no words, +You are welcome, Sir. + +_Sam._ I thank you, Sir, few words. + +_La-writ._ I'le kill you for your Uncles sake. + +_Sam._ I love you, +I'le cut your throat for your own sake. + +_La-writ._ I esteem of you. + +_Cler._ Let's render 'em honest, and fair, Gentlemen, +Search my friend, I'le search yours. + +_Gent._ That's quickly done. + +_Cler._ You come with no Spells, nor Witchcrafts? + +_Sam._ I come fairly to kill him honestly. + +_La-writ._ Hang Spells, and Witchcrafts, +I come to kill my Lords Nephew like a Gentleman, +And so I kiss his hand. + +_Gent._ This Doublet is too stiff. + +_La-writ._ Off with't, I hate it, +And all such fortifications, feel my skin, +If that be stiff, flea that off too. + +_Gent._ 'Tis no soft one. + +_La-writ._ Off with't, I say: +I'le fight with him like a flea'd Cat. + +_Gent._ You are well, you are well. + +_Cler._ You must uncase too. + +_Sam._ Yes, Sir. +But tell me this, why should I mix mine honour +With a fellow, that has ne're a lace in's shirt? + +_Gent._ That's a main point, my friend has two. + +_Cler._ That's true, Sir. + +_La-w._ Base and degenerate Cousin, dost not thou know +An old, and tatter'd colours, to the enemy, +Is of more honour, and shews more ominous? +This shirt, five times, victorious I have fought under, +And cut through squadrons of your curious cut-works, +As I will do through thine, shake, and be satisfied. + +_Cler._ This is unanswerable. + +_Sam._ But may I fight with a foul shirt? + +_Gent._ Most certain, so it be a fighting shirt, +Let it be ne're so foul, or lowsie, _Cæsar_ wore such a one. + +_Sam._ Saint _Denis_ then: I accept your shirt. + +_Cler._ Not so forward, first you must talk, +'Tis a main point, of the French method, +Talk civilly, and make your cause Authentick. + +_Gent._ No weapon must be near you, nor no anger. + +_Cler._ When you have done, then stir your resolutions, +Take to your Weapons bravely. + +_La-writ._ 'Tis too cold; +This for a Summer fight. + +_Cler._ Not for a world you should transgress the rules. + +_Sam._ 'Tis pievish weather, +I had rather fight without. + +_Gent._ An 'twere in a River. + +_Cler._ Where both stood up to th' chins. + +_La-writ._ Then let's talk quickly, +Pl---- o' this circumstance. + +_Cler._ Are the Horses come yet? + +_Gent._ Yes certain: give your swords to us, now civilly. + +_Cler._ We'll stand a while off; take the things, and leave 'em, +You know when, and let the children play: +This is a dainty time of year for puppies, +Would the old Lord were here. + +_Gent._ He would dye with laughter. + +_Cler._ I am sorry I have no time to see this game out, +Away, away. + +_Gent._ Here's like to be a hot fight, +Call when y'are fit. [_Ex._ Cler. _and Gent._ + +_La-writ._ Why look you Sir, you seem to be a Gentleman, +And you come in honour of your Uncle, boh, boh, 'tis very cold; +Your Uncle has offer'd me some few affronts, +Past flesh and blood to bear: boh, boh, wondrous cold. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine Uncle, is an honourable man, +And what he offers, boh, boh, cold indeed, +Having made choice of me, an unworthy kinsman, +Yet take me with you: boh, boh, pestilence cold, +Not altogether. + +_La-writ._ Boh, boh, I say altogether. + +_Sam._ You say you know not what then? boh, boh, Sir. + +_La-writ._ Sir me with your sword in your hand; +You have a scurvy Uncle, you have a most scurvy cause, +And you are--boh, boh. + +_Sam._ Boh, boh, what? + +_La-writ._ A shitten scurvy Cousin. + +_Samp._ Our Swords; our Swords; +Thou art a Dog, and like a Dog, our Swords. + +_La-w._ Our weapons Gentlemen: ha? where's your second? + +_Sam._ Where's yours? + +_La-writ._ So ho; our weapons. + +_Sam._ Wa, ha, ho, our weapons; +Our Doublets and our weapons, I am dead. + +_La-w._ First, second, third, a pl---- be wi' you Gentlemen. + +_Sam._ Are these the rules of honour? I am starv'd. + +_La-w._ They are gone, and we are here; what shall we do? + +_Sam._ O for a couple of Faggots. + +_La-w._ Hang a couple of Faggots. +Dar'st thou take a killing cold with me? + +_Sam._ I have it already. + +_La-w._ Rogues, Thieves, boh, boh, run away with our Doublets? +To fight at Buffets now, 'twere such a May-game. + +_Sam._ There were no honour in't, pl---- on't, 'tis scurvy. + +_La-w._ Or to revenge my wrongs at fisty-cuffes. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine Uncles cause, depend on Boxes? + +_La-w._ Let's go in quest, if we ever recover 'em. + +_Sam._ I, come, our Colds together, and our Doublets. + +_La-w._ Give me thy hand; thou art a valiant Gentleman, +I say if ever we recover 'em-- + +_Sam._ Let's get into a house and warm our hearts. + +_La-w._ There's ne're a house within this mile, beat me, +Kick me and beat me as I go, and I'le beat thee too, +To keep us warm; if ever we recover 'em-- +Kick hard, I am frozen: so, so, now I feel it. + +_Sam._ I am dull yet. + +_La-w._ I'le warm thee, I'le warm thee--Gentlemen? +Rogues, Thieves, Thieves: run now I'le follow thee. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, + Annabel, Charlote, _Nurse_. + +_Verta._ Use legs, and have legs. + +_Cham._ You that have legs say so, +I put my one to too much stress. + +_Verdo._ Your Horse, Sir, +Will meet you within half a mile. + +_Lam._ I like +The walk so well, I should not miss my Coach, +Though it were further. _Annabel_ thou art sad: +What ails my Niece? + +_Beau._ She's still musing, Sister, +How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her. + +_Nurse._ Old as I am, he would have startled me, +Nor can you blame her. + +_Char._ Had I ta'ne her place, +I know not, but I fear, I should ha' shreek'd, +Though he had never offer'd-- + +_Ana._ Out upon thee, +Thou wouldst have taught him. + +_Char._ I think, with your pardon, +That you wish now you had. + +_Ana._ I am glad I yield you [_Cornet._ +Such ample scope of mirth. [_Musick within._ + +_Verta._ Nay, be not angry, +There's no ill meant: ha? Musick, and choice Musick? + +_Cham._ 'Tis near us in the Grove; what courteous bounty +Bestows it on us? my dancing days are done; +Yet I would thank the giver, did I know him. + +_Verdo._ 'Tis questionless, some one of your own Village, +That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither, +Prepares it for your entertainment, and +The honour of my Lady. + +_Lam._ I think rather, +Some of your Lordships Clients. + +_Beaup._ What say you Cousin, +If they should prove your Suitors? + +_Verd._ That's most likely. + +_Nurse._ I say if you are noble, be't who will, +Go presently and thank 'em: I can jump yet, +Or tread a measure. + +_Lam._ Like a Millers Mare. + +_Nurs._ I warrant you well enough to serve the Country, +I'le make one, and lead the way. [_Exit._ + +_Charl._ Do you note, +How zealous the old Crone is? + +_Lam._ And you titter +As eagerly as she: come sweet, we'll follow, +No ill can be intended. [_Musick ends._ + +_Cham._ I ne're feared yet. [_Exeunt._ + + SONG in the Wood. + + _This way, this way come and hear, + You that hold these pleasures dear, + Fill your ears with our sweet sound, + Whilst we melt the frozen ground: + This way come, make haste oh fair, + Let your clear eyes gild the Air; + Come and bless us with your sight, + This way, this way, seek delight._ + + _Enter company of Gentlemen, like Ruffians._ + +_1 Gent._ They are ours, but draw them on a little further +From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket, +And we may do't, as safe as in a Castle. + +_2 Gent._ They follow still; the President _Vertaigne_ +Comes on a pace, and _Champernel_ limps after; +The Women, as if they had wings, and walk't +Upon the Air, fly to us. + +_1 Gent._ They are welcome, +We'll make 'em sport; make a stand here, all know +How we are to proceed. + +_2 Gent._ We are instructed. [_Still Musick within._ + +_1 Gent._ One strain or two more. [_Gent. off._ + + _Enter_ Vertaigne, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, + Anabel, _Nurse_, Charlote. + +Excellent, they are come. + +_Nurse._ We cannot miss, in such a business, yet +Mine ear ne'r fail'd me. [_Musick for the Dance._ + +_Charl._ Would we were at it once, +I do not walk, but Dance. + +_1 Gent._ You shall have dancing. +Begin, and when I give the word-- + +_2 Gent._ No more: +We are instructed. [_Dance._ + +_Beaupre._ But win us fairly-- + +_1 Gent._ O Sir, we do not come to try your valour, +But to possess you, yet we use you kindly +In that, like English Thieves, we kill you not, +But are contented with the spoil. + +_Verta._ Oh Heaven! +How hath mine age deserv'd this? + +_Cham._ Hell confound it, +This comes of walking; had I kept my legs, +Or my good Horse, my Armour on, +My Staff in my rest, and this good Sword too, friend, +How I would break and scatter these. + +_All Gent._ Ha, ha, ha. + +_Cham._ Do you scorn me Rogues? + +_Nurs._ Nay, Gentlemen, kind Gentlemen, +Or honest keepers of these woods, but hear me, +Be not so rough; if you are taken with +My beauty, as it hath been worth the seeking, +Some one or two of you try me in private, +You shall not find me squeamish. + +_Charl._ Do not kill me, +And do your worst, I'le suffer. + +_Lam._ Peace vile creatures. + +_Vert._ Do you know me, or my place, that you presume not +To touch my person? + +_1 Gent._ If you are well, rest so, +Provoke not angry Wasps. + +_Verta._ You are Wasps indeed, +Never created to yield Wax or Honey, +But for your Countries torment; yet if you are men, +(As you seem such in shape) if true born French-men, +However want compels you to these courses, +Rest satisfied with what you can take from us, +(These Ladies honours, and our liberties safe) +We freely give it. + +_1 Gent._ You give but our own. + +_Verta._ Look on these grey hairs, as you would be old, +Their tears, as you would have yours to find mercy +When Justice shall o'retake you. + +_Cham._ Look on me, +Look on me Rascals, and learn of me too, +That have been in some part of your profession, +Before that most of you ere suck'd, I know it, +I have rode hard, and late too. + +_Verta._ Take heed, Sir. + +_Cham._ Then use me like a Brother of the Trade, +For I have been at Sea, as you on land are, +Restore my Matrimony undefil'd, +Wrong not my Neece, and for our gold or silver, +If I pursue you, hang me. + +_Nurs._ 'Tis well offer'd, +And as I said, sweet Gentlemen, with sowre faces, +If you are high, and want some sport, or so, +(As living without action here, you may do) +Forbear their tender grissels, they are meat +Will wash away, there is no substance in it, +We that are expert in the game, and tough too, +Will hold you play. + + _Enter_ Dinant _and_ Cleremont. + +_1 Gent._ This Hen longs to be troden. + +_Din._ Lackey, my Horse. + +_Cler._ This way, I heard the cries +Of distress'd Women. + +_2 Gent._ Stand upon your guard. + +_Din._ Who's here? my witty, scornful Lady-plot +In the hands of Ruffians? + +_Cler._ And my fine cold virgin, +That was insensible of man, and woman? + +_Din._ Justice too, +Without a sword to guard it self? + +_Cler._ And valour with its hands bound? + +_Din._ And the great Souldier dull? +Why this is strange. + +_Lam._ _Dinant_ as thou art noble-- + +_Ana._ As thou art valiant _Cleremont_-- + +_Lam._ As ever I appear'd lovely-- + +_Ana._ As you ever hope +For what I would give gladly-- + +_Cler._ Pretty conjurations. + +_Lam._ All injuries a little laid behind you. + +_Ana._ Shew your selves men, and help us. + +_Din._ Though your many +And gross abuses of me should more move me +To triumph in your miseries than relieve you,-- +Yet that hereafter you may know that I +The scorn'd and despis'd _Dinant_, know what does +Belong to honour, thus-- + +_Cler._ I will say little, [_Fight._ +Speak thou for me. + +_Cham._ 'Tis bravely fought. + +_Verta._ Brave tempers, +To do thus for their enemies. + +_Cham._ They are lost yet. + +_1 Gent._ You that would rescue others, shall now feel +What they were born to. + +_2 Gent._ Hurry them away. [_Ex. Manent_ Vert. _and_ Champernel. + +_Cham._ That I could follow them. + +_Verta._ I only can lament my fortune, and desire of heaven +A little life for my revenge. + +_Cham._ The Provost +Shall fire the woods, but I will find 'em out, +No cave, no rock, nor hell shall keep them from +My searching vengeance. + + _Enter_ La-writ, _and_ Sampson. + +_La-writ._ O cold! O fearfull cold! plague of all seconds. + +_Samp._ O for a pint of burnt wine, or a sip +Of _aqua-fortis_. + +_Cham._ The rogues have met with these two +Upon my life and rob'd 'em. + +_La-writ._ As you are honourable Gentlemen, +Impart unto a couple of cold combatants. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine uncle as I live. + +_La-writ._ Pox take him. +How that word has warm'd my mouth! + +_Verta._ Why how now Cousin? +Why, why? and where man, have you been? at a Poulters +That you are cas'd thus like a rabbet? I could laugh now, +And I shall laugh, for all I have lost my Children, +Laugh monstrously. + +_Cham._ What are they? + +_Verta._ Give me leave Sir, +Laugh more and more, never leave laughing. + +_Cham._ Why Sir? + +_Verta._ Why 'tis such a thing I smell it Sir, I smell it, +Such a ridiculous thing,-- + +_La-writ._ Do you laugh at me my Lord? +I am very cold, but that should not be laught at. + +_Cham._ What art thou? + +_La-writ._ What art thou? + +_Sam._ If he had his doublet.-- +And his sword by his side, as a Gentleman ought to have. + +_Verta._ Peace Monsieur _Sampson_. + +_Cham._ Come hither little Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ Base is the slave commanded: come to me. + +_Verta._ This is the little advocate. + +_Cham._ What advocate? + +_Verta._ The little advocate that sent me a challenge, +I told you that my Nephew undertook it, +And what 'twas like to prove: now you see the issue. + +_Cham._ Is this the little Lawyer? + +_La-writ._ You have a sword Sir, +And I have none, you have a doublet too +That keeps you warm, and makes you merry. + +_Sam._ If your Lordship knew +The nature, and the nobleness of the Gentleman, +Though he shew slight here, and at what gusts of danger +His manhood has arrived, +But that +Mens fates are foolish, +And often headlong overrun their fortunes. + +_La-writ._ That little Lawyer would so prick his ears up, +And bite your honour by the nose. + +_Cham._ Say you so Sir? + +_La-writ._ So niggle about your grave shins Lord _Verta[ig]ne_ too. + +_Sam._ No more sweet Gentleman, no more of that Sir. + +_La-writ._ I will have more, I must have more. + +_Verta._ Out with it. + +_Sam._ Nay he is as brave a fellow.-- + +_Cham._ Have I caught you? [_Strikes him down._ + +_Verta._ Do not kill him, do not kill him. + +_Cham._ No, no, no, I will not. Do you peep again? +Down down proud heart. + +_Sam._ O valour, +Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee, +My Kingdom for a sword. + +_Cham._ I'le sword you presently, +I'le claw your skin coat too. + +_Verta._ Away good _Sampson_, +You go to grass else instantly. + +_Sam._ But do not murder my brave friend. + +_Verta._ Not one word. + +_Cham._ If you do sirra-- + +_Sam._ Must I goe off dishonour'd? +Adversity tries valour, so I leave thee. [_Exit_. + +_Cham._ Are you a Lawyer Sir? + +_La-writ._ I was, I was Sir. + +_Cham._ Nay never look, your Lawyers pate is broken, +And your litigious blood about your ears sirra, +Why do you fight and snarle? + +_La-writ._ I was possest. + +_Cham._ I'le dispossess you. + +_Verta._ Ha, ha, ha. + +_La-writ._ _Et tu Brute?_ + +_Verta._ Beat him no more. + +_Cham._ Alas Sir I must beat him, +Beat him into his business again, he will be lost else. + +_Verta._ Then take your way. + +_Cham._ Ly still, and doe not struggle. + +_La-writ._ I am patient, +I never saw my blood before, it jades me, +I have no more heart now than a goose. + +_Cham._ Why sirra, why do you leave your trade, your trade of living, +And send your challenges like thunderbolts, +To men of honour'd place? + +_La-writ._ I understand Sir, +I never understood before your beating. + +_Cham._ Does this work on you? + +_La-writ._ Yes. + +_Cham._ Do you thank me for't? + +_La-writ._ As well as a beaten man can. + +_Cham._ And do you promise me, +To fall close to your trade again? leave brawling? + +_La-writ._ If you will give me leave and life. + +_Cham._ And ask this noble man forgiveness? + +_La-writ._ Heartily. + +_Cham._ Rise then, and get you gone, and let me hear of you +As of an advocate new vampt; no more words, +Get you off quickly, and make no murmurs, +I shall pursue you else. + +_La-writ._ I have done sweet Gentlemen. [_Exit._ + +_Verta._ But we forget our selves, our friends and Children. + +_Cham._ We'l raise the country first, then take our fortunes. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter one_ Gentleman, _and_ Lamira. + +_1 Gent._ Shall I entreat for what I may command? + +_Lam._ Think on my birth. + +_1 Gent._ Here I am only Noble, +A King, and thou in my dominions, fool, +A subject and a slave. + +_Lam._ Be not a Tyrant, +A ravisher of honour, gentle Sir, +And I will think ye such, and on my knees, +As to my Soveraign, pay a Subjects duty, +With prayers and tears. + +_1 Gent._ I like this humble carriage, +I will walk by, but kneel you still and weep too, +It shews well, while I meditate on the prey, +Before I seize it. + +_Lam._ Is there no mercie, Heaven? + + _Enter second_ Gent. _and_ Anabel. + +_2 Gent._ Not kiss you? +I will kiss and kiss again. + +_Ana._ Savage villain! +My Innocence be my strength, I do defie thee, +Thus scorn and spit at thee; will you come on Sir? +You are hot, there is a cooler. + +_2 Gent._ A virago? + +_Ana._ No, loathsome Goat, more, more, I am that Goddess, +That here with whips of steel in hell hereafter +Scourge rape and theft. + +_2 Gent._ I'le try your deity. + +_Ana._ My chastity, and this knife held by a Virgin, +Against thy lust, thy sword and thee a Beast, +Call on for the encounter. + +_2 Gent._ Now what think you? [_Throws her and taks her Knife._ +Are you a Goddess? + +_Ana._ In me their power suffers, +That should protect the Innocent. + +_1 Gent._ I am all fire, +And thou shall quench it, and serve my pleasures. +Come partner in the spoil and the reward, +Let us enjoy our purchase. + +_Lam._ O _Dinant_! +O Heaven! O Husband! + +_Ana._ O my _Cleremont_! + +_1 Gent._ Two are our slaves they call on, bring 'em forth +As they are chain'd together, let them see +And suffer in the object. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont, _bound by the rest of the + Gent_. + +_2 Gent._ While we sit +And without pity hear 'em. + +_Cler._ By my life, +I suffer more for thee than for my self. + +_Din._ Be a man _Cleremont_, and look upon 'em +As such that not alone abus'd our service, +Fed us with hopes most bitter in digestion, +But when love fail'd, to draw on further mischief, +The baits they laid for us, were our own honours, +Which thus hath made us slaves too, worse than slaves. + +_2 Gent._ He dies. + +_1 Gent._ Pray hold, give him a little respite. + +_Din._ I see you now beyond expression wretched, +The wit you brag'd of fool'd, that boasted honour, +As you believ'd compass'd with walls of brass, +To guard it sure, subject to be o'rethrown +With the least blast of lust. + +_Lam._ A most sad truth. + +_Din._ That confidence which was not to be shaken +In a perpetual fever, and those favours, +Which with so strong and Ceremonious duty +Your lover and a Gentleman long sought for, +Sought, sued, and kneel'd in vain for, must you yield up +To a licentious villain, that will hardly +Allow you thanks for't. + +_Cler._ Something I must say too, +And to you pretty one, though crying one; +To be hang'd now, when these worshipful benchers please, +Though I know not their faces that condemn me, +A little startles me, but a man is nothing, +A Maidenhead is the thing, the thing all aim at; +Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too, +When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you +Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me, +To make you sport, you had given a little hint, +A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal, +And by a mortal woman? + +_Ana._ Pray you no more. + +_Cler._ If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me, +I would have hired the best of all our Poets +To have sung so much, and so well in the honour +Of that nights joy, that _Ovids_ afternoon, +Nor his _Corinna_ should again be mention'd. + +_Ana._ I do repent, and wish I had. + +_Cler._ That's comfort, +But now-- + +_2 Gent._ Another that will have it offer'd, +Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it. + +_Cler._ A rogue, a ruffian. + +_2 Gent._ As you love your throat,-- + +_1 Gent._ Away with them. + +_Ana._ O _Cleremont_! + +_Lam._ O _Dinant_! + +_Din._ I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows, +Your fears to my fears. + +_Cler._ To your wishes mine, +This slave may prove unable to perform, +Till I perform the task that I was born for. + +_Ana._ Amen, amen. + +_1 Gent._ Drag the slaves hence, for you +A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways +You can to please me, or the deed being done, +You are but dead. + +_2 Gen._ This strong Vault shall contain you, +There think how many for your maidenhead +Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it +With penitence. + +_1 Gent._ No humane help can save you. + +_Ladyes._ Help, help! + +_2 Gent._ You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you. + + + + +_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ + + +A Horrid noise of Musique within, +_Enter one and opens the door, in which_ Lamira _and_ +Anabel _were shut, they in all fear_. + +_Lam._ O Cousin how I shake all this long night! +What frights and noises we have heard, still they encrease, +The villains put on shapes to torture us, +And to their Devils form such preparations +As if they were a hatching new dishonours, +And fatal ruine, past dull mans invention. +Goe not too far, and pray good Cousin _Anabel_, +Hark a new noise. [_A strange Musick. Sackbut & Troop Musick._ + +_Ana._ They are exquisite in mischief, +I will goe on, this room gives no protection, +More than the next, what's that? how sad and hollow, +The sound comes to us. [_Thieves peeping. Louder._ + +_Lam._ Groaning? or singing is it? + +_Ana._ The wind I think, murmuring amongst old rooms. + +_Lam._ Now it grows lowder, sure some sad presage +Of our foul loss--look now they peep. + +_Ana._ Pox peep 'em. + +_Lam._ O give them gentle language. + +_Ana._ Give 'em rats-bane. [_Peep above._ + +_Lam._ Now they are above. + +_Ana._ I would they were i'th' Center. + +_Lam._ Thou art so foolish desperate. + +_Ana._ Since we must lose. + +_Lam._ Call 'em brave fellows, Gentlemen. + +_Ana._ Call 'em rogues, +Rogues as they are, rude rogues, uncivil villains. + +_Lam._ Look an thou woo't beware, dost thou feel the danger? + +_Ana._ Till the danger feel me, thus will I talk still, +And worse when that comes too; they cannot eat me. +This is a punishment, upon our own prides +Most justly laid; we must abuse brave Gentlemen, +Make 'em tame fools, and hobby-horses, laugh and jear at +Such men too, and so handsom and so Noble, +That howsoe're we seem'd to carry it-- +Wou'd 'twere to do again. + +_Lam._ I do confess cousin, +I was too harsh, too foolish. + +_Ana._ Do you feel it? +Do you find it now? take heed o'th' punishment, +We might have had two gallant Gentlemen, +Proper, young, O how it tortures me! +Two Devils now, two rascals, two and twenty-- + +_Lam._ O think not so. + +_Ana._ Nay an we 'scape so modestly-- + +_Lam._ May we be worthy any eyes, or knowledge, +When we are used thus? + +_Ana._ Why not? why do you cry? +Are we not women still? what were we made for? + +_Lam._ But thus, thus basely-- + +_Ana._ 'Tis against our [w]ills, +And if there come a thousand so,-- + +_Lam._ Out on thee. + +_Ana._ You are a fool, what we cannot resist, +Why should we grieve and blush for? there be women, +And they that bear the name of excellent women +Would give their whole estates to meet this fortune. + +_Lam._ Hark, a new noise. [_New sound within._ + +_Ana._ Let 'em goe on, I fear not, +If wrangling, fighting and scratching cannot preserve me, +Why so be it Cousin; if I be ordain'd +To breed a race of rogues.-- + + _Enter four over the stage with_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone, + _bound and halters about their necks_. + +_Lam._ They come. + +_Ana._ Be firm, +They are welcom. + +_Lam._ What mask of death is this? O my dear Brother. + +_Ana._ My Couz too; why now y'are glorious villains. + +_Lam._ O shall we lose our honours? + +_Ana._ Let 'em goe, +When death prepares the way, they are but Pageants. +Why must these dye? + +_Beau._ Lament your own misfortunes, +We perish happily before your ruins. + +_Ana._ Has mischief ne'r a tongue? + +_1 Gent._ Yes foolish woman, +Our Captains will is death. + +_Ana._ You dare not do it. +Tell thy base boisterous Captain what I say, +Thy lawless Captain that he dares not; +Do you laugh you rogue? you pamper'd rogue? + +_Lam._ Good Sir, +Good Cousin gently, as y'are a Gentleman,-- + +_Ana._ A Gentleman? a slave, a dog, the devils harbinger. + +_Lam._ Sir as you had a Mother. + +_Ana._ He a Mother? +Shame not the name of Mother, a she Bear +A bloody old wolf bitch, a woman Mother? +Looks that rude lump, as if he had a Mother? +Intreat him? hang him, do thy worst, thou dar'st not, +Thou dar'st not wrong their lives, thy Captain dares not, +They are persons of more price. + +_Ver._ What e're we suffer +Let not your angers wrong you. + +_Ana._ You cannot suffer, +The men that do this deed, must live i'th' moon +Free from the gripe of Justice. + +_Lam._ Is it not better? + +_Ana._ Is it not better? let 'em goe on like rascals +And put false faces on; they dare not do it; +Flatter such scabbs of nature? + +_Gent._ Woman, woman +The next work is with you. + +_Ana._ Unbind those Gentlemen, +And put their fatal fortunes on our necks. + +_Lam._ As you have mercy do. + +_Ana._ As you are monsters. + +_Lam._ Fright us no more with shipwrack of our honours +Nor if there be a guilt by us committed +Let it endanger those. + +_Ana._ I say they dare not, +There be a thousand gallouses, ye rogues, +Tortures, ye bloody rogues, wheels. + +_Gent._ Away. + +_Lam._ Stay. + +_Ana._ Stay. +Stay and I'le flatter too: good sweet fac'd Gentlemen, +You excellent in honesty; O Kinsmen! +O Noble kinsmen! + +_Gent._ Away with 'em. [_Ex._ Ver. Beaup. _and_ Gent. + +_Ana._ Stay yet. +The Devil and his lovely dam walk with you, +Come fortify your self, if they do dy, +Which all their ruggedness cannot rack into me, +They cannot find an hour more Innocent, +Nor more friends to revenge 'em. + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _disguis'd._ + +_Lam._ Now stand constant, +For now our tryal's come. + +_Cler._ This beautie's mine, +Your minute moves not yet. + +_Lam._ She sinks if Christian, +If any spark of noble heat.-- + +_Cler._ Rise Lady +And fearless rise, there's no dishonour meant you, +Do you know my tongue? + +_Ana._ I have heard it. + +_Cler._ Mark it better, +I am one that loves you, fairly, nobly loves you, +Look on my face? + +_Ana._ O Sir? + +_Cler._ No more words, softly +Hark, but hark wisely how, understand well, +Suspect not, fear not. + +_Ana._ You have brought me comfort. + +_Cler._ If you think me worthy of your husband, +I am no rogue nor Begger, if you dare do thus-- + +_Ana._ You are Monsieur _Cleremont_. + +_Cler._ I am the same, +If you dare venture, speak, if not I leave you, +And leave you to the mercy of these villains +That will not wooe ye much. + +_Ana._ Save my reputation, +And free me from these slaves. + +_Cler._ By this kiss I'le do it, +And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you, +I have a Priest too, shall be ready. + +_Ana._ You are forward. + +_Lam._ Is this my constant cousin? how she whispers, +Kisses and huggs the thief! + +_Ana._ You'l offer nothing. + +_Cler._ Till all be tyed, +Not as I am a Gentleman. + +_Ana._ Can you relieve my Aunt too? + +_Cler._ Not yet Mistris, +But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly +It must be done i'th' moment or-- + +_Ana._ I am with ye. + +_Cler._ I'le know now who sleeps by me, keep your standing. + [_Ex._ Cler. _and_ Anabel. + +_Lam._ Well, go thy way, and thine own shame dwell with thee. +Is this the constancy she shew'd, the bravery? +The dear love and the life she ow'd her kinsmen? +O brave tongue, valiant glorious woman! +Is this the noble anger you arriv'd at? +Are these the thieves you scorn'd, the rogues you rail'd at? +The scabs and scums of nature? O fair modesty, +Excellent vertue, whither art thou fled? +What hand O Heaven is over us, when strong virgins +Yield to their fears, and to their fears their fortunes? +Never belief come near me more, farewel wench, +A long farewel from all that ever knew thee: +My turn is next, +I am resolv'd, it comes +But in a nobler shape, ha? + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ Blesse ye Lady. + +_Lam._ Indeed Sir, I had need of many blessings, +For all the hours I have had since I came here, +Have been so many curses. How got you liberty? +For I presume you come to comfort me. + +_Din._ To comfort you, and love you, 'tis most true, +My bondage was as yours, as full of bitterness +And every hour my death. + +_Lam._ Heaven was your comfort. + +_Din._ Till the last evening, sitting full of sadness, +Wailing, sweet Mistris, your unhappy fortunes, +(Mine own I had the least care of) round about me +The Captain and the company stood gaping, +When I began the story of my love +To you fair Saint, and with so full a sorrow, +Follow'd each point, that even from those rude eyes, +That never knew what pity meant or mercy, +There stole down soft relentings: take heed Mistris, +And let not such unholy hearts outdo you, +The soft plum'd god will see again; thus taken, +As men transform'd with the strange tale I told, +They stood amaz'd, then bid me rise and live, +Take liberty and means to see your person, +And wisht me prosperous in your love, wish you so, +Be wise and loving Lady, shew but you so. + +_Lam._ O Sir, are these fit hours to talk of love in? +Shall we make fools of our afflictions? +Can any thing sound sweetly in mine ears, +Where all the noise of bloody horrour is? +My Brother, and my Cousin, they are dead Sir, +Dead, basely dead, is this an age to fool in? +And I my self, I know not what I shall be, +Yet I must thank you, and if happily +You had ask'd me yesterday, when these were living, +And my fears less, I might have hearkned to you. + +_Din._ Peace to your grief, I bind you to your word. + + _Enter_ Cleremont, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote, + _Nurse, the two Gentlemen._ + +_Lam._ How? do you conjure? + +_Din._ Not to raise dreadfull apparitions, Madam, +But such as you would gladly see. + +_Lam._ My Brother, and nephew living? + +_Beau._ And both owe their lives +To the favour of these Gentlemen. + +_Verd._ Who deserve +Our service, and for us, your gracious thanks. + +_Lam._ Which I give freely, and become a suitor, +To be hereafter more familiar [_Kisse._ +With such great worth and vertue. + +_1 Gent._ Ever think us +Your servants, Madam. + +_Cler._ Why if thou wilt needs know +How we are freed, I will discover it, +And with laconick brevity: these Gentlemen +This night incountring with those outlaws that +Yesterday made us prisoners, and as we were +Attempted by 'em they with greater courage, +(I am sure with better fortune) not alone, +Guarded themselves, but forc'd the bloody thieves, +Being got between them, and this hellish Cave, +For safety of their lives, to fly up higher +Into the woods, all left to their possession, +This sav'd your Brother, and your nephew from +The gibbet, this redeem'd me from my Chains, +And gave my friend his liberty, this preserv'd +Your honour ready to be lost. + +_Din._ But that +I know this for a ly, and that the thieves +And gentlemen, are the same men, by my practice +Suborn'd to this, he does deliver it +With such a constant brow, that I am doubtfull, +I should believe him too. + +_1 Gent._ If we did well, +We are rewarded. + +_2 Gent._ Thanks but takes away +From what was freely purpos'd. + +_Cler._ Now by this hand, +You have so cunningly discharg'd your parts, +That while we live, rest confident you shall +Command _Dinant_ and _Cleremont_; nor _Beaupre_, +Nor _Verdone_ scents it: for the Ladies, they +Were easie to be gull'd. + +_1 Gent._ 'Twas but a jest, +And yet the jest may chance to break our necks +Should it be known. + +_Cler._ Fear nothing. + +_Din._ _Cleremont_, +Say, what success? + +_Cler._ As thou wouldst wish, 'tis done Lad, +The grove will witness with me, that this night +I lay not like a block: but how speed you? + +_Din._ I yet am in suspence, devise some means +To get these off, and speedily. + +_Cler._ I have it, +Come, we are dull, I think that the good fellows, +Our predecessors in this place, were not +So foolish, and improvident husbands, but +'Twill yield us meat and wine. + +_1 Gent._ Let's ransack it, +'Tis ours now by the Law. + +_Cler._ How say you sweet one, +Have you an appetite? + +_Ana._ To walk again +I'th' Woods, if you think fit, rather than eat. + +_Cler._ A little respite prethee; nay blush not, +You ask but what's your own, and warrantable: +_Monsieur_, _Beaupre_, _Verdone_, +What think you of the motion? + +_Verd._ Lead the way. + +_Beau._ We follow willingly. [_Ex. Man._ Din. _and_ Lam. + +_Cler._ When you shall think fit, +We will expect you. + +_Din._ Now be mistris of +Your promise Lady. + +_Lam._ 'Twas to give you hearing. + +_Din._ But that word hearing, did include a grant, +And you must make it good. + +_Lam._ Must? + +_Din._ Must and shall, +I will be fool'd no more, you had your tricks; +Made properties of me, and of my friend; +Presum'd upon your power, and whip'd me with +The rod of mine own dotage: do not flatter +Your self with hope, that any humane help +Can free you, and for aid by miracle +A base unthankfull woman is unworthy. + +_Lam._ You will not force me? + +_Din._ Rather than enjoy you +With your consent, because I will torment you; +I'le make you feel the effects of abus'd love, +And glory in your torture. + +_Lam._ Brother, Nephew, +Help, help, for Heavens sake. + +_Din._ Tear your throat, cry louder, +Though every leaf, these trees bear, were an Echo, +And summon'd in your best friends to redeem you, +It should be fruitless: 'tis not that I love you, +Or value those delights you prize so high, +That I'le enjoy you, a French crown will buy +More sport, and a companion, to whom, +You in your best trim are an Ethiop. + +_Lam._ Forbear me then. + +_Din._ Not so, I'le do't in spite, +And break that stubborn disobedient will, +That hath so long held out, that boasted honour +I will make equal with a common Whores; +The spring of Chastity, that fed your pride, +And grew into a River of vain glory, +I will defile with mudd, the mudd of lust, +And make it loathsome even to goats. + +_Lam._ O Heaven! +No pity Sir? + +_Din._ You taught me to be cruel, +And dare you think of mercy? I'le tell thee fool, +Those that surpriz'd thee, were my instruments, +I can plot too good Madam, you shall find it: +And in the stead of licking of my fingers, +Kneeling and whining like a boy new breech'd, +To get a toy forsooth, not worth an apple, +Thus make my way, and with Authority +Command what I would have. + +_Lam._ I am lost for ever: +Good Sir, I do confess my fault, my gross fault, +And yield my self up, miserable guilty; +Thus kneeling I confess, you cannot study +Sufficient punishments to load me with; +I am in your power, and I confess again, +You cannot be too cruel: if there be, +Besides the loss of my long guarded honour, +Any thing else to make the ballance even, +Pray put it in, all hopes, all helpes have left me; +I am girt round with sorrow, hell's about me, +And ravishment the least that I can look for, +Do what you please. + +_Din._ Indeed I will do nothing, +Nor touch nor hurt you Lady, nor had ever +Such a lewd purpose. + +_Lam._ Can there be such goodness, +And in a man so injur'd? + +_Din._ Be confirm'd in't. +I seal it thus: I must confess you vex'd me, +In fooling me so often, and those fears +You threw upon me call'd for a requital, +Which now I have return'd, all unchast love +_Dinant_ thus throws away; live to man-kind, +As you have done to me, and I will honour +Your vertue, and no more think of your beauty. + +_Lam._ All I possess, comes short of satisfaction. + +_Din._ No complements: the terrours of this night +Imagine but a fearfull dream, and so +With ease forget it: for _Dinant_, that labour'd +To blast your honour, is a Champion for it, +And will protect and guard it. + +_Lam._ 'Tis as safe then, +As if a compleat Army undertook it. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ La-writ, Sampson, _Clyents._ + +_La-writ._ Do not perswade me gentle Monsieur _Sampson_, +I am a mortal man again, a Lawyer, +My martiall part I have put off. + +_Sam._ Sweet Monsieur, +Let but our honours teach us. + +_La-writ._ Monsieur _Sampson_, +My honourable friend, my valiant friend, +Be but so beaten, forward my brave Clients, +I am yours, and you are mine again, be but so thrasht, +Receive that Castigation with a cudgel. + +_Sam._ Which calls upon us for a Reparation. + +_La-writ._ I have, it cost me half a crown, I bear it +All over me, I bear it Monsieur _Sampson_; +The oyls, and the old woman that repairs to me, +To 'noint my beaten body. + +_Sam._ It concerns you, +You have been swing'd. + +_La-writ._ Let it concern thee too; +Goe and be beaten, speak scurvy words, as I did, +Speak to that Lion Lord, waken his anger, +And have a hundred Bastinado's, doe; +Three broken pates, thy teeth knockt out, do _Sampson_, +Thy valiant arms and leggs beaten to Poultesses, +Do silly _Sampson_, do. + +_1 Cly._ You wrong the Gentleman, +To put him out of his right mind thus: +You wrong us, and our Causes. + +_La-writ._ Down with him Gentlemen, +Turn him, and beat him, if he break our peace, +Then when thou hast been Lam'd, thy small guts perisht, +Then talk to me, before I scorn thy counsel, +Feel what I feel, and let my Lord repair thee. + +_Sam._ And can the brave _La-writ_-- + +_2 Cly._ Tempt him no further, +Be warn'd and say no more. + +_La-writ._ If thou doest, _Sampson_, +Thou seest my Mirmidons, I'le let 'em loose, +That in a moment-- + +_Sam._ I say nothing, Sir, but I could wish-- + +_La-writ._ They shall destroy thee wishing; +There's ne'r a man of these, but have lost ten causes, +Dearer then ten mens lives; tempt, and thou diest: +Goe home, and smile upon my Lord, thine Uncle, +Take Mony of the men thou mean'st to Cousin, +Drink Wine, and eat good meat, and live discreetly, +Talk little, 'tis an antidote against a beating; +Keep thy hand from thy sword, and from thy Laundress placket, +And thou wilt live long. + +_1 Cly._ Give ear, and be instructed. + +_La-writ._ I find I am wiser than a Justice of Peace now, +Give me the wisdom that's beaten into a man +That sticks still by him: art thou a new man? + +_Sam._ Yes, yes, +Thy learned precepts have inchanted me. + +_La-writ._ Goe my son _Sampson_, I have now begot thee, +I'le send thee causes; speak to thy Lord, and live, +And lay my share by, goe and live in peace, +Put on new suits, and shew fit for thy place; +That man neglects his living, is an Asse: [_Exit_ Samp. +Farewel; come chearily boyes, about our business, +Now welcom tongue again, hang Swords. + +_1 Cly._ Sweet Advocate. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Nurse, _and_ Charlote. + +_Nur._ I know not wench, they may call 'em what they will, +Outlawes, or thieves, but I am sure, to me +One was an honest man, he us'd me well, +What I did, 'tis no matter, he complain'd not. + +_Char._ I must confess, there was one bold with me too, +Some coy thing would say rude, but 'tis no matter, +I was to pay a Waiting womans ransom, +And I have don't, and I would pay't again, +Were I ta'n to morrow. + +_Nur._ Alas, there was no hurt, +If 't be a sin for such as live at hard meat, +And keep a long Lent, in the woods as they do, +To taste a little flesh. + +_Char._ God help the Courtiers, +That lye at rack and manger. + +_Nur._ I shall love +A thief the better for this while I live, +They are men of a charitable vocation, +And give where there is need, and with discretion, +And put a good speed penny in my purse, +That has been empty twenty years. + +_Char._ Peace Nurse, +Farewel, and cry not rost meat, me thinks _Cleremont_ +And my Lady _Anabel_ are in one night, +Familiarly acquainted. + +_Nur._ I observe it, +If she have got a penny too. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, _and_ Provost. + +_Charl._ No more, +My Lord Monsieur _Vertaigne_, the provost too, +Haste and acquaint my Lady. [_Ex._ Nur. _and_ Char. + +_Pro._ Wonderous strange. + +_Vert._ 'Tis true Sir, on my credit. + +_Cham._ O mine honour. + +_Pro._ I have been provost-Marshal twenty years, +And have trussed up a thousand of these rascals, +But so near _Paris_ yet I never met with +One of that Brotherhood. + +_Cham._ We to our cost have, +But will you search the wood? + +_Pro._ It is beset, +They cannot scape us, nothing makes me wonder, +So much as having you within their power +They let you goe; it was a Courtesy, +That French thieves use not often, I much pity +The Gentle Ladies, yet I know not how, +I rather hope than fear. + + _Enter_ Dinant, Cleremont, Verdone, Beaupre, Lamira, Anabel, + Charlote, _Nurse_. + +Are these the prisoners? + +_Din._ We were such. + +_Verd._ Kill me not, excess of joy. + +_Cham._ I see thou livest, but hast thou had no foul play? + +_Lam._ No on my soul, my usage hath been noble, +Far from all violence. + +_Cham._ How were you freed? +But kiss me first, we'l talk of that at leasure, +I am glad I have thee; Niece how you keep off, +As you knew me not? + +_Ana._ Sir, I am where +I owe most duty. + +_Cler._ 'Tis indeed most true Sir, +The man that should have been your bedfellow +Your Lordships bedfellow, that could not smell out +A Virgin of sixteen, that was your fool, +To make you merry, this poor simple fellow +Has met the maid again, and now she knows +He is a man. + +_Cham._ How! is she dishonoured? + +_Cler._ Not unless marriage be dishonourable, +Heaven is a witness of our happy contract, +And the next Priest we meet shall warrant it +To all the world: I lay with her in jeast, +'Tis turn'd to earnest now. + +_Cham._ Is this true, Niece? + +_Din._ Her blushing silence grants it; nay Sir storm not, +He is my friend, and I can make this good, +His birth and fortunes equal hers, your Lordship +Might have sought out a worse, we are all friends too, +All differences end thus. Now Sir, unless +You would raise new dissentions, make perfect +What is so well begun. + +_Vert._ That were not manly. + +_Lam._ Let me perswade you. + +_Cham._ Well God give you joy, +She shall not come a Begger to you Sir. +For you Monsieur _Dinant_ 'ere long I'le shew you +Another Niece, to this not much inferiour, +As you shall like proceed. + +_Din._ I thank you Sir. + +_Cham._ Back then to _Paris_: well that travel ends +That makes of deadly enemies perfect friends. + [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +Prologue. + + +_To promise much, before a play begin, +And when 'tis done, ask pardon, were a sin +We'l not be guilty of: and to excuse +Before we know a fault, were to abuse +The writers and our selves, for I dare say +We all are fool'd if this be not a Play, +And such a play as shall (so should plays do) +Imp times dull wings, and make you merry too. +'Twas to that purpose writ, so we intend it +And we have our wisht ends, if you commend it._ + + + + +Epilogue. + + +Gentlemen, + +_I am sent forth to enquire what you decree } +Of us and of our Poets, they will be } +This night exceeding merry, so will we } +If you approve their labours. They profess +You are their Patrons, and we say no less, +Resolve us then, for you can only tell +Whether we have done id'ly or done well._ + + + + +APPENDIX + +THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER. + + +p. 373, ll. 3-40. Not in 1st folio. + +p. 374, l. 2. 2nd folio _misprints_] aud. + l. 25. 2nd folio _misprints_] Frcenh. + l. 27. And banisht. + l. 35. Will you? and yet--. + l. 37. Mistris, feathers. + +p. 375, l. 30. godly. + +p. 378, l. 8. Epithalamin. + l. 21. for 'twill be. + +p. 379, l. 15. Upon a. + l. 23. tempest. + l. 39. _Omits_ and. + +p. 382, l. 22. 2nd folio _misprints_] by. + l. 33. _Transfers_ to _to beginning of next line._ + +p. 383, l. 16. 2nd folio] their. + l. 36. parts. + +p. 384, l. 2. 2nd folio] beween. + +p. 385, l. 25. On my. + +p. 386, l. 8. make rise. + +p. 387, l. 36. Those dedicates. + +p. 388, l. 30. Lewis eleventh. + +p. 389, l. 3. you persev'd. + l. 19. danger or. + l. 33. _A comma has been inserted at the end of the line._ + +p. 390, l. 4. honours. + l. 5. suffer. + l. 9. loose. + +p. 391, l. 8. to this. + +p. 392, l. 1. up you. + l. 3. 2nd folio _misprints_] pecies. + l. 17. If you. + +p. 394, l. 33. 2nd folio] Avocate. + +p. 396, l. 14. Beau, _instead of_ Cler. + l. 20. what a. + +p. 397, l. 18. _Omits stage direction._ + l. 36. loose. + +p. 398, l. 5. What master. + l. 27. Cock a two. + l. 37. makes all this plaine. + +p. 399, l. 3. 2nd folio _misprints_] Bur. + l. 19. 2nd folio] thow. + l. 34. _Omits_ singing _in stage direction._ + +p. 400, l. 16. my whole. + +p. 401, l. 13. Declare that. + l. 27. And hunny out your. + l. 31. 2nd folio _misprints_] my. + +p. 404, l. 17. 2nd folio _misprints_] imfamie. + +p. 405, l. 39. _Omits_ not. + +p. 406, l. 7. In our. + +p. 409, l. 27. going lesse. + +p. 411, l. 9. ye did. + l. 29. Pray. + l. 36. _Omits_ do. + +p. 412, l. 1. any corner. + l. 5. the louer. + l. 35. laughters. + +p. 413, l. 10. y'are? Gentleman. + l. 15. hate. + l. 17. for my. + l. 22. and carriage ... calls. + l. 35. your. + +p. 414, l. 24. Hee is. + +p. 415, l. 4. will make. + l. 12. Why, to it. + l. 21. wake. + l. 38. Slaves feed. + +p. 416, l. 19. 'ore. + l. 28. a meane. + +p. 417, l. 6. _Adds stage direction_] Wine. + l. 8. doe but kisse. + l. 11. Will you. + l. 28. _Adds stage direction_] Recorders. + +p. 418, l. 37. thou knowest. + +p. 419, l. 4. quarter. + l. 12. Madman, a fool ... shew thee man. + l. 14. No I'le. + l. 32. no flame. + +p. 420, l. 40. point you. + +p. 424, l. 16. 2nd folio _misprints_] dies. + +p. 425, l. 29. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cler. + +p. 427, l. 5. _Adds stage direction_] Put off. + +p. 428, l. 32. Firsts, seconds, thirds. + +p. 429, l. 1. p---- on't. + l. 27. still devising. + +p. 431, l. 19. _Gives this line to_ Lam. + l. 22. _Adds as though a stage direction_] Now. + l. 31. _Reads_ My legs in my good house, my Armour on. + +p. 432, l. 12. yet are, if men. + +p. 435, l. 12. _Reads_] _La-wr._ Bee't then. | Mens fates, etc. + ll. 15 and 16. _Gives these two lines to_ Sam. + l. 18. 2nd folio] Vertagine. + l. 23. Strike. + l. 25. Gives No, no, ... not _to Verta_. + +p. 439, l. 11. Corvina. + l. 34. loose. + +p. 440, l. 1. Quinti. + l. 3. the Chamber doore. + +p. 441, l. 16. 2nd folio] vills. + +p. 444, l. 27. hand of heaven. + +p. 445, l. 24. _Omits_ is. + +p. 448, l. 4. _Omits_ Din. _by mistake and prints_ enjury _for_ enjoy. + +p. 449, l. 35. 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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: The Little French Lawyer + A Comedy + +Author: Francis Beaumont + John Fletcher + +Release Date: May 9, 2008 [EBook #25398] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Diane Monico, and The Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2>THE</h2> + +<h1>Little French Lawyer.</h1> + + +<h2>A</h2> + +<h1>COMEDY.</h1> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>Persons Represented in the Play.</h3> + +<p>Dinant, <i>a Gentleman that formerly loved, and still pretended to +love</i> Lamira.</p> + +<p>Cleremont, <i>a merry Gentleman, his Friend.</i></p> + +<p>Champernell, <i>a lame old Gentleman, Husband to</i> Lamira.</p> + +<p>Vertaign, <i>a Noble-man, and a Judge.</i></p> + +<p>Beaupre, <i>Son to</i> Vertaign.</p> + +<p>Verdone, <i>Nephew to</i> Champernell.</p> + +<p><i>Monsieur</i> La Writt, <i>a wrangling Advocate, or the Little +Lawyer.</i></p> + +<p>Sampson, <i>a foolish Advocate, Kinsman to</i> Vertaign.</p> + +<p><i>Provost.</i></p> + +<p><i>Gentlemen.</i></p> + +<p><i>Clients.</i></p> + +<p><i>Servants.</i></p> + + +<p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"><i>WOMEN.</i></span></p> + +<p>Lamira, <i>Wife to</i> Champernell, <i>and Daughter to</i> Vertaign.</p> + +<p>Anabell, <i>Niece to</i> Champernell.</p> + +<p>Old Lady, <i>Nurse to</i> Lamira.</p> + +<p>Charlotte, <i>Waiting Gentlewoman to</i> Lamira.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h3><i>The Scene</i> France.</h3> +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<h3>The principal Actors were,</h3> + +<p><i>Joseph Taylor.</i></p> + +<p><i>John Lowin.</i></p> + +<p><i>John Underwood.</i></p> + +<p><i>Robert Benfield.</i></p> + +<p><i>Nicholas Toolie.