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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10), by 
+Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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+Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10)
+       The Womans Prize; The Island Princess; The Noble Gentleman;
+       The Coronation; The Coxcomb
+
+Author: Francis Beaumont
+        John Fletcher
+
+Release Date: February 17, 2011 [EBook #35303]
+
+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER'S WORKS ***
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+Produced by Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
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+
+  FRANCIS BEAUMONT
+    Born 1584
+    Died 1616
+
+  JOHN FLETCHER
+    Born 1579
+    Died 1625
+
+
+
+
+  _BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER_
+
+    THE WOMANS PRIZE
+    THE ISLAND PRINCESS
+    THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN
+    THE CORONATION
+    THE COXCOMB
+
+
+  THE TEXT EDITED BY
+  A. R. WALLER, M.A.
+
+
+  Cambridge:
+  at the University Press
+  1910
+
+
+  CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
+  London: FETTER LANE, E.C.
+  C. F. CLAY, MANAGER
+
+  Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET
+  Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO.
+  Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS
+  New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
+  Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD.
+
+  _All rights reserved_
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS
+
+
+                          PAGE
+    The Womans Prize         1
+    The Island Princess     91
+    The Noble Gentleman    171
+    The Coronation         240
+    The Coxcomb            308
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  WOMANS PRIZE,
+  OR
+  THE TAMER TAM'D.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Moroso, _an old rich doting Citizen, suitor to_ Livia.
+    Sophocles, } _Two Gentlemen, friends_
+    Tranio,    }   _to_ Petruchio.
+    Petruchio, _An_ Italian _Gent. Husband to_ Maria.
+    Rowland, _A young Gent. in love with_ Livia.
+    Petronius, _Father to_ Maria _and_ Livia.
+    Jaques, } _Two witty servants to_
+    Pedro,  }   Petruchio.
+    Doctor.
+    Apothecarie.
+    Watchmen.
+    Porters.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Maria,  _A chaste witty Lady,_ } _The two masculine daughters_
+    Livia,  _Mistriss to_ Rowland. }   _of_ Petronius.
+    Biancha, _Their Cosin, and Commander in chief._
+    City Wives,     } _To the relief of the Ladies, of which,_
+    Countrey Wives, }   _two were drunk._
+    Maids.
+
+
+  The Scene London.
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Ladies to you, in whose defence and right,_
+    Fletchers _brave Muse prepar'd her self to fight
+  A battel without blood, 'twas well fought too,
+    (The victory's yours, though got with much ado.)
+  We do present this_ Comedy, _in which
+    A rivulet of pure wit flows, strong and rich
+  In Fancy, Language, and all parts that may
+    Add Grace and Ornament to a merry Play.
+  Which this may prove. Yet not to go too far
+    In promises from this our Female War.
+  We do intreat the angry men would not
+    Expect the mazes of a subtle plot,
+  Set Speeches, high Expressions, and what's worse,
+    In a true_ Comedy, _politick discourse.
+  The end we aim at, is to make you sport;
+    Yet neither gall the City, nor the Court.
+  Hear, and observe his Comique strain, and when
+    Y' are sick-of melancholy, see't agen.
+  'Tis no dear Physick since 'twill quit the cost:
+    Or his intentions with our pains, are lost._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso, Sophocles, _and_ Tranio, _with Rosemary, as from
+        a wedding._
+
+  _Mo._ God give 'em joy.
+
+  _Tra._ Amen.
+
+  _Soph._ Amen, say I too:
+  The pudding's now i'th' proof, alas poor wench.
+  Through what a mine of patience must thou work,
+  E'r thou know'st good hour more!
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis too true: Certain,
+  Methinks her father has dealt harshly with her,
+  Exceeding harshly, and not like a Father,
+  To match her to this Dragon; I protest
+  I pity the poor Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mor._ Methinks now,
+  He's not so terrible as people think him.
+
+  _Soph._ This old thief flatters, out of meer devotion,
+  To please the Father for his second daughter.
+
+  _Tra._ But shall he have her?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, when I have _Rome_.
+  And yet the father's for him.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll assure ye,
+  I hold him a good man.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes sure a wealthy,
+  But whether a good womans man, is doubtful.
+
+  _Tra._ Would 'twere no worse.
+
+  _M[o]r._ What though his other wife,
+  Out of her most abundant soberness,
+  Out of her daily hue and cries upon him,
+  (For sure she was a rebel) turn'd his temper,
+  And forc'd him blow as high as she? dos't follow
+  He must retain that long since buried Tempest,
+  To this soft Maid?
+
+  _Soph._ I fear it.
+
+  _Tra._ So do I too:
+  And so far, that if God had made me woman,
+  And his wife that must be--
+
+  _Mor._ What would you do, Sir?
+
+  _Tra._ I would learn to eat coals with an angry Cat,
+  And spit fire at him: I would (to prevent him)
+  Do all the ramping, roaring tricks, a whore
+  Being drunk, and tumbling ripe, would tremble at:
+  There is no safety else, nor moral wisdom.
+  To be a wife, and his.
+
+  _Soph._ So I should think too.
+
+  _Tra._ For yet the bare remembrance of his first wife
+  (I tell ye on my knowledge, and a truth too)
+  Will make him start in's sleep, and very often
+  Cry out for Cudgels, Colestaves, any thing;
+  Hiding his breeches, out of fear her Ghost
+  Should walk, and wear 'em yet. Since his first marriage,
+  He is no more the still _Petruchio_,
+  Than I am _Babylon_.
+
+  _Soph._ He's a good fellow,
+  And on my word I love him: but to think
+  A fit match for this tender soul--
+
+  _Tra._ His very frown, if she but say her prayers
+  Louder than men talk treason, makes him tinder;
+  The motion of a Dial, when he's testy,
+  Is the same trouble to him as a Water-work;
+  She must do nothing of her self; not eat,
+  Drink, say Sir, how do ye? make her ready, unready,
+  Unless he bid her.
+
+  _Soph._ He will bury her,
+  Ten pound to twenty shillings, within these three weeks.
+
+  _Tra._ I'll be your half.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _with a pot of Wine._
+
+  _Mor._ He loves her most extreamly,
+  And so long 'twill be Honey-moon. Now _Jaques_.
+  You are a busie man I am sure.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes certain,
+  This old sport must have eggs.
+
+  _Sop._ Not yet this ten daies.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sweet Gentlemen with Muskadel.
+
+  _Tra._ That's right, Sir.
+
+  _Mor._ This fellow broods his Master: speed ye _Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ We shall be for you presently.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your worships
+  Shall have it rich and neat: and o' my conscience
+  As welcome as our _Lady-day_: Oh my old Sir,
+  When shall we see your worship run at Ring?
+  That hour, a standing were worth money.
+
+  _Mor._ So Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ Upon my little honesty, your Mistriss,
+  If I have any speculation, must think
+  This single thrumming of a Fiddle,
+  Without a Bow, but even poor sport.
+
+  _Mor._ Y'are merry.
+
+  _Ja._ Would I were wise too: so God bless your worship.
+
+  _Tra._ The fellow tells you true.                         [_Exit_ Jaq.
+
+  _Soph._ When is the day man?
+  Come, come, you'll steal a marriage.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay, believe me:
+  But when her Father pleases, I am ready,
+  And all my friends shall know it.
+
+  _Tra._ Why not now?
+  One charge had serv'd for both.
+
+  _Mor._ There's reason in't.
+
+  _Soph._ Call'd _Rowland_--
+
+  _Mor._ Will ye walk?
+  They'll think we are lost: Come Gentlemen.
+
+  _Tra._ You have wip'd him now.
+
+  _Soph._ So will he never the wench, I hope.
+
+  _Tra._ I wish it.                                           [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Livia.
+
+  _Row._ Now _Livia_, if you'll go away to night,
+  If your affections be not made of words.
+
+  _Liv._ I love you, and you know how dearly _Rowland_,
+  Is there none near us? my affections ever
+  Have been your servants; with what superstition
+  I have ever Sainted you--
+
+  _Row._ Why then take this way.
+
+  _Liv._ 'Twill be a childish, and a less prosperous course,
+  Than his that knows not care: why should we do,
+  Our honest and our hearty love such wrong,
+  To over-run our fortunes?
+
+  _Row._ Then you flatter.
+
+  _Liv._ Alas, you know I cannot.
+
+  _Ro[w]._ What hope's left else
+  But flying to enjoy ye?
+
+  _Liv._ None so far,
+  For let it be admitted, we have time,
+  And all things now in other expectation,
+  My father's bent against us; what but ruine,
+  Can such a by-way bring us? if your fears
+  Would let you look with my eyes, I would shew you,
+  And certain, how our staying here would win us
+  A course, though somewhat longer, yet far surer.
+
+  _Row._ And then _Moroso_ h'as ye.
+
+  _Liv._ No such matter
+  For hold this certain, begging, stealing, whoring,
+  Selling (which is a sin unpardonable)
+  Of counterfeit Cods, or musty English _Croacus_;
+  Switches, or Stones for th' tooth-ache sooner finds me,
+  Than that drawn Fox _Moroso_.
+
+  _Row._ But his money,
+  If wealth may win you--
+
+  _Liv._ If a Hog may be
+  High Priest among the _Jews_? his money _Rowland_?
+  Oh Love forgive me, what faith hast thou?
+  Why, can his money kiss me?
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Behind,
+  Laid out upon a Petticoat: or graspe me
+  While I cry, Oh good thank you? o'my troth
+  Thou mak'st me merry with thy fear: or lie with me.
+  As you may do? alas, what fools you men are?
+  His mouldy money? half a dozen Riders,
+  That cannot sit, but stampt fast to their Saddles?
+  No _Rowland_, no man shall make use of me;
+  My beauty was born free, and free I'll give it
+  To him that loves, not buys me. You yet doubt me.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot say I doubt ye.
+
+  _Liv._ Goe thy ways,
+  Thou art the prettiest puling piece of passion:
+  Y'faith I will not fail thee.
+
+  _Row._ I had rather--
+
+  _Liv._ Prethee believe me, if I do not carry it,
+  For both our goods--
+
+  _Row._ But--
+
+  _Liv._ What but?
+
+  _Row._ I would tell you.
+
+  _Liv._ I know all you can tell me; all's but this,
+  You would have me, and lie with me; is't not so?
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Why you shall; will that content you? Goe.
+
+  _Row._ I am very loth to goe.
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha _and_ Maria.
+
+  _Liv._ Now o' my conscience
+  Thou art an honest fellow: here's my Sister;
+  Go, prethee go; this kiss, and credit me,
+  E'r I am three nights older, I am for thee:
+  You shall hear what I do.
+  Farewel.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel.                                       [_Exit_ Rowland.
+
+  _Liv._ Alas poor fool, how it looks!
+  It would ev'n hang it self, should I but cross it.
+  For pure love to the matter I must hatch it.
+
+  _Bya._ Nay, never look for merry hour, _Maria_,
+  If now you make it not; let not your blushes,
+  Your modesty, and tenderness of spirit,
+  Make you continual Anvile to his anger:
+  Believe me, since his first wife set him going,
+  Nothing can bind his rage: Take your own council,
+  You shall not say that I perswaded you.
+  But if you suffer him--
+
+  _Mar._ Stay, shall I do it?
+
+  _Bya._ Have you a stomach to't?
+
+  _Mar._ I never shew'd it.
+
+  _Bya._ 'Twill shew the rarer and the stronger in you.
+  But do not say I urg'd you.
+
+  _Mar._ I am perfect,
+  Like _Curtius_, to redeem my Countrey, I have
+  Leap'd into this gulph of marriage, and I'll do it.
+  Farewel all poorer thoughts, but spight and anger,
+  Till I have wrought a miracle. Now cosin,
+  I am no more the gentle, tame _Maria_;
+  Mistake me not; I have a new soul in me
+  Made of a North wind, nothing but tempest;
+  And like a tempest shall it make all ruin,
+  Till I have run my Will out.
+
+  _Bya._ This is brave now,
+  If you continue it; but your own Will lead you.
+
+  _Mar._ Adieu all tenderness, I dare continue;
+  Maids that are made of fears, and modest blushes,
+  View me, and love example.
+
+  _Bya._ Here is your Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ Here is the brave old mans love.
+
+  _Bya._ That loves the young man.
+
+  _Mar._ I and hold thee there wench: what a grief of heart is't?
+  When _Paphos_ Revels should rowze up old night,
+  To sweat against a Cork; to lie and tell
+  The clock o'th lungs, to rise sport starv'd?
+
+  _Liv._ Dear Sister,
+  Where have you been, you talk thus?
+
+  _Mar._ Why at Church, wench;
+  Where I am ti'd to talke thus: I am a wife now.
+
+  _Liv._ It seems so, and a modest.
+
+  _Mar._ You are an ass;
+  When thou art married once, thy modesty
+  Will never buy thee pins.
+
+  _Liv._ 'Bless me.
+
+  _Mar._ From what?
+
+  _Bya._ From such a tame fool as our cosin _Livia_?
+
+  _Liv._ You are not mad.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes wench, and so must you be,
+  Or none of our acquaintance: mark me _Livia_;
+  Or indeed fit for our sex: 'Tis bed time.
+  Pardon me yellow _Hymen_, that I mean
+  Thine offerings to protract, or to keep fasting
+  My valiant Bridegroom.
+
+  _Liv._ Whither will this woman?
+
+  _Bya._ You may perceive her end.
+
+  _Liv._ Or rather fear it.
+
+  _Mar._ Dare you be partner in't?
+
+  _Liv._ Leave it _Maria_,
+  I fear I have mark'd too much, for goodness leave it;
+  Divest you with obedient hands, to bed.
+
+  _Mar._ To bed? no _Livia_, there are Comets hang
+  Prodigious over that yet; there's a fellow
+  Must yet before I know that heat (ne'r start wench)
+  Be made a man, for yet he is a monster;
+  Here must his head be _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Never hope it.
+  'Tis as easie with a Sive to scoop the Ocean, as
+  To tame _Petruchio_.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay: _Lucina_ hear me,
+  Never unlock the treasure of my womb
+  For humane fruit, to make it capable;
+  Nor never with thy secret hand make brief
+  A mothers labor to me; if I do
+  Give way unto my married Husband's Will,
+  Or be a Wife in any thing but hopes,
+  Till I have made him easie as a child,
+  And tame as fear, he shall not win a smile,
+  Or a pleas'd look, from this austerity,
+  Though it would pull another Joynture from him,
+  And make him ev'ry day another man;
+  And when I kiss him, till I have my Will,
+  May I be barren of delights, and know
+  Only what pleasures are in dreams, and guesses.
+
+  _Liv._ A strange _Exordium_.
+
+  _Bya._ All the several wrongs
+  Done by Imperious Husbands to their Wives
+  These thousand years and upwards, strengthen thee:
+  Thou hast a brave cause.
+
+  _Mar._ And I'll do it bravely,
+  Or may I knit my life out ever after.
+
+  _Liv._ In what part of the world got she this spirit?
+  Yet pray _Maria_, look before you truly,
+  Besides the obedience of a wife;
+  Which you will find a heavy imputation,
+  Which yet I cannot think your own, it shews
+  So distant from your sweetness.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis I swear.
+
+  _Liv._ Weigh but the person, and the hopes you have,
+  To work this desperate cure.
+
+  _Mar._ A weaker subject
+  Would shame the end I aim at, disobedience.
+  You talk too tamely: By the faith I have
+  In mine own noble Will, that childish woman
+  That lives a prisoner to her Husbands pleasure,
+  Has lost her making, and becomes a beast,
+  Created for his use, not fellowship.
+
+  _Liv._ His first wife said as much.
+
+  _Mar._ She was a fool,
+  And took a scurvy course; let her be nam'd
+  'Mongst those that wish for things, but dare not do'em:
+  I have a new dance for him.
+
+  _Liv._ Are you of this faith?
+
+  _Bya._ Yes truly, and will die in't.
+
+  _Liv._ Why then let's all wear breeches.
+
+  _Mar._ Now thou com'st near the nature of a woman;
+  Hang these tame hearted Eyasses, that no sooner
+  See the Lure out, and hear their Husbands hollow,
+  But cry like Kites upon 'em: The free Haggard
+  (Which is that woman, that hath wing, and knows it,
+  Spirit and plume) will make an hundred checks,
+  To shew her freedom, sail in ev'ry air,
+  And look out ev'ry pleasure; not regarding
+  Lure, nor quarry, till her pitch command
+  What she desires, making her foundred keeper
+  Be glad to fling out trains, and golden ones,
+  To take her down again.
+
+  _Liv._ You are learned, Sister;
+  Yet I say still take heed.
+
+  _Mar._ A witty saying;
+  I'll tell thee _Livia_, had this fellow tired
+  As many wives as horses under him,
+  With spurring of their patience; had he got
+  A Patent, with an Office to reclaim us,
+  Confirm'd by Parliament; had he all the malice
+  And subtilty of Devils, or of us,
+  Or any thing that's worse than both.
+
+  _Liv._ Hey, hey boys, this is excellent.
+
+  _Mar._ Or could he
+  Cast his wives new again, like Bels, to make 'em
+  Sound to his Will; or had the fearful name
+  Of the first breaker of wild women: yet,
+  Yet would I undertake this man, thus single,
+  And, spight of all the freedom he has reach'd to,
+  Turn him and bend him as I list, and mold him
+  Into a babe again; that aged women,
+  W[a]nting both teeth and spleen, may Master him.
+
+  _Bya._ Thou wilt be chronicl'd.
+
+  _Mar._ That's all I aim at.
+
+  _Liv._ I must confess, I do with all my heart
+  Hate an imperious Husband, and in time
+  Might be so wrought upon.
+
+  _Bya._ To make him cuckold?
+
+  _Mar._ If he deserve it.
+
+  _Liv._ Then I'll leave ye Ladies.
+
+  _Bya._ Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee.
+
+  _Mar._ Go sleep, go sleep, what we intend to do,
+  Lies not for such starv'd souls, as thou hast _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Good night: the Bridegroom will be with you presently.
+
+  _Mar._ That's more than you know.
+
+  _Liv._ If ye work upon him,
+  As you have promised, ye may give example,
+  Which no doubt will be followed.
+
+  _Mar._ So.
+
+  _Bya._ Good night: we'll trouble you no further.
+
+  _Mar._ If you intend no good, pray do no harm.
+
+  _Liv._ None, but pray for you.                          [_Exit_ Livia.
+
+  _Bya._ Cheer wench.
+
+  _Mar._ Now _Byancha_,
+  Those wits we have, let's wind 'em to the height.
+  My rest is up wench, and I pull for that
+  Will make me ever famous. They that lay
+  Foundations, are half-builders, all men say.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ My Master forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Oh how does thy Master? prethee commend me to him.
+
+  _Jaq._ How's this? my Master stays forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Why let him stay, who hinders him forsooth?
+
+  _Jaq._ The Revel's ended now,
+  To visit you.
+
+  _Mar._ I am not sick.
+
+  _Jaq._ I mean to see his chamber forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Am I his Groom? where lay he last night forsooth?
+
+  _Ja[q]._ In the low matted Parlour.
+
+  _Mar._ There lies his way by the long Gallery.
+
+  _Jaq._ I mean your chamber: y'are very merry Mistriss.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis a good sign I am sound hearted _Jaques_:
+  But if you'll know where I lie, follow me;
+  And what thou seest, deliver to thy Master.
+
+  _Bya._ Do gentle _Jaques_.                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Ja._ Ha, is the wind in that door?
+  By'r Lady we shall have foul weather then:
+  I do not like the shuffling of these women,
+  They are mad beasts, when they knock their heads together:
+  I have observ'd them all this day; their whispers,
+  One in anothers ear, their signs and pinches,
+  And breaking often into violent laughters:
+  As if the end they purpos'd were their own.
+  Call you this weddings? Sure this is a knavery,
+  A very trick, and dainty knavery,
+  Marvellous finely carried, that's the comfort:
+  What would these women do in ways of honor?
+  That are such Masters this way? Well, my Sir
+  Has been as good at finding out these toys,
+  As any living; if he lose it now,
+  At his own peril be it. I must follow.                        [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scæna Tertia._
+
+        _Enter Servants with Lights_, Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso,
+        Tranio, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Pet._ You that are married, Gentlemen; have at ye
+  For a round wager now.
+
+  _Soph._ Of this nights Stage?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+
+  _Soph._ I am your first man, a pair of Gloves of twenty shillings.
+
+  _Petru._ Done: who takes me up next? I am for all bets.
+
+  _Mor._ Well lusty _Lawrence_, were but my night now,
+  Old as I am, I would make you clap on Spurs,
+  But I would reach you, and bring you to your trot too:
+  I would Gallants.
+
+  _Petru._ Well said good Will; but where's the staff boy, ha?
+  Old father Time, your hour-glass is empty.
+
+  _Tra._ A good tough train would break thee all to pieces;
+  Thou hast not breath enough to say thy prayers.
+
+  _Petron._ See how these boys despise us. Will you to bed son?
+  This pride will have a fall.
+
+  _Petru._ Upon your daughter;
+  But I shall rise again, if there be truth
+  In Eggs, and butter'd Parsnips.
+
+  _Petro._ Will you to bed son, and leave talking?
+  To morrow morning we shall have you look,
+  For all your great words, like _St. George_ at _Kingston_,
+  Running a foot-back from the furious Dragon,
+  That with her angry tail belabours him
+  For being lazie.
+
+  _Tra._ His courage quench'd, and so far quench'd--
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis well Sir.
+  What then?
+
+  _Soph._ Fly, fly, quoth then the fearful dwarfe;
+  Here is no place for living man.
+
+  _Petru._ Well my masters, if I do sink under my business, as I find
+  'tis very possible, I am not the first that has miscarried; So that's
+  my comfort, what may be done without impeach or waste, I can and will
+  do.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  How now, is my fair Bride a bed?
+
+  _Jaq._ No truly, Sir.
+
+  _Petron._ Not a bed yet? body o' me: we'll up and rifle her: here's a
+  coil with a Maiden-head, 'tis not intail'd, is it?
+
+  _Petru._ If it be, I'll try all the Law i'th' Land, but I'll cut it
+  off: let's up, let's up, come.
+
+  _Jaq._ That you cannot neither.
+
+  _Petru._ Why?
+
+  _Jaq._ Unless you'll drop through the Chimney like a Daw, or force a
+  breach i'th' windows: you may untile the house, 'tis possible.
+
+  _Petru._ What dost thou mean?
+
+  _Jaq._ A moral, Sir, the Ballad will express it:
+  _The wind and the rain, has turned you back again,
+  And you cannot be lodged there._ The truth is, all the doors
+  Are baracadoed; not a Cathole, but holds a murd'rer in't.
+  She's victuall'd for this month.
+
+  _Petru._ Art not thou drunk?
+
+  _Soph._ He's drunk, he's drunk; come, come, let's up.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, yes, I am drunk: ye may go up, ye may
+  Gentlemen, but take heed to your heads: I say no more.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll try that.                                   [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Petron._ How dost thou say? the door fast lock'd fellow?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes truly Sir, 'tis lock'd, and guarded too; and two as
+  desperate tongues planted behind it, as e'er yet batter'd: they stand
+  upon their honors, and will not give up without strange composition,
+  I'll assure you; marching away with their Pieces cockt, and Bullets
+  in their mouths, will not satisfie them.
+
+  _Petru._ How's this? how's this? they are--
+  Is there another with her?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes marry is there, and an Enginier.
+
+  _Mor._ Who's that for Heavens sake?
+
+  _Jaq._ Colonel _Byancha_, she commands the works: _Spinola_'s but a
+  Ditcher to her, there's a half-moon: I am but a poor man, but if
+  you'll give me leave, I'll venture a years wages, draw all your force
+  before it, and mount your ablest Piece of battery, you shall not enter
+  it these three nights yet.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Petru._ I should laugh at that good _Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ Beat back again, she's fortified for ever.
+
+  _Jaq._ Am I drunk now, Sir?
+
+  _Soph._ He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd.
+  I have scap'd a pretty scowring.
+
+  _Petru._ What are they mad? have we another _Bedlam_?
+  They do not talke I hope?
+
+  _Soph._ Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at _London-bridge_
+  is nothing near her.
+
+  _Petru._ How got she tongue?
+
+  _Soph._ As you got tail, she was born to't.
+
+  _Petru._ Lock'd out a doors, and on my wedding-night?
+  Nay, and I suffer this, I may goe graze:
+  Come Gentlemen, I'll batter; are these virtues?
+
+  _Soph._ Do, and be beaten off with shame, as I was: I went up, came
+  to th' door, knock'd, no body answer'd; knock'd louder, yet heard
+  nothing: would have broke in by force; when suddainly a Water-work
+  flew from the window with such violence, that had I not duck'd quickly
+  like a Fryer, _cætera quis nescit_? The chamber's nothing but a mere
+  _Ostend_, in every window Pewter Cannons mounted, you'll quickly find
+  with what they are charg'd, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Why then _tantara_ for us.
+
+  _Soph._ And all the lower Works lin'd sure with small shot, long
+  tongues with Fire-locks, that at twelve score blank hit to the heart:
+  now and ye dare go up.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byanca _above._
+
+  _Mar._ The window opens, beat a parley first;
+  I am so much amaz'd, my very hair stands.
+
+  _Petron._ Why how now Daughter: what intrench'd?
+
+  _Mar._ A little guarded for my safety, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ For your safety Sweet-heart? why who offends you?
+  I come not to use violence.
+
+  _Mar._ I think you cannot, Sir, I am better fortified.
+
+  _Petru._ I know your end,
+  You would fain reprieve your Maiden-head
+  A night, or two.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, or ten, or twenty, or say an hundred;
+  Or indeed, till I list lie with you.
+
+  _Soph._ That's a shrewd saying; from this present hour,
+  I never will believe a silent woman.
+  When they break out they are bonfires.
+
+  _Petro._ Till you list lie with him? why who are you Madam?
+
+  _Bya._That trim Gentlemans wife, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Cry you mercy, do you command too?
+
+  _Mar._ Yes marry does she, and in chief.
+
+  _Bya._ I do command, and you shall go without:
+  (I mean your wife, for this night)
+
+  _Mar._ And for the next too wench, and so as'[t follows]
+
+  _Petro._ Thou wilt not, wilt'a?
+
+  _Mar._ Yes indeed dear father,
+  And till he seal to what I shall set down,
+  For any thing I know for ever.
+
+  _Soph._ Indeed these are Bug[s]-words.
+
+  _Tra._ You hear Sir, she can talk, God be thanked.
+
+  _Petru._ I would I heard it not, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ I find that all the pity bestow'd upon this woman,
+  Makes but an Anagram of an ill wife,
+  For she was never virtuous.
+
+  _Petru._ You'll let me in I hope, for all this jesting.
+
+  _Mar._ Hope still, Sir.
+
+  _Petron._ You will come down I am sure.
+
+  _Mar._ I am sure I will not.
+
+  _Petron._ I'll fetch you then.
+
+  _Bya._ The power of the whole County cannot, Sir,
+  Unless we please to yield, which yet I think
+  We shall not; charge when you please, you shall
+  Hear quickly from us.
+
+  _Mor._ Bless me from a chicken of thy hatching,
+  Is this wiving?
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee _Maria_ tell me what's the reason,
+  And doe it freely, you deal thus strangely with me?
+  You were not forc'd to marry, your consent
+  Went equally with mine, if not before it:
+  I hope you do not doubt I want that mettle
+  A man should have to keep a woman waking;
+  I would be sorry to be such a Saint yet:
+  My person, as it is not excellent,
+  So 'tis not old, nor lame, nor weak with Physick,
+  But well enough to please an honest woman,
+  That keeps her house, and loves her Husband.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis so.
+
+  _Petru._ My means and my conditions are no shamers
+  Of him that owes 'em, all the world knows that,
+  And my friends no reliers on my fortunes.
+
+  _Mar._ All this I believe, and none of all these parcels
+  I dare [ex]cept against; nay more, so far
+  I am from making these the ends I aim at,
+  These idle outward things, these womens fears,
+  That were I yet unmarried, free to choose
+  Through all the Tribes of man, I'll take _Petruchio_
+  In's shirt, with one ten Groats to pay the Priest,
+  Before the best man living, or the ablest
+  That e'er leap'd out of _Lancashire_, and they are right ones.
+
+  _Petron._ Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating
+  Out of the window like a broken Miller!
+
+  _Petru._ If you will have me credit you _Maria_,
+  Come down, and let your love confirm it.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make.
+
+  _Bya._ Play sure wench, the Packs in thine own hand.
+
+  _Soph._ Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches
+  Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom.
+
+  _Petru._ Why this is a Riddle:
+  I love you, and I love you not.
+
+  _Mar._ It is so:
+  And till your own experience do untie it,
+  This distance I must keep.
+
+  _Petru._ If you talk more,
+  I am angry, very angry.
+
+  _Mar._ I am glad on't, and I will talk.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee peace,
+  Let me not think thou art mad. I tell thee woman,
+  If thou goest forward, I am still _Petruchio_.
+
+  _Mar._ And I am worse, a woman that can fear
+  Neither _Petruchio Furius_, nor his fame,
+  Nor any thing that tends to our allegeance;
+  There's a short method for you, now you know me.
+
+  _Petru._ If you can carry't so, 'tis very well.
+
+  _Bya._ No, you shall carry it, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Peace gentle Low-bel.
+
+  _Petron._ Use no more words, but come down instantly,
+  I charge thee by the duty of a child.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee come _Maria_, I forgive all.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay there; That duty, that you charge me by
+  (If you consider truly what you say)
+  Is now another man's, you gave't away
+  I' th' Church, if you remember, to my Husband:
+  So all you can exact now, is no more
+  But only a due reverence to your person,
+  Which thus I pay: Your blessing, and I am gone
+  To bed for this night.
+
+  _Petron._ This is monstrous:
+  That blessing that _St. Dunstan_ gave the Devil,
+  If I were neer thee, I would give thee--
+  Pull thee down by th' nose.
+
+  _By._ Saints should not rave, Sir;
+  A little Rubarb now were excellent.
+
+  _Petru._ Then by that duty you owe to me _Maria_,
+  Open the door, and be obedient: I am quiet yet.
+
+  _Mar._ I do confess that duty, make your best on't.
+
+  _Petru._ Why give me leave, I will.
+
+  _Bya._ Sir, there's no learning
+  An old stiff Jade to trot, you know the moral.
+
+  _Mar._ Yet as I take it, Sir, I owe no more
+  Than you owe back again.
+
+  _Petru._ You will not Article?
+  All I owe, presently, let me but up, I'll pay.
+
+  _Mar._ Y'are too hot, and such prove Jades at length;
+  You do confess a duty, or respect to me from you again:
+  That's very near, or full the same with mine?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+
+  _Mar._ Then by that duty, or respect, or what
+  You please to have it, go to bed and leave me,
+  And trouble me no longer with your fooling;
+  For know, I am not for you.
+
+  _Petru._ Well, what remedy?
+
+  _Petron._ A fine smart Cudgel. Oh that I were near thee.
+
+  _Bya._ If you had teeth now, what a case were we in!
+
+  _M[o]r._ These are the most authentique Rebels, next
+  _Tyrone_, I ever read of.
+
+  _Mar._ A week hence, or a fortnight, as you bear you,
+  And as I find my will observ'd, I may,
+  With intercession of some friends, be brought
+  May be to kiss you; and so quarterly
+  To pay a little Rent by composition,
+  You understand me?
+
+  _Soph._ Thou Boy thou.
+
+  _Petru._ Well there are more Maids than _Maudlin_, that's my comfort.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, and more men than _Michael_.
+
+  _Petru._ I must not to bed with this stomach, and no meat Lady.
+
+  _Mar._ Feed where you will, so it be sound and wholsome,
+  Else live at Livery, for I'll none with you.
+
+  _By._ You had best back one of the Dairy Maids, they'll carry.
+  But take heed to your girths, you'll get a bruise else.
+
+  _Petru._ Now if thou wouldst come down and tender me:
+  All the delights due to a marriage-bed,
+  Study such kisses as would melt a man,
+  And turn thy self into a thousand Figures,
+  To add new flames unto me, I would stand
+  Thus heavy, thus regardless, thus despising
+  Thee, and thy best allurings: all the beauty
+  That's laid upon your bodies, mark me well,
+  For without doubt your mind's are miserable,
+  You have no Masques for them: all this rare beauty,
+  Lay but the Painter and the Silk-worm by,
+  The Doctor with his Dyets, and the Tailor,
+  And you appear like flea'd Cats, not so handsome.
+
+  _Mar._ And we appear like her that sent us hither,
+  That only excellent and beauteous nature;
+  Truly our selves for men to wonder at,
+  But too divine to handle; we are Gold,
+  In our own natures pure; but when we suffer
+  The husbands stamp upon us, then allays,
+  And base ones of you men are mingled with us,
+  And make us blush like Copper.
+
+  _Petru._ Then, and never
+  Till then are women to be spoken of,
+  For till that time you have no souls I take it:
+  Good night: come Gentlemen; I'll fast for this night,
+  But by this hand, well; I shall come up yet.
+
+  _Mar._ No.
+
+  _Petru._ There will I watch thee like a wither'd Jury,
+  Thou shalt neither have meat, Fire, nor Candle,
+  Nor any thing that's easie: do you rebel so soon?
+  Yet take mercy.
+
+  _By._ Put up your Pipes: to bed Sir, I'll assure you
+  A months siege will not shake us.
+
+  _Moro._ Well said Colonel.
+
+  _Mar._ To bed, to bed _Petruchio_: good night Gentlemen,
+  You'll make my Father sick with sitting up:
+  Here you shall find us any time these ten days,
+  Unless we may march off with our contentment.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll hang first.
+
+  _Mar._ And I'll quarter if I do not,
+  I'll make you know, and fear a wife _Petruchio_,
+  There my cause lies.
+  You have been famous for a woman-tamer,
+  And bear the fear'd-name of a brave Wife-breaker:
+  A woman now shall take those honors off,
+  And tame you; nay, never look so bigg, she shall, believe me,
+  And I am she: what think ye; good night to all,
+  Ye shall find Centinels.
+
+  _By._ If ye dare sally.                               [_Exeunt above._
+
+  _Petro._ The devil's in 'em, ev'n the very devil, the downright devil.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll devil 'em: by these ten bones I will: I'll bring it to
+  the old Proverb, no sport no pie:----taken down i'th' top of all my
+  speed; this is fine dancing: Gentlemen, stick to me. You see our
+  Freehold's touch'd, and by this light, we will beleagure 'em, and
+  either starve 'em out, or make 'em recreant.
+
+  _Petro._ I'll see all passages stopt, but those about 'em:
+  If the good women of the Town dare succor 'em,
+  We shall have wars indeed.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll stand perdue upon 'em.
+
+  _Mor._ My Regiment shall lie before.
+
+  _Jaq._ I think so, 'tis grown too old to stand.
+
+  _Petru._ Let's in, and each provide his tackle,
+  We'll fire 'em out, or make 'em take their pardons:
+  Hear what I say on their bare knees--
+  Am I _Petruchio_, fear'd, and spoken of,
+  And on my wedding night am I thus jaded?                [_Exeunt omn._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Pedro _at several doors._
+
+  _Row._ Now _Pedro_?
+
+  _Ped._ Very busie Master _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ What haste man?
+
+  _Ped._ I beseech you pardon me,
+  I am not mine own man.
+
+  _Row._ Thou art not mad?
+
+  _Ped._ No; but believe me, as hasty--
+
+  _Row._ The cause good _Pedro_?
+
+  _Ped._ There be a thousand Sir; you are not married?
+
+  _Row._ Not yet.
+
+  _Ped._ Keep your self quiet then.
+
+  _Row._ Why?
+
+  _Ped._ You'll find a Fiddle
+  That never will be tun'd else: from all women--               [_Exit._
+
+  _Row._ What ails the fellow tro? _Jaques_?
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your friend Sir.
+  But very full of business.
+
+  _Row._ Nothing but business?
+  Prethee the reason, is there any dying?
+
+  _Jaq._ I would there were Sir.
+
+  _Row._ But thy business?
+
+  _Jaq._ I'll tell you in a word, I am sent to lay
+  An Imposition upon Souse and Puddings,
+  Pasties, and penny Custards, that the women
+  May not relieve yo[n] Rebels: Fare ye well, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ How does my Mistriss?
+
+  _Jaq._ Like a resty jade.
+  She's spoil'd for riding.                              [_Exit_ Jaques.
+
+  _Row._ What a devil ail they?
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  Custards, and penny Pasties, Fools and Fiddles,
+  What's this to th' purpose? Oh well met.
+
+  _Soph._ Now _Rowland_.
+  I cannot stay to talk long.
+
+  _Row._ What's the matter?
+  Here's stirring, but to what end? whither goe you?
+
+  _Soph._ To view the Works.
+
+  _Row._ What Works?
+
+  _Soph._ The womens Trenches.
+
+  _Row._ Trenches? are such to see?
+
+  _Soph._ I do not jest, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot understand you.
+
+  _Soph._ Do not you hear
+  In what a state of quarrel the new Bride
+  Stands with her Husband?
+
+  _Row._ Let him stand with her, and there's an end.
+
+  _Soph._ It should be, but by'r Lady
+  She holds him out at Pikes end, and defies him,
+  And now is fortifi'd, such a Regiment of Rutters
+  Never defied men braver: I am sent
+  To view their preparation.
+
+  _Row._ This is news
+  Stranger than Arms in the air: you saw not
+  My gentle Mistriss?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, and meditating
+  Upon some secret business, when she had found it
+  She leap'd for joy, and laugh'd, and straight retir'd
+  To shun _Moroso_.
+
+  _Row._ This may be for me.
+
+  _Soph._ Will you along?
+
+  _Row._ No.
+
+  _Soph._ Farewel.                                    [_Exit_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel, Sir.
+  What should her musing mean, and what her joy in't,
+  If not for my advantage? stay ye; may not
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _at one door, and_ Moroso _at another, hearkning._
+
+  That bob-tail jade _Moroso_, with his Gold,
+  His gew-gaudes, and the hope she has to send him
+  Quickly to dust, excite this? here she comes,
+  And yonder walks the Stallion to discover:
+  Yet I'll salute her: save you beauteous Mistriss.
+
+  _Liv._ The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you Sir.
+
+  _Row._ Why do you look so strange?
+
+  _Liv._ I use to look Sir
+  Without examination.
+
+  _Mar._ Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.
+
+  _Row._ Belike then
+  The object discontents you?
+
+  _Liv._ Yes it does.
+
+  _Row._ Is't come to this? you know me, do you not?
+
+  _Liv._ Yes, as I may know many by repentance.
+
+  _Row._ Why do you break your faith?
+
+  _Liv._ I'll tell you that too,
+  You are under age, and no band holds upon you.
+
+  _Mor._ Excellent wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Sue out your understanding,
+  And get more hair to cover your bare knuckle;
+  (For boys were made for nothing, but dry kisses)
+  And if you can, more manners.
+
+  _Mor._ Better still.
+
+  _Liv._ And then if I want _Spanish_ Gloves, or Stockings,
+  A ten pound Wastecoat, or a Nag to hunt on,
+  It may be I shall grace you to accept 'em.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel, and when I credit women more,
+  May I to _Smithfield_, and there buy a Jade,
+  (And know him to be so) that breaks my neck.
+
+  _Liv._ Because I have known you, I'll be thus kind to you;
+  Farewel, and be a man, and I'll provide you,
+  Because I see y'are desperate, some staid Chamber-maid
+  That may relieve your youth with wholsome doctrine.
+
+  _Mor._ She's mine from all the world: ha wench?
+
+  _Liv._ Ha Chicken?--            [_gives him a box o' th' ear, and Ex._
+
+  _Mor._ How's this? I do not love these favors: save you.
+
+  _Row._ The devil take thee--                [_wrings him by th' nose._
+
+  _Mor._ Oh!
+
+  _Row._ There's a Love-token for you: thank me now.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll think on some of ye, and if I live,
+  My nose alone shall not be plaid withal.                      [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, _and_ Moroso.
+
+  _Petro._ A Box o'th' ear do you say?
+
+  _Mor._ Yes sure, a sound one,
+  Beside my nose blown to my hand; if _Cupid_
+  Shoot Arrows of that weight, I'll swear devoutly,
+  H'as sued his Livery, and is no more a boy.
+
+  _Petro._ You gave her some ill language?
+
+  _Mor._ Not a word.
+
+  _Petro._ Or might be you were fumbling?
+
+  _Mor._ Would I had Sir.
+  I had been a forehand then; but to be baffl'd,
+  And have no feeling of the cause--
+
+  _Petro._ Be patient,
+  I have a medicine clapt to her back will cure her.
+
+  _Mor._ No sure it must be afore, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ O' my conscience,
+  When I got these two wenches (who till now
+  Ne'r shew'd their riding) I was drunk with Bastard,
+  Whose nature is to form things like it self
+  Heady, and monstrous: did she slight him too?
+
+  _Mor._ That's all my comfort: a meer Hobby-horse
+  She made child _Rowland_: s'foot she would not know him,
+  Not give him a free look, not reckon him
+  Among her thoughts, which I held more than wonder,
+  I having seen her within's three days kiss him
+  With such an appetite as though she would eat him.
+
+  _Petro._ There is some trick in this: how did he take it?
+
+  _Mor._ Ready to cry; he ran away.
+
+  _Petro._ I fear her.
+  And yet I tell you, ever to my anger,
+  She is as tame as innocency; it may be
+  This blow was but a favour.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll be sworn 'twas well tied on then.
+
+  _Petro._ Goe too, pray forget it,
+  I have bespoke a Priest: and within's two hours
+  I'll have ye married; will that please you?
+
+  _Mor._ Yes.
+
+  _Petro._ I'll see it done my self, and give the Lady
+  Such a sound exhortation for this knavery
+  I'll warrant you, shall make her smell this month on't.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay good Sir be not violent.
+
+  _Petro._ Neither--
+
+  _Mor._ It may be
+  Out of her earnest love there grew a longing
+  (As you know women have such toys) in kindness,
+  To give me a box o'th' ear, or so.
+
+  _Petro._ It may be.
+
+  _Mor._ I reckon for the best still: this night then
+  I shall enjoy her.
+
+  _Petro._ You shall handsel her.
+
+  _Mor._ Old as I am, I'll give her one blow for't
+  Shall make her groan this twelve-month.
+
+  _Petro._ Where's your Joynture?
+
+  _Mor._ I have a Joynture for her.
+
+  _Petro._ Have your Council perus'd it yet?
+
+  _Mor._ No Council but the night, and your sweet daughter,
+  Shall e'r peruse that joynture.
+
+  _Petro._ Very well, Sir.
+
+  _Moro._ I'll no demurrers on't, nor no rejoynders.
+  The other's ready seal'd.
+
+  _Petro._ Come then let's comfort
+  My Son _Petruchio_, he's like little Children
+  That loose their baubles, crying ripe.
+
+  _Mor._ Pray tell me,
+  Is this stern woman still upon the flaunt
+  Of bold defiance?
+
+  _Petro._ Still, and still she shall be,
+  Till she be starv'd out, you shall see such justice,
+  That women shall be glad after this tempest,
+  To tie their husbands shooes, and walk their horses.
+
+  _Mor._ That were a merry world: do you hear the rumor?
+  They say the women are in insurrection,
+  And mean to make a--
+
+  _Petro._ They'll sooner
+  Draw upon walls as we do: Let 'em, let 'em,
+  We'll ship 'em out in Cuck-stools, there they'll sail
+  As brave _Columbus_ did, till they discover
+  The happy Islands of obedience.
+  We stay too long, Come.
+
+  _Mor._ Now _St. George_ be with us.                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _alone._
+
+  _Liv._ Now if I can but get in handsomely,
+  Father I shall deceive you; and this night
+  For all your private plotting, I'll no wedlock;
+  I have shifted sail, and find my Sisters safety
+  A sure retirement; pray to heaven that _Rowland_
+  Do not believe too far, what I said to him,
+  For yon old Foxcase forc'd me, that's my fear.
+  Stay, let me see, this quarter fierce _Petruchio_
+  Keeps with his Myrmidons, I must be suddain,
+  If he seize on me, I can look for nothing
+  But Marshal-Law; to this place have I scap'd him;
+  Above there.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byancha _above._
+
+  _Mar._ _Cheval' a._
+
+  _Liv._ A friend.
+
+  _By._ Who are you?
+
+  _Liv._ Look out and know.
+
+  _Mar._ Alas poor wench, who sent thee?
+  What weak fool made thy tongue his Orator?
+  I know you come to parly.
+
+  _Liv._ Y'are deceiv'd,
+  Urg'd by the goodness of your cause, I come
+  To do as you do.
+
+  _Mar._ Y'are too weak, too foolish,
+  To cheat us with your smoothness: do not we know
+  Thou hast been kept up tame?
+
+  _Liv._ Believe me.
+
+  _Mar._ No, prethee good _Livia_
+  Utter thy Eloquence somewhere else.
+
+  _By._ Good Cosin
+  Put up your Pipes; we are not for your palate
+  Alas we know who sent you.
+
+  _Liv._ O' my word--
+
+  _By._ Stay there; you must not think your word,
+  Or by your Maidenhead, or such Sunday oaths,
+  Sworn after Even-Song, can inveigle us
+  To lose our hand-fast: did their wisdoms think
+  That sent you hither, we would be so foolish,
+  To entertain our gentle Sister _Sinon_,
+  And give her credit, while the wooden Jade
+  _Petruchio_ stole upon us: no good Sister,
+  Go home, and tell the merry _Greeks_ that sent you,
+  _Ilium_ shall burn, and I, as did _Æneas_,
+  Will on my back, spite of the _Myrmidons_,
+  Carry this warlike Lady, and through Seas
+  Unknown, and unbeliev'd, seek out a Land,
+  Where like a race of noble _Amazons_
+  We'll root our se[l]ves, and to our endless glory
+  Live, and despise base men.
+
+  _Liv._ I'll second ye.
+
+  _By._ How long have you been thus?
+
+  _Liv._ That's all one, Cosin,
+  I stand for freedom now.
+
+  _By._ Take heed of lying;
+  For by this light, if we do credit you,
+  And find you tripping, his infliction
+  That kill'd the Prince of _Orange_, will be sport
+  To what we purpose.
+
+  _Liv._ Let me feel the heaviest.
+
+  _Mar._ Swear by thy Sweet-heart _Rowland_ (for by your maiden-head,
+  I fear 'twill be too late to swear) you mean
+  Nothing but fair and safe, and honourable
+  To us, and to your self.
+
+  _Liv._ I swear.
+
+  _By._ Stay yet,
+  Swear as you hate _Moroso_, that's the surest,
+  And as you have a certain fear to find him
+  Worse than a poor dry'd _Jack_, full of more aches
+  Than _Autumn_ has; more knavery, and usury,
+  And foolery, and brokery, than dogs-ditch:
+  As you do constantly believe he's nothing
+  But an old empty bag with a grey beard,
+  And that Beard such a bob-tail, that it looks
+  Worse than a Mares tail eaten off with Fillies:
+  As you acknowledge that young handsome wench
+  That lies by such a _Bilboa_ blade that bends
+  With ev'ry pass he makes, to th' hilts, [most] miserable,
+  A dry Nurse to his Coughs, a fewterer
+  To such a nasty fellow, a robb'd thing
+  Of all delights youth looks for: and to end,
+  One cast away on course beef, born to brush
+  That everlasting Cassock that has worn
+  As many servants out, as the Northeast passage
+  Has consum'd Sailors: if you swear this, and truly
+  Without the reservation of a gown
+  Or any meritorious Petticoat,
+  'Tis like we shall believe you.
+
+  _Liv._ I do swear it.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay yet a little; came this wholsome motion
+  (Deal truly Sister) from your own opinion,
+  Or some suggestion of the Foe?
+
+  _Liv._ Nev'r fear me,
+  For by that little faith I have in Husbands,
+  And the great zeal I bear your cause, I come
+  Full of that liberty you stand for, Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ If we believe, and you prove recreant, _Livia_,
+  Think what a maim you give the noble Cause
+  We now stand up for: Think what women shall,
+  An hundred years hence, speak thee, when examples
+  Are look'd for, and so great ones, whose relations,
+  Spoke as we do 'em wench, shall make new customs.
+
+  _By._ If you be false, repent, go home, and pray,
+  And to the serious women of the City
+  Confess your self; bring not a sin so hainous
+  To load thy soul to this place: mark me _Livia_,
+  If thou be'st double, and betray'st our honors,
+  And we fail in our purpose: get thee where
+  There is no women living, nor no hope
+  There ever shall be.
+
+  _Mar._ If a Mothers daughter,
+  That ever heard the name of stubborn husband
+  Find thee, and know thy sin.
+
+  _By._ Nay, if old age,
+  One that has worn away the name of woman,
+  And no more left to know her by, but railing,
+  No teeth, nor eyes, nor legs, but wooden ones
+  Come but i'th' wind-ward of thee, for sure she'll smell thee;
+  Thou'lt be so rank, she'll ride thee like a night-Mare,
+  And say her Prayers back-ward to undo thee:
+  She'll curse thy meat and drink, and when thou marriest,
+  Clap a sound spell for ever on thy pleasures.
+
+  _Mar._ Children of five year old, like little Fairies,
+  Will pinch thee into motley: all that ever
+  Shall live, and hear of thee, I mean all women,
+  Will (like so many furies) shake their keys;
+  And toss their flaming distaffs o'r their heads,
+  Crying revenge: take heed, 'tis hideous:
+  Oh 'tis a fearful office, if thou hadst
+  (Though thou be'st perfect now) when thou cam'st hither,
+  A false imagination, get thee gone,
+  And as my learned Cosin said, repent,
+  This place is sought by soundness.
+
+  _Liv._ So I seek it,
+  Or let me be a most despis'd example.
+
+  _Mar._ I do believe thee, be thou worthy of it.
+  You come not empty?
+
+  _Liv._ No, here's Cakes, and cold meat,
+  And Tripe of proof: behold, here's Wine and Beer,
+  Be suddain, I shall be surpriz'd else.
+
+  _Mar._ Meet at the low parlour door, there lies a close way:
+  What fond obedience you have living in you,
+  Or duty to a man before you enter,
+  Fling it away, 'twill but defile our Off'rings.
+
+  _By._ Be wary as you come.
+
+  _Liv._ I warrant ye.                                        [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Tertia._
+
+        _Enter three Maids._
+
+  _1 Mai._ How goes your business Girls?
+
+  _2._ A foot, and fair.
+
+  _3._ If fortune favour us: away to your strength,
+  The Countrey Forces are arriv'd, be gone,
+  We are discover'd else.
+
+  _1._ Arm, and be valiant.
+
+  _2._ Think of our cause.
+
+  _3._ Our Justice.
+
+  _1._ 'Tis sufficient.                                       [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Tranio _at several doors._
+
+  _Tra._ Now _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ How doe you?
+
+  _Tra._ How dost thou man?
+  Thou look'st ill:
+
+  _[R]ow._ Yes, pray can you tell me _Tranio_,
+  Who knew the devil first?
+
+  _Tra._ A woman.
+
+  _Row._ So. Were they not well acquainted?
+
+  _Tra._ May be so,
+  For they had certain Dialogues together.
+
+  _Row._ He sold her fruit, I take it?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, and Cheese
+  That choak'd all mankind after.
+
+  _Row._ Canst thou tell me
+  Whether that woman ever had a faith
+  After she had eaten?
+
+  _Tra._ That's a School-question
+
+  _Row._ No,
+  'Tis no question, for believe me _Tranio_,
+  That cold fruit after eating bread naught in her
+  But windy promises, and chollick vows
+  That broke out both ways.
+  [Thou] hast heard I am sure
+  Of _Esculapius_, a far famed Surgeon,
+  One that could set together quarter'd Traitors
+  And make 'em honest men.
+
+  _Tra._ How dost thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ Let him but take, (if [h]e dare do a cure
+  Shall get him fame indeed) a faithless woman,
+  There will be credit for him, that will speak him,
+  A broken woman _Tranio_, a base woman,
+  And if he can cure such a rack of honor
+  Let him come here, and practice.
+
+  _Tra._ Now for honors sake,
+  Why what ail'st thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ I am ridden _Tranio_.
+  And spur-gall'd to the life of patience
+  (Heaven keep my wits together) by a thing
+  Our worst thoughts are too noble for, a woman.
+
+  _Tra._ Your Mistriss has a little frown'd it may be?
+
+  _Row._ She was my Mistriss.
+
+  _Tra._ Is she not?
+
+  _R[o]w._ No _Tranio_.
+  She has done me such disgrace, so spitefully
+  So like a woman bent to my undoing,
+  That henceforth a good horse shall be my Mistriss,
+  A good Sword, or a Book: and if you see her,
+  Tell her I [doe] beseech you, even for love sake.--
+
+  _Tra._ I will _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ She may sooner
+  Count the good I have thought her,
+  Our old love and our friendship,
+  Shed one true tear, mean one hour constantly,
+  Be old and honest, married, and a maid,
+  Than make me see her more, or more believe her:
+  And now I have met a messenger, farewel Sir.                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Tra._ Alas poor _Rowland_, I will do it for thee:
+  This is that dog _Moroso_, but I hope
+  To see him cold i'th' mouth first, e'r he enjoy her:
+  I'll watch this young man, desperate thoughts may seize him,
+  And if my purse or council can, I'll ease him.                [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quinta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Petru._ For look you Gentlemen, say that I grant her,
+  Out of my free and liberal love, a pardon,
+  Which you, and all men else know, she deserves not,
+  _(Teneatis amici)_ can all the world leave laughing?
+
+  _Petro._ I think not.
+
+  _Petru._ No by ---- they cannot;
+  For pray consider, have you ever read,
+  Or heard of, or can any man imagine.
+  So stiff a _Tom-boy_, of so set a malice,
+  And such a brazen resolution,
+  As this young Crab-tree? and then answer me,
+  And mark but this too friends, without a cause,
+  Not a foul word come cross her, not a fear,
+  She justly can take hold on, and do you think
+  I must sleep out my anger, and endure it,
+  Sow pillows to her ease, and lull her mischief?
+  Give me a Spindle first: no, no my Masters,
+  Were she as fair as _Nell-a-Greece_, and housewife,
+  As good as the wise Sailors wife, and young still,
+  Never above fifteen, and these tricks to it,
+  She should ride the wild Mare once a week, she should,
+  (Believe me friends she should) I would tabor her,
+  Till all the Legions that are crept into her,
+  Flew out with fire i'th' tails.
+
+  _Soph._ Methinks you err now,
+  For to me seems, a little sufferance
+  Were a far surer cure.
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I can suffer,
+  Where I see promises of peace and amendment.
+
+  _Mor._ Give her a few conditions.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll be hanged first.
+
+  _Petron._ Give her a Crab-tree Cudgel.
+
+  _Petru._ So I will;
+  And after it a flock-bed for her bones.
+  And hard eggs, till they brace her like a Drum,
+  She shall be pamper'd with ----
+  She shall not know a stool in ten months, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Soph._ This must not be.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Arm, arm, out with your weapons,
+  For all the women in the Kingdom's on ye;
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro.
+
+  They swarm like wasps, and nothing can destroy 'em,
+  But stopping of their hive, and smothering of 'em,
+
+  _Ped._ Stand to your guard, Sir, all the devils extant
+  Are broke upon us like a cloud of thunder;
+  There are more women marching hitherward,
+  In rescue of my Mistriss, than e'er turn'd tail
+  At _Sturbridge_ Fair, and I believe, as fiery.
+
+  _Jaq._ The forlorn hope's led by a Tanner's wife,
+  I know her by her Hide, a desperate woman:
+  She flead her Husband in her youth, and made
+  Raynes of his Hide to ride the parish. Take 'em all together,
+  They are a genealogy of Jennets, gotten
+  And born thus by the boisterous breath of Husbands;
+  They serve sure, a[n]d are swift to catch occasion,
+  (I mean their foes or Husbands) by the forelocks,
+  And there they hang like favours; cry they can
+  But more for Noble spight, than fear: and crying
+  Like the old Giants that were foes to heaven,
+  They heave ye stool on stool, and fling main Pot-lids
+  Like massie Rocks, dart Ladles, tossing Irons,
+  And Tongs like Thunderbolts, till overlaid,
+  They fall beneath the weight; yet still aspiring
+  At those Emperious [Codsheads] that would tame 'em.
+  There's ne'r a one of these, the worst and weakest,
+  (Chuse where you will,) but dare attempt the raising,
+  Against the soveraign peace of Puritans,
+  A _May_-pole and a Morris, maugre mainly
+  Their zeal, and Dudgeon-daggers: and yet more,
+  Dares plant a stand of batt'ring Ale against 'em,
+  And drink 'em out o'th' parish.
+
+  _Soph._ Lo you fierce _Petruchio_, this comes of your impatience.
+
+  _Ped._ There's one brought in the Bears against the Canons
+  Of the Town, made it good, and fought 'em.
+
+  _Jaq._ Another to her everlasting fame, erected
+  Two Ale-houses of ease: the Quarter-Sessions
+  Running against her roundly; in which business
+  Two of the disanullers lost their night-caps:
+  A third stood excommunicate by the cudgel;
+  The Constable, to her eternal glory,
+  Drunk hard, and was converted, and she victor.
+
+  _Ped._ Then are they victualed with Pies and Puddings,
+  (The trappings of good Stomachs) noble Ale
+  The true defender, Sausages, and smoak'd ones,
+  If need be, such as serve for Pikes; and Pork,
+  (Better the Jews ne'r hated:) here and there
+  A bottle of _Metheglin_, a stout _Britain_
+  That will stand to 'em; what else they want, they war for.
+
+  _Petru._ Come to council.
+
+  _Soph._ Now you must grant conditions, or the Kingdom
+  Will have no other talke but this.
+
+  _Petron._ Away then, and let's advise the best.
+
+  _Soph._ Why do you tremble?
+
+  _Mor._ Have I liv'd thus long to be knockt o'th' head,
+  With half a Washing-beetle: pray be wise, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Come, something I'll do, but what it is, I know not.
+
+  _Soph._ To Council then, and let's avoid their follies.
+  Guard all the doors, or we shall not have a Cloak left.     [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna_ [_Sexta._]
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Petruchio, Moroso, Sophocles, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ I am indifferent, though I must confess,
+  I had rather see her carted.
+
+  _Tra._ No more of that, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Are ye resolv'd to give her fair conditions?
+  'Twill be the safest way.
+
+  _Petru._ I am distracted,
+  Would I had run my head into a halter
+  When I first woo'd her: if I offer peace,
+  She'll urge her own conditions, that's the devil.
+
+  _Soph._ Why, say she do?
+
+  _Petru._ Say, I am made an Ass, then;
+  I know her aim: may I, with reputation
+  (Answer me this) with safety of mine honor,
+  (After the mighty manage of my first wife,
+  Which was indeed a fury to this Filly,
+  After my twelve strong labours to reclaim her,
+  Which would have made Don _Hercules_ horn mad,
+  And hid him in his Hide) suffer this _Cicely_?
+  E're she have warm'd my sheets, e're grappell'd with me,
+  This Pinck, this painted Foist, this Cockle-boat,
+  To hang her Fights out, and defie me friends,
+  A well known man of war? if this be equal,
+  And I may suffer, say, and I have done?
+
+  _Petron._ I do not think you may.
+
+  _Tra._ You'll make it worse, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray hear me good _Petruchio_: but ev'n now,
+  You were contented to give all conditions,
+  To try how far she would carry: 'Tis a folly,
+  (And you will find it so) to clap the curb on,
+  E're you be sure it proves a natural wildness,
+  And not a forc'd. Give her conditions,
+  For on my life this trick is put into her.
+
+  _Petron._ I should believe so too.
+
+  _Soph._ And not her own.
+
+  _Tra._ You'll find it so.
+
+  _Soph._ Then if she flownder with you,
+  Clap spurs on, and in this you'll deal with temperance,
+  Avoid the hurry of the world.
+
+  _Tra._ And loose.                                     [_Musick above._
+
+  _Mor._ No honor on my life, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I will do it.
+
+  _Petron._ It seems they are very merry.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Petru._ Why [God] hold it.
+
+  _Mor._ Now _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaq._ They are i'th' flaunt, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes we hear 'em.
+
+  _Jaq._ They have got a stick of Fiddles, and they firk it,
+  In wondrous ways, the two grand _Capitano's_,
+  (They brought the Auxiliary Regiments)
+  Dance with their coats tuckt up to their bare breeches,
+  And bid [them] kiss 'em, that's the burden;
+  They have got _Metheglin_, and audacious Ale;
+  And talk like Tyrants.
+
+  _Petron._ How knowest thou?
+
+  _Jaq._ I peept in
+  At a loose Lansket.
+
+  SONG.
+
+    _A Health for all this day
+    To the woman that bears the sway
+                 And wears the breeches;
+                         Let it come, let it come._
+
+    _Let this health be a Seal,
+    For the good of the Common-weal
+                                the woman shall wear the breeches._
+
+    _Lets drink then and laugh it
+    And merrily merrily quaff it
+    And tipple, and tipple a round
+                          here's to thy fool,
+                          and to my fool.
+                          Come, to all fools
+    though it cost us wench, many a pound._
+
+  _Tra._ Hark.
+
+  _Petro._ A Song, pray silence.                 [_All the Women above.
+                                                  Citizens and Countrey
+  _Mor._ They look out.                                  women._
+
+  _Petru._ Good ev'n Ladies.
+
+  _Mar._ Good you good ev'n Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ How have you slept to night?
+
+  _Mar._ Exceeding well Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Did you not wish me with you?
+
+  _Mar._ No, believe me,
+  I never thought upon you.
+
+  _Cun._ Is that he?
+
+  _Bya._ Yes.
+
+  _Cun._ Sir?
+
+  _Soph._ She has drank hard, mark her Hood.
+
+  _Cun._ You are--
+
+  _Soph._ Learnedly drunk, I'll hang else: let her utter.
+
+  _Cun._ And I must tell you, _viva voce_ friend,
+  A very foolish fellow.
+
+  _Tra._ There's an Ale figure.
+
+  _Petru._ I thank you _Susan Brotes_.
+
+  _Cit._ Forward Sister.
+
+  _Cun._ You have espoused here a hearty woman,
+  A comly, and courageous.
+
+  _Petru._ Well, I have so.
+
+  _Cun._ And to the comfort of distressed damsels,
+  Women out-worn in wedlock; and such vessels,
+  This woman has defied you.
+
+  _Petru._ It should seem so.
+
+  _Cun._ And why?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, can you tell?
+
+  _Cun._ For thirteen causes.
+
+  _Petru._ Pray by your patience Mistriss.
+
+  _Cit._ Forward Sister.
+
+  _Petru._ Do you mean to treat of all these?
+
+  _Cit._ Who shall let her?
+
+  _Petro._ Do you hear, Velvet hood, we come not now
+  To hear your doctrine.
+
+  _Cun._ For the first, I take it,
+  It doth divide it self into seven branches.
+
+  _Petru._ Hark you good _Maria_,
+  Have you got a Catechiser here?
+
+  _Tra._ Good zeal.
+
+  _Soph._ Good three pil'd predication, will you peace,
+  And hear the cause we come for?
+
+  _Cun._ Yes bob-tails
+  We know the cause you come for, here's the cause,
+  But never hope to carry her, never dream
+  Or flatter your opinions with a thought
+  Of base repentance in her.
+
+  _Cit._ Give me Sack,
+  By this, and next strong Ale.
+
+  _Cun._ Swear forward Sister.
+
+  _Cit._ By all that's cordial, in this place we'll bury
+  Our bones, fames, tongues, our triumphs and [then] all
+  That ever yet was chronicl'd of woman;
+  But this brave wench, this excellent despiser,
+  This bane of dull obedience, shall inherit
+  His liberal Will, and march off with conditions
+  Noble, and worth her self.
+
+  _Cun._ She shall _Tom Tilers_,
+  And brave ones too, my Hood shall make a Hearse-cloth,
+  And I'll lie under it like _Jone o' Gaunt_,
+  E'r I go less, my Distaff stuck up by me,
+  For the eternal Trophy of my conquests;
+  And loud fame at my head with two main bottles,
+  Shall fill to all the world the glorious fall
+  Of old _Don Gillian_.
+
+  _Cit._ Yet a little further,
+  We have taken Arms in rescue of this Lady;
+  Most just and Noble: if ye beat us off
+  Without conditions, and we recant,
+  Use us as we deserve; and first degrade us
+  Of all our antient chambring: next that
+  The Symbols of our secresie, silk Stockings,
+  Hew of our heels; our petticoats of Arms
+  Tear off our bodies, and our Bodkins break
+  Over our coward heads.
+
+  _Cun._ And ever after
+  To make the tainture most notorious,
+  At all our Crests, _videlicet_ our Plackets,
+  Let Laces hang, and we return again
+  Into our former titles, Da[y]ry-maids.
+
+  _Petru._ No more wars: puissant Ladies, shew conditions
+  And freely I accept 'em.
+
+  _Mar._ Call in _Livia;_
+  She's in the Treaty too.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _above._
+
+  _Mor._ How, _Livia_?
+
+  _Mar._ Hear you that Sir?
+  There's the conditions for ye, pray peruse 'em.
+
+  _Petron._ Yes, there she is: 't had been no right rebellion,
+  Had she held off; what think you man?
+
+  _Mor._ Nay nothing.
+  I have enough o' th' prospect: o' my conscience,
+  The worlds end, and the goodness of a woman
+  Will come together.
+
+  _Petron._ Are you there sweet Lady?
+
+  _Liv._ Cry you mercy Sir, I saw you not: your blessing.
+
+  _Petron._ Yes, when I bless a jade, that stumbles with me.
+  How are the Articles?
+
+  _Liv._ This is for you Sir;
+  And I shall think upon't.
+
+  _Mor._ You have us'd me finely.
+
+  _Liv._ There's no other use of thee now extant,
+  But to be hung up, Cassock, Cap, and all,
+  For some strange monster at Apothecaries.
+
+  _Petron._ I hear you whore.
+
+  _Liv._ It must be his then Sir,
+  For need will then compel me.
+
+  _Cit._ Blessing on thee.
+
+  [_Liv._ He wil undoe me in meere pans of Coles
+  To make him lustie.]
+
+  _Petron._ There's no talking to 'em;
+  How are they Sir?
+
+  _Petru._ As I expected: Liberty and clothes,                 [_Reads._
+  When, and in what way she will: continual moneys,
+  Company, and all the house at her dispose;
+  No tongue to say, why is this? or whether will it;
+  New Coaches, and some buildings, she appoints here;
+  Hangings, and Hunting-horses: and for Plate
+  And Jewels for her private use, I take it,
+  Two thousand pound in present: then for Musick,
+  And women to read _French_;
+
+  _Petron._ This must not be.
+
+  _Petru._ And at the latter end a clause put in,
+  That _Livia_ shall by no man be importun'd,
+  This whole month yet, to marry.
+
+  _Petron._ This is monstrous.
+
+  _Petru._ This shall be done, I'll humor her awhile:
+  If nothing but repentance and undoing
+  Can win her love, I'll make a shift for one.
+
+  _Soph._ When ye are once a bed, all these conditions
+  Lie under your own seal.
+
+  _Mar._ Do you like 'em?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+  And by that faith I gave you 'fore the Priest
+  I'll ratifie 'em.
+
+  _Cun._ Stay, what pledges?
+
+  _Mar._ No, I'll take that oath;
+  But have a care you keep it.
+
+  _Cit._ 'Tis not now
+  As when _Andrea_ liv'd.
+
+  _Cun._ If you do juggle,
+  Or alter but a Letter of these Articles
+  We have set down, the self-same persecution.
+
+  _Mar._ Mistrust him not.
+
+  _Petru._ By all my honesty----
+
+  _Mar._ Enough, I yield.
+
+  _Petron._ What's this Inserted here?
+
+  _Soph._ That the two valiant women that [command] here
+  Shall have a Supper made 'em, and a large one,
+  And liberal entertainment without grudging,
+  And pay for all their soldiers.
+
+  _Petru._ That shall be too;
+  And if a Tun of Wine will serve to pay 'em,
+  They shall have justice: I ordain ye all
+  Pay-masters, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Tra._ Then we shall have sport boys.
+
+  _Mar._ We'll meet you in the Parlor.
+
+  _Petru._ Ne'r look sad, Sir, for I will do it.
+
+  _Soph._ There's no danger in't.
+
+  _Petr[u]._ For _Livia_'s Article you shall observe it,
+  I have ti'd my self.
+
+  _Petron._ I will.
+
+  _Petru._ Along then: now
+  Either I break, or this stiff plant must bow.               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._
+
+        _Enter_ Tranio _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ Come you shall take my counsel.
+
+  _Row._ I shall hang first.
+  I'll no more love, that's certain, 'tis a bane,
+  (Next that they poison Rats with) the most mortal:
+  No, I thank Heaven, I have got my sleep again,
+  And now begin to write sence; I can walk ye
+  A long hour in my chamber like a man,
+  And think of some thing that may better me;
+  Some serious point of Learning, or my state;
+  No more ay-mees, and [miseries] _Tranio_,
+  Come near my brain. I'll tell thee, had the devil
+  But any essence in him of a man,
+  And could be brought to love, and love a woman,
+  'Twould make his head ake worser than his horns do;
+  And firk him with a fire he never felt yet,
+  Would make him dance. I tell thee there is nothing
+  (It may be thy case _Tranio_, therefore hear me:)
+  Under the Sun (reckon the mass of follies
+  Crept into th' world with man) so desperate,
+  So mad, so senceless, poor and base, so wretched,
+  Roguy, and scurvy.
+
+  _Tra._ Whether wilt thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ As 'tis to be in love.
+
+  _Tra._ And why for virtue sake?
+
+  _Row._ And why for virtue's sake? dost thou not conceive me?
+
+  _Tra._ No by my troth.
+
+  _Row._ Pray then and heartily,
+  For fear thou fall into't: I'll tell thee why too,
+  (For I have hope to save thee) when thou lovest,
+  And first beginst to worship the gilt calf:
+  _Imprimis_, thou hast lost thy gentry,
+  And like a Prentice, flung away thy Freedom,
+  Forthwith thou art a slave.
+
+  _Tr[a]._ That's a new Doctrine.
+
+  _Row._ Next thou art no more man.
+
+  _Tra._ What then?
+
+  _Row._ A Fryppery;
+  Nothing but braided hair and penny ribbond,
+  Glove, Garter, Ring, Rose, or at best a Swabber,
+  If thou canst love so near to keep thy making,
+  Yet thou wilt lose thy language.
+
+  _Tra._ Why?
+
+  _Row._ Oh _Tranio_,
+  Those things in love, ne'r talk as we do.
+
+  _Tra._ No?
+
+  _Row._ No, without doubt, they sigh, and shake the head,
+  And sometimes whistle dolefully.
+
+  _Tra._ No tongue?
+
+  _Row._ Yes _Tranio_, but no truth in't, nor no reason,
+  And when they cant (for 'tis a kind of canting)
+  Ye shall hear, if you reach to understand 'em
+  (Which you must be a fool first, or you cannot)
+  Such gibb'rish; such believe me, I protest Sweet,
+  And oh dear Heavens, in which such constellations
+  Reign at the births of Lovers, this is too well,
+  And daigne me Lady, daigne me I beseech ye
+  You poor unworthy lump, and then she licks him.
+
+  _Tra._ A ---- on't, this is nothing.
+
+  _Row._ Thou hast hit it:
+  Then talks she ten times worse, and wryes, and wriggles,
+  As though she had the Itch (and so it may be.)
+
+  _Tra._ Why thou art grown a strange discoverer.
+
+  _Row._ Of mine own follies _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ Wilt thou _Rowland_,
+  Certain ne'er love again?
+
+  _Row._ I think so, certain,
+  And if I be not dead drunk I shall keep it.
+
+  _Tra._ Tell me but this; what dost thou think of women?
+
+  _Row._ Why, as I think of Fiddles, they delight me,
+  Till their strings break.
+
+  _Tra._ What strings?
+
+  _Row._ Their modesties,
+  Faiths, Vows, and Maidenheads, for they are like Kits
+  They have but four strings to 'em.
+
+  _Tra._ What wilt thou
+  Give me for ten pound now, when thou next lovest,
+  And the same woman still?
+
+  _Row._ Give me the money;
+  A hundred, and my Bond for't.
+
+  _Tra._ But pray hear me,
+  I'll work all means I can to reconcile ye:
+
+  _Row._ Do, do, Give me the money;
+
+  _Tra._ There.
+
+  _Row._ Work _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ You shall go sometimes where she is.
+
+  _Row._ Yes straight.
+  This is the first good I e'er got by woman.
+
+  _Tra._ You would think it strange now, if another beauty
+  As good as hers, say better.
+
+  _Row._ Well.
+
+  _Tra._ Conceive me,
+  This is no point o' th' wager.
+
+  _Row._ That's all one.
+
+  _Tra._ Love you as much, or more, than now she hates you.
+
+  _Row._ 'Tis a good hearing, let 'em love: ten pound more,
+  I never love that woman.
+
+  _Tra._ There it is;
+  And so an hundred, if you lose.
+
+  _Row._ 'Tis done;
+  Have you another to put in?
+
+  _Tra._ No, no Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I am very sorry: now will I erect
+  A new game, and go hate for th' bell; I am sure
+  I am in excellent case to win.
+
+  _Tra._ I must have leave
+  To tell you, and tell truth too, what she is,
+  And how she suffers for you.
+
+  _Row._ Ten pound more,
+  I never believe you.
+
+  _Tra._ No Sir, I am stinted.
+
+  _Row._ Well, take your best way then.
+
+  _Tra._ Let's walk, I am glad
+  Your sullen Feavor's off.
+
+  _Row._ Shalt see me _Tranio_
+  A monstrous merry man now: let's to the Wedding,
+  And as we go, tell me the general hurry
+  Of these mad wenches and their works.
+
+  _Tra._ I will.
+
+  _Row._ And do thy worst.
+
+  _Tra._ Something I'll do.
+
+  _Row._ Do _Tranio_.                                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Ped._ A pair of Stocks bestride 'em, Are they gone?
+
+  _Ja[q]._ Yes they are gone; and all the pans i'th Town
+  Beating before 'em: What strange admonitions
+  They gave my Master, and how fearfully
+  They threaten'd, if he broke 'em?
+
+  _Ped._ O' my Conscience
+  H'as found his full match now.
+
+  _Jaq._ That I believe too.
+
+  _Ped._ How did she entertain him?
+
+  _Jaq._ She lookt on him.
+
+  _Ped._ But scurvely.
+
+  _Jaq._ With no great affection
+  That I saw: and I heard some say he kiss'd her,
+  But 'twas upon a treaty, and some copies
+  Say, but her Cheek.
+
+  _Ped._ _Jaques_, What wouldst thou give
+  For such a Wife now?
+
+  _Jaq._ Full as many P[r]ayers
+  As the most zealous Puritane conceives
+  Out of the meditation of fat Veal,
+  Or Birds of prey, cram'd Capons, against Players,
+  And to as good a tune too, but against her:
+  That heaven would bless me from her: mark it _Pedro_,
+  If this house be not turn'd within this fortnight
+  With the foundation upward, I'll be carted.
+  My comfort is yet, that those _Amorites_,
+  That came to back her cause, those Heathen Whores,
+  Had their Hoods hallowed with Sack.
+
+  _Ped._ How Div'lish drunk they were!
+
+  _Ja[q]._ And how they tumbled, _Pedro_, Didst thou marke
+  The Countrey _Cavaliero_?
+
+  _Ped._ Out upon her,
+  How she turn'd down the Bragget!
+
+  _Jaq._ I that sunk her.
+
+  _Ped._ That Drink was well put to her; What a Somer salt
+  When the chair fel, she fetch'd, with her heels upward!
+
+  _Jaq._ And what a piece of Landskip she discover'd!
+
+  _Ped._ Didst mark her, when her hood fell in the Posset?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, and there rid, like a _Dutch_-Hoy; the Tumbrel,
+  When she had got her ballasse.
+
+  _Ped._ That I saw too.
+
+  _Jaq._ How fain she would have drawn on _Sophocles_
+  To come aboard, and how she simper'd it--
+
+  _Ped._ I warrant her, she has been a worthy striker.
+
+  _Jaq._ I'th heat of Summer there had been some hope on't.
+
+  _Ped._ Hang her.
+
+  _Jaq._ She offer'd him a Harry-groat, and belcht out,
+  Her stomach being blown with Ale, such Courtship,
+  Upon my life has giv'n him twenty stools since:
+  Believe my Calculation, these old Women,
+  When they are tippled, and a little heated,
+  Are like new wheels, they'l roare you all the Town ore
+  Till they be greas'd.
+
+  _Ped._ The City _Cinque-a-pace_
+  Dame Tost and Butter, had the Bob too?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes,
+  But she was sullen drunk, and given to filching,
+  I see her offer at a Spoon; my Master--
+  I do not like his look, I fear h'as fasted
+  For all this preparation; lets steal by him.                [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Not let you touch her all this night?
+
+  _Petru._ Not touch her.
+
+  _Soph._ Where was your courage?
+
+  _Petru._ Where was her obedience?
+  Never poor Man was sham'd so; never Rascal
+  That keeps a stud of Whores was us'd so basely.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray you tell me one thing truly;
+  Do you love her?
+
+  _Petru._ I would I did not, upon that condition
+  I past thee half my Land.
+
+  _Soph._ It may be then,
+  Her modesty requir'd a little violence?
+  Some Women love to struggle.
+
+  _Petru._ She had it,
+  And so much that I sweat for't, so I did,
+  But to no end: I washt an _Ethiope_;
+  She swore my force might weary her, but win her
+  I never could, nor should, till she consented;
+  And I might take her body prisoner,
+  But for her mind or appetite--
+
+  _Soph._ 'Tis strange;
+  This woman is the first I ever read of,
+  Refus'd a warranted occasion,
+  And standing on so fair termes.
+
+  _Petru._ I shall quit her.
+
+  _Soph._ Us'd you no more art?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I swore to her,
+  And by no little ones, if presently
+  Without more disputation on the matter,
+  She grew not nearer to me, and dispatcht me
+  Out of the [pain] I was, for I was nettl'd,
+  And willingly, and eagerly, and sweetly,
+  I would to her Chamber-maid, and in her hearing
+  Begin her such a huntes-up.
+
+  _Soph._ Then she started?
+
+  _Petru._ No more than I do now; marry she answered
+  If I were so dispos'd, she could not help it;
+  But there was one call'd _Jaques_, a poor Butler
+  One that might well content a single woman.
+
+  _Soph._ And he should tilt her.
+
+  _Petru._ To that sence, and last
+  She bad me yet these six nights look for nothing
+  Nor strive to purchase it, but fair good night
+  And so good morrow, and a kiss or two
+  To close my stomach, for her vow had seal'd it,
+  And she would keep it constant.
+
+  _Soph._ Stay ye, stay ye,
+  Was she thus when you woo'd her?
+
+  _Petru._ Nothing _Sophocles_,
+  More keenely eager, I was oft afraid
+  She had been light, and easie, she would showre
+  Her kisses so upon me.
+
+  _Soph._ Then I fear
+  An other spoke's i'th wheele.
+
+  _Petru._ Now thou hast found me,
+  There gnawes my Devil, _Sophocles_, O patience
+  Preserve me; that I make her not example
+  By some unworthy way; as fleaing her,
+  Boyling, or making verjuice, drying her.
+
+  _Soph._ I hear her.
+
+  _Petru._ Mark her then, and see the heir
+  Of spight and prodigality, she has studied
+  A way to begger's both, and by this hand
+                            [Maria _at the dore, and Servant and Woman._
+  She shall be, if I live, a Doxy.
+
+  _Soph._ Fy Sir.
+
+  _Mar._ I do not like that dressing, tis too poor,
+  Let me have six gold laces, broad and massy,
+  And betwixt ev'ry lace a rich Embroydry,
+  Line the Gown through with Plush perfum'd, and purffle
+  All the sleeves down with Pearl.
+
+  _Petru._ What think you _Sophocles_.
+  In what point stands my state now?
+
+  _Mar._ For those hangings
+  Let'em be carried where I gave appointment,
+  They are too base for my use, and bespeak
+  New Pieces of the Civil Wars of _France_,
+  Let 'em be large and lively, and all silk work,
+  The borders Gold.
+
+  _Soph._ I marry sir, this cuts it.
+
+  _Mar._ That fourteen yards of Satten give my Woman,
+  I do not like the colour, 'tis too civil:
+  Ther's too much Silk i'th lace too; tell the _Dutchman_
+  That brought the Mares, he must with all speed send me
+  An other suit of Horses, and by all means
+  Ten cast of Hawkes for th' River, I much care not
+  What price they bear, so they be sound, and flying,
+  For the next Winter, I am for the Country;
+  And mean to take my pleasure; where's the Horseman?
+
+  _Petru._ She means to ride a great Horse.
+
+  _Soph._ With a side sadle?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, and shee'l run a tilt within this twelvemonth.
+
+  _Mar._ To morrow I'll begin to learn, but pray sir
+  Have a great care he be an easie doer,
+  'Twill spoil a Scholar else.
+
+  _Soph._ An easie doer,
+  Did you hear that?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I shall meet her morals
+  Ere it be long I fear not.
+
+  _Mar._ O good morrow.
+
+  _Soph._ Good morrow Lady, how is't now.
+
+  _Mar._ Faith sickly,
+  This house stands in an ill ayr.
+
+  _Petru._ Yet more charges?
+
+  _Mar._ Subject to rots, and rheums; out on't, 'tis nothing
+  But a tild fog.
+
+  _Petru._ What think you of the Lodge then?
+
+  _Mar._ I like the seat, but 'tis too little, _Sophocles_
+  Let me have thy opinion, thou hast judgment.
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis very well.
+
+  _Mar._ What if I pluck it down,
+  And build a square upon it, with two courts
+  Still rising from the entrance?
+
+  _Petru._ And i'th midst
+  A Colledge for young Scolds.
+
+  _Mar._ And to the Southward
+  Take in a Garden of some twenty Acres,
+  And cast it of the _Italian_ fashion, hanging.
+
+  _Petru._ And you could cast your self so too; pray Lady
+  Will not this cost much Money?
+
+  _Mar._ Some five thousand,
+  Say six: I'll have it Battel'd too.
+
+  _Petru._ And gilt; _Maria_,
+  This is a fearful course you take, pray think on't,
+  You are a Woman now, a Wife, and his
+  That must in honesty, and justice look for
+  Some due obedience from you.
+
+  _Mar._ That bare word
+  Shall cost you many a pound more, build upon't;
+  Tell me of due obedience? What's a Husband?
+  What are we married for, to carry Sumpters?
+  Are we not one peece with you, and as worthy
+  Our own intentions, as you yours?
+
+  _Petru._ Pray hear me.
+
+  _Mar._ Take two small drops of water, equal weigh'd,
+  Tell me which is the heaviest, and which ought
+  First to descend in duty?
+
+  _Petru._ You mistake me;
+  I urge not service from you, nor obedience
+  In way of duty, but of love, and Credit;
+  All I expect is but a noble care
+  Of what I have brought you, and of what I am,
+  And what our name may be.
+
+  _Mar._ That's in my making.
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis true it is so.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, it is _Petruchio_,
+  For there was never Man without our molding,
+  Without our stamp upon him, and our justice,
+  Left any thing three ages after him
+  Good, and his own.
+
+  _Soph._ Good Lady understand him.
+
+  _Mar._ I do too much, sweet _Sophocles_, he's one
+  Of a most spightful self condition,
+  Never at peace with any thing but Age,
+  That has no teeth left to return his anger:
+  A Bravery dwells in his blood yet, of abusing
+  His first good wife; he's sooner fire than powder,
+  And sooner mischief.
+
+  _Petru._ If I be so sodain
+  Do not you fear me?
+
+  _Mar._ No nor yet care for you,
+  And if it may be lawful, I defie you:
+
+  _Petru._ Do's this become you now?
+
+  _Mar._ It shall become me.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou disobedient, weak, vain-glorious woman,
+  Were I but half so wilful, as thou spightful,
+  I should now drag thee to thy duty.
+
+  _Mar._ Drag me?
+
+  _Petru._ But I am friends again: take all your pleasure.
+
+  _Mar._ Now you perceive him _Sophocles_.
+
+  _Petru._ I love thee
+  Above thy vanity, thou faithless creature.
+
+  _Mar._ Would I had been so happy when I Married,
+  But to have met an honest Man like thee,
+  For I am sure thou art good, I know thou art honest,
+  A hansome hurtless man, a loving man,
+  Though never a penny with him; and those eyes,
+  That face, and that true heart; weare this for my sake,
+  And when thou think'st upon me pity me:
+  I am cast away.                                           [_Exit_ Mar.
+
+  _Soph._ Why how now man?
+
+  _Petru._ Pray leave me,
+  And follow your advices.
+
+  _Soph._ The Man's jealous:
+
+  _Petru._ I shall find a time ere it be long, to ask you
+  One or two foolish questions.
+
+  _Soph._ I shall answer
+  As well as I am able, when you call me:
+  If she mean true, 'tis but a little killing,
+  And if I do not venture it's--
+  Farewel sir.                                             [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Petru._ Pray farewel. Is there no keeping
+  A Wife to one mans use? no wintering
+  These cattel without straying? 'Tis hard dealing,
+  Very hard dealing, Gentlemen, strange dealing:
+  Now in the name of madness, what Star raign'd,
+  What dog-star, bull, or bear-star, when I married
+  This second wife, this whirlwind, that takes all
+  Within her compass? was I not well warn'd,
+  (I thought I had, and I believe I know it,)
+  And beaten to repentance in the dayes
+  Of my first doting? had I not wife enough
+  To turn my love to? did I want vexation,
+  Or any special care to kill my heart?
+  Had I not ev'ry morning a rare breakfast,
+  Mixt with a learned Lecture of ill language,
+  Louder than _Tom o'Lincoln_; and at dinner,
+  A dyet of the same dish? was there evening
+  That ere past over us, without thou Knave,
+  Or thou Whore for digestion? had I ever
+  A pull at this same poor sport men run mad for
+  But like a Cur I was fain to shew my teeth first,
+  And almost worry her? and did Heaven forgive me,
+  And take this Serpent from me? and am I
+  Keeping tame Devils now again? my heart akes;
+  Something I must do speedily: I'll die,
+  If I can hansomely, for that's the way
+  To make a Rascal of her; I am sick,
+  And I'll go very near it, but I'll perish.                    [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Livia, Byancha, Tranio, _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Liv._ Then I must be content, Sir, with my fortune.
+
+  _Row._ And I with mine.
+
+  _Liv._ I did not think, a look,
+  Or a poor word or two, could have displanted
+  Such a fix'd constancy, and for your end too.
+
+  _Row._ Come, come, I know your courses: there's your gew-gaws,
+  Your Rings, and Bracelets, and the Purse you gave me,
+  The Money's spent in entertaining you
+  At Plays, and Cherry-gardens.
+
+  _Liv._ There's your Chain too.
+  But if you'll give me leave, I'll wear the hair still;
+  I would yet remember you.
+
+  _Bya._ Give him his love wench;
+  The young Man has imployment for't:
+
+  _Tra._ Fie _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ You cannot fie me out a hundred pound
+  With this poor plot: yet, let me ne'r see day more,
+  If something do not struggle strangely in me.
+
+  _Bya._ Young Man, let me talk with you.
+
+  _Row._ Well, young Woman.
+
+  _Bya._ This was your Mistriss once.
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Bya._ Are ye honest?
+  I see you are young, and hansome.
+
+  _Row._ I am honest.
+
+  _Bya._ Why that's well said: and there's no doubt your judgement
+  Is good enough, and strong enough to tell you
+  Who are your foes, and friends: Why did you leave her?
+
+  _Row._ She made a puppy of me.
+
+  _Bya._ Be that granted:
+  She must do so sometimes, and oftentimes;
+  Love were too serious else.
+
+  _Row._ A witty Woman.
+
+  _Bya._ Had you lov'd me--
+
+  _Row._ I would I had.
+
+  _Bya._ And dearly;
+  And I had lov'd you so: you may love worse Sir,
+  But that is not material.
+
+  _Row._ I shall loose.
+
+  _Bya._ Some time or other for variety
+  I should have call'd you Fool, or Boy, or bid you
+  Play with the Pages: but have lov'd you still,
+  Out of all question, and extreamly too;
+  You are a Man made to be loved.
+
+  _Row._ This Woman
+  Either abuses me, or loves me deadly.
+
+  _Bya._ I'll tell you one thing, if I were to choose
+  A Husband to mine own mind, I should think
+  One of your Mothers making would content me,
+  For o' my Conscience she makes good ones.
+
+  _Row._ Lady,
+  I'll leave you to your commendations:
+  I am in again, The Divel take their tongues.
+
+  _Bya._ You shall not goe.
+
+  _Row._ I will: yet thus far _Livia_,
+  Your Sorrow may induce me to forgive you,
+  But never love again; if I stay longer,
+  I have lost two hundred pound.
+
+  _Liv._ Good Sir, but thus much--
+
+  _Tra._ Turn if thou beest a Man.
+
+  _Liv._ But one kiss of you;
+  One parting kiss, and I am gone too.
+
+  _Row._ Come,
+  I shall kiss fifty pound away at this clap:
+  We'll have one more, and then farewel.
+
+  _Liv._ Farewel.
+
+  _Bya._ Well, go thy wayes, thou bear'st a kind heart with thee.
+
+  _Tra._ H'as made a stand.
+
+  _Bya._ A noble, brave young fellow
+  Worthy a Wench indeed.
+
+  _Row._ I will: I will not.                            [_Exit_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ He's gone: but shot agen; play you but your part,
+  And I will keep my promise: forty Angels
+  In fair gold, Lady: wipe your eyes: he's yours
+  If I have any wit.
+
+  _Liv._ I'll pay the forfeit.
+
+  _Bya._ Come then, let's see your sister, how she fares now,
+  After her skirmish: and be sure, _Moroso_
+  Be kept in good hand; then all's perfect, _Livia_.          [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quinta._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Ped._ O _Jaques_, _Jaques_, What becomes of us?
+  Oh my sweet Master.
+
+  _Jaq._ Run for a Physitian,
+  And a whole peck of Pothecaries, _Pedro_.
+  He will die, didle, didle die: if they come not quickly,
+  And bring all People that are skilful
+  In Lungs and Livers: raise the neighbours,
+  And all the _Aquavite_-bottles extant;
+  And, O the Parson, _Pedro_; O the Parson,
+  A little of his comfort, never so little;
+  Twenty to one you find him at the Bush,
+  There's the best Ale.
+
+  _Ped._ I fly.                                           [_Exit_ Pedro.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria, _and_ Servants.
+
+  _Mar._ Out with the Trunks, ho:
+  Why are you idle? Sirha, up to th' Chamber,
+  And take the Hangings down, and see the Linnen
+  Packt up, and sent away within this half hour.
+  What, Are the Carts come yet? some honest body
+  Help down the Chests of Plate, and some the Wardrobe,
+  Alass, we are undone else.
+
+  _Jaq._ Pray forsooth;
+  And I beseech ye, tell me, is he dead yet?
+
+  _Mar._ No, but is drawing on: out with the Armour.
+
+  _Jaq._ Then I'll go see him.
+
+  _Mar._ Thou art undone then Fellow: no Man that has
+  Been neer him come near me.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles, _and_ Petronius.
+
+  _Soph._ Why how now Lady, What means this?
+
+  _Petron._ Now daughter, How does my Son?
+
+  _Mar._ Save all you can for Heavens sake.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia, Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Liv._ Be of good comfort, Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ O my Casket.
+
+  _Petron._ How do's thy Husband Woman?
+
+  _Mar._ Get you gon, if you mean to save your lives: the Sickness.
+
+  _Petron._ Stand further off, I prethee.
+
+  _Mar._ Is i'th house Sir,
+  My Husband has it now;
+  Alas he is infected, and raves extreamly:
+  Give me some Counsel friends.
+
+  _Bya._ Why lock the doors up,
+  And send him in a Woman to attend him.
+
+  _Mar._ I have bespoke two Women; and the City
+  Hath sent a Watch by this time: Meat nor Money
+  He shall not want, nor Prayers.
+
+  _Petron._ How long is't
+  Since it first took him?
+
+  _Mar._ But within this three hours.
+
+        _Enter Watch._
+
+  I am frighted from my wits:--O here's the Watch;
+  Pray doe your Office, lock the doors up Friends,
+  And patience be his Angel.
+
+  _Tra._ This comes unlook'd for:
+
+  _Mar._ I'll to the lodge; some that are kind and love me,
+  I know will visit me.                             [Petruchio _within._
+
+  _Petru._ Doe you hear my Masters: ho, you that lock the doors up.
+
+  _Petron._ 'Tis his voice.
+
+  _Tra._ Hold, and let's hear him.
+
+  _Petru._ Will ye starve me here: am I a Traytor, or an Heretick.
+  Or am I grown infectious?
+
+  _Petron._ Pray sir, pray.
+
+  _Petru._ I am as well as you are, goodman puppy.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray have patience.
+  You shall want nothing Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I want a cudgel,
+  And thee, thou wickedness.
+
+  _Petron._ He speaks well enough.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Had ever a strong heart Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Will ye hear me?
+  First be pleas'd
+  To think I know ye all, and can distinguish
+  Ev'ry Mans several voice: you that spoke first,
+  I know my father in law; the other _Tranio_,
+  And I heard _Sophocles_; the last, pray mark me,
+  Is my dam'd Wife _Maria_:
+  If any Man misdoubt me for infected,
+  There is mine Arme, let any Man look on't.
+
+        _Enter Doctor and Pothecary._
+
+  _Doct._ Save ye Gentlemen.
+
+  _Petron._ O welcome Doctor,
+  Ye come in happy time; pray your opinion,
+  What think you of his pulse?
+
+  _Doct._ It beats with busiest,
+  And shews a general inflammation,
+  Which is the symptome of a pestilent Feaver,
+  Take twenty ounces from him.
+
+  _Petru._ Take a Fool;
+  Take an ounce from mine arme, and Doctor _Deuz-ace_,
+  I'll make a close-stoole of your Velvet Costard.
+  ---- Gentlemen, doe ye make a may-game on me?
+  I tell ye once again, I am as sound,
+  As well, as wholsome, and as sensible,
+  As any of ye all: Let me out quickly,
+  Or as I am a Man, I'll beat the walls down,
+  And the first thing I light upon shall pay for't.
+                                           [_Exit Doctor and Pothecary._
+
+  _Petro._ Nay, we'll go with you Doctor.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis the safest;
+  I saw the Tokens Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ Then there is but one way.
+
+  _Petru._ Will it please you open?
+
+  _Tra._ His fit grows stronger still.
+
+  _Mar._ Let's save our selves Sir,
+  He's past all worldly cure.
+
+  _Petro._ Friends do your office.
+  And what he wants, if Money, Love, or Labor,
+  Or any way may win it, let him have it.
+  Farewell, and pray my honest Friends--                      [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Petru._ Why Rascals,
+  Friends, Gentlemen, thou beastly Wife, _Jaques_;
+  None hear me? Who at the door there?
+
+  _1 Watch._ Think I pray Sir,
+  Whether you are going, and prepare your self.
+
+  _2 Watch._ These idle thoughts disturb you, the good Gentlewoman
+  Your Wife has taken care you shall want nothing.
+
+  _Petru._ Shall I come out in quiet? answer me,
+  Or shall I charge a Fowling-Piece, and make
+  Mine own way; two of ye I cannot miss,
+  If I miss three; ye come here to assault me.
+  I am as excellent well, I thank Heaven for't,
+  And have as good a stomach at this instant--
+
+  _2 Watch._ That's an ill sign.
+
+  _1 Watch._ He draws on; he's a dead Man.
+
+  _Petru._ And sleep as soundly; Will ye look upon me?
+
+  _1 Watch._ Do you want Pen and Ink? while you have sense sir,
+  Settle your state.
+
+  _Petru._ Sirs, I am well, as you are;
+  Or any Rascal living.
+
+  _2 Watch._ Would you were Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Look to your selves, and if you love your lives,
+  Open the door, and fly me, for I shoot else;
+  --I'll shoot, and presently, chain-bullets;
+  And under four I will not kill.
+
+  _1 Watch._ Let's quit him,
+  It may be it is a trick: he's dangerous.
+
+  _2 Watch._ The Devil take the hinmost, I cry.   [_Exit Watch running._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio _with a Piece._
+
+  _Petru._ Have among ye;
+  The door shall open too, I'll have a fair shoot;
+  Are ye all gone? tricks in my old dayes, crackers
+  Put now upon me? and, by Lady _Green-sleeves_?
+  Am I grown so tame after all my triumphs?
+  But that I should be thought mad, if I rail'd,
+  As much as they deserve, against these Women,
+  I would now rip up, from the primitive Cuckold,
+  All their arch-villanies, and all their doubles,
+  Which are more than a hunted Hare ere thought on:
+  When a Man has the fairest, and the sweetest
+  Of all their Sex, and as he thinks the noblest,
+  What has he then? and I'll speak modestly,
+  He has a Quartern-ague, that shall shake
+  All his estate to nothing; never cur'd,
+  Nor never dying; He'as a ship to venture
+  His fame, and credit in, which if he Man not
+  With more continual labour than a Gally
+  To make her tith, either she grows a Tumbrel,
+  Not worth the Cloth she wears; or springs more leakes
+  Than all the fame of his posterity
+  Can ever stop again: I could raile twenty dayes;
+  Out on 'em, Hedge-hogs,
+  He that shall touch 'em, has a thousand thorns
+  Runs through his fingers: If I were unmarried,
+  I would do any thing below repentance,
+  Any base dunghill slavery; be a Hang-man,
+  Ere I would be a Husband: O the thousand,
+  Thousand, ten thousand wayes they have to kill us!
+  Some fall with t[o]o much stringing of the Fiddles,
+  And those are fools; some, that they are not suffer'd,
+  And those are Maudlin-lovers: some, like Scorpions,
+  They poyson with their tails, and those are Martyrs;
+  Some dye with doing good, those Benefactors,
+  And leave 'em land to leap away: some few,
+  For those are rarest, they are said to kill
+  With kindness, and fair usage; but what they are
+  My Catalogue discovers not: only 'tis thought
+  They are buried in old Walls, with their heels upward.
+  I could raile twenty dayes together now.
+  I'll seek 'em out, and if I have not reason,
+  And very sensible, why this was done,
+  I'll go a birding yet, and some shall smart for't.            [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso _and_ Petronius.
+
+  _Mor._ That I do love her, is without all question,
+  And most extremely, dearly, most exactly;
+  And that I would ev'n now, this present Monday,
+  Before all others, Maids, Wives, Women, Widows,
+  Of what degree or calling, Marry her,
+  As certain too; but to be made a Whim-wham,
+  A Jib-crack, and a Gentleman o'th first house
+  For all my kindness to her.
+
+  _Petron._ How you take it?
+  Thou get a Wench, thou get a dozen night-caps?
+  Wouldst have her come, and lick thee like a Calfe,
+  And blow thy nose, and buss thee?
+
+  _Mor._ Not so neither.
+
+  _Petron._ What wouldst thou have her do?
+
+  _Mor._ Do as she [sh]ould do;
+  Put on a clean Smock, and to Church, and Marry,
+  And then to Bed a Gods name, this is fair play,
+  And keeps the Kings peace, let her leave her bobs,
+  I have had too many of them, and her quillets,
+  She is as nimble that way as an Ee[le];
+  But in the way she ought to me especially,
+  A sow of Lead is swifter.
+
+  _Petron._ Quoat your griefs down.
+
+  _Mor._ Give fair quarter, I am old and crasie,
+  And subject to much fumbling, I confess it;
+  Yet something I would have that's warme, to hatch me:
+  But understand me I would have it so,
+  I buy not more repentance in the bargain
+  Than the ware's worth I have; if you allow me
+  Worthy your Son-in-Law, and your allowance,
+  Do it a way of credit; let me show so,
+  And not be troubled in my visitations,
+  With blows, and bitterness, and down-right railings,
+  As if we were to couple like two Cats,
+  With clawing, and loud clamour:
+
+  _Petron._ Thou fond Man.
+  Hast thou forgot the Ballad, crabbed age,
+  Can _May_ and _January_ match together,
+  And nev'r a storm between 'em? say she abuse thee,
+  Put case she doe.
+
+  _Mor._ Well.
+
+  _Petron._ Nay, believe she do's.
+
+  _Mor._ I do believe she do's.
+
+  _Petron._ And div'lishly:
+  Art thou a whit the worse?
+
+  _Mor._ That's not the matter,
+  I know, being old, tis fit I am abus'd;
+  I know 'tis hansome, and I know moreover
+  I am to love her for't.
+
+  _Petron._ Now you come to me.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay more than this; I find too, and find certain,
+  What Gold I have, Pearle, Bracelets, Rings, or Owches,
+  Or what she can desire, Gowns, Petticotes,
+  Wastcotes, Embroydered-stockings, Scarffs, Cals, Feathers,
+  Hats, five pound Garters, Muffs, Masks, Ruffs, and Ribands,
+  I am to give her for't.
+
+  _Petron._ 'Tis right, you are so.
+
+  _Mor._ But when I have done all this, and think it duty,
+  Is't requisit an other bore my nostrils?
+  Riddle me that.
+
+  _Petron._ Go get you gone, and dreame
+  She's thine within these two dayes, for she is so;
+  The Boy's beside the saddle: get warm broths,
+  And feed a pace; think not of worldly business,
+  It cools the blood; leave off your tricks, they are hateful,
+  And meere fore-runners of the ancient measures;
+  Contrive your beard o'th top cut like _Verdugoes_;
+  It shows you would be wise, and burn your night-cap,
+  It looks like half a winding-sheet, and urges
+  From a young Wench nothing but cold repentance:
+  You may eate Onyons, so you'l not be lavish.
+
+  _Mor._ I am glad of that.
+
+  _Petron._ They purge the blood, and quicken,
+  But after 'em, conceive me, sweep your mouth,
+  And where there wants a tooth, stick in a clove.
+
+  _Mor._ Shall I hope once again, say't.
+
+  _Petra._ You shall Sir:
+  And you shall have your hope.
+
+  _Moro._ Why there's a match then.
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Byan._ You shall not find me wanting, get you gone.
+  Here's the old Man, he'l think you are plotting else
+  Something against his new Son.                         [_Exit_ Tranio.
+
+  _Moro._ Fare ye well Sir.                              [_Exit_ Moroso.
+
+    Byan. _And ev'ry Buck had his Doe,
+    And ev'ry Cuckold a Bell at his Toe:
+    Oh what sport should we have then, then Boyes then,
+      Oh what sport should we have then?_
+
+  _Petro._ This is the spirit, that inspires 'em all.
+
+  _By._ Give you good ev'n.
+
+  _Petro._ A word with you Sweet Lady.
+
+  _By._ I am very hasty, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ So you were ever.
+
+  _By._ Well, What's your will?
+
+  _Petro._ Was not your skilful hand
+  In this last stratagem? Were not your mischiefs
+  Eeking the matter on?
+
+  _By._ In's shutting up?
+  Is that it?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes.
+
+  _By._ I'll tell you.
+
+  _Petro._ Doe.
+
+  _By._ And truly.
+  Good old Man, I do grieve exceeding much,
+  I fear too much.
+
+  _Petro._ I am sorry for your heaviness.
+  Belike you can repent then?
+
+  _By._ There you are wide too.
+  Not that the thing was done (conceive me rightly)
+  Do's any way molest me.
+
+  _Petro._ What then Lady?
+
+  _By._ But that I was not in't, there's my sorrow, there
+  Now you understand me, for I'll tell you,
+  It was so sound a piece, and so well carried,
+  And if you mark the way, so hansomely,
+  Of such a heighth, and excellence, and art
+  I have not known a braver; for conceive me,
+  When the gross fool her Husband would be sick--
+
+  _Petro._ Pray stay.
+
+  _By._ Nay, good, your patience: and no sence for't,
+  Then stept your daughter in.
+
+  _Petro._ By your appointment.
+
+  _By._ I would it had, on that condition
+  I had but one half smock, I like it so well;
+  And like an excellent cunning Woman, cur'd me
+  One madness with another, which was rare,
+  And to our weak beliefs, a wonder.
+
+  _Petro._ Hang ye,
+  For surely, if your husband look not to ye,
+  I know what will.
+
+  _By._ I humbly thank your worship.
+  And so I take my leave.
+
+  _Petro._ You have a hand I hear too.
+
+  _By._ I have two Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ In my young daughters business.
+
+  _By._ You will find there
+  A fitter hand than mine, to reach her frets,
+  And play down diddle to her.
+
+  _Petro._ I shall watch ye.
+
+  _By._ Do.
+
+  _Petro._ And I shall have Justice.
+
+  _By._ Where?
+
+  _Petro._ That's all one;
+  I shall be with you at a turne hence forward.
+
+  _By._ Get you a Posset too; and so good ev'n Sir.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Jaques, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Jaq._ And as I told your worship, all the hangings,
+  Brass, Pewter, Plate, ev'n to the very looking-glasses.
+
+  _Ped._ And that that hung for our defence, the Armor,
+  And the March Beere was going too: Oh _Jaques_
+  What a sad sight was that!
+
+  _Jaq._ Even the two Rundlets,
+  The two that was our hope, of Muskadel,
+  (Better nev'r tongue tript over) those two Cannons,
+  To batter brawn withal at _Christmass_, Sir,
+  Ev'n those two lovely Twyns, the Enemy
+  Had almost cut off clean.
+
+  _Petru._ Goe trim the House up.
+  And put the things in order as they were.       [_Ex._ Ped. _and_ Jaq.
+  I shall find time for all this: could I find her
+  But constant any way, I had done my business;
+  Were she a Whore directly, or a Scold,
+  An unthrift, or a Woman made to hate me,
+  I had my wish, and knew which way to rayne her:
+  But while she shews all these, and all their losses,
+  A kind of linsey woolsey, mingled mischief
+  Not to be ghest at, and whether true, or borrowed,
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  Not certain neither, What a hap had I,
+  And what a tydie fortune, when my fate
+  Flung me upon this Bear-whelp! here she comes,
+  Now, if she have a colour, for the fault is
+  A cleanly one, upon my Conscience
+  I shall forgive her yet, and find a something
+  Certain, I Married for: her wit: I'll marke her.
+
+  _Mar._ Not let his Wife come near him in his sickness?
+  Not come to comfort him? she that all Laws
+  Of heaven, and Nations have ordain'd his second,
+  Is she refus'd? and two old Paradoxes,
+  Pieces of five and fifty, without faith
+  Clapt in upon him? h'as a little pet,
+  That all young Wives must follow necessary,
+  Having their Maiden-heads--
+
+  _Petru._ This is an Axiome
+  I never heard before.
+
+  _Mar._ Or say Rebellion,
+  If we durst be so foul, which two fair words
+  Alas win us from, in an hour, an instant,
+  We are so easie, make him so forgetful
+  Both of his reason, honesty, and credit,
+  As to deny his Wife a visitation?
+  His Wife, that (though she was a little foolish,)
+  Lov'd him, Oh Heaven forgive her for't! nay doted,
+  Nay had run mad, had she not married him.
+
+  _Petru._ Though I do know this falser than the Devil,
+  I cannot choose but love it.
+
+  _Mar._ What do I know
+  But those that came to keep him, might have kill'd him,
+  In what a case had I been then? I dare not
+  Believe him such a base, debosh'd companion,
+  That one refusal of a tender Maid
+  Would make him faign this Sickness out of need,
+  And take a Keeper to him of Fourscore
+  To play at _Billiards_; one that mew'd content
+  And all her teeth together; not come near him?
+
+  _Petru._ This Woman would have made a most rare Jesuite,
+  She can prevaricate on any thing:
+  There was not to be thought a way to save her
+  In all imagination, beside this.
+
+  _Mar._ His unkind dealing, which was worst of all,
+  In sending, who knowes whether, all the plate,
+  And all the houshold-stuffe, had I not crost it,
+  By a great providence, and my friends assistance
+  Which he will thank me one day for: alas,
+  I could have watch'd as well as they, have serv'd him
+  In any use, better, and willinger.
+  The Law commands me to do it, love commands me,
+  And my own duty charges me.
+
+  _Petru._ Heav'n bless me.
+  And now I have said my Prayers, I'll go to her:
+  Are you a Wife for any Man?
+
+  _Mar._ For you Sir.
+  If I were worse, I were better; That you are well,
+  At least, that you appear so, I thank Heaven,
+  Long may it hold, and that you are here, I am glad too;
+  But that you have abus'd me wretchedly,
+  And such a way that shames the name of Husband,
+  Such a malicious mangy way, so mingled,
+  (Never look strangely on me, I dare tell you)
+  With breach of honesty, care, kindness, manners.
+
+  _Petru._ Holla, you kick too fast.
+
+  _Mar._ Was I a stranger?
+  Or had I vow'd perdition to your person?
+  Am I not Married to you, tell me that?
+
+  _Petru._ I would I could not tell you.
+
+  _Mar._ Is my presence,
+  The stock I come of, which is worshipful,
+  If I should say Right worshipful, I ly'd not,
+  My Grandsire was a Knight.
+
+  _Petru._ O'the Shire?
+
+  _Mar._ A Soldier,
+  Which none of all thy Family e're heard of,
+  But one conductor of thy name, a Grasier
+  That ran away with pay: or am I grown
+  (Because I have been a little peevish to you,
+  Onely to try your temper) such a dogge-leech
+  I could not be admitted to your presence?
+
+  _Petru._ If I endure this, hang me.
+
+  _Mar._ And two deaths heads,
+  Two _Harry_ Groats, that had their faces worn,
+  Almost their names away too.
+
+  _Petru._ Now hear me.
+  For I will stay no longer.
+
+  _Mar._ This you shall:
+  How ever you shall think to flatter me,
+  For this offence, which no submission
+  Can ever mediate for, you'l find it so,
+  What ever you shall do by intercession,
+  What you can offer, what your Land can purchase,
+  What all your friends, or families can win,
+  Shall be but this, not to forswear your knowledge,
+  But ever to forbear it: now your will Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou art the subtlest Woman I think living,
+  I am sure the lewdest; now be still, and mark me;
+  Were I but any way addicted to the Devil,
+  I should now think I had met a play-fellow
+  To profit by, and that way the most learned
+  That ever taught to murmur. Tell me thou,
+  Thou most poor, paltry spiteful Whore: Do you cry?
+  I'll make you roare, before I leave.
+
+  _Mar._ Your pleasure.
+
+  _Petru._ Was it not sin enough, thou Fruiterer,
+  Full of the fall thou eat'st: thou Devils Broker,
+  Thou Seminary of all sedition,
+  Thou Sword of veng'ance, with a thred hung o're us,
+  Was it not sin enough, and wickedness
+  In full abundance? Was it not vexation
+  At all points, _cap a pe_? nay, I shall pinch you,
+  Thus like a rotten Rascal to abuse
+  The name of Heaven, the tye of Marriage,
+  The honour of thy Friends; the expectation
+  Of all that thought thee virtuous, with Rebellion,
+  Childish and base Rebellion, but continuing
+  After forgiveness too, and worse, your mischief,
+  And against him, setting the hope of Heaven by,
+  And the dear reservation of his honor
+  Nothing above ground could have won to hate thee:
+  Well, goe thy wayes.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes.
+
+  _Petru._ You shall hear me out first:
+  What punishment may'st thou deserve, thou thing,
+  Thou Idle thing of nothing, thou pull'd Primrose,
+  That two hours after, art a Weed, and wither'd,
+  For this last flourish on me? am I one
+  Selected out of all the Husbands living,
+  To be so ridden by a Tit of ten pence,
+  Am I so blind and Bed-rid? I was mad,
+  And had the Plague, and no Man must come near me,
+  I must be shut up, and my substance bezel'd,
+  And an old Woman watch me.
+
+  _Mar._ Well Sir, well,
+  You may well glory in't.
+
+  _Petru._ And when it comes to opening, 'tis my plot,
+  I must undoe my self forsooth: do'st hear me?
+  If I should beat thee now, as much may be,
+  Do'st thou not well deserve it, o' thy Conscience,
+  Do'st thou not cry, come beat me?
+
+  _Mar._ I defie you.
+  And my last loving tears farewell: the first stroke,
+  The very first you give me, if you dare strike,
+  Try me, and you shall find it so, for ever,
+  Never to be recall'd: I know you love me,
+  Mad till you have enjoy'd me; I do turne
+  Utterly from you, and what Man I meet first
+  That has but spirit to deserve a favour,
+  Let him bear any shape, the worse the better.
+  Shall kill you, and enjoy me; what I have said
+  About your foolish sickness, e're you have me
+  As you would have me, you shall swear, is certain,
+  And challenge any Man, that dares deny it;
+  And in all companies approve my actions,
+  And so farewell for this time.                             [_Ex._ Mar.
+
+  _Petru._ Grief goe with thee,
+  If there be any witchcrafts, herbes, or potions,
+  Saying my Prayers backward, Fiends, or Fayries
+  That can again unlove me, I am made.                          [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scæna Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Tra._ Mistress, you must do it.
+
+  _By._ Are the Writings ready I told you of?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes they are ready, but to what use I know not.
+
+  _By._ Y'are an Ass, you must have all things constru'd.
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, and pierc'd too,
+  Or I find little pleasure.
+
+  _By._ Now you are knavish,
+  Goe too, fetch _Rowland_ hither presently,
+  Your Twenty [pound] lies bleeding else: she is married
+  Within these twelve hours, if we cross it not,
+  And see the Papers of one size.
+
+  _Tra._ I have ye.
+
+  _By._ And for disposing of 'em.
+
+  _Tra._ If I fail you
+  Now I have found the way, use Marshal Law
+  And cut my head off with a hand Saw:
+
+  _By._ Well Sir.
+  _Petronius_ and _Moroso_ I'll see sent for,
+  About your business; goe.
+
+  _Tra._ I am gone.                                          [_Ex._ Tra.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia.
+
+  _By._ Ho _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Who's that?
+
+  _By._ A friend of yours, Lord how you look now,
+  As if you had lost a Carrack.
+
+  _Liv._ O _Byancha_.
+  I am the most undone, unhappy Woman.
+
+  _By._ Be quiet Wench, thou shalt be done, and done,
+  And done, and double done, or all shall split for't,
+  No more of these minc'd passions, they are mangy,
+  And ease thee of nothing, but a little Wind,
+  An Apple will do more: thou fear'st _Moroso_.
+
+  _Liv._ Even as I fear the Gallowes.
+
+  _By._ Keep thee there still.
+  And you love _Rowland_? say.
+
+  _Liv._ If I say not,
+  I am sure I lye.
+
+  _By._ What wouldst thou give that Woman,
+  In spight of all his anger, and thy fear,
+  And all thy Fathers policy, that could
+  Clap ye within these two nights quietly
+  Into a Bed together?
+
+  _Liv._ How?
+
+  _By._ Why fairly,
+  At half sword man and wife: now the red blood comes,
+  I marry now the matters chang'd.
+
+  _Liv._ _Byancha_,
+  Methinks you should not mock me.
+
+  _By._ Mock a pudding.
+  I speak good honest _English_, and good meaning.
+
+  _Liv._ I should not be ungrateful to that Woman.
+
+  _By._ I know thou would'st not, follow but my Councel,
+  And if thou hast him not, despite of fortune
+  Let me nev'r know a good night more; you must
+  Be very sick o'th instant.
+
+  _Liv._ Well, what follows?
+
+  _By._ And in that sickness send for all your friends,
+  Your Father, and your feaver old _Moroso_,
+  And _Rowland_ shall be there too.
+
+  _Liv._ What of these?
+
+  _By._ Do you not twitter yet? of this shall follow
+  That which shall make thy heart leap, and thy lips
+  Venture as many kisses, as the Merchants
+  Doe Dollars to the _East-Indies_: you shall know all,
+  But first walke in, and practise, pray be sick.
+
+  _Liv._ I do believe you: and I am sick.
+
+  _By._ Doe,
+  To bed then, come, I'll send away your Servants
+  Post for your Fool, and Father; and good fortune,
+  As we meane honesty, now strike an up-shot.               [_Ex[e]unt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Tranio, _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ Nay, on my conscience, I have lost my Money,
+  But that's all one: I'll never more perswade you,
+  I see you are resolute, and I commend you.
+
+  _Row._ But did she send for me?
+
+  _Tra._ You dare believe me.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot tell, you have your wayes for profit
+  Allow'd you _Tranio_, as well as I
+  Have to avoid 'em [feare].
+
+  _Tra._ No, on my word, Sir,
+  I deale directly with you.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Row._ How now fellow,
+  Whither Post you so fast?
+
+  _Ser._ O sir my Master,
+  Pray did you see my Master?
+
+  _Row._ Why your Master?
+
+  _Ser._ Sir his Jewel.
+
+  _Row._ With the gilded Button?
+
+  _Serv._ My pretty Mistress _Livia_.
+
+  _Row._ What of her?
+
+  _Serv._ Is falen sick o'th suddain.
+
+  _Row._ How o'th sullens?
+
+  _Ser._ O'th suddain Sir, I say, very sick:
+
+  _Row._ It seems she hath got the toothach with raw Apples.
+
+  _Ser._ It seemes you have got the headach, fare you well Sir.
+  You did not see my Master?
+
+  _Row._ Who told you so?
+
+  _Tra._ No, no, he did not see him.
+
+  _Row._ Farewell Blew-bottle.                           [_Ex. Servant._
+  What should her sickness be?
+
+  _Tra._ For you it may be.
+
+  _Row._ Yes, when my braines are out, I may believe it,
+  Never before I am sure: Yet I may see her;
+  'Twill be a point of honesty:
+
+  _Tra._ It will so.
+
+  _Row._ It may be not too: you would fain be fing'ring
+  This old sin-offring of two hundred, _Tranio_,
+  How daintily, and cunningly you drive me
+  Up like a Deer to'th toyle, yet I may leap it,
+  And what's the Woodman then?
+
+  _Tra._ A loser by you.
+  Speak, Will you go or not? to me 'tis equal.
+
+  _Row._ Come, What goes less?
+
+  _Tra._ Nay, not a penny _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ Shall I have liberty of conscience,
+  Which, by interpretation, is ten kisses?
+  Hang me if I affect: her: yet it may be,
+  This whorson manners will require a strugling,
+  Of two and twenty, or by'r-Lady thirty.
+
+  _Tra._ By'r-Lady I'll require my wager then,
+  For if you kiss so often, and no kindness,
+  I have lost my speculation, I'll allow you--
+
+  _Row._ Speak like a Gamster now.
+
+  _Tra._ It may be two.
+
+  _Row._ Under a dozen _Tranio_, there's no setting,
+  You shall have forty shillings, winck at small faults.
+  Say I take twenty, come, by all that's honest
+  I do it but to vex her.
+
+  _Tra._ I'll no by-blowes.
+  If you can love her, doe, if you can, hate her,
+  Or any else that loves you--
+
+  _Row._ Prethee _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ Why farewell twenty pound, 'twill not undoe me;
+  You have my resolution.
+
+  _Row._ And your Money,
+  Which since you are so stubborn, if I forfeit,
+  Make me a _Jack o' Lent_, and break my shins
+  For untag'd Points and Compters: I'll goe with you,
+  But if thou gett'st a penny by the bargain;
+  A parting kiss is lawful?
+
+  _Tra._ I allow it.
+
+  _Row._ Knock out my brains with Apples; yet a bargain:
+
+  _Tra._ I tell you, I'll no bargains; win, and wear it.
+
+  _Row._ Thou art the strangest fellow.
+
+  _Tra._ That's all one.
+
+  _Row._ Along then, twenty pound more if thou dar'st,
+  I give her not a good word.
+
+  _Tra._ Not a Penny.                                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Jaques, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee, entreat her come, I will not trouble her
+  Above a word or two; ere I endure                       [_Exit_ Pedro.
+  This life and with a Woman, and a vow'd one
+  To all the mischiefs she can lay upon me,
+  I'll go to Plough [again], and eate Leeke Porridge;
+  Begging's a pleasure to't, not to be number'd:
+  No there be other Countries _Jaques_ for me and other people, yea,
+          and other women.
+  If I have need here's Money, there's your ware,
+  Which is faire dealing, and the Sun, they say,
+  Shines as warme there, as here, and till I have lost
+  Either my self, or her, I care not whether
+  Nor which first.
+
+  _Jaq._ Will your worship hear me?
+
+  _Petru._ And utterly outworne the memory
+  Of such a curse as this, none of my Nation
+  Shall ever know me more.
+
+  _Jaq._ Out alas Sir.
+  What a strange way doe you run!
+
+  _Petru._ Any way,
+  So I out-run this Rascal.
+
+  _Jaq._ Me thinks now,
+  If your good worship could but have the patience.
+
+  _Petru._ The patience, why the patience?
+
+  _Jaq._ Why I'll tell you,
+  Could you but have the patience.
+
+  _Petru._ Well the patience.
+
+  _Jaq._ To laugh at all she do's, or when she railes,
+  To have a Drum beaten o'th top o'th house,
+  To give the neighbors warning of her Larme,
+  As I do when my Wife rebels.
+
+  _Petru._ Thy Wife?
+  Thy Wife's a Pigeon to her, a meere slumber,
+  The dead of night's not stiller.
+
+  _Jaq._ Nor an Iron Mill.
+
+  _Petru._ But thy Wife is certain.
+
+  _Jaq._ That's false Doctrine,
+  You never read of a certain Woman.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou know'st her way.
+
+  _Jaq._ I should doe, I am sure.
+  I have ridden it night, and day, this twenty year.
+
+  _Petru._ But mine is such a drench of Balderdash,
+  Such a strange carded cunningness, the Rayne-bow
+  When she hangs bent in Heaven, sheds not her colours
+  Quicker, and more, than this deceitful Woman
+
+        _Enter_ Ped.
+
+  Weaves in her dye's of wickedness: what sayes she?
+
+  _Ped._ Nay not a word sir, but she pointed to me,
+  As though she meant to follow; pray sir bear it
+  Ev'n as you may, I need not teach your worship,
+  The best men have their crosses, we are all mortal.
+
+  _Petru._ What ailes the fellow?
+
+  _Ped._ And no doubt she may Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ What may she, or what do's she, or what is she?
+  Speak and be hang'd.
+
+  _Ped._ She's mad Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Heaven continue it.
+
+  _Ped._ Amen if't be his pleasure.
+
+  _Petru._ How mad is she?
+
+  _Ped._ As mad as heart can wish Sir: she has drest her self
+  (Saving your worships reverence) just i'th' cut
+  Of one of those that multiply i'th Suburbs
+  For single Money, and as durtily:
+  If any speak to her, first she whistles,
+  And then begins her compass with her fingers,
+  And points to what she would have.
+
+  _Petru._ What new way's this?
+
+  _Ped._ There came in Master _Sophocles_.
+
+  _Petru._ And what
+  Did Master _Sophocles_ when he came in?
+  Get my Truncks ready, sirha, I'll be gone straight.
+
+  _Ped._ He's here to tell you
+  She's horne mad _Jaques_.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Call ye this a Woman?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes sir, she is a Woman.
+
+  _Soph._ Sir, I doubt it.
+
+  _Petru._ I had thought you had made experience.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, I did so.
+  And almost with my life.
+
+  _Petru._ You rid too fast, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray be not mistaken: by this hand
+  Your wife's as chaste, and honest as a Virgin,
+  For any thing I know: 'tis true she gave me
+  A Ring.
+
+  _Petru._ For rutting.
+
+  _Soph._ You are much deceiv'd still,
+  Believe me, I never kist her since, and now
+  Coming in visitation, like a friend,
+  I think she is mad, Sir, suddainly she started,
+  And snatch'd the Ring away, and drew her knife out,
+  To what intent I know not.
+
+  _Petru._ Is this certain?
+
+  _Soph._ As I am here, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I believe you honest.
+  And pray continue so.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Soph._ She comes.
+
+  _Petru._ Now Damsel,
+  What will your beauty do if I forsake you?
+  Do you deal by signs, and tokens? as I ghess then,
+  You'll walk abroad, this Summer, and catch Captains,
+  Or hire a piece of holy ground i' th' Suburbs,
+  And keep a Nest of Nuns?
+
+  _Soph._ Oh do not stir her!
+  You see in what a case she is?
+
+  _Petru._ She is dogged,
+  And in a beastly case I am sure: I'll make her,
+  If she have any tongue, yet tattle. _Sophocles_,
+  Prethee observe this woman seriously,
+  And eye her well, and when thou hast done, but tell me
+  (For thou hast understanding) in what case
+  My sense was, when I chose this thing.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll tell you
+  I have seen a sweeter--
+
+  _Petru._ An hundred times cry Oisters.
+  There's a poor Begger-wench about _Black-Fryers_
+  Runs on her breech, may be an Empress to her.
+
+  _Soph._ Nay, now you are too bitter.
+
+  _Petr[u]._ Nev'r a whit Sir:
+  I'll tell thee woman; for now I have day to see thee,
+  And all my wits about me, and I speak
+  Not out of passion neither (leave your mumping)
+  I know you're well enough: Now would I give
+  A million but to vex her: when I chose thee
+  To make a Bedfellow, I took more trouble,
+  Than twenty Terms can come to, such a cause,
+  Of such a title, and so everlasting
+  That _Adams_ Genealogie may be ended
+  E'r any Law find thee: I took a Leprosie,
+  Nay worse, the plague, nay worse yet, a possession
+  And had the devil with thee, if not more:
+  And yet worse, was a beast, and like a beast
+  Had my reward, a Jade to fling my fortunes;
+  For who that had but reason to distinguish
+  The light from darkness, wine from water, hunger
+  From full satiety, and Fox from Fern-bush
+  That would have married thee?
+
+  _Soph._ She is not so ill.
+
+  _Petru._ She's worse than I dare think of: she's so lewd;
+  No Court is strong enough to bear her cause,
+  She hath neither manners, honesty, behaviour,
+  Wife-hood, nor woman-hood, nor any mortal
+  Can force me think she had a mother: no
+  I do believe her stedfastly, and know her
+  To be a Woman-wolfe by transmigration,
+  Her first forme was a Ferrets under-ground,
+  She kils the memories of men: not yet?
+
+  _Soph._ Do you think she's sensible of this?
+
+  _Petru._ I care not,
+  Be what she will: the pleasure I take in her,
+  Thus I blow off; the care I took to love her,
+  Like this point, I untie, and thus I loose it;
+  The husband I am to her, thus I sever;
+  My vanity farewel: yet, for you have been
+  So near me, as to bear the name of wife,
+  My unquench'd charity shall tell you thus much,
+  (Though you deserve it well) you shall not beg,
+  What I ordain'd your Joynture, honestly
+  You shall have setled on you: and half my house,
+  The other half shall be imploy'd in prayers,
+  (That meritorious charge I'll be at also
+  Yet to confirm you _Christian_) your apparel,
+  And what belongs to build up such a folly,
+  Keep I beseech you, it infects our uses,
+  And now I am for travel.
+
+  _Mar._ Now I love you,
+  And now I see you are a man, I'll talke to you,
+  And I forget your bitterness.
+
+  _Soph._ How now man?
+
+  _Petru._ Oh _Pliny_, if thou wilt be ever famous
+  Make but this woman all thy wonders.
+
+  _Mar._ Sure Sir
+  You have hit upon a happy course, a blessed,
+  And what will make you virtuous?
+
+  _Petru._ She'll ship me.
+
+  _Mar._ A way of understanding I long wish'd for,
+  And now 'tis come, take heed you fly not back Sir,
+  Methinks you look a new man to me now,
+  A man of excellence, and now I see
+  Some great design set in you: you may think now
+  (And so may most that know me) 'twere my part
+  Weakly to weep your loss, and to resist you,
+  Nay, hang about your neck, and like a dotard
+  Urge my strong tie upon you: but I love you,
+  And all the world shall know it, beyond woman;
+  And more prefer the honor of your Countrey,
+  Which chiefly you are born for, and may perfect,
+  The uses you may make of other Nations,
+  The ripening of your knowledge, conversation,
+  The full ability, and strength of judgement.
+  Than any private love, or wanton kisses.
+  Go worthy man, and bring home understanding.
+
+  _Soph._ This were an excellent woman to breed School-men.
+
+  _Mar._ For if the Merchant through unknown Seas plough
+  To get his wealth, then dear Sir, what must you
+  To gather wisdom? go, and go alone,
+  Only your noble mind for your companion,
+  And if a woman may win credit with you,
+  Go far, too far you cannot: still the farther
+  The more experience finds you: and go sparing,
+  One meal a week will serve you, and one sute,
+  Through all your travels: for you'll find it certain,
+  The poorer and the baser you appear,
+  The more you look through still.
+
+  _Petru._ Dost hear her?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes.
+
+  _Petru._ What would this woman do if she were suffer'd,
+  Upon a new Religion?
+
+  _Soph._ Make us Pagans,
+  I wonder that she writes not.
+
+  _Mar._ Then when time,
+  And fulness of occasion have new made you,
+  And squar'd you from a Sot into a Signior,
+  Or nearer, from a Jade into a Courser;
+  Come home an aged man, as did _Ulysses_,
+  And I your glad _Penelope_.
+
+  _Petru._ That must have
+  As many Lovers as I Languages.
+  And what she does with one i'th' day, i'th' night
+  Undoe it with another.
+
+  _Mar._ Much that way, Sir;
+  For in your absence it must be my honor,
+  That, that must make me spoken of hereafter,
+  To have temptations, and not little ones
+  Daily and hourly offered me, and strongly,
+  Almost believed against me, to set off
+  The faith, and loyalty of her that loves you.
+
+  _Petru._ What should I do?
+
+  _Soph._ Why by my ---- I would travel,
+  Did not you mean so?
+
+  _Petr._ Alas no, nothing less man:
+  I did it but to try, Sir, she's the Devil,
+  And now I find it, for she drives me; I must go:
+  Are my trunks down there, and my horses ready?
+
+  _Mar._ Sir, for your house, and if you please to trust me
+  With that you leave behind.
+
+  _Petru._ Bring down the money.
+
+  _Mar._ As I am able, and to my poor fortunes,
+  I'll govern as a widow: I shall long
+  To hear of your well-doing, and your profit:
+  And when I hear not from you once a quarter,
+  I'll wish you in the _Indies,_ or _Cata[ya]_,
+  Those are the climes must make you.
+
+  _Petru._ How's the wind?
+  She'll wish me out o'th' world anon.
+
+  _Mar._ For _France_.
+  'Tis very fair; get you aboard to night, Sir,
+  And loose no time, you know the tide staies no man,
+  I have cold meats ready for you.
+
+  _Petru._ Fare thee well,
+  Thou hast fool'd me out o' th' Kingdom with a vengeance,
+  And thou canst fool me in again.
+
+  _Mar._ Not I Sir,
+  I love you better, take your time, and pleasure.
+  I'll see you hors'd.
+
+  _Petru._ I think thou wouldst see me hanged too,
+  Were I but half as willing.
+
+  _Mar._ Any thing
+  That you think well of, I dare look upon.
+
+  _Petru._ You'll bear me to the Lands end, _Sophocles_,
+  And other of my friends I hope.
+
+  _Mar._ Nev'r doubt, Sir,
+  You cannot want companions for your good:
+  I am sure you'll kiss me e'r I go; I have business,
+  And stay long here I must not.
+
+  _Petru._ Get thee going.
+  For if thou tarriest but another Dialogue
+  I'll kick thee to thy Chamber.
+
+  _Mar._ Fare you well, Sir,
+  And bear your self, I do beseech you, once more,
+  Since you have undertaken doing wisely,
+  Manly, and worthily, 'tis for my credit,
+  And for those flying fames here of your follies,
+  Your gambols, and ill breeding of your youth,
+  For which I understand you take this travel,
+  Nothing should make me leave you else, I'll deal
+  So like a wife that loves your reputation,
+  And the most large addition of your credit,
+  That those shall die: if you want Limon-waters,
+  Or any thing to take the edge o' th' Sea off,
+  Pray speak, and be provided.
+
+  _Petru._ Now the Devil,
+  That was your first good Master, showre his blessing
+  Upon ye all: Into whose custody--
+
+  _Mar._ I do commit your Reformation,
+  And so I leave you to your _Stilo novo_.                [_Exit_ Maria.
+
+  _Petru._ I will go: yet I will not: once more _Sophocles_
+  I'll put her to the test.
+
+  _Soph._ You had better go.
+
+  _Petru._ I will go then: let's seek my Father out,
+  And all my friends, to see me fair aboard:
+  Then women, if there be a storm at Sea,
+  Worse than your tongues can make, and waves more broken,
+  Than your dissembling faiths are, let me feel
+  Nothing but tempests, till they crack my Keel.              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, _and_ Byancha, _with four papers_.
+
+  _By._ Now whether I deserve that blame you gave me,
+  Let all the world discern, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ If this motion,
+  (I mean this fair repentance of my Daughter)
+  Spring from your good perswasion, as it seems so,
+  I must confess I have spoke too boldly of you,
+  And I repent.
+
+  _By._ The first touch was her own,
+  Taken no doubt from disobeying you,
+  The second I put to her, when I told her
+  How good, and gentle yet, with free contrition
+  Again you might be purchas'd: loving woman,
+  She heard me, and I thank her, thought me worthy
+  Observing in this point: yet all my counsel,
+  And comfort in this case, could not so heal her
+  But that grief got his share too, and she sick'ned.
+
+  _Petro._ I am sorry she's so ill, yet glad her sickness
+  Has got so good a ground.
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso.
+
+  _By._ Here comes _Moroso_.
+
+  _Petro._ Oh, you are very welcome,
+  Now you shall know your happiness.
+
+  _Mor._ I am glad on't.
+  What makes this Lady here?
+
+  _By._ A dish for you, Sir
+  You'll thank me for hereafter.
+
+  _Petro._ True _Moroso_,
+  Go get you in, and see your Mistriss.
+
+  _By._ She is sick, Sir,
+  But you may kiss her whole.
+
+  _Mor._ How.
+
+  _By._ Comfort her.
+
+  _Mor._ Why am I sent for, Sir?
+
+  _Petro._ Will you in, and see?
+
+  _By._ May be she needs confession.
+
+  _Mor._ By _St. Mary_,
+  She shall have absolution then, and pennance,
+  But not above her carriage.
+
+  _Petro._ Get you in fool.                                 [_Exit_ Mor.
+
+  _Bya._ Here comes the other too.
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ Now _Tranio_.
+  Good ev'n to you too, and you are welcome.
+
+  _Row._ Thank you.
+
+  _Petro._ I have a certain Daughter.
+
+  _Row._ Would you had, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ No doubt you know her well.
+
+  _Row._ Nor never shall, Sir.
+  She is a woman, and the waies unto her
+  Are like the finding of a certain path
+  After a deep fall'n Snow.
+
+  _Petro._ Well, that's by th' by still.
+  This Daughter that I tell you of, is fall'n
+  A little crop sick, with the dangerous surfeit
+  She took of your affection.
+
+  _Row._ Mine Sir?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes Sir.
+  Or rather, as it seems, repenting.
+  And there she lies within, debating on't.
+
+  _Row._ Well Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ I think 'twere well you would see her.
+
+  _Row._ If you please, Sir;
+  I am not squeamish of my visitation.
+
+  _Petron._ But, this I'll tell you, she is alter'd much,
+  You'll find her now another _Livia_.
+
+  _Row._ I have enough o' th' old, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ No more fool,
+  To look gay babies in your eyes young _Rowland_,
+  And hang about your pretty neck.
+
+  _Row._ I am glad on't,
+  And thank my Fates I have scap'd such execution.
+
+  _Petron._ And buss you till you blush again.
+
+  _Row._ That's hard, Sir;
+  She must kiss shamefully e're I blush at it,
+  I never was so boyish; well, what follows?
+
+  _Petro._ She's mine now, as I please to settle her
+  At my command, and where I please to plant her:
+  Only she would take a kind of farewel of you,
+  And give you back a wandring vow or two,
+  You left in pawn; and two or three slight oaths
+  She lent you too, she looks for.
+
+  _Row._ She shall have 'em
+  With all my heart, Sir, and if you like it better,
+  A free release in writing.
+
+  _Petro._ That's the matter,
+  And you from her, [you] shall have another _Rowland_,
+  And then turn tail to tail, and peace be with you.
+
+  _Row._ So be it: Your twenty pound sweats _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Twill not undoe me _Rowland_, do your worst.
+
+  _Row._ Come, shall we see her, Sir?
+
+  _Bya._ What e'er she saies
+  You must bear manly _Rowland_, for her sickness
+  Has made her somewhat [teatish.]
+
+  _Row._ Let her talk
+  Till her tongue ake, I care not: by this hand
+  Thou hast a handsome face wench, and a body
+  Daintily mounted; now do I feel an hundred
+  Running directly from me, as I pist it.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _discovered abed_, _and_ Moroso _by her_.
+
+  _Bya._ Pray draw 'em softly, the least hurry, Sir,
+  Puts her to much impatience.
+
+  _Petro._ How is't daughter?
+
+  _Liv._ Oh very sick, very sick, yet somewhat
+  Better I hope; a little lightsomer,
+  Because this good man has forgiven me;
+  Pray set me higher; oh my head:
+
+  _Bya._ Well done wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Father, and all good people that shall hear me,
+  I have abus'd this man perniciously; was never old man humbled so;
+  I have scorn'd him, and call'd him nasty names,
+  I have spit at him,
+  Flung Candles ends in's beard, and call'd him harrow,
+  That must be drawn to all he does: contemn'd him,
+  For methought then, he was a beastly fellow.
+  (Oh [God] my side) a very beastly fellow:
+  And gave it out, his Cassock was a Barge-cloth,
+  Pawn'd to his predecessor by a Sculler,
+  The man yet living: I gave him purging comfits
+  At a great Christning once,
+  That spoil'd his Chamblet breeches; and one night
+  I strew'd the stairs with pease, as he past down;
+  And the good Gentleman (woe worth me for't)
+  Ev'n with this reverend head, this head of wisdom,
+  Told two and twenty stairs, good and true;
+  Mist not a step, and as we say, _verbatim_
+  Fell to the bottom, broke his casting Bottle,
+  Lost a fair Toad-stone, of some eighteen shillings,
+  Jumbled his Joynts together, had two stools,
+  And was translated. All this villany
+  Did I: I _Livia_, I alone, untaught.
+
+  _Mor._ And I unask'd, forgive it.
+
+  _Liv._ Where's _Byancha_?
+
+  _Bya._ Here Cosin.
+
+  _Liv._ Give me drink.
+
+  _Bya._ There.
+
+  _Liv._ Who's that?
+
+  _Mor._ _Rowland._
+
+  _Liv._ Oh my dissembler, you and I must part.
+  Come nearer, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I am sorry for your sickness.
+
+  _Liv._ Be sorry for your self, Sir, you have wrong'd me,
+  But I forgive you; are the Papers ready?
+
+  _Bya._ I have 'em here: wilt please you view 'em?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Shew 'em the young man too, I know he's willing
+  To shift his sails too: 'tis for his more advancement;
+  Alas, we might have begger'd one another;
+  We are young both, and a world of children
+  Might have been left behind to curse our follies:
+  We had been undone _Byancha_, had we married,
+  Undone for ever, I confess I lov'd him,
+  I care not who shall know it, most intirely;
+  And once, upon my conscience, he lov'd me;
+  But farewel that, we must be wiser, cosin,
+  Love must not leave us to the world: have you done?
+
+  _Row._ Yes, and am ready to subscribe.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray stay then:
+  Give me the papers, and let me peruse 'em,
+  And so much time, as may afford a tear
+  At our last parting.
+
+  _Bya._ Pray retire, and leave her,
+  I'll call ye presently.
+
+  _Petro._ Come Gentlemen, the showre must fall.
+
+  _Row._ Would I had never seen her.                          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Bya._ Thou hast done bravely wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray Heaven it prove so.
+
+  _Bya._ There are the other papers: when they come
+  Begin you first, and let the rest subscribe
+  Hard by your side; give 'em as little light
+  As Drapers do their Wares.
+
+  _Liv._ Didst mark _Moroso_,
+  In what an agony he was, and how he cry'd most
+  When I abus'd him most?
+
+  _Bya._ That was but reason.
+
+  _Liv._ Oh what a stinking thief is this?
+  Though I was but to counterfeit, he made me
+  Directly sick indeed. _Thames-street_ to him
+  Is a meer Pomander.
+
+  _Bya._ Let him be hang'd.
+
+  _Liv._ _Amen._
+
+  _Bya._ And lie you still;
+  And once more to your business.
+
+  _Liv._ Call 'em in.
+  Now if there be a power that pities Lovers,
+  Help now, and hear my prayers.
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Rowland, Tranio, Moroso.
+
+  _Petro._ Is she ready?
+
+  _Bya._ She has done her lamentations: pray go to her.
+
+  _Liv._ _Rowland_, come near me, and before you seal,
+  Give me your hand: take it again; now kiss me.
+  This is the last acquaintance we must have;
+  I wish you ever happy: there's the paper.
+
+  _Row._ Pray stay a little.
+
+  _Petro._ Let me never live more
+  But I do begin to pity this young fellow;
+  How heartily he weeps!
+
+  _Bya._ There's Pen and Ink, Sir.
+
+  _Liv._ Ev'n here I pray you. 'Tis a little _Emblem_
+  How near you have been to me.
+
+  _Row._ There.
+
+  _Bya._ Your hands too,
+  As witnesses.
+
+  _Petro._ By any means
+  To th' Book son.
+
+  _Mor._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Bya._ You must deliver it.
+
+  _Row._ There _Livia_, and a better love light on thee,
+  I can no more.
+
+  _Bya._ To this you must be witness too.
+
+  _Petro._ We will.
+
+  _Bya._ Do you deliver it now.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray set me up;
+  There _Rowland_, all thy old love back: and may
+  A new to come exceed mine, and be happy.
+  I must no more.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel:
+
+  _Liv._ A long farewel.                                    [_Exit_ Row.
+
+  _Bya._ Leave her by any means, till this wild passion
+  Be off her head: draw all the Curtains close,
+  A day hence you may see her, 'twill be better,
+  She is now for little company.
+
+  _Petro._ Pray tend her.
+  I must to horse straight, you must needs along too,
+  To see my son aboard: were but his wife
+  As fit for pity, as this wench, I were happy.
+
+  _Bya._ Time must do that too: fare ye well: to morrow
+  You shall receive a wife to quit your sorrow.               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques, Pedro, _and Porters, with Chest and Hampers_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Bring 'em away Sirs.
+
+  _Ped._ Must the great Trunks go too?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, and the Hampers; nay, be speedy Masters;
+  He'll be at Sea before us else.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques_,
+  What a most blessed turn hast thou!
+
+  _Jaq._ I hope so.
+
+  _Ped._ To have the Sea between thee and this woman,
+  Nothing can drown her tongue but a storm.
+
+  _Jaq._ By your leave,
+  We'll get us up to _Paris_ with all speed;
+  For on my soul, as far as _Amiens_
+  She'll carry blank, away to _Lyon-key_
+  And ship 'em presently, we'll follow ye.
+
+  _Ped._ Now could I wish her in that Trunk:
+
+  _Jaq._ God shield man,
+  I had rather have a Bear in't.
+
+  _Ped._Yes, I'll tell ye:
+  For in the passage, if a Tempest take ye,
+  As many doe, and you lie beating for it,
+  Then, if it pleas'd the fates, I would have the Master,
+  Out of a powerful providence, to cry,
+  Lighten the ship of all hands, or we perish;
+  Then this for one, as best spar'd, should by all means,
+  Over-board presently.
+
+  _Jaq._ O' that condition,
+  So we were certain to be rid of her,
+  I would wish her with us, but believe me _Pedro_,
+  She would spoil the fishing on this coast for ever.
+  For none would keep her company but Dog-fish,
+  As currish as her self; or Porpisces,
+  Made to all fatal uses: The two Fish-streets
+  Were she but once arriv'd amongst the Whitings,
+  Would sing a woful _misereri Pedro_,
+  And mourn in Poor _John_, till her memory
+  Were cast o' shore agen, with a strong Sea-breach:
+  She would make god _Neptune_, and his Fire-fork,
+  And all his demi-gods, and goddesses,
+  As weary of the _Flemmish Channel_, _Pedro_,
+  As ever boy was of the School, 'tis certain,
+  If she but meet him fair, and were well angred,
+  She would break his god-head.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh her tongue, her tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Rather her many tongues.
+
+  _Ped._ Or rather strange tongues.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her lying tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ Her lisping tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her long tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ Her lawless tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her loud tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ And her liquorish--
+
+  _Jaq._ Many other tongues, and many stranger tongues
+  Than ever _Babel_ had to tell his ruines,
+  Were Women rais'd withal; but never a true one.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Home with your stuff agen, the journey's ended.
+
+  _Jaq._ What does your worship mean?
+
+  _Soph._ Your Master, Oh _Petruchio_, oh poor fellows.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques, Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ Oh your Master's dead,
+  His body coming back, his wife, his devil;
+  The grief of ---- her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Has kill'd him?
+
+  _Soph._ Kill'd him, kill'd him.
+
+  _Ped._ Is there no Law to hang her.
+
+  _Soph._ Get ye in,
+  And let her know her misery, I dare not
+  For fear impatience seize me, see her more,
+  I must away agen: Bid her for wife-hood,
+  For honesty, if she have any in her,
+  Even to avoid the shame that follows her.
+  Cry if she can, your weeping cannot mend it.
+  The body will be here within this hour, so tell her;
+  And all his friends to curse her. Farewel fellows.       [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques, Jaques_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Oh my worthy Master.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh my most beastly Mistriss, hang her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Split her.
+
+  _Ped._ Drown her directly.
+
+  _Jaq._ Starve her.
+
+  _Ped._ Stink upon her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Stone her to death: may all she eat be Eggs.
+  Till she run kicking mad for men.
+
+  _Ped._ And he,
+  That man, that gives her remedy, pray Heav'n
+  He may ev'n _ipso facto_, lose his [longings.]
+
+  _Jaq._ Let's go discharge our selves, and he that serves her,
+  Or speaks a good word of her from this hour,
+  A Sedgly curse light on him, which is, _Pedro_;
+  The Fiend ride through him booted, and spurr'd, with a Sythe at's
+          back.                                               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland, _and_ Tranio _stealing behind him_.
+
+  _Row._ What a dull ass was I to let her go thus!
+  Upon my life she loves me still: well Paper,
+  Thou only monument of what I have had,
+  Thou all the love now left me, and now lost,
+  Let me yet kiss her hand, yet take my leave
+  Of what I must leave ever: Farewel _Livia_.
+  Oh bitter words, I'll read ye once again,
+  And then for ever study to forget ye.
+  How's this? let me look better on't: A Contract?
+  --A Contract, seal'd, and ratified,
+  Her Fathers hand set to it, and _Moroso_'s:
+  I do not dream sure, let me read again,
+  The same still, 'tis a Contract.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis so _Rowland_;
+  And by the virtue of the same, you pay me
+  An hundred pound to morrow.
+
+  _Row._ Art sure _Tranio_,
+  We are both alive now?
+
+  _Tra._ Wonder not, ye have lost.
+
+  _Row._ If this be true, I grant it.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis most certain,
+  There's a Ring for you too, you know it.
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Tra._ When shall I have my money?
+
+  _Row._ Stay ye, stay ye,
+  When shall I marry her?
+
+  _Tra._ To night.
+
+  _Row._ Take heed now
+  You do not trifle me; if you do,
+  You'll find more payment, than your money comes to:
+  Come swear; I know I am a man, and find
+  I may deceive my self: swear faithfully,
+  Swear me directly, am I _Rowland_?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes.
+
+  _Row._ Am I awake?
+
+  _Tra._ Ye are.
+
+  _Row._ Am I in health?
+
+  _Tra._ As far as I conceive.
+
+  _Row._ Was I with _Livia_?
+
+  _Tra._ You were, and had this Contract.
+
+  _Row._ And shall I enjoy her?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, if ye dare.
+
+  _Row._ Swear to all these.
+
+  _Tra._ I will.
+
+  _Row._ As thou art honest, as them hast a conscience,
+  As that may wring thee if thou liest; all these
+  To be no vision, but a truth, and serious.
+
+  _Tra._ Then by my honesty, and faith, and conscience;
+  All this is certain.
+
+  _Row._ Let's remove our places.
+  Swear it again.
+
+  _Tra._ By ---- 'tis true.
+
+  _Row._ I have lost then, and Heaven knows I am glad on't.
+  Let's goe, and tell me all, and tell me how,
+  For yet I am a Pagan in it.
+
+  _Tra._ I have a Priest too,
+  And all shall come as even as two Testers.                  [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scæna Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Sophocles, Moroso, _and_ Petruchio _born
+        in a Coffin_.
+
+  _Petro._ Set down the body, and one call her out.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _in black, and_ Jaques.
+
+  You are welcome to the last cast of your fortunes;
+  There lies your Husband; there, your loving Husband,
+  There he that was _Petruchio_, too good for ye;
+  Your stubborn and unworthy way has kill'd him
+  E'er he could reach the Sea; if ye can weep,
+  Now ye have cause begin, and after death
+  Doe something yet to th' world, to think ye honest.
+  So many tears had say'd him, shed in time;
+  And as they are (so a good mind go with 'em)
+  Yet they may move compassion.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray ye all hear me,
+  And judge me as I am, not as you covet,
+  For that would make me yet more miserable:
+  'Tis true, I have cause to grieve, and mighty cause;
+  And truly and unfeinedly I weep it.
+
+  _Soph._ I see there's some good nature yet left in her.
+
+  _Mar._ But what's the cause? mistake me not, not this man,
+  As he is dead, I weep for; Heaven defend it,
+  I never was so childish: but his life,
+  His poor unmanly, wretched, foolish life,
+  Is that my full eyes pity, there's my mourning.
+
+  _Petro._ Dost thou not shame?
+
+  _Mar._ I doe, and even to water,
+  To think what this man was, to think how simple,
+  How far below a man, how far from reason,
+  From common understanding, and all Gentry,
+  While he was living here he walk'd amongst us.
+  He had a happy turn he dyed; I'll tell ye,
+  These are the wants I weep for, not his person:
+  The memory of this man, had he liv'd
+  But two years longer, had begot more follies,
+  Than wealthy Autumn Flies. But let him rest,
+  He was a fool, and farewel he; not pitied,
+  I mean in way of life, or action
+  By any understanding man that's honest;
+  But only in's posterity, which I,
+  Out of the fear his ruines might out-live him,
+  In some bad issue, like a careful woman,
+  Like one indeed, born only to preserve him,
+  Deny'd him means to raise.
+
+  _Petru._ Unbutton me,
+  --I die indeed else! Oh _Maria_,
+  Oh my unhappiness, my misery.
+
+  _Petro._ Goe to him whore; ---- if he perish,
+  I'll see thee hang'd my self.
+
+  _Petru._ Why, why _Maria_?
+
+  _Mar._ I have done my worst, and have my end, forgive me;
+  From this hour make me what you please: I have tam'd ye,
+  And now am vow'd your servant: Look not strangely,
+  Nor fear what I say to you. Dare you kiss me?
+  Thus I begin my new love.
+
+  _Petru._ Once again?
+
+  _Mar._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Petru._ Once again _Maria_,
+  Oh Gentlemen, I know not where I am.
+
+  _Soph._ Get ye to bed then: there you'll quickly know Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Never no more your old tricks?
+
+  _Mar._ Never Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ You shall not need, for as I have a faith
+  No cause shall give occasion.
+
+  _Mar._ As I am honest,
+  And as I am a maid yet, all my life
+  From this hour, since ye make so free profession,
+  I dedicate in service to your pleasure.
+
+  _Soph._ I marry, this goes roundly off.
+
+  _Petru._ Goe _Jaques_,
+  Get all the best meat may be bought for money,
+  And let the hogsheads blood, I am born again:
+  Well little _England_, when I see a Husband
+  Of any other Nation, stern or jealous,
+  I'll wish him but a woman of thy breeding;
+  And if he have not butter to his bread,
+  Till his teeth bleed, I'll never trust my travel.
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland, Livia, Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ What have we here?
+
+  _Row._ Another Morris, Sir.
+  That you must pipe too.
+
+  _Tra._ A poor married couple
+  Desire an offering, Sir.
+
+  _Bya._ Never frown at it,
+  You cannot mend it now: there's your own hand;
+  And yours _Moroso_, to confirm the bargain.
+
+  _Petron._ My hand?
+
+  _Mor._ Or mine?
+
+  _Bya._ You'll find it so.
+
+  _Petro._ A trick,
+  By ---- a trick.
+
+  _Bya._ Yes Sir, we trickt ye.
+
+  _Liv._ Father.
+
+  _P[e]tro._ Hast thou lain with him? speak!
+
+  _Liv._ Yes truly Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ And hast thou done the deed, boy?
+
+  _Row._ I have [done], Sir,
+  That, that will serve the turn, I think.
+
+  _Petru._ A match then,
+  I'll be the maker up of this: _Moroso_,
+  There's now no remedy you see, be willing;
+  [F]or be, or be not, he must have the wench.
+
+  _Mor._ Since I am over-reach'd, let's in to dinner,
+  And if I can, I'll drink't away.
+
+  _Tra._ That's well said.
+
+  _Petro._ Well sirrah, you have plaid a trick, look to't,
+  And let me be a Grandsire within's twelve-month,
+  Or by this hand, I'll curtail half your fortunes.
+
+  _Row._ There shall not want my labour, Sir: your money;
+  Here's one has undertaken.
+
+  _Tra._ Well, I'll trust her,
+  And glad I have so good a pawn.
+
+  _Row._ I'll watch ye.
+
+  _Petru._ Let's in, and drink of all hands, and be jovial:
+  I have my Colt again, and now she carries;
+  And Gentlemen, whoever marries next,
+  Let him be sure he keep him to his Text.                    [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _The_ Tamer_'s_ tam'd, _but so, as nor the men
+    Can find one just cause  to complain of, when
+  They fitly do consider in their lives,
+    They should not reign as Tyrants o'er their wives.
+  Nor can the Women from this president
+    Insult, or triumph; it being aptly meant,
+  To teach both Sexes due equality;
+    And as they stand bound, to love mutually.
+  If this effect arising from a cause
+    Well laid, and grounded, may deserve applause,
+  We something more than hope, our honest ends
+    Will keep the Men, and Women too, our friends._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  ISLAND PRINCESS:
+  A Tragi-Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    King of _Sidore, an Island_.
+    King of _Bakam_, } _Suitors to the Princess Quisara_.
+    King of _Siana_, }
+    Governor of _Terna, an Island_. _An ill man._
+    Ruy Dias, _a Captain of_ Portugal, _also suitor to the Prin_.
+    Piniero, _Nephew to_ Ruy Dias, _a merry Captain_.
+    Christophero, } _Soldiers and Friends to_ Piniero.
+    Pedro,        }
+    Armusia, _a noble daring_ Portugueze, _in love with the Princess_.
+    Soza,    } _companions to_ Armusia, _and his valiant followers_.
+    Emanuel, }
+    Keeper.
+    Moors.
+    Guard.
+    Captain.
+    Citizens.
+    Townsmen.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Quisara, _the Island Princess, Sister to the King of_ Sidore.
+    Quisa[n]a, _Aunt to the Princess_.
+    Panura, _Waiting-woman to the Princess_ Quisara.
+    Citizens _wives_.
+
+
+  The Scene India.
+
+
+  The Principal Actors were
+
+    _John Lowin_,
+    _John Underwood_,
+    _William Eglestone_,
+    _Rich. Sharpe_,
+    _Joseph Tailor_,
+    _Robert Benfield_,
+    _George Birch_,
+    _Tho. Polard_.
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _A Bell Rings._
+
+        _Enter_ Pymero, Christophero, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Pymero._ Open the Ports, and see the Watch reliev'd,
+  And let the guards be careful of their business,
+  Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders,
+  They are false and desperate people, when they find
+  The least occasion open to encouragement,
+  Cruel, and crafty souls, believe me Gentlemen,
+  Their late attempt, which is too fresh amongst us,
+  In which, against all arms and honesty,
+  The Governor of _Ternata_ made surprize
+  Of our Confederate, the King of _Tidore_,
+  As for his recreation he was rowing
+  Between both Lands, bids us be wise and circumspect.
+
+  _Chr._ It was a mischief suddenly imagin'd,
+  And as soon done; that Governor's a fierce knave,
+  Unfaithful as he is fierce too, there's no trusting;
+  But I wonder much, how such poor and base pleasures,
+  As tugging at an Oar, or skill in Steerage,
+  Should become Princes.
+
+  _Py._ Base breedings, love base pleasure;
+  They take as much delight in a _Baratto_,
+  A little scurvy boat to row her ti[th]ly,
+  And have the Art to turn and wind her nimbly,
+  Think it as noble too, though it be slavish,
+  And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman:
+  As we _Portugals_, or the _Spaniards_ do in riding,
+  In managing a great horse, which is princely:
+  The _French_ in Courtship, or the dancing _English_,
+  In carrying a fair presence.
+
+  _Ped._ He was strangely taken;
+  But where no faith is, there's no trust: he has paid for't
+  His Sister yet the fair and great _Quisara_,
+  Has shew'd a noble mind, and much love in't
+  To her afflicted brother, and the nobler still it appears,
+  And seasons of more tenderness, because his ruin stiles her absolute
+  And his imprisonment adds to her profit.
+  Feeling all this, which makes all men admire her,
+  The warm beams of this fortune that fall on her,
+  Yet has she made divers and noble Treaties,
+  And propositions for her brothers freedom,
+  If wealth or honor--
+
+  _Py._ Peace, peace, you are fool'd, Sir;
+  Things of these natures have strange outsides _Pedro_,
+  And cunning shadows, set 'em far from us,
+  Draw 'em but near, they are gross, and they abuse us;
+  They that observe her close, shall find her nature,
+  Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent;
+  She is a Princess, and she must be fair,
+  That's the prerogative of being Royal:
+  Let her want eyes and nose, she must be beauteous,
+  And she must know it too, and the use of it,
+  And people must believe it, they are damn'd else:
+  Why, all our neighbor Princes are mad for her.
+
+  _Chr._ Is she not fair then?
+
+  _Py._ But her hopes are fairer,
+  And there's a haughty Master, the King of _Bakan_,
+  That lofty Sir, that speaks far more, and louder
+  In his own commendations, than a Cannon:
+  He is strucken dumb with her.
+
+  _Ped._ Beshrew me she is a sweet one.
+
+  _Py._ And there's that hopeful man of _Syana_,
+  That sprightly fellow, he that's wise and temperate,
+  He is a Lover too.
+
+  _Chr._ Wou'd I were worth her looking
+  For; by my life I hold her a compleat one,
+  The very Sun, I think affects her sweetness,
+  And dares not, as he does to all else, dye it
+  Into his tauny Livery.
+
+  _Py._ She dares not see him,
+  But keeps her self at distance from his kisses,
+  And [weares] her complexion in a Case; let him but like it
+  A week, or two, or three, she would look like a Lion;
+  But the main sport on't is, or rather wonder
+  The Governor of _Ternata_, her mortal enemy,
+  He that has catcht her brother King, is struck too,
+  And is arriv'd under safe conduct also,
+  And hostages of worth delivered for him;
+  And he brought a Letter from his prisoner,
+  Whether compell'd, or willingly delivered
+  From the poor King, or what else dare be in't.
+
+  _Chr._ So it be honourable, any thing, 'tis all one
+  For I dare think she'll do the best.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis certain
+  He has admittance, and sollicites hourly,
+  Now if he have the trick--
+
+  _Ped._ What trick?
+
+  _Py._ The true one,
+  To take her too, if he be but skill'd in Bat-fowling,
+  And lime his bush right.
+
+  _Chr._ I'll be hang'd when that hits,
+  For 'tis not a compell'd, or forc'd affection
+  That must take her, I guess her stout and virtuous,
+  But where's your Uncle, Sir, our valiant Captain,
+  The brave _Ruy Dias_ all this while?
+
+  _Py._ I marry.
+  He is amongst 'em too.
+
+  _Ped._ A Lover.
+
+  _Py._ Nay,
+  I know not that, but [sure] he stands in favour,
+  Or would stand stifly, he is no _Portugal_ else.
+
+  _Chr._ The voice says in good favour, in the list too
+  Of the privy wooers, how cunningly of late
+  I have observ'd him, and how privately
+  He has stolen at all hours from us, and how readily
+  He has feign'd a business to bid the Fort farewel
+  For five or six days, or a month together,
+  Sure there is something--
+
+  _Py._ Yes, yes, there is a thing in't,
+  A thing would make the best on's all dance after it;
+  A dainty thing; Lord how this Uncle of mine
+  Has read to me, and rated me for wenching.
+  And told me in what desperate case 'twould leave me,
+  And how 'twould stew my bones.
+
+  _Ped._ You car'd not for it.
+
+  _Py._ I'faith not much, I ventur'd on still easily,
+  And took my chance, danger is a Soldiers honor;
+  But that this man, this herb of Grace, _Ruy Dias_,
+  This father of our faculties should slip thus,
+  For sure he is a ferriting, that he
+  That would drink nothing, to depress the spirit,
+  But milk and water, eat nothing but thin air
+  To make his bloud obedient, that his youth,
+  In spight of all his temperance, should tickle,
+  And have a love mange on him.
+
+  _Chr._ 'Tis in him, Sir,
+  But honourable courtship, and becomes his rank too.
+
+  _Py._ In me 'twere abominable Leachery, or would be,
+  For when our thoughts are on't, and miss their level,
+  We must hit something.
+
+  _Ped._ Well, he's a noble Gentleman,
+  And if he be a suitor, may he speed in't.
+
+  _Py._ Let him alone, our family ne'r fail'd yet.
+
+  _Chr._ Our mad Lieutenant still, merry _Pyniero_,
+  Thus wou'd he do, if the Surgeon were searching of him.
+
+  _Ped._ Especially if a warm wench had shot him.
+
+  _Py._ But hark _Christophero_; come hither _Pedro_;
+  When saw you our brave Countrey-man _Armusia_?
+  He that's arriv'd here lately, and his gallants?
+  A goodly fellow, and a brave companion
+  Methinks he is, and no doubt, truly valiant,
+  For he that dares come hither, dares fight any where.
+
+  _Chr._ I saw him not of late, a sober Gentleman
+  I am sure he is, and no doubt bravely sprung,
+  And promises much nobleness.
+
+  _Py._ I love him,
+  And by my troth wou'd fain be inward with him;
+  Pray let's go seek him.
+
+  _Ped._ We'll attend you Sir.
+
+  _Py._ By that time we shall hear the burst of business.     [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana; _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Quisar._ Aunt, I much thank you for your courtesie,
+  And the fair liberty you still allow me,
+  Both of your house and service, though I be
+  A Princess, and by that Prerogative stand free
+  From the poor malice of opinion,
+  And no ways bound to render up my actions,
+  Because no power above me can examine me;
+  Yet my dear brother being still a prisoner,
+  And many wandring eyes upon my ways,
+  Being left alone a Sea-mark, it behoves me
+  To use a little caution, and be circumspect.
+
+  _Quisan._ You're wise and noble Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Often Aunt
+  I resort hither, and privately to see you,
+  It may be to converse with some I favour;
+  I wou'd not have it known as oft, nor constru'd,
+  It stands not with my care.
+
+  _Quisan._ You speak most fairly,
+  For even our pure devotions are examin'd.
+
+  _Quisar._ So mad are mens minds now.
+
+  _Ruy._ Or rather monstrous;
+  They are thick dreams, bred in fogs that know no fairness.
+
+  _Quisan._ Madam, the House is yours, I am yours, pray use me,
+  And at your service all I have lies prostrate;
+  My care shall ever be to yield ye honor,
+  And when your fame falls here, 'tis my fault Lady;
+  A poor and simple banquet I have provided,
+  Which if you please to honor with your presence--
+
+  _Quisar._ I thank ye Aunt, I shall be with you instantly,
+  A few words with this Gentleman.
+
+  _Quisan._ I'll leave ye,
+  And when you please retire, I'll wait upon you. [_Exeunt Quis. & Pan._
+
+  _Quisar._ Why, how now Captain, what afraid to speak to me?
+  A man of Armes, and danted with a Lady?
+  Commanders have the power to parle with Princes.
+
+  _Ruy._ Madam, the favors you have still showr'd on me,
+  Which are so high above my means of merit,
+  So infinite, that nought can value 'em
+  But their own goodness, no eyes look up to 'em
+  But those that are of equal light, and lustre,
+  Strike me thus mute, you are my royal Mistriss,
+  And all my services that aime at honor,
+  Take life from you, the Saint of my devotions;
+  Pardon my wish, it is a fair ambition,
+  And well becomes the Man that honors you;
+  I wou'd I were of worth, of something near you,
+  Of such a royal piece, a King I wou'd be,
+  A mighty King that might command affection,
+  And bring a youth upon me might bewitch ye,
+  And you a sweet sould Christian.
+
+  _Quisar._ Now you talk Sir;
+  You _Portugals_, though you be rugged Soldiers,
+  Yet when you list to flatter, you are plain Courtiers;
+  And could you wish me _Christian_, brave _Ruy Dias_?
+
+  _Ruy._ At all the danger of my life great Lady,
+  At all my hopes, at all--
+
+  _Quisar._ Pray ye stay a little,
+  To what end runs your wish?
+
+  _Ruy._ O glorious Lady,
+  That I might--but I dare not speak.
+
+  _Quisar._ I dare then,
+  That you might hope to marry me; nay blush not,
+  An honorable end needs no excuse;
+  And would you love me then?
+
+  _Ruy._ My soul not dearer.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do some brave thing that may entice me that way,
+  Some thing of such a meritorious goodness,
+  Of such an unmatcht nobleness, that I may know
+  You have a power beyond ours that preserves you:
+  'Tis not the person, nor the royal title,
+  Nor wealth, nor glory, that I look upon,
+  That inward man I love that's lin'd with virtue,
+  That well deserving soul works out a favor;
+  I have many Princes suiters, many great ones,
+  Yet above these I love you, you are valiant,
+  An active man, able to build a fortune;
+  I do not say I dote, nor meane to marry,
+  Only the hope is, something may be done,
+  That may compel my faith, and ask my freedome,
+  And leave opinion fair.
+
+  _Ruy._ Command dear Lady,
+  And let the danger be as deep as Hell,
+  As direful to attempt--
+
+  _Quisar._ Y'are too sudden,
+  I must be rul'd by you, find out a fortune
+  Wisely, and hansomely, examine time,
+  And court occasion that she may be ready;
+  A thousand uses for your forward spirit
+  Ye may find daily, be sure ye take a good one,
+  A brave and worthy one that may advance ye,
+  Forc'd smiles reward poor dangers; you are a Soldier,
+  I wou'd not talke so else, and I love a Soldier,
+  And that that speaks him true, and great, his valor;
+  Yet for all these which are but Womens follies,
+  You may do what you please, I shall still know ye,
+  And though ye weare no Sword.
+
+  _Ru._ Excellent Lady,
+  When I grow so cold, and disgrace my Nation,
+  That from their hardy nurses suck adventures,
+  'Twere fit I wore a Tombstone; you have read to me
+  The story of your favor, if I mistake it,
+  Or grow a truant in the study of it,
+  A great correction Lady--
+
+  _Quisar._ Let's toth' banquet,
+  And have some merrier talk, and then to Court,
+  Where I give audience to my general Suiters;
+  Pray heaven my womans wit hold; there brave Captain,
+  You may perchance meet something that may startle ye;
+  I'll say no more, come be not sad--
+  I love ye.                                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Armusia, Soza, Christophero, _and_ Emanuel.
+
+  _Py._ You are wellcome Gentlemen, most worthy welcom,
+  And know there's nothing in our power may serve ye,
+  But you may freely challenge.
+
+  _Arm._ Sir we thank ye,
+  And rest your servants too.
+
+  _Py._ Ye are worthy _Portugals_,
+  You shew the bravery of your minds and spirits;
+  The nature of our Country too, that brings forth
+  Stirring, unwearied soules to seek adventures;
+  Minds never satisfied with search of honor
+  Where time is, and the Sun gives light, brave Countrymen,
+  Our names are known, new worlds disclose their riches,
+  Their beauties, and their prides to our embraces;
+  And we the first of Nations find these wonders.
+
+  _Arm._ These noble thoughts, Sir, have intic'd us forward,
+  And minds unapt for ease to see these miracles,
+  In which we find report a poor relater;
+  We are arriv'd among the blessed Islands,
+  Where every wind that rises blows perfumes,
+  And every breath of air is like an Incence:
+  The treasure of the Sun dwells here, each Tree
+  As if it envied the old _Paradice_,
+  Strives to bring forth immortal fruit; the Spices
+  Renewing nature, though not deifying,
+  And when that falls by time, scorning the earth,
+  The sullen earth should taint or suck their beauties,
+  But as we dreamt, for ever so preserve us:
+  Nothing we see, but breeds an admiration;
+  The very rivers as we float along,
+  Throw up their pearls, and curle their heads to court us;
+  The bowels of the earth swell with the births
+  Of thousand unknown gemms, and thousand riches;
+  Nothing that bears a life, but brings a treasure;
+  The people they shew brave too, civil manner'd,
+  Proportioned like the Masters of great minds,
+  The Women which I wonder at--
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak well.
+
+  _Ar._ Of delicate aspects, fair, clearly beauteous,
+  And to that admiration, sweet and courteous.
+
+  _Py._ And is not that a good thing? brave _Armusia_
+  You never saw the Court before?
+
+  _Ar._ No certain,
+  But that I see a wonder too, all excellent,
+  The Government exact.
+
+  _Chr._ Ye shall see anon,
+  That that will make ye start indeed, such beauties,
+  Such riches, and such form.
+
+        _Enter_ Bakam, Syana, Governor.
+
+  _Soz._ We are fire already;
+  The wealthy Magazine of nature sure
+  Inhabits here.
+
+  _Arm._ These sure are all _Ilanders_.
+
+  _Py._ Yes, and great Princes too, and lusty lovers.
+
+  _Ar._ They are goodly persons; What might he be Signior
+  That bears so proud a state?
+
+  _Py._ King of _Bakam_,
+  A fellow that farts terror.
+
+  _Em._ He looks highly,
+  Sure he was begot o'th' top of a Steeple.
+
+  _Chr._ It may well be,
+  For you shall hear him ring anon.
+
+  _Py._ That is _Syana_,
+  And a brave temper'd fellow, and more valiant.
+
+  _Soz._ What rugged face is that?
+
+  _Py._ That's the great Governor,
+  The man surpriz'd our Friend, I told ye of him.
+
+  _Ar._ 'Has dangerous eyes.
+
+  _Py._ A perilous Thief, and subtile.
+
+  _Chr._ And to that subtilty a heart of Iron.
+
+  _Py._ Yet the young Lady makes it melt.
+
+  _Ar._ They start all,
+  And thunder in the eyes.
+
+  _Ba._ Away ye poor ones,
+  A[m] I in competition with such bubbles?
+  My virtue, and my name rank'd with such trifles?
+
+  _Sy._ Ye speak loud.
+
+  _Ba._ Young-man, I will speak louder;
+  Can any man but I deserve her favor,  [_Princes flie at one another._]
+  You petty Princes.
+
+  _Py._ He will put 'em all in's pocket.
+
+  _Sy._ Thou proud mad thing be not so full of glory,
+  So full of vanity.
+
+  _Ba._ How? I contemn thee,
+  And that fort-keeping fellow.
+
+  _Py._ How the Dog looks,
+  The bandog Governor!
+
+  _Gov._ Ha, Why?
+
+  _Ba._ Away thing,
+  And keep your rank with those that fit your royalty;
+  Call out the Princess.
+
+  _Gov._ Dost thou know me bladder,
+  Thou insolent impostume?
+
+  _Ba._ I despise thee;
+
+  _Gov._ Art thou acquainted with my nature baby?
+  With my revenge for Injuries? darst thou hold me
+  So far behind thy file, I cannot reach thee?
+  What canst thou merit?
+
+  _Ba._ Merit? I am above it;
+  I am equal with all honors, all atchievements,
+  And what is great and worthy; the best doer
+  I keep at my command, fortune's my servant,
+  'Tis in my power now to despise such wretches,
+  To look upon ye slightly, and neglect ye,
+  And but she daines at some hours to remember ye,
+  And people have bestowed some Titles on ye,
+  I should forget your names--
+
+  _Sy._ Mercy of me;
+  What a blown fool has self affection
+  Made of this fellow! did not the Queen your Mother
+  Long for bellows, and bagpipes, when she was great with ye,
+  She brought forth such a windy birth?
+
+  _Gov._ 'Tis ten to one
+  She eat a Drum, and was deliver'd of alarum,
+  Or else he was swadled in an old saile when he was young.
+
+  _Sy._ He swells too mainly with his meditations;
+  Faith, talk a little handsomer, ride softly
+  That we may be able to hold way with ye, we are Princes,
+  But those are but poor things to you; talk wiser,
+  'Twill well become your mightiness; talk less,
+  That men may think ye can do more.
+
+  _Gov._ Talk truth,
+  That men may think ye are honest, and believe ye,
+  Or talk your self asleep, for I am weary of you.
+
+  _Ba._ Why? I can talk and do.
+
+  _Gov._ That wou'd do excellent.
+
+  _Ba._ And tell you, only I deserve the Princess,
+  And make good only I, if you dare, you sir,
+  Or you _Syanas_ Prince.
+
+  _Py._ Heres a storm toward,
+  Methinks it sings already, to him Governor.
+
+  _Gov._ Here lies my proof.                                    [_Draw._
+
+  _Sy._ And mine.
+
+  _Gov._ I'll be short with ye,
+  For these long arguments I was never good at.
+
+  _Py._ How white the boaster looks!
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, Panura.
+
+  _Ar._ I see he lacks faith.
+
+  _Ru._ For shame forbear great Princes, rule your angers,
+  You violate the freedom of this place,
+  The state and Royalty--
+
+  _Gov._ He's well contented
+  It seems, and so I have done.
+
+  _Ar._ Is this she Signior?
+
+  _Py._ This is the Princess Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ She is sweet and goodly,
+  An admirable form, they have cause to justle.
+
+  _Quisar._ Ye wrong me and my court, ye forward Princes;
+  Comes your Love wrapt in Violence to seek us?
+  Is't fit though you be great, my presence should be
+  Stain'd, and polluted with your bloody rages?
+  My privacies affrighted with your Swords?
+  He that loves me, loves my command; be temper'd,
+  Or be no more what ye profess, my Servants.
+
+  _Omnes._ We are calme as peace.
+
+  _Ar._ What command she carries!
+  And what a sparkling Majesty flies from her!
+
+  _Quisar._ Is it ye love to do? ye shall find danger,
+  And danger that shall start your resolutions,
+  But not this way; 'tis not contention,
+  Who loves me to my face best, or who can flatter most
+  Can carry me, he that deserves my favor,
+  And will enjoy what I bring, love and Majesty,
+  Must win me with his worth; must travel for me;
+  Must put his hasty rage off, and put on
+  A well confirmed, a temperate, and true valor.
+
+  _Omnes._ But shew the way.
+
+  _Quisar._ And will, and then shew you
+  A will to tread the way, I'll say ye are worthy.
+
+  _Py._ What task now
+  Will she turn 'em to? these hot youths,
+  I fear will find a cooling card, I read in her eyes
+  Something that has some swinge must flye amongst 'em;
+  By this hand I love her a little now.
+
+  _Quisar._ 'Tis not unknown to you
+  I had a royal Brother, now miserable,
+  And Prisoner to that Man; if I were ambitious,
+  Gap'd for that glory was n're born with me,
+  There he should lie his miseries upon him:
+  If I were covetous, and my heart set
+  On riches, and those base effects that follow
+  On pleasures uncontrol'd, or safe revenges,
+  There he should die, his death [would] give me all these;
+  For then stood I up absolute to do all;
+  Yet all these flattering shews of dignity,
+  These golden dreams of greatness cannot force
+  To forget nature and my fair affection.
+  Therefore that Man that would be known my lover,
+  Must be known his redeemer, and must bring him
+  Either alive or dead to my embraces.
+  For even his bones I scorn shall feel such slavery,
+  Or seek another Mistriss, 'twill be hard
+  To do this, wondrous hard, a great adventure,
+  Fit for a spirit of an equal greatness;
+  But being done, the reward is worthy of it.
+
+  _Chr._ How they stand gaping all!
+
+  _Quisar._ _Ruy Dias_ cold?
+  Not flye like fire into it? may be you doubt me,
+  He that shall do this is my husband Prince;
+  By the bright heavens he is, by whose justice
+  I openly proclaim it; if I lye,
+  Or seek to set you on with subtilty,
+  Let that meet with me, and reward my falshood.
+  No stirring yet, no start into a bravery?
+
+  _Ruy._ Madam, it may be, but being a main danger,
+  Your Grace must give me leave to look about me,
+  And take a little time, the cause will ask it.
+  Great Acts require great counsels.
+
+  _Quisar._ Take your pleasure,
+  I fear the Portugal.
+
+  _Ba._ I'll raise an Army
+  That shall bring back [h]is Island, Fort and all,
+  And fix it here.
+
+  _Gov._ How long will this be doing?
+  You should have begun in your Grandfather's days.
+
+  _Sy._ What may be,
+  And what my power can promise noblest Lady,
+  My will I am sure stands fair.
+
+  _Quisar._ Faire be your fortune,
+  Few promises are best, and fair performance.
+
+  _Gov._ These cannot doe,
+  Their power and arts are weak ones.
+  'Tis in my will, I have this King your brother,
+  He is my prisoner, I accept your proffer,
+  And bless the fair occasion that atchiev'd him:
+  I love ye, and I honor ye, but speak;
+  Whether alive or dead he shall be rendred,
+  And see how readily, how in an instant,
+  Quick as your wishes Lady--
+
+  _Quisar._ No, I scorn ye,
+  You and your courtesie; I hate your love Sir;
+  And ere I would so basely win his liberty,
+  I would study to forget he was my brother;
+  By force he was taken; he that shall enjoy me,
+  Shall fetch him back by force, or never know me.
+
+  _Py._ As I live, a rare Wench.
+
+  _Ar._ She has a noble spirit.
+
+  _Gov._ By force?
+
+  _Quisar._ Yes Sir, by force, and make you glad too
+  To let him goe.
+
+  _Gov._ How? you may look nobler on me,
+  And think me no such Boy; by force he must not,
+  For your love much may be.
+
+  _Quisar._ Put up your passion,
+  And pack ye home, I say, by force, and suddenly.
+  He lies there till he rots else, although I love him
+  Most tenderly and dearly, as a brother,
+  And out of these respects would joy to see him;
+  Yet to receive him as thy courtesie,
+  With all the honor thou couldst add unto him
+  From his hands that most hate him, I had rather,
+  Though no condition were propounded for him,
+  See him far sunke i'th earth, and there forget him.
+
+  _Py._ Your hopes are gelt good Governor.
+
+  _Arm._ A rare Woman.
+
+  _Gov._ Lady,
+  I'll pull this pride, I'll quench this bravery,
+  And turne your glorious scorn to tears and howlings;
+  I will proud Princess; this neglect of me
+  Shall make thy brother King most miserable;
+  Shall turn him into curses 'gainst thy cruelty:
+  For where before I us'd him like a King,
+  And did those Royal Offices unto him:
+  Now he shall lie a sad lump in a dungeon,
+  Loden with chains and fetters, colds and hunger,
+  Darkness, and lingring death for his companions;
+  And let me see who dare attempt his rescue,
+  What desperate fool? look toward it; farewel,
+  And when thou know'st him thus, lament thy follies,
+  Nay I will make thee kneel to take my offer:
+  Once more farewel, and put thy trust in puppits.              [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ If none dare undertake it, I'll live a mourner.
+
+  _Ba._ You cannot want.
+
+  _Sy._ You must not.
+
+  _Ru._ 'Tis most dangerous,
+  And wise men wou'd proceed with care and counsel,
+  Yet some way would I knew--
+  Walke with me Gentlemen--        [_Exeunt. Manent, Arm. and his Comp._
+
+  _Ar._ How do you like her spirit?
+
+  _Soz._ 'Tis a clear one,
+  Clog'd with no dirty stuff, she is all pure honor.
+
+  _Em._ The bravest Wench I ever look'd upon,
+  And of the strongest parts, she is most fair,
+  Yet her mind such a mirrour--
+
+  _Arm._ What an action
+  Wou'd this be to put forward on, what a glory,
+  And what an everlasting wealth to end it!
+  Methinks my soul is strangely rais'd.
+
+  _Soz._ To step into it,
+  Just while they think, and ere they have determin'd
+  To bring the King off.
+
+  _Ar._ Things have been done as dangerous.
+
+  _Em._ And prosper'd best when they were least consider'd.
+
+  _Ar._ Bless me my hopes,
+  And you my friends assist me.
+  None but our companions.
+
+  _Soz._ You deale wisely,
+  And if we shrink the name of slaves dye with us.
+
+  _Em._ Stay not for second thoughts.
+
+  _Ar._ I am determin'd;
+  And though I lose, it shall be sung, I was valiant,
+  And my brave offer shall be turn'd to story,
+  Worthy the Princess tongue. A Boat, that's all
+  That's unprovided, and habits like to Merchants,
+  The rest wee'l councel as we goe.
+
+  _Soz._ Away then,
+  Fortune looks fair on those, make haste to win her.         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Keeper, and 2 or 3 Moores._
+
+  _Kee._ I Have kept many a Man, and many a great one,
+  Yet I confess, I nere saw before
+  A Man of such a sufferance; he lies now
+  Where I would not lay my dog, for sure 'twould kill him.
+  Where neither light or comfort can come near him;
+  Nor air, nor earth that's wholsome; it grieves me
+  To see a mighty King with all his glory,
+  Sunk o'th' sudden to the bottome of a dungeon.
+  Whether should we descend that are poor Rascals
+  If we had our deserts?
+
+  _1. Mo._ 'Tis a strange wonder,
+  Load him with Irons, oppress him with contempts,
+  Which are the Governors commands, give him nothing,
+  Or so little, to sustain life, 'tis next nothing;
+  They stir not him, he smiles upon his miseries,
+  And beares 'em with such strength, as if his nature
+  Had been nurs'd up, and foster'd with calamities.
+
+  _2._ He gives no ill words, curses, nor repines not,
+  Blames nothing, hopes in nothing, we can hear of;
+  And in the midst of all these frights, fears nothing.
+
+  _Kee._ I'll be sworne
+  He fears not, for even when I shake for him,
+  As many times my pitty will compell me,
+  When other souls, that bear not half his burthen,
+  Shrink in their powers, and burst with their oppressions;
+  Then will he Sing, wooe his afflictions,
+  And court 'em in sad airs, as if he wou'd wed 'em.
+
+  _1._ That's more than we have heard yet, we are only
+  Appointed for his Guard, but not so near him,
+  If we could hear that wonder--
+
+  _Kee._ Many times
+  I fear the Governor should come to know it;
+  For his voice so affects me, so delights me,
+  That when I find his hour, I have Musick ready,
+  And it stirs me infinitely, be but still and private,
+  And you may chance to hear.
+      [_King appears loden with chains, his head, and armes only above._
+
+  _2._ We will not stir, Sir;
+  This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.
+
+  _Kee._ Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall;
+  Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains--
+
+  _1._ Yet he looks temperately.
+
+  _2._ His eyes not sunk, and his complexion firm still,
+  No wildness, no distemper'd touch upon him,
+  How constantly he smiles, and how undanted!
+  With what a Majesty he heaves his head up!                  [_Musick._
+
+  _Kee._ Now marke, I know he will sing; do not disturb him.
+  Your allowance from the Governor, wou'd it were more sir,
+  Or in my power to make it hansomer.
+
+  _Kin._ Do not transgress thy charge, I take his bounty,
+  And fortune, whilst I bear a mind contented
+  Not leaven'd with the glory I am falen from,
+  Nor hang upon vain hopes, that may corrupt me.
+
+        _Enter Governor._
+
+  _Gov._ Thou art my slave, and I appear above thee.
+
+  _Kee._ The Governor himself.
+
+  _Gov._ What, at your banquet?
+  And in such state, and with such change of service?
+
+  _Kin._ Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.
+
+  _Gov._ This diet's holsome then.
+
+  _Kin._ I beg no better.
+
+  _Gov._ A calm contented mind, give him less next;
+  These full meals will oppress his health, his Grace
+  Is of a tender, and pure constitution,
+  And such repletions--
+
+  _Kin._ Mock, mock, it moves not me sir,
+  Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.
+
+  _Gov._ Ye carry it handsomely, but tell me patience,
+  Do not you curse the brave and royal Lady
+  Your gracious sister? do not you damn her pitty,
+  Damn twenty times a day, and damn it seriously?
+  Do not you swear aloud too, cry and kick?
+  The very soul sweat in thee with the agony
+  Of her contempt of me? Couldst not thou eat her
+  For being so injurious to thy fortune,
+  Thy fair and happy fortune? Couldst not thou wish her
+  A Bastard, or a Whore, fame might proclame her;
+  Black ugly fame, or that thou hadst had no sister?
+  Spitting the general name out, and the nature;
+  Blaspheming heaven for making such a mischief;
+  For giving power to pride, and will to Woman?
+
+  _Kin._ No Tyrant, no, I bless and love her for it;
+  And though her scorn of thee, had laid up for me
+  As many plagues as the corrupted air breeds,
+  As many mischiefs as the hours have minutes,
+  As many formes of Death, as doubt can figure;
+  Yet I should love [her] more still, and more honor her;
+  All thou canst lay upon me, cannot bend me,
+  No not the stroke of death, that I despise too:
+  For if fear could possess me, thou hadst won me;
+  As little from this hour I prize thy flatteries,
+  And less than those thy prayers, though thou wouldst kneel to me;
+  And if she be not Mistriss of this nature,
+  She is none of mine, no kin, and I contemne her.
+
+  _Gov._ Are you so valiant sir?
+
+  _Kin._ Yes, and so fortunate;
+  For he that holds his constancy still conquers;
+  Hadst thou preserv'd me as a noble enemy,
+  And as at first, made my restraint seem to me
+  But only as the shadow of captivity,
+  I had still spoke thee noble, still declar'd thee
+  A valiant, great, and worthy man, still lov'd thee,
+  And still prefer'd thy fair love to my sister;
+  But to compell this from me with a misery,
+  A most inhumane, and unhandsome slavery--
+
+  _Gov._ You will relent for all this talk I fear not,
+  And put your wits a work agen.
+
+  _Kin._ You are cozen'd;
+  Or if I were so weak to be wrought to it,
+  So fearful to give way to so much poverty,
+  How I should curse her heart if she consented!
+
+  _Gov._ You shall write, and entreat, or--
+
+  _Kin._ Do thy utmost,
+  And e'en in all thy tortures I'll laugh at thee,
+  I'll think thee no more valiant, but a villain;
+  Nothing thou hast done brave, but like a thief,
+  Atchiev'd by craft, and kept by cruelty;
+  Nothing thou canst deserve, thou art unhonest;
+  Nor no way live to build a Name, thou art barbarous.
+
+  _Gov._ Down with him low enough, there let him murmur,
+  And see his diet be so light and little,
+  He grow not thus high hearted on't, I will coole ye,
+  And make ye cry for mercy, and be ready
+  To work my ends, and willingly; and your sister taken down,
+  Your scornful, cruel sister shall repent too,
+  And sue to me for grace.
+  Give him no liberty,
+  But let his bands be doubled, his ease lessened;
+  Nothing his heart desires, but vex and torture him:
+  Let him not sleep, nothing that's dear to nature
+  Let him enjoy; yet take heed that he dye not;
+  Keep him as near death, and as willing to embrace it,
+  But see he arrive not at it; I will humble him.
+  And her stout heart that stands on such defiance;
+  And let me see her champions that dare venture
+  Her high and mighty wooers, keep your guards close,
+  And as you love your lives be diligent.
+  And what I charge, observe.
+
+  _Omnes._ We shall be dutiful.
+
+  _Gov._ I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery. [_Exit Gov._
+
+  _1._ Most certain he is resolved nothing can stir him;
+  For if he had but any part about him
+  Gave way to fear or hope, he durst not talk thus,
+  And do thus stoutly too, as willingly,
+  And quietly he sunk down to his sorrows,
+  As some men [to] their sleeps.
+
+  _Keep._ Yes, and sleeps with e'm;
+  So little he regards them, there's the wonder,
+  And often soundly sleeps, wou'd I durst pity him,
+  Or wou'd it were in my will, but we are servants,
+  And tied unto command.
+
+  _2._ I wish him better,
+  But much I fear h'as found his tombe already,
+  We must observe our guards.
+
+  _1._ He cannot last long,
+  And when he is dead, he is free.
+
+  _Kee._ That's the most cruelty,
+  That we must keep him living.
+
+  _2._ That's as he please;
+  For that Man that resolves, needs no Phisitian.             [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Soza, Emanuel _like Merchants, arm'd
+        underneath_.
+
+  _Arm._ Our prosperous passage was an omen to us,
+  A lucky and a fair omen.
+
+  _Omnes._ We believe it.
+
+  _Ar._ The Sea and Wind strove who should most befriend us,
+  And as they favour'd our design, and lov'd us,
+  So lead us forth--Where lies the Boat that brought us?
+
+  _Soz._ Safe lodg'd within the Reeds, close by the Castle,
+  That no eye can suspect, nor thought come near it.
+
+  _Em._ But where have you been, brave sir?
+
+  _Ar._ I have broke the Ice Boyes:
+  I have begun the game, fair fortune guide it,
+  Suspectless have I travell'd all the Town through,
+  And in this Merchants shape won much acquaintance,
+  Survey'd each strength and place that may befriend us,
+  View'd all his Magazines, got perfect knowledge
+  Of where the Prison is, and what power guards it.
+
+  _Soz._ These will be strong attempts.
+
+  _Ar._ Courage is strong:
+  What we beg[a]n with policy, my dear friends,
+  Let's end with manly force; there's no retiring,
+  Unless it be with shame.
+
+  _Em._ Shame his that hopes it.
+
+  _Ar._ Better a few, and clearer fame will follow us,
+  However, lose or win, and speak our memories,
+  Than if we led our Armies; things done thus,
+  And of this noble weight, will stile us worthies.
+
+  _Soz._ Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute,
+  And if we flinch, or fail--
+
+  _Ar._ I am sure ye dare not.
+  Then farther know, and let no ear be near us,
+  That may be false.
+
+  _Em._ Speak boldly on, we are honest;
+  Our lives and fortunes yours.
+
+  _Ar._ Hard by the place then
+  Where all his Treasure lies, his Armes, his Women,
+  Close by the Prison too where he keeps the King,
+  I have hir'd a lodging, as a Trading Merchant,
+  A Celler to that too, to stow my Wares in,
+  The very Wall of which, joynes to his store-house.
+
+  _Soz._ What of all this?
+
+  _Ar._ Ye are dull, if ye apprehend not:
+  Into that Cellar, elected friends, I have convey'd,
+  And unsuspected too, that that will do it;
+  That that will make all shake, and smoak too.
+
+  _Em._ Ha?
+
+  _Ar._ My thoughts have not been idle, nor my practice:
+  The fire I brought here with me shall do something,
+  Shall burst into material flames, and bright ones,
+  That all the Island shall stand wondring at it,
+  As if they had been stricken with a Comet:
+  Powder is ready, and enough to work it,
+  The Match is left a-fire, all, all husht, and lockt close,
+  No man suspecting what I am but Merchant:
+  An hour hence, my brave friends, look for the fury,
+  The fire to light us to our honour'd purpose,
+  For by that time 'twill take.
+
+  _Soz._ What are our duties?
+
+  _Ar._ When all are full of fear and fright, the Governor
+  Out of his wits, to see the flames so imperious,
+  Ready to turn to ashes all he worships,
+  And all the people there to stop these ruins,
+  No man regarding any private office;
+  Then flie we to the prison suddenly,
+  Here's one has found the way, and dares direct us.
+
+  _Em._ Then to our swords and good hearts,
+  I long for it.
+
+  _Ar._ Certain we shall not find much opposition,
+  But what is must be forced.
+
+  _Soz._ 'Tis bravely cast Sir,
+  And surely too I hope.
+
+  _Ar._ If the fire fail not,
+  And powder hold his nature, some must presently
+  Upon the first cry of th' amazed people,
+  (For nothing will be markt then, but the misery)
+  Be ready with the boat upon an instant,
+  And then all's right and fair.
+
+  _Em._ Bless us dear fortune.
+
+  _Ar._ Let us be worthy of it in our courage,
+  And fortune must befriend us, come all sever,
+  But keep still within sight, when the flame rises
+  Let's meet, or either doe, or dye.
+
+  _Soz._ So be it.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Governor, and Captain._
+
+  _Gov._ No Captain, for those Troops we need 'em not,
+  The Town is strong enough to stand their furies;
+  I wou'd see 'em come, and offer to do something.
+  They are high in words.
+
+  _Cap._ 'Tis safer Sir then doing.
+
+  _Gov._ Dost think they dare attempt?
+
+  _Cap._ May be by Treaty,
+  But sure by force they will not prove so froward.
+
+  _Gov._ No faith, I warrant thee, they know me well enough
+  And know they have no Child in hand to play with:
+  They know my nature too, I have bit some of 'em,
+  And to the bones, they have reason to remember me,
+  It makes me laugh to think how glorious
+  The fools are in their promises, and how pregnant
+  Their wits and powers are to bring things to pass;
+  Am I not grown lean with loss of sleep and care
+  To prevent these threatnings, Captain?
+
+  _Cap._ You look well Sir:
+  Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken
+  Upon any such conceit.
+
+  _Gov._ I hope I shall not:
+  Well, wou'd I had this Wench, for I must have her,
+  She must be mine; and there's another charge Captain;
+  What betwixt love and brawling I got nothing,
+  All goes in maintenance--
+  Heark, What was that,                              [_The Train takes._
+  That noise there? it went with a violence.
+
+  _Cap._ Some old wall belike Sir,
+  That had no neighbor help to hold it up,
+  Is fallen suddenly.
+
+  _Gov._ I must discard these Rascals,
+  That are not able to maintain their buildings,
+  They blur the beauty of the Town.
+
+  _Within._ Fire, Fire.
+
+  _Gov._ I hear another tune, good Captain,
+  It comes on fresher still, 'tis loud and fearful,
+  Look up into the Town, how bright the ayr shewes;
+  Upon my life some sudden fire.                             [_Ex. Cap._
+  The bell too?                                           [_Bell Rings._
+  I hear the noise more clear.
+
+        _Enter Citizen._
+
+  _Cit._ Fire, fire.
+
+  _Gov._ Where? where?
+
+  _Cit._ Suddenly taken in a Merchan[t]s house sir,
+  Fearful and high it blazes; help good people.
+
+  _Gov._ Pox o'their paper-houses, how they smother,
+  They light like Candles, how the rore still rises!
+
+        _Enter Captain._
+
+  _Cap._ Your Magazine's a fire Sir, help, help suddenly,
+  The Castle too is in danger, in much danger,
+  All will be lost, get the people presently,
+  And all that are your Guard, and all help, all hands Sir,
+  Your wealth, your strength, is burnt else, the Town perisht;
+  The Castle now begins to flame.
+
+  _Gov._ My soul shakes.
+
+  _Cap._ A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him,
+  That ever such a neighbour, such a villain--
+
+  _Gov._ Raise all the Garrison, and bring 'em up.
+
+        _Enter other Citizens._
+
+  And beat the people forward--Oh I have lost all
+  In one house, all my hopes: good worthy Citizens
+  Follow me all, and all your powers give to me,
+  I will reward you all. Oh cursed fortune--
+  The flame's more violent: arise still, help, help, Citizens,
+  Freedom and wealth to him that helps: follow, oh follow.
+  Fling wine, or any thing, I'll see't recompenc'd.
+  Buckets, more Buckets; fire, fire, fire.                 [_Ex. omnes._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, _and his company_.
+
+  _Arm._ Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up
+  To our discovery.
+
+  _Soz._ Heark, what a merry cry
+  These hounds make! forward fairly,
+  We are not seen in the mist, we are not noted. Away,
+  Away. Now if we lose our fortune--                            [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Captain and Citizens._
+
+  _Cap._ Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.
+
+  _Cit._ More water, more water, all is consum'd else.
+
+  _Cap._ All's gone, unless you undertake it straight, your
+  Wealth too, that must preserve, and pay your labor bravely.
+  Up, up, away.                               [_Ex. Cap. and Cit. Then,_
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia _and his company breaking open a Doore_.
+
+  _Ar._ So, thou art open, keep the way clear
+  Behind still. Now for the place.
+
+  _Sold._ 'Tis here Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ Sure this is it.
+  Force ope the doore--A miserable creature!
+  Yet by his manly face--                        [_The King discovered._
+
+  _Kin._ Why stare ye on me?
+  You cannot put on faces to afright me:
+  In death I am a King still, and contemne ye:
+  Where is that Governor? Methinks his Man-hood
+  Should be well pleas'd to see my Tragedy,
+  And come to bath his stern eyes in my sorrows;
+  I dare him to the sight, bring his scorns with him,
+  And all his rugged threats: here's a throat, soldiers;
+  Come, see who can strike deepest.
+
+  _Em._ Break the Chain there.
+
+  _Kin._ What does this mean?
+
+  _Ar._ Come, talke of no more Governors,
+  He has other business, Sir, put your Legs forward,
+  And gather up your courage like a Man,
+  Wee'll carry off your head else: we are friends,
+  And come to give your sorrows ease.
+
+  _Soz._ On bravely;
+  Delayes may lose agen.
+
+        _Enter Guard._
+
+  _Ar._ The Guard.
+
+  _Soz._ Upon 'em.
+
+  _Ar._ Make speedy, and sure work.
+
+  _Em._ They flie.
+
+  _Ar._ Up with him, and to the Boat; stand fast, now be speedy;
+  When this heat's past, wee'll sing our History.
+  Away, like thoughts, sudden as desires, friends;
+  Now sacred chance be ours.
+
+  _Soz._ Pray when we have done, Sir.                         [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter 3 or 4 Citizens severally._
+
+  _1._ What is the fire allaid?
+
+  _2._ 'Tis out, 'tis out,
+  Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly
+  I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man:
+  I have been burnt at both ends like a squib:
+  I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter;
+  But when men of understanding come about it,
+  Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over,
+  And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still,
+  And tost the Buckets Boys.
+
+  _3._  We are all meere Martins.
+
+  _1._ I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry,
+  Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.
+
+  _2._ 'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was
+  Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home
+  And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.
+
+        _Enter 3 Women._
+
+  _3._  Here come some of 'em to fright us.
+
+  _1 W._ Mine's alive neighbor--oh sweet hony husband.
+
+  _2._ Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been
+  In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends.
+  Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink,
+  Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands
+  In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would
+  Blote a hundred Herrings.
+
+  _2 Wo._ Art thou come safe agen?
+
+  _3 Wo._ I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?
+
+  _2._ At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor;
+  We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets;
+  Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted,
+  And now he's basting of himself at all points:
+  The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums;
+  Body [O] me neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.
+
+  _1 Wo._ Bless my Husband.
+
+  _2._ Blow it out Wife--blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.
+
+  _Women._ Some water, water, water.
+
+  _3._ Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;
+
+  Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance,
+  I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft?
+  What frights are [t]hese, marry heaven bless thy modicum.
+
+  _3 Wo._ But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of
+  Fear neighbor.
+
+  _2._ Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires
+  More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty
+  Liquor.
+
+  _1._ Come, let's go neighbor.
+
+  _2._ For I would very fain turn down this liquor;
+  Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone:
+  Women get you afore, and draw upon us;
+  Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye;
+  Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.
+
+  _Wom._ Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.
+
+  _2._ We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.
+
+        _Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard._
+
+  _Gov._ The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still;
+  The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one:
+  Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.
+
+  _Cap._ Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?
+
+  _Sol._ Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver,
+  They saw a little boat ready to receive him,
+  And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting;
+  Fighting beyond the force of men.
+
+  _Gov._ I am lost Captain,
+  And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me:
+  Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward,
+  A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward,
+  One without carriage, or common sense.
+
+  _Sol._ Hee's gon Sir,
+  And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery,
+  Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any,
+  The people stand amazed so at their valor,
+  And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.
+
+  _Gov._ Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my boys brains
+  'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?
+
+  _Cap._ It was a crafty trick.
+
+  _Gov._ No, I was lazy,
+  Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em
+  And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em,
+  By both these hands held up, and by that brightness
+  That gildes the world with light, by all our worships,
+  The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean,
+  I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me,
+  Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me,
+  Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor:
+  Make ready my _Barrato's_ instantly,
+  And what I shall intend--
+
+  _Cap._ We are your servants.                                [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, Ruy Dyas.
+
+  _Quisar._ Never tell me, you never car'd to win me,
+  Never for my sake to attempt a deed,
+  Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor:
+  If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir,
+  For that cause you profess, for love of honor,
+  Of which you stile your self the mighty Master,
+  You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer,
+  As if you had intended something excellent,
+  Put on a forward face.
+
+  _Ru._ Dear Lady hold me--
+
+  _Quisar._ I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.
+
+  _Ru._ By ---- I dare doe--
+
+  _Quisar._ In a Ladies chamber
+  I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger:
+  Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that:
+  I thought you _Portugals_ had been rare wonders,
+  Men of those haughty courages and credits,
+  That all things were confin'd within your promises,
+  The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye,
+  But well I see I am deceiv'd _Ruy Dias_,
+  And blame, too late, my much beliefe.
+
+  _Ru. I_ am asham'd, Lady,
+  I was so dull, so stupid to your offer:
+  Now you have once more school'd me, I am right,
+  And something shall be thought on suddenly,
+  And put in Act as soon, some preparation--
+
+  _Quisar._ And give it out?
+
+  _Ru._ Yes, Lady, and so great too;
+  In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men--
+
+  _Quisar._ Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,
+  And though he be restor'd alive.
+
+  _Ru._ I have ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ For then we are both servants.
+
+  _Ru._ I conceive ye,
+  Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.
+
+  _Quis._ Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you.   [_Ex._
+
+  _Ru._ My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,
+  The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,
+  _Syana's_ strength, for I can humor him:
+  And proud _Bekamus_, I shall deceive his glory.            [_A shout._
+  What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it?
+  May be the Princes are in sport.
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Christoph.
+
+  _Py._ Where are ye?
+
+  _Ru._ Now _Pyniero_, What's the haste you seek me?
+
+  _Py._ Doe you know this sign Sir?
+
+  _Ru._ Ha!
+
+  _Py._ Do you know this embleme:
+  Your nose is boar'd.
+
+  _Ru._ Boar'd? What's that?
+
+  _Py._ Y'are topt Sir:
+  The King's come home again, the King.
+
+  _Ru._ The Devil!
+
+  _Py._ Nay sure he came a Gods name home:
+  He's return'd Sir.
+
+  _Christ._ And all this joy ye hear--
+
+  _Ru._ Who durst attempt him?
+  The Princes are all here.
+
+  _Chry._ They are worthy Princes,
+  They are special Princes, all they love by ounces.
+  Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily.
+  What fortune have ye lost Sir?
+  What justice have ye now unto this Lady?
+
+  _Py._ How stands your claim?
+  That ever Man should be fool'd so,
+  When he should do and prosper; stand protesting,
+  Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor,
+  When he should be about his business sweating;
+  She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose,
+  To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one,
+  A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye,
+  Knowing you were a man of worth and merit,
+  And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't,
+  You have caught a Goose.
+
+  _Ru._ How dare you thus molest me?                         [_A shout._
+  It cannot be.
+
+  _Chr._ Heark how the general joy rings!
+
+  _Py._ Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too?
+  For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.
+
+  _Ru._ Done? Who dares do?
+
+  _Py._ It seems an honest fellow,
+  That has ended his Market before you be up.
+
+  _Chr._ The shame on't 's a stranger too.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis no shame,
+  He took her at her word, and tied the bargain,
+  Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring,
+  But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady:
+  'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness,
+  He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him,
+  Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed,
+  Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted,
+  No circumstance of love depending on him,
+  Nor no command to shew him, must start forth,
+  At the first sight to--
+
+  _Ru._ I am undone.
+
+  _Py._ Like an Oyster:
+  She neither taking view, nor value of him,
+  Unto such deeds as these--Pox o' these,
+  These wise delayings--
+  They make men cowards.
+  You are undone as a man would undoe an egge,
+  A hundred shames about ye.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, Panura, _and Traine_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Can it be possible,
+  A stranger that I have not known, not seen yet,
+  A man I never grac'd; O Captain, Captain,
+  What shall I do?  I am betray'd by fortune,
+  It cannot be, it must not be.
+
+  _Py._ It is Lady,
+  And by my faith a hansome Gentleman;
+  'Tis his poor Schollers prize.
+
+  _Quisar._ Must I be given
+  Unto a Man I never saw, ne're spoke with,
+  I know not of what Nation?
+
+  _Py._ Is a Portugal,
+  And of as good a pitch he will be giv'n to you Lady,
+  For he's given much to hansome flesh.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh _Ruy Dias_,
+  This was your sloth, your sloth, your sloth _Ruy Dias_.
+
+  _Py._ Your love sloth; Unckle do you find it now?
+  You should have done at first, and faithfully:             [_A shout._
+  And then th'other had lyed ready for ye;
+  Madam, the general joy comes.
+
+  _Quisar._ We must meet it--but with what comfort?
+
+        _Enter Citizens carrying boughs_, _boyes singing after 'em_;
+        _Then_ King, Armusia, Soza, Emanuel; _The Princes and train
+        following_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh my dear brother, what a joy runs through me,
+  To see you safe again, your self, and mighty,
+  What a blest day is this!
+
+  _Kin._ Rise up fair Sister,
+  I am not welcome till you have embraced me.
+
+  _Ru._ A general gladness sir flies through the City,
+  And mirth possesses all to see your Grace arrive,
+  Thus happily arriv'd again, and fairly;
+  'Twas a brave venture who so e'er put for it,
+  A high and noble one, worthy much honor;
+  And had it fail'd, we had not fail'd great Sir,
+  And in short time too, to have forc'd the Governor,
+  In spight of all his threats.
+
+  _Kin._ I thank ye Gentleman.
+
+  _Ru._ And all his subtilties to set you free,
+  With all his heart and will too.
+
+  _Kin._ I know ye love me.
+
+  _Py._ This had been good with something done before it,
+  Something set off to beautifie it, now it sounds empty, like
+  A Barbers bason, pox there's no metall in't, no noble marrow.
+
+  _Ba._ I have an Army Sir, but that the Governor,
+  The foolish fellow was a little provident,
+  And wise in letting slip no time, became him too,
+  That would have scour'd him else, and all his confines;
+  That would have rung him such a peal--
+
+  _Py._ Yes backward,
+  To make dogs houl, I know thee to a farthing,
+  Thy Army's good for Hawks, there's
+  Nothing but sheeps hearts in it.
+
+  _Sy._ I have done nothing Sir, therefore
+  I think it convenient I say little what I purposed,
+  And what my love intended.
+
+  _Kin._ I like your modesty,
+  And thank ye royal friends, I know it griev'd ye
+  To know my misery; but this man, Prince[s],
+  I must thank heartily, indeed, and treuly,
+  For this Man saw me in't, and redeemed me:
+  He lookt upon me sinking, and then caught me.
+  This Sister this, this all Man, this all valor,
+  This pious Man.
+
+  _Ru._ My countenance, it shames me,
+  One scarce arriv'd, not harden'd yet, not
+  Read in dangers and great deeds, sea-sick, not season'd--
+  Oh I have boy'd my self.
+
+  _Kin._ This noble bulwark,
+  This launce and honor of our age and Kingdome;
+  This that I never can reward, nor hope
+  To be once worthy of the name of friend to,
+  This, this Man from the bowels of my sorrows
+  Has new begot my name, and once more made me:
+  Oh sister, if there may be thanks for this,
+  Or any thing near recompence invented.
+
+  _Ar._ You are too noble Sir, there is reward
+  Above my action too by millions:
+  A recompence so rich and glorious,
+  I durst not dreame it mine, but that 'twas promised;
+  But that it was propounded, sworn and sealed
+  Before the face of Heaven, I durst not hope it,
+  For nothing in the life of man, or merit,
+  It is so truly great, can else embrace it.
+
+  _Kin._ O speak it, speak it, bless mine ears to hear it,
+  Make me a happy man, to know it may be,
+  For still methinks I am a prisoner,
+  And feel no liberty before I find it.
+
+  _Ar._ Then know it is your sister, she is mine Sir,
+  I claime her by her own word, and her honor;
+  It was her open promise to that Man
+  That durst redeeme ye; Beauty set me on,
+  And fortune crowns me fair, if she receive me.
+
+  _Kin._ Receive ye, Sir--why Sister--ha--so backward,
+  Stand as you knew me not? nor what he has ventured?
+  My dearest Sister.
+
+  _Ar._ Good Sir pardon me,
+  There is a blushing modesty becomes her,
+  That holds her back; Women are nice to wooe Sir;
+  I would not have her forc'd; give her fair liberty;
+  For things compell'd and frighted, of soft natures,
+  Turn into fears, and flie from their own wishes.
+
+  _Kin._ Look on him my _Quisara_, such another,
+  Oh all ye powers, so excellent in nature!
+  In honor so abundant!--
+
+  _Quisar._ I confess Sir,
+  Confess my word is past too, he has purchased;
+  Yet good Sir give me leave to think; but time
+  To be acquainted with his worth and person;
+  To make me fit to know it; we are both strangers,
+  And how we should believe so suddenly,
+  Or come to fasten our affections--
+  Alas, love has his complements.
+
+  _Kin._ Be sudden
+  And certain in your way, no woman[s] doubles,
+  Nor coy delayes, you are his, and so assure it,
+  Or cast from me and my remembrance ever;
+  Respect your word, I know you will, come Sister,
+  Lets see what welcome you can give a prisoner,
+  And what fair looks a friend--Oh my most noble
+  Princes, no discontents, but all be lusty,
+  He that frowns this day is an open enemy:
+  Thus in my armes my dear.
+
+  _Ar._ You make me blush Sir.
+
+  _Kin._ And now lead on--
+  Our whole Court crown'd with pleasure.
+
+  _Ru._ Madam, despair not, something shall be done yet,
+  And suddenly, and wisely.
+
+  _Quisar._ O _Ruy Dias_.                                         [_Ex._
+
+  _Py._ Well, he's a brave fellow, and he has deserv'd her richly;
+  And you have had your hands full I dare swear Gentlemen.
+
+  _Soz._ We have done something, Sir, if it hit right.
+
+  _Ch._ The woman has no eyes else, nor no honesty,
+  So much I think.
+
+  _Py._ Come, let's goe bounce amongst 'em,
+  To the Kings health, and my brave Country-mans.
+  My Unckle looks as though he were sick oth'
+  Worms friends.                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero.
+
+  Mine Unckle haunts me up and down, looks melancholy,
+  Wondrous proof melancholy, sometimes swears
+  Then whistles, starts, cries, and groans, as if he had the Bots,
+  As to say truth, I think h'as little better,
+  A[n]d we'd fain speak; bids me good morrow at midnight,
+  And good night when 'tis noon, has something hovers
+  About his brains, that would fain find an issue,
+  But cannot out, or dares not: still he follows.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dyas.
+
+  How he looks still, and how he beats about,
+  Like an old dog at a dead scent! I marry,
+  There was a sigh wou'd a set a ship a sailing:
+  These winds of love and honor, blow at all ends.
+  Now speak and't be thy Will: good morrow Uncle.
+
+  _Ru._ Good morrow Sir.
+
+  _Py._ This is a new salute:
+  Sure h'as forgot me: this is pur-blind _Cupid_.
+
+  _Ru._ My Nephew?
+
+  _Py._ Yes Sir, if I be not chang'd.
+
+  _Ru._ I wou'd fain speak with you.
+
+  _Py._ I wou'd fain have ye, Sir,
+  For to that end I stay.
+
+  _Ru._ You know I love ye,
+  And I have lov'd ye long, my dear _Pyniero_,
+  Bred and supply'd you.
+
+  _Py._ Whither walks this Preamble?
+
+  _Ru._ You may remember, though I am but your Uncle,
+  I sure had a father's care, a father's tenderness.
+
+  _Py._ Sure he would wrap me into something now suddenly,
+  He doubts my nature in, for mine is honest,
+  He winds about me so.
+
+  _Ru._ A fathers diligence.
+  My private benefits I have forgot, Sir,
+  But those you might lay claim to as my follower;
+  Yet some men wou'd remember--
+
+  _Py._ I do daily.
+
+  _Ru._ The place which I have put ye in, which is no weak one,
+  Next to my self you stand in all employments,
+  Your counsels, cares, assignments with me equal,
+  So is my study still to plant your person;
+  These are small testimonies I have not forgot ye,
+  Nor wou'd not be forgotten.
+
+  _Pyn._ Sure you cannot.
+
+  _Ru._ Oh _Pyniero_--
+
+  _Pyn._ Sir, what hangs upon you,
+  What heavy weight oppresses ye, ye have lost,
+  (I must confess, in those that understand ye)
+  Some little of your credit, but time will cure that;
+  The best may slip sometimes.
+
+  _Ru._ Oh my best Nephew--
+
+  _Pyn._ It may be ye fear her too, that disturbs ye,
+  That she may fall her self, or be forc'd from ye.
+
+  _Ru._ She is ever true, but I undone for ever.
+  Oh that _Armusia_, that new thing, that stranger,
+  That flag stuck up to rob me of mine honor;
+  That murd'ring chain shot at me from my Countrey:
+  That goodly plague that I must court to kill me.
+
+  _Pyn._ Now it comes flowing from him, I fear'd this,
+  Knew, he that durst be idle, durst be ill too,
+  Has he not done a brave thing?
+
+  _Ru._ I must confess it Nephew, must allow it,
+  But that brave thing has undone me, has sunk me,
+  Has trod me like a name in sand, to nothing,
+  Hangs betwixt hope and me, and threatens my ruin;
+  And if he rise and blaze, farewel my fortune;
+  And when that's set, where's thy advancement, Cosin?
+  That were a friend, that were a noble kinsman,
+  That would consider these; that man were grateful;
+  And he that durst do something here, durst love me.
+
+  _Pyn._ You say true, 'tis worth consideration,
+  Your reasons are of weight, and mark me Uncle,
+  For I'll be sudden, and to th' purpose with you.
+  Say this _Armusia_, then were taken off,
+  As it may be easily done,
+  How stands the woman?
+
+  _Ru._ She is mine for ever;
+  For she contemns his deed and him.
+
+  _Pyn._ Pox on him.
+  Or if the single pox be not sufficient,
+  The hogs, the dogs, the devils pox possess him:
+  'Faith this _Armusia_ stumbles me, 'tis a brave fellow;
+  And if he could be spared Uncle--
+
+  _Ru._ I must perish:
+  Had he set up at any rest but this,
+  Done any thing but what concern'd my credit,
+  The everlasting losing of my worth--
+
+  _Pyn._ I understand you now, who set you on too.
+  I had a reasonable good opinion of the devil
+  Till this hour; and I see he is a knave indeed,
+  An arrant, stinking knave, for now I smell him;
+  I'll see what may be done then, you shall know
+  You have a kinsman, but no villain Uncle,
+  Nor no betrayer of fair fame, I scorn it;
+  I love and honor virtue; I must have
+  Access unto the Lady to know her mind too,
+  A good word from her mouth you know may stir me;
+  A Ladies look at setting on--
+
+  _Ru._ You say well,
+  Here Cosin, here's a Letter ready for you,
+  And you shall see how nobly she'll receive you,
+  And with what [c]are direct.
+
+  _Pyn._ Farewel then Uncle,
+  After I have talk'd with her, I am your servant,
+  To make you honest if I can--else hate you.
+  Pray ye no more compliments, my head is busie, heaven bless me;
+  What a malicious soul does this man carry!
+  And to what scurvy things this love converts us!
+  What stinking things, and how sweetly they become us!
+  Murther's a moral virtue with these Lovers,
+  A special piece of Divinity, I take it:
+  I may be mad, or violently drunk.
+  Which is a whelp of that litter; or I may be covetous,
+  And learn to murther mens estates, that's base too;
+  Or proud, but that's a Paradise to this;
+  Or envious, and sit eating of my self
+  At others fortunes; I may lye, and damnably,
+  Beyond the patience of an honest hearer;
+  Cosin, Cutpurses, sit i'th' Stocks for apples.
+  But when I am a Lover, Lord have mercy,
+  These are poor pelting sins, or rather plagues,
+  Love and Ambition draw the devils Coach.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisana, _and_ Panura.
+
+  How now! who are these? Oh my great Ladies followers,
+  Her Riddle-founders, and her Fortune-tellers.
+  Her readers of her Love-Lectures, her Inflamers:
+  These doors I must pass through, I hope they are wide.
+  Good day to your beauties, how they take it to 'em!
+  As if they were fair indeed.
+
+  _Quisan._ Good morrow to you, Sir.
+
+  _Pyn._ That's the old Hen, the brood-bird! how she busles!
+  How like an Inventory of Lechery she looks!
+  Many a good piece of iniquity
+  Has past her hands, I warrant her--I beseech you,
+  Is the fair Princess stirring?
+
+  _Pan._ Yes marry is she, Sir.
+  But somewhat private: you have a business with her?
+
+  _Py._ Yes forsooth have I, and a serious business.
+
+  _Pan._ May not we know?
+
+  _Py._ Yes, when you can keep counsel.
+
+  _Pan._ How prettily he looks! he's a soldier sure,
+  His rudeness sits so handsomly upon him.
+
+  _Quisan._ A good blunt Gentleman.
+
+  _Py._ Yes marry am I:
+  Yet for a push or two at sharp, and't please you--
+
+  _Pan._ My honest friend, you know not who you speak to:
+  This is the Princesses Aunt,
+
+  _Py._ I like her the better
+  And she were her Mother (Lady) or her Grandmother,
+  I am not so bashful, but I can buckle with her.
+
+  _Pan._ Of what size is your business?
+
+  _Py[n]._ Of the long sixteens,
+  And will make way I warrant ye.
+
+  _Pan._ How fine he talks!
+
+  _Pyn._ Nay in troth I talk but coursely, Lady,
+  But I hold it comfortable for the understanding:
+  How fain they wou'd draw me into ribaldry!
+  These wenches that live easily, live high,
+  [And l]ove these broad discourses, as they love possets;
+  These dry delights serve for preparatives.
+
+  _Pan._ Why do you look so on me?
+
+  _Pyn._ I am guessing
+  By the cast of your face, what the property of your place, should be,
+  For I presume you turn a key, sweet beauty,
+  And you another, gravity, under the Princess,
+  And by my ---- I warrant ye good places,
+  Comly commodious Seats.
+
+  _Quisan._ Prethee let him talk still.
+  For me thinks he talks handsomely.
+
+  _Py._ And truly
+  As near as my understanding shall enable me
+  You look as if you kept my Ladies secrets:
+  Nay, do not laugh, for I mean honestly,
+  How these young things tattle, when they get a toy by th' end!
+  And how their hearts go pit-a-pat, and look for it!
+  Wou'd it not dance too, if it had a Fiddle?
+  Your gravity I guess, to take the Petitions,
+  And hear the lingring suits in love dispos'd,
+  Their sighs and sorrows in their proper place,
+  You keep the Ay-me Office.
+
+  _Quisan._ Prethee suffer him,
+  For as I live he's a pretty fellow;
+  I love to hear sometimes what men think of us:
+  And thus deliver'd freely, 'tis no malice:
+  Proceed good honest man.
+
+  _Pin._ I will, good Madam.
+  According to mens states and dignities,
+  Moneys and moveables, you rate their dreams,
+  And cast the Nativity of their desires,
+  If he reward well, all he thinks is prosperous:
+  And if he promise place, his dreams are Oracles;
+  Your antient practique Art too in these discoveries,
+  Who loves at such a length, who a span farther,
+  And who draws home, yield you no little profit,
+  For these ye milk by circumstance.
+
+  _Qui._ Ye are cunning.
+
+  _Pin._ And as they oil ye, and advance your Spindle,
+  So you draw out the lines of love, your doors too,
+  The doors of destiny, that men must pass through;
+  These are fair places.
+
+  _Pan._ He knows all.
+
+  _Pin._ Your trap-doors,
+  To pop fools in it, that have no providence,
+  Your little wickets, to work wise men, like wires, through at,
+  And draw their states and bodies into Cobwebs,
+  Your Postern doors, to catch those that are cautelous,
+  And would not have the worlds eye find their knaveries:
+  Your doors of danger, some men hate a pleasure,
+  Unless that may be full of fears; your hope doors,
+  And those are fine commodities, where fools pay
+  For every new enco[u]ragement, a new custom;
+  You have your doors of honor, and of pleasure;
+  But those are for great Princes, glorious vanities,
+  That travel to be famous through diseases;
+  There be the doors of poverty and death too:
+  But these you do the best you can to damm up,
+  For then your gain goes out.
+
+  _Qui._ This is a rare Lecture.
+
+  _Pin._ Read to them that understand.
+
+  _Pan._ Beshrew me,
+  I dare not venture on ye, ye cut too keen, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara.
+
+  _Quisan._ We thank you Sir for your good mirth,
+  You are a good companion.
+  Here comes the Princess now, attend your business.
+
+  _Quisar._ Is there no remedy, no hopes can help me?
+  No wit to set me free? whose there hoe?
+
+  _Quisan._ Troubled? her looks are almost wild:
+  What ails the Princess?
+  I know nothing she wants.
+
+  _Quisar._ Who's that there with you?
+  Oh Signior _Pyniero_? you are most welcome:
+  How does your noble Uncle?
+
+  _Pin._ Sad as you are Madam:
+  But he commends his service, and this Letter.
+
+  _Quisar._ Go off, attend within--Fair Sir, I thank ye,
+  Pray be no stranger, for indeed you are welcome;
+  For your own virtues welcome.
+
+  _Quisan._ We are mistaken,
+  This is some brave fellow sure.
+
+  _Pan._ I'm sure he's a bold fellow:
+  But if she hold him so, we must believe it.                   [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ Do you know of this, fair Sir?
+
+  _P[i]n._ I ghess it Madam,
+  And whether it intends: I had not brought it else.
+
+  _Quis._ It is a business of no common reckoning.
+
+  _Pin._ The handsomer for him that goes about it;
+  Slight actions are rewarded with slight thanks:
+  Give me a matter of some weight to wade in.
+
+  _Quisar._ And can you love your Uncle so directly,
+  So seriously, and so full, to undertake this?
+  Can there be such a faith?
+
+  _Pin._ Dare you say I to it,
+  And set me on? 'tis no matter for my Uncle,
+  Or what I owe to him, dare you but wish it.
+
+  _Quisar._ I wou'd fain--
+
+  _Pyn._ Have it done; say but so Lady.
+
+  _Quisan._ Conceive it so.
+
+  _Pyn._ I will, 'tis that I am bound to:
+  Your Will that must command me, and your Pleasure,
+  The fair aspects of those eyes that must direct me:
+  I am no Uncles Agent, I am mine own, Lady;
+  I scorn my able youth should plough for others,
+  Or my ambition serve for pay; I aim,
+  Although I never hit, as high as any man,
+  And the reward I reach at, shall be equal,
+  And what love spurs me on to, this desire,
+  Makes me forget an honest man, a brave man,
+  A valiant, and a virtuous man, my countrey-man, _Armusia_,
+  The delight of all the _Minions_,
+  This love of you, doting upon your beauty, the admiration of your
+          excellence;
+  Make me but servant to the poorest smile,
+  Or the least grace you have bestow'd on others,
+  And see how suddenly I'll work your safety,
+  And set your thoughts at peace; I am no flatterer,
+  To promise infinitely, and out-dream dangers;
+  To lye a bed, and swear men into Feavers,
+  Like some of your trim suiters; when I promise,
+  The light is not more constant to the world,
+  Than I am to my word--She turns for millions.
+
+  _Quisar._ I have not seen a braver confirm'd courage.
+
+  _Pyn._ For a Tun of Crowns she turns: she is a woman,
+  And much I fear, a worse than I expected.
+  You are the object, Lady, you are the eye
+  In which all excellence appears, all wonder,
+  From which all hearts take fire, all hands their valour:
+  And when he stands disputing, when you bid him,
+  Or but thinks of his Estate, Father, Mother,
+  Friends, Wife, and Children,
+  H'is a fool, and I scorn him,
+  And 't be but to make clean his sword, a coward;
+  Men have forgot their fealty to beauty.
+  Had I the place in your affections,
+  My most unworthy Uncle is fit to fall from,
+  Liv'd in those blessed eyes, and read the stories
+  Of everlasting pleasures figur'd there,
+  I wou'd find out your commands before you thought 'em,
+  And bring 'em to you done, e'r you dream't of 'em.
+
+  _Quis._ I admire his boldness.
+
+  _Pyn._ This, or any thing;
+  Your brothers death, mine Uncles, any mans,
+  No state that stands secure, if you frown on it.
+  Look on my youth, I bring no blastings to you,
+  The first flower of my strength, my faith.
+
+  _Quis._ No more Sir;
+  I am too willing to believe, rest satisfi'd;
+  If you dare do for me, I shall be thankful:
+  You are a handsome Gentleman, a fair one,
+  My servant if you please; I seal it thus, Sir.
+  No more, till you deserve more.                               [_Exit._
+
+  _Pyn._ I am rewarded:
+  This woman's cunning, but she's bloody too;
+  Although she pulls her Tallons in, she's mischievous;
+  Form'd like the face of Heaven, clear and transparent;
+  I must pretend still, bear 'em both in hopes,
+  For fear some bloudy slave thrust in indeed,
+  Fashion'd and flesh'd, to what they wish: well Uncle,
+  What will become of this, and what dishonor
+  Follow this fatal shaft, if shot, let time tell,
+  I can but only fear, and strive to cross it.                  [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Soza.
+
+  _Em._ Why are you thus sad? what can grieve or vex you
+  That have the pleasures of the world, the profits,
+  The honor, and the loves at your disposes?
+  Why should a man that wants nothing, want his quiet?
+
+  _Ar._ I want what beggars are above me in, content;
+  I want the grace I have merited,
+  The favor, the due respect.
+
+  _Soz._ Does not the King allow it?
+
+  _Ar._ Yes, and all honors else, all I can ask,
+  That he has power to give; but from his Sister,
+  The scornful cruelty, forgive me beauty,
+  That I transgress from her that should look on me,
+  That should a little smile upon my service,
+  And foster my deserts for her own faiths sake;
+  That should at least acknowledge me, speak to me.
+
+  _Soz._ And you goe whining up and down for this, Sir?
+  Lamenting and disputing of your grievances?
+  Sighing and sobbing like a sullen School-boy,
+  And cursing good-wife fortune for this favour?
+
+  _Ar._ What would you have me doe?
+
+  _Soz._ Doe what you should do,
+  What a man would doe in this case, a wise man,
+  An understanding man that knows a woman;
+  Knows her and all her tricks, her scorns, and all her trifles:
+  Goe to her, and take her in your arms, and shake her,
+  Take her and toss her like a barr.
+
+  _Em._ But be sure you pitch her upon a Feather-bed,
+  Shake her between a pair of Sheets, Sir,
+  There shake these sullen fits out of her, spare her not there;
+  There you may break her Will, and bruise no bone, Sir.
+
+  _Soz._ Goe to her.
+
+  _Em._ That's the way.
+
+  _Soz._ And tell her, and boldly,
+  And do not mince the matter, nor mock your self,
+  With being too indulgent to her pride:
+  Let her hear roundly from ye, what ye are,
+  And what ye have deserved, and what she must be.
+
+  _Em._ And be not put off like a common fellow,
+  With the Princess would be private,
+  Or that she has taken physick, and admits none;
+  I would talk to her any where.
+
+  _Ar._ It makes me smile.
+
+  _Em._ Now you look handsomly:
+  Had I a wench to win, I would so flutter her:
+  They love a man that crushes 'em to verjuce;
+  A woman held at hard meat, is your Spaniel.
+
+  _Soz._ Pray take our council, Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ I shall do something,
+  But not your way, it shews too boisterous,
+  For my affections are as fair and gentle,
+  As her they serve.
+
+        _Enter King._
+
+  _Soz._ The King.
+
+  _King._ Why how now friend?
+  Why do you rob me of the company
+  I love so dearly, Sir, I have been seeking you;
+  For when I want you, I want all my pleasure:
+  Why sad? thus sad still man? I will not have it;
+  I must not see the face I love thus shadowed.
+
+  _Em._ And't please your Grace, methinks it ill becomes him:
+  A soldier should be jovial, high and lusty.
+
+  _King._ He shall be so, come, come, I know your reason,
+  It shall be none to cross you, ye shall have her,
+  Take my word, ('tis a Kings word) ye shall have her,
+  She shall be yours or nothing, pray be merry.
+
+  _Arm._ Your Grace has given me cause, I shall be Sir,
+  And ever your poor servant.
+
+  _King._ Me my self, Sir,
+  My better self, I shall find time, and suddainly,
+  To gratifie your loves too, Gentlemen,
+  And make you know how much I stand bound to you:
+  Nay, 'tis not worth your thanks, no further complement;
+  Will you go with me friend?
+
+  _Arm._ I beseech your Grace,
+  Spare me an hour or two, I shall wait on you,
+  Some little private business with my self, Sir,
+  For such a time.
+
+  _King._ I'll hinder no devotion,
+  For I know you are regular, I'll take you Gentlemen,
+  Because he shall have nothing to disturb him,
+  I shall look for your friend.                [_Exeunt. manet_ Armusia.
+
+        _Enter_ Panura.
+
+  _Arm._ I dare not fail, Sir:
+  What shall I do to make her know my misery,
+  To make her sensible? This is her woman,
+  I have a toy come to me suddenly,
+  It may work for the best, she can but scorn me,
+  And lower than I am, I cannot tumble,
+  I'll try, what e'er my fate be--Good even fair one.
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis the brave stranger--A good night to you, Sir.
+  Now by my Ladies hand, a goodly Gentleman!
+  How happy shall she be in such a Husband!
+  Wou'd I were so provided too.
+
+  _Arm._ Good pretty one,
+  Shall I keep you company for an hour or two?
+  I want employment for this evening.
+  I am an honest man.
+
+  _Pan._ I dare believe ye:
+  Or if ye were not, Sir, that's no great matter,
+  We take mens promises, wou'd ye stay with me, Sir?
+
+  _Arm._ So it please you, pray let's be better acquainted,
+  I know you are the Princesses Gentlewoman,
+  And wait upon her near.
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis like I do so.
+
+  _Arm._ And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies,
+  If he have business your way.
+
+  _Pan._ I understand ye.
+
+  _Arm._ So kind an office, that you may bind a gentleman,
+  Hereafter to be yours; and your way too,
+  And ye may bless the hour you did this benefit:
+  Sweet handsome faces should have courteous minds,
+  And ready faculties.
+
+  _Pan._ Tell me your business,
+  Yet if I think it be to her, your self, Sir,
+  For I know what you are, and what we hold ye,
+  And in what grace ye stand, without a second,
+  For that but darkens, you wou'd do it better,
+  The Princess must be pleas'd with your accesses;
+  I'm sure I should.
+
+  _Arm._ I want a Courtiers boldness,
+  And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ Pray ye wear this, and believe my meaning civil,
+  My business of that fair respect and carriage:
+  This for our more acquaintance.                              [_Jewel._
+
+  _Pan._ How close he kisses!
+  And how sensible the passings of his lips are!
+  I must do it, and I were to be hang'd now, and I will do it:
+  He may do as much for me, that's all I aim at;
+  And come what will on't, life or death, I'll do it,
+  For ten such kisses more, and 'twere high treason.
+
+  _Arm._ I wou'd be private with her.
+
+  _Pan._ So you shall,
+  'Tis not worth thanks else, you must dispatch quick.
+
+  _Arm._ Suddenly.
+
+  _Pan._ And I must leave you in my chamber, Sir;
+  Where you must lock your self that none may see you;
+  'Tis close to her, you cannot miss the entrance,
+  When she comes down to bed.
+
+  _Arm._ I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.
+
+  _Pan._ Thank me but thus.
+
+  _Arm._ If I fail thee--
+  Come close then.                                                [_Ex._
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, _and_ Quisana.
+
+  _Quisar._ 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready,
+  My woman will not be long away.
+
+  _Quisan._ I wou'd have you a little merrier first,
+  Let me sit by ye, and read or discourse
+  Something that ye fancy, or take my instrument.
+
+  _Quisar._ No, no I thank you,
+  I shall sleep without these, I wrong your age Aunt
+  To make ye wait thus, pray let me intreat ye,
+  To morrow I'll see ye, I know y'are sleepy,
+  And rest will be a welcome guest, you shall not,
+  Indeed you shall not stay; oh here's my woman,
+
+        _Enter_ Panura.
+
+  Good night, good night, and good rest Aunt attend you.
+
+  _Quisan._ Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ Come, where have you been wench? make me unready;
+  I slept but ill last night.
+
+  _Pan._ You'll sleep the better
+  I hope [too] night, Madam.
+
+  _Quisar._ A little rest contents me;
+  Thou lovest thy bed _Panura_.
+
+  _Pan._ I am not in love Lady,
+  Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll swear thou dost, thy Husband wou'd not take it so well
+  If thou wert married wench.
+
+  _Pan._ Let him take, Madam,
+  The way to waken me, I am no Dormouse,
+  Husbands have larum bels, if they but
+  Ring once.
+
+  _Quisar._ Thou art a merry wench.
+
+  _Pan._ I shall live the longer.
+
+  _Quisar._ Prethee fetch my Book.
+
+  _Pan._ I am glad of that.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll read awhile before I sleep.
+
+  _Pan._ I will Madam.
+
+  _Quisar._ And if _Ruy Dias_ meet you, and be importunate,
+  He may come in.
+
+  _Pan._ I have a better fare for you,
+  Now least in sight play I.                                    [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, _locks the door_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Why should I love him?
+  Why should I doat upon a man deserves not,
+  Nor has no will to work it? who's there wench?
+  What are you? or whence come you?
+
+  _Arm._ Ye may know me,
+  I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Who let you in?
+
+  _Arm._ My restless love that serves ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ This is an impudence I have not heard of,
+  A rudeness that becomes a thief or ruffian;
+  Nor shall my brothers love protect this boldness,
+  You build so strongly on, my rooms are sanctuaries,
+  And with that reverence, they that seek my favours,
+  And humble fears, shall render their approaches.
+
+  _Arm._ Mine are no less.
+
+  _Quisar._ I am Mistriss of my self, Sir,
+  And will be so, I will not be thus visited:
+  These fears and dangers thrust into my privacy.
+  Stand further off, I'll cry out else.
+
+  _Arm._ Oh dear Lady!
+
+  _Quisar._ I see dishonor in your eyes.
+
+  _Arm._ There is none:
+  By all that beauty they are innocent;
+  Pray ye tremble not, you have no cause.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll dye first;
+  Before you have your Will, be torn in pieces;
+  The little strength I have left me to resist you,
+  The gods will give me more, before I am forc'd
+  To that I hate, or suffer--
+
+  _Arm._ You wrong my duty.
+
+  _Quisar._ So base a violation of my liberty?
+  I know you are bent unnobly; I'll take to me
+  The spirit of a man; borrow his boldness,
+  And force my womans fears into a madness,
+  And e'er you arrive at what you aim at--
+
+  _Arm._ Lady,
+  If there be in you any womans pity;
+  And if your fears have not proclaim'd me monstrous;
+  Look on me, and believe me; is this violence?
+  Is it to fall thus prostrate to your beauty
+  A ruffians boldness? is humility a rudeness?
+  The griefs and sorrows that grow here an impudence?
+  These forcings, and these fears I bring along with me;
+  These impudent abuses offered ye;
+  And thus high has your brothers favour blown me:
+  Alas dear Lady of my life, I came not
+  With any purpose, rough or desperate,
+  With any thought that was not smooth and gentle,
+  As your fair hand, with any doubt or danger
+  Far be it from my heart to fright your quiet;
+  A heavy curse light on it, when I intend it.
+
+  _Quisar._ Now I dare hear you.
+
+  _Arm._ If I had been mischievous,
+  As then I must be mad; or were a monster,
+  If any such base thought had harbour'd here,
+  Or violence that became not man,
+  You have a thousand bulwarks to assure you,
+  The holy powers bear shields to defend chastity;
+  Your honor, and your virtues are such armours;
+  Your clear thoughts such defences; if you mis-doubt still
+  And yet retain a fear, I am not honest,
+  Come with impure thoughts to this place;
+  Take this, and sheath it here; be your own safety;
+  Be wise, and rid your fears, and let me perish;
+  How willing shall I sleep to satisfie you.
+
+  _Quisar._ No, I believe now, you speak worthily;
+  What came you then for?
+
+  _Arm._ To complain me, beauty,
+  But modestly.
+
+  _Quisar._ Of what?
+
+  _Arm._ Of your fierce cruelty,
+  For though I dye, I will not blame the doer:
+  Humbly to tell your grace, ye had forgot me:
+  A little to have touch'd at, not accused,
+  For that I dare not do, your scorns, pray pardon me
+  And be not angry that I use the liberty
+  To urge that word, a little to have shew'd you
+  What I have been, and what done to deserve ye,
+  If any thing that love commands may reach ye:
+  To have remembred ye, but I am unworthy,
+  And to that misery falls all my fortunes,
+  To have told ye, and by my life ye may believe me,
+  That I am honest, and will only marry
+  You, or your memory; pray be not angry.
+
+  _Quisar._ I thank you Sir, and let me tell you seriously,
+  Ye have taken now the right way to befriend ye,
+  And to beget a fair and clear opinion,
+  Yet to try your obedience--
+
+  _Arm._ I stand ready Lady.
+  Without presuming to ask any thing.
+
+  _Quisar._ Or at this time to hope for further favour;
+  Or to remember services or smiles;
+  Dangers you have past through, and rewards due to 'em;
+  Loves or despairs, but leaving all to me:
+  Quit this place presently.
+
+  _Arm._ I shall obey ye.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Ru._ Ha?
+
+  _Arm._ Who's this?
+  What art thou?
+
+  _Ru._ A Gentleman.
+
+  _Arm._ Thou art no more I'm sure: oh 'tis _Ruy Dias_;
+  How high he looks, and harsh!
+
+  _Ru._ Is there not door enough,
+  You take such elbow room?
+
+  _Arm._ If I take it, I'll carry it.
+
+  _Ru._ Does this become you Princess?
+
+  _Arm._ The Captain's jealous.
+  Jealous of that he never durst deserve yet;
+  Goe freely, goe, I'll give thee leave.
+
+  _Ru._ Your leave, Sir?
+
+  _Arm._ Yes my leave Sir, I'll not be troubled neither,
+  Nor shall my heart ake, or my head be jealous,
+  Nor strange suspitious thoughts reign in my memory;
+  Go on, and do thy worst, I'll smile at thee;
+  I kiss your fair hand first, then farewel Captain.            [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ What a pure soul inherits here! what innocence!
+  Sure I was blind when I first lov'd this fellow,
+  And long to live in that fogg still: how he blusters!
+
+  _Ru._ Am I your property? or those your flatteries,
+  The banquets that ye bid me to, the trust
+  I build my goodly hopes on?
+
+  _Quisar._ Be more temperate.
+
+  _Ru._ Are these the shews of your respect and favour?
+  What did he here, what language had he with ye?
+  Did ye invite? could ye stay no longer?
+  Is he so gracious in your eye?
+
+  _Quisar._ You are too forward.
+
+  _Ru._ Why at these private hours?
+
+  _Quisar._ You are too saucy,
+  Too impudent to task me with those errors.
+  Do ye know what I am Sir, and my prerogative?
+  Though you be a thing I have call'd by th' name of friend,
+  I never taught you to dispose my liberty;
+  How durst you touch mine honor? blot my meanings?
+  And name an action, and of mine but noble?
+  Thou poor unworthy thing, how have I grac'd thee!
+  How have I nourisht thee, and raised thee hourly!
+  Are these the gratitudes you bring _Ruy Dias_?
+  The thanks? the services? I am fairly paid;
+  Was't not enough I saw thou wert a Coward,
+  And shaddowed thee? no noble sparkle in thee?
+  Daily provok'd thee, and still found thee coward?
+  Rais'd noble causes for thee, strangers started at;
+  Yet still, still, still a Coward, ever Coward;
+  And with those taints, dost thou upbraid my virtues?
+
+  _Ruy._ I was too blame
+  Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ So blindly bold to touch at my behaviour?
+  Durst thou but look amiss at my allowance?
+  If thou hadst been a brave fellow, thou hadst had some licence
+  Some liberty I might have then allowed thee
+  For thy good face, some scope to have argued with me;
+  But being nothing but a sound, a shape,
+  The meer sign of a Soldier--of a Lover.
+  The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie,
+  I scorn thee; and contemn thee.
+
+  _Ru._ Dearest Lady,
+  If I have been too free--
+
+  _Quisar._ Thou hast been too foolish,
+  And go on still, I'll study to forget thee,
+  I would I could, and yet I pity thee.                         [_Exit._
+
+  _Ru._ I am not worth it, if I were, that's misery,
+  The next door is but death, I must aim at it.                 [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest._
+
+  _Kin._ So far and truly you have discovered to me
+  The former currents of my life and fortune,
+  That I am bound to acknowledge ye most holy,
+  And certainly to credit your predictions,
+  Of what are yet to come.
+
+  _Gov._ I am no lyer,
+  'Tis strange I should, and live so near a neighbor;
+  But these are not my ends.
+
+  _Kin._ Pray ye sit good father,
+  Certain a reverend man, and most religious.
+
+  _Gov._ I, that belief's well now, and let me work then,
+  I'll make ye curse Religion e'er I leave ye:
+  I have liv'd a long time Son, a mew'd up man,
+  Sequester'd by the special hand of Heaven
+  From the worlds vanities, bid farewel to follies,
+  And shook hands with all heats of youth and pleasures,
+  As in a dream these twenty years I have slumber'd,
+  Many a cold Moon have I, in meditation
+  And searching out the hidden Wils of heaven,
+  Lain shaking under; many a burning Sun
+  Has sear'd my body, and boil'd up my blood,
+  Feebl'd my knees, and stampt a Meagerness
+  Upon my figure, all to find out knowledge,
+  Which I have now attained to, thanks to heaven,
+  All for my countreys good too: and many a vision,
+  Many a mistick vision have I seen Son.
+  And many a sight from heaven which has been terrible,
+  Wherein the Goods and Evils of these Islands
+  Were lively shadowed; many a charge I have had too,
+  Still as the time grew ripe to reveal these,
+  To travel and discover, now I am come Son,
+  The hour is now appointed,
+  My tongue is touch'd, and now I speak.
+
+  _Kin._ Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.
+
+  _Gov._ Beware these _Portugals_; I say beware 'em,
+  These smooth-fac'd strangers; have an eye upon 'em.
+  The cause is now the God's, hear, and believe King.
+
+  _King._ I do hear, but before I give rash credit,
+  Or hang too light on belief, which is a sin, father;
+  Know I have found 'em gentle, faithful, valiant,
+  And am in my particular, bound to 'em,
+  I mean to some for my most strange deliverance.
+
+  _Gov._ Oh Son, the future aims of men, observe me,
+  Above their present actions, and their glory,
+  Are to be look'd at, the Stars shew many turnings,
+  If you could see, mark but with my eyes, pupil;
+  These men came hither, as my vision tells me,
+  Poor weather-beaten, almost lost, starv'd, feebled,
+  Their vessels like themselves, most miserable;
+  Made a long sute for traffique, and for comfort,
+  To vent their childrens toys, cure their diseases:
+  They had their sute, they landed, and to th' rate
+  Grew rich and powerful, suckt the fat, and freedom
+  Of this most blessed Isle, taught her to tremble,
+  Witness the Castle here, the Citadel,
+  They have clapt upon the neck of your _Tidore_,
+  This happy Town, till that she knew these strangers,
+  To check her when she's jolly.
+
+  _King._ They have so indeed Father.
+
+  _Gov._ Take heed, take heed, I find your fair delivery,
+  Though you be pleas'd to glorifie that fortune,
+  And think these strangers gods, take heed I say,
+  I find it but a handsome preparation,
+  A fair-fac'd Prologue to a further mischief:
+  Mark but the end good King, the pin he shoots at
+  That was the man deliver'd ye; the mirror,
+  Your Sister is his due; what's she, your heir, Sir?
+  And what's he a kin then to the kingdom?
+  But heirs are not ambitious, who then suffers?
+  What reverence shall the gods have? and what justice
+  The miserable people? what shall they do?
+
+  _King._ He points at truth directly.
+
+  _Gov._ Think of these Son:
+  The person, nor the manner I mislike not
+  Of your preserver, nor the whole man together,
+  Were he but season'd in the Faith we are,
+  In our Devotions learn'd.
+
+  _King._ You say right Father.
+
+  _Gov._ To change our Worships now, and our Religion?
+  To be traytor to our God?
+
+  _King._ You have well advised me,
+  And I will seriously consider Father,
+  In the mean time you shall have your fair access
+  Unto my Sister, advise her to your purpose,
+  And let me still know how the gods determine.
+
+  _Gov._ I will, but my main end is to advise
+  The destruction of you all, a general ruine,
+  And when I am reveng'd, let the gods whistle.               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, _and_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Ruy._ Indeed, I am right glad ye were not greedy,
+  And sudden in performing what I will'd you,
+  Upon the person of _Armusia_,
+  I was afraid, for I well knew your valour,
+  And love to me.
+
+  _Py._ 'Twas not a fair thing, Uncle,
+  It shew'd not handsome, carried no man in it.
+
+  _Ruy._ I must confess 'twas ill; and I abhor it,
+  Only this good has risen from this evil;
+  I have tried your honesty, and find proof,
+  A constancy that will not be corrupted,
+  And I much honor it.
+
+  _Py._ This Bell sounds better.
+
+  _Ruy._ My anger now, and that disgrace I have suffer'd,
+  Shall be more manly vented, and wip'd off,
+  And my sick honor cur'd the right and straight way;
+  My Sword's in my hand now Nephew, my cause upon it,
+  And man to man, one valour to another,
+  My hope to his.
+
+  _Py._ Why? this is like _Ruy Dias_?
+  This carries something of some substance in it;
+  Some mettle and some man, this sounds a Gentleman;
+  And now methinks ye utter what becomes ye;
+  To kill men scurvily, 'tis such a dog-trick,
+  Such a Rat-catchers occupation--
+
+  _Ru._ It is no better,
+  But _Pyniero_, now--
+
+  _Py._ Now you do bravely.
+
+  _Ru._ The difference of our States flung by, forgotten,
+  The full opinion I have won in service,
+  And such respects that may not shew us equal,
+  Laid handsomly aside, only our fortunes,
+  And single manhoods--
+
+  _Py._ In a service, Sir,
+  Of this most noble nature, all I am,
+  If I had ten lives more, those and my fortunes
+  Are ready for ye, I had thought ye had forsworn fighting,
+  Or banish'd those brave thoughts were wont to wait upon you;
+  I am glad to see 'em call'd home agen.
+
+  _Ruy._ They are Nephew,
+  And thou shalt see what fire they carry in them,
+  Here, you guess what this means.                 [_Shews a challenge._
+
+  _Py._ Yes very well, Sir,
+  A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.
+
+  _Ruy._ As soon as you can find him--
+
+  _Py._ That will not be long Uncle,
+  And o' my conscience he'll be ready as quickly.
+
+  _Ruy._ I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so
+  If you can possible, that we may fight.
+
+  _Py._ Nay you shall fight, assure your self.
+
+  _Ru._ Pray ye hear me
+  In some such place where it may be possible
+  The Princess may behold us.
+
+  _Py._ I conceive ye,
+  Upon the sand behind the Castle, Sir,
+  A place remote enough, and there be windows
+  Out of her Lodgings too, or I am mistaken.
+
+  _Ruy._ Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly--
+
+  _Py._ Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd
+  Some three hours hence.
+
+  _Ruy._ I will not fail.
+
+  _Py._ Get you home,
+  And if you have any things to dispose of,
+  Or a few light prayers
+  That may befriend you, run 'em over quickly,
+  I warrant I'll bring him on.
+
+  _Ruy._ Farewel Nephew,
+  And when we meet again--
+
+  _Py._ I, I, fight handsomly;
+  Take a good draught or two of Wine to settle ye,
+  Tis an excellent armour for an ill conscience, Uncle;
+  I am glad to see this mans conversion,
+  I was afraid fair honor had been bed-rid,
+  Or beaten out o' th' Island, soldiers, and good ones,
+  Intended such base courses? he will fight now;
+  And I believe too bravely; I have seen him
+  Curry a fellows carkasse handsomely:
+  And in the head of a troop, stand as if he had been rooted there,
+  Dealing large doles of death; what a rascal was I
+  I did not see his Will drawn!
+  What does she here?
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara.
+
+  If there be any mischief towards, a woman makes one still;
+  Now what new business is for me?
+
+  _Quisar._ I was sending for ye,
+  But since we have met so fair,
+  You have say'd that labour; I must intreat you, Sir--
+
+  _Py._ Any thing Madam,
+  Your Wils are my Commands.
+
+  _Quisar._ Y'are nobly courteous;
+  Upon my better thoughts Signior _Pyniero_,
+  And my more peaceable considerations,
+  Which now I find the richer ornaments;
+  I wou'd desire you to attempt no farther
+  Against the person of the noble stranger,
+  In truth I am asham'd of my share in't;
+  Nor be incited farther by your Uncle,
+  I see it will sit ill upon your person;
+  I have considered, and it will shew ugly,
+  Carried at best, a most unheard of cruelty;
+  Good Sir desist--
+
+  _Py._ You speak now like a woman,
+  And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye;
+  But this you must remember--your command
+  Was laid on with a kiss, and seriously
+  It must be taken off the same way, Madam,
+  Or I stand bound still.
+
+  _Quisar._ That shall not endanger ye,
+  Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.
+
+  _Py._ By th' mass 'twas soft and sweet,
+  Some bloods would bound now,
+  And run a tilt; do not you think bright beauty;
+  You have done me in this kiss, a mighty favour,
+  And that [I stand] bound by virtue of this honor,
+  To do what ever you command me?
+
+  _Quisar._ I think Sir,
+  From me these are unusual courtesies,
+  And ought to be respected so; there are some,
+  And men of no mean rank, would hold themselves
+  Not poorly blest to taste of such a bounty.
+
+  _Py._ I know there are, that wou'd do many unjust things
+  For such a kiss, and yet I hold this modest;
+  All villanies, body and soul dispense with,
+  For such a provocation, kill their kindred,
+  Demolish the fair credits of their Parents;
+  Those kisses I am not acquainted with, most certain Madam,
+  The appurtenance of this kiss wou'd not provoke me
+  To do a mischief, 'tis the devils own dance,
+  To be kiss'd into cruelty.
+
+  _Quisar._ I am glad you make that use Sir.
+
+  _Py._ I am gladder
+  That you made me believe you were cruel,
+  For by this hand, I know I am so honest,
+  However I deceiv'd ye, 'twas high time too,
+  Some common slave might have been set upon it else;
+  That willingly I wou'd not kill a dog
+  That could but fetch and carry for a woman,
+  She must be a good woman made me kick him,
+  And that will be hard to find, to kill a man,
+  If you will give me leave to get another,
+  Or any she that plaid the best game at it,
+  And 'fore a womans anger, prefer her fancy.
+
+  _Quisar._ I take it in you well.
+
+  _Py._ I thank ye Lady,
+  And I shall study to confirm it.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do Sir,
+  For this time, and this present cause, I allow it,
+  Most holy Sir.
+
+        _Enter Governor_, Quisana, _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Gov._ Bless ye my Royal Daughter,
+  And in you, bless this Island Heaven.
+
+  _Quisar._ Good Aunt,
+  What think ye of this man?
+
+  _Quisan._ Sure h' is a wise man,
+  And a Religious, he tells us things have hapened
+  So many years ago, almost forgotten,
+  As readily as if they were done this hour.
+
+  _Quisar._ Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?
+
+  _Pan._ He tells me Madam,
+  Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.
+
+  _Gov._ A stubborn keeper, and worse fare,
+  An open stable, and cold care,
+  Will tame a Jade, may be your share.
+
+  _Pan._ Bir Lady, a sharp prophet, when this proves good,
+  I'll bequeath you a skin to make ye a Hood.
+
+  _Gov._ Lady, I would talk with you.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do reverend Sir.
+
+  _Gov._ And for your good, for that that must concern ye,
+  And give ear wisely to me.
+
+  _Quisar._ I shall father.
+
+  _Gov._ You are a Princess of that excellence,
+  Sweetness, and grace, that Angel-like fair feature,
+  Nay, do not blush, I do not flatter you,
+  Nor do I dote in telling this, I am amazed Lady,
+  And as I think the gods bestow'd these on ye,
+  The gods that love ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ I confess their bounty.
+
+  _Gov._ Apply it then to their use, to their honor,
+  To them, and to their service give this sweetness;
+  They have an instant great use of your goodness;
+  You are a Saint esteem'd here for your beauty,
+  And many a longing heart--
+
+  _Quisar._ I seek no fealty,
+  Nor will I blemish that, heaven has seal'd on me,
+  I know my worth, indeed the _Portugals_
+  I have at those commands, and their last services,
+  Nay, even their lives, so much I think my handsomness,
+  That what I shall enjoyn--
+
+  _Gov._ Use it discreetly.
+  For I perceive ye understand me rightly,
+  For here the gods regard your help, and suddainly;
+  The _Portugals_, like sharp thorns (mark me Lady)
+  Stick in our sides, like Razors, wound Religion,
+  Draw deep, they wound, till the Life-bloud follows,
+  Our gods they spurn at, and their worships scorn,
+  A mighty hand they bear upon our government,
+  These are the men your miracle must work on,
+  Your heavenly form, either to root them out,
+  Which as you may endeavour will be easie,
+  Remember whose great cause you have to execute,
+  To nip their memory, that may not spring more,
+  Or fairly bring 'em home to our devotions,
+  Which will be blessed, and for which you sainted,
+  But cannot be, and they go; let me buzle.
+
+  _Quisar._ Go up with me,
+  Where we'll converse more privately;
+  I'll shew ye shortly how I hold their temper;
+  And in what chain thir souls.
+
+  _Gov._ Keep fast that hold still,
+  And either bring that chain, and those bound in it,
+  And link it to our gods, and their fair worships.
+  Or Daughter, pinch their hearts apieces with it,
+  I'll wait upon your grace.
+
+  _Quisar._ Come reverend father.
+  Wait you below.                              [_Ex._ Quisar. _and Gov._
+
+  _Pan._ If this Prophet were a young thing,
+  I should suspect him now, he cleaves so close to her;
+  These holy Coats are long, and hide iniquities.
+
+  _Quisan._ Away, away fool, a poor wretch.
+
+  _Pan._ These poor ones
+  Warm but their stomachs once--
+
+  _Quisan._ Come in, thou art foolish.     [_Ex._ Quisania _and_ Panura.
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Arm._ I am sorry, Sir, my fortune is so stubborn,
+  To court my sword against my Countreyman;
+  I love my Nation well, and where I find
+  A _Portugal_ of noble Name and Virtue,
+  I am his humble servant, Signior _Pyniero_,
+  Your person, nor your Uncles am I angry with,
+  You are both fair Gentlemen in my opinion,
+  And I protest, I had rather use my sword
+  In your defences, than against your safeties;
+  'Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies,
+  When we seek foes among our selves.
+
+  _Em._ You are injured,
+  And you must make the best on't now, and readiest--
+
+  _Arm._ You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd
+  To his desire that call'd me.
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak honestly,
+  And I could wish ye had met on terms more friendly,
+  But it cannot now be so.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Em._ Turn Sir, and see.
+
+  _Py._ I have kept my word with ye Uncle,
+  The Gentleman is ready.
+
+        _Enter Governor, and_ Quisara _above_.
+
+  _Arm._ Ye are welcome.
+
+  _Ru._ Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie,
+  I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me,
+  And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye,
+  The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me;
+  Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.
+
+  _Arm._ That's a proud word,
+  More than your faith can justifie.
+
+  _Quisar._ Sure they will fight.
+
+  _Ruy._ She's there, I am happy.
+
+  _Gov._ Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another,
+  These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings
+  Will tumble quickly.
+
+  _Quisar._ How temperate _Armusia_!
+  No more, be quiet yet.
+
+  _Arm._ I am not bloody,
+  Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me,
+  But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess,
+  I am resolv'd to fight.
+
+  _Ruy._ Fight home _Armusia_,
+  For if thou faint'st, or fall'st--
+
+  _Arm._ Do ye make all vantages?
+
+  _Ruy._ Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,
+  Nor look not for thy mercy.
+
+  _Arm._ I am arm'd then.
+
+  _Ruy._ Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.
+
+  _Arm._ And good _Emanuel_ stir not--
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak fitly,
+  For we had not stood idle else.
+
+  _Gov._ I am sorry for't.
+
+  _Em._ But since you will have it so--
+
+  _Ruy._ Come Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I wait ye.
+
+  _Py._ I marry, this looks handsomely,
+  This is warm work.
+
+  _Gov._ Both fall and't be thy Will.                      [Ruy _falls_.
+
+  _Py._ My Uncle dead?
+
+  _Em._ Stand still, or my swords in--
+
+  _Arm._ Now brave _Ruy Dias_,
+  Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly
+  Your own spite has condemn'd ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ Hold _Armusia_.
+
+  _Ar._ Most happy Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Hold, and let him rise,
+  Spare him for me.
+
+  _Ar._ A long life may he enjoy, Lady.
+
+  _Gov._ What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.
+
+  _Quisar._ Peace father, I work for the best; _Armusia_,
+  Be in the Garden an hour hence.                  [_Ex._ Qu. _and Gov._
+
+  _Ar._ I shall Madam.
+
+  _Py._ Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,
+  So brave a mingled temper saw I never.
+
+  _Ar._ Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you,
+  If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy?
+  Under one had taken vantage of your shame too?
+  Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye,
+  Or glorying in the pride of such a victory,
+  That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.
+
+  _Py._ Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman
+  How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down?
+  'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd;
+  To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal;
+  Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.
+
+  _Ar._ It may be
+  You think my tongue may prove your enemy;
+  And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery,
+  May take a License to disable ye:
+  Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty,
+  That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury,
+  And I shall right you in't.
+
+  _Py._ Can you have more, Uncle?
+
+  _Ru._ Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly,
+  That I shall ever love the hand that did it:
+  Fortune may make me worthy of some title
+  That may be near your friend,
+
+  _Ar._ Sir, I must leave ye,
+  But with so hearty love; and pray be confident,
+  I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye. [_Exit_ Arm. _and_ Em.
+
+  _Py._ Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor,
+  And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes,
+  And unjust ends, good heaven is angry with ye;
+  Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss,
+  And let these trinkets go.
+
+  _Ru._ You teach well Nephew,
+  Now to be honourabl[e] even with this Gentleman,
+  Shall be my business, and my ends his.
+
+        _Enter Governor and King._
+
+  _Gov._ Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly,
+  To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up,
+  Upon his person too, your state is sunk else:
+  You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude,
+  And let a simple tenderness besot ye:
+  I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him,
+  Attempting your brave Sister, privately,
+  Mark but his high behaviour then.
+
+  _King._ I will Father.
+
+  _Gov._ And with scorn, I fear contempt too.
+
+  _King._ I hope not.
+
+  _Gov._ I will not name a lust;
+  It may be that also;
+  A little force must be applyed upon him,
+  Now, now applyed, a little force to humble him.
+  These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.
+
+  _King._ Take heed ye wrong him not.
+
+  _Gov._ Take heed to your safety,
+  I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,
+  Or think I come un-sent--
+
+  _King._ No, I'll go with you.                               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Quisara.
+
+  _Arm._ Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at,
+  Either in my obedience, or my service,
+  That may deserve your love, or win a liking,
+  But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously,
+  Take pleasure in your Will, even in your anger,
+  Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy;
+  I study new humility to please ye,
+  And take a kind of joy in my afflictions,
+  Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows:
+  Pray Madam but consider--
+
+  _Quisar._ Yes, I do Sir,
+  And to that honest end I drew thee hither;
+  I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can,
+  And know it is a justice to requite you:
+  I know ye love.
+
+  _Arm._ If ever love was mortal,
+  And dwelt in man, and for that love command me,
+  So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady,
+  Something of such a greatness to allow me,
+  Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too:
+  'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven,
+  Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.
+
+        _Enter Governor, and King._
+
+  _Gov._ Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,
+  Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.
+
+  _Quisar._ I dare believe your worth without additions;
+  But since you are so liberal of your love Sir,
+  And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it,
+  Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me
+  At such an easie rate.
+
+  _Arm._ I am prepared still,
+  And if I shrink--
+
+  _Quisar._ I know ye are no coward,
+  This is the utmost trial of your constancy,
+  And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir;
+  You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me,
+  Doubted or dangerous.
+
+  _Arm._ There's nothing, nothing:
+  Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll tell you then, change your Religion.
+  And be of one belief with me.
+
+  _Arm._ How?
+
+  _Quisar._ Mark,
+  Worship our Gods, renounce that faith ye are bred in;
+  'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly;
+  And humbly on your knees--
+
+  _Arm._ Ha? I'll be hang'd first.
+
+  _Quisar._ Offer as we do.
+
+  _Arm._ To the devil Lady?
+  Offer to him I hate? I know the devil.
+  To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;
+  To every bird that flies, and every worm.
+  How terribly I shake! Is this the venture?
+  The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been?
+  And how forgot my self? how lost my memory?
+  When did I pray, or look up stedfastly?
+  Had any goodness in my heart to guide me?
+  That I should give this vantage to mine enemy;
+  The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?
+
+  _Quisar._ Come, come, I know ye love me.
+
+  _Arm._ Love ye this way?
+  This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ My Love and Life are one way.
+
+  _Arm._ Love alone then, and mine another way,
+  I'll love diseases first,
+  Doat on a villain that would cut my throat,
+  Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty.
+  Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring!
+  Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker!
+  How have I slept like Cork upon a water,
+  And had no feeling of the storm that tost me!
+  Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance,
+  Eternity of blessedness for a woman!
+  For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!
+
+  _Quisar._ Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?
+  As great and full of hopes as yours?
+
+  _Arm._ They are puppets.
+
+  _Gov._ Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.
+
+  _Ar._ Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides;
+  You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad,
+  Subject to age; and how can they cure us,
+  That are not able to refine themselves?
+
+  _Quis._ The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,
+  And their bright influences we believe.
+
+  _Arm._ Away fool,
+  I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon,
+  That gives those bodies light and influence;
+  That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions;
+  They are not so great as we, they are our servants,
+  Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us knowledge
+  Of when and how the swellings of the main are,
+  And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards
+  To make the earth fat, with their influence,
+  That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us.
+  Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?
+  For her embraces bring my soul to ruin?
+  I look'd you should have said, make me a _Christian_,
+  Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman;
+  That labor truly to perform, that venture,
+  The crown of all great trial, and the fairest:
+  I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it,
+  Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters
+  Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd
+  You should have brought me your chief god ye worship,
+  He that you offer humane bloud and life to,
+  And make a sacrifice of him to memory,
+  Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.
+
+  _Gov._ Now you may see.
+
+  _Quisar._ Take heed, you goe too far, Sir,
+  And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye,
+  And to that end I let you storm a little;
+  I know there must be some strife in your bosom
+  To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back:
+  I know old friends cannot part suddainly,
+  There will be some left still, yet I must have ye,
+  Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.
+
+  _Arm._ Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self
+  For looking on that face lasciviously,
+  And it looks ugly now me thinks.
+
+  _Quisar._ How _Portugal_?
+
+  _Arm._ It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me;
+  Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me,
+  And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins,
+  Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully
+  The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd;
+  Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman,
+  That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in,
+  To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye,
+  Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers,
+  And where I meet your _Mahumet_ gods, I'll swing 'em
+  Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles,
+  Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples.
+  And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish
+  Your shambles of wild worships.
+
+  _Gov._ Now, now you hear Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I will have my faith, since you are so crafty,
+  The glorious cross, although I love your brother;
+  Let him frown too, I will have my devotion,
+  And let your whole State storm.
+
+  _King._ Enter and take him;
+  I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.
+
+  _Gov._ Be sure you bind him fast.
+
+  _Quisar._ But use him nobly.
+
+  _King._ Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,
+  And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir--
+
+  _Quisar._ Methinks I hate 'em now.
+
+  _King._ To our Religion,
+  To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious
+  To threaten them.
+
+  _Arm._ Use all your violence,
+  I ask no mercy, nor repent my words:
+  I spit at your best powers; I serve one,
+  Will give me strength to scourge your gods.
+
+  _Gov._ Away with him.
+
+  _Arm._ To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,
+  That never more their bloudy memories--
+
+  _Gov._ Clap him close up.
+
+  _King._ Good friend be cooler.
+
+  _Arm._ Never;
+  Your painted Sister I despise too.
+
+  _King._ Softly.
+
+  _Arm._ And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at,
+  Mock her blind purposes.
+
+  _King._ You must be temperate;
+  Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.
+
+  _Gov._ Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him.      [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Christophero, _and_ Pedro (_at one door_) Emanuel, _and_
+        Soza, (_at another_).
+
+  _Chr._ Do you know the news Gentlemen?
+
+  _Em._ Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,
+  How to prevent it.
+
+  _Soz._ Is this the love they bear us,
+  For our late benefit? taken so maliciously,
+  And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?
+
+  _Ch._ It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,
+  'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.
+
+  _Ped._ I know,
+  They may think to doe wonders, aim at all,
+  And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands:
+  But if we be our selves, honest and resolute,
+  And continue but Masters of our antient courages,
+  Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies--
+
+  _Soz._ Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now,
+  We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery;
+  Begin to strike at him, they are all bound too?
+  To cancel his deserts? what must we look for
+  If they can carry this?
+
+  _Em._ I'll carry coals then;
+  I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen,
+  But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals,
+  These barbarous slaves.
+
+  _Ch._ Shall we go charge 'em presently?
+
+  _Soz._ No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy,
+  We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends,
+  And sure offence, we lose our angers else,
+  And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Py._ Did you see mine Uncle? plague o' these _Barbarians_,
+  How the rogues stick in my teeth, I know ye are angry,
+  So I am too, monstrous angry, Gentlemen,
+  I am angry, that I choak agen.
+  You hear _Armusia's_ up, honest _Arm_:
+  Clapt up in prison, friends, the brave _Arm_:
+  Here are fine boys.
+
+  _Em._ We hope he shall not stay there.
+
+  _Py._ Stay, no, he must not stay, no talk of staying,
+  These are no times to stay; are not these rascals?
+  Speak, I beseech ye speak, are they not Rogues?
+  Think some abominable names--are they not devils?
+  But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em--fusty villains.
+
+  _Ch._ They are a kind of hounds.
+
+  _Py._ Hounds were their fathers;
+  Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds--Lord, where's my Uncle?
+
+  _Soz._ But what shall be done, Sir?
+
+  _Py._ Done?
+
+  _Soz._ Yes, to relieve him;
+  If it be not sudden they may take his life too.
+
+  _Py._ They dare as soon take fire and swallow it,
+  Take stakes and thrust into their tails for glisters:
+  His life, why 'tis a thing worth all the Islands,
+  And they know will be rated at that value;
+  His very imprisonment will make the Town stink,
+  And shake and stink, I have physick in my hand for 'em
+  Shall give the goblins such a purge--
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Ped._ Your Uncle.
+
+  _Ru._ I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye;
+  They say _Armusia_'s prisoner.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis most certain.
+
+  _Ru._ Upon what cause?
+
+  _Py._ He has deserv'd too much, Sir;
+  The old heathen policie has light upon him.
+  And paid him home.
+
+  _Ru._ A most unnoble dealing.
+
+  _Py._ You are the next, if you can carry it tamely,
+  He has deserved of all.
+
+  _Ru._ I must confess it,
+  Of me so nobly too.
+
+  _Py._ I am glad to hear it,
+  You have a time now to make good your confession,
+  Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion,
+  Now to redeem all, now to thank his courtesie,
+  Now to make those believe that held you backward,
+  And an ill instrument, you are a Gentleman,
+  An honest man, and you dare love your Natio[n],
+  Dare stick to virtue, though she be opprest,
+  And for her own fair sake, step to her rescue:
+  If you live ages, Sir, and lose this hour,
+  Not now redeem, and vindicate your honor
+  Your life will be a murmure, and no man in't.
+
+  _Ru._ I thank ye nephew, come along with me Gentlemen,
+  We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately:
+  We are Masters of the Fort yet, we shall see
+  What that can do.
+
+  _Py._ Let it but spit fire finely,
+  And play their turrets, and their painted Palaces,
+  A frisking round or two, that they may trip it;
+  And caper in the air.
+
+  _Ru._ Come, we'll do something
+  Shall make 'em look about, we'll send 'em plums,
+  If they be not too hard for their teeth.
+
+  _Py._ And fine Potatoes
+  Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir
+  Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.
+
+  _Ru._ They shall see
+  There is no safe retreat in villany;
+  Come, be high-hearted all.
+
+  _Omnes._ We are all on fire, Sir.                           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter King and Governor._
+
+  _King._ I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not,
+  Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me,
+  The timely noble pity--why should I
+  See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesie,
+  Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand set me free?
+  Why should it come from me? why I command this?
+  Shall not all tongues and truths call me unthankful?
+
+  _Gov._ Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain
+  It had been in your power, and your discretion
+  To have turn'd it into mercy, and forgiven it,
+  And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude,
+  Timely, and nobly taken; but since the cause
+  Concerns the honor of our gods, and their Title,
+  And so transcends your power, and your compassion,
+  A little your own safety, if you saw it too,
+  If your too fond indulgence did not dazle you,
+  It cannot now admit a private pitty;
+  'Tis in their Wills, their Mercies, or Revenges,
+  And these revolts in you, shew mere rebellions.
+
+  _King._ They are mild and pittiful.
+
+  _Gov._ To those repent.
+
+  _King._ Their nature's soft and tender.
+
+  _Gov._ To true hearts.
+  That feel compunction for their trespasses:
+  This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction
+  And demolition of their Arms and Worship,
+  Spits at their powers; take heed ye be not found, Sir,
+  And mark'd a favourer of their dishonor;
+  They use no common justice.
+
+  _King._ What shall I do
+  To deserve of this man--
+
+  _Gov._ If ye more bemoan him,
+  Or mitigate your power to preserve him,
+  I'll curse ye from the gods, call up their vengeance.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara _with her hands bound_, Quisana, Panura.
+
+  And fling it on your Land and you, I have charge [for't;]
+  I hope to wrack you all.
+
+  _King._ What ails my Sister?
+  Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?
+  Who does do this?
+
+  _Quisan._ We did it, pardon Sir,
+  And for her preservation--She is grown wild,
+  And raving on the strangers love and honor,
+  Sometimes crying out help, help, they will torture him,
+  They will take his life, they will murder him presently,
+  If we had not prevented violently
+  Have laid hands on her own life.
+
+  _Gov._ These are tokens,
+  The gods displeasure is gone out, be quick,
+  And e'r it fall, doe something to appease 'em.
+  You know the sacrifice--I am glad it works thus.
+
+  _Quisa._ How low and base thou lookst now, that wert noble!
+  No figure of a King, methinks shews on you.
+  No face of Majesty, foul, swarth ingratitude
+  Has taken off thy sweetness, base forgetfulness
+  Of mighty benefits, has turned thee Devil:
+  Thou hast persecuted goodness, innocence;
+  And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue,
+  On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us;
+  Thou hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose least merit,
+  Pois'd with thy main Estate, thou canst not satisfie,
+  Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light still:
+  What hast thou done?
+
+  _Gov._ Goe for him presently,
+  And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly:
+  If not, let nothing she says hinder ye, or stir ye;
+  She speaks distractedly--Do that the gods command ye,
+  Do you know what ye say Lady?
+
+  _Quisar._ I could curse thee too,
+  Religion and severity has steel'd thee,
+  Has turn'd thy heart to stone; thou hast made the gods hard too,
+  Against their sweet and patient natures, cruel:
+  None of ye feel what bravery ye tread on?
+  What innocence? what beauty?
+
+  _King._ Pray be patient.
+
+  _Quisar._ What honourable things ye cast behind [ye]?
+  What monuments of man?
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia _and Guard_.
+
+  _King._ Once more _Armusia_,
+  Because I love ye tenderly and dearly,
+  And would be glad to win ye mine, I wish ye,
+  Even from my heart I wish and wooe ye--
+
+  _Ar._ What Sir,
+  Take heed how ye perswade me falsly, then ye hate me:
+  Take heed how ye intrap me.
+
+  _King._ I advise ye,
+  And tenderly and truly I advise ye,
+  Both for your souls health, and your safety.
+
+  _Ar._ Stay,
+  And name my soul no more, she is too precious,
+  Too glorious for you[r] flatteries, too secure too.
+
+  _Gov._ Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor
+  That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.
+
+  _Arm._ They are not to be consider'd in these cases,
+  Not to be nam'd when souls are question'd;
+  They are vain and flying vapors--touch my life,
+  'Tis ready for ye, put it to what test
+  It shall please ye, I am patient; but for the rest
+  You may remove Rocks with your little fingers,
+  Or blow a Mountain out o' th' way, with bellows,
+  As soon as stir my faith; use no more arguments.
+
+  _Gov._ We must use tortures then.
+
+  _Arm._ Your worst and painfull'st
+  I am joyful to accept.