</i></p> + +<p><i>William Egleston.</i></p> + +<p><i>Richard Sharpe.</i></p> + +<p><i>Thomas Holcomb.</i> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. --> +<p> +<a href="#Actus_Primus_Scena_Prima"><b>Actus Primus. Scena Prima.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Actus_Secundus_Scena_Prima"><b>Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Actus_Tertius_Scena_Prima"><b>Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Actus_Quartus_Scena_Prima"><b>Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Actus_Quintus_Scena_Prima"><b>Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Prologue"><b>Prologue.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#Epilogue"><b>Epilogue.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#APPENDIX"><b>APPENDIX</b></a><br /> +</p> +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Actus_Primus_Scena_Prima" id="Actus_Primus_Scena_Prima"></a><i>Actus Primus. Scena Prima.</i></h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>a[n]d</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Disswade me not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Clere.</i> It will breed a brawl.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I care not, I wear a Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And wear discretion with it,<br /> +Or cast it off, let that direct your arm,<br /> +'Tis madness else, not valour, and more base<br /> +Than to receive a wrong.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Why would you have me<br /> +Sit down with a disgrace, and thank the doer?<br /> +We are not Stoicks, and that passive courage<br /> +Is only now commendable in Lackies,<br /> +Peasants, and Tradesmen, not in men of rank<br /> +And qualitie, as I am.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Do not cherish<br /> +That daring vice, for which the whole age suffers.<br /> +The blood of our bold youth, that heretofore<br /> +Was spent in honourable action,<br /> +Or to defend, or to enlarge the Kingdom,<br /> +For the honour of our Country, and our Prince,<br /> +Pours it self out with prodigal expence<br /> +Upon our Mothers lap, the Earth that bred us<br /> +For every trifle; and these private Duells,<br /> +Which had their first original from the <i>Fr[enc]h</i><br /> +(And for which, to this day, we are justly censured)<br /> +Are banisht from all civil Governments:<br /> +Scarce three in <i>Venice</i>, in as many years;<br /> +In <i>Florence</i>, they are rarer, and in all<br /> +The fair Dominions of the <i>Spanish</i> King,<br /> +They are never heard of: Nay, those neighbour Countries,<br /> +Which gladly imitate our other follies,<br /> +And come at a dear rate to buy them of us,<br /> +Begin now to detest them.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Will you end yet—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And I have heard that some of our late Kings,<br /> +For the lie, wearing of a Mistris favour,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span>A cheat at Cards or Dice, and such like causes,<br /> +Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen,<br /> +As might have met the great <i>Turk</i> in the field<br /> +With confidence of a glorious Victorie,<br /> +And shall we then—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> No more, for shame no more,<br /> +Are you become a Patron too? 'tis a new one,<br /> +No more on't, burn't, give it to some Orator,<br /> +To help him to enlarge his exercise,<br /> +With such a one it might do well, and profit<br /> +The Curat of the Parish, but for <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +The bold, and undertaking <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +To talk thus to his friend, his friend that knows him,<br /> +<i>Dinant</i> that knows his <i>Cleremont</i>, is absurd,<br /> +And meer Apocrypha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why, what know you of me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Why if thou hast forgot thy self, I'le tell thee,<br /> +And not look back, to speak of what thou wert<br /> +At fifteen, for at those years I have heard<br /> +Thou wast flesh'd, and enter'd bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Well Sir, well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But yesterday, thou wast the common second,<br /> +Of all that only knew thee, thou hadst bills<br /> +Set up on every post, to give thee notice<br /> +Where any difference was, and who were parties;<br /> +And as to save the charges of the Law<br /> +Poor men seek arbitrators, thou wert chosen<br /> +By such as knew thee not, to compound quarrels:<br /> +But thou wert so delighted with the sport,<br /> +That if there were no just cause, thou wouldst make one,<br /> +Or be engag'd thy self: This goodly calling<br /> +Thou hast followed five and twenty years, and studied<br /> +The Criticismes of contentions, and art thou<br /> +In so few hours transform'd? certain this night<br /> +Thou hast had strange dreams, or rather visions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Clere.</i> Yes, Sir,<br /> +I have seen fools, and fighters, chain'd together,<br /> +And the Fighters had the upper hand, and whipt first,<br /> +The poor Sots laughing at 'em. What I have been<br /> +It skils not, what I will be is resolv'd on.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span><i>Din.</i> Why then you'l fight no more?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Such is my purpose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> On no occasion?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> There you stagger me.<br /> +Some kind of wrongs there are which flesh and blood<br /> +Cannot endure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Thou wouldst not willingly<br /> +Live a protested coward, or be call'd one?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Words are but words.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Nor wouldst thou take a blow?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not from my friend, though drunk, and from an enemy<br /> +I think much less.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> There's some hope of thee left then,<br /> +Wouldst thou hear me behind my back disgrac'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Do you think I am a rogue? they that should do it<br /> +Had better been born dumb.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Or in thy presence<br /> +See me o'recharg'd with odds?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I'd fall my self first.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Would'st thou endure thy Mistris be taken from thee,<br /> +And thou sit quiet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> There you touch my honour,<br /> +No French-man can endure that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Di[n].</i> Pl—— upon thee,<br /> +Why dost thou talk of Peace then? that dar'st suffer<br /> +Nothing, or in thy self, or in thy friend<br /> +That is unmanly?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That I grant, I cannot:<br /> +But I'le not quarrel with this Gentleman<br /> +For wearing stammel Breeches, or this Gamester<br /> +For playing a thousand pounds, that owes me nothing;<br /> +For this mans taking up a common Wench<br /> +In raggs, and lowsie, then maintaining her<br /> +Caroach'd in cloth of Tissue, nor five hundred<br /> +Of such like toyes, that at no part concern me;<br /> +Marry, where my honour, or my friend is questioned,<br /> +I have a Sword, and I think I may use it<br /> +To the cutting of a Rascals throat, or so,<br /> +Like a good Christian.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Thou art of a fine Religion,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span>And rather than we'l make a Schism in friendship<br /> +I will be of it: But to be serious,<br /> +Thou art acquainted with my tedious love-suit<br /> +To fair <i>Lamira</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Too well Sir, and remember<br /> +Your presents, courtship, that's too good a name,<br /> +Your slave-like services, your morning musique;<br /> +Your walking three hours in the rain at midnight,<br /> +To see her at her window, sometimes laugh'd at,<br /> +Sometimes admitted, and vouchsaf'd to kiss<br /> +Her glove, her skirt, nay, I have heard, her slippers,<br /> +How then you triumph'd?<br /> +Here was love forsooth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> These follies I deny not,<br /> +Such a contemptible thing my dotage made me,<br /> +But my reward for this—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> As you deserv'd,<br /> +For he that makes a goddess of a Puppet,<br /> +Merits no other recompence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This day friend,<br /> +For thou art so—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am no flatterer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This proud, ingratefull she, is married to<br /> +Lame <i>Champernel</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I know him, he has been<br /> +As tall a Sea-man, and has thriv'd as well by't,<br /> +The loss of a legg and an arm deducted, as any<br /> +That ever put from <i>Marseilles</i>: you are tame,<br /> +Pl—— on't, it mads me; if it were my case,<br /> +I should kill all the family.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Yet but now<br /> +You did preach patience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I then came from confession,<br /> +And 'twas enjoyn'd me three hours for a penance,<br /> +To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one,<br /> +But now, all else being pardon'd, I begin<br /> +On a new Tally, Foot do any thing,<br /> +I'le second you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I would not willingly<br /> +Make red, my yet white conscience, yet I purpose<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span>In the open street, as they come from the Temple,<br /> +(For this way they must pass,) to speak my wrongs,<br /> +And do it boldly. <span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<i>Musick playes.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Were thy tongue a Cannon,<br /> +I would stand by thee, boy, they come, upon 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Observe a little first.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This is fine fidling.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, <i>Nurse</i>, Beaupre, +Verdone. <i>An Epithalamium.</i></p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">SONG at the Wedding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<i><span class="i0">Come away, bring on the Bride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And place her by her Lovers side:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You fair troop of Maids attend her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure and holy thoughts befriend her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blush, and wish, you Virgins all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many such fair nights may fall.<br /></span> +</i></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Chorus.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<i><span class="i0">Hymen, fill the house with joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All thy sacred fires employ:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bless the Bed with holy love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now fair orb of Beauty move.<br /></span> +</i></div></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Stand by, for I'le be heard.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> This is strange rudeness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Tis courtship, ballanced with injuries,<br /> +You all look pale with guilt, but I will dy<br /> +Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear'd veins<br /> +There yet remain so much of honest blood<br /> +To make the colour; first to ye my Lord,<br /> +The Father of this Bride, whom you have sent<br /> +Alive into her grave.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> How? to her grave?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dina.</i> Be patient Sir, I'le speak of you anon<br /> +You that allow'd me liberal access,<br /> +To make my way with service, and approv'd of<br /> +My birth, my person, years, and no base fortune:<br /> +You that are rich, and but in this held wise too,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span>That as a Father should have look'd upon<br /> +Your Daughter in a husband, and aim'd more<br /> +At what her youth, and heat of blood requir'd<br /> +In lawfull pleasures, than the parting from<br /> +Your Crowns to pay her dowr: you that already<br /> +Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit,<br /> +As if you were assur'd to live here ever;<br /> +What poor end had you, in this choice? in what<br /> +Deserve I your contempt? my house, and honours<br /> +At all parts equal yours, my fame as fair,<br /> +And not to praise my self, the City ranks me<br /> +In the first file of her most hopefull Gentry:<br /> +But <i>Champernel</i> is rich, and needs a nurse,<br /> +And not your gold: and add to that, he's old too,<br /> +His whole estate in likelihood to descend<br /> +Upon your Family; Here was providence,<br /> +I grant, but in a Nobleman base thrift:<br /> +No Merchants, nay, no Pirats, sell for Bondmen<br /> +Their Country-men, but you, a Gentleman,<br /> +To save a little gold, have sold your Daughter<br /> +To worse than slaverie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This was spoke home indeed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> Sir, I shall take some other time to tell you,<br /> +That this harsh language was delivered to<br /> +An old man, but my Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> At your pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Proceed in your design, let me alone,<br /> +To answer him, or any man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> You presume<br /> +Too much upon your name, but may be couzen'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But for you, most unmindfull of my service,<br /> +For now I may upbraid you, and with honour,<br /> +Since all is lost, and yet I am a gainer,<br /> +In being deliver'd from a torment in you,<br /> +For such you must have been, you to whom nature<br /> +Gave with a liberal hand most excellent form,<br /> +Your education, language, and discourse,<br /> +And judgement to distinguish, when you shall<br /> +With feeling sorrow understand how wretched<br /> +And miserable you have made your self,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span>And but your self have nothing to accuse,<br /> +Can you with hope from any beg compassion?<br /> +But you will say, you serv'd your Fathers pleasure,<br /> +Forgetting that unjust commands of Parents<br /> +Are not to be obey'd, or that you are rich,<br /> +And that to wealth all pleasure else are servants,<br /> +Yet but consider, how this wealth was purchas'd,<br /> +'Twill trouble the possession.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> You Sir know<br /> +I got it, and with honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But from whom?<br /> +Remember that, and how: you'l come indeed<br /> +To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding<br /> +Where it was bought, this Souldier will not lie,<br /> +But answer truly, this rich cloth of Arras<br /> +I made my prize in such a Ship, this Plate<br /> +Was my share in another; these fair Jewels,<br /> +Coming a shore, I got in such a Village,<br /> +The Maid, or Matron kill'd, from whom they were ravish'd,<br /> +The Wines you drink are guilty too, for this,<br /> +This <i>Candie</i> Wine, three Merchants were undone,<br /> +These Suckets break as many more: in brief,<br /> +All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is purchas'd<br /> +By lawless force, and you but revel in<br /> +The tears, and grones of such as were the owners.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> 'Tis false, most basely false.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Let losers talk.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Lastly, those joyes, those best of joyes, which <i>Hymen</i><br /> +Freely bestows on such, that come to tye<br /> +The sacred knot be blesses, won unto it<br /> +By equal love, and mutual affection,<br /> +Not blindly led with the desire of riches,<br /> +Most miserable you shall never taste of.<br /> +This Marriage night you'l meet a Widows bed,<br /> +Or failing of those pleasures all Brides look for,<br /> +Sin in your wish it were so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Thou art a Villain,<br /> +A base, malitious slanderer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Strike him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> No, he is not worth a blow.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span><i>Champ.</i> O that I had thee<br /> +In some close vault, that only would yield room<br /> +To me to use my Sword, to thee no hope<br /> +To run away, I would make thee on thy knees,<br /> +Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Pray you have patience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> This day I am to be your Soveraign,<br /> +Let me command you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> I am lost with rage,<br /> +And know not what I am my self, nor you:<br /> +Away, dare such as you, that love the smoke<br /> +Of peace more than the fire of glorious War,<br /> +And like unprofitable drones, feed on<br /> +Your grandsires labours, that, as I am now,<br /> +Were gathering Bees, and fill'd their Hive, this Country<br /> +With brave triumphant spoils, censure our actions?<br /> +You object my prizes to me, had you seen<br /> +The horrour of a Sea-fight, with what danger<br /> +I made them mine; the fire I fearless fought in,<br /> +And quench'd it in mine enemies blood, which straight<br /> +Like oyle pour'd out on't, made it burn anew;<br /> +My Deck blown up, with noise enough to mock<br /> +The lowdest thunder, and the desperate fools<br /> +That Boorded me, sent, to defie the tempests<br /> +That were against me, to the angrie Sea,<br /> +Frighted with men thrown o're; no victory,<br /> +But in despight of the four Elements,<br /> +The Fire, the Air, the Sea, and sands hid in it<br /> +To be atchiev'd, you would confess poor men,<br /> +(Though hopeless, such an honourable way<br /> +To get or wealth, or honour) in your selves<br /> +He that through all these dreadfull passages<br /> +Pursued and overtook them, unaffrighted,<br /> +Deserves reward, and not to have it stil'd<br /> +By the base name of theft.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This is the Courtship,<br /> +That you must look for, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Twill do well,<br /> +When nothing can be done, to spend the night with:<br /> +Your tongue is sound good Lord, and I could wish<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span>For this young Ladyes sake this leg, this arm,<br /> +And there is something else, I will not name,<br /> +(Though 'tis the only thing that must content her)<br /> +Had the same vigour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> You shall buy these scoffs<br /> +With your best blood: help me once noble anger,<br /> +(Nay stir not, I alone must right my self)<br /> +And with one leg transport me, to correct<br /> +These scandalous praters: O that noble wounds <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Falls.</i></span><br /> +Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jear me too?<br /> +I got these, not as you do, your diseases<br /> +In Brothels, or with riotous abuse<br /> +Of wine in Taverns; I have one leg shot,<br /> +One arm disabled, and am honour'd more,<br /> +By losing them, as I did, in the face<br /> +Of a brave enemy, than if they were<br /> +As when I put to Sea; you are <i>French-men</i> only,<br /> +In that you have been laied, and cur'd, goe to:<br /> +You mock my leg, but every bone about you,<br /> +Makes you good Almanack-makers, to foretell<br /> +What weather we shall have.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Put up your Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Or turn it to a Crutch, there't may b[e] usefull,<br /> +And live on the relation to your Wife<br /> +Of what a brave man you were once.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And tell her,<br /> +What a fine vertue 'tis in a young Lady<br /> +To give an old man pap.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Or hire a Surgeon<br /> +To teach her to roul up your broken limbs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> To make a Pultess, and endure the scent<br /> +Of oils, and nasty Plasters.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Fie Sir, fie,<br /> +You that have stood all dangers of all kinds, to<br /> +Yield to a Rivalls scoffe?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Shed tears upon<br /> +Your Wedding day? this is unmanly Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> They are tears of anger: O that I should live<br /> +To play the woman thus! All powerfull heaven,<br /> +Restore me, but one hour, that strength again,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span>That I had once, to chastise in these men<br /> +Their folies, and ill manners, and that done,<br /> +When you please, I'le yield up the fort of life,<br /> +And do it gladly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> We ha' the better of him,<br /> +We ha' made him cry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verdo.</i> You shall have satisfaction.<br /> +And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> I say no more, you have a Brother, Sister,<br /> +This is your wedding day, we are in the street,<br /> +And howsoever they forget their honour,<br /> +'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> If there be Laws in <i>Paris</i>, look to answer<br /> +This insolent affront.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You that live by them,<br /> +Study 'em for heavens sake; for my part I know not<br /> +Nor care not what they are. Is the[re] ought else<br /> +That you would say;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Nothing, I have my ends.<br /> +<i>Lamira</i> weeps, I have said too much I fear;<br /> +So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot<br /> +Endure to see her tears. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Cleremont.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> See you perform it,<br /> +And do it like my Nephew.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verdo.</i> If I fail in't<br /> +Ne'r know me more, Cousin <i>Beaupre</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Repent not<br /> +What thou hast done, my life, thou shalt not find<br /> +I am decrepit; in my love and service,<br /> +I will be young, and constant, and believe me,<br /> +For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all<br /> +The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me<br /> +I'le meet thy pleasures with a young mans ardour,<br /> +And in all circumstances of a Husband,<br /> +Perform my part.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Good Sir, I am your servant,<br /> +And 'tis too late now, if I did repent,<br /> +(Which as I am a virgin yet, I do not)<br /> +To undoe the knot, that by the Church is tyed.<br /> +Only I would beseech ye, as you have<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span>A good opinion of me, and my vertues,<br /> +For so you have pleas'd to stile my innocent weakness,<br /> +That what hath pass'd be[t]ween <i>Dinant</i> and me,<br /> +Or what now in your hearing he hath spoken,<br /> +Beget not doubts, or fears.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> I apprehend you,<br /> +You think I will be jealous; as I live<br /> +Thou art mistaken sweet; and to confirm it<br /> +Discourse with whom thou wilt, ride where thou wilt,<br /> +Feast whom thou wilt, as often as thou wilt,<br /> +For I will have no other guards upon thee<br /> +Than thine own thoughts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> I'le use this liberty<br /> +With moderation Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> I am resolv'd.<br /> +Steal off, I'le follow you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Come Sir, you droop;<br /> +Till you find cause, which I shall never give,<br /> +Dislike not of your Son in Law.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Sir, you teach me<br /> +The language I should use; I am most happy<br /> +In being so near you. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt</i> Verdone, <i>and</i> Beaupre.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> O my fears! good nurse<br /> +Follow my Brother unobserv'd, and learn<br /> +Which way he takes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurs.</i> I will be carefull Madam. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exit</i> Nurse.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Between us complements are superfluous,<br /> +On Gentlemen, th' affront we have met here<br /> +We'l think upon hereafter, 'twere unfit<br /> +To cherish any thought to breed unrest,<br /> +Or to our selves, or to our Nuptial feast. <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> We shall have sport, ne'r fear't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What sport I prethee?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why we must fight, I know it, and I long for't,<br /> +It was apparent in the fiery eye<br /> +Of young <i>Verdone</i>, <i>Beaupre</i> look'd pale and shook too,<br /> +Familiar signs of anger. They are both brave fellows<br /> +Tri'd and approv'd, and I am proud to encounter<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span>With men, from whom no honour can be lost;<br /> +They will play up to a man, and set him off.<br /> +When e're I go to the field, heaven keep me from<br /> +The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or, Coward,<br /> +The first, to get a name, comes on too hot,<br /> +The Coward is so swift in giving ground,<br /> +There is no overtaking him without<br /> +A hunting Nag, well breath'd too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> All this while,<br /> +You ne'r think on the danger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why 'tis no more<br /> +Than meeting of a dozen friends at Supper,<br /> +And drinking hard; mischief comes there unlook'd for,<br /> +I am sure as suddain, and strikes home as often,<br /> +For this we are prepar'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> <i>Lamira</i> Loves<br /> +Her Brother <i>Beaupre</i> dearly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What of that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And should he call me to account for what<br /> +But now I spake, nor can I with mine honour<br /> +Recant my words, that little hope is left me,<br /> +E're to enjoy what (next to Heaven) I long for,<br /> +Is taken from me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cer.</i> Why what can you hope for,<br /> +She being now married?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Oh my <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +To you all secrets of my heart lye open,<br /> +And I rest most secure that whatsoe're<br /> +I lock up there, is as a private thought,<br /> +And will no farther wrong me. I am a <i>French-man</i>,<br /> +And for the greater part we are born Courtiers,<br /> +She is a woman, and however yet,<br /> +No heat of service had the power to melt<br /> +Her frozen Chastity, time and opportunitie<br /> +May work her to my ends, I confess ill ones,<br /> +And yet I must pursue 'em: now her marriage,<br /> +In probabilitie, will no way hurt,<br /> +But rather help me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Sits the wind there? pray you tell me<br /> +How far off dwells your love from lust?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span><i>Din.</i> Too near,<br /> +But prethee chide me not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not I, goe on boy,<br /> +I have faults my self, and will not reprehend<br /> +A crime I am not free from: for her Marriage,<br /> +I do esteem it (and most batchellors are<br /> +Of my opinion) as a fair protection,<br /> +To play the wanton without loss of honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Would she make use of't so, I were most happy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> No more of this. Judge now,<br /> +Whether I have the gift of prophecie.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Beaupre, <i>and</i> Verdone.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Beaup.</i> Monsieur <i>Dinant</i>,<br /> +I am glad to find you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I am at your service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Good Monsieur <i>Cleremont</i>, I have long wish'd<br /> +To be known better to you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> My desires<br /> +Embrace your wishes Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Sir, I have ever<br /> +Esteem'd you truly noble, and profess<br /> +I should have been most proud, to have had the honour<br /> +To call you Brother, but my Fathers pleasure<br /> +Denied that happiness. I know no man lives,<br /> +That can command his passions, and therefore<br /> +Dare not condemn the late intemperate language<br /> +You were pleas'd to use to my Father and my Sister,<br /> +He's old and she a woman, I most sorrie<br /> +My honour does compel me to entreat you,<br /> +To do me the favour, with your sword to meet me<br /> +A mile without the Citie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You much honour me.<br /> +In the demand, I'le gladly wait upon you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> O Sir you teach me what to say: the time?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> With the next Sun, if you think fit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> The place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Near to the vineyard eastward from the Citie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> I like it well, this Gentleman if you please<br /> +Will keep me company.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span><i>Cler.</i> That is agreed on;<br /> +And in my friends behalf I will attend him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> You shall not miss my service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Good day Gentlemen. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Beaup. <i>and</i> Verd.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> At your Commandment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Proud to be your servants.<br /> +I think there is no Nation under Heaven<br /> +That cut their enemies throats with complement,<br /> +And such fine tricks as we do: If you have<br /> +Any few Prayers to say, this night you may<br /> +Call 'em to mind and use 'em, for my self,<br /> +As I have little to lose, my care is less,<br /> +So till to morrow morning I bequeath you<br /> +To your devotions; and those paid, but use<br /> +That noble courage I have seen, and we<br /> +Shall fight, as in a Castle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Thou art all honour,<br /> +Thy resolution would steel a Coward,<br /> +And I most fortunate in such a Friend;<br /> +All tenderness and nice respect of woman<br /> +Be now far from me, reputation take<br /> +A full possession of my heart, and prove<br /> +Honour the first place holds, the second Love. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Lamira, Charlote.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lami.</i> Sleeps my Lord still, <i>Charlote</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> Not to be wak'd.<br /> +By your Ladiships cheerfull looks I well perceive<br /> +That this night the good Lord hath been<br /> +At an unusual service, and no wonder<br /> +If he rest after it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> You are very bold.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> Your Creature Madam, and when you are pleas'd<br /> +Sadness to me's a stranger, your good pardon<br /> +If I speak like a fool, I could have wisht<br /> +To have ta'ne your place to night, had bold <i>Dinant</i><br /> +Your first and most obsequious servant tasted<br /> +Those delicates, which by his lethargie<br /> +As it appears, have cloy'd my Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> No, more.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span><i>Char.</i> I am silenc'd, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Saw you my nurse this morning?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> No Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> I am full of fears. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Knock within.</i></span><br /> +Who's that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> She you enquir'd for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Bring her in, and leave me. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exit</i> Charlote.</span><br /> +Now nurse what news?<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Nurse.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Nurse.</i> O Ladie dreadfull ones.<br /> +They are to fight this morning, there's no remedie.<br /> +I saw my Lord your Brother, and <i>Verdone</i><br /> +Take horse as I came by.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Where's <i>Cleremont</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> I met him too, and mounted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Where's <i>Dinant</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> There's all the hope, I have staid him with a trick,<br /> +If I have done well so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> What trick?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> I told him,<br /> +Your Ladiship laid your command upon him,<br /> +To attend you presently, and to confirm it,<br /> +Gave him the ring he oft hath seen you wear,<br /> +That you bestowed on me: he waits without<br /> +Disguis'd, and if you have that power in him,<br /> +As I presume you have, it is in you<br /> +To stay or alter him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Have you learnt the place,<br /> +Where they are to encounter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> Yes 'tis where<br /> +The Duke of <i>Burgundie</i> met <i>Lewis</i> th' eleventh.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamir.</i> Enough, I will reward thee liberally, <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exit</i> Nurse.</span><br /> +Goe bring him in: full dear I loved <i>Dinant</i>,<br /> +While it was lawfull, but those fires are quench'd<br /> +I being now anothers, truth forgive me<br /> +And let dissimulation be no crime,<br /> +Though most unwillingly I put it on<br /> +To guard a Brothers safetie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Now your pleasure,<br /> +Though ill you have deserv'd it, you perceive<br /> +I am still your fool, and cannot but obey<br /> +What ever you command.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> You speak, as if<br /> +You did repent it, and 'tis not worth my thanks then,<br /> +But there has been a time, in which you would<br /> +Receive this as a favour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Hope was left then<br /> +Of recompence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Why I am still <i>Lamira</i>,<br /> +And you <i>Dinant</i>, and 'tis yet in my power,<br /> +I dare not say I'le put it into act,<br /> +To reward your love and service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> There's some comfort.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lami.</i> But think not that so low I prize my fame,<br /> +To give it up to any man that refuses<br /> +To buy it, or with danger of performance<br /> +Of what I shall enjoin him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Name that danger<br /> +Be it of what horrid shape soever Ladie<br /> +Which I will shrink at; only at this instant<br /> +Be speedie in't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> I'le put you to the trial:<br /> +You shall not fight to day, do you start at that?<br /> +Not with my Brother, I have heard your difference,<br /> +Mine is no <i>Helens</i> beauty to be purchas'd<br /> +With blood, and so defended, if you look for<br /> +Favours from me, deserve them with obedience,<br /> +There's no way else to gain 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You command<br /> +What with mine honour I cannot obey,<br /> +Which lies at pawn against it, and a friend<br /> +Equally dear as that, or life, engag'd,<br /> +Not for himself, but me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Why, foolish man,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[Pg 390]</a></span>Dare you solicite me to serve your lust,<br /> +In which not only I abuse my Lord,<br /> +My Father, and my family, but write whore,<br /> +Though not upon my forehead, in my conscience,<br /> +To be read hourly, and yet name your honour?<br /> +Yours suffers but in circumstance; mine in substance.<br /> +If you obey me, you part with some credit,<br /> +From whom? the giddy multitude; but mankind<br /> +Will censure me, and justly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I will lose,<br /> +What most I do desire, rather than hazard<br /> +So dear a friend, or write my self a coward,<br /> +'Tis better be no man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> This will not do;<br /> +Why, I desire not, you should be a coward,<br /> +Nor do I weigh my Brothers life with yours,<br /> +Meet him, fight with him, do, and kill him fairly,<br /> +Let me not suffer for you, I am careless.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Suffer for me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> For you, my kindness to you<br /> +Already brands me with a strumpets name.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> O that I knew the wretch!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> I will not name him,<br /> +Nor give you any Character to know him;<br /> +But if you dare, and instantly ride forth<br /> +At the west port of the City, and defend there<br /> +My reputation, against all you meet,<br /> +For two hours only, I'le not swear <i>Dinant</i>,<br /> +To satisfie, (though sure I think I shall)<br /> +What ever you desire, if you denie this,<br /> +Be desperate, for willingly, by this light,<br /> +I'le never see thee more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Two hours, do you say?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> Only two hours.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I were no Gentleman,<br /> +Should I make scruple of it; this favour arms me,<br /> +And boldly I'll perform it. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lamira.</i> I am glad on't.<br /> +This will prevent their meeting yet, and keep<br /> +My Brother safe, which was the mark I shot at. <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[Pg 391]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Actus_Secundus_Scena_Prima" id="Actus_Secundus_Scena_Prima"></a><i>Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.</i></h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, <i>as in the field</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> I am first i'th' field, that honour's gain'd of our side,<br /> +Pray Heaven I may get off as honourablie,<br /> +The hour is past, I wonder <i>Dinant</i> comes not,<br /> +This is the place, I cannot see him yet;<br /> +It is his quarel too that brought me hither,<br /> +And I ne'r knew him yet, but to his honour<br /> +A firm and worthy Friend, yet I see nothing,<br /> +Nor Horse nor man, 'twould vex me to be left here,<br /> +To th' mercy of two swords, and two approv'd ones.<br /> +I never knew him last.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Beaupre, <i>and</i> Verdone.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Beaup.</i> You are well met <i>Cleremont</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verdo.</i> You are a fair Gentleman, and love your friend Sir.<br /> +What are you ready? the time has overta'ne us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> And this you know the place.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> No <i>Dinant</i> yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> We come not now to argue, but to do;<br /> +We wait you Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> There's no time past yet Gentlemen,<br /> +We have day enough: is't possible he comes not?<br /> +You see I am ready here, and do but stay<br /> +Till my Friend come, walk but a turn or two,<br /> +'Twill not be long.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> We came to fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Ye shall fight Gentlemen,<br /> +And fight enough, but a short turn or two,<br /> +I think I see him, set up your watch, we'l fight by it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> That is not he; we will not be deluded.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Am I bob'd thus? pray take a pipe of tobacco,<br /> +Or sing but some new air; by that time, Gentlemen—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Come draw your Sword, you know the custome here Sir,<br /> +First come, first serv'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Though it be held a custom,<br /> +And practised so, I do not hold it honest;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</a></span>What honour can you both win on me single?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Yield up your Sword then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Yield my Sword? that's Hebrew;<br /> +I'le be first cut a p[iec]es; hold but a while,<br /> +I'le take the next that comes.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter an old</i> Gentleman.</p></div> + +<p> +You are an old Gentleman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Yes indeed am I, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And wear no Sword?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I need none, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I would you did, and had one;<br /> +I want now such a foolish courtesie.<br /> +You see these Gentlemen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> You want a second.<br /> +In good Faith Sir, I was never handsom at it,<br /> +I would you had my Son, but he's in <i>Italy</i>,<br /> +A proper Gentleman; you may do well gallants<br /> +If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy,<br /> +The Gentleman may do his Country—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Now I beseech you, Sir,<br /> +If you dare not fight, do not stay to beg my pardon.<br /> +There lies your way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Good morrow Gentlemen. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> You see your fortune,<br /> +You had better yield your Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Pray ye stay a little.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter two</i> Gentlemen.</p></div> + +<p> +Upon mine honestie, you shall be fought with;<br /> +Well, <i>Dinant</i>, well, these wear swords and seem brave fellows.<br /> +As you are Gentlemen, one of you supply me.<br /> +I want a Second now to meet these gallants,<br /> +You know what honour is.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Sir you must pardon us,<br /> +We goe about the same work, you are ready for;<br /> +And must fight presently, else we were your servants.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> God speed you, and good day. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exit</i> Gent.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Am I thus Colted?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Come either yield—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</a></span><i>Cler.</i> As you are honest Gentlemen,<br /> +Stay but the next, and then I'le take my fortune,<br /> +And if I fight not like a man—Fy <i>Dinant</i>,<br /> +Cold now and treacherous.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter Monsieur</i> La-writ, <i>within</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>La-Writ.</i> I understand your causes.<br /> +Yours about corn, yours about pins and glasses,<br /> +Will you make me mad, have I not all the parcells?<br /> +And his Petition too, about Bell-founding?<br /> +Send in your witnesses, what will you have me do?<br /> +Will you have me break my heart? my brains are melted;<br /> +And tell your Master, as I am a Gentleman,<br /> +His Cause shall be the first, commend me to your Mistris,<br /> +And tell her, if there be an extraordinary feather,<br /> +And tall enough for her—I shall dispatch you too,<br /> +I know your cause, for transporting of Farthingales<br /> +Trouble me no more, I say again to you,<br /> +No more vexation: bid my wife send me some puddings;<br /> +I have a Cause to run through, requires puddings,<br /> +Puddings enough. Farewel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> God speed you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Would he would take this fellow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> A rare Youth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> If you be not hastie, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Yes, I am hastie,<br /> +Exceeding hastie, Sir, I am going to the Parliament,<br /> +You understand this bag, if you have any business<br /> +Depending there, be short, and let me hear it,<br /> +And pay your Fees.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Faith, Sir, I have a business,<br /> +But it depends upon no Parliament.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I have no skill in't then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I must desire you,<br /> +'Tis a Sword matter, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I am no Cutler,<br /> +I am an Advocate, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> How the thing looks?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> When he brings him to fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Be not so hastie,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span>You wear a good Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I know not that,<br /> +I never drew it yet, or whether it be a Sword—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I must entreat you try, Sir, and bear a part<br /> +Against these Gentlemen, I want a second;<br /> +Ye seem a man, and 'tis a noble office.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I am a Lawyer, Sir, I am no fighter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You that breed quarels, Sir, know best to satisfie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> This is some sport yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> If this fellow should fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> And for any thing I know, I am an arrant coward,<br /> +Do not trust me, I think I am a coward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Try, try, you are mistaken: walk on Gentlemen,<br /> +The man shall follow presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Are ye mad Gentleman?<br /> +My business is within this half hour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That's all one,<br /> +We'll dispatch within this quarter, there in that bottom,<br /> +'Tis most convenient Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Well, we'll wait, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Why this will be a comick fight, you'l follow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> As I am a true man, I cannot fight. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Beaupre, Verdone.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Away, away,<br /> +I know you can: I like your modesty,<br /> +I know you will fight and so fight, with such metal,<br /> +And with such judgement meet your enemies fury;<br /> +I see it in your eye, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I'le be hang'd then;<br /> +And I charge you in the Kings name, name no more fighting.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I charge you in the Kings name, play the man,<br /> +Which if you do not quickly, I begin with you,<br /> +I'le make you dance, do you see your fiddlestick?