+
+  _Gov._ You must the sharpest,
+  For such has been your hate against our Deities
+  Delivered openly, your threats and scornings,
+  And either your repentance must be mighty,
+  Which is your free conversion to our customs,
+  Or equal punishment which is your life, Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I am glad I have it for ye, take it Priest,
+  And all the miseries that shall attend it:
+  Let the gods glut themselves with Christian bloud,
+  It will be ask'd again, and so far followed,
+  So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice,
+  Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it;
+  Your Altars and your Temples shake to nothing;
+  And you false worshipers, blind fools of ceremony,
+  Shall seek for holes to hide your heads, and fears in,
+  For seas to swallow you from this destruction,
+  Darkness to dwell about ye, and conceal ye;
+  Your mothers womb agen--
+
+  _Gov._ Make the fires ready,
+  And bring the several tortures out.
+
+  _Quisar._ Stand fast, Sir,
+  And fear 'em not, you that have stept so nobly
+  Into this pious Trial, start not now,
+  Keep on your way, a Virgin will assist ye,
+  A Virgin won by your fair constancy,
+  And glorying that she is won so, will dye by ye:
+  I have touch'd ye every way, tried ye most honest,
+  Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing chaste, and temperate,
+  Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, stayed,
+  No rage, or light affection ruling in you:
+  Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find ye,
+  The temple of true honor.
+
+  _Arm._ Whether will she?
+  What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?
+
+  _Quisar._ Your Faith, and your Religion must be like ye,
+  They that can shew you these, must be pure mirrors,
+  When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains?
+  I do embrace your faith, Sir, and your fortune;
+  Go on, I will assist ye, I feel a sparkle here,
+  A lively spark that kindles my affection,
+  And tells me it will rise to flames of glory:
+  Let 'em put on their angers, suffer nobly,
+  Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct me;
+  And if I follow not--
+
+  _Arm._ Oh blessed Lady,
+  Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph,
+  Come clap your terrors on.
+
+  _Quisar._ All your fell tortures.
+  For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother,
+  I swear by a new faith, which is most sacred,
+  And I will keep it so, but I will follow in,
+  And follow to a scruple of affliction,
+  In spight of all your gods without prevention.
+
+  _Gov._ Death! she amazes me.
+
+  _King._ What shall be done now?
+
+  _Gov._ They must dye both,
+  And suddenly, they will corrupt all else;
+  This woman makes me weary of my mischief,
+  She shakes me, and she staggers me, go in Sir,
+  I'll see the execution.
+
+  _Kin._ Not so suddain:
+  If they go, all my Friends and Sisters perish.
+
+  _Gov._ Wou'd I were safe at home agen.
+
+        _Enter Messenger._
+
+  _Mes._ Arm, arm, Sir,
+  Seek for defence, the Castle plays and thunders,
+  The Town Rocks, and the houses fly i' th' air,
+  The people dye for fear--Captain _Ruy Dias_,
+  Has made an oath he will not leave a stone here;
+  No, not the memory, here has stood a City,
+  Unless _Armusia_ be deliver'd fairly.
+
+  _King._ I have my fears: what can our gods do now for us?
+
+  _Gov._ Be patient, but keep him still: he is a cure, Sir,
+  Against both Rage and Cannon: goe and fortifie,
+  Call in the Princess, make the Palace sure,
+  And let 'em know you are a King: look nobly;
+  And take you[r] courage to ye; keep close the prisoner,
+  And under command, we are betraid else.
+
+  _Ar._ How joyfully I goe!
+
+  _Quisar._ Take my heart with thee.
+
+  _Gov._ I hold a Wolf by the ear now:
+  Fortune free me.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter four Towns-men._
+
+  _1._ Heaven bless us,
+  What a thund'ring's here! what fire-spitting!
+  We cannot drink, but our Cans are mauld amongst us.
+
+  _2._ I wou'd they would mall our scores too:
+  Shame o' their Guns, I thought they had been bird-pots,
+  Or great Candle-cases, how devilishly they bounce,
+  And how the Bullets borrow a piece of a house here,
+  There another, and mend those up agen
+  With another Parish; here flies a poudring-tub,
+  The meat ready rosted, and there a barrel pissing vinegar,
+  And they two over-taking the top of a high Steeple,
+  Newly slic'd off for a Sallet.
+
+  _3._ A vengeance fire 'em.
+
+  _2._ Nay, they fire fast enough;
+  You need not help 'em.
+
+  _4._ Are these the _Portugal_ Bulls--
+  How loud they bellow!
+
+  _2._ Their horns are plaguy strong, they push down Palaces
+  They toss our little habitations like whelps,
+  Like grindle-tails, with their heels upward;
+  All the windows i'th Town dance a new Trenchmore,
+  'Tis like to prove a blessed age for Glasiers,
+  I met a hand, and a Letter in't, in great haste,
+  And by and by, a single leg running after it,
+  As if the arm had forgot part of his errand,
+  Heads flie like Foot-balls every where.
+
+  _1._ What shall we do?
+
+  _2._ I care not, my shop's cancell'd,
+  And all the Pots, and earthen Pans in't vanish't:
+  There was a single Bullet, and they together by the ears;
+  You would have thought _Tom Tumbler_ had been there,
+  And all his troop of devils.
+
+  _3._ Let's to the King,
+  And get this Gentleman deliver'd handsomly:
+  By this hand, there's no walking above ground else.
+
+  _2._ By this leg--let me swear nimbly by it,
+  For I know not how long I shall owe it,
+  If I were out o'th' Town once, if I came in agen to
+  Fetch my breakfast, I will give 'em leave to cramm me
+  With a _Portugal_ Pudding: Come; let's doe any thing
+  To appease this thunder.                                    [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Py._ Art sure it was that blind Priest?
+
+  _Pan._ Yes most certain,
+  He has provok'd all this; the King is merciful,
+  And wond'rous loving; but he fires him on still,
+  And when he cools, enrages him, I know it:
+  Threatens new vengeance, and the gods fierce justice
+  When he but looks with fair eyes on _Armusia_,
+  Will lend him no time to relent; my royal Mistriss,
+  She has entertain'd a _Christian_ hope.
+
+  _Py._ Speak truly.
+
+  _Pan._ Nay, 'tis most true, but Lord! how he lies at her,
+  And threatens her, and flatters her, and damns her,
+  And I fear, if not speedily prevented,
+  If she continue stout, both shall be executed,
+
+  _Py._ I'll kiss thee for this news, nay more _Panura_,
+  If thou wilt give me leave I'll get thee with _Christian_,
+  The best way to convert thee.
+
+  _Pan._ Make me believe so?
+
+  _Py._ I will y'faith. But which way cam'st thou hither?
+  The Pallace is close guarded, and barricado'd.
+
+  _Pan._ I came through a private vault, which few there know of;
+  It rises in a Temple not far hence,
+  Close by the Castle here.
+
+  _Py._ How--To what end?
+
+  _Pan._ A good one:
+  To give ye knowledge of my new-born Mistriss;
+  And in what doubt _Armusia_ stands,
+  Think any present means, or hope to stop 'em
+  From their fell ends: the Princes are come in too,
+  And they are harden'd also.
+
+  _Py._ The damn'd Priest--
+
+  _Pan._ Sure he's a cruel man, methinks Religion
+  Should teach more temperate Lessons.
+
+  _Py._ He the fire-brand?
+  He dare to touch at such fair lives as theirs are?
+  Well Prophet, I shall prophesie, I shall catch ye,
+  When all your Prophecies will not redeem ye?
+  Wilt thou do one thing bravely?
+
+  _Pa._ Any good I am able.
+
+  _Py._ And by thine own white hand, I'll swear thou art virtuous,
+  And a brave wench, durst thou but guide me presently,
+  Through the same vault thou cam'st, into the Pallace
+  And those I shall appoint, such as I think fit.
+
+  _Pa._ Yes I will do it, and suddainly, and truly.
+
+  _Py._ I wou'd fain behold this Prophet.
+
+  _Pa._ Now I have ye:
+  And shall bring ye where ye shall behold him,
+  Alone too, and unfurnish'd of defences:
+  That shall be my care; but you must not betray me.
+
+  _Py._ Dost thou think we are so base, such slaves, rogues?
+
+  _Pa._ I do not:
+  And you shall see how fairly I'll work for ye.
+
+  _Py._ I must needs steal that Priest,
+  Steal him, and hang him.
+
+  _Pa._ Do any thing to remove his mischief, strangle him--
+
+  _Py._ Come prethee love.
+
+  _Pa._ You'll offer me no foul play?
+  The Vault is dark.
+
+  _Py._ 'Twas well remember'd.
+
+  _Pa._ And ye may--
+  But I hold ye honest.
+
+  _Py._ Honest enough I warrant thee.
+
+  _Pa._ I am but a poor weak wench; and what with the place,
+  And your perswasions Sir--but I hope you will not;
+  You know we are often cozen'd.
+
+  _Py._ If thou dost fear me,
+  Why dost thou put me in mind?
+
+  _Pa._ To let you know Sir,
+  Though it be in your power, and things fitting to it,
+  Yet a true Gent--
+
+  _Py._ I know what he'll do:
+  Come and remember me, and I'll answer thee,
+  I'll answer thee to the full; we'll call at th' Castle,
+  And then my good guide, do thy Will; sha't find me
+  A very tractable man!
+
+  _Pa._ I hope I shall Sir.                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Bakam, Syana, _and Soldiers_.
+
+  _Bak._ Let my men guard the Gates.
+
+  _Syan._ And mine the Temple,
+  For fear the honor of our gods should suffer,
+  And on your lives be watchful.
+
+  _Ba._ And be valiant;
+  And let's see, if these _Portugals_ dare enter;
+  What their high hearts dare do: Let's see how readily,
+  The great _Ruy Dias_ will redeem his Countrey-men;
+  He speaks proud words, and threatens.
+
+  _Sy._ He is approv'd, Sir,
+  And will put fair for what he promises;
+  I could wish friendlier terms,
+  Yet for our liberties and for our gods,
+  We are bound in our best service
+  Even in the hazard of our lives.
+
+        _Enter the King above._
+
+  _King._ Come up Princes,
+  And give your counsels, and your helps: the Fort still
+  Plays fearfully upon us, beats our buildings,
+  And turns our people wild with fears.
+
+  _Ba._ Send for the prisoner,
+  And give us leave to argue.              [_Exit_ Ba. _and_ Sy. _then_,
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Emanuel, Christoph. Pedro, _with Sold_.
+
+  _Ru._ Come on nobly,
+  And let the Fort play still, we are
+  Strong enough to look upon 'em,
+  And return at pleasure; it may
+  Be on our view they will return him.
+
+  _Chr._ We will return 'em such thanks else,
+  Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.
+
+  _Em._ How the people stare,
+  And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:
+  But it is the King--
+
+        _Enter_ Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, _with Soldiers above_.
+
+  _Ruy._ I cannot blame their wisdoms.
+  They are all above, _Armusia_ chain'd and bound too?
+  Oh, these are tha[n]kful Squires.
+
+  _Ba._ Hear us _Ruy Di[a]s_,
+  Be wise and hear us, and give speedy answer,
+  Command thy Cannon presently to cease,
+  No more to trouble the afflicted people,
+  Or suddainly _Armusia's_ head goes off;
+  As suddainly as said.
+
+  _Em._ Stay Sir, be moderate.
+
+  _Arm._ Do nothing that's dishonourable _Ruy Dyas_
+  Let not the fear of me, master thy valour;
+  Pursue 'em still, they are base malicious people.
+
+  _King._ Friend, be not desperate.
+
+  _Ar._ I scorn your courtesies;
+  Strike when you dare, a fair arm guide the Gunner
+  And may he let flie still with fortune: friend,
+  Do me the honor of a Soldiers funerals,
+  The last fair _Christian_ right, see me i'th' ground,
+  And let the Palace burn first, then the Temples,
+  And on their scorn'd gods, erect my monument:
+  Touch not the Princess, as you are a Soldier.
+
+  _Quisar._ Which way you goe, Sir,
+  I must follow necessary.
+  One life, and one death.
+
+  _King._ Will you take a truce yet?
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Soza, _and Soldiers_, _with the Governor_.
+
+  _Py._ No, no, go on:
+  Look here, your god, your prophet.
+
+  _King._ How came he taken?
+
+  _Py._ I conjur'd for him, King.
+  I am a sure Curr at an old blind Prophet.
+  I'll haunt ye such a false knave admirably,
+  A terrier I; I eartht him, and then snapt him.
+
+  _Soz._ Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,
+  E'en out of the next chamber to ye.
+
+  _Py._ Come, come, begin King,
+  Begin this bloudy matter when you dare;
+  And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal,
+  I'll tear him thus before ye. Ha?
+  What art thou?                        {_Pulls his Beard and hair off._
+
+  _King._ How's this!
+  Art thou a Prophet?
+
+  _Ru._ Come down Princes.
+
+  _King._ We are abus'd--
+  Oh my most dear _Armusia_--
+  Off with his chains. And now my noble Sister,
+  Rejoyce with me, I know ye are pleas'd as I am.
+
+  _Py._ This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,
+  What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?
+
+  _Ruy._ Why what a wretch
+  Art thou to work this mischief?
+  To assume this holy shape to ruine honor,
+  Honor and chastity?
+
+        _Enter King, and all from above._
+
+  _Gov._ I had paid you all,
+  But fortune plaid the slut. Come,
+  Give me my doom.
+
+  _King._ I cannot speak for wonder.
+
+  _Gov._ Nay, 'tis I Sir,
+  And here I stay your sentence.
+
+  _King._ Take her friend,
+  You have half perswaded me to be a _Christian_,
+  And with her all the joyes, and all the blessings.
+  Why what dream have we dwelt in?
+
+  _Ru._ All peace to ye,
+  And all the happiness of heart dwell with ye,
+  Children as sweet and noble as their Parents.
+
+  _Py._ And Kings at least.
+
+  _Ar._ Good Sir, forget my rashness.
+  And noble Princess[e], for I was once angry,
+  And out of that, might utter some distemper,
+  Think not 'tis my nature.
+
+  _Sya._ Your joy is ours, Sir.
+  And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.
+
+  _King._ To prison with this dog, there let him houl,
+  And if he can repent, sigh out his villanies:
+  His Island we shall seize into our hands,
+  His Father and himself have both usurp'd it,
+  And kept it by oppression; the Town and Castle,
+  In which I lay my self most miserable,
+  Till my most honourable friend redeem'd me,
+  Signior _Pyniero_, I bestow on you,
+  The rest of next command upon these Gentlemen,
+  Upon ye, all my love.
+
+  _Arm._ Oh brave _Ruy Dias_,
+  You have started now beyond me. I must thank ye,
+  And thank ye for my life, my wife and honor.
+
+  _Ruy._ I am glad I had her for you, Sir.
+
+  _King._ Come Princes,
+  Come Friends and Lovers all, come noble Gentlemen,
+  No more Guns now, nor hates, but joyes and triumphs,
+  An universal gladness fly about us:
+  And know however subtle men dare cast,
+  And promise wrack, the gods give peace at last.             [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  NOBLE GENTLEMAN.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Monsieur Marine, _the Noble Gent. but none of the wisest_.
+    Jaques, _an old servant to_ Marine's _family_.
+    Clerimont, _a Gull_, _Cosin to Monsieur_ Marine.
+    A Gentleman, _Servant to_ Marine's _wife_.
+    Lo[n]gueville, } _two Courtiers that plot
+    Beaufort,      }     to abuse_ Marine.
+    Shattillion, _a Lord_, _mad for Love_.
+    Doctor.
+    Page.
+    Gentlemen.
+    Servants.
+    Duke.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Marine's _Wife_, _a witty wanton_.
+    Clerimont's _Wife_, _a simple countrey Gentlewoman_.
+    Shattillion's _Mistriss_, _a virtuous Virgin_.
+    Maria, _Servant to_ Marine's _wife_.
+
+
+  The Scene France.
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Wit is become an Antick, and puts on
+  As many shapes of variation,
+  To court the times applause, as the times dare,
+  Change several fashions, nothing is thought rare
+  Which is not new, and follow'd, yet we know
+  That what was worn some twenty years agoe,
+  Comes into grace again, and we pursue
+  That custom, by presenting to your view
+  A Play in fashion then, not doubting now
+  But 'twill appear the same, if you allow
+  Worth to their noble memory, whose name,
+  Beyond all power of death, live in their fame._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+    _Enter Gentleman a[n]d_ Jaques.
+
+  _Gent._ What happiness waits on the life at Court,
+  What dear content, greatness, delight and ease!
+  What ever-springing hopes, what tides of honor!
+  That raise their fortunes to the height of wishes!
+  What can be more in man, what more in nature,
+  Than to be great and fear'd? A Courtier,
+  A noble Courtier, 'Tis a name that draws
+  Wonder and duty from all eyes and knees.
+
+  _Jaq._ And so your Worships Land within the Walls,
+  Where you shall have it all inclos'd, and sure.
+
+  _Gent._ Peace knave; dull creature, bred of sweat and smoke,
+  These mysteries are far above thy faith:
+  But thou shalt see--
+
+  _Jaq._ And then I shall believe;
+  Your fair revenues, turn'd into fair suits;
+  I shall believe your Tenant's bruis'd and rent
+  Under the weight of Coaches, all your state
+  Drawn through the streets in triumph, suits for places
+  Plied with a Mine of Gold, and being got
+  Fed with a great stream. I shall believe all this.
+
+  _Gent._ You shall believe, and know me glorious.
+  Cosin, good day and health.
+
+        _Enter Cosin._
+
+  _Cosin._ The same to you, Sir,
+  And more, without my wishes, could you know
+  What calm content dwels in a private house:
+  Yet look into your self, retire: this place
+  Of promises, and protestations, fits
+  Minds only bent [t]o ruin, you should know this,
+  You have their language perfect, you have tutors
+  I do not doubt, sufficient: but beware.
+
+  _Gent._ You are merry Cosin:
+
+  _Cosin._ Yet your patience,
+  You shall learn that too, but not like it self,
+  Where it is held a virtue; tell me Sir,
+  Have you cast up your State, rated your Land,
+  And find it able to endure the change
+  Of time and fashion? is it always harvest?
+  Always vintage? have you Ships at Sea,
+  To bring you Gold and Stone from rich _Peru_,
+  Monthly returning Treasure? doth the King
+  Open his large Exchequer to your hands
+  And bid ye be a great man? can your wife
+  Coin off her beauty? or the week allow
+  Suits to each day? and know no ebb in honor?
+  If these be possible, and can hold out,
+  Then be a Courtier still, and still be wasting.
+
+  _Gent._ Cosin, pray give me leave:
+
+  _Cos._ I have done.
+
+  _Gent._ I could requite your gall, and in a strain
+  As bitter, and as full of Rubarb, preach
+  Against your Countrey life, but 'tis below me
+  And only subject to my pitty, know
+  The eminent Court, to them that can be wise,
+  And fasten on her blessings, is a Sun
+  That draws men up from course and earthly Being,
+  I mean these men of merit that have power
+  And reason to make good her benefits,
+  Learns them a manly boldness, gives their tongues
+  Sweetness of Language, makes them apt to please;
+  Files of all rudeness, and uncivil haviour,
+  Shews them as neat in carriage, as in cloaths;
+  Cosin, have you ever seen the Court?
+
+  _Cos._ No Sir,
+  Nor am I yet in travel with that longing.
+
+  _Gent._ Oh the state and greatness of that place
+  Where men are found
+  Only to give the first creation glory!
+  Those are the models of the antient world
+  Left like the _Roman_ Statues to stir up
+  Our following hopes, the place it self puts on
+  The brow of Majesty, and flings her lustre
+  Like the air newly light'ned; Form, and Order,
+  Are only there themselves, unforc'd, and sound,
+  As they were first created to this place.
+
+  _Cos._ You nobly came, but will goe from thence base.
+
+  _Gent._ 'Twas very pretty, and a good conceit;
+  You have a wit good Cosin, I do joy in't,
+  Keep it for Court: but to my self again,
+  When I have view'd these pieces, turn'd these eyes,
+  And with some taste of superstition,
+  Look'd on the wealth of Nature, the fair dames,
+  Beauties, that light the Court, and make it shew
+  Like a fair heaven, in a frosty night:
+  And 'mongst these mine, not poorest, 'tis for tongues
+  Of blessed Poets, such as _Orpheus_ was,
+  To give their worth and praises; Oh dear Cosin:
+  You have a wife, and fair, bring her hither,
+  Let her not live to be the Mistriss of a Farmers heir
+  And be confin'd ever to a searge,
+  Far courser than my horse-cloth.
+  Let her have Velvets, Tiffinies, Jewels, Pearls,
+  A Coach, an Usher, and her two Lacquies,
+  And I will send my wife to give her rules,
+  And read the rudiments of Court to her.
+
+  _Cos._ Sir, I had rather send her to _Virginia_
+  To help to propagate the _English_ Nation.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Gent._ Sirrah, how slept your Mistriss, and what visitants
+  Are to pay service?
+
+  _Serv._ As I came out,
+  Two Counts were newly ent'red.
+
+  _Gent._ This is greatness,
+  But few such servants wait a Countrey beauty.
+
+  _Cos._ They are the more to thank their modesty,
+  God keep my Wife, and all my Issue Female
+  From such uprisings.
+
+        _Enter a Doctor._
+
+  _Gent._ What? my learned Doctor?
+  You will be welcome, give her health and youth
+  And I will give you gold.                              [_Exit Doctor._
+  Cosin, how savors this? is it not sweet
+  And very great, tasts it not of Nobleness?
+
+  _Cos._ Faith Sir, my pallat is too dull and lazie
+  I cannot taste it, 'tis not for my relish,
+  But be so still.
+  Since your own misery must first reclaim ye,
+  To which I leave you, Sir,
+  If you will, yet be happy, leave the humor
+  And base subjection to your Wife, be wise,
+  And let her know with speed, you are her Husband,
+  I shall be glad to hear it.
+  My horse is sent for.                                         [_Exit._
+
+  _Gent._ Even such another countrey thing as this
+  Was I, such a piece of dirt, so heavy,
+  So provident to heap up ignorance,
+  And be an ass: such musty cloaths wore I,
+  So old and thred-bare, I do yet remember
+  Divers young Gallants lighting at my Gate,
+  To see my honoured Wife, have offered pence,
+  And bid me walk their horses, such a slave
+  Was I in shew then: but my eyes are open'd.
+
+        _Enter Gent. Wife._
+
+  Many sweet morrows to my worthy Wife.
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis well, and aptly given, as much for you,
+  But to my present business, which is money--
+
+  _Gent._ Lady, I have none left.
+
+  _Wife._ I hope you dare not say so, nor imagine so base and low,
+  A thought: I have none left?
+  Are these words fitting for a man of worth,
+  And one of your full credit? Do you know
+  The place you live in? me? and what I labour
+  For, you? and your advancement?
+
+  _Gent._ Yes my dearest.
+
+  _Wife._ And do you pop me off with this slight answer,
+  In troth I have none left? in troth you must have;
+  Nay stare not, 'tis most true, send speedily
+  To all that love you, let your people flye
+  Like thunder, through the City,
+  And not return under five thousand Crowns.
+  Try all, take all, let not a [wealthy] Merchant be untempted
+  Or any one that hath the name of Money,
+  Take up at any Use, give Band, or Land,
+  Or mighty Statutes, able by their strength,
+  To tye up _Sampson_, were he now alive,
+  There must be money gotten; for be perswaded,
+  If we fall now, or be but seen to shrink,
+  Under our fair beginnings, 'tis our ruin,
+  And then good night to all, (but our disgrace)
+  Farewel the hope of coming happiness,
+  And all the aims we levied at so long.
+  Are ye not mov'd at this? no sense of want,
+  Towards your self yet breeding? be old,
+  And common; jaded to the eyes
+  Of Grooms, and Pages, Chamber-maids, and Guarders,
+  And when you have done, put your poor house in order
+  And hang your self, for such must be the end
+  Of him that willingly forsakes his hopes
+  And hath a joy to tumble to his ruin.
+  All that I say is certain, if ye fail
+  Do not [impute] me with it, I am clear.
+
+  _Gent._ Now heaven forbid I should do wrong to you
+  My dearest Wife, and Madam; yet give leave
+  To your poor creature to unfold himself.
+  You know my debts are many more than means,
+  My bands not taken in, my friends at home
+  Drawn dry with these expences, my poor Tenants
+  More full of want than we, then what new course
+  Can I beget, to raise those crowns by? speak,
+  And I shall execute.
+
+  _Wife._ Pray tell me true,
+  Have you not Land in the Countrey?
+
+  _Gent._ Pardon me, I had forgot it.
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, you must remember it,
+  There is no remedy, this Land must be,
+  In _Paris_ e'r to morrow night.
+
+  _Gent._ It shall, let me consider, some 300 acres
+  Will serve the turn.
+
+  _Wife._ 'Twill furnish at all points,
+  Now you speak like your self, and know like him,
+  That means to be a man, suspect no less
+  For the return will give ye five for one,
+  You shall be great to morrow, I have said it.
+  Farewel, and see this business be a-foot,
+  With expedition.                                         [_Exit Wife._
+
+  _Gent._ Health, all joy, and honor
+  Wait on my lovely Wife. What? _Jaques_, _Jaques_.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, did you call?
+
+  _Gent._ I did so, hie thee _Jaques_.
+  Down to the Bank, and there to some good Merchant
+  (Conceive me well, good _Jaques_, and be private)
+  Offer 300 acres of my Land:
+  Say it is choice and fertile, ask upon it
+  Five thousand Crowns, this is the business
+  I must employ thee in, be wise and speedy.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, do not do this.
+
+  _Gent._ Knave, I must have money.
+
+  _Jaq._ If you have money thus, your knave must tell ye
+  You will not have a foot of Land left, be more wary,
+  And more friend to your self, this honest Land
+  Your Worship has discarded, has been true,
+  And done you loyal service.
+
+  _Gent._ Gentle _Jaques_,
+  You have a merry wit, employ it well
+  About the business you have now in hand.
+  When ye come back, enquire me in the Presence,
+  If not in the Tennis-Court, or at my house.                   [_Exit._
+
+  _Jaq._ If this vain hold, I know where to enquire ye.
+  Five thousand Crowns! this, with good husbandry,
+  May hold a month out, then 5000 more,
+  And more Land a bleeding for't, as many more,
+  And more Land laid aside. God and _St. Dennis_
+  Keep honest minded young men batchelors.
+  'Tis strange, my Master should be yet so young
+  A puppy, that he cannot see his fall
+  And got so near the Sun. I'll to his Cosin.
+  And once more tell him on't, if he fail,
+  Then to my Mortgage, next unto my sale.                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Longovile, Bewford, _and the Servant_.
+
+  _Serv._ Gentlemen, hold on discourse a while,
+  I shall return with knowledge how and where
+  We shall have best access unto my Mistriss
+  To tender your devotions.                                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Long._ Be it so:
+  Now to our first discourse.
+
+  _Bew._ I prethee peace;
+  Thou canst not be so bad, or make me know
+  Such things are living, do not give thy self
+  So common and so idle, so open vile,
+  So great a wronger of thy worth, so low,
+  I cannot, nor I must not credit thee.
+
+  _Lon._ Now by this light I am a whoremaster,
+  An open, and an excellent whormaster,
+  And take a special glory that I am so:
+  I thank my Stars I am a whoremaster,
+  And such a one as dare be known and seen,
+  And pointed at to be a noble wencher.
+
+  _Bew._ Do not let all ears hear this, hark [y]e Sir,
+  I am my self a whoremaster, I am
+  Believe it Sir (in private be it spoken)
+  I love a whore directly, most men are wenchers,
+  And have profest the Science, few men
+  That look upon ye now, but whoremasters,
+  Or have a full desire to be so.
+
+  _Lon._ This is noble.
+
+  _Bew._ It is without all question, being private,
+  And held as needful as intelligence,
+  But being once discover'd, blown abroad,
+  And known to common senses, 'tis no more
+  Than geometrical rules in Carpenters,
+  That only know some measure of an Art,
+  But are not grounded: be no more deceived,
+  I have a conscience to reclaim you, Sir.
+  Mistake me not: I do not bid you leave your whore
+  Or less to love her; forbid it,
+  I should be such a villain to my friend,
+  Or so unnatural: 'twas never harbor'd here,
+  Learn to be secret first, then strike your Deer.
+
+  _Lon._ Your fair instructions, _Mo[n]sieur_, I shall learn.
+
+  _Bew._ And you shall have them; I desire your care.
+
+  _Lon._ They are your servants.
+
+  _Bew._ You must not love.
+
+  _Lon._ How Sir?
+
+  _Bew._ I mean a Lady, there's danger.
+  She hath an Usher and a Waiting Gentlewoman,
+  A Page, a Coach-man, these are fee'd and fee'd
+  And yet for all that will be prating.
+
+  _Lon._ So.
+
+  _Bew._ You understand me Sir, they will discover't,
+  And there is a loss of credit, Table-talk
+  Will be the end of this, or worse, than that;
+  Will this be worthy of a Gentleman?
+
+  _Long._ Proceed good Sir.
+
+  _Bew._ Next leave your City Dame;
+  The best of that Tribe, are most meerly coy,
+  Or most extreamly foolish, both which vices
+  Are no great stirrers up, unless in Husbands
+  That owe this Cattle, fearing her that's coy
+  To be but seeming, her that's fool too forward.
+
+  _Lon._ This is the rarest fellow, and the soundest,
+  I mean in knowledge, that e'r wore a Codpiece,
+  H'as found out that will pass all _Italy_,
+  All _France_ and _England_; to their shames I speak,
+  And to the griefs of all their Gentlemen,
+  The noble Theory of Luxury.
+
+  _Bew._ Your patience,
+  And I will lay before your eyes a course
+  That I my self found out, 'tis excellent,
+  Easie, and full of freedome.
+
+  _Long._ O good Sir,
+  You rack me till I know it.
+
+  _Bew._ This it is,
+  When your desire is up, your blood well heated
+  And apt for sweet encounter, chuse the night,
+  And with the night your Wench, the streets have store,
+  There seize upon her, get her to your chamber,
+  Give her a cardecew, 'tis royal payment;
+  When ye are dull, dismiss her, no man knows,
+  Nor she her self, who hath encountred her.
+
+  _Lon._ O but their faces.
+
+  _Bew._ Nere talke of faces:
+  The night allows her equal with a Dutchess,
+  Imagination doth all think her fair,
+  And great, clapt in Velvet, she is so,
+  Sir, I have tryed those, and do find it certain
+  It never failes me, 'tis but twelve nights since
+  My last experience.
+
+  _Lon._ O my meiching Varlet, I'll fit ye as I live.
+  'Tis excellent, I'll be your Scholar Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Lady _and_ Servant.
+
+  _Wife._ You are fairly welcome both: troth Gentlemen
+  You have been strangers, I could chide you for't,
+  And taxe ye with unkindness, What's the news?
+  The Town was never empty of some novelty;
+  Servant, What's your intelligence?
+
+  _Ser._ Faith nothing.
+  I have not heard of any worth relating.
+
+  _Bew._ Nor I sweet Lady.
+
+  _Lon._ Then give me attention,
+  _Monsieur Shattillion's_ mad.
+
+  _Wife._ Mad?
+
+  _Lon._ Mad as May-butter,
+  And which is more, mad for a Wench.
+
+  _Lady._ 'Tis strange, and full of pity.
+
+  _Lon._ All that comes near him
+  He thinks are come of purpose to betray him,
+  Being full of strange conceit: the wench he loved
+  Stood very near the Crown.
+
+  _Lady._ Alass good _Monsieur_;
+  A' was a proper man, and fair demean'd,
+  A Person worthy of a better temper.
+
+  _Lon._ He is strong opinion'd that the Wench he lov'd
+  Remains close prisoner by the Kings command:
+  Fearing her title, when the poor grieved Gentlewoman
+  Follows him much lamenting, and much loving
+  In hope to make him well, he knows her not,
+  Nor any else that comes to visit him.
+
+  _Lady._ Let's walk in Gentlemen, and there discourse
+  His further miseries, you shall stay dinner,
+  In truth you must obey.
+
+  _Om._ We are your servants.                                 [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Couzen._
+
+  _Cous._ There's no good to be done, no cure to be wrought
+  Upon my desperate Kinsman: I'll to horse
+  And leave him to the fools whip, misery.
+  I shall recover twenty miles this night,
+  My horse stands ready, I'll away with speed.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ Sir, may I crave your name?
+
+  _Cous._ Yes Sir you may:
+  My name is _Cleremont_.
+
+  _Shat._ 'Tis well, your faction?
+  What party knit you with?
+
+  _Cous._ I know no parties,
+  Nor no Factions, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Then weare this Cross of white:
+  And where you see the like they are my friends,
+  Observe them well, the time is dangerous.
+
+  _Cous._ Sir keep your cross, I'll weare none, sure this fellow
+  Is much beside himself, grown mad.
+
+  _Shat._ A word Sir;
+  You can pick nothing out of this, this cross
+  Is nothing but a cross, a very cross,
+  Plain, without spell, or witchcraft, search it,
+  You may suspect, and well, there's poyson in't,
+  Powder, or wild-fire, but 'tis nothing so.
+
+  _Cous._ I do believe you, Sir, 'tis a plain cross.
+
+  _Shat._ Then do your worst, I care not, tell the King,
+  Let him know all this, as I am sure he shall;
+  When you have spit your venome, then will I
+  Stand up a faithful, and a loyal Subject,
+  And so God save His Grace, this is no Treason.
+
+  _Cous._ He is March mad, farewell _Monsieur_.          [_Exit Couzen._
+
+  _Shat._ Farewel;
+  I shall be here attending, 'tis my life
+  They aime at, there's no way to save it, well
+  Let 'em spread all their nets: they shall not draw me
+  Into any open Treason, I can see,
+  And can beware, I have my wits about me,
+  I thank heaven for't.
+
+        _Enter_ Love.
+
+  _Love._ There he goes,
+  That was the fairest hope the _French_ Court bred,
+  The worthiest and the sweetest temper'd spirit,
+  The truest, and the valiantest, the best of judgment,
+  Till most unhappy I: sever'd those virtues,
+  And turn'd his wit wild with a coy denial,
+  Which heaven forgive me, and be pleas'd, O heaven
+  To give again his senses: that my love
+  May strike off all my follies.
+
+  _Shat._ Lady.
+
+  _Love._ I Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Your will with me sweet Lady.
+
+  _Love._ Sir, I come.
+
+  _Shat._ From the dread sovereign King, I know it Lady,
+  He is a gracious Prince, long may he live,
+  Pertain you to his chamber?
+
+  _Lov._ No indeed Sir,
+  That place is not for women, Do you know me?
+
+  _Shat._ Yes, I do know you.
+
+  _Lov._ What's my name? pray you speak.
+
+  _Shat._ That's all one, I do know you and your business,
+  You are discover'd Lady, I am wary,
+  It stands upon my life; pray excuse me,
+  The best man of this Kingdom sent you hither,
+  To dive into me, have I toucht you? ha?
+
+  _Lov._ You are deceiv'd Sir, I come from your love,
+  That sends you fair commends, and many kisses.
+
+  _Shat._ Alass, poor soul, How does she? Is she living?
+  Keeps she her bed still?
+
+  _Lov._ Still Sir, She is living,
+  And well, and shall do so.
+
+  _Shat._ Are ye in counsel?
+
+  _Lov._ No Sir, nor any of my sex.
+
+  _Shat._ Why so,
+  If you had been in counsel, you would know,
+  Her time to be but slender; she must die.
+
+  _Lov._ I do believe it, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ And suddenly,
+  She stands too near a fortune.
+
+  _Lov._ Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ 'Tis so,
+  There is no jesting with a Princes Title,
+  Would we had both been born of common parents,
+  And liv'd a private and retir'd life,
+  In homely cottage, we had then enjoyed,
+  Our loves, and our embraces, these are things,
+  That cannot tend to Treason--
+
+  _Lov._ I am wretched.
+
+  _Shat._ O I pray as often for the King as any,
+  And with as true a heart, for's continuance,
+  And do moreover pray his heirs may live;
+  And their fair issues, then as I am bound
+  For all the states and commons: if these prayers
+  Be any wayes ambitious, I submit,
+  And lay my head down, let 'em take it off;
+  You may informe against me, but withall
+  Remember my obedience to the Crown,
+  And service to the State.
+
+  _Lov._ Good Sir, I love ye.
+
+  _Shat._ Then love the gracious King, and say with me.
+
+  _Lov._ Heaven save his Grace.
+
+  _Shat._ This is strange--
+  A woman should be sent to undermine me,
+  And buz love into me to try my spirit;
+  Offer me kisses, and enticing follies,
+  To make me open, and betray my self;
+  It was a subtile and a dangerous plot,
+  And very soundly followed, farewel Lady,
+  Let me have equal hearing, and relate
+  I am an honest Man. Heaven save the King.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Love._ I'll never leave him, till, by art or prayer,
+  I have restor'd his senses, If I make
+  Him perfect Man again, he's mine, till when,
+  I here abjure all loves of other men.                         [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Cozen, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaques._ Nay, good Sir be perswaded, go but back,
+  And tell him hee's undone, say nothing else;
+  And you shall see how things will work upon't.
+
+  _Cozen._ Not so good _Jaques_, I am held an asse,
+  A Countrey Fool, good to converse with dirt,
+  And eate course bread, weare the worst Wooll,
+  Know nothing but the high-way to _Paris_,
+  And wouldst thou have me bring these stains,
+  And imperfections to the rising view
+  Of the right worshipful thy worthy Master?
+  They must be bright, and shine, their cloaths
+  Soft Velvet, and the _Tyrian_ Purple
+  Like the _Arabian_ gums, hung like the Sun,
+  Their golden beames on all sides;
+  Such as these may come and know
+  Thy Master, I am base, and dare not speak unto him,
+  Hee's above me.
+
+  _Ja._ If ever you did love him, or his state,
+  His name, his issue, or your self, go back:
+  'Twill be an honest and a noble part
+  Worthy a Kinsman; save 300 Acres
+  From present execution; they have had sentence,
+  And cannot be repriev'd, be merciful.
+
+  _Co._ Have I not urg'd already all the reasons,
+  I had to draw him from his will? his ruin?
+  But all in vain, no counsel will prevail;
+  H'as fixt himself, there's no removing, _Jaques_,
+  'Twill prove but breath and labor spent in vain,
+  I'll to my horse, farewell.
+
+  _Ja._ For Gods sake, Sir,
+  As ever you have hope of joy, turn back;
+  I'll be your slave for ever, do but go,
+  And I will lay such fair directions to you
+  That if he be not doting on his fall,
+  He shall recover sight, and see his danger,
+  And ye shall tell him of his Wives abuses,
+  I fear, too foul against him; how she plots,
+  With our young Mounsiers, to milk-dry her husband,
+  And lay it on their backs; the next her pride;
+  Then what his debts are, and how infinite
+  The curses of his Tenants, this will work
+  I'll pawn my life and head, he cries away,
+  I'll to my house in the Countrey.
+
+  _Co._ Come, I'll go, and once more try him,
+  If he yield not, so,
+  The next that tryes him shall be want and woe.              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Gentleman, Solus._
+
+  _Gent._ _Jaques._
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir.                                                 [_Within._
+
+  _Gent._ Rise _Jaques_ 'tis grown day,
+  The Country life is best, where quietly,
+  Free from the clamor of the troubled Court,
+  We may enjoy our own green shadowed walks,
+  And keep a moderate diet without art.
+  Why did I leave my house, and bring my Wife,
+  To know the manner of this subtile place?
+  I would, when first the lust to fame and honor,
+  Possest me, I had met with any evil,
+  But that; had I been tied to stay at home,
+  And earn the bread for the whole family,
+  With my own hand, happy had I been.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, this is from your wonted course at home,
+  When did ye there keep such inordinate hours?
+  Goe to bed late? start thrice? and call on me?
+  Would you were from this place; our Countrey sleeps,
+  Although they were but of that moderate length
+  That might maintain us in our daily work,
+  Yet were they sound and sweet.
+
+  _Gent._ I _Jaques_, there we dreamt not of our Wives, we lay together;
+  And needed not; now at length my Cozens words,
+  So truly meant, mixt with thy timely prayers
+  So often urged, to keep me at my home,
+  Condemn me quite.
+
+  _Ja._ 'Twas not your fathers course:
+  He liv'd and dy'd in _Orleance_, where he had
+  His Vines as fruitful as experience
+  (Which is the art of Husbandry) could make;
+  He had his presses for 'em, and his wines
+  Were held the best, and out-sold other Mens,
+  His corn and cattel serv'd the neighbor Towns
+  With plentiful provision, yet his thrift
+  Could miss one Beast amongst the heard;
+  He rul'd more where he liv'd, than ever you will here.
+
+  _Gent._ 'Tis true, why should my Wife then, 'gainst my good,
+  Perswade me to continue in this course?
+
+  _Ja._ Why did you bring her hither at the first,
+  Before you warm'd her blood with new delights?
+  Our Countrey sports could have contented her;
+  When you first married her a puppet-play
+  Pleas'd her as well as now the tilting doth.
+  She thought her self brave in a bugle chain,
+  Where Orient pearl will scarce content her now.
+
+  _Gent._ Sure _Jaques_, she sees something for my good
+  More than I do; she oft will talk to me
+  Of Offices, and that she shortly hopes,
+  By her acquaintance with the friends she hath,
+  To get a place shall many times outweigh
+  Our great expences, and if this be so--
+
+  _Ja._ Think better of her words, she doth deceive you,
+  And only for her vain and sensual ends
+  Perswade ye thus. Let me be set to dwell
+  For ever naked in the barest soil,
+  So you will dwell from hence.
+
+  _Gent._ I see my folly,
+  Pack up my stuffe, I will away this morne.
+  Haste--haste.
+
+  _Ja._ I, now I see your Father's honors
+  Trebling upon you, and the many prayers
+  The Countrey spent for him, which almost now
+  Begun to turn to curses, turning back,
+  And falling like a [timely] shower
+  Upon ye.
+
+  _Gent._ Goe, call [up] my Wife.
+
+  _Ja._ But shall she not prevail,
+  And sway you, as she oft hath done before?
+
+  _Gent._ I will not hear her, but raile on her,
+  Till I be ten miles off.
+
+  _Ja._ If you be forty,
+  'Twill not be worse Sir:
+
+  _Gent._ Call her up.
+
+  _Ja._ I will Sir.                                             [_Exit._
+
+  _Gent._ Why what an Ass was I that such a thing
+  As a Wife is could rule me!
+  Know not I that woman was created for the man,
+  That her desires, nay all her thoughts should be
+  As his are? is my sense restor'd at length?
+  Now she shall know, that which she should desire,
+  She hath a husband that can govern her,
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  If her desires leads me against my will;
+  Are you come?
+
+  _Wife._ What sad unwonted course
+  Makes you raise me so soon, that went to bed
+  So late last-night.
+
+  _Gent._ O you shall goe to bed sooner hereafter,
+  And be rais'd again at thrifty hours:
+  In Summer time wee'l walk
+  An hour after our Supper, and to bed,
+  In Winter you shall have a set at Cards,
+  And set your Maids to work.
+
+  _Wife._ What do you mean?
+
+  _Gent._ I will no more of your new tricks, your honors,
+  Your Offices, and all your large preferments,
+  Which still you beat into my ears, hang o'er me,
+  I'll leave behind for others, the great sway
+  Which I shall bear at Court: my living here
+  With countenance of your honoured friends,
+  I'll be content to lose: for you speak this
+  Only that you may still continue here
+  In wanton ease: and draw me to consume,
+  In cloaths and other things idle for shew,
+  That which my Father got with honest thrift.
+
+  _Wife._ Why, who hath been with you Sir,
+  That you talk thus out of Frame.
+
+  _Gent._ You make a fool of me:
+  You provide one to bid me forth to supper,
+  And make me promise; then must some one or other
+  Invite you forth, if you have born your self
+  Loosely to any Gentleman in my sight
+  At home, you ask me how I like the carriage,
+  Whether it were not rarely for my good,
+  And open'd not a way to my preferment?
+  Come, I perceive all: talk not, we'll away.
+
+  _Wife._ Why Sir, you'll stay till the next triumph
+  Day be past?
+
+  _Gent._ I, you have kept me here triumphing
+  This seven years, and I have ridden through the streets,
+  And bought embroyder'd hose and foot-cloths too,
+  To shew a subjects zeal, I rode before
+  In this most gorgeous habit, and saluted
+  All the acquaintance I could espie
+  From any window, these are wayes ye told me
+  To raise me; I see all: make you ready straight,
+  And in that Gown which you came first to Town in,
+  Your safe-guard, cloak, and your hood sutable:
+  Thus on a double gelding shall you amble,
+  And my man _Jaques_ shall be set before you.
+
+  _Wife._ But will you goe?
+
+  _Gent._ I will.
+
+  _Wife._ And shall I too?
+
+  _Gent._ And you shall too.
+
+  _Wife._ But shall I by this light?
+
+  _Gent._ Why by this light you shall.
+
+  _Wife._ Then by this light
+  You have no care of your Estate, and mine.
+  Have we been seven years venturing in a Ship,
+  And now upon return, with a fair wind,
+  And a calm Sea, full fraught with our own wishes,
+  Laden with wealth and honor to the brim,
+  And shall we flye away and not receive it?
+  Have we been tilling, sowing, labouring,
+  With pain and charge a long and tedious winter,
+  And when we see the corn above the ground,
+  Youthful as is the Morn and the full eare,
+  That promises to stuffe our spacious garners,
+  Shall we then let it rot, and never reap it?
+
+  _Gent._ Wife talke no more, your Rhetorick comes too late,
+  I am inflixible; and how dare you
+  Adventure to direct my course of life?
+  Was not the husband made to rule the Wife?
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis true: but where the man doth miss his way,
+  It is the Womans part to set him right;
+  So Fathers have a power to guide their Sons
+  In all their courses, yet you oft have seen
+  Poor little children, that have both their eyes,
+  Lead their blind Fathers.
+
+  _Gen._ She has a plaguy wit,
+  I say you'r but a little piece of man.
+
+  _Wife._ But such a piece, as being tane away,
+  Man cannot last: the fairest and tallest ship,
+  That ever sail'd, is by a little piece of the same
+  Wood, steer'd right, and turn'd about.
+
+  _Gen._ 'Tis true she sayes, her answers stand with reason.
+
+  _Wife._ But Sir, your Cozin put this in your head,
+  Who is an enemy to your preferment,
+  Because I should not take place of his wife;
+  Come, by this kiss, thou shalt not go sweet heart.
+
+  _Gen._ Come, by this kiss I will go Sweet-heart,
+  On with your riding stuffe: I know your tricks,
+  And if preferment fall ere you be ready,
+  'Tis welcome, else adieu the City life.
+
+  _Wife._ Well, Sir, I will obey.
+
+  _Gent._ About it then.
+
+  _Wife._ To please your humor I would dress my self,
+  In the most loathsome habit you could name,
+  Or travel any whether o're the World,
+  If you command me, it shall ne'r be said,
+  The frailty of a woman, whose weak mind,
+  Is often set on loose delights, and shews,
+  Hath drawn her husband to consume his state,
+  In the vain hope of that which never fell.
+
+  _Gen._ About it then, women are pleasant creatures,
+  When once a man begins to know himself.
+
+  _Wife._ But hark you Sir, because I will be sure,
+  You shall have no excuse, no word to say
+  In your defence hereafter; when you see
+  What honors were prepar'd for you and me,
+  Which you thus willingly have thrown away,
+  I tell you I did look for present honor,
+  This morning for you, which I know had come:
+  But if they do not come ere I am ready
+  (Which I will be the sooner least they should)
+  When I am once set in a countrey life,
+  Not all the power of earth shall alter me,
+  Not all your prayers or threats shall make me speak
+  The least words to my honorable friends,
+  To do you any grace.
+
+  _Gent._ I will not wish it.
+
+  _Wife._ And never more hope to be honorable.
+
+  _Gent._ My hopes are lower.
+
+  _Wife._ As I live you shall not,
+  You shall be so far from the name of noble
+  That you shall never see a Lord again;
+  You shall not see a Maske, or Barriers,
+  Or Tilting, or a solemn Christning,
+  Or a great Marriage, or new Fire-works,
+  Or any bravery; but you shall live
+  At home, bespotted with your own lov'd durt,
+  In scurvy cloaths, as you were wont to doe,
+  And to content you, I will live so too.
+
+  _Gen._ Tis all I wish, make haste, the day draws on,
+  It shall be my care to see your Stuffe packt up.
+
+  _Wife._ It shall be my care to gull you: you shall stay.   [_Ex. Gen._
+  And more than so, intreat me humbly too,
+  You shall have honors presently; _Maria_.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Mar._ Madam.
+
+  _Wife._ Bring hither, pen, ink, and paper.
+
+  _Ma._ 'Tis here.
+
+  _Wife._ Your Master will not stay,
+  Unless preferment come within an hour.
+
+  _Mar._ Let him command one of the City gates,
+  In time of mutiny, or you may provide him,
+  To be one of the counsel for invading,
+  Some savage Countrey to plant Christian faith.
+
+  _Wife._ No, no, I have it for him, call my page;
+  Now, my dear husband, there it is will fit you.          [_Ex._ Maria.
+  And when the world shall see what I have done,
+  Let it not move the spleen of any Wife,
+  To make an Ass of her beloved husband,
+  Without good ground, but if they will be drawn
+  To any reason by you, do not gull them;
+  But if they grow conceited of themselves,
+  And be fine Gentlemen, have no mercy,
+  Publish them to the World, 'twill do them good
+  When they shall see their follies understood,
+  Go bear these Letters to my servant,
+  And bid him make haste, I will dress my self,
+  In all the Journey-Cloaths I us'd before,
+  Not to ride, but to make the Laughter more.                   [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Gentleman, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Gent._ Is all packt up?
+
+  _Ja._ All, all Sir, there is no tumbler
+  Runs through his hoop with more dexterity,
+  Then I about this business: 'Tis a day,
+  That I have long long'd to see.
+
+  _Gent._ Come, Where's my Spurs?
+
+  _Ja._ Here, Sir, and now 'tis come.
+
+  _Gent._ I, _Jaques_, now,
+  I thank my fates, I can command my Wife.
+
+  _Ja._ I am glad to see it, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ I do not love alwayes,
+  To be made a puppie, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Ja._ But, yet me thinks your Worship does not look,
+  Right like a Countrey Gentleman.
+
+  _Gent._ I will, give me my t'other hat.
+
+  _Ja._ Here.
+
+  _Gent._ So, my Jerkin.
+
+  _Ja._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ On with it _Jaques_, thou and I
+  Will live so finely in the Countrey, _Jaques_,
+  And have such pleasant walks into the Woods
+  A mornings, and then bring home riding-rods,
+  And walking staves--
+
+  _Ja._ And I will bear them, Sir,
+  And Skurdge-sticks for the children.
+
+  _Gent._ So thou shalt,
+  And thou shalt do all, over-see my Work-folkes,
+  And at the weeks end pay them all their wages.
+
+  _Ja._ I will, Sir, so your Worship give me Money.
+
+  _Gent._ Thou shalt receive all too: give me my Drawers.
+
+  _Ja._ They are ready, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ And I will make thy Mistriss,
+  My wife, look to her landrie, and her dairy,
+  That we may have our linnen clean on Sundayes.
+
+  _Ja._ And Holy-dayes.
+
+  _Gent._ I, and ere we walk about the Grounds
+  Provide our break-fast,
+  Or she shall smoke, I'll have her a good huswife;
+  She shall not make a voyage to her Sisters,
+  But she shall live at home,
+  And feed her pullen fat, and see her Maides
+  In bed before her, and lock all the doors.
+
+  _Ja._ Why that will be a life for Kings and Queens.
+
+  _Gen._ Give me my Scarfe with the great Button quickly.
+
+  _Ja._ 'Tis done, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ Now my Mittens.
+
+  _Ja._ Here they are, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ 'Tis well: now my great dagger.
+
+  _Ja._ There.
+
+  _Gen._ Why so; thus it should be, now my riding rod.
+
+  _Ja._ There's nothing wanting, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ Another, man, to stick under my girdle.
+
+  _Ja._ There it is.
+
+  _Gent._ All is well.
+
+  _Ja._ Why now methinks your Worship looks
+  Like to your self, a Man of means and credit,
+  So did your grave and famous Ancestors,
+  Ride up and down to Fairs, and cheapen cattel.
+
+  _Gent._ Goe, hasten your Mistriss, Sirra.
+
+  _Ja._ It shall be done.                                 [_Ex._ Jaques.
+
+        _Enter_ Servant _and_ Page.
+
+  _Ser._ Who's that? who's that Boy?
+
+  _Page._ I think it be my Master.
+
+  _Ser._ Who, he that walkes in gray, whisking his riding rod?
+
+  _Pag._ Yes, Sir, 'tis he.
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis he indeed; he is prepar'd
+  For his new journey; when I wink upon you,
+  Run out and tell the Gentleman 'tis time--
+  _Monsieur_ good day.
+
+  _Gen._ _Monsieur_, your Mistriss is within, but yet not ready.
+
+  _Ser._ My business is with you, Sir; 'tis reported,
+  I know not whether by some enemy
+  Maliciously, that envies your great hopes,
+  And would be ready to sow discontents
+  Betwixt his Majesty, and you, or truely,
+  Which on my faith I would be sorry for,
+  That you intend to leave the Court in haste.
+
+  _Gen._ Faith, Sir, within this half hour. _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaques within:_ Sir?
+
+  _Gent._ Is my Wife ready?
+
+  _Ja._ Presently.
+
+  _Ser._ But Sir,
+  I needs must tell you, as I am your friend,
+  You should have ta'en your journey privater,
+  For 'tis already blaz'd about the Court.
+
+  _Gen._ Why Sir, I hope it is no Treason, is it?
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis true, Sir, but 'tis grown the common talk,
+  There's no discovery else held, and in the presence
+  All the Nobility and Gentry,
+  Have nothing in their mouths but only this,
+  _Monsieur Marine_, that noble Gentleman,
+  Is now departing hence: every Mans face
+  Looks ghastly on his fellows; such a sadness
+  (Before this day) I ne'er beheld in Court,
+  Mens hearts begin to fail them when they hear it,
+  In expectation of the great event
+  That needs must follow it, pray Heaven it be good!
+
+  _Gen._ Why, I had rather all their hearts should fail,
+  Than I stay here until my purse fail me.
+
+  _Ser._ But yet you are a Subject, and beware,
+  I charge you by the love I bear to you,
+  How you do venture rashly on a course,
+  To make your Sovereign jealous of your deeds,
+  For Princes jealousies, where they love most,
+  Are easily found, but they be hardly lost.
+
+  _Gen._ Come, these are tricks, I smell 'em, I will goe.
+
+  _Ser._ Have I not still profest my self your friend?
+
+  _Gen._ Yes, but you never shewd it to me yet.
+
+  _Ser._ But now I will, because I see you wise,
+  And give ye thus much light into a business,
+  That came to me but now, be resolute,
+  Stand stifly to it that you will depart,
+  And presently.
+
+  _Gen._ Why so I mean to doe.
+
+  _Ser._ And by this light you may be what you will;
+  Will you be secret, Sir?
+
+  _Gen._ Why? What's the matter?
+
+  _Ser._ The King does fear you.
+
+  _Gent._ How?
+
+  _Ser._ And is now in Counsel;
+
+  _Gent._ About me?
+
+  _Ser._ About you, and you be wise,
+  You'll find he's in Counsel about you:
+  His Counsellors have told him all the truth.
+
+  _Gent._ What truth?
+
+  _Ser._ Why, that which now he knows too well.
+
+  _Gent._ What is't?
+
+  _Ser._ That you have followed him seven years,
+  With a great train: and though he have not grac't you,
+  Yet you have div'd into the hearts of thousands,
+  With liberality and noble carriage;
+  And if you should depart home unprefer'd,
+  All discontented, and seditious spirits
+  Would flock to you, and thrust you into action:
+  With whose help, and your Tenants, who doth not know
+  (If you were so dispos'd:)
+  How great a part of this yet fertile peaceful Realm of _France_
+  You might make desolate? but when the King
+  Heard this--
+
+  _Gent._ What said he?
+
+  _Ser._ Nothing, but shook,
+  As never Christian Prince did shake before.
+  And to be short, you may be what you will
+  But be not ambitious Sir, sit down
+  With moderate honors, least you make your self
+  More fear'd.
+
+  _Gent._ I know, Sir, what I have to doe
+  In mine own business.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ Where's _Monsieur Mount Marine_?
+
+  _Ser._ Why there he stands, will you ought with him?
+
+  _Long._ Yes: Good day _Monsieur Marine_.
+
+  _Gent._ Good day to you.
+
+  _Long._ His Majesty doth commend himself,
+  Most kindly to you Sir, and hath, by me,
+  Sent you this favor: kneel down, rise a Knight.
+
+  _Gent._ I thank his Majesty.
+
+  _Long._ And he doth further request you,
+  Not to leave the Court so soon,
+  For though your former merits have been slighted,
+  After this time there shall no Office fall;
+  Worthy your spirit, as he doth confess
+  There's none so great, but you shall surely have it.
+
+  _Ser._ Do you hear? if you yield yet you are an ass.
+
+  _Gent._ I'll shew my service to his Majesty
+  In greater things than these, but for this small one
+  I must intreat his Highness to excuse me.
+
+  _Long._ I'll bear your Knightly words unto the King,
+  And bring his Princely answer back again.                [_Exit_ Long.
+
+  _Ser._ Well said, be resolute a while, I know
+  There is a tide of honors coming on.
+  I warrant you.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Where is this new made Knight?
+
+  _Gent._ Here, Sir.
+
+  _Bew._ Let me enfold you in my arms,
+  Then call you Lord, the King will have it so,
+  Who doth entreat your Lordship to remember
+  His Message sent to you by _Longavile_.
+
+  _Ser._ If ye be durty, and dare not mount aloft;
+  You may yield now, I know what I would do.
+
+  _Gent._ Peace, I will fit him; tell his Majesty
+  I am a Subject, and I do confess
+  I serve a gracious Prince, that thus hath heapt
+  Honors on me without desert, but yet
+  As for the Message, business urgeth me,
+  I must be gone, and he must pardon me,
+  Were he ten thousand Kings and Emperors.
+
+  _Bew._ I'll tell him so.
+
+  _Ser._ Why, this was like your self.
+
+  _Bew._ As he hath wrought him, 'tis the finest fellow
+  That e're was Christmas Lord, he carries it
+  So truely to the life, as though he were
+  One of the plot to gull himself.                         [_Exit_ Bewf.
+
+  _Ser._ Why so, you sent the wisest and the shrewdest answer
+  Unto the King, I swear, my honored friend,
+  That ever any Subject sent his Liege.
+
+  _Gent._ Nay now I know I have him on the hip,
+  I'll follow it.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ My honorable Lord,
+  Give me your noble hand right courteous Peer,
+  And from henceforth be a courtly Earl;
+  The King so wills, and Subjects must obey:
+  Only he doth desire you to consider
+  Of his request.
+
+  _Ser._ Why faith you'r well my Lord, yield to him.
+
+  _Gent._ Yield? why 'twas my plot.
+
+  _Ser._ Nay, 'twas your Wives plot.
+
+  _Gent._ To get preferment by it,
+  And thinks he now to pop me i'th' mouth
+  But with an Earldome? I'll be one step higher.
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis the finest Lord, I am afraid anon
+  He will stand upon't to share the Kingdom with him.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Where's this Courtly Earl?
+  His Majesty commends his love unto you;
+  And will you but now grant to his request,
+  He bids you be a Duke, and chuse of whence.
+
+  _Ser._ Why if you yield not now, you are undone,
+  What can you wish to have more, but the Kingdom?
+
+  _Gent._ So please his Majesty, I would be D. of _Burgundy_,
+  Because I like the place.
+
+  _Bew._ I know the King is pleas'd.
+
+  _Gent._ Then will I stay and kiss his Highness hand.
+
+  _Bew._ His Majesty will be a glad man when he hears it.
+
+  _Lon._ But how shall we keep this from the world's ear,
+  That some one tell him not, he is no Duke?
+
+  _Ser._ Wee'l think of that anon.
+  Why Gentlemen, Is this a gracious habit for a Duke?
+  Each gentle body set a finger to
+  To pluck the clouds of this his riding weeds
+  From off the orient Sun of his best cloaths;
+  I'll pluck one Boot and spur off.
+
+  _Long._ I another.
+
+  _Bew._ I'll pluck his Jerkin off.
+
+  _Ser._ Sit down my Lord;
+  Both his spurs off at once good _Longavile_,
+  And _Bewford_, take that Scarfe off, and that Hat,
+  Doth not become his largely sprouting fore-head.
+  Now set your gracious foot to this of mine,
+  One pluck will do it, so, off with the other.
+
+  _Lon._ Loe, thus your servant _Longavile_ doth pluck
+  The trophy of your former gentry off.
+  Off with his Jerkin _Bewford._
+
+  _Ser._ Didst thou never see
+  A nimble footed Taylor stand so in his stockings,
+  Whilst some friend help'd to pluck his Jerkin off,
+  To dance a Jigg?
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Lon._ Here's his man _Jaques_ come,
+  Booted and ready still.
+
+  _Jaq._ My Mistriss stayes;
+  Why how now Sir? What do's your Worship mean,
+  To pluck your grave and thrifty habit off.
+
+  _Gent._ My slippers, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Lon._ O thou mighty Duke,
+  Pardon this Man,
+  That thus hath trespassed in ignorance.
+
+  _Gent._ I pardon him.
+
+  _Lon._ His Graces slippers, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Ja._ Why what's the matter?
+
+  _Lon._ Foot-man, he's a Duke:
+  The King hath rais'd him above all his Land.
+
+  _Ja._ I'll to his Cozen presently, and tell him so;
+  O what a dung-hill Countrey rogue was I.               [_Exit_ Jaques.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife.
+
+  _Ser._ See, see, my Mistriss.
+
+  _Lon._ Let's observe their greeting.
+
+  _Wife._ Unto your will, as every good Wife ought,
+  I have turn'd all my thoughts, and now am ready.
+
+  _Gent._ O Wife, I am not worthy to kiss the least
+  Of all thy toes, much less thy Thumb,
+  Which yet I would be bold with; all thy counsel
+  Hath been to me Angelical, but mine to thee
+  Hath been most dirty, like my mind:
+  Dear Duchess I must stay.
+
+  _Wife._ What are you mad, to make me
+  Dress, and undress, turn and wind me,
+  Because you find me plyant? said I not
+  The whole world should not alter me, if once
+  I were resolv'd? and now you call me Duchess:
+  Why what's the matter?
+
+  _Gent._ Loe a Knight doth kneel.
+
+  _Wife._ A Knight?
+
+  _Gent._ A Lord.
+
+  _Wife._ A Fool.
+
+  _Gent._ I say doth kneel an Earl, a Duke.
+
+  _Long._ In Drawers.
+
+  _Bew._ Without shoes.
+
+  _Wife._ Sure you [are] lunatick.
+
+  _Ser._ No, honoured Duchess,
+  If you dare but believe your servants truth,
+  I know he is a Duke.
+
+  _Long._ God save his Grace.
+
+  _Wife._ I ask your Graces pardon.
+
+  _Gent._ Then I rise,
+  And here, in token that all strife shall end,
+  'Twixt thee and me, I let my drawers fall,
+  And to thy hands I do deliver them:
+  Which signifies, that in all acts and speeches,
+  From this time forth, my Wife shall wear the breeches.
+
+  _Ser._ An honorable composition.                      [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Cozen, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Coz._ Shall I believe thee, _Jaques_?
+
+  _Ja._ Sir you may.
+
+  _Coz._ Didst thou not dreame?
+
+  _Ja._ I did not.
+
+  _Coz._ Nor imagine?
+
+  _Ja._ Neither of both: I saw him great and mighty,
+  I saw the _Monsieurs_ bow, and heard them cry,
+  Good health and fortune to my Lord the Duke.
+
+  _Coz._ A Duke art sure? a Duke?
+
+  _Ja._ I am sure a Duke,
+  And so sure, as I know my self for _Jaques_.
+
+  _Coz._ Yet the Sun may dazel; _Jaques_, Was it not
+  Some leane Commander of an angry Block-house
+  To keep the Fleemish Eele-boats from invasion,
+  Or some bold Baron able to dispend
+  His fifty pounds a year, and meet the foe
+  Upon the Kings command, in gilded canvas,
+  And do his deeds of worth? or was it not
+  Some place of gain, as Clerk to the great Band
+  Of maribones, that people call the _Switzers_?
+  Men made of Beufe, and Sarcenet?
+
+  _Ja._ Is a Duke his chamber hung with Nobles like a presence?
+
+  _Coz._ I am something wavering in my faith;
+  Would you would settle me, and swear 'tis so,
+  Is he a Duke indeed?
+
+  _Ja._ I swear he is.
+
+  _Coz._ I am satisfied, he is my Kinsman. _Jaques_,
+  And I his poor unworthy Cozen.
+
+  _Ja._ True, Sir.
+
+  _Coz._ I might have been a Duke too, I had means,
+  A wife as fair as his, and as wise as his;
+  And could have brookt the Court as well as his,
+  And laid about her for her husbands honor:
+  O _Jaques_, had I ever dreamt of this,
+  I had prevented him.
+
+  _Ja._ Faith Sir it came
+  Above our expectation, we were wise
+  Only in seeking to undoe this honor,
+  Which shewed our dung-hill breeding and our durt.
+
+  _Coz._ But tell me _Jaques_,
+  Why could we not perceive? what dull Divel
+  Wrought us to cross this noble course, perswading
+  'Twould be his overthrow? 'fore me a Courtier
+  Is he that knows all, _Jaques_, and does all,
+  'Tis as his noble Grace hath often said,
+  And very wisely, _Jaques_, we are fools,
+  And understand just nothing.
+
+  _Ja._ I, as we were, I confess it.
+  But rising with our great Master,
+  We shall be call'd to knowledge with our places,
+  'Tis nothing to be wise, not thus much there,
+  There's not the least of the billet dealers,
+  Nor any of the Pastry, or the Kitchin,
+  But have it in measure delicate.
+
+  _Coz._ Methinks this greatness of the Dukes my Cozens,
+  (I ask you mercy, _Jaques_, that near name
+  Is too familiar for me) should give promise
+  Of some great benefits to his attendants.
+
+  _Ja._ I have a suit my self, and it is sure,
+  Or I mistake my ends much.
+
+  _Coz._ What is't _Jaques_,
+  May I not crave the place?
+
+  _Ja._ Yes, Sir, you shall,
+  'Tis to be but his Graces Secretary,
+  Which is my little all, and my ambition,
+  Till my known worth shall take me by the hand,
+  And set me higher; how the fates may do
+  In this poor thread of life, is yet uncertain;
+  I was not born I take it for a Trencher,
+  Nor to espouse my Mistriss Dairy-maid.
+
+  _Couz._ I am resolv'd my Wife shall up to Court;
+  I'll furnish her, that is a speeding course,
+  And cannot chuse but breed a mighty fortune;
+  What a fine youth was I, to let him start,
+  And get the rise before me! I'll dispatch,
+  And put my self in Moneys.
+
+  _Ja._ Mass 'tis true,
+  And now you talke of Money; Sir, my business
+  For taking those Crowns must be dispatcht:
+  This little plot in the Countrey lies most fit
+  To do his Grace such serviceable uses,
+  I must about it.
+
+  _Couz._ Yet, before you goe,
+  Give me your hand, and bear my humble service
+  To the great Duke your Master, and his Duchess,
+  And live your self in favor: say my Wife
+  Shall there attend them shortly, so farewell.
+
+  _Ja._ I'll see you mounted, Sir.
+
+  _Couz._ It may not be,
+  Your place is far above it, spare your self,
+  And know I am your servant, fare ye well.              [_Exit Couzen._
+
+  _Ja._ Sir I shall rest to be commanded by you,
+  This place of Secretary will not content me,
+  I must be more and greater: let me see;
+  To be a Baron is no such great matter
+  As people take it: for say I were a Count,
+  I am still an under-person to this Duke,
+  Which methinks sounds but harshly: but a Duke?
+  O I am strangely taken, 'tis a Duke
+  Or nothing, I'll advise upon't, and see
+  What may be done by wit and industry.                         [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Wife, Longoveil, Bewford, Servants.
+
+  _Wife._ It must be carried closely with a care
+  That no man speak unto him, or come near him,
+  Without our private knowledge, or be made
+  Afore-hand to our practice:
+  My good husband,
+  I shall entreat you now to stay a while,
+  And prove a noble coxcomb.
+  Gentlemen,
+  Your counsel and advice about this carriage.
+
+  _Ser._ Alas good man, I do begin to mourn
+  His dire Massacre: what a persecution
+  Is pouring down upon him! sure he is sinful.
+
+  _Long._ Let him be kept in's chamber under shew
+  Of state and dignity, and no man suffer'd
+  To see his noble face, or have access,
+  But we that are Conspirators.
+
+  _Bew._ Or else down with him into the Countrey amongst his Tenants,
+  There he may live far longer in his greatness,
+  And play the fool in pomp amongst his fellows.
+
+  _Wife._ No, he shall play the fool in the City, and stay,
+  I will not lose the greatness of this jest,
+  That shall be given to my wit, for the whole Revenues.
+
+  _Ser._ Then thus wee'll have a guard about his person,
+  That no man come too near him, and our selves
+  Alwayes in company; have him into the City
+  To see his face swell; whilst, in divers corners,
+  Some of our own appointing shall be ready
+  To cry heaven bless your Grace, long live your Grace.
+
+  _Wife._ Servant, your counsel's excellent good,
+  And shall be follow'd, 'twill be rarely strange
+  To see him stated thus, as though he went
+  A shroving through the City, or intended
+  To set up some new [stake]:
+  I shall not hold
+  From open laughter, when I hear him cry,
+  Come hither my sweet Duchess: let me kiss
+  Thy gracious lips: for this will be his phrases?
+  I fear me nothing but his legs will break
+  Under his mighty weight of such a greatness.
+
+  _Bew._ Now me thinks dearest Lady you are too cruel;
+  His very heart will freeze in knowing this.
+
+  _Wife._ No, no, the man was never of such deepness,
+  To make conceit his Master: Sir, I'll assure ye
+  He will out-live twenty such pageants.
+  Were he but my Cozen, or my Brother,
+  And such a desperate killer of his fortune,
+  In this belief he should dye, though it cost me
+  A thousand Crowns a day to hold it up;
+  Or were I not known his wife, and so to have
+  An equal feeling of this ill he suffers,
+  He should be thus till all the Boyes i'th' Town
+  Made sute to weare his badges in their hats,
+  And walk before his Grace with sticks and nose-gayes,
+  We Married Women hold--
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis well, no more.
+  The Duke is entring, set you[r] faces right,
+  And bow like Countrey Prologues: here he comes.
+  Make room afore, the Duke is entring.
+
+        _Enter Duke._
+
+  _Long._ The choisest fortunes wait upon our Duke.
+
+  _Ser._ And give him all content and happiness.
+
+  _Bew._ Let his great name live to the end of time.
+
+  _Duke._ We thank you, and are pleas'd to give you notice
+  We shall at fitter times wait on your Loves,
+  Till when, be near Us.
+
+  _Longv._ 'Tis a valiant purge, and works extreamly;
+  'Thas delivered him
+  Of all Right worshipful and gentle humors,
+  And left his belly full of nobleness.
+
+  _Du._ It pleased the King my Master,
+  For sundry vertues not unknown to him,
+  And the all-seeing state, to lend his hand,
+  And raise me to this Eminence, how this
+  May seem to other Men, or stir the minds
+  Of such as are my fellow Peers, I know not,
+  I would desire their loves in just designs.
+
+  _Wife._ Now by my faith he does well, very well:
+  Beshrew my heart I have not seen a better,
+  Of a raw fellow, that before this day
+  Never rehearst his state: 'tis marvellous well.
+
+  _Ser._ Is he not Duke indeed, see how he looks
+  As if his spirit were a last, or two
+  Above his veins, and stretcht his noble hide.
+
+  _Long._ Hee's high-brac't like a Drum, pray God he break not.
+
+  _Bew._ Why let him break, there's but a Calves-skin lost.
+
+  _Long._ May it please your Grace to see the City,
+  'Twill be to the minds and much contentment
+  Of the doubtful people.
+
+  _Du._ I am determin'd so, till my return
+  I leave my honour'd Dutchess to her chamber.
+  Be careful of your health, I pray you be so.
+
+  _Ser._ Your Grace shall suffer us your humble servants
+  To give attendance, fit so great a person
+  Upon your body.
+
+  _Du._ I am pleased so.
+
+  _Long._ Away good _Bewford_, raise a guard sufficient
+  To keep him from the reach of Tongues, be quick;
+  And do you hear, remember how the streets
+  Must be dispos'd with, for cries, and salutations.
+  Your Grace determines not to see the King--
+
+  _Du._ Not yet, I shall be ready ten dayes hence
+  To kiss his Highness hand, and give him thanks,
+  As it is fit I should for his great bounty.
+  Set forward Gentlemen.
+
+  _Groom._ Room for the Duke there.            [_Exeunt Duke and Train._
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis fit he should have room to shew his mightiness,
+  He swells so with his poyson,
+  'Tis better to reclaim ye thus, than make
+  A sheeps-head of you, It had been but your due;
+  But I have mercy Sir, and mean to reclaim you
+  By a directer course.
+  That Woman is not worthy of a Soul
+  That has the sovereign power to rule her husband,
+  And gives her title up, so long provided
+  As there be fair play, and his state not wrong'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ I would be glad to know whence this new Duke springs,
+  The people buz abroad; or by what title
+  He receiv'd his dignity, 'tis very strange
+  There should be such close jugling in the State,
+  But I am ty'd to silence, yet a day
+  May come, and soon to perfect all these doubts.
+
+  _Wife._ It is the mad _Shattillion_ by my Soul,
+  I suffer much for this poor Gentleman;
+  I'll speak to him, may be he yet knows me.
+  _Monsieur Shattilion._
+
+  _Shat._ Can you give me reason from whence
+  This great Duke sprang that walks abroad?
+
+  _Wife._ Even from the King himself.
+
+  _Shot._ As you are a Woman, I think you may be cover'd?
+  Yet your prayer would do no harm good Woman.
+
+  _Wife._ God preserve him.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillions _Love_.
+
+  _Shat._ I say Amen, and so say all good Subjects.
+
+  _Love._ Lady, as ever you have lov'd, or shall,
+  As you have hope of heaven lend your hand,
+  And wit, to draw this poor distracted man
+  Under your roofe, from the broad eyes of people,
+  And wonder of the streets.
+
+  _Wife._ With all my heart;
+  My feeling of his grief and loss is much.
+
+  _Love._ Sir, now you are come so near the prison, will ye
+  Goe in, and visit your fair Love: poor soul
+  She would be glad to see you.
+
+  _Shat._ This same Duke is but
+  Apocryphal, there's no creation
+  That can stand where titles are not right.
+
+  _Lov._ 'Tis true, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ That is another draught upon my life;
+  Let me examine well the words I spake.
+  The words I spake were, that this novel Duke
+  Is not o'th' true making, 'tis to me most certain.
+
+  _Wife._ You are as right, Sir, as you went by line.
+
+  _Shat._ And to the grief of many thousands more.
+
+  _Wife._ If there be any such, God comfort them.
+
+  _Shat._ Whose mouths may open when the time shall please;
+  I'm betray'd, commend me to the King,
+  And tell him I am sound, and crave but justice;
+  You shall not need to have your guard upon me,
+  Which I am sure are plac'd for my attachment;
+  Lead on; I'm obedient to my bonds.
+
+  _Lov._ Good Sir be not displeased with us;
+  We are but servants to his Highness will,
+  To make that good.
+
+  _Shat._ I do forgive you even with my heart;
+  Shall I entreat a favor?
+
+  _Wife._ Any thing.
+
+  _Shat._ To see my love before that fatal stroak,
+  And publish to the world my christian death,
+  And true obedience to the Crown of _France_.
+
+  _Lov._ I hope it shall not need Sir, for there is mercy
+  As well as Justice in his Royal heart.                      [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter three Gentlemen._
+
+  _1 Gent._ Every man take his corner, here am I,
+  You there, and you in that place, so be perfect,
+  Have a great care your cries be loud; and faces
+  Full of dejected fear and humbleness.
+  He comes.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Ja._ Fye, how these streets are charg'd and swell'd
+  With these same rascally people! give more room,
+  Or I shall have occasion to distribute
+  A martial almes amongst you; as I am a Gentleman
+  I have not seen such rude disorder,
+  They follow him like a prize, there's no true gaper
+  Like to your Citizen, he will be sure
+  The Beares shall not pass by his door in peace,
+  But he and all his family will follow.
+  Room there afore: Sound:
+
+        _Enter Duke and his company._
+
+  _Ja._ Give room, and keep your places,
+  you may see enough; keep your places.
+
+  _Long._ These people are too far unmanner'd, thus
+  To stop your Graces way with multitudes.
+
+  _Du._ Rebuke them not, good _Monsieur_, 'tis their loves
+  Which I will answer, if it please my stars
+  To spare me life and health.
+
+  _2 Gen._ Bless your Grace.
+
+  _Du._ And you with all my heart.
+
+  _1 Gen._ Now heaven preserve your happy dayes:
+
+  _Du._ I thank you too.
+
+  _3. Gen._ Now Heaven save your Grace;
+
+  _Du._ I thank you all.
+
+  _Bew._ On there before.
+
+  _Du._ Stand Gentlemen, stay yet a while.
+  For I am minded to impart my love
+  To these good people, and my friends,
+  Whose love and prayers for my greatness,
+  Are equal in abundance, note me well,
+  And with my words; my heart? for as the Tree--
+
+  _Long._ Your Grace had best beware, 'twill be inform'd
+  Your greatness with the people.
+
+  _Duke._ I had more,
+  My honest, and ingenious people.--But
+  The weight of business hath prevented me.
+  I am call'd from you: but this tree I spake of
+  Shall bring forth fruit, I hope, to your content,
+  And so I share my bowels amongst you all.
+
+  _Omnes._ A noble Duke, a very noble Duke.
+
+        _Enter a Gentleman._
+
+  _Ser._ Afore there Gentlemen.
+
+  _Gen._ You'r faithfully met good _Monsieur Mount Marine_.
+
+  _Ser._ Be advis'd, the time is alter'd.
+
+  _Gen._ Is he not the same man he was afore?
+
+  _Duke._ Still the same man to you, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ You have received mighty Grace, be thankful.
+
+  _Gen._ Let me not dye in ignorance;
+
+  _Long._ You shall not.
+  Then know, the King out of his love, hath pleas'd
+  To stile him Duke of _Burgundy_.
+
+  _Gen._ O great Duke,
+  Thus low, I plead for pardon, and desire
+  To be enrol'd amongst your poorest slaves.
+
+  _Du._ Sir, you have mercy, and withal my hand,
+  From henceforth let me call you one of mine.
+
+  _Ser._ Make room afore there, and dismiss the people.
+
+  _Du._ Every Man to his house in peace and quiet.
+
+  _Peop._ Now heaven preserve the Duke, heaven bless the Duke.
+                                                        [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Wife._ This Letter came this morn from my Cosin
+  To the great Lady, high and mighty Duchess
+  Of _Burgundy_, be these delivered. Oh,
+  For a stronger lace to keep my breath
+  That I may laugh the nine days till the wonder
+  Fall to an ebb: the high and mighty Duchess?
+  The high and mighty God? what a stile is this!
+  Methinks it goes like a Duchy lope-man,
+  A ladder of 100 rounds will fail
+  To reach the top on't: well my gentle Cosin
+  I know by these contents, your itch of honor;
+  You must to the Court you say, and very shortly:
+  You shall be welcome; and if your wife have wit
+  I'll put her in a thriving course, if not
+  Her own sin on her own head, not a blot
+  Shall stain my reputation, only this
+  I must for healths sake sometimes make an ass
+  Of the tame moil my Husband; 'twill do him good,
+  And give him fresher brains, Me fresher bloud.
+  Now for the noble Duke, I hear him coming.
+
+        _Enter Duke, his train._
+
+  Your Grace is well return'd.
+
+  _Duke._ As well as may be:
+  Never in younger health, never more able:
+  I mean to be your bed-fellow this night,
+  Let me have good encounter.
+
+  _Bew._ Bless me heaven
+  What a hot meat this greatness is!
+
+  _Long._ It may be so,
+  For I'll be sworn he hath not got a snap
+  This two months on my knowledge, or her woman
+  Is damn'd for swearing it.
+
+  _Duke._ I thank you Gentlemen for your attendance
+  And also your great pains, pray know my Lodgings
+  Better and oftner, do so Gentlemen.
+  Now by my honor, as I am a Prince,
+  I speak sincerely, know my lodgings better,
+  And be not strangers, I shall see your service
+  And your deservings, when you least expect.
+
+  _Om._ We humbly thank your grace for this great favor.
+
+  _Du._ _Jaques?_
+
+  _Jaq._ Your Grace.
+
+  _Du._ Be ready for the Countrey,
+  And let my Tenants know the Kings great love:
+  Say I would see them, but the weight at Court
+  Lies heavy on my shoulders: let them know
+  I do expect their duties in attendance
+  Against the next feast, wait for my coming
+  To take up Post-horse, and be full of speed.              [_Exit_ Jaq.
+
+  _Wife._ I would desire your Grace--
+
+  _Du._ You shall desire, and have your
+  Full desire: sweet Duchess speak.
+
+  _Wife._ To have some conference with a Gentleman
+  That seems not altogether void of reason.
+  He talks of Titles, and things near the Crown,
+  And knowing none so fit as your [good] Grace,
+  To give the difference in such points of State--
+
+  _Du._ What is he? if he be noble, or have any part
+  That's worthy our converse, we do accept him.
+
+  _Wife._ I can assure your Grace, his strain is noble,
+  But he's very subtle.
+
+  _Duke._ Let him be so.
+  Let him have all the brains, I shall demonstrate
+  How this most Christian Crown of _France_ can bear
+  No other shew of Title than the Kings.
+  I will go in and meditate for half an hour,
+  And then be ready for him presently,
+  I will convert him quickly, or confound him.
+
+  _Serv._ Is mad _Shattillion_ here?
+
+  _Wife._ Is here, and's Lady,
+  I prethee servant fetch him hither.
+
+  _Serv._ Why, what do you mean to put him to?
+
+  _Wife._ To chat with the mad lad my Husband;
+  'Twill be brave to hear them speak, babble,
+  Stare, and prate.
+
+  _Bew._ But what shall be the end of all this, Lady?
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion _and Lady_.
+
+  _Wife._ Leave that to me, now for the grand dispute,
+  For see, here comes _Shattillion_: as I live, methinks
+  All _France_ should bear part of his griefs.
+
+  _Long._ I'll fetch my Lord the Duke.
+
+  _Shat._ Where am I now, or whether will you lead me?
+  To my death? I crave my priviledge,
+  I must not dye, but by just course of Law.
+
+  _Serv._ His Majesty hath sent by me your pardon,
+  He meant not you should dye; but would intreat you
+  To lay the full state of your Title open,
+  Unto a grave and Noble Gentleman.
+
+        _Enter_ Duke _and_ Longovile.
+
+  The Duke of _Burgundy_ who here doth come,
+  Who, either by his wisdom will confute you,
+  Or else inform and satisfie the King.
+
+  _Bew._ May't please your grace, this is the Gentleman.
+
+  _Duke._ Is this he that chops Logick with my Liege?
+
+  _Shat._ D'ye mock me? you are great, the time will come,
+  When you shall be as much contemn'd as I,
+  Where are the antient compliments of _France_,
+  The upstarts brave the Princes of the bloud?
+
+  _Duke._ Your Title Sir, in short.
+
+  _Shat._ He must Sir,
+  Be a better States-man than your self, that can
+  Trip me in any thing, I will not speak
+  Before these witnesses.
+
+  _Duke._ Depart the room, for none shall stay,
+  No, not my dearest Duchess.
+
+  _Wife._ We'll stand behind the Arras and hear all.          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Duke._ In that chair take your place, I in this,
+  Discourse your Title now.
+
+  _Shat._ Sir, you shall know,
+  My Loves true Title, mine by Marriage,
+  Setting aside the first race of _French_ Kings,
+  Which will not here concern us, as _Pharamond_,
+  With _Clodian_, _Meroveus_, and _Chilperick_,
+  And to come down unto the second Race,
+  Which we will likewise slip--
+
+  _Duke._ But take me with you.
+
+  _Shat._ I pray you give me leave, of _Martel Charles_,
+  The Father of King _Pippin_, who was, Sire
+  To _Charles_ the Great, and famous _Charlemain_.
+  And to come to the third Race of _French_ Kings,
+  Which will not be greatly pertinent in this cause,
+  Betwixt the King and me, of which you know
+  _HUGH CAPET_ was the first,
+  Next his Son _Robert_, _Henry_ then, and _Philip_
+  With _Lewis_, and his Son a _Lewis_ too,
+  And of that name the Seventh, but all this
+  Springs from a Female, as it shall appear.
+
+  _Duke._ Now give me leave, I grant you this your Title
+  At the first sight, carries some shew of truth;
+  But if ye weigh it well, ye shall find light.
+  Is not his Majesty possest in peace,
+  And justice executed in his name,
+  And can you think the most Christian King
+  Would do this if he saw not reason for it?
+
+  _Shat._ But had not the Tenth _Lewis_ a sole Daughter?
+
+  _Duke._ I cannot tell.
+
+  _Shat._ But answer me directly.
+
+  _Duke._ It is a most seditious question.
+
+  _Shat._ Is this your justice?
+
+  _Duke._ I stand for my King.
+
+  _Shat._ Was ever Heir-apparant thus abus'd?
+  I'll have your head for this.
+
+  _Duke._ Why, do your worst.
+
+  _Shat._ Will no one stir to apprehend this Traitor?
+  A guard about my person, will none come?
+  Must my own royal hands perform the deed?
+  Then thus I do arrest you.
+
+  _Duke._ Treason, help.
+
+        _Enter Wife_, Long. Bew. _and Serv._
+
+  _Wife._ Help, help, my Lord and Husband.
+
+  _Duke._ Help the Duke.
+
+  _Long._ Forbear his grace's person.
+
+  _Shat._ Forbear you to touch him that
+  Your Heir-apparent weds,
+  But by this hand, I will have all your heads.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Serv._ How doth your Grace?
+
+  _Duke._ Why? well.
+
+  _Serv._ How do you find his Title?
+
+  _Duke._ 'Tis a dangerous one,
+  As can come by a female.
+
+  _Serv._ I, 'tis true,
+  But the Law _Salique_ cuts him off from all.
+
+  _Long._ I do beseech your Grace, how stands his Title?
+
+  _Duke._ Pew, nothing; the Law _Salique_ cuts him off from all.
+
+  _Wife._ My gracious Husband, you must now prepare,
+  In all your Graces pomp to entertain
+  Your Cosin, who is now a convertite,
+  And follows here, this night he will be here.
+
+  _Duke._ Be ready all in haste, I do intend,
+  To shew before my Cosin's wondring face,
+  The greatness of my pomp, and of my place.            [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Cosin and his Wife._
+
+  _Cos._ Sirrah, is all things carried to the Tailor?
+  The measure, and the fashion of the Gown,
+  With the best trim?
+
+  _Man._ Yes Sir, and 'twill be ready within this two days.
+
+  _Cos._ For my self I care not,
+  I have a suit or two of antient Velvet;
+  Which with some small correcting and addition,
+  May steal into the presence.
+
+  _Wife._ Would my Gown were ready; Husband, I'll lay my life,
+  To make you something e'r to morrow night.
+
+  _Cos._ It must not be
+  Before we see the Duke, and have advice,
+  How to behave our selves: lets in the while,
+  And keep our selves from knowledge, till time shall call us.
+
+        _Enter_ Long. _and_ Bew.
+
+  _Long._ I much admire the fierce _masculine_ spirit,
+  Of this dread _Amazon_.
+
+  _Bew._ This following night I'll have a wench in solace.
+
+  _Long._ Sir, I hear you,
+  And will be with you if I live, no more.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Ma._ My Lady would intreat your presence, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Bew._ We will obey your Lady, she is worthy.
+
+  _Long._ You, light alone, a word, or two.
+
+  _Ma._ Your Will, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ Hark in your ear; wilt thou be married? speak, wilt thou
+          marry?
+
+  _Ma._ Married? to whom Sir?
+
+  _Long._ To a proper fellow, landed, and able bodied.
+
+  _Ma._ Why do you flout me, Sir?
+
+  _Long._ I swear I do not; I love thee for thy Ladies sake, be free?
+
+  _Ma._ If I could meet such matches as you speak of,
+  I were a very child to lose my time, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ What saist thou to Monsieur _Bewford_?
+
+  _Ma._ Sir, I say he's a proper Gentleman, and far
+  Above my means to look at.
+
+  _Long._ Dost thou like him?
+
+  _Ma._ Yes Sir, and ever did.
+
+  _Long._ He is thine own.
+
+  _Ma._ You are too great in promises.
+
+  _Long._ Be rul'd, and follow my advice, he shall be thine.
+
+  _Ma._ Would you would make it good, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ Do but thus,
+  Get thee a cushion underneath thy cloaths,
+  And leave the rest to me.
+
+  _Ma._ I'll be your scholar,
+  I cannot lose much by the venture sure.
+
+  _Long._ Thou wilt lose a pretty maidenhead, my rogue,
+  Or I am much o'th' bow hand, you'll remember
+  If all this take effect, who did it for you,
+  And what I may deserve for such a kindness.
+
+  _Ma._ Yours Sir.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _and_ Shattillion _severally_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Save ye Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Save the King.
+
+  _Jaq._ I pray you Sir, which is the nearest way.
+
+  _Shat._ Save the King, this is the nearest way.
+
+  _Jaq._ Which is the nearest way to the Post-house?
+
+  _Shat._ God save the King and his Post-house.
+
+  _Jaq._ I pray Sir direct me to the house.
+
+  _Shat._ Heaven save the King, you cannot catch me, Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do not understand you, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ You do not, I say you cannot catch me, Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ Not catch you, Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ No Sir, nor can the King,
+  With all his stratagems, and his forced tricks,
+  Although he put his Nobles in disguise;
+  Never so oft to sift into my words,
+  By course of Law, lay hold upon my life.
+
+  _Jaq._ It is business that my Lord the Duke
+  Is by the King imployed in, and he thinks
+  I am acquainted with it.
+
+  _Shat._ I shall not need to rip the cause up,
+  From the first, to you,
+  But if his Majesty had suffer'd me
+  To marry her, though she be after him,
+  The right heir general to the Crown of _France_.
+  I would not have convey'd her into _Spain_,
+  As it was thought, nor would I e'er have joyn'd,
+  With the reformed Churches, to make them,
+  Stand for my cause.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do not think you would.
+
+  _Shat._ I thank you Sir,
+  And since I see you are a favourer
+  Of virtues, kept in bondage;
+  Tell directly to my soveraign King,
+  For so I will acknowledge him for ever,
+  How you have found my staid affections
+  Setled for peace, and for the present state.
+
+  _Jaq._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ And good Sir, tell him further this,
+  That notwithstanding all suggestions
+  Brought to him against me, and all his suspitions,
+  Which are innumerable to my treasons,
+  If he will warrant me but publique trial,
+  I'll freely yeild my self into his hands;
+  Can he have more than this?
+
+  _Jaq._ No by my troth.
+
+  _Shat._ I would his Majesty would hear but reason,
+  As well as you.
+
+  _Jaq._ But Sir, you do mistake me,
+  For I never saw the King.
+  In all my life but once, therefore good Sir,
+  May it please you to shew me which is the Post-house.
+
+  _Sha._ I cry you mercy, Sir, then you are my friend.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ And such men are very rare with me,
+  The Post-house is hard by, farewel;
+
+  _Jaq._ I thank you, Sir, I must ride hard to night,
+  And it is dark already.
+
+  _Sha._ I am cruel, to send this man directly to his death
+  That is my friend, and I might easily save him,
+  He shall not dye, come back, my friend, come back.
+
+  _Jaq._ What is your Will?
+
+  _Sha._ Do you not know?
+
+  _Jaq._ Not I.
+
+  _Sha._ And do you gather nothing by my face?
+
+  _Jaq._ No Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Virtue is ever innocent,
+  Lay not the fault on me, I grieve for you,
+  And wish that all my tears might win your safety.
+
+  _Jaq._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Sha._ Alas good friend you are undone,
+  The more ill fortune, mine to be the means
+  Of your sad overthrow, you know not me.
+
+  _Jaq._ No truly Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Would you had never seen me,
+  I am a man pursu'd by the whole state
+  And sure some one hath seen me talk with you.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, divers Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Why then your head is gone.
+
+  _Jaq._ I'll out of town.
+
+  _Sha._ Would it were soon enough,
+  Stay if you love your life, or else you are taken.
+
+  _Jaq._ What shall I do?
+
+  _Sha._ I'll venture deeply for him,
+  Rather than to cast away an innocent,
+  Take courage friend, I will preserve thy life,
+  With hazard of mine own.
+
+  _Jaq._ I thank you, Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ This night thou shalt be lodg'd within my doors,
+  Which shall be all lock'd fast, and in the morn
+  I'll so provide, you shall have free access,
+  To the Sea-side, and so be shipt away,
+  E'r any know it.
+
+  _Jaq._ Good Sir, suddainly, I am afraid to dye.
+
+  _Sha._ Then follow me.                                      [_Exeunt_.
+
+        _Enter_ Shatillion's _Love._
+
+  _Love._ This way he went, and there's the house, I hope,
+  His better Angel hath directed him,
+  To leave the wandring streets, poor Gentleman.
+  Would I were able with as free a heart,
+  To set his soul right, as I am to grieve,
+  The ruine of his fame, which God forgive me;
+  Sir, if you be within, I pray Sir speak to me.
+
+  _Sha._ I am within, and will be; what are you?
+
+  _Love._ A friend.
+
+  _Sha._ No Sir, you must pardon me,
+  I am acquainted with none such: be speedy,
+  Friend, there is no other remedy.
+
+  _Love._ A word Sir, I say, I am your friend.
+
+  _Sha._ You cannot scape by any other means,
+  Be not fearful, God save the King,
+  What's your business, Sir?
+
+  _Lov._ To speak with you.
+
+  _Sha._ Speak out then.
+
+  _Lov._ Shall I not come up?
+
+  _Sha._ Thou shalt not: flie if thou be'st thine own friend,
+  There lies the suit and all the furniture
+  Belonging to the head, on with it friend.
+
+  _Lov._ Sir do you hear?
+
+  _Sha._ I do, God bless the King,
+  It was a habit I had laid aside,
+  For my own person, if the state had forced me.
+
+  _Love._ Good Sir, unlock your door.
+
+  _Sha._ Be full of speed, I see some 20 Musquetiers in ambush
+  Whate'r thou art, know I am here and will be,
+  Seest thou this bloody sword that cries revenge?
+  Shake not my friend, through millions of these foes
+  I'll be thy guard, and set thee safe aboard.
+
+  _Lov._ Dare you not trust me, Sir?
+
+  _Sha._ My good sword before me,
+  And my allegeance to the King I tell thee
+  Captain (for so I ghess thee by thy Arms)
+  And the loose flanks of Halberdiers about thee,
+  Thou art too weak, and foolish to attempt me.
+  If you be ready, follow me, and hark you
+  Upon your life speak to no living wight,
+  Except my self.
+
+  _Love._ Monsieur _Shattillion_?
+
+  _Sha._ Thou shalt not call agen; thus with my sword,
+  And the strong faith I bear unto the King;
+  Whom God preserve, I will de[sc]end my chamber,
+  And cut thy throat, I swear I'll cut thy throat,
+  Steal after me and live.
+
+  _Love._ I will not stay.
+  The fury of a man so far distracted.                     [_Exit_ Love.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  Where's the Officer that dares not enter,
+  To intrap the life of my distressed friend?
+  I, have you hid your self? you must be found,
+  What do you fear? is not authority on your side
+  Nay, I know the Kings command
+  Will be your warrant, why then fear you? speak
+  What strange designs are these? _Shattillion_,
+  Be resolute and bear thy self upright,
+  Though the whole world despise thee: soft, methinks.
+  I heard a rushing which was like the shake
+  Of a discovered Officer, I'll search
+  The whole street over, but I'll find thee out.                [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _in womans apparel_.
+
+  _Jaq._ How my joynts do shake, where had I been
+  But for this worthy Gentleman, that
+  Hath some touch of my infortunes; would I were
+  Safe under hatches once, for _Callicut_,
+  Farewel the pomp of Court, I never more
+  Can hope to be a Duke or any thing,
+  I never more shall see the glorious face
+  Of my fair spreading Lord that lov'd me well.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ Fly you so fast? I had a sight of you,
+  But would not follow you; I was too wise,
+  You shall not lead me with a cunning trick;
+  Where you may catch me; poor _Shattillion_;
+  Hath the Kings anger left thee never a friend?
+  No, all mens loves move by the breath of Kings.
+
+  _Jaq._ It is the Gentleman that sav'd my life, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Bless _Shattillion_, another plot.
+
+  _Jaq._ No Sir, 'tis I.
+
+  _Shat._ Why, who are you?
+
+  _Jaq._ Your friend whom you preserv'd.
+
+  _Shat._ Whom I preserv'd?
+  My friend? I have no woman friend but one,
+  Who is too close in prison to be here;
+  Come near, let me look on you.
+
+  _Jaq._ 'Tis I.
+
+  _Shat._ You should not be a woman by your stature.
+
+  _Jaq._ I am none, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ I know it, then keep off,
+  Strange men and times! how I am still preserv'd!
+  Here they have sent a yeoman of the guard,
+  Disguis'd in womans clothes, to work on me,
+  To make love to me; and to trap my words,
+  And so insnare my life, I know you, Sir,
+  Stand back, upon your peril, can this be
+  In _Christian_ Common-weals, from this time forth
+  I'll cut off all the means to work on me,
+  I'll ne'er stir from my house: and keep my doors
+  Lockt day and night, and cheapen meat and drink
+  At the next shops by Signs, out of my window,
+  And having bought it, draw it up in my garters.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, will you help me?
+
+  _Shat._ Do not follow me,
+  I'll take a course to live, despight of men.             [_Exit_ Shat.
+
+  _Jaq._ He dares not venture for me, wretched _Jaques_!
+  Thou art undone for ever and for ever,
+  Never to rise again? what shall I do?
+
+        _Enter_ Bewfort.
+
+  Where shall I hide me? here's one to take me,
+  I must stand close, and not speak for my life.
+
+  _Bew._ This is the time of night, and this the haunt,
+  In which I use to catch my Wastcoatiers,
+  It is not very dark, no, I shall spie 'em,
+  I have walk't out in such a pitchy night.
+  I could not see my fingers this far off,
+  And yet have brought home venison by the smell,
+  I hope they have not left their old walk, ah?
+  Have I spied you sitting by this light?
+  To me there's no such fine sight in the world,
+  As a white apron 'twixt twelve and one;
+  See how it glisters! do you think to scape?
+  See now I have you fast; come, and do not strive,
+  It takes away the edge of appetite;
+  Come, I'll be liberal every way.
+  Take heed you make no noise, for waking of the Watch.       [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Cosin and his Wife._
+
+  _Cos._ Now the blessing of some happy guide,
+  To bring us to the Duke, and we are ready.
+
+        _Enter_ Long. _and Servant_.
+
+  Come forward, see the door is open'd,
+  And two of his Gent. I'll speak to them,
+  And mark how I behave my self, God save ye;
+  For less I cannot wish to men of sort, and of your seeming:
+  Are you of the Dukes?
+
+  _Long._ We are, Sir, and your servants, your salutes,
+  We give you back again with many thanks.
+
+  _Cos._ When did you hear such words before Wife? peace,
+  Do you not dare to answer yet; is't fit
+  So mean a Gentleman as my self should crave,
+  The presence of the great Duke your Master?
+
+  _Serv._ Sir you may.
+
+  _Long._ Shall we desire your name, and business, Sir?
+  And we will presently inform him of you.
+
+  _Cos._ My name is _Cleremont_.
+
+  _Serv._ You are his Graces kinsman,
+  Or I am much mistaken?
+
+  _Cos._ You are right,
+  Some of his noble bloud runs through these veins,
+  Though far unworthy of his graces knowledge.
+
+  _Long._ Sir, we must all be yours; his graces kinsman,
+  And we so much forgetful? 'twas a rudeness,
+  And must attend your pardon, thus I crave it:
+  First to this beauteous Lady, whom I take
+  To be your Wife, Sir, next your mercy.
+
+  _Cos._ You have it, Sir, I do not like this kissing,
+  It lies so open to a world of wishes.
+
+  _Serv._ This is the merry fellow; this is he
+  That must be noble too.
+
+  _Long._ And so he shall.
+  If all the Art I have can make him noble,
+  I'll dub him with a Knight-hood; if his wife
+  Will be but forward, and joyn issue,
+  I like her above excellent.
+
+  _Serv._ Wil't please you
+  To walk a turn or two, whilst to the Duke
+  We make your comming known?                    [_Exit Serv. and_ Long.
+
+  _Cos._ I shall attend, Sir.
+
+  _Wife._ These Gentlemen are very proper men,
+  And kiss the best that e'er I tasted.
+  For goodness-sake husband, let us never more
+  Come near the Countrey, whatsoe'er betide us;
+  I am in malice with the memory
+  Of that same stinking dung-hil.
+
+  _Cos._ Why now you are my chicken and my dear,
+  Love where I love, hate where I hate: now
+  You shall have twenty Gowns, and twenty Chains,
+  See, the door is opening.
+
+  _Groom._ Room afore there, the Duke is entring.
+
+        _Enter Duke_, _Wife_, Long. _Servant_, Maria.
+
+  _Cos._ 'Tis the Duke, even he himself, be merry,
+  This is the golden age the Poet speaks on.
+
+  _Wife._ I pray it be not brazen'd by their faces,
+  And yet methinks they are the neatest Pieces
+  For shape, and cutting that e'er I beheld.
+
+  _Cos._ Most gracious Duke, my poor Spouse and my self,
+  Do kiss your mighty foot, and next to that
+  The great hand of your Dutchess, ever wishing
+  Your honors ever springing, and your years.
+
+  _Duke._ Cosin?
+
+  _Cos._ Your Graces vassal, far unworthy
+  The nearness of your blood.
+
+  _Duke._ Correct me not, I know the word I speak,
+  And know the person.
+  Though I be something higher than the place
+  Where common men have motion, and descending
+  Down with my eye, their forms are lessened to me;
+  Yet from this pitch can I behold my own,
+  From millions of those men that have no mark,
+  And in my fearful stoop, can make them stand,
+  When others feel my feet, and perish: Cosin,
+  Be comforted, you are very welcome, so
+  Is your fair Wife: the charge of whom I give
+  To my own dearest, and best beloved.
+  Tell me, you have resolv'd your self for Court,
+  And utterly renounc'd the slavish Countrey,
+  With all the cares thereof?
+
+  _Cos._ I have, Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ Have you dismist your eating houshold,
+  Sold your hangings of _Nebuchadnezar_, for such they were,
+  As I remember, with the Furnitures
+  Belonging to your Beds and Chambers?
+
+  _Cos._ I Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ Have you most carefully ta'en off the Lead,
+  From you[r] roof, weak with age, and so prevented
+  The ruin of your house, and clapt him
+  In a summer suit of thatch to keep him cool?
+
+  _Cos._ All this I have perform'd.
+
+  _Duke._ Then lend me all your hands, I will embrace my Cosin
+  Who is an understanding Gentleman,
+  And with a zeal mighty, as is my name,
+  Once more I bid you welcome to the Court;
+  My state again.
+
+  _Duch._ As I was telling you, your Husband
+  Must be no more Commander, look to that,
+  Be several at meat, and lodging, let him have
+  Board-wages, and Diet, 'mongst his men i'th' Town
+  For pleasure, if he be given to't, let him have it,
+  Else as your own fancy shall direct you.
+  Cosin, you see this mighty man here: he was an ass
+  When he came first to Town: indeed he was
+  Just such another coxcomb as your Husband,
+  God bless the mark, and every good mans child!
+  This must not stir you Cosin.
+
+  _Wif._ Heaven forbid!
+
+  _Long._ Sweet _Maria_; provide the cushion ready for it.
+
+  _Mar._ It shall be done.
+
+  _Duke._ Receive all your advices from our self,
+  Be once a day with us, and so farewel
+  For this time, my fair Cosin, Gentlemen
+  Conduct him to his Lodging.
+
+  _Duch._ Farewel, and think upon my words.
+
+  _Wife._ I shall observe them.                [_Exit Duke and Duchess._
+
+  _Cos._ Health, and the Kings continual love, attend you.
+
+  _Serv._ Oh for a private place to ease my Lungs!
+  Heaven give me patience, such a pair of jades
+  Were never better ridden to this hour,
+  Pray heaven they hold out to the journeys end.
+
+  _Long._ Twitch him aside good _Monsieur_, whilst I break
+  Upon the body of his strength, his wife,
+  I have a constant promise: she is my own.
+
+  _Serv._ Ply her to wind-ward _Monsieur_, you have taken
+  The most compendious way to raise your self,
+  That could have been delivered by a Counsel.
+
+  _Cos._ I have some certain aims, Sir: but my wife--
+
+  _Serv._ Your wife, you must not let that trouble you.
+
+  _Cos._ It will Sir, to see her in a strangers arms.
+
+  _Serv._ What mean you? let her alone, be wise, stir not a foot
+  For if you do, all your hopes are buried:
+  I swear you are a lost man if you stir.
+
+  _Cos._ I thank you Sir, I will be more advis'd.
+
+  _Serv._ But what great Office do you level at?
+
+  _Cos._ Sir, they are kissing.
+
+  _Serv._ Let them kiss,
+  And much may do their good hearts; they must kiss
+  And kiss, and double kiss, and kiss again,
+  Or you may kiss the post for any rising:
+  Had your noble kinsman ever mounted
+  To these high Spheres of honor, now he moves in,
+  But for the kisses of his wife?
+
+  _Cos._ I know not.
+
+  _Serv._ Then I do; credit me, he had been lost,
+  A fellow of no mark, and no repute.
+  Had not his wife kist soon, and very sweetly:
+  She was an excellent woman, and dispatcht him
+  To his full being, in a moment, Sir--        [_Exit_ Long. _and Wife_.
+
+  _Cos._ But yet methinks he [sh]ould not take her, Sir,
+  Into a private room.
+
+  _Serv._ Now stand and flourish,
+  You are a mad[e] man for ever.
+  I do envy you if you stand your fortunes up,
+  You are the happiest man, but your great Cosin,
+  This day in Court: well, I will marry surely,
+  And not let every man out-run me thus.
+  'Tis time to be mine own friend, I live
+  In town here, and direct the readiest way,
+  To other men, and be a slave my self.
+
+  _Cos._ Nay, good Sir be not mov'd, I am your servant,
+  And will not be ungrateful for this knowledge.
+
+  _Serv._ Will you be walking home?
+
+  _Cos._ I would desire to have my wife along.
+
+  _Serv._ You are too raw,
+  Begone, and take no notice where you left her,
+  Let her return at leasure, if she stay
+  A month, 'twill be the better, understand me
+  This Gentleman can do't.                                [_Exit Cosin._
+
+  _Cos._ I will Sir, and wife remember me, a Duke, a Duke wife.
+
+  _Serv._ Aboard her _Longaveile,_ she's thine own,
+  To me the fooling of this fool is venery.             [_Exit Servant._
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Bew._ Come, prethee come, have I not crowns? behold
+  And follow me, here; not a word, go in
+  Grope by the walls, and you shall find a bed,
+  Lie down there, see, see, a turn or two, to give
+  My blood some heats, and I am presently
+  For action: darkness, by thy leave, I come.               [_Exit_ Bew.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Ma._ I am perfect in my lesson, be my speed,
+  Thou god of marriage, this is the door, I'll knock.
+
+  Bew. _within_. Whose there, I cannot come yet.
+
+  _Ma._ Monsieur _Bewford_?
+
+  _Bew._ Stay till I light a candle, who are ye?
+
+  _Ma._ Sir? a poor Gentlewoman.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Oh come in, I'll find a time for you too, be not loud.
+
+  _Ma._ Sir, you have found that time already, shame
+  On my soul therefore.
+
+  _Bew._ Why? what's the matter?
+
+  _Ma._ Do you not see, Sir, is your light so dim?
+
+  _Bew._ Do you not wait on the Lady Mount _Marine_?
+
+  _Ma._ I do Sir, but my love on you.
+
+  _Bew._ Poor soul! how cam'st thou by this big belly?
+
+  _Ma._ By your self.
+
+  _Bew._ By heaven I ne'er touch'd your body.
+
+  _Ma._ Yes, unswear that oath again, I'll tell you all;
+  These two years I have lov'd you, but the means
+  How to enjoy you, I did never know
+  Till Twelf-night last, when hearing of your game
+  To take up wenches private in the night,
+  I apprehended straight this course to make
+  My self as one of them, and wait your coming;
+  I did so, and enjoyed you, and now this child
+  That now is quick within me, hide my shame,
+  And marry me, or else I must be forc'd--
+
+  _Long. within._ Monsieur _Bewford_, Monsieur _Bewford_.
+
+  _Bew._ Whose that calls?
+
+  _Long._ Are you a bed?
+
+  _Bew._ No Sir, the hangings.
+
+        _Enter_ Longaveil.
+
+  _Long._ Nay _Monsieur_, I'll forbid that, we'll have fair play,
+  Lend me your candle, are you taken _Bewford_?
+  A lecher of your practice, and close carriage
+  To be discovered thus? I am asham'd
+  So great a master in his art should fail,
+  And stagger in his grounds.
+
+  _Bew._ You're wide,
+  This woman and my self are man and wife,
+  And have been so this half year,
+  Where are you now? have I been discover'd?
+  You cannot break so easily on me, Sir,
+  I am too wary to be open'd by you.
+
+  _Long._ But these are but illusions, to give colour
+  To your most mystick leachery, but Sir,
+  The belly hath betraid you all, it must out.
+
+  _Bew._ Good _Longaveil_ believe me on my faith,
+  I am her husband.
+
+  _Long._ On my faith I cannot, unless I saw
+  Your hands fast, and your hearts.
+
+  _Bew._ Why _Longavile_, when did I give that to your ears,
+  That was not truth? by all the world she's mine,
+  She is my wife, and to confirm you better
+  I give my self again, here take my hand
+  And I yours, we are once more married,
+  Will this content you?
+
+  _Long._ Yes I am believing, and God give you joy.
+
+  _Bew._ My loving wife, I will not wrong thee,
+  Since I am thine and only loved of thee
+  From this hour I vow my self a new man,
+  Be not jealous: for though I had a purpose,
+  To have spent an hour or two in solace otherwise,
+  And was provided for it, yet my love
+  Shall put a better temper to my blood,
+  Come out thou woman of unwholsome life,
+  Be sorry for thy sins, and learn to mend,
+  Nay, never hide your face, you shall be seen.
+
+  _Long._ _Jaques_, why _Jaques_, art thou that _Jaques_,
+  The very staffe, and right hand of our Duke?
+  Speak, thou bearded _Venus_.
+
+  _Jaq._ I am he, by miracle preserv'd to be that _Jaques_,
+  Within this two hours Gentlemen, poor _Jaques_
+  Was but as coarse in grave: a man of wisdom,
+  That of my conscience, if he had his right
+  Should have a pretty State, but that's all one
+  That Noble Gentleman did save this life,
+  I keep it for him, 'tis his own.
+
+  _Long._ Oh _Bacchus_! is all the world drunk? come we'll to the Duke
+  And give thanks for this delivery.
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Duke and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Duke._ Not gone unto my Tenants to relate
+  My Grace and Honor; [and] the mightiness
+  Of my new name, which would have struck a terror
+  Through their course doublets, to their very hearts?
+
+  _Jaq._ Alas, great Lord and Master, I could scarce
+  With safety of my life return again
+  Unto your graces house, and but for one
+  That had some mercy, I had sure been hang'd.
+
+  _Duke._ My house?
+
+  _J[a]q._ Yes Sir, this house, your house i' th' Town.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ we are displeas'd, hath it no name?
+
+  _Jaq._ What name?
+
+  _Duke._ Dull rogue; what hath the King bestow'd
+  So many honors, open'd all his springs,
+  And show'red his graces down upon my head,
+  And has my house no name? no title yet?
+  _Burgundy_ house you ass.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your graces mercy,
+  when I was come off, and had recover'd
+  _Burgundy_ house, I durst not yet be seen,
+  But lay all night for fear of pursevants
+  In _Burgundy_ privie house.
+
+  _Duke._ Oh Sir, 'tis well,
+  Can you remember now? but _Jaques_ know
+  Since thy intended journey is so crost,
+  I will go down my self this morning.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir?
+
+  _Duke._ Have I not said this morning?
+
+  _Jaq._ But consider,
+  That nothing is prepared yet for your journey,
+  Your graces teams not here to draw your cloaths;
+  And not a Carrier yet in town to send by.
+
+  _Duke._ I say once more go about it,
+  You're a wise man, you'd have me linger time,
+  Till I have worn these cloaths out: will ye go?            [_Ex._ Jaq.
+  Make ye ready Wife.
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Duc._ I am so, mighty Duke.
+
+  _Duke._ Nay, for the Countrey.
+
+  _Duc._ How? for the Countrey?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes I am resolv'd to see my Tenants in this bravery,
+  Make them a sumptuous feast, with a slight shew,
+  Of _Dives_ and _Lazarus_, and a squib or two,
+  And so return.
+
+  _Duc._ Why Sir? you are not mad?
+
+  _Duke._ How many Dukes have ye known mad? I pray speak.
+
+  _Duc._ You are the first, Sir, and I hope the last,
+  But you are stark horn-mad.
+
+  _Duke._ Forbear good wife.
+
+  _Duc._ As I have faith you're mad: your horns
+  Have been too heavy for you, and have broke
+  Your skull in pieces: If you be in earnest.
+
+  _Duke._ Well, you shall know my skull and wits are whole
+  E'r I have done, and yet I am in earnest.
+
+  _Duc._ Why, do you think I'll go?
+
+  _Duke._ I know you shall.
+
+  _Duc._ I shall? by what authority shall I?
+
+  _Duke._ I am your Husband.
+
+  _Duc._ True, I confess it,
+  And by that name, the world hath given you
+  A power to sway me; but Sir, you shall know
+  There is a greater bond that ties me here,
+  Allegeance to the King, has he not heapt
+  Those honors on you to no other end,
+  But to stay you here, and shall I have a hand
+  In the offending such a gracious Prince?
+  Besides, our own undoings lies upon't,
+  Were there no other cause, I do not see,
+  Why you should go: If I should say you should not.
+
+  _Duke._ Do you think so?
+
+  _Duc._ Yes faith.
+
+  _Duke._ Now good wife make me understand that point.
+
+  _Duc._ Why that you shall, did I not bring you hither?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes.
+
+  _Duc._ And were not all these honors wrought out of the fire by me?
+
+  _Duke._ By you?
+
+  _Duc._ By me? how strange you make it!
+  When you came first, did you not walk the Town,
+  In a long Cloak half compass? an old Hat,
+  Lin'd with Vellure, and on it for a band,
+  A skein of crimson Cruil?
+
+  _Duke._ I confess it.
+
+  _Duc._ And took base courses?
+
+  _Duke._ Base?
+
+  _Duc._ Base, by this light, extream base, and scurvie, monstrous base.
+
+  _Du[k]e._ What were these courses, wife?
+
+  _Duc._ Why, you shall know,
+  Did you not thus attir'd, trot up and down,
+  Plotting for vild and lowsie Offices,
+  And agreed with the Sergeant of the Bears,
+  To buy his place? deny this, if you can.
+
+  _Duke._ Why it is true.
+
+  _Duc._ And was not that monstrous base?
+
+  _Duke._ Be advis'd wife, a Bear's a Princely beast.
+
+  _Duc._ A Bear?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes wife, and one side venison.
+
+  _Duc._ You're more than one side fool, [I'm] sure of that.
+
+  _Duke._ But since you have vext me wife, know you shall go;
+  Or you shall never have penny from me.
+
+  _Duc._ Nay, I have done, and though I know 'twill be
+  Your overthrow, I'll not forsake you now.
+
+  _Duke._ Be ready then.                                   [_Exit Duke._
+
+  _Duc._ I will.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewf. Long. _Serv._ Maria.
+
+  _Long._ What are you married _Bewford_?
+
+  _Bew._ I, as fast as words, and hearts, and hands, and Priest can
+          make us.
+
+  _Duc._ Oh Gentlemen, we are undone.
+
+  _Long._ For what?
+
+  _Duc._ This Gentleman, the Lord of _Lor[n]e_, my Husband,
+  Will be gone down to shew his play-fellows
+  Where he is gay.
+
+  _Bew._ What, down into [the] Countrey?
+
+  _Duc._ Yes faith, was ever fool but he so cross?
+  I would as fain be gracious to him,
+  As he could wish me, but he will not let me;
+  Speak faithfully, will he deserve my mercy?
+
+  _Long._ According to his merits he should wear,
+  A guarded coat, and a great wooden dagger.
+
+  _Duc._ If there be any woman that doth know,
+  The duties 'twixt a Husband and his wife,
+  Will speak but one word for him, he shall scape;
+  Is not that reasonable? but there's none,
+  Be ready therefore, to pursue the plot
+  We had against a pinch, for he must stay.
+
+  _Long._ Wait you here for him, whilst I goe
+  And make the King acquainted with your sport,
+  For fear he be incens'd for our attempting
+  Places of so great honor.                                [_Exit_ Long.
+
+  _Duc._ Go, be speedy.
+
+        _Enter Duke_, _Cosin_, _Wife_, Jaques, _Man_.
+
+  _Duke._ Come let me see how all things are dispos'd of.
+
+  _Jaq._ One Cart will serve for all your furniture,
+  With room enough behind to ease the Footman,
+  A capcase for you[r] linnen, and your plate,
+  With a strange lock that opens with _Amen_,
+  For my young Lord, because of easie portage,
+  A quiver of your graces lin'd with Cunney,
+  Made to be hang'd about the Nurses neck,
+  Thus, with a Scarfe or Towel.
+
+  _Duke._ Very good.
+
+  _Jaq._ Nay, 'tis well, but had you staid another week,
+  I would have had you furnisht, in such pomp,
+  As never Duke of _Burgundy_ was furnisht,
+  You should have had a Sumpter, though 't had cost me
+  The laying on my self, where now you are fain,
+  To hire a Rippers mare, and buy new dossers,
+  But I have got them painted with your Arms,
+  With a fair darnex Carpet of my own
+  Laid cross for the more state.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ I thank you: your Carpet shall be brusht
+  And sent you home; what, are you ready wife?
+
+  _Duc._ An hour ago.
+
+  _Duke._ I cannot chuse but kiss thy royal Lips,
+  Dear _Duchess_ mine, thou art so good a woman.
+
+  _Bew._ Youl'd say so if you knew all, goodman Duckling.
+
+  _Cos._ This was the happiest fortune could befal me
+  Now in his absence will I follow close
+  Mine own preferment, and I hope e'r long,
+  To make my mean and humble name so strong,
+  As my great Cosins, when the world shall know,
+  I bear too hot a spirit to live low.
+  The next Spring will I down, my wife and houshold,
+  I'll have my Ushers, and my four Lacquies,
+  Six spare Caroches too, but mum, no more,
+  What I intend to do, I'll keep in store.
+
+  _Duke._ Mountey, mountey, _Jaques_, be our Querry.
+
+  _Groom._ To horse there Gentlemen, and fall in couples.
+
+  _Duke._ Come honoured Duchess.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ Stand thou proud man.
+
+  _Duke._ Thieves, _Jaques_, raise the people.
+
+  _Long._ No, raise no people, 'tis the Kings command,
+  Which bids thee once more stand, thou haughty man,
+  Thou art a monster, for thou art ungrateful,
+  And like a fellow of a rebel nature,
+  Hast flung from his embraces: and for
+  His honors given thee, hast not return'd
+  So much as thanks, and to oppose his Will,
+  Resolv'd to leave the Court, and set the Realm
+  A fire, in discontent, and open action:
+  Therefore he bids thee stand, thou proud man,
+  Whilst with the whisking of my sword about,
+  I take thy honors off: this first sad whisk
+  Takes off thy Dukedom, thou art but an Earl.
+
+  _Duke._ You are mistaken, _Longavile_.
+
+  _Long._ Oh would I were: this second whisk divides
+  Thy Earldom from thee, thou art yet a Baron.
+
+  _Duke._ No more whisks if you love me _Longavile_.
+
+  _Long._ Two whisks are past, and two are yet behind,
+  Yet all must come, but not to linger time.
+  With these two whisks I end, now mount _Marine_,
+  For thou art now no more, so says the King,
+  And I have done his Highness Will with grief.
+
+  _Duke._ Degraded from my honors?
+
+  _Long._ 'Tis too certain.
+
+  _Duke._ I am no Traitor sure, that I know of;
+  Speak _Jaques_, hast thou ever heard me utter word
+  Tending to Treason, or to bring in the enemy?
+
+  _Jaq._ Alas Sir, I know nothing,
+  Why should your Worship bring me in to hang me?
+  [God's my judge Gentlemen] I never medled
+  But with the brushing of his cloaths, or fetching
+  In water in a morning for his hands.
+
+  _Cos._ Are these the honors of this place? _Anthony_
+  Help me to take her Gown off quickly,
+  Or I'll so swinge ye for't--
+
+  _Wife._ Why Husband? Sir?
+
+  _Cos._ I'll not loose a penny by this town.
+
+  _Long._ Why what do you mean, Sir, have her to her lodging,
+  And there undress her, I will wait upon her.
+
+  _Cos._ Indeed you shall not, your month is out I take it,
+  Get you out before me wife:
+  Cosin farewel, I told you long agoe,
+  That pride begins with pleasure, ends with woe.   [_Exit with's Wife._
+
+  _Bew._ Goe thy way sentences, 'twill be thy fortune,
+  To live and dye a Cuckold, and Churchwarden.
+
+  _Duc._ Oh my poor Husband! what a heavy fortune
+  Is fallen upon him!
+
+  _Bew._ Methinks 'tis strange,
+  That heaven fore-warning great men of their falls,
+  With such plain tokens, they should not avoid 'em:
+  For the last night betwixt eleven and twelve,
+  Two great and hideous blazing stars were seen
+  To fight a long hour by the clock, the one
+  Drest like a Duke, the other like a King;
+  Till at the last the crowned Star o'er-came.
+
+  _Serv._ Why do ye stand so dead, Monsieur _Marine_?
+
+  _Duke._ So _Cæsar_ fell, when in the Capitol
+  They gave his body two and thirty wounds.
+  Be warned all ye Peers, and by my fall,
+  Hereafter learn to let your wives rule all.
+
+  _Serv._ Monsieur _Marine_, pray let me speak with you;
+  Sir, I must wave you to conceal this party,
+  It stands upon my utter overthrow;
+  Seem not discontented, nor do not stir afoot,
+  For if you do, you and your hope--
+  I swear you are a lost man if you stir.
+  And have an eye to _Bewford_, he'll tempt you.
+
+  _Bew._ Come, come, for shame go down;
+  Were I _Marine_, [by heaven] I would go down:
+  And being there, I would rattle him such an answer
+  Should make him smoke.
+
+  _Duke._ Good Monsieur _Bewford_, peace
+  Leave these rebellious words,
+  Or by the honors which I once enjoyed,
+  And yet may swear by,
+  I'll tell the King of your proceedings;
+  I am satisfied.
+
+  _Wife._ You talkt of going down when 'twas not fit,
+  But now let's see your spirit,
+  A thousand and a thousand will expect it.
+
+  _Duke._ Why wife, are ye mad?
+
+  _Wife._ No, nor drunk, but I'd have you know your own strength.
+
+  _Duke._ You talke like a most foolish woman, wife;
+  I tell you I will stay, yet I have a
+  Crotchet troubles me.
+
+  _Long._ More crotchets yet?
+
+  _Duke._ Follow me _Jaques_, I must have thy counsel,
+  I will return again, stay you there wife.
+
+  _Long._ I fear this loss of honor will give him some few stools.
+
+  _Wif._ No, no, he is resolv'd, he will not
+  Stir a foot, I'll lay my life.
+
+  _Bew._ I, but he's discontented, how shall we resolve that,
+  And make him stay with comfort?
+
+  _Wife._ Faith _Bewford_ we must even let nature work,
+  For he's the sweetest temper'd man for that
+  As one can wish, for let men but go about to fool him,
+  And he'll have his finger as deep in't as the best;
+  But see where he comes frowning, bless us all!
+
+        _Enter Duke._
+
+  _Duke._ Off with your hats, for here doth come
+  The high and mighty Duke of _Burgundy_.
+  What ever you may think, I have thought
+  And thought, and thought upon't, and I find it plain,
+  The King cannot take back what he has given,
+  Unless I forfeit it by course of Law.
+  Not all the water in the River _Seine_,
+  Can wash the blood out of these Princely veins.
+
+  _Wife._ God-a-mercy Husband, thou art the best
+  To work out a thing at a pinch in _France_.
+
+  _Duke._ I will ascend my State again,
+  Duchess, take your place,
+  And let our Champion enter.
+
+  _Long._ Has he his Champion? that's excellent.
+
+  _Duke._ And let loud Musick sound before his entrance.
+  Sound Trumpet.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _in Armor_, _one carrying a Scutcheon before
+        him_, _and a two-handed Sword_.
+
+  _Wife._ How well our Champion doth demean himself,
+  As if he had been made for such an action?
+  Methinks his sturdy truncheon he doth weild,
+  Like _Mars_ approaching to a bloody field.
+
+  _Duke._ I think there's no man so desperate
+  To dare encounter with our Champion,
+  But trust me, _Jaques_, thou hast pleas'd us well;
+  Once more our warlike Musick, then proceed.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ What wondrous age is this! what close proceedings!
+  I hear the clang of Trumpets in this house,
+  To what intent do not our States-men search?
+  Oh no, they look not into simple truth;
+  For I am true, and they regard not me,
+  A man in Armor too: God save the King,
+  The world will end, there's nought but treachery.
+
+  _Jaq._ I _Jaques_, servant to the high and mighty _Godfrey_,
+  Duke of _Burgundy_, do come hither to prove by natural
+  strength, and activity of my body, without the help of sorcery,
+  inchantment, or negromancy, that the said _Godfrey_,
+  late of _Mount Marine_, and now of _Burgundy_, hath perfect
+  right thereto, notwithstanding the Kings command to the
+  contrary, and no other person whatsoever: and in token
+  that I will be ready to make good the same: I throw down
+  my gage, which is my honor, pronounced the 37 of _Feb.
+  Stilo novo_, _God save the_ Duke.
+
+  _Shat._ Of all the plots the King hath laid for me
+  This was the shrewdest, 'tis my life they seek
+  And they shall have it: if I should refuse
+  To accept the challenge in the Kings behalf,
+  They have some cause to take away my life,
+  And if I do accept it, who can tell,
+  But I may fall by doubtful chance of War?
+  'Twas shrew'd, but I must take the least of evils,
+  I take thy gauntlet up, thou treacherous man,
+  That stands in armed Coat against the King.
+  Whom God preserve, and with my single sword,
+  Will justifie whatever he commands;
+  I'll watch him for catching of my words.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ go on, defend our Princely Title.
+
+  _Shat._ Why shrink'st thou back? thou hast an evil cause;
+  Come forward man, I have a rock about me,
+  I fight for my true Liege.
+
+  _Duke._ Go forward _Jaques_.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
+  I will not fight with him, with any else
+  I'll shew my resolution speedily.
+
+  _Shat._ Come, do thy worst, for the King shall see
+  All is not true, that is reported of me.
+
+  _Jaq._ I may not fight with him by Law of Arms.
+
+  _Duke._ What? shall my Title fall? wilt thou not fight?
+
+  _Jaq._ Never with him that once hath sav'd my life.
+
+  _Shat._ Dar'st thou not fight? behold then, I do go
+  Strong with the zeal I bear my Sovereign,
+  And seize upon that haughty man himself.
+  Descend the steps (that thou hast thus usurp'd
+  Against the King and State,) down to the ground,
+  And if thou do utter but a syllable
+  To cross the Kings intent, thou art but dead;
+  There, lye upon the earth, and pine, and dye.
+  Did ever any man wade through such storms
+  To save his life, as poor _Shattillion_?
+
+  _Long._ I fear this challenge hath spoil'd all.
+
+  _Duc._ Ne'er fear it, he'll work it out again, servant.
+  See where _Shattillion's_ Love, poor Lady, comes.
+
+        _Enter Love._
+
+  _Duke. Jaques._
+
+  _Jaq._ Lie still, Sir, if you love your life, I'll whistle when he's
+          gone,
+
+  _Love._ Oh Gentlemen, I charge you by the Love
+  Which you bear to women, take some pitty
+  On this distressed man, help to restore
+  That precious Jewel to him he hath lost.
+
+  _Bew._ Lady, what ever power doth lie in us
+  By Art, or Prayer, or danger, we are yours.
+
+  _Love._ A strange conceit hath wrought this malady,
+  Conceits again must bring him to himself,
+  My strict denial to his Will wrought this:
+  And if you could but draw his wilder thoughts
+  To know me, he would sure recover sense.
+
+  _Long._ That charge I'll undertake.
+
+  _Duke._ Look _Jaques_, look, for Gods sake let me rise,
+  This greatness is a jade, I cannot sit it.
+
+  _Jaq._ His sword is up, and yet he watcheth you.
+
+  _Du._ I'll down again, pray for thy Master, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Shat._ Now the King may see all the suggestions are not true,
+  He hath receiv'd against my loyalty;
+  When all men else refuse, I fight his battels,
+  And thrust my body into dangers mouth;
+  I am become his Champion, and this sword
+  Has taught his enemies to know themselves;
+  Oh that he would no more be jealous of me!
+
+  _Long._ Monsieur _Shattillion_, the King ass[ign]s you,
+  That for this valiant loyal act of yours,
+  He hath forgot all jealousies and fears,
+  And never more will tempt you into danger.
+
+  _Shat._ But how shall I believe this, what new token
+  Of reconcilement will he shew me?
+  Let him release my poor Love from her torment,
+  From her hard fare, and strict imprisonment.
+
+  _Long._ He hath done this to win your after-love,
+  And see your Lady sent you from the King
+  By these two Gentlemen: be thankful for her.
+
+  _Shat._ She lives, she lives, I know her by the power
+  Shoots from her eyes.
+
+  _Love._ Rise dear _Shattillion_.
+
+  _Shat._ I know my duty,
+  Next unto my King, I am to kneel to you.
+
+  _Love._ I'll have you rise, fetch me a chair, sit down _Shat_.
+
+  _Shat._ I am commanded, and faith tell me Mistriss,
+  What usage have you had? pray be plain!
+
+  _Love._ Oh my most lov'd _Shattillion_, pain enough,
+  But now I am free, thanks to my God and King.
+
+  _Long._ His eyes grow very heavy, not a word,
+  That his weak senses may come sweetly home.
+
+  _Shat._ The King is honourable.
+
+  _Duke._ When do you whistle _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaq._ By and by.
+
+  _Long._ Come hither Monsieur, canst thou laugh a little?
+
+  _Serv._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Long._ So thou shalt then. _Bewford_, how dost thou?
+
+  _Bew._ Why well.
+
+  _Long._ I'm glad on't, and how does thy wife?
+
+  _Bew._ Why, you may see her, Sir, she stands behind you.
+
+  _Long._ By the mass she's there indeed, but where's her belly?
+
+  _Bew._ Belly?
+
+  _Long._ Her great belly, man; what hast thou sent thee?
+
+  _Serv._ A Boy, I'll lay my life, it tumbled so.
+
+  _Bew._ Catcht by this light.
+
+  _Long._ I'll be a Gossip _Bewford_.
+
+  _Serv._ And I.
+
+  _Long._ I have an odd Apostle spoon.
+
+  _Bew._ S'foot, catcht.
+
+  _Duc._ Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen?
+
+  _Long._ He's married to your woman.
+
+  _Duc._ And I not know it?
+
+  _Serv._ 'Twas a venial sin.
+
+  _Bew._ Gall, gall, gall.
+
+  _Duc._ Forgive her, Monsieur _Bewford_, 'twas her love.
+
+  _Bew._ You may rise if you please, I must endure it.
+
+  _Long._ See how my great Lord lies upon the ground
+  And dare not stir yet!
+  _Jaques_ whistles?
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_, _Jaques_, is the Kings Champion gon yet?
+
+  _Jaq._ No, but he's asleep.
+
+  _Duke._ Is he asleep art sure?
+
+  _Jaq._ I am sure he is, I hear him snore.
+
+  _Duke._ Then by your favours Gentlemen I rise,
+  And know I am a Duke still.
+
+  _Jaq._ And I am his Champion.
+
+  _Duc._ Hold thee there, and all _France_ cannot mend thee.
+
+  _Duke._ I am a Prince as great within my thoughts
+  As when the whole state did adorn my person;
+  What trial can be made to try a Prince?
+  I will [o]ppose this noble corps of mine
+  To any danger that may end the doubt.
+
+  _Duc._ Great Duke, and Husband, there is but one way
+  To satisfie the world of our true right,
+  And it is dangerous.
+
+  _Duke._ What may it be?
+  Were it to bring the great Turk bound in chains
+  Through _France_ in triumph: or to couple up
+  The _Sophie_, and great _Prestor John_ together,
+  I would attempt it Duchess, tell the course.
+
+  _Duc._ There is a strong opinion through the world,
+  And no doubt, grounded on experience,
+  That Lions will not touch a lawful Prince,
+  If you be confident then of your right,
+  Amongst the Lions bear your naked body,
+  And if you come off clear, and never winch,
+  The world will say you are a perfect Prince.
+
+  _Duke._ I thank you Duchess, for your kind advice,
+  But now we do not affect those ravenous beasts.
+
+  _Long._ A Lion is a beast to try a King;
+  But for the trial of such a state like this
+  _Pliny_ reports a mastive dog will serve.
+
+  _Duke._ We will not deal with dogs at all, but men.
+
+  _Serv._ You shall not need to deal with them at all,
+  Hark you Sir, the King doth know you are a Duke:
+
+  _Duke._ No, does he?
+
+  _Serv._ Yes, and is content you shall be, but with this caution,
+  That none know it but your self:
+  For if ye do, he'll take it away by Act of Parliament.
+
+  _Duke._ Here's my hand, and whilst I live or breath,
+  No living wight shall know I am a Duke.
+
+  _Serv._ Mark me directly, Sir, your wife may know it.
+
+  _Duke._ May not _Jaques_.
+
+  _Serv._ Yes, he may.
+
+  _Duke._ May not my Countrey Cosin?
+
+  _Serv._ By no means, Sir, if you love your life and state.
+
+  _Duke._ Well then, know all, I am no Duke.
+
+  _Serv._ No, I'll swear it.
+
+  _Long._ See, he wakes.
+
+  _Shat._ Where am I, or where have I been all this while?
+  Sleep hath not sate so sound upon mine eyes
+  But I remember well that face;
+  Oh thou too cruel, leave at length to scorn
+  Him that but looking on thy beauty, dies,
+  Either receive me, or put out my eyes.
+
+  _Love._ Dearest _Shattillion_, see upon my knees,
+  I offer up my love, forget my wrongs.
+
+  _Shat._ Art thou mine own?
+
+  _Love._ By heaven I am.
+
+  _Shat._ Then all the world is mine.
+
+  _Love._ I have stranger things to tell thee, my dearest love.
+
+  _Shat._ Tell nothing, but that thou art mine own:
+  I do not care to know where I have been,
+  Or how I have liv'd, or any thing,
+  But that thou art my own.
+
+  _Bew._ Well wife, though 'twere a trick that made us wed,
+  We'll make our selves merry soon in bed.
+
+  _Duke._ Know all, I am no Duke.
+
+  _Wife._ What [saye]?
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques?_
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ I am a Duke.
+
+  _Both._ Are ye?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes faith, yes faith.
+  But it must only run among our selves,
+  And _Jaques_, thou shalt be my Secretary still.
+
+  _Wife._ Kind Gentlemen, lead in _Shattillion_,
+  For he must needs be weak and sickly yet.
+  Now all my labours have a perfect end, as I could wish,
+  Let all young sprightly wives that have
+  Dull foolish coxcombs to their Husbands,
+  Learn by me their duties, what to do,
+  Which is, to make 'em fools, and please 'em too.            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _The Monuments of virtue, and desert,
+  Appear more goodly, when the gloss of Art
+  Is eaten off by time, than when at first
+  They were set up, not censur'd at the worst.
+  We'ave done our best, for your contents to fit,
+  With new pains, this old monument of wit._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  CORONATION.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    _Philocles._
+    _Lisander._
+    _Cassander._
+    _Lisimachus._
+    _Antigonu._
+    _Arcadius._
+    _Macarius._
+    _Seleucus._
+    _Queen._
+    _Charilla._
+    _Polidora._
+    _Nestorius._
+    _Eubulus._
+    _A Bishop._
+    _Polianus._
+    _Sophia._
+    _Demetrius._
+    _Gentlemen and Gentlewomen._
+    _Servants and Attendants._
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Since 'tis become the Title of our Play,
+  A woman once in a [Coronation may]
+  With pardon, speak the_ Prologue, _give as free
+  A welcome to the Theatre, as he
+  That with a little Beard, a long black Cloak,
+  With a starch'd face, and supple leg hath spoke
+  Before the Plays the twelvemonth, let me then
+  Present a welcome to these Gentlemen,
+  If you be kind, and noble, you will not
+  Think the worse of me for my Petticote:
+  But to the Play, the Poet bad me tell
+  His fears first in the Title, lest i[t] swell
+  Some thoughts with expectation of a strain,
+  That but once could be seen in a Kings Reign,
+  This Coronation, he hopes you may
+  See often, while the genius of his Play,
+  Doth prophesie, the Conduits may run Wine,
+  When the days triumph's ended, and divine
+  Brisk Nectar swell his Temple[s] to a rage,
+  With something of more price t' invest the Stage.
+  There rests but to prepare you, that although
+  It be a Coronation, there doth flow
+  No undermirth, such as doth lard the Scene
+  For course delight the language here is clean.
+  And confident, our Poet bade me say,
+  He'll bate you but the folly of a Play.
+  For which, although dull souls his Pen despise,
+  Who thinks it yet too early to be wise.
+  The nobler will thank his Muse, at least
+  Excuse him, cause his thought aim'd at the best,
+  But we conclude not, it does rest in you.
+  To censure Poet, Play, and Prologue too.
+  But what have I omitted? is there not
+  A blush upon my cheeks that I forgot
+  The Ladies, and a Femal Prologue too?
+  Your pardon noble Gentlewomen, you
+  Were first within my thoughts, I know you sit
+  As free, and high Commissioners of wit,
+  Have clear, and active souls, nay, though the men
+  Were lost in your eyes, they'll be found agen,
+  You are the bright intelligences move,
+  And make a harmony this sphere of Love,
+  Be you propitious then, our Poet says,
+  Our wreath from you, is worth their grove of Bayes:_
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus.  Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Phi._ Make way for my Lord Protector.
+
+  _Lisan._ Your graces servants.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, _and_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cas._ I like your diligent waiting, where's _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ I wait upon you, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ The Queen looks pleasant
+  This morning, does she not?
+
+  _Lis._ I ever found
+  Her gracious smiles on me.
+
+  _Cas._ She does consult
+  Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy,
+  But in the assurance of her love to thee,
+  I should advance thy hopes another way,
+  And use the power I have in _Epire_, to
+  Settle our own, and uncontrouled greatness;
+  But since she carries her self so fairly,
+  I am content to expect, and by her marriage
+  Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition
+  Now, be still careful in thy applications
+  To her, I must attend other affairs,
+  Return, and use what Art thou canst to lay
+  More charms of love upon her.
+
+  _Lis._ I presume
+  She always speaks the language of her heart,
+  And I can be ambitious for no more
+  Happiness on earth, than she encourages
+  Me to expect.
+
+  _Cas._ It was an act becoming
+  The wisdom of her Father to engage
+  A tye between our Families, and she
+  Hath play'd her best discretion to allow it;
+  But we lose time in conference, wait on her,
+  And be what thou wert born for, King of _Epire_,
+  I must away.                                                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Lis._ Success ever attend you.
+  Is not the Queen yet coming forth?
+
+  _Lisa._ Your servant,
+  You may command our duties,
+  This is the Court Star, _Philocles_.
+
+  _Phi._ The Star that we must sail by.
+
+  _Lisa._ All must borrow
+  A light from him, the young Queen directs all
+  Her favours that way.
+
+  _Phi._ He's a noble Gentleman,
+  And worthy of his expectations:
+  Too good to be the son of such a Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ Peace, remember he is Lord Protector.
+
+  _Phil._ We have more need of Heavens Protection
+  I' th' mean time, I wonder the old King
+  Did in his life, design him for the office.
+
+  _Lisa._ He might expect his faith, I have heard when
+  The King, who was no _Epirote_, advanc'd
+  His claim, _Cassander_, our Protector now,
+  Young then, oppos'd him toughly with his faction,
+  But forc'd to yield, had fair conditions,
+  And was declar'd by the whole State, next heir;
+  If the King wanted issue, our hopes only
+  Thriv'd in this daughter.
+
+  _Phi._ Whom but for her smiles
+  And hope of marriage with _Lisimachus_,
+  His Father, by some cunning, had remov'd
+  E'r this.
+
+  _Lisa._ Take heed, the Arras may have ears
+  I should not weep much if his grace would hence
+  Remove to Heaven.
+
+  _Phi._ I prethee what should he do there?
+
+  _Lisa._ Some Offices will fall.
+
+  _Phi._ And the Skie too, e'r I get one stair higher
+  While he's in place.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ _Lisander_, _Philocles_,
+  How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen?
+
+  _Phi._ In her bed-chamber.
+
+  _Ant._ Who was with her?
+
+  _Lisa._ None but the young Lord _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Ant._ 'Tis no treason
+  If a man wish himself a Courtier
+  Of such a possibility: he has
+  The mounting fate.
+
+  _Phi._ I would his Father were
+  Mounted to th' gallows.
+
+  _Ant._ He has a path fair enough,
+  If he survive by title of his Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ The Queen will hasten his ascent.
+
+  _Phi._ Would I were Queen.
+
+  _Ant._ Thou wou'dst become rarely the petticoat,
+  What wou'dst thou do?
+
+  _Phi._ Why, I wou'd marry
+  My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength
+  And burden of my State upon his legs,
+  Rather than be call'd wife by any son
+  Of such a Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ Come, let's leave this subject,
+  We may find more secure discourse; when saw
+  You young _Arcadius_, Lord _Macarius's_ Nephew?
+
+  _Ant._ There's a spark, a youth moulded for a Favourite,
+  The Queen might do him honor.
+
+  _Phi._ Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match
+  Now for her Virgin blood.
+
+  _Lisa._ Must every man
+  That has a handsome face or leg, feed such
+  Ambition: I confess I honor him,
+  He has a nimble soul, and gives great hope
+  To be no woman-hater, dances handsomly,
+  Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes
+  To th' making of a Prince. He's here
+  And's Uncle.
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius, Macarius, Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me
+  To find my Lord Protector?
+
+  _Lisa._ He was here
+  Within this half hour, young _Lisimachus_
+  His Son is with the Queen.
+
+  _Sel._ There let him compliment,
+  I have other business, ha, _Arcadius_!                        [_Exit._
+
+  _Phi._ Observ'd you, with what eyes _Arcadius_
+  And he saluted, their two families
+  Will hardly reconcile.
+
+  _Ant._ _Seleucus_ carries
+  Himself too roughly; with what pride and scorn
+  He past by 'em.
+
+  _Lisa._ Th'other with less shew
+  Of anger, carries pride enough in's soul,
+  I wish 'em all at peace, _Macarius_ looks
+  Are without civil war, a good old man,
+  The old King lov'd him well, _Seleucus_ Father
+  Was as dear to him, and maintain'd the character
+  Of an honest Lord through _Epire_: that two men
+  So lov'd of others, should be so unwelcome
+  To one another.
+
+  _Arc._ The Queen was not wont to send for me.
+
+  _Mac._ The reason's to her self,
+  It will become your duty to attend her.
+
+  _Arc._ Save you Gentlemen, what novelty
+  Does the Court breathe to day?
+
+  _Lisa._ None Sir, the news
+  That took the last impression is, that you
+  Purpose to leave the Kingdom, and those men,
+  That honor you, take no delight to hear it.
+
+  _Arc._ I have ambition to see the difference
+  Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights
+  At home do surfet, and the Mistriss, whom
+  We all do serve, is fixt upon one object,
+  Her beams are too much pointed, but no Countrey
+  Shall make me lose your memories.
+
+        _Enter Queen_, Lisimachus, Macarius, Charilla.
+
+  _Qu._ _Arcadius._
+
+  _Mac._ Your Lordship honor'd me,
+  I have no blessing in his absence.
+
+  _Lis._ 'Tis done like a pious Uncle.
+
+  _Qu._ We must not
+  Give any licence.
+
+  _Arc._ If your Majesty
+  Would please.
+
+  _Qu._ We are not pleas'd, it had become your duty,
+  To have first acquainted us, e'r you declar'd
+  Your resolution publick, is our Court
+  Not worth your stay?
+
+  _Arc._ I humbly beg your pardon.
+
+  _Qu._ Where's _Lysimachus_?
+
+  _Lis._ Your humble servant, Madam.
+
+  _Qu._ We shall find
+  Employment at home for you, do not lose us.
+
+  _Arc._ Madam, I then write my self blest on earth
+  When I may do you service.
+
+  _Qu._ We would be private, _Macarius_.
+
+  _Mac._ Madam, you have blest me,
+  Nothing but your command could interpose to
+  Stay him.
+
+  _Qu._ _Lisimachus_,
+  You must not leave us.
+
+  _Lisa._ Nothing but _Lisimachus_? has she not
+  Ta'en a philter?
+
+  _Qu._ Nay, pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you,
+  Must be excus'd.
+
+  _Lisi._ It will become my duty.
+
+  _Qu._ Not your love?
+  I know you would not have me look upon
+  Your person as a Courtier, not as Favorite;
+  That Title were too narrow to express
+  How we esteem you.
+
+  _Lis._ The least of all
+  These names from you, Madam, is grace enough.
+
+  _Qu._ Yet here you wou'd not rest?
+
+  _Lis._ Not if you please:
+  To say there is a happiness beyond,
+  And teach my ambition how to make it mine,
+  Although the honors you already have
+  Let fall upon your servant, exceed all
+  My merit; I have a heart is studious
+  To reach it with desert, and make i[f] possible
+  Your favor's mine by justice, with your pardon.
+
+  _Qu._ We are confident this needs no pardon, Sir,
+  But a reward to cherish your opinion,
+  And that you may keep warm your passion,
+  Know we resolve for marriage, and if
+  I had another gift, beside my self,
+  Greater, in that you should discern, how much
+  My heart is fixt.
+
+  _Lis._ Let me digest my blessing.
+
+  _Qu._ But I cannot resolve when this shall be.
+
+  _Lis._ How Madam? do not make me dream of Heaven,
+  And wake me into misery, if your purpose
+  Be, to immortalize your humble servant,
+  Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here
+  The copies of Eternity, and create,
+  When they but will our happiness.
+
+  _Qu._ I shall
+  Believe you mock me in this argument,
+  I have no power.
+
+  _Lis._ How, no power?
+
+  _Qu._ Not as a Queen.
+
+  _Lis._ I understand you not.
+
+  _Qu._ I must obey, your Father's my Protector.
+
+  _Lis._ How?
+
+  _Qu._ When I am absolute, _Lisimachus_,
+  Our power and Titles meet, before, we are but
+  A shadow, and to give you that were nothing.
+
+  _Lis._ Excellent Queen,
+  My love took no original from State,
+  Or the desire of other greatness,
+  Above what my birth may challenge modestly,
+  I love your virtues; mercenary souls
+  Are taken with advancement, you've an Empire
+  Within you, better than the worlds, to that
+  Looks my ambition.
+
+  _Qu._ T'other is not, Sir,
+  To be despis'd, Cosmography allows
+  _Epire_, a place i' th' Map, and know till I
+  Possess what I was born to, and alone
+  Do grasp the Kingdoms Scepter, I account
+  My self divided, he that marries me
+  Shall take an [a]bsolute Queen to his warm bosom,
+  My temples yet are naked, until then
+  Our Loves can be but compliments, and wishes,
+  Yet very hearty ones.
+
+  _Lis._ I apprehend.
+
+  _Qu._ Your Father.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander _and_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Cas._ Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit.
+
+  _Qu._ 'Tis in your power to grant, you are Protector,
+  I am not yet a Queen.
+
+  _Cas._ How's this?
+
+  _Lis._ I shall expound her meaning.
+
+  _Qu._ Why kneel you, Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ Madam, to reconcile two families
+  That may unite, both Counsels and their blood
+  To serve your Crown.
+
+  _Qu._ _Macarius_, and _Eubulus_
+  That beare inveterate malice to each other.
+  It grew, as I have heard, upon the question
+  Which some of either family had made
+  Which of their Fathers was the best Commander:
+  If we believe our stories, they have both
+  Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrel
+  Has cost too many lives, a severe faction.
+
+  _Sel._ But I'll propound a way to plant a quiet
+  And peace in both our houses, which are torn
+  With their dissentions, and lose the glory
+  Of their great names, my blood speaks my relation
+  To _Eubulus_, and I wish my veins were emptied
+  To appease their war.
+
+  _Qu._ Thou hast a noble soul,
+  This is a charity above thy youth,
+  And it flows bravely from thee, name the way.
+
+  _Sel._ In such a desperate cause, a little stream
+  Of blood might purge the foulness of their hearts
+  If you'll prevent a deluge.
+
+  _Qu._ Be particular.
+
+  _Sel._ Let but your Majesty consent that two
+  May with their personal valour, undertake
+  The honor of their family, and determine
+  Their difference.
+
+  _Qu._ This rather will inlarge
+  Their hate, and be a means to call more blood
+  Into the stream.
+
+  _Sel._ Not if both families
+  Agree, and swear--
+
+  _Qu._ And who shall be the Champions?
+
+  _Sel._ I beg the honor, for _Eubulus_ cause
+  To be ingag'd, if any for _Macarius_,
+  Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it,
+  I am confident, _Arcadius_,
+  For honor would direct me to his sword,
+  Will not deny, to stake against my life
+  His own, if you vouchsafe us priviledge.
+
+  _Qu._ You are the expectation, and top boughs
+  Of both your houses, it would seem injustice,
+  To allow a civil war to cut you off,
+  And your selves the instruments, besides
+  You appear a soldier; _Arcadius_
+  Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged war,
+  More fit to drill a Lady, than expose
+  His body to such dangers: a small wound
+  I'th' head, may spoil the method of his hair,
+  Whose curiosity exacts more time,
+  Than his devotion, and who knows but he
+  May lose his ribond by it in his lock,
+  Dear as his Saint, with whom he would exchange
+  His head, for her gay colours; then his band
+  May [b]e disorder'd, and transform'd from Lace
+  To Cutwork, his rich cloaths be discomplexioned
+  With bloud, beside the infashionable slashes:
+  And at the next Festival take Physick,
+  Or put on black, and mourn for his slain breeches:
+  His hands cas'd up in gloves all night, and sweet
+  _Pomatum_: the next day may be endanger'd
+  To blisters with a sword, how can he stand
+  Upon his guard, who hath Fidlers in his head,
+  To which, his feet must ever be a dancing?
+  Beside a falsify may spoil his cringe,
+  Or making of a leg, in which consists
+  Much of his Court-perfection.
+
+  _Sel._ Is this Character
+  Bestow'd on him?
+
+  _Qu._ It something may concern the Gentleman,
+  Whom if you please to challenge
+  To Dance, play on the Lute, or Sing.
+
+  _Sel._ Some [catch]?
+
+  _Qu._ He shall not want those will maintain him
+  For any sum.
+
+  _Sel._ You are my Sovereign,
+  I dare not think, yet I must speak somewhat,
+  I shall burst else, I have no skill in Jiggs,
+  Nor Tumbling.
+
+  _Qu._ How Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ Nor was I born a Minstrel, and in this you have
+  So infinitely disgrac'd _Arcadius_.
+  But that I have heard another Character,
+  And with your royal Licence do believe it,
+  I should not think him worth my killing.
+
+  _Qu._ Your killing?
+
+  _Sel._ Does she not jeer me;
+  I shall talk treason presently, I find it
+  At my tongues end already, this is an
+  Affront, I'll leave her.
+
+  _Qu._ Come back, do you know _Arcadius_?
+
+  _Sel._ I ha' chang'd but little breath with him; our persons
+  Admit no familiarity; we were
+  Born to live both at distance, yet I ha' seen him
+  Fight, and fight bravely.
+
+  _Qu._ When the spirit of Wine
+  Made his brain valiant, he fought bravely.
+
+  _Sel._ Although he be my enemy, should any
+  Of the gay flies that buzze about the Court,
+  Sit to catch trouts i'th' summer, tell me so,
+  I durst in any presence but your own.
+
+  _Qu._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Tell him he were not honest.
+
+  _Qu._ I see _Sele[u]cus_, thou art resolute,
+  And I but wrong'd _Arcadius_, your first
+  Request is granted, you shall fight, and he
+  That conquers be rewarded, to confirm
+  First place and honor to his Family:
+  Is it not this you plead for?
+
+  _Sel._ You are gracious.
+
+  _Qu._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lis._ Madam.
+
+  _Cas._ She has granted then?
+
+  _Sel._ With much ado.
+
+  _Cas._ I wish thy sword may open
+  His wanton veins, _Macarius_ is too popular,
+  And has taught him to insinuate.
+
+  _Qu._ It shall
+  But haste the confirmation of our loves,
+  And ripen the delights of marriage, _Seleucus_.       [_Exit cum_ Sel.
+
+  _Lis._ As I guest,
+  It cannot be too soon.
+
+  _Cas._ To morrow then we crown her, and invest
+  My Son with Majesty, 'tis to my wishes,
+  Beget a race of Princes, my _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Lis._ First, let us marry, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ Thy brow was made
+  To wear a golden circle, I'm transported,
+  Thou shalt rule her, and I will govern thee.
+
+  _Lis._ Although you be my Father, that will not
+  Concern my obedience, as I take it.
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, Lisander, _and_ Antigonus.
+
+  Gentlemen,
+  Prepare your selves for a solemnity
+  Will turn the Kingdom into triumph, _Epire_
+  Look fresh to morrow, 'twill become your duties
+  In all your glory, to attend the Queen
+  At her Coronation, she is pleased to make
+  The next day happy in our Calendar,
+  My office doth expire, and my old blood
+  Renews with thought on't.
+
+  _Phi._ How's this?
+
+  _Ant._ Crown'd to morrow.
+
+  _Lisa._ And he so joyful to resign his Regency,
+  There's some trick in't, I do not like these hasty
+  Proceedings, and whirls of state, they have commonl[y]
+  As strange and violent effects; well, heaven save the Queen.
+
+  _Phi._ Heaven save the Queen, say I, and send her a sprightly
+  Bed-fellow, for the Protector, let him pray for
+  Himself, he is like to have no benefit of my devotion.
+
+  _Cas._ But this doth quicken my old heart, _Lisimachus_,
+  There is not any step into her throne,
+  But is the same degree of thy own state;
+  Come Gentlemen.
+
+  _Lisa._ We attend your grace.
+
+  _Cas._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lisi._ What heretofore could happen to mankind
+  Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in
+  _Sophias_ marriage of all Queens the best,
+  Heaven will come down to earth, to make me blest.              [_Exe._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius _and_ Polydora.
+
+  _Pol._ Indeed you shall not go.
+
+  _Arc._ Whither?
+
+  _Pol._ To travel,
+  I know you see me, but to take your leave,
+  But I must never yield to such an absence.
+
+  _Arc._ I prethee leave thy fears, I am commanded
+  To th' contrary, I wonot leave thee now.
+
+  _Pol._ Commanded? by whom?
+
+  _Arc._ The Queen.
+
+  _Pol._ I am very glad, for trust me, I could think
+  Of thy departure with no comfort, thou
+  Art all the joy I have, half of my soul,
+  But I must thank the Queen now for thy company,
+  I prethee, what could make thee so desirous
+  To be abroad?
+
+  _Arc._ Only to get an appetite
+  To thee _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ Then you must provoke it.
+
+  _Arc._ Nay, prethee do not so mistake thy servant.
+
+  _Pol._ Perhaps you surfeit with my Love.
+
+  _Arc._ Thy love?
+
+  _Pol._ Although I have no beauty to compare
+  With the best faces, I have a heart above
+  All competition.
+
+  _Arc._ Thou art jealous now,
+  Come let me take the kiss I gave thee last,
+  I am so confident of thee, no Lip
+  Has ravisht it from thine; I prethee come
+  To Court.
+
+  _Pol._ For what?
+
+  _Arc._ There is the throne for beauty.
+
+  _Pol._ 'Tis safer dwelling here.
+
+  _Arc._ There's none will hurt,
+  Or dare but think an ill to _Polydora_,
+  The greatest will be proud to honor thee.
+  Thy luster wants the admiration here:
+  There thou wot shine indeed, and strike a reverence
+  Into the gazer.
+
+  _Pol._ You can flatter too.
+
+  _Arc._ No praise of thee can be thought so, thy virtue
+  Will deserve all, I must confess, we Courtiers
+  Do oftentimes commend to shew our Art,
+  There is necessity sometimes to say,
+  This Madam breaths _Arabian_ Gumms,
+  Amber and Cassia; though while we are praising,
+  We wish we had no nostrils to take in
+  Th' offensive steam of her corrupted Lungs.
+  Nay, some will swear they love their Mistriss,
+  Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve
+  One of her hairs brighter than _Berinices_;
+  Or young _Apollo's_, and yet after this,
+  A favour from another toy would tempt him
+  To laugh, while the officious hangman whips
+  Her head off.
+
+  _Pol._ Fine men.
+
+  _Arc._ I am none of these,
+  Nay, there are women _Polidora_, too
+  That can do pretty well at flatteries;
+  Make men believe they dote, will languish for 'em,
+  Can kiss a Jewel out of one, and dally
+  A carcanet of Diamonds from another,
+  Weep into th' bosome, of a third, and make
+  Him drop as many Pearls; they count it nothing
+  To talk a reasonable heir within ten days
+  Out of his whole Estate, and make him mad
+  He has no more wealth to consume.
+
+  _Pol._ You'll teach me
+  To think I may be flattered in your promises,
+  Since you live where this Art is most profest.
+
+  _Arc._ I dare not be so wicked _Polidora_,
+  The Infant errors of the Court I may
+  Be guilty of, but never to abuse
+  So rare a goodness, nor indeed did ever
+  Converse with any of those shames of Court,
+  To practise for base ends; be confident
+  My heart is full of thine, and I so deeply
+  Carry the figure of my _Polydora_,
+  It is not in the power of time or distance
+  To cancel it, by all that's blest I love thee:
+  Love thee above all women, dare invoke
+  A curse when I forsake thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Let it be some
+  Gentle one.
+
+  _Arc._ Teach me an oath I prethee,
+  One strong enough to bind, if thou dost find
+  Any suspition of my faith, or else
+  Direct me in some horrid imprecation:
+  When I forsake thee for the love of other
+  Women, may heaven reward my apostacy
+  To blast my greatest happiness on earth,
+  And make all joys abortive.
+
+  _Pol._ Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry
+  Too great a penalty for breach of Love
+  To me, I am not worth thy suffering,
+  You do not know, what beauty may invite
+  Your change, what happiness may tempt your eye
+  And heart together.
+
+  _Arc._ Should all the graces of your sex conspire
+  In one, and she should court [me], with a Dowry,
+  Able to buy a Kingdom, when I give
+  My heart from _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ I suspect not,
+  And to requite thy constancy, I swear.
+
+  _Arc._ 'Twere sin to let thee waste thy breath
+  I have assurance of thy noble thoughts.
+
+        _Enter a Servant._
+
+  _Serv._ My Lord, your Uncle hath been every where
+  I' th' Court inquiring for you, his looks speak
+  Some earnest cause.
+
+  _Arc._ I am more acquainted with
+  Thy virtue, than to imagine thou wilt not
+  Excuse me now, one kiss dismisses him
+  Whose heart shall wait on _Polidora_ prethee
+  Let me not wish for thy return too often,
+  My Father.
+
+        _Enter_ Nestorius, _and a servant_.
+
+  _Nes._ I met _Arcadius_ in strange haste, he told me
+  He had been with thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Some affair too soon
+  Ravish'd him hence, his Uncle sent for him
+  You came now from Court: how looks the Queen
+  This golden morning?
+
+  _Nes._ Like a Bride, her soul
+  Is all on mirth, her eyes have quick'ning fires,
+  Able to strike a spring into the earth,
+  In winter.
+
+  _Pol._ Then _Lisimachus_ can have
+  No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams.
+
+  _Nes._ His politick Father the Protector smiles too,
+  Resolve to see the ceremony of the Queen
+  'Twill be a day of state.
+
+  _Pol._ I am not well.
+
+  _Nes._ How! not well? retire then, I must return
+  My attendance is expected, _Polidora_,
+  Be careful of thy health.
+
+  _Pol._ It will concern me.                                    [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius, _and_ Macarius.
+
+  _Arc._ You amaze me, Sir.
+
+  _Mac._ Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety
+  My honor, or my age, remove thy self,
+  Thy life's in danger.
+
+  _Arc._ Mine? who's my enemy?
+
+  _Mac._ Take horse, and instantly forsake the City,
+  Or else within some unsuspected dwelling,
+  Obscure thy self, stay not to know the reason.
+
+  _Arc._ Sir, I beseech your pardon, which i' th' number
+  Of my offences unto any, should
+  Provoke this dishonourable flight?
+
+  _Mac._ I would, when I petition'd for thy stay,
+  I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowst not
+  What threatens thee.
+
+  _Arc._ I would desire to know it,
+  I am in no conspiracy of treason,
+  Have ravish'd no mans Mistriss, not so much
+  As given the lye to any, what should mean
+  Your strange and violent fears, I will [n]ot stir
+  Until you make me sensible I have lost
+  My innocence.
+
+  _Mac._ I must not live to see
+  Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin
+  To rip thy Fathers Marble, and fetch from
+  The reverend vault, his ashes, and disperse them
+  By some rude winds, where none should ever find
+  The sacred dust: it was his Legacy,
+  The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven
+  I [sh]ould preserve _Arcadius_, whose fate
+  He prophesied in death, would need protection,
+  Thou wot disturb his ghost, and call it to
+  Affright my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me.
+
+  _Arc._ You more inflame me, to enquire the cause
+  Of your distraction, and you'll arm me better
+  Than any coward flight by acquainting me
+  Whose malice aims to kill me, good Sir tell me.
+
+  _Mac._ Then prayers and tears assist me.
+
+  _Arc._ Sir.
+
+  _Mac._ _Arcadius_,
+  Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit
+  Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed,
+  Till I prevent this mischief.                                 [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, Lisander.
+
+  _Arc._ Ha, keep off.
+
+  _Phi._ What mean you, Sir?
+
+  _Lis._ We are your friends.
+
+  _Arc._ I know your faces, but
+  Am not secure, I would not be betraid.
+
+  _Lis._ You wrong our hearts, who truly honor you.
+
+  _Arc._ They say I must be kill'd.
+
+  _Phi._ By whom?
+
+  _Arc._ I know not, nor wou'd I part with life so tamely.
+
+  _Phi._ We dare engage ours in your quarrel, hide
+  Your sword, it may beget suspition,
+  It's enough to question you.
+
+  _Arc._ I am confident;
+  Pray pardon me, come, I despise all danger:
+  Yet a dear friend of mine, my Uncle told me
+  He would not see my body full of wounds.
+
+  _Lis._ Your Uncle, this is strange.
+
+  _Arc._ Yes, my honest Uncle,
+  If my unlucky Stars have pointed me
+  So dire a fate.
+
+  _Phi._ There is some strange mistake in't.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ _Arcadius_, the Queen would speak with you,
+  You must make haste.
+
+  _Ar[c]._ Though to my death, I flie
+  Upon her summons I give up my breath
+  Then willingly, if she command it from me.
+
+  _Phi._ This does a little trouble me.
+
+  _Lis._ I know not
+  What to imagine, something is the ground
+  Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not
+  Any such danger as he apprehends.
+
+        _Enter_ Queen, Lisimachus, Macarius, Eubulus, Seleucus,
+        Arcadius, _Ladies, Attendants and Gent._
+
+  _Qu._ We have already granted to _Seleucus_
+  And they shall try their valour, if _Arcadius_
+  Have spirit in him to accept the challenge,
+  Our Royal word is past.
+
+  _Phi._ This is strange.
+
+  _Eub._ Madam, my son knew not what he ask'd,
+  And you were cruel to consent so soon.
+
+  _Mac._ Wherein have I offended, to be rob'd
+  At once, of all the wealth I have, _Arcadius_
+  Is part of me.
+
+  _Eub._ _Seleucus's_ life and mine
+  Are twisted on one thred, both stand or fall
+  Together, hath the service for my Countrey
+  Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping
+  To my eternal home? Was't not enough
+  When I was young, to lose my bloud in wars,
+  But the poor remnant that is scarcely warm
+  And faintly creeping through my wither'd veins
+  Must be let out to make you sport.
+
+  _Mac._ How can
+  We, that shall this morn see the sacred oyl,
+  Fall on your Virgin tresses, hope for any
+  Protection hereafter, when this day
+  You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you.
+  _Arcadius_, I prethee speak thy self,
+  It is for thee I plead.
+
+  _Eub._ _Seleucus_, kneel
+  And say thou hast repented thy rash suit;
+  If e'er I see thee fight, I be thus wounded,
+  How will the least drop forc'd from thy veins,
+  Afflict my heart.
+
+  _Mac._ Why, that's good;
+  _Arcadius_, speak to her; hear him Madam.
+
+  _Arc._ If you call back this honor you have done me
+  I shall repent I live, doe not perswade me:
+  _Seleucus_, thou art a noble enemy,
+  And I will love thy soul, though I despair
+  Our bodies friendly conversation:
+  I would we were to tugg upon some cliffe,
+  Or like two prodigies i'th' air, our conflict
+  Might generally be gaz'd at, and our bloud
+  Appease our grandsires ashes.
+
+  _Mac._ I am undone.
+
+  _Sel._ Madam, my father says I have offended,
+  If so, I beg your pardon, but beseech you
+  For your own glory, call not back your word.
+
+  _Eub._ They are both mad.
+
+  _Qu._ No more, we have resolv'd,
+  And since their courage is so nobly flam'd,
+  This morning we'll behold the Champions
+  Within the List, be not afraid, their strife
+  Will stretch so far as death, so soon as we
+  Are Crown'd, prepare your selves, _Seleucus_.      [_Kisses her hand._
+
+  _Sel._ I have receiv'd another life in this high favour,
+  And may lose what nature gave me.
+
+  _Qu._ _Arcadius_, to encourage thy young valour,
+  We give thee our Fathers sword.
+  Command it from our Armory; _Lisimachus_,
+  To our Coronation.                                          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Sel._ I'll forfeit
+  My head for a rebellion, than suffer it.                      [_Exit._
+
+  _Arc._ I am circled with confusions, I'll do somewhat
+  My brains and friends assist me.                              [_Exit._
+
+  _Phi._ But do you think they'll fight indeed?
+
+  _Lis._ Perhaps
+  Her Majesty will see a bout or two.
+  And yet 'tis wondrous strange, such spectacles
+  Are rare i'th' Court, and they were to skirmish naked
+  Before her, then there might be some excuse.
+  There is gimcracks in't, the Queen is wise
+  Above her years.
+
+  _Phi._ _Macarius_ is perplex'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Lis._ I cannot blame him, but my Lord _Eubulus_
+  Returns, they are both troubled, 'las good men,
+  But our duties are expected, we forget.              [_Ex._ Phil. Lis.
+
+  _Eub._ I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe,
+  My brains upon the torture.
+
+  _Mac._ This may quit
+  The hazard of his person, whose least drop
+  Of blood, is worth more than our families.
+  My Lord _Eubulus_, I have thought a way
+  To stay the young mens desperate proceedings,
+  It is our cause they fight, let us beseech
+  The Queen, to grant us two the priviledge
+  Of Duel, rather than expose their lives
+  To eithers fury; it were pity they
+  Should run upon so black a destiny,
+  We are both old, and may be spar'd, a pair
+  Of fruitless trees, mossie, and wither'd trunks,
+  That fill up too much room.
+
+  _Eub._ Most willingly,
+  And I will praise her charity to allow it;
+  I have not yet forg[o]t to use a sword,
+  Let's lose no time, by this act, she will licence
+  Our souls to leave our bodies but a day,
+  Perhaps an hour the sooner; they may live
+  To do her better service, and be friends
+  When we are dead, and yet I have no hope
+  This will be granted, curse upon our faction.
+
+  _Mac._ If she deny us--
+
+  _Eub._ What?
+
+  _Mac._ I wou'd do somewhat--
+
+  _Eub._ There's something o' th' suddain struck upon
+  My imagination that may secure us.
+
+  _Mac._ Name it, if no dishonor wait upon't
+  To preserve them, I'll accept any danger.
+
+  _Eub._ There is no other way, and yet my heart
+  Would be excus'd, but 'tis to save his life.
+
+  _Mac._ Speak it _Eubulus_.
+
+  _Eub._ In your ear I shall,
+  It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it.
+
+  _Mac._ Hum? though it stir my bloud, I'll meet _Arcadius_,
+  If this preserve thee not, I must unseal
+  Another mistery.                                              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Queen_, Lisimachus, Cassander, Charilla, Lisander,
+        Philocles, Antigonus.
+
+  _Qu._ We owe to all your loves, and will deserve
+  At least by our endeavours, that none may
+  This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector.
+
+  _Cas._ Madam, I have no
+  Such Title now, and am blest to lose
+  That name so happily: I was but trusted
+  With a glorious burden.
+
+  _Qu._ You have prov'd
+  Your self our faithful Counsellor, and must still
+  Protect our growing state: a Kingdoms Scepter
+  Weighs down a womans arm, this Crown sits heavy
+  Upon my brow already, and we know
+  There's something more than mettal in this wreath,
+  Of shining glory, but your faith, and counsel,
+  That are familiar with mysteries,
+  And depths of state, have power to make us fit
+  For such a bearing, in which both you shall
+  Doe loyal service, and reward your Duties.
+
+  _Cas._ Heaven preserve your Highness.
+
+  _Qu._ But yet my Lords and Gentlemen, let none
+  Mistake me, that because I urge your wisdoms,
+  I shall grow careless, and impose on you
+  The managing of this great Province, no,
+  We will be active too, and as we are
+  In dignity above your persons, so,
+  The greatest portion of the difficulties
+  We call to us, you in your several places
+  Relieving us with your experience,
+  Observing in your best directions
+  All modesty, and distance; for although
+  We are but young, no action shall forfeit
+  Our royal priviledge, or encourage any
+  Too unreverent boldness; as it will become
+  Our honor to consult, e'r we determine
+  Of the most necessary things of state,
+  So we are sensible of a check,
+  But in a brow, that saucily controuls
+  Our action, presuming on our years
+  As few, or frailty of our sex; that head
+  Is not secure, that dares our power or justice.
+
+  _Phi._ She has a brave spirit, look how the Protector
+  Grows pale already.
+
+  _Qu._ But I speak to you
+  Are perfect in obedience, and may spare
+  This Theme, yet 'twas no immat[eriall]
+  Part of our character, since I desire
+  All should take notice, I have studied
+  The knowledge of my self, by which I shall
+  Better distinguish of your worth and persons
+  In your relations to us.
+
+  _Lis._ This language
+  Is but a threatening to some body.
+
+  _Qu._ But we miss some, that use not to absent
+  Their duties from us, where's _Macarius_?
+
+  _Cas._ Retir'd to grieve, your Majesty hath given
+  Consent, _Arcadius_ should enter the List
+  To day with young _Seleucus._
+
+  _Qu._ We purpose
+
+        _Enter Gentleman._
+
+  They shall proceed, what's he?
+
+  _Phil._ A Gentleman belonging to _Seleucus_ that gives notice
+  He is prepar'd, and waits your royal pleasure.
+
+  _Qu._ He was compos'd for action, give notice
+  To _Arcadius_, and admit the challenger:
+  Let other Princes boast their gaudy tilting,
+  And mockery of battles, but our triumph
+  Is celebrated with true noble valour.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus, Arcadius, _at several doors, their Pages
+        before them, bearing their Targets_.
+
+  Two young men spirited enough to have
+  Two kingdoms staked upon their swords, _Lisimachus_
+  Do not they excellently become their arms?
+  'Twere pity but they should do something more
+  Then wave their plumes.                             [_A shout within._
+  What noise is that?
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius, _and_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Mac._ The peoples joy to know us reconcil'd,
+  Is added to the jubile of the day,
+  We have no more a faction but one heart,
+  Peace flow in every bosom.
+
+  _Eub._ Throw away
+  These instruments of death, and like two friends
+  Embrace by our example.
+
+  _Qu._ This unfein'd?
+
+  _Mac._ By our duties to your self, dear Madam
+  Command them not advance, our houses from
+  This minute are incorporated; happy day
+  Our eyes at which before revenge look'd forth,
+  May clear suspition, oh my _Arcadius_!
+
+  _Eub._ We have found a nearer way to friendship, Madam,
+  Than by exposing them to fight for us.
+
+  _Qu._ If this be faithful, our desires are blest.
+  We had no thought to waste, but reconcile
+  Your bloud this way, and we did prophesie
+  This happy chance, spring into eithers bosom,
+  _Arcadius_ and _Seleucus_, what can now
+  Be added to this days felicity?
+  Yes, there is something, is there not my Lord?
+  While we are Virgin Queen.
+
+  _Cas._ Ha, that string
+  Doth promise Musick.
+
+  _Qu._ I am yet my Lords
+  Your single joy, and when I look upon,
+  What I have took, to manage the great care
+  Of this most flourishing kingdom, I incline
+  To think I shall do justice to my self,
+  If I choose one, whose strength and virtue may
+  Assist my undertaking, think you Lords,
+  A Husband would not help?
+
+  _Lis._ No question, Madam,
+  And he that [you purpose to make] so blest
+  Must needs be worthy of our humblest duty,
+  It is the general vote.
+
+  _Qu._ We will not then
+  Trouble Ambassadors to treat with any
+  Princes abroad, within our own dominion,
+  Fruitful in honor, we shall make our choice;
+  And that we may not keep you over long
+  In th[e] imagination, from this circle, we
+  Have purpose to elect; one, whom I shall
+  Salute a King and Husband.
+
+  _Lisa._ Now my Lord _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Que._ Nor shall we in this action be accus'd
+  Of rashness, since the man we shall declare
+  Deserving our affection, hath been early
+  In our opinion, which had reason first
+  To guide it, and his known nobility
+  Long marry'd to our thoughts, will justifie
+  Our fair election.
+
+  _Phi._ _Lisimachus_ blushes.
+
+  _Cas._ Direct our duties, Madam, to pray for him.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius_, you see from whence we come,
+  Pray lead us back, you may ascend.        [_She comes from the State._
+
+  _Cas._ How's this? o're-reach'd?
+
+  _Arc._ Madam, be charitable to your humblest creature,
+  Doe not reward the heart, that falls in duty
+  Beneath your feet, with making me the burden
+  Of the Court-mirth, a mockery for Pages,
+  'Twere Treason in me but to think you meane thus.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius_, you must refuse my love,
+  Or shame this Kingdom.
+
+  _Phi._ Is the wind in that corner?
+
+  _Cas._ I shall run mad _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Lisi._ Sir, contain your self.
+
+  _Sel._ Is this to be believ'd?
+
+  _Mac._ What dream is this?
+
+  _Phi._ He kisses her, now by this day I am glad on't.
+
+  _Lisa._ Mark the Protector.
+
+  _Ant._ Let him fret his heart-strings.
+
+  _Que._ Is the day cloudy on the sudden?
+
+  _Arc._ Gentlemen,
+  It was not my ambition, I durst never
+  Aspire so high in thought, but since her Majesty
+  Hath pleas'd to call me to this honor, I
+  Will study to be worthy of her grace,
+  By whom I live.
+
+  _Que._ The Church to morrow shall
+  Confirme our marriage, noble _Lisimachus_;
+  We'll find out other wayes to recompence
+  Your love to us, set forward, come _Arcadius_.
+
+  _Mac._ It must be so, and yet let me consider.
+
+  _Cas._ He insults already, policy assist me,
+  To break his neck.
+
+  _Lisi._ Who would trust Woman?
+  Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright
+  A morning rose, but now, [and now] 'tis night?              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora, _and a Servant_.
+
+  _Pol._ Oh where shall Virgins look for faith hereafter?
+  If he prove false, after so many vowes?
+  And yet if I consider, he was tempted
+  Above the strength of a young Lover, two
+  Such glorious courting his acceptance, were
+  Able to make disloyalty no sin,
+  At least not seem a fault, a Lady first,
+  Whose very looks would thaw a man more frozen
+  Than the _Alps_, quicken a soul more dead than Winter,
+  Add to her beauty and perfection,
+  That she's a Queen, and brings with her a Kingdom
+  Able to make a great mind forfeit Heaven.
+  What could the frailty of _Arcadius_
+  Suggest, to unspirit him so much, as not
+  To fly to her embraces, you were present
+  When she declar'd her self.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes Madam.
+
+  _Pol._ Tell me,
+  Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen
+  A full temptation stood him?
+
+  _Ser._ Very little
+  My judgment could distinguish, she did no sooner
+  Propound, but he accepted.
+
+  _Pol._ That was ill,
+  He might with honor stand one or two minutes,
+  Me thinks it should have startled him a little,
+  To have rememberd me, I have deserv'd
+  At least a cold thought, well, pray give it him.
+
+  _Ser._ I shall.
+
+  _Pol._ When?
+
+  _Ser._ Instantly.
+
+  _Pol._ Not so,
+  But take a time when his joy swels him most,
+  When his delights are high and ravishing,
+  When you perceive his Soul dance in his eyes,
+  When she that must be his hath drest her beauty,
+  With all her pride, and sends a thousand _Cupids_
+  To call him to the tasting of her lip;
+  Then give him this, and tell him, while I live,
+  I'll pray for him.
+
+  _Ser._ I shall.                                             [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, _and_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cas._ There is no way but death.
+
+  _Lisi._ That's black, and horrid,
+  Consider, Sir, it was her sin, not his;
+  I cannot accuse him, what man could carry
+  A heart so frozen, not to melt at such
+  A glorious flame? Who could not fly to such
+  A happiness?
+
+  _Cas._ Have you ambition
+  To be a tame fool? see so vast an injury
+  And not revenge it? make me not suspect
+  Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Son.
+
+  _Lis._ Pray hear me, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ Hear a patient gull,
+  A property, thou hast no blood of mine,
+  If this affront provoke thee not, how canst
+  Be charitable to thy self, and let him live
+  To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent;
+  He had before crept slily into her bosome,
+  And practised thy dishonor.
+
+  _Lisi._ You begin to stir me, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ How else could she be guilty
+  Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye
+  Of all the Kingdom, they conspir'd this stain,
+  When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love
+  And blooming hopes be scatter'd thus, and _Lisimachus_
+  Stand idle gazer?
+
+  _Lisi._ What, Sir, will his death
+  Advantage us, if she be false to me?
+  So irreligious, and to touch her person--
+  Pause, we may be observed.
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Lisa._ 'Tis the Protector
+  And his son.
+
+  _Phi._ Alas, poor Gentleman, I pitty
+  His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father.
+  ['Tis] a strange turne.
+
+  _Lisa._ The whirligigs of Women.
+
+  _Phi._ Your Graces servant.
+
+  _Cas._ I am yours Gentlemen,
+  And should be happy to deserve your loves.
+
+  _Phi._ Now he can flatter.
+
+  _Lisa._ In't Sir, to inlarge your sufferings, I have
+  A heart doth wish
+  The Q[u]een had known better to reward
+  Your love and merit.
+
+  [_Lisi._] If you would express
+  Your love to me, pray do not mention it,
+  I must obey my fate.
+
+  _Phi._ She will be married
+  To t'other Gentleman for certain then?
+
+  _Cas._ I hope you'll wish 'em joy.
+
+  _Phi._ Indeed I will, Sir.
+
+  _Lisa._ Your Graces servant.                                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Cas._ We are grown
+  Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court:
+  Here comes another.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Where's your Son, my Lord?
+
+  _Cas._ Like a neglected servant of his Mistress.
+
+  _Sel._ I would ask him a question.
+
+  _Cas._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Whether the Queen,
+  As 'tis reported, lov'd him, he can tell
+  Whether she promis'd what they talke of, marriage.
+
+  _Cas._ I can resolve you that, Sir.
+
+  _Sel._ She did promise?
+
+  _Cas._ Yes.
+
+  _Sel._ Then shee's a Woman, and your Son;
+
+  _Cas._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Not worthy his blood, and expectation,
+  If he be calme.
+
+  _Cas._ There's no opposing destiny.
+
+  _Sel._ I would cut the Throat.
+
+  _Cas._ Whose throat?
+
+  _Sel._ The destinies, that's all, your pardon, Sir,
+  I am _Seleucus_ still, a poor shadow
+  Oth' World, a walking picture, it concerns
+  Not me, I am forgotten by my stars.
+
+  _Cas._ The Queen, with more discretion, might ha chosen Thee.
+
+  _Sel._ Whom?
+
+  _Cas._ Thee, _Seleucus_.
+
+  _Sel._ Me? I cannot dance, and frisk with due activity,
+  My body is lead, I have too much phlegme, what should
+  I do with a Kingdome? no, _Arcadius_
+  Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting
+  Aside the trick that Ladies of Blood look at,
+  Another Man might make a shift to weare
+  Rich Clothes, sit in the chair of state, and nod,
+  Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench
+  On compliment, and think the study of Armes
+  And Arts, more commendable in a Gentleman,
+  Than any Galliard.
+
+  _Cas._ _Arcadius_,
+  And you, were reconcil'd.
+
+  _Sel._ We? yes, oh yes,
+  But 'tis not manners now to say we are friends,
+  At our equality there had been reason,
+  But now subjection is the word.
+
+  _Cas._ They are not
+  Yet married.
+
+  _Sel._ I'll make no Oath upon't,
+  My Lord _Lisimachus_,
+  A word, you'll not be angry if I love you,
+  May not a Batchellor be made a Cuckold?
+
+  _Lisi._ How, Sir?
+
+  _Cas._ _Lisimachus_, this Gentleman
+  Is worth our embrace, hee's spirited,
+  And may be useful.
+
+  _Sel._ Hark you, can you tell
+  Where's the best Dancing-master? and you mean
+  To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewel
+  The noble science, that makes work for cutlers,
+  It will be out of fashion to weare swords,
+  Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you,
+  Is it not pitty any division
+  Should be heard out of Musick? Oh 'twill be
+  An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters.
+  Buy Captains, that like fools will spend your blood
+  Out of your Country, you will be of less
+  Use than your feathers, if you return unman'd
+  You shall be beaten soon to a new march,
+  When you shall think it a discretion
+  To sell your glorious buffes to buy fine pumps,
+  And pantables, this is I hope no treason.
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius _leading the_ Queen, Charia, Eubulus, Lisander,
+        Philocles, Polidora, _servant_.
+
+  _Cas._ Wot stay _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ Yes, Sir,
+  And shew a patience above her injury.
+
+  _Arc._ This honor is too much, Madam, assume
+  Your place, and let _Arcadius_ waite still:
+  'Tis happiness enough to be your servant.
+
+  _Cas._ Now he dissembles.
+
+  _Que._ Sir, you must sit.
+
+  _Arc._ I am obedient.
+
+  _Que._ This is not Musick
+  Sprightly enough, it feeds the soul with melancholy.
+  How sayes _Arcadius_?
+
+  _Arc._ Give me leave to think
+  There is no harmony but in your voice,
+  And not an accent of your heavenly tongue,
+  But strikes me into rapture, I incline
+  To think, the tale of _Orpheus_ no fable,
+  'Tis possible he might inchant the Rocks,
+  And charme the Forrest, soften hell, hell it self,
+  With his commanding Lute, it is no miracle
+  To what you work, whose very breath conveyes
+  The hearer into Heaven, how at your lips,
+  Day-winds gather Perfumes, proudly glide away,
+  To disperse sweetness round about the world.
+
+  _Sel._ Fine stuff.
+
+  _Que._ You cannot flatter.
+
+  _Arc._ Not, if I should say,
+  Nature had plac'd you here the creatures wonder,
+  And her own spring, from which all excellence
+  On Earth's deriv'd, and copyed forth, and when
+  The character of fair, and good in others
+  Is quite worne out, and lost, looking on you
+  It is supply'd, and you alone made mortal
+  To feed, and keep alive all beauty.
+
+  _Sel._ Ha, ha, Can you indure it Gentlemen?
+
+  _Lisa._ What do you meane?
+
+  _Sel._ Nay, ask him what he meanes, mine is a down
+  Right laugh.
+
+  _Que._ Well, Sir, proceed.
+
+  _Arc._ At such bright eyes the stars do light themselves,
+  At such a forehead Swans renew their white,
+  From such a lip the morning gathers blushes.
+
+  _Sel._ The morning is more modest than thy praises,
+  What a thing does he make her?
+
+  _Arc._ And when you flie to Heaven and leave this world
+  No longer maintenance of goodness from you:
+  Then Poetry shall lose all use with us,
+  And be no more, since nothing in your absence
+  Is left, that can be worthy of a Verse.
+
+  _Sel._ Ha, ha.
+
+  _Que._ Whose that?
+
+  _Sel._ 'Twas I, Madam.
+
+  _Arc._ _Seleucus?_
+
+  _Cas._ Ha?
+
+  _Sel._ Yes, Sir, 'twas I that laugh'd.
+
+  _Arc._ At what?
+
+  _Sel._ At nothing.
+
+  _Lisa._ Contain your self, _Seleucus_.
+
+  _Eub._ Are you mad?
+
+  _Que._ Have you ambition to be punish'd, Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ I need not, 'twas punishment
+  Enough to hear him make an Idol of you, he left
+  Out the commendation of your patience, I was a little
+  Mov'd in my nature, to hear his Rodomontados, and
+  Make a monster of his Mistress, which I pitty'd first,
+  But seeing him proceed, I guest he brought you
+  Mirth with his inventions, and so made bold to laugh at it.
+
+  _Que._ You are sawcy,
+  We'll place you where you sha'not be so merry,
+  Take him away.
+
+  _Lisa._ Submit your self.
+
+  _Arc._ Let me plead for his pardon.
+
+  _Sel._ I wo'd not owe my life so poorly, beg thy own,
+  When you are King you cannot bribe your destiny.
+
+  _Eub._ Good Madam hear me, I fear he is distracted,
+  Brave boy, thou should'st be Master of a soul
+  Like his: thy honors more concern'd.
+
+  _Sel._ 'Tis charity,
+  A way wo' mee, 'boy Madam?
+
+  _Cas._ He has a daring spirit.                   [_Ex._ Sel. Eub. Cas.
+
+  _Arc._ These, and a thousand more affronts I must
+  Expect: your favors draw them all upon me;
+  In my first state I had no enemies,
+  I was secure, while I did grow beneath
+  This expectation, humble valleys thrive with
+  Their bosomes full of flowers, when the Hills melt
+  With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds,
+  Let me retire.
+
+  _Que._ And can _Arcadius_
+  At such a breath be mov'd, I had opinion
+  Your courage durst have stood a tempest for
+  Our love, can you for this incline to leave
+  What other Princes should in vain have sued for?
+  How many Lovers are in _Epire_ now
+  Would throw themselves on danger, not expect
+  One enemy, but empty their own veins,
+  And think the loss of all their blood rewarded,
+  To have one smile of us when they are dying?
+  And shall this murmur shake you?
+
+  _Arc._ Not dear Madam,
+  My life is such a poor despised thing,
+  In value your least graces, that
+  To lose it were to make my self a victory,
+  It is not for my self, I fear: the envy
+  Of others cannot fasten wound in me
+  Greater, than that your goodness should be check'd
+  So daringly.
+
+  _Que._ Let not those thoughts afflict thee,
+  While we have power to correct the offences,
+  _Arcadius_ be mine, this shall confirm it.
+
+  _Arc._ I shall forget,
+  And lose my way to heaven, that touch had been
+  Enough to have restor'd me, and infus'd
+  A spirit of a more celestial nature,
+  After the tedious absence of my soul,
+  Oh bless me not too much, one smile a day
+  Would stretch my life to mortality;
+  Poets that wrap divinity in tales,
+  Look here, and give your coppies forth of angels,
+  What blessing can remain?
+
+  _Que._ Our Marriage.
+
+  _Arc._ Place then some horrors in the way
+  For me, not you, to pass, the journeys end
+  Holds out such glories to me, I should think
+  Hell but a poor degree of suffering for it,
+  What's that, some petition? a Letter to me.
+                             _You had a Polidora, ha, that's all._
+  Ith' minu[t]e when my vessels new lanch'd forth,
+  With all my pride, and silken wings about me
+  I strike upon a Rock: What power can save me?
+  You had a _Polidora_; there's a name
+  Kill'd with grief, I can so soon forget her.
+
+  _Ser._ She did impose on me this service, Sir,
+  And while she lives she sayes, shee'll pray for you.
+
+  _Arc._ She lives,
+  That's well, and yet 'twere better, for my fame,
+  And honor, she were dead; What fate hath plac'd me
+  Upon this fearful precipice?
+
+  _Ser._ He's troubled.
+
+  _Arc._ I must resolve, my faith is violated
+  Already, yet poor loving _Polidora_
+  Will pray for me, she sayes, to think she can
+  Render me hated to my self, and every
+  Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius._
+
+  _Arc._ That voice prevailes agen, oh _Polidora_,
+  Thou must forgive _Arcadius_, I dare not
+  Turn rebel to a Princess, I shall love
+  Thy vertue, but a Kingdom has a charme
+  To excuse our f[r]ailty, dearest Madam.
+
+  _Que._ Now set forward.
+
+  _Arc._ To perfect all our joyes.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius, _and a_ Bishop, Casander.
+
+  _Mac._ I'll fright their glories.
+
+  _Cas._ By what means?
+
+  _Mac._ Observe.
+
+  _Arc._ Our good Unckle, welcome.
+
+  _Que._ My Lord _Macarius_, we did want your person,
+  There's something in our joyes wherein you share.
+
+  _Mac._ This you intend your highness wedding day.
+
+  _Que._ We are going.
+
+  _Mac._ Save you labor
+  I have brought a Priest to meet you.
+
+  _Arc._ Reverend Father.
+
+  _Que._ Meet us, Why?
+
+  _Mac._ To tell you, that you must not Marry.
+
+  _Cas._ Didst thou hear that, _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ And wonder what will follow.
+
+  _Que._ We must not marry.
+
+  _Bish._ Madam, 'tis a rule
+  First made in heaven, and I must needs declare
+  You and _Arcadius_ must tie no knot
+  Of Man and Wife.
+
+  _Arc._ Is my Unckle mad?
+
+  _Que._ Joy has transported him,
+  Or age has made him dote, _Macarius_
+  Provoke us not too much, you will presume
+  Above our mercy.
+
+  _Mac._ I'll discharge my duty,
+  Could your frown strike me dead, my Lord, you know
+  Whose character this is.
+
+  _Cas._ It is _Theodosius_,
+  Your graces Father.
+
+  _Bis._ I am subscribed a witness.
+
+  _Phi._ Upon my life 'tis his.
+
+  _Mac._ Fear not, I'll cross this Match.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll bless thee for't.
+
+  _Arc._ Unckle, d'ee know what you do, or what we are
+  Going to finish? you will not break the neck of my glorious
+  Fortune, now my foots ith' stirrup, and mounting,
+  Throw me over the saddle? I hope you'll let one
+  Be a King, Madam, 'tis as you say,
+  My Unckle is something craz'd, there's a worm
+  In's brain, but I beseech you pardon him, he is
+  Not the first of your counsel, that has talk'd
+  Idly, d'ee hear my Lord Bishop, I hope
+  You have more Religion than to joyn with him
+  To undoe me.
+
+  _Bis._ Not I Sir, but I am commanded by oath,
+  And conscience to speak truth.
+
+  _Arc._ If your truth should do me any harm, I shall never
+  Be in charity with a Croziers staffe, look too't.
+
+  _Que._ My youngest Brother.
+
+  _Cas._ Worse and worse, my brains.                            [_Exit._
+
+  _Mac._ Deliver['d] to me an Infant with this writing,
+  To which this reverend Father is a witness.
+
+  _Lisa._ This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe?
+
+  _Que._ But what should make my Father to trust him
+  To your concealment? give abroad his death, and bury
+  An empty coffin?
+
+  _Mac._ A jealousie he had
+  Upon _Cassander_, whose ambitious brain
+  He fear'd would make no conscience to depose
+  His son, to make _Lisimachus_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Que._ He made no scruple to expose me then
+  To any danger?
+
+  _Mac._ He secur'd you, Madam,
+  By an early Engagement of your affection
+  To _Lisimachus_, exempt this testimony,
+  Had he been _Arcadius_, and my Nephew,
+  I needed not obtrude him on the state,
+  Your love and marriage had made him King
+  Without my trouble, and sav'd that ambition,
+  There was necessity to open now
+  His birth, and title.
+
+  _Phi._ _Demetrius_ alive.
+
+  _Arc._ What riddles are these, Whom do they talk of?
+
+  _Omn._ Congratulate your return to life, and honor,
+  And as becomes us, with one voice salute you,
+  _Demetrius_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Mac._ I am no Uncle, Sir, this is your Sister,
+  I should have suffer'd incest to have kept you
+  Longer ith' dark: love, and be happy both,
+  My trust is now discharg'd.
+
+  _Lisa._ And we rejoyce.
+
+  _Arc._ But do not mock me, Gentlemen,
+  May I be bold upon your words to say
+  I am Prince _Theodosius_ Son?
+
+  _Mac._ The King.
+
+  _Arc._ You'll justifie it?
+  Sister, I am very glad to see you.
+
+  _Sop._ I am to find a brother, and resign my glory,
+  My triumph is my shame.                                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander.
+
+  _Cas._ Thine ear _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Arc._ Gentlemen I owe
+  Unto your loves, as large acknowledgment
+  As to my birth, for this great honor, and
+  My study shall be equal to be thought
+  Worthy of both.
+
+  _Cas._ Thou art turn'd Marble.
+
+  _Lisi._ There will be the less charge for my Monument.
+
+  _Cas._ This must not be, sit fast young King.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Lisi._ Your sister, Sir, is gone.
+
+  _Arc._ My sister should have been my Bride, that name
+  Puts me in mind of _Polidora_, ha?
+  _Lisander, Philocles_, Gentlemen,
+  If you will have me think your hearts allow me
+  _Theodosius_ son, oh quickly snatch some wings,
+  Express it in your haste to _Polidora_,
+  Tell her what title is new dropt from heaven
+  To make her rich; onely created for me:
+  Give her the ceremony of my Queen,
+  With all the state that may become our Bride,
+  Attend her to this throne; Are you not there?
+  Yet stay, 'tis too much pride to send for her,
+  Wee'll go our self, no honor is enough
+  For _Polidora_, to redeem our fault,
+  Salute her gently from me, and, upon
+  Your knee, present her with this Diadem,
+  'Tis our first gift, tell her _Demetrius_ follows
+  To be her guest, and give himself a servant
+  To her chast bosome, bid her stretch her heart
+  To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder.              [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, Eubulus, Soldier.
+
+  _Cas._ Where's the Captain of the Castle?
+
+  _Sol._ Hee'll attend your honors presently.
+
+  _Cas._ Give him knowledge we expect him.
+
+  _Sol._ I shall, my Lord.                                      [_Exit._
+
+  _Cas._ He is my creature, fear not,
+  And shall run any course that we propound.
+
+  _Eub._ My Lord, I like the substance of your plot,
+  'Tis promising, but matters of this consequence
+  Are not so easily perfect, and it does
+  Concern our heads to build upon secure
+  Principles, though _Seleucus_, I confess,
+  Carry a high, and daring spirit in him,
+  'Tis hard to thrust upon the state new setled
+  Any impostor, and we know not yet
+  Whether hee'll undertake to play the Prince;
+  Or if he should accept it, with what cunning
+  He can behave himself.
+
+  _Cas._ My Lord, affairs
+  Of such a glorious nature, are half finish'd,
+  When they begin with confidence.
+
+  _Eub._ Admit
+  He want no art, [n]or courage, it must rest
+  Upon the people to receive his title,
+  And with what danger their uncertain breath
+  May flatter ours, _Demetrius_ scarcely warm
+  In the Kings seat, I may suspect.
+
+  _Cas._ That reason
+  Makes for our part, for if it be so probable,
+  That young _Demetrius_ should be living, Why
+  May not we work them to believe, _Leonatus_,
+  The eldest son was, by some trick, preserv'd,
+  And now would claim his own: there were two sons,
+  Who in their Fathers life we supposed dead,
+  May not we find a circumstance to make
+  This seem as clear as t'other, let the vulgar
+  Be once possest, wee'll carry _Epire_ from
+  _Demetrius_, and the World.
+
+  _Eub._ I could be pleas'd
+  To see my Son a King.
+
+        _Enter_ Poleanus.
+
+  The Captain's here.
+
+  _Pol._ I waite your Lordships pleasure.
+
+  _Cas._ We come to visit your late prisoner:
+  I will not doubt, but you intreat him fairly,
+  He will deserve it for himself, and you
+  Be fortunate in any occasion,
+  To have exprest your service.
+
+  _Pol._ Sir, the knowledge
+  Of my honorable Lord his Father, will
+  Instruct me to behave my self with all
+  Respects becoming me, to such a son.
+
+  _Cas._ These things will least
+  Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint?
+
+  _Pol._ As one whose soul's above it.
+
+  _Eub._ Patiently?
+
+  _Pol._ With contempt rather of the great command
+  Which made him prisoner, he will talke sometimes
+  So strangely to himself.
+
+  _Eub._ Hee's here.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Why was I born to be a subject? 'tis
+  Soon answer'd, sure my Father was no Prince,
+  That's all: the same ingredients use to make
+  A Man, as active, though not royal blood
+  Went to my composition, and I
+  Was gotten with as good a will perhaps,
+  And my birth cost my Mother as much sorrow,
+  As I had been born an Emperor.
+
+  _Cas._ While I look
+  Upon him, something in his face presents
+  A King indeed.
+
+  _Eub._ He does resemble much
+  _Theodosius_ too.
+
+  _Cas._ Whose son we would pretend him,
+  This will advance our plot.
+
+  _Sel._ 'Tis but a name,
+  And mere opinion, that prefers one man
+  Above another, I'll imagine then
+  I am a Prince, or some brave thing on Earth,
+  And see what follows: but it must not be,
+  My single voice will carry it, the name
+  Of King must be attended with a troop
+  Of acclamations, on whose ayrie wings
+  He mounts, and once exalted, threatens Heaven,
+  And all the stars: how to acquire this noise,
+  And be the thing I talke of, men have rise[n]
+  From a more cheap nobility to Empires,
+  From dark originals, and sordid blood,
+  Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth,
+  And flying people, have aspir'd to Kingdoms,
+  Made nations tremble, and have practis'd frowns
+  To awe the world, their memory is glorious,
+  And I would hug them in their shades, but what's
+  All this to me, that am I know not what,
+  And less in expectation?
+
+  _Pol._ Are you serious?
+
+  _Cas._ Will you assist, and run a fate with us.
+
+  _Pol._ Command my life, I owe it to your favor.
+
+  _Sel._ _Arcadius_ was once as far from being
+  As I, and had we not so cunningly
+  Been reconcil'd, or one, or both had gone
+  To seek our fortunes in another world;
+  What's the device now? If my death be next,
+  The summons shall not make me once look pale.
+
+  _Cas._ Chide your too vain suspitions, we bring
+  A life, and liberty, with what else can make
+  Thy ambition happy, th'ast a glorious flame,
+  We come to advance it.
+
+  _Sel._ How?
+
+  _Cas._ Have but a will,
+  And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to,
+  A King.
+
+  _Sel._ You do not mock me Gentlemen?
+  You are my Father, Sir.
+
+  _Eub._ This minute shall
+  Declare it, my _Seleucus_, our hearts swell'd
+  With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy!
+
+  _Sel._ What's the mistery?
+
+  _Pol._ You must be a King.
+
+  _Cas._ _Seleucus_, stay, thou art too incredulous,
+  Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee,
+  Be so rewarded.
+
+  _Eub._ I pronounce thee King,
+  Unless thy spirit be turn'd coward, and
+  Thou faint to accept it.
+
+  _Sel._ King of what?
+
+  _Cas._ Of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sel._ Although the Queen, since she sent me hither,
+  Were gone to Heaven I know not how,
+  That title could devolve to me.
+
+  _Cas._ We have
+  No Queen, since he that should have married her,
+  Is prov'd her youngest brother, and now King
+  In his own title.
+
+  _Sel._ Thank you Gentlemen,
+  There's hope for me.
+
+  _Cas._ Why, you dare fight with him
+  And need be, for the Kingdom.
+
+  _Sel._ With _Arcadius_?
+  If you'll make stakes, my life against his crown,
+  I'll fight with him, and you, and your fine Son,
+  And all the Courtiers one after another.
+
+  _Cas._ 'Two'not come to that.
+
+  _Sel._ I am of your Lordships mind, so fare you well.
+
+  _Cas._ Yet stay and hear--
+
+  _Sel._ What? that you have betray'd me:
+  Do, tell your King, my life is grown a burden,
+  And I'll confess, and make your souls look pale,
+  To see how nimble mine shall leap this battlement
+  Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poor malice.
+
+  _Omnes._ No more, long live _Leonatus_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sel._ _Leonatus_, Who's that?
+
+  _Cas._ Be bold, and be a King, our brains have been
+  Working to raise you to this height, here are
+  None but friends, dare you but call your self
+  _Leonatus_, and but justifie with confidence
+  What we'll proclaime you, if we do not bring
+  The Crown to your head, we [w]ill forfeit ours.
+
+  _Eub._ The state is in distraction, _Arcadius_
+  Is prov'd a King, there was an elder brother,
+  If you dare but pronounce, you are the same,
+  Forget you are my son.
+
+  _Pol._ These are no trifles, Sir, all is plotted,
+  To assure your greatness; if you will be wise,
+  And take the faire occasion that's presented.
+
+  _Sel._ _Arcadius_, you say, is lawful King,
+  And now to depose him, you would make me
+  An elder brother, is't not so?
+
+  _Cas._ Most right.
+
+  _Sel._ Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning.
+
+  _Omnes._ Upon our lives.
+
+  _Sel._ I'll venture mine, but with your pardon,
+  Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life?
+
+  _Eub._ My Lord _Cassander_.
+
+  _Sel._ And you are of his mind? and you? and think
+  This may be done?
+
+  _Eub._ The destinies shall not cross us, if you have
+  Spirit to undertake it.
+
+  _Sel._ Undertake it?
+  I am not us'd to compliment, I'll owe
+  My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship,
+  Compose me as you please, and when y'ave made
+  Me what you promise, you shall both divide
+  Me equally: one word, my Lord, I had rather
+  Live in the prison still, than be a propency
+  To advance his politick ends.
+
+  _Eub._ Have no suspition.
+
+  _Cas._ So, so, I see _Demetrius_ heels already
+  Trip'd up, and I'll dispatch him out oth' way,
+  Which gone, I can depose this at my leasure,
+  Being an Impostor, then my Son stands fair,
+  And may piece with the Princess, we lose time,
+  What think you, if we first surprize the Court?
+  While you command the Castle, we shall curbe
+  All opposition.
+
+  _Eub._ Let's proclaim him first,
+  I have some faction, the people love me,
+  They gain'd to us, wee'll fall upon the Court.
+
+  _Cas._ Unless _Demetrius_ yield himself, he bleeds.
+
+  _Sel._ Who dares call treason sin, when it succeeds?  [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+        _Enter_ Sophia, _and_ Charilla.
+
+  _Cha._ Madam, you are too passionate, and lose
+  The greatness of your soul, with the expence
+  Of too much grief, for that which providence
+  Hath eas'd you of, the burden of a state
+  Above your tender bearing.
+
+  _Sop._ Thour't a fool,
+  And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady,
+  Born great as I was, and made onely less
+  By a too cruel destiny, above
+  Our tender bearing: What goes richer to
+  The composition of Man, than ours?
+  Our soul as free, and spatious; our heart's
+  As great, our will as large, each thought as active,
+  And in this onely Man more proud than we,
+  That would have us less capable of Empire,
+  But search the stories, and the name of Queen
+  Shines bright with glory, and some precedents
+  Above Mans imitation.
+
+  _Cha._ I grant it
+  For the honor of our sex, nor have you, Madam,
+  By any weakness, forfeited command,
+  He that succeeds, in justice, was before you,
+  And you have gain'd more, in a royal brother,
+  Than you could lose by your resign of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sop._ This I allow _Charilla,_ I ha done;
+  'Tis not the thought I am depos'd afflicts me,
+  At the same time I feel a joy to know
+  My Brother living: no, there is another
+  Wound in me above cure.
+
+  _Cha_. Virtue forbid.
+
+  _Sop_. Canst find me out a Surgeon for that?
+
+  _Cha_. For what?
+
+  _Sop_. My bleeding fame.
+
+  _Cha_. Oh do not injure
+  Your own clear innocence.
+
+  _Sop_. Do not flatter me,
+  I have been guilty of an act, will make
+  All love in women question'd, is not that
+  A blot upon a Virgins name? my birth
+  Cannot extenuate my shame, I am
+  Become the stain of _Epire_.
+
+  _Cha._ 'Tis but
+  Your own opinion, Madam, which presents
+  Something to fright your self, which cannot
+  Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense.
+
+  _Sop_. Thou wod'st, but canst not appear ignorant:
+  Did not the Court, nay, the whole Kingdom, take
+  Notice, I lov'd _Lisimachus?_
+
+  _Cha._ True, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ No, I was false,
+  Though counsel'd by my Father to affect him,
+  I had my politick ends upon _Cassander_,
+  To be absolute Queen, flattering his son with hopes
+  Of love and marriage, when that very day
+  I blush to think I wrong'd _Lisimachus_,
+  That noble Gentleman, but heaven punish'd me;
+  For though to know _Demetrius_ was a blessing,
+  Yet who will not impute it my dishonor.
+
+  _Cha._ Madam, you yet may recompence _Lisimachus_,
+  If you affect him now, you were not false
+  To him, whom then you lov'd not, if you can
+  Find any gentle passion in your soul
+  To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart,
+  Though sad retains a noble will to meet it,
+  His love was firm to you, and cannot be
+  Unrooted with one storme.
+
+  _Sop._ He will not sure
+  Trust any language from her tongue that mock'd him,
+  Although my soul doth weep for't, and is punish'd
+  To love him above the world.
+
+        _Enter_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cha._ Hee's here
+  As fate would have him reconcil'd, be free,
+  And speak your thoughts.
+
+  _Lisi._ If, Madam, I appear
+  Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon:
+  I heard you were not well, which made me haste
+  To pay the duty of an humble visit.
+
+  _Sop._ You do not mock me, Sir.
+
+  _Lisi._ I am confident
+  You think me not so lost to manners, in
+  The knowledge of your person, to bring with me
+  Such rudeness, I have nothing to present,
+  But a heart full of wishes for your health,
+  And what else may be added to your happiness.
+
+  _Sop._ I thought you had been sensible.
+
+  _Lisi._ How Madam?
+
+  _Sop._ A man of understanding, can you spend
+  One prayer for me, remembring the dishonor
+  I have done _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ Nothing can deface that part of my
+  Religion in me, not to pray for you.
+
+  _Sop._ It is not then impossible you may
+  Forgive me too, indeed I have a soul
+  Is full of penitence, and something else,
+  If blushing would allow to give't a name.
+
+  _Lisi._ What Madam?
+
+  _Sop._ Love, a love that should redeem
+  My past offence, and make me white again.
+
+  _Lisi_. I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts
+  For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow,
+  But if you mean it any satisfaction
+  For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis
+  But a strange overflow of Charity,
+  To keep me still alive, be your self Madam,
+  And let no cause of mine, be guilty of
+  This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth
+  The least of all your tears.
+
+  _Sop._ You think 'em counterfeit.
+
+  _Lisi._ Although I may
+  Suspect a Womans smile hereafter, yet
+  I would believe their wet eyes, and if this
+  Be what you promise, for my sake, I have
+  But one reply.
+
+  _Sop._ I waite it.
+
+  _Lisi._ I have now
+  Another Mistress.
+
+  _Sop._ Stay.
+
+  _Lisi._ To whom I have made
+  Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow,
+  Which not the second malice of my fate
+  Shall violate, and she deserves it, Madam,
+  Even for that wherein you are excellent,
+  Beauty, in which she shines equal to you
+  Her vertue, if she but maintain what now
+  She is Mistress of, beyond all competition,
+  So rich it cannot know to be improv'd,
+  At least in my esteem, I may offend,
+  But truth shall justifie, I have not flatter'd her,
+  I beg your pardon, and to leave, my duty
+  Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Sop._ Did he not say, _Charilla_, that he had
+  Another Mistress?
+
+  _Cha._ Such a sound, methought,
+  Came from him.
+
+  _Sop._ Let's remove, here's too much ayre,
+  The sad note multiplies.
+
+  _Cha._ Take courage, Madam,
+  And my advice, he has another Mistress,
+  If he have twenty, be you wise, and cross him
+  With entertaining twice as many servants,
+  And when he sees your humor he'll return.
+  And sue for any Livery, grieve for this.
+
+  _Sop._ It must be she, 'tis _Polidora_ has
+  Taken his heart, she live my rival,
+  How does the thought inflame me!
+
+  _Cha. Polidora?_
+
+  _Sop._ And yet she does but justly, and he too;
+  I would have rob'd her of _Arcadius_ heart,
+  And they will both have this revenge on me,
+  But something will rebel.                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius, Philocles, Lisander.
+
+  _De._ The house is desolate, none comes forth to meet us,
+  Shee's slow to entertain us: _Philocles,_
+  I prethee tell me, did she weare no cloud
+  Upon her brow, was't freely that she said
+  We should be welcome.
+
+  _Phi._ To my apprehension,
+  Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not.
+
+  _Lisa._ She, nor any other,
+  Sure there's some conceit
+  To excuse it.
+
+  _Dem._ Stay, Who's this? observe what follows?
+
+  _Phi._ Fortune? some maske to entertain you, Sir.
+
+        _Enter Fortune crown'd, attended with Youth, Health, and
+        Pleasure._
+
+  _For._ Not yet? What silence doth inhabit here?
+  No preparation to bid Fortune welcome!
+  Fortune, the genious of the World, have we
+  Descended from our pride, and state to come,
+  So far attended with our darlings, Youth,
+  Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus?
+  Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame.
+
+        _Enter_ Fame.
+
+  _Fa._ What would great Fortune?
+
+  _For._ Know,
+  Who dwells here.
+
+  _Fa._ Once more I report great Queen,
+  This is the house of Love.
+
+  _For._ It cannot be,
+  This place has too much shade, and looks as if
+  It had been quite forgotten of the Spring,
+  And Sun-beames Love, affect society,
+  And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter,
+  No harmony, to catch the busie eare
+  Of passengers, no object of delight,
+  To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone
+  Of Lovers, no complaint of Wil[l]ow garlands,
+  Love has a Beacon upon his palace top,
+  Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime
+  To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire
+  To threaten, or to warme: Can Love dwell here?
+
+  _Fa._ If there be noble love upon the World,
+  Trust Fame, and find it here.
+
+  _For._ Make good your boast,
+  And bring him to us.
+
+  _De._ What does mean all this?
+
+  _Lisa._ I told you, Sir, we should have some device.
+
+        _Enter Love._
+
+  There's _Cupid_ now, that little Gentleman,
+  Has troubled every Masque at Court this seven year.
+
+  _Dem._ No more.
+
+  _Love._ Welcome to Love, how much you honor me!
+  It had become me, that, upon your summons,
+  I should have waited upon mighty Fortune,
+  But since you have vouchsafed to visit me;
+  All the delights Love can invent, shall flow
+  To entertain you, Musick through the ayre
+  Shoot your inticing harmony.
+
+  _For._ We came to dance and revel with you.
+
+  _Lov._ I am poor
+  In my ambition, and want thought to reach
+  How much you honor Love.                                     [_Dance._
+
+        _Enter_ Honor.
+
+  _Hon._ What intrusion's this?
+  Whom do you seek here.
+
+  _Lov._ 'Tis honor.
+
+  _For._ He my servant.
+
+  _Lov._ Fortune is come to visit us.
+
+  _Hon._ And has
+  Corrupted Love: Is this thy faith to her,
+  On whom we both waite, to betray her thus
+  To Fortunes triumph? take her giddy wheel,
+  And be no more companion to honor;
+  I blush to know thee, Who'll believe there can
+  Be truth in Love hereafter?
+
+  _Lov._ I have found
+  My eyes, and see my shame, and with it, this
+  Proud sorceress, from whom, and all her charmes,
+  I flye agen to Honor, be my guard,
+  Without thee I am lost, and cannot boast,
+  The merit of a name.
+
+  _For._ Despis'd? I shall
+  Remember this affront.
+
+  _Dem._ What Moral's this?                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Honor _with the Crown upon a mourning Cushion_.
+
+  What melancholly object strikes a sudden
+  Chillness through all my veines; and turns me Ice?
+  It is the same I sent, the very same,
+  As the first pledge of her insuing greatness:
+  Why in this mourning livery, if she live
+  To whom I sent it? ha, What shape of sorrow?
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora _in mourning_.
+
+  It is not _Polidora_, she was faire
+  Enough, and wanted not the setting off
+  With such a black: if thou beest _Polidora_,
+  Why mournes my love? it neither does become
+  Thy fortune, nor my joyes.
+
+  _Pol._ But it becomes
+  My griefs, this habit fits a funeral,
+  And it were sin, my Lord, not to lament
+  A friend new dead.
+
+  _Dem._ And I yet living? can
+  A sorrow enter but upon thy Garment,
+  Or discomplexion thy attire, whilst I
+  Enjoy a life for thee? Who can deserve,
+  Weigh'd with thy living comforts, but a piece
+  Of all this Ceremony? give him a name.
+
+  _Pol._ He was _Arcadius_.
+
+  _Dem._ _Arcadius?_
+
+  _Pol._ A Gentleman that lov'd me dearly once,
+  And does compel these poor, and fruitless drops,
+  Which willingly would fall upon his hearse,
+  To imbalme him twice.
+
+  _Dem._ And are you sure hee's dead?
+
+  _Pol._ As sure as you'r living, Sir, and yet
+  I did not close his eyes, but he is dead,
+  And I shall never see the same _Arcadius_:
+  He was a Man so rich in all that's good,
+  At least I thought him so, so perfect in
+  The rules of honor, whom alone to imitate
+  Were glory in a Prince, Nature her self,
+  Till his creation, wrought imperfectly,
+  As she had made but tryal of the rest,
+  To mould him excellent.
+
+  _Dem._ And is he dead?
+  Come, shame him not with praises, recollect
+  Thy scatter'd hopes, and let me tell my best,
+  And dearest _Polidora_, that he lives,
+  Still lives to honor thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Lives, Where?
+
+  _Dem._ Look here.
+  Am not I worth your knowledge?
+
+  _Pol._ And my duty,
+  You are _Demetrius_, King of _Epire_, Sir.
+  I could not easily mistake him so,
+  To whom I gave my heart.
+
+  _Dem._ Mine is not chang'd,
+  But still hath fed upon thy memory,
+  These honors, and additions of state
+  Are lent me for thy sake, be not so strange,
+  Let me not lose my entertainment, now
+  I am improv'd, and rais'd unto the height,
+  Beneath which, I did blush to ask thy love.
+
+  _Pol._ Give me your pardon, Sir, _Arcadius_,
+  At our last meeting, without argument,
+  To move him more than his affection to me,
+  Vow'd he did love me; love me above all Women,
+  And to confirm his heart, was truely mine,
+  He wish'd, I tremble to remember it,
+  When he forsook his _Polidora's_ love,
+  That Heaven might kill his happiness on Earth:
+  Was not this nobly said? did not this promise
+  A truth to shame the Turtles?
+
+  _Dem._ And his heart
+  Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover.
+
+  _Pol._ Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say,
+  _Arcadius_ was perjur'd, but the same day
+  Forgetting all his promises, and oathes,
+  While yet they hung upon his lips, forsook me,
+  D'ee not remember this too, gave his faith
+  From me, transported with the noise of greatness,
+  And would be married to a Kingdom.
+
+  _Dem._ But Heaven permitted not I should dispose
+  What was ordain'd for thee.
+
+  _Pol._ It was not virtue
+  In him, for sure he found no check, no sting
+  In his own bosome, but gave freely all
+  The reines to blind ambition.
+
+  _Dem._ I am wounded,
+  The thought of thee ith' throng of all my joyes,
+  Like poyson powr'd in Nectar, turnes me frantick:
+  Dear, if _Arcadius_ have made a fault,
+  Let not _Demetrius_ be punish'd for't,
+  He pleads that ever will be constant to thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Shall I believe Mans flatteries agen,
+  Lose my sweet rest, and peace of thought agen,
+  Be drawn by you, from the streight paths of virtue,
+  Into the maze of Love.
+
+  _Dem._ I see compassion in thy eye, that chides me,
+  If I have either soul, but what's contain'd
+  Within these words, or if one syllable
+  Of their full force, be not made good by me,
+  May all relenting thoughts in you take end,
+  And thy disdain be doubled, from thy pardon,
+  I'll count my Coronation; and that hour
+  Fix with a rubrick in my Calendar,
+  As an auspicious time, to entertain
+  Affairs of weight with Princes; think who now
+  Intreats thy mercy, come, thou sha't be kind,
+  And divide Titles with me.
+
+  _Pol._ Hear me, Sir,
+  I lov'd you once for virtue, and have not
+  A thought so much unguarded, as to be won
+  From my truth, and innocence with any
+  Motives of state to affect you,
+  Your bright temptation mourns while it stayes here;
+  Nor can the triumph of glory, which made you
+  Forget me, so court my opinion back,
+  Were you no King, I should be sooner drawn
+  Again to love you, but 'tis now too late,
+  A low obedience shall become me best:
+  May all the joyes I want
+  Still wait on you, if time hereafter tell you,
+  That sorrow for your fault hath struck me dead,
+  May one soft tear drop from your eye, in pitty
+  Bedew my hearse, and I shall sleep securely:
+  I have but one word more for goodness sake,
+  For your own honor, Sir, correct your passion,
+  To her you shall love next, and I forgive you.                [_Exit._
+
+  _Dem._ Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers
+  Thaw it to any softness.
+
+  _Phi._ I'll fetch her, Sir, again.
+
+  _Dem._ Perswade her not.
+
+  _Phi._ You give your passion too much leave to triumph.
+  Seek in another what she denies.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone,
+  A dangerous treason is a foot.
+
+  _Dem._ What Treason?
+
+  _Mac._ _Cassander_, and _Eubulus_ have proclaim'd
+  Another King, whom they pretend to be
+  _Leonatus_ your elder Brother, he that was,
+  But this morning prisoner in the Castle.
+
+  _Dem._ Ha?
+
+  _Mac._ The easie _Epirotes_
+  Gather in multitudes to advance his Title,
+  They have seised upon the Court, secure your person,
+  Whilst we raise power to curbe this Insurrection.
+
+  _Ant._ Lose no time then.
+
+  _Dem._ We will not Arme one Man,
+  Speak it agen, have I a brother living?
+  And must be no King.
+
+  _Mac._ What means your Grace?
+
+  _Dem._ This newes doth speak me happy, it exalts
+  My heart, and makes me capable of more
+  Than twenty Kingdoms.
+
+  _Phi._ Will you not, Sir, stand
+  Upon your guard?
+
+  _Dem._ I'll stand upon my honor,
+  Mercy relieves me.
+
+  _Lisa._ Will you lose the Kingdom?
+
+  _Dem._ The World's too poor to bribe me: leave
+  Me all, lest you extenuate my fame, and I
+  Be thought to have redeem'd it by your counsel,
+  You shall not share one scruple in the honor;
+  Titles may set a gloss upon our Name,
+  But Virtue onely is the soul of Fame.
+
+  _Mac._ He's strangely possest Gentlemen.              [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Phi._ Heres a strange turne, _Lisander_.
+
+  _Lisa._ 'Tis a Kingdom
+  Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith
+  Of multitudes?
+
+  _Phi._ It was his fault, that would
+  So tamely give his Title to their Mercy,
+  The new King has possession.
+
+  _Lisa._ And is like
+  To keep't, we are alone, what dost think of
+  This innovation? Is't not a fine Jigge?
+  A precious cunning in the late Protector
+  To shuffle a new Prince into the state.
+
+  _Phi._ I know not how they have shuffled, but my head on't,
+  A false card is turn'd up trump, but fates look to't.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander _and_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Eub._ Does he not carry it bravely?
+
+  _Cos._ Excellently.
+  _Philocles_, _Lisander_.
+
+  _Phi. Lis._ Your Lordships servants,
+  Are we not bound to heaven, for multiplying
+  These blessings on the Kingdom.
+
+  _Phi._ Heaven alone
+  Works miracles, my Lord.
+
+  _Lisa._ I think your Lordship
+  Had as little hope once to see these Princes
+  Revive.
+
+  _Phi._ Here we must place our thanks,
+  Next providence, for preserving
+  So dear a pledge.
+
+        _Enter_ Leonatus _attended_.
+
+  _Eub._ The King.
+
+  _Leo._ It is our pleasure
+  The number of our guard be doubled, give
+  A Largess to the Soldiers; but dismiss not
+  The Troops till we command.
+
+  _Cas._ May it please.
+
+  _Leo._ It will not please us otherwise, my Lord,
+  We have try'd your faith.
+
+  _Eub._ Does he not speak with confidence?
+
+  _Leo._ My Lords and Gentlemen, to whose faith we must
+  Owe next to Heaven our fortune, and our safety,
+  After a tedious eclipse, the day
+  Is bright, and we invested in those honors,
+  Our bloud, and birth did challenge.
+
+  _Cas._ May no time
+  Be registred in our annals, that shall mention
+  One that had life to oppose your sacred person.
+
+  _Leo._ Let them, whose Titles forg'd and flaw'd, suspect
+  Their states security, our right to _Epire_,
+  Heaven is oblig'd to prosper, treason has
+  No face so black to fright it, all my cares
+  Level to this, that I may worthily
+  Manage the province, and advance the honor
+  Of our dear Countrey, and be confident,
+  If an expence of bloud, may give addition
+  Of any happiness to you, I shall
+  Offer my heart the sacrifice, and rejoyce
+  To make my self a ghost, to have inscrib'd
+  Upon my marble, but whose cause I died for.
+
+  _Eub._ May Heaven avert such danger.
+
+  _Cas._ Excellent Prince,
+  In whom we see the Copy of his Father,
+  None but the Son of _Theodosius_,
+  Could have spoke thus.
+
+  _Leo._ [You] are pleas'd to interpret well,
+  Yet give me leave to say in my own justice,
+  I have but exprest the promptness of my soul
+  To serve you all, but 'tis not empty wishes
+  Can satisfie our mighty charge, a weight
+  Would make an _Atlas_ double, a Kings name
+  Doth sound harmoniously to men at distance;
+  And those who cannot penetrate beyond
+  The bark, and out-skin of a Common-wealth,
+  Or state, have eyes, but ravish'd with the Ceremony
+  That must attend a Prince, and understand not
+  What cares allay the glories of a Crown,
+  But good Kings find and feel the contrary,
+  You have try'd, my Lord, the burden, and can tell
+  It would require a Pilot of more years
+  To steer this Kingdom, now impos'd on me,
+  By justice of my birth.
+
+  _Cas._ I wish not life,
+  But to partake those happy days, which must
+  Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blest,
+  But Sir, be sparing to your self, we shall
+  Hazard our joyes in you too soon, the burden
+  Of state affairs, impose upon your counsel.
+  'Tis fitter that we waste our lives than you,
+  Call age too soon upon you with the trouble,
+  And cares that threaten such an undertaking,
+  Preserve your youth.
+
+  _Leo._ And choose you our Prote[c]tor,
+  Is't that you would conclude my Lord? We will
+  Deserve our subjects faith for our own sake,
+  Not sit an idle gazer at the helm.
+
+        _Enter Messenger._
+
+  _Phi._ How observ'd you that,
+  Mark how _Cassander's_ Planet struck.
+
+  _Eu._ He might have look'd more calmly for all that,
+  I begin to fear; but do not yet seem troubled.
+
+  _Leo._ With what news travels his haste? I must secure
+  My self betimes, not be a King in jest,
+  And wear my Crown a Tenant to their breath.
+
+  _Cas.  Demetrius,_ Sir, your brother,
+  With other Traitors that oppose your claims,
+  Are fled to the Castle of _Nestorius_,
+  And fortifie.
+
+  _Mes._ I said not so my Lord.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll have it thought so, hence.                 [_Exit Messen._
+
+  _Leo._ Plant forces to batter
+  The walls, and in their ruin bring us wor[d]
+  They live not.
+
+  _Eub._ Good Sir hear me.
+
+  _Cas._ Let it work,
+  Were _Demetrius_ dead, we easily might uncrown
+  This swoln Impostor, and my Son be fair
+  To piece with young _Sophia_, who I hear
+  Repents her late affront.
+
+  _Eub._ Their lives may do
+  You service, let not blood stain your beginnings
+  The people not yet warm in their allegeance,
+  May think it worth their tumult to revenge it
+  With hazard of your self.
+
+  _Leo._ Who dares but think it?
+  Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield,
+  _Demetrius_ must not live, my Lord your counsel,
+  What if he were in heaven?
+
+  _Cas._ You have my consent,
+  You sha'not stay long after him.
+
+  _Leo._ _Sophia_ is
+  Not my Sister,
+  To prevent all that may indanger us, we'll marry her;
+  That done, no matter though we stand discover'd,
+  For in her Title then we are King of _Epire,_
+  Without dispute.
+
+  _Cas._ Hum; in my judgement, Sir,
+  That wonot do so well.
+
+  _Leo._ What's your opinion?
+
+  _Cas._ He countermines my plot: are you so cunning.
+
+  _Leo._ What's that you mutter; Sir?
+
+  _Cas._ I mutter, Sir?
+
+  _Leo._ Best say I am no King, but some impostor
+  Rais'd up to gull the state.
+
+  _Cas._ Very fine to have said within
+  Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be,
+  Was not in the compass of High Treason
+  I take it.
+
+  _Eub._ Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not.
+
+  _Cas._ I will speak louder, do I not know him?
+  That self-same hand that rais'd him to the throne
+  Shall pluck him from it, is this my reward?
+
+  _Leo._ Our guard, to prison with him.
+
+  _Cas._ Me to prison?
+
+  _Leo._ Off with his head.
+
+  _Cas._ My head?
+
+  _Eub._ Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ How dares he be so insolent?
+  I ha' wrought my self into a fine condition,
+  Do'e know me Gentlemen?
+
+  _Phi._ Very well my Lord;
+  How are we bound to heaven for multiplying
+  These blessings on the Kingdom.
+
+  _Leo._ We allow it.
+
+  _Eub._ Counsel did never blast a Princes ear.
+
+  _Leo._ Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels,
+  _Nestorius_ house, where our proud brother has
+  Enscons'd himself, they'll entertain him lovingly,
+  He will be a good addition to the Traitors,
+  Obey me, or you dye for't, what are Kings
+  When subjects dare affront 'em?
+
+  _Cas._ I shall vex
+  Thy soul for this.
+
+  _Leo._ Away with him: when Kings
+  Frown, let offenders tremble, this flows not
+  From any cruelty in my nature, but
+  The fate of an Usurper: he that will
+  Be confirm'd great without just title to't,
+  Must lose compassion, know what's good, not do't.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora _and her servant_.
+
+  _Serv._ Madam, the Princess _Sophia_.
+
+  _Pol._ I attend her Highness.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophia.
+
+  How much your grace honors your humble servant.
+
+  _Sop._ I hope my brother's well.
+
+  _Pol._ I hope so too, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ Do you but hope? he came to be your guest.
+
+  _Pol._ We are all his, whilst he is pleas'd to honor
+  This poor roof with his royal presence, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ I came to ask your pardon _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ You never, Madam, trespass'd upon me,
+  Wrong not your goodness.
+
+  _Sop._ I can be but penitent,
+  Unless you point me out some other way
+  To satisfie.
+
+  _Pol._ Dear Madam, do not mock me.
+
+  _Sop._ There [is] no injury like that to love,
+  I find it now in my own sufferings:
+  But though I would have rob'd thee of _Arcadius_
+  Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts,
+  And punish[d] me in those joys you have found:
+  I read the story of my loss of honor,
+  Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you
+  Have met your own agen.
+
+  _Pol._ Whom do you mean?
+
+  _Sop._ My brother.
+
+  _Pol._ He is found to himself and honor,
+  He is my King, and though I must acknowledge
+  He was the glory of my thoughts, and I
+  Lov'd him, as you did, Madam, with desire
+  To be made his, reason, and duty since,
+  Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now
+  Look on him without any wish of more
+  Than to be call'd his subject.
+
+  _Sop._ Has he made
+  Himself less capable by being King?
+
+  _Pol._ Of what?
+
+  _Sop._ Of your affection.
+
+  _Pol._ With your pardon, Madam.
+  Love in that sense you mean, left _Polidora_
+  When he forsook _Arcadius_, I disclaim
+  All ties between us, more than what a name
+  Of King must challenge from my obedience.
+
+  _Sop._ This does confirm my jealousie, my heart,
+  For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value?
+
+  _Pol._ Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave
+  To answer in some other cause, or person:
+  This argument but opens a sad wound
+  To make it bleed afresh; we may change this
+  Discourse: I would elect some subject, whose
+  Praises may more delight your ear than this
+  Can mine; let's talk of young _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Sop._ Ha? my presaging fears.
+
+  _Pol._ How does your grace?
+
+  _Sop._ Well, you were talking of _Lisimachus_,
+  Pray give me your opinion of him.
+
+  _Pol._ Mine?
+  It will be much short of his worth: I think him
+  A gentleman so perfect in all goodness,
+  That if there be one in the world deserves
+  The best of women, heaven created him,
+  To make her happy.
+
+  _Sop._ You have, in a little, Madam,
+  Exprest a volume of mankind, a miracle;
+  But all have not the same degree of faith,
+  He is but young.
+
+  _Pol._ What Mistriss would desire
+  Her servant old? he has both Spring to please
+  Her eye and Summer to return a harvest.
+
+  _Sop._ He is black.
+
+  _P[o]l._ He sets a beauty off more rich,
+  And she that's fair will love him; faint complexions
+  Betray effeminate minds, and love of change:
+  Two beauties in a bed, compound few men;
+  He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman,
+  Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray
+  His modesty.
+
+  _Sop._ His proportion exceeds not.
+
+  _Pol._ That praises him, and a well compacted frame
+  Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements:
+  Vast buildings are more oft for shew than use:
+  I would not have my eyes put to the travel
+  Of many acres, e'r I could examine
+  A man from head to foot; he has no great,
+  But he may boast, an elegant composition.
+
+  _Sop._ I'll hear no more, you have so far out-done
+  My injuries to you, that I call back
+  My penitence, and must tell _Polidora_,
+  This revenge ill becomes her. Am I thought
+  So lost in soul to hear, and forgive this?
+  In what shade do I live? or shall I think
+  I have not, at the lowest, enough merit,
+  Setting aside my birth, to poize with yours:
+  Forgive my modest thoughts, if I rise up
+  In my own defence, and tell this unjust Lady
+  So great a winter hath not frozen yet
+  My cheek, but there [is] something nature planted,
+  That carries as much bloom, and spring upon't,
+  As yours. What flame is in your eye, but may
+  Find competition here? (forgive agen
+  My Virgin honor,) what is in your lip
+  To tice the enamour'd soul, to dwell with more
+  Ambition, than the yet unwither'd blush
+  That speaks the innocence of mine?
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius.
+
+  Oh brother?
+
+  _Dem._ I'll talk with you anon, my _Polidora_,
+  Allow thy patience till my breath recover,
+  Which now comes laden with the richest news
+  Thy ear was ever blest with.
+
+  _Sop._ Both your looks,
+  And voice express some welcome accident.
+
+  _Dem._ Guess what in wish could make me fortunate
+  And heaven hath dropt that on _Demetrius_.
+
+  _Sop._ What means this extasie?
+
+  _Dem._ 'Twere sin to busie
+  Thy thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee that I could
+  Retein some part; 'tis too wide a joy
+  To be exprest so soon, and yet it falls
+  In a few syllables, thou wot scarce believe me,
+  I am no King.
+
+  _Sop._ How's that!
+
+  _Pol._ Good Heaven forbid.
+
+  _Dem._ Forbid? Heaven has reliev'd me with a mercy
+  I knew not how to ask, I have, they say,
+  An elder brother living, crown'd already,
+  I only keep my name _Demetrius_,
+  Without desire of more addition,
+  Than to return thy servant.
+
+  _Pol._ You amaze me,
+  Can you rejoyce to be deposed:
+
+  _Dem._ It but
+  Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom
+  In _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ Me?
+
+  _Dem._ Did you not say,
+  Were I no King, you could be drawn to love
+  Me agen, that was consented to in Heaven:
+  A Kingdom first betraid my ambitious soul
+  To forget thee, that, and the flattering glories,
+  How willingly _Demetrius_ does resign,
+  The Angels know: thus naked without Titles
+  I throw me on thy charity, and shall
+  Boast greater Empire to be thine agen, than
+  To wear the triumphs of the world upon me.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Be not so careless of your self, the people
+  Gather in multitudes to your protection
+  Offering their lives and fortunes, if they may
+  But see you Sir, and hear you speak to 'em,
+  Accept their duties, and in time prevent
+  Your ruin.
+
+  _Sop._ Be not desperate, 'tis counsel.
+
+  _Dem._ You trouble me with noise, speak _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ For your own sake preserve your self,
+  My fears distract my reason.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ Lord _Lisimachus_,
+  With something that concerns your safety, is
+  Fled hither, and desires a present hearing.
+
+  _Mac._ His soul is honest, be not, Sir, a mad man,
+  And for a Lady, give up all our freedoms.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Pol._ I'll say any thing here, _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Sop._ Dear brother hear him.
+
+        _Enter_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Lis._ Sir, I come to yield
+  My self your prisoner, if my father have
+  Rais'd an Impostor to supplant your Title
+  Which I suspect, and inwardly do bleed for,
+  I shall not only, by the tender of
+  My self, declare my innocence, but either,
+  By my unworthy life, secure your person,
+  Or by what death you shall impose, reward
+  The unexpected Treason.
+
+  _Sop._ Brave young man,
+  Did you not hear him Brother?
+
+  _Lis._ I am not minded.
+
+  _Pol._ Be witness Madam, I resign my heart
+  It never was anothers, you declare
+  Too great a satisfaction, I hope
+  This will destroy your jealousie,
+  Remember now your danger.
+
+  _Dem._ I despise it,
+  What fate dares injure me?
+
+  _Lis._ Yet hear me Sir.
+
+  _Sop._ Forgive me _Polidora_, you are happy,
+  My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought
+  _Lisimachus_ had meant you for his Mistriss,
+  'Tis misery to feed, and not know where
+  To place my jealousie.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Now 'tis too late,
+  You may be deafe, until the Cannon make,
+  You find your sense, we are shut up now by
+  A troop of Horse, thank your self.
+
+  _Pol._ They will
+  Admit conditions.
+
+  _Sop._ And allow us quarter.                        [_A shout within._
+
+  _Pol._ We are all lost.
+
+  _Dem._ Be comforted.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ News my Lord _Cassander_ sent by the new King.
+  To bear us company.
+
+  _Dem._ Not as prisoner?
+
+  _Ant._ It does appear no otherwise, the soldiers
+  Declare how much they love him, by their noise
+  Of scorn, and joy to see him so rewarded.
+
+  _Dem._ It cannot be.
+
+  _Ant._ You'll find it presently,
+  He curses the new King, talks treason 'gainst him
+  As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander.
+
+  _Cas._ Oh let me beg untill my knees take root
+  I' th' earth, Sir, can you pardon me?
+
+  _Dem._ For what?
+
+  _Cas._ For Treason, desperate, most malicious Treason:
+  I have undone you Sir.
+
+  _Dem._ It does appear
+  You had a Will.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll make you all the recompence I can,
+  But e'r you kill me, hear me, know the man,
+  Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanc'd
+  To your throne, is an impostor, a mere counterfeit,
+  _Eubulus'_ Son.                                        [_E[xit]_ Anti.
+
+  _Dem._ It is not then our brother?
+
+  _Cas._ An insolent usurper, proud, and bloudy;
+  _Seleucus_, is no leprosie upon me?
+  There is not punishment enough in nature
+  To quit my horrid act, I have not in
+  My stock of blood, to satisfie with weeping,
+  Nor could my soul, though melted to a flood
+  Within me, gush out tears to wash my stain off.
+
+  _Dem._ How? an Impostor, what will become on's now?
+  We are at his mercy.
+
+  _Cas._ Sir, the peoples hearts
+  Will come to their own dwelling, when they see
+  I dare accuse my self, and suffer for it,
+  Have courage then young King, thy fate cannot
+  Be long compell'd.
+
+  _Dem._ Rise, our misfortune
+  Carries this good, although it lose our hopes,
+  It makes you friend with virtue, we'll expect
+  What providence will do.
+
+  _Cas._ You are too merciful.
+
+  _Lis._ Our duties shall beg heaven still to preserve you.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ Our enemy desires some parley, Sir.
+
+  _Lis._ 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition.
+
+  _Pol._ I'll wait upon you.
+
+  _Dem._ Thou art my Angel, and canst best instruct me,
+  Boldly present our selves, you'll with _Cassander._
+
+  _Cas._ And in death be blest
+  To find our charity.                                          [_Exit._
+
+  _Sop._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lis._ Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ They will not miss your presence, the small time
+  Is spent in asking of a question.
+
+  _Lis._ I wait your pleasure.
+
+  _Sop._ Sir, I have a suit to you.
+
+  _Lis._ To me? it must be granted.
+
+  _Sop._ If you have
+  Cancell'd your kind opinion of me,
+  Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded
+  _Sophia_ in your heart, I beg the name
+  Of your new Mistriss.
+
+  _Lis._ You shall know her, Madam,
+  If but these tumults cease, and fate allow us
+  To see the Court agen, I hope you'll bring
+  No mutiny against her, but this is
+  No time to talk of Love, let me attend you.
+
+  _Sop._ I must expect, till you are pleas'd to satisfie
+  My poor request, conduct me at your pleasure.               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Leonatus, Eubulus, Bishop, Lisander, _and_ Philocles.
+
+  _Leo._ They are too slow, dispatch new messengers,
+  To intreat 'em fairly hither, I am extasi'd,
+  Were you witness for me too? is it possible
+  I am what this affirms, true _Leonatus_,
+  And were you not my Father, was I given
+  In trust to you an Infant?
+
+  _Eub._ 'Tis a truth,
+  Our soul's bound to acknowledge, you supply'd
+  The absence and opinion of my Son.
+  Who died, but to make you my greater care
+  I know not of _Demetrius_, but suppos'd
+  Him dead indeed, as _Epire_ thought you were,
+  Your Fathers character doth want no testimony,
+  Which but compar'd with what concerns _Demetrius_
+  Will prove it self King _Theodosius_ act,
+  Your Royal Father.
+
+  _Bish._ I am subscrib'd to both his Legacies
+  By oath oblig'd to secresie, until
+  Thus fairly summon'd to reveal the trust.
+
+  _Eub._ _Cassander_ had no thought you would prove thus,
+  To whose policie I gave this aim, although
+  He wrought you up to serve but as his Engine
+  To batter young _Demetrius_, for it was
+  Your Fathers prudent jealousie, that made him
+  Give out your early deaths, as if his soul
+  Prophecy'd his own first, and fear'd to leave
+  Either of you, to the unsafe protection,
+  Of one, whose study would be to supplant
+  Your right, and make himself the King of _Epire._
+
+  _Bish._ Your Sister, fair _Sophia_, in your Fathers
+  Life, was design'd to marry with _Lisimachus_
+  That guarded her; although she us'd some Art
+  To quit her pupillage, and being absolute,
+  Declar'd love to _Demetrius_, which enforc'd
+  _Macarius_ to discover first your brother.
+
+  _Leo._ No more, lest you destroy agen _Leonatus_
+  With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet?
+  Something it was, I felt within my envy
+  Of young _Demetrius's_ fortune, there were seeds
+  Scattered upon my heart, that made it swell
+  With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot
+  Be totally eclips'd, but wherefore stays
+  _Demetrius_ and _Sophia_, at whose names
+  A gentle spirit walk'd upon my blood.
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius, _Cassander_,
+        _Lisima_.
+
+  _Eub._ They are here.
+
+  _Leo._ Then thus I flie into their bosoms,
+  Nature has rectifi'd in me, _Demetrius_,
+  The wandrings of ambition, our dear Sister
+  You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read
+  Assurance there, the day is big with wonder.
+
+  _Mac._ What means all this?
+
+  _Leo._ _Lisimachus_, be dear to us,
+  _Cassander_, you are welcome too.
+
+  _Cas._ Not I,
+  I do not look for't, all this sha'not bribe
+  My conscience to your faction, and make
+  Me false agen, _Seleucus_ is no son
+  Of _Theodosius_, my dear Countrey-men
+  Correct your erring duties, and to that,
+  Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, _Demetrius_
+  Doth challenge all your knees.
+
+  _Dem._ All Love and Duty,
+  Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother
+  I am confirm'd.
+
+  _Cas._ You are t[o]o credulous,
+  What can betray your faith so much?
+
+  _Leo._ _Sophia_, you appear sad, as if your Will
+  Gave no consent to this days happiness.
+
+  _Sop._ No joy exceeds _Sophia's_ for your self.
+
+  _Lis._ With your pardon, Sir, I apprehend
+  A cause that makes her troubled, she desires
+  To know, what other Mistriss, since her late
+  Unkindness I have chosen to direct
+  My faith and service.
+
+  _Leo._ Another Mistriss?
+
+  _Lis._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Leo._ And does our Sister love _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Sop._ Here's something would confess.
+
+  _Leo._ He must not dare
+  To affront _Sophia_.
+
+  _Cas._ How my shame confounds me,
+  I beg your justice, without pity on
+  My age.
+
+  _Leo._ Your pennance shall be, to be faithful
+  To our state hereafter,
+
+  _Omnes._ May you live long and happy,
+  _Leonatus_, King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Leo._ But where's your other Mistriss?
+
+  _Lis._ Even here, Sir.
+
+  _Leo._ Our Sister? is this another Mistriss, Sir?
+
+  _[L]is._ It holds
+  To prove my thoughts were so when she began
+  Her sorrow for neglecting me, that sweetness
+  Deserv'd, I should esteem her another Mistriss,
+  Then when she cruelly forsook _Lisimachus_,
+  Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart
+  Proud with my first devotions to serve you.
+
+  _Sop._ In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.
+
+  _Leo._ You have deceiv'd her happily,
+  Joy to you both.
+
+  _Dem._ We are ripe for the same wishes,
+  _Polidora's_ part of me.
+
+  _Pol._ He all my blessing.
+
+  _Leo._ Heaven pour full joys upon you.
+
+  _Mac._ We are all blest,
+  There wants but one to fill your arms.
+
+  _Leo._ My Mistriss,
+  And Wife shall be my Countrey, to which I
+  Was in my birth contracted, your love since
+  Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was ceremony
+    Though Kingdoms by just Titles prove our own,
+    The subjects hearts do best secure a Crown.         [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _There is no Coronation to day,
+  Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,
+  If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,
+  Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,
+  Our solemn day sets glorious, for then
+  We hope by their s[oft] influence, the men
+  Will grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,
+  (Both) how we please, and bless our covetous ear
+  With your applause, more welcome than the Bells
+  Upon a triumph, Bonfires, or what else
+  Can speak a Coronation. And though I
+  Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,
+  By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,
+  I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  COXCOMB.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Ricardo, _a young Gentleman, in love with_ Viola.
+    Antonio, _the Coxcomb Gentleman_.
+    Mercurie, _fellow-traveller with_ Antonio.
+    Uberto,  }
+    Pedro,   } _three merry Gentlemen, friends to_ Ricardo.
+    Silvio,  }
+    Valerio, _a Countrey Gentleman_.
+    Curio, _Kinsman to_ Antonio.
+    Justice, _a shallow one_.
+    Andrugio, _Father to_ Viola.
+    Alexander, _servant to_ Mercurie's _Mother_.
+    Marke, _the Justice's Clerk_.
+    Rowland, _servant to_ Andrugio.
+    Tinker.
+    Constable.
+    Watch.
+    Drawer.
+    Musicians.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Viola, _Daughter to_ Andrugio.
+    Maria, _Wife to_ Antonio.
+    A Countrey-woman, _Mother to_ Mercurie.
+    Nan _and_  } _Milk-maids._
+    Madge.     }
+    Dorothie, _the Tinkers Trull_.
+
+
+  The Scene England, France.
+
+
+  The Principal Actors were
+
+    _Nathan Field_,
+    _Giles Gary_,
+    _Rich. Allen_,
+    _Robert Benfeild._
+    _Joseph Taylor_,
+    _Emanuel Read_,
+    _Hugh Atawell_,
+    _Will. Barcksted._
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _This Comedy long forgot, by some thought dead,
+  By us preserv'd, once more doth raise her head.
+  And to your noble censures does present,
+  Her outward form, and inward ornament.
+  Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known,
+  The makers that confest it for their own
+  Were this way skilful, and without the crime
+  Of flatteries I may say did please the time;
+  The work it self too, when it first came forth,
+  In the opinion of men of worth,
+  Was well receiv'd and favour'd, though some rude
+  And harsh among th' ignorant multitude,
+  (That relish gross food, better than a dish,
+  That's cook'd with care, and serv'd into the wish,
+  Of curious pallats) wanting wit and strength,
+  Truly to judge, condemn'd it for the length,
+  That fault's reform'd, and now 'tis to be try'd
+  Before such Judges 'twill not be deny'd
+  A free and noble hearing: nor fear I,
+  But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,
+  And give you cause (and with content) to say,
+  Their care was good, that did revive this Play._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus.  Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Rich._ Let us make use of this stolen privacy,
+  And not loose time in protestation, Mistriss,
+  For 'twere in me a kind of breach of faith,
+  To say again I love you.
+
+  _Vio._ Sweet, speak softly
+  For though the venture of your love to me,
+  Meets with a willing, and a full return:
+  Should it arrive unto my Fathers knowledge;
+  This were our last discourse.
+
+  _Rich._ How shall he know it?
+
+  _Vio._ His watching cares are such, for my advancement,
+  That every where his eye is fix'd upon me:
+  This night that does afford us some small freedom,
+  At the request and much intreaty of
+  The Mistriss of the House, was hardly given me:
+  For I am never suffer'd to stir out,
+  But he hath spies upon me: yet I know not
+  You have so won upon me, that could I think
+  You would love faithfully (though to entertain
+  Another thought of you, would be my death)
+  I should adventure on his utmost anger.
+
+  _Rich._ Why do you think I can be false?
+
+  _Vio._ No faith,
+  You [h]ave an honest face, but if you should--
+
+  _Rich._ Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice--
+
+  _Vio._ No more, I do believe you, the dance ended,
+  Which this free womans ghests have vow'd to have
+  E'r they depart, I will make home, and store me
+  With all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trusted
+  Unto my custody, and at the next corner,
+  To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,
+  Be ready to receive me.
+
+  _Rich._ I desire
+  No bond beyond your promise, let's go in,
+  To talk thus much, before the door, may breed
+  Suspition.
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury _and_ Antonio _talking_.
+
+  _Vio._ Here are company too.
+
+  _Rich._ Away,
+  Those powers that prosper true and honest loves
+  Will bless our undertakings.
+
+  _Vio._ 'Tis my wish, Sir.                     [_Exit_ Rich. _and_ Vio.
+
+  _Mer._ Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you to
+  Too much expence already in my travel:
+  And you have been too forward in your love;
+  To make my wants your own, allow me manners
+  Which you must grant I want, should I increase,
+  The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:
+  By still consuming you, give me leave
+  To take mine own ways now, and I shall often,
+  With willingness, come to visit you, and then thank you.
+
+  _Ant._ By this hand I could be angry, what do you think me?
+  Must we that have so long time been as one
+  Seen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;
+  Been bedfellows, and in our various journey
+  Mixt all our observations, part (as if
+  We were two Carriers at two several ways,
+  And as the fore-horse guides, cry God be with you)
+  Without or compliment, or ceremony?
+  In Travellers, that know transalpine garbs,
+  Though our designs are nee'r so serious, friend,
+  It were a capital crime, it must not be:
+  Nay, what is more, you shall not; you e'r long,
+  Shall see my house, and find what I call mine
+  Is wholly at your service.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis this tires me,
+  Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing else
+  But my Will lay in the choice: but 'tis not so,
+  My friends and kindred that have part of me,
+  And such on whom my chiefest hopes depend,
+  Justly expect the tender of my love
+  After my travel: then mine own honesty
+  Tells me 'tis poor, having indifferent means
+  To keep me in my quality and rank,
+  At my return, to tire anothers bounty,
+  And let mine own grow lusty, pardon me.
+
+  _Ant._ I will not, cannot, to conclude, I dare not:
+  Can any thing conferr'd upon my friend
+  Be burthensome to me? for this excuse
+  Had I no reason else, you should not leave me,
+  By a travellers faith you should not, I have said,
+  And then you know my humor, there's no contending.
+
+  _Mer._ Is there no way to 'scape this Inundation?
+  I shall be drown'd with folly if I go:
+  And after nine days, men may take me up,
+  With my gall broken.
+
+  _Ant._ Are you yet resolv'd?
+
+  _Mer._ Wou'd you would spare me.
+
+  _Ant._ By this light I cannot
+  By all that may be sworn by.
+
+  _Mer._ Patience help me,
+  And heaven grant his folly be not catching:
+  If it be, the Town's undone, I now would give
+  A reasonable sum of gold to any Sheriff,
+  That would but lay an execution on me,
+  And free me from his company; while he was abroad,
+  His want of wit and language kept him dumb?
+  But _Balaam's_ Asse will speak now, without spurring.
+
+  _Ant._ Speak, have I won you?--
+
+        _Enter Servant and Musician._
+
+  _Mer._ You are not to be resisted.
+
+  _Ser._ Be ready I intreat you, the dance done,
+  Besides a liberal reward I have,
+  A bottle of Sherry in my power shall beget
+  New crotchets in your heads.
+
+  _Musi._ Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.
+
+  _Serv._ Go in.
+
+  _Ant._ I know this fellow.
+  Belong you to the house?
+
+  _Serv._ I serve the Mistriss.
+
+  _Ant._ Pretty, and short, pray you Sir then inform her,
+  Two Gentlemen are covetous to be honor'd,
+  With her fair presence.
+
+  _Serv._ She shall know so much,
+  This is a merry night with us, and forbid not
+  Welcome to any that looks like a man:
+  I'll guide you the way.
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, follow, I have a trick in't.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Uberto, Silvio, Richardo, Maria, Pedro, Portia, Viola,
+        _with others_.
+
+  _Uber._ Come, where's this Masque? fairest, for our chear,
+  Our thanks and service, may you long survive,
+  To joy in many of these nights.
+
+  _Mar._ I thank you.
+
+  _Uber._ We must have Musick too, or else you give us,
+  But half a welcome.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray you Sir, excuse me.
+
+  _Silv._ By no means, Lady.
+
+  _Uber._ We'll crown our liberal feast,
+  With some delightful strain fitting your love:
+  And this good company.
+
+  _Mar._ Since you enforce it,
+  I will not plead the excuse of want of skill
+  Or be, or nice, or curious, every year
+  I celebrate my marriage night; and will
+  Till I see my absent Husband.
+
+  _Uber._ 'Tis fit freedom.
+
+  _Silv._ _Richardo_ thou art dull--
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Rich._ I shall be lighter,
+  When I have had a heat.
+
+  _Mar._ Now Sir, the news?
+
+  _Serv._ Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.
+
+  _Mar._ Where?
+
+  _Serv._ Complimenting who should first enter.
+
+  _Mar._ What are they?
+
+  _Serv._ Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have you never seen
+  a Cat wash her face?
+
+  _Uber._ Yes.
+
+  _Serv._ Just such a stir they keep, if you make but haste,
+  You may see 'em yet before they enter.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonia _and_ Mercurie.
+
+  _Mer._ Let 'em be what they [will,] we'll [give] them fair
+  Entertain, and gentle welcome.
+
+  _Ant._ It shall be so.
+
+  _Mer._ Then let it be your pleasure.
+
+  _Ant._ Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have
+  Fine sport anon.
+
+  _Mer._ A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes.
+
+  _Mer._ What are they?
+
+  _Ant._ The second is a neighbors Daughter, her name is _Viola_.
+  There is my kinsmans wife, _Portia_ her name, and a
+  Friend too.
+
+  _Mer._ Let her--what's she that leads the dance?
+
+  _1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ I see that.
+
+  _1 Serv._ Indeed?
+
+  _Mer._ What?
+
+  _1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?
+
+  _2 Serv._ My Mistriss.
+
+  _Mer._ What else?
+
+  _2 Serv._ My Mistriss, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Your Mistriss? a pox on you,
+  What a fry of fools are here? I see 'tis treason to understand in
+  this house: if nature were not better to them, than they can be to
+  themselves, they would scant hit their mouths; my Mistriss? is there
+  any one with so much wit in's head, that can tell me at the first
+  fight, what Gentlewoman that is that leads the dance?
+
+  [_Ant._] 'Tis my wife.
+
+  _Mer._ Hum.
+
+  _Ant._ How dost thou like her?
+
+  _Mer._ Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Ant._ Prethee be quiet.
+
+  _Mer._ I would I could
+  Let never any hereafter that's a man,
+  That has affections in him, and free passions,
+  Receive the least tye from such a fool as this is,
+  That holds so sweet a wife, 'tis lamentable to consider truly
+  What right he robs himself of, and what wrong
+  He doth the youth of such a Gentlewoman,
+  That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,
+  Than men will please to make it so, and use it
+  Neither of which lies freely in a Husband,
+  Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?
+  If I had never seen, or never tasted
+  The goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,
+  But now to make a Cuckold is a sin
+  Against all forgiveness, worse than a murther;
+  I have a Wolf by the ears, and am bitten both ways.
+
+  _Ant._ How now friend, what are you thinking of?
+
+  _Mer._ Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.
+
+  _Ant._ Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,
+  I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall presently, the dance is done.
+
+  _1 Serv._ Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.
+
+  _Mar._ My Husband's welcome home, dear Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ She's fair still, oh that I were a knave, or durst be one,
+  For thy sake coxcomb; he that invented honesty, undid me.
+
+  _Ant._ I thought you had not known me, y'are merry 'tis well; thought,
+  And how ist with these worthy Gentlemen?
+
+  _Ub & Sil._ We are glad to see you here again.
+
+  _Ant._ Oh Gent, what ha' you lost? but get you into travels,
+  There you may learn, I cannot say what hidden virtues.
+
+  _Mer._ Hidden from you I am sure,
+ My blood boils like a furnace,
+  She's a fare one.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,
+  Fitting my most especial friend.
+
+  _Mar._ What this poor house may yield,
+  To make you welcome, dear Sir, command
+  Without more compliment.
+
+  _Mer._ I thank you:
+  She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessing
+  Is gone by me, ne'er to be recovered!
+  Well, 'twas an old shame the Devil laid up for me, and now has hit me
+  home; if there be any ways to be dishonest, and save myself yet,----
+  No, it must not be, why should I be a fool too----Yet those eyes would
+  tempt another _Adam_, how they call to me, and tell me----S'foot, they
+  shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?
+
+  _Ant._ How is't, Signior?
+
+  _Mer._ Crazie a little.
+
+  _Mar._ What ail you, Sir?
+  What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis that must do me good, she does not mock me sure?
+  And't please you nothing, my disease is only weariness.
+
+  _Ub._ Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.
+
+  _Rich._ I ha' some business, and 'tis late, and you far from your
+  lodging.
+
+  _Sil._ Well.                      [_Exit manent_, Ant. Mar. _and_ Mer.
+
+  _Ant._ Come my dear _Mercury_, I'll bring you to your chamber, and
+  then I am for you _Maria_, thou art a new wife to me now, and thou
+  shalt find it e'r I sleep.
+
+  _Mer._ And I, an old ass to my self, mine own rod whips me,--good Sir,
+  no more of this, 'tis tedious, you are the best guide in your own
+  house--go Sir--                                [_Exit_ Ant. _and_ Mer.
+  This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantick
+  From two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me.              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Uberto, Pedro, _and_ Silvio.
+
+  _Ub._ Well you must have this wench then.
+
+  _Ric._ I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.
+
+  _Ped._ Wou'd I were hang'd, 'tis a good loving little fool, that dares
+  venture her self upon a coast she never knew yet, but these women,
+  when they are once thirteen, god speed the plough.
+
+  _Sil._ Faith they'll venture further for their lading, than a
+  Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be fraughted, they
+  are mad[e] like _Carrecks_, only strength and storage.
+
+  _Ric._ Come, come, you talk, you talk.
+
+  _Sil._ We do so, but tell me _Richardo_, wot thou marry her?
+
+  _Ric._ Marry her? why, what should I do with her?
+
+  _Ped._ Pox, I thought we should have [had] all shares in her, like
+  lawful prize.
+
+  _Ric._ No by my faith, Sir, you shall pardon me, I lanch'd her at my
+  own charge, without partners and so I'll keep her.
+
+  _Ub._ What's the hour?
+
+  _Rich._ Twelve.
+
+  _Ub._ What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.
+
+  _Sil._ There's no standing here, is not this the place?
+
+  _Ric._ Yes.
+
+  _Ped._ And to go back unto her fathers house, may breed suspition,
+  Let's slip into a Tavern, for an hour, 'tis very cold.
+
+  _Ub._ Content, there is one hard by, a quart of burnt sack will
+  recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing flesh in the
+  frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating, but sure the Woodmen have
+  no great catch on't; Shall's go?
+
+  _Rich._ Thou art the strangest lover of a Tavern, What shall we do
+  there now? lose the hour and our selves too.
+
+  _Ub._ Lose a pudding; What do'st thou talk of the hour; Will one quart
+  muzle us? have we not ears to hear, and tongues to ask the Drawers,
+  but we must stand here like bawds to watch the minutes?
+
+  _Sil._ Prethee content thy self, we shall scout here, as though we
+  went a haying, and have some mangey prentice, that cannot sleep for
+  scratching, over-hear us; Come, Will you go Sirs? when your love fury
+  is a little frozen, you'll come to us.
+
+  _Ric._ Will you drink but one quart then?
+
+  _Ped._ No more i'faith.
+
+  _Sil._ Content.
+
+  _Ric._ Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.
+
+  _Ub._ As watchful as the Belman, come, I'll lead, because I hate good
+  manners, they are too tedious.                              [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Viola _with a Key, and a little Casket_.
+
+  The night is terrible, and I enclos'd
+  With that my vertue and my self hate most,
+  Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,
+  Some company, and every step I take
+  Sounds louder in my fearful ears to night
+  Than ever did, the shrill and sacred bell
+  That rang me to my prayers; the house will rise
+  When I unlock the dore, were it by day
+  I am bold enough, but then a thousand eyes
+  Warne me from going, might not [God] have made
+  A time for envious prying folk to sleep,
+  Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?
+  Yet I was bold enough, to steal this key
+  Out of my fathers Chamber, and dare yet
+  Venture upon mine enemy, the night,
+  Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friend
+  Alas how valiant, and how fraid at once
+  Love makes a Virgin! I will throw this key
+  Back through a window, I had wealth enough
+  In Jewels with me, if I hold his love
+  I steal e'm for; farewell my place of birth,
+  I never make account to look on thee again;
+  And if there be, as I have heard men say,
+  These houshold gods, I do beseech them look
+  To this my charge, bless it from theeves and fire,
+  And keep, till happily my love I win,
+  Me from thy door, and hold my Father in.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio, _and_ Drawer _with
+        a Candle_.
+
+  _Ric._ No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Faith Sir, 'tis very late.
+
+  _Ub._ Faith, Sir, you lie, is this your jack i'th' clock-house?
+  will you strike, Sir? gi's some more sack, you varlet.
+
+  _Ric._ Nay, if you love me, good _Uberto_ goe,
+  I am monstrous hot with Wine.
+
+  _Ub._ Quench it again with love, Gentlemen, I will drink one health
+  more, and then if my legs say me not shamefully nay, I will go with
+  you, give me a singular quart.
+
+  _Draw._ Of what Wine Sir?
+
+  _Uber._ Of Sack, you that speak confusion at the bar, of Sack, I say,
+  and every one his quart, what a Devil lets be merry.
+
+  _Draw._ You shall, Sir.                                       [_Exit._
+
+  _Ped._ We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.
+
+  _Sil._ And an Olive, boy, and a whole bunch of fidlers, my head swims
+  plaguely, 'uds pretious I shall be clawd.
+
+        _Enter_ Drawer _with four quarts of wine_.
+
+  _Ric._ Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise, 'tis
+  midnight Gentlemen.
+
+  _Ub._ O that it were dum midnight now, not a word more, every man on's
+  knees, and betake himself to his saint, here's to your wench,
+  seignior, all this, and then away.
+
+  _Rich._ I cannot drink it.
+
+  _Ped._ 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.
+
+  _Uber._ Now dare I speak any thing, to any body living, come, Where's
+  the fault? off with it.
+
+  _Ric._ I have broke my wind, Call you this Sack?--I wonder who made
+  it? he was a sure workman, for 'tis plaguy strong work, Is it gone
+  round?
+
+  _Ub._ 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the Moon up yet?
+
+  _Draw._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ Where is she boy?
+
+  _Draw._ There, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ We shall have rain and thunder, boy.
+
+  _Draw._ When Sir?
+
+  _Ub._ I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.
+
+  _Draw._ The Gentleman is Wine-wise.
+
+  _Uber._ Drawer?
+
+  _Draw._ Here, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ Can you procure?
+
+  _Draw._ What Sir?
+
+  _Uber._ A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?
+
+  _Sil._ I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.
+
+  _Draw._ I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.
+
+  _Ric._ The mor's the pitty, boy, Can you not 'vize us where my Child?
+
+  [_Draw._ Neither, in troth sir.]
+
+  _Ped._ Why where were you brought up, boy? no inckling of a Whore? no
+  aym my boy?
+
+  _Uber._ It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst marry, Why
+  shouldst thou marry, tell me?
+
+  _Rich._ I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.
+
+  _Sil._ Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.
+
+  _Ric._ I cannot tell, she may be an offender; but signior _Silvio_, I
+  shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.
+
+  _Sil._ Judge me, I do but jest with thee, what an she were inverted
+  with her heeles upward, like a traitor's Coat? what care I.
+
+  _Ub._ I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?
+
+  _Rich._ I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you not talke of
+  wenches?
+
+  _Sil._ Boy, lend me your Candle.
+
+  _Draw._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Sil._ To set fire to your rotten seeling, you'll keep no Whores,
+  Rogue, no good members.
+
+  _Draw._ Whores, Sir.
+
+  _Sih._ I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with your hogsheads?
+
+  _Rich._ I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any time this three
+  weeks.
+
+  _Silv._ Wee'll beat the Town too, and thou wilt, we are proof boy;
+  Shall [wee] kill any body?
+
+  _Rich._ No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.
+
+  _Uber._ _Silv._ Now must I kill one, I cannot avoid it, boy, easily
+  afore there with your candle; Where's your Mistriss?
+
+  _Draw._ A bed, Sir.
+
+  _Sil._ With whom?
+
+  _Draw._ With my Master.
+
+  _Uber._ You lye Boy, shee's better brought up than to lye with her
+  husband, Has he not cast his head yet? next year he will be a
+  velvet-headed Cuckold.                                      [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Draw._ You are a merry Gentleman, there Sir, take hold.
+
+        _Enter_ Viola.
+
+  _Viola._ This is the place, I have out-told the Clock,
+  For haste, he is not here. _Richardo_? no;
+  Now every power that loves and is belov'd:
+  Keep me from shame to night, for all you know
+  Each thought of mine is innocent, and pure,
+  As flesh and blood can hold: I cannot back;
+  I threw the Key within, and ere I raise
+  My Father up, to see his daughters shame,
+  I'll set me down, and tell the Northern Wind,
+  That it is gentler than the curling West;
+  If it will blow me dead, but he will come;
+  I'faith 'tis cold; if he deceive me thus,
+  A woman will not easily trust a Man. Hark, What's that?
+
+  _Sil. within._ Th'art over long at thy pot, tom, tom, thou art over
+  long at the pot tom.
+
+  _Viol._ Bless me! Whose that?
+
+  _Pedro within._ Whoo!
+
+  _Uber. within._ There Boyes.
+
+  _Viol._ Darkness be thou my cover, I must fly,
+  To thee I haste for help--
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawer _with a Torch_.
+
+  _Viol._ They have a light,
+  Wind, if thou lov'st a Virgin, blow it out,
+  And I will never shut a window more,
+  To keep thee from me.
+
+  _Rich._ Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Sir.
+
+  _Rich._ Why Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ What say you, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ Why Boy? Art thou drunk Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ What would you, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ Why very good, Where are we?
+
+  _Uber._ I, that's the point.
+
+  _Draw._ Why Sir, you will be at your Lodging presently.
+
+  _Rich._ I'll go to no lodging Boy.
+
+  _Draw._ Whither will you go then, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ I'll go no farther.
+
+  _Draw._ For Gods sake, Sir, do not stay here all night.
+
+  _Rich._ No more I will not, Boy, lay me down, and rowle me to a Whore.
+
+  _Uber._ And me.
+
+  _Ped._ There spoke an--
+
+  _Silvio._ Then set your foot to my foot, and up tailes all.
+
+  _Viola._ That is _Richardo_, what a noise they make!
+  'Tis ill done on 'em: here, Sirs, _Richardo_?
+
+  _Rich._ What's that Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ 'Tis a Wench, Sir, pray Gentlemen come away.
+
+  _Viol._ O my dear love! How doest thou?
+
+  _Rich._ [My] sweet heart? even as thou seest.
+
+  _Ped._ Where's thy Wench?
+
+  _Uber._ Where's this bed worme?
+
+  _Viol._ Speak softly for the love of heaven.
+
+  _Draw._ Mistriss, get you gone, and do not entice the Gentlemen, now
+  you see they'r drunk, or I'll call the Watch, and lay you fast enough.
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, What are you? or, What do you mean?
+  Sweet love, Where's the place?
+
+  _Ric._ Marry sweet love, e'en here, lye down, I'll feese [you].
+
+  _Vio._ Good God! What mean you?
+
+  _Ped._ I'll have the Wench.
+
+  _Uber._ If you can get her.
+
+  _Sil._ No, I'll lye with the Wench to night, and she shall be yours
+  to morrow.
+
+  _Ped._ Let go the Wench.
+
+  _Sil._ Let you go the Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ O Gentlemen, as you had mothers!
+
+  _Uber._ They had no mothers; they are the Sons of bitches.
+
+  _Ric._ Let that be maintain'd.
+
+  _Sil._ Marry then.
+
+  _Viol._ Oh bless me heaven!
+
+  _Uber._ How many is there on's?
+
+  _Ric._ About five.
+
+  _Uber._ Why then lets fight three to three.
+
+  _Sil._ Content.                                 [_Draw and fall down._
+
+  _Draw._ The Watch! the watch! the watch! Where are you?       [_Exit._
+
+  _Ric._ Where are these Cowards?
+
+  _Ped._ There's the W[h]ore.
+
+  _Viol._ I never saw a drunken man before,
+  But these I think are so.
+
+  _Sil._ Oh!
+
+  _Ped._ I mist you narrowly there.
+
+  _Viol._ My state is such, I know not how to think,
+  A prayer fit for me, only I could move,
+  That never Maiden more might be in love.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Drawer, Constable _and_ Watch.
+
+  _Watch._ Where are they, Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Make no such haste, Sir, they are no runners.
+
+  _Ub._ I am hurt, but that's all one, I shall light upon some of ye.
+  _Pedro_, thou art a tall Gentleman, let me kiss thee.
+
+  _Watch._ My friend.
+
+  _Uber._ Your friend? you lie.
+
+  _Ric._ Stand further off, the watch, you are full of fleas.
+
+  _Con._ Gentlemen, either be quiet, or we must make you quiet.
+
+  _Rich._ Nay, good Mr. Constable, be not so Rigorous.
+
+  _Uber._ Mr. Constable, lend me thy hand of Justice.
+
+  _Const._ That I will Sir.
+
+  _Uber._ Fy Mr. Constable, What golls you have! is Justice so blind
+  [She] cannot see to wash your hands? I cry you Mercy, Sir;
+  Your gloves are on.
+
+  _Draw._ Now you are up, Sir, Will you go to bed?
+
+  _Ped._ I'll truckle here, Boy, give me another pillow.
+
+  _Draw._ Will you stand up, and let me lay it on then?
+
+  _Ped._ Yes.
+
+  _Draw._ There hold him two of ye, now they are up, be going Mr.
+          Constable.
+
+  _Rich._ And this way, and that way, tom.
+
+  _Uber._ And here away, and there away, tom.
+
+  _Silv._ This is the right way, the others the wrong.
+
+  _Ped._ Th' others the wrong.
+
+  _All._ Thou art over-long at the pot, tom, tom.
+
+  _Rich._ Lead valiantly, sweet Constable, whoop! ha Boyes.
+
+  _Const._ This Wine hunts in their heads.
+
+  _Rich._ Give me the bill, for I'll be the Sergeant.
+
+  _Const._ Look to him, Sirs.
+
+  _Rich._ Keep your Ranks, you Rascalls, keep your Ranks.     [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury.
+
+  _Mer._ I cannot sleep for thinking of this Asses Wife, I'll be gon
+  presently, there's no staying here, with this Devil about me; hoe,
+  this is the house of sleep, hoe! again there, 'sfoot, the darkness,
+  and this love together, will make me lunatick; ho!
+
+        _Enter a Servingman above unready._
+
+  _Ser._ Who calls there?
+
+  _Mer._ Pray take the pains to rise and light a candle.
+
+  _Ser._ Presently.
+
+  _Mer._ Was ever man but I in such a stocks? well, this shall be a
+  warning to me, and a fair one too, how I betray my self to such a
+  Dunce, by way of benefit.
+
+        _Enter_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ser._ Did you call?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, pray do me the kindness, Sir, to let me out, and not [to]
+  enquire why, for I must needs be gone.
+
+  _Ser._ Not to night, I hope, Sir,
+
+  _Mer._ Good Sir to night, I would not have troubled you else, pray let
+  it be so.
+
+  _Ser._ Alas, Sir, my Master will be offended.
+
+  _Mer._ That I have business? no I warrant ye.
+
+  _Ser._ Good Sir take your rest.
+
+  _Mer._ Pray my good friend let me appoint my own rest.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Then shew me the way out, I'll consider you.
+
+  _Ser._ Good Lord, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ If I had not an excellent temper'd patience, now should I break
+  this fellows head, and make him understand 'twere necessary; the onely
+  plague of this house is the unhandsome love of servants, that ne'er do
+  their duty in the right place, but when they muster before dinner, and
+  sweep the Table with a wodden dagger, and then they are troublesome
+  too, to all mens shoulders, the Woodcocks flesht agen, now I shall
+  have a new stir.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Ant._ Why how now friend? What do you up so late? are you well? Do
+  you want any thing? pray speak.
+
+  _Mer._ Onely the cause I rise for.
+
+  _Ant._ What knaves are these? What do you want? why Sirrah?
+
+  _Mer._ Nothing i'th' World, but the keyes to let me out of dores; I
+  must be gon, be not against it, for you cannot stay me.
+
+  _Ant._ Be gon at this time? that were a merry jest.
+
+  _Mer._ If there be any mirth in't, make you use on't, but I must go.
+
+  _Ant._ Why for loves sake?
+
+  _Mer._ 'Twill benefit your understanding nothing to know the cause,
+  pray go to bed, I'll trouble your Man only.
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, Sir, you have rais'd more, that has reason to curse you,
+  and you knew all, my Wifes up, and coming down too.
+
+  _Mer._ Alas, it will be a trouble, pray go up to her, and let me
+  disturbe no more, 'tis unmannerly.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife _as out of her [b]ed_.
+
+  _Ant._ Shee's here already; sweet heart: How say you by this
+  Gentleman? he would away at midnight.
+
+  _Wife._ That I am sure he will not.
+
+  _Mer._ Indeed I must.
+
+  _Mar._ Good Sir let not your homely entertainment press you to leave
+  your bed at midnight; if you want, what my house or our town may
+  afford you, make it your own fault if you call not for it; pray go to
+  bed again; let me compel you, I am sure you have no power to deny a
+  Woman; the ayr is piercing, and to a body beaten with long travel,
+  'twill prove an ill Physitian.