<br /> +Sweet A[d]vocate thou shalt fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Stand farther Gentleman,<br /> +Or I'le give you such a dust o'th' chapps—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Spoke bravely,<br /> +And like thy self, a noble Advocate:<br /> +Come to thy tools.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I do not say I'le fight;<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[Pg 395]</a></span><i>Cler.</i> I say thou shalt, and bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> If I do fight;<br /> +I say, if I do, but do not depend upon't,<br /> +And yet I have a foolish itch upon me,<br /> +What shall become of my Writings?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Let 'em ly by,<br /> +They will not run away, man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I may be kill'd too,<br /> +And where are all my causes then? my business?<br /> +I will not fight, I cannot fight, my Causes—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Thou shalt fight, if thou hadst a thousand causes,<br /> +Thou art a man to fight for any cause,<br /> +And carry it with honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Hum, say you so? if I should<br /> +Be such a coxcombe to prove valiant now—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I know thou art most valiant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Do you think so?<br /> +I am undone for ever, if it prove so,<br /> +I tell you that, my honest friend, for ever;<br /> +For I shall ne're leave quarrelling.<br /> +How long must we fight? for I cannot stay,<br /> +Nor will not stay, I have business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> We'l do't in a minute, in a moment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Here will I hang my bag then, it may save my belly,<br /> +I never lov'd cold Iron there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You do wisely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Help me to pluck my Sword out then, quickly, quickly,<br /> +'Thas not seen Sun these ten years.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> How it grumbles!<br /> +This Sword is vengeance angry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Now I'le put my hat up,<br /> +And say my prayers as I goe; away boy,<br /> +If I be kill'd, remember the little Lawyer. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Beaupre.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Beaup.</i> They are both come on, that may be a stubborn rascal,<br /> +Take you that ground,<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> La-writ.</p></div> + +<p> +I'le stay here, fight bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span><i>La-writ.</i> To't chearfully my boyes, you'l let's have fair play,<br /> +None of your foyning tricks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Come forward Monsieur; <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Fight.</i></span><br /> +What hast thou there? a pudding in thy belly?<br /> +I shall see what it holds.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Put your spoon home then:<br /> +Nay, since I must fight, have at you without wit, Sir:<br /> +God a mercy bagg.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Nothing but bumbast in ye?<br /> +The Rogue winks and fights.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Now your fine fencing, Sir: <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[Beau. <i>loses his sword</i>.</span><br /> +Stand off, thou diest on point else, <span style="margin-left: 9em;">[La-writ <i>treads on it</i>.</span><br /> +I have it, I have it: yet further off:<br /> +I have his Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Then keep it, be sure you keep it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I'le put it in my mouth else.<br /> +Stand further off yet, and stand quietly,<br /> +And look another way, or I'le be with you,<br /> +Is this all? I'le undertake within these two daies<br /> +To furnish any Cutler in this Kingdom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> Pox, what fortune's this? disarm'd by a puppie?<br /> +A snail? a Dog?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> No more o' these words Gentleman,<br /> +Sweet Gentleman no more, do not provoke me,<br /> +Go walk i'th' horse-fair; whistle Gentleman,<br /> +What must I do now?<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, <i>pursued by</i> Verdone.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> Help me, I am almost breathless.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> With all my heart, there's a cold pye for you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Thou strik'st me, fool.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Thou fool, stand further off then,<br /> +Deliver, deliver.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Hold fast. <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<i>He strikes up the others heels,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 20em;"><i>and takes his Sword too.</i></span><br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I never fail in't,<br /> +There's twelve pence, go buy you two leaden Daggers,<br /> +Have I done well?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Most like a Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> And we two basely lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> 'Tis but a fortune,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[Pg 397]</a></span>We shall yet find an hour. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Beau. Verd. <i>sad</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I shall be glad on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Where's my cloak, and my trinkets?<br /> +Or will you fight any longer, for a crash or two?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am your noble friend, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> It may be so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What honour shall I do you,<br /> +For this great courtesie?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> All I desire of ye,<br /> +Is to take the quarrel to your self, and let me hear no more on't,<br /> +I have no liking to't, 'tis a foolish matter,<br /> +And help me to put up my Sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Most willingly.<br /> +But I am bound to gratifie you, and I must not leave you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I tell you, I will not be gratified,<br /> +Nor I will hear no more on't: take the Swords too,<br /> +And do not anger me but leave me quietly.<br /> +For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure,<br /> +And so, and so. <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<i>Exit</i> La-writ.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This is a most rare Lawyer:<br /> +I am sure most valiant. Well <i>Dinant</i>, as you satisfie me,<br /> +I say no more: I am loaden like an Armorer. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exit</i> Cler.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> To be dispatcht upon a sleeveless errand?<br /> +To leave my friend engag'd, mine honour tainted?<br /> +These are trim things. I am set here like a Perdue,<br /> +To watch a fellow, that has wrong'd my Mistris,<br /> +A scurvy fellow that must pass this way,<br /> +But what this scurvy fellow is, or whence,<br /> +Or whether his name be <i>William</i> or <i>John</i>,<br /> +Or <i>Anthony</i> or <i>Dick</i>, or any thing, I know not;<br /> +A scurvy rascally fellow I must aim at,<br /> +And there's the office of an Asse flung on me.<br /> +Sure <i>Cleremont</i> has fought, but how come off,<br /> +And what the world shall think of me hereafter:<br /> +Well, woman, woman, I must look your rascals,<br /> +And lose my reputation: ye have a fine power over us.<br /> +These two long hours I have trotted here, and curiously<br /> +Survey'd all goers by, yet find no rascal,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[Pg 398]</a></span>Nor any face to quarel with:<br /> +What's that? <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[La-writ <i>sings within, then Enters</i>.</span><br /> +This is a rascally voice, sure it comes this way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> <i>He strook so hard, the Bason broke,</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>And</i> Tarquin <i>heard the sound</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What Mister thing is this? let me survey it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> <i>And then he strook his neck in two.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This may be a rascal, but 'tis a mad rascal,<br /> +What an Alphabet of faces he puts on!<br /> +Hey how it fences! if this should be the rogue,<br /> +As 'tis the likeliest rogue I see this day—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> <i>Was ever man for Ladies sake? down, down.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Di.</i> And what are you good Sir? down, down, down, down.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> What's that to you good Sir? down, down.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> A pox on you good Sir, down, down, down,<br /> +You with your Buckram bag, what make you here?<br /> +And from whence come you? I could fight with my shadow now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> Thou fierce man that like Sir <i>Lancelot</i> dost appear,<br /> +I need not tell thee what I am, nor eke what I make here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This is a precious knave, stay, stay, good <i>Tristram</i>,<br /> +And let me ask thy mightiness a question,<br /> +Did ye never abuse a Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Not; to abuse a Lady, is very hard, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Say you so, Sir?<br /> +Didst thou never abuse her honour?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Not; to abuse her honour, is impossible.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Certain this is the rascal: What's thy name?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> My name is <i>Cock o' two</i>, use me respectively,<br /> +I will be Cock of three else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What's all this?<br /> +You say, you did abuse a Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> You ly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And that you wrong'd her honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> That's two lyes,<br /> +Speak suddenly, for I am full of business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What art thou, or what canst thou be, thou pea-goose,<br /> +That dar'st give me the ly thus? thou mak'st me wonder.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> And wonder on, till time make all things plain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You must not part so, Sir, art thou a Gentleman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Ask those upon whose ruins I am mounted.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[Pg 399]</a></span><i>Din.</i> This is some Cavellero Knight o'th' Sun.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> I tell thee I am as good a Gentleman as the Duke;<br /> +I have atchieved—goe follow thy business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But for this Lady, Sir—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Why, hang this Lady, Sir,<br /> +And the Lady Mother too, Sir, what have I to do with Ladies?<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Tis the little Lawyers voice: has he got my way?<br /> +It should be hereabouts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Ye dry bisket rogue,<br /> +I will so swinge you for this blasphemie—<br /> +Have I found you out?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That should be <i>Dinants</i> tongue too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> And I defy thee do thy worst: <i>O ho quoth</i> Lancelot <i>tho</i>.<br /> +And that thou shalt know, I am a true Gentleman,<br /> +And speak according to the phrase triumphant;<br /> +Thy Lady is a scurvy Lady, and a shitten Lady,<br /> +And though I never heard of her, a deboshed Lady,<br /> +And thou, a squire of low degree; will that content thee?<br /> +Dost [thou] way-lay me with Ladies? A pretty sword, Sir,<br /> +A very pretty sword, I have a great mind to't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You shall not lose your longing, rogue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Hold, hold.<br /> +Hold <i>Dinant</i>, as thou art a Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> As much as you will, my hand is in now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am your friend, Sir: <i>Dinant</i> you draw your sword<br /> +Upon the Gentleman preserv'd your honour:<br /> +This was my second, and did back me nobly,<br /> +For shame forbear.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I ask your mercy, Sir, and am your servant now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> May we not fight then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am sure you shall not now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> I am sorry for't, I am sure I'le stay no longer then,<br /> +Not a jot longer: are there any more on ye afore?<br /> +I will sing still, Sir. <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<i>Exit</i> La-writ, <i>singing</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I look now you should chide me, and 'tis fit,<br /> +And with much bitterness express your anger,<br /> +I have deserv'd: yet when you know—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I thank ye,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span>Do you think that the wrong you have off'red me,<br /> +The most unmanly wrong, unfriendly wrong—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I do confess—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That boyish sleight—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Not so, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That poor and base renouncing of your honour,<br /> +Can be allaied with words?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I give you way still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Coloured with smooth excuses? Was it a friends part,<br /> +A Gentlemans, a mans that wears a Sword,<br /> +And stands upon the point of reputation,<br /> +To hide his head then, when his honour call'd him?<br /> +Call'd him aloud, and led him to his fortune?<br /> +To halt and slip the coller? by my life,<br /> +I would have given my life I had never known thee,<br /> +Thou hast eaten Canker-like into my judgement<br /> +With this disgrace, thy whole life cannot heal again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This I can suffer too, I find it honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Can you pretend an excuse now may absolve you,<br /> +Or any thing like honest, to bring you off?<br /> +Ingage me like an Asse?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Will you but hear me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Expose me like a Jade to tug, and hale through,<br /> +Laugh'd at, and almost hooted? your disgraces<br /> +Invite mens Swords and angers to dispatch me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> If you will be patient.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And be abus'd still: But that I have call'd thee friend,<br /> +And to that name allow a Sanctuary,<br /> +You should hear further from me, I would not talk thus:<br /> +But henceforth stand upon your own bottom, Sir,<br /> +And bear your own abuses, I scorn my sword<br /> +Should travel in so poor and empty quarrels.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Ha' you done yet? take your whole swing of anger,<br /> +I'le bear all with content.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why were you absent?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You know I am no Coward, you have seen that,<br /> +And therefore, out of fear forsook you not:<br /> +You know I am not false, of a treacherous nature,<br /> +Apt to betray my friend, I have fought for you too;<br /> +You know no business, that concern'd my state,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span>My kindred, or my life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Where was the fault then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> The honour of that Lady I adore,<br /> +Her credit, and her name: ye know she sent for me,<br /> +And with what haste.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What was he that traduc'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> The man i'th' Moon, I think, hither I was sent,<br /> +But to what end—<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter old</i> Lady.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> This is a pretty flim-flam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. La.</i> I am glad I have met you Sir, I have been seeking,<br /> +And seeking every where.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And now you have found him,<br /> +Declare what business, our Embassadour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> What's that to ye good man flouter? O Sir, my Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Prethee no more of thy Lady, I have too much on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Let me have a little, speak to me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> To you Sir?<br /> +'Tis more than time: All occasions set aside Sir,<br /> +Or whatsoever may be thought a business—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> Repair to me within this hour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Where?<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> What's that to you? come you, Sir, when y'are sent for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> God a mercy <i>Mumpsimus</i>,<br /> +You may goe <i>Dinant</i>, and follow this old Fairie,<br /> +Till you have lost your self, your friends, your credit,<br /> +And Hunt away your youth in rare adventures,<br /> +I can but grieve I have known you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> Will ye goe Sir?<br /> +I come not often to you with these blessings,<br /> +You m[a]y believe that thing there, and repent it,<br /> +That dogged thing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Peace touchwood.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I will not goe:<br /> +Goe bid your Lady seek some fool to fawn on her,<br /> +Some unexperienc'd puppie to make sport with,<br /> +I have been her mirth too long, thus I shake from me<br /> +The fetters she put on; thus her enchantments<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span>I blow away like wind, no more her beauty—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> Take heed Sir what you say.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Goe forward, <i>Dinant</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> The charms shot from her eyes—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> Be wise.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Be Valiant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> That tongue that tells fair tales to mens destructions<br /> +Shall never rack me more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> Stay there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Goe forward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I will now hear her, see her as a woman,<br /> +Survey her, and the power man has allow'd, Sir,<br /> +As I would do the course of common things,<br /> +Unmov'd, unstruck.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Hold there, and I forgive thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> She is not fair, and that that makes her proud,<br /> +Is not her own, our eyes bestow it on her,<br /> +To touch and kiss her is no blessedness,<br /> +A Sun-burnt Ethiops lip's as soft as her's.<br /> +Goe bid her stick some other triumph up,<br /> +And take into her favour some dull fool,<br /> +That has no pretious time to lose, no friends,<br /> +No honour, nor no life, like a bold Merchant,<br /> +A bold and banquerupt man, I have ventur'd all these,<br /> +And split my bottom: return this answer to her,<br /> +I am awake again and see her mischiefs,<br /> +And am not now, on every idle errand,<br /> +And new coyn'd anger, to be hurried,<br /> +And then despis'd again, I have forgot her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> If this be true—<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> I am sorry, I have troubled you,<br /> +More sorrie, that my Lady has adventur'd<br /> +So great a favour in so weak a mind:<br /> +This hour you have refus'd that when you come to know it,<br /> +Will run you mad, and make you curse that fellow,<br /> +She is not fair, nor handsom, so I leave you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Stay Lady, stay, but is there such a business?<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> You would break your neck 'twere yours.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> My back, you would say.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. La.</i> But play the friends part still, Sir, and undoe him,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[Pg 403]</a></span>'Tis a fair office.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I have spoke too liberally.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> I shall deliver what you say.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You shall be hang'd first,<br /> +You would fain be prating now; take the man with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> Not I, I have no power.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You may goe <i>Dinant</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> 'Tis in's own will, I had no further charge, Sir,<br /> +Than to tell him what I did, which if I had thought<br /> +It should have been receiv'd so—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Faith you may,<br /> +You do not know how far it may concern you.<br /> +If I perceiv'd any trick in't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Twill end there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Tis my fault then, there is an hour in fortune,<br /> +That must be still observ'd: you think I'le chide you,<br /> +When things must be, nay see, an he will hold his head up?<br /> +Would such a Lady send, with such a charge too?<br /> +Say she has plaid the fool, play the fool with her again,<br /> +The great fool, the greater still the better.<br /> +He shall goe with you woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Old Lady.</i> As it please him,<br /> +I know the way alone else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Where is your Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>O. Lady.</i> I shall direct you quickly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Well, I'le goe,<br /> +But what her wrongs will give me leave to say.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> We'll leave that to your selves: I shall hear from you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> As soon as I come off—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Come on then bravely;<br /> +Farewel till then, and play the man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You are merry;<br /> +All I expect is scorn: I'le lead you Lady. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h2><a name="Actus_Tertius_Scena_Prima" id="Actus_Tertius_Scena_Prima"></a><i>Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.</i></h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Champernel, Lamira, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlotte.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Beaup.</i> We'l venture on him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Out of my doors I charge thee, see me no more.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[Pg 404]</a></span><i>Lami.</i> Your Nephew?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I disclaim him,<br /> +He has no part in me, nor in my blood,<br /> +My Brother that kept fortune bound, and left<br /> +Conquest hereditary to his Issue<br /> +Could not beget a coward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> I fought, Sir,<br /> +Like a good fellow, and a Souldier too,<br /> +But men are men, and cannot make their fates:<br /> +Ascribe you to my Father what you please,<br /> +I am born to suffer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> All disgraces wretch.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Good Sir be patient.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Was there no tree,<br /> +(For to fall by a noble enemies sword,<br /> +A Coward is unworthy) nor no River,<br /> +To force thy life out backward or to drown it,<br /> +But that thou must survive thy i[n]famie?<br /> +And kill me with the sight of one I hate,<br /> +And gladly would forget?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Sir, his misfortune<br /> +Deserves not this reproof.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> In your opinion,<br /> +'Tis fit you two should be of one belief,<br /> +You are indeed fine gallants, and fight bravely<br /> +I'th' City with your tongues, but in the field<br /> +Have neither spirit to dare nor power to do,<br /> +Your swords are all lead there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> I know no duty,<br /> +(How ever you may wreak your spleen on him,)<br /> +That bindes me to endure this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> From <i>Dinant</i><br /> +You'l suffer more; that ever cursed I,<br /> +Should give my honour up, to the defence<br /> +Of such a thing as he is, or my Lady<br /> +That is all Innocent, for whom a dove would<br /> +Assume the courage of a daring Eagle,<br /> +Repose her confidence in one that can<br /> +No better guard her. In contempt of you<br /> +I love <i>Dinant</i>, mine enemy, nay admire him,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[Pg 405]</a></span>His valour claims it from me, and with justice,<br /> +He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest,<br /> +His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour,<br /> +Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too,<br /> +And kill as deadly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> You are as far from justice<br /> +In him you praise, as equitie in the censure<br /> +You load me with.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> <i>Dinant?</i> he durst not meet us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> How? durst not, Brother?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Durst not, I repeat it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Nor was it <i>Cleremont</i>'s valour that disarm'd us,<br /> +I had the better of him; for <i>Dinant</i>,<br /> +If that might make my peace with you, I dare<br /> +Write him a Coward upon every post,<br /> +And with the hazard of my life defend it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> If 'twere laid at the stake you'd lose it, Nephew.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Came he not, say you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> No, but in his room,<br /> +There was a Devil, hir'd from some Magician<br /> +I'th' shape of an Atturney.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> 'Twas he did it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> And his the honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> I could wish <i>Dinant</i>—<br /> +But what talk I of one that stept aside,<br /> +And durst not come?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I am such a friend to truth,<br /> +I cannot hear this: why do you detract<br /> +Thus poorly (I should say to others basely)<br /> +From one of such approv'd worth?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Ha! how's this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> From one so excellent in all that's noble,<br /> +Whose only weakness is excess of courage?<br /> +That knows no enemies, that he cannot master,<br /> +But his affections, and in them, the worst<br /> +His love to me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> To you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Yes, Sir, to me,<br /> +I dare (for what is that which Innocence dares not)<br /> +To you profess it: and he shun'd not the Combat<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[Pg 406]</a></span>For fear or doubt of these: blush and repent,<br /> +That you in thought e're did that wrong to valour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> Why, this is rare.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> 'Fore heaven, exceeding rare;<br /> +Why modest Lady, you that sing such Encomiums<br /> +Of your first Suiter—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> How can ye convince us<br /> +In your reports?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> With what you cannot answer,<br /> +'Twas my command that staid him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Your command?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Mine, Sir, and had my will rank'd with my power,<br /> +And his obedience, I could have sent him<br /> +With more ease, weaponless to you, and bound,<br /> +Than have kept him back, so well he loves his honour<br /> +Beyond his life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Better, and better still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I wrought with him in private to divert him<br /> +From your assur'd destruction, had he met you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> In private?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Yes, and us'd all Arts, all Charms<br /> +Of one that knew her self the absolute Mistris<br /> +Of all his faculties.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Gave all rewards too<br /> +His service could deserve; did not he take<br /> +The measure of my sheets?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Do not look yellow,<br /> +I have cause to speak; frowns cannot fright me,<br /> +By all my hopes, as I am spotless to you,<br /> +If I rest once assur'd you do but doubt me,<br /> +Or curb me of that freedom you once gave me—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> What then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I'le not alone abuse your bed, that's nothing,<br /> +But to your more vexation, 'tis resolv'd on,<br /> +I'le run away, and then try if <i>Dinant</i><br /> +Have courage to defend me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Impudent!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> And on the sudden—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> How are ye transform'd<br /> +From what you were?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[Pg 407]</a></span><i>Lam.</i> I was an innocent Virgin,<br /> +And I can truly swear, a Wife as pure<br /> +As ever lay by Husband, and will dy so,<br /> +Let me live unsuspected, I am no servant,<br /> +Nor will be us'd like one: If you desire<br /> +To keep me constant as I would be, let<br /> +Trust and belief in you beget and nurse it;<br /> +Unnecessary jealousies make more whores<br /> +Than all baits else laid to entrap our frailties.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> There's no contesting with her, from a child<br /> +Once mov'd, she hardly was to be appeas'd,<br /> +Yet I dare swear her honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> So I think too,<br /> +On better judgement: I am no Italian<br /> +To lock her up; nor would I be a Dutchman,<br /> +To have my Wife, my soveraign, to command me:<br /> +I'le try the gentler way, but if that fail,<br /> +Believe it, Sir, there's nothing but extreams<br /> +Which she must feel from me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> That, as you please, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> You have won the breeches, Madam, look up sweetly,<br /> +My Lord limps toward you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> You will learn more manners.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> This is a fee, for counsel that's unask'd for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Come, I mistook thee sweet, prethee forgive me,<br /> +I never will be jealous: e're I cherish<br /> +Such a mechanick humour, I'le be nothing;<br /> +I'le say, <i>Dinant</i> is all that thou wouldst have him,<br /> +Will that suffice?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Tis well, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Use thy freedom<br /> +Uncheck'd, and unobserv'd, if thou wilt have it,<br /> +These shall forget their honour, I my wrongs.<br /> +We'll all dote on him, hell be my reward<br /> +If I dissemble.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> And that hell take me<br /> +If I affect him, he's a lustfull villain,<br /> +(But yet no coward) and sollicites me<br /> +To my dishonour, that's indeed a quarrel,<br /> +And truly mine, which I will so revenge,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[Pg 408]</a></span>As it shall fright such as dare only think<br /> +To be adulterers.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Use thine own waies,<br /> +I give up all to thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> O women, women!<br /> +When you are pleas'd you are the least of evils.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> I'le rime to't, but provokt, the worst of Devils. <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter Monsieur</i> Sampson, <i>and three Clients</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Samp.</i> I know Monsieur <i>La-writ</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> Would he knew himself, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> He was a pretty Lawyer, a kind of pretty Lawyer,<br /> +Of a kind of unable thing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Cly.</i> A fine Lawyer, Sir,<br /> +And would have firk'd you up a business,<br /> +And out of this Court into that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> Ye are too forward<br /> +Not so fine my friends, something he could have done,<br /> +But short short.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> I know your worships favour,<br /> +You are Nephew to the Judge, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> It may be so,<br /> +And something may be done, without trotting i'th' dirt, friends;<br /> +It may be I can take him in his Chamber,<br /> +And have an hours talk, it may be so,<br /> +And tell him that in's ear; there are such courtesies;<br /> +I will not say, I can.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3 Cly.</i> We know you can, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Peradventure I, peradventure no: but where's <i>La-writ</i>?<br /> +Where's your sufficient Lawyer?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> He's blown up, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Cly.</i> Run mad and quarrels with the Dog he meets;<br /> +He is no Lawyer of this world now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Your reason?<br /> +Is he defunct? is he dead?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Cly.</i> No he's not dead yet, Sir;<br /> +But I would be loth to take a lease on's life for two hours:<br /> +Alas, he is possest Sir, with the spirit of fighting<br /> +And quarrels with all people; but how he came to it—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[Pg 409]</a></span><i>Samp.</i> If he fight well and like a Gentleman,<br /> +The man may fight, for 'tis a lawfull calling.<br /> +Look you my friends, I am a civil Gentleman,<br /> +And my Lord my Uncle loves me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3 Cly.</i> We all know it, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I think he does, Sir, I have business too, much business,<br /> +Turn you some forty or fifty Causes in a week;<br /> +Yet when I get an hour of vacancie,<br /> +I can fight too my friends, a little does well,<br /> +I would be loth to learn to fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> But and't please you Sir,<br /> +His fighting has neglected all our business,<br /> +We are undone, our causes cast away, Sir,<br /> +His not appearance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> There he fought too long,<br /> +A little and fight well, he fought too long indeed friends;<br /> +But ne'r the less things must be as they may,<br /> +And there be wayes—<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> We know, Sir, if you please—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Something I'le do: goe rally up your Causes.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> La-writ, <i>and a</i> Gentleman, <i>at the door</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>2 Cly.</i> Now you may behold Sir,<br /> +And be a witness, whether we lie or no.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I'le meet you at the Ordinary, sweet Gentlemen,<br /> +And if there be a wench or two—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> We'll have 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> No handling any Duells before I come,<br /> +We'll have no going else, I hate a coward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> There shall be nothing done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Make all the quarrels<br /> +You can devise before I come, and let's all fight,<br /> +There is no sport else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> We'll see what may be done, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> Ha? Monsieur <i>La-writ</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Baffled in way of business,<br /> +My causes cast away, Judgement against us?<br /> +Why there it goes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Cly.</i> What shall we do the whilst Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> Breed new dissentions, goe hang your selves<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[Pg 410]</a></span>'Tis all one to me; I have a new trade of living.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cli.</i> Do you hear what he saies Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> The Gentleman speaks finely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> Will any of you fight? Fighting's my occupation<br /> +If you find your selves aggriev'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> A compleat Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Avant thou buckram budget of petitions,<br /> +Thou spittle of lame causes; I lament for thee,<br /> +And till revenge be taken—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> 'Tis most excellent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-wr.</i> There, every man chuse his paper, and his place.<br /> +I'le answer ye all, I will neglect no mans business<br /> +But he shall have satisfaction like a Gentleman,<br /> +The Judge may do and not do, he's but a Monsieur.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> You have nothing of mine in your bag, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I know not Sir,<br /> +But you may put any thing in, any fighting thing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> It is sufficient, you may hear hereafter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I rest your servant Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> No more words Gentlemen<br /> +But follow me, no more words as you love me,<br /> +The Gentleman's a noble Gentleman.<br /> +I shall do what I can, and then—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cli.</i> We thank you Sir. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Sam. <i>and</i> Clients.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Not a word to disturb him, he's a Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> No cause go o' my side? the judge cast all?<br /> +And because I was honourably employed in action,<br /> +And not appear'd, pronounce? 'tis very well,<br /> +'Tis well faith, 'tis well, Judge.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> Who have we here?<br /> +My little furious Lawyer?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I say 'tis well,<br /> +But mark the end.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> How he is metamorphos'd!<br /> +Nothing of Lawyer left, not a bit of buckram,<br /> +No solliciting face now,<br /> +This is no simple conversion.<br /> +Your servant Sir, and Friend.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[Pg 411]</a></span><i>La-writ.</i> You come in time, Sir,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> The happier man, to be at your command then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> You may wonder to see me thus; but that's all one,<br /> +Time shall declare; 'tis true I was a Lawyer,<br /> +But I have mew'd that coat, I hate a Lawyer,<br /> +I talk'd much in the Court, now I hate talking,<br /> +I did you the office of a man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I must confess it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> And budg'd not, no I budg'd not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> No, you did not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> There's it then, one good turn requires another.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Most willing Sir, I am ready at your service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> There, read, and understand, and then deliver it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This is a Challenge, Sir,<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> 'Tis very like, Sir,<br /> +I seldom now write Sonnets.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> <i>O admirantis</i>,<br /> +To Monsieur <i>Vertaign</i>, the President.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> I chuse no Fool, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why, he's no Sword-man, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Let him learn, let him learn,<br /> +Time, that trains Chickens up, will teach him quickly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why, he's a Judge, an Old Man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Never too Old<br /> +To be a Gentleman; and he that is a Judge<br /> +Can judge best what belongs to wounded honour.<br /> +There are my griefs, he has cast away my causes,<br /> +In which he has bowed my reputation.<br /> +And therefore Judge, or no Judge.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Pray be rul'd Sir,<br /> +This is the maddest thing—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> You will not carry it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I do not tell you so, but if you may be perswaded.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> You know how you us'd me when I would not fight,<br /> +Do you remember, Gentleman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> The Devil's in him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> I see it in your Eyes, that you dare do it,<br /> +You have a carrying face, and you shall carry it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> The least is Banishment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Be banish'd then;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[Pg 412]</a></span>'Tis a friends part, we'll meet in <i>Africa</i>,<br /> +Or any part of the Earth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Say he will not fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> I know then what to say, take you no care, Sir,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Well, I will carry it, and deliver it,<br /> +And to morrow morning meet you in the Louver,<br /> +Till when, my service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> A Judge, or no Judge, no Judge. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exit</i> La-writ.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This is the prettiest Rogue that e'r I read of,<br /> +None to provoke to th' field, but the old President;<br /> +What face shall I put on? if I come in earnest,<br /> +I am sure to wear a pair of Bracelets;<br /> +This may make some sport yet, I will deliver it,<br /> +Here comes the President.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Vertaign, <i>with two Gentlemen</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Vert.</i> I shall find time, Gentlemen,<br /> +To do your causes good, is not that <i>Cleremont</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> 'Tis he my Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> Why does he smile upon me?<br /> +Am I become ridiculous? has your fortune, Sir,<br /> +Upon my Son, made you contemn his Father?<br /> +The glory of a Gentleman is fair bearing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Mistake me not my Lord, you shall not find that,<br /> +I come with no blown Spirit to abuse you,<br /> +I know your place and honour due unto it,<br /> +The reverence to your silver Age and Vertue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> Your face is merry still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> So is my business,<br /> +And I beseech your honour mistake me not,<br /> +I have brought you from a wild or rather Mad-man<br /> +As mad a piece of—you were wont to love mirth<br /> +In your young days, I have known your Honour woo it,<br /> +This may be made no little one, 'tis a Challenge, Sir,<br /> +Nay, start not, I beseech you, it means you no harm,<br /> +Nor any Man of Honour, or Understanding,<br /> +'Tis to steal from your serious hours a little laughter;<br /> +I am bold to bring it to your Lordship.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> 'Tis to me indeed:<br /> +Do they take me for a Sword-man at these years?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[Pg 413]</a></span><i>Cler.</i> 'Tis only worth your Honours Mirth, that's all Sir,<br /> +'Thad been in me else a sawcy rudeness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> From one <i>La-writ</i>, a very punctual Challenge.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> But if your Lordship mark it, no great matter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> I have known such a wrangling Advocate,<br /> +Such a little figent thing; Oh I remember him,<br /> +A notable talking Knave, now out upon him,<br /> +Has challeng'd me downright, defied me mortally<br /> +I do remember too, I cast his Causes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why, there's the quarrel, Sir, the mortal quarrel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> Why, what a Knave is this? as y'are a Gentleman,<br /> +Is there no further purpose but meer mirth?<br /> +What a bold Man of War! he invites me roundly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> If there should be, I were no Gentleman,<br /> +Nor worthy of the honour of my Kindred.<br /> +And though I am sure your Lordship hates my Person,<br /> +Which Time may bring again into your favour,<br /> +Yet for the manners—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> I am satisfied,<br /> +You see, Sir, I have out-liv'd those days of fighting,<br /> +And therefore cannot do him the honour to beat him my self;<br /> +But I have a Kinsman much of his ability,<br /> +His Wit and Courage, for this call him Fool,<br /> +One that will spit as senseless fire as this Fellow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And such a man to undertake, my Lord?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> Nay he's too forward; these two pitch Barrels together.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Upon my soul, no harm.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> It makes me smile,<br /> +Why, what a stinking smother will they utter!<br /> +Yes, he shall undertake, Sir, as my Champion,<br /> +Since you propound it mirth, I'll venture on it,<br /> +And shall defend my cause, but as y'are honest<br /> +Sport not with bloud.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Think not so basely, good Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> A Squire shall wait upon you from my Kinsman,<br /> +To morrow morning make you sport at full,<br /> +You want no Subject; but no wounds.