+
+  _Mer._ If she speak longer I shall be a knave, as rank as ever sweat
+  for't; Sir, if you will send your Wife up presently, I will either
+  stay with you, d'ye mark me, or deliver you, so just a cause, that you
+  your self, shall thrust me out of dores, both suddenly, and willingly.
+
+  _Ant._ I would fain hear that 'faith, pray thee go up sweet heart, I
+  have half perswaded him, besides, he hath some private business with
+  me.
+
+  _Mar._ Good night, Sir, and what content you would have, I wish with
+  you.                                                          [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ Could any man that had a back ask more! O me! O me!
+
+  _Ant._ Now deal directly with me: Why should you go?
+
+  _Mer._ If you be wise do not enquire the cause, 'twill trouble you:
+
+  _Ant._ Why? prithee why?
+
+  _Mer._ 'Faith I would not have you know it, let me go, 'twill be far
+  better for you.
+
+  _Ant._ Who's that, that knocks there? i'st not at the street door?
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ Who's there, cannot you speak?
+
+  _Within Vio._ A poor distressed Maid, for gods sake let me in.
+
+  _Mer._ Let her in and me out together, 'tis but one labor, 'tis pity
+  she should stand i'th' street, it seems she knows you.
+
+  _Ant._ There she shall stand for me, you are ignorant; this is a
+  common custome of the Rogues that lie about the loose parts of the
+  City.
+
+  _Mer._ As how?
+
+  _Ant._ To knock at doors in dead time of night, and use some feigned
+  voice to raise compassion, and when the doors are open, in they rush,
+  and cut the throats of all, and take the booty, we cannot be too
+  careful.
+
+  _Within Vi._ As ever you had pity let me in, I am undone else.
+
+  _Ant._ Who are you?
+
+  _Vio._ My name is _Viola_, a Gentlewoman, that ill chance hath
+  distressed, you know my Father.
+
+  _Mer._ Alas of god we'll let her in, 'tis one of the Gentlewomen were
+  here i'th' evening, I know her by her name, (poor soul) shee's cold I
+  warrant her, let her have my warme Bed, and I'll take her fortune;
+  come, pray come.
+
+  _Ant._ It is not _Viola_, that's certain, she went home to her
+  Fathers, I am sure.
+
+  _Via._ Will not you be so good to let me in?
+
+  _Ant._ I'll be so good to have you whipt away if you stay a little
+  longer: Shee's gone I warrant her, now let me know your cause, for I
+  will hear it, and not repent the knowing.
+
+  _Mer._ Since you are so importunate, I'll tell you, I love your Wife
+  extreamly.
+
+  _Ant._ Very well.
+
+  _Mer._ And so well that I dare not stay.
+
+  _Ant._ Why?
+
+  _Mer._ For wronging you, I know I am flesh and blood, and you have
+  done me friendships infinite and often, that must require me honest,
+  and a true Man, and I will be so, or I'll break my heart.
+
+  _Ant._ Why, you may stay for all this, methinks.
+
+  _Mer._ No, though I wood be good, I am no saint, nor is it safe to try
+  me, I deal plainly.
+
+  _Ant._ Come, I dare try you, do the best you can.
+
+  _Mer._ You shall not, when I am right agen, I'll come and see you,
+  till when, I'll use all Countryes, and all means, but I will lose this
+  folly, 'tis a Divel.
+
+  _Ant._ Is there no way to stay you?
+
+  _Mer._ No, unless you will have me such a villain to you, as all men
+  shall spit at me.
+
+  _Ant._ Do's she know you love her?
+
+  _Mer._ No, I hope not, that were recompence fit for a Rogue to render
+  her.
+
+  _Ant._ If ever any had a faithful friend, I am that Man, and I may
+  glory in't, this is he, that _ipse_, he that passes all Christendome
+  for goodness, he shall not over goe me in his friendship, 'twere
+  recreant and base, and I'll be hang'd first, I am resolv'd, go thy
+  wayes, a Wife [shall] never part us: I have consider'd, and I find her
+  nothing to such a friend as thou art; I'll speak a bold world, take
+  your time and woe her, you have overcome me clearly, and do what's
+  fitting with her, you conceive me, I am glad at heart you love her: by
+  this light, ne're stare upon me, for I will not flye from it, if you
+  had spoken sooner, sure you had been serv'd; Sir, you are not every
+  Man, now to your taske, I give you free leave, and the sin is mine if
+  there be any in it.
+
+  _Mer._ He will be hang'd before he makes this good, he cannot be so
+  innocent a Coxcombe, he can tell ten sure, if I had never known you as
+  I have done, I might be one, as others perhaps sooner, but now 'tis
+  impossible, there's too much good between us.
+
+  _Ant._ Well, thou art e'en the best man--I can say no more, I am, so
+  over-joy'd, you must stay this night, and in the morning go as early
+  as you please, I have a toy for you.
+
+  _Mer._ I thought this pill would make you sick.
+
+  _Ant._ But where you mean to be I must have notice,
+  And it must be hard by too, do you mark me?
+
+  _Mer._ Why, What's the matter?
+
+  _Ant._ There is a thing in hand.
+
+  _Mer._ Why? What thing?
+
+  _Ant._ A sound one, if it take right, and you be not peevish. We two
+  will be--you would little think it; as famous for our friendship--
+
+  _Mer._ How?
+
+  _Ant._ If [God] please, as ever _Damon_ was, and _Pytheas_; or
+  _Pylades_ and _Orestes_, or any two that ever were: do you conceive me
+  yet?
+
+  _Mer._ No, by my troth, Sir; he will not help me up sure.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall anon, and for our names, I think they shall live
+  after us, and be remember'd while there is a story; or [I] lose my
+  aime.
+
+  _Mer._ What a vengeance ailes he? How do you?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes faith, we two will be such friends, as the world shall ring
+  of.
+
+  _Mer._ And why is all this?
+
+  _Ant._ You shall enjoy my wife.
+
+  _Mer._ Away, away.
+
+  _Ant._ The wonder must begin, so I have cast it, 'twill be scurvy
+  else, you shall not stir a foot in't, pray be quiet till I have made
+  it perfect.
+
+  _Mer._ What shall a Man do with this wretched fellow? there is no
+  mercy to be used towards him, he is not capable of any pitty, he will
+  in spight of course be a Cuckold, And who can help it? must it begin
+  so needs Sir?--think agen.
+
+  _Ant._ Yes marry must it, and I my self will woe this woman for you,
+  Do you perceive it now? ha?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, now I have a little sight ith' matter; O that thy head
+  should be so monstrous, that all thy Servants hats may hang upon't!
+  but do you meane to do this?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes certain, I will woe her, and for you, strive not against
+  it, 'tis the overthrow of the best plot that ever was then.
+
+  _Mer._ Nay, I'll assure you, Sir, I'll do no harm, you have too much
+  about you of your own.
+
+  _Ant._ Have you thought of a place yet?
+
+  _Mer._ A place?
+
+  _Ant._ I a place where you will bide, prethee no more of this modesty,
+  'tis foolish, and we were not determin'd to be absolute friends
+  indeed, 'twere tolerable.
+
+  _Mer._ I have thought, and you shall hear from me.
+
+  _Ant._ Why, this will gain me everlasting glory; I have the better of
+  him, that's my comfort, good night.                           [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ Good night, well go thy wayes, thou art the tydiest wittall
+  this day I think above ground, and yet thy end for all this must be
+  mottly.                                                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter a_ Tinker _with a Cord, and_ Dorothy.
+
+  _Tink._ 'Tis b[i]tter cold; a plague upon these Rogues, how wary they
+  are grown! not a door open now, but double barr'd; not a Window, but
+  up with a case of wood like a spice box, and their locks unpickable,
+  the very Smiths that were half venture[r]s, drink penitent, single
+  Ale, this is the Iron age, the Ballad sings of; well, I shall meet
+  with some of our loose Linnen yet, good fellows must not starve;
+  here's he shall shew God a mighties dog bolts, if this hold.
+
+  _Dorothy._ Faith thou art but too merciful, that's thy fault, thou art
+  as sweet a Thief, that sin excepted, as ever suffer'd, that's a proud
+  word, and I'll maintain it.
+
+  _Tinck._ Come, prethee let's shogg off, and browze an hour or two,
+  there's Ale will make a Cat speak, at the harrow, we shall get nothing
+  now, without we batter, 'tis grown too near morning, the Rogues sleep
+  sober, and are watchful.
+
+  _Dorit._ We want a Boy extreamly for this function, kept under for a
+  year, with milk, and knot-grass; in my time I have seen a boy do
+  wonders; _Robbin_ the red Tinker had a Boy, Rest his Soul, he suffer'd
+  this time 4 years, for two Spoons, and a Pewter Candlestick, that
+  sweet Man had a Boy, as I am Curstend Whore, would have run through a
+  Cat hole, he would have boulted such a piece of Linen in an evening--
+
+  _Tinck._ Well, we will have a Boy, prethee lets go, I am vengeance
+  cold I tell thee.
+
+  _Dorothy._ I'll be hang'd before I stir without some purchase, by
+  these ten bones, I'll turn she-ape, and untile a house, but I'll have
+  it, it may be I have a humor to be hang'd, I cannot tell.
+
+        _Enter_ Viola.
+
+  _Tinck._ Peace, you flead Whore, thou hast a mouth like a Bloodhound,
+  here comes a night-shade.
+
+  _Dorit._ A Gentlewoman Whore, by this darkness I'll case her to the
+  skin.
+
+  _Tinck._ Peace, I say.
+
+  _Viola._ What fear have I endur'd this dismal night!
+  And what disgrace, if I were seen and known!
+  In which this darkness onely is my friend,
+  That onely has undone me; a thousand curses
+  Light on my easie, foolish, childish love,
+  That durst so lightly lay a confidence
+  Upon a Man, so many being false;
+  My weariness, and weeping, makes me sleepy, I must lie down.
+
+  _Tinck._ What's this? a Prayer, or a Homily, or a Ballad of good
+  councel? she has a Gown, I am sure.
+
+  _Dor._ Knock out her brains, and then shee'll nee'r bite.
+
+  _Tinck._ Yes, I will knock her, but not yet, you? woman?
+
+  _Viol._ For Gods sake what are you?
+
+  _Tinck._ One of the groomes of your wardrobe, come, uncase, uncase;
+  byr Lady a good Kersey.
+
+  _Vio._ Pray do not hurt me, Sir.
+
+  _Dor._ Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall cut your
+  whistle.
+
+  _Viol._ Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable as you can make
+  me any way.
+
+  _Dor._ That shall be try'd.
+
+  _Vio._ Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.
+
+  _Tink._ Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets _Doll_, there may be
+  birds.
+
+  _Dor._ They are flown, a pox go with them, I'll have this Hat, and
+  this Ruffe too, I like it, now will I flourish like a Lady, brave,
+  I faith boy.
+
+  _Vio._ Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,
+  That by my truth I could live with you.
+
+  _Tin._ Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well bloudded, I am
+  for her, Theeves.
+
+  _Dor._ But by this I am not, coole your Codpiece, Rogue, or I'll clap
+  a spell upon't, shall take your edge off with a very vengeance.
+
+  _Tin._ Peace, horse-flesh, peace, I'll cast off my Amazon, she has
+  walk'd too long, and is indeed notorious, shee'll fight and scould,
+  and drink like one of the worthies.
+
+  _Dort._ Uds, pretious you young contagious Whore, must you be ticing?
+  and, Is your flesh so wranck, Sir, that two may live upon't? I am glad
+  to hear your Cortalls grown so lusty; he was dry founder'd t'other
+  day, wehee my pamper'd Jade of _Asia_.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Woman do not hurt me, I am sorry that I have given any
+  cause of anger.
+
+  _Dor._ Either bind her quickly, and come away, or by this steel I'll
+  [tell], though I truss for company; now could I eate her broyl'd, or
+  any way, without Vinegar, I must have her Nose.
+
+  _Vio._ By any thing you love best, good Sir, good Woman.
+
+  _Tin._ Why her Nose, _Dorothy_?
+
+  _Dor._ If I have it not, and presently [and] warm, I lose that I go
+  withal.
+
+  _Tin._ Wood the Devil had that thou goest withall, and thee together,
+  for sure he got thy whelps if thou hast any, shees thy deere dad,
+  Whore! put up your cutpurse; an I take my switch up, 'twill be a black
+  time with you else, sheth your bung Whore.
+
+  _Dor._ Will you bind her? we shall stand here prating, and be hang'd
+  both.
+
+  _Tin._ Come, I must bind you, not a word, no crying.
+
+  _Vio._ Do what you will, indeed I will not cry.
+
+  _Tin._ Hurt her not, if thou dost, by Ale and Beer, I'll clout thy old
+  bald brain pan, with a piece of Brass, you Bitch incarnate.
+                                         [_Exeunt_ Tinker _and_ Dorothy.
+
+  _Viola._ O [God], to what am I reserv'd, that knew not
+  Through all my childish hours and actions,
+  More sin, than poor imagination,
+  And too much loving of a faithless Man?
+  For which I'm paid, and so, that not the day
+  That now is rising to protect the harmless,
+  And give the innocent a sanctuary
+  From theeves and spoilers, can deliver me
+  From shame, at least suspition--
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio.
+
+  _Val._ Sirrah, lead down the horses easily, I'll walke a foot till I
+  be down the hill, 'tis very early, I shall reach home betimes. How
+  now, whose there?
+
+  _Vio._ Night, that was ever friend to Lovers, yet
+  Has rais'd some weary Soul, that hates his bed,
+  To come and see me blush, and then laugh at me.
+
+  _Val._ H'ad a rude heart that did this.
+
+  _Vio._ Gentle Sir,
+  If you have that which honest men call pitty,
+  And be as far from evil as you shew;
+  Help a poor Maid, that this night by bad fortune
+  Has been thus us'd by Robbers.
+
+  _Val._ A pox upon his heart that would not help thee, this Thief was
+  half a Lawyer by his bands, How long have you been tyed here?
+
+  _Viol._ Alas, this hour, and with cold and fear am almost perisht.
+
+  _Val._ Where were the watch the while? good sober Gent. they were like
+  careful members of the City, drawing in diligent Ale, and singing
+  catches, while Mr. Constable contriv'd the Tosts: these fellows would
+  be more severely punisht than wandring Gipsies, that every statute
+  whips; for if they had every one two eyes a piece more, three pots
+  would put them out.
+
+  _Viol._ I cannot tell, I found no Christian to give me succor.
+
+  _Val._ When they take a Thief, I'll take _Ostend_ agen; the whorsons
+  drink Opium in their Ale, and then they sleep like tops; as for their
+  bills, they only serve to reach down Bacon to make Rashers on; now let
+  me know whom I have done this courtesie too, that I may thank my early
+  rising for it.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, All I am, you see.
+
+  _Val._ You have a name I'm sure, and a kindred, a Father, friend, or
+  something that must own you; shee's a handsome young Wench; What
+  Rogues were these to Rob her?
+
+  _Vio._ Sir, you see all I dare reveale,
+  And as you are a Gentleman press me no further;
+  For there begins a grief, whose bitterness
+  Will break a stronger heart than I have in me,
+  And 'twill but make you heavy with the hearing,
+  For your own goodness sake desire it not.
+
+  _Val._ If you would not have me enquire that, How do you live then?
+
+  _Viol._ How I have liv'd, is still one question,
+  Which must not be resolv'd--
+  How I desire to live, is in your liking,
+  So worthy an opinion I have of you.
+
+  _Val._ Is in my liking? How I pray thee? tell me, i'faith I'll do you
+  any good lies in my power; she has an eye would raise a bedrid man;
+  come, leave your fear, and tell me, that's a good Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, I would serve--
+
+  _Val._ Who would'st thou serve? do not weep and tell me.
+
+  _Viol._ Faith, Sir, even some good woman, and such a wife if you be
+  married, I do imagine yours.
+
+  _Val._ Alas! thou art young and tender, let me see thy hand, this was
+  ne'er made to wash, or wind up water, beat cloaths, or rub a floor, by
+  this light, for one use that shall be nameless, 'tis the best wanton
+  hand that e're I lookt on.
+
+  _Vio._ Dare you accept me, Sir, my heart is honest,
+  Among your vertuous charitable deeds,
+  This will not be the least.
+
+  _Val._ Thou canst in a Chamber?
+
+  _Vio._ In a Chamber, Sir?
+
+  _Val._ I mean wait there upon a Gentlewoman,
+  How quick she is, I like that mainly too;
+  I'll have her, though I keep her with main strength like a besieged
+  Town, for I know I shall have the Enemy afore me within a week.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, I can sow too, and make pretty laces,
+  Dress a head handsome, teach young Gentlewomen,
+  For in all these I have a little knowledge.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis well, no doubt I shall encrease that knowledge; I like her
+  better still, how she provokes me; pritty young Maid, you shall serve
+  a good Gentlewoman, though I say't, that will not be unwilling you
+  should please me, nor I forgetful if you do.
+
+  _Viol._ I am the happier.
+
+  _Val._ My man shall make some shift to carry you behind him, Can you
+  ride well?
+
+  _Viola._ But I'll hold fast for catching of a fall.
+
+  _Val._ That's the next way to pull another on you, I'll work her as I
+  go, I know shee's wax, now, now, at this time could I beget a Worthy
+  on this Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, for this Gentleness, may Heaven requite you tenfold.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis a good Wench, however others use thee, be sure I'll be a
+  loving Master to thee, come.                                [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio _like an Irish Footman, with a Letter_.
+
+  _Ant._ I hope I am wild enough, for being known, I have writ a Letter
+  here, and in it have abus'd my self most bitterly, yet all my fear is
+  not enough, for that must do it, that must lay it on, I'll win her out
+  i'th' flint, 'twill be more famous, now for my language.
+
+        _Enter_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ser._ Now, Sir, Who would you speak with?
+
+  _Ant._ Where be thy Mastres Man? I would speak with her,
+  I have a Letter.
+
+  _Ser._ Cannot I deliver it?
+
+  _Ant._ No, by my trot, and fait, can'st thou not Man.
+
+  _Ser._ Well, Sir, I'll call her to you, pray shake your ears without a
+  little.                                            [_Exit_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ant._ Cran a Cree do it quickly; this rebbel tonge sticks in my teeth
+  worse than a tough Hen, sure it was ne'er known at Babel, for they
+  sould no Apples, and this was made for certain at the first planting
+  of Orchards,'tis so crabbed.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife, _and_ Servingman.
+
+  _Mar._ What's he wood speak with me?
+
+  _Ser._ A kill kenny ring, there he stands Madam.
+
+  _Mar._ What would you have with me, friend?
+
+  _Ant._ He has a Letter for other Women, Wilt thou read it.
+
+  _Mar._ From whence?
+
+  _Ant._ De Crosse creest from my Master.
+
+  _Mar._ Who is your Master?
+
+  _Ant._ I pray do you look.
+
+  _Mar._ Do you know this fellow?
+
+  _Ser._ No Maddam, not I; more than an _Irish_ Footman, stand further
+  friend, I do not like your roperunners, What stallion Rogues are
+  these, to weare such dowsetts, the very Cotton may commit adultery.
+
+  _Mar._ I cannot find whose hand this should be, I'll read, To the
+  beauteous wife of _Don Antonio_, sure this is some blind scribe--well
+  now, What follows?
+
+  _Ant._ Pray God it take, I have given her that, will stir her
+  conscience, how it works with her; hope, if it be thy will, let the
+  flesh have it.
+
+  _Mar._ This is the most abhor'd, intollerable knavery, that ever slave
+  entertain'd, sure there is more than thine own head in this villany,
+  it goes like practic'd mischiefe; disabled in his body? O good God, as
+  I live he lies fearfully, and basely, ha? I should know that Jewel,
+  'tis my husband, come hither shat, Are you an Irish Man?
+
+  _Ant._ Sweete Woman a Cree I am an Irish man.
+
+  _Mar._ Now I know it perfectly; is this your trick, Sir? I'll trick
+  you for it; How long have you serv'd this Gentleman.
+
+  _Ant._ Please thee a little day, O my _Mac dermond_ put me to my
+  Mastree, 'tis don I know.
+
+  _Mar._ By my faith he speaks as well as if he had been lousy for the
+  language a year or two; well, Sir, you had been better have kept your
+  own shape as I will use you, What have I done that should deserve this
+  tryal? I never made him Cuckold, to my knowledge, Sirrah come hither.
+
+  _Ant._ Now will she send some Jewel, or some Letter, I know her mind
+  as well; I shall be famous.
+
+  _Mar._ Take this Irish bawde here.
+
+  _Ant._ How?
+
+  _Mar._ And kick him till his breeches and breech be of one colour, a
+  bright blew both.
+
+  _Ant._ I may be well swing'd thus, for I dare not reveale my self, I
+  hope she does not mean it, O hone, O hone, O St. _Patricke_, O a Cree,
+  O sweet Woman.
+
+  _Mar._ No, turn him, and kick him o't'other side, that's well.
+
+  _Ant._ O good waiting Man, I beseech thee good waiting man, a pox fyre
+  your Legs.
+
+  _Mar._ You Rogue, you enemy to all, but little breeches,
+  How dar'st thou come to me with such a Letter?
+
+  _Ant._ Prethee pitty the poor Irishman, all this makes for me, if I
+  win her yet, I am still more glorious.
+
+  _Mar._ Now could I weep at what I have done, but I'll harden my heart
+  agen, go shut him up, 'till my husband comes home, yet thus much ere
+  ye go, sirrah thach'd head, Would'st not thou be whipt, and think it
+  Justice? well _Aquavitæ_ Barrel, I will bounce you.
+
+  _Ant._ I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.
+
+  _Mar._ O you hobby headed Rascal, I'll have you flead, and trossers
+  made of thy skin to tumble in, go a way with him, let him see no sun,
+  till my husband come home, Sir, I shall meet with you for your
+  knavery, I fear it not.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou not let me go? I do not like this.
+
+  _Mar._ Away with him.
+
+  _Servingman._ Come, I'll lead you in by your Jack a lent hair, go
+  quietly, or I'll make your crupper crack.
+
+  _Mar._ And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have done, make my
+  Coach ready.
+
+  _Serving._ Yes forsooth.            [_Exit_ Servingman _with_ Antonio.
+
+  _Mar._ Lock him up safe enough, I'll to this Gentleman, I know the
+  reason of all this business, for I do suspect it, If he have this
+  plot, I'll ring him such a peal, shall make his eares deaf for a month
+  at least.                                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo.
+
+  _Ric._ Am I not mad? Can this weak temper'd head,
+  That will be mad with drink, endure the wrong
+  That I have done a Virgin, and my Love?
+  Be mad, for so thou ought'st, or I will beate
+  The walls and trees, down with thee, and will let
+  Either thy memory out, or madness in;
+  But sure I never lov'd fair _Viola_,
+  I never lov'd my Father, nor my Mother,
+  Or any thing but drink; had I had love;
+  Nay, had I known so much charity,
+  As would have sav'd an Infant from the fire,
+  I had been naked, raving in the street;
+  With halfe a face, gashing my self with knives,
+  Two houres ere this time.
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro, Silvio, Uberto.
+
+  _Ped._ Good morrow Sir.
+
+  _Rich._ Good morrow Gentlemen, shall we go drink agen?
+  I have my wits.
+
+  _Ped._ So have I, but they are unsetled ones, would I had some
+  porrige.
+
+  _Rich._ The Tavern boy was here this morning with me
+  And told me, that there was a Gentlewoman,
+  Which he took for a Whore, that hung on me:
+  For whom we quarrel'd, and I know not what.
+
+  _Ped._ I faith nor I.
+
+  _Ube._ I have a glimmering of some such thing.
+
+  _Rich._ Was it you, _Silvio_,
+  That made me drink so much? 'twas you or _Pedro_.
+
+  _Ped._ I know not who.
+
+  _Sil._ We [were] all apt enough.
+
+  _Rich._ But I will lay the fault on none but me,
+  That I would be so entreated, come _Silvio_,
+  Shall we go drink agen, come Gentlemen,
+  Why do you stay, let's never leave off now,
+  Whil'st we have Wine, and Throats, I'll practise it,
+  Till I have made it my best quality;
+  For what is best for me to do but that?
+  For [Gods] sake come and drink; when I am nam'd,
+  Men shall make answer, Which _Richardo_ mean you?
+  The excellent drinker? I will have it so,
+  Will you go drink?
+
+  _Silv._ We drunk too much too lately.
+
+  _Rich._ Why there is then the less behind to drink,
+  Let's end it all, dispatch that, wee'l send abroad,
+  And purchase all the Wine the world can yield,
+  And then drink it off, then take the fruits o'th' earth,
+  Distil the Juice from them, and drink that off;
+  Wee'l catch the rain before it fall to ground,
+  And drink off that that never more may grow;
+  Wee'l set our mouths to Springs, and drink them off,
+  And all this while wee'l never think of those
+  That love us best, more than we did last night.
+  We will not give unto the poor a drop
+  Of all this drink, but when we see them weep,
+  Wee'l run to them, and drink their tears off too,
+  Wee'l never leave whilst there is heat or moisture,
+  In this large globe, but suck it cold and dry,
+  Till we have made it Elemental earth,
+  Merely by drinking.
+
+  _Ped._ Is't flattery to tell you, you are mad?
+
+  _Rich._ If it be false,
+  There's no such way to bind me to a Man;
+  He that will have me, lay my goods and lands,
+  My life down for him, need no more, but say,
+  _Richardo_ thou art mad, and then all these
+  Are at his service, then he pleases me,
+  And makes me think that I had vertue in me,
+  That I had love, and tenderness of heart,
+  That though I have committed such a fault,
+  As never creature did, yet running mad,
+  As honest men should do for such a crime,
+  I have exprest some worth, though it be late:
+  But I alas have none of these in me,
+  But keep my wits still like a frozen Man,
+  That had no fire within him.
+
+  _Sil._ Nay, good _Richardo_ leave this wild talk, and send a letter to
+  her, I'll deliver it.
+
+  _Rich._ 'Tis to no purpose; perhaps she's lost last night,
+  Or she got home agen, she's now so strictly
+  Look'd to, the wind can scarce come to her, or admit
+  She were her self; if she would hear from me,
+  From me unworthy, that have us'd her thus,
+  She were so foolish, that she were no more
+  To be belov'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Andrugio _and_ Servant _with a Night-gown._
+
+  _Ser._ Sir, we have found this night-gown she took with her.
+
+  [_An._ Where?]
+
+  _Rich._ Where? where? speak quickly.
+
+  _Ser._ Searching in the Suburbs, we found a Tinker and his Whore that
+  had it in a Tap-house, whom we apprehended, and they confest they
+  stole it from her.
+
+  _Rich._ And murthered her?
+
+  _Sil._ What aile you man?
+
+  _Rich._ Why all this doth not make me mad.
+
+  _Sil._. It does, you would not offer this else, good _Pedro_ look to
+  his sword.
+
+  _Ser._ They do deny the killing of her, but swore they left her tyed
+  to a Tree, in the fields, next those Suburbs that are without our
+  Ladies gate, near day, and by the Rode, so that some passinger must
+  needs unty her quickly.
+
+  _And._ The will of Heaven be done! Sir, I will only entreat you this,
+  that as you were the greatest occasion of her loss, that you will be
+  pleased to urge your friends, and be your self earnest in the search
+  of her; if she be found, she is yours, if she please, I my self only,
+  see these people better examin'd, and after follow some way in search,
+  God keep you Gentlemen.                                       [_Exit._
+
+  _Sil._ Alas good man!
+
+  _Ric._ What think you now of me, I think this lump
+  Is nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'd
+  Without a soul, for where there's so much spirit
+  As would but warm a flea, those faults of mine
+  Would make it glow, and flame in this dull heart,
+  And run like molten gold through every sin,
+  Till it could burst these walls, and fly away.
+  Shall I intreat you all to take your horses,
+  And search this innocent?
+
+  _Ped._ With all our hearts.
+
+  _Ric._ Do not divide your selves till you come there,
+  Where they say she was ty'd, I'll follow too,
+  But never to return till she be found.
+  Give me my sword good _Pedro_, I will do
+  No harm, believe me, with it, I am now
+  Farr better temper'd; if I were not so,
+  I have enow besides, God keep you all,
+  And send us good success.                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury, _and_ Servant.
+
+  _Mer._ Who is it? can you tell?
+
+  _Ser._ By my troth, Sir, I know not, but 'tis a Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ A Gentleman, I'll lay my life, you puppy, h'as sent his Wife to
+  me: if he have, fling up the bed.
+
+  _Ser._ Here she is, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife _with a Letter_.
+
+  _Wife._ I am glad I found you Sir, there, take your Letter, and keep
+  it till you have another friend to wrong, 'tis too malicious false to
+  make me sin, you have provoked me to be that I love not, a talker,
+  and you shall hear me.
+  Why should you dare to imagine me
+  So light a huswife, that from four hours knowledge
+  You might presume to offer to my credit
+  This rude and ruffian tryal, I am sure
+  I never courted you, nor gave you tokens,
+  That might concern assurance, you are a fool.
+
+  _Mer._ I cannot blame you now, I see this letter,
+  Though you be angry, yet with me you must not,
+  Unless you'l make me guilty of a wrong,
+  My worst affections hate----
+
+  _Wife._ Did not you send it?
+
+  _Mer._ No, upon my faith, which is more, I understand it not; the hand
+  is as far from my knowledge, as the malice.
+
+  _Wife._ This is strange.
+
+  _Mer._ It is so, and had been stranger, and indeed more hateful,
+  Had I, that have receiv'd such courtesies, and owe so many
+  Thanks, done this base office.
+
+  _Wife._ Your name is at it.
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, but not my nature, and I shall hate my name worse than the
+  manner, for this base broking; you are wise and vertuous, remove this
+  fault from me; for on the love I bear to truth and goodness, this
+  Letter dare not name me for the author.
+
+  _Wife._ Now I perceive my husbands knavery, if [my] man can but find
+  where he has been, I will goe with this Gentleman whatsoever comes
+  on't: and as I mean to carry it, both he and all the World shall think
+  it fit, and thank me for it.
+
+  _Mer._ I must confess I loved you, at first, however this made me
+  leave your house unmannerly, that might provoke me to do something
+  ill, both to your honor and my faith, and not to write this Letter,
+  which I hold so truly wicked, that I will not think on't.
+
+  _Wife._ I do believe you, and since I see you are free, my words were
+  not meant to you, but this is not the half of my affliction.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I enquire?
+
+  _Wife._ Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.
+
+  _Mer._ Your husband? it cannot be: I pitty her, how she's vext!
+
+        _Enter_ Servant.
+
+  _Wife._ How now? What news? nay speak, for we must know.
+
+  _Ser._ Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he has been.
+
+  _Wife._ Where?
+
+  _Ser._ In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be well with
+  him.
+
+  _Wife._ Why?
+
+  _Serv._ There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,
+  I cannot yet enquire.
+
+  _Wife._ I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,
+  What shall I do?
+
+  _Mer._ Be not so grieved, before you know the truth, you have time
+  enough to weep, this is the sodain'st mischief; Did you not bring an
+  Officer to search there, where you say you found his cloaths.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, and we searcht it, and charg'd the fellow with him: but
+  he, like a Rogue, stubborn Rogue, made answer, he knew not where he
+  was; he had been there, but where he was now, he could not tell: I
+  tell you true, I fear him.
+
+  _Wife._ Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him, After this 3 years
+  travel, come to this?
+
+  _Ser._ It is the rankest house in all the City, the most cursed roguy
+  Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.
+
+  _Mer._ This is the worst I heard yet; Will you go home? I'll bear you
+  company, and give you the best help I may: this being here will wrong
+  you.
+
+  _Wife._ As you are a Gentleman, and as you lov'd your dead friend,
+  let me not go home, that will but heap one sorrow on another.
+
+  _Mer._ Why propose any thing and I'll perform't; I am at my wits end
+  too.
+
+  _Ser._ So am I, O my dear Master!
+
+  _Mer._ Peace you great fool.
+
+  _Wife._ Then good Sir carry me to some retir'd place, far from the
+  sight of this unhappy City, whether you will indeed, so it be far
+  enough.
+
+  _Mer._ If I might Councel you, I think 'twere better to go home,
+  And try what may be done yet, he may be at home afore you, Who
+          can tell?
+
+  _Wife._ O no, I know he's dead, I know he's murder'd; tell me not of
+  going home, you murder me too.
+
+  _Mer._ Well, since it pleases you to have it so, I will no more
+  perswade you to go home, I'll be your guide in the Countrey, as your
+  grief doth command me, I have a Mother dwelling from this place some
+  20 miles: the house though homely, yet able to shew something like a
+  welcome; thither I'll see you safe with all your sorrows.
+
+  _Wife._ With all the speed that may be thought upon; I have a Coach
+  here ready, good Sir quickly; I'll fit you my fine husband.
+
+  _Mer._ It shall be so; if this fellow be dead, I see no band of any
+  other Man, to tye me from my will, and I will follow her with such
+  careful service, that she shall either be my Love, or Wife; Will you
+  walk in?
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you, Sir, but one word with my Man, and I am ready;
+  keep the _Irish_ fellow safe, as you love your life, for he I fear has
+  a deep hand in this, then search agen, and get out warrants for that
+  naughty man, that keeps the bad house, that he may answer it, if you
+  find the body, give it due burial; farewel. You shall hear from me,
+  keep all safe.                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Ser._ O my sweet Master!
+
+        Antonio _knocking within_.
+
+  _Ant. within._ Man-a-cree, the Devil take thee, Wilt thou kill me
+  here? I prethee now let me goe seek my Master, I shall be very cheel
+  else.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Ser._ Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe, and you keep
+  not still, down you rogue.
+
+  _Ant._ Good sweet fact serving-man, let me out I beseech de, and by my
+  trot I will give dye Worship 2 shillings in good argott, to buy dy
+  Worship pippines.
+
+  _Ser._ This rogue thinks all the worth of man consists in Peepins; by
+  this light I'll beat rebellion out of you for ever.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee all I have
+  about me.
+
+  _Ser._ I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.
+
+  _Ant._ Here is five shillings Man.
+
+  _Serv._ Here is a cudgel, a very good one.
+
+        _Enter two Serving-men._
+
+  _2. Ser._ How now, What's the matter? Where's the _Irishman_.
+
+  _1. Ser._ There, a wyth take him, he makes more noise alone there,
+  than ten Lawyers can do with double, and a scurvy Case.
+
+  _2. Ser._ Let him out, I must talk with him.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very dry Man.
+
+  _2 Ser._ You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my friend.
+
+  _Ant._ Fate dost thou mean man.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Even a good tough halter.
+
+  _Ant._ A halter? O hone!
+
+  _2 Ser._ Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the truth.
+
+  _Ant._ No, fet I am not.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Shall I knock out his brains? I have kill'd dogs have been
+  worth three of him for all uses.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Sirrah, the truth on't is, you must with me to a Justice.
+  O _Roger, Roger_.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Why, what's the matter _William_?
+
+  _2 Ser._ Heavy news _Roger_, heavy newes; god comfort us.
+
+  _1 Ser._ What is't Man?
+
+  _Ant._ What's the matter now? I am e'en weary of this way, would I
+  were out on't.
+
+  _1 Ser._ My Master sure is murder'd, _Roger_, and this cursed rogue
+  I fear, has had a hand in't.
+
+  _Ant._ No fet not.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Stand away, I'll kickt out of him: come, sirrha, mount, I'll
+  make you dance, you Rascal, kill my Master? If thy breech were cannon
+  proof, having this good cause on my side, I would encounter it; hold
+  fair, _Shamrocke_.
+
+  _Ant._ Why how now Sirs? you will not murder me indeed.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Bless us _Roger_!
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, I am no spirit.
+
+  _2 Ser._ How do you Sir, this is my very Master.
+
+  _Ant._ Why well enough yet, but you have a heavy foot of your own;
+  Where's my Wife.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Alas poor sorrowful Gentlewoman, she thinks you are dead, and
+  has given o're house-keeping.
+
+  _Ant._ Whether is she gone then?
+
+  _1 Ser._ Into the Countrey with the Gentleman your Friend Sir, to see
+  if she can wear her sorrows out there; she weeps and takes on too
+  too--
+
+  _Ant._ This falls out pat; I shall be everlasting for a name: Doe you
+  hear? upon your lives and faiths to me, not one word I am living, but
+  let the same report pass along, that I am murther'd still; I am made
+  for ever.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Ant._ I have a Cause Sir, that's enough for you; well, if I be not
+  famous, I am wrong'd much; for any thing I know I will not trouble
+  him this week at least, no, let them take their way one of another.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Sir, Will you be still an _Irish-man_?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes a while.
+
+  _2 Ser._ But your Worship will be beaten no more?
+
+  _Ant._ No, I thank you _William_.
+
+  _1 Ser._ In truth, Sir, if it must be so, I'll do it better than a
+  stranger.
+
+  _Ant._ Goe, you are Knaves both, but I forgive you, I am almost mad
+  with the apprehension of what I shall be, not a word I charge you.
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Val._ Come, pretty soul, we now are near our home,
+  And whilst our horses are walkt down the hill,
+  Let thou and I walke here over this Close:
+  The foot-way is more pleasant, 'tis a time
+  My pretty one, not to be wept away,
+  For every living thing is full of love;
+  Art not thou so too? ha?
+
+  _Vio._ Nay, there are living things empty of love,
+  Or I had not been here, but for my self,
+  Alas, I have too much.
+
+  _Val._ It cannot be, that so much beauty, so much youth and grace
+  should have too much of love.
+
+  _Vio._ Pray what is love? for I am full of that I do not know.
+
+  _Val._ Why, love fair Maid is an extream desire,
+  That's not to be examin'd, but fulfill'd,
+  To ask the reason why thou art in love,
+  Or what might be the noblest end in love,
+  Would overthrow that kindly rising warmth,
+  That many times slides gently o'r the heart,
+  'Twould make thee grave and staid, thy thoughts would be,
+  Like a thrice married Widow, full of ends,
+  And void of all compassion, and to fright thee
+  From such enquiry, whereas thou art now
+  Living in ignorance, mild, fresh, and sweet,
+  And but sixteen; the knowing what love is,
+  Would make thee six and forty.
+
+  _Vio._ Would it would make me nothing, I have heard
+  Scholars affirm, the world's upheld by Love,
+  But I believe, women maintain all this,
+  For there's no love in men.
+
+  _Val._ Yes, in some men.
+
+  _Vio._ I know them not.
+
+  _Val._ Why, there is love in me.
+
+  _Vio._ There's charity I am sure towards me.
+
+  _Val._ And love; which I will now express, my pretty maid,
+  I dare not bring thee home, my wife is foul,
+  And therefore envious, she is very old,
+  And therefore jealous: thou art fair and young.
+  A subject fit for her unlucky vices
+  No work upon, she never will endure thee.
+
+  _Via._ She may endure
+  If she be ought, but Devil, all the friendship
+  That I will hold with you; can she endure
+  I should be thankful to you? may I pray
+  For you and her, will she be brought to think.
+  That all the honest industry I have,
+  Deserves brown bread? if this may be endur'd
+  She'll pick a quarrel with a sleeping child,
+  E'r she fall out with me.
+
+  _Val._ But trust me, she does hate all handsomness.
+
+  _Vio._ How fell you in love with such a creature?
+
+  _Val._ I never lov'd her.
+
+  _Vio._ And yet married her?
+
+  _Val._ She was a rich one.
+
+  _Vio._ And you swore I warrant you, she was a fair one then too.
+
+  _Val._ Or believe me, I think I had not had her.
+
+  _Vio._ Are you men all such? wou'd you wou'd wall us in a place
+  Where all we women that are innocent,
+  Might live together.
+
+  _Val._ Do not weep at this,
+  Although I dare not for some weighty reason
+  Displease my Wife, yet I forget not thee.
+
+  _Vio._ What will you do with me?
+
+  _Val._ Thou shalt be plac'd
+  At my mans house, and have such food and raiment
+  As can be bought with money: these white hands
+  Shall never learn to work, but they shall play
+  As thou say'st they were wont, teaching the strings
+  To move in order, or what else thou wilt.
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you, Sir, but pray you cloath me poorly,
+  And let my labor get me means to live.
+
+  _Val._ But fair one, you, I know do so much hate
+  A foul ingratitude, you will not look
+  I should do this for nothing.
+
+  _Vio._ I will work as much out as I can, and take as little,
+  That you shall have as duely paid to you
+  As ever servant did.
+
+  _Vol._ But give me now a trial on't, I may believe
+  We are alone, shew me how thou wilt kiss
+  And hug me hard, when I have stolen away
+  From my too clamorous wife that watches me,
+  To spend a blessed hour or t[w]o with thee.
+
+  _Vio._ Is this the love you mean? you would have that
+  Is not in me to give, you would have lust.
+
+  _Val._ Not to dissemble, or to mince the word,
+  'Tis Lust I wish indeed.
+
+  _Vio._ And by my troth I have it not: for heavens sake use
+  me kindly.
+  Though I be good, and shew perhaps a monster,
+  As this world goes.
+
+  _Val._ I do
+  But speak to thee, thy answers are thy own,
+  I compel none, but if [thou] refuse this motion,
+  Thou art not then for me, alas good soul;
+  What profit can thy work bring me?
+
+  _Vio._ But I fear, I pray goe, for lust they say, will grow
+  Outragious, being deni'd, I give you thanks
+  For all your courtesies, and there's a Jewel
+  That's worth the taking, that I did preserve
+  Safe from the robbers, pray you leave me here
+  Just as you found me, a poor innocent,
+  And Heaven will bless you for it.
+
+  _Val._ Pretty maid, I am no Robber, nor no Ravisher,
+  I pray thee keep thy Jewel, I have done
+  No wrong to thee, though thou beest virtuous
+  And in extremity, I do not know,
+  That I am bound to keep thee.
+
+  _Vio._ No Sir, for gods sake, if you know an honest man in all these
+  Countreys, give me some directions to find him out.
+
+  _Val._ More honest than my self, good sooth I do not know; I would
+  have lain with thee, with thy consent, and who would not in all these
+  parts, is past my memory, I am sorry for thee, farewel gentle maid,
+  God keep thee safe.                                           [_Exit._
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you Sir, and you;
+  Woman they say, was only made of man,
+  Methinks 'tis strange they should be so unlike,
+  It may be all the best was cut away
+  To make the woman, and the naught was left
+  Behind with him, I'll sit me down and weep,
+  All things have cast me from 'em but the earth;
+  The evening comes, and every little flower
+  Droops now, as well as I.
+
+        _Enter two Milk-maids with pails._
+
+  _Nan._ Good _Madge_ lets rest a little, by my troth I am weary, this
+  new pail is a plaguy heavy one, would _Tom_ were hang'd for choosing
+  it, 'tis the untoward'st fool in a Countrey.
+
+  _Madg._ With all my heart, and I thank you too, _Nan_.
+
+  _Vio._ What true contented happiness dwels here,
+  More than in Cities! wou'd to God my Father
+  Had liv'd like one of these, and bred me up
+  To milk: and do as they do: methinks
+  'Tis a life that I wou'd choose, if I were now
+  To tell my time agen, above a Princes; maids, for charity
+  Give a poor wench one draught of Milk,
+  That weariness and hunger have nigh famish'd.
+
+  _Nan._ If I had but one Cows Milk in all the world, you should have
+  some on't; there, drink more, the Cheese shall pay for it, alas poor
+  heart, she's drie.
+
+  _Madge._ Do you dwell here abouts?
+
+  _Vio._ No, would I did.
+
+  _Nan._ _Madge_, if she does not looke like my cosin _Sue_ o'th' _Moor
+  lane_, as one thing can look like another--
+
+  _Madge._ Nay, _Sue_ has a hazle eye, I know _Sue_ well, and by your
+  leave, not so trim a body neither, this is a feat bodied thing I tell
+  you.
+
+  _Nan._ She laces close by the mass I warrant you, and so does _Sue_
+  too.
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you for your gentleness, fair maids.
+
+  _Nan._ Drink agen pray thee.
+
+  _Vio._ I am satisfied, and heaven reward thee for't, yet thus far I
+  will compell you to accept these trifles, toys only that express my
+  thanks, for greater worth, I'm sure they have not in them; indeed you
+  shall, I found 'em as I came.
+
+  _Nan._ _Madge_, look you here _Madge_.
+
+  _Madg._ Nay, I have as fine a one as you, mine's all gold, and
+  painted, and a precious stone in't; I warrant it cost a crown wench.
+
+  _Nan._ But mine is the most sumptuous one, that e'r I saw.
+
+  _Vio._ One favour you must do me more, for you are well acquainted
+  here.
+
+  _Nan._ Uds me, our _Dorothy_ went away but last week, and I know my
+  mistriss want's a maid, and why may she not be plac'd there? this is a
+  likely wench, I tell you truly, and a good wench I warrant her.
+
+  _Madg._ And 'tis a hard case if we that have serv'd four years apiece,
+  cannot bring in one servant, we will prefer her; hark you sister, pray
+  what's your name.
+
+  _Vio._ _Melvia._
+
+  _Nan._ A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow? and make a
+  merry-bush? that's nothing.
+
+  _Vio._ I shall learn quickly.
+
+  _Nan._ But be sure to keep the men out, they will mar all that you
+  make else, I know that by my self; for I have been So touz'd among 'em
+  in my days, come you shall e'en home with us, and be our fellow, our
+  house is so honest, and we serve a very good woman, and a Gentlewoman,
+  and we live as merrily, and dance a good daies after even-song: our
+  Wake shall be on Sunday; do you know what a Wake is? we have mighty
+  cheer then, and such a coil, 'twould bless ye; you must not be so
+  bashful, you'll spoil all.
+
+  _Madg._ Let's home for Gods sake, my Mistriss thinks by this time we
+  are lost, come, we'll have a care of you, I warrant you; but you must
+  tell my Mistress where you were born, and every thing that belongs to
+  you, and the strangest things you can devise, for she loves those
+  extreamly, 'tis no matter whether they be true or no, she's not so
+  scrupulous; you must be our Sister, and love us best, and tell us
+  every thing, and when cold weather comes, we'll lye together, will
+  you do this?
+
+  _Vio._ Yes.
+
+  _Nan._ Then home again o' gods name, can you go apace.
+
+  _Vio._ I warrant you.                                       [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro _and_ Uberto, _severally_.
+
+  _Ped._ How now, any good news yet?
+
+  _Silvio._ Faith not any yet.
+
+  _Ped._ This comes o' tipling; would 'twere treason and't pleas['d]
+  God, to drink more than three draughts at a meal.
+
+  _Sil._ When did you see _Richardo_?
+
+  _Ped._ I crost him twice to day.
+
+  _Sil._ You have heard of a young wench that was seen last [night].
+
+  _Ped._ Yes.
+
+  _Sil._ Has _Richard_ heard of this?
+
+  _Ped._ Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have another
+  round.
+
+  _Sil._ If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,
+  I'll do the like.
+
+  _Ped._ Do.                                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Valerio.
+
+  _Rich._ Sir, I did think 'twas you by all descriptions.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis so,
+  I took her up indeed, the manner how
+  You have heard already, and what she had about her,
+  As Jewels, Gold, and other trifling things:
+  And what my end was, which because she slighted,
+  I left her there i'th' fields.
+
+  _Rich._ Left i'th' fields? could any but a Rogue
+  That had despis'd humanity and goodness,
+  [God,] law and credit; and had set himself
+  To lose his noblest part, and be a beast,
+  Have left so innocent unmatch'd a virtue,
+  To the rude mercy of a wilderness?
+
+  _Val._ Sir, if you come to rail, pray quit my house,
+  I do not use to have such language given
+  Within my doors to me; for your wench,
+  You may go seek her with more patience,
+  She's tame enough, I warrant you.
+
+  _Rich._ Pray forgive me.
+  I do confess my much forgetfulness;
+  And weigh my words no farther, I beseech you,
+  Then a mere madness, for such a grief has seiz'd me
+  So strong and deadly, as a punishment,
+  And a just one too,
+  That 'tis a greater wonder I am living,
+  Than any thing I utter; yet let me tell you thus much,
+  'Twas a fault for leaving her
+  So in the fields.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I will think so now, and credit me,
+  You have so wrought me with your grief, that I
+  Do both forgive and pity you:
+  And if you'll please to take a bed this night here;
+  To morrow I'll bring you where I left her.
+
+  _Rich._ I thank you, [no,] shall I be so unworthy:
+  To think upon a bed, or ease, or comfort,
+  And have my heart stray from me, God knows where,
+  Cold and forsaken, destitute of friends,
+  And all good comforts else, unless some tree
+  Whose speechless charity must better ours,
+  With which the bitter east winds made their sport
+  And sung through hourly, hath invited her
+  To keep off half a day? shall she be thus,
+  And I draw in soft slumbers? _God_ forbid.
+  No, night and bitter coldness, I provoke thee,
+  And all the dews that hang upon thy locks,
+  Showrs, Hails, Snows, Frosts, and two edged Winds that prime
+  The maiden blossoms, I provoke you all,
+  And dare expose this body to your sharpness,
+  Till I be made a Land-mark.
+
+  _Val._ Will you then stay and eat with me?
+
+  _Rich._ Y'are angry with me, I know y'are angry,
+  You would not bid me eat else; my poor Mistriss,
+  For ought I know thou'rt famish'd, for what else
+  Can the fields yield thee, and the stubborn season,
+  That yet holds in the fruit? good gentle Sir,
+  Think not ill manners in me for denying
+  Your offer'd meat, for sure I cannot eat
+  While I do think she wants; well I'm a rascal;
+  A villain, slave, that only was begotten,
+  To murder women, and of them the best.
+
+  _Val._ This is a strange affliction.
+  If you'll accept no greater courtesie, yet drink Sir.
+
+  _Ric._ Now I am sure you hate me, and you knew
+  What kind of man I am, as indeed 'tis fit,
+  That every man should know me to avoid me.
+  If you have peace within you, Sir, or goodness
+  Name that abhord word - Drink, no more unto me,
+  You had safer strike me.
+  I pray you do not, if you love me do not.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I mean no ill by it.
+
+  _Ric._ It may be so,
+  Nor let me see
+  None Sir, if you love heaven;
+  You know not what offence it is unto me,
+  Nor good now do not ask me why:
+  And I warn you once again, let no man else speak of't,
+  I fear your servants will be prating to me.
+
+  _Val._ Why Sir, what ail you?
+
+  _Rich._ I hate drink, there's the end on't,
+  And that man that drinks with meat is damn'd
+  Without an age of prayers and repentance,
+  And there's a hazard too; good Sir, no more
+  If you will do me a free courtesie;
+  That I shall know for one: go take your horse,
+  And bring me to the place where you left her:
+
+  _Val._ Since you are so impo[r]tunate, I will;
+  But I will wish Sir, you had staid to night
+  Upon my credit you shall see no drink.
+
+  _Rich._ Be gone, the hearing of it makes me giddy,
+  Sir, will you be intreated to forbear it,
+  I shall be mad else.
+
+  _Val._ I pray no more of that, I am quiet,
+  I'll but walk in, and away straight.
+
+  _Rich._ Now I thank you,
+  But what you do, do in a twinkling, Sir.
+
+  _Val._ As soon as may be.                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Mother_, Viola, _and two Milk-maids_.
+
+  _Moth._ Is this the wench you have brought me? some catch I warrant.
+  How daringly she looks upon the matter!
+
+  _Madge._ Yes forsooth, this is the maiden.
+
+  _Moth._ Come hither, wou'd you serve?
+
+  _Vio._ If it shall please you to accept my service, I hope I shall do
+  something that shall like you, though it be but truth, and often
+  praying for you.
+
+  _Moth._ You are very curious of your hand methinks,
+  You preserve it so with gloves, let me see it;
+  I marry, here's a hand of march-pane, wenches,
+  This pretty palme never knew sorrow yet;
+  How soft it is I warrant you, and supple:
+  O' my word, this is fitter for a pocket to filch withal
+  Than to [work], I fear me little one,
+  You are no better than you should be; goe to.
+
+  _Vio._ My Conscience yet is but one witness to me,
+  And that heaven knows, is of mine innocence,
+  'Tis true, I must confess with shame enough,
+  The time that I have led, yet never taught me
+  What 'twas to break a sleep, or to be weary.
+
+  _Moth._ You can say well: if you be mine, wench, you must doe well
+  too, for words are but slow workers, yet so much hope I have of you,
+  that I'll take you, so you'll be diligent, and do your duty: how now?
+
+        _Enter_ Alexander.
+
+  _Alex._ There is a messenger come from your son,
+  That brings you word he is return'd from travel,
+  And will be here this night.
+
+  _Moth._ Now joy upon thee for it, thou art ever
+  A bringer of good tidings, there, drink that:
+  In troth thou hast much contented me, my Son!
+  Lord how thou hast pleas'd me, shall I see my Son
+  Yet e'r I dye? take care my house be handsome,
+  And the new stools set out, and boughs and rushes,
+  And flowers for the window, and the _Turky_ Carpet,
+  And the great parcel Salt, _Nan_, with the Cruets,
+  And prethee _Alexander_ goe to the Cook,
+  And bid him spare for nothing, my son's come home,
+  Who's come with him?
+
+  _Alex._ I hear of none yet, but a Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Moth._ A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman?
+
+  _Alex._ I know not, but such a one there is, he says.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray God he have not cast away himself
+  Upon some snout-fair piece, I do not like it.
+
+  _Alex._ No sure, my Master has more discretion.
+
+  _Moth._ [Well,] be it how it will, he shall be welcome.
+  Sirs to your tasks, and shew this little novice
+  How to bestir her self, I'll sort out things.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Madge._ We will forsooth, I can tell you, my Mistriss is a stirring
+  woman.
+
+  _Nan._ Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest cricket--
+
+  _Vio._ Methinks she talks well, and shews a great deal of good
+  huswivery, pray let me deck the chambers, shall I?
+
+  _Nan._ Yes, you shall, but do not scorn to be advis'd, Sister, for
+  there belongs more to that, than you are aware on; why [w]ould you
+  venture so fondly upon the strowings? there's mighty matters in them
+  I'll assure you, and in the spreading of a bough-pot, you may miss, if
+  you were ten years elder, if you take not a special care before you.
+
+  _Vio._ I will learn willingly, if that be all.
+
+  _Nan._ Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath been?
+
+  _Madg._ Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are born without
+  noses.
+
+  _Nan._ [Jesse blesse] us! without noses? how do they do for
+  handkerchiefs?
+
+  _Madg._ So _Richard_ says, and sirrah, their feet stand in their
+  foreheads.
+
+  _Nan._ That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent running heads
+  then; do they speak as we do?
+
+  _Mag._ No, they never speak.
+
+  _Nan._ Are they cursend?
+
+  _Mag._ No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they are.
+
+  _Nan._ Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young master is come
+  home, were you never courted Sister?
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, I know it not.
+
+  _Mag._ What is that courting, sirrah?
+
+  _Nan._ I can tell, for I was once courted in the matted chamber, you
+  know the party _Madge_, faith he courted finely.
+
+  _Madg._ Pray thee what is't?
+
+  _Na[n]._ Faith, nothing but he was somewhat figent with me, faith 'tis
+  fine sport, this courting.
+
+  _Alex. within._ Where be the Maids there?
+
+  _Madg._ We shall be hang'd anon, away good wenches, and have a care
+  you dight things handsomly, I will look over you.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury _and_ Maria.
+
+  _Mer._ If your sorrow will give you so far leave, pray think your self
+  most welcome to this place, for so upon my life you are, and for your
+  own fair sake, take truce awhile with these immoderate mournings.
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you Sir, I shall doe what I may;
+  Pray lead me to a chamber.
+
+        _Enter Mother and_ Alexander.
+
+  _Mer._ Presently,
+  Before your blessing Mother, I intreat ye
+  To know this Gentlewoman, and bid her welcome,
+  The virtuous wife of him that was my self
+  In all my travels.
+
+  _Moth._ Indeed she is most welcome, so are you son           [_kneel._
+  Now all my blessing on thee; thou hast made me
+  Younger by 20 years, than I was yesterday,
+  Will you walk in? what ails this Gentlewoman?
+  Alas, I fear she is not well, good Gen[t]lewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ You fear right.
+
+  _Moth._ She has fasted over long,
+  You shall have supper presently o'th' board.
+
+  _Mer._ She will not eat; I can assure you Mother,
+  For Gods sake let your Maid conduct her up
+  Into some fair becoming Chamber
+  Fit for a woman of her Being, and
+  As soon as may be,
+  I know she's very ill, and wou'd have rest.
+
+  _Moth._ There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis well, I'll lead you to your chamber door
+  And there I'll leave you to your quiet, Mistriss.
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you, Sir, good rest to every one,
+  You'll see me once again to night, I hope.                    [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.
+
+  _Moth._ Where are these maids, attend upon the Gentlewoman, and see
+  she want no good thing in the house? goodnight with all my heart
+  forsooth, good Lord how you are grown, is he not _Alexander_?
+
+  _Alex._ Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.
+
+  _Mer._ An ill weed, Mother, will do so.
+
+  _Alex._ You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.
+
+  _Mer._ _Alexander_ the sharp, you take [me] very quickly.
+
+  _Moth._ Nay, I can tell you, _Alexander_ will do it, do you read
+  madcap still?
+
+  _Alex._ Sometimes forsooth.
+
+  _Moth._ But faith Son, what Countreys have you travell'd?
+
+  _Mer._ Why many, Mother, as they lay before me, _France_, _Spain_,
+  _Italy_ and _Germany_, and other Provinces that I am sure, you are not
+  better'd by, when you hear of them.
+
+  _Moth._ And can you these tongues perfectly?
+
+  _Mer._ Of some a little, Mother.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray spout some _French_ Son.
+
+  _Mer._ You understand it not, and to your ears 'twill goe like an
+  unshod cart upon the stones, only a rough unhandsome sound.
+
+  _Moth._ [Faith] I would fain hear some _French_.
+
+  _Alex._ Good Sir, speak some _French_ to my Mistriss.
+
+  _Mer._ At your intreaty _Alexander_, I will, who shall I speak to?
+
+  _Alex._ If your worship will do me the favour Sir, to me.
+
+  _Mer._ _Mounseir_, _Poultron_, _Coukew_, _Cullione_, _Besay_, _Man
+  cur_.
+
+  _Alex._ _Awe Mounseir._
+
+  _Moth._ Ha, ha, ha, this fine indeed, gods blessing 'on thy heart Son,
+  by my troth thou art grown a proper Gentleman, cullen and pullen,
+  good god what [saucey] words they use beyond the seas, ha, ha, ha!
+
+  _Alex._ Did not [you sweare] right.
+
+  _Mer._ Yes good _Alexander_, if you had done so too,
+  But good Mother, I am very hungry, and have rid far to day, and am
+  fasting.
+
+  _Moth._ You shall have your supper presently, my sweet Son.
+
+  _Mer._ As soon as you please, which once ended,
+  I'll go and visit yo[n] sick Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Moth._ Come then.                                          [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio _like a Post, with a Letter_.
+
+  _Ant._ I have ridden like a fury, to make up this work, and I will do
+  it bravely, e'r I leave it; this is the house I am sure.
+
+        _Enter_ Alexander.
+
+  _Alex._ Who wou'd you speak with, Sir?
+
+  _Ant._ Marry Sir, I would speak with a Gentlewoman, came this night
+  late here from the City, I have some Letters of importance to her,
+  I am a Post Sir, and would be dispa[t]ch'd in haste.
+
+  _Alex._ Sir, cannot I deliver 'em? for the truth is, she's ill, and
+  in her chamber.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray pardon me, I must needs speak with her, my business is so
+  weighty.
+
+  _Alex._ I'll tell her so, and bring you present word.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray do so, and I'll attend her, pray god the grief of my
+  imagined death, spoil not what I intend, I hope it will not.
+
+  _Alex._ Though she be very ill, and desires no trouble,
+  Yet if your business be so urgent, you may come up and speak with her.
+
+  _Ant._ I thank you Sir, I follow you.                    [_Exit_ Alex.
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Wife._ What should this fellow be i'th' name of Heaven, that comes
+  with such post business? sure my Husband hath reveal'd himself, and in
+  this haste sent after me, are you the Post my friend?
+
+        _Enter_ Anto[n]io.
+
+  _Ant._ Yes forsooth Mistriss.
+
+  _Wife._ What good news hast thou brought me gentle Post?
+  For I have woe and grief too much already.
+
+  _Ant._ I would you had less, Mistriss, I could wish it, beshrew my
+  heart she moves me cruelly.
+
+  _Wife._ Have I found you once more Jugler? well Jewel, thou hast only
+  virtue in thee, of all I read of yet; what ears has this ass to betray
+  him with? well, what's your business then?
+
+  _Ant._ I have brought a Letter from your servant, Mistriss, in haste.
+
+  _Wife._ Pray give it me, I hope the best still.
+
+  _Ant._ This is the upshot, and I know I have hit it,
+  Well, if the spirits of the dead do walk, I shall
+  Hear more of this one hundred years hence.
+
+  _Wife._ By any means you must have special care, for now the City is
+  possest for certain, my Master is made away, which for ought I know is
+  [a] truth indeed; good Mistriss leave your grief, and see your danger,
+  and let that wise and noble Gentleman with whom you are, be your right
+  hand in all things.
+
+  _Ant._ Now do I know I have the better on't, by the languishing of her
+  eye at this near instant, 'tis still simming in her blood, in coyning
+  somewhat to turn _Mercury_, I know it.
+
+  _Wife._ He is my Husband, and 'tis reasonable he should command in all
+  things, since he will be an ass against the hair, at his own peril be
+  it, in the morn you shall have a pacquet, till when, I must intreat
+  you stay, you shall not lose by it.
+
+  _Ant._ I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your rest, and
+  wait your pleasure.
+
+  _Wife._ Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid him come to
+  me presently.
+
+  _Ant._ Who, Mr. _Mercury_?
+
+  _Wife._ Do you know him, Post?
+
+  _Ant._ Only by sight forsooth, now I remember your servant will'd me
+  to let you know he is the only man, you [and] your fortunes, are now
+  to rest upon.
+
+  _Wife._ Prethee no more, I know all this already.
+
+  _Ant._ I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever.            [_Exit._
+
+  _Wife._ Good night, I am provided for you, my fine youth.     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Mother, beating_ Viola, Alexander _with a broken Glass_.
+
+  _Mother._ I'll make thee have more care.
+
+  _Viola._ Good Mistriss pardon me.
+
+  _Moth._ Thou'lt ne'r be good I warrant thee, can your fine fingers
+  hold no faster?
+
+  _Viola._ Indeed it was against my will.
+
+  _Moth._ _Alexander_, let's see the glass, as I am true kirsome woman,
+  it is one of the chrystal glasses my Cosin sent me, and the baggage
+  hath broke it where it cannot be mended, _Alexander_, can _Humphrey_
+  mend this think you?
+
+  _Alex._ No truly, this will ne'er be mended.
+
+  _Vio._ Truly I meant but to wash it for the Gentlewoman that is sick
+  above, and shaking out the water, knockt it against the pail side.
+
+  _Moth._ Did you so? be sure I'll stop it, 'twill make a good gap in
+  your quarters wages, I can tell you.
+
+  _Viola._ I pray forgive me, and let me have no wages this first
+  quarter.
+
+  _Moth._ Go whimling, and fetch two or three grating loaves out of the
+  Kitching, to make Ginger-bread of, 'tis such an untoward thing.
+                                                          [_Exit_ Viola.
+
+  _Alex._ She's somewhat simple indeed, she knew not what a kimnel was,
+  she wants good nurture mightily.
+
+  _Moth._ My Son tells me, _Alexander_, that this young widow means to
+  sojourn here, she offers largely for her board, I may offer her good
+  cheer, prethee make a step i'th' morning down to the Parsonage for
+  some Pigeons; what are you mad there? what noise is that? are you at
+  bowls within? why do you whine?
+
+        _Enter_ Viola _weeping_.
+
+  _Vio._ I have done another fault, I beseech you sweet Mistriss forgive
+  me.
+
+  _Moth._ What's the matter?
+
+  _Vio._ As I was reaching for the bread that lay upon the shelf, I have
+  thrown down the minc'd meat, that should have made the pies to morrow.
+
+  _Moth._ Get thee out of my house, thou filthy destroying Harlot, thou,
+  I'll not keep thee an hour longer.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Mistriss, beat me rather for my fault, as much as it
+  deserves, I do not know whither to go.
+
+  _Moth._ No I warrant thee, out of my doors.
+
+  _Vio._ Indeed I'll mend, I pray speak you for me.
+
+  _Alex._ If thou hadst hurl'd down any thing but the Pie-meat, I would
+  have spoke for thee, but I cannot find in my heart now.
+
+  _Moth._ Art thou here yet? I think I must have an Officer to thrust
+  thee out of my doors, must I?
+
+  _Vio._ Why, you may stop this in my wages too,
+  For God's sake do, I'll find my self this year;
+  And let me stay.
+
+  _Mer._ Thou't spoil ten times as much, I'll cudgel thee out of my
+  doors.
+
+  _Vio._ I am assur'd you are more merciful,
+  Than thus to beat me and discharge me too.
+
+  _Moth._ Dost thou dispute with me, _Alexander_ carry the prating
+  hilding forth.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Mistriss hear me, I have here a Jewel,
+  My Mother left me, and 'tis something worth:
+  Receive it, and when all my faults together
+  Come to the worth of that, then turn me forth,
+  Till then I pray you keep me.
+
+  _Moth._ What giggombob have we here? pray god you have not pilfred
+  this somewhere, th'art such a puling thing, wipe your eyes, and rise,
+  go your ways, _Alexander_, bid the Cook mince some more meat, come,
+  and get you to bed quickly, that you may up betime i'th' morning a
+  milking, or you and I shall fall out worse yet.
+                                                 [_Exit Moth, and_ Alex.
+
+  _Vio._ She has hurt my arm; I am afraid she is a very angry woman, but
+  bless him heaven that did me the most wrong, I am afraid _Antonio's_
+  wife should see me, she will know me.
+
+  _Mother within._ _Melvia._
+
+  _Vio._ I am coming, she's not angry agen I hope.              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury.
+
+  _Mer._ Now what am I the better for enjoying
+  This woman that I lov'd so? all I find,
+  That I before imagined to be happy:
+  Now I have done, it turns to nothing else
+  But a poor pitied, and a base repentance,
+  Udsfoot, I am monstrous angry with my self:
+  Why should a man that has discourse and reason,
+  And knows how near he loses all in these things,
+  Covet to have his wishes satisfied;
+  Which when they are, are nothing but the shame
+  I do begin to loath this woman strangely,
+  And I think justly too, that durst adventure,
+  Flinging away her modesty to take
+  A stranger to her bed, her Husbands body
+  Being scarce cold in the earth for her content,
+  It was no more to take my senses with
+  Than if I had an idle dream in sleep
+  Yet I have made her promises: which grieves me,
+  And I must keep 'em too, I think she hunts me:
+  The devil cannot keep these women off,
+  When they are fletched once.
+
+        _Enter Wife in night attire._
+
+  _Wife._ To bed for gods sake Sir, why do you stay here?
+  Some are up i'th' house, I heard the wife,
+  Good dear sweet-heart to bed.
+
+  _Mer._ Why, I am going! why do you follow me?
+  You would not have it known I hope, pray get you
+  Back to your chamber, the doors hard by for me,
+  Let me alone, I warrant you this it is
+  To thresh well, I have got a customer,
+  Will you go to bed?
+
+  _Wife._ Will you?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, I am going.
+
+  _Wife._ Then remember your promise you made to marry me.
+
+  _Mer._ I will, but it was your fault, that it came
+  To this pinch now, that it must need remembrance:
+  For out of honesty I offer'd you
+  To marry you first, why did you slack that offer?
+
+  _Wife._ Alas I told you the inconvenience of it,
+  And what wrong it would appear to the world
+  If I had married [you] in such post-haste
+  After his death: beside, the foolish people
+  Would have been bold to have thought we had lain together
+  in his time, and like enough imagin'd
+  We two had murther'd him.
+
+  _Mer._ I love her tongue yet,
+  If I were a Saint
+  A gilded Saint, and such a thing as this
+  Should prate thus wittily and feelingly
+  Unto my Holiness, I cannot tell,
+  But I fear shrewdly I should do something
+  That would quite scratch me out o'th' Kalender,
+  And if I stay longer talking with her,
+  Though I am mad at what I have done already,
+  Yet I shall forget my self again;
+  I feel the Devil
+  Ready to hold my stirrop; pray to bed, good night.
+
+  _Wife._ This kiss, good night sweet Love,
+  And peace goe with thee: thou hast prov'd thy self
+  The honestest man that ever was entic'd
+  To that sweet sin as people please to call it,
+  Of lying with anothers wife, and I,
+  I think the honestest woman without blushing,
+  That ever lay with another man, I sent my Husband
+  Into a Cellar, post, fearing, and justly
+  He should have known him, which I did not purpose
+  Till I had had my end.
+  Well, now this plot is perfect, let him brag on't.            [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Justice and_ Curio _with a Paper_.
+
+  _Just._ Birlady Sir, you have rid hard that you have.
+
+  _Cur._ They that have business, must do so, I take it.
+
+  _Just._ You say true, when set you out my friend?
+
+  _Cur._ About ten a clock, and I have rid all night.
+
+  _Just._ By the mass you are tough indeed, I have seen the day, I would
+  have rid too with the proudest of them, and fling dirt in their faces,
+  and I have don't with this foolish boy, Sir, many a time; but what can
+  last always? 'tis done, 'tis done now, Sir, age, care, and office,
+  brings us to our footcloaths, the more the pity.
+
+  _Curio._ I believe that, Sir, but will it please you to read the
+  business?
+
+  _Just._ My friend, I can read, and I can tell you when.
+
+  _Cur._ Would I could too Sir, for my haste requires it.
+
+  _Just._ Whence comes it do you say?
+
+  _Cur._ Sir from the City.
+
+  _Just._ Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.
+
+  _Curio._ And his justice be as short as his memory,
+  A Dudgion Dagger will serve him to mow down sin withal,
+  What clod-pole Commissioner is this?
+
+  _Just._ And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,
+  Discreet and upright.
+
+  _Cur._ Sir, they are beholding to you, you have given some of them a
+  commendations, they were not worthy of this twenty years.
+
+  _Just._ Go to, go to, you have a merry meaning, I have found you Sir,
+  i' faith, you are a wag, away, fie now I'll read Your Letter.
+
+  _Cur._ Pray do Sir; what a misery 'tis
+  To have an urgent business wait the Justice
+  Of such an old Tuff-taffata that knows not,
+  Nor can be brought to understand more sence,
+  Than how to restore supprest Alehouses,
+  And have his man compound small trespasses,
+  For ten groats.
+
+  _Just._ Sir, it seems here your business is of a deeper circumstance
+  than I conceiv'd it for; what do you mean, Sir?
+
+  _Cur._ 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.
+
+  _Just._ It shall not be i' faith friend, here I have it,
+  That one _Antonio_ a Gentleman, I take it so,
+  Yes, it is so, a Gentleman is lately thought to
+  Have been made away, and by my faith, upon a
+  Pearls ground too, if you consider; well, there's
+  Knavery in't, I see that without spectacles.
+
+  _Cur._ Sure this fellow deals in revelation, he's so hidden,
+  Goe thy ways, thou wilt stick a bench spit as formally,
+  And shew thy Agot, and hatch'd chain
+  As well as the best of them.
+
+  _Just._ And now I have consider'd, I believe it.
+
+  _Cur._ What Sir?
+
+  _Just._ That he was murdered.
+
+  _Cur._ Did you know him?
+
+  _Just._ No.
+
+  _Cur._ Nor how it is suppos'd.
+
+  _Just._ No, nor I care not two-pence, those are toys and yet I verily
+  believe he was murdered, as sure as I believe thou art a man, I never
+  fail'd in these things yet, w'are a man that's beaten to these
+  matters, experience is a certain conceal'd thing that fails not: pray
+  let me ask you one thing, why do you come to me?
+
+  _Cur._ Because the Letter is addrest to you, being the nearest
+  Justice.
+
+  _Just._ The nearest? is that all?
+
+  _Cur._ I think it be Sir, I would be loth you should be the wisest.
+
+  _Just._ Well Sir, as it is, I will endeavour in it; yet if it had come
+  to me by name, I know not, but I think it had been as soon dispatcht
+  as by another, and with as round a wisdom, I, and as happily, but
+  that's all one: I have born this place this thirty years, and upwards,
+  and with sufficient credit, and they may when they please, know me
+  better; to the nearest? well.
+
+  _Cur._ Sir, it is not my fault, for had I known you sooner--
+
+  _Just._ I thank you Sir, I know it.
+
+  _Cur._ I'll be sworn you should have plaid for [any] business now.
+
+  _Just._ And further, they have specified unto me, his Wife is sorely
+  suspected in this matter, as a main cause.
+
+  _Cur._ I think she be Sir, for no other cause can be yet found.
+
+  _Just._ And one _Mercury_ a traveller, with whom they say directly she
+  is run away, and as they think this way.
+
+  _Cur._ I knew all this before.
+
+  _Just._ Well Sir, this _Mercury_ I know, and his breeding, a neighbors
+  child hard by, you have been happy, Sir, in coming hither.
+
+  _Cur._ Then you know where to have him, Sir?
+
+  _Just._ I do Sir, he dwells near me.
+
+  _Cur._ I doubt your Worship dwels near a knave then.
+
+  _Just._ I think so; pray put on: but 'tis a wonder
+  To see how graceless people are now given,
+  And how base virtue is accounted with them
+  That should be all in all, as says a wise man.
+
+  I tell you Sir, and it is true, that there have been such murthers,
+  and of late days, as 'twould make your very heart bleed in you, and
+  some of them as I shall be enabled, I will tell you, it fell out of
+  late days.
+
+  _Cur._ It may be so, but will it please you to proceed in this?
+
+  _Just._ An honest Weaver, and as good a workman, as e'er shot shuttle,
+  and as close: but every man must dye; this honest Weaver being a
+  little mellow in his Ale, that was the evidence _verbatim_, Sir, God
+  bless the mark, sprung his neck just in this place: well _Jarvis_,
+  thou hadst wrongs, and if I live some of the best shall sweat for't,
+  then a wench--
+
+  _Cur._ But Sir, you have forgot my business.
+
+  _Just._ A sober pretty maid about 17, they say, certainly, howsoever
+  'tis shuffled, she burst her self, and fondly, if it be so, with
+  Furmety at a Churching, but I think the Devil had another agent in't:
+  either of which, if I can catch, shall stretch for't.
+
+  _Cur._ This is a mad Justice that will hang the Devil; but I would you
+  would be short in this, before that other notice can be given.
+
+  _Just._ Sir, I will doe discreetly what is fitting; what, _Antonio_?
+
+  _Ant. within._ Your Worship.
+
+  _Just._ Put on your best coat, and let your fellow _Mark_ goe to the
+  Constable, and bid him aid me with all the speed he can, and all the
+  power, and provide Pen and Ink to take their confessions, and my long
+  sword: I cannot tell what danger we may meet with; you'll go with us?
+
+  _Cur._ Yes, what else? I came to that end to accuse both parties.
+
+  _Just._ May I crave what you are?
+
+  _Cur._ Faith Sir, one that to be known would not profit you, more than
+  a near kinsman of the dead _Antonio's_.
+
+  _Just._ 'Tis well, I am sorry for my neighbor, truly, that he had no
+  more grace, 'twill kill his Mother; she's a good old woman, will you
+  walk in? I'll but put my cloak on, and my chain off, and a clean band,
+  and have my shooes blackt over, and shift my Jerkin, and we'll to our
+  business, and you shall see how I can bolt these matters.
+
+  _Cur._ As soon as't please you, Sir.                          [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Richardo.
+
+  _Val._ This is the place; here did I leave the Maid
+  Alone last night, drying her tender eyes,
+  Uncertain what to do, and yet desirous
+  To have me gone.
+
+  _Rich._ How rude are all we men,
+  That take the name of _Civil_ to our selves!
+  If she had set her foot upon an earth
+  Where people live that we call barbarous;
+  Though they had had no house to bring her to,
+  They would have spoil'd the glory, that the spring
+  Has deckt the trees in, and with willing hands
+  Have torn their branches down, and every man
+  Would have become a builder for her sake.
+  What time left you her there?
+
+  _Val._ I left her, when the Sun had so much to sett,
+  As he is now got from his place of rise.
+
+  _Rich._ So near the night she could not wander far;
+  Fair _Viola_!
+
+  _Val._ It is in vain to call, she sought a house
+  Without all question.
+
+  _Rich._ Peace, fair _Viola_?
+  Fair _Viola_? who should have left her here
+  On such a ground? if you had meant to lose her,
+  You might have found there were no ecchos here
+  To take her name, and carry it about,
+  When her true Lover came to mourn for her,
+  Till all the neighboring valleys and the hills,
+  Resounded _Viola_,--
+  And such a place,
+  You should have chose--
+  You pity us because
+  The dew a little wets our feet,
+  Unworthy far to seek her in the wet;
+  And what becomes of her? where wandred she,
+  With two showers raining on her, from her eyes
+  Continually, abundantly, from which
+  There's neither tree nor house to shelter her;
+  Will you go with me to travel?
+
+  _Val._ Whither?
+
+  _Rich._ Over all the world.
+
+  _Val._ No by my faith, I'll make a shorter journey
+  When I do travel.
+
+  _Rich._ But there's no hope
+  To gain my end in any shorter way.
+
+  _Val._ Why, what's your end?
+
+  _Rich._ It is to search the earth,
+  Till we have found two in the shapes of men,
+  As wicked as our selves.
+
+  _Val._ 'Twere not so hard to find out those.
+
+  _Rich._ Why, if we find them out,
+  It were the better, for what brave villany,
+  Might we four do? we wou'd not keep together:
+  For every one has treachery enough
+  For twenty countreys, one should trouble _Asia_,
+  Another should sow strife in _Africa_;
+  But you should play the knave, in at home in _Europe_,
+  And for _America_ let me alone.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I am honester,
+  Than you know how to be, and can no more
+  Be wrong'd, but I shall find my self aright.
+
+  _Rich._ If you had any spark of honesty,
+  You would not think that honester than I,
+  Were a praise high enough to serve your turn:
+  If men were commonly so bad as I,
+  Thieves would be put in Calendars for Saints;
+  And bones of murderers would work miracles.
+  I am a kind of knave, of knave so much
+  There is betwixt me, and the vilest else--
+  But the next place of all to mine is yours.
+
+        _Enter two Milk-maids and_ Viola _with pails_.
+
+  _Val._ That last is she, 'tis she.
+
+  _Rich._ Let us away, we shall infect her, let her have the wind,
+  And we will kneel down here.
+
+  _Vio._ Wenches away, for here are men.
+
+  _Val._ Fair maid, I pray you stay.
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, agen?
+
+  _Rich._ Why do you lay hold on her? I pray heartily let her go.
+
+  _Val._ With all my heart, I do not mean to hurt her.
+
+  _Rich._ But stand away then for the purest bodies
+  Will soonest take infection, stand away,
+  But for infecting her my self, by heaven,
+  I would come there, and beat thee further off.
+
+  _Vio._ I know that voice and face.
+
+  _Val._ You are finely mad, g[o]dbwy Sir, now you are here together,
+  I'll leave [y]ou so, god send you good luck, both; when you are
+  soberer, you'll give me thanks.                               [_Exit._
+
+  _Madg._ Wilt thou go milk? come.
+
+  _Nan._ Why dost not come?
+
+  _Madge._ She nods, she's asleep.
+
+  _Nan._ What wert up so early?
+
+  _Madge._ I think yon man's mad to kneel there, nay [come] away, uds
+  body, _Nan_, help, she looks black i'th face, She's in a sound.
+
+  _Nan._ And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.
+
+  _Rich._ Come thither? you are a fool.
+
+  _Nan._ And you a knave and a beast that you are.
+
+  _Rich._ Come hither, 'twas my being now so near,
+  That made [her] swound, and you are wicked people,
+  Or you wou'd do so too; my venom eyes
+  Strike innocency dead at such a distance,
+  Here I'll kneel, for this is out of distance.
+
+  _Nan._ Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,
+  I warrant, how dost thou?
+
+  _Vio._ Why? well.
+
+  _Madge._ Art thou able to go?
+
+  _Vio._ No, pray go you and milk, if I be able to come
+  I'll follow you, if not, Til sit here,
+  Till you come back.
+
+  _Nan._ I am loth to leave thee here with yon wild fool.
+
+  _Vio._ I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt me.
+
+  _Madge._ Come then _Nan_.                             [_Exeunt Maids._
+
+  _Rich._ How do you? be not fearfull, for I hold my hands
+  Before my mouth, and speak, and so
+  My breath can never blast you.
+
+  _Vio._ 'Twas enough to use me ill, though you had never sought me to
+  mock me, why kneel you so far off, were not that gesture better us'd
+  in prayer, had I dealt so with you, I should not sleep, till [God] and
+  you had both forgiven me.
+
+  _Rich._ I do not mock, nor lives there such a villain
+  That can do any thing contemptible
+  To you, but I do kneel, because it is
+  An action very fit and reverent,
+  In presence of so pure a creature,
+  And so far off, as fearful to offend,
+  One too much wrong'd already.
+
+  _Vio._ You confess you did the fault, yet scorn to come,
+  So far as hither, to ask pardon for't;
+  Which I could willingly afford to come,
+  To you to grant, good Sir if you have
+  A better love, may you be blest together.
+  She shall not wish you better than I will,
+  I but offend you, there are all the Jewels
+  I stole, and all the love I ever had,
+  I leave behind with you, I'll carry none
+  To give another may the next maid you try
+  Love you no worse, nor be no worse than I.
+
+  _Rich._ Do not leave me yet for all my fault,
+  Search out the next things to impossible,
+  And put me on them when they are effected,
+  I may with better modesty receive
+  Forgiveness from you.
+
+  _Vio._ I will set no pennance,
+  To gain the great forgiveness you desire:
+  But to come hither and take me and it,
+  Or else I'll come and beg, so you will grant,
+  That you will be content to be forgiven.
+
+  _Rich._ Nay, I will come since you [will] have it so,
+  And since you please to pardon me I hope
+  Free from infection, here I am by you;
+  A careless man, a breaker of my faith,
+  A lothsome drunkard; and in that wild fury:
+  A hunter after whores: I do beseech you,
+  To pardon all these faults, and take me up
+  An honest, sober, and a faithful man.
+
+  _Vio._ For [gods] sake, urge your faults no more, but mend,
+  All the forgiveness I can make you, is,
+  To love you, which I will do, and desire
+  Nothing but love again, which if I have not
+  Yet I will love you still.
+
+  _Rich._ Oh Women, that some one of you will take,
+  An everlasting pen into your hands:
+  And grave in paper which the writ shall make,
+  More lasting than the marble Monuments,
+  Your matchless virtues to posterities:
+  Which the defective race of envious man,
+  Strive to conceal.
+
+  _Vio._ Methinks I would not now for any thing,
+  But you had mist me, I have made a story,
+  Will serve to waste many a winters fire
+  When we are old, I'll [tell] my daughters then,
+  The miseries their Mother had in love:
+  And say, my girls be wiser, yet I would not
+  Have had more wit my self, take up those Jewels,
+  For I think I hear my fellows coming.
+
+        _Enter the Milk-maids with their pails._
+
+  _Madge._ How dost thou now?
+
+  _Vio._ Why, very well I thank you, 'tis late, shall I haste home?
+
+  _Nan._ I prethee we shall be shent soundly.
+
+  _Madge._ Why does that railing man goe with us?
+
+  _Vio._ I prethee speak well of him, on my word,
+  He's an honest man.
+
+  _Nan._ There was never any so one's complexion, a Gentleman?
+  I'de be asham'd to have such a foul mouth.                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Mother_, Alexander, Andrugio, _and his man_ Rowland.
+
+  _Moth._ How now _Alexander_, what Gentleman is this?
+
+  _Alex._ Indeed forsooth I know not, I found him at the market full of
+  woe, crying a lost daughter, and telling all her tokens to the people;
+  and what you wot? by all subscription in the world, it should be our
+  new Maid _Melvia_, one would little think it, therefore I was bold to
+  tell him of her Mistriss.
+
+  _Moth._ _Melvia?_ It cannot be, fool, alas you know she is a poor
+  wench, and I took her in upon mere charity.
+
+  _And._ So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as she had made her
+  self.
+
+  _Moth._ What stature was your child of, Sir?
+
+  _And._ Not high, and of a brown complexion,
+  Her Hair aborn, a round face, which some friends that flattered me,
+  would say 'twould be a good one.
+
+  _Alex._ This is still _Melvia_, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.
+
+  _Moth._ It may be so, I'll promise you.
+
+  _Alex._ Well, goe thy ways, the flower of our Town, for a hand and a
+  foot, I shall never see thy fellow.
+
+  _Moth._ But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and Jewels?
+
+  _And._ She was something bold indeed, to take such things that night
+  she left me.
+
+  _Moth._ Then belike she run away?
+
+  _And._ Though she be one I love, I dare not lye, she did indeed.
+
+  _Moth._ What think you of this Jewel?
+
+  _And._ Yes, this was one of them, and this was mine, you have made me
+  a new man, I thank you for it.
+
+  _Moth._ Nay, and she be given to filching, there is your Jewel, I am
+  clear on't: but by your leave, Sir, you shall answer me for what is
+  lost since she came hither, I can tell you, there lye things
+  scattering in every place about the house.
+
+  _Alex._ As I am virtuous, I have the lyingst old Gentlewoman to my
+  Mistriss, and the most malicious, the devil a good word will she give
+  a servant, that's her old rule; and God be thanked, they'll give her
+  as few, there is perfect love on both sides, it yearns my heart to
+  [heare] the wench misconstrued, a careful soul she is, I'll be sworn
+  for her, and when she's gone, let them say what they will, they may
+  cast their caps at such another.
+
+  _And._ What you have lost by her, with all my heart
+  I'll see you double paid for, you have say'd
+  With your kind pity, two that must not live
+  Unless it be to thank you; take this Jewel,
+  This strikes off none of her offences, Mistriss,
+  Would I might see her.
+
+  _Moth._ _Alexander_, run, and bid her make haste home, she's at the
+  milking Close; but tell her not by any means who's here, I know she'll
+  be too fearful.
+
+  _Alex._ Well, we'll have a posset yet at parting, that's my comfort,
+  and one round, or else I'll lose my Will.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _And._ You shall find _Silvio_, _Uberto_, and _Pedro_ enquiring for
+  the Wench at the next Town, tell them she is found, and where I am,
+  and with the favor of this Gentlewoman, desire them to come hither.
+
+  _Moth._ I pray do, they shall be all welcome.            [_Exit Serv._
+
+        _Enter Justice,_ Curio, _and_ Mark.
+
+  _Just._ By your leave forsooth, you shall see me find the parties by a
+  slight.
+
+  _Moth._ Who's that, Mr. Justice? how do you, Sir?
+
+  _Just._ Why, very well, and busie, where's your Son?
+
+  _Moth._ He's within, Sir.
+
+  _Just._ Hum, and how does the young woman my Cosin, that came down
+  with him.
+
+  _Moth._ She's above, as a woman in her case may be.
+
+  _Just._ You have confest it? then sirrah call in the Officers: she's
+  no Cosin of mine; a mere trick to discover all.
+
+  _Moth._ To discover? what?
+
+        _Enter_ Mark _and Officers_.
+
+  _Just._ You shall know that anon: I think [you] have overreached you;
+  oh welcome, enter the house, and by virtue of my warrant which you
+  have there, seize upon the bodily persons of those whose names are
+  there written, to wit, one _Mercury_, and the wife of one _Antonio_.
+
+  _Moth._ For what.
+
+  _Just._ Away I say,
+  This Gentleman shall certifie you for what.            [_Ex. Officer._
+
+  _Moth._ He can accuse my Son of nothing, he came from travel but
+  within these two days.
+
+  _Just._ There hangs a tale.
+
+  _Moth._ I should be sorry this should fall out at any time: but
+  especially now Sir; will you favour me so much, as to let me know of
+  what you accuse him?
+
+  _Cur._ Upon suspition of murther.
+
+  _Moth._ Murther? I defie thee.
+
+  _Cur._ I pray God he may prove himself innocent.
+
+  _Just._ Fie, say not so, you shew your self to be no good
+  Common-wealths man: for the more are hang'd the better 'tis for the
+  Common-wealth.
+
+  _Moth._ By this rule you were best hang your self.
+
+  _Just._ I forgive your honest mirth ever: Oh welcome, welcome _Mark_.
+
+        _Enter_ Mark _and Officers, with_ Mercury _and the Wife_.
+
+  Your Pen, Ink, and Paper, to take their examinations.
+
+  _Mer._ Why do you pull me so? I'll go alone.
+
+  _Just._ Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they are
+  examin'd?
+
+  _Wife._ What will you examine us of?
+
+  _Just._ Of _Antonio's_ murther.
+
+  _Mer._ Why, he was my friend.
+
+  _Wife._ He was my Husband.
+
+  _Just._ The more shame for you both; _Mark_, your Pen and Ink.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray God all be well, I never knew any of these travellers
+  come to good; I beseech you, Sir, be favourable to my Son.
+
+  _Just._ Gentlewoman, hold you content, I would it were come to that!
+
+  _Mer._ For gods sake mother, why kneel you to such a pig-brib'd
+  fellow? he has surfeited of Geese, and they have put him into a fit of
+  Justice; let him do his worst.
+
+  _Just._ Is your paper ready?
+
+  _Mark._ I am ready, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Just._ Accuse them, Sir, I command thee to lay down accusations
+  against these persons, in behalf of the State, and first look upon the
+  parties to be accus'd, and deliver your name.
+
+  _Cur._ My name is _Curio_, my murthered kinsman
+  If he were living now, I should not know him,
+  'Tis so long since we saw one another.
+
+  _Ant._ My Cosin _Curio_?
+
+  _Cur._ But thus much from the mouths of his servants, and others,
+  whose examinations I have in writing about me, I can accuse them of;
+  this _Mercury_, the last night, but this last, lay in _Antonio's_
+  house, and in the night he rose, raising _Antonio_, where privately
+  they were in talk an hour, to what end I know not: but of likelyhood,
+  finding _Antonio's_ house not a fit place to murder him in, he
+  suffered him to go to bed again, but in the morning early, he train'd
+  him I think forth, after which time he never saw his home; his cloaths
+  were found near the place where _Mercury_ was, and the people at first
+  denyed they saw him: but at last he made a friv[o]lous tale, that
+  there he shifted himself into a Footmans habit: but in short, the next
+  hour this woman went to _Mercury_, and in her Coach they posted
+  hither; true accusations, I have no more, and I will make none.
+
+  _Just._ No more? we need no more, sirrah, be drawing their Mittimus
+  before we hear their answer. What say you Sir? are you guilty of this
+  murther?
+
+  _Mer._ No Sir.
+
+  _Just._ Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the better for you.
+
+  _Mer._ If I were guilty, your Rhetorick could not fetch it forth: but
+  though I am innocent, I confess, that if I were a stander by, these
+  circ[u]mstances urg'd, which are true, would make me doubtless believe
+  the accused parties, to be guilty.
+
+  _Just._ Write down, that he being a stander by; for so you see he is,
+  doth doubtlesly believe the accused parties, which is himself to be
+  guilty.
+
+  _Mer._ I say no such thing.
+
+  _Just._ Write it down I say, we'll try that.
+
+  _Mer._ I care not what you write, pray God you did not kill him for my
+  love, though I am free from this, we both deserve--
+
+  _Wife._ Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my Husband lives,
+  I know it, and I see him.
+
+  _Just._ They whisper, sever them quickly I say, Officers, why do you
+  let them prompt one another, Gentlewoman, what say you to this, are
+  not you guilty?
+
+  _Wife._ No, as I hope for mercy.
+
+  _Just._ But are not those circumstances true, that this Gentleman hath
+  so shortly and methodically deliver'd?
+
+  _Wife._ They are, and what you do with me, I care not,
+  Since he is dead, in whom was all my care:
+  You knew him not.
+
+  _Just._ No, an't been better for you too, and you had never known him.
+
+  _Wife._ Why then you did not know the worlds chief joy,
+  His face so manly as it had been made,
+  To fright the world, yet he so sweetly temper'd;
+  That he would make himself a natural fool,
+  To do a noble kind[n]ess for a friend.
+  He was a man whose name I'll not out-live,
+  Longer than heaven, whose Will must be obey'd;
+  Will have me do.
+
+  _Ant._ And I will quit thy kindness.
+
+  _Just._ Before me, she has made the tears stand in mine eyes, but I
+  must be austere, Gentlewoman; you must confess this murder.
+
+  _Wife._ I cannot, Sir, I did it not, but I desire to see those
+  examinations which this Gentleman acknowledges to have about him, for
+  but late last night I receiv'd Letters from the City, yet I heard of
+  no confession, then.
+
+  _Just._ You shall see them time enough I warrant you, but Letters you
+  say you had, where are those Letters?
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, they are gone.
+
+  _Just._ Gone? whither are they gone?
+  How have you dispos'd of 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ Why Sir, they are for womens matters, and so I use 'em.
+
+  _Just._ Who writ 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ A man of mine.
+
+  _Just._ Who brought 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ A Post.
+
+  _Just._ A Post? there is some great haste sure, aha, where is that
+  Post?
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, there he stands..
+
+  _Just._ Does he so? bring hither that Post, I am afraid that Post will
+  prove a knave; come hither Post, what? what can you say concerning the
+  murder of _Antonio_?
+
+  _Ant._ What's that to you?
+
+  _Just._ Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll have one
+  from you.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall have no more from me than you have; you examine an
+  honest Gentleman and Gentlewoman here, 'tis pitty such fools as you
+  should be i'th Commission.
+
+  _Just._ Say you so Post, take away that Post, whip him and bring him
+  again quickly, I'll hamper you Post.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis _Antonio_, I know him now as well; what an irregular fool
+  is this!
+
+  _Ant._ Whip me? hold off.
+
+  _Wife._ Oh good Sir whip him, by his murmuring he should know
+  something of my Husbands death; that may quit me, for gods sake
+  fetch't out.
+
+  _Just._ Whip him I say.
+
+  _Ant._ Who is't dares whip me now?
+
+  _Wife._ Oh my lov'd Husband.
+
+  _Mer._ My most worthy friend? where have you been so long?
+
+  _Ant._ I cannot speak for joy.
+
+  _Just._ Why, what's the matter now, and shall not Law then have her
+  course?
+
+  _Andra._ It shall h[a]ve no other course than it has I think.
+
+  _Just._ It shall have other course before I go, or I'll beat my
+  brains, and I say it was not honestly done of him to discover himself
+  before the parties accus'd were executed, that Law might have had her
+  course, for then the kingdom flourishes.
+
+  _Ant._ But such a wife as thou, had never any man, and such a friend
+  as he, believe me wife, shall never be [a] good wife, love my friend,
+  friend love my wife, hark friend.
+
+  _Just._ _Mark_, if we can have nothing to do, you shall swear the
+  peace of some body.
+
+  _Mark._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ By my troth I am sorry my wife is so obstinate, sooth, if I
+  could yet do thee any good, I wou'd, faith I wou'd.
+
+  _Mer._ I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.
+
+  _Ant._ Cosin _Curio_, you and I must be better acquainted.
+
+  _Cur._ It is my wish, Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ I should not have known you neither, 'tis so long since we saw,
+  we were but children then: but you have shew'd your self an honest man
+  to me.
+
+  _Cur._ I would be ever so.
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Moth._ Look you, who's there.
+
+  _And._ Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.
+
+  _Rich._ Sir, I can nothing say,
+  But that you are her Father, you can both
+  Not only pardon, when you have a wrong,
+  But love where you have most injury.
+
+  _Just._ I think I shall hear of no hanging this year, there's A Tinker
+  and a Whore yet, the Cryer said, that rob'd her, and are in prison, I
+  hope they shall be hang'd.
+
+  _And._ No truly Sir, they have broke prison.
+
+  _Just._ 'Tis no matter, then [t]he Jaylor shall be hang'd.
+
+  _And._ You are deceiv'd in that too, Sir, 'twas known to be against
+  his will, and he hath got his pardon, I think for nothing, but if it
+  doth cost him any thing, I'll pay it.
+
+  _Just._ _Mark_, up with your papers, away.
+
+  _Mer._ Oh you shall stay dinner, I have a couple of brawling
+  neighbors, that I'll assure you will not agree, and you shall have
+  the hearing of their matter.
+
+  _Just._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Mer._ Go, Gentlemen, go in.
+
+  _Rich._ Oh _Viola_, that no succeeding age,
+  Might loose the memory of what thou wert,
+  But such an overswayed Sex is yours,
+  That all the virtuous actions you can do,
+  Are but as men will call them; and I swear,
+  'Tis my belief, that women want but ways;
+  To praise their deeds, but men want deeds to praise.  [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _'Tis ended, but my hopes and fears begin,
+  Nor can it be imputed as a sin
+  In me to wish it favour, if this night,
+  To the Judicious it hath giv'n delight.
+  I have my ends, and may such for their grace,
+  Vouchsaf'd to this, find theirs in every place._
+
+
+
+
+  APPENDIX.
+
+
+    _In the following references to the text the lines are
+    numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts,
+    stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or
+    mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented,
+    there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered
+    after the left._
+
+  It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every
+  turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks
+  of exclamation and _vice versâ_. Full-stops have been silently
+  inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given
+  the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches
+  are frequently run on. Misprints in the Quartos and the First Folio
+  are recorded when they appear to be interesting. A word or two from
+  the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below in cases
+  where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered
+  punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation between
+  the preceding and following words.
+
+
+
+  #A#=First folio. #B#=Second folio.
+
+
+
+  THE WOMANS PRIZE.
+
+
+  p. #1#,  ll. 5-29. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #3#,  l. 13. B] _Mar._
+           l. 36. B] breeches out of fear,
+
+  p. #5#,  l. 27. B] _Rom_.
+
+  p. #6#,  l. 6.  A] Fox and _Moroso_
+
+  p. #7#,  l. 26. A] have I
+
+  p. #8#,  l. 5.  A] up rowse
+           l. 7.  A] o' th longs
+
+  p. #10#, l. 38. B] Wonting
+
+  p. #11#, l. 19. A] 'Cheere
+           l. 35. B] _Jap._
+
+  p. #12#, l. 22. A] home at
+
+  p. #14#, l. 13. A] Spinala's
+
+  p. #15#, l. 20. B] saying from
+           l. 23. B] list, lie
+           l. 29. B] as' tfol wols
+           l. 34. B] Bug-words
+
+  p. #16#, l. 28. B] accept
+           l. 32. A] i'ld
+
+  p. #18#, l. 20. B] _Mar._
+
+  p. #19#, l. 2.  A] all thy
+           l. 23. a] Jewry
+
+  p. #20#, l. 1.  A _and_ B] shall believe
+           l. 9.  B] speed?
+           l. 18. B] so.
+
+  p. #21#, l. 13. B] you
+
+  p. #22#, l. 3.  B] Stranger, than
+
+  p. #23#, l. 26. A _omits_] is
+
+  p. #24#, l. 8.  B] him.
+           l. 10. B] it;
+
+  p. #25#, l. 14. A _omits_] _Mor._
+
+  p. #26#, l. 36. B] selves
+
+  p. #27#, l. 26. B _omits_] most
+           l. 27. B] Coughs.
+
+  p. #28#, l. 10. A] doe th'em
+           l. 21. A] Found
+
+  p. #29#, l. 32. B] _Bow._
+           l. 35. A] _Row_. Thou hast heard I am sure of Esculapius.
+                     So were etc.
+
+  p. #30#, l. 14. B] _Row._ Thou
+           l. 19. B] be
+           l. 34. B] _Raw._
+           l. 39. B _omits_] doe
+
+  p. #32#, l. 33. B] aad
+
+  p. #33#, l. 5.  B] Godheads
+           l. 40. A _repeats here_
+           ll. 16-25 _on_ p. 29, _with the following alterations_]
+
+            _Enter three mayds, at severall doors._
+                     goes the businesse
+
+  p. #34#, l. 1.  B] _Tertia._
+
+  p. #35#, l. 8.  B] Heaven
+           l. 16. B] the Kingdom
+           ll. 22-36. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #36#, ll. 3, 4. A _omits_] _Citizens and Countrey women._
+
+  p. #37#, l. 14. B _omits_] then
+           l. 22. A] I lie
+           l. 40. A _and_ B] Plackets.
+
+  p. #38#, l. 1.  B] Dary
+           ll. 30, 31. _Not in_ B
+
+  p. #39#, l. 5.  A _and_ B] importun'd.
+           l. 24. B] down the
+           l. 29. B] commanded
+
+  p. #40#, l. 1.  B] _Petro._
+           l. 17. B] Mistresses
+
+  p. #41#, l. 4.  B] _Tro._
+
+  p. #42#, l. 35. A _and_ B] leave.
+
+  p. #43#, l. 15. B] _Jac._
+           l. 31. B] Payers
+
+  p. #44#, l. 7.  B] _Jac._
+           l. 10. A] Bagget
+           l. 12. A] a sober
+           l. 31. A] _Cinque-pace_
+                     Dame tosse and Butter, had he Bob too?
+
+  p. #45#, l. 33. B] pains
+
+  p. #46#, l. 34. A] plush, perfum'd, and purffle B] purffle,
+           l. 38. B] hangings.
+
+  p. #47#, l. 31. A _omits_] you
+           l. 36. A] built
+
+  p. #50#, l. 7.  A] love too
+           l. 31. A] there's no gewgaws
+
+  p. #51#, l. 33. B] Woman.
+
+  p. #53#, l. 23. A] Heaven
+
+  p. #56#, l. 14. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #57#, l. 5.  A] dunhill
+           l. 8.  B] two
+           l. 33. A] get dozen
+
+  p. #58#, l. 1.  B] would
+           l. 6.  B] Eeel
+
+  p. #61#, l. 24. A] these
+
+  p. #62#, l. 34. B] Maid
+           l. 39. B _omits bracket_
+           l. 40. A] dogge-latch
+
+  p. #66#, l. 11. B] pounds
+
+  p. #67#, l. 34. B] _Exunt_
+
+  p. #68#, l. 6.  B _omits_] feare
+
+  p. #69#, l. 18. A] by-lowes
+           l. 19. A] can hate
+           l. 26. A _omits_] my
+
+  p. #70#, l. 7.  B _omits_] again
+
+  p. #71#, l. 8.  B] Woman.
+           l. 24. B] 'cut
+
+  p. #72#, l. 26. B] signs.
+
+  p. #73#, l. 6.  B] _Petrn_.
+           l. 29. A] morall
+
+  p. #75#, l. 15. A] new adventure
+           l. 16. A] us nothing
+
+  p. #76#, l. 9.  B] _Catayana_
+
+  p. #78#, l. 4.  A] Ha's
+
+  p. #79#, l. 34. B _omits_], you
+
+  p. #80#, l. 1.  B] pettish
+           l. 23.  B. _omits_] God
+
+  p. #81#, l. 33. A _omits_] _Exeunt_
+
+  p. #83#, l. 4.  B] come, exceed
+
+  p. #85#, l. 28. B] Fadding
+           l. 31. A] seagly
+
+  p. #86#, l. 12. B] same.
+           l. 37. A] had his
+
+  p. #89#, l. 6.  A] home since, since ye
+           l. 15. A] thy bread
+           l. 16. A] thy teeth
+           l. 33. B] _Petro_
+           l. 36. B _omits_] done
+
+  p. #90#, l. 2.  B] _M_or
+
+
+
+  THE ISLAND PRINCESS.
+
+
+  p. #91#, ll. 3-42. _Omitted in_ A
+
+  p. #92#, l. 7.   B] find.
+           l. 12.  B] surprize.
+           l. 24.  B] tightly
+
+  p. #93#, l. 35.  B _omits_] weares
+
+  p. #94#, l. 23.  B] since
+
+  p. #95#, l. 14.  A] 'is a
+
+  p. #98#, l. 18.  A] a tenant
+
+  p. #100#, l. 24. B] And
+            ll. 28, 29. B _omits stage direction_
+
+  p. #101#, l. 5.  A] Let my
+
+  p. #103#, l. 9.  A] There they should lye as miseries
+            l. 13. B] will
+
+  p. #104#, l. 2.  B] this
+            l. 14. A] accept your prisoner
+
+  p. #105#, l. 31. A] Clod with
+
+  p. #107#, l. 20. A _omits_] and
+
+  p. #108#, l. 31. B _omits_] her
+
+  p. #109#, l. 1.  A] holds my
+
+  p. #110#, l. 10. B] men do to
+
+  p. #111#, l. 6.  B] begun
+            l. 30. A _omits one_] that
+
+  p. #113#, l. 35. B] Merchans
+
+  p. #114#, l. 33. B] _Then._
+
+  p. #116#, l. 34. B] Body, oh me
+
+  p. #117#, l. 2.  B] rhese
+
+  p. #118#, l. 37. B] preparation?
+
+  p. #122#, l. 17. B] Princess
+
+  p. #123#, l. A _omits_] him
+            l. 33. B] woman
+
+  p. #124#, l. 23. B] Aud
+
+  p. #125#, l. 5.  A] you
+
+  p. #126#, l. 8.  B] kinsman.
+            l. 14. A] wert
+
+  p. #127#, l. 2.  B] dare
+            l. 24. B] followers.
+            l. 37. A] have you
+
+  p. #128#, l. 8.  A] Princesse
+            l. 13. B] _Pyu._
+            l. 20. B] Love these
+            l. 28. A] feates
+
+  p. #129#, l. 32. B] enconragement
+
+  p. #130#, l. 25. B] _Pen._
+
+  p. #131#, l. 13. A] Is love
+            l. 33. A] And be but to make cleane his sword: coward
+
+  p. #132#, l. 23. A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #135#, l. 8.  A] Princesse
+
+  p. #136#, l. 28. B] hope no night
+
+  p. #138#, l. 40. A] complaine, me
+
+  p. #143#, l. 30. A] And then
+
+  p. #144#, l. 12. A _omits_] is
+            l. 20. A] Now I
+
+  p. #145#, l. 35. A] toward
+
+  p. #146#, l. 27. B] Island
+
+  p. #147#, l. 1.  B] dance.
+            l. 20. A] Plow
+
+  p. #148#, l. 16. A] And may
+            l. 33. B] endeavour;
+
+  p. #149#, l. 12. A] hide in iniquities
+            l. 18. A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #150#, l. 30. A] _Emanuel_--not--
+
+  p. #151#, l. 12. B] Armusia.
+
+  p. #152#, l. 6.  A] with'm
+            l. 10. B] honourably
+            l. 27. B] him [_full point supplied_]
+
+  p. #153#, l. 1.  A] wils
+
+  p. #154#, l. 1.  A] you
+
+  p. #155#, l. 7.  B] knowledge;
+            l. 8.  B] swellings, A] maine aire
+            l. 16. A] doe performe
+
+  p. #157#, l. 25. A] bound to?
+
+  p. #158#, l. 2.  A] plague 'a
+            l. 26. A] stinch
+
+  p. #159#, l. 10. B] Nations
+
+  p. #160#, l. 31. B _omits_] for 't;
+
+  p. #161#, l. 32. B _omits the second_] ye
+
+  p. #162#, l. 8. B] you
+
+  p. #163#, l. 31. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #164#, l. 18. B] you
+
+  p. #165#, l. 11. A] his arrant
+
+  p. #168#, l. 25. B] thakful
+            l. 26. B] Dios
+
+  p. #170#, l. 17. B] Princesses
+
+  There is an edition of _The Island Princess_ in the British Museum
+  (161. c. 70) dated 1669, 'As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal by His
+  Majesties Servants. With the Alterations and New Additional Scenes.
+  Licensed May 31. 1669. Roger L'Estrange.' It does not appear to be
+  desirable to record here more than the following readings from a
+  collation kindly made by Mrs Arnold Glover:
+
+  p. #92#,  l. 22. pleasures
+
+  p. #96#,  l. 6. alone as a mask
+
+  p. #103#, l. 27. _Dias_ could
+
+  p. #104#, l. 21. your countrey
+
+  p. #105#, l. 31. Clad
+
+  p. #106#, l. 34. next to nothing
+
+  p. #108#, l. 18. thou wish her
+
+  p. #116#, to p. #117#, l. 15. _Re-written_
+
+  p. #117#, l. 29. without courage
+            l. 35. boyish brains out
+
+  p. #140#, l. 24. to tax
+
+  pp. #164, 165#. _Re-written_ _A prologue and an epilogue are added_
+
+
+
+  THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN.
+
+
+  p. #171#, ll. 3-28. _Not in_ A
+                      _The Prologue is printed at the end of the play_
+            l. 13. B] Lougueville
+
+  p. #172#, l. 2.  B] aud
+            l. 31. B] ro
+
+  p. #173#, l. 8.  A] you be
+            l. 16. A] preacht
+            l. 30. A] travaile
+
+  p. #174#, l. 8.  A] lights ... makes
+
+  p. #175#, l. 38. B] worthy
+
+  p. #176#, l. 19. B] upbraid
+            l. 39. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #177#, l. 26. A] not, in
+
+  p. #178#, l. 20. B] he
+            l. 25. A] looks
+
+  p. #179#, l. 2.  B] _Mousieur_
+
+  p. #184#, l. 1.  A] mine still, when
+            l. 15. A] trojan purple
+
+  p. #185#, l. 11. A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+
+  p. #186#, ll. 18, 19. A]                        contented her,
+                           When you first married her; a
+
+  p. #187#, l. 1.  B] mighty
+            l. 3.  B _omits_] up
+
+  p. #189#, l. 5.  A _omits the second_] the
+
+  p. #196#, l. 23. A _omits_] answer
+
+  p. #198#, l. 5.  A] do your
+
+  p. #199#, l. 4.  B _omits_] are
+            l. 17. A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+
+  p. #200#, l. 24. A] for me
+
+  p. #202#, l. 36. B] Wake
+
+  p. #203#, l. 20. B] you
+
+  p. #209#, l. 31. B _omits_] good
+
+  p. #211#, l. 10. A] Meron
+
+  p. #212#, l. 8.  A] thy Duke
+            l. 29. A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._ A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #213#, l. 3.  A] ready husband
+
+  p. #214#, l. 5.  B] you?
+            l. 14. A] post horse
+            l. 16. B] _Shyt._
+
+  p. #215#, l. 10. A] innumerall
+            l. 21. A] you'r
+
+  p. #217#, l. 19. A _omits_] sword
+            l. 30. B] defend
+
+  p. #218#, l. 16. A] see thy
+
+  p. #221#, l. 33. A] my soule
+
+  p. #222#, l. 8.  B] you
+
+  p. #223#, l. 29. A] full, being in
+            l. 30. B] would
+            l. 33. B] mads
+
+  p. #224#, l. 7.  B] leasure.
+
+  p. #226#, l. 25. A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+            l. 28. B _omits_] and
+            l. 36. B] _srq._
+
+  p. #228#, l. 25. A] those
+            l. 36. B] _Duste._
+
+  p. #229#, l. 7.  B] I am
+            l. 9.  A] Nor shall you
+            l. 19. B] Lorgue
+            l. 22. B _omits_] the
+
+  p. #230#, l. 5.  B] you
+            l. 13. A] you, furnisht in
+
+  p. #231#, l. 26. A] Disgraced
+            l. 33. B _omits_] God's ... Gentlemen
+
+  p. #232#, l. 15. A] them? B] 'em?
+            l. 34. B _omits_] by heaven
+
+  p. #236#, l. 19. B] assures
+
+  p. #237#, l. 29. _So, both in_ A _and_ B
+            l. 41. B] appose
+
+  p. #239#, l. 17. A] say'e?
+
+
+
+  THE CORONATION.
+
+
+  #A#=the quarto of 1640. #B#=the 2nd folio.
+
+  Mrs Arnold Glover has kindly collated a copy of the quarto in the Dyce
+  collection; Mr R.F. Towndrow has kindly collated a copy of the quarto
+  in the Bodleian.
+
+  The title page of the quarto is as follows:
+
+  The | Coronation | A Comedy. | As it was presented by her | Majesties
+  Servants at the private | House in _Drury_ Lane. | Written by _John
+  Fletcher_. Gent. | _LONDON_, | Printed by _Tho. Cotes_, for _Andrew
+  Crooke_, and | _William Cooke_. and are to be sold at the signe | of
+  the _Greene Dragon_, in _Pauls_ | _Church-yard_. 1640.
+
+  p. #240#, l. 4.  A] The Actors Names.
+            l. 24. A] The Prologue
+            l. 26. B] a Corporation day
+            l. 36. B] in
+
+  p. #241#, l. 3.  B] Temple
+            l. 16. B] Prologue too?
+            l. 29. A. _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+
+  p. #244#, l. 10. A] _Macarius_
+            l. 21. B] Prince?
+
+  p. #246#, l. 28. B] it
+
+  p. #247#, l. 30. B] obsolute
+
+  p. #249#, l. 19. B] he
+            l. 37. B] Ketch
+
+  p. #250#, l. 28. B] _Selecus_
+
+  p. #251#, l. 30. B] commonl
+
+  p. #252#, l. 6.  A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+
+  p. #254#, l. 29. B] court, with A] dower
+
+  p. #256#, l. 8.  A] gives
+            l. 9.  B] hot
+            l. 19. A] should
+
+  p. #257#, l. 19. B] _Are._
+            l. 28. A] _Ladies and attendants, Gent._
+
+  p. #258#, l. 1.  A] _Seleucus_
+
+  p. #260#, l. 5.  B] forget
+
+  p. #261#, l. 34. B] immatrial
+
+  p. #262#, l. 5.  A _omits_] the
+            l. 7.  B] purpose.
+
+  p. #263#, l. 23. B] that purpose to make you so
+            l. 31. B] tho
+
+  p. #264#, l. 34. B] me.
+            l. 38. B _omits_] and now
+
+  p. #267#, l. 4.  A _and_ B _read_] _Phi._ [_before_ 'Tis]
+            l. 5.  A _gives this line to_] _Phi._
+            l. 6.  A _gives this line to_] _Lisa._
+            l. 12. B] Qeeen
+            l. 14. A _and_ B _read_] _Lisa._
+
+  p. #272#, l. 25. B] minure
+
+  p. #273#, l. 7.  B] failty
+
+  p. #274#, l. 11. A] there is
+            l. 23. A _and_ B _read_] Deliver
+
+  p. #276#, l. 14. A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+            l. 37. B] or
+
+  p. #278#, l. 27. A _and_ B _read_] rise
+
+  p. #280#, l. 20. B] 'ill
+
+  p. #285#, l. 10. A _omits_] _Sop._
+
+  p. #286#, l. 17. B] Wiliow
+
+  p. #287#, l. 9.  A] He'e my
+
+  p. #289#, l. 13. A] bove all
+
+  p. #292#, l. 1.  A _omits_] _Scæna Prima._
+
+  p. #293#, l. 31. B] We
+
+  p. #294#, l. 18. B] Protestor
+            l. 37. B] work
+
+  p. #296#, l. 24. A] to it
+            l. 25. A] doe it
+
+  p. #297#, l. 5.  B] There's
+            l. 9.  B] punish
+
+  p. #298#, l. 19. B] _Pil._
+
+  p. #299#, l. 3.  A _omits_] In
+            l. 5.  B] there's
+            l. 9.  B] honor, what
+
+  p. #300#, l. 10. A] doe
+
+  p. #302#, l. 18. A] _Eubulus_ B] _Etxi_
+            l. 20. A _omits semicolon_
+
+  p. #303#, l. 29. A _omits_] and
+
+  p. #304#, l. 30. A] _Demetrius_
+
+  p. #305#, l. 19. B] two
+
+  p. #306#, l. 5.  B] _Sis._
+            l. 28. A] The Epilogue
+            l. 34. B] sad
+
+
+
+  THE COXCOMB.
+
+
+  #A#=1st folio. #B#=2nd folio.
+
+  p. #308#, ll. 3-43. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #309#, l. 1.  A] The Prologue
+            l. 13. A] the
+
+  p. #310#, l. 15. B] You'ave
+
+  p. #311#, l. 1.  A] Be
+
+  p. #313#, l. 27. B] they we'll, Ill keep them
+
+  p. #314#, l. 14. B] mouths my
+            l. 18. A _and_ B _omit_] _Ant._
+            l. 29. A _and_ B] Gentlewoman?
+
+  p. #315#, l. 6.  A] Husband will come
+            l. 9.  A] I had you had
+            l. 28. A] foole to--
+
+  p. #316#, l. 10. A _omits_] _Exit._
+            l. 18. A] so their
+            l. 20. B] mad
+            l. 23. B] her? her?
+            l. 25. B _omits_] had
+
+  p. #317#, l. 1.  A] be sure
+            l. 30. B] heaven
+
+  p. #319#, l. 21. _Omitted in_ B
+            l. 22. A] no jugling
+            l. 31. A] do most jest
+
+  p. #320#, l. 6.  B] she
+
+  p. #321#, l. 29. B] Faith sweet
+            l. 38. B] thee
+
+  p. #322#, l. 18. B _adds_] _Exit._
+            l. 19. B] Wore
+
+  p. #323#, l. 3.  B] Y'cannot
+            l. 25. A _and_ B] me?
+
+  p. #324#, l. 2.  B _omits_] to
+
+  p. #325#, l. 3.  B] _hed_
+            l. 10. A] your towne
+
+  p. #327#, l. 11. B] will
+            l. 38. B] Heaven
+
+  p. #328#, l. 3.  B] I'll
+
+  p. #329#, l. 2.  B] better
+            l. 6.  B] ventures
+            l. 12. A] excepted, ever
+            l. 31. A] an humour
+
+  p. #331#, l. 7.  B] tell thee
+            l. 12. B _omits_] and
+            l. 20. A] hang
+            l. 26. B] Heaven
+            l. 30. A] I am
+
+  p. #337#, l. 14. B] are
+            l. 22. B] Heaven
+
+  p. #338#, l. 29. A _omits_] Andrugio _and_
+            l. 31. B _omits this line_
+            l. 34. A] had in it a sap-house
+
+  p. #340#, l. 30. B] if any
+
+  p. #342#, l. 3.  A] purpose
+
+  p. #343#, l. 13. A _omits_] _Serv._
+
+  p. #344#, l. 5.  A _omits_] I
+
+  p. #345#, l. 29. A] world is
+
+  p. #347#, l. 4.  B] too
+            l. 15. B _omits_] thou
+
+  p. #348#, l. 10. A] antowardst
+            l. 26. A] do
+
+  p. #349#, l. 2.  A] and pretious
+
+  p. #350#, l. 5.  A] a gods
+            l. 11. A] a tipling ... an'
+            l. 12. B] please
+            l. 15. B _omits_] night?
+            l. 33. B] Heavens
+
+  p. #351#, l. 21. B] now
+            l. 40. A] thou art
+
+  p. #352#, l. 33. B] impotunate
+
+  p. #353#, l. 3.  A] _Exeunt._
+            l. 7.  A] How injuringly
+            l. 10. A] shalt
+            l. 19. B] work withal
+            l. 20. A] goe too
+
+  p. #354#, l. 13. B] We'll
+            l. 24. B] should
+            l. 33. B _omits_] Jesse
+
+  p. #355#, l. 10. B] _Nay._
+            l. 14. A _omits_] have
+            l. 33. B] Genlewoman
+
+  p. #356#, l. 18. B _omits_] me
+            l. 32. B _omits_] Faith
+            l. 39. B] blessing on
+
+  p. #357#, l. 1.  B] awkeward
+            l. 3.  B] I answer
+            l. 10. ? visit yon
+            l. 21. B] dispach'd
+
+  p. #358#, l. 1.  B] _Antouio_
+            l. 6.  A] beshrow
+            l. 19. B _omits_] a
+            l. 38. B] and and
+
+  p. #359#, l. 21. A _omits_] I
+            l. 32. A _and_ B] Pigeons?
+
+  p. #361#, l. 3. A] lov'd? so all
+
+  p. #362#, l. 4.  B _omits_] you
+
+  p. #363#, l. 9.  A] read an I
+            l. 32. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #364#, l. 32. B] for my
+
+  p. #365#, l. 21. A _omits_] I
+
+  p. #366#, l. 3.  A] a meere
+            l. 35. A] no Inches
+
+  p. #368#, l. 18. B] goodbwy
+            l. 19. B] oou
+            l. 25. B] come come
+            l. 26. A] yes body
+            l. 32. B] her her
+
+  p. #369#, l. 4.  A] with you
+            l. 12. A] too mocke me to,
+            l. 14. B] heaven
+            l. 31. A] carry now
+
+  p. #370#, l. 4.  B] you'll
+            l. 12. B] heavens
+            l. 27. B _omits_] tell
+
+  p. #371#, l. 9.  A] wot you what?
+
+  p. #372#, l. 4.  B] see
+            l. 9.  A] paid, for you
+            l. 37. B] I
+
+  p. #374#, l. 24. B] frivilous
+            l. 37. B] circmstances
+
+  p. #375#, l. 26. B] kindess
+
+  p. #376#, l. 37. B] heve
+
+  p. #377#, l. 4.  B _omits_] a
+            l. 30. B] rhe
+
+  p. #378#, l. 9.  A] The Epilogue
+
+
+
+  END OF VOL. VIII.
+
+
+
+  CAMBRIDGE:  PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.
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+Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10)
+       The Womans Prize; The Island Princess; The Noble Gentleman;
+              The Coronation; The Coxcomb
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+Author: Francis Beaumont
+        John Fletcher
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+
+<h3>FRANCIS BEAUMONT</h3>
+
+<h4>Born 1584<br />
+Died 1616</h4>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>JOHN FLETCHER</h3>
+
+<h4>Born 1579<br />
+Died 1625</h4>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h2><span class="u"><i>BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER</i></span></h2>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h4>THE WOMANS PRIZE<br />
+THE ISLAND PRINCESS<br />
+THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN<br />
+THE CORONATION<br />
+THE COXCOMB<br />
+</h4>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h5>THE TEXT EDITED BY</h5>
+
+<h4>A. R. WALLER, M.A.</h4>
+
+<h4>Cambridge:<br />
+at the University Press<br />
+1910<br />
+</h4>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h5>CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS<br />
+London: FETTER LANE, E.C.<br />
+C. F. CLAY, <span class="smcap">Manager</span><br />
+<br />
+Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET<br />
+Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO.<br />
+Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS<br />
+New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS<br />
+Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., <span class="smcap">Ltd.</span></h5>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h5><i>All Rights reserved.</i></h5>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Womans Prize</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Island Princess</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Noble Gentleman</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Coronation</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Coxcomb</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>
+<small>THE</small><br />
+<big>WOMANS PRIZE,</big><br />
+<small>OR</small><br />
+THE TAMER TAM'D.<br />
+<a name="p1_5" id="p1_5" class="fc"></a><big>A Comedy.</big></h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+
+
+<h3>The Persons represented in the Play.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>
+Moroso, <i>an old rich doting Citizen, suitor to</i> Livia.<br />
+Sophocles, <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>Two Gentlemen, friends to</i> Petruchio.</span><br />
+Tranio,<br />
+Petruchio, <i>An</i> Italian <i>Gent. Husband to</i> Maria.<br />
+Rowland, <i>A young Gent. in love with</i> Livia.<br />
+Petronius, <i>Father to</i> Maria <i>and</i> Livia.<br />
+Jaques, <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>Two witty servants to</i> Petruchio.</span><br />
+Pedro,<br />
+Doctor.<br />
+Apothecarie.<br />
+Watchmen.<br />
+Porters.<br />
+</p></div>
+
+
+<h4>WOMEN.</h4>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>
+Maria, <i>A chaste witty Lady,</i> <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>The two masculine daughters of</i> Petronius.</span><br />
+Livia, <i>Mistriss to</i> Rowland.<br />
+Biancha, <i>Their Cosin, and Commander in chief.</i><br />
+City Wives, &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>To the relief of the Ladies, of which, two were drunk.</i></span><br />
+Countrey Wives,<br />
+Maids.