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That's my care.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ver.</i> And so good day. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Vertaign, <i>and Gentlemen</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Many unto your honour.<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[Pg 414]</a></span>This is a noble Fellow, of a sweet Spirit,<br /> +Now must I think how to contrive this matter,<br /> +For together they shall go.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> O <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +I am glad I have found thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I can tell thee rare things.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> O, I can tell thee rarer,<br /> +Dost thou love me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Love thee?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Dost thou love me dearly?<br /> +Dar'st thou for my sake?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Any thing that's honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Though it be dangerous?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Pox o' dangerous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Nay wondrous dangerous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Wilt thou break my heart?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Along with me then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I must part to morrow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You shall, you shall, be faithful for this night,<br /> +And thou hast made thy friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Away, and talk not. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Lamira, <i>and Nurse</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> O Nurse, welcome, where's <i>Dinant</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> He's at my back.<br /> +'Tis the most liberal Gentleman, this Gold<br /> +He gave me for my pains, nor can I blame you,<br /> +If you yield up the fort.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> How? yield it up?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> I know not, he that loves, and gives so largely,<br /> +And a young Lord to boot, or I am cozen'd,<br /> +May enter every where.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Thou'lt make me angry.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Nur.</i> Why, if you are, I hope here's one will please you,<br /> +Look on him with my Eyes, good luck go with you:<br /> +Were I young for your sake—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[Pg 415]</a></span><i>Din.</i> I thank thee, Nurse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nur.</i> I would be tractable, and as I am—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Leave the room,<br /> +So old, and so immodest! and be careful,<br /> +Since whispers will 'wake sleeping jealousies,<br /> +That none disturb my Lord. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exit Nurse.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Will you dispatch?<br /> +Till you come to the matter be not rapt thus,<br /> +Walk in, walk in, I am your scout for once,<br /> +You owe me the like service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And will pay it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> As you respect our lives, speak not so loud.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why, do it in dumb shew then, I am silenc'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Be not so hasty, Sir, the golden Apples<br /> +Had a fell Dragon for their Guard, your pleasures<br /> +Are to be attempted with <i>Herculean</i> danger,<br /> +Or never to be gotten.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Speak the means.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Thus briefly, my Lord sleeps now, and alas,<br /> +Each Night, he only sleeps.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Go, keep her stirring.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Now if he 'wake, as sometimes he does,<br /> +He only stretches out his hand and feels,<br /> +Whether I am a bed, which being assur'd of,<br /> +He sleeps again; but should he miss me, Valour<br /> +Could not defend our lives.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What's to be done then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Servants have servile faiths, nor have I any<br /> +That I dare trust; on noble <i>Cleremont</i><br /> +We safely may rely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What man can do,<br /> +Command and boldly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Thus then in my place,<br /> +You must lye with my Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> With an old man?<br /> +Two Beards together, that's preposterous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> There is no other way, and though 'tis dangerous,<br /> +He having servants within call, and arm'd too,<br /> +Slaves fed to act all that his jealousie<br /> +And rage commands them, yet a true friend should not<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[Pg 416]</a></span>Check at the hazard of a life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I thank you,<br /> +I love my friend, but know no reason why<br /> +To hate my self; to be a kind of pander,<br /> +You see I am willing,<br /> +But to betray mine own throat you must pardon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Then I am lost, and all my hopes defeated,<br /> +Were I to hazard ten times more for you,<br /> +You should find, <i>Cleremont</i>—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You shall not outdo me,<br /> +Fall what may fall, I'll do't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But for his Beard—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> To cover that you shall have my night Linnen,<br /> +And you dispos'd of, my <i>Dinant</i> and I<br /> +Will have some private conference.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Champernel, <i>privately</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> Private doing,<br /> +Or I'll not venture.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> That's as we agree. <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter Nurse, and</i> Charlotte, <i>pass over the Stage with +Pillows, Night cloaths, and such things</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cham.</i> What can this Woman do, preserving her honour?<br /> +I have given her all the liberty that may be,<br /> +I will not be far off though, nor I will not be jealous,<br /> +Nor trust too much, I think she is vertuous,<br /> +Yet when I hold her best, she's but a Woman,<br /> +As full of frailty as of faith, a poor sleight Woman,<br /> +And her best thoughts, but weak fortifications,<br /> +There may be a Mine wrought: Well, let 'em work then,<br /> +I shall meet with it, till the signs be monstrous,<br /> +And stick upon my head, I will not believe it, <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Stands private.</i></span><br /> +She may be, and she may not, now to my observation.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Lamira.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Why do you make me stay so? if you love me—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> You are too hot and violent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Why do you shift thus<br /> +From one Chamber to another?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[Pg 417]</a></span><i>Lam.</i> A little delay, Sir,<br /> +Like fire, a little sprinkled o'r with water<br /> +Makes the desires burn clear, and ten times hotter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Why do you speak so loud? I pray'e go in,<br /> +Sweet Mistriss, I am mad, time steals away,<br /> +And when we would enjoy—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Now fie, fie, Servant,<br /> +Like sensual Beasts shall we enjoy our pleasures?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Pray do not kiss me then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Why, that I will, and you shall find anon, servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Softly, for heavens sake, you know my friend's engag'd,<br /> +A little now, now; will ye go in again?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Why do you laugh so loud, Precious?<br /> +Will you betray me; ha' my friends throat cut?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Come, come, I'll kiss thee again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Will you so? you are liberal,<br /> +If you do cozen me—<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter Nurse with Wine.</i></p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> What's this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Wine, Wine, a draught or two.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What does this Woman here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> She shall not hinder you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> This might have been spar'd,<br /> +'Tis but delay and time lost; pray send her softly off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Sit down, and mix your spirits with Wine,<br /> +I will make you another <i>Hercules</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I dare not drink;<br /> +Fie, what delays you make! I dare not,<br /> +I shall be drunk presently, and do strange things then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Not drink a cup with your Mistriss! O the pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Lady, why this? <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<i>Musick.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> We must have mirth to our Wine, Man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Pl—— o' the Musick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> God-a-mercy Wench,<br /> +If thou dost cuckold me I shall forgive thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> The house will all rise now, this will disturb all.<br /> +Did you do this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Peace, and sit quiet, fool,<br /> +You love me, come, sit down and drink.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[Pg 418]</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont <i>above</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> What a Devil ail you?<br /> +How cold I sweat! a hogs pox stop your pipes, <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Musick.</i></span><br /> +The thing will 'wake; now, now, methinks I find<br /> +His Sword just gliding through my throat. What's that?<br /> +A vengeance choak your pipes. Are you there, Lady?<br /> +Stop, stop those Rascals; do you bring me hither<br /> +To be cut into minced meat? why <i>Dinant</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I cannot do withal;<br /> +I have spoke, and spoke; I am betray'd and lost too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Do you hear me? do you understand me?<br /> +'Plague dam your Whistles. <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<i>Musick ends.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Twas but an over-sight, they have done, lye down.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Would you had done too,<br /> +You know not<br /> +In what a misery and fear I lye.<br /> +You have a Lady in your arms.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I would have— <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<i>The Recorders again.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> I'll watch you Goodman Wou'd have.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Remove for Heavens sake,<br /> +And fall to that you come for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Lie you down,<br /> +'Tis but an hours endurance now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I dare not, softly sweet Lady ——heart?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Tis nothing but your fear, he sleeps still soundly,<br /> +Lie gently down.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Pray make an end.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Come, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> These Chambers are too near. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Din. Lam.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I shall be nearer;<br /> +Well, go thy wayes, I'le trust thee through the world,<br /> +Deal how thou wilt: that that I never feel,<br /> +I'le never fear. Yet by the honour of a Souldier,<br /> +I hold thee truly noble: How these things will look,<br /> +And how their blood will curdle! Play on Children,<br /> +You shall have pap anon. O thou grand Fool,<br /> +That thou knew'st but thy fortune— <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Musick done.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Peace, good Madam,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[Pg 419]</a></span>Stop her mouth, <i>Dinant</i>, it sleeps yet, 'pray be wary,<br /> +Dispatch, I cannot endure this misery,<br /> +I can hear nothing more; I'll say my prayers,<br /> +And down again— <span style="margin-left: 18em;">[<i>Whistle within.</i></span><br /> +A thousand Alarms fall upon my quarters,<br /> +Heaven send me off; when I lye keeping Courses.<br /> +Pl—— o' your fumbling, <i>Dinant</i>; how I shake!<br /> +'Tis still again: would I were in the <i>Indies</i>. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Exit</i> Cler.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Lamira: <i>a light within</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Why do you use me thus? thus poorly? basely?<br /> +Work me into a hope, and then destroy me?<br /> +Why did you send for me? this new way train me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Mad-man, and fool, and false man, now I'll shew thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Pray put your light out.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Nay I'll hold it thus,<br /> +That all chaste Eyes may see thy lust, and scorn it.<br /> +Tell me but this when you first doted on me,<br /> +And made suit to enjoy me as your Wife,<br /> +Did you not hold me honest?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Yes, most vertuous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> And did not that appear the only lustre<br /> +That made me worth your love and admiration?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I must confess—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Why would you deal so basely?<br /> +So like a thief, a Villain?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Peace, good Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I'll speak aloud too; thus maliciously,<br /> +Thus breaking all the Rules of honesty,<br /> +Of honour and of truth, for which I lov'd you,<br /> +For which I call'd you servant, and admir'd you;<br /> +To steal that Jewel purchas'd by another,<br /> +Piously set in Wedlock, even that Jewel,<br /> +Because it had no flaw, you held unvaluable:<br /> +Can he that has lov'd good, dote on the Devil?<br /> +For he that seeks a Whore, seeks but his Agent;<br /> +Or am I of so wild and low a blood?<br /> +So nurs'd in infamies?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I do not think so,<br /> +And I repent.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[Pg 420]</a></span><i>Lam.</i> That will not serve your turn, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> It was your treaty drew me on.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> But it was your villany<br /> +Made you pursue it; I drew you but to try<br /> +How much a man, and nobly thou durst stand,<br /> +How well you had deserv'd the name of vertuous;<br /> +But you like a wild torrent, mix'd with all<br /> +Beastly and base affections came floating on,<br /> +Swelling your poyson'd billows—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Will you betray me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> To all the miseries a vext Woman may.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Let me but out,<br /> +Give me but room to toss my Sword about me,<br /> +And I will tell you y'are a treacherous woman,<br /> +O that I had but words!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> They will not serve you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But two-edg'd words to cut thee; a Lady traytor?<br /> +Perish by a proud Puppet? I did you too much honour,<br /> +To tender you my love, too much respected you<br /> +To think you worthy of my worst embraces.<br /> +Go take your Groom, and let him dally with you,<br /> +Your greasie Groom; I scorn to imp your lame stock,<br /> +You are not fair, nor handsome, I lyed loudly,<br /> +This tongue abus'd you when it spoke you beauteous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Tis very well, 'tis brave.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Put out your light,<br /> +Your lascivious eyes are flames enough<br /> +For Fools to find you out; a Lady Plotter!<br /> +Must I begin your sacrifice of mischief?<br /> +I and my friend, the first-fruits of that bloud,<br /> +You and your honourable Husband aim at?<br /> +Crooked and wretched you are both.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> To you, Sir,<br /> +Yet to the Eye of Justice straight as Truth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Is this a womans love? a womans mercy?<br /> +Do you profess this seriously? do you laugh at me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Ha, ha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Pl—— light upon your scorns, upon your flatteries,<br /> +Upon your tempting faces, all destructions;<br /> +A bedrid winter hang upon your cheeks,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[Pg 421]</a></span>And blast, blast, blast those buds of Pride that paint you;<br /> +Death in your eyes to fright men from these dangers:<br /> +Raise up your trophy, <i>Cleremont</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What a vengeance ail you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> What dismal noise! is there no honour in you?<br /> +<i>Cleremont</i>, we are betrayed, betrayed, sold by a woman;<br /> +Deal bravely for thy self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This comes of rutting;<br /> +Are we made stales to one another?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Yes, we are undone, lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You shall pay for't grey-beard.<br /> +Up, up, you sleep your last else. <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">{<i>Lights above, two Servants</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">{<i>and</i> Anabel.</span><br /> +<i>1 Serv.</i> No, not yet, Sir,<br /> +Lady, look up, would you have wrong'd this Beauty?<br /> +Wake so tender a Virgin with rough terms?<br /> +You wear a Sword, we must entreat you leave it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Serv.</i> Fye Sir, so sweet a Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Was this my bed-fellow, pray give me leave to look,<br /> +I am not mad yet, I may be by and by.<br /> +Did this lye by me?<br /> +Did I fear this? is this a Cause to shake at?<br /> +Away with me for shame, I am a Rascal.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, +Cleremont, <i>and two Servants</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> I am amaz'd too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> We'll recover you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> You walk like <i>Robin-good-fellow</i> all the house over,<br /> +And every man afraid of you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Tis well, Lady;<br /> +The honour of this deed will be your own,<br /> +The world shall know your bounty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> What shall we do with 'em?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Geld me,<br /> +For 'tis not fit I should be a man again,<br /> +I am an Ass, a Dog.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Take your revenges,<br /> +You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Anab.</i> A brave man, an admirable brave man;<br /> +Well, well, I would not be so tryed again;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[Pg 422]</a></span>A very handsome proper Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Will you let me lye by her but one hour more,<br /> +And then hang me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely,<br /> +You have reason to seek bloud.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Not as you are noble.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> We have done that already.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> You are welcome, Gentlemen,<br /> +I am glad my house has any pleasure for you,<br /> +I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair,<br /> +And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen;<br /> +Have you any more mind to Wenches?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> To be abus'd too? Lady, you might have help'd this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand<br /> +Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Never whilst you live.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You cannot tell—now, Sir, a parting hand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Down and Roses:<br /> +Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue,<br /> +No revelation in thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Were you well frighted?<br /> +Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours?<br /> +That's all your punishment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> It might have been all yours,<br /> +Had not a block-head undertaken it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> And now, when you dare fight,<br /> +We are on even Ice again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Tis well:<br /> +To be a Mistris, is to be a monster,<br /> +And so I leave your house, and you for ever.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Leave your wild lusts, and then you are a master.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> You may depart too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I had rather stay here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Faith we shall fright you worse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not in that manner,<br /> +There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Come <i>Cleremont</i>, this is the hour of fool.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[Pg 423]</a></span><i>Champ.</i> How coolly these hot gallants are departed!<br /> +Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done,<br /> +To lye so still, and so long.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Anab.</i> 'Twas your pleasure,<br /> +If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> O my best Wife,<br /> +Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> The more trust you commit, the more care still,<br /> +Goodness and vertue shall attend my will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains.<br /> +We have our honours home, and they their pains. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h2><a name="Actus_Quartus_Scena_Prima" id="Actus_Quartus_Scena_Prima"></a><i>Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.</i></h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, Dinant.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> It holds, they will go thither.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> To their Summer-house?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliction,<br /> +Only to insult upon our miseries.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Are you provided?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Yes, yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Throughly?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Throughly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> At such an hour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Have I a memory?<br /> +A Cause, and Will to do? thou art so sullen—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And shall be, till I have a fair reparation.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune,<br /> +Which if I come so near again: I say nothing,<br /> +But if I sweat not in another fashion—<br /> +O, a delicate Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> 'Tis certain a most handsome one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And me thought the thing was angry with it self too<br /> +It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you,<br /> +I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart,<br /> +And my hour is come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Miss not your time.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I dare not. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[Pg 424]</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Sampson, <i>and a Gentleman</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Gent.</i> I presume, Sir, you now need no instruction,<br /> +But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman;<br /> +You bear your Uncles cause.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Do not disturb me,<br /> +I understand my cause, and the right carriage.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Be not too bloody.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> As I find my enemy; if his sword bite,<br /> +If it bite, Sir, you must pardon me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> No doubt he is valiant,<br /> +He durst not undertake else,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> He's most welcome,<br /> +As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> But say he should relent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> He dies relenting,<br /> +I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting,<br /> +If he pray, praying, <i>ipso facto</i>, praying,<br /> +Your honourable way admits no prayer,<br /> +And if he fight, he falls, there's his <i>quietus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Y'are nobly punctual, let's retire and meet 'em,<br /> +But still, I say, have mercy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> I say, honour. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, +Charlote <i>and a Servant</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> Will not you go sweet-heart?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Go? I'le fly with thee.<br /> +I stay behind?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> My Father will be there too,<br /> +And all our best friends.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> And if we be not merry,<br /> +We have hard luck, Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Faith let's have a kind of play.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> What shall it be?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> The story of <i>Dinant</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> With the merry conceits of <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +His Fits and Feavers.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> But I'le lie still no more.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[Pg 425]</a></span><i>Lam.</i> That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport,<br /> +And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it!<br /> +Have you given order for the Coach?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> Yes, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> My easie Nag, and padd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 'Tis making ready.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Champ.</i> Where are your Horses?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> Ready at an hour, Sir: we'll not be last.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Fie, what a night shall we have!<br /> +A roaring, merry night.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> We'll flie at all, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I'le flie at thee too, finely, and so ruffle thee,<br /> +I'le try your Art upon a Country pallet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Brag not too much, for fear I should expect it,<br /> +Then if you fail—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Thou saiest too true, we all talk.<br /> +But let's in, and prepare, and after dinner<br /> +Begin our mirthful pilgrimage.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> He that's sad,<br /> +A crab-face'd Mistris cleave to him for this year. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, <i>and</i> La-writ.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>La-writ.</i> Since it cannot be the Judge—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Tis a great deal better.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> You are sure, he is his kinsman? a Gentleman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> As arrant a Gentleman, and a brave fellow,<br /> +And so near to his blood—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> It shall suffice,<br /> +I'le set him further off, I'le give a remove<br /> +Shall quit his kindred, I'le lopp him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cl[e]r.</i> Will ye kill him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> And there were no more Cousins in the world I kill him,<br /> +I do mean, Sir, to kill all my Lords kindred.<br /> +For every cause a Cousin.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> How if he have no more Cousins?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> The next a kin then to his Lordships favour;<br /> +The man he smiles upon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why this is vengeance, horrid, and dire.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I love a dire revenge:<br /> +Give me the man that will all others kill,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[Pg 426]</a></span>And last himself,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You stole that resolution.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I had it in a Play, but that's all one,<br /> +I wou'd see it done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Come, you must be more merciful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> To no Lords Cousins in the world, I hate 'em;<br /> +A Lords Cousin to me is a kind of Cockatrice,<br /> +If I see him first, he dies.<br /> +A strange Antipathy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> What think you of their Nieces?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> If I like 'em,<br /> +They may live, and multiply; 'tis a cold morning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Tis sharp indeed; you have broke your fast?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> No verily.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Your valour would have ask'd a good foundation.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Hang him, I'le kill him fasting.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Sampson <i>and the Gent</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Cler.</i> Here they come,<br /> +Bear your self in your language, smooth and gently,<br /> +When your swords argue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> 'Pray Sir, spare your precepts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I have brought you, Sir—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> 'Tis very well, no words,<br /> +You are welcome, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I thank you, Sir, few words.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I'le kill you for your Uncles sake.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I love you,<br /> +I'le cut your throat for your own sake.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I esteem of you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Let's render 'em honest, and fair, Gentlemen,<br /> +Search my friend, I'le search yours.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> That's quickly done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You come with no Spells, nor Witchcrafts?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I come fairly to kill him honestly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Hang Spells, and Witchcrafts,<br /> +I come to kill my Lords Nephew like a Gentleman,<br /> +And so I kiss his hand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> This Doublet is too stiff.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Off with't, I hate it,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[Pg 427]</a></span>And all such fortifications, feel my skin,<br /> +If that be stiff, flea that off too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 'Tis no soft one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Off with't, I say:<br /> +I'le fight with him like a flea'd Cat.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> You are well, you are well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> You must uncase too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +But tell me this, why should I mix mine honour<br /> +With a fellow, that has ne're a lace in's shirt?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> That's a main point, my friend has two.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That's true, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Base and degenerate Cousin, dost not thou know<br /> +An old, and tatter'd colours, to the enemy,<br /> +Is of more honour, and shews more ominous?<br /> +This shirt, five times, victorious I have fought under,<br /> +And cut through squadrons of your curious cut-works,<br /> +As I will do through thine, shake, and be satisfied.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This is unanswerable.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> But may I fight with a foul shirt?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Most certain, so it be a fighting shirt,<br /> +Let it be ne're so foul, or lowsie, <i>Cæsar</i> wore such a one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Saint <i>Denis</i> then: I accept your shirt.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not so forward, first you must talk,<br /> +'Tis a main point, of the French method,<br /> +Talk civilly, and make your cause Authentick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> No weapon must be near you, nor no anger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> When you have done, then stir your resolutions,<br /> +Take to your Weapons bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> 'Tis too cold;<br /> +This for a Summer fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not for a world you should transgress the rules.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> 'Tis pievish weather,<br /> +I had rather fight without.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> An 'twere in a River.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Where both stood up to th' chins.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Then let's talk quickly,<br /> +Pl—— o' this circumstance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Are the Horses come yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Yes certain: give your swords to us, now civilly.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span><i>Cler.</i> We'll stand a while off; take the things, and leave 'em,<br /> +You know when, and let the children play:<br /> +This is a dainty time of year for puppies,<br /> +Would the old Lord were here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> He would dye with laughter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am sorry I have no time to see this game out,<br /> +Away, away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Here's like to be a hot fight,<br /> +Call when y'are fit. <span style="margin-left: 16em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Cler. <i>and Gent.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Why look you Sir, you seem to be a Gentleman,<br /> +And you come in honour of your Uncle, boh, boh, 'tis very cold;<br /> +Your Uncle has offer'd me some few affronts,<br /> +Past flesh and blood to bear: boh, boh, wondrous cold.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> My Lord, mine Uncle, is an honourable man,<br /> +And what he offers, boh, boh, cold indeed,<br /> +Having made choice of me, an unworthy kinsman,<br /> +Yet take me with you: boh, boh, pestilence cold,<br /> +Not altogether.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Boh, boh, I say altogether.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> You say you know not what then? boh, boh, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Sir me with your sword in your hand;<br /> +You have a scurvy Uncle, you have a most scurvy cause,<br /> +And you are—boh, boh.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Boh, boh, what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> A shitten scurvy Cousin.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> Our Swords; our Swords;<br /> +Thou art a Dog, and like a Dog, our Swords.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Our weapons Gentlemen: ha? where's your second?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Where's yours?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> So ho; our weapons.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Wa, ha, ho, our weapons;<br /> +Our Doublets and our weapons, I am dead.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> First, second, third, a pl—— be wi' you Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Are these the rules of honour? I am starv'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> They are gone, and we are here; what shall we do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> O for a couple of Faggots.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Hang a couple of Faggots.<br /> +Dar'st thou take a killing cold with me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I have it already.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Rogues, Thieves, boh, boh, run away with our Doublets?<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[Pg 429]</a></span>To fight at Buffets now, 'twere such a May-game.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> There were no honour in't, pl—— on't, 'tis scurvy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Or to revenge my wrongs at fisty-cuffes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> My Lord, mine Uncles cause, depend on Boxes?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Let's go in quest, if we ever recover 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I, come, our Colds together, and our Doublets.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> Give me thy hand; thou art a valiant Gentleman,<br /> +I say if ever we recover 'em—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Let's get into a house and warm our hearts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> There's ne're a house within this mile, beat me,<br /> +Kick me and beat me as I go, and I'le beat thee too,<br /> +To keep us warm; if ever we recover 'em—<br /> +Kick hard, I am frozen: so, so, now I feel it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I am dull yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-w.</i> I'le warm thee, I'le warm thee—Gentlemen?<br /> +Rogues, Thieves, Thieves: run now I'le follow thee. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Vertaign, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, +Annabel, Charlote, <i>Nurse</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Verta.</i> Use legs, and have legs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> You that have legs say so,<br /> +I put my one to too much stress.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verdo.</i> Your Horse, Sir,<br /> +Will meet you within half a mile.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I like<br /> +The walk so well, I should not miss my Coach,<br /> +Though it were further. <i>Annabel</i> thou art sad:<br /> +What ails my Niece?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> She's still musing, Sister,<br /> +How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> Old as I am, he would have startled me,<br /> +Nor can you blame her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> Had I ta'ne her place,<br /> +I know not, but I fear, I should ha' shreek'd,<br /> +Though he had never offer'd—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Out upon thee,<br /> +Thou wouldst have taught him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> I think, with your pardon,<br /> +That you wish now you had.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I am glad I yield you <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Cornet.</i></span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[Pg 430]</a></span>Such ample scope of mirth. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Musick within.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Nay, be not angry,<br /> +There's no ill meant: ha? Musick, and choice Musick?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> 'Tis near us in the Grove; what courteous bounty<br /> +Bestows it on us? my dancing days are done;<br /> +Yet I would thank the giver, did I know him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verdo.</i> 'Tis questionless, some one of your own Village,<br /> +That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither,<br /> +Prepares it for your entertainment, and<br /> +The honour of my Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I think rather,<br /> +Some of your Lordships Clients.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaup.</i> What say you Cousin,<br /> +If they should prove your Suitors?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> That's most likely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> I say if you are noble, be't who will,<br /> +Go presently and thank 'em: I can jump yet,<br /> +Or tread a measure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Like a Millers Mare.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurs.</i> I warrant you well enough to serve the Country,<br /> +I'le make one, and lead the way. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> Do you note,<br /> +How zealous the old Crone is?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> And you titter<br /> +As eagerly as she: come sweet, we'll follow,<br /> +No ill can be intended. <span style="margin-left: 13em;">[<i>Musick ends.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I ne're feared yet. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">SONG in the Wood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<i><span class="i0">This way, this way come and hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You that hold these pleasures dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fill your ears with our sweet sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst we melt the frozen ground:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This way come, make haste oh fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let your clear eyes gild the Air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come and bless us with your sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This way, this way, seek delight.<br /></span> +</i></div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter company of Gentlemen, like Ruffians.</i></p></div> + +<p> +<i>1 Gent.</i> They are ours, but draw them on a little further<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[Pg 431]</a></span>From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket,<br /> +And we may do't, as safe as in a Castle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> They follow still; the President <i>Vertaigne</i><br /> +Comes on a pace, and <i>Champernel</i> limps after;<br /> +The Women, as if they had wings, and walk't<br /> +Upon the Air, fly to us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> They are welcome,<br /> +We'll make 'em sport; make a stand here, all know<br /> +How we are to proceed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> We are instructed. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Still Musick within.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> One strain or two more. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Gent. off.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Vertaigne, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, +Anabel, <i>Nurse</i>, Charlote.</p></div> + +<p> +Excellent, they are come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurse.</i> We cannot miss, in such a business, yet<br /> +Mine ear ne'r fail'd me. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Musick for the Dance.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> Would we were at it once,<br /> +I do not walk, but Dance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> You shall have dancing.<br /> +Begin, and when I give the word—<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> No more:<br /> +We are instructed. <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<i>Dance.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Beaupre.</i> But win us fairly—<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> O Sir, we do not come to try your valour,<br /> +But to possess you, yet we use you kindly<br /> +In that, like English Thieves, we kill you not,<br /> +But are contented with the spoil.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Oh Heaven!<br /> +How hath mine age deserv'd this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Hell confound it,<br /> +This comes of walking; had I kept my legs,<br /> +Or my good Horse, my Armour on,<br /> +My Staff in my rest, and this good Sword too, friend,<br /> +How I would break and scatter these.<br /> +<br /> +<i>All Gent.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Do you scorn me Rogues?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurs.</i> Nay, Gentlemen, kind Gentlemen,<br /> +Or honest keepers of these woods, but hear me,<br /> +Be not so rough; if you are taken with<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[Pg 432]</a></span>My beauty, as it hath been worth the seeking,<br /> +Some one or two of you try me in private,<br /> +You shall not find me squeamish.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Charl.</i> Do not kill me,<br /> +And do your worst, I'le suffer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Peace vile creatures.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> Do you know me, or my place, that you presume not<br /> +To touch my person?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> If you are well, rest so,<br /> +Provoke not angry Wasps.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> You are Wasps indeed,<br /> +Never created to yield Wax or Honey,<br /> +But for your Countries torment; yet if you are men,<br /> +(As you seem such in shape) if true born French-men,<br /> +However want compels you to these courses,<br /> +Rest satisfied with what you can take from us,<br /> +(These Ladies honours, and our liberties safe)<br /> +We freely give it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> You give but our own.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Look on these grey hairs, as you would be old,<br /> +Their tears, as you would have yours to find mercy<br /> +When Justice shall o'retake you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Look on me,<br /> +Look on me Rascals, and learn of me too,<br /> +That have been in some part of your profession,<br /> +Before that most of you ere suck'd, I know it,<br /> +I have rode hard, and late too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Take heed, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Then use me like a Brother of the Trade,<br /> +For I have been at Sea, as you on land are,<br /> +Restore my Matrimony undefil'd,<br /> +Wrong not my Neece, and for our gold or silver,<br /> +If I pursue you, hang me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nurs.</i> 'Tis well offer'd,<br /> +And as I said, sweet Gentlemen, with sowre faces,<br /> +If you are high, and want some sport, or so,<br /> +(As living without action here, you may do)<br /> +Forbear their tender grissels, they are meat<br /> +Will wash away, there is no substance in it,<br /> +We that are expert in the game, and tough too,<br /> +Will hold you play.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[Pg 433]</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant <i>and</i> Cleremont.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>1 Gent.</i> This Hen longs to be troden.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Lackey, my Horse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This way, I heard the cries<br /> +Of distress'd Women.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Stand upon your guard.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Who's here? my witty, scornful Lady-plot<br /> +In the hands of Ruffians?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And my fine cold virgin,<br /> +That was insensible of man, and woman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Justice too,<br /> +Without a sword to guard it self?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> And valour with its hands bound?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> And the great Souldier dull?<br /> +Why this is strange.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> <i>Dinant</i> as thou art noble—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> As thou art valiant <i>Cleremont</i>—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> As ever I appear'd lovely—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> As you ever hope<br /> +For what I would give gladly—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Pretty conjurations.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> All injuries a little laid behind you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Shew your selves men, and help us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Though your many<br /> +And gross abuses of me should more move me<br /> +To triumph in your miseries than relieve you,—<br /> +Yet that hereafter you may know that I<br /> +The scorn'd and despis'd <i>Dinant</i>, know what does<br /> +Belong to honour, thus—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I will say little, <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Fight.</i></span><br /> +Speak thou for me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> 'Tis bravely fought.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Brave tempers,<br /> +To do thus for their enemies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> They are lost yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> You that would rescue others, shall now feel<br /> +What they were born to.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Hurry them away. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Ex. Manent</i> Vert. <i>and</i> Champernel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[Pg 434]</a></span><i>Cham.</i> That I could follow them.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> I only can lament my fortune, and desire of heaven<br /> +A little life for my revenge.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> The Provost<br /> +Shall fire the woods, but I will find 'em out,<br /> +No cave, no rock, nor hell shall keep them from<br /> +My searching vengeance.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> La-writ, <i>and</i> Sampson.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>La-writ.</i> O cold! O fearfull cold! plague of all seconds.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Samp.</i> O for a pint of burnt wine, or a sip<br /> +Of <i>aqua-fortis</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> The rogues have met with these two<br /> +Upon my life and rob'd 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> As you are honourable Gentlemen,<br /> +Impart unto a couple of cold combatants.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> My Lord, mine uncle as I live.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Pox take him.<br /> +How that word has warm'd my mouth!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Why how now Cousin?<br /> +Why, why? and where man, have you been? at a Poulters<br /> +That you are cas'd thus like a rabbet? I could laugh now,<br /> +And I shall laugh, for all I have lost my Children,<br /> +Laugh monstrously.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> What are they?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Give me leave Sir,<br /> +Laugh more and more, never leave laughing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Why Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Why 'tis such a thing I smell it Sir, I smell it,<br /> +Such a ridiculous thing,—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Do you laugh at me my Lord?<br /> +I am very cold, but that should not be laught at.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> What art thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> What art thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> If he had his doublet.—<br /> +And his sword by his side, as a Gentleman ought to have.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Peace Monsieur <i>Sampson</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Come hither little Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Base is the slave commanded: come to me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> This is the little advocate.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[Pg 435]</a></span><i>Cham.</i> What advocate?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> The little advocate that sent me a challenge,<br /> +I told you that my Nephew undertook it,<br /> +And what 'twas like to prove: now you see the issue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Is this the little Lawyer?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> You have a sword Sir,<br /> +And I have none, you have a doublet too<br /> +That keeps you warm, and makes you merry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> If your Lordship knew<br /> +The nature, and the nobleness of the Gentleman,<br /> +Though he shew slight here, and at what gusts of danger<br /> +His manhood has arrived,<br /> +But that<br /> +Mens fates are foolish,<br /> +And often headlong overrun their fortunes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> That little Lawyer would so prick his ears up,<br /> +And bite your honour by the nose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Say you so Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> So niggle about your grave shins Lord <i>Verta[ig]ne</i> too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> No more sweet Gentleman, no more of that Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I will have more, I must have more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Out with it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Nay he is as brave a fellow.—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Have I caught you? <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Strikes him down.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Do not kill him, do not kill him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> No, no, no, I will not. Do you peep again?<br /> +Down down proud heart.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> O valour,<br /> +Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee,<br /> +My Kingdom for a sword.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I'le sword you presently,<br /> +I'le claw your skin coat too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Away good <i>Sampson</i>,<br /> +You go to grass else instantly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> But do not murder my brave friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Not one word.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> If you do sirra—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Must I goe off dishonour'd?<br /> +Adversity tries valour, so I leave thee. <span style="margin-left: 6em;">[<i>Exit</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Are you a Lawyer Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[Pg 436]</a></span><i>La-writ.</i> I was, I was Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Nay never look, your Lawyers pate is broken,<br /> +And your litigious blood about your ears sirra,<br /> +Why do you fight and snarle?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I was possest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I'le dispossess you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> <i>Et tu Brute?</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Beat him no more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Alas Sir I must beat him,<br /> +Beat him into his business again, he will be lost else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> Then take your way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Ly still, and doe not struggle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I am patient,<br /> +I never saw my blood before, it jades me,<br /> +I have no more heart now than a goose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Why sirra, why do you leave your trade, your trade of living,<br /> +And send your challenges like thunderbolts,<br /> +To men of honour'd place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I understand Sir,<br /> +I never understood before your beating.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Does this work on you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Do you thank me for't?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> As well as a beaten man can.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> And do you promise me,<br /> +To fall close to your trade again? leave brawling?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> If you will give me leave and life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> And ask this noble man forgiveness?<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Heartily.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Rise then, and get you gone, and let me hear of you<br /> +As of an advocate new vampt; no more words,<br /> +Get you off quickly, and make no murmurs,<br /> +I shall pursue you else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I have done sweet Gentlemen. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Verta.</i> But we forget our selves, our friends and Children.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> We'l raise the country first, then take our fortunes. <span style="margin-left: 4em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter one</i> Gentleman, <i>and</i> Lamira.</p></div> + +<p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[Pg 437]</a></span><i>1 Gent.</i> Shall I entreat for what I may command?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Think on my birth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Here I am only Noble,<br /> +A King, and thou in my dominions, fool,<br /> +A subject and a slave.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Be not a Tyrant,<br /> +A ravisher of honour, gentle Sir,<br /> +And I will think ye such, and on my knees,<br /> +As to my Soveraign, pay a Subjects duty,<br /> +With prayers and tears.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> I like this humble carriage,<br /> +I will walk by, but kneel you still and weep too,<br /> +It shews well, while I meditate on the prey,<br /> +Before I seize it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Is there no mercie, Heaven?<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter second</i> Gent. <i>and</i> Anabel.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Not kiss you?<br /> +I will kiss and kiss again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Savage villain!<br /> +My Innocence be my strength, I do defie thee,<br /> +Thus scorn and spit at thee; will you come on Sir?<br /> +You are hot, there is a cooler.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> A virago?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> No, loathsome Goat, more, more, I am that Goddess,<br /> +That here with whips of steel in hell hereafter<br /> +Scourge rape and theft.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> I'le try your deity.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> My chastity, and this knife held by a Virgin,<br /> +Against thy lust, thy sword and thee a Beast,<br /> +Call on for the encounter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Now what think you? <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Throws her and taks her Knife.</i></span><br /> +Are you a Goddess?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> In me their power suffers,<br /> +That should protect the Innocent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> I am all fire,<br /> +And thou shall quench it, and serve my pleasures.<br /> +Come partner in the spoil and the reward,<br /> +Let us enjoy our purchase.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O <i>Dinant</i>!<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[Pg 438]</a></span>O Heaven! O Husband!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> O my <i>Cleremont</i>!<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Two are our slaves they call on, bring 'em forth<br /> +As they are chain'd together, let them see<br /> +And suffer in the object.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, <i>and</i> Cleremont, <i>bound by the rest of the +Gent</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>2 Gent.</i> While we sit<br /> +And without pity hear 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> By my life,<br /> +I suffer more for thee than for my self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Be a man <i>Cleremont</i>, and look upon 'em<br /> +As such that not alone abus'd our service,<br /> +Fed us with hopes most bitter in digestion,<br /> +But when love fail'd, to draw on further mischief,<br /> +The baits they laid for us, were our own honours,<br /> +Which thus hath made us slaves too, worse than slaves.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> He dies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Pray hold, give him a little respite.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I see you now beyond expression wretched,<br /> +The wit you brag'd of fool'd, that boasted honour,<br /> +As you believ'd compass'd with walls of brass,<br /> +To guard it sure, subject to be o'rethrown<br /> +With the least blast of lust.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> A most sad truth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> That confidence which was not to be shaken<br /> +In a perpetual fever, and those favours,<br /> +Which with so strong and Ceremonious duty<br /> +Your lover and a Gentleman long sought for,<br /> +Sought, sued, and kneel'd in vain for, must you yield up<br /> +To a licentious villain, that will hardly<br /> +Allow you thanks for't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Something I must say too,<br /> +And to you pretty one, though crying one;<br /> +To be hang'd now, when these worshipful benchers please,<br /> +Though I know not their faces that condemn me,<br /> +A little startles me, but a man is nothing,<br /> +A Maidenhead is the thing, the thing all aim at;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[Pg 439]</a></span>Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too,<br /> +When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you<br /> +Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me,<br /> +To make you sport, you had given a little hint,<br /> +A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal,<br /> +And by a mortal woman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Pray you no more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me,<br /> +I would have hired the best of all our Poets<br /> +To have sung so much, and so well in the honour<br /> +Of that nights joy, that <i>Ovids</i> afternoon,<br /> +Nor his <i>Corinna</i> should again be mention'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I do repent, and wish I had.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> That's comfort,<br /> +But now—<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Another that will have it offer'd,<br /> +Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> A rogue, a ruffian.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> As you love your throat,—<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Away with them.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> O <i>Cleremont</i>!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O <i>Dinant</i>!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows,<br /> +Your fears to my fears.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> To your wishes mine,<br /> +This slave may prove unable to perform,<br /> +Till I perform the task that I was born for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Amen, amen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Drag the slaves hence, for you<br /> +A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways<br /> +You can to please me, or the deed being done,<br /> +You are but dead.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gen.</i> This strong Vault shall contain you,<br /> +There think how many for your maidenhead<br /> +Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it<br /> +With penitence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> No humane help can save you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ladyes.</i> Help, help!<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you.<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[Pg 440]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Actus_Quintus_Scena_Prima" id="Actus_Quintus_Scena_Prima"></a><i>Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.</i></h2> + + +<p> +A Horrid noise of Musique within,<br /> +<i>Enter one and opens the door, in which</i> Lamira <i>and</i><br /> +Anabel <i>were shut, they in all fear</i>.<br /> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> O Cousin how I shake all this long night!<br /> +What frights and noises we have heard, still they encrease,<br /> +The villains put on shapes to torture us,<br /> +And to their Devils form such preparations<br /> +As if they were a hatching new dishonours,<br /> +And fatal ruine, past dull mans invention.<br /> +Goe not too far, and pray good Cousin <i>Anabel</i>,<br /> +Hark a new noise. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>A strange Musick. Sackbut & Troop Musick.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> They are exquisite in mischief,<br /> +I will goe on, this room gives no protection,<br /> +More than the next, what's that? how sad and hollow,<br /> +The sound comes to us. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Thieves peeping. Louder.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Groaning? or singing is it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> The wind I think, murmuring amongst old rooms.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Now it grows lowder, sure some sad presage<br /> +Of our foul loss—look now they peep.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Pox peep 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O give them gentle language.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Give 'em rats-bane. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Peep above.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Now they are above.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I would they were i'th' Center.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Thou art so foolish desperate.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Since we must lose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Call 'em brave fellows, Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Call 'em rogues,<br /> +Rogues as they are, rude rogues, uncivil villains.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Look an thou woo't beware, dost thou feel the danger?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Till the danger feel me, thus will I talk still,<br /> +And worse when that comes too; they cannot eat me.<br /> +This is a punishment, upon our own prides<br /> +Most justly laid; we must abuse brave Gentlemen,<br /> +Make 'em tame fools, and hobby-horses, laugh and jear at<br /> +Such men too, and so handsom and so Noble,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[Pg 441]</a></span>That howsoe're we seem'd to carry it—<br /> +Wou'd 'twere to do again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I do confess cousin,<br /> +I was too harsh, too foolish.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Do you feel it?<br /> +Do you find it now? take heed o'th' punishment,<br /> +We might have had two gallant Gentlemen,<br /> +Proper, young, O how it tortures me!<br /> +Two Devils now, two rascals, two and twenty—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O think not so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Nay an we 'scape so modestly—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> May we be worthy any eyes, or knowledge,<br /> +When we are used thus?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Why not? why do you cry?<br /> +Are we not women still? what were we made for?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> But thus, thus basely—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> 'Tis against our [w]ills,<br /> +And if there come a thousand so,—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Out on thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You are a fool, what we cannot resist,<br /> +Why should we grieve and blush for? there be women,<br /> +And they that bear the name of excellent women<br /> +Would give their whole estates to meet this fortune.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Hark, a new noise. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>New sound within.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Let 'em goe on, I fear not,<br /> +If wrangling, fighting and scratching cannot preserve me,<br /> +Why so be it Cousin; if I be ordain'd<br /> +To breed a race of rogues.—<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter four over the stage with</i> Beaupre, <i>and</i> Verdone, +<i>bound and halters about their necks</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> They come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Be firm,<br /> +They are welcom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> What mask of death is this? O my dear Brother.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> My Couz too; why now y'are glorious villains.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O shall we lose our honours?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Let 'em goe,<br /> +When death prepares the way, they are but Pageants.<br /> +Why must these dye?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[Pg 442]</a></span><i>Beau.</i> Lament your own misfortunes,<br /> +We perish happily before your ruins.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Has mischief ne'r a tongue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Yes foolish woman,<br /> +Our Captains will is death.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You dare not do it.<br /> +Tell thy base boisterous Captain what I say,<br /> +Thy lawless Captain that he dares not;<br /> +Do you laugh you rogue? you pamper'd rogue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Good Sir,<br /> +Good Cousin gently, as y'are a Gentleman,—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> A Gentleman? a slave, a dog, the devils harbinger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Sir as you had a Mother.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> He a Mother?<br /> +Shame not the name of Mother, a she Bear<br /> +A bloody old wolf bitch, a woman Mother?<br /> +Looks that rude lump, as if he had a Mother?<br /> +Intreat him? hang him, do thy worst, thou dar'st not,<br /> +Thou dar'st not wrong their lives, thy Captain dares not,<br /> +They are persons of more price.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ver.</i> What e're we suffer<br /> +Let not your angers wrong you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You cannot suffer,<br /> +The men that do this deed, must live i'th' moon<br /> +Free from the gripe of Justice.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Is it not better?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Is it not better? let 'em goe on like rascals<br /> +And put false faces on; they dare not do it;<br /> +Flatter such scabbs of nature?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Woman, woman<br /> +The next work is with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Unbind those Gentlemen,<br /> +And put their fatal fortunes on our necks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> As you have mercy do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> As you are monsters.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Fright us no more with shipwrack of our honours<br /> +Nor if there be a guilt by us committed<br /> +Let it endanger those.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I say they dare not,<br /> +There be a thousand gallouses, ye rogues,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[Pg 443]</a></span>Tortures, ye bloody rogues, wheels.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Stay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Stay.<br /> +Stay and I'le flatter too: good sweet fac'd Gentlemen,<br /> +You excellent in honesty; O Kinsmen!<br /> +O Noble kinsmen!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Away with 'em. <span style="margin-left: 12em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Ver. Beaup. <i>and</i> Gent.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Stay yet.<br /> +The Devil and his lovely dam walk with you,<br /> +Come fortify your self, if they do dy,<br /> +Which all their ruggedness cannot rack into me,<br /> +They cannot find an hour more Innocent,<br /> +Nor more friends to revenge 'em.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, <i>disguis'd.</i></p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> Now stand constant,<br /> +For now our tryal's come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> This beautie's mine,<br /> +Your minute moves not yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> She sinks if Christian,<br /> +If any spark of noble heat.—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Rise Lady<br /> +And fearless rise, there's no dishonour meant you,<br /> +Do you know my tongue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I have heard it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Mark it better,<br /> +I am one that loves you, fairly, nobly loves you,<br /> +Look on my face?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> O Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> No more words, softly<br /> +Hark, but hark wisely how, understand well,<br /> +Suspect not, fear not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You have brought me comfort.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> If you think me worthy of your husband,<br /> +I am no rogue nor Begger, if you dare do thus—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You are Monsieur <i>Cleremont</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I am the same,<br /> +If you dare venture, speak, if not I leave you,<br /> +And leave you to the mercy of these villains<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[Pg 444]</a></span>That will not wooe ye much.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Save my reputation,<br /> +And free me from these slaves.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> By this kiss I'le do it,<br /> +And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you,<br /> +I have a Priest too, shall be ready.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You are forward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Is this my constant cousin? how she whispers,<br /> +Kisses and huggs the thief!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> You'l offer nothing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Till all be tyed,<br /> +Not as I am a Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Can you relieve my Aunt too?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not yet Mistris,<br /> +But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly<br /> +It must be done i'th' moment or—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> I am with ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I'le know now who sleeps by me, keep your standing.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Cler. <i>and</i> Anabel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Well, go thy way, and thine own shame dwell with thee.<br /> +Is this the constancy she shew'd, the bravery?<br /> +The dear love and the life she ow'd her kinsmen?<br /> +O brave tongue, valiant glorious woman!<br /> +Is this the noble anger you arriv'd at?<br /> +Are these the thieves you scorn'd, the rogues you rail'd at?<br /> +The scabs and scums of nature? O fair modesty,<br /> +Excellent vertue, whither art thou fled?<br /> +What hand O Heaven is over us, when strong virgins<br /> +Yield to their fears, and to their fears their fortunes?<br /> +Never belief come near me more, farewel wench,<br /> +A long farewel from all that ever knew thee:<br /> +My turn is next,<br /> +I am resolv'd, it comes<br /> +But in a nobler shape, ha?<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Din.</i> Blesse ye Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Indeed Sir, I had need of many blessings,<br /> +For all the hours I have had since I came here,<br /> +Have been so many curses. How got you liberty?<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[Pg 445]</a></span>For I presume you come to comfort me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> To comfort you, and love you, 'tis most true,<br /> +My bondage was as yours, as full of bitterness<br /> +And every hour my death.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Heaven was your comfort.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Till the last evening, sitting full of sadness,<br /> +Wailing, sweet Mistris, your unhappy fortunes,<br /> +(Mine own I had the least care of) round about me<br /> +The Captain and the company stood gaping,<br /> +When I began the story of my love<br /> +To you fair Saint, and with so full a sorrow,<br /> +Follow'd each point, that even from those rude eyes,<br /> +That never knew what pity meant or mercy,<br /> +There stole down soft relentings: take heed Mistris,<br /> +And let not such unholy hearts outdo you,<br /> +The soft plum'd god will see again; thus taken,<br /> +As men transform'd with the strange tale I told,<br /> +They stood amaz'd, then bid me rise and live,<br /> +Take liberty and means to see your person,<br /> +And wisht me prosperous in your love, wish you so,<br /> +Be wise and loving Lady, shew but you so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O Sir, are these fit hours to talk of love in?<br /> +Shall we make fools of our afflictions?<br /> +Can any thing sound sweetly in mine ears,<br /> +Where all the noise of bloody horrour is?<br /> +My Brother, and my Cousin, they are dead Sir,<br /> +Dead, basely dead, is this an age to fool in?<br /> +And I my self, I know not what I shall be,<br /> +Yet I must thank you, and if happily<br /> +You had ask'd me yesterday, when these were living,<br /> +And my fears less, I might have hearkned to you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Peace to your grief, I bind you to your word.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Cleremont, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote, +<i>Nurse, the two Gentlemen.</i></p></div> + +<p> +<i>Lam.</i> How? do you conjure?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Not to raise dreadfull apparitions, Madam,<br /> +But such as you would gladly see.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> My Brother, and nephew living?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> And both owe their lives<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[Pg 446]</a></span>To the favour of these Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Who deserve<br /> +Our service, and for us, your gracious thanks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Which I give freely, and become a suitor,<br /> +To be hereafter more familiar <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Kisse.</i></span><br /> +With such great worth and vertue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Ever think us<br /> +Your servants, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Why if thou wilt needs know<br /> +How we are freed, I will discover it,<br /> +And with laconick brevity: these Gentlemen<br /> +This night incountring with those outlaws that<br /> +Yesterday made us prisoners, and as we were<br /> +Attempted by 'em they with greater courage,<br /> +(I am sure with better fortune) not alone,<br /> +Guarded themselves, but forc'd the bloody thieves,<br /> +Being got between them, and this hellish Cave,<br /> +For safety of their lives, to fly up higher<br /> +Into the woods, all left to their possession,<br /> +This sav'd your Brother, and your nephew from<br /> +The gibbet, this redeem'd me from my Chains,<br /> +And gave my friend his liberty, this preserv'd<br /> +Your honour ready to be lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But that<br /> +I know this for a ly, and that the thieves<br /> +And gentlemen, are the same men, by my practice<br /> +Suborn'd to this, he does deliver it<br /> +With such a constant brow, that I am doubtfull,<br /> +I should believe him too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> If we did well,<br /> +We are rewarded.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Gent.</i> Thanks but takes away<br /> +From what was freely purpos'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Now by this hand,<br /> +You have so cunningly discharg'd your parts,<br /> +That while we live, rest confident you shall<br /> +Command <i>Dinant</i> and <i>Cleremont</i>; nor <i>Beaupre</i>,<br /> +Nor <i>Verdone</i> scents it: for the Ladies, they<br /> +Were easie to be gull'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> 'Twas but a jest,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[Pg 447]</a></span>And yet the jest may chance to break our necks<br /> +Should it be known.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Fear nothing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> <i>Cleremont</i>,<br /> +Say, what success?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> As thou wouldst wish, 'tis done Lad,<br /> +The grove will witness with me, that this night<br /> +I lay not like a block: but how speed you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I yet am in suspence, devise some means<br /> +To get these off, and speedily.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> I have it,<br /> +Come, we are dull, I think that the good fellows,<br /> +Our predecessors in this place, were not<br /> +So foolish, and improvident husbands, but<br /> +'Twill yield us meat and wine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gent.</i> Let's ransack it,<br /> +'Tis ours now by the Law.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> How say you sweet one,<br /> +Have you an appetite?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> To walk again<br /> +I'th' Woods, if you think fit, rather than eat.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> A little respite prethee; nay blush not,<br /> +You ask but what's your own, and warrantable:<br /> +<i>Monsieur</i>, <i>Beaupre</i>, <i>Verdone</i>,<br /> +What think you of the motion?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Lead the way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Beau.</i> We follow willingly. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Ex. Man.</i> Din. <i>and</i> Lam.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> When you shall think fit,<br /> +We will expect you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Now be mistris of<br /> +Your promise Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Twas to give you hearing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> But that word hearing, did include a grant,<br /> +And you must make it good.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Must?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Must and shall,<br /> +I will be fool'd no more, you had your tricks;<br /> +Made properties of me, and of my friend;<br /> +Presum'd upon your power, and whip'd me with<br /> +The rod of mine own dotage: do not flatter<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[Pg 448]</a></span>Your self with hope, that any humane help<br /> +Can free you, and for aid by miracle<br /> +A base unthankfull woman is unworthy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> You will not force me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Rather than enjoy you<br /> +With your consent, because I will torment you;<br /> +I'le make you feel the effects of abus'd love,<br /> +And glory in your torture.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Brother, Nephew,<br /> +Help, help, for Heavens sake.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Tear your throat, cry louder,<br /> +Though every leaf, these trees bear, were an Echo,<br /> +And summon'd in your best friends to redeem you,<br /> +It should be fruitless: 'tis not that I love you,<br /> +Or value those delights you prize so high,<br /> +That I'le enjoy you, a French crown will buy<br /> +More sport, and a companion, to whom,<br /> +You in your best trim are an Ethiop.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Forbear me then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Not so, I'le do't in spite,<br /> +And break that stubborn disobedient will,<br /> +That hath so long held out, that boasted honour<br /> +I will make equal with a common Whores;<br /> +The spring of Chastity, that fed your pride,<br /> +And grew into a River of vain glory,<br /> +I will defile with mudd, the mudd of lust,<br /> +And make it loathsome even to goats.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> O Heaven!<br /> +No pity Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> You taught me to be cruel,<br /> +And dare you think of mercy? I'le tell thee fool,<br /> +Those that surpriz'd thee, were my instruments,<br /> +I can plot too good Madam, you shall find it:<br /> +And in the stead of licking of my fingers,<br /> +Kneeling and whining like a boy new breech'd,<br /> +To get a toy forsooth, not worth an apple,<br /> +Thus make my way, and with Authority<br /> +Command what I would have.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> I am lost for ever:<br /> +Good Sir, I do confess my fault, my gross fault,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[Pg 449]</a></span>And yield my self up, miserable guilty;<br /> +Thus kneeling I confess, you cannot study<br /> +Sufficient punishments to load me with;<br /> +I am in your power, and I confess again,<br /> +You cannot be too cruel: if there be,<br /> +Besides the loss of my long guarded honour,<br /> +Any thing else to make the ballance even,<br /> +Pray put it in, all hopes, all helpes have left me;<br /> +I am girt round with sorrow, hell's about me,<br /> +And ravishment the least that I can look for,<br /> +Do what you please.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Indeed I will do nothing,<br /> +Nor touch nor hurt you Lady, nor had ever<br /> +Such a lewd purpose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Can there be such goodness,<br /> +And in a man so injur'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Be confirm'd in't.<br /> +I seal it thus: I must confess you vex'd me,<br /> +In fooling me so often, and those fears<br /> +You threw upon me call'd for a requital,<br /> +Which now I have return'd, all unchast love<br /> +<i>Dinant</i> thus throws away; live to man-kind,<br /> +As you have done to me, and I will honour<br /> +Your vertue, and no more think of your beauty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> All I possess, comes short of satisfaction.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> No complements: the terrours of this night<br /> +Imagine but a fearfull dream, and so<br /> +With ease forget it: for <i>Dinant</i>, that labour'd<br /> +To blast your honour, is a Champion for it,<br /> +And will protect and guard it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> 'Tis as safe then,<br /> +As if a compleat Army undertook it. <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> La-writ, Sampson, <i>Clyents.</i></p></div> + +<p> +<i>La-writ.</i> Do not perswade me gentle Monsieur <i>Sampson</i>,<br /> +I am a mortal man again, a Lawyer,<br /> +My martiall part I have put off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Sweet Monsieur,<br /> +Let but our honours teach us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Monsieur <i>Sampson</i>,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[Pg 450]</a></span>My honourable friend, my valiant friend,<br /> +Be but so beaten, forward my brave Clients,<br /> +I am yours, and you are mine again, be but so thrasht,<br /> +Receive that Castigation with a cudgel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Which calls upon us for a Reparation.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I have, it cost me half a crown, I bear it<br /> +All over me, I bear it Monsieur <i>Sampson</i>;<br /> +The oyls, and the old woman that repairs to me,<br /> +To 'noint my beaten body.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> It concerns you,<br /> +You have been swing'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Let it concern thee too;<br /> +Goe and be beaten, speak scurvy words, as I did,<br /> +Speak to that Lion Lord, waken his anger,<br /> +And have a hundred Bastinado's, doe;<br /> +Three broken pates, thy teeth knockt out, do <i>Sampson</i>,<br /> +Thy valiant arms and leggs beaten to Poultesses,<br /> +Do silly <i>Sampson</i>, do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> You wrong the Gentleman,<br /> +To put him out of his right mind thus:<br /> +You wrong us, and our Causes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Down with him Gentlemen,<br /> +Turn him, and beat him, if he break our peace,<br /> +Then when thou hast been Lam'd, thy small guts perisht,<br /> +Then talk to me, before I scorn thy counsel,<br /> +Feel what I feel, and let my Lord repair thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> And can the brave <i>La-writ</i>—<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Cly.</i> Tempt him no further,<br /> +Be warn'd and say no more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> If thou doest, <i>Sampson</i>,<br /> +Thou seest my Mirmidons, I'le let 'em loose,<br /> +That in a moment—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> I say nothing, Sir, but I could wish—<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> They shall destroy thee wishing;<br /> +There's ne'r a man of these, but have lost ten causes,<br /> +Dearer then ten mens lives; tempt, and thou diest:<br /> +Goe home, and smile upon my Lord, thine Uncle,<br /> +Take Mony of the men thou mean'st to Cousin,<br /> +Drink Wine, and eat good meat, and live discreetly,<br /> +Talk little, 'tis an antidote against a beating;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[Pg 451]</a></span>Keep thy hand from thy sword, and from thy Laundress placket,<br /> +And thou wilt live long.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> Give ear, and be instructed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> I find I am wiser than a Justice of Peace now,<br /> +Give me the wisdom that's beaten into a man<br /> +That sticks still by him: art thou a new man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sam.</i> Yes, yes,<br /> +Thy learned precepts have inchanted me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>La-writ.</i> Goe my son <i>Sampson</i>, I have now begot thee,<br /> +I'le send thee causes; speak to thy Lord, and live,<br /> +And lay my share by, goe and live in peace,<br /> +Put on new suits, and shew fit for thy place;<br /> +That man neglects his living, is an Asse: <span style="margin-left: 8em;">[<i>Exit</i> Samp.</span><br /> +Farewel; come chearily boyes, about our business,<br /> +Now welcom tongue again, hang Swords.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Cly.</i> Sweet Advocate. <span style="margin-left: 14em;">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Nurse, <i>and</i> Charlote.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Nur.</i> I know not wench, they may call 'em what they will,<br /> +Outlawes, or thieves, but I am sure, to me<br /> +One was an honest man, he us'd me well,<br /> +What I did, 'tis no matter, he complain'd not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> I must confess, there was one bold with me too,<br /> +Some coy thing would say rude, but 'tis no matter,<br /> +I was to pay a Waiting womans ransom,<br /> +And I have don't, and I would pay't again,<br /> +Were I ta'n to morrow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nur.</i> Alas, there was no hurt,<br /> +If 't be a sin for such as live at hard meat,<br /> +And keep a long Lent, in the woods as they do,<br /> +To taste a little flesh.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> God help the Courtiers,<br /> +That lye at rack and manger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nur.</i> I shall love<br /> +A thief the better for this while I live,<br /> +They are men of a charitable vocation,<br /> +And give where there is need, and with discretion,<br /> +And put a good speed penny in my purse,<br /> +That has been empty twenty years.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Char.</i> Peace Nurse,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[Pg 452]</a></span>Farewel, and cry not rost meat, me thinks <i>Cleremont</i><br /> +And my Lady <i>Anabel</i> are in one night,<br /> +Familiarly acquainted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nur.</i> I observe it,<br /> +If she have got a penny too.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Vertaign, Champernel, <i>and</i> Provost.</p></div> + +<p> +<i>Charl.</i> No more,<br /> +My Lord Monsieur <i>Vertaigne</i>, the provost too,<br /> +Haste and acquaint my Lady. <span style="margin-left: 10em;">[<i>Ex.</i> Nur. <i>and</i> Char.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Pro.</i> Wonderous strange.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> 'Tis true Sir, on my credit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> O mine honour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pro.</i> I have been provost-Marshal twenty years,<br /> +And have trussed up a thousand of these rascals,<br /> +But so near <i>Paris</i> yet I never met with<br /> +One of that Brotherhood.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> We to our cost have,<br /> +But will you search the wood?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pro.</i> It is beset,<br /> +They cannot scape us, nothing makes me wonder,<br /> +So much as having you within their power<br /> +They let you goe; it was a Courtesy,<br /> +That French thieves use not often, I much pity<br /> +The Gentle Ladies, yet I know not how,<br /> +I rather hope than fear.<br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Enter</i> Dinant, Cleremont, Verdone, Beaupre, Lamira, Anabel, +Charlote, <i>Nurse</i>.</p></div> + +<p> +Are these the prisoners?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> We were such.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Verd.</i> Kill me not, excess of joy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> I see thou livest, but hast thou had no foul play?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> No on my soul, my usage hath been noble,<br /> +Far from all violence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> How were you freed?