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="bbt">
+<h3>The Scene London.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+<h3>PROLOGUE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Ladies to you, in whose defence and right,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Fletchers <i>brave Muse prepar'd her self to fight</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A battel without blood, 'twas well fought too,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>(The victory's yours, though got with much ado.)</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We do present this</i> Comedy, <i>in which</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>A rivulet of pure wit flows, strong and rich</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>In Fancy, Language, and all parts that may</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Add Grace and Ornament to a merry Play.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Which this may prove. Yet not to go too far</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>In promises from this our Female War.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We do intreat the angry men would not</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Expect the mazes of a subtle plot,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Set Speeches, high Expressions, and what's worse,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>In a true</i> Comedy, <i>politick discourse.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>The end we aim at, is to make you sport;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Yet neither gall the City, nor the Court.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hear, and observe his Comique strain, and when</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Y' are sick-of melancholy, see't agen.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>'Tis no dear Physick since 'twill quit the cost:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Or his intentions with our pains, are lost.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3><i>Actus Primus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Moroso, Sophocles, <i>and</i> Tranio, <i>with Rosemary,
+as from a wedding.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mo.</i> &nbsp; God give 'em joy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Amen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Amen, say I too:<br />
+The pudding's now i'th' proof, alas poor wench.<br />
+Through what a mine of patience must thou work,<br />
+E'r thou know'st good hour more!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis too true: Certain,<br />
+Methinks her father has dealt harshly with her,<br />
+Exceeding harshly, and not like a Father,<br />
+To match her to this Dragon; I protest<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
+I pity the poor Gentlewoman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Methinks now,<br />
+He's not so terrible as people think him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; This old thief flatters, out of meer devotion,<br />
+To please the Father for his second daughter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; But shall he have her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes, when I have <i>Rome</i>.<br />
+And yet the father's for him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I'll assure ye,<br />
+I hold him a good man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes sure a wealthy,<br />
+But whether a good womans man, is doubtful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Would 'twere no worse.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p3_13" id="p3_13" class="fc"><i>M</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>r.</i></a> &nbsp; What though his other wife,<br />
+Out of her most abundant soberness,<br />
+Out of her daily hue and cries upon him,<br />
+(For sure she was a rebel) turn'd his temper,<br />
+And forc'd him blow as high as she? dos't follow<br />
+He must retain that long since buried Tempest,<br />
+To this soft Maid?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I fear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; So do I too:<br />
+And so far, that if God had made me woman,<br />
+And his wife that must be&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; What would you do, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I would learn to eat coals with an angry Cat,<br />
+And spit fire at him: I would (to prevent him)<br />
+Do all the ramping, roaring tricks, a whore<br />
+Being drunk, and tumbling ripe, would tremble at:<br />
+There is no safety else, nor moral wisdom.<br />
+To be a wife, and his.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; So I should think too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; For yet the bare remembrance of his first wife<br />
+(I tell ye on my knowledge, and a truth too)<br />
+Will make him start in's sleep, and very often<br />
+Cry out for Cudgels, Colestaves, any thing;<br />
+Hiding his <a name="p3_36" id="p3_36" class="fc">breeches, out of fear</a> her Ghost<br />
+Should walk, and wear 'em yet. Since his first marriage,<br />
+He is no more the still <i>Petruchio</i>,<br />
+Than I am <i>Babylon</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; He's a good fellow,<br />
+And on my word I love him: but to think<br />
+A fit match for this tender soul&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; His very frown, if she but say her prayers<br />
+Louder than men talk treason, makes him tinder;<br />
+The motion of a Dial, when he's testy,<br />
+Is the same trouble to him as a Water-work;<br />
+She must do nothing of her self; not eat,<br />
+Drink, say Sir, how do ye? make her ready, unready,<br />
+Unless he bid her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; He will bury her,<br />
+Ten pound to twenty shillings, within these three weeks.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I'll be your half.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>with a pot of Wine.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; He loves her most extreamly,<br />
+And so long 'twill be Honey-moon. Now <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+You are a busie man I am sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes certain,<br />
+This old sport must have eggs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Not yet this ten daies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sweet Gentlemen with Muskadel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; That's right, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; This fellow broods his Master: speed ye <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; We shall be for you presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Your worships<br />
+Shall have it rich and neat: and o' my conscience<br />
+As welcome as our <i>Lady-day</i>: Oh my old Sir,<br />
+When shall we see your worship run at Ring?<br />
+That hour, a standing were worth money.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; So Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Upon my little honesty, your Mistriss,<br />
+If I have any speculation, must think<br />
+This single thrumming of a Fiddle,<br />
+Without a Bow, but even poor sport.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Y'are merry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Would I were wise too: so God bless your worship.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; The fellow tells you true.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaq.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; When is the day man?<br />
+Come, come, you'll steal a marriage.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Nay, believe me:<br />
+But when her Father pleases, I am ready,<br />
+And all my friends shall know it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Why not now?<br />
+One charge had serv'd for both.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; There's reason in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Call'd <i>Rowland</i>&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Will ye walk?<br />
+They'll think we are lost: Come Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You have wip'd him now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; So will he never the wench, I hope.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I wish it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Secunda.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Livia.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Livia</i>, if you'll go away to night,<br />
+If your affections be not made of words.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I love you, and you know how dearly <i>Rowland</i>,<br />
+Is there none near us? my affections ever<br />
+Have been your servants; with what superstition<br />
+I have ever Sainted you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why then take this way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; 'Twill be a childish, and a less prosperous course,<br />
+Than his that knows not care: why should we do,<br />
+Our honest and our hearty love such wrong,<br />
+To over-run our fortunes?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Then you flatter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Alas, you know I cannot.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p5_27" id="p5_27" class="fc"><i>Ro</i>[<i>w</i>].</a> &nbsp; What hope's left else<br />
+But flying to enjoy ye?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; None so far,<br />
+For let it be admitted, we have time,<br />
+And all things now in other expectation,<br />
+My father's bent against us; what but ruine,<br />
+Can such a by-way bring us? if your fears<br />
+Would let you look with my eyes, I would shew you,<br />
+And certain, how our staying here would win us<br />
+A course, though somewhat longer, yet far surer.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And then <i>Moroso</i> h'as ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; No such matter<br />
+For hold this certain, begging, stealing, whoring,<br />
+Selling (which is a sin unpardonable)<br />
+Of counterfeit Cods, or musty English <i>Croacus</i>;<br />
+Switches, or Stones for th' tooth-ache sooner finds me,<br />
+Than that drawn <a name="p6_6" id="p6_6" class="fc">Fox <i>Moroso</i></a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; But his money,<br />
+If wealth may win you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; If a Hog may be<br />
+High Priest among the <i>Jews</i>? his money <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+Oh Love forgive me, what faith hast thou?<br />
+Why, can his money kiss me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Behind,<br />
+Laid out upon a Petticoat: or graspe me<br />
+While I cry, Oh good thank you? o'my troth<br />
+Thou mak'st me merry with thy fear: or lie with me.<br />
+As you may do? alas, what fools you men are?<br />
+His mouldy money? half a dozen Riders,<br />
+That cannot sit, but stampt fast to their Saddles?<br />
+No <i>Rowland</i>, no man shall make use of me;<br />
+My beauty was born free, and free I'll give it<br />
+To him that loves, not buys me. You yet doubt me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I cannot say I doubt ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Goe thy ways,<br />
+Thou art the prettiest puling piece of passion:<br />
+Y'faith I will not fail thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I had rather&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Prethee believe me, if I do not carry it,<br />
+For both our goods&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; But&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; What but?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I would tell you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I know all you can tell me; all's but this,<br />
+You would have me, and lie with me; is't not so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Why you shall; will that content you? Goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am very loth to goe.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Byancha <i>and</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Now o' my conscience<br />
+Thou art an honest fellow: here's my Sister;<br />
+Go, prethee go; this kiss, and credit me,<br />
+E'r I am three nights older, I am for thee:<br />
+You shall hear what I do.<br />
+Farewel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Farewel.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rowland.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Alas poor fool, how it looks!<br />
+It would ev'n hang it self, should I but cross it.<br />
+For pure love to the matter I must hatch it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Nay, never look for merry hour, <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+If now you make it not; let not your blushes,<br />
+Your modesty, and tenderness of spirit,<br />
+Make you continual Anvile to his anger:<br />
+Believe me, since his first wife set him going,<br />
+Nothing can bind his rage: Take your own council,<br />
+You shall not say that I perswaded you.<br />
+But if you suffer him&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Stay, shall I do it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Have you a stomach to't?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I never shew'd it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; 'Twill shew the rarer and the stronger in you.<br />
+But do not say I urg'd you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I am perfect,<br />
+Like <i>Curtius</i>, to redeem my Countrey, <a name="p7_26" id="p7_26" class="fc">I have</a><br />
+Leap'd into this gulph of marriage, and I'll do it.<br />
+Farewel all poorer thoughts, but spight and anger,<br />
+Till I have wrought a miracle. Now cosin,<br />
+I am no more the gentle, tame <i>Maria</i>;<br />
+Mistake me not; I have a new soul in me<br />
+Made of a North wind, nothing but tempest;<br />
+And like a tempest shall it make all ruin,<br />
+Till I have run my Will out.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; This is brave now,<br />
+If you continue it; but your own Will lead you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Adieu all tenderness, I dare continue;<br />
+Maids that are made of fears, and modest blushes,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>View me, and love example.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Here is your Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Here is the brave old mans love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; That loves the young man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I and hold thee there wench: what a grief of heart is't?<br />
+When <i>Paphos</i> Revels should <a name="p8_5" id="p8_5" class="fc">rowze up</a> old night,<br />
+To sweat against a Cork; to lie and tell<br />
+The clock <a name="p8_7" id="p8_7" class="fc">o'th lungs</a>, to rise sport starv'd?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Dear Sister,<br />
+Where have you been, you talk thus?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Why at Church, wench;<br />
+Where I am ti'd to talke thus: I am a wife now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; It seems so, and a modest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; You are an ass;<br />
+When thou art married once, thy modesty<br />
+Will never buy thee pins.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; 'Bless me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; From what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; From such a tame fool as our cosin <i>Livia</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; You are not mad.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes wench, and so must you be,<br />
+Or none of our acquaintance: mark me <i>Livia</i>;<br />
+Or indeed fit for our sex: 'Tis bed time.<br />
+Pardon me yellow <i>Hymen</i>, that I mean<br />
+Thine offerings to protract, or to keep fasting<br />
+My valiant Bridegroom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Whither will this woman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; You may perceive her end.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Or rather fear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Dare you be partner in't?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Leave it <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+I fear I have mark'd too much, for goodness leave it;<br />
+Divest you with obedient hands, to bed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; To bed? no <i>Livia</i>, there are Comets hang<br />
+Prodigious over that yet; there's a fellow<br />
+Must yet before I know that heat (ne'r start wench)<br />
+Be made a man, for yet he is a monster;<br />
+Here must his head be <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Never hope it.<br />
+'Tis as easie with a Sive to scoop the Ocean, as<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>To tame <i>Petruchio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Stay: <i>Lucina</i> hear me,<br />
+Never unlock the treasure of my womb<br />
+For humane fruit, to make it capable;<br />
+Nor never with thy secret hand make brief<br />
+A mothers labor to me; if I do<br />
+Give way unto my married Husband's Will,<br />
+Or be a Wife in any thing but hopes,<br />
+Till I have made him easie as a child,<br />
+And tame as fear, he shall not win a smile,<br />
+Or a pleas'd look, from this austerity,<br />
+Though it would pull another Joynture from him,<br />
+And make him ev'ry day another man;<br />
+And when I kiss him, till I have my Will,<br />
+May I be barren of delights, and know<br />
+Only what pleasures are in dreams, and guesses.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; A strange <i>Exordium</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; All the several wrongs<br />
+Done by Imperious Husbands to their Wives<br />
+These thousand years and upwards, strengthen thee:<br />
+Thou hast a brave cause.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And I'll do it bravely,<br />
+Or may I knit my life out ever after.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; In what part of the world got she this spirit?<br />
+Yet pray <i>Maria</i>, look before you truly,<br />
+Besides the obedience of a wife;<br />
+Which you will find a heavy imputation,<br />
+Which yet I cannot think your own, it shews<br />
+So distant from your sweetness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis I swear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Weigh but the person, and the hopes you have,<br />
+To work this desperate cure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A weaker subject<br />
+Would shame the end I aim at, disobedience.<br />
+You talk too tamely: By the faith I have<br />
+In mine own noble Will, that childish woman<br />
+That lives a prisoner to her Husbands pleasure,<br />
+Has lost her making, and becomes a beast,<br />
+Created for his use, not fellowship.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; His first wife said as much.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; She was a fool,<br />
+And took a scurvy course; let her be nam'd<br />
+'Mongst those that wish for things, but dare not do'em:<br />
+I have a new dance for him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Are you of this faith?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Yes truly, and will die in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Why then let's all wear breeches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now thou com'st near the nature of a woman;<br />
+Hang these tame hearted Eyasses, that no sooner<br />
+See the Lure out, and hear their Husbands hollow,<br />
+But cry like Kites upon 'em: The free Haggard<br />
+(Which is that woman, that hath wing, and knows it,<br />
+Spirit and plume) will make an hundred checks,<br />
+To shew her freedom, sail in ev'ry air,<br />
+And look out ev'ry pleasure; not regarding<br />
+Lure, nor quarry, till her pitch command<br />
+What she desires, making her foundred keeper<br />
+Be glad to fling out trains, and golden ones,<br />
+To take her down again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; You are learned, Sister;<br />
+Yet I say still take heed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A witty saying;<br />
+I'll tell thee <i>Livia</i>, had this fellow tired<br />
+As many wives as horses under him,<br />
+With spurring of their patience; had he got<br />
+A Patent, with an Office to reclaim us,<br />
+Confirm'd by Parliament; had he all the malice<br />
+And subtilty of Devils, or of us,<br />
+Or any thing that's worse than both.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Hey, hey boys, this is excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Or could he<br />
+Cast his wives new again, like Bels, to make 'em<br />
+Sound to his Will; or had the fearful name<br />
+Of the first breaker of wild women: yet,<br />
+Yet would I undertake this man, thus single,<br />
+And, spight of all the freedom he has reach'd to,<br />
+Turn him and bend him as I list, and mold him<br />
+Into a babe again; that aged women,<br />
+<a name="p10_38" id="p10_38" class="fc">W[a]nting</a> both teeth and spleen, may Master him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Thou wilt be chronicl'd.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; That's all I aim at.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I must confess, I do with all my heart<br />
+Hate an imperious Husband, and in time<br />
+Might be so wrought upon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; To make him cuckold?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; If he deserve it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Then I'll leave ye Ladies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Go sleep, go sleep, what we intend to do,<br />
+Lies not for such starv'd souls, as thou hast <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Good night: the Bridegroom will be with you presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; That's more than you know.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; If ye work upon him,<br />
+As you have promised, ye may give example,<br />
+Which no doubt will be followed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; So.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Good night: we'll trouble you no further.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; If you intend no good, pray do no harm.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; None, but pray for you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Livia.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p11_19" id="p11_19" class="fc">Cheer</a> wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Byancha</i>,<br />
+Those wits we have, let's wind 'em to the height.<br />
+My rest is up wench, and I pull for that<br />
+Will make me ever famous. They that lay<br />
+Foundations, are half-builders, all men say.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; My Master forsooth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Oh how does thy Master? prethee commend me to him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; How's this? my Master stays forsooth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Why let him stay, who hinders him forsooth?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; The Revel's ended now,<br />
+To visit you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I am not sick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I mean to see his chamber forsooth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Am I his Groom? where lay he last night forsooth?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p11_35" id="p11_35" class="fc"><i>Ja</i>[<i>q</i>].</a> &nbsp; In the low matted Parlour.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; There lies his way by the long Gallery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I mean your chamber: y'are very merry Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a good sign I am sound hearted <i>Jaques</i>:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>But if you'll know where I lie, follow me;<br />
+And what thou seest, deliver to thy Master.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Do gentle <i>Jaques</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Ha, is the wind in that door?<br />
+By'r Lady we shall have foul weather then:<br />
+I do not like the shuffling of these women,<br />
+They are mad beasts, when they knock their heads together:<br />
+I have observ'd them all this day; their whispers,<br />
+One in anothers ear, their signs and pinches,<br />
+And breaking often into violent laughters:<br />
+As if the end they purpos'd were their own.<br />
+Call you this weddings? Sure this is a knavery,<br />
+A very trick, and dainty knavery,<br />
+Marvellous finely carried, that's the comfort:<br />
+What would these women do in ways of honor?<br />
+That are such Masters this way? Well, my Sir<br />
+Has been as good at finding out these toys,<br />
+As any living; if he lose it now,<br />
+At his own peril be it. I must follow.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Tertia.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servants with Lights</i>, Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso,
+Tranio, <i>and</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Pet.</i> &nbsp; You that are married, Gentlemen; <a name="p12_22" id="p12_22" class="fc">have at</a> ye<br />
+For a round wager now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Of this nights Stage?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I am your first man, a pair of Gloves of twenty shillings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Done: who takes me up next? I am for all bets.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Well lusty <i>Lawrence</i>, were but my night now,<br />
+Old as I am, I would make you clap on Spurs,<br />
+But I would reach you, and bring you to your trot too:<br />
+I would Gallants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well said good Will; but where's the staff boy, ha?<br />
+Old father Time, your hour-glass is empty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; A good tough train would break thee all to pieces;<br />
+Thou hast not breath enough to say thy prayers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; See how these boys despise us. Will you to bed son?<br />
+This pride will have a fall.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Upon your daughter;<br />
+But I shall rise again, if there be truth<br />
+In Eggs, and butter'd Parsnips.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Will you to bed son, and leave talking?<br />
+To morrow morning we shall have you look,<br />
+For all your great words, like <i>St. George</i> at <i>Kingston</i>,<br />
+Running a foot-back from the furious Dragon,<br />
+That with her angry tail belabours him<br />
+For being lazie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; His courage quench'd, and so far quench'd&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well Sir.<br />
+What then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Fly, fly, quoth then the fearful dwarfe;<br />
+Here is no place for living man.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well my masters, if I do sink under my business,
+as I find 'tis very possible, I am not the first that has miscarried;
+So that's my comfort, what may be done without
+impeach or waste, I can and will do.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>How now, is my fair Bride a bed?</p>
+
+<p><i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No truly, Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Not a bed yet? body o' me: we'll up and rifle
+her: here's a coil with a Maiden-head, 'tis not intail'd, is it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If it be, I'll try all the Law i'th' Land, but I'll
+cut it off: let's up, let's up, come.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; That you cannot neither.</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why?</p>
+
+<p><i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Unless you'll drop through the Chimney like a Daw,
+or force a breach i'th' windows: you may untile the house,
+'tis possible.</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What dost thou mean?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; A moral, Sir, the Ballad will express it:<br />
+<i>The wind and the rain, has turned you back again,<br />
+And you cannot be lodged there.</i> The truth is, all the doors<br />
+Are baracadoed; not a Cathole, but holds a murd'rer in't.<br />
+She's victuall'd for this month.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Art not thou drunk?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; He's drunk, he's drunk; come, come, let's up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes, yes, I am drunk: ye may go up, ye may
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>Gentlemen, but take heed to your heads: I say no more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I'll try that.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Soph.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; How dost thou say? the door fast lock'd fellow?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes truly Sir, 'tis lock'd, and guarded too; and
+two as desperate tongues planted behind it, as e'er yet batter'd:
+they stand upon their honors, and will not give up
+without strange composition, I'll assure you; marching away
+with their Pieces cockt, and Bullets in their mouths, will not
+satisfie them.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; How's this? how's this? they are&mdash;<br />
+Is there another with her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry is there, and an Enginier.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Who's that for Heavens sake?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Colonel <i>Byancha</i>, she commands the works: <a name="p14_13" id="p14_13" class="fc"><i>Spinola</i>'s</a>
+but a Ditcher to her, there's a half-moon: I am but a poor man,
+but if you'll give me leave, I'll venture a years wages, draw all
+your force before it, and mount your ablest Piece of battery,
+you shall not enter it these three nights yet.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I should laugh at that good <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Beat back again, she's fortified for ever.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Am I drunk now, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd.<br />
+I have scap'd a pretty scowring.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What are they mad? have we another <i>Bedlam</i>?<br />
+They do not talke I hope?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at <i>London-bridge</i>
+is nothing near her.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; How got she tongue?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; As you got tail, she was born to't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Lock'd out a doors, and on my wedding-night?<br />
+Nay, and I suffer this, I may goe graze:<br />
+Come Gentlemen, I'll batter; are these virtues?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Do, and be beaten off with shame, as I was: I went
+up, came to th' door, knock'd, no body answer'd; knock'd
+louder, yet heard nothing: would have broke in by force;
+when suddainly a Water-work flew from the window with
+such violence, that had I not duck'd quickly like a Fryer,
+<i>c&aelig;tera quis nescit</i>? The chamber's nothing but a mere <i>Ostend</i>,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+in every window Pewter Cannons mounted, you'll quickly
+find with what they are charg'd, Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why then <i>tantara</i> for us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; And all the lower Works lin'd sure with small shot,
+long tongues with Fire-locks, that at twelve score blank hit to
+the heart: now and ye dare go up.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria <i>and</i> Byanca <i>above.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; The window opens, beat a parley first;<br />
+I am so much amaz'd, my very hair stands.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Why how now Daughter: what intrench'd?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A little guarded for my safety, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; For your safety Sweet-heart? why who offends you?<br />
+I come not to use violence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I think you cannot, Sir, I am better fortified.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I know your end,<br />
+You would fain reprieve your Maiden-head<br />
+A night, or two.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes, or ten, or twenty, or say an hundred;<br />
+Or indeed, till I list lie with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; That's a shrewd <a name="p15_20" id="p15_20" class="fc">saying; from</a> this present hour,<br />
+I never will believe a silent woman.<br />
+When they break out they are bonfires.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Till you <a name="p15_23" id="p15_23" class="fc">list lie</a> with him? why who are you Madam?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; That trim Gentlemans wife, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Cry you mercy, do you command too?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry does she, and in chief.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; I do command, and you shall go without:<br />
+(I mean your wife, for this night)<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And for the next too wench, and so <a name="p15_29" id="p15_29" class="fc">as'[t follows]</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Thou wilt not, wilt'a?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes indeed dear father,<br />
+And till he seal to what I shall set down,<br />
+For any thing I know for ever.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Indeed these are <a name="p15_34" id="p15_34" class="fc">Bug[s]-words</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You hear Sir, she can talk, God be thanked.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I would I heard it not, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I find that all the pity bestow'd upon this woman,<br />
+Makes but an Anagram of an ill wife,<br />
+For she was never virtuous.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You'll let me in I hope, for all this jesting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Hope still, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; You will come down I am sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I am sure I will not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; I'll fetch you then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; The power of the whole County cannot, Sir,<br />
+Unless we please to yield, which yet I think<br />
+We shall not; charge when you please, you shall<br />
+Hear quickly from us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Bless me from a chicken of thy hatching,<br />
+Is this wiving?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Prethee <i>Maria</i> tell me what's the reason,<br />
+And doe it freely, you deal thus strangely with me?<br />
+You were not forc'd to marry, your consent<br />
+Went equally with mine, if not before it:<br />
+I hope you do not doubt I want that mettle<br />
+A man should have to keep a woman waking;<br />
+I would be sorry to be such a Saint yet:<br />
+My person, as it is not excellent,<br />
+So 'tis not old, nor lame, nor weak with Physick,<br />
+But well enough to please an honest woman,<br />
+That keeps her house, and loves her Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; My means and my conditions are no shamers<br />
+Of him that owes 'em, all the world knows that,<br />
+And my friends no reliers on my fortunes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; All this I believe, and none of all these parcels<br />
+I dare <a name="p16_28" id="p16_28" class="fc">[ex]cept</a> against; nay more, so far<br />
+I am from making these the ends I aim at,<br />
+These idle outward things, these womens fears,<br />
+That were I yet unmarried, free to choose<br />
+Through all the Tribes of man, <a name="p16_32" id="p16_32" class="fc">I'll</a> take <i>Petruchio</i><br />
+In's shirt, with one ten Groats to pay the Priest,<br />
+Before the best man living, or the ablest<br />
+That e'er leap'd out of <i>Lancashire</i>, and they are right ones.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating<br />
+Out of the window like a broken Miller!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If you will have me credit you <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+Come down, and let your love confirm it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Play sure wench, the Packs in thine own hand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches<br />
+Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why this is a Riddle:<br />
+I love you, and I love you not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; It is so:<br />
+And till your own experience do untie it,<br />
+This distance I must keep.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If you talk more,<br />
+I am angry, very angry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I am glad on't, and I will talk.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Prethee peace,<br />
+Let me not think thou art mad. I tell thee woman,<br />
+If thou goest forward, I am still <i>Petruchio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And I am worse, a woman that can fear<br />
+Neither <i>Petruchio Furius</i>, nor his fame,<br />
+Nor any thing that tends to our allegeance;<br />
+There's a short method for you, now you know me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If you can carry't so, 'tis very well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; No, you shall carry it, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Peace gentle Low-bel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Use no more words, but come down instantly,<br />
+I charge thee by the duty of a child.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Prethee come <i>Maria</i>, I forgive all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Stay there; That duty, that you charge me by<br />
+(If you consider truly what you say)<br />
+Is now another man's, you gave't away<br />
+I' th' Church, if you remember, to my Husband:<br />
+So all you can exact now, is no more<br />
+But only a due reverence to your person,<br />
+Which thus I pay: Your blessing, and I am gone<br />
+To bed for this night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; This is monstrous:<br />
+That blessing that <i>St. Dunstan</i> gave the Devil,<br />
+If I were neer thee, I would give thee&mdash;<br />
+Pull thee down by th' nose.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Saints should not rave, Sir;<br />
+A little Rubarb now were excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Then by that duty you owe to me <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>Open the door, and be obedient: I am quiet yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I do confess that duty, make your best on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why give me leave, I will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Sir, there's no learning<br />
+An old stiff Jade to trot, you know the moral.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yet as I take it, Sir, I owe no more<br />
+Than you owe back again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You will not Article?<br />
+All I owe, presently, let me but up, I'll pay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Y'are too hot, and such prove Jades at length;<br />
+You do confess a duty, or respect to me from you again:<br />
+That's very near, or full the same with mine?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Then by that duty, or respect, or what<br />
+You please to have it, go to bed and leave me,<br />
+And trouble me no longer with your fooling;<br />
+For know, I am not for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well, what remedy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; A fine smart Cudgel. Oh that I were near thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; If you had teeth now, what a case were we in!<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p18_20" id="p18_20" class="fc"><i>M</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>r.</i></a> &nbsp; These are the most authentique Rebels, next<br />
+<i>Tyrone</i>, I ever read of.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A week hence, or a fortnight, as you bear you,<br />
+And as I find my will observ'd, I may,<br />
+With intercession of some friends, be brought<br />
+May be to kiss you; and so quarterly<br />
+To pay a little Rent by composition,<br />
+You understand me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Thou Boy thou.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well there are more Maids than <i>Maudlin</i>, that's my comfort.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and more men than <i>Michael</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I must not to bed with this stomach, and no meat Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Feed where you will, so it be sound and wholsome,<br />
+Else live at Livery, for I'll none with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; You had best back one of the Dairy Maids, they'll carry.<br />
+But take heed to your girths, you'll get a bruise else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Now if thou wouldst come down and tender me:<br />
+All the delights due to a marriage-bed,<br />
+Study such kisses as would melt a man,<br />
+And turn thy self into a thousand Figures,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>To add new flames unto me, I would stand<br />
+Thus heavy, thus regardless, thus despising<br />
+Thee, and thy best allurings: <a name="p19_2" id="p19_2" class="fc">all the</a> beauty<br />
+That's laid upon your bodies, mark me well,<br />
+For without doubt your mind's are miserable,<br />
+You have no Masques for them: all this rare beauty,<br />
+Lay but the Painter and the Silk-worm by,<br />
+The Doctor with his Dyets, and the Tailor,<br />
+And you appear like flea'd Cats, not so handsome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And we appear like her that sent us hither,<br />
+That only excellent and beauteous nature;<br />
+Truly our selves for men to wonder at,<br />
+But too divine to handle; we are Gold,<br />
+In our own natures pure; but when we suffer<br />
+The husbands stamp upon us, then allays,<br />
+And base ones of you men are mingled with us,<br />
+And make us blush like Copper.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Then, and never<br />
+Till then are women to be spoken of,<br />
+For till that time you have no souls I take it:<br />
+Good night: come Gentlemen; I'll fast for this night,<br />
+But by this hand, well; I shall come up yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; There will I watch thee like a wither'd <a name="p19_23" id="p19_23" class="fc">Jury</a>,<br />
+Thou shalt neither have meat, Fire, nor Candle,<br />
+Nor any thing that's easie: do you rebel so soon?<br />
+Yet take mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Put up your Pipes: to bed Sir, I'll assure you<br />
+A months siege will not shake us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moro.</i> &nbsp; Well said Colonel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; To bed, to bed <i>Petruchio</i>: good night Gentlemen,<br />
+You'll make my Father sick with sitting up:<br />
+Here you shall find us any time these ten days,<br />
+Unless we may march off with our contentment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I'll hang first.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And I'll quarter if I do not,<br />
+I'll make you know, and fear a wife <i>Petruchio</i>,<br />
+There my cause lies.<br />
+You have been famous for a woman-tamer,<br />
+And bear the fear'd-name of a brave Wife-breaker:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>A woman now shall take those honors off,<br />
+And tame you; nay, never look so bigg, she <a name="p20_1" id="p20_1" class="fc">shall, believe</a> me,<br />
+And I am she: what think ye; good night to all,<br />
+Ye shall find Centinels.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; If ye dare sally.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt above.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; The devil's in 'em, ev'n the very devil, the downright
+devil.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I'll devil 'em: by these ten bones I will: I'll bring
+it to the old Proverb, no sport no pie:&mdash;&mdash;taken down i'th'
+top of all my <a name="p20_9" id="p20_9" class="fc">speed;</a> this is fine dancing: Gentlemen, stick
+to me. You see our Freehold's touch'd, and by this light,
+we will beleagure 'em, and either starve 'em out, or make
+'em recreant.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I'll see all passages stopt, but those about 'em:<br />
+If the good women of the Town dare succor 'em,<br />
+We shall have wars indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I'll stand perdue upon 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; My Regiment shall lie before.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I think <a name="p20_18" id="p20_18" class="fc">so,</a> 'tis grown too old to stand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Let's in, and each provide his tackle,<br />
+We'll fire 'em out, or make 'em take their pardons:<br />
+Hear what I say on their bare knees&mdash;<br />
+Am I <i>Petruchio</i>, fear'd, and spoken of,<br />
+And on my wedding night am I thus jaded?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt omn.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quarta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Pedro <i>at several doors.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Pedro</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Very busie Master <i>Rowland</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What haste man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I beseech you pardon me,<br />
+I am not mine own man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Thou art not mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; No; but believe me, as hasty&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; The cause good <i>Pedro</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; There be a thousand Sir; you are not married?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Not yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Keep your self quiet then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; You'll find a Fiddle<br />
+That never will be tun'd else: from all women&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What ails the fellow tro? <i>Jaques</i>?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Your friend Sir.<br />
+But very full of business.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Nothing but business?<br />
+Prethee the reason, is there any dying?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I would there were Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; But thy business?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you in a word, I am sent to lay<br />
+An Imposition upon Souse and Puddings,<br />
+Pasties, and penny Custards, that the women<br />
+May not relieve <a name="p21_13" id="p21_13" class="fc">yo[n]</a> Rebels: Fare ye well, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; How does my Mistriss?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Like a resty jade.<br />
+She's spoil'd for riding.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaques.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What a devil ail they?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+Custards, and penny Pasties, Fools and Fiddles,<br />
+What's this to th' purpose? Oh well met.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Rowland</i>.<br />
+I cannot stay to talk long.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What's the matter?<br />
+Here's stirring, but to what end? whither goe you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; To view the Works.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What Works?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; The womens Trenches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Trenches? are such to see?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I do not jest, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I cannot understand you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Do not you hear<br />
+In what a state of quarrel the new Bride<br />
+Stands with her Husband?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Let him stand with her, and there's an end.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; It should be, but by'r Lady<br />
+She holds him out at Pikes end, and defies him,<br />
+And now is fortifi'd, such a Regiment of Rutters<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>Never defied men braver: I am sent<br />
+To view their preparation.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; This is news<br />
+<a name="p22_3" id="p22_3" class="fc">Stranger than</a> Arms in the air: you saw not<br />
+My gentle Mistriss?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and meditating<br />
+Upon some secret business, when she had found it<br />
+She leap'd for joy, and laugh'd, and straight retir'd<br />
+To shun <i>Moroso</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; This may be for me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Will you along?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; No.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Farewel.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Sophocles.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Farewel, Sir.<br />
+What should her musing mean, and what her joy in't,<br />
+If not for my advantage? stay ye; may not<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia <i>at one door, and</i> Moroso <i>at another, hearkning.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+That bob-tail jade <i>Moroso</i>, with his Gold,<br />
+His gew-gaudes, and the hope she has to send him<br />
+Quickly to dust, excite this? here she comes,<br />
+And yonder walks the Stallion to discover:<br />
+Yet I'll salute her: save you beauteous Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why do you look so strange?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I use to look Sir<br />
+Without examination.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Belike then<br />
+The object discontents you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Yes it does.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Is't come to this? you know me, do you not?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Yes, as I may know many by repentance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why do you break your faith?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you that too,<br />
+You are under age, and no band holds upon you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Excellent wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Sue out your understanding,<br />
+And get more hair to cover your bare knuckle;<br />
+(For boys were made for nothing, but dry kisses)<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>And if you can, more manners.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Better still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; And then if I want <i>Spanish</i> Gloves, or Stockings,<br />
+A ten pound Wastecoat, or a Nag to hunt on,<br />
+It may be I shall grace you to accept 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Farewel, and when I credit women more,<br />
+May I to <i>Smithfield</i>, and there buy a Jade,<br />
+(And know him to be so) that breaks my neck.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Because I have known you, I'll be thus kind to you;<br />
+Farewel, and be a man, and I'll provide you,<br />
+Because I see y'are desperate, some staid Chamber-maid<br />
+That may relieve your youth with wholsome doctrine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; She's mine from all the world: ha wench?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Ha Chicken?&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>gives him a box o' th' ear, and Ex.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; How's this? I do not love these favors: save you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; The devil take thee&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>wrings him by th' nose.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; There's a Love-token for you: thank me now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I'll think on some of ye, and if I live,<br />
+My nose alone shall not be plaid withal.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, <i>and</i> Moroso.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; A Box o'th' ear do you say?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Yes sure, a sound one,<br />
+Beside my nose blown to my hand; if <i>Cupid</i><br />
+Shoot Arrows of that weight, I'll swear devoutly,<br />
+H'as sued his Livery, and <a name="p23_26" id="p23_26" class="fc">is</a> no more a boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; You gave her some ill language?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Not a word.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Or might be you were fumbling?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Would I had Sir.<br />
+I had been a forehand then; but to be baffl'd,<br />
+And have no feeling of the cause&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Be patient,<br />
+I have a medicine clapt to her back will cure her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; No sure it must be afore, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; O' my conscience,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>When I got these two wenches (who till now<br />
+Ne'r shew'd their riding) I was drunk with Bastard,<br />
+Whose nature is to form things like it self<br />
+Heady, and monstrous: did she slight him too?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; That's all my comfort: a meer Hobby-horse<br />
+She made child <i>Rowland</i>: s'foot she would not know him,<br />
+Not give him a free look, not reckon him<br />
+Among her thoughts, which I held more than wonder,<br />
+I having seen her within's three days kiss <a name="p24_8" id="p24_8" class="fc">him</a><br />
+With such an appetite as though she would eat him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; There is some trick in this: how did he take <a name="p24_10" id="p24_10" class="fc">it?</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Ready to cry; he ran away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I fear her.<br />
+And yet I tell you, ever to my anger,<br />
+She is as tame as innocency; it may be<br />
+This blow was but a favour.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I'll be sworn 'twas well tied on then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Goe too, pray forget it,<br />
+I have bespoke a Priest: and within's two hours<br />
+I'll have ye married; will that please you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I'll see it done my self, and give the Lady<br />
+Such a sound exhortation for this knavery<br />
+I'll warrant you, shall make her smell this month on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Nay good Sir be not violent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Neither&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; It may be<br />
+Out of her earnest love there grew a longing<br />
+(As you know women have such toys) in kindness,<br />
+To give me a box o'th' ear, or so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; It may be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I reckon for the best still: this night then<br />
+I shall enjoy her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; You shall handsel her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Old as I am, I'll give her one blow for't<br />
+Shall make her groan this twelve-month.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Where's your Joynture?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I have a Joynture for her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Have your Council perus'd it yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; No Council but the night, and your sweet daughter,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>Shall e'r peruse that joynture.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Very well, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moro.</i> &nbsp; I'll no demurrers on't, nor no rejoynders.<br />
+The other's ready seal'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Come then let's comfort<br />
+My Son <i>Petruchio</i>, he's like little Children<br />
+That loose their baubles, crying ripe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Pray tell me,<br />
+Is this stern woman still upon the flaunt<br />
+Of bold defiance?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Still, and still she shall be,<br />
+Till she be starv'd out, you shall see such justice,<br />
+That women shall be glad after this tempest,<br />
+To tie their husbands shooes, and walk their horses.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p25_14" id="p25_14" class="fc"><i>Mor.</i></a> &nbsp; That were a merry world: do you hear the rumor?<br />
+They say the women are in insurrection,<br />
+And mean to make a&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; They'll sooner<br />
+Draw upon walls as we do: Let 'em, let 'em,<br />
+We'll ship 'em out in Cuck-stools, there they'll sail<br />
+As brave <i>Columbus</i> did, till they discover<br />
+The happy Islands of obedience.<br />
+We stay too long, Come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>St. George</i> be with us.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Secunda.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia <i>alone.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Now if I can but get in handsomely,<br />
+Father I shall deceive you; and this night<br />
+For all your private plotting, I'll no wedlock;<br />
+I have shifted sail, and find my Sisters safety<br />
+A sure retirement; pray to heaven that <i>Rowland</i><br />
+Do not believe too far, what I said to him,<br />
+For yon old Foxcase forc'd me, that's my fear.<br />
+Stay, let me see, this quarter fierce <i>Petruchio</i><br />
+Keeps with his Myrmidons, I must be suddain,<br />
+If he seize on me, I can look for nothing<br />
+But Marshal-Law; to this place have I scap'd him;<br />
+Above there.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria <i>and</i> Byancha <i>above.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; <i>Cheval' a.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; A friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Who are you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Look out and know.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Alas poor wench, who sent thee?<br />
+What weak fool made thy tongue his Orator?<br />
+I know you come to parly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Y'are deceiv'd,<br />
+Urg'd by the goodness of your cause, I come<br />
+To do as you do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Y'are too weak, too foolish,<br />
+To cheat us with your smoothness: do not we know<br />
+Thou hast been kept up tame?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Believe me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No, prethee good <i>Livia</i><br />
+Utter thy Eloquence somewhere else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Good Cosin<br />
+Put up your Pipes; we are not for your palate<br />
+Alas we know who sent you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; O' my word&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Stay there; you must not think your word,<br />
+Or by your Maidenhead, or such Sunday oaths,<br />
+Sworn after Even-Song, can inveigle us<br />
+To lose our hand-fast: did their wisdoms think<br />
+That sent you hither, we would be so foolish,<br />
+To entertain our gentle Sister <i>Sinon</i>,<br />
+And give her credit, while the wooden Jade<br />
+<i>Petruchio</i> &nbsp; stole upon us: no good Sister,<br />
+Go home, and tell the merry <i>Greeks</i> that sent you,<br />
+<i>Ilium</i> &nbsp; shall burn, and I, as did <i>&AElig;neas</i>,<br />
+Will on my back, spite of the <i>Myrmidons</i>,<br />
+Carry this warlike Lady, and through Seas<br />
+Unknown, and unbeliev'd, seek out a Land,<br />
+Where like a race of noble <i>Amazons</i><br />
+We'll root our <a name="p26_36" id="p26_36" class="fc">se[l]ves</a>, and to our endless glory<br />
+Live, and despise base men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I'll second ye.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; How long have you been thus?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; That's all one, Cosin,<br />
+I stand for freedom now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Take heed of lying;<br />
+For by this light, if we do credit you,<br />
+And find you tripping, his infliction<br />
+That kill'd the Prince of <i>Orange</i>, will be sport<br />
+To what we purpose.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Let me feel the heaviest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Swear by thy Sweet-heart <i>Rowland</i> (for by your maiden-head,<br />
+I fear 'twill be too late to swear) you mean<br />
+Nothing but fair and safe, and honourable<br />
+To us, and to your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I swear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Stay yet,<br />
+Swear as you hate <i>Moroso</i>, that's the surest,<br />
+And as you have a certain fear to find him<br />
+Worse than a poor dry'd <i>Jack</i>, full of more aches<br />
+Than <i>Autumn</i> has; more knavery, and usury,<br />
+And foolery, and brokery, than dogs-ditch:<br />
+As you do constantly believe he's nothing<br />
+But an old empty bag with a grey beard,<br />
+And that Beard such a bob-tail, that it looks<br />
+Worse than a Mares tail eaten off with Fillies:<br />
+As you acknowledge that young handsome wench<br />
+That lies by such a <i>Bilboa</i> blade that bends<br />
+With ev'ry pass he makes, to th' hilts, <a name="p27_26" id="p27_26" class="fc">[most]</a> miserable,<br />
+A dry Nurse to his <a name="p27_27" id="p27_27" class="fc">Coughs,</a> a fewterer<br />
+To such a nasty fellow, a robb'd thing<br />
+Of all delights youth looks for: and to end,<br />
+One cast away on course beef, born to brush<br />
+That everlasting Cassock that has worn<br />
+As many servants out, as the Northeast passage<br />
+Has consum'd Sailors: if you swear this, and truly<br />
+Without the reservation of a gown<br />
+Or any meritorious Petticoat,<br />
+'Tis like we shall believe you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I do swear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Stay yet a little; came this wholsome motion<br />
+(Deal truly Sister) from your own opinion,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>Or some suggestion of the Foe?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Nev'r fear me,<br />
+For by that little faith I have in Husbands,<br />
+And the great zeal I bear your cause, I come<br />
+Full of that liberty you stand for, Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; If we believe, and you prove recreant, <i>Livia</i>,<br />
+Think what a maim you give the noble Cause<br />
+We now stand up for: Think what women shall,<br />
+An hundred years hence, speak thee, when examples<br />
+Are look'd for, and so great ones, whose relations,<br />
+Spoke as we <a name="p28_10" id="p28_10" class="fc">do 'em</a> wench, shall make new customs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; If you be false, repent, go home, and pray,<br />
+And to the serious women of the City<br />
+Confess your self; bring not a sin so hainous<br />
+To load thy soul to this place: mark me <i>Livia</i>,<br />
+If thou be'st double, and betray'st our honors,<br />
+And we fail in our purpose: get thee where<br />
+There is no women living, nor no hope<br />
+There ever shall be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; If a Mothers daughter,<br />
+That ever heard the name of stubborn husband<br />
+<a name="p28_21" id="p28_21" class="fc">Find</a> thee, and know thy sin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Nay, if old age,<br />
+One that has worn away the name of woman,<br />
+And no more left to know her by, but railing,<br />
+No teeth, nor eyes, nor legs, but wooden ones<br />
+Come but i'th' wind-ward of thee, for sure she'll smell thee;<br />
+Thou'lt be so rank, she'll ride thee like a night-Mare,<br />
+And say her Prayers back-ward to undo thee:<br />
+She'll curse thy meat and drink, and when thou marriest,<br />
+Clap a sound spell for ever on thy pleasures.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Children of five year old, like little Fairies,<br />
+Will pinch thee into motley: all that ever<br />
+Shall live, and hear of thee, I mean all women,<br />
+Will (like so many furies) shake their keys;<br />
+And toss their flaming distaffs o'r their heads,<br />
+Crying revenge: take heed, 'tis hideous:<br />
+Oh 'tis a fearful office, if thou hadst<br />
+(Though thou be'st perfect now) when thou cam'st hither,<br />
+A false imagination, get thee gone,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>And as my learned Cosin said, repent,<br />
+This place is sought by soundness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; So I seek it,<br />
+Or let me be a most despis'd example.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I do believe thee, be thou worthy of it.<br />
+You come not empty?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; No, here's Cakes, and cold meat,<br />
+And Tripe of proof: behold, here's Wine and Beer,<br />
+Be suddain, I shall be surpriz'd else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Meet at the low parlour door, there lies a close way:<br />
+What fond obedience you have living in you,<br />
+Or duty to a man before you enter,<br />
+Fling it away, 'twill but defile our Off'rings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Be wary as you come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I warrant ye.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Tertia.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter three Maids.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>1 Mai.</i> &nbsp; How goes your business Girls?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; A foot, and fair.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp; If fortune favour us: away to your strength,<br />
+The Countrey Forces are arriv'd, be gone,<br />
+We are discover'd else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; Arm, and be valiant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Think of our cause.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp; Our Justice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis sufficient.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quarta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Tranio <i>at several doors.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; How doe you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; How dost thou man?<br />
+Thou look'st ill:<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p29_32" id="p29_32" class="fc">[<i>R</i>]<i>ow.</i></a> &nbsp; Yes, pray can you tell me <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+Who knew the devil first?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; A woman.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p29_35" id="p29_35" class="fc"></a><i>Row.</i> &nbsp; So. Were they not well acquainted?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; May be so,<br />
+For they had certain Dialogues together.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; He sold her fruit, I take it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and Cheese<br />
+That choak'd all mankind after.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Canst thou tell me<br />
+Whether that woman ever had a faith<br />
+After she had eaten?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; That's a School-question<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; No,<br />
+'Tis no question, for believe me <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+That cold fruit after eating bread naught in her<br />
+But windy promises, and chollick vows<br />
+That broke out both ways.<br />
+<a name="p30_14" id="p30_14" class="fc">[Thou]</a> hast heard I am sure<br />
+Of <i>Esculapius</i>, a far famed Surgeon,<br />
+One that could set together quarter'd Traitors<br />
+And make 'em honest men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; How dost thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Let him but take, (if <a name="p30_19" id="p30_19" class="fc">[h]e</a> dare do a cure<br />
+Shall get him fame indeed) a faithless woman,<br />
+There will be credit for him, that will speak him,<br />
+A broken woman <i>Tranio</i>, a base woman,<br />
+And if he can cure such a rack of honor<br />
+Let him come here, and practice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Now for honors sake,<br />
+Why what ail'st thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am ridden <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+And spur-gall'd to the life of patience<br />
+(Heaven keep my wits together) by a thing<br />
+Our worst thoughts are too noble for, a woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Your Mistriss has a little frown'd it may be?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; She was my Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Is she not?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p30_34" id="p30_34" class="fc"><i>R</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>w.</i></a> &nbsp; No <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+She has done me such disgrace, so spitefully<br />
+So like a woman bent to my undoing,<br />
+That henceforth a good horse shall be my Mistriss,<br />
+A good Sword, or a Book: and if you see her,<br />
+Tell her I <a name="p30_39" id="p30_39" class="fc">[doe]</a> beseech you, even for love sake.&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I will <i>Rowland</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; She may sooner<br />
+Count the good I have thought her,<br />
+Our old love and our friendship,<br />
+Shed one true tear, mean one hour constantly,<br />
+Be old and honest, married, and a maid,<br />
+Than make me see her more, or more believe her:<br />
+And now I have met a messenger, farewel Sir.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Alas poor <i>Rowland</i>, I will do it for thee:<br />
+This is that dog <i>Moroso</i>, but I hope<br />
+To see him cold i'th' mouth first, e'r he enjoy her:<br />
+I'll watch this young man, desperate thoughts may seize him,<br />
+And if my purse or council can, I'll ease him.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quinta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso, <i>and</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; For look you Gentlemen, say that I grant her,<br />
+Out of my free and liberal love, a pardon,<br />
+Which you, and all men else know, she deserves not,<br />
+<i>(Teneatis amici)</i> can all the world leave laughing?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I think not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; No by &mdash;&mdash; they cannot;<br />
+For pray consider, have you ever read,<br />
+Or heard of, or can any man imagine.<br />
+So stiff a <i>Tom-boy</i>, of so set a malice,<br />
+And such a brazen resolution,<br />
+As this young Crab-tree? and then answer me,<br />
+And mark but this too friends, without a cause,<br />
+Not a foul word come cross her, not a fear,<br />
+She justly can take hold on, and do you think<br />
+I must sleep out my anger, and endure it,<br />
+Sow pillows to her ease, and lull her mischief?<br />
+Give me a Spindle first: no, no my Masters,<br />
+Were she as fair as <i>Nell-a-Greece</i>, and housewife,<br />
+As good as the wise Sailors wife, and young still,<br />
+Never above fifteen, and these tricks to it,<br />
+She should ride the wild Mare once a week, she should,<br />
+(Believe me friends she should) I would tabor her,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>Till all the Legions that are crept into her,<br />
+Flew out with fire i'th' tails.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Methinks you err now,<br />
+For to me seems, a little sufferance<br />
+Were a far surer cure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I can suffer,<br />
+Where I see promises of peace and amendment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Give her a few conditions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I'll be hanged first.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Give her a Crab-tree Cudgel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; So I will;<br />
+And after it a flock-bed for her bones.<br />
+And hard eggs, till they brace her like a Drum,<br />
+She shall be pamper'd with &mdash;&mdash;<br />
+She shall not know a stool in ten months, Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; This must not be.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Arm, arm, out with your weapons,<br />
+For all the women in the Kingdom's on ye;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro.</p>
+
+<p>
+They swarm like wasps, and nothing can destroy 'em,<br />
+But stopping of their hive, and smothering of 'em,<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Stand to your guard, Sir, all the devils extant<br />
+Are broke upon us like a cloud of thunder;<br />
+There are more women marching hitherward,<br />
+In rescue of my Mistriss, than e'er turn'd tail<br />
+At <i>Sturbridge</i> Fair, and I believe, as fiery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; The forlorn hope's led by a Tanner's wife,<br />
+I know her by her Hide, a desperate woman:<br />
+She flead her Husband in her youth, and made<br />
+Raynes of his Hide to ride the parish. Take 'em all together,<br />
+They are a genealogy of Jennets, gotten<br />
+And born thus by the boisterous breath of Husbands;<br />
+They serve sure, <a name="p32_33" id="p32_33" class="fc">a[n]d</a> are swift to catch occasion,<br />
+(I mean their foes or Husbands) by the forelocks,<br />
+And there they hang like favours; cry they can<br />
+But more for Noble spight, than fear: and crying<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>Like the old Giants that were foes to heaven,<br />
+They heave ye stool on stool, and fling main Pot-lids<br />
+Like massie Rocks, dart Ladles, tossing Irons,<br />
+And Tongs like Thunderbolts, till overlaid,<br />
+They fall beneath the weight; yet still aspiring<br />
+At those Emperious <a name="p33_5" id="p33_5" class="fc">[Codsheads]</a> that would tame 'em.<br />
+There's ne'r a one of these, the worst and weakest,<br />
+(Chuse where you will,) but dare attempt the raising,<br />
+Against the soveraign peace of Puritans,<br />
+A <i>May</i>-pole and a Morris, maugre mainly<br />
+Their zeal, and Dudgeon-daggers: and yet more,<br />
+Dares plant a stand of batt'ring Ale against 'em,<br />
+And drink 'em out o'th' parish.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Lo you fierce <i>Petruchio</i>, this comes of your impatience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; There's one brought in the Bears against the Canons<br />
+Of the Town, made it good, and fought 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Another to her everlasting fame, erected<br />
+Two Ale-houses of ease: the Quarter-Sessions<br />
+Running against her roundly; in which business<br />
+Two of the disanullers lost their night-caps:<br />
+A third stood excommunicate by the cudgel;<br />
+The Constable, to her eternal glory,<br />
+Drunk hard, and was converted, and she victor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Then are they victualed with Pies and Puddings,<br />
+(The trappings of good Stomachs) noble Ale<br />
+The true defender, Sausages, and smoak'd ones,<br />
+If need be, such as serve for Pikes; and Pork,<br />
+(Better the Jews ne'r hated:) here and there<br />
+A bottle of <i>Metheglin</i>, a stout <i>Britain</i><br />
+That will stand to 'em; what else they want, they war for.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Come to council.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Now you must grant conditions, or the Kingdom<br />
+Will have no other talke but this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Away then, and let's advise the best.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Why do you tremble?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Have I liv'd thus long to be knockt o'th' head,<br />
+With half a Washing-beetle: pray be wise, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Come, something I'll do, but what it is, I know not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; To Council then, and let's avoid their follies.<br />
+Guard all the doors, or we shall not have a Cloak left.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<a name="p33_40" id="p33_40" class="fc"></a></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na</i> <a name="p34_1" id="p34_1" class="fc">[<i>Sexta.</i>]</a></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, Petruchio, Moroso, Sophocles, <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I am indifferent, though I must confess,<br />
+I had rather see her carted.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No more of that, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Are ye resolv'd to give her fair conditions?<br />
+'Twill be the safest way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I am distracted,<br />
+Would I had run my head into a halter<br />
+When I first woo'd her: if I offer peace,<br />
+She'll urge her own conditions, that's the devil.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Why, say she do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Say, I am made an Ass, then;<br />
+I know her aim: may I, with reputation<br />
+(Answer me this) with safety of mine honor,<br />
+(After the mighty manage of my first wife,<br />
+Which was indeed a fury to this Filly,<br />
+After my twelve strong labours to reclaim her,<br />
+Which would have made Don <i>Hercules</i> horn mad,<br />
+And hid him in his Hide) suffer this <i>Cicely</i>?<br />
+E're she have warm'd my sheets, e're grappell'd with me,<br />
+This Pinck, this painted Foist, this Cockle-boat,<br />
+To hang her Fights out, and defie me friends,<br />
+A well known man of war? if this be equal,<br />
+And I may suffer, say, and I have done?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; I do not think you may.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You'll make it worse, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Pray hear me good <i>Petruchio</i>: but ev'n now,<br />
+You were contented to give all conditions,<br />
+To try how far she would carry: 'Tis a folly,<br />
+(And you will find it so) to clap the curb on,<br />
+E're you be sure it proves a natural wildness,<br />
+And not a forc'd. Give her conditions,<br />
+For on my life this trick is put into her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; I should believe so too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; And not her own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You'll find it so.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Then if she flownder with you,<br />
+Clap spurs on, and in this you'll deal with temperance,<br />
+Avoid the hurry of the world.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; And loose.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Musick above.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; No honor on my life, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I will do it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; It seems they are very merry.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why <a name="p35_8" id="p35_8" class="fc">[God]</a> hold it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Jaques</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; They are i'th' flaunt, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes we hear 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; They have got a stick of Fiddles, and they firk it,<br />
+In wondrous ways, the two grand <i>Capitano's</i>,<br />
+(They brought the Auxiliary Regiments)<br />
+Dance with their coats tuckt up to their bare breeches,<br />
+And bid <a name="p35_16" id="p35_16" class="fc">[them]</a> kiss 'em, that's the burden;<br />
+They have got <i>Metheglin</i>, and audacious Ale;<br />
+And talk like Tyrants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; How knowest thou?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I peept in<br />
+At a loose Lansket.<br />
+</p>
+
+<h4><a name="p35_22" id="p35_22" class="fc"></a>SONG.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>A Health for all this day</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To the woman that bears the sway</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>And wears the breeches;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>Let it come, let it come.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Let this health be a Seal,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>For the good of the Common-weal</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>the woman shall wear the breeches.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Lets drink then and laugh it</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And merrily merrily quaff it</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And tipple, and tipple a round</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>here's to thy fool,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>and to my fool.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>Come, to all fools</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>though it cost us wench, many a pound.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Hark.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; A Song, pray silence. <span class="ralign">[<i>All the Women above.</i><br /><a name="p36_3" id="p36_3" class="fc"><i>Citizens and Countrey</i><br /><i>women.</i></a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; They look out.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Good ev'n Ladies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Good you good ev'n Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; How have you slept to night?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Exceeding well Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Did you not wish me with you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No, believe me,<br />
+I never thought upon you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; Is that he?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; She has drank hard, mark her Hood.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; You are&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Learnedly drunk, I'll hang else: let her utter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; And I must tell you, <i>viva voce</i> friend,<br />
+A very foolish fellow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; There's an Ale figure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I thank you <i>Susan Brotes</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Forward Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; You have espoused here a hearty woman,<br />
+A comly, and courageous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well, I have so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; And to the comfort of distressed damsels,<br />
+Women out-worn in wedlock; and such vessels,<br />
+This woman has defied you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; It should seem so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; And why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, can you tell?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; For thirteen causes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Pray by your patience Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Forward Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Do you mean to treat of all these?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Who shall let her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Do you hear, Velvet hood, we come not now<br />
+To hear your doctrine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; For the first, I take it,<br />
+It doth divide it self into seven branches.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Hark you good <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+Have you got a Catechiser here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Good zeal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Good three pil'd predication, will you peace,<br />
+And hear the cause we come for?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; Yes bob-tails<br />
+We know the cause you come for, here's the cause,<br />
+But never hope to carry her, never dream<br />
+Or flatter your opinions with a thought<br />
+Of base repentance in her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Give me Sack,<br />
+By this, and next strong Ale.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; Swear forward Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; By all that's cordial, in this place we'll bury<br />
+Our bones, fames, tongues, our triumphs and <a name="p37_14" id="p37_14" class="fc">[then]</a> all<br />
+That ever yet was chronicl'd of woman;<br />
+But this brave wench, this excellent despiser,<br />
+This bane of dull obedience, shall inherit<br />
+His liberal Will, and march off with conditions<br />
+Noble, and worth her self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; She shall <i>Tom Tilers</i>,<br />
+And brave ones too, my Hood shall make a Hearse-cloth,<br />
+And <a name="p37_22" id="p37_22" class="fc">I'll lie</a> under it like <i>Jone o' Gaunt</i>,<br />
+E'r I go less, my Distaff stuck up by me,<br />
+For the eternal Trophy of my conquests;<br />
+And loud fame at my head with two main bottles,<br />
+Shall fill to all the world the glorious fall<br />
+Of old <i>Don Gillian</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Yet a little further,<br />
+We have taken Arms in rescue of this Lady;<br />
+Most just and Noble: if ye beat us off<br />
+Without conditions, and we recant,<br />
+Use us as we deserve; and first degrade us<br />
+Of all our antient chambring: next that<br />
+The Symbols of our secresie, silk Stockings,<br />
+Hew of our heels; our petticoats of Arms<br />
+Tear off our bodies, and our Bodkins break<br />
+Over our coward heads.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; And ever after<br />
+To make the tainture most notorious,<br />
+At all our Crests, <i>videlicet</i> our <a name="p37_40" id="p37_40" class="fc">Plackets</a>,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>Let Laces hang, and we return again<br />
+Into our former titles, <a name="p38_1" id="p38_1" class="fc">Da[y]ry</a>-maids.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; No more wars: puissant Ladies, shew conditions<br />
+And freely I accept 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Call in <i>Livia;</i><br />
+She's in the Treaty too.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia <i>above.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; How, <i>Livia</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Hear you that Sir?<br />
+There's the conditions for ye, pray peruse 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Yes, there she is: 't had been no right rebellion,<br />
+Had she held off; what think you man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Nay nothing.<br />
+I have enough o' th' prospect: o' my conscience,<br />
+The worlds end, and the goodness of a woman<br />
+Will come together.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Are you there sweet Lady?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Cry you mercy Sir, I saw you not: your blessing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Yes, when I bless a jade, that stumbles with me.<br />
+How are the Articles?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; This is for you Sir;<br />
+And I shall think upon't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; You have us'd me finely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; There's no other use of thee now extant,<br />
+But to be hung up, Cassock, Cap, and all,<br />
+For some strange monster at Apothecaries.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; I hear you whore.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; It must be his then Sir,<br />
+For need will then compel me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Blessing on thee.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p38_30" id="p38_30" class="fc">[<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; He wil undoe me in meere pans of Coles<br />
+To make him lustie.]</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; There's no talking to 'em;<br />
+How are they Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; As I expected: Liberty and clothes,      <span class="ralign">[<i>Reads.</i></span><br />
+When, and in what way she will: continual moneys,<br />
+Company, and all the house at her dispose;<br />
+No tongue to say, why is this? or whether will it;<br />
+New Coaches, and some buildings, she appoints here;<br />
+Hangings, and Hunting-horses: and for Plate<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>And Jewels for her private use, I take it,<br />
+Two thousand pound in present: then for Musick,<br />
+And women to read <i>French</i>;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; This must not be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And at the latter end a clause put in,<br />
+That <i>Livia</i> shall by no man be <a name="p39_5" id="p39_5" class="fc">importun'd,</a><br />
+This whole month yet, to marry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; This is monstrous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; This shall be done, I'll humor her awhile:<br />
+If nothing but repentance and undoing<br />
+Can win her love, I'll make a shift for one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; When ye are once a bed, all these conditions<br />
+Lie under your own seal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Do you like 'em?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+And by that faith I gave you 'fore the Priest<br />
+I'll ratifie 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; Stay, what pledges?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No, I'll take that oath;<br />
+But have a care you keep it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis not now<br />
+As when <i>Andrea</i> liv'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cun.</i> &nbsp; If you do juggle,<br />
+Or alter but a Letter of these Articles<br />
+We have set <a name="p39_24" id="p39_24" class="fc">down, the</a> self-same persecution.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Mistrust him not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; By all my honesty&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Enough, I yield.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; What's this Inserted here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; That the two valiant women that <a name="p39_29" id="p39_29" class="fc">[command]</a> here<br />
+Shall have a Supper made 'em, and a large one,<br />
+And liberal entertainment without grudging,<br />
+And pay for all their soldiers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; That shall be too;<br />
+And if a Tun of Wine will serve to pay 'em,<br />
+They shall have justice: I ordain ye all<br />
+Pay-masters, Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Then we shall have sport boys.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; We'll meet you in the Parlor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Ne'r look sad, Sir, for I will do it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; There's no danger in't.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p40_1" id="p40_1" class="fc"><i>Petr</i>[<i>u</i>].</a> &nbsp; For <i>Livia</i>'s Article you shall observe it,<br />
+I have ti'd my self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; I will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Along then: now<br />
+Either I break, or this stiff plant must bow.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Tranio <i>and</i> Rowland.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Come you shall take my counsel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I shall hang first.<br />
+I'll no more love, that's certain, 'tis a bane,<br />
+(Next that they poison Rats with) the most mortal:<br />
+No, I thank Heaven, I have got my sleep again,<br />
+And now begin to write sence; I can walk ye<br />
+A long hour in my chamber like a man,<br />
+And think of some thing that may better me;<br />
+Some serious point of Learning, or my state;<br />
+No more ay-mees, and <a name="p40_17" id="p40_17" class="fc">[miseries]</a> <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+Come near my brain. I'll tell thee, had the devil<br />
+But any essence in him of a man,<br />
+And could be brought to love, and love a woman,<br />
+'Twould make his head ake worser than his horns do;<br />
+And firk him with a fire he never felt yet,<br />
+Would make him dance. I tell thee there is nothing<br />
+(It may be thy case <i>Tranio</i>, therefore hear me:)<br />
+Under the Sun (reckon the mass of follies<br />
+Crept into th' world with man) so desperate,<br />
+So mad, so senceless, poor and base, so wretched,<br />
+Roguy, and scurvy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Whether wilt thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; As 'tis to be in love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; And why for virtue sake?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And why for virtue's sake? dost thou not conceive me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No by my troth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Pray then and heartily,<br />
+For fear thou fall into't: I'll tell thee why too,<br />
+(For I have hope to save thee) when thou lovest,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>And first beginst to worship the gilt calf:<br />
+<i>Imprimis</i>, thou hast lost thy gentry,<br />
+And like a Prentice, flung away thy Freedom,<br />
+Forthwith thou art a slave.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p41_4" id="p41_4" class="fc"><i>Tr</i>[<i>a</i>].</a> &nbsp; That's a new Doctrine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Next thou art no more man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; What then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; A Fryppery;<br />
+Nothing but braided hair and penny ribbond,<br />
+Glove, Garter, Ring, Rose, or at best a Swabber,<br />
+If thou canst love so near to keep thy making,<br />
+Yet thou wilt lose thy language.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+Those things in love, ne'r talk as we do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; No, without doubt, they sigh, and shake the head,<br />
+And sometimes whistle dolefully.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No tongue?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes <i>Tranio</i>, but no truth in't, nor no reason,<br />
+And when they cant (for 'tis a kind of canting)<br />
+Ye shall hear, if you reach to understand 'em<br />
+(Which you must be a fool first, or you cannot)<br />
+Such gibb'rish; such believe me, I protest Sweet,<br />
+And oh dear Heavens, in which such constellations<br />
+Reign at the births of Lovers, this is too well,<br />
+And daigne me Lady, daigne me I beseech ye<br />
+You poor unworthy lump, and then she licks him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; A &mdash;&mdash; on't, this is nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Thou hast hit it:<br />
+Then talks she ten times worse, and wryes, and wriggles,<br />
+As though she had the Itch (and so it may be.)<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Why thou art grown a strange discoverer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Of mine own follies <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Wilt thou <i>Rowland</i>,<br />
+Certain ne'er love again?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I think so, certain,<br />
+And if I be not dead drunk I shall keep it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Tell me but this; what dost thou think of women?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why, as I think of Fiddles, they delight me,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>Till their strings break.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; What strings?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Their modesties,<br />
+Faiths, Vows, and Maidenheads, for they are like Kits<br />
+They have but four strings to 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; What wilt thou<br />
+Give me for ten pound now, when thou next lovest,<br />
+And the same woman still?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Give me the money;<br />
+A hundred, and my Bond for't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; But pray hear me,<br />
+I'll work all means I can to reconcile ye:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Do, do, Give me the money;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; There.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Work <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You shall go sometimes where she is.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes straight.<br />
+This is the first good I e'er got by woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You would think it strange now, if another beauty<br />
+As good as hers, say better.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Conceive me,<br />
+This is no point o' th' wager.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; That's all one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Love you as much, or more, than now she hates you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a good hearing, let 'em love: ten pound more,<br />
+I never love that woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; There it is;<br />
+And so an hundred, if you lose.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis done;<br />
+Have you another to put in?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No, no Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am very sorry: now will I erect<br />
+A new game, and go hate for th' bell; I am sure<br />
+I am in excellent case to win.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I must have <a name="p42_35" id="p42_35" class="fc">leave</a><br />
+To tell you, and tell truth too, what she is,<br />
+And how she suffers for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Ten pound more,<br />
+I never believe you.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, I am stinted.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Well, take your best way then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Let's walk, I am glad<br />
+Your sullen Feavor's off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Shalt see me <i>Tranio</i><br />
+A monstrous merry man now: let's to the Wedding,<br />
+And as we go, tell me the general hurry<br />
+Of these mad wenches and their works.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And do thy worst.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Something I'll do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Do <i>Tranio</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Secunda.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; A pair of Stocks bestride 'em, Are they gone?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p43_15" id="p43_15" class="fc"><i>Ja</i>[<i>q</i>].</a> &nbsp; Yes they are gone; and all the pans i'th Town<br />
+Beating before 'em: What strange admonitions<br />
+They gave my Master, and how fearfully<br />
+They threaten'd, if he broke 'em?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; O' my Conscience<br />
+H'as found his full match now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; That I believe too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; How did she entertain him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; She lookt on him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; But scurvely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; With no great affection<br />
+That I saw: and I heard some say he kiss'd her,<br />
+But 'twas upon a treaty, and some copies<br />
+Say, but her Cheek.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i>, What wouldst thou give<br />
+For such a Wife now?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Full as many <a name="p43_31" id="p43_31" class="fc">P[r]ayers</a><br />
+As the most zealous Puritane conceives<br />
+Out of the meditation of fat Veal,<br />
+Or Birds of prey, cram'd Capons, against Players,<br />
+And to as good a tune too, but against her:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>That heaven would bless me from her: mark it <i>Pedro</i>,<br />
+If this house be not turn'd within this fortnight<br />
+With the foundation upward, I'll be carted.<br />
+My comfort is yet, that those <i>Amorites</i>,<br />
+That came to back her cause, those Heathen Whores,<br />
+Had their Hoods hallowed with Sack.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; How Div'lish drunk they were!<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p44_7" id="p44_7" class="fc"><i>Ja</i>[<i>q</i>].</a> &nbsp; And how they tumbled, <i>Pedro</i>, Didst thou marke<br />
+The Countrey <i>Cavaliero</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Out upon her,<br />
+How she turn'd down the <a name="p44_10" id="p44_10" class="fc">Bragget</a>!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I that sunk her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; That Drink was well put to her; What <a name="p44_12" id="p44_12" class="fc">a Somer</a> salt<br />
+When the chair fel, she fetch'd, with her heels upward!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; And what a piece of Landskip she discover'd!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Didst mark her, when her hood fell in the Posset?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and there rid, like a <i>Dutch</i>-Hoy; the Tumbrel,<br />
+When she had got her ballasse.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; That I saw too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; How fain she would have drawn on <i>Sophocles</i><br />
+To come aboard, and how she simper'd it&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I warrant her, she has been a worthy striker.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I'th heat of Summer there had been some hope on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Hang her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; She offer'd him a Harry-groat, and belcht out,<br />
+Her stomach being blown with Ale, such Courtship,<br />
+Upon my life has giv'n him twenty stools since:<br />
+Believe my Calculation, these old Women,<br />
+When they are tippled, and a little heated,<br />
+Are like new wheels, they'l roare you all the Town ore<br />
+Till they be greas'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; The City <a name="p44_31" id="p44_31" class="fc"><i>Cinque-a-pace</i><br />
+Dame Tost and Butter, had the Bob too?</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes,<br />
+But she was sullen drunk, and given to filching,<br />
+I see her offer at a Spoon; my Master&mdash;<br />
+I do not like his look, I fear h'as fasted<br />
+For all this preparation; lets steal by him.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Tertia.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, <i>and</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Not let you touch her all this night?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Not touch her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Where was your courage?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Where was her obedience?<br />
+Never poor Man was sham'd so; never Rascal<br />
+That keeps a stud of Whores was us'd so basely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Pray you tell me one thing truly;<br />
+Do you love her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I would I did not, upon that condition<br />
+I past thee half my Land.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; It may be then,<br />
+Her modesty requir'd a little violence?<br />
+Some Women love to struggle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; She had it,<br />
+And so much that I sweat for't, so I did,<br />
+But to no end: I washt an <i>Ethiope</i>;<br />
+She swore my force might weary her, but win her<br />
+I never could, nor should, till she consented;<br />
+And I might take her body prisoner,<br />
+But for her mind or appetite&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis strange;<br />
+This woman is the first I ever read of,<br />
+Refus'd a warranted occasion,<br />
+And standing on so fair termes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I shall quit her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Us'd you no more art?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I swore to her,<br />
+And by no little ones, if presently<br />
+Without more disputation on the matter,<br />
+She grew not nearer to me, and dispatcht me<br />
+Out of the <a name="p45_33" id="p45_33" class="fc">[pain]</a> I was, for I was nettl'd,<br />
+And willingly, and eagerly, and sweetly,<br />
+I would to her Chamber-maid, and in her hearing<br />
+Begin her such a huntes-up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Then she started?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; No more than I do now; marry she answered<br />
+If I were so dispos'd, she could not help it;<br />
+But there was one call'd <i>Jaques</i>, a poor Butler<br />
+One that might well content a single woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; And he should tilt her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; To that sence, and last<br />
+She bad me yet these six nights look for nothing<br />
+Nor strive to purchase it, but fair good night<br />
+And so good morrow, and a kiss or two<br />
+To close my stomach, for her vow had seal'd it,<br />
+And she would keep it constant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Stay ye, stay ye,<br />
+Was she thus when you woo'd her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Nothing <i>Sophocles</i>,<br />
+More keenely eager, I was oft afraid<br />
+She had been light, and easie, she would showre<br />
+Her kisses so upon me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Then I fear<br />
+An other spoke's i'th wheele.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Now thou hast found me,<br />
+There gnawes my Devil, <i>Sophocles</i>, O patience<br />
+Preserve me; that I make her not example<br />
+By some unworthy way; as fleaing her,<br />
+Boyling, or making verjuice, drying her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I hear her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Mark her then, and see the heir<br />
+Of spight and prodigality, she has studied<br />
+A way to begger's both, and by this hand      <span class="ralign">[Maria <i>at the dore, and Servant and Woman.</i></span><br />
+She shall be, if I live, a Doxy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Fy Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I do not like that dressing, tis too poor,<br />
+Let me have six gold laces, broad and massy,<br />
+And betwixt ev'ry lace a rich Embroydry,<br />
+Line the Gown through with <a name="p46_34" id="p46_34" class="fc">Plush perfum'd, and purffle</a><br />
+All the sleeves down with Pearl.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What think you <i>Sophocles</i>.<br />
+In what point stands my state now?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; For those <a name="p46_38" id="p46_38" class="fc">hangings</a><br />
+Let'em be carried where I gave appointment,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>They are too base for my use, and bespeak<br />
+New Pieces of the Civil Wars of <i>France</i>,<br />
+Let 'em be large and lively, and all silk work,<br />
+The borders Gold.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I marry sir, this cuts it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; That fourteen yards of Satten give my Woman,<br />
+I do not like the colour, 'tis too civil:<br />
+Ther's too much Silk i'th lace too; tell the <i>Dutchman</i><br />
+That brought the Mares, he must with all speed send me<br />
+An other suit of Horses, and by all means<br />
+Ten cast of Hawkes for th' River, I much care not<br />
+What price they bear, so they be sound, and flying,<br />
+For the next Winter, I am for the Country;<br />
+And mean to take my pleasure; where's the Horseman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; She means to ride a great Horse.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; With a side sadle?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and shee'l run a tilt within this twelvemonth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; To morrow I'll begin to learn, but pray sir<br />
+Have a great care he be an easie doer,<br />
+'Twill spoil a Scholar else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; An easie doer,<br />
+Did you hear that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I shall meet her morals<br />
+Ere it be long I fear not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; O good morrow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Good morrow Lady, how is't now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Faith sickly,<br />
+This house stands in an ill ayr.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yet more charges?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Subject to rots, and rheums; out on't, 'tis nothing<br />
+But a tild fog.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What think <a name="p47_31" id="p47_31" class="fc">you</a> of the Lodge then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I like the seat, but 'tis too little, <i>Sophocles</i><br />
+Let me have thy opinion, thou hast judgment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis very well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What if I pluck it down,<br />
+And <a name="p47_36" id="p47_36" class="fc">build</a> a square upon it, with two courts<br />
+Still rising from the entrance?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And i'th midst<br />
+A Colledge for young Scolds.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And to the Southward<br />
+Take in a Garden of some twenty Acres,<br />
+And cast it of the <i>Italian</i> fashion, hanging.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And you could cast your self so too; pray Lady<br />
+Will not this cost much Money?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Some five thousand,<br />
+Say six: I'll have it Battel'd too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And gilt; <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+This is a fearful course you take, pray think on't,<br />
+You are a Woman now, a Wife, and his<br />
+That must in honesty, and justice look for<br />
+Some due obedience from you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; That bare word<br />
+Shall cost you many a pound more, build upon't;<br />
+Tell me of due obedience? What's a Husband?<br />
+What are we married for, to carry Sumpters?<br />
+Are we not one peece with you, and as worthy<br />
+Our own intentions, as you yours?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Pray hear me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Take two small drops of water, equal weigh'd,<br />
+Tell me which is the heaviest, and which ought<br />
+First to descend in duty?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You mistake me;<br />
+I urge not service from you, nor obedience<br />
+In way of duty, but of love, and Credit;<br />
+All I expect is but a noble care<br />
+Of what I have brought you, and of what I am,<br />
+And what our name may be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; That's in my making.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true it is so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes, it is <i>Petruchio</i>,<br />
+For there was never Man without our molding,<br />
+Without our stamp upon him, and our justice,<br />
+Left any thing three ages after him<br />
+Good, and his own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Good Lady understand him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I do too much, sweet <i>Sophocles</i>, he's one<br />
+Of a most spightful self condition,<br />
+Never at peace with any thing but Age,<br />
+That has no teeth left to return his anger:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>A Bravery dwells in his blood yet, of abusing<br />
+His first good wife; he's sooner fire than powder,<br />
+And sooner mischief.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If I be so sodain<br />
+Do not you fear me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No nor yet care for you,<br />
+And if it may be lawful, I defie you:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Do's this become you now?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; It shall become me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Thou disobedient, weak, vain-glorious woman,<br />
+Were I but half so wilful, as thou spightful,<br />
+I should now drag thee to thy duty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Drag me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; But I am friends again: take all your pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now you perceive him <i>Sophocles</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I love thee<br />
+Above thy vanity, thou faithless creature.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Would I had been so happy when I Married,<br />
+But to have met an honest Man like thee,<br />
+For I am sure thou art good, I know thou art honest,<br />
+A hansome hurtless man, a loving man,<br />
+Though never a penny with him; and those eyes,<br />
+That face, and that true heart; weare this for my sake,<br />
+And when thou think'st upon me pity me:<br />
+I am cast away.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Mar.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Why how now man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Pray leave me,<br />
+And follow your advices.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; The Man's jealous:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I shall find a time ere it be long, to ask you<br />
+One or two foolish questions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I shall answer<br />
+As well as I am able, when you call me:<br />
+If she mean true, 'tis but a little killing,<br />
+And if I do not venture it's&mdash;<br />
+Farewel sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Soph.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Pray farewel. Is there no keeping<br />
+A Wife to one mans use? no wintering<br />
+These cattel without straying? 'Tis hard dealing,<br />
+Very hard dealing, Gentlemen, strange dealing:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>Now in the name of madness, what Star raign'd,<br />
+What dog-star, bull, or bear-star, when I married<br />
+This second wife, this whirlwind, that takes all<br />
+Within her compass? was I not well warn'd,<br />
+(I thought I had, and I believe I know it,)<br />
+And beaten to repentance in the dayes<br />
+Of my first doting? had I not wife enough<br />
+To turn my <a name="p50_7" id="p50_7" class="fc">love to</a>? did I want vexation,<br />
+Or any special care to kill my heart?<br />
+Had I not ev'ry morning a rare breakfast,<br />
+Mixt with a learned Lecture of ill language,<br />
+Louder than <i>Tom o'Lincoln</i>; and at dinner,<br />
+A dyet of the same dish? was there evening<br />
+That ere past over us, without thou Knave,<br />
+Or thou Whore for digestion? had I ever<br />
+A pull at this same poor sport men run mad for<br />
+But like a Cur I was fain to shew my teeth first,<br />
+And almost worry her? and did Heaven forgive me,<br />
+And take this Serpent from me? and am I<br />
+Keeping tame Devils now again? my heart akes;<br />
+Something I must do speedily: I'll die,<br />
+If I can hansomely, for that's the way<br />
+To make a Rascal of her; I am sick,<br />
+And I'll go very near it, but I'll perish.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quarta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia, Byancha, Tranio, <i>and</i> Rowland.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Then I must be content, Sir, with my fortune.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And I with mine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I did not think, a look,<br />
+Or a poor word or two, could have displanted<br />
+Such a fix'd constancy, and for your end too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, I know your courses: <a name="p50_31" id="p50_31" class="fc">there's your gew-gaws</a>,<br />
+Your Rings, and Bracelets, and the Purse you gave me,<br />
+The Money's spent in entertaining you<br />
+At Plays, and Cherry-gardens.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; There's your Chain too.<br />
+But if you'll give me leave, I'll wear the hair still;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>I would yet remember you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Give him his love wench;<br />
+The young Man has imployment for't:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Fie <i>Rowland</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; You cannot fie me out a hundred pound<br />
+With this poor plot: yet, let me ne'r see day more,<br />
+If something do not struggle strangely in me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Young Man, let me talk with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Well, young Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; This was your Mistriss once.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Are ye honest?<br />
+I see you are young, and hansome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am honest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Why that's well said: and there's no doubt your judgement<br />
+Is good enough, and strong enough to tell you<br />
+Who are your foes, and friends: Why did you leave her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; She made a puppy of me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Be that granted:<br />
+She must do so sometimes, and oftentimes;<br />
+Love were too serious else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; A witty Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Had you lov'd me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I would I had.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; And dearly;<br />
+And I had lov'd you so: you may love worse Sir,<br />
+But that is not material.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I shall loose.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Some time or other for variety<br />
+I should have call'd you Fool, or Boy, or bid you<br />
+Play with the Pages: but have lov'd you still,<br />
+Out of all question, and extreamly too;<br />
+You are a Man made to be loved.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; This <a name="p51_33" id="p51_33" class="fc">Woman</a><br />
+Either abuses me, or loves me deadly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you one thing, if I were to choose<br />
+A Husband to mine own mind, I should think<br />
+One of your Mothers making would content me,<br />
+For o' my Conscience she makes good ones.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Lady,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>I'll leave you to your commendations:<br />
+I am in again, The Divel take their tongues.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; You shall not goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I will: yet thus far <i>Livia</i>,<br />
+Your Sorrow may induce me to forgive you,<br />
+But never love again; if I stay longer,<br />
+I have lost two hundred pound.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, but thus much&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Turn if thou beest a Man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; But one kiss of you;<br />
+One parting kiss, and I am gone too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Come,<br />
+I shall kiss fifty pound away at this clap:<br />
+We'll have one more, and then farewel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Farewel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Well, go thy wayes, thou bear'st a kind heart with thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; H'as made a stand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; A noble, brave young fellow<br />
+Worthy a Wench indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I will: I will not.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rowland.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; He's gone: but shot agen; play you but your part,<br />
+And I will keep my promise: forty Angels<br />
+In fair gold, Lady: wipe your eyes: he's yours<br />
+If I have any wit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I'll pay the forfeit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Come then, let's see your sister, how she fares now,<br />
+After her skirmish: and be sure, <i>Moroso</i><br />
+Be kept in good hand; then all's perfect, <i>Livia</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quinta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>and</i> Pedro.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; O <i>Jaques</i>, <i>Jaques</i>, What becomes of us?<br />
+Oh my sweet Master.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Run for a Physitian,<br />
+And a whole peck of Pothecaries, <i>Pedro</i>.<br />
+He will die, didle, didle die: if they come not quickly,<br />
+And bring all People that are skilful<br />
+In Lungs and Livers: raise the neighbours,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>And all the <i>Aquavite</i>-bottles extant;<br />
+And, O the Parson, <i>Pedro</i>; O the Parson,<br />
+A little of his comfort, never so little;<br />
+Twenty to one you find him at the Bush,<br />
+There's the best Ale.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I fly.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Pedro.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria, <i>and</i> Servants.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Out with the Trunks, ho:<br />
+Why are you idle? Sirha, up to th' Chamber,<br />
+And take the Hangings down, and see the Linnen<br />
+Packt up, and sent away within this half hour.<br />
+What, Are the Carts come yet? some honest body<br />
+Help down the Chests of Plate, and some the Wardrobe,<br />
+Alass, we are undone else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Pray forsooth;<br />
+And I beseech ye, tell me, is he dead yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No, but is drawing on: out with the Armour.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Then I'll go see him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Thou art undone then Fellow: no Man that has<br />
+Been neer him come near me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophocles, <i>and</i> Petronius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Why how now Lady, What means this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Now daughter, How does my Son?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Save all you can for <a name="p53_23" id="p53_23" class="fc">Heavens</a> sake.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia, Byancha, <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Be of good comfort, Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; O my Casket.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; How do's thy Husband Woman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Get you gon, if you mean to save your lives: the Sickness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Stand further off, I prethee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Is i'th house Sir,<br />
+My Husband has it now;<br />
+Alas he is infected, and raves extreamly:<br />
+Give me some Counsel friends.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Why lock the doors up,<br />
+And send him in a Woman to attend him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I have bespoke two Women; and the City<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>Hath sent a Watch by this time: Meat nor Money<br />
+He shall not want, nor Prayers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; How long is't<br />
+Since it first took him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; But within this three hours.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Watch.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+I am frighted from my wits:&mdash;O here's the Watch;<br />
+Pray doe your Office, lock the doors up Friends,<br />
+And patience be his Angel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; This comes unlook'd for:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I'll to the lodge; some that are kind and love me,<br />
+I know will visit me.      <span class="ralign">[Petruchio <i>within.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Doe you hear my Masters: ho, you that lock the doors up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis his voice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Hold, and let's hear him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Will ye starve me here: am I a Traytor, or an Heretick.<br />
+Or am I grown infectious?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Pray sir, pray.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I am as well as you are, goodman puppy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Pray have patience.<br />
+You shall want nothing Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I want a cudgel,<br />
+And thee, thou wickedness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; He speaks well enough.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; 'Had ever a strong heart Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Will ye hear me?<br />
+First be pleas'd<br />
+To think I know ye all, and can distinguish<br />
+Ev'ry Mans several voice: you that spoke first,<br />
+I know my father in law; the other <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+And I heard <i>Sophocles</i>; the last, pray mark me,<br />
+Is my dam'd Wife <i>Maria</i>:<br />
+If any Man misdoubt me for infected,<br />
+There is mine Arme, let any Man look on't.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Doctor and Pothecary.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Doct.</i> &nbsp; Save ye Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; O welcome Doctor,<br />
+Ye come in happy time; pray your opinion,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>What think you of his pulse?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Doct.</i> &nbsp; It beats with busiest,<br />
+And shews a general inflammation,<br />
+Which is the symptome of a pestilent Feaver,<br />
+Take twenty ounces from him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Take a Fool;<br />
+Take an ounce from mine arme, and Doctor <i>Deuz-ace</i>,<br />
+I'll make a close-stoole of your Velvet Costard.<br />
+&mdash;&mdash; Gentlemen, doe ye make a may-game on me?<br />
+I tell ye once again, I am as sound,<br />
+As well, as wholsome, and as sensible,<br />
+As any of ye all: Let me out quickly,<br />
+Or as I am a Man, I'll beat the walls down,<br />
+And the first thing I light upon shall pay for't.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Doctor and Pothecary.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Nay, we'll go with you Doctor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis the safest;<br />
+I saw the Tokens Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Then there is but one way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Will it please you open?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; His fit grows stronger still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Let's save our selves Sir,<br />
+He's past all worldly cure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Friends do your office.<br />
+And what he wants, if Money, Love, or Labor,<br />
+Or any way may win it, let him have it.<br />
+Farewell, and pray my honest Friends&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why Rascals,<br />
+Friends, Gentlemen, thou beastly Wife, <i>Jaques</i>;<br />
+None hear me? Who at the door there?<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Watch.</i> &nbsp; Think I pray Sir,<br />
+Whether you are going, and prepare your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Watch.</i> &nbsp; These idle thoughts disturb you, the good Gentlewoman<br />
+Your Wife has taken care you shall want nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Shall I come out in quiet? answer me,<br />
+Or shall I charge a Fowling-Piece, and make<br />
+Mine own way; two of ye I cannot miss,<br />
+If I miss three; ye come here to assault me.<br />
+I am as excellent well, I thank Heaven for't,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>And have as good a stomach at this instant&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Watch.</i> &nbsp; That's an ill sign.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Watch.</i> &nbsp; He draws on; he's a dead Man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And sleep as soundly; Will ye look upon me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Watch.</i> &nbsp; Do you want Pen and Ink? while you have sense sir,<br />
+Settle your state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Sirs, I am well, as you are;<br />
+Or any Rascal living.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Watch.</i> &nbsp; Would you were Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Look to your selves, and if you love your lives,<br />
+Open the door, and fly me, for I shoot else;<br />
+&mdash;I'll shoot, and presently, chain-bullets;<br />
+And under four I will not kill.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Watch.</i> &nbsp; Let's quit him,<br />
+It may be it is <a name="p56_14" id="p56_14" class="fc">a</a> trick: he's dangerous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Watch.</i> &nbsp; The Devil take the hinmost, I cry.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Watch running.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio <i>with a Piece.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Have among ye;<br />
+The door shall open too, I'll have a fair shoot;<br />
+Are ye all gone? tricks in my old dayes, crackers<br />
+Put now upon me? and, by Lady <i>Green-sleeves</i>?<br />
+Am I grown so tame after all my triumphs?<br />
+But that I should be thought mad, if I rail'd,<br />
+As much as they deserve, against these Women,<br />
+I would now rip up, from the primitive Cuckold,<br />
+All their arch-villanies, and all their doubles,<br />
+Which are more than a hunted Hare ere thought on:<br />
+When a Man has the fairest, and the sweetest<br />
+Of all their Sex, and as he thinks the noblest,<br />
+What has he then? and I'll speak modestly,<br />
+He has a Quartern-ague, that shall shake<br />
+All his estate to nothing; never cur'd,<br />
+Nor never dying; He'as a ship to venture<br />
+His fame, and credit in, which if he Man not<br />
+With more continual labour than a Gally<br />
+To make her tith, either she grows a Tumbrel,<br />
+Not worth the Cloth she wears; or springs more leakes<br />
+Than all the fame of his posterity<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>Can ever stop again: I could raile twenty dayes;<br />
+Out on 'em, Hedge-hogs,<br />
+He that shall touch 'em, has a thousand thorns<br />
+Runs through his fingers: If I were unmarried,<br />
+I would do any thing below repentance,<br />
+Any base <a name="p57_5" id="p57_5" class="fc">dunghill</a> slavery; be a Hang-man,<br />
+Ere I would be a Husband: O the thousand,<br />
+Thousand, ten thousand wayes they have to kill us!<br />
+Some fall with <a name="p57_8" id="p57_8" class="fc">t[o]o</a> much stringing of the Fiddles,<br />
+And those are fools; some, that they are not suffer'd,<br />
+And those are Maudlin-lovers: some, like Scorpions,<br />
+They poyson with their tails, and those are Martyrs;<br />
+Some dye with doing good, those Benefactors,<br />
+And leave 'em land to leap away: some few,<br />
+For those are rarest, they are said to kill<br />
+With kindness, and fair usage; but what they are<br />
+My Catalogue discovers not: only 'tis thought<br />
+They are buried in old Walls, with their heels upward.<br />
+I could raile twenty dayes together now.<br />
+I'll seek 'em out, and if I have not reason,<br />
+And very sensible, why this was done,<br />
+I'll go a birding yet, and some shall smart for't.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Moroso <i>and</i> Petronius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; That I do love her, is without all question,<br />
+And most extremely, dearly, most exactly;<br />
+And that I would ev'n now, this present Monday,<br />
+Before all others, Maids, Wives, Women, Widows,<br />
+Of what degree or calling, Marry her,<br />
+As certain too; but to be made a Whim-wham,<br />
+A Jib-crack, and a Gentleman o'th first house<br />
+For all my kindness to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; How you take it?<br />
+Thou get a Wench, thou <a name="p57_33" id="p57_33" class="fc">get a dozen</a> night-caps?<br />
+Wouldst have her come, and lick thee like a Calfe,<br />
+And blow thy nose, and buss thee?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Not so neither.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; What wouldst thou have her do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Do as she <a name="p58_1" id="p58_1" class="fc">[sh]ould</a> do;<br />
+Put on a clean Smock, and to Church, and Marry,<br />
+And then to Bed a Gods name, this is fair play,<br />
+And keeps the Kings peace, let her leave her bobs,<br />
+I have had too many of them, and her quillets,<br />
+She is as nimble that way as an <a name="p58_6" id="p58_6" class="fc">Ee[le]</a>;<br />
+But in the way she ought to me especially,<br />
+A sow of Lead is swifter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Quoat your griefs down.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Give fair quarter, I am old and crasie,<br />
+And subject to much fumbling, I confess it;<br />
+Yet something I would have that's warme, to hatch me:<br />
+But understand me I would have it so,<br />
+I buy not more repentance in the bargain<br />
+Than the ware's worth I have; if you allow me<br />
+Worthy your Son-in-Law, and your allowance,<br />
+Do it a way of credit; let me show so,<br />
+And not be troubled in my visitations,<br />
+With blows, and bitterness, and down-right railings,<br />
+As if we were to couple like two Cats,<br />
+With clawing, and loud clamour:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Thou fond Man.<br />
+Hast thou forgot the Ballad, crabbed age,<br />
+Can <i>May</i> and <i>January</i> match together,<br />
+And nev'r a storm between 'em? say she abuse thee,<br />
+Put case she doe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Nay, believe she do's.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I do believe she do's.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; And div'lishly:<br />
+Art thou a whit the worse?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; That's not the matter,<br />
+I know, being old, tis fit I am abus'd;<br />
+I know 'tis hansome, and I know moreover<br />
+I am to love her for't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Now you come to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Nay more than this; I find too, and find certain,<br />
+What Gold I have, Pearle, Bracelets, Rings, or Owches,<br />
+Or what she can desire, Gowns, Petticotes,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>Wastcotes, Embroydered-stockings, Scarffs, Cals, Feathers,<br />
+Hats, five pound Garters, Muffs, Masks, Ruffs, and Ribands,<br />
+I am to give her for't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis right, you are so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; But when I have done all this, and think it duty,<br />
+Is't requisit an other bore my nostrils?<br />
+Riddle me that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; Go get you gone, and dreame<br />
+She's thine within these two dayes, for she is so;<br />
+The Boy's beside the saddle: get warm broths,<br />
+And feed a pace; think not of worldly business,<br />
+It cools the blood; leave off your tricks, they are hateful,<br />
+And meere fore-runners of the ancient measures;<br />
+Contrive your beard o'th top cut like <i>Verdugoes</i>;<br />
+It shows you would be wise, and burn your night-cap,<br />
+It looks like half a winding-sheet, and urges<br />
+From a young Wench nothing but cold repentance:<br />
+You may eate Onyons, so you'l not be lavish.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I am glad of that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; They purge the blood, and quicken,<br />
+But after 'em, conceive me, sweep your mouth,<br />
+And where there wants a tooth, stick in a clove.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Shall I hope once again, say't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petra.</i> &nbsp; You shall Sir:<br />
+And you shall have your hope.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moro.</i> &nbsp; Why there's a match then.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Byancha <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Byan.</i> &nbsp; You shall not find me wanting, get you gone.<br />
+Here's the old Man, he'l think you are plotting else<br />
+Something against his new Son.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Tranio.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Moro.</i> &nbsp; Fare ye well Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Moroso.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Byan. <i>And ev'ry Buck had his Doe,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>And ev'ry Cuckold a Bell at his Toe:</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Oh what sport should we have then, then Boyes then,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Oh what sport should we have then?</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; This is the spirit, that inspires 'em all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Give you good ev'n.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; A word with you Sweet Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I am very hasty, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; So you were ever.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Well, What's your will?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Was not your skilful hand<br />
+In this last stratagem? Were not your mischiefs<br />
+Eeking the matter on?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; In's shutting up?<br />
+Is that it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Doe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; And truly.<br />
+Good old Man, I do grieve exceeding much,<br />
+I fear too much.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I am sorry for your heaviness.<br />
+Belike you can repent then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; There you are wide too.<br />
+Not that the thing was done (conceive me rightly)<br />
+Do's any way molest me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; What then Lady?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; But that I was not in't, there's my sorrow, there<br />
+Now you understand me, for I'll tell you,<br />
+It was so sound a piece, and so well carried,<br />
+And if you mark the way, so hansomely,<br />
+Of such a heighth, and excellence, and art<br />
+I have not known a braver; for conceive me,<br />
+When the gross fool her Husband would be sick&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Pray stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Nay, good, your patience: and no sence for't,<br />
+Then stept your daughter in.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; By your appointment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I would it had, on that condition<br />
+I had but one half smock, I like it so well;<br />
+And like an excellent cunning Woman, cur'd me<br />
+One madness with another, which was rare,<br />
+And to our weak beliefs, a wonder.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Hang ye,<br />
+For surely, if your husband look not to ye,<br />
+I know what will.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I humbly thank your worship.<br />
+And so I take my leave.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; You have a hand I hear too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I have two Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; In my young daughters business.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; You will find there<br />
+A fitter hand than mine, to reach her frets,<br />
+And play down diddle to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I shall watch ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; And I shall have Justice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Where?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; That's all one;<br />
+I shall be with you at a turne hence forward.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Get you a Posset too; and so good ev'n Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, Jaques, <i>and</i> Pedro.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; And as I told your worship, all the hangings,<br />
+Brass, Pewter, Plate, ev'n to the very looking-glasses.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; And that that hung for our defence, the Armor,<br />
+And the March Beere was going too: Oh <i>Jaques</i><br />
+What a sad sight was that!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Even the two Rundlets,<br />
+The two that was our hope, of Muskadel,<br />
+(Better nev'r tongue tript over) <a name="p61_24" id="p61_24" class="fc">those</a> two Cannons,<br />
+To batter brawn withal at <i>Christmass</i>, Sir,<br />
+Ev'n those two lovely Twyns, the Enemy<br />
+Had almost cut off clean.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Goe trim the House up.<br />
+And put the things in order as they were.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Ped. <i>and</i> Jaq.</span><br />
+I shall find time for all this: could I find her<br />
+But constant any way, I had done my business;<br />
+Were she a Whore directly, or a Scold,<br />
+An unthrift, or a Woman made to hate me,<br />
+I had my wish, and knew which way to rayne her:<br />
+But while she shews all these, and all their losses,<br />
+A kind of linsey woolsey, mingled mischief<br />
+Not to be ghest at, and whether true, or borrowed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+Not certain neither, What a hap had I,<br />
+And what a tydie fortune, when my fate<br />
+Flung me upon this Bear-whelp! here she comes,<br />
+Now, if she have a colour, for the fault is<br />
+A cleanly one, upon my Conscience<br />
+I shall forgive her yet, and find a something<br />
+Certain, I Married for: her wit: I'll marke her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Not let his Wife come near him in his sickness?<br />
+Not come to comfort him? she that all Laws<br />
+Of heaven, and Nations have ordain'd his second,<br />
+Is she refus'd? and two old Paradoxes,<br />
+Pieces of five and fifty, without faith<br />
+Clapt in upon him? h'as a little pet,<br />
+That all young Wives must follow necessary,<br />
+Having their Maiden-heads&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; This is an Axiome<br />
+I never heard before.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Or say Rebellion,<br />
+If we durst be so foul, which two fair words<br />
+Alas win us from, in an hour, an instant,<br />
+We are so easie, make him so forgetful<br />
+Both of his reason, honesty, and credit,<br />
+As to deny his Wife a visitation?<br />
+His Wife, that (though she was a little foolish,)<br />
+Lov'd him, Oh Heaven forgive her for't! nay doted,<br />
+Nay had run mad, had she not married him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Though I do know this falser than the Devil,<br />
+I cannot choose but love it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What do I know<br />
+But those that came to keep him, might have kill'd him,<br />
+In what a case had I been then? I dare not<br />
+Believe him such a base, debosh'd companion,<br />
+That one refusal of a tender <a name="p62_34" id="p62_34" class="fc">Maid</a><br />
+Would make him faign this Sickness out of need,<br />
+And take a Keeper to him of Fourscore<br />
+To play at <i>Billiards</i>; one that mew'd content<br />
+And all her teeth together; not come near him?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; This Woman would have made a most rare Jesuite,<br />
+She can prevaricate on any thing:<br />
+There was not to be thought a way to save her<br />
+In all imagination, beside this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; His unkind dealing, which was worst of all,<br />
+In sending, who knowes whether, all the plate,<br />
+And all the houshold-stuffe, had I not crost it,<br />
+By a great providence, and my friends assistance<br />
+Which he will thank me one day for: alas,<br />
+I could have watch'd as well as they, have serv'd him<br />
+In any use, better, and willinger.<br />
+The Law commands me to do it, love commands me,<br />
+And my own duty charges me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Heav'n bless me.<br />
+And now I have said my Prayers, I'll go to her:<br />
+Are you a Wife for any Man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; For you Sir.<br />
+If I were worse, I were better; That you are well,<br />
+At least, that you appear so, I thank Heaven,<br />
+Long may it hold, and that you are here, I am glad too;<br />
+But that you have abus'd me wretchedly,<br />
+And such a way that shames the name of Husband,<br />
+Such a malicious mangy way, so mingled,<br />
+(Never look strangely on me, I dare tell you)<br />
+With breach of honesty, care, kindness, manners.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Holla, you kick too fast.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Was I a stranger?<br />
+Or had I vow'd perdition to your person?<br />
+Am I not Married to you, tell me that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I would I could not tell you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Is my presence,<br />
+The stock I come of, which is worshipful,<br />
+If I should say Right worshipful, I ly'd not,<br />
+My Grandsire was a Knight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; O'the Shire?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A Soldier,<br />
+Which none of all thy Family e're heard of,<br />
+But one conductor of thy name, a Grasier<br />
+That ran away with pay: or am I grown<br />
+<a name="p62_39" id="p62_39" class="fc">(</a>Because I have been a little peevish to you,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>Onely to try your temper) such a <a name="p62_40" id="p62_40" class="fc">dogge-leech</a><br />
+I could not be admitted to your presence?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; If I endure this, hang me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And two deaths heads,<br />
+Two <i>Harry</i> Groats, that had their faces worn,<br />
+Almost their names away too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Now hear me.<br />
+For I will stay no longer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; This you shall:<br />
+How ever you shall think to flatter me,<br />
+For this offence, which no submission<br />
+Can ever mediate for, you'l find it so,<br />
+What ever you shall do by intercession,<br />
+What you can offer, what your Land can purchase,<br />
+What all your friends, or families can win,<br />
+Shall be but this, not to forswear your knowledge,<br />
+But ever to forbear it: now your will Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Thou art the subtlest Woman I think living,<br />
+I am sure the lewdest; now be still, and mark me;<br />
+Were I but any way addicted to the Devil,<br />
+I should now think I had met a play-fellow<br />
+To profit by, and that way the most learned<br />
+That ever taught to murmur. Tell me thou,<br />
+Thou most poor, paltry spiteful Whore: Do you cry?<br />
+I'll make you roare, before I leave.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Your pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Was it not sin enough, thou Fruiterer,<br />
+Full of the fall thou eat'st: thou Devils Broker,<br />
+Thou Seminary of all sedition,<br />
+Thou Sword of veng'ance, with a thred hung o're us,<br />
+Was it not sin enough, and wickedness<br />
+In full abundance? Was it not vexation<br />
+At all points, <i>cap a pe</i>? nay, I shall pinch you,<br />
+Thus like a rotten Rascal to abuse<br />
+The name of Heaven, the tye of Marriage,<br />
+The honour of thy Friends; the expectation<br />
+Of all that thought thee virtuous, with Rebellion,<br />
+Childish and base Rebellion, but continuing<br />
+After forgiveness too, and worse, your mischief,<br />
+And against him, setting the hope of Heaven by,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>And the dear reservation of his honor<br />
+Nothing above ground could have won to hate thee:<br />
+Well, goe thy wayes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You shall hear me out first:<br />
+What punishment may'st thou deserve, thou thing,<br />
+Thou Idle thing of nothing, thou pull'd Primrose,<br />
+That two hours after, art a Weed, and wither'd,<br />
+For this last flourish on me? am I one<br />
+Selected out of all the Husbands living,<br />
+To be so ridden by a Tit of ten pence,<br />
+Am I so blind and Bed-rid? I was mad,<br />
+And had the Plague, and no Man must come near me,<br />
+I must be shut up, and my substance bezel'd,<br />
+And an old Woman watch me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Well Sir, well,<br />
+You may well glory in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And when it comes to opening, 'tis my plot,<br />
+I must undoe my self forsooth: do'st hear me?<br />
+If I should beat thee now, as much may be,<br />
+Do'st thou not well deserve it, o' thy Conscience,<br />
+Do'st thou not cry, come beat me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I defie you.<br />
+And my last loving tears farewell: the first stroke,<br />
+The very first you give me, if you dare strike,<br />
+Try me, and you shall find it so, for ever,<br />
+Never to be recall'd: I know you love me,<br />
+Mad till you have enjoy'd me; I do turne<br />
+Utterly from you, and what Man I meet first<br />
+That has but spirit to deserve a favour,<br />
+Let him bear any shape, the worse the better.<br />
+Shall kill you, and enjoy me; what I have said<br />
+About your foolish sickness, e're you have me<br />
+As you would have me, you shall swear, is certain,<br />
+And challenge any Man, that dares deny it;<br />
+And in all companies approve my actions,<br />
+And so farewell for this time.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Mar.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Grief goe with thee,<br />
+If there be any witchcrafts, herbes, or potions,<br />
+Saying my Prayers backward, Fiends, or Fayries<br />
+That can again unlove me, I am made.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Secunda.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Byancha, <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Mistress, you must do it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Are the Writings ready I told you of?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Yes they are ready, but to what use I know not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Y'are an Ass, you must have all things constru'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and pierc'd too,<br />
+Or I find little pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Now you are knavish,<br />
+Goe too, fetch <i>Rowland</i> hither presently,<br />
+Your Twenty <a name="p66_11" id="p66_11" class="fc">[pound]</a> lies bleeding else: she is married<br />
+Within these twelve hours, if we cross it not,<br />
+And see the Papers of one size.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I have ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; And for disposing of 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; If I fail you<br />
+Now I have found the way, use Marshal Law<br />
+And cut my head off with a hand Saw:<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Well Sir.<br />
+<i>Petronius</i> &nbsp; and <i>Moroso</i> I'll see sent for,<br />
+About your business; goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I am gone.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Tra.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Ho <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Who's that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; A friend of yours, Lord how you look now,<br />
+As if you had lost a Carrack.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; O <i>Byancha</i>.<br />
+I am the most undone, unhappy Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Be quiet Wench, thou shalt be done, and done,<br />
+And done, and double done, or all shall split for't,<br />
+No more of these minc'd passions, they are mangy,<br />
+And ease thee of nothing, but a little Wind,<br />
+An Apple will do more: thou fear'st <i>Moroso</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Even as I fear the Gallowes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Keep thee there still.<br />
+And you love <i>Rowland</i>? say.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; If I say not,<br />
+I am sure I lye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; What wouldst thou give that Woman,<br />
+In spight of all his anger, and thy fear,<br />
+And all thy Fathers policy, that could<br />
+Clap ye within these two nights quietly<br />
+Into a Bed together?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Why fairly,<br />
+At half sword man and wife: now the red blood comes,<br />
+I marry now the matters chang'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; <i>Byancha</i>,<br />
+Methinks you should not mock me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Mock a pudding.<br />
+I speak good honest <i>English</i>, and good meaning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I should not be ungrateful to that Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; I know thou would'st not, follow but my Councel,<br />
+And if thou hast him not, despite of fortune<br />
+Let me nev'r know a good night more; you must<br />
+Be very sick o'th instant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Well, what follows?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; And in that sickness send for all your friends,<br />
+Your Father, and your feaver old <i>Moroso</i>,<br />
+And <i>Rowland</i> shall be there too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; What of these?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Do you not twitter yet? of this shall follow<br />
+That which shall make thy heart leap, and thy lips<br />
+Venture as many kisses, as the Merchants<br />
+Doe Dollars to the <i>East-Indies</i>: you shall know all,<br />
+But first walke in, and practise, pray be sick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; I do believe you: and I am sick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Doe,<br />
+To bed then, come, I'll send away your Servants<br />
+Post for your Fool, and Father; and good fortune,<br />
+As we meane honesty, now strike an up-shot.      <span class="ralign">[<a name="p67_34" id="p67_34" class="fc"><i>Ex</i>[<i>e</i>]<i>unt.</i></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Tertia.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Tranio, <i>and</i> Rowland.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Nay, on my conscience, I have lost my Money,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>But that's all one: I'll never more perswade you,<br />
+I see you are resolute, and I commend you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; But did she send for me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You dare believe me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I cannot tell, you have your wayes for profit<br />
+Allow'd you <i>Tranio</i>, as well as I<br />
+Have to avoid 'em <a name="p68_6" id="p68_6" class="fc">[feare]</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No, on my word, Sir,<br />
+I deale directly with you.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; How now fellow,<br />
+Whither Post you so fast?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; O sir my Master,<br />
+Pray did you see my Master?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Why your Master?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sir his Jewel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; With the gilded Button?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; My pretty Mistress <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What of her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Is falen sick o'th suddain.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; How o'th sullens?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; O'th suddain Sir, I say, very sick:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; It seems she hath got the toothach with raw Apples.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; It seemes you have got the headach, fare you well Sir.<br />
+You did not see my Master?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Who told you so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; No, no, he did not see him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Farewell Blew-bottle.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Servant.</i></span><br />
+What should her sickness be?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; For you it may be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes, when my braines are out, I may believe it,<br />
+Never before I am sure: Yet I may see her;<br />
+'Twill be a point of honesty:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; It will so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; It may be not too: you would fain be fing'ring<br />
+This old sin-offring of two hundred, <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+How daintily, and cunningly you drive me<br />
+Up like a Deer to'th toyle, yet I may leap it,<br />
+And what's the Woodman then?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; A loser by you.<br />
+Speak, Will you go or not? to me 'tis equal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Come, What goes less?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Nay, not a penny <i>Rowland</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Shall I have liberty of conscience,<br />
+Which, by interpretation, is ten kisses?<br />
+Hang me if I affect: her: yet it may be,<br />
+This whorson manners will require a strugling,<br />
+Of two and twenty, or by'r-Lady thirty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; By'r-Lady I'll require my wager then,<br />
+For if you kiss so often, and no kindness,<br />
+I have lost my speculation, I'll allow you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Speak like a Gamster now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; It may be two.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Under a dozen <i>Tranio</i>, there's no setting,<br />
+You shall have forty shillings, winck at small faults.<br />
+Say I take twenty, come, by all that's honest<br />
+I do it but to vex her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I'll no <a name="p69_18" id="p69_18" class="fc">by-blowes</a>.<br />
+If you can love her, doe, if you <a name="p69_19" id="p69_19" class="fc">can, hate</a> her,<br />
+Or any else that loves you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Prethee <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Why farewell twenty pound, 'twill not undoe me;<br />
+You have my resolution.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And your Money,<br />
+Which since you are so stubborn, if I forfeit,<br />
+Make me a <i>Jack o' Lent</i>, and break <a name="p69_26" id="p69_26" class="fc">my</a> shins<br />
+For untag'd Points and Compters: I'll goe with you,<br />
+But if thou gett'st a penny by the bargain;<br />
+A parting kiss is lawful?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I allow it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Knock out my brains with Apples; yet a bargain:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I tell you, I'll no bargains; win, and wear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Thou art the strangest fellow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; That's all one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Along then, twenty pound more if thou dar'st,<br />
+I give her not a good word.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Not a Penny.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quarta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, Jaques, <i>and</i> Pedro.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Prethee, entreat her come, I will not trouble her<br />
+Above a word or two; ere I endure      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Pedro.</span><br />
+This life and with a Woman, and a vow'd one<br />
+To all the mischiefs she can lay upon me,<br />
+I'll go to Plough <a name="p70_7" id="p70_7" class="fc">[again]</a>, and eate Leeke Porridge;<br />
+Begging's a pleasure to't, not to be number'd:<br />
+No there be other Countries <i>Jaques</i> for me and other people, yea, and other women.<br />
+If I have need here's Money, there's your ware,<br />
+Which is faire dealing, and the Sun, they say,<br />
+Shines as warme there, as here, and till I have lost<br />
+Either my self, or her, I care not whether<br />
+Nor which first.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Will your worship hear me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And utterly outworne the memory<br />
+Of such a curse as this, none of my Nation<br />
+Shall ever know me more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Out alas Sir.<br />
+What a strange way doe you run!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Any way,<br />
+So I out-run this Rascal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Me thinks now,<br />
+If your good worship could but have the patience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; The patience, why the patience?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Why I'll tell you,<br />
+Could you but have the patience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Well the patience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; To laugh at all she do's, or when she railes,<br />
+To have a Drum beaten o'th top o'th house,<br />
+To give the neighbors warning of her Larme,<br />
+As I do when my Wife rebels.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Thy Wife?<br />
+Thy Wife's a Pigeon to her, a meere slumber,<br />
+The dead of night's not stiller.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Nor an Iron Mill.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; But thy Wife is certain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; That's false Doctrine,<br />
+You never read of a certain Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Thou know'st her way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I should doe, I am sure.<br />
+I have ridden it night, and day, this twenty year.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; But mine is such a drench of Balderdash,<br />
+Such a strange carded cunningness, the Rayne-bow<br />
+When she hangs bent in Heaven, sheds not her colours<br />
+Quicker, and more, than this deceitful <a name="p71_8" id="p71_8" class="fc">Woman</a><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ped.</p>
+
+<p>
+Weaves in her dye's of wickedness: what sayes she?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Nay not a word sir, but she pointed to me,<br />
+As though she meant to follow; pray sir bear it<br />
+Ev'n as you may, I need not teach your worship,<br />
+The best men have their crosses, we are all mortal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What ailes the fellow?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; And no doubt she may Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What may she, or what do's she, or what is she?<br />
+Speak and be hang'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; She's mad Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Heaven continue it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Amen if't be his pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; How mad is she?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; As mad as heart can wish Sir: she has drest her self<br />
+(Saving your worships reverence) just i'th<a name="p71_24" id="p71_24" class="fc">' cut</a><br />
+Of one of those that multiply i'th Suburbs<br />
+For single Money, and as durtily:<br />
+If any speak to her, first she whistles,<br />
+And then begins her compass with her fingers,<br />
+And points to what she would have.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What new way's this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; There came in Master <i>Sophocles</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; And what<br />
+Did Master <i>Sophocles</i> when he came in?<br />
+Get my Truncks ready, sirha, I'll be gone straight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; He's here to tell you<br />
+She's horne mad <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Call ye this a Woman?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Yes sir, she is a Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I doubt it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I had thought you had made experience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I did so.<br />
+And almost with my life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You rid too fast, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Pray be not mistaken: by this hand<br />
+Your wife's as chaste, and honest as a Virgin,<br />
+For any thing I know: 'tis true she gave me<br />
+A Ring.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; For rutting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; You are much deceiv'd still,<br />
+Believe me, I never kist her since, and now<br />
+Coming in visitation, like a friend,<br />
+I think she is mad, Sir, suddainly she started,<br />
+And snatch'd the Ring away, and drew her knife out,<br />
+To what intent I know not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Is this certain?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; As I am here, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I believe you honest.<br />
+And pray continue so.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; She comes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Now Damsel,<br />
+What will your beauty do if I forsake you?<br />
+Do you deal by <a name="p72_26" id="p72_26" class="fc">signs,</a> and tokens? as I ghess then,<br />
+You'll walk abroad, this Summer, and catch Captains,<br />
+Or hire a piece of holy ground i' th' Suburbs,<br />
+And keep a Nest of Nuns?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Oh do not stir her!<br />
+You see in what a case she is?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; She is dogged,<br />
+And in a beastly case I am sure: I'll make her,<br />
+If she have any tongue, yet tattle. <i>Sophocles</i>,<br />
+Prethee observe this woman seriously,<br />
+And eye her well, and when thou hast done, but tell me<br />
+(For thou hast understanding) in what case<br />
+My sense was, when I chose this thing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you<br />
+I have seen a sweeter&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; An hundred times cry Oisters.<br />
+There's a poor Begger-wench about <i>Black-Fryers</i><br />
+Runs on her breech, may be an Empress to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Nay, now you are too bitter.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p73_6" id="p73_6" class="fc"><i>Petr</i>[<i>u</i>].</a> &nbsp; Nev'r a whit Sir:<br />
+I'll tell thee woman; for now I have day to see thee,<br />
+And all my wits about me, and I speak<br />
+Not out of passion neither (leave your mumping)<br />
+I know you're well enough: Now would I give<br />
+A million but to vex her: when I chose thee<br />
+To make a Bedfellow, I took more trouble,<br />
+Than twenty Terms can come to, such a cause,<br />
+Of such a title, and so everlasting<br />
+That <i>Adams</i> Genealogie may be ended<br />
+E'r any Law find thee: I took a Leprosie,<br />
+Nay worse, the plague, nay worse yet, a possession<br />
+And had the devil with thee, if not more:<br />
+And yet worse, was a beast, and like a beast<br />
+Had my reward, a Jade to fling my fortunes;<br />
+For who that had but reason to distinguish<br />
+The light from darkness, wine from water, hunger<br />
+From full satiety, and Fox from Fern-bush<br />
+That would have married thee?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; She is not so ill.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; She's worse than I dare think of: she's so lewd;<br />
+No Court is strong enough to bear her cause,<br />
+She hath neither manners, honesty, behaviour,<br />
+Wife-hood, nor woman-hood, nor any <a name="p73_29" id="p73_29" class="fc">mortal</a><br />
+Can force me think she had a mother: no<br />
+I do believe her stedfastly, and know her<br />
+To be a Woman-wolfe by transmigration,<br />
+Her first forme was a Ferrets under-ground,<br />
+She kils the memories of men: not yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Do you think she's sensible of this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I care not,<br />
+Be what she will: the pleasure I take in her,<br />
+Thus I blow off; the care I took to love her,<br />
+Like this point, I untie, and thus I loose it;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>The husband I am to her, thus I sever;<br />
+My vanity farewel: yet, for you have been<br />
+So near me, as to bear the name of wife,<br />
+My unquench'd charity shall tell you thus much,<br />
+(Though you deserve it well) you shall not beg,<br />
+What I ordain'd your Joynture, honestly<br />
+You shall have setled on you: and half my house,<br />
+The other half shall be imploy'd in prayers,<br />
+(That meritorious charge I'll be at also<br />
+Yet to confirm you <i>Christian</i>) your apparel,<br />
+And what belongs to build up such a folly,<br />
+Keep I beseech you, it infects our uses,<br />
+And now I am for travel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now I love you,<br />
+And now I see you are a man, I'll talke to you,<br />
+And I forget your bitterness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; How now man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Pliny</i>, if thou wilt be ever famous<br />
+Make but this woman all thy wonders.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Sure Sir<br />
+You have hit upon a happy course, a blessed,<br />
+And what will make you virtuous?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; She'll ship me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; A way of understanding I long wish'd for,<br />
+And now 'tis come, take heed you fly not back Sir,<br />
+Methinks you look a new man to me now,<br />
+A man of excellence, and now I see<br />
+Some great design set in you: you may think now<br />
+(And so may most that know me) 'twere my part<br />
+Weakly to weep your loss, and to resist you,<br />
+Nay, hang about your neck, and like a dotard<br />
+Urge my strong tie upon you: but I love you,<br />
+And all the world shall know it, beyond woman;<br />
+And more prefer the honor of your Countrey,<br />
+Which chiefly you are born for, and may perfect,<br />
+The uses you may make of other Nations,<br />
+The ripening of your knowledge, conversation,<br />
+The full ability, and strength of judgement.<br />
+Than any private love, or wanton kisses.<br />
+Go worthy man, and bring home understanding.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; This were an excellent woman to breed School-men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; For if the Merchant through unknown Seas plough<br />
+To get his wealth, then dear Sir, what must you<br />
+To gather wisdom? go, and go alone,<br />
+Only your noble mind for your companion,<br />
+And if a woman may win credit with you,<br />
+Go far, too far you cannot: still the farther<br />
+The more experience finds you: and go sparing,<br />
+One meal a week will serve you, and one sute,<br />
+Through all your travels: for you'll find it certain,<br />
+The poorer and the baser you appear,<br />
+The more you look through still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Dost hear her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What would this woman do if she were suffer'd,<br />
+Upon a <a name="p75_15" id="p75_15" class="fc">new Religion</a>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Make <a name="p75_16" id="p75_16" class="fc">us Pagans</a>,<br />
+I wonder that she writes not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Then when time,<br />
+And fulness of occasion have new made you,<br />
+And squar'd you from a Sot into a Signior,<br />
+Or nearer, from a Jade into a Courser;<br />
+Come home an aged man, as did <i>Ulysses</i>,<br />
+And I your glad <i>Penelope</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; That must have<br />
+As many Lovers as I Languages.<br />
+And what she does with one i'th' day, i'th' night<br />
+Undoe it with another.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Much that way, Sir;<br />
+For in your absence it must be my honor,<br />
+That, that must make me spoken of hereafter,<br />
+To have temptations, and not little ones<br />
+Daily and hourly offered me, and strongly,<br />
+Almost believed against me, to set off<br />
+The faith, and loyalty of her that loves you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; What should I do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Why by my &mdash;&mdash; I would travel,<br />
+Did not you mean so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petr.</i> &nbsp; Alas no, nothing less man:<br />
+I did it but to try, Sir, she's the Devil,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>And now I find it, for she drives me; I must go:<br />
+Are my trunks down there, and my horses ready?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Sir, for your house, and if you please to trust me<br />
+With that you leave behind.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Bring down the money.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; As I am able, and to my poor fortunes,<br />
+I'll govern as a widow: I shall long<br />
+To hear of your well-doing, and your profit:<br />
+And when I hear not from you once a quarter,<br />
+I'll wish you in the <i>Indies,</i> or <a name="p76_9" id="p76_9" class="fc"><i>Cata</i>[<i>ya</i>]</a>,<br />
+Those are the climes must make you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; How's the wind?<br />
+She'll wish me out o'th' world anon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; For <i>France</i>.<br />
+'Tis very fair; get you aboard to night, Sir,<br />
+And loose no time, you know the tide staies no man,<br />
+I have cold meats ready for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Fare thee well,<br />
+Thou hast fool'd me out o' th' Kingdom with a vengeance,<br />
+And thou canst fool me in again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Not I Sir,<br />
+I love you better, take your time, and pleasure.<br />
+I'll see you hors'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I think thou wouldst see me hanged too,<br />
+Were I but half as willing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Any thing<br />
+That you think well of, I dare look upon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You'll bear me to the Lands end, <i>Sophocles</i>,<br />
+And other of my friends I hope.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Nev'r doubt, Sir,<br />
+You cannot want companions for your good:<br />
+I am sure you'll kiss me e'r I go; I have business,<br />
+And stay long here I must not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Get thee going.<br />
+For if thou tarriest but another Dialogue<br />
+I'll kick thee to thy Chamber.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Fare you well, Sir,<br />
+And bear your self, I do beseech you, once more,<br />
+Since you have undertaken doing wisely,<br />
+Manly, and worthily, 'tis for my credit,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>And for those flying fames here of your follies,<br />
+Your gambols, and ill breeding of your youth,<br />
+For which I understand you take this travel,<br />
+Nothing should make me leave you else, I'll deal<br />
+So like a wife that loves your reputation,<br />
+And the most large addition of your credit,<br />
+That those shall die: if you want Limon-waters,<br />
+Or any thing to take the edge o' th' Sea off,<br />
+Pray speak, and be provided.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Now the Devil,<br />
+That was your first good Master, showre his blessing<br />
+Upon ye all: Into whose custody&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I do commit your Reformation,<br />
+And so I leave you to your <i>Stilo novo</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Maria.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I will go: yet I will not: once more <i>Sophocles</i><br />
+I'll put her to the test.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; You had better go.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; I will go then: let's seek my Father out,<br />
+And all my friends, to see me fair aboard:<br />
+Then women, if there be a storm at Sea,<br />
+Worse than your tongues can make, and waves more broken,<br />
+Than your dissembling faiths are, let me feel<br />
+Nothing but tempests, till they crack my Keel.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, <i>and</i> Byancha, <i>with four papers</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Now whether I deserve that blame you gave me,<br />
+Let all the world discern, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; If this motion,<br />
+(I mean this fair repentance of my Daughter)<br />
+Spring from your good perswasion, as it seems so,<br />
+I must confess I have spoke too boldly of you,<br />
+And I repent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; The first touch was her own,<br />
+Taken no doubt from disobeying you,<br />
+The second I put to her, when I told her<br />
+How good, and gentle yet, with free contrition<br />
+Again you might be purchas'd: loving woman,<br />
+She heard me, and I thank her, thought me worthy<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>Observing in this point: yet all my counsel,<br />
+And comfort in this case, could not so heal her<br />
+But that grief got his share too, and she sick'ned.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I am sorry she's so ill, yet glad her sickness<br />
+<a name="p78_4" id="p78_4" class="fc">Has</a> got so good a ground.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Moroso.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Here comes <i>Moroso</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Oh, you are very welcome,<br />
+Now you shall know your happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; I am glad on't.<br />
+What makes this Lady here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; A dish for you, Sir<br />
+You'll thank me for hereafter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; True <i>Moroso</i>,<br />
+Go get you in, and see your Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; She is sick, Sir,<br />
+But you may kiss her whole.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; How.<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; Comfort her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Why am I sent for, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Will you in, and see?<br />
+<br />
+<i>By.</i> &nbsp; May be she needs confession.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; By <i>St. Mary</i>,<br />
+She shall have absolution then, and pennance,<br />
+But not above her carriage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Get you in fool.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Mor.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Here comes the other too.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+Good ev'n to you too, and you are welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Thank you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I have a certain Daughter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Would you had, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; No doubt you know her well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Nor never shall, Sir.<br />
+She is a woman, and the waies unto her<br />
+Are like the finding of a certain path<br />
+After a deep fall'n Snow.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Well, that's by th' by still.<br />
+This Daughter that I tell you of, is fall'n<br />
+A little crop sick, with the dangerous surfeit<br />
+She took of your affection.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Mine Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir.<br />
+Or rather, as it seems, repenting.<br />
+And there she lies within, debating on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Well Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; I think 'twere well you would see her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; If you please, Sir;<br />
+I am not squeamish of my visitation.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; But, this I'll tell you, she is alter'd much,<br />
+You'll find her now another <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I have enough o' th' old, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; No more fool,<br />
+To look gay babies in your eyes young <i>Rowland</i>,<br />
+And hang about your pretty neck.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am glad on't,<br />
+And thank my Fates I have scap'd such execution.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; And buss you till you blush again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; That's hard, Sir;<br />
+She must kiss shamefully e're I blush at it,<br />
+I never was so boyish; well, what follows?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; She's mine now, as I please to settle her<br />
+At my command, and where I please to plant her:<br />
+Only she would take a kind of farewel of you,<br />
+And give you back a wandring vow or two,<br />
+You left in pawn; and two or three slight oaths<br />
+She lent you too, she looks for.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; She shall have 'em<br />
+With all my heart, Sir, and if you like it better,<br />
+A free release in writing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; That's the matter,<br />
+And you from her<a name="p79_34" id="p79_34" class="fc">, [you]</a> shall have another <i>Rowland</i>,<br />
+And then turn tail to tail, and peace be with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; So be it: Your twenty pound sweats <i>Tranio</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; 'Twill not undoe me <i>Rowland</i>, do your worst.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Come, shall we see her, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; What e'er she saies<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>You must bear manly <i>Rowland</i>, for her sickness<br />
+Has made her somewhat <a name="p80_1" id="p80_1" class="fc">[teatish.]</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Let her talk<br />
+Till her tongue ake, I care not: by this hand<br />
+Thou hast a handsome face wench, and a body<br />
+Daintily mounted; now do I feel an hundred<br />
+Running directly from me, as I pist it.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia <i>discovered abed</i>, <i>and</i> Moroso <i>by her</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Pray draw 'em softly, the least hurry, Sir,<br />
+Puts her to much impatience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; How is't daughter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Oh very sick, very sick, yet somewhat<br />
+Better I hope; a little lightsomer,<br />
+Because this good man has forgiven me;<br />
+Pray set me higher; oh my head:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Well done wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Father, and all good people that shall hear me,<br />
+I have abus'd this man perniciously; was never old man humbled so;<br />
+I have scorn'd him, and call'd him nasty names,<br />
+I have spit at him,<br />
+Flung Candles ends in's beard, and call'd him harrow,<br />
+That must be drawn to all he does: contemn'd him,<br />
+For methought then, he was a beastly fellow.<br />
+(Oh <a name="p80_23" id="p80_23" class="fc">[God]</a> my side) a very beastly fellow:<br />
+And gave it out, his Cassock was a Barge-cloth,<br />
+Pawn'd to his predecessor by a Sculler,<br />
+The man yet living: I gave him purging comfits<br />
+At a great Christning once,<br />
+That spoil'd his Chamblet breeches; and one night<br />
+I strew'd the stairs with pease, as he past down;<br />
+And the good Gentleman (woe worth me for't)<br />
+Ev'n with this reverend head, this head of wisdom,<br />
+Told two and twenty stairs, good and true;<br />
+Mist not a step, and as we say, <i>verbatim</i><br />
+Fell to the bottom, broke his casting Bottle,<br />
+Lost a fair Toad-stone, of some eighteen shillings,<br />
+Jumbled his Joynts together, had two stools,<br />
+And was translated. All this villany<br />
+Did I: I <i>Livia</i>, I alone, untaught.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; And I unask'd, forgive it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Where's <i>Byancha</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Here Cosin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Give me drink.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; There.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Who's that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; <i>Rowland.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Oh my dissembler, you and I must part.<br />
+Come nearer, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I am sorry for your sickness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Be sorry for your self, Sir, you have wrong'd me,<br />
+But I forgive you; are the Papers ready?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; I have 'em here: wilt please you view 'em?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Shew 'em the young man too, I know he's willing<br />
+To shift his sails too: 'tis for his more advancement;<br />
+Alas, we might have begger'd one another;<br />
+We are young both, and a world of children<br />
+Might have been left behind to curse our follies:<br />
+We had been undone <i>Byancha</i>, had we married,<br />
+Undone for ever, I confess I lov'd him,<br />
+I care not who shall know it, most intirely;<br />
+And once, upon my conscience, he lov'd me;<br />
+But farewel that, we must be wiser, cosin,<br />
+Love must not leave us to the world: have you done?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and am ready to subscribe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Pray stay then:<br />
+Give me the papers, and let me peruse 'em,<br />
+And so much time, as may afford a tear<br />
+At our last parting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Pray retire, and leave her,<br />
+I'll call ye presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Come Gentlemen, the showre must fall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Would I had never seen her.      <span class="ralign">[<a name="p81_33" id="p81_33" class="fc"><i>Exeunt.</i></a></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Thou hast done bravely wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Pray Heaven it prove so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; There are the other papers: when they come<br />
+Begin you first, and let the rest subscribe<br />
+Hard by your side; give 'em as little light<br />
+As Drapers do their Wares.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Didst mark <i>Moroso</i>,<br />
+In what an agony he was, and how he cry'd most<br />
+When I abus'd him most?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; That was but reason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Oh what a stinking thief is this?<br />
+Though I was but to counterfeit, he made me<br />
+Directly sick indeed. <i>Thames-street</i> to him<br />
+Is a meer Pomander.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Let him be hang'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; <i>Amen.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; And lie you still;<br />
+And once more to your business.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Call 'em in.<br />
+Now if there be a power that pities Lovers,<br />
+Help now, and hear my prayers.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, Rowland, Tranio, Moroso.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Is she ready?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; She has done her lamentations: pray go to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; <i>Rowland</i>, come near me, and before you seal,<br />
+Give me your hand: take it again; now kiss me.<br />
+This is the last acquaintance we must have;<br />
+I wish you ever happy: there's the paper.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Pray stay a little.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Let me never live more<br />
+But I do begin to pity this young fellow;<br />
+How heartily he weeps!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; There's Pen and Ink, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Ev'n here I pray you. 'Tis a little <i>Emblem</i><br />
+How near you have been to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; There.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Your hands too,<br />
+As witnesses.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; By any means<br />
+To th' Book son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; You must deliver it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; There <i>Livia</i>, and a better love light on thee,<br />
+I can no more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; To this you must be witness too.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; We will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Do you deliver it now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Pray set me up;<br />
+There <i>Rowland</i>, all thy old love back: and may<br />
+A new to <a name="p83_4" id="p83_4" class="fc">come exceed</a> mine, and be happy.<br />
+I must no more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Farewel:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; A long farewel.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Row.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Leave her by any means, till this wild passion<br />
+Be off her head: draw all the Curtains close,<br />
+A day hence you may see her, 'twill be better,<br />
+She is now for little company.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Pray tend her.<br />
+I must to horse straight, you must needs along too,<br />
+To see my son aboard: were but his wife<br />
+As fit for pity, as this wench, I were happy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Time must do that too: fare ye well: to morrow<br />
+You shall receive a wife to quit your sorrow.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Secunda.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques, Pedro, <i>and Porters, with Chest and Hampers</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Bring 'em away Sirs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Must the great Trunks go too?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and the Hampers; nay, be speedy Masters;<br />
+He'll be at Sea before us else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+What a most blessed turn hast thou!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I hope so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; To have the Sea between thee and this woman,<br />
+Nothing can drown her tongue but a storm.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; By your leave,<br />
+We'll get us up to <i>Paris</i> with all speed;<br />
+For on my soul, as far as <i>Amiens</i><br />
+She'll carry blank, away to <i>Lyon-key</i><br />
+And ship 'em presently, we'll follow ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Now could I wish her in that Trunk:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; God shield man,<br />
+I had rather have a Bear in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i>Yes, I'll tell ye:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>For in the passage, if a Tempest take ye,<br />
+As many doe, and you lie beating for it,<br />
+Then, if it pleas'd the fates, I would have the Master,<br />
+Out of a powerful providence, to cry,<br />
+Lighten the ship of all hands, or we perish;<br />
+Then this for one, as best spar'd, should by all means,<br />
+Over-board presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; O' that condition,<br />
+So we were certain to be rid of her,<br />
+I would wish her with us, but believe me <i>Pedro</i>,<br />
+She would spoil the fishing on this coast for ever.<br />
+For none would keep her company but Dog-fish,<br />
+As currish as her self; or Porpisces,<br />
+Made to all fatal uses: The two Fish-streets<br />
+Were she but once arriv'd amongst the Whitings,<br />
+Would sing a woful <i>misereri Pedro</i>,<br />
+And mourn in Poor <i>John</i>, till her memory<br />
+Were cast o' shore agen, with a strong Sea-breach:<br />
+She would make god <i>Neptune</i>, and his Fire-fork,<br />
+And all his demi-gods, and goddesses,<br />
+As weary of the <i>Flemmish Channel</i>, <i>Pedro</i>,<br />
+As ever boy was of the School, 'tis certain,<br />
+If she but meet him fair, and were well angred,<br />
+She would break his god-head.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Oh her tongue, her tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Rather her many tongues.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Or rather strange tongues.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Her lying tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Her lisping tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Her long tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Her lawless tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Her loud tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; And her liquorish&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Many other tongues, and many stranger tongues<br />
+Than ever <i>Babel</i> had to tell his ruines,<br />
+Were Women rais'd withal; but never a true one.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Home with your stuff agen, the journey's ended.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; What does your worship mean?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Your Master, Oh <i>Petruchio</i>, oh poor fellows.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Jaques, Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Oh your Master's dead,<br />
+His body coming back, his wife, his devil;<br />
+The grief of &mdash;&mdash; her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Has kill'd him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Kill'd him, kill'd him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Is there no Law to hang her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Get ye in,<br />
+And let her know her misery, I dare not<br />
+For fear impatience seize me, see her more,<br />
+I must away agen: Bid her for wife-hood,<br />
+For honesty, if she have any in her,<br />
+Even to avoid the shame that follows her.<br />
+Cry if she can, your weeping cannot mend it.<br />
+The body will be here within this hour, so tell her;<br />
+And all his friends to curse her. Farewel fellows.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Soph.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Jaques, Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Oh my worthy Master.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Oh my most beastly Mistriss, hang her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Split her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Drown her directly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Starve her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Stink upon her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Stone her to death: may all she eat be Eggs.<br />
+Till she run kicking mad for men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; And he,<br />
+That man, that gives her remedy, pray Heav'n<br />
+He may ev'n <i>ipso facto</i>, lose his <a name="p85_28" id="p85_28" class="fc">[longings.]</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Let's go discharge our selves, and he that serves her,<br />
+Or speaks a good word of her from this hour,<br />
+A <a name="p85_31" id="p85_31" class="fc">Sedgly</a> curse light on him, which is, <i>Pedro</i>;<br />
+The Fiend ride through him booted, and spurr'd, with a Sythe at's back.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Tertia.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland, <i>and</i> Tranio <i>stealing behind him</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; What a dull ass was I to let her go thus!<br />
+Upon my life she loves me still: well Paper,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>Thou only monument of what I have had,<br />
+Thou all the love now left me, and now lost,<br />
+Let me yet kiss her hand, yet take my leave<br />
+Of what I must leave ever: Farewel <i>Livia</i>.<br />
+Oh bitter words, I'll read ye once again,<br />
+And then for ever study to forget ye.<br />
+How's this? let me look better on't: A Contract?<br />
+&mdash;A Contract, seal'd, and ratified,<br />
+Her Fathers hand set to it, and <i>Moroso</i>'s:<br />
+I do not dream sure, let me read again,<br />
+The same still, 'tis a Contract.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis so <i>Rowland</i>;<br />
+And by the virtue of the <a name="p86_12" id="p86_12" class="fc">same,</a> you pay me<br />
+An hundred pound to morrow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Art sure <i>Tranio</i>,<br />
+We are both alive now?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Wonder not, ye have lost.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; If this be true, I grant it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis most certain,<br />
+There's a Ring for you too, you know it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; When shall I have my money?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Stay ye, stay ye,<br />
+When shall I marry her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; To night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Take heed now<br />
+You do not trifle me; if you do,<br />
+You'll find more payment, than your money comes to:<br />
+Come swear; I know I am a man, and find<br />
+I may deceive my self: swear faithfully,<br />
+Swear me directly, am I <i>Rowland</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Am I awake?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Ye are.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Am I in health?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; As far as I conceive.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Was I with <i>Livia</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; You were, and <a name="p86_37" id="p86_37" class="fc">had this</a> Contract.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; And shall I enjoy her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Yes, if ye dare.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Swear to all these.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; As thou art honest, as them hast a conscience,<br />