<br /> +But kiss me first, we'l talk of that at leasure,<br /> +I am glad I have thee; Niece how you keep off,<br /> +As you knew me not?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ana.</i> Sir, I am where<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[Pg 453]</a></span>I owe most duty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> 'Tis indeed most true Sir,<br /> +The man that should have been your bedfellow<br /> +Your Lordships bedfellow, that could not smell out<br /> +A Virgin of sixteen, that was your fool,<br /> +To make you merry, this poor simple fellow<br /> +Has met the maid again, and now she knows<br /> +He is a man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> How! is she dishonoured?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cler.</i> Not unless marriage be dishonourable,<br /> +Heaven is a witness of our happy contract,<br /> +And the next Priest we meet shall warrant it<br /> +To all the world: I lay with her in jeast,<br /> +'Tis turn'd to earnest now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Is this true, Niece?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> Her blushing silence grants it; nay Sir storm not,<br /> +He is my friend, and I can make this good,<br /> +His birth and fortunes equal hers, your Lordship<br /> +Might have sought out a worse, we are all friends too,<br /> +All differences end thus. Now Sir, unless<br /> +You would raise new dissentions, make perfect<br /> +What is so well begun.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vert.</i> That were not manly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lam.</i> Let me perswade you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Well God give you joy,<br /> +She shall not come a Begger to you Sir.<br /> +For you Monsieur <i>Dinant</i> 'ere long I'le shew you<br /> +Another Niece, to this not much inferiour,<br /> +As you shall like proceed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Din.</i> I thank you Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cham.</i> Back then to <i>Paris</i>: well that travel ends<br /> +That makes of deadly enemies perfect friends.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[Pg 454]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="Prologue" id="Prologue"></a>Prologue.</h2> + + +<p> +<i>To promise much, before a play begin,<br /> +And when 'tis done, ask pardon, were a sin<br /> +We'l not be guilty of: and to excuse<br /> +Before we know a fault, were to abuse<br /> +The writers and our selves, for I dare say<br /> +We all are fool'd if this be not a Play,<br /> +And such a play as shall (so should plays do)<br /> +Imp times dull wings, and make you merry too.<br /> +'Twas to that purpose writ, so we intend it<br /> +And we have our wisht ends, if you commend it.</i><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h2><a name="Epilogue" id="Epilogue"></a>Epilogue.</h2> + + +<p>Gentlemen,</p> + +<p> +<i>I am sent forth to enquire what you decree</i><span style="margin-left: 1em;">}</span><br /> +<i>Of us and of our Poets, they will be</i><span style="margin-left: 3.5em;"> }</span><br /> +<i>This night exceeding merry, so will we</i><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;"> }</span><br /> +<i>If you approve their labours. They profess<br /> +You are their Patrons, and we say no less,<br /> +Resolve us then, for you can only tell<br /> +Whether we have done id'ly or done well.</i><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[Pg 463]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX</h2> + +<h3>THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER.</h3> + + +<p> +p. <a href="#Page_373">373</a>, ll. 3-40. Not in 1st folio.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_374">374</a>, l. 2. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] aud.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 25. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Frcenh.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 27. And banisht.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 35. Will you? and yet—.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 37. Mistris, feathers.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_375">375</a>, l. 30. godly.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_378">378</a>, l. 8. Epithalamin.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 21. for 'twill be.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_379">379</a>, l. 15. Upon a.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 23. tempest.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 39. <i>Omits</i> and.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_382">382</a>, l. 22. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] by.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 33. <i>Transfers</i> to <i>to beginning of next line.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_383">383</a>, l. 16. 2nd folio] their.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 36. parts.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_384">384</a>, l. 2. 2nd folio] beween.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_385">385</a>, l. 25. On my.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_386">386</a>, l. 8. make rise.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_387">387</a>, l. 36. Those dedicates.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_388">388</a>, l. 30. Lewis eleventh.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_389">389</a>, l. 3. you persev'd.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 19. danger or.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 33. <i>A comma has been inserted at the end of the line.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_390">390</a>, l. 4. honours.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 5. suffer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 9. loose.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_391">391</a>, l. 8. to this.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_392">392</a>, l. 1. up you.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 3. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] pecies.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 17. If you.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_394">394</a>, l. 33. 2nd folio] Avocate.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_396">396</a>, l. 14. Beau, <i>instead of</i> Cler.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 20. what a.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_397">397</a>, l. 18. <i>Omits stage direction.</i><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 36. loose.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_398">398</a>, l. 5. What master.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 27. Cock a two.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 37. makes all this plaine.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_399">399</a>, l. 3. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Bur.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 19. 2nd folio] thow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 34. <i>Omits</i> singing <i>in stage direction.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_400">400</a>, l. 16. my whole.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_401">401</a>, l. 13. Declare that.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 27. And hunny out your.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 31. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] my.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[Pg 464]</a></span> +p. <a href="#Page_404">404</a>, l. 17. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] imfamie.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_405">405</a>, l. 39. <i>Omits</i> not.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_406">406</a>, l. 7. In our.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_409">409</a>, l. 27. going lesse.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_411">411</a>, l. 9. ye did.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 29. Pray.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 36. <i>Omits</i> do.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_412">412</a>, l. 1. any corner.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 5. the louer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 35. laughters.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_413">413</a>, l. 10. y'are? Gentleman.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 15. hate.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 17. for my.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 22. and carriage ... calls.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 35. your.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_414">414</a>, l. 24. Hee is.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_415">415</a>, l. 4. will make.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 12. Why, to it.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 21. wake.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 38. Slaves feed.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_416">416</a>, l. 19. 'ore.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 28. a meane.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_417">417</a>, l. 6. <i>Adds stage direction</i>] Wine.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 8. doe but kisse.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 11. Will you.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 28. <i>Adds stage direction</i>] Recorders.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_418">418</a>, l. 37. thou knowest.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_419">419</a>, l. 4. quarter.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 12. Madman, a fool ... shew thee man.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 14. No I'le.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 32. no flame.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_420">420</a>, l. 40. point you.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_424">424</a>, l. 16. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] dies.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_425">425</a>, l. 29. 2nd folio <i>misprints</i>] Cler.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_427">427</a>, l. 5. <i>Adds stage direction</i>] Put off.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_428">428</a>, l. 32. Firsts, seconds, thirds.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_429">429</a>, l. 1. p—— on't.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 27. still devising.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_431">431</a>, l. 19. <i>Gives this line to</i> Lam.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 22. <i>Adds as though a stage direction</i>] Now.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 31. <i>Reads</i> My legs in my good house, my Armour on.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_432">432</a>, l. 12. yet are, if men.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_435">435</a>, l. 12. <i>Reads</i>] <i>La-wr.</i> Bee't then. | Mens fates, etc.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">ll. 15 and 16. <i>Gives these two lines to</i> Sam.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 18. 2nd folio] Vertagine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 23. Strike.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 25. Gives No, no, ... not <i>to Verta</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_439">439</a>, l. 11. Corvina.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 34. loose.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_440">440</a>, l. 1. Quinti.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">l. 3. the Chamber doore.</span><br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_441">441</a>, l. 16. 2nd folio] vills.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_444">444</a>, l. 27. hand of heaven.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_445">445</a>, l. 24. <i>Omits</i> is.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_448">448</a>, l. 4. <i>Omits</i> Din. <i>by mistake and prints</i> enjury <i>for</i> enjoy.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_449">449</a>, l. 35. My mortall.<br /> +<br /> +p. <a href="#Page_450">450</a>, l. 36. mine Uncle.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>Transcriber's Notes</h4> + +<p>Variations in abbreviated names, hyphenations, contractions, and +punctuation have been retained.</p> + +<p>Pages 421, 454: Individual braces on multiple lines represent one +large brace encompassing those lines.</p> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Little French Lawyer, by +Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 25398-h.htm or 25398-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/3/9/25398/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Diane Monico, and The Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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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: The Little French Lawyer + A Comedy + +Author: Francis Beaumont + John Fletcher + +Release Date: May 9, 2008 [EBook #25398] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Diane Monico, and The Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + +THE + +Little French Lawyer. + + +A + +COMEDY. + + * * * * * + +Persons Represented in the Play. + +Dinant, _a Gentleman that formerly loved, and still pretended to +love_ Lamira. + +Cleremont, _a merry Gentleman, his Friend._ + +Champernell, _a lame old Gentleman, Husband to_ Lamira. + +Vertaign, _a Noble-man, and a Judge._ + +Beaupre, _Son to_ Vertaign. + +Verdone, _Nephew to_ Champernell. + +_Monsieur_ La Writt, _a wrangling Advocate, or the Little +Lawyer._ + +Sampson, _a foolish Advocate, Kinsman to_ Vertaign. + +_Provost._ + +_Gentlemen._ + +_Clients._ + +_Servants._ + + +_WOMEN._ + +Lamira, _Wife to_ Champernell, _and Daughter to_ Vertaign. + +Anabell, _Niece to_ Champernell. + +Old Lady, _Nurse to_ Lamira. + +Charlotte, _Waiting Gentlewoman to_ Lamira. + + +_The Scene_ France. + + +The principal Actors were, + +_Joseph Taylor._ + +_John Lowin._ + +_John Underwood._ + +_Robert Benfield._ + +_Nicholas Toolie._ + +_William Egleston._ + +_Richard Sharpe._ + +_Thomas Holcomb._ + + + + +_Actus Primus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Dinant, _a[n]d_ Cleremont. + +_Din._ Disswade me not. + +_Clere._ It will breed a brawl. + +_Din._ I care not, I wear a Sword. + +_Cler._ And wear discretion with it, +Or cast it off, let that direct your arm, +'Tis madness else, not valour, and more base +Than to receive a wrong. + +_Din._ Why would you have me +Sit down with a disgrace, and thank the doer? +We are not Stoicks, and that passive courage +Is only now commendable in Lackies, +Peasants, and Tradesmen, not in men of rank +And qualitie, as I am. + +_Cler._ Do not cherish +That daring vice, for which the whole age suffers. +The blood of our bold youth, that heretofore +Was spent in honourable action, +Or to defend, or to enlarge the Kingdom, +For the honour of our Country, and our Prince, +Pours it self out with prodigal expence +Upon our Mothers lap, the Earth that bred us +For every trifle; and these private Duells, +Which had their first original from the _Fr[enc]h_ +(And for which, to this day, we are justly censured) +Are banisht from all civil Governments: +Scarce three in _Venice_, in as many years; +In _Florence_, they are rarer, and in all +The fair Dominions of the _Spanish_ King, +They are never heard of: Nay, those neighbour Countries, +Which gladly imitate our other follies, +And come at a dear rate to buy them of us, +Begin now to detest them. + +_Din._ Will you end yet-- + +_Cler._ And I have heard that some of our late Kings, +For the lie, wearing of a Mistris favour, +A cheat at Cards or Dice, and such like causes, +Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen, +As might have met the great _Turk_ in the field +With confidence of a glorious Victorie, +And shall we then-- + +_Din._ No more, for shame no more, +Are you become a Patron too? 'tis a new one, +No more on't, burn't, give it to some Orator, +To help him to enlarge his exercise, +With such a one it might do well, and profit +The Curat of the Parish, but for _Cleremont_, +The bold, and undertaking _Cleremont_, +To talk thus to his friend, his friend that knows him, +_Dinant_ that knows his _Cleremont_, is absurd, +And meer Apocrypha. + +_Cler._ Why, what know you of me? + +_Din._ Why if thou hast forgot thy self, I'le tell thee, +And not look back, to speak of what thou wert +At fifteen, for at those years I have heard +Thou wast flesh'd, and enter'd bravely. + +_Cler._ Well Sir, well. + +_Din._ But yesterday, thou wast the common second, +Of all that only knew thee, thou hadst bills +Set up on every post, to give thee notice +Where any difference was, and who were parties; +And as to save the charges of the Law +Poor men seek arbitrators, thou wert chosen +By such as knew thee not, to compound quarrels: +But thou wert so delighted with the sport, +That if there were no just cause, thou wouldst make one, +Or be engag'd thy self: This goodly calling +Thou hast followed five and twenty years, and studied +The Criticismes of contentions, and art thou +In so few hours transform'd? certain this night +Thou hast had strange dreams, or rather visions. + +_Clere._ Yes, Sir, +I have seen fools, and fighters, chain'd together, +And the Fighters had the upper hand, and whipt first, +The poor Sots laughing at 'em. What I have been +It skils not, what I will be is resolv'd on. + +_Din._ Why then you'l fight no more? + +_Cler._ Such is my purpose. + +_Din._ On no occasion? + +_Cler._ There you stagger me. +Some kind of wrongs there are which flesh and blood +Cannot endure. + +_Din._ Thou wouldst not willingly +Live a protested coward, or be call'd one? + +_Cler._ Words are but words. + +_Din._ Nor wouldst thou take a blow? + +_Cler._ Not from my friend, though drunk, and from an enemy +I think much less. + +_Din._ There's some hope of thee left then, +Wouldst thou hear me behind my back disgrac'd? + +_Cler._ Do you think I am a rogue? they that should do it +Had better been born dumb. + +_Din._ Or in thy presence +See me o'recharg'd with odds? + +_Cler._ I'd fall my self first. + +_Din._ Would'st thou endure thy Mistris be taken from thee, +And thou sit quiet? + +_Cler._ There you touch my honour, +No French-man can endure that. + +_Di[n]._ Pl---- upon thee, +Why dost thou talk of Peace then? that dar'st suffer +Nothing, or in thy self, or in thy friend +That is unmanly? + +_Cler._ That I grant, I cannot: +But I'le not quarrel with this Gentleman +For wearing stammel Breeches, or this Gamester +For playing a thousand pounds, that owes me nothing; +For this mans taking up a common Wench +In raggs, and lowsie, then maintaining her +Caroach'd in cloth of Tissue, nor five hundred +Of such like toyes, that at no part concern me; +Marry, where my honour, or my friend is questioned, +I have a Sword, and I think I may use it +To the cutting of a Rascals throat, or so, +Like a good Christian. + +_Din._ Thou art of a fine Religion, +And rather than we'l make a Schism in friendship +I will be of it: But to be serious, +Thou art acquainted with my tedious love-suit +To fair _Lamira_? + +_Cler._ Too well Sir, and remember +Your presents, courtship, that's too good a name, +Your slave-like services, your morning musique; +Your walking three hours in the rain at midnight, +To see her at her window, sometimes laugh'd at, +Sometimes admitted, and vouchsaf'd to kiss +Her glove, her skirt, nay, I have heard, her slippers, +How then you triumph'd? +Here was love forsooth. + +_Din._ These follies I deny not, +Such a contemptible thing my dotage made me, +But my reward for this-- + +_Cler._ As you deserv'd, +For he that makes a goddess of a Puppet, +Merits no other recompence. + +_Din._ This day friend, +For thou art so-- + +_Cler._ I am no flatterer. + +_Din._ This proud, ingratefull she, is married to +Lame _Champernel_. + +_Cler._ I know him, he has been +As tall a Sea-man, and has thriv'd as well by't, +The loss of a legg and an arm deducted, as any +That ever put from _Marseilles_: you are tame, +Pl---- on't, it mads me; if it were my case, +I should kill all the family. + +_Din._ Yet but now +You did preach patience. + +_Cler._ I then came from confession, +And 'twas enjoyn'd me three hours for a penance, +To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one, +But now, all else being pardon'd, I begin +On a new Tally, Foot do any thing, +I'le second you. + +_Din._ I would not willingly +Make red, my yet white conscience, yet I purpose +In the open street, as they come from the Temple, +(For this way they must pass,) to speak my wrongs, +And do it boldly. [_Musick playes._ + +_Cler._ Were thy tongue a Cannon, +I would stand by thee, boy, they come, upon 'em. + +_Din._ Observe a little first. + +_Cler._ This is fine fidling. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, _Nurse_, Beaupre, + Verdone. _An Epithalamium._ + + SONG at the Wedding. + + _Come away, bring on the Bride + And place her by her Lovers side: + You fair troop of Maids attend her, + Pure and holy thoughts befriend her. + Blush, and wish, you Virgins all, + Many such fair nights may fall._ + + Chorus. + + _Hymen, fill the house with joy, + All thy sacred fires employ: + Bless the Bed with holy love, + Now fair orb of Beauty move._ + +_Din._ Stand by, for I'le be heard. + +_Verta._ This is strange rudeness. + +_Din._ 'Tis courtship, ballanced with injuries, +You all look pale with guilt, but I will dy +Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear'd veins +There yet remain so much of honest blood +To make the colour; first to ye my Lord, +The Father of this Bride, whom you have sent +Alive into her grave. + +_Champ._ How? to her grave? + +_Dina._ Be patient Sir, I'le speak of you anon +You that allow'd me liberal access, +To make my way with service, and approv'd of +My birth, my person, years, and no base fortune: +You that are rich, and but in this held wise too, +That as a Father should have look'd upon +Your Daughter in a husband, and aim'd more +At what her youth, and heat of blood requir'd +In lawfull pleasures, than the parting from +Your Crowns to pay her dowr: you that already +Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit, +As if you were assur'd to live here ever; +What poor end had you, in this choice? in what +Deserve I your contempt? my house, and honours +At all parts equal yours, my fame as fair, +And not to praise my self, the City ranks me +In the first file of her most hopefull Gentry: +But _Champernel_ is rich, and needs a nurse, +And not your gold: and add to that, he's old too, +His whole estate in likelihood to descend +Upon your Family; Here was providence, +I grant, but in a Nobleman base thrift: +No Merchants, nay, no Pirats, sell for Bondmen +Their Country-men, but you, a Gentleman, +To save a little gold, have sold your Daughter +To worse than slaverie. + +_Cler._ This was spoke home indeed. + +_Beau._ Sir, I shall take some other time to tell you, +That this harsh language was delivered to +An old man, but my Father. + +_Din._ At your pleasure. + +_Cler._ Proceed in your design, let me alone, +To answer him, or any man. + +_Verd._ You presume +Too much upon your name, but may be couzen'd. + +_Din._ But for you, most unmindfull of my service, +For now I may upbraid you, and with honour, +Since all is lost, and yet I am a gainer, +In being deliver'd from a torment in you, +For such you must have been, you to whom nature +Gave with a liberal hand most excellent form, +Your education, language, and discourse, +And judgement to distinguish, when you shall +With feeling sorrow understand how wretched +And miserable you have made your self, +And but your self have nothing to accuse, +Can you with hope from any beg compassion? +But you will say, you serv'd your Fathers pleasure, +Forgetting that unjust commands of Parents +Are not to be obey'd, or that you are rich, +And that to wealth all pleasure else are servants, +Yet but consider, how this wealth was purchas'd, +'Twill trouble the possession. + +_Champ._ You Sir know +I got it, and with honour. + +_Din._ But from whom? +Remember that, and how: you'l come indeed +To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding +Where it was bought, this Souldier will not lie, +But answer truly, this rich cloth of Arras +I made my prize in such a Ship, this Plate +Was my share in another; these fair Jewels, +Coming a shore, I got in such a Village, +The Maid, or Matron kill'd, from whom they were ravish'd, +The Wines you drink are guilty too, for this, +This _Candie_ Wine, three Merchants were undone, +These Suckets break as many more: in brief, +All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is purchas'd +By lawless force, and you but revel in +The tears, and grones of such as were the owners. + +_Champ._ 'Tis false, most basely false. + +_Verta._ Let losers talk. + +_Din._ Lastly, those joyes, those best of joyes, which _Hymen_ +Freely bestows on such, that come to tye +The sacred knot be blesses, won unto it +By equal love, and mutual affection, +Not blindly led with the desire of riches, +Most miserable you shall never taste of. +This Marriage night you'l meet a Widows bed, +Or failing of those pleasures all Brides look for, +Sin in your wish it were so. + +_Champ._ Thou art a Villain, +A base, malitious slanderer. + +_Cler._ Strike him. + +_Din._ No, he is not worth a blow. + +_Champ._ O that I had thee +In some close vault, that only would yield room +To me to use my Sword, to thee no hope +To run away, I would make thee on thy knees, +Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me. + +_Verta._ Pray you have patience. + +_Lamira._ This day I am to be your Soveraign, +Let me command you. + +_Champ._ I am lost with rage, +And know not what I am my self, nor you: +Away, dare such as you, that love the smoke +Of peace more than the fire of glorious War, +And like unprofitable drones, feed on +Your grandsires labours, that, as I am now, +Were gathering Bees, and fill'd their Hive, this Country +With brave triumphant spoils, censure our actions? +You object my prizes to me, had you seen +The horrour of a Sea-fight, with what danger +I made them mine; the fire I fearless fought in, +And quench'd it in mine enemies blood, which straight +Like oyle pour'd out on't, made it burn anew; +My Deck blown up, with noise enough to mock +The lowdest thunder, and the desperate fools +That Boorded me, sent, to defie the tempests +That were against me, to the angrie Sea, +Frighted with men thrown o're; no victory, +But in despight of the four Elements, +The Fire, the Air, the Sea, and sands hid in it +To be atchiev'd, you would confess poor men, +(Though hopeless, such an honourable way +To get or wealth, or honour) in your selves +He that through all these dreadfull passages +Pursued and overtook them, unaffrighted, +Deserves reward, and not to have it stil'd +By the base name of theft. + +_Din._ This is the Courtship, +That you must look for, Madam. + +_Cler._ 'Twill do well, +When nothing can be done, to spend the night with: +Your tongue is sound good Lord, and I could wish +For this young Ladyes sake this leg, this arm, +And there is something else, I will not name, +(Though 'tis the only thing that must content her) +Had the same vigour. + +_Champ._ You shall buy these scoffs +With your best blood: help me once noble anger, +(Nay stir not, I alone must right my self) +And with one leg transport me, to correct +These scandalous praters: O that noble wounds [_Falls._ +Should hinder just revenge! D'ye jear me too? +I got these, not as you do, your diseases +In Brothels, or with riotous abuse +Of wine in Taverns; I have one leg shot, +One arm disabled, and am honour'd more, +By losing them, as I did, in the face +Of a brave enemy, than if they were +As when I put to Sea; you are _French-men_ only, +In that you have been laied, and cur'd, goe to: +You mock my leg, but every bone about you, +Makes you good Almanack-makers, to foretell +What weather we shall have. + +_Din._ Put up your Sword. + +_Cler._ Or turn it to a Crutch, there't may b[e] usefull, +And live on the relation to your Wife +Of what a brave man you were once. + +_Din._ And tell her, +What a fine vertue 'tis in a young Lady +To give an old man pap. + +_Cler._ Or hire a Surgeon +To teach her to roul up your broken limbs. + +_Din._ To make a Pultess, and endure the scent +Of oils, and nasty Plasters. + +_Verta._ Fie Sir, fie, +You that have stood all dangers of all kinds, to +Yield to a Rivalls scoffe? + +_Lamira._ Shed tears upon +Your Wedding day? this is unmanly Gentlemen. + +_Champ._ They are tears of anger: O that I should live +To play the woman thus! All powerfull heaven, +Restore me, but one hour, that strength again, +That I had once, to chastise in these men +Their folies, and ill manners, and that done, +When you please, I'le yield up the fort of life, +And do it gladly. + +_Cler._ We ha' the better of him, +We ha' made him cry. + +_Verdo._ You shall have satisfaction. +And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me. + +_Beaup._ I say no more, you have a Brother, Sister, +This is your wedding day, we are in the street, +And howsoever they forget their honour, +'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example. + +_Vert._ If there be Laws in _Paris_, look to answer +This insolent affront. + +_Cler._ You that live by them, +Study 'em for heavens sake; for my part I know not +Nor care not what they are. Is the[re] ought else +That you would say; + +_Din._ Nothing, I have my ends. +_Lamira_ weeps, I have said too much I fear; +So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot +Endure to see her tears. [_Exeunt_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Champ._ See you perform it, +And do it like my Nephew. + +_Verdo._ If I fail in't +Ne'r know me more, Cousin _Beaupre_. + +_Champ._ Repent not +What thou hast done, my life, thou shalt not find +I am decrepit; in my love and service, +I will be young, and constant, and believe me, +For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all +The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me +I'le meet thy pleasures with a young mans ardour, +And in all circumstances of a Husband, +Perform my part. + +_Lamira._ Good Sir, I am your servant, +And 'tis too late now, if I did repent, +(Which as I am a virgin yet, I do not) +To undoe the knot, that by the Church is tyed. +Only I would beseech ye, as you have +A good opinion of me, and my vertues, +For so you have pleas'd to stile my innocent weakness, +That what hath pass'd be[t]ween _Dinant_ and me, +Or what now in your hearing he hath spoken, +Beget not doubts, or fears. + +_Champ._ I apprehend you, +You think I will be jealous; as I live +Thou art mistaken sweet; and to confirm it +Discourse with whom thou wilt, ride where thou wilt, +Feast whom thou wilt, as often as thou wilt, +For I will have no other guards upon thee +Than thine own thoughts. + +_Lamira._ I'le use this liberty +With moderation Sir. + +_Beaup._ I am resolv'd. +Steal off, I'le follow you. + +_Champ._ Come Sir, you droop; +Till you find cause, which I shall never give, +Dislike not of your Son in Law. + +_Verta._ Sir, you teach me +The language I should use; I am most happy +In being so near you. [_Exeunt_ Verdone, _and_ Beaupre. + +_Lamira._ O my fears! good nurse +Follow my Brother unobserv'd, and learn +Which way he takes. + +_Nurs._ I will be carefull Madam. [_Exit_ Nurse. + +_Champ._ Between us complements are superfluous, +On Gentlemen, th' affront we have met here +We'l think upon hereafter, 'twere unfit +To cherish any thought to breed unrest, +Or to our selves, or to our Nuptial feast. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ We shall have sport, ne'r fear't. + +_Din._ What sport I prethee? + +_Cler._ Why we must fight, I know it, and I long for't, +It was apparent in the fiery eye +Of young _Verdone_, _Beaupre_ look'd pale and shook too, +Familiar signs of anger. They are both brave fellows +Tri'd and approv'd, and I am proud to encounter +With men, from whom no honour can be lost; +They will play up to a man, and set him off. +When e're I go to the field, heaven keep me from +The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or, Coward, +The first, to get a name, comes on too hot, +The Coward is so swift in giving ground, +There is no overtaking him without +A hunting Nag, well breath'd too. + +_Din._ All this while, +You ne'r think on the danger. + +_Cler._ Why 'tis no more +Than meeting of a dozen friends at Supper, +And drinking hard; mischief comes there unlook'd for, +I am sure as suddain, and strikes home as often, +For this we are prepar'd. + +_Din._ _Lamira_ Loves +Her Brother _Beaupre_ dearly. + +_Cler._ What of that? + +_Din._ And should he call me to account for what +But now I spake, nor can I with mine honour +Recant my words, that little hope is left me, +E're to enjoy what (next to Heaven) I long for, +Is taken from me. + +_Cer._ Why what can you hope for, +She being now married? + +_Din._ Oh my _Cleremont_, +To you all secrets of my heart lye open, +And I rest most secure that whatsoe're +I lock up there, is as a private thought, +And will no farther wrong me. I am a _French-man_, +And for the greater part we are born Courtiers, +She is a woman, and however yet, +No heat of service had the power to melt +Her frozen Chastity, time and opportunitie +May work her to my ends, I confess ill ones, +And yet I must pursue 'em: now her marriage, +In probabilitie, will no way hurt, +But rather help me. + +_Cler._ Sits the wind there? pray you tell me +How far off dwells your love from lust? + +_Din._ Too near, +But prethee chide me not. + +_Cler._ Not I, goe on boy, +I have faults my self, and will not reprehend +A crime I am not free from: for her Marriage, +I do esteem it (and most batchellors are +Of my opinion) as a fair protection, +To play the wanton without loss of honour. + +_Din._ Would she make use of't so, I were most happy. + +_Cler._ No more of this. Judge now, +Whether I have the gift of prophecie. + + _Enter_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone. + +_Beaup._ Monsieur _Dinant_, +I am glad to find you, Sir. + +_Din._ I am at your service. + +_Verd._ Good Monsieur _Cleremont_, I have long wish'd +To be known better to you. + +_Cler._ My desires +Embrace your wishes Sir. + +_Beaup._ Sir, I have ever +Esteem'd you truly noble, and profess +I should have been most proud, to have had the honour +To call you Brother, but my Fathers pleasure +Denied that happiness. I know no man lives, +That can command his passions, and therefore +Dare not condemn the late intemperate language +You were pleas'd to use to my Father and my Sister, +He's old and she a woman, I most sorrie +My honour does compel me to entreat you, +To do me the favour, with your sword to meet me +A mile without the Citie. + +_Din._ You much honour me. +In the demand, I'le gladly wait upon you. + +_Beaup._ O Sir you teach me what to say: the time? + +_Din._ With the next Sun, if you think fit. + +_Beaup._ The place? + +_Din._ Near to the vineyard eastward from the Citie. + +_Beaup._ I like it well, this Gentleman if you please +Will keep me company. + +_Cler._ That is agreed on; +And in my friends behalf I will attend him. + +_Verd._ You shall not miss my service. + +_Beaup._ Good day Gentlemen. [_Ex._ Beaup. _and_ Verd. + +_Din._ At your Commandment. + +_Cler._ Proud to be your servants. +I think there is no Nation under Heaven +That cut their enemies throats with complement, +And such fine tricks as we do: If you have +Any few Prayers to say, this night you may +Call 'em to mind and use 'em, for my self, +As I have little to lose, my care is less, +So till to morrow morning I bequeath you +To your devotions; and those paid, but use +That noble courage I have seen, and we +Shall fight, as in a Castle. + +_Din._ Thou art all honour, +Thy resolution would steel a Coward, +And I most fortunate in such a Friend; +All tenderness and nice respect of woman +Be now far from me, reputation take +A full possession of my heart, and prove +Honour the first place holds, the second Love. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Lamira, Charlote. + +_Lami._ Sleeps my Lord still, _Charlote_? + +_Char._ Not to be wak'd. +By your Ladiships cheerfull looks I well perceive +That this night the good Lord hath been +At an unusual service, and no wonder +If he rest after it. + +_Lamira._ You are very bold. + +_Char._ Your Creature Madam, and when you are pleas'd +Sadness to me's a stranger, your good pardon +If I speak like a fool, I could have wisht +To have ta'ne your place to night, had bold _Dinant_ +Your first and most obsequious servant tasted +Those delicates, which by his lethargie +As it appears, have cloy'd my Lord. + +_Lamira._ No, more. + +_Char._ I am silenc'd, Madam. + +_Lamira._ Saw you my nurse this morning? + +_Charl._ No Madam. + +_Lamira._ I am full of fears. [_Knock within._ +Who's that? + +_Charl._ She you enquir'd for. + +_Lamira._ Bring her in, and leave me. [_Exit_ Charlote. +Now nurse what news? + + _Enter_ Nurse. + +_Nurse._ O Ladie dreadfull ones. +They are to fight this morning, there's no remedie. +I saw my Lord your Brother, and _Verdone_ +Take horse as I came by. + +_Lamira._ Where's _Cleremont_? + +_Nurse._ I met him too, and mounted. + +_Lamira._ Where's _Dinant_? + +_Nurse._ There's all the hope, I have staid him with a trick, +If I have done well so. + +_Lamira._ What trick? + +_Nurse._ I told him, +Your Ladiship laid your command upon him, +To attend you presently, and to confirm it, +Gave him the ring he oft hath seen you wear, +That you bestowed on me: he waits without +Disguis'd, and if you have that power in him, +As I presume you have, it is in you +To stay or alter him. + +_Lamira._ Have you learnt the place, +Where they are to encounter? + +_Nurse._ Yes 'tis where +The Duke of _Burgundie_ met _Lewis_ th' eleventh. + +_Lamir._ Enough, I will reward thee liberally, [_Exit_ Nurse. +Goe bring him in: full dear I loved _Dinant_, +While it was lawfull, but those fires are quench'd +I being now anothers, truth forgive me +And let dissimulation be no crime, +Though most unwillingly I put it on +To guard a Brothers safetie. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ Now your pleasure, +Though ill you have deserv'd it, you perceive +I am still your fool, and cannot but obey +What ever you command. + +_Lamira._ You speak, as if +You did repent it, and 'tis not worth my thanks then, +But there has been a time, in which you would +Receive this as a favour. + +_Din._ Hope was left then +Of recompence. + +_Lamira._ Why I am still _Lamira_, +And you _Dinant_, and 'tis yet in my power, +I dare not say I'le put it into act, +To reward your love and service. + +_Din._ There's some comfort. + +_Lami._ But think not that so low I prize my fame, +To give it up to any man that refuses +To buy it, or with danger of performance +Of what I shall enjoin him. + +_Din._ Name that danger +Be it of what horrid shape soever Ladie +Which I will shrink at; only at this instant +Be speedie in't. + +_Lamira._ I'le put you to the trial: +You shall not fight to day, do you start at that? +Not with my Brother, I have heard your difference, +Mine is no _Helens_ beauty to be purchas'd +With blood, and so defended, if you look for +Favours from me, deserve them with obedience, +There's no way else to gain 'em. + +_Din._ You command +What with mine honour I cannot obey, +Which lies at pawn against it, and a friend +Equally dear as that, or life, engag'd, +Not for himself, but me. + +_Lamira._ Why, foolish man, +Dare you solicite me to serve your lust, +In which not only I abuse my Lord, +My Father, and my family, but write whore, +Though not upon my forehead, in my conscience, +To be read hourly, and yet name your honour? +Yours suffers but in circumstance; mine in substance. +If you obey me, you part with some credit, +From whom? the giddy multitude; but mankind +Will censure me, and justly. + +_Din._ I will lose, +What most I do desire, rather than hazard +So dear a friend, or write my self a coward, +'Tis better be no man. + +_Lamira._ This will not do; +Why, I desire not, you should be a coward, +Nor do I weigh my Brothers life with yours, +Meet him, fight with him, do, and kill him fairly, +Let me not suffer for you, I am careless. + +_Din._ Suffer for me? + +_Lamira._ For you, my kindness to you +Already brands me with a strumpets name. + +_Din._ O that I knew the wretch! + +_Lamira._ I will not name him, +Nor give you any Character to know him; +But if you dare, and instantly ride forth +At the west port of the City, and defend there +My reputation, against all you meet, +For two hours only, I'le not swear _Dinant_, +To satisfie, (though sure I think I shall) +What ever you desire, if you denie this, +Be desperate, for willingly, by this light, +I'le never see thee more. + +_Din._ Two hours, do you say? + +_Lamira._ Only two hours. + +_Din._ I were no Gentleman, +Should I make scruple of it; this favour arms me, +And boldly I'll perform it. [_Exit._ + +_Lamira._ I am glad on't. +This will prevent their meeting yet, and keep +My Brother safe, which was the mark I shot at. [_Exit._ + + + + +_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _as in the field_. + +_Cler._ I am first i'th' field, that honour's gain'd of our side, +Pray Heaven I may get off as honourablie, +The hour is past, I wonder _Dinant_ comes not, +This is the place, I cannot see him yet; +It is his quarel too that brought me hither, +And I ne'r knew him yet, but to his honour +A firm and worthy Friend, yet I see nothing, +Nor Horse nor man, 'twould vex me to be left here, +To th' mercy of two swords, and two approv'd ones. +I never knew him last. + + _Enter_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone. + +_Beaup._ You are well met _Cleremont_. + +_Verdo._ You are a fair Gentleman, and love your friend Sir. +What are you ready? the time has overta'ne us. + +_Beaup._ And this you know the place. + +_Cler._ No _Dinant_ yet? + +_Beaup._ We come not now to argue, but to do; +We wait you Sir. + +_Cler._ There's no time past yet Gentlemen, +We have day enough: is't possible he comes not? +You see I am ready here, and do but stay +Till my Friend come, walk but a turn or two, +'Twill not be long. + +_Verd._ We came to fight. + +_Cler._ Ye shall fight Gentlemen, +And fight enough, but a short turn or two, +I think I see him, set up your watch, we'l fight by it. + +_Beaup._ That is not he; we will not be deluded. + +_Cler._ Am I bob'd thus? pray take a pipe of tobacco, +Or sing but some new air; by that time, Gentlemen-- + +_Verd._ Come draw your Sword, you know the custome here Sir, +First come, first serv'd. + +_Cler._ Though it be held a custom, +And practised so, I do not hold it honest; +What honour can you both win on me single? + +_Beaup._ Yield up your Sword then. + +_Cler._ Yield my Sword? that's Hebrew; +I'le be first cut a p[iec]es; hold but a while, +I'le take the next that comes. + + _Enter an old_ Gentleman. + +You are an old Gentleman? + +_Gent._ Yes indeed am I, Sir. + +_Cler._ And wear no Sword? + +_Gent._ I need none, Sir. + +_Cler._ I would you did, and had one; +I want now such a foolish courtesie. +You see these Gentlemen? + +_Gent._ You want a second. +In good Faith Sir, I was never handsom at it, +I would you had my Son, but he's in _Italy_, +A proper Gentleman; you may do well gallants +If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy, +The Gentleman may do his Country-- + +_Cler._ Now I beseech you, Sir, +If you dare not fight, do not stay to beg my pardon. +There lies your way. + +_Gent._ Good morrow Gentlemen. [_Exit._ + +_Verd._ You see your fortune, +You had better yield your Sword. + +_Cler._ Pray ye stay a little. + + _Enter two_ Gentlemen. + +Upon mine honestie, you shall be fought with; +Well, _Dinant_, well, these wear swords and seem brave fellows. +As you are Gentlemen, one of you supply me. +I want a Second now to meet these gallants, +You know what honour is. + +_1 Gent._ Sir you must pardon us, +We goe about the same work, you are ready for; +And must fight presently, else we were your servants. + +_2 Gent._ God speed you, and good day. [_Exit_ Gent. + +_Cler._ Am I thus Colted? + +_Beaup._ Come either yield-- + +_Cler._ As you are honest Gentlemen, +Stay but the next, and then I'le take my fortune, +And if I fight not like a man--Fy _Dinant_, +Cold now and treacherous. + + _Enter Monsieur_ La-writ, _within_. + +_La-Writ._ I understand your causes. +Yours about corn, yours about pins and glasses, +Will you make me mad, have I not all the parcells? +And his Petition too, about Bell-founding? +Send in your witnesses, what will you have me do? +Will you have me break my heart? my brains are melted; +And tell your Master, as I am a Gentleman, +His Cause shall be the first, commend me to your Mistris, +And tell her, if there be an extraordinary feather, +And tall enough for her--I shall dispatch you too, +I know your cause, for transporting of Farthingales +Trouble me no more, I say again to you, +No more vexation: bid my wife send me some puddings; +I have a Cause to run through, requires puddings, +Puddings enough. Farewel. + +_Cler._ God speed you, Sir. + +_Beaup._ Would he would take this fellow. + +_Verd._ A rare Youth. + +_Cler._ If you be not hastie, Sir. + +_La-writ._ Yes, I am hastie, +Exceeding hastie, Sir, I am going to the Parliament, +You understand this bag, if you have any business +Depending there, be short, and let me hear it, +And pay your Fees. + +_Cler._ 'Faith, Sir, I have a business, +But it depends upon no Parliament. + +_La-writ._ I have no skill in't then. + +_Cler._ I must desire you, +'Tis a Sword matter, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I am no Cutler, +I am an Advocate, Sir. + +_Beaup._ How the thing looks? + +_Verd._ When he brings him to fight. + +_Cler._ Be not so hastie, +You wear a good Sword. + +_La-writ._ I know not that, +I never drew it yet, or whether it be a Sword-- + +_Cler._ I must entreat you try, Sir, and bear a part +Against these Gentlemen, I want a second; +Ye seem a man, and 'tis a noble office. + +_La-writ._ I am a Lawyer, Sir, I am no fighter. + +_Cler._ You that breed quarels, Sir, know best to satisfie. + +_Beaup._ This is some sport yet. + +_Verd._ If this fellow should fight. + +_La-writ._ And for any thing I know, I am an arrant coward, +Do not trust me, I think I am a coward. + +_Cler._ Try, try, you are mistaken: walk on Gentlemen, +The man shall follow presently. + +_La-writ._ Are ye mad Gentleman? +My business is within this half hour. + +_Cler._ That's all one, +We'll dispatch within this quarter, there in that bottom, +'Tis most convenient Gentlemen. + +_Beaup._ Well, we'll wait, Sir. + +_Verd._ Why this will be a comick fight, you'l follow. + +_La-writ._ As I am a true man, I cannot fight. + [_Ex._ Beaupre, Verdone. + +_Cler._ Away, away, +I know you can: I like your modesty, +I know you will fight and so fight, with such metal, +And with such judgement meet your enemies fury; +I see it in your eye, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I'le be hang'd then; +And I charge you in the Kings name, name no more fighting. + +_Cler._ I charge you in the Kings name, play the man, +Which if you do not quickly, I begin with you, +I'le make you dance, do you see your fiddlestick? +Sweet A[d]vocate thou shalt fight. + +_La-writ._ Stand farther Gentleman, +Or I'le give you such a dust o'th' chapps-- + +_Cler._ Spoke bravely, +And like thy self, a noble Advocate: +Come to thy tools. + +_La-writ._ I do not say I'le fight; + +_Cler._ I say thou shalt, and bravely. + +_La-writ._ If I do fight; +I say, if I do, but do not depend upon't, +And yet I have a foolish itch upon me, +What shall become of my Writings? + +_Cler._ Let 'em ly by, +They will not run away, man. + +_La-writ._ I may be kill'd too, +And where are all my causes then? my business? +I will not fight, I cannot fight, my Causes-- + +_Cler._ Thou shalt fight, if thou hadst a thousand causes, +Thou art a man to fight for any cause, +And carry it with honour. + +_La-writ._ Hum, say you so? if I should +Be such a coxcombe to prove valiant now-- + +_Cler._ I know thou art most valiant. + +_La-writ._ Do you think so? +I am undone for ever, if it prove so, +I tell you that, my honest friend, for ever; +For I shall ne're leave quarrelling. +How long must we fight? for I cannot stay, +Nor will not stay, I have business. + +_Cler._ We'l do't in a minute, in a moment. + +_La-writ._ Here will I hang my bag then, it may save my belly, +I never lov'd cold Iron there. + +_Cler._ You do wisely. + +_La-writ._ Help me to pluck my Sword out then, quickly, quickly, +'Thas not seen Sun these ten years. + +_Cler._ How it grumbles! +This Sword is vengeance angry. + +_La-writ._ Now I'le put my hat up, +And say my prayers as I goe; away boy, +If I be kill'd, remember the little Lawyer. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Beaupre. + +_Beaup._ They are both come on, that may be a stubborn rascal, +Take you that ground, + + _Enter_ La-writ. + +I'le stay here, fight bravely. + +_La-writ._ To't chearfully my boyes, you'l let's have fair play, +None of your foyning tricks. + +_Beaup._ Come forward Monsieur; [_Fight._ +What hast thou there? a pudding in thy belly? +I shall see what it holds. + +_La-writ._ Put your spoon home then: +Nay, since I must fight, have at you without wit, Sir: +God a mercy bagg. + +_Beaup._ Nothing but bumbast in ye? +The Rogue winks and fights. + +_La-writ._ Now your fine fencing, Sir: [Beau. _loses his sword_. +Stand off, thou diest on point else, [La-writ _treads on it_. +I have it, I have it: yet further off: +I have his Sword. + +_Cler._ Then keep it, be sure you keep it. + +_La-writ._ I'le put it in my mouth else. +Stand further off yet, and stand quietly, +And look another way, or I'le be with you, +Is this all? I'le undertake within these two daies +To furnish any Cutler in this Kingdom. + +_Beau._ Pox, what fortune's this? disarm'd by a puppie? +A snail? a Dog? + +_La-writ._ No more o' these words Gentleman, +Sweet Gentleman no more, do not provoke me, +Go walk i'th' horse-fair; whistle Gentleman, +What must I do now? + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _pursued by_ Verdone. + +_Cler._ Help me, I am almost breathless. + +_La-writ._ With all my heart, there's a cold pye for you, Sir. + +_Cler._ Thou strik'st me, fool. + +_La-writ._ Thou fool, stand further off then, +Deliver, deliver. + +_Cler._ Hold fast. [_He strikes up the others heels, + and takes his Sword too._ +_La-writ._ I never fail in't, +There's twelve pence, go buy you two leaden Daggers, +Have I done well? + +_Cler._ Most like a Gentleman. + +_Beau._ And we two basely lost. + +_Verd._ 'Tis but a fortune, +We shall yet find an hour. [_Ex._ Beau. Verd. _sad_. + +_Cler._ I shall be glad on't. + +_La-writ._ Where's my cloak, and my trinkets? +Or will you fight any longer, for a crash or two? + +_Cler._ I am your noble friend, Sir. + +_La-writ._ It may be so. + +_Cler._ What honour shall I do you, +For this great courtesie? + +_La-writ._ All I desire of ye, +Is to take the quarrel to your self, and let me hear no more on't, +I have no liking to't, 'tis a foolish matter, +And help me to put up my Sword. + +_Cler._ Most willingly. +But I am bound to gratifie you, and I must not leave you. + +_La-writ._ I tell you, I will not be gratified, +Nor I will hear no more on't: take the Swords too, +And do not anger me but leave me quietly. +For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure, +And so, and so. [_Exit_ La-writ. + +_Cler._ This is a most rare Lawyer: +I am sure most valiant. Well _Dinant_, as you satisfie me, +I say no more: I am loaden like an Armorer. [_Exit_ Cler. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ To be dispatcht upon a sleeveless errand? +To leave my friend engag'd, mine honour tainted? +These are trim things. I am set here like a Perdue, +To watch a fellow, that has wrong'd my Mistris, +A scurvy fellow that must pass this way, +But what this scurvy fellow is, or whence, +Or whether his name be _William_ or _John_, +Or _Anthony_ or _Dick_, or any thing, I know not; +A scurvy rascally fellow I must aim at, +And there's the office of an Asse flung on me. +Sure _Cleremont_ has fought, but how come off, +And what the world shall think of me hereafter: +Well, woman, woman, I must look your rascals, +And lose my reputation: ye have a fine power over us. +These two long hours I have trotted here, and curiously +Survey'd all goers by, yet find no rascal, +Nor any face to quarel with: +What's that? [La-writ _sings within, then Enters_. +This is a rascally voice, sure it comes this way. + +_La-writ._ _He strook so hard, the Bason broke, + And_ Tarquin _heard the sound_. + +_Din._ What Mister thing is this? let me survey it. + +_La-writ._ _And then he strook his neck in two._ + +_Din._ This may be a rascal, but 'tis a mad rascal, +What an Alphabet of faces he puts on! +Hey how it fences! if this should be the rogue, +As 'tis the likeliest rogue I see this day-- + +_La-wr._ _Was ever man for Ladies sake? down, down._ + +_Di._ And what are you good Sir? down, down, down, down. + +_La-writ._ What's that to you good Sir? down, down. + +_Din._ A pox on you good Sir, down, down, down, +You with your Buckram bag, what make you here? +And from whence come you? I could fight with my shadow now. + +_La-wr._ Thou fierce man that like Sir _Lancelot_ dost appear, +I need not tell thee what I am, nor eke what I make here. + +_Din._ This is a precious knave, stay, stay, good _Tristram_, +And let me ask thy mightiness a question, +Did ye never abuse a Lady? + +_La-writ._ Not; to abuse a Lady, is very hard, Sir. + +_Din._ Say you so, Sir? +Didst thou never abuse her honour? + +_La-writ._ Not; to abuse her honour, is impossible. + +_Din._ Certain this is the rascal: What's thy name? + +_La-writ._ My name is _Cock o' two_, use me respectively, +I will be Cock of three else. + +_Din._ What's all this? +You say, you did abuse a Lady. + +_La-writ._ You ly. + +_Din._ And that you wrong'd her honour. + +_La-writ._ That's two lyes, +Speak suddenly, for I am full of business. + +_Din._ What art thou, or what canst thou be, thou pea-goose, +That dar'st give me the ly thus? thou mak'st me wonder. + +_La-writ._ And wonder on, till time make all things plain. + +_Din._ You must not part so, Sir, art thou a Gentleman? + +_La-writ._ Ask those upon whose ruins I am mounted. + +_Din._ This is some Cavellero Knight o'th' Sun. + +_La-wr._ I tell thee I am as good a Gentleman as the Duke; +I have atchieved--goe follow thy business. + +_Din._ But for this Lady, Sir-- + +_La-writ._ Why, hang this Lady, Sir, +And the Lady Mother too, Sir, what have I to do with Ladies? + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ 'Tis the little Lawyers voice: has he got my way? +It should be hereabouts. + +_Din._ Ye dry bisket rogue, +I will so swinge you for this blasphemie-- +Have I found you out? + +_Cler._ That should be _Dinants_ tongue too. + +_La-wr._ And I defy thee do thy worst: _O ho quoth_ Lancelot _tho_. +And that thou shalt know, I am a true Gentleman, +And speak according to the phrase triumphant; +Thy Lady is a scurvy Lady, and a shitten Lady, +And though I never heard of her, a deboshed Lady, +And thou, a squire of low degree; will that content thee? +Dost [thou] way-lay me with Ladies? A pretty sword, Sir, +A very pretty sword, I have a great mind to't. + +_Din._ You shall not lose your longing, rogue. + +_Cler._ Hold, hold. +Hold _Dinant_, as thou art a Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ As much as you will, my hand is in now. + +_Cler._ I am your friend, Sir: _Dinant_ you draw your sword +Upon the Gentleman preserv'd your honour: +This was my second, and did back me nobly, +For shame forbear. + +_Din._ I ask your mercy, Sir, and am your servant now. + +_La-writ._ May we not fight then? + +_Cler._ I am sure you shall not now. + +_La-wr._ I am sorry for't, I am sure I'le stay no longer then, +Not a jot longer: are there any more on ye afore? +I will sing still, Sir. [_Exit_ La-writ, _singing_. + +_Din._ I look now you should chide me, and 'tis fit, +And with much bitterness express your anger, +I have deserv'd: yet when you know-- + +_Cler._ I thank ye, +Do you think that the wrong you have off'red me, +The most unmanly wrong, unfriendly wrong-- + +_Din._ I do confess-- + +_Cler._ That boyish sleight-- + +_Din._ Not so, Sir. + +_Cler._ That poor and base renouncing of your honour, +Can be allaied with words? + +_Din._ I give you way still. + +_Cler._ Coloured with smooth excuses? Was it a friends part, +A Gentlemans, a mans that wears a Sword, +And stands upon the point of reputation, +To hide his head then, when his honour call'd him? +Call'd him aloud, and led him to his fortune? +To halt and slip the coller? by my life, +I would have given my life I had never known thee, +Thou hast eaten Canker-like into my judgement +With this disgrace, thy whole life cannot heal again. + +_Din._ This I can suffer too, I find it honest. + +_Cler._ Can you pretend an excuse now may absolve you, +Or any thing like honest, to bring you off? +Ingage me like an Asse? + +_Din._ Will you but hear me? + +_Cler._ Expose me like a Jade to tug, and hale through, +Laugh'd at, and almost hooted? your disgraces +Invite mens Swords and angers to dispatch me. + +_Din._ If you will be patient. + +_Cler._ And be abus'd still: But that I have call'd thee friend, +And to that name allow a Sanctuary, +You should hear further from me, I would not talk thus: +But henceforth stand upon your own bottom, Sir, +And bear your own abuses, I scorn my sword +Should travel in so poor and empty quarrels. + +_Din._ Ha' you done yet? take your whole swing of anger, +I'le bear all with content. + +_Cler._ Why were you absent? + +_Din._ You know I am no Coward, you have seen that, +And therefore, out of fear forsook you not: +You know I am not false, of a treacherous nature, +Apt to betray my friend, I have fought for you too; +You know no business, that concern'd my state, +My kindred, or my life. + +_Cler._ Where was the fault then? + +_Din._ The honour of that Lady I adore, +Her credit, and her name: ye know she sent for me, +And with what haste. + +_Cler._ What was he that traduc'd? + +_Din._ The man i'th' Moon, I think, hither I was sent, +But to what end-- + + _Enter old_ Lady. + +_Cler._ This is a pretty flim-flam. + +_O. La._ I am glad I have met you Sir, I have been seeking, +And seeking every where. + +_Cler._ And now you have found him, +Declare what business, our Embassadour. + +_O. Lady._ What's that to ye good man flouter? O Sir, my Lady. + +_Din._ Prethee no more of thy Lady, I have too much on't. + +_Cler._ Let me have a little, speak to me. + +_Old Lady._ To you Sir? +'Tis more than time: All occasions set aside Sir, +Or whatsoever may be thought a business-- + +_Din._ What then? + +_Old Lady._ Repair to me within this hour. + +_Cler._ Where? + +_O. Lady._ What's that to you? come you, Sir, when y'are sent for. + +_Cler._ God a mercy _Mumpsimus_, +You may goe _Dinant_, and follow this old Fairie, +Till you have lost your self, your friends, your credit, +And Hunt away your youth in rare adventures, +I can but grieve I have known you. + +_Old Lady._ Will ye goe Sir? +I come not often to you with these blessings, +You m[a]y believe that thing there, and repent it, +That dogged thing. + +_Cler._ Peace touchwood. + +_Din._ I will not goe: +Goe bid your Lady seek some fool to fawn on her, +Some unexperienc'd puppie to make sport with, +I have been her mirth too long, thus I shake from me +The fetters she put on; thus her enchantments +I blow away like wind, no more her beauty-- + +_Old Lady._ Take heed Sir what you say. + +_Cler._ Goe forward, _Dinant_. + +_Din._ The charms shot from her eyes-- + +_Old Lady._ Be wise. + +_Cler._ Be Valiant. + +_Din._ That tongue that tells fair tales to mens destructions +Shall never rack me more. + +_Old Lady._ Stay there. + +_Cler._ Goe forward. + +_Din._ I will now hear her, see her as a woman, +Survey her, and the power man has allow'd, Sir, +As I would do the course of common things, +Unmov'd, unstruck. + +_Cler._ Hold there, and I forgive thee. + +_Din._ She is not fair, and that that makes her proud, +Is not her own, our eyes bestow it on her, +To touch and kiss her is no blessedness, +A Sun-burnt Ethiops lip's as soft as her's. +Goe bid her stick some other triumph up, +And take into her favour some dull fool, +That has no pretious time to lose, no friends, +No honour, nor no life, like a bold Merchant, +A bold and banquerupt man, I have ventur'd all these, +And split my bottom: return this answer to her, +I am awake again and see her mischiefs, +And am not now, on every idle errand, +And new coyn'd anger, to be hurried, +And then despis'd again, I have forgot her. + +_Cler._ If this be true-- + +_O. Lady._ I am sorry, I have troubled you, +More sorrie, that my Lady has adventur'd +So great a favour in so weak a mind: +This hour you have refus'd that when you come to know it, +Will run you mad, and make you curse that fellow, +She is not fair, nor handsom, so I leave you. + +_Cler._ Stay Lady, stay, but is there such a business? + +_O. Lady._ You would break your neck 'twere yours. + +_Cler._ My back, you would say. + +_O. La._ But play the friends part still, Sir, and undoe him, +'Tis a fair office. + +_Din._ I have spoke too liberally. + +_O. Lady._ I shall deliver what you say. + +_Cler._ You shall be hang'd first, +You would fain be prating now; take the man with you. + +_O. Lady._ Not I, I have no power. + +_Cler._ You may goe _Dinant_. + +_O. Lady._ 'Tis in's own will, I had no further charge, Sir, +Than to tell him what I did, which if I had thought +It should have been receiv'd so-- + +_Cler._ 'Faith you may, +You do not know how far it may concern you. +If I perceiv'd any trick in't. + +_Din._ 'Twill end there. + +_Cler._ 'Tis my fault then, there is an hour in fortune, +That must be still observ'd: you think I'le chide you, +When things must be, nay see, an he will hold his head up? +Would such a Lady send, with such a charge too? +Say she has plaid the fool, play the fool with her again, +The great fool, the greater still the better. +He shall goe with you woman. + +_Old Lady._ As it please him, +I know the way alone else. + +_Din._ Where is your Lady? + +_O. Lady._ I shall direct you quickly. + +_Din._ Well, I'le goe, +But what her wrongs will give me leave to say. + +_Cler._ We'll leave that to your selves: I shall hear from you. + +_Din._ As soon as I come off-- + +_Cler._ Come on then bravely; +Farewel till then, and play the man. + +_Din._ You are merry; +All I expect is scorn: I'le lead you Lady. [_Exeunt severally._ + + + + +_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlotte. + +_Beaup._ We'l venture on him. + +_Cham._ Out of my doors I charge thee, see me no more. + +_Lami._ Your Nephew? + +_Cham._ I disclaim him, +He has no part in me, nor in my blood, +My Brother that kept fortune bound, and left +Conquest hereditary to his Issue +Could not beget a coward. + +_Verd._ I fought, Sir, +Like a good fellow, and a Souldier too, +But men are men, and cannot make their fates: +Ascribe you to my Father what you please, +I am born to suffer. + +_Cham._ All disgraces wretch. + +_Lam._ Good Sir be patient. + +_Cham._ Was there no tree, +(For to fall by a noble enemies sword, +A Coward is unworthy) nor no River, +To force thy life out backward or to drown it, +But that thou must survive thy i[n]famie? +And kill me with the sight of one I hate, +And gladly would forget? + +_Beaup._ Sir, his misfortune +Deserves not this reproof. + +_Cham._ In your opinion, +'Tis fit you two should be of one belief, +You are indeed fine gallants, and fight bravely +I'th' City with your tongues, but in the field +Have neither spirit to dare nor power to do, +Your swords are all lead there. + +_Beaup._ I know no duty, +(How ever you may wreak your spleen on him,) +That bindes me to endure this. + +_Cham._ From _Dinant_ +You'l suffer more; that ever cursed I, +Should give my honour up, to the defence +Of such a thing as he is, or my Lady +That is all Innocent, for whom a dove would +Assume the courage of a daring Eagle, +Repose her confidence in one that can +No better guard her. In contempt of you +I love _Dinant_, mine enemy, nay admire him, +His valour claims it from me, and with justice, +He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest, +His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour, +Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too, +And kill as deadly. + +_Verd._ You are as far from justice +In him you praise, as equitie in the censure +You load me with. + +_Beaup._ _Dinant?_ he durst not meet us. + +_Lam._ How? durst not, Brother? + +_Beaup._ Durst not, I repeat it. + +_Verd._ Nor was it _Cleremont_'s valour that disarm'd us, +I had the better of him; for _Dinant_, +If that might make my peace with you, I dare +Write him a Coward upon every post, +And with the hazard of my life defend it. + +_Lam._ If 'twere laid at the stake you'd lose it, Nephew. + +_Cham._ Came he not, say you? + +_Verd._ No, but in his room, +There was a Devil, hir'd from some Magician +I'th' shape of an Atturney. + +_Beau._ 'Twas he did it. + +_Verd._ And his the honour. + +_Beau._ I could wish _Dinant_-- +But what talk I of one that stept aside, +And durst not come? + +_Lam._ I am such a friend to truth, +I cannot hear this: why do you detract +Thus poorly (I should say to others basely) +From one of such approv'd worth? + +_Cham._ Ha! how's this? + +_Lam._ From one so excellent in all that's noble, +Whose only weakness is excess of courage? +That knows no enemies, that he cannot master, +But his affections, and in them, the worst +His love to me. + +_Cham._ To you? + +_Lam._ Yes, Sir, to me, +I dare (for what is that which Innocence dares not) +To you profess it: and he shun'd not the Combat +For fear or doubt of these: blush and repent, +That you in thought e're did that wrong to valour. + +_Beaup._ Why, this is rare. + +_Cham._ 'Fore heaven, exceeding rare; +Why modest Lady, you that sing such Encomiums +Of your first Suiter-- + +_Verd._ How can ye convince us +In your reports? + +_Lam._ With what you cannot answer, +'Twas my command that staid him. + +_Cham._ Your command? + +_Lam._ Mine, Sir, and had my will rank'd with my power, +And his obedience, I could have sent him +With more ease, weaponless to you, and bound, +Than have kept him back, so well he loves his honour +Beyond his life. + +_Cham._ Better, and better still. + +_Lam._ I wrought with him in private to divert him +From your assur'd destruction, had he met you. + +_Cham._ In private? + +_Lam._ Yes, and us'd all Arts, all Charms +Of one that knew her self the absolute Mistris +Of all his faculties. + +_Cham._ Gave all rewards too +His service could deserve; did not he take +The measure of my sheets? + +_Lam._ Do not look yellow, +I have cause to speak; frowns cannot fright me, +By all my hopes, as I am spotless to you, +If I rest once assur'd you do but doubt me, +Or curb me of that freedom you once gave me-- + +_Cham._ What then? + +_Lam._ I'le not alone abuse your bed, that's nothing, +But to your more vexation, 'tis resolv'd on, +I'le run away, and then try if _Dinant_ +Have courage to defend me. + +_Champ._ Impudent! + +_Verd._ And on the sudden-- + +_Beau._ How are ye transform'd +From what you were? + +_Lam._ I was an innocent Virgin, +And I can truly swear, a Wife as pure +As ever lay by Husband, and will dy so, +Let me live unsuspected, I am no servant, +Nor will be us'd like one: If you desire +To keep me constant as I would be, let +Trust and belief in you beget and nurse it; +Unnecessary jealousies make more whores +Than all baits else laid to entrap our frailties. + +_Beau._ There's no contesting with her, from a child +Once mov'd, she hardly was to be appeas'd, +Yet I dare swear her honest. + +_Cham._ So I think too, +On better judgement: I am no Italian +To lock her up; nor would I be a Dutchman, +To have my Wife, my soveraign, to command me: +I'le try the gentler way, but if that fail, +Believe it, Sir, there's nothing but extreams +Which she must feel from me. + +_Beau._ That, as you please, Sir. + +_Charl._ You have won the breeches, Madam, look up sweetly, +My Lord limps toward you. + +_Lam._ You will learn more manners. + +_Charl._ This is a fee, for counsel that's unask'd for. + +_Cham._ Come, I mistook thee sweet, prethee forgive me, +I never will be jealous: e're I cherish +Such a mechanick humour, I'le be nothing; +I'le say, _Dinant_ is all that thou wouldst have him, +Will that suffice? + +_Lam._ 'Tis well, Sir. + +_Cham._ Use thy freedom +Uncheck'd, and unobserv'd, if thou wilt have it, +These shall forget their honour, I my wrongs. +We'll all dote on him, hell be my reward +If I dissemble. + +_Lam._ And that hell take me +If I affect him, he's a lustfull villain, +(But yet no coward) and sollicites me +To my dishonour, that's indeed a quarrel, +And truly mine, which I will so revenge, +As it shall fright such as dare only think +To be adulterers. + +_Cham._ Use thine own waies, +I give up all to thee. + +_Beau._ O women, women! +When you are pleas'd you are the least of evils. + +_Verd._ I'le rime to't, but provokt, the worst of Devils. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter Monsieur_ Sampson, _and three Clients_. + +_Samp._ I know Monsieur _La-writ_. + +_1 Cly._ Would he knew himself, Sir. + +_Samp._ He was a pretty Lawyer, a kind of pretty Lawyer, +Of a kind of unable thing. + +_2 Cly._ A fine Lawyer, Sir, +And would have firk'd you up a business, +And out of this Court into that. + +_Samp._ Ye are too forward +Not so fine my friends, something he could have done, +But short short. + +_1 Cly._ I know your worships favour, +You are Nephew to the Judge, Sir. + +_Samp._ It may be so, +And something may be done, without trotting i'th' dirt, friends; +It may be I can take him in his Chamber, +And have an hours talk, it may be so, +And tell him that in's ear; there are such courtesies; +I will not say, I can. + +_3 Cly._ We know you can, Sir. + +_Sam._ Peradventure I, peradventure no: but where's _La-writ_? +Where's your sufficient Lawyer? + +_1 Cly._ He's blown up, Sir. + +_2 Cly._ Run mad and quarrels with the Dog he meets; +He is no Lawyer of this world now. + +_Sam._ Your reason? +Is he defunct? is he dead? + +_2 Cly._ No he's not dead yet, Sir; +But I would be loth to take a lease on's life for two hours: +Alas, he is possest Sir, with the spirit of fighting +And quarrels with all people; but how he came to it-- + +_Samp._ If he fight well and like a Gentleman, +The man may fight, for 'tis a lawfull calling. +Look you my friends, I am a civil Gentleman, +And my Lord my Uncle loves me. + +_3 Cly._ We all know it, Sir. + +_Sam._ I think he does, Sir, I have business too, much business, +Turn you some forty or fifty Causes in a week; +Yet when I get an hour of vacancie, +I can fight too my friends, a little does well, +I would be loth to learn to fight. + +_1 Cly._ But and't please you Sir, +His fighting has neglected all our business, +We are undone, our causes cast away, Sir, +His not appearance. + +_Sam._ There he fought too long, +A little and fight well, he fought too long indeed friends; +But ne'r the less things must be as they may, +And there be wayes-- + +_1 Cly._ We know, Sir, if you please-- + +_Sam._ Something I'le do: goe rally up your Causes. + + _Enter_ La-writ, _and a_ Gentleman, _at the door_. + +_2 Cly._ Now you may behold Sir, +And be a witness, whether we lie or no. + +_La-writ._ I'le meet you at the Ordinary, sweet Gentlemen, +And if there be a wench or two-- + +_Gen._ We'll have 'em. + +_La-writ._ No handling any Duells before I come, +We'll have no going else, I hate a coward. + +_Gent._ There shall be nothing done. + +_La-writ._ Make all the quarrels +You can devise before I come, and let's all fight, +There is no sport else. + +_Gent._ We'll see what may be done, Sir. + +_1 Cly._ Ha? Monsieur _La-writ_. + +_La-writ._ Baffled in way of business, +My causes cast away, Judgement against us? +Why there it goes. + +_2 Cly._ What shall we do the whilst Sir? + +_La-wr._ Breed new dissentions, goe hang your selves +'Tis all one to me; I have a new trade of living. + +_1 Cli._ Do you hear what he saies Sir? + +_Sam._ The Gentleman speaks finely. + +_La-wr._ Will any of you fight? Fighting's my occupation +If you find your selves aggriev'd. + +_Sam._ A compleat Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ Avant thou buckram budget of petitions, +Thou spittle of lame causes; I lament for thee, +And till revenge be taken-- + +_Sam._ 'Tis most excellent. + +_La-wr._ There, every man chuse his paper, and his place. +I'le answer ye all, I will neglect no mans business +But he shall have satisfaction like a Gentleman, +The Judge may do and not do, he's but a Monsieur. + +_Sam._ You have nothing of mine in your bag, Sir. + +_La-writ._ I know not Sir, +But you may put any thing in, any fighting thing. + +_Sam._ It is sufficient, you may hear hereafter. + +_La-writ._ I rest your servant Sir. + +_Sam._ No more words Gentlemen +But follow me, no more words as you love me, +The Gentleman's a noble Gentleman. +I shall do what I can, and then-- + +_Cli._ We thank you Sir. [_Ex._ Sam. _and_ Clients. + +_Sam._ Not a word to disturb him, he's a Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ No cause go o' my side? the judge cast all? +And because I was honourably employed in action, +And not appear'd, pronounce? 'tis very well, +'Tis well faith, 'tis well, Judge. + + _Enter_ Cleremont. + +_Cler._ Who have we here? +My little furious Lawyer? + +_La-writ._ I say 'tis well, +But mark the end. + +_Cler._ How he is metamorphos'd! +Nothing of Lawyer left, not a bit of buckram, +No solliciting face now, +This is no simple conversion. +Your servant Sir, and Friend. + +_La-writ._ You come in time, Sir, + +_Cler._ The happier man, to be at your command then. + +_La-writ._ You may wonder to see me thus; but that's all one, +Time shall declare; 'tis true I was a Lawyer, +But I have mew'd that coat, I hate a Lawyer, +I talk'd much in the Court, now I hate talking, +I did you the office of a man. + +_Cler._ I must confess it. + +_La-w._ And budg'd not, no I budg'd not. + +_Cler._ No, you did not. + +_La-w._ There's it then, one good turn requires another. + +_Cler._ Most willing Sir, I am ready at your service. + +_La-w._ There, read, and understand, and then deliver it. + +_Cler._ This is a Challenge, Sir, + +_La-w._ 'Tis very like, Sir, +I seldom now write Sonnets. + +_Cler._ _O admirantis_, +To Monsieur _Vertaign_, the President. + +_La-w._ I chuse no Fool, Sir. + +_Cler._ Why, he's no Sword-man, Sir. + +_La-w._ Let him learn, let him learn, +Time, that trains Chickens up, will teach him quickly. + +_Cler._ Why, he's a Judge, an Old Man. + +_La-w._ Never too Old +To be a Gentleman; and he that is a Judge +Can judge best what belongs to wounded honour. +There are my griefs, he has cast away my causes, +In which he has bowed my reputation. +And therefore Judge, or no Judge. + +_Cler._ 'Pray be rul'd Sir, +This is the maddest thing-- + +_La-w._ You will not carry it. + +_Cler._ I do not tell you so, but if you may be perswaded. + +_La-w._ You know how you us'd me when I would not fight, +Do you remember, Gentleman? + +_Cler._ The Devil's in him. + +_La-w._ I see it in your Eyes, that you dare do it, +You have a carrying face, and you shall carry it. + +_Cler._ The least is Banishment. + +_La-w._ Be banish'd then; +'Tis a friends part, we'll meet in _Africa_, +Or any part of the Earth. + +_Cler._ Say he will not fight. + +_La-w._ I know then what to say, take you no care, Sir, + +_Cler._ Well, I will carry it, and deliver it, +And to morrow morning meet you in the Louver, +Till when, my service. + +_La-w._ A Judge, or no Judge, no Judge. [_Exit_ La-writ. + +_Cler._ This is the prettiest Rogue that e'r I read of, +None to provoke to th' field, but the old President; +What face shall I put on? if I come in earnest, +I am sure to wear a pair of Bracelets; +This may make some sport yet, I will deliver it, +Here comes the President. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, _with two Gentlemen_. + +_Vert._ I shall find time, Gentlemen, +To do your causes good, is not that _Cleremont_? + +_1 Gent._ 'Tis he my Lord. + +_Vert._ Why does he smile upon me? +Am I become ridiculous? has your fortune, Sir, +Upon my Son, made you contemn his Father? +The glory of a Gentleman is fair bearing. + +_Cler._ Mistake me not my Lord, you shall not find that, +I come with no blown Spirit to abuse you, +I know your place and honour due unto it, +The reverence to your silver Age and Vertue. + +_Vert._ Your face is merry still. + +_Cler._ So is my business, +And I beseech your honour mistake me not, +I have brought you from a wild or rather Mad-man +As mad a piece of--you were wont to love mirth +In your young days, I have known your Honour woo it, +This may be made no little one, 'tis a Challenge, Sir, +Nay, start not, I beseech you, it means you no harm, +Nor any Man of Honour, or Understanding, +'Tis to steal from your serious hours a little laughter; +I am bold to bring it to your Lordship. + +_Vert._ 'Tis to me indeed: +Do they take me for a Sword-man at these years? + +_Cler._ 'Tis only worth your Honours Mirth, that's all Sir, +'Thad been in me else a sawcy rudeness. + +_Vert._ From one _La-writ_, a very punctual Challenge. + +_Cler._ But if your Lordship mark it, no great matter. + +_Vert._ I have known such a wrangling Advocate, +Such a little figent thing; Oh I remember him, +A notable talking Knave, now out upon him, +Has challeng'd me downright, defied me mortally +I do remember too, I cast his Causes. + +_Cler._ Why, there's the quarrel, Sir, the mortal quarrel. + +_Vert._ Why, what a Knave is this? as y'are a Gentleman, +Is there no further purpose but meer mirth? +What a bold Man of War! he invites me roundly. + +_Cler._ If there should be, I were no Gentleman, +Nor worthy of the honour of my Kindred. +And though I am sure your Lordship hates my Person, +Which Time may bring again into your favour, +Yet for the manners-- + +_Vert._ I am satisfied, +You see, Sir, I have out-liv'd those days of fighting, +And therefore cannot do him the honour to beat him my self; +But I have a Kinsman much of his ability, +His Wit and Courage, for this call him Fool, +One that will spit as senseless fire as this Fellow. + +_Cler._ And such a man to undertake, my Lord? + +_Vert._ Nay he's too forward; these two pitch Barrels together. + +_Cler._ Upon my soul, no harm. + +_Vert._ It makes me smile, +Why, what a stinking smother will they utter! +Yes, he shall undertake, Sir, as my Champion, +Since you propound it mirth, I'll venture on it, +And shall defend my cause, but as y'are honest +Sport not with bloud. + +_Cler._ Think not so basely, good Sir. + +_Vert._ A Squire shall wait upon you from my Kinsman, +To morrow morning make you sport at full, +You want no Subject; but no wounds. + +_Cler._ That's my care. + +_Ver._ And so good day. [_Ex._ Vertaign, _and Gentlemen_. + +_Cler._ Many unto your honour. +This is a noble Fellow, of a sweet Spirit, +Now must I think how to contrive this matter, +For together they shall go. + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ O _Cleremont_, +I am glad I have found thee. + +_Cler._ I can tell thee rare things. + +_Din._ O, I can tell thee rarer, +Dost thou love me? + +_Cler._ Love thee? + +_Din._ Dost thou love me dearly? +Dar'st thou for my sake? + +_Cler._ Any thing that's honest. + +_Din._ Though it be dangerous? + +_Cler._ Pox o' dangerous. + +_Din._ Nay wondrous dangerous. + +_Cler._ Wilt thou break my heart? + +_Din._ Along with me then. + +_Cler._ I must part to morrow. + +_Din._ You shall, you shall, be faithful for this night, +And thou hast made thy friend. + +_Cler._ Away, and talk not. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Lamira, _and Nurse_. + +_Lam._ O Nurse, welcome, where's _Dinant_? + +_Nurse._ He's at my back. +'Tis the most liberal Gentleman, this Gold +He gave me for my pains, nor can I blame you, +If you yield up the fort. + +_Lam._ How? yield it up? + +_Nurse._ I know not, he that loves, and gives so largely, +And a young Lord to boot, or I am cozen'd, +May enter every where. + +_Lam._ Thou'lt make me angry. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont. + +_Nur._ Why, if you are, I hope here's one will please you, +Look on him with my Eyes, good luck go with you: +Were I young for your sake-- + +_Din._ I thank thee, Nurse. + +_Nur._ I would be tractable, and as I am-- + +_Lam._ Leave the room, +So old, and so immodest! and be careful, +Since whispers will 'wake sleeping jealousies, +That none disturb my Lord. [_Exit Nurse._ + +_Cler._ Will you dispatch? +Till you come to the matter be not rapt thus, +Walk in, walk in, I am your scout for once, +You owe me the like service. + +_Din._ And will pay it. + +_Lam._ As you respect our lives, speak not so loud. + +_Cler._ Why, do it in dumb shew then, I am silenc'd. + +_Lam._ Be not so hasty, Sir, the golden Apples +Had a fell Dragon for their Guard, your pleasures +Are to be attempted with _Herculean_ danger, +Or never to be gotten. + +_Din._ Speak the means. + +_Lam._ Thus briefly, my Lord sleeps now, and alas, +Each Night, he only sleeps. + +_Cler._ Go, keep her stirring. + +_Lam._ Now if he 'wake, as sometimes he does, +He only stretches out his hand and feels, +Whether I am a bed, which being assur'd of, +He sleeps again; but should he miss me, Valour +Could not defend our lives. + +_Din._ What's to be done then? + +_Lam._ Servants have servile faiths, nor have I any +That I dare trust; on noble _Cleremont_ +We safely may rely. + +_Cler._ What man can do, +Command and boldly. + +_Lam._ Thus then in my place, +You must lye with my Lord. + +_Cler._ With an old man? +Two Beards together, that's preposterous. + +_Lam._ There is no other way, and though 'tis dangerous, +He having servants within call, and arm'd too, +Slaves fed to act all that his jealousie +And rage commands them, yet a true friend should not +Check at the hazard of a life. + +_Cler._ I thank you, +I love my friend, but know no reason why +To hate my self; to be a kind of pander, +You see I am willing, +But to betray mine own throat you must pardon. + +_Din._ Then I am lost, and all my hopes defeated, +Were I to hazard ten times more for you, +You should find, _Cleremont_-- + +_Cler._ You shall not outdo me, +Fall what may fall, I'll do't. + +_Din._ But for his Beard-- + +_Lam._ To cover that you shall have my night Linnen, +And you dispos'd of, my _Dinant_ and I +Will have some private conference. + + _Enter_ Champernel, _privately_. + +_Cler._ Private doing, +Or I'll not venture. + +_Lam._ That's as we agree. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter Nurse, and_ Charlotte, _pass over the Stage with + Pillows, Night cloaths, and such things_. + +_Cham._ What can this Woman do, preserving her honour? +I have given her all the liberty that may be, +I will not be far off though, nor I will not be jealous, +Nor trust too much, I think she is vertuous, +Yet when I hold her best, she's but a Woman, +As full of frailty as of faith, a poor sleight Woman, +And her best thoughts, but weak fortifications, +There may be a Mine wrought: Well, let 'em work then, +I shall meet with it, till the signs be monstrous, +And stick upon my head, I will not believe it, [_Stands private._ +She may be, and she may not, now to my observation. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Lamira. + +_Din._ Why do you make me stay so? if you love me-- + +_Lam._ You are too hot and violent. + +_Din._ Why do you shift thus +From one Chamber to another? + +_Lam._ A little delay, Sir, +Like fire, a little sprinkled o'r with water +Makes the desires burn clear, and ten times hotter. + +_Din._ Why do you speak so loud? I pray'e go in, +Sweet Mistriss, I am mad, time steals away, +And when we would enjoy-- + +_Lam._ Now fie, fie, Servant, +Like sensual Beasts shall we enjoy our pleasures? + +_Din._ 'Pray do not kiss me then. + +_Lam._ Why, that I will, and you shall find anon, servant. + +_Din._ Softly, for heavens sake, you know my friend's engag'd, +A little now, now; will ye go in again? + +_Lam._ Ha, ha, ha, ha. + +_Din._ Why do you laugh so loud, Precious? +Will you betray me; ha' my friends throat cut? + +_Lam._ Come, come, I'll kiss thee again. + +_Cham._ Will you so? you are liberal, +If you do cozen me-- + + _Enter Nurse with Wine._ + +_Din._ What's this? + +_Lam._ Wine, Wine, a draught or two. + +_Din._ What does this Woman here? + +_Lam._ She shall not hinder you. + +_Din._ This might have been spar'd, +'Tis but delay and time lost; pray send her softly off. + +_Lam._ Sit down, and mix your spirits with Wine, +I will make you another _Hercules_. + +_Din._ I dare not drink; +Fie, what delays you make! I dare not, +I shall be drunk presently, and do strange things then. + +_Lam._ Not drink a cup with your Mistriss! O the pleasure. + +_Din._ Lady, why this? [_Musick._ + +_Lam._ We must have mirth to our Wine, Man. + +_Din._ Pl---- o' the Musick. + +_Champ._ God-a-mercy Wench, +If thou dost cuckold me I shall forgive thee. + +_Din._ The house will all rise now, this will disturb all. +Did you do this? + +_Lam._ Peace, and sit quiet, fool, +You love me, come, sit down and drink. + + _Enter_ Cleremont _above_. + +_Cler._ What a Devil ail you? +How cold I sweat! a hogs pox stop your pipes, [_Musick._ +The thing will 'wake; now, now, methinks I find +His Sword just gliding through my throat. What's that? +A vengeance choak your pipes. Are you there, Lady? +Stop, stop those Rascals; do you bring me hither +To be cut into minced meat? why _Dinant_? + +_Din._ I cannot do withal; +I have spoke, and spoke; I am betray'd and lost too. + +_Cler._ Do you hear me? do you understand me? +'Plague dam your Whistles. [_Musick ends._ + +_Lam._ 'Twas but an over-sight, they have done, lye down. + +_Cler._ Would you had done too, +You know not +In what a misery and fear I lye. +You have a Lady in your arms. + +_Din._ I would have-- [_The Recorders again._ + +_Champ._ I'll watch you Goodman Wou'd have. + +_Cler._ Remove for Heavens sake, +And fall to that you come for. + +_Lam._ Lie you down, +'Tis but an hours endurance now. + +_Cler._ I dare not, softly sweet Lady ----heart? + +_Lam._ 'Tis nothing but your fear, he sleeps still soundly, +Lie gently down. + +_Cler._ 'Pray make an end. + +_Din._ Come, Madam. + +_Lam._ These Chambers are too near. [_Ex._ Din. Lam. + +_Cham._ I shall be nearer; +Well, go thy wayes, I'le trust thee through the world, +Deal how thou wilt: that that I never feel, +I'le never fear. Yet by the honour of a Souldier, +I hold thee truly noble: How these things will look, +And how their blood will curdle! Play on Children, +You shall have pap anon. O thou grand Fool, +That thou knew'st but thy fortune-- [_Musick done._ + +_Cler._ Peace, good Madam, +Stop her mouth, _Dinant_, it sleeps yet, 'pray be wary, +Dispatch, I cannot endure this misery, +I can hear nothing more; I'll say my prayers, +And down again-- [_Whistle within._ +A thousand Alarms fall upon my quarters, +Heaven send me off; when I lye keeping Courses. +Pl---- o' your fumbling, _Dinant_; how I shake! +'Tis still again: would I were in the _Indies_. [_Exit_ Cler. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Lamira: _a light within_. + +_Din._ Why do you use me thus? thus poorly? basely? +Work me into a hope, and then destroy me? +Why did you send for me? this new way train me? + +_Lam._ Mad-man, and fool, and false man, now I'll shew thee. + +_Din._ 'Pray put your light out. + +_Lam._ Nay I'll hold it thus, +That all chaste Eyes may see thy lust, and scorn it. +Tell me but this when you first doted on me, +And made suit to enjoy me as your Wife, +Did you not hold me honest? + +_Din._ Yes, most vertuous. + +_Lam._ And did not that appear the only lustre +That made me worth your love and admiration? + +_Din._ I must confess-- + +_Lam._ Why would you deal so basely? +So like a thief, a Villain? + +_Din._ Peace, good Madam. + +_Lam._ I'll speak aloud too; thus maliciously, +Thus breaking all the Rules of honesty, +Of honour and of truth, for which I lov'd you, +For which I call'd you servant, and admir'd you; +To steal that Jewel purchas'd by another, +Piously set in Wedlock, even that Jewel, +Because it had no flaw, you held unvaluable: +Can he that has lov'd good, dote on the Devil? +For he that seeks a Whore, seeks but his Agent; +Or am I of so wild and low a blood? +So nurs'd in infamies? + +_Din._ I do not think so, +And I repent. + +_Lam._ That will not serve your turn, Sir. + +_Din._ It was your treaty drew me on. + +_Lam._ But it was your villany +Made you pursue it; I drew you but to try +How much a man, and nobly thou durst stand, +How well you had deserv'd the name of vertuous; +But you like a wild torrent, mix'd with all +Beastly and base affections came floating on, +Swelling your poyson'd billows-- + +_Din._ Will you betray me? + +_Lam._ To all the miseries a vext Woman may. + +_Din._ Let me but out, +Give me but room to toss my Sword about me, +And I will tell you y'are a treacherous woman, +O that I had but words! + +_Lam._ They will not serve you. + +_Din._ But two-edg'd words to cut thee; a Lady traytor? +Perish by a proud Puppet? I did you too much honour, +To tender you my love, too much respected you +To think you worthy of my worst embraces. +Go take your Groom, and let him dally with you, +Your greasie Groom; I scorn to imp your lame stock, +You are not fair, nor handsome, I lyed loudly, +This tongue abus'd you when it spoke you beauteous. + +_Lam._ 'Tis very well, 'tis brave. + +_Din._ Put out your light, +Your lascivious eyes are flames enough +For Fools to find you out; a Lady Plotter! +Must I begin your sacrifice of mischief? +I and my friend, the first-fruits of that bloud, +You and your honourable Husband aim at? +Crooked and wretched you are both. + +_Lam._ To you, Sir, +Yet to the Eye of Justice straight as Truth. + +_Din._ Is this a womans love? a womans mercy? +Do you profess this seriously? do you laugh at me? + +_Lam._ Ha, ha. + +_Din._ Pl---- light upon your scorns, upon your flatteries, +Upon your tempting faces, all destructions; +A bedrid winter hang upon your cheeks, +And blast, blast, blast those buds of Pride that paint you; +Death in your eyes to fright men from these dangers: +Raise up your trophy, _Cleremont_. + +_Cler._ What a vengeance ail you? + +_Din._ What dismal noise! is there no honour in you? +_Cleremont_, we are betrayed, betrayed, sold by a woman; +Deal bravely for thy self. + +_Cler._ This comes of rutting; +Are we made stales to one another? + +_Din._ Yes, we are undone, lost. + +_Cler._ You shall pay for't grey-beard. +Up, up, you sleep your last else. {_Lights above, two Servants + {and_ Anabel. +_1 Serv._ No, not yet, Sir, +Lady, look up, would you have wrong'd this Beauty? +Wake so tender a Virgin with rough terms? +You wear a Sword, we must entreat you leave it. + +_2 Serv._ Fye Sir, so sweet a Lady? + +_Cler._ Was this my bed-fellow, pray give me leave to look, +I am not mad yet, I may be by and by. +Did this lye by me? +Did I fear this? is this a Cause to shake at? +Away with me for shame, I am a Rascal. + + _Enter_ Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, + Cleremont, _and two Servants_. + +_Din._ I am amaz'd too. + +_Beaup._ We'll recover you. + +_Verd._ You walk like _Robin-good-fellow_ all the house over, +And every man afraid of you. + +_Din._ 'Tis well, Lady; +The honour of this deed will be your own, +The world shall know your bounty. + +_Beaup._ What shall we do with 'em? + +_Cler._ Geld me, +For 'tis not fit I should be a man again, +I am an Ass, a Dog. + +_Lam._ Take your revenges, +You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses. + +_Anab._ A brave man, an admirable brave man; +Well, well, I would not be so tryed again; +A very handsome proper Gentleman. + +_Cler._ Will you let me lye by her but one hour more, +And then hang me? + +_Din._ We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely, +You have reason to seek bloud. + +_Lam._ Not as you are noble. + +_Cham._ Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em. + +_Beaup._ We have done that already. + +_Cham._ You are welcome, Gentlemen, +I am glad my house has any pleasure for you, +I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair, +And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen; +Have you any more mind to Wenches? + +_Cler._ To be abus'd too? Lady, you might have help'd this. + +_Ana._ Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand +Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter. + +_Cler._ Never whilst you live. + +_Ana._ You cannot tell--now, Sir, a parting hand. + +_Cler._ Down and Roses: +Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue, +No revelation in thee. + +_Lam._ Were you well frighted? +Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours? +That's all your punishment. + +_Cler._ It might have been all yours, +Had not a block-head undertaken it. + +_Cham._ Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen. + +_Verd._ And now, when you dare fight, +We are on even Ice again. + +_Din._ 'Tis well: +To be a Mistris, is to be a monster, +And so I leave your house, and you for ever. + +_Lam._ Leave your wild lusts, and then you are a master. + +_Cham._ You may depart too. + +_Cler._ I had rather stay here. + +_Cham._ Faith we shall fright you worse. + +_Cler._ Not in that manner, +There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again. + +_Din._ Come _Cleremont_, this is the hour of fool. + +_Cler._ Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. [_Exeunt._ + +_Champ._ How coolly these hot gallants are departed! +Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done, +To lye so still, and so long. + +_Anab._ 'Twas your pleasure, +If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend. + +_Champ._ O my best Wife, +Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life. + +_Lam._ The more trust you commit, the more care still, +Goodness and vertue shall attend my will. + +_Cham._ Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains. +We have our honours home, and they their pains. [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ + + + _Enter_ Cleremont, Dinant. + +_Din._ It holds, they will go thither. + +_Cler._ To their Summer-house? + +_Din._ Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliction, +Only to insult upon our miseries. + +_Cler._ Are you provided? + +_Din._ Yes, yes. + +_Cler._ Throughly? + +_Din._ Throughly. + +_Cler._ Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you. + +_Din._ At such an hour. + +_Cler._ Have I a memory? +A Cause, and Will to do? thou art so sullen-- + +_Din._ And shall be, till I have a fair reparation. + +_Cler._ I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune, +Which if I come so near again: I say nothing, +But if I sweat not in another fashion-- +O, a delicate Wench. + +_Din._ 'Tis certain a most handsome one. + +_Cler._ And me thought the thing was angry with it self too +It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you, +I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart, +And my hour is come. + +_Din._ Miss not your time. + +_Cler._ I dare not. [_Exeunt severally._ + + _Enter_ Sampson, _and a Gentleman_. + +_Gent._ I presume, Sir, you now need no instruction, +But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman; +You bear your Uncles cause. + +_Sam._ Do not disturb me, +I understand my cause, and the right carriage. + +_Gent._ Be not too bloody. + +_Sam._ As I find my enemy; if his sword bite, +If it bite, Sir, you must pardon me. + +_Gent._ No doubt he is valiant, +He durst not undertake else, + +_Sam._ He's most welcome, +As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else. + +_Gent._ But say he should relent. + +_Sam._ He dies relenting, +I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting, +If he pray, praying, _ipso facto_, praying, +Your honourable way admits no prayer, +And if he fight, he falls, there's his _quietus_. + +_Gent._ Y'are nobly punctual, let's retire and meet 'em, +But still, I say, have mercy. + +_Samp._ I say, honour. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, + Charlote _and a Servant_. + +_Lam._ Will not you go sweet-heart? + +_Champ._ Go? I'le fly with thee. +I stay behind? + +_Lam._ My Father will be there too, +And all our best friends. + +_Beau._ And if we be not merry, +We have hard luck, Lady. + +_Verd._ Faith let's have a kind of play. + +_Cham._ What shall it be? + +_Verd._ The story of _Dinant_. + +_Lam._ With the merry conceits of _Cleremont_, +His Fits and Feavers. + +_Ana._ But I'le lie still no more. + +_Lam._ That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport, +And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it! +Have you given order for the Coach? + +_Charl._ Yes, Madam. + +_Cham._ My easie Nag, and padd. + +_Serv._ 'Tis making ready. + +_Champ._ Where are your Horses? + +_Beau._ Ready at an hour, Sir: we'll not be last. + +_Cham._ Fie, what a night shall we have! +A roaring, merry night. + +_Lam._ We'll flie at all, Sir. + +_Cham._ I'le flie at thee too, finely, and so ruffle thee, +I'le try your Art upon a Country pallet. + +_Lam._ Brag not too much, for fear I should expect it, +Then if you fail-- + +_Cham._ Thou saiest too true, we all talk. +But let's in, and prepare, and after dinner +Begin our mirthful pilgrimage. + +_Lam._ He that's sad, +A crab-face'd Mistris cleave to him for this year. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _and_ La-writ. + +_La-writ._ Since it cannot be the Judge-- + +_Cler._ 'Tis a great deal better. + +_La-writ._ You are sure, he is his kinsman? a Gentleman? + +_Cler._ As arrant a Gentleman, and a brave fellow, +And so near to his blood-- + +_La-writ._ It shall suffice, +I'le set him further off, I'le give a remove +Shall quit his kindred, I'le lopp him. + +_Cl[e]r._ Will ye kill him? + +_La-w._ And there were no more Cousins in the world I kill him, +I do mean, Sir, to kill all my Lords kindred. +For every cause a Cousin. + +_Cler._ How if he have no more Cousins? + +_La-writ._ The next a kin then to his Lordships favour; +The man he smiles upon. + +_Cler._ Why this is vengeance, horrid, and dire. + +_La-writ._ I love a dire revenge: +Give me the man that will all others kill, +And last himself, + +_Cler._ You stole that resolution. + +_La-writ._ I had it in a Play, but that's all one, +I wou'd see it done. + +_Cler._ Come, you must be more merciful. + +_La-writ._ To no Lords Cousins in the world, I hate 'em; +A Lords Cousin to me is a kind of Cockatrice, +If I see him first, he dies. +A strange Antipathy. + +_Cler._ What think you of their Nieces? + +_La-writ._ If I like 'em, +They may live, and multiply; 'tis a cold morning. + +_Cler._ 'Tis sharp indeed; you have broke your fast? + +_La-writ._ No verily. + +_Cler._ Your valour would have ask'd a good foundation. + +_La-writ._ Hang him, I'le kill him fasting. + + _Enter_ Sampson _and the Gent_. + +_Cler._ Here they come, +Bear your self in your language, smooth and gently, +When your swords argue. + +_La-writ._ 'Pray Sir, spare your precepts. + +_Gent._ I have brought you, Sir-- + +_La-writ._ 'Tis very well, no words, +You are welcome, Sir. + +_Sam._ I thank you, Sir, few words. + +_La-writ._ I'le kill you for your Uncles sake. + +_Sam._ I love you, +I'le cut your throat for your own sake. + +_La-writ._ I esteem of you. + +_Cler._ Let's render 'em honest, and fair, Gentlemen, +Search my friend, I'le search yours. + +_Gent._ That's quickly done. + +_Cler._ You come with no Spells, nor Witchcrafts? + +_Sam._ I come fairly to kill him honestly. + +_La-writ._ Hang Spells, and Witchcrafts, +I come to kill my Lords Nephew like a Gentleman, +And so I kiss his hand. + +_Gent._ This Doublet is too stiff. + +_La-writ._ Off with't, I hate it, +And all such fortifications, feel my skin, +If that be stiff, flea that off too. + +_Gent._ 'Tis no soft one. + +_La-writ._ Off with't, I say: +I'le fight with him like a flea'd Cat. + +_Gent._ You are well, you are well. + +_Cler._ You must uncase too. + +_Sam._ Yes, Sir. +But tell me this, why should I mix mine honour +With a fellow, that has ne're a lace in's shirt? + +_Gent._ That's a main point, my friend has two. + +_Cler._ That's true, Sir. + +_La-w._ Base and degenerate Cousin, dost not thou know +An old, and tatter'd colours, to the enemy, +Is of more honour, and shews more ominous? +This shirt, five times, victorious I have fought under, +And cut through squadrons of your curious cut-works, +As I will do through thine, shake, and be satisfied. + +_Cler._ This is unanswerable. + +_Sam._ But may I fight with a foul shirt? + +_Gent._ Most certain, so it be a fighting shirt, +Let it be ne're so foul, or lowsie, _Caesar_ wore such a one. + +_Sam._ Saint _Denis_ then: I accept your shirt. + +_Cler._ Not so forward, first you must talk, +'Tis a main point, of the French method, +Talk civilly, and make your cause Authentick. + +_Gent._ No weapon must be near you, nor no anger. + +_Cler._ When you have done, then stir your resolutions, +Take to your Weapons bravely. + +_La-writ._ 'Tis too cold; +This for a Summer fight. + +_Cler._ Not for a world you should transgress the rules. + +_Sam._ 'Tis pievish weather, +I had rather fight without. + +_Gent._ An 'twere in a River. + +_Cler._ Where both stood up to th' chins. + +_La-writ._ Then let's talk quickly, +Pl---- o' this circumstance. + +_Cler._ Are the Horses come yet? + +_Gent._ Yes certain: give your swords to us, now civilly. + +_Cler._ We'll stand a while off; take the things, and leave 'em, +You know when, and let the children play: +This is a dainty time of year for puppies, +Would the old Lord were here. + +_Gent._ He would dye with laughter. + +_Cler._ I am sorry I have no time to see this game out, +Away, away. + +_Gent._ Here's like to be a hot fight, +Call when y'are fit. [_Ex._ Cler. _and Gent._ + +_La-writ._ Why look you Sir, you seem to be a Gentleman, +And you come in honour of your Uncle, boh, boh, 'tis very cold; +Your Uncle has offer'd me some few affronts, +Past flesh and blood to bear: boh, boh, wondrous cold. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine Uncle, is an honourable man, +And what he offers, boh, boh, cold indeed, +Having made choice of me, an unworthy kinsman, +Yet take me with you: boh, boh, pestilence cold, +Not altogether. + +_La-writ._ Boh, boh, I say altogether. + +_Sam._ You say you know not what then? boh, boh, Sir. + +_La-writ._ Sir me with your sword in your hand; +You have a scurvy Uncle, you have a most scurvy cause, +And you are--boh, boh. + +_Sam._ Boh, boh, what? + +_La-writ._ A shitten scurvy Cousin. + +_Samp._ Our Swords; our Swords; +Thou art a Dog, and like a Dog, our Swords. + +_La-w._ Our weapons Gentlemen: ha? where's your second? + +_Sam._ Where's yours? + +_La-writ._ So ho; our weapons. + +_Sam._ Wa, ha, ho, our weapons; +Our Doublets and our weapons, I am dead. + +_La-w._ First, second, third, a pl---- be wi' you Gentlemen. + +_Sam._ Are these the rules of honour? I am starv'd. + +_La-w._ They are gone, and we are here; what shall we do? + +_Sam._ O for a couple of Faggots. + +_La-w._ Hang a couple of Faggots. +Dar'st thou take a killing cold with me? + +_Sam._ I have it already. + +_La-w._ Rogues, Thieves, boh, boh, run away with our Doublets? +To fight at Buffets now, 'twere such a May-game. + +_Sam._ There were no honour in't, pl---- on't, 'tis scurvy. + +_La-w._ Or to revenge my wrongs at fisty-cuffes. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine Uncles cause, depend on Boxes? + +_La-w._ Let's go in quest, if we ever recover 'em. + +_Sam._ I, come, our Colds together, and our Doublets. + +_La-w._ Give me thy hand; thou art a valiant Gentleman, +I say if ever we recover 'em-- + +_Sam._ Let's get into a house and warm our hearts. + +_La-w._ There's ne're a house within this mile, beat me, +Kick me and beat me as I go, and I'le beat thee too, +To keep us warm; if ever we recover 'em-- +Kick hard, I am frozen: so, so, now I feel it. + +_Sam._ I am dull yet. + +_La-w._ I'le warm thee, I'le warm thee--Gentlemen? +Rogues, Thieves, Thieves: run now I'le follow thee. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, + Annabel, Charlote, _Nurse_. + +_Verta._ Use legs, and have legs. + +_Cham._ You that have legs say so, +I put my one to too much stress. + +_Verdo._ Your Horse, Sir, +Will meet you within half a mile. + +_Lam._ I like +The walk so well, I should not miss my Coach, +Though it were further. _Annabel_ thou art sad: +What ails my Niece? + +_Beau._ She's still musing, Sister, +How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her. + +_Nurse._ Old as I am, he would have startled me, +Nor can you blame her. + +_Char._ Had I ta'ne her place, +I know not, but I fear, I should ha' shreek'd, +Though he had never offer'd-- + +_Ana._ Out upon thee, +Thou wouldst have taught him. + +_Char._ I think, with your pardon, +That you wish now you had. + +_Ana._ I am glad I yield you [_Cornet._ +Such ample scope of mirth. [_Musick within._ + +_Verta._ Nay, be not angry, +There's no ill meant: ha? Musick, and choice Musick? + +_Cham._ 'Tis near us in the Grove; what courteous bounty +Bestows it on us? my dancing days are done; +Yet I would thank the giver, did I know him. + +_Verdo._ 'Tis questionless, some one of your own Village, +That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither, +Prepares it for your entertainment, and +The honour of my Lady. + +_Lam._ I think rather, +Some of your Lordships Clients. + +_Beaup._ What say you Cousin, +If they should prove your Suitors? + +_Verd._ That's most likely. + +_Nurse._ I say if you are noble, be't who will, +Go presently and thank 'em: I can jump yet, +Or tread a measure. + +_Lam._ Like a Millers Mare. + +_Nurs._ I warrant you well enough to serve the Country, +I'le make one, and lead the way. [_Exit._ + +_Charl._ Do you note, +How zealous the old Crone is? + +_Lam._ And you titter +As eagerly as she: come sweet, we'll follow, +No ill can be intended. [_Musick ends._ + +_Cham._ I ne're feared yet. [_Exeunt._ + + SONG in the Wood. + + _This way, this way come and hear, + You that hold these pleasures dear, + Fill your ears with our sweet sound, + Whilst we melt the frozen ground: + This way come, make haste oh fair, + Let your clear eyes gild the Air; + Come and bless us with your sight, + This way, this way, seek delight._ + + _Enter company of Gentlemen, like Ruffians._ + +_1 Gent._ They are ours, but draw them on a little further +From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket, +And we may do't, as safe as in a Castle. + +_2 Gent._ They follow still; the President _Vertaigne_ +Comes on a pace, and _Champernel_ limps after; +The Women, as if they had wings, and walk't +Upon the Air, fly to us. + +_1 Gent._ They are welcome, +We'll make 'em sport; make a stand here, all know +How we are to proceed. + +_2 Gent._ We are instructed. [_Still Musick within._ + +_1 Gent._ One strain or two more. [_Gent. off._ + + _Enter_ Vertaigne, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, + Anabel, _Nurse_, Charlote. + +Excellent, they are come. + +_Nurse._ We cannot miss, in such a business, yet +Mine ear ne'r fail'd me. [_Musick for the Dance._ + +_Charl._ Would we were at it once, +I do not walk, but Dance. + +_1 Gent._ You shall have dancing. +Begin, and when I give the word-- + +_2 Gent._ No more: +We are instructed. [_Dance._ + +_Beaupre._ But win us fairly-- + +_1 Gent._ O Sir, we do not come to try your valour, +But to possess you, yet we use you kindly +In that, like English Thieves, we kill you not, +But are contented with the spoil. + +_Verta._ Oh Heaven! +How hath mine age deserv'd this? + +_Cham._ Hell confound it, +This comes of walking; had I kept my legs, +Or my good Horse, my Armour on, +My Staff in my rest, and this good Sword too, friend, +How I would break and scatter these. + +_All Gent._ Ha, ha, ha. + +_Cham._ Do you scorn me Rogues? + +_Nurs._ Nay, Gentlemen, kind Gentlemen, +Or honest keepers of these woods, but hear me, +Be not so rough; if you are taken with +My beauty, as it hath been worth the seeking, +Some one or two of you try me in private, +You shall not find me squeamish. + +_Charl._ Do not kill me, +And do your worst, I'le suffer. + +_Lam._ Peace vile creatures. + +_Vert._ Do you know me, or my place, that you presume not +To touch my person? + +_1 Gent._ If you are well, rest so, +Provoke not angry Wasps. + +_Verta._ You are Wasps indeed, +Never created to yield Wax or Honey, +But for your Countries torment; yet if you are men, +(As you seem such in shape) if true born French-men, +However want compels you to these courses, +Rest satisfied with what you can take from us, +(These Ladies honours, and our liberties safe) +We freely give it. + +_1 Gent._ You give but our own. + +_Verta._ Look on these grey hairs, as you would be old, +Their tears, as you would have yours to find mercy +When Justice shall o'retake you. + +_Cham._ Look on me, +Look on me Rascals, and learn of me too, +That have been in some part of your profession, +Before that most of you ere suck'd, I know it, +I have rode hard, and late too. + +_Verta._ Take heed, Sir. + +_Cham._ Then use me like a Brother of the Trade, +For I have been at Sea, as you on land are, +Restore my Matrimony undefil'd, +Wrong not my Neece, and for our gold or silver, +If I pursue you, hang me. + +_Nurs._ 'Tis well offer'd, +And as I said, sweet Gentlemen, with sowre faces, +If you are high, and want some sport, or so, +(As living without action here, you may do) +Forbear their tender grissels, they are meat +Will wash away, there is no substance in it, +We that are expert in the game, and tough too, +Will hold you play. + + _Enter_ Dinant _and_ Cleremont. + +_1 Gent._ This Hen longs to be troden. + +_Din._ Lackey, my Horse. + +_Cler._ This way, I heard the cries +Of distress'd Women. + +_2 Gent._ Stand upon your guard. + +_Din._ Who's here? my witty, scornful Lady-plot +In the hands of Ruffians? + +_Cler._ And my fine cold virgin, +That was insensible of man, and woman? + +_Din._ Justice too, +Without a sword to guard it self? + +_Cler._ And valour with its hands bound? + +_Din._ And the great Souldier dull? +Why this is strange. + +_Lam._ _Dinant_ as thou art noble-- + +_Ana._ As thou art valiant _Cleremont_-- + +_Lam._ As ever I appear'd lovely-- + +_Ana._ As you ever hope +For what I would give gladly-- + +_Cler._ Pretty conjurations. + +_Lam._ All injuries a little laid behind you. + +_Ana._ Shew your selves men, and help us. + +_Din._ Though your many +And gross abuses of me should more move me +To triumph in your miseries than relieve you,-- +Yet that hereafter you may know that I +The scorn'd and despis'd _Dinant_, know what does +Belong to honour, thus-- + +_Cler._ I will say little, [_Fight._ +Speak thou for me. + +_Cham._ 'Tis bravely fought. + +_Verta._ Brave tempers, +To do thus for their enemies. + +_Cham._ They are lost yet. + +_1 Gent._ You that would rescue others, shall now feel +What they were born to. + +_2 Gent._ Hurry them away. [_Ex. Manent_ Vert. _and_ Champernel. + +_Cham._ That I could follow them. + +_Verta._ I only can lament my fortune, and desire of heaven +A little life for my revenge. + +_Cham._ The Provost +Shall fire the woods, but I will find 'em out, +No cave, no rock, nor hell shall keep them from +My searching vengeance. + + _Enter_ La-writ, _and_ Sampson. + +_La-writ._ O cold! O fearfull cold! plague of all seconds. + +_Samp._ O for a pint of burnt wine, or a sip +Of _aqua-fortis_. + +_Cham._ The rogues have met with these two +Upon my life and rob'd 'em. + +_La-writ._ As you are honourable Gentlemen, +Impart unto a couple of cold combatants. + +_Sam._ My Lord, mine uncle as I live. + +_La-writ._ Pox take him. +How that word has warm'd my mouth! + +_Verta._ Why how now Cousin? +Why, why? and where man, have you been? at a Poulters +That you are cas'd thus like a rabbet? I could laugh now, +And I shall laugh, for all I have lost my Children, +Laugh monstrously. + +_Cham._ What are they? + +_Verta._ Give me leave Sir, +Laugh more and more, never leave laughing. + +_Cham._ Why Sir? + +_Verta._ Why 'tis such a thing I smell it Sir, I smell it, +Such a ridiculous thing,-- + +_La-writ._ Do you laugh at me my Lord? +I am very cold, but that should not be laught at. + +_Cham._ What art thou? + +_La-writ._ What art thou? + +_Sam._ If he had his doublet.-- +And his sword by his side, as a Gentleman ought to have. + +_Verta._ Peace Monsieur _Sampson_. + +_Cham._ Come hither little Gentleman. + +_La-writ._ Base is the slave commanded: come to me. + +_Verta._ This is the little advocate. + +_Cham._ What advocate? + +_Verta._ The little advocate that sent me a challenge, +I told you that my Nephew undertook it, +And what 'twas like to prove: now you see the issue. + +_Cham._ Is this the little Lawyer? + +_La-writ._ You have a sword Sir, +And I have none, you have a doublet too +That keeps you warm, and makes you merry. + +_Sam._ If your Lordship knew +The nature, and the nobleness of the Gentleman, +Though he shew slight here, and at what gusts of danger +His manhood has arrived, +But that +Mens fates are foolish, +And often headlong overrun their fortunes. + +_La-writ._ That little Lawyer would so prick his ears up, +And bite your honour by the nose. + +_Cham._ Say you so Sir? + +_La-writ._ So niggle about your grave shins Lord _Verta[ig]ne_ too. + +_Sam._ No more sweet Gentleman, no more of that Sir. + +_La-writ._ I will have more, I must have more. + +_Verta._ Out with it. + +_Sam._ Nay he is as brave a fellow.-- + +_Cham._ Have I caught you? [_Strikes him down._ + +_Verta._ Do not kill him, do not kill him. + +_Cham._ No, no, no, I will not. Do you peep again? +Down down proud heart. + +_Sam._ O valour, +Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee, +My Kingdom for a sword. + +_Cham._ I'le sword you presently, +I'le claw your skin coat too. + +_Verta._ Away good _Sampson_, +You go to grass else instantly. + +_Sam._ But do not murder my brave friend. + +_Verta._ Not one word. + +_Cham._ If you do sirra-- + +_Sam._ Must I goe off dishonour'd? +Adversity tries valour, so I leave thee. [_Exit_. + +_Cham._ Are you a Lawyer Sir? + +_La-writ._ I was, I was Sir. + +_Cham._ Nay never look, your Lawyers pate is broken, +And your litigious blood about your ears sirra, +Why do you fight and snarle? + +_La-writ._ I was possest. + +_Cham._ I'le dispossess you. + +_Verta._ Ha, ha, ha. + +_La-writ._ _Et tu Brute?_ + +_Verta._ Beat him no more. + +_Cham._ Alas Sir I must beat him, +Beat him into his business again, he will be lost else. + +_Verta._ Then take your way. + +_Cham._ Ly still, and doe not struggle. + +_La-writ._ I am patient, +I never saw my blood before, it jades me, +I have no more heart now than a goose. + +_Cham._ Why sirra, why do you leave your trade, your trade of living, +And send your challenges like thunderbolts, +To men of honour'd place? + +_La-writ._ I understand Sir, +I never understood before your beating. + +_Cham._ Does this work on you? + +_La-writ._ Yes. + +_Cham._ Do you thank me for't? + +_La-writ._ As well as a beaten man can. + +_Cham._ And do you promise me, +To fall close to your trade again? leave brawling? + +_La-writ._ If you will give me leave and life. + +_Cham._ And ask this noble man forgiveness? + +_La-writ._ Heartily. + +_Cham._ Rise then, and get you gone, and let me hear of you +As of an advocate new vampt; no more words, +Get you off quickly, and make no murmurs, +I shall pursue you else. + +_La-writ._ I have done sweet Gentlemen. [_Exit._ + +_Verta._ But we forget our selves, our friends and Children. + +_Cham._ We'l raise the country first, then take our fortunes. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter one_ Gentleman, _and_ Lamira. + +_1 Gent._ Shall I entreat for what I may command? + +_Lam._ Think on my birth. + +_1 Gent._ Here I am only Noble, +A King, and thou in my dominions, fool, +A subject and a slave. + +_Lam._ Be not a Tyrant, +A ravisher of honour, gentle Sir, +And I will think ye such, and on my knees, +As to my Soveraign, pay a Subjects duty, +With prayers and tears. + +_1 Gent._ I like this humble carriage, +I will walk by, but kneel you still and weep too, +It shews well, while I meditate on the prey, +Before I seize it. + +_Lam._ Is there no mercie, Heaven? + + _Enter second_ Gent. _and_ Anabel. + +_2 Gent._ Not kiss you? +I will kiss and kiss again. + +_Ana._ Savage villain! +My Innocence be my strength, I do defie thee, +Thus scorn and spit at thee; will you come on Sir? +You are hot, there is a cooler. + +_2 Gent._ A virago? + +_Ana._ No, loathsome Goat, more, more, I am that Goddess, +That here with whips of steel in hell hereafter +Scourge rape and theft. + +_2 Gent._ I'le try your deity. + +_Ana._ My chastity, and this knife held by a Virgin, +Against thy lust, thy sword and thee a Beast, +Call on for the encounter. + +_2 Gent._ Now what think you? [_Throws her and taks her Knife._ +Are you a Goddess? + +_Ana._ In me their power suffers, +That should protect the Innocent. + +_1 Gent._ I am all fire, +And thou shall quench it, and serve my pleasures. +Come partner in the spoil and the reward, +Let us enjoy our purchase. + +_Lam._ O _Dinant_! +O Heaven! O Husband! + +_Ana._ O my _Cleremont_! + +_1 Gent._ Two are our slaves they call on, bring 'em forth +As they are chain'd together, let them see +And suffer in the object. + + _Enter_ Dinant, _and_ Cleremont, _bound by the rest of the + Gent_. + +_2 Gent._ While we sit +And without pity hear 'em. + +_Cler._ By my life, +I suffer more for thee than for my self. + +_Din._ Be a man _Cleremont_, and look upon 'em +As such that not alone abus'd our service, +Fed us with hopes most bitter in digestion, +But when love fail'd, to draw on further mischief, +The baits they laid for us, were our own honours, +Which thus hath made us slaves too, worse than slaves. + +_2 Gent._ He dies. + +_1 Gent._ Pray hold, give him a little respite. + +_Din._ I see you now beyond expression wretched, +The wit you brag'd of fool'd, that boasted honour, +As you believ'd compass'd with walls of brass, +To guard it sure, subject to be o'rethrown +With the least blast of lust. + +_Lam._ A most sad truth. + +_Din._ That confidence which was not to be shaken +In a perpetual fever, and those favours, +Which with so strong and Ceremonious duty +Your lover and a Gentleman long sought for, +Sought, sued, and kneel'd in vain for, must you yield up +To a licentious villain, that will hardly +Allow you thanks for't. + +_Cler._ Something I must say too, +And to you pretty one, though crying one; +To be hang'd now, when these worshipful benchers please, +Though I know not their faces that condemn me, +A little startles me, but a man is nothing, +A Maidenhead is the thing, the thing all aim at; +Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too, +When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you +Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me, +To make you sport, you had given a little hint, +A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal, +And by a mortal woman? + +_Ana._ Pray you no more. + +_Cler._ If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me, +I would have hired the best of all our Poets +To have sung so much, and so well in the honour +Of that nights joy, that _Ovids_ afternoon, +Nor his _Corinna_ should again be mention'd. + +_Ana._ I do repent, and wish I had. + +_Cler._ That's comfort, +But now-- + +_2 Gent._ Another that will have it offer'd, +Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it. + +_Cler._ A rogue, a ruffian. + +_2 Gent._ As you love your throat,-- + +_1 Gent._ Away with them. + +_Ana._ O _Cleremont_! + +_Lam._ O _Dinant_! + +_Din._ I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows, +Your fears to my fears. + +_Cler._ To your wishes mine, +This slave may prove unable to perform, +Till I perform the task that I was born for. + +_Ana._ Amen, amen. + +_1 Gent._ Drag the slaves hence, for you +A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways +You can to please me, or the deed being done, +You are but dead. + +_2 Gen._ This strong Vault shall contain you, +There think how many for your maidenhead +Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it +With penitence. + +_1 Gent._ No humane help can save you. + +_Ladyes._ Help, help! + +_2 Gent._ You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you. + + + + +_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ + + +A Horrid noise of Musique within, +_Enter one and opens the door, in which_ Lamira _and_ +Anabel _were shut, they in all fear_. + +_Lam._ O Cousin how I shake all this long night! +What frights and noises we have heard, still they encrease, +The villains put on shapes to torture us, +And to their Devils form such preparations +As if they were a hatching new dishonours, +And fatal ruine, past dull mans invention. +Goe not too far, and pray good Cousin _Anabel_, +Hark a new noise. [_A strange Musick. Sackbut & Troop Musick._ + +_Ana._ They are exquisite in mischief, +I will goe on, this room gives no protection, +More than the next, what's that? how sad and hollow, +The sound comes to us. [_Thieves peeping. Louder._ + +_Lam._ Groaning? or singing is it? + +_Ana._ The wind I think, murmuring amongst old rooms. + +_Lam._ Now it grows lowder, sure some sad presage +Of our foul loss--look now they peep. + +_Ana._ Pox peep 'em. + +_Lam._ O give them gentle language. + +_Ana._ Give 'em rats-bane. [_Peep above._ + +_Lam._ Now they are above. + +_Ana._ I would they were i'th' Center. + +_Lam._ Thou art so foolish desperate. + +_Ana._ Since we must lose. + +_Lam._ Call 'em brave fellows, Gentlemen. + +_Ana._ Call 'em rogues, +Rogues as they are, rude rogues, uncivil villains. + +_Lam._ Look an thou woo't beware, dost thou feel the danger? + +_Ana._ Till the danger feel me, thus will I talk still, +And worse when that comes too; they cannot eat me. +This is a punishment, upon our own prides +Most justly laid; we must abuse brave Gentlemen, +Make 'em tame fools, and hobby-horses, laugh and jear at +Such men too, and so handsom and so Noble, +That howsoe're we seem'd to carry it-- +Wou'd 'twere to do again. + +_Lam._ I do confess cousin, +I was too harsh, too foolish. + +_Ana._ Do you feel it? +Do you find it now? take heed o'th' punishment, +We might have had two gallant Gentlemen, +Proper, young, O how it tortures me! +Two Devils now, two rascals, two and twenty-- + +_Lam._ O think not so. + +_Ana._ Nay an we 'scape so modestly-- + +_Lam._ May we be worthy any eyes, or knowledge, +When we are used thus? + +_Ana._ Why not? why do you cry? +Are we not women still? what were we made for? + +_Lam._ But thus, thus basely-- + +_Ana._ 'Tis against our [w]ills, +And if there come a thousand so,-- + +_Lam._ Out on thee. + +_Ana._ You are a fool, what we cannot resist, +Why should we grieve and blush for? there be women, +And they that bear the name of excellent women +Would give their whole estates to meet this fortune. + +_Lam._ Hark, a new noise. [_New sound within._ + +_Ana._ Let 'em goe on, I fear not, +If wrangling, fighting and scratching cannot preserve me, +Why so be it Cousin; if I be ordain'd +To breed a race of rogues.-- + + _Enter four over the stage with_ Beaupre, _and_ Verdone, + _bound and halters about their necks_. + +_Lam._ They come. + +_Ana._ Be firm, +They are welcom. + +_Lam._ What mask of death is this? O my dear Brother. + +_Ana._ My Couz too; why now y'are glorious villains. + +_Lam._ O shall we lose our honours? + +_Ana._ Let 'em goe, +When death prepares the way, they are but Pageants. +Why must these dye? + +_Beau._ Lament your own misfortunes, +We perish happily before your ruins. + +_Ana._ Has mischief ne'r a tongue? + +_1 Gent._ Yes foolish woman, +Our Captains will is death. + +_Ana._ You dare not do it. +Tell thy base boisterous Captain what I say, +Thy lawless Captain that he dares not; +Do you laugh you rogue? you pamper'd rogue? + +_Lam._ Good Sir, +Good Cousin gently, as y'are a Gentleman,-- + +_Ana._ A Gentleman? a slave, a dog, the devils harbinger. + +_Lam._ Sir as you had a Mother. + +_Ana._ He a Mother? +Shame not the name of Mother, a she Bear +A bloody old wolf bitch, a woman Mother? +Looks that rude lump, as if he had a Mother? +Intreat him? hang him, do thy worst, thou dar'st not, +Thou dar'st not wrong their lives, thy Captain dares not, +They are persons of more price. + +_Ver._ What e're we suffer +Let not your angers wrong you. + +_Ana._ You cannot suffer, +The men that do this deed, must live i'th' moon +Free from the gripe of Justice. + +_Lam._ Is it not better? + +_Ana._ Is it not better? let 'em goe on like rascals +And put false faces on; they dare not do it; +Flatter such scabbs of nature? + +_Gent._ Woman, woman +The next work is with you. + +_Ana._ Unbind those Gentlemen, +And put their fatal fortunes on our necks. + +_Lam._ As you have mercy do. + +_Ana._ As you are monsters. + +_Lam._ Fright us no more with shipwrack of our honours +Nor if there be a guilt by us committed +Let it endanger those. + +_Ana._ I say they dare not, +There be a thousand gallouses, ye rogues, +Tortures, ye bloody rogues, wheels. + +_Gent._ Away. + +_Lam._ Stay. + +_Ana._ Stay. +Stay and I'le flatter too: good sweet fac'd Gentlemen, +You excellent in honesty; O Kinsmen! +O Noble kinsmen! + +_Gent._ Away with 'em. [_Ex._ Ver. Beaup. _and_ Gent. + +_Ana._ Stay yet. +The Devil and his lovely dam walk with you, +Come fortify your self, if they do dy, +Which all their ruggedness cannot rack into me, +They cannot find an hour more Innocent, +Nor more friends to revenge 'em. + + _Enter_ Cleremont, _disguis'd._ + +_Lam._ Now stand constant, +For now our tryal's come. + +_Cler._ This beautie's mine, +Your minute moves not yet. + +_Lam._ She sinks if Christian, +If any spark of noble heat.-- + +_Cler._ Rise Lady +And fearless rise, there's no dishonour meant you, +Do you know my tongue? + +_Ana._ I have heard it. + +_Cler._ Mark it better, +I am one that loves you, fairly, nobly loves you, +Look on my face? + +_Ana._ O Sir? + +_Cler._ No more words, softly +Hark, but hark wisely how, understand well, +Suspect not, fear not. + +_Ana._ You have brought me comfort. + +_Cler._ If you think me worthy of your husband, +I am no rogue nor Begger, if you dare do thus-- + +_Ana._ You are Monsieur _Cleremont_. + +_Cler._ I am the same, +If you dare venture, speak, if not I leave you, +And leave you to the mercy of these villains +That will not wooe ye much. + +_Ana._ Save my reputation, +And free me from these slaves. + +_Cler._ By this kiss I'le do it, +And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you, +I have a Priest too, shall be ready. + +_Ana._ You are forward. + +_Lam._ Is this my constant cousin? how she whispers, +Kisses and huggs the thief! + +_Ana._ You'l offer nothing. + +_Cler._ Till all be tyed, +Not as I am a Gentleman. + +_Ana._ Can you relieve my Aunt too? + +_Cler._ Not yet Mistris, +But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly +It must be done i'th' moment or-- + +_Ana._ I am with ye. + +_Cler._ I'le know now who sleeps by me, keep your standing. + [_Ex._ Cler. _and_ Anabel. + +_Lam._ Well, go thy way, and thine own shame dwell with thee. +Is this the constancy she shew'd, the bravery? +The dear love and the life she ow'd her kinsmen? +O brave tongue, valiant glorious woman! +Is this the noble anger you arriv'd at? +Are these the thieves you scorn'd, the rogues you rail'd at? +The scabs and scums of nature? O fair modesty, +Excellent vertue, whither art thou fled? +What hand O Heaven is over us, when strong virgins +Yield to their fears, and to their fears their fortunes? +Never belief come near me more, farewel wench, +A long farewel from all that ever knew thee: +My turn is next, +I am resolv'd, it comes +But in a nobler shape, ha? + + _Enter_ Dinant. + +_Din._ Blesse ye Lady. + +_Lam._ Indeed Sir, I had need of many blessings, +For all the hours I have had since I came here, +Have been so many curses. How got you liberty? +For I presume you come to comfort me. + +_Din._ To comfort you, and love you, 'tis most true, +My bondage was as yours, as full of bitterness +And every hour my death. + +_Lam._ Heaven was your comfort. + +_Din._ Till the last evening, sitting full of sadness, +Wailing, sweet Mistris, your unhappy fortunes, +(Mine own I had the least care of) round about me +The Captain and the company stood gaping, +When I began the story of my love +To you fair Saint, and with so full a sorrow, +Follow'd each point, that even from those rude eyes, +That never knew what pity meant or mercy, +There stole down soft relentings: take heed Mistris, +And let not such unholy hearts outdo you, +The soft plum'd god will see again; thus taken, +As men transform'd with the strange tale I told, +They stood amaz'd, then bid me rise and live, +Take liberty and means to see your person, +And wisht me prosperous in your love, wish you so, +Be wise and loving Lady, shew but you so. + +_Lam._ O Sir, are these fit hours to talk of love in? +Shall we make fools of our afflictions? +Can any thing sound sweetly in mine ears, +Where all the noise of bloody horrour is? +My Brother, and my Cousin, they are dead Sir, +Dead, basely dead, is this an age to fool in? +And I my self, I know not what I shall be, +Yet I must thank you, and if happily +You had ask'd me yesterday, when these were living, +And my fears less, I might have hearkned to you. + +_Din._ Peace to your grief, I bind you to your word. + + _Enter_ Cleremont, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote, + _Nurse, the two Gentlemen._ + +_Lam._ How? do you conjure? + +_Din._ Not to raise dreadfull apparitions, Madam, +But such as you would gladly see. + +_Lam._ My Brother, and nephew living? + +_Beau._ And both owe their lives +To the favour of these Gentlemen. + +_Verd._ Who deserve +Our service, and for us, your gracious thanks. + +_Lam._ Which I give freely, and become a suitor, +To be hereafter more familiar [_Kisse._ +With such great worth and vertue. + +_1 Gent._ Ever think us +Your servants, Madam. + +_Cler._ Why if thou wilt needs know +How we are freed, I will discover it, +And with laconick brevity: these Gentlemen +This night incountring with those outlaws that +Yesterday made us prisoners, and as we were +Attempted by 'em they with greater courage, +(I am sure with better fortune) not alone, +Guarded themselves, but forc'd the bloody thieves, +Being got between them, and this hellish Cave, +For safety of their lives, to fly up higher +Into the woods, all left to their possession, +This sav'd your Brother, and your nephew from +The gibbet, this redeem'd me from my Chains, +And gave my friend his liberty, this preserv'd +Your honour ready to be lost. + +_Din._ But that +I know this for a ly, and that the thieves +And gentlemen, are the same men, by my practice +Suborn'd to this, he does deliver it +With such a constant brow, that I am doubtfull, +I should believe him too. + +_1 Gent._ If we did well, +We are rewarded. + +_2 Gent._ Thanks but takes away +From what was freely purpos'd. + +_Cler._ Now by this hand, +You have so cunningly discharg'd your parts, +That while we live, rest confident you shall +Command _Dinant_ and _Cleremont_; nor _Beaupre_, +Nor _Verdone_ scents it: for the Ladies, they +Were easie to be gull'd. + +_1 Gent._ 'Twas but a jest, +And yet the jest may chance to break our necks +Should it be known. + +_Cler._ Fear nothing. + +_Din._ _Cleremont_, +Say, what success? + +_Cler._ As thou wouldst wish, 'tis done Lad, +The grove will witness with me, that this night +I lay not like a block: but how speed you? + +_Din._ I yet am in suspence, devise some means +To get these off, and speedily. + +_Cler._ I have it, +Come, we are dull, I think that the good fellows, +Our predecessors in this place, were not +So foolish, and improvident husbands, but +'Twill yield us meat and wine. + +_1 Gent._ Let's ransack it, +'Tis ours now by the Law. + +_Cler._ How say you sweet one, +Have you an appetite? + +_Ana._ To walk again +I'th' Woods, if you think fit, rather than eat. + +_Cler._ A little respite prethee; nay blush not, +You ask but what's your own, and warrantable: +_Monsieur_, _Beaupre_, _Verdone_, +What think you of the motion? + +_Verd._ Lead the way. + +_Beau._ We follow willingly. [_Ex. Man._ Din. _and_ Lam. + +_Cler._ When you shall think fit, +We will expect you. + +_Din._ Now be mistris of +Your promise Lady. + +_Lam._ 'Twas to give you hearing. + +_Din._ But that word hearing, did include a grant, +And you must make it good. + +_Lam._ Must? + +_Din._ Must and shall, +I will be fool'd no more, you had your tricks; +Made properties of me, and of my friend; +Presum'd upon your power, and whip'd me with +The rod of mine own dotage: do not flatter +Your self with hope, that any humane help +Can free you, and for aid by miracle +A base unthankfull woman is unworthy. + +_Lam._ You will not force me? + +_Din._ Rather than enjoy you +With your consent, because I will torment you; +I'le make you feel the effects of abus'd love, +And glory in your torture. + +_Lam._ Brother, Nephew, +Help, help, for Heavens sake. + +_Din._ Tear your throat, cry louder, +Though every leaf, these trees bear, were an Echo, +And summon'd in your best friends to redeem you, +It should be fruitless: 'tis not that I love you, +Or value those delights you prize so high, +That I'le enjoy you, a French crown will buy +More sport, and a companion, to whom, +You in your best trim are an Ethiop. + +_Lam._ Forbear me then. + +_Din._ Not so, I'le do't in spite, +And break that stubborn disobedient will, +That hath so long held out, that boasted honour +I will make equal with a common Whores; +The spring of Chastity, that fed your pride, +And grew into a River of vain glory, +I will defile with mudd, the mudd of lust, +And make it loathsome even to goats. + +_Lam._ O Heaven! +No pity Sir? + +_Din._ You taught me to be cruel, +And dare you think of mercy? I'le tell thee fool, +Those that surpriz'd thee, were my instruments, +I can plot too good Madam, you shall find it: +And in the stead of licking of my fingers, +Kneeling and whining like a boy new breech'd, +To get a toy forsooth, not worth an apple, +Thus make my way, and with Authority +Command what I would have. + +_Lam._ I am lost for ever: +Good Sir, I do confess my fault, my gross fault, +And yield my self up, miserable guilty; +Thus kneeling I confess, you cannot study +Sufficient punishments to load me with; +I am in your power, and I confess again, +You cannot be too cruel: if there be, +Besides the loss of my long guarded honour, +Any thing else to make the ballance even, +Pray put it in, all hopes, all helpes have left me; +I am girt round with sorrow, hell's about me, +And ravishment the least that I can look for, +Do what you please. + +_Din._ Indeed I will do nothing, +Nor touch nor hurt you Lady, nor had ever +Such a lewd purpose. + +_Lam._ Can there be such goodness, +And in a man so injur'd? + +_Din._ Be confirm'd in't. +I seal it thus: I must confess you vex'd me, +In fooling me so often, and those fears +You threw upon me call'd for a requital, +Which now I have return'd, all unchast love +_Dinant_ thus throws away; live to man-kind, +As you have done to me, and I will honour +Your vertue, and no more think of your beauty. + +_Lam._ All I possess, comes short of satisfaction. + +_Din._ No complements: the terrours of this night +Imagine but a fearfull dream, and so +With ease forget it: for _Dinant_, that labour'd +To blast your honour, is a Champion for it, +And will protect and guard it. + +_Lam._ 'Tis as safe then, +As if a compleat Army undertook it. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ La-writ, Sampson, _Clyents._ + +_La-writ._ Do not perswade me gentle Monsieur _Sampson_, +I am a mortal man again, a Lawyer, +My martiall part I have put off. + +_Sam._ Sweet Monsieur, +Let but our honours teach us. + +_La-writ._ Monsieur _Sampson_, +My honourable friend, my valiant friend, +Be but so beaten, forward my brave Clients, +I am yours, and you are mine again, be but so thrasht, +Receive that Castigation with a cudgel. + +_Sam._ Which calls upon us for a Reparation. + +_La-writ._ I have, it cost me half a crown, I bear it +All over me, I bear it Monsieur _Sampson_; +The oyls, and the old woman that repairs to me, +To 'noint my beaten body. + +_Sam._ It concerns you, +You have been swing'd. + +_La-writ._ Let it concern thee too; +Goe and be beaten, speak scurvy words, as I did, +Speak to that Lion Lord, waken his anger, +And have a hundred Bastinado's, doe; +Three broken pates, thy teeth knockt out, do _Sampson_, +Thy valiant arms and leggs beaten to Poultesses, +Do silly _Sampson_, do. + +_1 Cly._ You wrong the Gentleman, +To put him out of his right mind thus: +You wrong us, and our Causes. + +_La-writ._ Down with him Gentlemen, +Turn him, and beat him, if he break our peace, +Then when thou hast been Lam'd, thy small guts perisht, +Then talk to me, before I scorn thy counsel, +Feel what I feel, and let my Lord repair thee. + +_Sam._ And can the brave _La-writ_-- + +_2 Cly._ Tempt him no further, +Be warn'd and say no more. + +_La-writ._ If thou doest, _Sampson_, +Thou seest my Mirmidons, I'le let 'em loose, +That in a moment-- + +_Sam._ I say nothing, Sir, but I could wish-- + +_La-writ._ They shall destroy thee wishing; +There's ne'r a man of these, but have lost ten causes, +Dearer then ten mens lives; tempt, and thou diest: +Goe home, and smile upon my Lord, thine Uncle, +Take Mony of the men thou mean'st to Cousin, +Drink Wine, and eat good meat, and live discreetly, +Talk little, 'tis an antidote against a beating; +Keep thy hand from thy sword, and from thy Laundress placket, +And thou wilt live long. + +_1 Cly._ Give ear, and be instructed. + +_La-writ._ I find I am wiser than a Justice of Peace now, +Give me the wisdom that's beaten into a man +That sticks still by him: art thou a new man? + +_Sam._ Yes, yes, +Thy learned precepts have inchanted me. + +_La-writ._ Goe my son _Sampson_, I have now begot thee, +I'le send thee causes; speak to thy Lord, and live, +And lay my share by, goe and live in peace, +Put on new suits, and shew fit for thy place; +That man neglects his living, is an Asse: [_Exit_ Samp. +Farewel; come chearily boyes, about our business, +Now welcom tongue again, hang Swords. + +_1 Cly._ Sweet Advocate. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Nurse, _and_ Charlote. + +_Nur._ I know not wench, they may call 'em what they will, +Outlawes, or thieves, but I am sure, to me +One was an honest man, he us'd me well, +What I did, 'tis no matter, he complain'd not. + +_Char._ I must confess, there was one bold with me too, +Some coy thing would say rude, but 'tis no matter, +I was to pay a Waiting womans ransom, +And I have don't, and I would pay't again, +Were I ta'n to morrow. + +_Nur._ Alas, there was no hurt, +If 't be a sin for such as live at hard meat, +And keep a long Lent, in the woods as they do, +To taste a little flesh. + +_Char._ God help the Courtiers, +That lye at rack and manger. + +_Nur._ I shall love +A thief the better for this while I live, +They are men of a charitable vocation, +And give where there is need, and with discretion, +And put a good speed penny in my purse, +That has been empty twenty years. + +_Char._ Peace Nurse, +Farewel, and cry not rost meat, me thinks _Cleremont_ +And my Lady _Anabel_ are in one night, +Familiarly acquainted. + +_Nur._ I observe it, +If she have got a penny too. + + _Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, _and_ Provost. + +_Charl._ No more, +My Lord Monsieur _Vertaigne_, the provost too, +Haste and acquaint my Lady. [_Ex._ Nur. _and_ Char. + +_Pro._ Wonderous strange. + +_Vert._ 'Tis true Sir, on my credit. + +_Cham._ O mine honour. + +_Pro._ I have been provost-Marshal twenty years, +And have trussed up a thousand of these rascals, +But so near _Paris_ yet I never met with +One of that Brotherhood. + +_Cham._ We to our cost have, +But will you search the wood? + +_Pro._ It is beset, +They cannot scape us, nothing makes me wonder, +So much as having you within their power +They let you goe; it was a Courtesy, +That French thieves use not often, I much pity +The Gentle Ladies, yet I know not how, +I rather hope than fear. + + _Enter_ Dinant, Cleremont, Verdone, Beaupre, Lamira, Anabel, + Charlote, _Nurse_. + +Are these the prisoners? + +_Din._ We were such. + +_Verd._ Kill me not, excess of joy. + +_Cham._ I see thou livest, but hast thou had no foul play? + +_Lam._ No on my soul, my usage hath been noble, +Far from all violence. + +_Cham._ How were you freed? +But kiss me first, we'l talk of that at leasure, +I am glad I have thee; Niece how you keep off, +As you knew me not? + +_Ana._ Sir, I am where +I owe most duty. + +_Cler._ 'Tis indeed most true Sir, +The man that should have been your bedfellow +Your Lordships bedfellow, that could not smell out +A Virgin of sixteen, that was your fool, +To make you merry, this poor simple fellow +Has met the maid again, and now she knows +He is a man. + +_Cham._ How! is she dishonoured? + +_Cler._ Not unless marriage be dishonourable, +Heaven is a witness of our happy contract, +And the next Priest we meet shall warrant it +To all the world: I lay with her in jeast, +'Tis turn'd to earnest now. + +_Cham._ Is this true, Niece? + +_Din._ Her blushing silence grants it; nay Sir storm not, +He is my friend, and I can make this good, +His birth and fortunes equal hers, your Lordship +Might have sought out a worse, we are all friends too, +All differences end thus. Now Sir, unless +You would raise new dissentions, make perfect +What is so well begun. + +_Vert._ That were not manly. + +_Lam._ Let me perswade you. + +_Cham._ Well God give you joy, +She shall not come a Begger to you Sir. +For you Monsieur _Dinant_ 'ere long I'le shew you +Another Niece, to this not much inferiour, +As you shall like proceed. + +_Din._ I thank you Sir. + +_Cham._ Back then to _Paris_: well that travel ends +That makes of deadly enemies perfect friends. + [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +Prologue. + + +_To promise much, before a play begin, +And when 'tis done, ask pardon, were a sin +We'l not be guilty of: and to excuse +Before we know a fault, were to abuse +The writers and our selves, for I dare say +We all are fool'd if this be not a Play, +And such a play as shall (so should plays do) +Imp times dull wings, and make you merry too. +'Twas to that purpose writ, so we intend it +And we have our wisht ends, if you commend it._ + + + + +Epilogue. + + +Gentlemen, + +_I am sent forth to enquire what you decree } +Of us and of our Poets, they will be } +This night exceeding merry, so will we } +If you approve their labours. They profess +You are their Patrons, and we say no less, +Resolve us then, for you can only tell +Whether we have done id'ly or done well._ + + + + +APPENDIX + +THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER. + + +p. 373, ll. 3-40. Not in 1st folio. + +p. 374, l. 2. 2nd folio _misprints_] aud. + l. 25. 2nd folio _misprints_] Frcenh. + l. 27. And banisht. + l. 35. Will you? and yet--. + l. 37. Mistris, feathers. + +p. 375, l. 30. godly. + +p. 378, l. 8. Epithalamin. + l. 21. for 'twill be. + +p. 379, l. 15. Upon a. + l. 23. tempest. + l. 39. _Omits_ and. + +p. 382, l. 22. 2nd folio _misprints_] by. + l. 33. _Transfers_ to _to beginning of next line._ + +p. 383, l. 16. 2nd folio] their. + l. 36. parts. + +p. 384, l. 2. 2nd folio] beween. + +p. 385, l. 25. On my. + +p. 386, l. 8. make rise. + +p. 387, l. 36. Those dedicates. + +p. 388, l. 30. Lewis eleventh. + +p. 389, l. 3. you persev'd. + l. 19. danger or. + l. 33. _A comma has been inserted at the end of the line._ + +p. 390, l. 4. honours. + l. 5. suffer. + l. 9. loose. + +p. 391, l. 8. to this. + +p. 392, l. 1. up you. + l. 3. 2nd folio _misprints_] pecies. + l. 17. If you. + +p. 394, l. 33. 2nd folio] Avocate. + +p. 396, l. 14. Beau, _instead of_ Cler. + l. 20. what a. + +p. 397, l. 18. _Omits stage direction._ + l. 36. loose. + +p. 398, l. 5. What master. + l. 27. Cock a two. + l. 37. makes all this plaine. + +p. 399, l. 3. 2nd folio _misprints_] Bur. + l. 19. 2nd folio] thow. + l. 34. _Omits_ singing _in stage direction._ + +p. 400, l. 16. my whole. + +p. 401, l. 13. Declare that. + l. 27. And hunny out your. + l. 31. 2nd folio _misprints_] my. + +p. 404, l. 17. 2nd folio _misprints_] imfamie. + +p. 405, l. 39. _Omits_ not. + +p. 406, l. 7. In our. + +p. 409, l. 27. going lesse. + +p. 411, l. 9. ye did. + l. 29. Pray. + l. 36. _Omits_ do. + +p. 412, l. 1. any corner. + l. 5. the louer. + l. 35. laughters. + +p. 413, l. 10. y'are? Gentleman. + l. 15. hate. + l. 17. for my. + l. 22. and carriage ... calls. + l. 35. your. + +p. 414, l. 24. Hee is. + +p. 415, l. 4. will make. + l. 12. Why, to it. + l. 21. wake. + l. 38. Slaves feed. + +p. 416, l. 19. 'ore. + l. 28. a meane. + +p. 417, l. 6. _Adds stage direction_] Wine. + l. 8. doe but kisse. + l. 11. Will you. + l. 28. _Adds stage direction_] Recorders. + +p. 418, l. 37. thou knowest. + +p. 419, l. 4. quarter. + l. 12. Madman, a fool ... shew thee man. + l. 14. No I'le. + l. 32. no flame. + +p. 420, l. 40. point you. + +p. 424, l. 16. 2nd folio _misprints_] dies. + +p. 425, l. 29. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cler. + +p. 427, l. 5. _Adds stage direction_] Put off. + +p. 428, l. 32. Firsts, seconds, thirds. + +p. 429, l. 1. p---- on't. + l. 27. still devising. + +p. 431, l. 19. _Gives this line to_ Lam. + l. 22. _Adds as though a stage direction_] Now. + l. 31. _Reads_ My legs in my good house, my Armour on. + +p. 432, l. 12. yet are, if men. + +p. 435, l. 12. _Reads_] _La-wr._ Bee't then. | Mens fates, etc. + ll. 15 and 16. _Gives these two lines to_ Sam. + l. 18. 2nd folio] Vertagine. + l. 23. Strike. + l. 25. Gives No, no, ... not _to Verta_. + +p. 439, l. 11. Corvina. + l. 34. loose. + +p. 440, l. 1. Quinti. + l. 3. the Chamber doore. + +p. 441, l. 16. 2nd folio] vills. + +p. 444, l. 27. hand of heaven. + +p. 445, l. 24. _Omits_ is. + +p. 448, l. 4. _Omits_ Din. _by mistake and prints_ enjury _for_ enjoy. + +p. 449, l. 35. 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