+As that may wring thee if thou liest; all these<br />
+To be no vision, but a truth, and serious.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Then by my honesty, and faith, and conscience;<br />
+All this is certain.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Let's remove our places.<br />
+Swear it again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; By &mdash;&mdash; 'tis true.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I have lost then, and Heaven knows I am glad on't.<br />
+Let's goe, and tell me all, and tell me how,<br />
+For yet I am a Pagan in it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; I have a Priest too,<br />
+And all shall come as even as two Testers.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Sc&aelig;na Quarta.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, Sophocles, Moroso, <i>and</i> Petruchio <i>born
+in a Coffin</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Set down the body, and one call her out.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria <i>in black, and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+You are welcome to the last cast of your fortunes;<br />
+There lies your Husband; there, your loving Husband,<br />
+There he that was <i>Petruchio</i>, too good for ye;<br />
+Your stubborn and unworthy way has kill'd him<br />
+E'er he could reach the Sea; if ye can weep,<br />
+Now ye have cause begin, and after death<br />
+Doe something yet to th' world, to think ye honest.<br />
+So many tears had say'd him, shed in time;<br />
+And as they are (so a good mind go with 'em)<br />
+Yet they may move compassion.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Pray ye all hear me,<br />
+And judge me as I am, not as you covet,<br />
+For that would make me yet more miserable:<br />
+'Tis true, I have cause to grieve, and mighty cause;<br />
+And truly and unfeinedly I weep it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I see there's some good nature yet left in her.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; But what's the cause? mistake me not, not this man,<br />
+As he is dead, I weep for; Heaven defend it,<br />
+I never was so childish: but his life,<br />
+His poor unmanly, wretched, foolish life,<br />
+Is that my full eyes pity, there's my mourning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Dost thou not shame?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I doe, and even to water,<br />
+To think what this man was, to think how simple,<br />
+How far below a man, how far from reason,<br />
+From common understanding, and all Gentry,<br />
+While he was living here he walk'd amongst us.<br />
+He had a happy turn he dyed; I'll tell ye,<br />
+These are the wants I weep for, not his person:<br />
+The memory of this man, had he liv'd<br />
+But two years longer, had begot more follies,<br />
+Than wealthy Autumn Flies. But let him rest,<br />
+He was a fool, and farewel he; not pitied,<br />
+I mean in way of life, or action<br />
+By any understanding man that's honest;<br />
+But only in's posterity, which I,<br />
+Out of the fear his ruines might out-live him,<br />
+In some bad issue, like a careful woman,<br />
+Like one indeed, born only to preserve him,<br />
+Deny'd him means to raise.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Unbutton me,<br />
+&mdash;I die indeed else! Oh <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+Oh my unhappiness, my misery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Goe to him whore; &mdash;&mdash; if he perish,<br />
+I'll see thee hang'd my self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Why, why <i>Maria</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I have done my worst, and have my end, forgive me;<br />
+From this hour make me what you please: I have tam'd ye,<br />
+And now am vow'd your servant: Look not strangely,<br />
+Nor fear what I say to you. Dare you kiss me?<br />
+Thus I begin my new love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Once again?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Once again <i>Maria</i>,<br />
+Oh Gentlemen, I know not where I am.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; Get ye to bed then: there you'll quickly know Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Never no more your old tricks?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Never Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; You shall not need, for as I have a faith<br />
+No cause shall give occasion.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; As I am honest,<br />
+And as I am a maid yet, all my life<br />
+From this <a name="p89_6" id="p89_6" class="fc">hour, since ye</a> make so free profession,<br />
+I dedicate in service to your pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soph.</i> &nbsp; I marry, this goes roundly off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Goe <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+Get all the best meat may be bought for money,<br />
+And let the hogsheads blood, I am born again:<br />
+Well little <i>England</i>, when I see a Husband<br />
+Of any other Nation, stern or jealous,<br />
+I'll wish him but a woman of thy breeding;<br />
+And if he have not butter to <a name="p89_15" id="p89_15" class="fc">his bread</a>,<br />
+Till <a name="p89_16" id="p89_16" class="fc">his teeth</a> bleed, I'll never trust my travel.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland, Livia, Byancha, <i>and</i> Tranio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; What have we here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; Another Morris, Sir.<br />
+That you must pipe too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; A poor married couple<br />
+Desire an offering, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Never frown at it,<br />
+You cannot mend it now: there's your own hand;<br />
+And yours <i>Moroso</i>, to confirm the bargain.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petron.</i> &nbsp; My hand?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Or mine?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; You'll find it so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; A trick,<br />
+By &mdash;&mdash; a trick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bya.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir, we trickt ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Father.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p89_33" id="p89_33" class="fc"><i>P</i>[<i>e</i>]<i>tro.</i></a> &nbsp; Hast thou lain with him? speak!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Liv.</i> &nbsp; Yes truly Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; And hast thou done the deed, boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I have <a name="p89_36" id="p89_36" class="fc">[done]</a>, Sir,<br />
+That, that will serve the turn, I think.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; A match then,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>I'll be the maker up of this: <i>Moroso</i>,<br />
+There's now no remedy you see, be willing;<br />
+<a name="p90_2" id="p90_2" class="fc">[F]or</a> be, or be not, he must have the wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mor.</i> &nbsp; Since I am over-reach'd, let's in to dinner,<br />
+And if I can, I'll drink't away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; That's well said.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petro.</i> &nbsp; Well sirrah, you have plaid a trick, look to't,<br />
+And let me be a Grandsire within's twelve-month,<br />
+Or by this hand, I'll curtail half your fortunes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; There shall not want my labour, Sir: your money;<br />
+Here's one has undertaken.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tra.</i> &nbsp; Well, I'll trust her,<br />
+And glad I have so good a pawn.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Row.</i> &nbsp; I'll watch ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Petru.</i> &nbsp; Let's in, and drink of all hands, and be jovial:<br />
+I have my Colt again, and now she carries;<br />
+And Gentlemen, whoever marries next,<br />
+Let him be sure he keep him to his Text.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3>EPILOGUE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>The</i> Tamer<i>'s</i> tam'd, <i>but so, as nor the men</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Can find one just cause  to complain of, when</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>They fitly do consider in their lives,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>They should not reign as Tyrants o'er their wives.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nor can the Women from this president</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Insult, or triumph; it being aptly meant,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>To teach both Sexes due equality;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>And as they stand bound, to love mutually.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>If this effect arising from a cause</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Well laid, and grounded, may deserve applause,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We something more than hope, our honest ends</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i1"><i>Will keep the Men, and Women too, our friends.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+<h2><small>THE</small><br />
+
+<big>ISLAND PRINCESS:</big><br />
+
+<a name="p91_3" id="p91_3" class="fc"></a>A Tragi-Comedy.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<div class="blockquot">
+<h3>The Persons represented in the Play.</h3>
+
+
+
+<p>
+King of <i>Sidore, an Island</i>.<br />
+King of <i>Bakam</i>, <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>Suitors to the Princess Quisara</i>.</span><br />
+King of <i>Siana</i>,<br />
+Governor of <i>Terna, an Island</i>. <i>An ill man.</i><br />
+Ruy Dias, <i>a Captain of</i> Portugal, <i>also suitor to the Prin</i>.<br />
+Piniero, <i>Nephew to</i> Ruy Dias, <i>a merry Captain</i>.<br />
+Christophero, <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>Soldiers and Friends to</i> Piniero.</span><br />
+Pedro,<br />
+Armusia, <i>a noble daring</i> Portugueze, <i>in love with the Princess</i>.<br />
+Soza, &nbsp; &nbsp; <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>companions to</i> Armusia, <i>and his valiant followers</i>.</span><br />
+Emanuel,<br />
+Keeper.<br />
+Moors.<br />
+Guard.<br />
+Captain.<br />
+Citizens.<br />
+Townsmen.<br />
+</p>
+
+<h4>WOMEN.</h4>
+
+<p>
+Quisara, <i>the Island Princess, Sister to the King of</i> Sidore.<br />
+Quisa[n]a, <i>Aunt to the Princess</i>.<br />
+Panura, <i>Waiting-woman to the Princess</i> Quisara.<br />
+Citizens <i>wives</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="bbt">
+<h3>The Scene India.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Principal Actors were</h3>
+
+<p>
+<i>John Lowin</i>,<br />
+<i>John Underwood</i>,<br />
+<i>William Eglestone</i>,<br />
+<i>Rich. Sharpe</i>,<br />
+<i>Joseph Tailor</i>,<br />
+<i>Robert Benfield</i>,<br />
+<i>George Birch</i>,<br />
+<i>Tho. Polard</i>.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+<h3><i>Actus Primus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>A Bell Rings.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Enter</i> &nbsp; Pymero, Christophero, <i>and</i> Pedro.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Pymero.</i> &nbsp; Open the Ports, and see the Watch reliev'd,<br />
+And let the guards be careful of their business,<br />
+Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders,<br />
+They are false and desperate people, when they <a name="p92_7" id="p92_7" class="fc">find</a><br />
+The least occasion open to encouragement,<br />
+Cruel, and crafty souls, believe me Gentlemen,<br />
+Their late attempt, which is too fresh amongst us,<br />
+In which, against all arms and honesty,<br />
+The Governor of <i>Ternata</i> made <a name="p92_12" id="p92_12" class="fc">surprize</a><br />
+Of our Confederate, the King of <i>Tidore</i>,<br />
+As for his recreation he was rowing<br />
+Between both Lands, bids us be wise and circumspect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; It was a mischief suddenly imagin'd,<br />
+And as soon done; that Governor's a fierce knave,<br />
+Unfaithful as he is fierce too, there's no trusting;<br />
+But I wonder much, how such poor and base pleasures,<br />
+As tugging at an Oar, or skill in Steerage,<br />
+Should become Princes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Base breedings, love base <a name="p92_22" id="p92_22" class="fc">pleasure</a>;<br />
+They take as much delight in a <i>Baratto</i>,<br />
+A little scurvy boat to row her <a name="p92_24" id="p92_24" class="fc">ti[th]ly</a>,<br />
+And have the Art to turn and wind her nimbly,<br />
+Think it as noble too, though it be slavish,<br />
+And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman:<br />
+As we <i>Portugals</i>, or the <i>Spaniards</i> do in riding,<br />
+In managing a great horse, which is princely:<br />
+The <i>French</i> in Courtship, or the dancing <i>English</i>,<br />
+In carrying a fair presence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; He was strangely taken;<br />
+But where no faith is, there's no trust: he has paid for't<br />
+His Sister yet the fair and great <i>Quisara</i>,<br />
+Has shew'd a noble mind, and much love in't<br />
+To her afflicted brother, and the nobler still it appears,<br />
+And seasons of more tenderness, because his ruin stiles her absolute<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>And his imprisonment adds to her profit.<br />
+Feeling all this, which makes all men admire her,<br />
+The warm beams of this fortune that fall on her,<br />
+Yet has she made divers and noble Treaties,<br />
+And propositions for her brothers freedom,<br />
+If wealth or honor&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Peace, peace, you are fool'd, Sir;<br />
+Things of these natures have strange outsides <i>Pedro</i>,<br />
+And cunning shadows, set 'em far from us,<br />
+Draw 'em but near, they are gross, and they abuse us;<br />
+They that observe her close, shall find her nature,<br />
+Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent;<br />
+She is a Princess, and she must be fair,<br />
+That's the prerogative of being Royal:<br />
+Let her want eyes and nose, she must be beauteous,<br />
+And she must know it too, and the use of it,<br />
+And people must believe it, they are damn'd else:<br />
+Why, all our neighbor Princes are mad for her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Is she not fair then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; But her hopes are fairer,<br />
+And there's a haughty Master, the King of <i>Bakan</i>,<br />
+That lofty Sir, that speaks far more, and louder<br />
+In his own commendations, than a Cannon:<br />
+He is strucken dumb with her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Beshrew me she is a sweet one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And there's that hopeful man of <i>Syana</i>,<br />
+That sprightly fellow, he that's wise and temperate,<br />
+He is a Lover too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Wou'd I were worth her looking<br />
+For; by my life I hold her a compleat one,<br />
+The very Sun, I think affects her sweetness,<br />
+And dares not, as he does to all else, dye it<br />
+Into his tauny Livery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; She dares not see him,<br />
+But keeps her self at distance from his kisses,<br />
+And <a name="p93_35" id="p93_35" class="fc">[weares]</a> her complexion in a Case; let him but like it<br />
+A week, or two, or three, she would look like a Lion;<br />
+But the main sport on't is, or rather wonder<br />
+The Governor of <i>Ternata</i>, her mortal enemy,<br />
+He that has catcht her brother King, is struck too,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>And is arriv'd under safe conduct also,<br />
+And hostages of worth delivered for him;<br />
+And he brought a Letter from his prisoner,<br />
+Whether compell'd, or willingly delivered<br />
+From the poor King, or what else dare be in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; So it be honourable, any thing, 'tis all one<br />
+For I dare think she'll do the best.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis certain<br />
+He has admittance, and sollicites hourly,<br />
+Now if he have the trick&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; What trick?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; The true one,<br />
+To take her too, if he be but skill'd in Bat-fowling,<br />
+And lime his bush right.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; I'll be hang'd when that hits,<br />
+For 'tis not a compell'd, or forc'd affection<br />
+That must take her, I guess her stout and virtuous,<br />
+But where's your Uncle, Sir, our valiant Captain,<br />
+The brave <i>Ruy Dias</i> all this while?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I marry.<br />
+He is amongst 'em too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; A Lover.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Nay,<br />
+I know not that, but <a name="p94_23" id="p94_23" class="fc">[sure]</a> he stands in favour,<br />
+Or would stand stifly, he is no <i>Portugal</i> else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; The voice says in good favour, in the list too<br />
+Of the privy wooers, how cunningly of late<br />
+I have observ'd him, and how privately<br />
+He has stolen at all hours from us, and how readily<br />
+He has feign'd a business to bid the Fort farewel<br />
+For five or six days, or a month together,<br />
+Sure there is something&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes, yes, there is a thing in't,<br />
+A thing would make the best on's all dance after it;<br />
+A dainty thing; Lord how this Uncle of mine<br />
+Has read to me, and rated me for wenching.<br />
+And told me in what desperate case 'twould leave me,<br />
+And how 'twould stew my bones.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; You car'd not for it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I'faith not much, I ventur'd on still easily,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>And took my chance, danger is a Soldiers honor;<br />
+But that this man, this herb of Grace, <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+This father of our faculties should slip thus,<br />
+For sure he is a ferriting, that he<br />
+That would drink nothing, to depress the spirit,<br />
+But milk and water, eat nothing but thin air<br />
+To make his bloud obedient, that his youth,<br />
+In spight of all his temperance, should tickle,<br />
+And have a love mange on him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis in him, Sir,<br />
+But honourable courtship, and becomes his rank too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; In me 'twere abominable Leachery, or would be,<br />
+For when our thoughts are on't, and miss their level,<br />
+We must hit something.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Well, he<a name="p95_14" id="p95_14" class="fc">'s a</a> noble Gentleman,<br />
+And if he be a suitor, may he speed in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Let him alone, our family ne'r fail'd yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Our mad Lieutenant still, merry <i>Pyniero</i>,<br />
+Thus wou'd he do, if the Surgeon were searching of him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Especially if a warm wench had shot him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; But hark <i>Christophero</i>; come hither <i>Pedro</i>;<br />
+When saw you our brave Countrey-man <i>Armusia</i>?<br />
+He that's arriv'd here lately, and his gallants?<br />
+A goodly fellow, and a brave companion<br />
+Methinks he is, and no doubt, truly valiant,<br />
+For he that dares come hither, dares fight any where.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; I saw him not of late, a sober Gentleman<br />
+I am sure he is, and no doubt bravely sprung,<br />
+And promises much nobleness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I love him,<br />
+And by my troth wou'd fain be inward with him;<br />
+Pray let's go seek him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; We'll attend you Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; By that time we shall hear the burst of business.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana; <i>and</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Aunt, I much thank you for your courtesie,<br />
+And the fair liberty you still allow me,<br />
+Both of your house and service, though I be<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>A Princess, and by that Prerogative stand free<br />
+From the poor malice of opinion,<br />
+And no ways bound to render up my actions,<br />
+Because no power above me can examine me;<br />
+Yet my dear brother being still a prisoner,<br />
+And many wandring eyes upon my ways,<br />
+Being left <a name="p96_6" id="p96_6" class="fc">alone a Sea-mark</a>, it behoves me<br />
+To use a little caution, and be circumspect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; You're wise and noble Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Often Aunt<br />
+I resort hither, and privately to see you,<br />
+It may be to converse with some I favour;<br />
+I wou'd not have it known as oft, nor constru'd,<br />
+It stands not with my care.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; You speak most fairly,<br />
+For even our pure devotions are examin'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; So mad are mens minds now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Or rather monstrous;<br />
+They are thick dreams, bred in fogs that know no fairness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Madam, the House is yours, I am yours, pray use me,<br />
+And at your service all I have lies prostrate;<br />
+My care shall ever be to yield ye honor,<br />
+And when your fame falls here, 'tis my fault Lady;<br />
+A poor and simple banquet I have provided,<br />
+Which if you please to honor with your presence&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I thank ye Aunt, I shall be with you instantly,<br />
+A few words with this Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; I'll leave ye,<br />
+And when you please retire, I'll wait upon you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Quis. &amp; Pan.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Why, how now Captain, what afraid to speak to me?<br />
+A man of Armes, and danted with a Lady?<br />
+Commanders have the power to parle with Princes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Madam, the favors you have still showr'd on me,<br />
+Which are so high above my means of merit,<br />
+So infinite, that nought can value 'em<br />
+But their own goodness, no eyes look up to 'em<br />
+But those that are of equal light, and lustre,<br />
+Strike me thus mute, you are my royal Mistriss,<br />
+And all my services that aime at honor,<br />
+Take life from you, the Saint of my devotions;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>Pardon my wish, it is a fair ambition,<br />
+And well becomes the Man that honors you;<br />
+I wou'd I were of worth, of something near you,<br />
+Of such a royal piece, a King I wou'd be,<br />
+A mighty King that might command affection,<br />
+And bring a youth upon me might bewitch ye,<br />
+And you a sweet sould Christian.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Now you talk Sir;<br />
+You <i>Portugals</i>, though you be rugged Soldiers,<br />
+Yet when you list to flatter, you are plain Courtiers;<br />
+And could you wish me <i>Christian</i>, brave <i>Ruy Dias</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; At all the danger of my life great Lady,<br />
+At all my hopes, at all&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Pray ye stay a little,<br />
+To what end runs your wish?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; O glorious Lady,<br />
+That I might&mdash;but I dare not speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I dare then,<br />
+That you might hope to marry me; nay blush not,<br />
+An honorable end needs no excuse;<br />
+And would you love me then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; My soul not dearer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Do some brave thing that may entice me that way,<br />
+Some thing of such a meritorious goodness,<br />
+Of such an unmatcht nobleness, that I may know<br />
+You have a power beyond ours that preserves you:<br />
+'Tis not the person, nor the royal title,<br />
+Nor wealth, nor glory, that I look upon,<br />
+That inward man I love that's lin'd with virtue,<br />
+That well deserving soul works out a favor;<br />
+I have many Princes suiters, many great ones,<br />
+Yet above these I love you, you are valiant,<br />
+An active man, able to build a fortune;<br />
+I do not say I dote, nor meane to marry,<br />
+Only the hope is, something may be done,<br />
+That may compel my faith, and ask my freedome,<br />
+And leave opinion fair.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Command dear Lady,<br />
+And let the danger be as deep as Hell,<br />
+As direful to attempt&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Y'are too sudden,<br />
+I must be rul'd by you, find out a fortune<br />
+Wisely, and hansomely, examine time,<br />
+And court occasion that she may be ready;<br />
+A thousand uses for your forward spirit<br />
+Ye may find daily, be sure ye take a good one,<br />
+A brave and worthy one that may advance ye,<br />
+Forc'd smiles reward poor dangers; you are a Soldier,<br />
+I wou'd not talke so else, and I love a Soldier,<br />
+And that that speaks him true, and great, his valor;<br />
+Yet for all these which are but Womens follies,<br />
+You may do what you please, I shall still know ye,<br />
+And though ye weare no Sword.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Excellent Lady,<br />
+When I grow so cold, and disgrace my Nation,<br />
+That from their hardy nurses suck adventures,<br />
+'Twere fit I wore a Tombstone; you have read to me<br />
+The story of your favor, if I mistake it,<br />
+Or grow <a name="p98_18" id="p98_18" class="fc">a truant</a> in the study of it,<br />
+A great correction Lady&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Let's toth' banquet,<br />
+And have some merrier talk, and then to Court,<br />
+Where I give audience to my general Suiters;<br />
+Pray heaven my womans wit hold; there brave Captain,<br />
+You may perchance meet something that may startle ye;<br />
+I'll say no more, come be not sad&mdash;<br />
+I love ye.       <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero, Armusia, Soza, Christophero,
+<i>and</i> &nbsp; Emanuel.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; You are wellcome Gentlemen, most worthy welcom,<br />
+And know there's nothing in our power may serve ye,<br />
+But you may freely challenge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Sir we thank ye,<br />
+And rest your servants too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Ye are worthy <i>Portugals</i>,<br />
+You shew the bravery of your minds and spirits;<br />
+The nature of our Country too, that brings forth<br />
+Stirring, unwearied soules to seek adventures;<br />
+Minds never satisfied with search of honor<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>Where time is, and the Sun gives light, brave Countrymen,<br />
+Our names are known, new worlds disclose their riches,<br />
+Their beauties, and their prides to our embraces;<br />
+And we the first of Nations find these wonders.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; These noble thoughts, Sir, have intic'd us forward,<br />
+And minds unapt for ease to see these miracles,<br />
+In which we find report a poor relater;<br />
+We are arriv'd among the blessed Islands,<br />
+Where every wind that rises blows perfumes,<br />
+And every breath of air is like an Incence:<br />
+The treasure of the Sun dwells here, each Tree<br />
+As if it envied the old <i>Paradice</i>,<br />
+Strives to bring forth immortal fruit; the Spices<br />
+Renewing nature, though not deifying,<br />
+And when that falls by time, scorning the earth,<br />
+The sullen earth should taint or suck their beauties,<br />
+But as we dreamt, for ever so preserve us:<br />
+Nothing we see, but breeds an admiration;<br />
+The very rivers as we float along,<br />
+Throw up their pearls, and curle their heads to court us;<br />
+The bowels of the earth swell with the births<br />
+Of thousand unknown gemms, and thousand riches;<br />
+Nothing that bears a life, but brings a treasure;<br />
+The people they shew brave too, civil manner'd,<br />
+Proportioned like the Masters of great minds,<br />
+The Women which I wonder at&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Ye speak well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Of delicate aspects, fair, clearly beauteous,<br />
+And to that admiration, sweet and courteous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And is not that a good thing? brave <i>Armusia</i><br />
+You never saw the Court before?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; No certain,<br />
+But that I see a wonder too, all excellent,<br />
+The Government exact.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Ye shall see anon,<br />
+That that will make ye start indeed, such beauties,<br />
+Such riches, and such form.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bakam, Syana, Governor.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; We are fire already;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>The wealthy Magazine of nature sure<br />
+Inhabits here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; These sure are all <i>Ilanders</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and great Princes too, and lusty lovers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; They are goodly persons; What might he be Signior<br />
+That bears so proud a state?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; King of <i>Bakam</i>,<br />
+A fellow that farts terror.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; He looks highly,<br />
+Sure he was begot o'th' top of a Steeple.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; It may well be,<br />
+For you shall hear him ring anon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; That is <i>Syana</i>,<br />
+And a brave temper'd fellow, and more valiant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; What rugged face is that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; That's the great Governor,<br />
+The man surpriz'd our Friend, I told ye of him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; 'Has dangerous eyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; A perilous Thief, and subtile.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; And to that subtilty a heart of Iron.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yet the young Lady makes it melt.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; They start all,<br />
+And thunder in the eyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Away ye poor ones,<br />
+<a name="p100_24" id="p100_24" class="fc">A[m]</a> I in competition with such bubbles?<br />
+My virtue, and my name rank'd with such trifles?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; Ye speak loud.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Young-man, I will speak louder;<br />
+Can any man but I deserve her favor,      <span class="ralign"><a name="p100_28" id="p100_28" class="fc">[<i>Princes flie at</i></a></span><br />
+You petty Princes.                          <span class="ralign"><a name="p100_29" id="p100_29" class="fc"><i>one another.</i>]</a></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; He will put 'em all in's pocket.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; Thou proud mad thing be not so full of glory,<br />
+So full of vanity.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; How? I contemn thee,<br />
+And that fort-keeping fellow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; How the Dog looks,<br />
+The bandog Governor!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Ha, Why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Away thing,<br />
+And keep your rank with those that fit your royalty;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>Call out the Princess.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Dost thou know me bladder,<br />
+Thou insolent impostume?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; I despise thee;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Art thou acquainted with my nature baby?<br />
+<a name="p101_5" id="p101_5" class="fc">With my</a> revenge for Injuries? darst thou hold me<br />
+So far behind thy file, I cannot reach thee?<br />
+What canst thou merit?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Merit? I am above it;<br />
+I am equal with all honors, all atchievements,<br />
+And what is great and worthy; the best doer<br />
+I keep at my command, fortune's my servant,<br />
+'Tis in my power now to despise such wretches,<br />
+To look upon ye slightly, and neglect ye,<br />
+And but she daines at some hours to remember ye,<br />
+And people have bestowed some Titles on ye,<br />
+I should forget your names&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; Mercy of me;<br />
+What a blown fool has self affection<br />
+Made of this fellow! did not the Queen your Mother<br />
+Long for bellows, and bagpipes, when she was great with ye,<br />
+She brought forth such a windy birth?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis ten to one<br />
+She eat a Drum, and was deliver'd of alarum,<br />
+Or else he was swadled in an old saile when he was young.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; He swells too mainly with his meditations;<br />
+Faith, talk a little handsomer, ride softly<br />
+That we may be able to hold way with ye, we are Princes,<br />
+But those are but poor things to you; talk wiser,<br />
+'Twill well become your mightiness; talk less,<br />
+That men may think ye can do more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Talk truth,<br />
+That men may think ye are honest, and believe ye,<br />
+Or talk your self asleep, for I am weary of you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Why? I can talk and do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; That wou'd do excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; And tell you, only I deserve the Princess,<br />
+And make good only I, if you dare, you sir,<br />
+Or you <i>Syanas</i> Prince.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Heres a storm toward,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>Methinks it sings already, to him Governor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Here lies my proof.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Draw.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; And mine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I'll be short with ye,<br />
+For these long arguments I was never good at.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; How white the boaster looks!<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I see he lacks faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; For shame forbear great Princes, rule your angers,<br />
+You violate the freedom of this place,<br />
+The state and Royalty&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; He's well contented<br />
+It seems, and so I have done.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Is this she Signior?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; This is the Princess Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; She is sweet and goodly,<br />
+An admirable form, they have cause to justle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Ye wrong me and my court, ye forward Princes;<br />
+Comes your Love wrapt in Violence to seek us?<br />
+Is't fit though you be great, my presence should be<br />
+Stain'd, and polluted with your bloody rages?<br />
+My privacies affrighted with your Swords?<br />
+He that loves me, loves my command; be temper'd,<br />
+Or be no more what ye profess, my Servants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; We are calme as peace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; What command she carries!<br />
+And what a sparkling Majesty flies from her!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Is it ye love to do? ye shall find danger,<br />
+And danger that shall start your resolutions,<br />
+But not this way; 'tis not contention,<br />
+Who loves me to my face best, or who can flatter most<br />
+Can carry me, he that deserves my favor,<br />
+And will enjoy what I bring, love and Majesty,<br />
+Must win me with his worth; must travel for me;<br />
+Must put his hasty rage off, and put on<br />
+A well confirmed, a temperate, and true valor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; But shew the way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; And will, and then shew you<br />
+A will to tread the way, I'll say ye are worthy.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; What task now<br />
+Will she turn 'em to? these hot youths,<br />
+I fear will find a cooling card, I read in her eyes<br />
+Something that has some swinge must flye amongst 'em;<br />
+By this hand I love her a little now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis not unknown to you<br />
+I had a royal Brother, now miserable,<br />
+And Prisoner to that Man; if I were ambitious,<br />
+Gap'd for that glory was n're born with me,<br />
+<a name="p103_9" id="p103_9" class="fc">There he should lie his miseries</a> upon him:<br />
+If I were covetous, and my heart set<br />
+On riches, and those base effects that follow<br />
+On pleasures uncontrol'd, or safe revenges,<br />
+There he should die, his death <a name="p103_13" id="p103_13" class="fc">[would]</a> give me all these;<br />
+For then stood I up absolute to do all;<br />
+Yet all these flattering shews of dignity,<br />
+These golden dreams of greatness cannot force<br />
+To forget nature and my fair affection.<br />
+Therefore that Man that would be known my lover,<br />
+Must be known his redeemer, and must bring him<br />
+Either alive or dead to my embraces.<br />
+For even his bones I scorn shall feel such slavery,<br />
+Or seek another Mistriss, 'twill be hard<br />
+To do this, wondrous hard, a great adventure,<br />
+Fit for a spirit of an equal greatness;<br />
+But being done, the reward is worthy of it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; How they stand gaping all!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; <i>Ruy</i> <a name="p103_27" id="p103_27" class="fc"><i>Dias</i> cold</a>?<br />
+Not flye like fire into it? may be you doubt me,<br />
+He that shall do this is my husband Prince;<br />
+By the bright heavens he is, by whose justice<br />
+I openly proclaim it; if I lye,<br />
+Or seek to set you on with subtilty,<br />
+Let that meet with me, and reward my falshood.<br />
+No stirring yet, no start into a bravery?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Madam, it may be, but being a main danger,<br />
+Your Grace must give me leave to look about me,<br />
+And take a little time, the cause will ask it.<br />
+Great Acts require great counsels.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Take your pleasure,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>I fear the Portugal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; I'll raise an Army<br />
+That shall bring back <a name="p104_2" id="p104_2" class="fc">[h]is</a> Island, Fort and all,<br />
+And fix it here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; How long will this be doing?<br />
+You should have begun in your Grandfather's days.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; What may be,<br />
+And what my power can promise noblest Lady,<br />
+My will I am sure stands fair.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Faire be your fortune,<br />
+Few promises are best, and fair performance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; These cannot doe,<br />
+Their power and arts are weak ones.<br />
+'Tis in my will, I have this King your brother,<br />
+He is my prisoner, I <a name="p104_14" id="p104_14" class="fc">accept your proffer</a>,<br />
+And bless the fair occasion that atchiev'd him:<br />
+I love ye, and I honor ye, but speak;<br />
+Whether alive or dead he shall be rendred,<br />
+And see how readily, how in an instant,<br />
+Quick as your wishes Lady&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; No, I scorn ye,<br />
+You and <a name="p104_21" id="p104_21" class="fc">your courtesie</a>; I hate your love Sir;<br />
+And ere I would so basely win his liberty,<br />
+I would study to forget he was my brother;<br />
+By force he was taken; he that shall enjoy me,<br />
+Shall fetch him back by force, or never know me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; As I live, a rare Wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; She has a noble spirit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; By force?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir, by force, and make you glad too<br />
+To let him goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; How? you may look nobler on me,<br />
+And think me no such Boy; by force he must not,<br />
+For your love much may be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Put up your passion,<br />
+And pack ye home, I say, by force, and suddenly.<br />
+He lies there till he rots else, although I love him<br />
+Most tenderly and dearly, as a brother,<br />
+And out of these respects would joy to see him;<br />
+Yet to receive him as thy courtesie,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>With all the honor thou couldst add unto him<br />
+From his hands that most hate him, I had rather,<br />
+Though no condition were propounded for him,<br />
+See him far sunke i'th earth, and there forget him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Your hopes are gelt good Governor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; A rare Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Lady,<br />
+I'll pull this pride, I'll quench this bravery,<br />
+And turne your glorious scorn to tears and howlings;<br />
+I will proud Princess; this neglect of me<br />
+Shall make thy brother King most miserable;<br />
+Shall turn him into curses 'gainst thy cruelty:<br />
+For where before I us'd him like a King,<br />
+And did those Royal Offices unto him:<br />
+Now he shall lie a sad lump in a dungeon,<br />
+Loden with chains and fetters, colds and hunger,<br />
+Darkness, and lingring death for his companions;<br />
+And let me see who dare attempt his rescue,<br />
+What desperate fool? look toward it; farewel,<br />
+And when thou know'st him thus, lament thy follies,<br />
+Nay I will make thee kneel to take my offer:<br />
+Once more farewel, and put thy trust in puppits.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; If none dare undertake it, I'll live a mourner.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; You cannot want.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; You must not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis most dangerous,<br />
+And wise men wou'd proceed with care and counsel,<br />
+Yet some way would I knew&mdash;<br />
+Walke with me Gentlemen&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt. Manent, Arm. and his Comp.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; How do you like her spirit?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a clear one,<br />
+<a name="p105_31" id="p105_31" class="fc">Clog'd with</a> no dirty stuff, she is all pure honor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; The bravest Wench I ever look'd upon,<br />
+And of the strongest parts, she is most fair,<br />
+Yet her mind such a mirrour&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; What an action<br />
+Wou'd this be to put forward on, what a glory,<br />
+And what an everlasting wealth to end it!<br />
+Methinks my soul is strangely rais'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; To step into it,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>Just while they think, and ere they have determin'd<br />
+To bring the King off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Things have been done as dangerous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; And prosper'd best when they were least consider'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Bless me my hopes,<br />
+And you my friends assist me.<br />
+None but our companions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; You deale wisely,<br />
+And if we shrink the name of slaves dye with us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Stay not for second thoughts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I am determin'd;<br />
+And though I lose, it shall be sung, I was valiant,<br />
+And my brave offer shall be turn'd to story,<br />
+Worthy the Princess tongue. A Boat, that's all<br />
+That's unprovided, and habits like to Merchants,<br />
+The rest wee'l councel as we goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Away then,<br />
+Fortune looks fair on those, make haste to win her.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Keeper, and 2 or 3 Moores.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; I Have kept many a Man, and many a great one,<br />
+Yet I confess, I nere saw before<br />
+A Man of such a sufferance; he lies now<br />
+Where I would not lay my dog, for sure 'twould kill him.<br />
+Where neither light or comfort can come near him;<br />
+Nor air, nor earth that's wholsome; it grieves me<br />
+To see a mighty King with all his glory,<br />
+Sunk o'th' sudden to the bottome of a dungeon.<br />
+Whether should we descend that are poor Rascals<br />
+If we had our deserts?<br />
+<br />
+<i>1. Mo.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a strange wonder,<br />
+Load him with Irons, oppress him with contempts,<br />
+Which are the Governors commands, give him nothing,<br />
+Or so little, to sustain life, 'tis <a name="p106_34" id="p106_34" class="fc">next nothing</a>;<br />
+They stir not him, he smiles upon his miseries,<br />
+And beares 'em with such strength, as if his nature<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>Had been nurs'd up, and foster'd with calamities.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; He gives no ill words, curses, nor repines not,<br />
+Blames nothing, hopes in nothing, we can hear of;<br />
+And in the midst of all these frights, fears nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; I'll be sworne<br />
+He fears not, for even when I shake for him,<br />
+As many times my pitty will compell me,<br />
+When other souls, that bear not half his burthen,<br />
+Shrink in their powers, and burst with their oppressions;<br />
+Then will he Sing, wooe his afflictions,<br />
+And court 'em in sad airs, as if he wou'd wed 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; That's more than we have heard yet, we are only<br />
+Appointed for his Guard, but not so near him,<br />
+If we could hear that wonder&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; Many times<br />
+I fear the Governor should come to know it;<br />
+For his voice so affects me, so delights me,<br />
+That when I find his hour, I have Musick ready,<br />
+And it stirs me infinitely, be but still and private,<br />
+And you may chance to hear.<br />
+<span class="ralign">[<i>King appears loden with chains, his head, <a name="p107_20" id="p107_20" class="fc">and</a> armes only above.</i></span></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; We will not stir, Sir;<br />
+This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall;<br />
+Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; Yet he looks temperately.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; His eyes not sunk, and his complexion firm still,<br />
+No wildness, no distemper'd touch upon him,<br />
+How constantly he smiles, and how undanted!<br />
+With what a Majesty he heaves his head up!      <span class="ralign">[<i>Musick.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; Now marke, I know he will sing; do not disturb him.<br />
+Your allowance from the Governor, wou'd it were more sir,<br />
+Or in my power to make it hansomer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Do not transgress thy charge, I take his bounty,<br />
+And fortune, whilst I bear a mind contented<br />
+Not leaven'd with the glory I am falen from,<br />
+Nor hang upon vain hopes, that may corrupt me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Thou art my slave, and I appear above thee.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; The Governor himself.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; What, at your banquet?<br />
+And in such state, and with such change of service?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; This diet's holsome then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; I beg no better.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; A calm contented mind, give him less next;<br />
+These full meals will oppress his health, his Grace<br />
+Is of a tender, and pure constitution,<br />
+And such repletions&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Mock, mock, it moves not me sir,<br />
+Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Ye carry it handsomely, but tell me patience,<br />
+Do not you curse the brave and royal Lady<br />
+Your gracious sister? do not you damn her pitty,<br />
+Damn twenty times a day, and damn it seriously?<br />
+Do not you swear aloud too, cry and kick?<br />
+The very soul sweat in thee with the agony<br />
+Of her contempt of me? Couldst not <a name="p108_18" id="p108_18" class="fc">thou eat her</a><br />
+For being so injurious to thy fortune,<br />
+Thy fair and happy fortune? Couldst not thou wish her<br />
+A Bastard, or a Whore, fame might proclame her;<br />
+Black ugly fame, or that thou hadst had no sister?<br />
+Spitting the general name out, and the nature;<br />
+Blaspheming heaven for making such a mischief;<br />
+For giving power to pride, and will to Woman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; No Tyrant, no, I bless and love her for it;<br />
+And though her scorn of thee, had laid up for me<br />
+As many plagues as the corrupted air breeds,<br />
+As many mischiefs as the hours have minutes,<br />
+As many formes of Death, as doubt can figure;<br />
+Yet I should love <a name="p108_31" id="p108_31" class="fc">[her]</a> more still, and more honor her;<br />
+All thou canst lay upon me, cannot bend me,<br />
+No not the stroke of death, that I despise too:<br />
+For if fear could possess me, thou hadst won me;<br />
+As little from this hour I prize thy flatteries,<br />
+And less than those thy prayers, though thou wouldst kneel to me;<br />
+And if she be not Mistriss of this nature,<br />
+She is none of mine, no kin, and I contemne her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Are you so valiant sir?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and so fortunate;<br />
+For he that <a name="p109_1" id="p109_1" class="fc">holds his</a> constancy still conquers;<br />
+Hadst thou preserv'd me as a noble enemy,<br />
+And as at first, made my restraint seem to me<br />
+But only as the shadow of captivity,<br />
+I had still spoke thee noble, still declar'd thee<br />
+A valiant, great, and worthy man, still lov'd thee,<br />
+And still prefer'd thy fair love to my sister;<br />
+But to compell this from me with a misery,<br />
+A most inhumane, and unhandsome slavery&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; You will relent for all this talk I fear not,<br />
+And put your wits a work agen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; You are cozen'd;<br />
+Or if I were so weak to be wrought to it,<br />
+So fearful to give way to so much poverty,<br />
+How I should curse her heart if she consented!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; You shall write, and entreat, or&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Do thy utmost,<br />
+And e'en in all thy tortures I'll laugh at thee,<br />
+I'll think thee no more valiant, but a villain;<br />
+Nothing thou hast done brave, but like a thief,<br />
+Atchiev'd by craft, and kept by cruelty;<br />
+Nothing thou canst deserve, thou art unhonest;<br />
+Nor no way live to build a Name, thou art barbarous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Down with him low enough, there let him murmur,<br />
+And see his diet be so light and little,<br />
+He grow not thus high hearted on't, I will coole ye,<br />
+And make ye cry for mercy, and be ready<br />
+To work my ends, and willingly; and your sister taken down,<br />
+Your scornful, cruel sister shall repent too,<br />
+And sue to me for grace.<br />
+Give him no liberty,<br />
+But let his bands be doubled, his ease lessened;<br />
+Nothing his heart desires, but vex and torture him:<br />
+Let him not sleep, nothing that's dear to nature<br />
+Let him enjoy; yet take heed that he dye not;<br />
+Keep him as near death, and as willing to embrace it,<br />
+But see he arrive not at it; I will humble him.<br />
+And her stout heart that stands on such defiance;<br />
+And let me see her champions that dare venture<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>Her high and mighty wooers, keep your guards close,<br />
+And as you love your lives be diligent.<br />
+And what I charge, observe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; We shall be dutiful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Gov.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; Most certain he is resolved nothing can stir him;<br />
+For if he had but any part about him<br />
+Gave way to fear or hope, he durst not talk thus,<br />
+And do thus stoutly too, as willingly,<br />
+And quietly he sunk down to his sorrows,<br />
+As some <a name="p110_10" id="p110_10" class="fc">men [to]</a> their sleeps.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Keep.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and sleeps with e'm;<br />
+So little he regards them, there's the wonder,<br />
+And often soundly sleeps, wou'd I durst pity him,<br />
+Or wou'd it were in my will, but we are servants,<br />
+And tied unto command.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; I wish him better,<br />
+But much I fear h'as found his tombe already,<br />
+We must observe our guards.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; He cannot last long,<br />
+And when he is dead, he is free.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kee.</i> &nbsp; That's the most cruelty,<br />
+That we must keep him living.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; That's as he please;<br />
+For that Man that resolves, needs no Phisitian.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, Soza, Emanuel <i>like Merchants,
+arm'd underneath</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Our prosperous passage was an omen to us,<br />
+A lucky and a fair omen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; We believe it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; The Sea and Wind strove who should most befriend us,<br />
+And as they favour'd our design, and lov'd us,<br />
+So lead us forth&mdash;Where lies the Boat that brought us?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Safe lodg'd within the Reeds, close by the Castle,<br />
+That no eye can suspect, nor thought come near it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; But where have you been, brave sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I have broke the Ice Boyes:<br />
+I have begun the game, fair fortune guide it,<br />
+Suspectless have I travell'd all the Town through,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>And in this Merchants shape won much acquaintance,<br />
+Survey'd each strength and place that may befriend us,<br />
+View'd all his Magazines, got perfect knowledge<br />
+Of where the Prison is, and what power guards it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; These will be strong attempts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Courage is strong:<br />
+What we <a name="p111_6" id="p111_6" class="fc">beg[a]n</a> with policy, my dear friends,<br />
+Let's end with manly force; there's no retiring,<br />
+Unless it be with shame.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Shame his that hopes it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Better a few, and clearer fame will follow us,<br />
+However, lose or win, and speak our memories,<br />
+Than if we led our Armies; things done thus,<br />
+And of this noble weight, will stile us worthies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute,<br />
+And if we flinch, or fail&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I am sure ye dare not.<br />
+Then farther know, and let no ear be near us,<br />
+That may be false.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Speak boldly on, we are honest;<br />
+Our lives and fortunes yours.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Hard by the place then<br />
+Where all his Treasure lies, his Armes, his Women,<br />
+Close by the Prison too where he keeps the King,<br />
+I have hir'd a lodging, as a Trading Merchant,<br />
+A Celler to that too, to stow my Wares in,<br />
+The very Wall of which, joynes to his store-house.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; What of all this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Ye are dull, if ye apprehend not:<br />
+Into that Cellar, elected friends, I have convey'd,<br />
+And unsuspected too, that <a name="p111_30" id="p111_30" class="fc">that</a> will do it;<br />
+That that will make all shake, and smoak too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; My thoughts have not been idle, nor my practice:<br />
+The fire I brought here with me shall do something,<br />
+Shall burst into material flames, and bright ones,<br />
+That all the Island shall stand wondring at it,<br />
+As if they had been stricken with a Comet:<br />
+Powder is ready, and enough to work it,<br />
+The Match is left a-fire, all, all husht, and lockt close,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>No man suspecting what I am but Merchant:<br />
+An hour hence, my brave friends, look for the fury,<br />
+The fire to light us to our honour'd purpose,<br />
+For by that time 'twill take.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; What are our duties?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; When all are full of fear and fright, the Governor<br />
+Out of his wits, to see the flames so imperious,<br />
+Ready to turn to ashes all he worships,<br />
+And all the people there to stop these ruins,<br />
+No man regarding any private office;<br />
+Then flie we to the prison suddenly,<br />
+Here's one has found the way, and dares direct us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Then to our swords and good hearts,<br />
+I long for it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Certain we shall not find much opposition,<br />
+But what is must be forced.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis bravely cast Sir,<br />
+And surely too I hope.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; If the fire fail not,<br />
+And powder hold his nature, some must presently<br />
+Upon the first cry of th' amazed people,<br />
+(For nothing will be markt then, but the misery)<br />
+Be ready with the boat upon an instant,<br />
+And then all's right and fair.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Bless us dear fortune.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Let us be worthy of it in our courage,<br />
+And fortune must befriend us, come all sever,<br />
+But keep still within sight, when the flame rises<br />
+Let's meet, or either doe, or dye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; So be it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor, and Captain.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; No Captain, for those Troops we need 'em not,<br />
+The Town is strong enough to stand their furies;<br />
+I wou'd see 'em come, and offer to do something.<br />
+They are high in words.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis safer Sir then doing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Dost think they dare attempt?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; May be by Treaty,<br />
+But sure by force they will not prove so froward.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; No faith, I warrant thee, they know me well enough<br />
+And know they have no Child in hand to play with:<br />
+They know my nature too, I have bit some of 'em,<br />
+And to the bones, they have reason to remember me,<br />
+It makes me laugh to think how glorious<br />
+The fools are in their promises, and how pregnant<br />
+Their wits and powers are to bring things to pass;<br />
+Am I not grown lean with loss of sleep and care<br />
+To prevent these threatnings, Captain?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; You look well Sir:<br />
+Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken<br />
+Upon any such conceit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I hope I shall not:<br />
+Well, wou'd I had this Wench, for I must have her,<br />
+She must be mine; and there's another charge Captain;<br />
+What betwixt love and brawling I got nothing,<br />
+All goes in maintenance&mdash;<br />
+Heark, What was that,      <span class="ralign">[<i>The Train takes.</i></span><br />
+That noise there? it went with a violence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; Some old wall belike Sir,<br />
+That had no neighbor help to hold it up,<br />
+Is fallen suddenly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I must discard these Rascals,<br />
+That are not able to maintain their buildings,<br />
+They blur the beauty of the Town.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Within.</i> &nbsp; Fire, Fire.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I hear another tune, good Captain,<br />
+It comes on fresher still, 'tis loud and fearful,<br />
+Look up into the Town, how bright the ayr shewes;<br />
+Upon my life some sudden fire.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Cap.</i></span><br />
+The bell too?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Bell Rings.</i></span><br />
+I hear the noise more clear.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Citizen.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Fire, fire.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Where? where?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; Suddenly taken in a <a name="p113_35" id="p113_35" class="fc">Merchan[t]s</a> house sir,<br />
+Fearful and high it blazes; help good people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Pox o'their paper-houses, how they smother,<br />
+They light like Candles, how the rore still rises!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; Your Magazine's a fire Sir, help, help suddenly,<br />
+The Castle too is in danger, in much danger,<br />
+All will be lost, get the people presently,<br />
+And all that are your Guard, and all help, all hands Sir,<br />
+Your wealth, your strength, is burnt else, the Town perisht;<br />
+The Castle now begins to flame.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; My soul shakes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him,<br />
+That ever such a neighbour, such a villain&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Raise all the Garrison, and bring 'em up.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter other Citizens.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+And beat the people forward&mdash;Oh I have lost all<br />
+In one house, all my hopes: good worthy Citizens<br />
+Follow me all, and all your powers give to me,<br />
+I will reward you all. Oh cursed fortune&mdash;<br />
+The flame's more violent: arise still, help, help, Citizens,<br />
+Freedom and wealth to him that helps: follow, oh follow.<br />
+Fling wine, or any thing, I'll see't recompenc'd.<br />
+Buckets, more Buckets; fire, fire, fire.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, <i>and his company</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up<br />
+To our discovery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Heark, what a merry cry<br />
+These hounds make! forward fairly,<br />
+We are not seen in the mist, we are not noted. Away,<br />
+Away. Now if we lose our fortune&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain and Citizens.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cit.</i> &nbsp; More water, more water, all is consum'd else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; All's gone, unless you undertake it straight, your<br />
+Wealth too, that must preserve, and pay your labor bravely.<br />
+Up, up, away.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Cap. and Cit. <a name="p114_33" id="p114_33" class="fc">Then,</a></i></span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia <i>and his company breaking open
+a Doore</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; So, thou art open, keep the way clear<br />
+Behind still. Now for the place.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sold.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis here Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Sure this is it.<br />
+Force ope the doore&mdash;A miserable creature!<br />
+Yet by his manly face&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>The King discovered.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Why stare ye on me?<br />
+You cannot put on faces to afright me:<br />
+In death I am a King still, and contemne ye:<br />
+Where is that Governor? Methinks his Man-hood<br />
+Should be well pleas'd to see my Tragedy,<br />
+And come to bath his stern eyes in my sorrows;<br />
+I dare him to the sight, bring his scorns with him,<br />
+And all his rugged threats: here's a throat, soldiers;<br />
+Come, see who can strike deepest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Break the Chain there.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; What does this mean?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Come, talke of no more Governors,<br />
+He has other business, Sir, put your Legs forward,<br />
+And gather up your courage like a Man,<br />
+Wee'll carry off your head else: we are friends,<br />
+And come to give your sorrows ease.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; On bravely;<br />
+Delayes may lose agen.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Guard.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; The Guard.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Upon 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Make speedy, and sure work.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; They flie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Up with him, and to the Boat; stand fast, now be speedy;<br />
+When this heat's past, wee'll sing our History.<br />
+Away, like thoughts, sudden as desires, friends;<br />
+Now sacred chance be ours.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Pray when we have done, Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter 3 or 4 Citizens severally.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; What is the fire allaid?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis out, 'tis out,<br />
+Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly<br />
+I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man:<br />
+I have been burnt at both ends like a squib:<br />
+I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter;<br />
+But when men of understanding come about it,<br />
+Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over,<br />
+And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still,<br />
+And tost the Buckets Boys.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp;  We are all meere Martins.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry,<br />
+Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was<br />
+Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home<br />
+And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter 3 Women.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp;  Here come some of 'em to fright us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 W.</i> &nbsp; Mine's alive neighbor&mdash;oh sweet hony husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been<br />
+In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends.<br />
+Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink,<br />
+Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands<br />
+In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would<br />
+Blote a hundred Herrings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Wo.</i> &nbsp; Art thou come safe agen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>3 Wo.</i> &nbsp; I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor;<br />
+We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets;<br />
+Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted,<br />
+And now he's basting of himself at all points:<br />
+The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums;<br />
+<a name="p116_34" id="p116_34" class="fc">Body [O] me</a> neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Wo.</i> &nbsp; Bless my Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Blow it out Wife&mdash;blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Women.</i> &nbsp; Some water, water, water.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp; Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance,<br />
+I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft?<br />
+What frights are <a name="p117_2" id="p117_2" class="fc">[t]hese</a>, marry heaven bless thy modicum.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3 Wo.</i> &nbsp; But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of<br />
+Fear neighbor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires<br />
+More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty<br />
+Liquor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; Come, let's go neighbor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; For I would very fain turn down this liquor;<br />
+Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone:<br />
+Women get you afore, and draw upon us;<br />
+Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye;<br />
+Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wom.</i> &nbsp; Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still;<br />
+The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one:<br />
+Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sol.</i> &nbsp; Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver,<br />
+They saw a little boat ready to receive him,<br />
+And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting;<br />
+Fighting beyond the force of men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I am lost Captain,<br />
+And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me:<br />
+Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward,<br />
+A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward,<br />
+One <a name="p117_29" id="p117_29" class="fc">without carriage</a>, or common sense.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sol.</i> &nbsp; Hee's gon Sir,<br />
+And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery,<br />
+Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any,<br />
+The people stand amazed so at their valor,<br />
+And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my <a name="p117_35" id="p117_35" class="fc">boys brains</a><br />
+'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; It was a crafty trick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; No, I was lazy,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em<br />
+And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em,<br />
+By both these hands held up, and by that brightness<br />
+That gildes the world with light, by all our worships,<br />
+The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean,<br />
+I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me,<br />
+Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me,<br />
+Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor:<br />
+Make ready my <i>Barrato's</i> instantly,<br />
+And what I shall intend&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cap.</i> &nbsp; We are your servants.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara, Ruy Dyas.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Never tell me, you never car'd to win me,<br />
+Never for my sake to attempt a deed,<br />
+Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor:<br />
+If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir,<br />
+For that cause you profess, for love of honor,<br />
+Of which you stile your self the mighty Master,<br />
+You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer,<br />
+As if you had intended something excellent,<br />
+Put on a forward face.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Dear Lady hold me&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; By &mdash;&mdash; I dare doe&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; In a Ladies chamber<br />
+I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger:<br />
+Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that:<br />
+I thought you <i>Portugals</i> had been rare wonders,<br />
+Men of those haughty courages and credits,<br />
+That all things were confin'd within your promises,<br />
+The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye,<br />
+But well I see I am deceiv'd <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+And blame, too late, my much beliefe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru. I</i> am asham'd, Lady,<br />
+I was so dull, so stupid to your offer:<br />
+Now you have once more school'd me, I am right,<br />
+And something shall be thought on suddenly,<br />
+And put in Act as soon, some <a name="p118_37" id="p118_37" class="fc">preparation&mdash;</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; And give it out?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Lady, and so great too;<br />
+In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,<br />
+And though he be restor'd alive.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I have ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; For then we are both servants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I conceive ye,<br />
+Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quis.</i> &nbsp; Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,<br />
+The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,<br />
+<i>Syana's</i> &nbsp; strength, for I can humor him:<br />
+And proud <i>Bekamus</i>, I shall deceive his glory.      <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout.</i></span><br />
+What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it?<br />
+May be the Princes are in sport.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero, Christoph.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Where are ye?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Now <i>Pyniero</i>, What's the haste you seek me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Doe you know this sign Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Ha!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Do you know this embleme:<br />
+Your nose is boar'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Boar'd? What's that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Y'are topt Sir:<br />
+The King's come home again, the King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; The Devil!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Nay sure he came a Gods name home:<br />
+He's return'd Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Christ.</i> &nbsp; And all this joy ye hear&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Who durst attempt him?<br />
+The Princes are all here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chry.</i> &nbsp; They are worthy Princes,<br />
+They are special Princes, all they love by ounces.<br />
+Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily.<br />
+What fortune have ye lost Sir?<br />
+What justice have ye now unto this Lady?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; How stands your claim?<br />
+That ever Man should be fool'd so,<br />
+When he should do and prosper; stand protesting,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor,<br />
+When he should be about his business sweating;<br />
+She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose,<br />
+To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one,<br />
+A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye,<br />
+Knowing you were a man of worth and merit,<br />
+And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't,<br />
+You have caught a Goose.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; How dare you thus molest me?      <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout.</i></span><br />
+It cannot be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Heark how the general joy rings!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too?<br />
+For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Done? Who dares do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; It seems an honest fellow,<br />
+That has ended his Market before you be up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; The shame on't 's a stranger too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis no shame,<br />
+He took her at her word, and tied the bargain,<br />
+Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring,<br />
+But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady:<br />
+'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness,<br />
+He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him,<br />
+Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed,<br />
+Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted,<br />
+No circumstance of love depending on him,<br />
+Nor no command to shew him, must start forth,<br />
+At the first sight to&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I am undone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Like an Oyster:<br />
+She neither taking view, nor value of him,<br />
+Unto such deeds as these&mdash;Pox o' these,<br />
+These wise delayings&mdash;<br />
+They make men cowards.<br />
+You are undone as a man would undoe an egge,<br />
+A hundred shames about ye.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara, Panura, <i>and Traine</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Can it be possible,<br />
+A stranger that I have not known, not seen yet,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>A man I never grac'd; O Captain, Captain,<br />
+What shall I do?  I am betray'd by fortune,<br />
+It cannot be, it must not be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; It is Lady,<br />
+And by my faith a hansome Gentleman;<br />
+'Tis his poor Schollers prize.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Must I be given<br />
+Unto a Man I never saw, ne're spoke with,<br />
+I know not of what Nation?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Is a Portugal,<br />
+And of as good a pitch he will be giv'n to you Lady,<br />
+For he's given much to hansome flesh.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+This was your sloth, your sloth, your sloth <i>Ruy Dias</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Your love sloth; Unckle do you find it now?<br />
+You should have done at first, and faithfully:      <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout.</i></span><br />
+And then th'other had lyed ready for ye;<br />
+Madam, the general joy comes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; We must meet it&mdash;but with what comfort?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Citizens carrying boughs</i>, <i>boyes singing after 'em</i>;
+<i>Then</i> &nbsp; King, Armusia, Soza, Emanuel; <i>The
+Princes and train following</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Oh my dear brother, what a joy runs through me,<br />
+To see you safe again, your self, and mighty,<br />
+What a blest day is this!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Rise up fair Sister,<br />
+I am not welcome till you have embraced me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; A general gladness sir flies through the City,<br />
+And mirth possesses all to see your Grace arrive,<br />
+Thus happily arriv'd again, and fairly;<br />
+'Twas a brave venture who so e'er put for it,<br />
+A high and noble one, worthy much honor;<br />
+And had it fail'd, we had not fail'd great Sir,<br />
+And in short time too, to have forc'd the Governor,<br />
+In spight of all his threats.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; I thank ye Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; And all his subtilties to set you free,<br />
+With all his heart and will too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; I know ye love me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; This had been good with something done before it,<br />
+Something set off to beautifie it, now it sounds empty, like<br />
+A Barbers bason, pox there's no metall in't, no noble marrow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; I have an Army Sir, but that the Governor,<br />
+The foolish fellow was a little provident,<br />
+And wise in letting slip no time, became him too,<br />
+That would have scour'd him else, and all his confines;<br />
+That would have rung him such a peal&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes backward,<br />
+To make dogs houl, I know thee to a farthing,<br />
+Thy Army's good for Hawks, there's<br />
+Nothing but sheeps hearts in it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; I have done nothing Sir, therefore<br />
+I think it convenient I say little what I purposed,<br />
+And what my love intended.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; I like your modesty,<br />
+And thank ye royal friends, I know it griev'd ye<br />
+To know my misery; but this man, <a name="p122_17" id="p122_17" class="fc">Prince[s]</a>,<br />
+I must thank heartily, indeed, and treuly,<br />
+For this Man saw me in't, and redeemed me:<br />
+He lookt upon me sinking, and then caught me.<br />
+This Sister this, this all Man, this all valor,<br />
+This pious Man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; My countenance, it shames me,<br />
+One scarce arriv'd, not harden'd yet, not<br />
+Read in dangers and great deeds, sea-sick, not season'd&mdash;<br />
+Oh I have boy'd my self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; This noble bulwark,<br />
+This launce and honor of our age and Kingdome;<br />
+This that I never can reward, nor hope<br />
+To be once worthy of the name of friend to,<br />
+This, this Man from the bowels of my sorrows<br />
+Has new begot my name, and once more made me:<br />
+Oh sister, if there may be thanks for this,<br />
+Or any thing near recompence invented.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; You are too noble Sir, there is reward<br />
+Above my action too by millions:<br />
+A recompence so rich and glorious,<br />
+I durst not dreame it mine, but that 'twas promised;<br />
+But that it was propounded, sworn and sealed<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>Before the face of Heaven, I durst not hope it,<br />
+For nothing in the life of man, or merit,<br />
+It is so truly great, can else embrace it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; O speak it, speak it, bless mine ears to hear it,<br />
+Make me a happy man, to know it may be,<br />
+For still methinks I am a prisoner,<br />
+And feel no liberty before I find it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Then know it is your sister, she is mine Sir,<br />
+I claime her by her own word, and her honor;<br />
+It was her open promise to that Man<br />
+That durst redeeme ye; Beauty set me on,<br />
+And fortune crowns me fair, if she receive me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Receive ye, Sir&mdash;why Sister&mdash;ha&mdash;so backward,<br />
+Stand as you knew me not? nor what he has ventured?<br />
+My dearest Sister.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir pardon me,<br />
+There is a blushing modesty becomes her,<br />
+That holds her back; Women are nice to wooe Sir;<br />
+I would not have her forc'd; give her fair liberty;<br />
+For things compell'd and frighted, of soft natures,<br />
+Turn into fears, and flie from their own wishes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Look on <a name="p123_21" id="p123_21" class="fc">him</a> my <i>Quisara</i>, such another,<br />
+Oh all ye powers, so excellent in nature!<br />
+In honor so abundant!&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I confess Sir,<br />
+Confess my word is past too, he has purchased;<br />
+Yet good Sir give me leave to think; but time<br />
+To be acquainted with his worth and person;<br />
+To make me fit to know it; we are both strangers,<br />
+And how we should believe so suddenly,<br />
+Or come to fasten our affections&mdash;<br />
+Alas, love has his complements.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Be sudden<br />
+And certain in your way, no <a name="p123_33" id="p123_33" class="fc">woman[s]</a> doubles,<br />
+Nor coy delayes, you are his, and so assure it,<br />
+Or cast from me and my remembrance ever;<br />
+Respect your word, I know you will, come Sister,<br />
+Lets see what welcome you can give a prisoner,<br />
+And what fair looks a friend&mdash;Oh my most noble<br />
+Princes, no discontents, but all be lusty,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>He that frowns this day is an open enemy:<br />
+Thus in my armes my dear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; You make me blush Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; And now lead on&mdash;<br />
+Our whole Court crown'd with pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Madam, despair not, something shall be done yet,<br />
+And suddenly, and wisely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; O <i>Ruy Dias</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Well, he's a brave fellow, and he has deserv'd her richly;<br />
+And you have had your hands full I dare swear Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; We have done something, Sir, if it hit right.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ch.</i> &nbsp; The woman has no eyes else, nor no honesty,<br />
+So much I think.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Come, let's goe bounce amongst 'em,<br />
+To the Kings health, and my brave Country-mans.<br />
+My Unckle looks as though he were sick oth'<br />
+Worms friends.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero.</p>
+
+<p>
+Mine Unckle haunts me up and down, looks melancholy,<br />
+Wondrous proof melancholy, sometimes swears<br />
+Then whistles, starts, cries, and groans, as if he had the Bots,<br />
+As to say truth, I think h'as little better,<br />
+<a name="p124_23" id="p124_23" class="fc">A[n]d</a> we'd fain speak; bids me good morrow at midnight,<br />
+And good night when 'tis noon, has something hovers<br />
+About his brains, that would fain find an issue,<br />
+But cannot out, or dares not: still he follows.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dyas.</p>
+
+<p>
+How he looks still, and how he beats about,<br />
+Like an old dog at a dead scent! I marry,<br />
+There was a sigh wou'd a set a ship a sailing:<br />
+These winds of love and honor, blow at all ends.<br />
+Now speak and't be thy Will: good morrow Uncle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Good morrow Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; This is a new salute:<br />
+Sure h'as forgot me: this is pur-blind <i>Cupid</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; My Nephew?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir, if I be not chang'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd fain speak with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd fain have ye, Sir,<br />
+For to that end I stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; You know I love ye,<br />
+And I have lov'd <a name="p125_5" id="p125_5" class="fc">ye</a> long, my dear <i>Pyniero</i>,<br />
+Bred and supply'd you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Whither walks this Preamble?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; You may remember, though I am but your Uncle,<br />
+I sure had a father's care, a father's tenderness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Sure he would wrap me into something now suddenly,<br />
+He doubts my nature in, for mine is honest,<br />
+He winds about me so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; A fathers diligence.<br />
+My private benefits I have forgot, Sir,<br />
+But those you might lay claim to as my follower;<br />
+Yet some men wou'd remember&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I do daily.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; The place which I have put ye in, which is no weak one,<br />
+Next to my self you stand in all employments,<br />
+Your counsels, cares, assignments with me equal,<br />
+So is my study still to plant your person;<br />
+These are small testimonies I have not forgot ye,<br />
+Nor wou'd not be forgotten.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Sure you cannot.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Pyniero</i>&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Sir, what hangs upon you,<br />
+What heavy weight oppresses ye, ye have lost,<br />
+(I must confess, in those that understand ye)<br />
+Some little of your credit, but time will cure that;<br />
+The best may slip sometimes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Oh my best Nephew&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; It may be ye fear her too, that disturbs ye,<br />
+That she may fall her self, or be forc'd from ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; She is ever true, but I undone for ever.<br />
+Oh that <i>Armusia</i>, that new thing, that stranger,<br />
+That flag stuck up to rob me of mine honor;<br />
+That murd'ring chain shot at me from my Countrey:<br />
+That goodly plague that I must court to kill me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Now it comes flowing from him, I fear'd this,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>Knew, he that durst be idle, durst be ill too,<br />
+Has he not done a brave thing?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I must confess it Nephew, must allow it,<br />
+But that brave thing has undone me, has sunk me,<br />
+Has trod me like a name in sand, to nothing,<br />
+Hangs betwixt hope and me, and threatens my ruin;<br />
+And if he rise and blaze, farewel my fortune;<br />
+And when that's set, where's thy advancement, Cosin?<br />
+That were a friend, that were a noble <a name="p126_8" id="p126_8" class="fc">kinsman,</a><br />
+That would consider these; that man were grateful;<br />
+And he that durst do something here, durst love me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; You say true, 'tis worth consideration,<br />
+Your reasons are of weight, and mark me Uncle,<br />
+For I'll be sudden, and to th' purpose with you.<br />
+Say this <i>Armusia</i>, then <a name="p126_14" id="p126_14" class="fc">were</a> taken off,<br />
+As it may be easily done,<br />
+How stands the woman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; She is mine for ever;<br />
+For she contemns his deed and him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Pox on him.<br />
+Or if the single pox be not sufficient,<br />
+The hogs, the dogs, the devils pox possess him:<br />
+'Faith this <i>Armusia</i> stumbles me, 'tis a brave fellow;<br />
+And if he could be spared Uncle&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I must perish:<br />
+Had he set up at any rest but this,<br />
+Done any thing but what concern'd my credit,<br />
+The everlasting losing of my worth&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; I understand you now, who set you on too.<br />
+I had a reasonable good opinion of the devil<br />
+Till this hour; and I see he is a knave indeed,<br />
+An arrant, stinking knave, for now I smell him;<br />
+I'll see what may be done then, you shall know<br />
+You have a kinsman, but no villain Uncle,<br />
+Nor no betrayer of fair fame, I scorn it;<br />
+I love and honor virtue; I must have<br />
+Access unto the Lady to know her mind too,<br />
+A good word from her mouth you know may stir me;<br />
+A Ladies look at setting on&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; You say well,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>Here Cosin, here's a Letter ready for you,<br />
+And you shall see how nobly she'll receive you,<br />
+And with what <a name="p127_2" id="p127_2" class="fc">[c]are</a> direct.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Farewel then Uncle,<br />
+After I have talk'd with her, I am your servant,<br />
+To make you honest if I can&mdash;else hate you.<br />
+Pray ye no more compliments, my head is busie, heaven bless me;<br />
+What a malicious soul does this man carry!<br />
+And to what scurvy things this love converts us!<br />
+What stinking things, and how sweetly they become us!<br />
+Murther's a moral virtue with these Lovers,<br />
+A special piece of Divinity, I take it:<br />
+I may be mad, or violently drunk.<br />
+Which is a whelp of that litter; or I may be covetous,<br />
+And learn to murther mens estates, that's base too;<br />
+Or proud, but that's a Paradise to this;<br />
+Or envious, and sit eating of my self<br />
+At others fortunes; I may lye, and damnably,<br />
+Beyond the patience of an honest hearer;<br />
+Cosin, Cutpurses, sit i'th' Stocks for apples.<br />
+But when I am a Lover, Lord have mercy,<br />
+These are poor pelting sins, or rather plagues,<br />
+Love and Ambition draw the devils Coach.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisana, <i>and</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+How now! who are these? Oh my great Ladies <a name="p127_24" id="p127_24" class="fc">followers,</a><br />
+Her Riddle-founders, and her Fortune-tellers.<br />
+Her readers of her Love-Lectures, her Inflamers:<br />
+These doors I must pass through, I hope they are wide.<br />
+Good day to your beauties, how they take it to 'em!<br />
+As if they were fair indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Good morrow to you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; That's the old Hen, the brood-bird! how she busles!<br />
+How like an Inventory of Lechery she looks!<br />
+Many a good piece of iniquity<br />
+Has past her hands, I warrant her&mdash;I beseech you,<br />
+Is the fair Princess stirring?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry is she, Sir.<br />
+But somewhat private: <a name="p127_37" id="p127_37" class="fc">you have</a> a business with her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes forsooth have I, and a serious business.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; May not we know?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes, when you can keep counsel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; How prettily he looks! he's a soldier sure,<br />
+His rudeness sits so handsomly upon him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; A good blunt Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry am I:<br />
+Yet for a push or two at sharp, and't please you&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; My honest friend, you know not who you speak to:<br />
+This is the <a name="p128_8" id="p128_8" class="fc">Princesses</a> Aunt,<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I like her the better<br />
+And she were her Mother (Lady) or her Grandmother,<br />
+I am not so bashful, but I can buckle with her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Of what size is your business?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p128_13" id="p128_13" class="fc"><i>Py</i>[<i>n</i>].</a> &nbsp; Of the long sixteens,<br />
+And will make way I warrant ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; How fine he talks!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Nay in troth I talk but coursely, Lady,<br />
+But I hold it comfortable for the understanding:<br />
+How fain they wou'd draw me into ribaldry!<br />
+These wenches that live easily, live high,<br />
+<a name="p128_20" id="p128_20" class="fc">[And l]ove these</a> broad discourses, as they love possets;<br />
+These dry delights serve for preparatives.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Why do you look so on me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; I am guessing<br />
+By the cast of your face, what the property of your place, should be,<br />
+For I presume you turn a key, sweet beauty,<br />
+And you another, gravity, under the Princess,<br />
+And by my &mdash;&mdash; I warrant ye good places,<br />
+Comly commodious <a name="p128_28" id="p128_28" class="fc">Seats</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Prethee let him talk still.<br />
+For me thinks he talks handsomely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And truly<br />
+As near as my understanding shall enable me<br />
+You look as if you kept my Ladies secrets:<br />
+Nay, do not laugh, for I mean honestly,<br />
+How these young things tattle, when they get a toy by th' end!<br />
+And how their hearts go pit-a-pat, and look for it!<br />
+Wou'd it not dance too, if it had a Fiddle?<br />
+Your gravity I guess, to take the Petitions,<br />
+And hear the lingring suits in love dispos'd,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>Their sighs and sorrows in their proper place,<br />
+You keep the Ay-me Office.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Prethee suffer him,<br />
+For as I live he's a pretty fellow;<br />
+I love to hear sometimes what men think of us:<br />
+And thus deliver'd freely, 'tis no malice:<br />
+Proceed good honest man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; I will, good Madam.<br />
+According to mens states and dignities,<br />
+Moneys and moveables, you rate their dreams,<br />
+And cast the Nativity of their desires,<br />
+If he reward well, all he thinks is prosperous:<br />
+And if he promise place, his dreams are Oracles;<br />
+Your antient practique Art too in these discoveries,<br />
+Who loves at such a length, who a span farther,<br />
+And who draws home, yield you no little profit,<br />
+For these ye milk by circumstance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qui.</i> &nbsp; Ye are cunning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; And as they oil ye, and advance your Spindle,<br />
+So you draw out the lines of love, your doors too,<br />
+The doors of destiny, that men must pass through;<br />
+These are fair places.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; He knows all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; Your trap-doors,<br />
+To pop fools in it, that have no providence,<br />
+Your little wickets, to work wise men, like wires, through at,<br />
+And draw their states and bodies into Cobwebs,<br />
+Your Postern doors, to catch those that are cautelous,<br />
+And would not have the worlds eye find their knaveries:<br />
+Your doors of danger, some men hate a pleasure,<br />
+Unless that may be full of fears; your hope doors,<br />
+And those are fine commodities, where fools pay<br />
+For every new <a name="p129_32" id="p129_32" class="fc">enco[u]ragement</a>, a new custom;<br />
+You have your doors of honor, and of pleasure;<br />
+But those are for great Princes, glorious vanities,<br />
+That travel to be famous through diseases;<br />
+There be the doors of poverty and death too:<br />
+But these you do the best you can to damm up,<br />
+For then your gain goes out.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qui.</i> &nbsp; This is a rare Lecture.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; Read to them that understand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Beshrew me,<br />
+I dare not venture on ye, ye cut too keen, Sir.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; We thank you Sir for your good mirth,<br />
+You are a good companion.<br />
+Here comes the Princess now, attend your business.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Is there no remedy, no hopes can help me?<br />
+No wit to set me free? whose there hoe?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Troubled? her looks are almost wild:<br />
+What ails the Princess?<br />
+I know nothing she wants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Who's that there with you?<br />
+Oh Signior <i>Pyniero</i>? you are most welcome:<br />
+How does your noble Uncle?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; Sad as you are Madam:<br />
+But he commends his service, and this Letter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Go off, attend within&mdash;Fair Sir, I thank ye,<br />
+Pray be no stranger, for indeed you are welcome;<br />
+For your own virtues welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; We are mistaken,<br />
+This is some brave fellow sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I'm sure he's a bold fellow:<br />
+But if she hold him so, we must believe it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Do you know of this, fair Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p130_25" id="p130_25" class="fc"><i>P</i>[<i>i</i>]<i>n.</i></a> &nbsp; I ghess it Madam,<br />
+And whether it intends: I had not brought it else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quis.</i> &nbsp; It is a business of no common reckoning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; The handsomer for him that goes about it;<br />
+Slight actions are rewarded with slight thanks:<br />
+Give me a matter of some weight to wade in.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; And can you love your Uncle so directly,<br />
+So seriously, and so full, to undertake this?<br />
+Can there be such a faith?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pin.</i> &nbsp; Dare you say I to it,<br />
+And set me on? 'tis no matter for my Uncle,<br />
+Or what I owe to him, dare you but wish it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd fain&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; Have it done; say but so Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Conceive it so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; I will, 'tis that I am bound to:<br />
+Your Will that must command me, and your Pleasure,<br />
+The fair aspects of those eyes that must direct me:<br />
+I am no Uncles Agent, I am mine own, Lady;<br />
+I scorn my able youth should plough for others,<br />
+Or my ambition serve for pay; I aim,<br />
+Although I never hit, as high as any man,<br />
+And the reward I reach at, shall be equal,<br />
+And what love spurs me on to, this desire,<br />
+Makes me forget an honest man, a brave man,<br />
+A valiant, and a virtuous man, my countrey-man, <i>Armusia</i>,<br />
+The delight of all the <i>Minions</i>,<br />
+<a name="p131_13" id="p131_13" class="fc">This love</a> of you, doting upon your beauty, the admiration of your excellence;<br />
+Make me but servant to the poorest smile,<br />
+Or the least grace you have bestow'd on others,<br />
+And see how suddenly I'll work your safety,<br />
+And set your thoughts at peace; I am no flatterer,<br />
+To promise infinitely, and out-dream dangers;<br />
+To lye a bed, and swear men into Feavers,<br />
+Like some of your trim suiters; when I promise,<br />
+The light is not more constant to the world,<br />
+Than I am to my word&mdash;She turns for millions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I have not seen a braver confirm'd courage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; For a Tun of Crowns she turns: she is a woman,<br />
+And much I fear, a worse than I expected.<br />
+You are the object, Lady, you are the eye<br />
+In which all excellence appears, all wonder,<br />
+From which all hearts take fire, all hands their valour:<br />
+And when he stands disputing, when you bid him,<br />
+Or but thinks of his Estate, Father, Mother,<br />
+Friends, Wife, and Children,<br />
+H'is a fool, and I scorn him,<br />
+<a name="p131_33" id="p131_33" class="fc">And 't be but to make clean his sword, a coward</a>;<br />
+Men have forgot their fealty to beauty.<br />
+Had I the place in your affections,<br />
+My most unworthy Uncle is fit to fall from,<br />
+Liv'd in those blessed eyes, and read the stories<br />
+Of everlasting pleasures figur'd there,<br />
+I wou'd find out your commands before you thought 'em,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>And bring 'em to you done, e'r you dream't of 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quis.</i> &nbsp; I admire his boldness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; This, or any thing;<br />
+Your brothers death, mine Uncles, any mans,<br />
+No state that stands secure, if you frown on it.<br />
+Look on my youth, I bring no blastings to you,<br />
+The first flower of my strength, my faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quis.</i> &nbsp; No more Sir;<br />
+I am too willing to believe, rest satisfi'd;<br />
+If you dare do for me, I shall be thankful:<br />
+You are a handsome Gentleman, a fair one,<br />
+My servant if you please; I seal it thus, Sir.<br />
+No more, till you deserve more.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pyn.</i> &nbsp; I am rewarded:<br />
+This woman's cunning, but she's bloody too;<br />
+Although she pulls her Tallons in, she's mischievous;<br />
+Form'd like the face of Heaven, clear and transparent;<br />
+I must pretend still, bear 'em both in hopes,<br />
+For fear some bloudy slave thrust in indeed,<br />
+Fashion'd and flesh'd, to what they wish: well Uncle,<br />
+What will become of this, and what dishonor<br />
+Follow this fatal shaft, if shot, let time tell,<br />
+I can but only fear, and strive to cross it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, Emanuel, <a name="p132_23" id="p132_23" class="fc"><i>and</i></a> Soza.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Why are you thus sad? what can grieve or vex you<br />
+That have the pleasures of the world, the profits,<br />
+The honor, and the loves at your disposes?<br />
+Why should a man that wants nothing, want his quiet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I want what beggars are above me in, content;<br />
+I want the grace I have merited,<br />
+The favor, the due respect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Does not the King allow it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and all honors else, all I can ask,<br />
+That he has power to give; but from his Sister,<br />
+The scornful cruelty, forgive me beauty,<br />
+That I transgress from her that should look on me,<br />
+That should a little smile upon my service,<br />
+And foster my deserts for her own faiths sake;<br />
+That should at least acknowledge me, speak to me.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; And you goe whining up and down for this, Sir?<br />
+Lamenting and disputing of your grievances?<br />
+Sighing and sobbing like a sullen School-boy,<br />
+And cursing good-wife fortune for this favour?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; What would you have me doe?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Doe what you should do,<br />
+What a man would doe in this case, a wise man,<br />
+An understanding man that knows a woman;<br />
+Knows her and all her tricks, her scorns, and all her trifles:<br />
+Goe to her, and take her in your arms, and shake her,<br />
+Take her and toss her like a barr.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; But be sure you pitch her upon a Feather-bed,<br />
+Shake her between a pair of Sheets, Sir,<br />
+There shake these sullen fits out of her, spare her not there;<br />
+There you may break her Will, and bruise no bone, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Goe to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; That's the way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; And tell her, and boldly,<br />
+And do not mince the matter, nor mock your self,<br />
+With being too indulgent to her pride:<br />
+Let her hear roundly from ye, what ye are,<br />
+And what ye have deserved, and what she must be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; And be not put off like a common fellow,<br />
+With the Princess would be private,<br />
+Or that she has taken physick, and admits none;<br />
+I would talk to her any where.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; It makes me smile.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Now you look handsomly:<br />
+Had I a wench to win, I would so flutter her:<br />
+They love a man that crushes 'em to verjuce;<br />
+A woman held at hard meat, is your Spaniel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Pray take our council, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I shall do something,<br />
+But not your way, it shews too boisterous,<br />
+For my affections are as fair and gentle,<br />
+As her they serve.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter King.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; The King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Why how now friend?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>Why do you rob me of the company<br />
+I love so dearly, Sir, I have been seeking you;<br />
+For when I want you, I want all my pleasure:<br />
+Why sad? thus sad still man? I will not have it;<br />
+I must not see the face I love thus shadowed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; And't please your Grace, methinks it ill becomes him:<br />
+A soldier should be jovial, high and lusty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; He shall be so, come, come, I know your reason,<br />
+It shall be none to cross you, ye shall have her,<br />
+Take my word, ('tis a Kings word) ye shall have her,<br />
+She shall be yours or nothing, pray be merry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Your Grace has given me cause, I shall be Sir,<br />
+And ever your poor servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Me my self, Sir,<br />
+My better self, I shall find time, and suddainly,<br />
+To gratifie your loves too, Gentlemen,<br />
+And make you know how much I stand bound to you:<br />
+Nay, 'tis not worth your thanks, no further complement;<br />
+Will you go with me friend?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I beseech your Grace,<br />
+Spare me an hour or two, I shall wait on you,<br />
+Some little private business with my self, Sir,<br />
+For such a time.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I'll hinder no devotion,<br />
+For I know you are regular, I'll take you Gentlemen,<br />
+Because he shall have nothing to disturb him,<br />
+I shall look for your friend.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt. manet</i> Armusia.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I dare not fail, Sir:<br />
+What shall I do to make her know my misery,<br />
+To make her sensible? This is her woman,<br />
+I have a toy come to me suddenly,<br />
+It may work for the best, she can but scorn me,<br />
+And lower than I am, I cannot tumble,<br />
+I'll try, what e'er my fate be&mdash;Good even fair one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis the brave stranger&mdash;A good night to you, Sir.<br />
+Now by my Ladies hand, a goodly Gentleman!<br />
+How happy shall she be in such a Husband!<br />
+Wou'd I were so provided too.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Good pretty one,<br />
+Shall I keep you company for an hour or two?<br />
+I want employment for this evening.<br />
+I am an honest man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I dare believe ye:<br />
+Or if ye were not, Sir, that's no great matter,<br />
+We take mens promises, wou'd ye stay with me, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; So it please you, pray let's be better acquainted,<br />
+I know you are the <a name="p135_8" id="p135_8" class="fc">Princesses</a> Gentlewoman,<br />
+And wait upon her near.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis like I do so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies,<br />
+If he have business your way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I understand ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; So kind an office, that you may bind a gentleman,<br />
+Hereafter to be yours; and your way too,<br />
+And ye may bless the hour you did this benefit:<br />
+Sweet handsome faces should have courteous minds,<br />
+And ready faculties.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Tell me your business,<br />
+Yet if I think it be to her, your self, Sir,<br />
+For I know what you are, and what we hold ye,<br />
+And in what grace ye stand, without a second,<br />
+For that but darkens, you wou'd do it better,<br />
+The Princess must be pleas'd with your accesses;<br />
+I'm sure I should.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I want a Courtiers boldness,<br />
+And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Pray ye wear this, and believe my meaning civil,<br />
+My business of that fair respect and carriage:<br />
+This for our more acquaintance.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Jewel.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; How close he kisses!<br />
+And how sensible the passings of his lips are!<br />
+I must do it, and I were to be hang'd now, and I will do it:<br />
+He may do as much for me, that's all I aim at;<br />
+And come what will on't, life or death, I'll do it,<br />
+For ten such kisses more, and 'twere high treason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd be private with her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; So you shall,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>'Tis not worth thanks else, you must dispatch quick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Suddenly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; And I must leave you in my chamber, Sir;<br />
+Where you must lock your self that none may see you;<br />
+'Tis close to her, you cannot miss the entrance,<br />
+When she comes down to bed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Thank me but thus.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; If I fail thee&mdash;<br />
+Come close then.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara, <i>and</i> Quisana.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready,<br />
+My woman will not be long away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd have you a little merrier first,<br />
+Let me sit by ye, and read or discourse<br />
+Something that ye fancy, or take my instrument.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; No, no I thank you,<br />
+I shall sleep without these, I wrong your age Aunt<br />
+To make ye wait thus, pray let me intreat ye,<br />
+To morrow I'll see ye, I know y'are sleepy,<br />
+And rest will be a welcome guest, you shall not,<br />
+Indeed you shall not stay; oh here's my woman,<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+Good night, good night, and good rest Aunt attend you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Come, where have you been wench? make me unready;<br />
+I slept but ill last night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; You'll sleep the better<br />
+I <a name="p136_28" id="p136_28" class="fc">hope [too] night</a>, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; A little rest contents me;<br />
+Thou lovest thy bed <i>Panura</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I am not in love Lady,<br />
+Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I'll swear thou dost, thy Husband wou'd not take it so well<br />
+If thou wert married wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Let him take, Madam,<br />
+The way to waken me, I am no Dormouse,<br />
+Husbands have larum bels, if they but<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>Ring once.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Thou art a merry wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I shall live the longer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Prethee fetch my Book.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I am glad of that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I'll read awhile before I sleep.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I will Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; And if <i>Ruy Dias</i> meet you, and be importunate,<br />
+He may come in.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I have a better fare for you,<br />
+Now least in sight play I.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, <i>locks the door</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Why should I love him?<br />
+Why should I doat upon a man deserves not,<br />
+Nor has no will to work it? who's there wench?<br />
+What are you? or whence come you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Ye may know me,<br />
+I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Who let you in?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; My restless love that serves ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; This is an impudence I have not heard of,<br />
+A rudeness that becomes a thief or ruffian;<br />
+Nor shall my brothers love protect this boldness,<br />
+You build so strongly on, my rooms are sanctuaries,<br />
+And with that reverence, they that seek my favours,<br />
+And humble fears, shall render their approaches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Mine are no less.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I am Mistriss of my self, Sir,<br />
+And will be so, I will not be thus visited:<br />
+These fears and dangers thrust into my privacy.<br />
+Stand further off, I'll cry out else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Oh dear Lady!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I see dishonor in your eyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; There is none:<br />
+By all that beauty they are innocent;<br />
+Pray ye tremble not, you have no cause.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I'll dye first;<br />
+Before you have your Will, be torn in pieces;<br />
+The little strength I have left me to resist you,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>The gods will give me more, before I am forc'd<br />
+To that I hate, or suffer&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; You wrong my duty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; So base a violation of my liberty?<br />
+I know you are bent unnobly; I'll take to me<br />
+The spirit of a man; borrow his boldness,<br />
+And force my womans fears into a madness,<br />
+And e'er you arrive at what you aim at&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Lady,<br />
+If there be in you any womans pity;<br />
+And if your fears have not proclaim'd me monstrous;<br />
+Look on me, and believe me; is this violence?<br />
+Is it to fall thus prostrate to your beauty<br />
+A ruffians boldness? is humility a rudeness?<br />
+The griefs and sorrows that grow here an impudence?<br />
+These forcings, and these fears I bring along with me;<br />
+These impudent abuses offered ye;<br />
+And thus high has your brothers favour blown me:<br />
+Alas dear Lady of my life, I came not<br />
+With any purpose, rough or desperate,<br />
+With any thought that was not smooth and gentle,<br />
+As your fair hand, with any doubt or danger<br />
+Far be it from my heart to fright your quiet;<br />
+A heavy curse light on it, when I intend it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Now I dare hear you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; If I had been mischievous,<br />
+As then I must be mad; or were a monster,<br />
+If any such base thought had harbour'd here,<br />
+Or violence that became not man,<br />
+You have a thousand bulwarks to assure you,<br />
+The holy powers bear shields to defend chastity;<br />
+Your honor, and your virtues are such armours;<br />
+Your clear thoughts such defences; if you mis-doubt still<br />
+And yet retain a fear, I am not honest,<br />
+Come with impure thoughts to this place;<br />
+Take this, and sheath it here; be your own safety;<br />
+Be wise, and rid your fears, and let me perish;<br />
+How willing shall I sleep to satisfie you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; No, I believe now, you speak worthily;<br />
+What came you then for?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; To <a name="p138_40" id="p138_40" class="fc">complain me,</a> beauty,<br />
+But modestly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Of what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Of your fierce cruelty,<br />
+For though I dye, I will not blame the doer:<br />
+Humbly to tell your grace, ye had forgot me:<br />
+A little to have touch'd at, not accused,<br />
+For that I dare not do, your scorns, pray pardon me<br />
+And be not angry that I use the liberty<br />
+To urge that word, a little to have shew'd you<br />
+What I have been, and what done to deserve ye,<br />
+If any thing that love commands may reach ye:<br />
+To have remembred ye, but I am unworthy,<br />
+And to that misery falls all my fortunes,<br />
+To have told ye, and by my life ye may believe me,<br />
+That I am honest, and will only marry<br />
+You, or your memory; pray be not angry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, and let me tell you seriously,<br />
+Ye have taken now the right way to befriend ye,<br />
+And to beget a fair and clear opinion,<br />
+Yet to try your obedience&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I stand ready Lady.<br />
+Without presuming to ask any thing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Or at this time to hope for further favour;<br />
+Or to remember services or smiles;<br />
+Dangers you have past through, and rewards due to 'em;<br />
+Loves or despairs, but leaving all to me:<br />
+Quit this place presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I shall obey ye.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Who's this?<br />
+What art thou?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; A Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Thou art no more I'm sure: oh 'tis <i>Ruy Dias</i>;<br />
+How high he looks, and harsh!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Is there not door enough,<br />
+You take such elbow room?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; If I take it, I'll carry it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Does this become you Princess?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; The Captain's jealous.<br />
+Jealous of that he never durst deserve yet;<br />
+Goe freely, goe, I'll give thee leave.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Your leave, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Yes my leave Sir, I'll not be troubled neither,<br />
+Nor shall my heart ake, or my head be jealous,<br />
+Nor strange suspitious thoughts reign in my memory;<br />
+Go on, and do thy worst, I'll smile at thee;<br />
+I kiss your fair hand first, then farewel Captain.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; What a pure soul inherits here! what innocence!<br />
+Sure I was blind when I first lov'd this fellow,<br />
+And long to live in that fogg still: how he blusters!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Am I your property? or those your flatteries,<br />
+The banquets that ye bid me to, the trust<br />
+I build my goodly hopes on?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Be more temperate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Are these the shews of your respect and favour?<br />
+What did he here, what language had he with ye?<br />
+Did ye invite? could ye stay no longer?<br />
+Is he so gracious in your eye?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; You are too forward.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Why at these private hours?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; You are too saucy,<br />
+Too impudent <a name="p140_24" id="p140_24" class="fc">to task</a> me with those errors.<br />
+Do ye know what I am Sir, and my prerogative?<br />
+Though you be a thing I have call'd by th' name of friend,<br />
+I never taught you to dispose my liberty;<br />
+How durst you touch mine honor? blot my meanings?<br />
+And name an action, and of mine but noble?<br />
+Thou poor unworthy thing, how have I grac'd thee!<br />
+How have I nourisht thee, and raised thee hourly!<br />
+Are these the gratitudes you bring <i>Ruy Dias</i>?<br />
+The thanks? the services? I am fairly paid;<br />
+Was't not enough I saw thou wert a Coward,<br />
+And shaddowed thee? no noble sparkle in thee?<br />
+Daily provok'd thee, and still found thee coward?<br />
+Rais'd noble causes for thee, strangers started at;<br />
+Yet still, still, still a Coward, ever Coward;<br />
+And with those taints, dost thou upbraid my virtues?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I was too blame<br />
+Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; So blindly bold to touch at my behaviour?<br />
+Durst thou but look amiss at my allowance?<br />
+If thou hadst been a brave fellow, thou hadst had some licence<br />
+Some liberty I might have then allowed thee<br />
+For thy good face, some scope to have argued with me;<br />
+But being nothing but a sound, a shape,<br />
+The meer sign of a Soldier&mdash;of a Lover.<br />
+The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie,<br />
+I scorn thee; and contemn thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Dearest Lady,<br />
+If I have been too free&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Thou hast been too foolish,<br />
+And go on still, I'll study to forget thee,<br />
+I would I could, and yet I pity thee.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I am not worth it, if I were, that's misery,<br />
+The next door is but death, I must aim at it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; So far and truly you have discovered to me<br />
+The former currents of my life and fortune,<br />
+That I am bound to acknowledge ye most holy,<br />
+And certainly to credit your predictions,<br />
+Of what are yet to come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I am no lyer,<br />
+'Tis strange I should, and live so near a neighbor;<br />
+But these are not my ends.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Pray ye sit good father,<br />
+Certain a reverend man, and most religious.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I, that belief's well now, and let me work then,<br />
+I'll make ye curse Religion e'er I leave ye:<br />
+I have liv'd a long time Son, a mew'd up man,<br />
+Sequester'd by the special hand of Heaven<br />
+From the worlds vanities, bid farewel to follies,<br />
+And shook hands with all heats of youth and pleasures,<br />
+As in a dream these twenty years I have slumber'd,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>Many a cold Moon have I, in meditation<br />
+And searching out the hidden Wils of heaven,<br />
+Lain shaking under; many a burning Sun<br />
+Has sear'd my body, and boil'd up my blood,<br />
+Feebl'd my knees, and stampt a Meagerness<br />
+Upon my figure, all to find out knowledge,<br />
+Which I have now attained to, thanks to heaven,<br />
+All for my countreys good too: and many a vision,<br />
+Many a mistick vision have I seen Son.<br />
+And many a sight from heaven which has been terrible,<br />
+Wherein the Goods and Evils of these Islands<br />
+Were lively shadowed; many a charge I have had too,<br />
+Still as the time grew ripe to reveal these,<br />
+To travel and discover, now I am come Son,<br />
+The hour is now appointed,<br />
+My tongue is touch'd, and now I speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Beware these <i>Portugals</i>; I say beware 'em,<br />
+These smooth-fac'd strangers; have an eye upon 'em.<br />
+The cause is now the God's, hear, and believe King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I do hear, but before I give rash credit,<br />
+Or hang too light on belief, which is a sin, father;<br />
+Know I have found 'em gentle, faithful, valiant,<br />
+And am in my particular, bound to 'em,<br />
+I mean to some for my most strange deliverance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Oh Son, the future aims of men, observe me,<br />
+Above their present actions, and their glory,<br />
+Are to be look'd at, the Stars shew many turnings,<br />
+If you could see, mark but with my eyes, pupil;<br />
+These men came hither, as my vision tells me,<br />
+Poor weather-beaten, almost lost, starv'd, feebled,<br />
+Their vessels like themselves, most miserable;<br />
+Made a long sute for traffique, and for comfort,<br />
+To vent their childrens toys, cure their diseases:<br />
+They had their sute, they landed, and to th' rate<br />
+Grew rich and powerful, suckt the fat, and freedom<br />
+Of this most blessed Isle, taught her to tremble,<br />
+Witness the Castle here, the Citadel,<br />
+They have clapt upon the neck of your <i>Tidore</i>,<br />
+This happy Town, till that she knew these strangers,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>To check her when she's jolly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; They have so indeed Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Take heed, take heed, I find your fair delivery,<br />
+Though you be pleas'd to glorifie that fortune,<br />
+And think these strangers gods, take heed I say,<br />
+I find it but a handsome preparation,<br />
+A fair-fac'd Prologue to a further mischief:<br />
+Mark but the end good King, the pin he shoots at<br />
+That was the man deliver'd ye; the mirror,<br />
+Your Sister is his due; what's she, your heir, Sir?<br />
+And what's he a kin then to the kingdom?<br />
+But heirs are not ambitious, who then suffers?<br />
+What reverence shall the gods have? and what justice<br />
+The miserable people? what shall they do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; He points at truth directly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Think of these Son:<br />
+The person, nor the manner I mislike not<br />
+Of your preserver, nor the whole man together,<br />
+Were he but season'd in the Faith we are,<br />
+In our Devotions learn'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; You say right Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; To change our Worships now, and our Religion?<br />
+To be traytor to our God?<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; You have well advised me,<br />
+And I will seriously consider Father,<br />
+In the mean time you shall have your fair access<br />
+Unto my Sister, advise her to your purpose,<br />
+And let me still know how the gods determine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I will, but my main end is to advise<br />
+The destruction of you all, a general ruine,<br />
+<a name="p143_30" id="p143_30" class="fc">And when</a> I am reveng'd, let the gods whistle.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias, <i>and</i> Pyniero.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Indeed, I am right glad ye were not greedy,<br />
+And sudden in performing what I will'd you,<br />
+Upon the person of <i>Armusia</i>,<br />
+I was afraid, for I well knew your valour,<br />
+And love to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas not a fair thing, Uncle,<br />
+It shew'd not handsome, carried no man in it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I must confess 'twas ill; and I abhor it,<br />
+Only this good has risen from this evil;<br />
+I have tried your honesty, and find proof,<br />
+A constancy that will not be corrupted,<br />
+And I much honor it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; This Bell sounds better.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; My anger now, and that disgrace I have suffer'd,<br />
+Shall be more manly vented, and wip'd off,<br />
+And my sick honor cur'd the right and straight way;<br />
+My Sword's in my hand now Nephew, my cause upon it,<br />
+And man to man, one valour to another,<br />
+My hope to his.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Why? this <a name="p144_12" id="p144_12" class="fc">is</a> like <i>Ruy Dias</i>?<br />
+This carries something of some substance in it;<br />
+Some mettle and some man, this sounds a Gentleman;<br />
+And now methinks ye utter what becomes ye;<br />
+To kill men scurvily, 'tis such a dog-trick,<br />
+Such a Rat-catchers occupation&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; It is no better,<br />
+But <i>Pyniero</i>, now&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p144_20" id="p144_20" class="fc">Now you</a> do bravely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; The difference of our States flung by, forgotten,<br />
+The full opinion I have won in service,<br />
+And such respects that may not shew us equal,<br />
+Laid handsomly aside, only our fortunes,<br />
+And single manhoods&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; In a service, Sir,<br />
+Of this most noble nature, all I am,<br />
+If I had ten lives more, those and my fortunes<br />
+Are ready for ye, I had thought ye had forsworn fighting,<br />
+Or banish'd those brave thoughts were wont to wait upon you;<br />
+I am glad to see 'em call'd home agen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; They are Nephew,<br />
+And thou shalt see what fire they carry in them,<br />
+Here, you guess what this means.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Shews a challenge.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Yes very well, Sir,<br />
+A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; As soon as you can find him&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; That will not be long Uncle,<br />
+And o' my conscience he'll be ready as quickly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so<br />
+If you can possible, that we may fight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Nay you shall fight, assure your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Pray ye hear me<br />
+In some such place where it may be possible<br />
+The Princess may behold us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I conceive ye,<br />
+Upon the sand behind the Castle, Sir,<br />
+A place remote enough, and there be windows<br />
+Out of her Lodgings too, or I am mistaken.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd<br />
+Some three hours hence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I will not fail.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Get you home,<br />
+And if you have any things to dispose of,<br />
+Or a few light prayers<br />
+That may befriend you, run 'em over quickly,<br />
+I warrant I'll bring him on.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Farewel Nephew,<br />
+And when we meet again&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I, I, fight handsomly;<br />
+Take a good draught or two of Wine to settle ye,<br />
+Tis an excellent armour for an ill conscience, Uncle;<br />
+I am glad to see this mans conversion,<br />
+I was afraid fair honor had been bed-rid,<br />
+Or beaten out o' th' Island, soldiers, and good ones,<br />
+Intended such base courses? he will fight now;<br />
+And I believe too bravely; I have seen him<br />
+Curry a fellows carkasse handsomely:<br />
+And in the head of a troop, stand as if he had been rooted there,<br />
+Dealing large doles of death; what a rascal was I<br />
+I did not see his Will drawn!<br />
+What does she here?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara.</p>
+
+<p>
+If there be any mischief <a name="p145_35" id="p145_35" class="fc">towards</a>, a woman makes one still;<br />
+Now what new business is for me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I was sending for ye,<br />
+But since we have met so fair,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>You have say'd that labour; I must intreat you, Sir&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Any thing Madam,<br />
+Your Wils are my Commands.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Y'are nobly courteous;<br />
+Upon my better thoughts Signior <i>Pyniero</i>,<br />
+And my more peaceable considerations,<br />
+Which now I find the richer ornaments;<br />
+I wou'd desire you to attempt no farther<br />
+Against the person of the noble stranger,<br />
+In truth I am asham'd of my share in't;<br />
+Nor be incited farther by your Uncle,<br />
+I see it will sit ill upon your person;<br />
+I have considered, and it will shew ugly,<br />
+Carried at best, a most unheard of cruelty;<br />
+Good Sir desist&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; You speak now like a woman,<br />
+And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye;<br />
+But this you must remember&mdash;your command<br />
+Was laid on with a kiss, and seriously<br />
+It must be taken off the same way, Madam,<br />
+Or I stand bound still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; That shall not endanger ye,<br />
+Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; By th' mass 'twas soft and sweet,<br />
+Some bloods would bound now,<br />
+And run a tilt; do not you think bright beauty;<br />
+You have done me in this kiss, a mighty favour,<br />
+And that <a name="p146_27" id="p146_27" class="fc">[I stand]</a> bound by virtue of this honor,<br />
+To do what ever you command me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I think Sir,<br />
+From me these are unusual courtesies,<br />
+And ought to be respected so; there are some,<br />
+And men of no mean rank, would hold themselves<br />
+Not poorly blest to taste of such a bounty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I know there are, that wou'd do many unjust things<br />
+For such a kiss, and yet I hold this modest;<br />
+All villanies, body and soul dispense with,<br />
+For such a provocation, kill their kindred,<br />
+Demolish the fair credits of their Parents;<br />
+Those kisses I am not acquainted with, most certain Madam,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>The appurtenance of this kiss wou'd not provoke me<br />
+To do a mischief, 'tis the devils own <a name="p147_1" id="p147_1" class="fc">dance,</a><br />
+To be kiss'd into cruelty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I am glad you make that use Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I am gladder<br />
+That you made me believe you were cruel,<br />
+For by this hand, I know I am so honest,<br />
+However I deceiv'd ye, 'twas high time too,<br />
+Some common slave might have been set upon it else;<br />
+That willingly I wou'd not kill a dog<br />
+That could but fetch and carry for a woman,<br />
+She must be a good woman made me kick him,<br />
+And that will be hard to find, to kill a man,<br />
+If you will give me leave to get another,<br />
+Or any she that plaid the best game at it,<br />
+And 'fore a womans anger, prefer her fancy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I take it in you well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I thank ye Lady,<br />
+And I shall study to confirm it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Do Sir,<br />
+For this time, and this present cause, I <a name="p147_20" id="p147_20" class="fc">allow</a> it,<br />
+Most holy Sir.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor</i>, Quisana, <i>and</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Bless ye my Royal Daughter,<br />
+And in you, bless this Island Heaven.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Good Aunt,<br />
+What think ye of this man?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Sure h' is a wise man,<br />
+And a Religious, he tells us things have hapened<br />
+So many years ago, almost forgotten,<br />
+As readily as if they were done this hour.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; He tells me Madam,<br />
+Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; A stubborn keeper, and worse fare,<br />
+An open stable, and cold care,<br />
+Will tame a Jade, may be your share.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Bir Lady, a sharp prophet, when this proves good,<br />
+I'll bequeath you a skin to make ye a Hood.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Lady, I would talk with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Do reverend Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; And for your good, for that that must concern ye,<br />
+And give ear wisely to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I shall father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; You are a Princess of that excellence,<br />
+Sweetness, and grace, that Angel-like fair feature,<br />
+Nay, do not blush, I do not flatter you,<br />
+Nor do I dote in telling this, I am amazed Lady,<br />
+And as I think the gods bestow'd these on ye,<br />
+The gods that love ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I confess their bounty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Apply it then to their use, to their honor,<br />
+To them, and to their service give this sweetness;<br />
+They have an instant great use of your goodness;<br />
+You are a Saint esteem'd here for your beauty,<br />
+<a name="p148_16" id="p148_16" class="fc">And many</a> a longing heart&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I seek no fealty,<br />
+Nor will I blemish that, heaven has seal'd on me,<br />
+I know my worth, indeed the <i>Portugals</i><br />
+I have at those commands, and their last services,<br />
+Nay, even their lives, so much I think my handsomness,<br />
+That what I shall enjoyn&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Use it discreetly.<br />
+For I perceive ye understand me rightly,<br />
+For here the gods regard your help, and suddainly;<br />
+The <i>Portugals</i>, like sharp thorns (mark me Lady)<br />
+Stick in our sides, like Razors, wound Religion,<br />
+Draw deep, they wound, till the Life-bloud follows,<br />
+Our gods they spurn at, and their worships scorn,<br />
+A mighty hand they bear upon our government,<br />
+These are the men your miracle must work on,<br />
+Your heavenly form, either to root them out,<br />
+Which as you may <a name="p148_33" id="p148_33" class="fc">endeavour</a> will be easie,<br />
+Remember whose great cause you have to execute,<br />
+To nip their memory, that may not spring more,<br />
+Or fairly bring 'em home to our devotions,<br />
+Which will be blessed, and for which you sainted,<br />
+But cannot be, and they go; let me buzle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Go up with me,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>Where we'll converse more privately;<br />
+I'll shew ye shortly how I hold their temper;<br />
+And in what chain thir souls.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Keep fast that hold still,<br />
+And either bring that chain, and those bound in it,<br />
+And link it to our gods, and their fair worships.<br />
+Or Daughter, pinch their hearts apieces with it,<br />
+I'll wait upon your grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Come reverend father.<br />
+Wait you below.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Quisar. <i>and Gov.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; If this Prophet were a young thing,<br />
+I should suspect him now, he cleaves so close to her;<br />
+These holy Coats are long, and <a name="p149_12" id="p149_12" class="fc">hide iniquities</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Away, away fool, a poor wretch.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; These poor ones<br />
+Warm but their stomachs once&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; Come in, thou art foolish.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Quisania <i>and</i> Panura.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, Emanuel, <a name="p149_18" id="p149_18" class="fc"><i>and</i></a> Pyniero.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I am sorry, Sir, my fortune is so stubborn,<br />
+To court my sword against my Countreyman;<br />
+I love my Nation well, and where I find<br />
+A <i>Portugal</i> of noble Name and Virtue,<br />
+I am his humble servant, Signior <i>Pyniero</i>,<br />
+Your person, nor your Uncles am I angry with,<br />
+You are both fair Gentlemen in my opinion,<br />
+And I protest, I had rather use my sword<br />
+In your defences, than against your safeties;<br />
+'Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies,<br />
+When we seek foes among our selves.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; You are injured,<br />
+And you must make the best on't now, and readiest&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd<br />
+To his desire that call'd me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Ye speak honestly,<br />
+And I could wish ye had met on terms more friendly,<br />
+But it cannot now be so.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Turn Sir, and see.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I have kept my word with ye Uncle,<br />
+The Gentleman is ready.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor, and</i> Quisara <i>above</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Ye are welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie,<br />
+I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me,<br />
+And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye,<br />
+The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me;<br />
+Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; That's a proud word,<br />
+More than your faith can justifie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Sure they will fight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; She's there, I am happy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another,<br />
+These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings<br />
+Will tumble quickly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; How temperate <i>Armusia</i>!<br />
+No more, be quiet yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I am not bloody,<br />
+Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me,<br />
+But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess,<br />
+I am resolv'd to fight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Fight home <i>Armusia</i>,<br />
+For if thou faint'st, or fall'st&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Do ye make all vantages?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,<br />
+Nor look not for thy mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I am arm'd then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; And good <a name="p150_30" id="p150_30" class="fc"><i>Emanuel</i> stir not&mdash;</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Ye speak fitly,<br />
+For we had not stood idle else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I am sorry for't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; But since you will have it so&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Come Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I wait ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I marry, this looks handsomely,<br />
+This is warm work.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Both fall and't be thy Will.      <span class="ralign">[Ruy <i>falls</i>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; My Uncle dead?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Stand still, or my swords in&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Now brave <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly<br />
+Your own spite has condemn'd ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Hold <i>Armusia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Most happy Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Hold, and let him rise,<br />
+Spare him for me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; A long life may he enjoy, Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Peace father, I work for the best; <a name="p151_12" id="p151_12" class="fc"><i>Armusia</i>,</a><br />
+Be in the Garden an hour hence.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Qu. <i>and Gov.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I shall Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,<br />
+So brave a mingled temper saw I never.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you,<br />
+If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy?<br />
+Under one had taken vantage of your shame too?<br />
+Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye,<br />
+Or glorying in the pride of such a victory,<br />
+That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman<br />
+How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down?<br />
+'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd;<br />
+To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal;<br />
+Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; It may be<br />
+You think my tongue may prove your enemy;<br />
+And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery,<br />
+May take a License to disable ye:<br />
+Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty,<br />
+That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury,<br />
+And I shall right you in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Can you have more, Uncle?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly,<br />
+That I shall ever love the hand that did it:<br />
+Fortune may make me worthy of some title<br />
+That may be near your friend,<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I must leave ye,<br />
+But with so hearty love; and pray be confident,<br />
+I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Arm. <i>and</i> Em.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor,<br />
+And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes,<br />
+And unjust ends, good heaven is angry <a name="p152_6" id="p152_6" class="fc">with ye</a>;<br />
+Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss,<br />
+And let these trinkets go.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; You teach well Nephew,<br />
+Now to be <a name="p152_10" id="p152_10" class="fc">honourabl[e]</a> even with this Gentleman,<br />
+Shall be my business, and my ends his.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor and King.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly,<br />
+To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up,<br />
+Upon his person too, your state is sunk else:<br />
+You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude,<br />
+And let a simple tenderness besot ye:<br />
+I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him,<br />
+Attempting your brave Sister, privately,<br />
+Mark but his high behaviour then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I will Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; And with scorn, I fear contempt too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I hope not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I will not name a lust;<br />
+It may be that also;<br />
+A little force must be applyed upon him,<br />
+Now, now applyed, a little force to humble <a name="p152_27" id="p152_27" class="fc">him.</a><br />
+These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Take heed ye wrong him not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Take heed to your safety,<br />
+I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,<br />
+Or think I come un-sent&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; No, I'll go with you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia, Quisara.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at,<br />
+Either in my obedience, or my service,<br />
+That may deserve your love, or win a liking,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously,<br />
+Take pleasure in your <a name="p153_1" id="p153_1" class="fc">Will</a>, even in your anger,<br />
+Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy;<br />
+I study new humility to please ye,<br />
+And take a kind of joy in my afflictions,<br />
+Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows:<br />
+Pray Madam but consider&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I do Sir,<br />
+And to that honest end I drew thee hither;<br />
+I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can,<br />
+And know it is a justice to requite you:<br />
+I know ye love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; If ever love was mortal,<br />
+And dwelt in man, and for that love command me,<br />
+So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady,<br />
+Something of such a greatness to allow me,<br />
+Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too:<br />
+'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven,<br />
+Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Governor, and King.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,<br />
+Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I dare believe your worth without additions;<br />
+But since you are so liberal of your love Sir,<br />
+And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it,<br />
+Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me<br />
+At such an easie rate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I am prepared still,<br />
+And if I shrink&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I know ye are no coward,<br />
+This is the utmost trial of your constancy,<br />
+And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir;<br />
+You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me,<br />
+Doubted or dangerous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; There's nothing, nothing:<br />
+Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell you then, change your Religion.<br />
+And be of one belief with me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Mark,<br />
+Worship our Gods, renounce that faith <a name="p154_1" id="p154_1" class="fc">ye</a> are bred in;<br />
+'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly;<br />
+And humbly on your knees&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Ha? I'll be hang'd first.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Offer as we do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; To the devil Lady?<br />
+Offer to him I hate? I know the devil.<br />
+To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;<br />
+To every bird that flies, and every worm.<br />
+How terribly I shake! Is this the venture?<br />
+The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been?<br />
+And how forgot my self? how lost my memory?<br />
+When did I pray, or look up stedfastly?<br />
+Had any goodness in my heart to guide me?<br />
+That I should give this vantage to mine enemy;<br />
+The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, I know ye love me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Love ye this way?<br />
+This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; My Love and Life are one way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Love alone then, and mine another way,<br />
+I'll love diseases first,<br />
+Doat on a villain that would cut my throat,<br />
+Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty.<br />
+Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring!<br />
+Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker!<br />
+How have I slept like Cork upon a water,<br />
+And had no feeling of the storm that tost me!<br />
+Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance,<br />
+Eternity of blessedness for a woman!<br />
+For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?<br />
+As great and full of hopes as yours?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; They are puppets.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides;<br />
+You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad,<br />
+Subject to age; and how can they cure us,<br />
+That are not able to refine themselves?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>
+<i>Quis.</i> &nbsp; The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,<br />
+And their bright influences we believe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Away fool,<br />
+I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon,<br />
+That gives those bodies light and influence;<br />
+That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions;<br />
+They are not so great as we, they are our servants,<br />
+Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us <a name="p155_7" id="p155_7" class="fc">knowledge</a><br />
+Of when and how the <a name="p155_8b" id="p155_8b" class="fc">swellings</a> of the <a name="p155_8a" id="p155_8a" class="fc">main are</a>,<br />
+And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards<br />
+To make the earth fat, with their influence,<br />
+That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us.<br />
+Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?<br />
+For her embraces bring my soul to ruin?<br />
+I look'd you should have said, make me a <i>Christian</i>,<br />
+Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman;<br />
+That labor truly <a name="p155_16" id="p155_16" class="fc">to perform</a>, that venture,<br />
+The crown of all great trial, and the fairest:<br />
+I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it,<br />
+Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters<br />
+Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd<br />
+You should have brought me your chief god ye worship,<br />
+He that you offer humane bloud and life to,<br />
+And make a sacrifice of him to memory,<br />
+Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Now you may see.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Take heed, you goe too far, Sir,<br />
+And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye,<br />
+And to that end I let you storm a little;<br />
+I know there must be some strife in your bosom<br />
+To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back:<br />
+I know old friends cannot part suddainly,<br />
+There will be some left still, yet I must have ye,<br />
+Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self<br />
+For looking on that face lasciviously,<br />
+And it looks ugly now me thinks.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; How <i>Portugal</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me;<br />
+Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins,<br />
+Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully<br />
+The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd;<br />
+Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman,<br />
+That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in,<br />
+To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye,<br />
+Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers,<br />
+And where I meet your <i>Mahumet</i> gods, I'll swing 'em<br />
+Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles,<br />
+Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples.<br />
+And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish<br />
+Your shambles of wild worships.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Now, now you hear Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I will have my faith, since you are so crafty,<br />
+The glorious cross, although I love your brother;<br />
+Let him frown too, I will have my devotion,<br />
+And let your whole State storm.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Enter and take him;<br />
+I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Be sure you bind him fast.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; But use him nobly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,<br />
+And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Methinks I hate 'em now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; To our Religion,<br />
+To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious<br />
+To threaten them.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Use all your violence,<br />
+I ask no mercy, nor repent my words:<br />
+I spit at your best powers; I serve one,<br />
+Will give me strength to scourge your gods.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Away with him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,<br />
+That never more their bloudy memories&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Clap him close up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Good friend be cooler.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Never;<br />
+Your painted Sister I despise too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Softly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>Mock her blind purposes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; You must be temperate;<br />
+Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Christophero, <i>and</i> Pedro (<i>at one door</i>) Emanuel,
+<i>and</i> &nbsp; Soza, (<i>at another</i>).</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; Do you know the news Gentlemen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,<br />
+How to prevent it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Is this the love they bear us,<br />
+For our late benefit? taken so maliciously,<br />
+And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ch.</i> &nbsp; It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,<br />
+'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I know,<br />
+They may think to doe wonders, aim at all,<br />
+And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands:<br />
+But if we be our selves, honest and resolute,<br />
+And continue but Masters of our antient courages,<br />
+Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now,<br />
+We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery;<br />
+Begin to strike at him, they are all <a name="p157_25" id="p157_25" class="fc">bound too?</a><br />
+To cancel his deserts? what must we look for<br />
+If they can carry this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; I'll carry coals then;<br />
+I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen,<br />
+But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals,<br />
+These barbarous slaves.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ch.</i> &nbsp; Shall we go charge 'em presently?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy,<br />
+We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends,<br />
+And sure offence, we lose our angers else,<br />
+And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Did you see mine Uncle? <a name="p158_2" id="p158_2" class="fc">plague o'</a> these <i>Barbarians</i>,<br />
+How the rogues stick in my teeth, I know ye are angry,<br />
+So I am too, monstrous angry, Gentlemen,<br />
+I am angry, that I choak agen.<br />
+You hear <i>Armusia's</i> up, honest <i>Arm</i>:<br />
+Clapt up in prison, friends, the brave <i>Arm</i>:<br />
+Here are fine boys.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; We hope he shall not stay there.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Stay, no, he must not stay, no talk of staying,<br />
+These are no times to stay; are not these rascals?<br />
+Speak, I beseech ye speak, are they not Rogues?<br />
+Think some abominable names&mdash;are they not devils?<br />
+But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em&mdash;fusty villains.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ch.</i> &nbsp; They are a kind of hounds.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Hounds were their fathers;<br />
+Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds&mdash;Lord, where's my Uncle?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; But what shall be done, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Done?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Yes, to relieve him;<br />
+If it be not sudden they may take his life too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; They dare as soon take fire and swallow it,<br />
+Take stakes and thrust into their tails for glisters:<br />
+His life, why 'tis a thing worth all the Islands,<br />
+And they know will be rated at that value;<br />
+His very imprisonment will make the Town <a name="p158_26" id="p158_26" class="fc">stink</a>,<br />
+And shake and stink, I have physick in my hand for 'em<br />
+Shall give the goblins such a purge&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Your Uncle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye;<br />
+They say <i>Armusia</i>'s prisoner.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis most certain.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Upon what cause?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; He has deserv'd too much, Sir;<br />
+The old heathen policie has light upon him.<br />
+And paid him home.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; A most unnoble dealing.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; You are the next, if you can carry it tamely,<br />
+He has deserved of all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I must confess it,<br />
+Of me so nobly too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I am glad to hear it,<br />
+You have a time now to make good your confession,<br />
+Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion,<br />
+Now to redeem all, now to thank his courtesie,<br />
+Now to make those believe that held you backward,<br />
+And an ill instrument, you are a Gentleman,<br />
+An honest man, and you dare love your <a name="p159_10" id="p159_10" class="fc">Natio[n]</a>,<br />
+Dare stick to virtue, though she be opprest,<br />
+And for her own fair sake, step to her rescue:<br />
+If you live ages, Sir, and lose this hour,<br />
+Not now redeem, and vindicate your honor<br />
+Your life will be a murmure, and no man in't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; I thank ye nephew, come along with me Gentlemen,<br />
+We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately:<br />
+We are Masters of the Fort yet, we shall see<br />
+What that can do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Let it but spit fire finely,<br />
+And play their turrets, and their painted Palaces,<br />
+A frisking round or two, that they may trip it;<br />
+And caper in the air.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Come, we'll do something<br />
+Shall make 'em look about, we'll send 'em plums,<br />
+If they be not too hard for their teeth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And fine Potatoes<br />
+Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir<br />
+Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; They shall see<br />
+There is no safe retreat in villany;<br />
+Come, be high-hearted all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; We are all on fire, Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter King and Governor.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not,<br />
+Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me,<br />
+The timely noble pity&mdash;why should I<br />
+See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesie,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand set me free?<br />
+Why should it come from me? why I command this?<br />
+Shall not all tongues and truths call me unthankful?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain<br />
+It had been in your power, and your discretion<br />
+To have turn'd it into mercy, and forgiven it,<br />
+And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude,<br />
+Timely, and nobly taken; but since the cause<br />
+Concerns the honor of our gods, and their Title,<br />
+And so transcends your power, and your compassion,<br />
+A little your own safety, if you saw it too,<br />
+If your too fond indulgence did not dazle you,<br />
+It cannot now admit a private pitty;<br />
+'Tis in their Wills, their Mercies, or Revenges,<br />
+And these revolts in you, shew mere rebellions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; They are mild and pittiful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; To those repent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Their nature's soft and tender.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; To true hearts.<br />
+That feel compunction for their trespasses:<br />
+This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction<br />
+And demolition of their Arms and Worship,<br />
+Spits at their powers; take heed ye be not found, Sir,<br />
+And mark'd a favourer of their dishonor;<br />
+They use no common justice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; What shall I do<br />
+To deserve of this man&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; If ye more bemoan him,<br />
+Or mitigate your power to preserve him,<br />
+I'll curse ye from the gods, call up their vengeance.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Quisara <i>with her hands bound</i>, Quisana, Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+And fling it on your Land and you, I have charge <a name="p160_31" id="p160_31" class="fc">[for't;]</a><br />
+I hope to wrack you all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; What ails my Sister?<br />
+Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?<br />
+Who does do this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisan.</i> &nbsp; We did it, pardon Sir,<br />
+And for her preservation&mdash;She is grown wild,<br />
+And raving on the strangers love and honor,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>Sometimes crying out help, help, they will torture him,<br />
+They will take his life, they will murder him presently,<br />
+If we had not prevented violently<br />
+Have laid hands on her own life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; These are tokens,<br />
+The gods displeasure is gone out, be quick,<br />
+And e'r it fall, doe something to appease 'em.<br />
+You know the sacrifice&mdash;I am glad it works thus.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisa.</i> &nbsp; How low and base thou lookst now, that wert noble!<br />
+No figure of a King, methinks shews on you.<br />
+No face of Majesty, foul, swarth ingratitude<br />
+Has taken off thy sweetness, base forgetfulness<br />
+Of mighty benefits, has turned thee Devil:<br />
+Thou hast persecuted goodness, innocence;<br />
+And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue,<br />
+On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us;<br />
+Thou hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose least merit,<br />
+Pois'd with thy main Estate, thou canst not satisfie,<br />
+Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light still:<br />
+What hast thou done?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Goe for him presently,<br />
+And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly:<br />
+If not, let nothing she says hinder ye, or stir ye;<br />
+She speaks distractedly&mdash;Do that the gods command ye,<br />
+Do you know what ye say Lady?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; I could curse thee too,<br />
+Religion and severity has steel'd thee,<br />
+Has turn'd thy heart to stone; thou hast made the gods hard too,<br />
+Against their sweet and patient natures, cruel:<br />
+None of ye feel what bravery ye tread on?<br />
+What innocence? what beauty?<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Pray be patient.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; What honourable things ye cast behind <a name="p161_32" id="p161_32" class="fc">[ye]</a>?<br />
+What monuments of man?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Armusia <i>and Guard</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Once more <i>Armusia</i>,<br />
+Because I love ye tenderly and dearly,<br />
+And would be glad to win ye mine, I wish ye,<br />
+Even from my heart I wish and wooe ye&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; What Sir,<br />
+Take heed how ye perswade me falsly, then ye hate me:<br />
+Take heed how ye intrap me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I advise ye,<br />
+And tenderly and truly I advise ye,<br />
+Both for your souls health, and your safety.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Stay,<br />
+And name my soul no more, she is too precious,<br />
+Too glorious for <a name="p162_8" id="p162_8" class="fc">you[r]</a> flatteries, too secure too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor<br />
+That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; They are not to be consider'd in these cases,<br />
+Not to be nam'd when souls are question'd;<br />
+They are vain and flying vapors&mdash;touch my life,<br />
+'Tis ready for ye, put it to what test<br />
+It shall please ye, I am patient; but for the rest<br />
+You may remove Rocks with your little fingers,<br />
+Or blow a Mountain out o' th' way, with bellows,<br />
+As soon as stir my faith; use no more arguments.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; We must use tortures then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Your worst and painfull'st<br />
+I am joyful to accept.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; You must the sharpest,<br />
+For such has been your hate against our Deities<br />
+Delivered openly, your threats and scornings,<br />
+And either your repentance must be mighty,<br />
+Which is your free conversion to our customs,<br />
+Or equal punishment which is your life, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; I am glad I have it for ye, take it Priest,<br />
+And all the miseries that shall attend it:<br />
+Let the gods glut themselves with Christian bloud,<br />
+It will be ask'd again, and so far followed,<br />
+So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice,<br />
+Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it;<br />
+Your Altars and your Temples shake to nothing;<br />
+And you false worshipers, blind fools of ceremony,<br />
+Shall seek for holes to hide your heads, and fears in,<br />
+For seas to swallow you from this destruction,<br />
+Darkness to dwell about ye, and conceal ye;<br />
+Your mothers womb agen&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Make the fires ready,<br />
+And bring the several tortures out.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Stand fast, Sir,<br />
+And fear 'em not, you that have stept so nobly<br />
+Into this pious Trial, start not now,<br />
+Keep on your way, a Virgin will assist ye,<br />
+A Virgin won by your fair constancy,<br />
+And glorying that she is won so, will dye by ye:<br />
+I have touch'd ye every way, tried ye most honest,<br />
+Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing chaste, and temperate,<br />
+Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, stayed,<br />
+No rage, or light affection ruling in you:<br />
+Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find ye,<br />
+The temple of true honor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Whether will she?<br />
+What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Your Faith, and your Religion must be like ye,<br />
+They that can shew you these, must be pure mirrors,<br />
+When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains?<br />
+I do embrace your faith, Sir, and your fortune;<br />
+Go on, I will assist ye, I feel a sparkle here,<br />
+A lively spark that kindles my affection,<br />
+And tells me it will rise to flames of glory:<br />
+Let 'em put on their angers, suffer nobly,<br />
+Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct me;<br />
+And if I follow not&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Oh blessed Lady,<br />
+Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph,<br />
+Come clap your terrors on.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; All your fell tortures.<br />
+For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother,<br />
+I swear by <a name="p163_31" id="p163_31" class="fc">a</a> new faith, which is most sacred,<br />
+And I will keep it so, but I will follow in,<br />
+And follow to a scruple of affliction,<br />
+In spight of all your gods without prevention.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Death! she amazes me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; What shall be done now?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; They must dye both,<br />
+And suddenly, they will corrupt all else;<br />
+This woman makes me weary of my mischief,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>She shakes me, and she staggers me, go in Sir,<br />
+I'll see the execution.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Kin.</i> &nbsp; Not so suddain:<br />
+If they go, all my Friends and Sisters perish.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Wou'd I were safe at home agen.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Messenger.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mes.</i> &nbsp; Arm, arm, Sir,<br />
+Seek for defence, the Castle plays and thunders,<br />
+The Town Rocks, and the houses fly i' th' air,<br />
+The people dye for fear&mdash;Captain <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+Has made an oath he will not leave a stone here;<br />
+No, not the memory, here has stood a City,<br />
+Unless <i>Armusia</i> be deliver'd fairly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I have my fears: what can our gods do now for us?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Be patient, but keep him still: he is a cure, Sir,<br />
+Against both Rage and Cannon: goe and fortifie,<br />
+Call in the Princess, make the Palace sure,<br />
+And let 'em know you are a King: look nobly;<br />
+And take <a name="p164_18" id="p164_18" class="fc">you[r]</a> courage to ye; keep close the prisoner,<br />
+And under command, we are betraid else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; How joyfully I goe!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Take my heart with thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I hold a Wolf by the ear now:<br />
+Fortune free me.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter four Towns-men.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; Heaven bless us,<br />
+What a thund'ring's here! what fire-spitting!<br />
+We cannot drink, but our Cans are mauld amongst us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd they would mall our scores too:<br />
+Shame o' their Guns, I thought they had been bird-pots,<br />
+Or great Candle-cases, how devilishly they bounce,<br />
+And how the Bullets borrow a piece of a house here,<br />
+There another, and mend those up agen<br />
+With another Parish; here flies a poudring-tub,<br />
+The meat ready rosted, and there a barrel pissing vinegar,<br />
+And they two over-taking the top of a high Steeple,<br />
+Newly slic'd off for a Sallet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp; A vengeance fire 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Nay, they fire fast enough;<br />
+You need not help 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>4.</i> &nbsp; Are these the <i>Portugal</i> Bulls&mdash;<br />
+How loud they bellow!<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; Their horns are plaguy strong, they push down Palaces<br />
+They toss our little habitations like whelps,<br />
+Like grindle-tails, with their heels upward;<br />
+All the windows i'th Town dance a new Trenchmore,<br />
+'Tis like to prove a blessed age for Glasiers,<br />
+I met a hand, and a Letter in't, in great haste,<br />
+And by and by, a single leg running after it,<br />
+As if the arm had forgot part of <a name="p165_11" id="p165_11" class="fc">his errand</a>,<br />
+Heads flie like Foot-balls every where.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1.</i> &nbsp; What shall we do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; I care not, my shop's cancell'd,<br />
+And all the Pots, and earthen Pans in't vanish't:<br />
+There was a single Bullet, and they together by the ears;<br />
+You would have thought <i>Tom Tumbler</i> had been there,<br />
+And all his troop of devils.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3.</i> &nbsp; Let's to the King,<br />
+And get this Gentleman deliver'd handsomly:<br />
+By this hand, there's no walking above ground else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2.</i> &nbsp; By this leg&mdash;let me swear nimbly by it,<br />
+For I know not how long I shall owe it,<br />
+If I were out o'th' Town once, if I came in agen to<br />
+Fetch my breakfast, I will give 'em leave to cramm me<br />
+With a <i>Portugal</i> Pudding: Come; let's doe any thing<br />
+To appease this thunder.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero <i>and</i> Panura.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Art sure it was that blind Priest?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Yes most certain,<br />
+He has provok'd all this; the King is merciful,<br />
+And wond'rous loving; but he fires him on still,<br />
+And when he cools, enrages him, I know it:<br />
+Threatens new vengeance, and the gods fierce justice<br />
+When he but looks with fair eyes on <i>Armusia</i>,<br />
+Will lend him no time to relent; my royal Mistriss,<br />
+She has entertain'd a <i>Christian</i> hope.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Speak truly.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Nay, 'tis most true, but Lord! how he lies at her,<br />
+And threatens her, and flatters her, and damns her,<br />
+And I fear, if not speedily prevented,<br />
+If she continue stout, both shall be executed,<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I'll kiss thee for this news, nay more <i>Panura</i>,<br />
+If thou wilt give me leave I'll get thee with <i>Christian</i>,<br />
+The best way to convert thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Make me believe so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I will y'faith. But which way cam'st thou hither?<br />
+The Pallace is close guarded, and barricado'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; I came through a private vault, which few there know of;<br />
+It rises in a Temple not far hence,<br />
+Close by the Castle here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; How&mdash;To what end?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; A good one:<br />
+To give ye knowledge of my new-born Mistriss;<br />
+And in what doubt <i>Armusia</i> stands,<br />
+Think any present means, or hope to stop 'em<br />
+From their fell ends: the Princes are come in too,<br />
+And they are harden'd also.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; The damn'd Priest&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pan.</i> &nbsp; Sure he's a cruel man, methinks Religion<br />
+Should teach more temperate Lessons.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; He the fire-brand?<br />
+He dare to touch at such fair lives as theirs are?<br />
+Well Prophet, I shall prophesie, I shall catch ye,<br />
+When all your Prophecies will not redeem ye?<br />
+Wilt thou do one thing bravely?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; Any good I am able.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And by thine own white hand, I'll swear thou art virtuous,<br />
+And a brave wench, durst thou but guide me presently,<br />
+Through the same vault thou cam'st, into the Pallace<br />
+And those I shall appoint, such as I think fit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; Yes I will do it, and suddainly, and truly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd fain behold this Prophet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; Now I have ye:<br />
+And shall bring ye where ye shall behold him,<br />
+Alone too, and unfurnish'd of defences:<br />
+That shall be my care; but you must not betray me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Dost thou think we are so base, such slaves, rogues?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; I do not:<br />
+And you shall see how fairly I'll work for ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I must needs steal that Priest,<br />
+Steal him, and hang him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; Do any thing to remove his mischief, strangle him&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Come prethee love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; You'll offer me no foul play?<br />
+The Vault is dark.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas well remember'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; And ye may&mdash;<br />
+But I hold ye honest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Honest enough I warrant thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; I am but a poor weak wench; and what with the place,<br />
+And your perswasions Sir&mdash;but I hope you will not;<br />
+You know we are often cozen'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; If thou dost fear me,<br />
+Why dost thou put me in mind?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; To let you know Sir,<br />
+Though it be in your power, and things fitting to it,<br />
+Yet a true Gent&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I know what he'll do:<br />
+Come and remember me, and I'll answer thee,<br />
+I'll answer thee to the full; we'll call at th' Castle,<br />
+And then my good guide, do thy Will; sha't find me<br />
+A very tractable man!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pa.</i> &nbsp; I hope I shall Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bakam, Syana, <i>and Soldiers</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bak.</i> &nbsp; Let my men guard the Gates.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Syan.</i> &nbsp; And mine the Temple,<br />
+For fear the honor of our gods should suffer,<br />
+And on your lives be watchful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; And be valiant;<br />
+And let's see, if these <i>Portugals</i> dare enter;<br />
+What their high hearts dare do: Let's see how readily,<br />
+The great <i>Ruy Dias</i> will redeem his Countrey-men;<br />
+He speaks proud words, and threatens.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sy.</i> &nbsp; He is approv'd, Sir,<br />
+And will put fair for what he promises;<br />
+I could wish friendlier terms,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>Yet for our liberties and for our gods,<br />
+We are bound in our best service<br />
+Even in the hazard of our lives.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter the King above.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Come up Princes,<br />
+And give your counsels, and your helps: the Fort still<br />
+Plays fearfully upon us, beats our buildings,<br />
+And turns our people wild with fears.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Send for the prisoner,<br />
+And give us leave to argue.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Ba. <i>and</i> Sy. <i>then</i>,</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias, Emanuel, Christoph. Pedro, <i>with Sold</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Come on nobly,<br />
+And let the Fort play still, we are<br />
+Strong enough to look upon 'em,<br />
+And return at pleasure; it may<br />
+Be on our view they will return him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Chr.</i> &nbsp; We will return 'em such thanks else,<br />
+Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; How the people stare,<br />
+And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:<br />
+But it is the King&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, <i>with Soldiers above</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I cannot blame their wisdoms.<br />
+They are all above, <i>Armusia</i> chain'd and bound too?<br />
+Oh, these are <a name="p168_25" id="p168_25" class="fc">tha[n]kful</a> Squires.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ba.</i> &nbsp; Hear us <i>Ruy</i> <a name="p168_26" id="p168_26" class="fc"><i>Di</i>[<i>a</i>]<i>s</i></a>,<br />
+Be wise and hear us, and give speedy answer,<br />
+Command thy Cannon presently to cease,<br />
+No more to trouble the afflicted people,<br />
+Or suddainly <i>Armusia's</i> head goes off;<br />
+As suddainly as said.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Em.</i> &nbsp; Stay Sir, be moderate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Do nothing that's dishonourable <i>Ruy Dyas</i><br />
+Let not the fear of me, master thy valour;<br />
+Pursue 'em still, they are base malicious people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Friend, be not desperate.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; I scorn your courtesies;<br />
+Strike when you dare, a fair arm guide the Gunner<br />
+And may he let flie still with fortune: friend,<br />
+Do me the honor of a Soldiers funerals,<br />
+The last fair <i>Christian</i> right, see me i'th' ground,<br />
+And let the Palace burn first, then the Temples,<br />
+And on their scorn'd gods, erect my monument:<br />
+Touch not the Princess, as you are a Soldier.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Quisar.</i> &nbsp; Which way you goe, Sir,<br />
+I must follow necessary.<br />
+One life, and one death.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Will you take a truce yet?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pyniero, Soza, <i>and Soldiers</i>, <i>with the Governor</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; No, no, go on:<br />
+Look here, your god, your prophet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; How came he taken?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; I conjur'd for him, King.<br />
+I am a sure Curr at an old blind Prophet.<br />
+I'll haunt ye such a false knave admirably,<br />
+A terrier I; I eartht him, and then snapt him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Soz.</i> &nbsp; Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,<br />
+E'en out of the next chamber to ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, begin King,<br />
+Begin this bloudy matter when you dare;<br />
+And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal,<br />
+I'll tear him thus before ye. Ha?<br />
+What art thou?      <span class="lbrace">{ <i>Pulls his Beard and hair off.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; How's this!<br />
+Art thou a Prophet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; Come down Princes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; We are abus'd&mdash;<br />
+Oh my most dear <i>Armusia</i>&mdash;<br />
+Off with his chains. And now my noble Sister,<br />
+Rejoyce with me, I know ye are pleas'd as I am.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,<br />
+What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; Why what a wretch<br />
+Art thou to work this mischief?<br />
+To assume this holy shape to ruine honor,<br />
+Honor and chastity?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter King, and all from above.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; I had paid you all,<br />
+But fortune plaid the slut. Come,<br />
+Give me my doom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; I cannot speak for wonder.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gov.</i> &nbsp; Nay, 'tis I Sir,<br />
+And here I stay your sentence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Take her friend,<br />
+You have half perswaded me to be a <i>Christian</i>,<br />
+And with her all the joyes, and all the blessings.<br />
+Why what dream have we dwelt in?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ru.</i> &nbsp; All peace to ye,<br />
+And all the happiness of heart dwell with ye,<br />
+Children as sweet and noble as their Parents.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Py.</i> &nbsp; And Kings at least.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ar.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, forget my rashness.<br />
+And noble <a name="p170_17" id="p170_17" class="fc">Princess[e]</a>, for I was once angry,<br />
+And out of that, might utter some distemper,<br />
+Think not 'tis my nature.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sya.</i> &nbsp; Your joy is ours, Sir.<br />
+And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; To prison with this dog, there let him houl,<br />
+And if he can repent, sigh out his villanies:<br />
+His Island we shall seize into our hands,<br />
+His Father and himself have both usurp'd it,<br />
+And kept it by oppression; the Town and Castle,<br />
+In which I lay my self most miserable,<br />
+Till my most honourable friend redeem'd me,<br />
+Signior <i>Pyniero</i>, I bestow on you,<br />
+The rest of next command upon these Gentlemen,<br />
+Upon ye, all my love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arm.</i> &nbsp; Oh brave <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br />
+You have started now beyond me. I must thank ye,<br />
+And thank ye for my life, my wife and honor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ruy.</i> &nbsp; I am glad I had her for you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>King.</i> &nbsp; Come Princes,<br />
+Come Friends and Lovers all, come noble Gentlemen,<br />
+No more Guns now, nor hates, but joyes and triumphs,<br />
+An universal gladness fly about us:<br />
+And know however subtle men dare cast,<br />
+And promise wrack, the gods give peace at last.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>
+<h2><small>THE</small><br />
+
+<big>NOBLE GENTLEMAN.</big><br />
+
+<a name="p171_3" id="p171_3" class="fc"></a>A Comedy.</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<div class="blockquot">
+<h3>The Persons represented in the Play.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Monsieur Marine, <i>the Noble Gent. but none of the wisest</i>.<br />
+Jaques, <i>an old servant to</i> Marine's <i>family</i>.<br />
+Clerimont, <i>a Gull</i>, <i>Cosin to Monsieur</i> Marine.<br />
+A Gentleman, <i>Servant to</i> Marine's <i>wife</i>.<br />
+<a name="p171_13" id="p171_13" class="fc">Lo[n]gueville</a>, <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>two Courtiers that plot to abuse</i> Marine.</span><br />
+Beaufort,<br />
+Shattillion, <i>a Lord</i>, <i>mad for Love</i>.<br />
+Doctor.<br />
+Page.<br />
+Gentlemen.<br />
+Servants.<br />
+Duke.<br />
+</p>
+
+<h4>WOMEN.</h4>
+<p>
+Marine's <i>Wife</i>, <i>a witty wanton</i>.<br />
+Clerimont's <i>Wife</i>, <i>a simple countrey Gentlewoman</i>.<br />
+Shattillion's <i>Mistriss</i>, <i>a virtuous Virgin</i>.<br />
+Maria, <i>Servant to</i> Marine's <i>wife</i>.<br />
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="bbt">
+<h3>The Scene France.</h3>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<h3>PROLOGUE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>Wit is become an Antick, and puts on<br />
+As many shapes of variation,<br />
+To court the times applause, as the times dare,<br />
+Change several fashions, nothing is thought rare<br />
+Which is not new, and follow'd, yet we know<br />
+That what was worn some twenty years agoe,<br />
+Comes into grace again, and we pursue<br />
+That custom, by presenting to your view<br />
+A Play in fashion then, not doubting now<br />
+But 'twill appear the same, if you allow<br />
+Worth to their noble memory, whose name,<br />
+Beyond all power of death, live in their fame.</i><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p>
+<h3><i>Actus Primus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Gentleman</i> <a name="p172_2" id="p172_2" class="fc"><i>a</i>[<i>n</i>]<i>d</i></a> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; What happiness waits on the life at Court,<br />
+What dear content, greatness, delight and ease!<br />
+What ever-springing hopes, what tides of honor!<br />
+That raise their fortunes to the height of wishes!<br />
+What can be more in man, what more in nature,<br />
+Than to be great and fear'd? A Courtier,<br />
+A noble Courtier, 'Tis a name that draws<br />
+Wonder and duty from all eyes and knees.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; And so your Worships Land within the Walls,<br />
+Where you shall have it all inclos'd, and sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Peace knave; dull creature, bred of sweat and smoke,<br />
+These mysteries are far above thy faith:<br />
+But thou shalt see&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; And then I shall believe;<br />
+Your fair revenues, turn'd into fair suits;<br />
+I shall believe your Tenant's bruis'd and rent<br />
+Under the weight of Coaches, all your state<br />
+Drawn through the streets in triumph, suits for places<br />
+Plied with a Mine of Gold, and being got<br />
+Fed with a great stream. I shall believe all this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; You shall believe, and know me glorious.<br />
+Cosin, good day and health.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Cosin.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cosin.</i> &nbsp; The same to you, Sir,<br />
+And more, without my wishes, could you know<br />
+What calm content dwels in a private house:<br />
+Yet look into your self, retire: this place<br />
+Of promises, and protestations, fits<br />
+Minds only bent <a name="p172_31" id="p172_31" class="fc">[t]o</a> ruin, you should know this,<br />
+You have their language perfect, you have tutors<br />
+I do not doubt, sufficient: but beware.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; You are merry Cosin:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cosin.</i> &nbsp; Yet your patience,<br />
+You shall learn that too, but not like it self,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>Where it is held a virtue; tell me Sir,<br />
+Have you cast up your State, rated your Land,<br />
+And find it able to endure the change<br />
+Of time and fashion? is it always harvest?<br />
+Always vintage? have you Ships at Sea,<br />
+To bring you Gold and Stone from rich <i>Peru</i>,<br />
+Monthly returning Treasure? doth the King<br />
+Open his large Exchequer to your hands<br />
+And bid <a name="p173_8" id="p173_8" class="fc">ye be</a> a great man? can your wife<br />
+Coin off her beauty? or the week allow<br />
+Suits to each day? and know no ebb in honor?<br />
+If these be possible, and can hold out,<br />
+Then be a Courtier still, and still be wasting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Cosin, pray give me leave:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I have done.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I could requite your gall, and in a strain<br />
+As bitter, and as full of Rubarb, <a name="p173_16" id="p173_16" class="fc">preach</a><br />
+Against your Countrey life, but 'tis below me<br />
+And only subject to my pitty, know<br />
+The eminent Court, to them that can be wise,<br />
+And fasten on her blessings, is a Sun<br />
+That draws men up from course and earthly Being,<br />
+I mean these men of merit that have power<br />
+And reason to make good her benefits,<br />
+Learns them a manly boldness, gives their tongues<br />
+Sweetness of Language, makes them apt to please;<br />
+Files of all rudeness, and uncivil haviour,<br />
+Shews them as neat in carriage, as in cloaths;<br />
+Cosin, have you ever seen the Court?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; No Sir,<br />
+Nor am I yet in <a name="p173_30" id="p173_30" class="fc">travel</a> with that longing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Oh the state and greatness of that place<br />
+Where men are found<br />
+Only to give the first creation glory!<br />
+Those are the models of the antient world<br />
+Left like the <i>Roman</i> Statues to stir up<br />
+Our following hopes, the place it self puts on<br />
+The brow of Majesty, and flings her lustre<br />
+Like the air newly light'ned; Form, and Order,<br />
+Are only there themselves, unforc'd, and sound,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>As they were first created to this place.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; You nobly came, but will goe from thence base.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas very pretty, and a good conceit;<br />
+You have a wit good Cosin, I do joy in't,<br />
+Keep it for Court: but to my self again,<br />
+When I have view'd these pieces, turn'd these eyes,<br />
+And with some taste of superstition,<br />
+Look'd on the wealth of Nature, the fair dames,<br />
+Beauties, that <a name="p174_8" id="p174_8" class="fc">light the Court, and make</a> it shew<br />
+Like a fair heaven, in a frosty night:<br />
+And 'mongst these mine, not poorest, 'tis for tongues<br />
+Of blessed Poets, such as <i>Orpheus</i> was,<br />
+To give their worth and praises; Oh dear Cosin:<br />
+You have a wife, and fair, bring her hither,<br />
+Let her not live to be the Mistriss of a Farmers heir<br />
+And be confin'd ever to a searge,<br />
+Far courser than my horse-cloth.<br />
+Let her have Velvets, Tiffinies, Jewels, Pearls,<br />
+A Coach, an Usher, and her two Lacquies,<br />
+And I will send my wife to give her rules,<br />
+And read the rudiments of Court to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I had rather send her to <i>Virginia</i><br />
+To help to propagate the <i>English</i> Nation.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, how slept your Mistriss, and what visitants<br />
+Are to pay service?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; As I came out,<br />
+Two Counts were newly ent'red.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; This is greatness,<br />
+But few such servants wait a Countrey beauty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; They are the more to thank their modesty,<br />
+God keep my Wife, and all my Issue Female<br />
+From such uprisings.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a Doctor.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; What? my learned Doctor?<br />
+You will be welcome, give her health and youth<br />
+And I will give you gold.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Doctor.</i></span><br />
+Cosin, how savors this? is it not sweet<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>And very great, tasts it not of Nobleness?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Faith Sir, my pallat is too dull and lazie<br />
+I cannot taste it, 'tis not for my relish,<br />
+But be so still.<br />
+Since your own misery must first reclaim ye,<br />
+To which I leave you, Sir,<br />
+If you will, yet be happy, leave the humor<br />
+And base subjection to your Wife, be wise,<br />
+And let her know with speed, you are her Husband,<br />
+I shall be glad to hear it.<br />
+My horse is sent for.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Even such another countrey thing as this<br />
+Was I, such a piece of dirt, so heavy,<br />
+So provident to heap up ignorance,<br />
+And be an ass: such musty cloaths wore I,<br />
+So old and thred-bare, I do yet remember<br />
+Divers young Gallants lighting at my Gate,<br />
+To see my honoured Wife, have offered pence,<br />
+And bid me walk their horses, such a slave<br />
+Was I in shew then: but my eyes are open'd.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Gent. Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+Many sweet morrows to my worthy Wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, and aptly given, as much for you,<br />
+But to my present business, which is money&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Lady, I have none left.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I hope you dare not say so, nor imagine so base and low,<br />
+A thought: I have none left?<br />
+Are these words fitting for a man of worth,<br />
+And one of your full credit? Do you know<br />
+The place you live in? me? and what I labour<br />
+For, you? and your advancement?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Yes my dearest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; And do you pop me off with this slight answer,<br />
+In troth I have none left? in troth you must have;<br />
+Nay stare not, 'tis most true, send speedily<br />
+To all that love you, let your people flye<br />
+Like thunder, through the City,<br />
+And not return under five thousand Crowns.<br />
+Try all, take all, let not a <a name="p175_38" id="p175_38" class="fc">[wealthy]</a> Merchant be untempted<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>Or any one that hath the name of Money,<br />
+Take up at any Use, give Band, or Land,<br />
+Or mighty Statutes, able by their strength,<br />
+To tye up <i>Sampson</i>, were he now alive,<br />
+There must be money gotten; for be perswaded,<br />
+If we fall now, or be but seen to shrink,<br />
+Under our fair beginnings, 'tis our ruin,<br />
+And then good night to all, (but our disgrace)<br />
+Farewel the hope of coming happiness,<br />
+And all the aims we levied at so long.<br />
+Are ye not mov'd at this? no sense of want,<br />
+Towards your self yet breeding? be old,<br />
+And common; jaded to the eyes<br />
+Of Grooms, and Pages, Chamber-maids, and Guarders,<br />
+And when you have done, put your poor house in order<br />
+And hang your self, for such must be the end<br />
+Of him that willingly forsakes his hopes<br />
+And hath a joy to tumble to his ruin.<br />
+All that I say is certain, if ye fail<br />
+Do not <a name="p176_19" id="p176_19" class="fc">[impute]</a> me with it, I am clear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Now heaven forbid I should do wrong to you<br />
+My dearest Wife, and Madam; yet give leave<br />
+To your poor creature to unfold himself.<br />
+You know my debts are many more than means,<br />
+My bands not taken in, my friends at home<br />
+Drawn dry with these expences, my poor Tenants<br />
+More full of want than we, then what new course<br />
+Can I beget, to raise those crowns by? speak,<br />
+And I shall execute.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Pray tell me true,<br />
+Have you not Land in the Countrey?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Pardon me, I had forgot it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you must remember it,<br />
+There is no remedy, this Land must be,<br />
+In <i>Paris</i> e'r to morrow night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; It shall, let me consider, some 300 acres<br />
+Will serve the turn.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; 'Twill furnish at all points,<br />
+Now you speak like your self, and know like him,<br />
+That means to be <a name="p176_39" id="p176_39" class="fc">a</a> man, suspect no less<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>For the return will give ye five for one,<br />
+You shall be great to morrow, I have said it.<br />
+Farewel, and see this business be a-foot,<br />
+With expedition.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Wife.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Health, all joy, and honor<br />
+Wait on my lovely Wife. What? <i>Jaques</i>, <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir, did you call?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I did so, hie thee <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+Down to the Bank, and there to some good Merchant<br />
+(Conceive me well, good <i>Jaques</i>, and be private)<br />
+Offer 300 acres of my Land:<br />
+Say it is choice and fertile, ask upon it<br />
+Five thousand Crowns, this is the business<br />
+I must employ thee in, be wise and speedy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir, do not do this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Knave, I must have money.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; If you have money thus, your knave must tell ye<br />
+You will not have a foot of Land left, be more wary,<br />
+And more friend to your self, this honest Land<br />
+Your Worship has discarded, has been true,<br />
+And done you loyal service.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Gentle <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+You have a merry wit, employ it well<br />
+About the business you have now in hand.<br />
+When ye come back, enquire me in the Presence,<br />
+If <a name="p177_26" id="p177_26" class="fc">not in</a> the Tennis-Court, or at my house.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; If this vain hold, I know where to enquire ye.<br />
+Five thousand Crowns! this, with good husbandry,<br />
+May hold a month out, then 5000 more,<br />
+And more Land a bleeding for't, as many more,<br />
+And more Land laid aside. God and <i>St. Dennis</i><br />
+Keep honest minded young men batchelors.<br />
+'Tis strange, my Master should be yet so young<br />
+A puppy, that he cannot see his fall<br />
+And got so near the Sun. I'll to his Cosin.<br />
+And once more tell him on't, if he fail,<br />
+Then to my Mortgage, next unto my sale.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longovile, Bewford, <i>and the Servant</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Gentlemen, hold on discourse a while,<br />
+I shall return with knowledge how and where<br />
+We shall have best access unto my Mistriss<br />
+To tender your devotions.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Be it so:<br />
+Now to our first discourse.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I prethee peace;<br />
+Thou canst not be so bad, or make me know<br />
+Such things are living, do not give thy self<br />
+So common and so idle, so open vile,<br />
+So great a wronger of thy worth, so low,<br />
+I cannot, nor I must not credit thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Now by this light I am a whoremaster,<br />
+An open, and an excellent whormaster,<br />
+And take a special glory that I am so:<br />
+I thank my Stars I am a whoremaster,<br />
+And such a one as dare be known and seen,<br />
+And pointed at to be a noble wencher.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Do not let all ears hear this, hark <a name="p178_20" id="p178_20" class="fc">[y]e</a> Sir,<br />
+I am my self a whoremaster, I am<br />
+Believe it Sir (in private be it spoken)<br />
+I love a whore directly, most men are wenchers,<br />
+And have profest the Science, few men<br />
+That <a name="p178_25" id="p178_25" class="fc">look</a> upon ye now, but whoremasters,<br />
+Or have a full desire to be so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; This is noble.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; It is without all question, being private,<br />
+And held as needful as intelligence,<br />
+But being once discover'd, blown abroad,<br />
+And known to common senses, 'tis no more<br />
+Than geometrical rules in Carpenters,<br />
+That only know some measure of an Art,<br />
+But are not grounded: be no more deceived,<br />
+I have a conscience to reclaim you, Sir.<br />
+Mistake me not: I do not bid you leave your whore<br />
+Or less to love her; forbid it,<br />
+I should be such a villain to my friend,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>Or so unnatural: 'twas never harbor'd here,<br />
+Learn to be secret first, then strike your Deer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Your fair instructions, <a name="p179_2" id="p179_2" class="fc"><i>Mo</i>[<i>n</i>]<i>sieur</i></a>, I shall learn.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; And you shall have them; I desire your care.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; They are your servants.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; You must not love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; How Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I mean a Lady, there's danger.<br />
+She hath an Usher and a Waiting Gentlewoman,<br />
+A Page, a Coach-man, these are fee'd and fee'd<br />
+And yet for all that will be prating.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; So.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; You understand me Sir, they will discover't,<br />
+And there is a loss of credit, Table-talk<br />
+Will be the end of this, or worse, than that;<br />
+Will this be worthy of a Gentleman?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Proceed good Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Next leave your City Dame;<br />
+The best of that Tribe, are most meerly coy,<br />
+Or most extreamly foolish, both which vices<br />
+Are no great stirrers up, unless in Husbands<br />
+That owe this Cattle, fearing her that's coy<br />
+To be but seeming, her that's fool too forward.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; This is the rarest fellow, and the soundest,<br />
+I mean in knowledge, that e'r wore a Codpiece,<br />
+H'as found out that will pass all <i>Italy</i>,<br />
+All <i>France</i> and <i>England</i>; to their shames I speak,<br />
+And to the griefs of all their Gentlemen,<br />
+The noble Theory of Luxury.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Your patience,<br />
+And I will lay before your eyes a course<br />
+That I my self found out, 'tis excellent,<br />
+Easie, and full of freedome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; O good Sir,<br />
+You rack me till I know it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; This it is,<br />
+When your desire is up, your blood well heated<br />
+And apt for sweet encounter, chuse the night,<br />
+And with the night your Wench, the streets have store,<br />
+There seize upon her, get her to your chamber,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>Give her a cardecew, 'tis royal payment;<br />
+When ye are dull, dismiss her, no man knows,<br />
+Nor she her self, who hath encountred her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; O but their faces.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Nere talke of faces:<br />
+The night allows her equal with a Dutchess,<br />
+Imagination doth all think her fair,<br />
+And great, clapt in Velvet, she is so,<br />
+Sir, I have tryed those, and do find it certain<br />
+It never failes me, 'tis but twelve nights since<br />
+My last experience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; O my meiching Varlet, I'll fit ye as I live.<br />
+'Tis excellent, I'll be your Scholar Sir.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Lady <i>and</i> Servant.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; You are fairly welcome both: troth Gentlemen<br />
+You have been strangers, I could chide you for't,<br />
+And taxe ye with unkindness, What's the news?<br />
+The Town was never empty of some novelty;<br />
+Servant, What's your intelligence?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Faith nothing.<br />
+I have not heard of any worth relating.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Nor I sweet Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Then give me attention,<br />
+<i>Monsieur Shattillion's</i> mad.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Mad as May-butter,<br />
+And which is more, mad for a Wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lady.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis strange, and full of pity.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; All that comes near him<br />
+He thinks are come of purpose to betray him,<br />
+Being full of strange conceit: the wench he loved<br />
+Stood very near the Crown.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lady.</i> &nbsp; Alass good <i>Monsieur</i>;<br />
+A' was a proper man, and fair demean'd,<br />
+A Person worthy of a better temper.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; He is strong opinion'd that the Wench he lov'd<br />
+Remains close prisoner by the Kings command:<br />
+Fearing her title, when the poor grieved Gentlewoman<br />
+Follows him much lamenting, and much loving<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>In hope to make him well, he knows her not,<br />
+Nor any else that comes to visit him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lady.</i> &nbsp; Let's walk in Gentlemen, and there discourse<br />
+His further miseries, you shall stay dinner,<br />
+In truth you must obey.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Om.</i> &nbsp; We are your servants.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Couzen.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; There's no good to be done, no cure to be wrought<br />
+Upon my desperate Kinsman: I'll to horse<br />
+And leave him to the fools whip, misery.<br />
+I shall recover twenty miles this night,<br />
+My horse stands ready, I'll away with speed.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Sir, may I crave your name?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir you may:<br />
+My name is <i>Cleremont</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, your faction?<br />
+What party knit you with?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; I know no parties,<br />
+Nor no Factions, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Then weare this Cross of white:<br />
+And where you see the like they are my friends,<br />
+Observe them well, the time is dangerous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; Sir keep your cross, I'll weare none, sure this fellow<br />
+Is much beside himself, grown mad.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; A word Sir;<br />
+You can pick nothing out of this, this cross<br />
+Is nothing but a cross, a very cross,<br />
+Plain, without spell, or witchcraft, search it,<br />
+You may suspect, and well, there's poyson in't,<br />
+Powder, or wild-fire, but 'tis nothing so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; I do believe you, Sir, 'tis a plain cross.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Then do your worst, I care not, tell the King,<br />
+Let him know all this, as I am sure he shall;<br />
+When you have spit your venome, then will I<br />
+Stand up a faithful, and a loyal Subject,<br />
+And so God save His Grace, this is no Treason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cous.</i> &nbsp; He is March mad, farewell <i>Monsieur</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Couzen.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Farewel;<br />
+I shall be here attending, 'tis my life<br />
+They aime at, there's no way to save it, well<br />
+Let 'em spread all their nets: they shall not draw me<br />
+Into any open Treason, I can see,<br />
+And can beware, I have my wits about me,<br />
+I thank heaven for't.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Love.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; There he goes,<br />
+That was the fairest hope the <i>French</i> Court bred,<br />
+The worthiest and the sweetest temper'd spirit,<br />
+The truest, and the valiantest, the best of judgment,<br />
+Till most unhappy I: sever'd those virtues,<br />
+And turn'd his wit wild with a coy denial,<br />
+Which heaven forgive me, and be pleas'd, O heaven<br />
+To give again his senses: that my love<br />
+May strike off all my follies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; I Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Your will with me sweet Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; From the dread sovereign King, I know it Lady,<br />
+He is a gracious Prince, long may he live,<br />
+Pertain you to his chamber?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; No indeed Sir,<br />
+That place is not for women, Do you know me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I do know you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; What's my name? pray you speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; That's all one, I do know you and your business,<br />
+You are discover'd Lady, I am wary,<br />
+It stands upon my life; pray excuse me,<br />
+The best man of this Kingdom sent you hither,<br />
+To dive into me, have I toucht you? ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; You are deceiv'd Sir, I come from your love,<br />
+That sends you fair commends, and many kisses.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Alass, poor soul, How does she? Is she living?<br />
+Keeps she her bed still?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Still Sir, She is living,<br />
+And well, and shall do so.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Are ye in counsel?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, nor any of my sex.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Why so,<br />
+If you had been in counsel, you would know,<br />
+Her time to be but slender; she must die.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; I do believe it, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; And suddenly,<br />
+She stands too near a fortune.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis so,<br />
+There is no jesting with a Princes Title,<br />
+Would we had both been born of common parents,<br />
+And liv'd a private and retir'd life,<br />
+In homely cottage, we had then enjoyed,<br />
+Our loves, and our embraces, these are things,<br />
+That cannot tend to Treason&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; I am wretched.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; O I pray as often for the King as any,<br />
+And with as true a heart, for's continuance,<br />
+And do moreover pray his heirs may live;<br />
+And their fair issues, then as I am bound<br />
+For all the states and commons: if these prayers<br />
+Be any wayes ambitious, I submit,<br />
+And lay my head down, let 'em take it off;<br />
+You may informe against me, but withall<br />
+Remember my obedience to the Crown,<br />
+And service to the State.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, I love ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Then love the gracious King, and say with me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Heaven save his Grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; This is strange&mdash;<br />
+A woman should be sent to undermine me,<br />
+And buz love into me to try my spirit;<br />
+Offer me kisses, and enticing follies,<br />
+To make me open, and betray my self;<br />
+It was a subtile and a dangerous plot,<br />
+And very soundly followed, farewel Lady,<br />
+Let me have equal hearing, and relate<br />
+I am an honest Man. Heaven save the King.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; I'll never leave him, till, by art or prayer,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>I have restor'd his senses, If I make<br />
+Him perfect Man again, he's <a name="p184_1" id="p184_1" class="fc">mine, till when</a>,<br />
+I here abjure all loves of other men.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cozen, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaques.</i> &nbsp; Nay, good Sir be perswaded, go but back,<br />
+And tell him hee's undone, say nothing else;<br />
+And you shall see how things will work upon't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cozen.</i> &nbsp; Not so good <i>Jaques</i>, I am held an asse,<br />
+A Countrey Fool, good to converse with dirt,<br />
+And eate course bread, weare the worst Wooll,<br />
+Know nothing but the high-way to <i>Paris</i>,<br />
+And wouldst thou have me bring these stains,<br />
+And imperfections to the rising view<br />
+Of the right worshipful thy worthy Master?<br />
+They must be bright, and shine, their cloaths<br />
+Soft Velvet, and the <a name="p184_15" id="p184_15" class="fc"><i>Tyrian</i> Purple</a><br />
+Like the <i>Arabian</i> gums, hung like the Sun,<br />
+Their golden beames on all sides;<br />
+Such as these may come and know<br />
+Thy Master, I am base, and dare not speak unto him,<br />
+Hee's above me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; If ever you did love him, or his state,<br />
+His name, his issue, or your self, go back:<br />
+'Twill be an honest and a noble part<br />
+Worthy a Kinsman; save 300 Acres<br />
+From present execution; they have had sentence,<br />
+And cannot be repriev'd, be merciful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Co.</i> &nbsp; Have I not urg'd already all the reasons,<br />
+I had to draw him from his will? his ruin?<br />
+But all in vain, no counsel will prevail;<br />
+H'as fixt himself, there's no removing, <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+'Twill prove but breath and labor spent in vain,<br />
+I'll to my horse, farewell.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; For Gods sake, Sir,<br />
+As ever you have hope of joy, turn back;<br />
+I'll be your slave for ever, do but go,<br />
+And I will lay such fair directions to you<br />
+That if he be not doting on his fall,<br />
+He shall recover sight, and see his danger,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>And ye shall tell him of his Wives abuses,<br />
+I fear, too foul against him; how she plots,<br />
+With our young Mounsiers, to milk-dry her husband,<br />
+And lay it on their backs; the next her pride;<br />
+Then what his debts are, and how infinite<br />
+The curses of his Tenants, this will work<br />
+I'll pawn my life and head, he cries away,<br />
+I'll to my house in the Countrey.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Co.</i> &nbsp; Come, I'll go, and once more try him,<br />
+If he yield not, so,<br />
+The next that tryes him shall be want and woe.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Secundus.  <a name="p185_11" id="p185_11" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Gentleman, Solus.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Within.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Rise <i>Jaques</i> 'tis grown day,<br />
+The Country life is best, where quietly,<br />
+Free from the clamor of the troubled Court,<br />
+We may enjoy our own green shadowed walks,<br />
+And keep a moderate diet without art.<br />
+Why did I leave my house, and bring my Wife,<br />
+To know the manner of this subtile place?<br />
+I would, when first the lust to fame and honor,<br />
+Possest me, I had met with any evil,<br />
+But that; had I been tied to stay at home,<br />
+And earn the bread for the whole family,<br />
+With my own hand, happy had I been.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir, this is from your wonted course at home,<br />
+When did ye there keep such inordinate hours?<br />
+Goe to bed late? start thrice? and call on me?<br />
+Would you were from this place; our Countrey sleeps,<br />
+Although they were but of that moderate length<br />
+That might maintain us in our daily work,<br />
+Yet were they sound and sweet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I <i>Jaques</i>, there we dreamt not of our Wives, we lay together;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>And needed not; now at length my Cozens words,<br />
+So truly meant, mixt with thy timely prayers<br />
+So often urged, to keep me at my home,<br />
+Condemn me quite.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas not your fathers course:<br />
+He liv'd and dy'd in <i>Orleance</i>, where he had<br />
+His Vines as fruitful as experience<br />
+(Which is the art of Husbandry) could make;<br />
+He had his presses for 'em, and his wines<br />
+Were held the best, and out-sold other Mens,<br />
+His corn and cattel serv'd the neighbor Towns<br />
+With plentiful provision, yet his thrift<br />
+Could miss one Beast amongst the heard;<br />
+He rul'd more where he liv'd, than ever you will here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true, why should my Wife then, 'gainst my good,<br />
+Perswade me to continue in this course?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Why did you bring her hither at the first,<br />
+Before you warm'd her blood with new delights?<br />
+Our Countrey sports could have <a name="p186_18" id="p186_18" class="fc">contented her;<br />
+When you first married her a</a> puppet-play<br />
+Pleas'd her as well as now the tilting doth.<br />
+She thought her self brave in a bugle chain,<br />
+Where Orient pearl will scarce content her now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Sure <i>Jaques</i>, she sees something for my good<br />
+More than I do; she oft will talk to me<br />
+Of Offices, and that she shortly hopes,<br />
+By her acquaintance with the friends she hath,<br />
+To get a place shall many times outweigh<br />
+Our great expences, and if this be so&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Think better of her words, she doth deceive you,<br />
+And only for her vain and sensual ends<br />
+Perswade ye thus. Let me be set to dwell<br />
+For ever naked in the barest soil,<br />
+So you will dwell from hence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I see my folly,<br />
+Pack up my stuffe, I will away this morne.<br />
+Haste&mdash;haste.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I, now I see your Father's honors<br />
+Trebling upon you, and the many prayers<br />
+The Countrey spent for him, which almost now<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>Begun to turn to curses, turning back,<br />
+And falling like a <a name="p187_1" id="p187_1" class="fc">[timely]</a> shower<br />
+Upon ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Goe, call <a name="p187_3" id="p187_3" class="fc">[up]</a> my Wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; But shall she not prevail,<br />
+And sway you, as she oft hath done before?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I will not hear her, but raile on her,<br />
+Till I be ten miles off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; If you be forty,<br />
+'Twill not be worse Sir:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Call her up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I will Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Why what an Ass was I that such a thing<br />
+As a Wife is could rule me!<br />
+Know not I that woman was created for the man,<br />
+That her desires, nay all her thoughts should be<br />
+As his are? is my sense restor'd at length?<br />
+Now she shall know, that which she should desire,<br />
+She hath a husband that can govern her,<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+If her desires leads me against my will;<br />
+Are you come?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What sad unwonted course<br />
+Makes you raise me so soon, that went to bed<br />
+So late last-night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; O you shall goe to bed sooner hereafter,<br />
+And be rais'd again at thrifty hours:<br />
+In Summer time wee'l walk<br />
+An hour after our Supper, and to bed,<br />
+In Winter you shall have a set at Cards,<br />
+And set your Maids to work.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What do you mean?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I will no more of your new tricks, your honors,<br />
+Your Offices, and all your large preferments,<br />
+Which still you beat into my ears, hang o'er me,<br />
+I'll leave behind for others, the great sway<br />
+Which I shall bear at Court: my living here<br />
+With countenance of your honoured friends,<br />
+I'll be content to lose: for you speak this<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>Only that you may still continue here<br />
+In wanton ease: and draw me to consume,<br />
+In cloaths and other things idle for shew,<br />
+That which my Father got with honest thrift.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why, who hath been with you Sir,<br />
+That you talk thus out of Frame.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; You make a fool of me:<br />
+You provide one to bid me forth to supper,<br />
+And make me promise; then must some one or other<br />
+Invite you forth, if you have born your self<br />
+Loosely to any Gentleman in my sight<br />
+At home, you ask me how I like the carriage,<br />
+Whether it were not rarely for my good,<br />
+And open'd not a way to my preferment?<br />
+Come, I perceive all: talk not, we'll away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir, you'll stay till the next triumph<br />
+Day be past?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I, you have kept me here triumphing<br />
+This seven years, and I have ridden through the streets,<br />
+And bought embroyder'd hose and foot-cloths too,<br />
+To shew a subjects zeal, I rode before<br />
+In this most gorgeous habit, and saluted<br />
+All the acquaintance I could espie<br />
+From any window, these are wayes ye told me<br />
+To raise me; I see all: make you ready straight,<br />
+And in that Gown which you came first to Town in,<br />
+Your safe-guard, cloak, and your hood sutable:<br />
+Thus on a double gelding shall you amble,<br />
+And my man <i>Jaques</i> shall be set before you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; But will you goe?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; And shall I too?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; And you shall too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; But shall I by this light?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Why by this light you shall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Then by this light<br />
+You have no care of your Estate, and mine.<br />
+Have we been seven years venturing in a Ship,<br />
+And now upon return, with a fair wind,<br />
+And a calm Sea, full fraught with our own wishes,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>Laden with wealth and honor to the brim,<br />
+And shall we flye away and not receive it?<br />
+Have we been tilling, sowing, labouring,<br />
+With pain and charge a long and tedious winter,<br />
+And when we see the corn above the ground,<br />
+Youthful as is the Morn and <a name="p189_5" id="p189_5" class="fc">the</a> full eare,<br />
+That promises to stuffe our spacious garners,<br />
+Shall we then let it rot, and never reap it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Wife talke no more, your Rhetorick comes too late,<br />
+I am inflixible; and how dare you<br />
+Adventure to direct my course of life?<br />
+Was not the husband made to rule the Wife?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true: but where the man doth miss his way,<br />
+It is the Womans part to set him right;<br />
+So Fathers have a power to guide their Sons<br />
+In all their courses, yet you oft have seen<br />
+Poor little children, that have both their eyes,<br />
+Lead their blind Fathers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; She has a plaguy wit,<br />
+I say you'r but a little piece of man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; But such a piece, as being tane away,<br />
+Man cannot last: the fairest and tallest ship,<br />
+That ever sail'd, is by a little piece of the same<br />
+Wood, steer'd right, and turn'd about.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true she sayes, her answers stand with reason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; But Sir, your Cozin put this in your head,<br />
+Who is an enemy to your preferment,<br />
+Because I should not take place of his wife;<br />
+Come, by this kiss, thou shalt not go sweet heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Come, by this kiss I will go Sweet-heart,<br />
+On with your riding stuffe: I know your tricks,<br />
+And if preferment fall ere you be ready,<br />
+'Tis welcome, else adieu the City life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Well, Sir, I will obey.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; About it then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; To please your humor I would dress my self,<br />
+In the most loathsome habit you could name,<br />
+Or travel any whether o're the World,<br />
+If you command me, it shall ne'r be said,<br />
+The frailty of a woman, whose weak mind,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>Is often set on loose delights, and shews,<br />
+Hath drawn her husband to consume his state,<br />
+In the vain hope of that which never fell.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; About it then, women are pleasant creatures,<br />
+When once a man begins to know himself.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; But hark you Sir, because I will be sure,<br />
+You shall have no excuse, no word to say<br />
+In your defence hereafter; when you see<br />
+What honors were prepar'd for you and me,<br />
+Which you thus willingly have thrown away,<br />
+I tell you I did look for present honor,<br />
+This morning for you, which I know had come:<br />
+But if they do not come ere I am ready<br />
+(Which I will be the sooner least they should)<br />
+When I am once set in a countrey life,<br />
+Not all the power of earth shall alter me,<br />
+Not all your prayers or threats shall make me speak<br />
+The least words to my honorable friends,<br />
+To do you any grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I will not wish it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; And never more hope to be honorable.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; My hopes are lower.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; As I live you shall not,<br />
+You shall be so far from the name of noble<br />
+That you shall never see a Lord again;<br />
+You shall not see a Maske, or Barriers,<br />
+Or Tilting, or a solemn Christning,<br />
+Or a great Marriage, or new Fire-works,<br />
+Or any bravery; but you shall live<br />
+At home, bespotted with your own lov'd durt,<br />
+In scurvy cloaths, as you were wont to doe,<br />
+And to content you, I will live so too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Tis all I wish, make haste, the day draws on,<br />
+It shall be my care to see your Stuffe packt up.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; It shall be my care to gull you: you shall stay.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Gen.</i></span><br />
+And more than so, intreat me humbly too,<br />
+You shall have honors presently; <i>Maria</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Bring hither, pen, ink, and paper.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Your Master will not stay,<br />
+Unless preferment come within an hour.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Let him command one of the City gates,<br />
+In time of mutiny, or you may provide him,<br />
+To be one of the counsel for invading,<br />
+Some savage Countrey to plant Christian faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; No, no, I have it for him, call my page;<br />
+Now, my dear husband, there it is will fit you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Maria.</span><br />
+And when the world shall see what I have done,<br />
+Let it not move the spleen of any Wife,<br />
+To make an Ass of her beloved husband,<br />
+Without good ground, but if they will be drawn<br />
+To any reason by you, do not gull them;<br />
+But if they grow conceited of themselves,<br />
+And be fine Gentlemen, have no mercy,<br />
+Publish them to the World, 'twill do them good<br />
+When they shall see their follies understood,<br />
+Go bear these Letters to my servant,<br />
+And bid him make haste, I will dress my self,<br />
+In all the Journey-Cloaths I us'd before,<br />
+Not to ride, but to make the Laughter more.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Gentleman, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Is all packt up?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; All, all Sir, there is no tumbler<br />
+Runs through his hoop with more dexterity,<br />
+Then I about this business: 'Tis a day,<br />
+That I have long long'd to see.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Come, Where's my Spurs?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Here, Sir, and now 'tis come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I, <i>Jaques</i>, now,<br />
+I thank my fates, I can command my Wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I am glad to see it, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I do not love alwayes,<br />
+To be made a puppie, <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; But, yet me thinks your Worship does not look,<br />
+Right like a Countrey Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I will, give me my t'other hat.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; So, my Jerkin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; On with it <i>Jaques</i>, thou and I<br />
+Will live so finely in the Countrey, <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+And have such pleasant walks into the Woods<br />
+A mornings, and then bring home riding-rods,<br />
+And walking staves&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; And I will bear them, Sir,<br />
+And Skurdge-sticks for the children.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; So thou shalt,<br />
+And thou shalt do all, over-see my Work-folkes,<br />
+And at the weeks end pay them all their wages.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I will, Sir, so your Worship give me Money.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Thou shalt receive all too: give me my Drawers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; They are ready, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; And I will make thy Mistriss,<br />
+My wife, look to her landrie, and her dairy,<br />
+That we may have our linnen clean on Sundayes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; And Holy-dayes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I, and ere we walk about the Grounds<br />
+Provide our break-fast,<br />
+Or she shall smoke, I'll have her a good huswife;<br />
+She shall not make a voyage to her Sisters,<br />
+But she shall live at home,<br />
+And feed her pullen fat, and see her Maides<br />
+In bed before her, and lock all the doors.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Why that will be a life for Kings and Queens.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Give me my Scarfe with the great Button quickly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis done, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Now my Mittens.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Here they are, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well: now my great dagger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; There.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Why so; thus it should be, now my riding rod.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; There's nothing wanting, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Another, man, to stick under my girdle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; There it is.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; All is well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Why now methinks your Worship looks<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>Like to your self, a Man of means and credit,<br />
+So did your grave and famous Ancestors,<br />
+Ride up and down to Fairs, and cheapen cattel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Goe, hasten your Mistriss, Sirra.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; It shall be done.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Jaques.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Servant <i>and</i> Page.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Who's that? who's that Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Page.</i> &nbsp; I think it be my Master.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Who, he that walkes in gray, whisking his riding rod?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pag.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir, 'tis he.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis he indeed; he is prepar'd<br />
+For his new journey; when I wink upon you,<br />
+Run out and tell the Gentleman 'tis time&mdash;<br />
+<i>Monsieur</i> &nbsp; good day.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; <i>Monsieur</i>, your Mistriss is within, but yet not ready.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; My business is with you, Sir; 'tis reported,<br />
+I know not whether by some enemy<br />
+Maliciously, that envies your great hopes,<br />
+And would be ready to sow discontents<br />
+Betwixt his Majesty, and you, or truely,<br />
+Which on my faith I would be sorry for,<br />
+That you intend to leave the Court in haste.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Faith, Sir, within this half hour. <i>Jaques</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaques within:</i> Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Is my Wife ready?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; But Sir,<br />
+I needs must tell you, as I am your friend,<br />
+You should have ta'en your journey privater,<br />
+For 'tis already blaz'd about the Court.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir, I hope it is no Treason, is it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true, Sir, but 'tis grown the common talk,<br />
+There's no discovery else held, and in the presence<br />
+All the Nobility and Gentry,<br />
+Have nothing in their mouths but only this,<br />
+<i>Monsieur Marine</i>, that noble Gentleman,<br />
+Is now departing hence: every Mans face<br />
+Looks ghastly on his fellows; such a sadness<br />
+(Before this day) I ne'er beheld in Court,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>Mens hearts begin to fail them when they hear it,<br />
+In expectation of the great event<br />
+That needs must follow it, pray Heaven it be good!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Why, I had rather all their hearts should fail,<br />
+Than I stay here until my purse fail me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; But yet you are a Subject, and beware,<br />
+I charge you by the love I bear to you,<br />
+How you do venture rashly on a course,<br />
+To make your Sovereign jealous of your deeds,<br />
+For Princes jealousies, where they love most,<br />
+Are easily found, but they be hardly lost.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Come, these are tricks, I smell 'em, I will goe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Have I not still profest my self your friend?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Yes, but you never shewd it to me yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; But now I will, because I see you wise,<br />
+And give ye thus much light into a business,<br />
+That came to me but now, be resolute,<br />
+Stand stifly to it that you will depart,<br />
+And presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Why so I mean to doe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; And by this light you may be what you will;<br />
+Will you be secret, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Why? What's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; The King does fear you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; And is now in Counsel;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; About me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; About you, and you be wise,<br />
+You'll find he's in Counsel about you:<br />
+His Counsellors have told him all the truth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; What truth?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why, that which now he knows too well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; What is't?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; That you have followed him seven years,<br />
+With a great train: and though he have not grac't you,<br />
+Yet you have div'd into the hearts of thousands,<br />
+With liberality and noble carriage;<br />
+And if you should depart home unprefer'd,<br />
+All discontented, and seditious spirits<br />
+Would flock to you, and thrust you into action:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>With whose help, and your Tenants, who doth not know<br />
+(If you were so dispos'd:)<br />
+How great a part of this yet fertile peaceful Realm of <i>France</i><br />
+You might make desolate? but when the King<br />
+Heard this&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; What said he?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Nothing, but shook,<br />
+As never Christian Prince did shake before.<br />
+And to be short, you may be what you will<br />
+But be not ambitious Sir, sit down<br />
+With moderate honors, least you make your self<br />
+More fear'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I know, Sir, what I have to doe<br />
+In mine own business.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longavile.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Where's <i>Monsieur Mount Marine</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why there he stands, will you ought with him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Yes: Good day <i>Monsieur Marine</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Good day to you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; His Majesty doth commend himself,<br />
+Most kindly to you Sir, and hath, by me,<br />
+Sent you this favor: kneel down, rise a Knight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I thank his Majesty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; And he doth further request you,<br />
+Not to leave the Court so soon,<br />
+For though your former merits have been slighted,<br />
+After this time there shall no Office fall;<br />
+Worthy your spirit, as he doth confess<br />
+There's none so great, but you shall surely have it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Do you hear? if you yield yet you are an ass.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I'll shew my service to his Majesty<br />
+In greater things than these, but for this small one<br />
+I must intreat his Highness to excuse me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I'll bear your Knightly words unto the King,<br />
+And bring his Princely answer back again.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Long.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Well said, be resolute a while, I know<br />
+There is a tide of honors coming on.<br />
+I warrant you.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewford.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Where is this new made Knight?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Here, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Let me enfold you in my arms,<br />
+Then call you Lord, the King will have it so,<br />
+Who doth entreat your Lordship to remember<br />
+His Message sent to you by <i>Longavile</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; If ye be durty, and dare not mount aloft;<br />
+You may yield now, I know what I would do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Peace, I will fit him; tell his Majesty<br />
+I am a Subject, and I do confess<br />
+I serve a gracious Prince, that thus hath heapt<br />
+Honors on me without desert, but yet<br />
+As for the Message, business urgeth me,<br />
+I must be gone, and he must pardon me,<br />
+Were he ten thousand Kings and Emperors.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell him so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why, this was like your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; As he hath wrought him, 'tis the finest fellow<br />
+That e're was Christmas Lord, he carries it<br />
+So truely to the life, as though he were<br />
+One of the plot to gull himself.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Bewf.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why so, you sent the wisest and the shrewdest <a name="p196_23" id="p196_23" class="fc">answer</a><br />
+Unto the King, I swear, my honored friend,<br />
+That ever any Subject sent his Liege.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Nay now I know I have him on the hip,<br />
+I'll follow it.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longavile.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; My honorable Lord,<br />
+Give me your noble hand right courteous Peer,<br />
+And from henceforth be a courtly Earl;<br />
+The King so wills, and Subjects must obey:<br />
+Only he doth desire you to consider<br />
+Of his request.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why faith you'r well my Lord, yield to him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Yield? why 'twas my plot.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Nay, 'twas your Wives plot.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; To get preferment by it,<br />
+And thinks he now to pop me i'th' mouth<br />
+But with an Earldome? I'll be one step higher.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis the finest Lord, I am afraid anon<br />
+He will stand upon't to share the Kingdom with him.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewford.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Where's this Courtly Earl?<br />
+His Majesty commends his love unto you;<br />
+And will you but now grant to his request,<br />
+He bids you be a Duke, and chuse of whence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why if you yield not now, you are undone,<br />
+What can you wish to have more, but the Kingdom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; So please his Majesty, I would be D. of <i>Burgundy</i>,<br />
+Because I like the place.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I know the King is pleas'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Then will I stay and kiss his Highness hand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; His Majesty will be a glad man when he hears it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; But how shall we keep this from the world's ear,<br />
+That some one tell him not, he is no Duke?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Wee'l think of that anon.<br />
+Why Gentlemen, Is this a gracious habit for a Duke?<br />
+Each gentle body set a finger to<br />
+To pluck the clouds of this his riding weeds<br />
+From off the orient Sun of his best cloaths;<br />
+I'll pluck one Boot and spur off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I another.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I'll pluck his Jerkin off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sit down my Lord;<br />
+Both his spurs off at once good <i>Longavile</i>,<br />
+And <i>Bewford</i>, take that Scarfe off, and that Hat,<br />
+Doth not become his largely sprouting fore-head.<br />
+Now set your gracious foot to this of mine,<br />
+One pluck will do it, so, off with the other.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Loe, thus your servant <i>Longavile</i> doth pluck<br />
+The trophy of your former gentry off.<br />
+Off with his Jerkin <i>Bewford.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Didst thou never see<br />
+A nimble footed Taylor stand so in his stockings,<br />
+Whilst some friend help'd to pluck his Jerkin off,<br />
+To dance a Jigg?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Here's his man <i>Jaques</i> come,<br />
+Booted and ready still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; My Mistriss stayes;<br />
+Why how now Sir? What <a name="p198_5" id="p198_5" class="fc">do's your</a> Worship mean,<br />
+To pluck your grave and thrifty habit off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; My slippers, <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; O thou mighty Duke,<br />
+Pardon this Man,<br />
+That thus hath trespassed in ignorance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I pardon him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; His Graces slippers, <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Why what's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Foot-man, he's a Duke:<br />
+The King hath rais'd him above all his Land.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I'll to his Cozen presently, and tell him so;<br />
+O what a dung-hill Countrey rogue was I.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaques.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Wife.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; See, see, my Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lon.</i> &nbsp; Let's observe their greeting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Unto your will, as every good Wife ought,<br />
+I have turn'd all my thoughts, and now am ready.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; O Wife, I am not worthy to kiss the least<br />
+Of all thy toes, much less thy Thumb,<br />
+Which yet I would be bold with; all thy counsel<br />
+Hath been to me Angelical, but mine to thee<br />
+Hath been most dirty, like my mind:<br />
+Dear Duchess I must stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What are you mad, to make me<br />
+Dress, and undress, turn and wind me,<br />
+Because you find me plyant? said I not<br />
+The whole world should not alter me, if once<br />
+I were resolv'd? and now you call me Duchess:<br />
+Why what's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Loe a Knight doth kneel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; A Knight?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; A Lord.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; A Fool.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; I say doth kneel an Earl, a Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; In Drawers.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Without shoes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Sure you <a name="p199_4" id="p199_4" class="fc">[are]</a> lunatick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; No, honoured Duchess,<br />
+If you dare but believe your servants truth,<br />
+I know he is a Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; God save his Grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I ask your Graces pardon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gent.</i> &nbsp; Then I rise,<br />
+And here, in token that all strife shall end,<br />
+'Twixt thee and me, I let my drawers fall,<br />
+And to thy hands I do deliver them:<br />
+Which signifies, that in all acts and speeches,<br />
+From this time forth, my Wife shall wear the breeches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; An honorable composition.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Tertius. <a name="p199_17" id="p199_17" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cozen, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; Shall I believe thee, <i>Jaques</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Sir you may.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; Didst thou not dreame?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I did not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; Nor imagine?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Neither of both: I saw him great and mighty,<br />
+I saw the <i>Monsieurs</i> bow, and heard them cry,<br />
+Good health and fortune to my Lord the Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; A Duke art sure? a Duke?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I am sure a Duke,<br />
+And so sure, as I know my self for <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; Yet the Sun may dazel; <i>Jaques</i>, Was it not<br />
+Some leane Commander of an angry Block-house<br />
+To keep the Fleemish Eele-boats from invasion,<br />
+Or some bold Baron able to dispend<br />
+His fifty pounds a year, and meet the foe<br />
+Upon the Kings command, in gilded canvas,<br />
+And do his deeds of worth? or was it not<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>Some place of gain, as Clerk to the great Band<br />
+Of maribones, that people call the <i>Switzers</i>?<br />
+Men made of Beufe, and Sarcenet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Is a Duke his chamber hung with Nobles like a presence?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; I am something wavering in my faith;<br />
+Would you would settle me, and swear 'tis so,<br />
+Is he a Duke indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I swear he is.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; I am satisfied, he is my Kinsman. <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+And I his poor unworthy Cozen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; True, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; I might have been a Duke too, I had means,<br />
+A wife as fair as his, and as wise as his;<br />
+And could have brookt the Court as well as his,<br />
+And laid about her for her husbands honor:<br />
+O <i>Jaques</i>, had I ever dreamt of this,<br />
+I had prevented him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Faith Sir it came<br />
+Above our expectation, we were wise<br />
+Only in seeking to undoe this honor,<br />
+Which shewed our dung-hill breeding and our durt.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; But tell me <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+Why could we not perceive? what dull Divel<br />
+Wrought us to cross this noble course, perswading<br />
+'Twould be his overthrow? <a name="p200_24" id="p200_24" class="fc">'fore me</a> a Courtier<br />
+Is he that knows all, <i>Jaques</i>, and does all,<br />
+'Tis as his noble Grace hath often said,<br />
+And very wisely, <i>Jaques</i>, we are fools,<br />
+And understand just nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I, as we were, I confess it.<br />
+But rising with our great Master,<br />
+We shall be call'd to knowledge with our places,<br />
+'Tis nothing to be wise, not thus much there,<br />
+There's not the least of the billet dealers,<br />
+Nor any of the Pastry, or the Kitchin,<br />
+But have it in measure delicate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; Methinks this greatness of the Dukes my Cozens,<br />
+(I ask you mercy, <i>Jaques</i>, that near name<br />
+Is too familiar for me) should give promise<br />
+Of some great benefits to his attendants.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I have a suit my self, and it is sure,<br />
+Or I mistake my ends much.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Coz.</i> &nbsp; What is't <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+May I not crave the place?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir, you shall,<br />
+'Tis to be but his Graces Secretary,<br />
+Which is my little all, and my ambition,<br />
+Till my known worth shall take me by the hand,<br />
+And set me higher; how the fates may do<br />
+In this poor thread of life, is yet uncertain;<br />
+I was not born I take it for a Trencher,<br />
+Nor to espouse my Mistriss Dairy-maid.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Couz.</i> &nbsp; I am resolv'd my Wife shall up to Court;<br />
+I'll furnish her, that is a speeding course,<br />
+And cannot chuse but breed a mighty fortune;<br />
+What a fine youth was I, to let him start,<br />
+And get the rise before me! I'll dispatch,<br />
+And put my self in Moneys.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Mass 'tis true,<br />
+And now you talke of Money; Sir, my business<br />
+For taking those Crowns must be dispatcht:<br />
+This little plot in the Countrey lies most fit<br />
+To do his Grace such serviceable uses,<br />
+I must about it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Couz.</i> &nbsp; Yet, before you goe,<br />
+Give me your hand, and bear my humble service<br />
+To the great Duke your Master, and his Duchess,<br />
+And live your self in favor: say my Wife<br />
+Shall there attend them shortly, so farewell.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; I'll see you mounted, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Couz.</i> &nbsp; It may not be,<br />
+Your place is far above it, spare your self,<br />
+And know I am your servant, fare ye well.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Couzen.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Sir I shall rest to be commanded by you,<br />
+This place of Secretary will not content me,<br />
+I must be more and greater: let me see;<br />
+To be a Baron is no such great matter<br />
+As people take it: for say I were a Count,<br />
+I am still an under-person to this Duke,<br />
+Which methinks sounds but harshly: but a Duke?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>O I am strangely taken, 'tis a Duke<br />
+Or nothing, I'll advise upon't, and see<br />
+What may be done by wit and industry.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Wife, Longoveil, Bewford, Servants.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; It must be carried closely with a care<br />
+That no man speak unto him, or come near him,<br />
+Without our private knowledge, or be made<br />
+Afore-hand to our practice:<br />
+My good husband,<br />
+I shall entreat you now to stay a while,<br />
+And prove a noble coxcomb.<br />
+Gentlemen,<br />
+Your counsel and advice about this carriage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Alas good man, I do begin to mourn<br />
+His dire Massacre: what a persecution<br />
+Is pouring down upon him! sure he is sinful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Let him be kept in's chamber under shew<br />
+Of state and dignity, and no man suffer'd<br />
+To see his noble face, or have access,<br />
+But we that are Conspirators.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Or else down with him into the Countrey amongst his Tenants,<br />
+There he may live far longer in his greatness,<br />
+And play the fool in pomp amongst his fellows.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; No, he shall play the fool in the City, and stay,<br />
+I will not lose the greatness of this jest,<br />
+That shall be given to my wit, for the whole Revenues.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Then thus wee'll have a guard about his person,<br />
+That no man come too near him, and our selves<br />
+Alwayes in company; have him into the City<br />
+To see his face swell; whilst, in divers corners,<br />
+Some of our own appointing shall be ready<br />
+To cry heaven bless your Grace, long live your Grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Servant, your counsel's excellent good,<br />
+And shall be follow'd, 'twill be rarely strange<br />
+To see him stated thus, as though he went<br />
+A shroving through the City, or intended<br />
+To set up some new <a name="p202_36" id="p202_36" class="fc">[stake]</a>:<br />
+I shall not hold<br />
+From open laughter, when I hear him cry,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>Come hither my sweet Duchess: let me kiss<br />
+Thy gracious lips: for this will be his phrases?<br />
+I fear me nothing but his legs will break<br />
+Under his mighty weight of such a greatness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Now me thinks dearest Lady you are too cruel;<br />
+His very heart will freeze in knowing this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; No, no, the man was never of such deepness,<br />
+To make conceit his Master: Sir, I'll assure ye<br />
+He will out-live twenty such pageants.<br />
+Were he but my Cozen, or my Brother,<br />
+And such a desperate killer of his fortune,<br />
+In this belief he should dye, though it cost me<br />
+A thousand Crowns a day to hold it up;<br />
+Or were I not known his wife, and so to have<br />
+An equal feeling of this ill he suffers,<br />
+He should be thus till all the Boyes i'th' Town<br />
+Made sute to weare his badges in their hats,<br />
+And walk before his Grace with sticks and nose-gayes,<br />
+We Married Women hold&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, no more.<br />
+The Duke is entring, set <a name="p203_20" id="p203_20" class="fc">you[r]</a> faces right,<br />
+And bow like Countrey Prologues: here he comes.<br />
+Make room afore, the Duke is entring.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; The choisest fortunes wait upon our Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; And give him all content and happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Let his great name live to the end of time.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; We thank you, and are pleas'd to give you notice<br />
+We shall at fitter times wait on your Loves,<br />
+Till when, be near Us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Longv.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a valiant purge, and works extreamly;<br />
+'Thas delivered him<br />
+Of all Right worshipful and gentle humors,<br />
+And left his belly full of nobleness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; It pleased the King my Master,<br />
+For sundry vertues not unknown to him,<br />
+And the all-seeing state, to lend his hand,<br />
+And raise me to this Eminence, how this<br />
+May seem to other Men, or stir the minds<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>Of such as are my fellow Peers, I know not,<br />
+I would desire their loves in just designs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Now by my faith he does well, very well:<br />
+Beshrew my heart I have not seen a better,<br />
+Of a raw fellow, that before this day<br />
+Never rehearst his state: 'tis marvellous well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Is he not Duke indeed, see how he looks<br />
+As if his spirit were a last, or two<br />
+Above his veins, and stretcht his noble hide.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Hee's high-brac't like a Drum, pray God he break not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Why let him break, there's but a Calves-skin lost.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; May it please your Grace to see the City,<br />
+'Twill be to the minds and much contentment<br />
+Of the doubtful people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; I am determin'd so, till my return<br />
+I leave my honour'd Dutchess to her chamber.<br />
+Be careful of your health, I pray you be so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Your Grace shall suffer us your humble servants<br />
+To give attendance, fit so great a person<br />
+Upon your body.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; I am pleased so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Away good <i>Bewford</i>, raise a guard sufficient<br />
+To keep him from the reach of Tongues, be quick;<br />
+And do you hear, remember how the streets<br />
+Must be dispos'd with, for cries, and salutations.<br />
+Your Grace determines not to see the King&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Not yet, I shall be ready ten dayes hence<br />
+To kiss his Highness hand, and give him thanks,<br />
+As it is fit I should for his great bounty.<br />
+Set forward Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Groom.</i> &nbsp; Room for the Duke there.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Duke and Train.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis fit he should have room to shew his mightiness,<br />
+He swells so with his poyson,<br />
+'Tis better to reclaim ye thus, than make<br />
+A sheeps-head of you, It had been but your due;<br />
+But I have mercy Sir, and mean to reclaim you<br />
+By a directer course.<br />
+That Woman is not worthy of a Soul<br />
+That has the sovereign power to rule her husband,<br />
+And gives her title up, so long provided<br />
+As there be fair play, and his state not wrong'd.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I would be glad to know whence this new Duke springs,<br />
+The people buz abroad; or by what title<br />
+He receiv'd his dignity, 'tis very strange<br />
+There should be such close jugling in the State,<br />
+But I am ty'd to silence, yet a day<br />
+May come, and soon to perfect all these doubts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; It is the mad <i>Shattillion</i> by my Soul,<br />
+I suffer much for this poor Gentleman;<br />
+I'll speak to him, may be he yet knows me.<br />
+<i>Monsieur Shattilion.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Can you give me reason from whence<br />
+This great Duke sprang that walks abroad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Even from the King himself.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shot.</i> &nbsp; As you are a Woman, I think you may be cover'd?<br />
+Yet your prayer would do no harm good Woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; God preserve him.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillions <i>Love</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I say Amen, and so say all good Subjects.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Lady, as ever you have lov'd, or shall,<br />
+As you have hope of heaven lend your hand,<br />
+And wit, to draw this poor distracted man<br />
+Under your roofe, from the broad eyes of people,<br />
+And wonder of the streets.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart;<br />
+My feeling of his grief and loss is much.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Sir, now you are come so near the prison, will ye<br />
+Goe in, and visit your fair Love: poor soul<br />
+She would be glad to see you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; This same Duke is but<br />
+Apocryphal, there's no creation<br />
+That can stand where titles are not right.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis true, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; That is another draught upon my life;<br />
+Let me examine well the words I spake.<br />
+The words I spake were, that this novel Duke<br />
+Is not o'th' true making, 'tis to me most certain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; You are as right, Sir, as you went by line.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; And to the grief of many thousands more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; If there be any such, God comfort them.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Whose mouths may open when the time shall please;<br />
+I'm betray'd, commend me to the King,<br />
+And tell him I am sound, and crave but justice;<br />
+You shall not need to have your guard upon me,<br />
+Which I am sure are plac'd for my attachment;<br />
+Lead on; I'm obedient to my bonds.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir be not displeased with us;<br />
+We are but servants to his Highness will,<br />
+To make that good.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I do forgive you even with my heart;<br />
+Shall I entreat a favor?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Any thing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; To see my love before that fatal stroak,<br />
+And publish to the world my christian death,<br />
+And true obedience to the Crown of <i>France</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; I hope it shall not need Sir, for there is mercy<br />
+As well as Justice in his Royal heart.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter three Gentlemen.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>1 Gent.</i> &nbsp; Every man take his corner, here am I,<br />
+You there, and you in that place, so be perfect,<br />
+Have a great care your cries be loud; and faces<br />
+Full of dejected fear and humbleness.<br />
+He comes.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Fye, how these streets are charg'd and swell'd<br />
+With these same rascally people! give more room,<br />
+Or I shall have occasion to distribute<br />
+A martial almes amongst you; as I am a Gentleman<br />
+I have not seen such rude disorder,<br />
+They follow him like a prize, there's no true gaper<br />
+Like to your Citizen, he will be sure<br />
+The Beares shall not pass by his door in peace,<br />
+But he and all his family will follow.<br />
+Room there afore: Sound:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke and his company.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ja.</i> &nbsp; Give room, and keep your places,<br />
+you may see enough; keep your places.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; These people are too far unmanner'd, thus<br />
+To stop your Graces way with multitudes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Rebuke them not, good <i>Monsieur</i>, 'tis their loves<br />
+Which I will answer, if it please my stars<br />
+To spare me life and health.<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Gen.</i> &nbsp; Bless your Grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; And you with all my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Gen.</i> &nbsp; Now heaven preserve your happy dayes:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; I thank you too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>3. Gen.</i> &nbsp; Now Heaven save your Grace;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; I thank you all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; On there before.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Stand Gentlemen, stay yet a while.<br />
+For I am minded to impart my love<br />
+To these good people, and my friends,<br />
+Whose love and prayers for my greatness,<br />
+Are equal in abundance, note me well,<br />
+And with my words; my heart? for as the Tree&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Your Grace had best beware, 'twill be inform'd<br />
+Your greatness with the people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I had more,<br />
+My honest, and ingenious people.&mdash;But<br />
+The weight of business hath prevented me.<br />
+I am call'd from you: but this tree I spake of<br />
+Shall bring forth fruit, I hope, to your content,<br />
+And so I share my bowels amongst you all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; A noble Duke, a very noble Duke.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a Gentleman.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Afore there Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; You'r faithfully met good <i>Monsieur Mount Marine</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Be advis'd, the time is alter'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Is he not the same man he was afore?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Still the same man to you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; You have received mighty Grace, be thankful.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; Let me not dye in ignorance;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; You shall not.<br />
+Then know, the King out of his love, hath pleas'd<br />
+To stile him Duke of <i>Burgundy</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Gen.</i> &nbsp; O great Duke,<br />
+Thus low, I plead for pardon, and desire<br />
+To be enrol'd amongst your poorest slaves.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you have mercy, and withal my hand,<br />
+From henceforth let me call you one of mine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Make room afore there, and dismiss the people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Every Man to his house in peace and quiet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Peop.</i> &nbsp; Now heaven preserve the Duke, heaven bless the Duke.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; This Letter came this morn from my Cosin<br />
+To the great Lady, high and mighty Duchess<br />
+Of <i>Burgundy</i>, be these delivered. Oh,<br />
+For a stronger lace to keep my breath<br />
+That I may laugh the nine days till the wonder<br />
+Fall to an ebb: the high and mighty Duchess?<br />
+The high and mighty God? what a stile is this!<br />
+Methinks it goes like a Duchy lope-man,<br />
+A ladder of 100 rounds will fail<br />
+To reach the top on't: well my gentle Cosin<br />
+I know by these contents, your itch of honor;<br />
+You must to the Court you say, and very shortly:<br />
+You shall be welcome; and if your wife have wit<br />
+I'll put her in a thriving course, if not<br />
+Her own sin on her own head, not a blot<br />
+Shall stain my reputation, only this<br />
+I must for healths sake sometimes make an ass<br />
+Of the tame moil my Husband; 'twill do him good,<br />
+And give him fresher brains, Me fresher bloud.<br />
+Now for the noble Duke, I hear him coming.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke, his train.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+Your Grace is well return'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; As well as may be:<br />
+Never in younger health, never more able:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>I mean to be your bed-fellow this night,<br />
+Let me have good encounter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Bless me heaven<br />
+What a hot meat this greatness is!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; It may be so,<br />
+For I'll be sworn he hath not got a snap<br />
+This two months on my knowledge, or her woman<br />
+Is damn'd for swearing it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Gentlemen for your attendance<br />
+And also your great pains, pray know my Lodgings<br />
+Better and oftner, do so Gentlemen.<br />
+Now by my honor, as I am a Prince,<br />
+I speak sincerely, know my lodgings better,<br />
+And be not strangers, I shall see your service<br />
+And your deservings, when you least expect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Om.</i> &nbsp; We humbly thank your grace for this great favor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Your Grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; Be ready for the Countrey,<br />
+And let my Tenants know the Kings great love:<br />
+Say I would see them, but the weight at Court<br />
+Lies heavy on my shoulders: let them know<br />
+I do expect their duties in attendance<br />
+Against the next feast, wait for my coming<br />
+To take up Post-horse, and be full of speed.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaq.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I would desire your Grace&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; You shall desire, and have your<br />
+Full desire: sweet Duchess speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; To have some conference with a Gentleman<br />
+That seems not altogether void of reason.<br />
+He talks of Titles, and things near the Crown,<br />
+And knowing none so fit as your <a name="p209_31" id="p209_31" class="fc">[good]</a> Grace,<br />
+To give the difference in such points of State&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; What is he? if he be noble, or have any part<br />
+That's worthy our converse, we do accept him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I can assure your Grace, his strain is noble,<br />
+But he's very subtle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Let him be so.<br />
+Let him have all the brains, I shall demonstrate<br />
+How this most Christian Crown of <i>France</i> can bear<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>No other shew of Title than the Kings.<br />
+I will go in and meditate for half an hour,<br />
+And then be ready for him presently,<br />
+I will convert him quickly, or confound him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Is mad <i>Shattillion</i> here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Is here, and's Lady,<br />
+I prethee servant fetch him hither.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Why, what do you mean to put him to?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; To chat with the mad lad my Husband;<br />
+'Twill be brave to hear them speak, babble,<br />
+Stare, and prate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; But what shall be the end of all this, Lady?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion <i>and Lady</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Leave that to me, now for the grand dispute,<br />
+For see, here comes <i>Shattillion</i>: as I live, methinks<br />
+All <i>France</i> should bear part of his griefs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I'll fetch my Lord the Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Where am I now, or whether will you lead me?<br />
+To my death? I crave my priviledge,<br />
+I must not dye, but by just course of Law.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; His Majesty hath sent by me your pardon,<br />
+He meant not you should dye; but would intreat you<br />
+To lay the full state of your Title open,<br />
+Unto a grave and Noble Gentleman.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Duke <i>and</i> Longovile.</p>
+
+<p>
+The Duke of <i>Burgundy</i> who here doth come,<br />
+Who, either by his wisdom will confute you,<br />
+Or else inform and satisfie the King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; May't please your grace, this is the Gentleman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Is this he that chops Logick with my Liege?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; D'ye mock me? you are great, the time will come,<br />
+When you shall be as much contemn'd as I,<br />
+Where are the antient compliments of <i>France</i>,<br />
+The upstarts brave the Princes of the bloud?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Your Title Sir, in short.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; He must Sir,<br />
+Be a better States-man than your self, that can<br />
+Trip me in any thing, I will not speak<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>Before these witnesses.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Depart the room, for none shall stay,<br />
+No, not my dearest Duchess.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; We'll stand behind the Arras and hear all.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; In that chair take your place, I in this,<br />
+Discourse your Title now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you shall know,<br />
+My Loves true Title, mine by Marriage,<br />
+Setting aside the first race of <i>French</i> Kings,<br />
+Which will not here concern us, as <i>Pharamond</i>,<br />
+With <i>Clodian</i>, <a name="p211_10" id="p211_10" class="fc"><i>Meroveus</i></a>, and <i>Chilperick</i>,<br />
+And to come down unto the second Race,<br />
+Which we will likewise slip&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; But take me with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I pray you give me leave, of <i>Martel Charles</i>,<br />
+The Father of King <i>Pippin</i>, who was, Sire<br />
+To <i>Charles</i> the Great, and famous <i>Charlemain</i>.<br />
+And to come to the third Race of <i>French</i> Kings,<br />
+Which will not be greatly pertinent in this cause,<br />
+Betwixt the King and me, of which you know<br />
+<i>HUGH CAPET</i> was the first,<br />
+Next his Son <i>Robert</i>, <i>Henry</i> then, and <i>Philip</i><br />
+With <i>Lewis</i>, and his Son a <i>Lewis</i> too,<br />
+And of that name the Seventh, but all this<br />
+Springs from a Female, as it shall appear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Now give me leave, I grant you this your Title<br />
+At the first sight, carries some shew of truth;<br />
+But if ye weigh it well, ye shall find light.<br />
+Is not his Majesty possest in peace,<br />
+And justice executed in his name,<br />
+And can you think the most Christian King<br />
+Would do this if he saw not reason for it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; But had not the Tenth <i>Lewis</i> a sole Daughter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I cannot tell.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; But answer me directly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; It is a most seditious question.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Is this your justice?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I stand for my King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Was ever Heir-apparant thus abus'd?<br />
+I'll have your head for this.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Why, do your worst.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Will no one stir to apprehend this Traitor?<br />
+A guard about my person, will none come?<br />
+Must my own royal hands perform the deed?<br />
+Then thus I do arrest you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Treason, help.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife</i>, Long. Bew. <i>and Serv.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Help, help, my Lord and Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Help <a name="p212_8" id="p212_8" class="fc">the Duke</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Forbear his grace's person.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Forbear you to touch him that<br />
+Your Heir-apparent weds,<br />
+But by this hand, I will have all your heads.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; How doth your Grace?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Why? well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; How do you find his Title?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a dangerous one,<br />
+As can come by a female.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; I, 'tis true,<br />
+But the Law <i>Salique</i> cuts him off from all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I do beseech your Grace, how stands his Title?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Pew, nothing; the Law <i>Salique</i> cuts him off from all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; My gracious Husband, you must now prepare,<br />
+In all your Graces pomp to entertain<br />
+Your Cosin, who is now a convertite,<br />
+And follows here, this night he will be here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Be ready all in haste, I do intend,<br />
+To shew before my Cosin's wondring face,<br />
+The greatness of my pomp, and of my place.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quartus. <a name="p212_29" id="p212_29" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Cosin and his Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, is all things carried to the Tailor?<br />
+The measure, and the fashion of the Gown,<br />
+With the best trim?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Man.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir, and 'twill be ready within this two days.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; For my self I care not,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>I have a suit or two of antient Velvet;<br />
+Which with some small correcting and addition,<br />
+May steal into the presence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Would my Gown were <a name="p213_3" id="p213_3" class="fc">ready; Husband</a>, I'll lay my life,<br />
+To make you something e'r to morrow night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; It must not be<br />
+Before we see the Duke, and have advice,<br />
+How to behave our selves: lets in the while,<br />
+And keep our selves from knowledge, till time shall call us.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Long. <i>and</i> Bew.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I much admire the fierce <i>masculine</i> spirit,<br />
+Of this dread <i>Amazon</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; This following night I'll have a wench in solace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I hear you,<br />
+And will be with you if I live, no more.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; My Lady would intreat your presence, Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; We will obey your Lady, she is worthy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; You, light alone, a word, or two.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Your Will, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Hark in your ear; wilt thou be married? speak, wilt thou marry?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Married? to whom Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; To a proper fellow, landed, and able bodied.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Why do you flout me, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I swear I do not; I love thee for thy Ladies sake, be free?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; If I could meet such matches as you speak of,<br />
+I were a very child to lose my time, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; What saist thou to Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I say he's a proper Gentleman, and far<br />
+Above my means to look at.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Dost thou like him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir, and ever did.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; He is thine own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; You are too great in promises.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Be rul'd, and follow my advice, he shall be thine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Would you would make it good, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Do but thus,<br />
+Get thee a cushion underneath thy cloaths,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>And leave the rest to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; I'll be your scholar,<br />
+I cannot lose much by the venture sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Thou wilt lose a pretty maidenhead, my rogue,<br />
+Or I am much o'th' bow hand, you'll remember<br />
+If all this take effect, who did it for <a name="p214_5" id="p214_5" class="fc">you,</a><br />
+And what I may deserve for such a kindness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Yours Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>and</i> Shattillion <i>severally</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Save ye Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Save the King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I pray you Sir, which is the nearest way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Save the King, this is the nearest way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Which is the nearest way to the Post-house?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; God save the King and his <a name="p214_14" id="p214_14" class="fc">Post-house</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I pray Sir direct me to the house.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p214_16" id="p214_16" class="fc"><i>Shat.</i></a> &nbsp; Heaven save the King, you cannot catch me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I do not understand you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; You do not, I say you cannot catch me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Not catch you, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, nor can the King,<br />
+With all his stratagems, and his forced tricks,<br />
+Although he put his Nobles in disguise;<br />
+Never so oft to sift into my words,<br />
+By course of Law, lay hold upon my life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; It is business that my Lord the Duke<br />
+Is by the King imployed in, and he thinks<br />
+I am acquainted with it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I shall not need to rip the cause up,<br />
+From the first, to you,<br />
+But if his Majesty had suffer'd me<br />
+To marry her, though she be after him,<br />
+The right heir general to the Crown of <i>France</i>.<br />
+I would not have convey'd her into <i>Spain</i>,<br />
+As it was thought, nor would I e'er have joyn'd,<br />
+With the reformed Churches, to make them,<br />
+Stand for my cause.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I do not think you would.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>And since I see you are a favourer<br />
+Of virtues, kept in bondage;<br />
+Tell directly to my soveraign King,<br />
+For so I will acknowledge him for ever,<br />
+How you have found my staid affections<br />
+Setled for peace, and for the present state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; And good Sir, tell him further this,<br />
+That notwithstanding all suggestions<br />
+Brought to him against me, and all his suspitions,<br />
+Which are <a name="p215_10" id="p215_10" class="fc">innumerable</a> to my treasons,<br />
+If he will warrant me but publique trial,<br />
+I'll freely yeild my self into his hands;<br />
+Can he have more than this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No by my troth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I would his Majesty would hear but reason,<br />
+As well as you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; But Sir, you do mistake me,<br />
+For I never saw the King.<br />
+In all my life but once, therefore good Sir,<br />
+May it please you to shew me which is the Post-house.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; I cry you mercy, Sir, then <a name="p215_21" id="p215_21" class="fc">you are</a> my friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; And such men are very rare with me,<br />
+The Post-house is hard by, farewel;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir, I must ride hard to night,<br />
+And it is dark already.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; I am cruel, to send this man directly to his death<br />
+That is my friend, and I might easily save him,<br />
+He shall not dye, come back, my friend, come back.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; What is your Will?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Do you not know?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Not I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; And do you gather nothing by my face?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Virtue is ever innocent,<br />
+Lay not the fault on me, I grieve for you,<br />
+And wish that all my tears might win your safety.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Alas good friend you are undone,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>The more ill fortune, mine to be the means<br />
+Of your sad overthrow, you know not me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No truly Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Would you had never seen me,<br />
+I am a man pursu'd by the whole state<br />
+And sure some one hath seen me talk with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Yes, divers Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Why then your head is gone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I'll out of town.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Would it were soon enough,<br />
+Stay if you love your life, or else you are taken.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; What shall I do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; I'll venture deeply for him,<br />
+Rather than to cast away an innocent,<br />
+Take courage friend, I will preserve thy life,<br />
+With hazard of mine own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; This night thou shalt be lodg'd within my doors,<br />
+Which shall be all lock'd fast, and in the morn<br />
+I'll so provide, you shall have free access,<br />
+To the Sea-side, and so be shipt away,<br />
+E'r any know it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, suddainly, I am afraid to dye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Then follow me.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt</i>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shatillion's <i>Love.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; This way he went, and there's the house, I hope,<br />
+His better Angel hath directed him,<br />
+To leave the wandring streets, poor Gentleman.<br />
+Would I were able with as free a heart,<br />
+To set his soul right, as I am to grieve,<br />
+The ruine of his fame, which God forgive me;<br />
+Sir, if you be within, I pray Sir speak to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; I am within, and will be; what are you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; A friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, you must pardon me,<br />
+I am acquainted with none such: be speedy,<br />
+Friend, there is no other remedy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; A word Sir, I say, I am your friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; You cannot scape by any other means,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>Be not fearful, God save the King,<br />
+What's your business, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; To speak with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Speak out then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Shall I not come up?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Thou shalt not: flie if thou be'st thine own friend,<br />
+There lies the suit and all the furniture<br />
+Belonging to the head, on with it friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Sir do you hear?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; I do, God bless the King,<br />
+It was a habit I had laid aside,<br />
+For my own person, if the state had forced me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, unlock your door.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Be full of speed, I see some 20 Musquetiers in ambush<br />
+Whate'r thou art, know I am here and will be,<br />
+Seest thou this bloody sword that cries revenge?<br />
+Shake not my friend, through millions of these foes<br />
+I'll be thy guard, and set thee safe aboard.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Dare you not trust me, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; My good <a name="p217_19" id="p217_19" class="fc">sword</a> before me,<br />
+And my allegeance to the King I tell thee<br />
+Captain (for so I ghess thee by thy Arms)<br />
+And the loose flanks of Halberdiers about thee,<br />
+Thou art too weak, and foolish to attempt me.<br />
+If you be ready, follow me, and hark you<br />
+Upon your life speak to no living wight,<br />
+Except my self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Monsieur <i>Shattillion</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sha.</i> &nbsp; Thou shalt not call agen; thus with my sword,<br />
+And the strong faith I bear unto the King;<br />
+Whom God preserve, I will <a name="p217_30" id="p217_30" class="fc">de[sc]end</a> my chamber,<br />
+And cut thy throat, I swear I'll cut thy throat,<br />
+Steal after me and live.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; I will not stay.<br />
+The fury of a man so far distracted.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Love.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion.</p>
+
+<p>
+Where's the Officer that dares not enter,<br />
+To intrap the life of my distressed friend?<br />
+I, have you hid your self? you must be found,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>What do you fear? is not authority on your side<br />
+Nay, I know the Kings command<br />
+Will be your warrant, why then fear you? speak<br />
+What strange designs are these? <i>Shattillion</i>,<br />
+Be resolute and bear thy self upright,<br />
+Though the whole world despise thee: soft, methinks.<br />
+I heard a rushing which was like the shake<br />
+Of a discovered Officer, I'll search<br />
+The whole street over, but I'll find thee out.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>in womans apparel</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; How my joynts do shake, where had I been<br />
+But for this worthy Gentleman, that<br />
+Hath some touch of my infortunes; would I were<br />
+Safe under hatches once, for <i>Callicut</i>,<br />
+Farewel the pomp of Court, I never more<br />
+Can hope to be a Duke or any thing,<br />
+I never more shall <a name="p218_16" id="p218_16" class="fc">see the</a> glorious face<br />
+Of my fair spreading Lord that lov'd me well.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Fly you so fast? I had a sight of you,<br />
+But would not follow you; I was too wise,<br />
+You shall not lead me with a cunning trick;<br />
+Where you may catch me; poor <i>Shattillion</i>;<br />
+Hath the Kings anger left thee never a friend?<br />
+No, all mens loves move by the breath of Kings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; It is the Gentleman that sav'd my life, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Bless <i>Shattillion</i>, another plot.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, 'tis I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Why, who are you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Your friend whom you preserv'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Whom I preserv'd?<br />
+My friend? I have no woman friend but one,<br />
+Who is too close in prison to be here;<br />
+Come near, let me look on you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; You should not be a woman by your stature.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I am none, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I know it, then keep off,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>Strange men and times! how I am still preserv'd!<br />
+Here they have sent a yeoman of the guard,<br />
+Disguis'd in womans clothes, to work on me,<br />
+To make love to me; and to trap my words,<br />
+And so insnare my life, I know you, Sir,<br />
+Stand back, upon your peril, can this be<br />
+In <i>Christian</i> Common-weals, from this time forth<br />
+I'll cut off all the means to work on me,<br />
+I'll ne'er stir from my house: and keep my doors<br />
+Lockt day and night, and cheapen meat and drink<br />
+At the next shops by Signs, out of my window,<br />
+And having bought it, draw it up in my garters.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir, will you help me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Do not follow me,<br />
+I'll take a course to live, despight of men.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Shat.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; He dares not venture for me, wretched <i>Jaques</i>!<br />
+Thou art undone for ever and for ever,<br />
+Never to rise again? what shall I do?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewfort.</p>
+
+<p>
+Where shall I hide me? here's one to take me,<br />
+I must stand close, and not speak for my life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; This is the time of night, and this the haunt,<br />
+In which I use to catch my Wastcoatiers,<br />
+It is not very dark, no, I shall spie 'em,<br />
+I have walk't out in such a pitchy night.<br />
+I could not see my fingers this far off,<br />
+And yet have brought home venison by the smell,<br />
+I hope they have not left their old walk, ah?<br />
+Have I spied you sitting by this light?<br />
+To me there's no such fine sight in the world,<br />
+As a white apron 'twixt twelve and one;<br />
+See how it glisters! do you think to scape?<br />
+See now I have you fast; come, and do not strive,<br />
+It takes away the edge of appetite;<br />
+Come, I'll be liberal every way.<br />
+Take heed you make no noise, for waking of the Watch.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Cosin and his Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Now the blessing of some happy guide,<br />
+To bring us to the Duke, and we are ready.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Long. <i>and Servant</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+Come forward, see the door is open'd,<br />
+And two of his Gent. I'll speak to them,<br />
+And mark how I behave my self, God save ye;<br />
+For less I cannot wish to men of sort, and of your seeming:<br />
+Are you of the Dukes?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; We are, Sir, and your servants, your salutes,<br />
+We give you back again with many thanks.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; When did you hear such words before Wife? peace,<br />
+Do you not dare to answer yet; is't fit<br />
+So mean a Gentleman as my self should crave,<br />
+The presence of the great Duke your Master?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Sir you may.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Shall we desire your name, and business, Sir?<br />
+And we will presently inform him of you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; My name is <i>Cleremont</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; You are his Graces kinsman,<br />
+Or I am much mistaken?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; You are right,<br />
+Some of his noble bloud runs through these veins,<br />
+Though far unworthy of his graces knowledge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Sir, we must all be yours; his graces kinsman,<br />
+And we so much forgetful? 'twas a rudeness,<br />
+And must attend your pardon, thus I crave it:<br />
+First to this beauteous Lady, whom I take<br />
+To be your Wife, Sir, next your mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; You have it, Sir, I do not like this kissing,<br />
+It lies so open to a world of wishes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; This is the merry fellow; this is he<br />
+That must be noble too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; And so he shall.<br />
+If all the Art I have can make him noble,<br />
+I'll dub him with a Knight-hood; if his wife<br />
+Will be but forward, and joyn issue,<br />
+I like her above excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Wil't please you<br />
+To walk a turn or two, whilst to the Duke<br />
+We make your comming known?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Serv. and</i> Long.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I shall attend, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; These Gentlemen are very proper men,<br />
+And kiss the best that e'er I tasted.<br />
+For goodness-sake husband, let us never more<br />
+Come near the Countrey, whatsoe'er betide us;<br />
+I am in malice with the memory<br />
+Of that same stinking dung-hil.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Why now you are my chicken and my dear,<br />
+Love where I love, hate where I hate: now<br />
+You shall have twenty Gowns, and twenty Chains,<br />
+See, the door is opening.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Groom.</i> &nbsp; Room afore there, the Duke is entring.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke</i>, <i>Wife</i>, Long. <i>Servant</i>, Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis the Duke, even he himself, be merry,<br />
+This is the golden age the Poet speaks on.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I pray it be not brazen'd by their faces,<br />
+And yet methinks they are the neatest Pieces<br />
+For shape, and cutting that e'er I beheld.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Most gracious Duke, my poor Spouse and my self,<br />
+Do kiss your mighty foot, and next to that<br />
+The great hand of your Dutchess, ever wishing<br />
+Your honors ever springing, and your years.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Cosin?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Your Graces vassal, far unworthy<br />
+The nearness of your blood.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Correct me not, I know the word I speak,<br />
+And know the person.<br />
+Though I be something higher than the place<br />
+Where common men have motion, and descending<br />
+Down with my eye, their forms are lessened to me;<br />
+Yet from this pitch can I behold my own,<br />
+From millions of those men that have no mark,<br />
+And in my fearful stoop, can make them stand,<br />
+When others feel <a name="p221_33" id="p221_33" class="fc">my feet</a>, and perish: Cosin,<br />
+Be comforted, you are very welcome, so<br />
+Is your fair Wife: the charge of whom I give<br />
+To my own dearest, and best beloved.<br />
+Tell me, you have resolv'd your self for Court,<br />
+And utterly renounc'd the slavish Countrey,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>With all the cares thereof?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I have, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Have you dismist your eating houshold,<br />
+Sold your hangings of <i>Nebuchadnezar</i>, for such they were,<br />
+As I remember, with the Furnitures<br />
+Belonging to your Beds and Chambers?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Have you most carefully ta'en off the Lead,<br />
+From <a name="p222_8" id="p222_8" class="fc">you[r]</a> roof, weak with age, and so prevented<br />
+The ruin of your house, and clapt him<br />
+In a summer suit of thatch to keep him cool?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; All this I have perform'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Then lend me all your hands, I will embrace my Cosin<br />
+Who is an understanding Gentleman,<br />
+And with a zeal mighty, as is my name,<br />
+Once more I bid you welcome to the Court;<br />
+My state again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duch.</i> &nbsp; As I was telling you, your Husband<br />
+Must be no more Commander, look to that,<br />
+Be several at meat, and lodging, let him have<br />
+Board-wages, and Diet, 'mongst his men i'th' Town<br />
+For pleasure, if he be given to't, let him have it,<br />
+Else as your own fancy shall direct you.<br />
+Cosin, you see this mighty man here: he was an ass<br />
+When he came first to Town: indeed he was<br />
+Just such another coxcomb as your Husband,<br />
+God bless the mark, and every good mans child!<br />
+This must not stir you Cosin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wif.</i> &nbsp; Heaven forbid!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Sweet <i>Maria</i>; provide the cushion ready for it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; It shall be done.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Receive all your advices from our self,<br />
+Be once a day with us, and so farewel<br />
+For this time, my fair Cosin, Gentlemen<br />
+Conduct him to his Lodging.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duch.</i> &nbsp; Farewel, and think upon my words.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I shall observe them.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Duke and Duchess.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Health, and the Kings continual love, attend you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Oh for a private place to ease my Lungs!<br />
+Heaven give me patience, such a pair of jades<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>Were never better ridden to this hour,<br />
+Pray heaven they hold out to the journeys end.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Twitch him aside good <i>Monsieur</i>, whilst I break<br />
+Upon the body of his strength, his wife,<br />
+I have a constant promise: she is my own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Ply her to wind-ward <i>Monsieur</i>, you have taken<br />
+The most compendious way to raise your self,<br />
+That could have been delivered by a Counsel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I have some certain aims, Sir: but my wife&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Your wife, you must not let that trouble you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; It will Sir, to see her in a strangers arms.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; What mean you? let her alone, be wise, stir not a foot<br />
+For if you do, all your hopes are buried:<br />
+I swear you are a lost man if you stir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, I will be more advis'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; But what great Office do you level at?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Sir, they are kissing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Let them kiss,<br />
+And much may do their good hearts; they must kiss<br />
+And kiss, and double kiss, and kiss again,<br />
+Or you may kiss the post for any rising:<br />
+Had your noble kinsman ever mounted<br />
+To these high Spheres of honor, now he moves in,<br />
+But for the kisses of his wife?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I know not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Then I do; credit me, he had been lost,<br />
+A fellow of no mark, and no repute.<br />
+Had not his wife kist soon, and very sweetly:<br />
+She was an excellent woman, and dispatcht him<br />
+To his <a name="p223_29" id="p223_29" class="fc">full being, in</a> a moment, Sir&mdash;      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Long. <i>and Wife</i>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; But yet methinks he <a name="p223_30" id="p223_30" class="fc">[sh]ould</a> not take her, Sir,<br />
+Into a private room.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Now stand and flourish,<br />
+You are a <a name="p223_33" id="p223_33" class="fc">mad[e]</a> man for ever.<br />
+I do envy you if you stand your fortunes up,<br />
+You are the happiest man, but your great Cosin,<br />
+This day in Court: well, I will marry surely,<br />
+And not let every man out-run me thus.<br />
+'Tis time to be mine own friend, I live<br />
+In town here, and direct the readiest way,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>To other men, and be a slave my self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Nay, good Sir be not mov'd, I am your servant,<br />
+And will not be ungrateful for this knowledge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Will you be walking home?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I would desire to have my wife along.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; You are too raw,<br />
+Begone, and take no notice where you left her,<br />
+Let her return at <a name="p224_7" id="p224_7" class="fc">leasure,</a> if she stay<br />
+A month, 'twill be the better, understand me<br />
+This Gentleman can do't.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Cosin.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I will Sir, and wife remember me, a Duke, a Duke wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Aboard her <i>Longaveile,</i> she's thine own,<br />
+To me the fooling of this fool is venery.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Servant.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewford <i>and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Come, prethee come, have I not crowns? behold<br />
+And follow me, here; not a word, go in<br />
+Grope by the walls, and you shall find a bed,<br />
+Lie down there, see, see, a turn or two, to give<br />
+My blood some heats, and I am presently<br />
+For action: darkness, by thy leave, I come.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Bew.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; I am perfect in my lesson, be my speed,<br />
+Thou god of marriage, this is the door, I'll knock.<br />
+<br />
+Bew. <i>within</i>. Whose there, I cannot come yet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Stay till I light a candle, who are ye?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Sir? a poor Gentlewoman.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewford.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Oh come in, I'll find a time for you too, be not loud.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you have found that time already, shame<br />
+On my soul therefore.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Why? what's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Do you not see, Sir, is your light so dim?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Do you not wait on the Lady Mount <i>Marine</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; I do Sir, but my love on you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Poor soul! how cam'st thou by this big belly?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; By your self.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; By heaven I ne'er touch'd your body.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ma.</i> &nbsp; Yes, unswear that oath again, I'll tell you all;<br />
+These two years I have lov'd you, but the means<br />
+How to enjoy you, I did never know<br />
+Till Twelf-night last, when hearing of your game<br />
+To take up wenches private in the night,<br />
+I apprehended straight this course to make<br />
+My self as one of them, and wait your coming;<br />
+I did so, and enjoyed you, and now this child<br />
+That now is quick within me, hide my shame,<br />
+And marry me, or else I must be forc'd&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long. within.</i> Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>, Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Whose that calls?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Are you a bed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, the hangings.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longaveil.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Nay <i>Monsieur</i>, I'll forbid that, we'll have fair play,<br />
+Lend me your candle, are you taken <i>Bewford</i>?<br />
+A lecher of your practice, and close carriage<br />
+To be discovered thus? I am asham'd<br />
+So great a master in his art should fail,<br />
+And stagger in his grounds.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; You're wide,<br />
+This woman and my self are man and wife,<br />
+And have been so this half year,<br />
+Where are you now? have I been discover'd?<br />
+You cannot break so easily on me, Sir,<br />
+I am too wary to be open'd by you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; But these are but illusions, to give colour<br />
+To your most mystick leachery, but Sir,<br />
+The belly hath betraid you all, it must out.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Good <i>Longaveil</i> believe me on my faith,<br />
+I am her husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; On my faith I cannot, unless I saw<br />
+Your hands fast, and your hearts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Why <i>Longavile</i>, when did I give that to your ears,<br />
+That was not truth? by all the world she's mine,<br />
+She is my wife, and to confirm you better<br />
+I give my self again, here take my hand<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>And I yours, we are once more married,<br />
+Will this content you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Yes I am believing, and God give you joy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; My loving wife, I will not wrong thee,<br />
+Since I am thine and only loved of thee<br />
+From this hour I vow my self a new man,<br />
+Be not jealous: for though I had a purpose,<br />
+To have spent an hour or two in solace otherwise,<br />
+And was provided for it, yet my love<br />
+Shall put a better temper to my blood,<br />
+Come out thou woman of unwholsome life,<br />
+Be sorry for thy sins, and learn to mend,<br />
+Nay, never hide your face, you shall be seen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i>, why <i>Jaques</i>, art thou that <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+The very staffe, and right hand of our Duke?<br />
+Speak, thou bearded <i>Venus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I am he, by miracle preserv'd to be that <i>Jaques</i>,<br />
+Within this two hours Gentlemen, poor <i>Jaques</i><br />
+Was but as coarse in grave: a man of wisdom,<br />
+That of my conscience, if he had his right<br />
+Should have a pretty State, but that's all one<br />
+That Noble Gentleman did save this life,<br />
+I keep it for him, 'tis his own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Bacchus</i>! is all the world drunk? come we'll to the Duke<br />
+And give thanks for this delivery.<br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quintus. <a name="p226_25" id="p226_25" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke and</i> Jaques.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Not gone unto my Tenants to relate<br />
+My Grace and Honor; <a name="p226_28" id="p226_28" class="fc">[and]</a> the mightiness<br />
+Of my new name, which would have struck a terror<br />
+Through their course doublets, to their very hearts?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Alas, great Lord and Master, I could scarce<br />
+With safety of my life return again<br />
+Unto your graces house, and but for one<br />
+That had some mercy, I had sure been hang'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; My house?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p226_36" id="p226_36" class="fc"><i>J</i>[<i>a</i>]<i>q.</i></a> &nbsp; Yes Sir, this house, your house i' th' Town.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i> we are displeas'd, hath it no name?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; What name?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Dull rogue; what hath the King bestow'd<br />
+So many honors, open'd all his springs,<br />
+And show'red his graces down upon my head,<br />
+And has my house no name? no title yet?<br />
+<i>Burgundy</i> &nbsp; house you ass.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Your graces mercy,<br />
+when I was come off, and had recover'd<br />
+<i>Burgundy</i> &nbsp; house, I durst not yet be seen,<br />
+But lay all night for fear of pursevants<br />
+In <i>Burgundy</i> privie house.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Oh Sir, 'tis well,<br />
+Can you remember now? but <i>Jaques</i> know<br />
+Since thy intended journey is so crost,<br />
+I will go down my self this morning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Have I not said this morning?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; But consider,<br />
+That nothing is prepared yet for your journey,<br />
+Your graces teams not here to draw your cloaths;<br />
+And not a Carrier yet in town to send by.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I say once more go about it,<br />
+You're a wise man, you'd have me linger time,<br />
+Till I have worn these cloaths out: will ye go?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Jaq.</span><br />
+Make ye ready Wife.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; I am so, mighty Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Nay, for the Countrey.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; How? for the Countrey?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Yes I am resolv'd to see my Tenants in this bravery,<br />
+Make them a sumptuous feast, with a slight shew,<br />
+Of <i>Dives</i> and <i>Lazarus</i>, and a squib or two,<br />
+And so return.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir? you are not mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; How many Dukes have ye known mad? I pray speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; You are the first, Sir, and I hope the last,<br />
+But you are stark horn-mad.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Forbear good wife.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; As I have faith you're mad: your horns<br />
+Have been too heavy for you, and have broke<br />
+Your skull in pieces: If you be in earnest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Well, you shall know my skull and wits are whole<br />
+E'r I have done, and yet I am in earnest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Why, do you think I'll go?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I know you shall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; I shall? by what authority shall I?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I am your Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; True, I confess it,<br />
+And by that name, the world hath given you<br />
+A power to sway me; but Sir, you shall know<br />
+There is a greater bond that ties me here,<br />
+Allegeance to the King, has he not heapt<br />
+Those honors on you to no other end,<br />
+But to stay you here, and shall I have a hand<br />
+In the offending such a gracious Prince?<br />
+Besides, our own undoings lies upon't,<br />
+Were there no other cause, I do not see,<br />
+Why you should go: If I should say you should not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Do you think so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Yes faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Now good wife make me understand that point.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Why that you shall, did I not bring you hither?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; And were not all <a name="p228_25" id="p228_25" class="fc">these</a> honors wrought out of the fire by me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; By you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; By me? how strange you make it!<br />
+When you came first, did you not walk the Town,<br />
+In a long Cloak half compass? an old Hat,<br />
+Lin'd with Vellure, and on it for a band,<br />
+A skein of crimson Cruil?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I confess it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; And took base courses?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Base?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Base, by this light, extream base, and scurvie, monstrous base.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p228_36" id="p228_36" class="fc"><i>Du</i>[<i>k</i>]<i>e.</i></a> &nbsp; What were these courses, wife?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Why, you shall know,<br />
+Did you not thus attir'd, trot up and down,<br />
+Plotting for vild and lowsie Offices,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>And agreed with the Sergeant of the Bears,<br />
+To buy his place? deny this, if you can.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Why it is true.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; And was not that monstrous base?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Be advis'd wife, a Bear's a Princely beast.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; A Bear?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Yes wife, and one side venison.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; You're more than one side fool, <a name="p229_7" id="p229_7" class="fc">[I'm]</a> sure of that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; But since you have vext me wife, know you shall go;<br />
+<a name="p229_9" id="p229_9" class="fc">Or you shall never</a> have penny from me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Nay, I have done, and though I know 'twill be<br />
+Your overthrow, I'll not forsake you now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Be ready then.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Duke.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; I will.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewf. Long. <i>Serv.</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; What are you married <i>Bewford</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I, as fast as words, and hearts, and hands, and Priest can make us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Oh Gentlemen, we are undone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; For what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; This Gentleman, the Lord of <a name="p229_19" id="p229_19" class="fc"><i>Lor</i>[<i>n</i>]<i>e</i></a>, my Husband,<br />
+Will be gone down to shew his play-fellows<br />
+Where he is gay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; What, down into <a name="p229_22" id="p229_22" class="fc">[the]</a> Countrey?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Yes faith, was ever fool but he so cross?<br />
+I would as fain be gracious to him,<br />
+As he could wish me, but he will not let me;<br />
+Speak faithfully, will he deserve my mercy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; According to his merits he should wear,<br />
+A guarded coat, and a great wooden dagger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; If there be any woman that doth know,<br />
+The duties 'twixt a Husband and his wife,<br />
+Will speak but one word for him, he shall scape;<br />
+Is not that reasonable? but there's none,<br />
+Be ready therefore, to pursue the plot<br />
+We had against a pinch, for he must stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Wait you here for him, whilst I goe<br />
+And make the King acquainted with your sport,<br />
+For fear he be incens'd for our attempting<br />
+Places of so great honor.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Long.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Go, be speedy.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke</i>, <i>Cosin</i>, <i>Wife</i>, Jaques, <i>Man</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Come let me see how all things are dispos'd of.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; One Cart will serve for all your furniture,<br />
+With room enough behind to ease the Footman,<br />
+A capcase for <a name="p230_5" id="p230_5" class="fc">you[r]</a> linnen, and your plate,<br />
+With a strange lock that opens with <i>Amen</i>,<br />
+For my young Lord, because of easie portage,<br />
+A quiver of your graces lin'd with Cunney,<br />
+Made to be hang'd about the Nurses neck,<br />
+Thus, with a Scarfe or Towel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Very good.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Nay, 'tis well, but had you staid another week,<br />
+I would have had <a name="p230_13" id="p230_13" class="fc">you furnisht, in</a> such pomp,<br />
+As never Duke of <i>Burgundy</i> was furnisht,<br />
+You should have had a Sumpter, though 't had cost me<br />
+The laying on my self, where now you are fain,<br />
+To hire a Rippers mare, and buy new dossers,<br />
+But I have got them painted with your Arms,<br />
+With a fair darnex Carpet of my own<br />
+Laid cross for the more state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i> I thank you: your Carpet shall be brusht<br />
+And sent you home; what, are you ready wife?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; An hour ago.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I cannot chuse but kiss thy royal Lips,<br />
+Dear <i>Duchess</i> mine, thou art so good a woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Youl'd say so if you knew all, goodman Duckling.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; This was the happiest fortune could befal me<br />
+Now in his absence will I follow close<br />
+Mine own preferment, and I hope e'r long,<br />
+To make my mean and humble name so strong,<br />
+As my great Cosins, when the world shall know,<br />
+I bear too hot a spirit to live low.<br />
+The next Spring will I down, my wife and houshold,<br />
+I'll have my Ushers, and my four Lacquies,<br />
+Six spare Caroches too, but mum, no more,<br />
+What I intend to do, I'll keep in store.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Mountey, mountey, <i>Jaques</i>, be our Querry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Groom.</i> &nbsp; To horse there Gentlemen, and fall in couples.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Come honoured Duchess.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longavile.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Stand thou proud man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Thieves, <i>Jaques</i>, raise the people.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; No, raise no people, 'tis the Kings command,<br />
+Which bids thee once more stand, thou haughty man,<br />
+Thou art a monster, for thou art ungrateful,<br />
+And like a fellow of a rebel nature,<br />
+Hast flung from his embraces: and for<br />
+His honors given thee, hast not return'd<br />
+So much as thanks, and to oppose his Will,<br />
+Resolv'd to leave the Court, and set the Realm<br />
+A fire, in discontent, and open action:<br />
+Therefore he bids thee stand, thou proud man,<br />
+Whilst with the whisking of my sword about,<br />
+I take thy honors off: this first sad whisk<br />
+Takes off thy Dukedom, thou art but an Earl.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; You are mistaken, <i>Longavile</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Oh would I were: this second whisk divides<br />
+Thy Earldom from thee, thou art yet a Baron.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; No more whisks if you love me <i>Longavile</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Two whisks are past, and two are yet behind,<br />
+Yet all must come, but not to linger time.<br />
+With these two whisks I end, now mount <i>Marine</i>,<br />
+For thou art now no more, so says the King,<br />
+And I have done his Highness Will with grief.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p231_26" id="p231_26" class="fc">Degraded</a> from my honors?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis too certain.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I am no Traitor sure, that I know of;<br />
+Speak <i>Jaques</i>, hast thou ever heard me utter word<br />
+Tending to Treason, or to bring in the enemy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Alas Sir, I know nothing,<br />
+Why should your Worship bring me in to hang me?<br />
+<a name="p231_33" id="p231_33" class="fc">[God's my judge Gentlemen]</a> I never medled<br />
+But with the brushing of his cloaths, or fetching<br />
+In water in a morning for his hands.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Are these the honors of this place? <i>Anthony</i><br />
+Help me to take her Gown off quickly,<br />
+Or I'll so swinge ye for't&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why Husband? Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; I'll not loose a penny by this town.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Why what do you mean, Sir, have her to her lodging,<br />
+And there undress her, I will wait upon her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Indeed you shall not, your month is out I take it,<br />
+Get you out before me wife:<br />
+Cosin farewel, I told you long agoe,<br />
+That pride begins with pleasure, ends with woe.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit with's Wife.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Goe thy way sentences, 'twill be thy fortune,<br />
+To live and dye a Cuckold, and Churchwarden.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Oh my poor Husband! what a heavy fortune<br />
+Is fallen upon him!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Methinks 'tis strange,<br />
+That heaven fore-warning great men of their falls,<br />
+With such plain tokens, they should not avoid <a name="p232_15" id="p232_15" class="fc">'em:</a><br />
+For the last night betwixt eleven and twelve,<br />
+Two great and hideous blazing stars were seen<br />
+To fight a long hour by the clock, the one<br />
+Drest like a Duke, the other like a King;<br />
+Till at the last the crowned Star o'er-came.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Why do ye stand so dead, Monsieur <i>Marine</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; So <i>C&aelig;sar</i> fell, when in the Capitol<br />
+They gave his body two and thirty wounds.<br />
+Be warned all ye Peers, and by my fall,<br />
+Hereafter learn to let your wives rule all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Monsieur <i>Marine</i>, pray let me speak with you;<br />
+Sir, I must wave you to conceal this party,<br />
+It stands upon my utter overthrow;<br />
+Seem not discontented, nor do not stir afoot,<br />
+For if you do, you and your hope&mdash;<br />
+I swear you are a lost man if you stir.<br />
+And have an eye to <i>Bewford</i>, he'll tempt you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, for shame go down;<br />
+Were I <i>Marine</i>, <a name="p232_34" id="p232_34" class="fc">[by heaven]</a> I would go down:<br />
+And being there, I would rattle him such an answer<br />
+Should make him smoke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Good Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>, peace<br />
+Leave these rebellious words,<br />
+Or by the honors which I once enjoyed,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span>And yet may swear by,<br />
+I'll tell the King of your proceedings;<br />
+I am satisfied.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; You talkt of going down when 'twas not fit,<br />
+But now let's see your spirit,<br />
+A thousand and a thousand will expect it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Why wife, are ye mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; No, nor drunk, but I'd have you know your own strength.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; You talke like a most foolish woman, wife;<br />
+I tell you I will stay, yet I have a<br />
+Crotchet troubles me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; More crotchets yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Follow me <i>Jaques</i>, I must have thy counsel,<br />
+I will return again, stay you there wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I fear this loss of honor will give him some few stools.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wif.</i> &nbsp; No, no, he is resolv'd, he will not<br />
+Stir a foot, I'll lay my life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; I, but he's discontented, how shall we resolve that,<br />
+And make him stay with comfort?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Faith <i>Bewford</i> we must even let nature work,<br />
+For he's the sweetest temper'd man for that<br />
+As one can wish, for let men but go about to fool him,<br />
+And he'll have his finger as deep in't as the best;<br />
+But see where he comes frowning, bless us all!<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Off with your hats, for here doth come<br />
+The high and mighty Duke of <i>Burgundy</i>.<br />
+What ever you may think, I have thought<br />
+And thought, and thought upon't, and I find it plain,<br />
+The King cannot take back what he has given,<br />
+Unless I forfeit it by course of Law.<br />
+Not all the water in the River <i>Seine</i>,<br />
+Can wash the blood out of these Princely veins.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; God-a-mercy Husband, thou art the best<br />
+To work out a thing at a pinch in <i>France</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I will ascend my State again,<br />
+Duchess, take your place,<br />
+And let our Champion enter.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Has he his Champion? that's excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; And let loud Musick sound before his entrance.<br />
+Sound Trumpet.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>in Armor</i>, <i>one carrying a Scutcheon before him</i>, <i>and a two-handed Sword</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; How well our Champion doth demean himself,<br />
+As if he had been made for such an action?<br />
+Methinks his sturdy truncheon he doth weild,<br />
+Like <i>Mars</i> approaching to a bloody field.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I think there's no man so desperate<br />
+To dare encounter with our Champion,<br />
+But trust me, <i>Jaques</i>, thou hast pleas'd us well;<br />
+Once more our warlike Musick, then proceed.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillion.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; What wondrous age is this! what close proceedings!<br />
+I hear the clang of Trumpets in this house,<br />
+To what intent do not our States-men search?<br />
+Oh no, they look not into simple truth;<br />
+For I am true, and they regard not me,<br />
+A man in Armor too: God save the King,<br />
+The world will end, there's nought but treachery.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I <i>Jaques</i>, servant to the high and mighty <i>Godfrey</i>,<br />
+Duke of <i>Burgundy</i>, do come hither to prove by natural<br />
+strength, and activity of my body, without the help of sorcery,<br />
+inchantment, or negromancy, that the said <i>Godfrey</i>,<br />
+late of <i>Mount Marine</i>, and now of <i>Burgundy</i>, hath perfect<br />
+right thereto, notwithstanding the Kings command to the<br />
+contrary, and no other person whatsoever: and in token<br />
+that I will be ready to make good the same: I throw down<br />
+my gage, which is my honor, pronounced the 37 of <i>Feb.<br />
+Stilo novo</i>, <i>God save the</i> Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Of all the plots the King hath laid for me<br />
+This was the shrewdest, 'tis my life they seek<br />
+And they shall have it: if I should refuse<br />
+To accept the challenge in the Kings behalf,<br />
+They have some cause to take away my life,<br />
+And if I do accept it, who can tell,<br />
+But I may fall by doubtful chance of War?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>'Twas shrew'd, but I must take the least of evils,<br />
+I take thy gauntlet up, thou treacherous man,<br />
+That stands in armed Coat against the King.<br />
+Whom God preserve, and with my single sword,<br />
+Will justifie whatever he commands;<br />
+I'll watch him for catching of my words.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i> go on, defend our Princely Title.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Why shrink'st thou back? thou hast an evil cause;<br />
+Come forward man, I have a rock about me,<br />
+I fight for my true Liege.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Go forward <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,<br />
+I will not fight with him, with any else<br />
+I'll shew my resolution speedily.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Come, do thy worst, for the King shall see<br />
+All is not true, that is reported of me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I may not fight with him by Law of Arms.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; What? shall my Title fall? wilt thou not fight?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Never with him that once hath sav'd my life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Dar'st thou not fight? behold then, I do go<br />
+Strong with the zeal I bear my Sovereign,<br />
+And seize upon that haughty man himself.<br />
+Descend the steps (that thou hast thus usurp'd<br />
+Against the King and State,) down to the ground,<br />
+And if thou do utter but a syllable<br />
+To cross the Kings intent, thou art but dead;<br />
+There, lye upon the earth, and pine, and dye.<br />
+Did ever any man wade through such storms<br />
+To save his life, as poor <i>Shattillion</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I fear this challenge hath spoil'd all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Ne'er fear it, he'll work it out again, servant.<br />
+See where <i>Shattillion's</i> Love, poor Lady, comes.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Love.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Duke. Jaques.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Lie still, Sir, if you love your life, I'll whistle when he's gone,<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Oh Gentlemen, I charge you by the Love<br />
+Which you bear to women, take some pitty<br />
+On this distressed man, help to restore<br />
+That precious Jewel to him he hath lost.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span>
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Lady, what ever power doth lie in us<br />
+By Art, or Prayer, or danger, we are yours.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; A strange conceit hath wrought this malady,<br />
+Conceits again must bring him to himself,<br />
+My strict denial to his Will wrought this:<br />
+And if you could but draw his wilder thoughts<br />
+To know me, he would sure recover sense.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; That charge I'll undertake.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Look <i>Jaques</i>, look, for Gods sake let me rise,<br />
+This greatness is a jade, I cannot sit it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; His sword is up, and yet he watcheth you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Du.</i> &nbsp; I'll down again, pray for thy Master, <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Now the King may see all the suggestions are not true,<br />
+He hath receiv'd against my loyalty;<br />
+When all men else refuse, I fight his battels,<br />
+And thrust my body into dangers mouth;<br />
+I am become his Champion, and this sword<br />
+Has taught his enemies to know themselves;<br />
+Oh that he would no more be jealous of me!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Monsieur <i>Shattillion</i>, the King <a name="p236_19" id="p236_19" class="fc">ass[ign]s</a> you,<br />
+That for this valiant loyal act of yours,<br />
+He hath forgot all jealousies and fears,<br />
+And never more will tempt you into danger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; But how shall I believe this, what new token<br />
+Of reconcilement will he shew me?<br />
+Let him release my poor Love from her torment,<br />
+From her hard fare, and strict imprisonment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; He hath done this to win your after-love,<br />
+And see your Lady sent you from the King<br />
+By these two Gentlemen: be thankful for her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; She lives, she lives, I know her by the power<br />
+Shoots from her eyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Rise dear <i>Shattillion</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I know my duty,<br />
+Next unto my King, I am to kneel to you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; I'll have you rise, fetch me a chair, sit down <i>Shat</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; I am commanded, and faith tell me Mistriss,<br />
+What usage have you had? pray be plain!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Oh my most lov'd <i>Shattillion</i>, pain enough,<br />
+But now I am free, thanks to my God and King.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span>
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; His eyes grow very heavy, not a word,<br />
+That his weak senses may come sweetly home.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; The King is honourable.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; When do you whistle <i>Jaques</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; By and by.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Come hither Monsieur, canst thou laugh a little?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; So thou shalt then. <i>Bewford</i>, how dost thou?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Why well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I'm glad on't, and how does thy wife?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Why, you may see her, Sir, she stands behind you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; By the mass she's there indeed, but where's her belly?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Belly?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; Her great belly, man; what hast thou sent thee?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; A Boy, I'll lay my life, it tumbled so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Catcht by this light.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I'll be a Gossip <i>Bewford</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; And I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; I have an odd Apostle spoon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; S'foot, catcht.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; He's married to your woman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; And I not know it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas a venial sin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Gall, gall, gall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Forgive her, Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>, 'twas her love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; You may rise if you please, I must endure it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; See how my great Lord lies upon the ground<br />
+And dare not stir yet!<br />
+<a name="p237_29" id="p237_29"></a><i>Jaques</i> whistles?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques</i>, <i>Jaques</i>, is the Kings Champion gon yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; No, but he's asleep.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Is he asleep art sure?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; I am sure he is, I hear him snore.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Then by your favours Gentlemen I rise,<br />
+And know I am a Duke still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; And I am his Champion.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Hold thee there, and all <i>France</i> cannot mend thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I am a Prince as great within my thoughts<br />
+As when the whole state did adorn my person;<br />
+What trial can be made to try a Prince?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span>I will <a name="p237_41" id="p237_41" class="fc">[o]ppose</a> this noble corps of mine<br />
+To any danger that may end the doubt.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; Great Duke, and Husband, there is but one way<br />
+To satisfie the world of our true right,<br />
+And it is dangerous.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; What may it be?<br />
+Were it to bring the great Turk bound in chains<br />
+Through <i>France</i> in triumph: or to couple up<br />
+The <i>Sophie</i>, and great <i>Prestor John</i> together,<br />
+I would attempt it Duchess, tell the course.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duc.</i> &nbsp; There is a strong opinion through the world,<br />
+And no doubt, grounded on experience,<br />
+That Lions will not touch a lawful Prince,<br />
+If you be confident then of your right,<br />
+Amongst the Lions bear your naked body,<br />
+And if you come off clear, and never winch,<br />
+The world will say you are a perfect Prince.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Duchess, for your kind advice,<br />
+But now we do not affect those ravenous beasts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; A Lion is a beast to try a King;<br />
+But for the trial of such a state like this<br />
+<i>Pliny</i> &nbsp; reports a mastive dog will serve.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; We will not deal with dogs at all, but men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; You shall not need to deal with them at all,<br />
+Hark you Sir, the King doth know you are a Duke:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; No, does he?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and is content you shall be, but with this caution,<br />
+That none know it but your self:<br />
+For if ye do, he'll take it away by Act of Parliament.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Here's my hand, and whilst I live or breath,<br />
+No living wight shall know I am a Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Mark me directly, Sir, your wife may know it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; May not <i>Jaques</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Yes, he may.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; May not my Countrey Cosin?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; By no means, Sir, if you love your life and state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Well then, know all, I am no Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; No, I'll swear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Long.</i> &nbsp; See, he wakes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Where am I, or where have I been all this while?<br />
+Sleep hath not sate so sound upon mine eyes<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>But I remember well that face;<br />
+Oh thou too cruel, leave at length to scorn<br />
+Him that but looking on thy beauty, dies,<br />
+Either receive me, or put out my eyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Dearest <i>Shattillion</i>, see upon my knees,<br />
+I offer up my love, forget my wrongs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Art thou mine own?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; By heaven I am.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Then all the world is mine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; I have stranger things to tell thee, my dearest love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Shat.</i> &nbsp; Tell nothing, but that thou art mine own:<br />
+I do not care to know where I have been,<br />
+Or how I have liv'd, or any thing,<br />
+But that thou art my own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bew.</i> &nbsp; Well wife, though 'twere a trick that made us wed,<br />
+We'll make our selves merry soon in bed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Know all, I am no Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What <a name="p239_17" id="p239_17" class="fc">[saye]?</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; <i>Jaques?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Jaq.</i> &nbsp; Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; I am a Duke.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Both.</i> &nbsp; Are ye?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Duke.</i> &nbsp; Yes faith, yes faith.<br />
+But it must only run among our selves,<br />
+And <i>Jaques</i>, thou shalt be my Secretary still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Kind Gentlemen, lead in <i>Shattillion</i>,<br />
+For he must needs be weak and sickly yet.<br />
+Now all my labours have a perfect end, as I could wish,<br />
+Let all young sprightly wives that have<br />
+Dull foolish coxcombs to their Husbands,<br />
+Learn by me their duties, what to do,<br />
+Which is, to make 'em fools, and please 'em too.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3>EPILOGUE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>The Monuments of virtue, and desert,<br />
+Appear more goodly, when the gloss of Art<br />
+Is eaten off by time, than when at first<br />
+They were set up, not censur'd at the worst.<br />
+We'ave done our best, for your contents to fit,<br />
+With new pains, this old monument of wit.</i><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p>
+<h2><small>THE</small><br />
+<big>CORONATION.</big><br />
+A Comedy.</h2>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+
+<h3><a name="p240_4" id="p240_4" class="fc"></a>The Persons represented in the Play.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>
+<i>Philocles.</i><br />
+<i>Lisander.</i><br />
+<i>Cassander.</i><br />
+<i>Lisimachus.</i><br />
+<i>Antigonu.</i><br />
+<i>Arcadius.</i><br />
+<i>Macarius.</i><br />
+<i>Seleucus.</i><br />
+<i>Queen.</i><br />
+<i>Charilla.</i><br />
+<i>Polidora.</i><br />
+<i>Nestorius.</i><br />
+<i>Eubulus.</i><br />
+<i>A Bishop.</i><br />
+<i>Polianus.</i><br />
+<i>Sophia.</i><br />
+<i>Demetrius.</i><br />
+<i>Gentlemen and Gentlewomen.</i><br />
+<i>Servants and Attendants.</i><br />
+</p></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3><a name="p240_24" id="p240_24" class="fc">PROLOGUE</a>.</h3>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>Since 'tis become the Title of our Play,<br />
+A woman once in</i> <a name="p240_26" id="p240_26" class="fc"><i>a</i> [<i>Coronation may</i>]</a><br />
+<i>With pardon, speak the</i> Prologue, <i>give as free<br />
+A welcome to the Theatre, as he<br />
+That with a little Beard, a long black Cloak,<br />
+With a starch'd face, and supple leg hath spoke<br />
+Before the Plays the twelvemonth, let me then<br />
+Present a welcome to these Gentlemen,<br />
+If you be kind, and noble, you will not<br />
+Think the worse of me for my Petticote:<br />
+But to the Play, the Poet bad me tell<br />
+His fears first in the Title, lest</i> <a name="p240_36" id="p240_36" class="fc"><i>i</i>[<i>t</i>]</a> <i>swell<br />
+Some thoughts with expectation of a strain,<br />
+That but once could be seen in a Kings Reign,<br />
+This Coronation, he hopes you may</i><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span><i>See often, while the genius of his Play,<br />
+Doth prophesie, the Conduits may run Wine,<br />
+When the days triumph's ended, and divine<br />
+Brisk Nectar swell his</i> <a name="p241_3" id="p241_3" class="fc"><i>Temple</i>[<i>s</i>]</a> <i>to a rage,<br />
+With something of more price t' invest the Stage.<br />
+There rests but to prepare you, that although<br />
+It be a Coronation, there doth flow<br />
+No undermirth, such as doth lard the Scene<br />
+For course delight the language here is clean.<br />
+And confident, our Poet bade me say,<br />
+He'll bate you but the folly of a Play.<br />
+For which, although dull souls his Pen despise,<br />
+Who thinks it yet too early to be wise.<br />
+The nobler will thank his Muse, at least<br />
+Excuse him, cause his thought aim'd at the best,<br />
+But we conclude not, it does rest in you.<br />
+To censure Poet, Play, and <a name="p241_16" id="p241_16" class="fc">Prologue too.</a><br />
+But what have I omitted? is there not<br />
+A blush upon my cheeks that I forgot<br />
+The Ladies, and a Femal Prologue too?<br />
+Your pardon noble Gentlewomen, you<br />
+Were first within my thoughts, I know you sit<br />
+As free, and high Commissioners of wit,<br />
+Have clear, and active souls, nay, though the men<br />
+Were lost in your eyes, they'll be found agen,<br />
+You are the bright intelligences move,<br />
+And make a harmony this sphere of Love,<br />
+Be you propitious then, our Poet says,<br />
+Our wreath from you, is worth their grove of Bayes:</i><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3><i>Actus Primus.  <a name="p241_29" id="p241_29" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles <i>and</i> Lisander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Make way for my Lord Protector.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisan.</i> &nbsp; Your graces servants.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander, <i>and</i> Lisimachus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I like your diligent waiting, where's <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; I wait upon you, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; The Queen looks pleasant<br />
+This morning, does she not?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I ever found<br />
+Her gracious smiles on me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; She does consult<br />
+Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy,<br />
+But in the assurance of her love to thee,<br />
+I should advance thy hopes another way,<br />
+And use the power I have in <i>Epire</i>, to<br />
+Settle our own, and uncontrouled greatness;<br />
+But since she carries her self so fairly,<br />
+I am content to expect, and by her marriage<br />
+Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition<br />
+Now, be still careful in thy applications<br />
+To her, I must attend other affairs,<br />
+Return, and use what Art thou canst to lay<br />
+More charms of love upon her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I presume<br />
+She always speaks the language of her heart,<br />
+And I can be ambitious for no more<br />
+Happiness on earth, than she encourages<br />
+Me to expect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; It was an act becoming<br />
+The wisdom of her Father to engage<br />
+A tye between our Families, and she<br />
+Hath play'd her best discretion to allow it;<br />
+But we lose time in conference, wait on her,<br />
+And be what thou wert born for, King of <i>Epire</i>,<br />
+I must away.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Success ever attend you.<br />
+Is not the Queen yet coming forth?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Your servant,<br />
+You may command our duties,<br />
+This is the Court Star, <i>Philocles</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; The Star that we must sail by.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; All must borrow<br />
+A light from him, the young Queen directs all<br />
+Her favours that way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; He's a noble Gentleman,<br />
+And worthy of his expectations:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span>Too good to be the son of such a Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Peace, remember he is Lord Protector.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phil.</i> &nbsp; We have more need of Heavens Protection<br />
+I' th' mean time, I wonder the old King<br />
+Did in his life, design him for the office.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; He might expect his faith, I have heard when<br />
+The King, who was no <i>Epirote</i>, advanc'd<br />
+His claim, <i>Cassander</i>, our Protector now,<br />
+Young then, oppos'd him toughly with his faction,<br />
+But forc'd to yield, had fair conditions,<br />
+And was declar'd by the whole State, next heir;<br />
+If the King wanted issue, our hopes only<br />
+Thriv'd in this daughter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Whom but for her smiles<br />
+And hope of marriage with <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+His Father, by some cunning, had remov'd<br />
+E'r this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Take heed, the Arras may have ears<br />
+I should not weep much if his grace would hence<br />
+Remove to Heaven.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; I prethee what should he do there?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Some Offices will fall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; And the Skie too, e'r I get one stair higher<br />
+While he's in place.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisander</i>, <i>Philocles</i>,<br />
+How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; In her bed-chamber.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who was with her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; None but the young Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis no treason<br />
+If a man wish himself a Courtier<br />
+Of such a possibility: he has<br />
+The mounting fate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; I would his Father were<br />
+Mounted to th' gallows.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; He has a path fair enough,<br />
+If he survive by title of his Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; The Queen will hasten his ascent.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span>
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Would I were Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Thou wou'dst become rarely the petticoat,<br />
+What wou'dst thou do?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Why, I wou'd marry<br />
+My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength<br />
+And burden of my State upon his legs,<br />
+Rather than be call'd wife by any son<br />
+Of such a Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Come, let's leave this subject,<br />
+We may find more secure discourse; when saw<br />
+You young <i>Arcadius</i>, Lord <a name="p244_10" id="p244_10" class="fc"><i>Macarius's</i></a> Nephew?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; There's a spark, a youth moulded for a Favourite,<br />
+The Queen might do him honor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match<br />
+Now for her Virgin blood.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Must every man<br />
+That has a handsome face or leg, feed such<br />
+Ambition: I confess I honor him,<br />
+He has a nimble soul, and gives great hope<br />
+To be no woman-hater, dances handsomly,<br />
+Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes<br />
+To th' making of a <a name="p244_21" id="p244_21" class="fc">Prince.</a> He's here<br />
+And's Uncle.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Arcadius, Macarius, Seleucus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me<br />
+To find my Lord Protector?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; He was here<br />
+Within this half hour, young <i>Lisimachus</i><br />
+His Son is with the Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; There let him compliment,<br />
+I have other business, ha, <i>Arcadius</i>!      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Observ'd you, with what eyes <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+And he saluted, their two families<br />
+Will hardly reconcile.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; <i>Seleucus</i> carries<br />
+Himself too roughly; with what pride and scorn<br />
+He past by 'em.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Th'other with less shew<br />
+Of anger, carries pride enough in's soul,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span>I wish 'em all at peace, <i>Macarius</i> looks<br />
+Are without civil war, a good old man,<br />
+The old King lov'd him well, <i>Seleucus</i> Father<br />
+Was as dear to him, and maintain'd the character<br />
+Of an honest Lord through <i>Epire</i>: that two men<br />
+So lov'd of others, should be so unwelcome<br />
+To one another.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; The Queen was not wont to send for me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; The reason's to her self,<br />
+It will become your duty to attend her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Save you Gentlemen, what novelty<br />
+Does the Court breathe to day?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; None Sir, the news<br />
+That took the last impression is, that you<br />
+Purpose to leave the Kingdom, and those men,<br />
+That honor you, take no delight to hear it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I have ambition to see the difference<br />
+Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights<br />
+At home do surfet, and the Mistriss, whom<br />
+We all do serve, is fixt upon one object,<br />
+Her beams are too much pointed, but no Countrey<br />
+Shall make me lose your memories.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <i>Queen</i>, Lisimachus, Macarius, Charilla.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Your Lordship honor'd me,<br />
+I have no blessing in his absence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis done like a pious Uncle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We must not<br />
+Give any licence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; If your Majesty<br />
+Would please.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We are not pleas'd, it had become your duty,<br />
+To have first acquainted us, e'r you declar'd<br />
+Your resolution publick, is our Court<br />
+Not worth your stay?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I humbly beg your pardon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Where's <i>Lysimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Your humble servant, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We shall find<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span>Employment at home for you, do not lose us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Madam, I then write my self blest on earth<br />
+When I may do you service.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We would be private, <i>Macarius</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Madam, you have blest me,<br />
+Nothing but your command could interpose to<br />
+Stay him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+You must not leave us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Nothing but <i>Lisimachus</i>? has she not<br />
+Ta'en a philter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Nay, pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you,<br />
+Must be excus'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; It will become my duty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Not your love?<br />
+I know you would not have me look upon<br />
+Your person as a Courtier, not as Favorite;<br />
+That Title were too narrow to express<br />
+How we esteem you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; The least of all<br />
+These names from you, Madam, is grace enough.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Yet here you wou'd not rest?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Not if you please:<br />
+To say there is a happiness beyond,<br />
+And teach my ambition how to make it mine,<br />
+Although the honors you already have<br />
+Let fall upon your servant, exceed all<br />
+My merit; I have a heart is studious<br />
+To reach it with desert, and make <a name="p246_28" id="p246_28" class="fc">i[f]</a> possible<br />
+Your favor's mine by justice, with your pardon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We are confident this needs no pardon, Sir,<br />
+But a reward to cherish your opinion,<br />
+And that you may keep warm your passion,<br />
+Know we resolve for marriage, and if<br />
+I had another gift, beside my self,<br />
+Greater, in that you should discern, how much<br />
+My heart is fixt.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Let me digest my blessing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; But I cannot resolve when this shall be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; How Madam? do not make me dream of Heaven,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>And wake me into misery, if your purpose<br />
+Be, to immortalize your humble servant,<br />
+Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here<br />
+The copies of Eternity, and create,<br />
+When they but will our happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; I shall<br />
+Believe you mock me in this argument,<br />
+I have no power.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; How, no power?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Not as a Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I understand you not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; I must obey, your Father's my Protector.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; When I am absolute, <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+Our power and Titles meet, before, we are but<br />
+A shadow, and to give you that were nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Excellent Queen,<br />
+My love took no original from State,<br />
+Or the desire of other greatness,<br />
+Above what my birth may challenge modestly,<br />
+I love your virtues; mercenary souls<br />
+Are taken with advancement, you've an Empire<br />
+Within you, better than the worlds, to that<br />
+Looks my ambition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; T'other is not, Sir,<br />
+To be despis'd, Cosmography allows<br />
+<i>Epire</i>, a place i' th' Map, and know till I<br />
+Possess what I was born to, and alone<br />
+Do grasp the Kingdoms Scepter, I account<br />
+My self divided, he that marries me<br />
+Shall take an <a name="p247_30" id="p247_30" class="fc">[a]bsolute</a> Queen to his warm bosom,<br />
+My temples yet are naked, until then<br />
+Our Loves can be but compliments, and wishes,<br />
+Yet very hearty ones.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I apprehend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Your Father.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander <i>and</i> Seleucus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis in your power to grant, you are Protector,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>I am not yet a Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; How's this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I shall expound her meaning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Why kneel you, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Madam, to reconcile two families<br />
+That may unite, both Counsels and their blood<br />
+To serve your Crown.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; <i>Macarius</i>, and <i>Eubulus</i><br />
+That beare inveterate malice to each other.<br />
+It grew, as I have heard, upon the question<br />
+Which some of either family had made<br />
+Which of their Fathers was the best Commander:<br />
+If we believe our stories, they have both<br />
+Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrel<br />
+Has cost too many lives, a severe faction.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; But I'll propound a way to plant a quiet<br />
+And peace in both our houses, which are torn<br />
+With their dissentions, and lose the glory<br />
+Of their great names, my blood speaks my relation<br />
+To <i>Eubulus</i>, and I wish my veins were emptied<br />
+To appease their war.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Thou hast a noble soul,<br />
+This is a charity above thy youth,<br />
+And it flows bravely from thee, name the way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; In such a desperate cause, a little stream<br />
+Of blood might purge the foulness of their hearts<br />
+If you'll prevent a deluge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Be particular.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Let but your Majesty consent that two<br />
+May with their personal valour, undertake<br />
+The honor of their family, and determine<br />
+Their difference.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; This rather will inlarge<br />
+Their hate, and be a means to call more blood<br />
+Into the stream.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Not if both families<br />
+Agree, and swear&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; And who shall be the Champions?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I beg the honor, for <i>Eubulus</i> cause<br />
+To be ingag'd, if any for <i>Macarius</i>,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it,<br />
+I am confident, <i>Arcadius</i>,<br />
+For honor would direct me to his sword,<br />
+Will not deny, to stake against my life<br />
+His own, if you vouchsafe us priviledge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; You are the expectation, and top boughs<br />
+Of both your houses, it would seem injustice,<br />
+To allow a civil war to cut you off,<br />
+And your selves the instruments, besides<br />
+You appear a soldier; <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged war,<br />
+More fit to drill a Lady, than expose<br />
+His body to such dangers: a small wound<br />
+I'th' head, may spoil the method of his hair,<br />
+Whose curiosity exacts more time,<br />
+Than his devotion, and who knows but he<br />
+May lose his ribond by it in his lock,<br />
+Dear as his Saint, with whom he would exchange<br />
+His head, for her gay colours; then his band<br />
+May <a name="p249_19" id="p249_19" class="fc">[b]e</a> disorder'd, and transform'd from Lace<br />
+To Cutwork, his rich cloaths be discomplexioned<br />
+With bloud, beside the infashionable slashes:<br />
+And at the next Festival take Physick,<br />
+Or put on black, and mourn for his slain breeches:<br />
+His hands cas'd up in gloves all night, and sweet<br />
+<i>Pomatum</i>: the next day may be endanger'd<br />
+To blisters with a sword, how can he stand<br />
+Upon his guard, who hath Fidlers in his head,<br />
+To which, his feet must ever be a dancing?<br />
+Beside a falsify may spoil his cringe,<br />
+Or making of a leg, in which consists<br />
+Much of his Court-perfection.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Is this Character<br />
+Bestow'd on him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; It something may concern the Gentleman,<br />
+Whom if you please to challenge<br />
+To Dance, play on the Lute, or Sing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Some <a name="p249_37" id="p249_37" class="fc">[catch]</a>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; He shall not want those will maintain him<br />
+For any sum.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; You are my Sovereign,<br />
+I dare not think, yet I must speak somewhat,<br />
+I shall burst else, I have no skill in Jiggs,<br />
+Nor Tumbling.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; How Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Nor was I born a Minstrel, and in this you have<br />
+So infinitely disgrac'd <i>Arcadius</i>.<br />
+But that I have heard another Character,<br />
+And with your royal Licence do believe it,<br />
+I should not think him worth my killing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Your killing?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Does she not jeer me;<br />
+I shall talk treason presently, I find it<br />
+At my tongues end already, this is an<br />
+Affront, I'll leave her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; Come back, do you know <i>Arcadius</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I ha' chang'd but little breath with him; our persons<br />
+Admit no familiarity; we were<br />
+Born to live both at distance, yet I ha' seen him<br />
+Fight, and fight bravely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; When the spirit of Wine<br />
+Made his brain valiant, he fought bravely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Although he be my enemy, should any<br />
+Of the gay flies that buzze about the Court,<br />
+Sit to catch trouts i'th' summer, tell me so,<br />
+I durst in any presence but your own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; What?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Tell him he were not honest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; I see <a name="p250_28" id="p250_28" class="fc"><i>Sele</i>[<i>u</i>]<i>cus</i></a>, thou art resolute,<br />
+And I but wrong'd <i>Arcadius</i>, your first<br />
+Request is granted, you shall fight, and he<br />
+That conquers be rewarded, to confirm<br />
+First place and honor to his Family:<br />
+Is it not this you plead for?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; You are gracious.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; She has granted then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; With much ado.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I wish thy sword may open<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span>His wanton veins, <i>Macarius</i> is too popular,<br />
+And has taught him to insinuate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; It shall<br />
+But haste the confirmation of our loves,<br />
+And ripen the delights of marriage, <i>Seleucus</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit cum</i> Sel.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; As I guest,<br />
+It cannot be too soon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; To morrow then we crown her, and invest<br />
+My Son with Majesty, 'tis to my wishes,<br />
+Beget a race of Princes, my <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; First, let us marry, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Thy brow was made<br />
+To wear a golden circle, I'm transported,<br />
+Thou shalt rule her, and I will govern thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Although you be my Father, that will not<br />
+Concern my obedience, as I take it.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles, Lisander, <i>and</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+Gentlemen,<br />
+Prepare your selves for a solemnity<br />
+Will turn the Kingdom into triumph, <i>Epire</i><br />
+Look fresh to morrow, 'twill become your duties<br />
+In all your glory, to attend the Queen<br />
+At her Coronation, she is pleased to make<br />
+The next day happy in our Calendar,<br />
+My office doth expire, and my old blood<br />
+Renews with thought on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; How's this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Crown'd to morrow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; And he so joyful to resign his Regency,<br />
+There's some trick in't, I do not like these hasty<br />
+Proceedings, and whirls of state, they have <a name="p251_30" id="p251_30" class="fc">commonl[y]</a><br />
+As strange and violent effects; well, heaven save the Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Heaven save the Queen, say I, and send her a sprightly<br />
+Bed-fellow, for the Protector, let him pray for<br />
+Himself, he is like to have no benefit of my devotion.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; But this doth quicken my old heart, <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+There is not any step into her throne,<br />
+But is the same degree of thy own state;<br />
+Come Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; We attend your grace.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; What heretofore could happen to mankind<br />
+Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in<br />
+<i>Sophias</i> &nbsp; marriage of all Queens the best,<br />
+Heaven will come down to earth, to make me blest.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exe.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Secundus. <a name="p252_6" id="p252_6" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Arcadius <i>and</i> Polydora.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Indeed you shall not go.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Whither?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; To travel,<br />
+I know you see me, but to take your leave,<br />
+But I must never yield to such an absence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I prethee leave thy fears, I am commanded<br />
+To th' contrary, I wonot leave thee now.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Commanded? by whom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; The Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I am very glad, for trust me, I could think<br />
+Of thy departure with no comfort, thou<br />
+Art all the joy I have, half of my soul,<br />
+But I must thank the Queen now for thy company,<br />
+I prethee, what could make thee so desirous<br />
+To be abroad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Only to get an appetite<br />
+To thee <i>Polidora</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Then you must provoke it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Nay, prethee do not so mistake thy servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Perhaps you surfeit with my Love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Thy love?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Although I have no beauty to compare<br />
+With the best faces, I have a heart above<br />
+All competition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Thou art jealous now,<br />
+Come let me take the kiss I gave thee last,<br />
+I am so confident of thee, no Lip<br />
+Has ravisht it from thine; I prethee come<br />
+To Court.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span>
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; For what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; There is the throne for beauty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis safer dwelling here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; There's none will hurt,<br />
+Or dare but think an ill to <i>Polydora</i>,<br />
+The greatest will be proud to honor thee.<br />
+Thy luster wants the admiration here:<br />
+There thou wot shine indeed, and strike a reverence<br />
+Into the gazer.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; You can flatter too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; No praise of thee can be thought so, thy virtue<br />
+Will deserve all, I must confess, we Courtiers<br />
+Do oftentimes commend to shew our Art,<br />
+There is necessity sometimes to say,<br />
+This Madam breaths <i>Arabian</i> Gumms,<br />
+Amber and Cassia; though while we are praising,<br />
+We wish we had no nostrils to take in<br />
+Th' offensive steam of her corrupted Lungs.<br />
+Nay, some will swear they love their Mistriss,<br />
+Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve<br />
+One of her hairs brighter than <i>Berinices</i>;<br />
+Or young <i>Apollo's</i>, and yet after this,<br />
+A favour from another toy would tempt him<br />
+To laugh, while the officious hangman whips<br />
+Her head off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Fine men.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I am none of these,<br />
+Nay, there are women <i>Polidora</i>, too<br />
+That can do pretty well at flatteries;<br />
+Make men believe they dote, will languish for 'em,<br />
+Can kiss a Jewel out of one, and dally<br />
+A carcanet of Diamonds from another,<br />
+Weep into th' bosome, of a third, and make<br />
+Him drop as many Pearls; they count it nothing<br />
+To talk a reasonable heir within ten days<br />
+Out of his whole Estate, and make him mad<br />
+He has no more wealth to consume.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; You'll teach me<br />
+To think I may be flattered in your promises,<br />
+Since you live where this Art is most profest.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I dare not be so wicked <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+The Infant errors of the Court I may<br />
+Be guilty of, but never to abuse<br />
+So rare a goodness, nor indeed did ever<br />
+Converse with any of those shames of Court,<br />
+To practise for base ends; be confident<br />
+My heart is full of thine, and I so deeply<br />
+Carry the figure of my <i>Polydora</i>,<br />
+It is not in the power of time or distance<br />
+To cancel it, by all that's blest I love thee:<br />
+Love thee above all women, dare invoke<br />
+A curse when I forsake thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Let it be some<br />
+Gentle one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Teach me an oath I prethee,<br />
+One strong enough to bind, if thou dost find<br />
+Any suspition of my faith, or else<br />
+Direct me in some horrid imprecation:<br />
+When I forsake thee for the love of other<br />
+Women, may heaven reward my apostacy<br />
+To blast my greatest happiness on earth,<br />
+And make all joys abortive.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry<br />
+Too great a penalty for breach of Love<br />
+To me, I am not worth thy suffering,<br />
+You do not know, what beauty may invite<br />
+Your change, what happiness may tempt your eye<br />
+And heart together.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Should all the graces of your sex conspire<br />
+In one, and she should <a name="p254_29b" id="p254_29b" class="fc">court [me], with</a> a <a name="p254_29a" id="p254_29a" class="fc">Dowry</a>,<br />
+Able to buy a Kingdom, when I give<br />
+My heart from <i>Polidora</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I suspect not,<br />
+And to requite thy constancy, I swear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; 'Twere sin to let thee waste thy breath<br />
+I have assurance of thy noble thoughts.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a Servant.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; My Lord, your Uncle hath been every where<br />
+I' th' Court inquiring for you, his looks speak<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span>Some earnest cause.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I am more acquainted with<br />
+Thy virtue, than to imagine thou wilt not<br />
+Excuse me now, one kiss dismisses him<br />
+Whose heart shall wait on <i>Polidora</i> prethee<br />
+Let me not wish for thy return too often,<br />
+My Father.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Nestorius, <i>and a servant</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Nes.</i> &nbsp; I met <i>Arcadius</i> in strange haste, he told me<br />
+He had been with thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Some affair too soon<br />
+Ravish'd him hence, his Uncle sent for him<br />
+You came now from Court: how looks the Queen<br />
+This golden morning?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Nes.</i> &nbsp; Like a Bride, her soul<br />
+Is all on mirth, her eyes have quick'ning fires,<br />
+Able to strike a spring into the earth,<br />
+In winter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Then <i>Lisimachus</i> can have<br />
+No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Nes.</i> &nbsp; His politick Father the Protector smiles too,<br />
+Resolve to see the ceremony of the Queen<br />
+'Twill be a day of state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I am not well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Nes.</i> &nbsp; How! not well? retire then, I must return<br />
+My attendance is expected, <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+Be careful of thy health.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; It will concern me.       <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Arcadius, <i>and</i> Macarius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; You amaze me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety<br />
+My honor, or my age, remove thy self,<br />
+Thy life's in danger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Mine? who's my enemy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Take horse, and instantly forsake the City,<br />
+Or else within some unsuspected dwelling,<br />
+Obscure thy self, stay not to know the reason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I beseech your pardon, which i' th' number<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span>Of my offences unto any, should<br />
+Provoke this dishonourable flight?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I would, when I petition'd for thy stay,<br />
+I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowst not<br />
+What threatens thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I would desire to know it,<br />
+I am in no conspiracy of treason,<br />
+Have ravish'd no mans Mistriss, not so much<br />
+As <a name="p256_8" id="p256_8" class="fc">given</a> the lye to any, what should mean<br />
+Your strange and violent fears, I will <a name="p256_9" id="p256_9" class="fc">[n]ot</a> stir<br />
+Until you make me sensible I have lost<br />
+My innocence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I must not live to see<br />
+Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin<br />
+To rip thy Fathers Marble, and fetch from<br />
+The reverend vault, his ashes, and disperse them<br />
+By some rude winds, where none should ever find<br />
+The sacred dust: it was his Legacy,<br />
+The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven<br />
+I <a name="p256_19" id="p256_19" class="fc">[sh]ould</a> preserve <i>Arcadius</i>, whose fate<br />
+He prophesied in death, would need protection,<br />
+Thou wot disturb his ghost, and call it to<br />
+Affright my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; You more inflame me, to enquire the cause<br />
+Of your distraction, and you'll arm me better<br />
+Than any coward flight by acquainting me<br />
+Whose malice aims to kill me, good Sir tell me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Then prayers and tears assist me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>,<br />
+Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit<br />
+Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed,<br />
+Till I prevent this mischief.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles, Lisander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Ha, keep off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; What mean you, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; We are your friends.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I know your faces, but<br />
+Am not secure, I would not be betraid.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span>
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; You wrong our hearts, who truly honor you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; They say I must be kill'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; By whom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I know not, nor wou'd I part with life so tamely.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; We dare engage ours in your quarrel, hide<br />
+Your sword, it may beget suspition,<br />
+It's enough to question you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I am confident;<br />
+Pray pardon me, come, I despise all danger:<br />
+Yet a dear friend of mine, my Uncle told me<br />
+He would not see my body full of wounds.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Your Uncle, this is strange.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Yes, my honest Uncle,<br />
+If my unlucky Stars have pointed me<br />
+So dire a fate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; There is some strange mistake in't.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>, the Queen would speak with you,<br />
+You must make haste.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p257_19" id="p257_19" class="fc"><i>Ar</i>[<i>c</i>].</a> &nbsp; Though to my death, I flie<br />
+Upon her summons I give up my breath<br />
+Then willingly, if she command it from me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; This does a little trouble me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I know not<br />
+What to imagine, something is the ground<br />
+Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not<br />
+Any such danger as he apprehends.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Queen, Lisimachus, Macarius, Eubulus, Seleucus,
+Arcadius, <a name="p257_28" id="p257_28" class="fc"><i>Ladies, Attendants and Gent.</i></a></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We have already granted to <i>Seleucus</i><br />
+And they shall try their valour, if <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Have spirit in him to accept the challenge,<br />
+Our Royal word is past.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; This is strange.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Madam, my son knew not what he ask'd,<br />
+And you were cruel to consent so soon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Wherein have I offended, to be rob'd<br />
+At once, of all the wealth I have, <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>Is part of me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p258_1" id="p258_1" class="fc"><i>Seleucus's</i></a> life and mine<br />
+Are twisted on one thred, both stand or fall<br />
+Together, hath the service for my Countrey<br />
+Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping<br />
+To my eternal home? Was't not enough<br />
+When I was young, to lose my bloud in wars,<br />
+But the poor remnant that is scarcely warm<br />
+And faintly creeping through my wither'd veins<br />
+Must be let out to make you sport.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; How can<br />
+We, that shall this morn see the sacred oyl,<br />
+Fall on your Virgin tresses, hope for any<br />
+Protection hereafter, when this day<br />
+You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you.<br />
+<i>Arcadius</i>, I prethee speak thy self,<br />
+It is for thee I plead.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; <i>Seleucus</i>, kneel<br />
+And say thou hast repented thy rash suit;<br />
+If e'er I see thee fight, I be thus wounded,<br />
+How will the least drop forc'd from thy veins,<br />
+Afflict my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Why, that's good;<br />
+<i>Arcadius</i>, speak to her; hear him Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; If you call back this honor you have done me<br />
+I shall repent I live, doe not perswade me:<br />
+<i>Seleucus</i>, thou art a noble enemy,<br />
+And I will love thy soul, though I despair<br />
+Our bodies friendly conversation:<br />
+I would we were to tugg upon some cliffe,<br />
+Or like two prodigies i'th' air, our conflict<br />
+Might generally be gaz'd at, and our bloud<br />
+Appease our grandsires ashes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I am undone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Madam, my father says I have offended,<br />
+If so, I beg your pardon, but beseech you<br />
+For your own glory, call not back your word.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; They are both mad.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; No more, we have resolv'd,<br />
+And since their courage is so nobly flam'd,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span>This morning we'll behold the Champions<br />
+Within the List, be not afraid, their strife<br />
+Will stretch so far as death, so soon as we<br />
+Are Crown'd, prepare your selves, <i>Seleucus</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Kisses her hand.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I have receiv'd another life in this high favour,<br />
+And may lose what nature gave me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>, to encourage thy young valour,<br />
+We give thee our Fathers sword.<br />
+Command it from our Armory; <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+To our Coronation.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I'll forfeit<br />
+My head for a rebellion, than suffer it.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I am circled with confusions, I'll do somewhat<br />
+My brains and friends assist me.       <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; But do you think they'll fight indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Perhaps<br />
+Her Majesty will see a bout or two.<br />
+And yet 'tis wondrous strange, such spectacles<br />
+Are rare i'th' Court, and they were to skirmish naked<br />
+Before her, then there might be some excuse.<br />
+There is gimcracks in't, the Queen is wise<br />
+Above her years.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; <i>Macarius</i> is perplex'd.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Eubulus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I cannot blame him, but my Lord <i>Eubulus</i><br />
+Returns, they are both troubled, 'las good men,<br />
+But our duties are expected, we forget.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Phil. Lis.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe,<br />
+My brains upon the torture.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; This may quit<br />
+The hazard of his person, whose least drop<br />
+Of blood, is worth more than our families.<br />
+My Lord <i>Eubulus</i>, I have thought a way<br />
+To stay the young mens desperate proceedings,<br />
+It is our cause they fight, let us beseech<br />
+The Queen, to grant us two the priviledge<br />
+Of Duel, rather than expose their lives<br />
+To eithers fury; it were pity they<br />
+Should run upon so black a destiny,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span>We are both old, and may be spar'd, a pair<br />
+Of fruitless trees, mossie, and wither'd trunks,<br />
+That fill up too much room.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Most willingly,<br />
+And I will praise her charity to allow it;<br />
+I have not yet <a name="p260_5" id="p260_5" class="fc">forg[o]t</a> to use a sword,<br />
+Let's lose no time, by this act, she will licence<br />
+Our souls to leave our bodies but a day,<br />
+Perhaps an hour the sooner; they may live<br />
+To do her better service, and be friends<br />
+When we are dead, and yet I have no hope<br />
+This will be granted, curse upon our faction.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; If she deny us&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; What?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I wou'd do somewhat&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; There's something o' th' suddain struck upon<br />
+My imagination that may secure us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Name it, if no dishonor wait upon't<br />
+To preserve them, I'll accept any danger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; There is no other way, and yet my heart<br />
+Would be excus'd, but 'tis to save his life.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Speak it <i>Eubulus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; In your ear I shall,<br />
+It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Hum? though it stir my bloud, I'll meet <i>Arcadius</i>,<br />
+If this preserve thee not, I must unseal<br />
+Another mistery.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Queen</i>, Lisimachus, Cassander, Charilla,
+Lisander, Philocles, Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We owe to all your loves, and will deserve<br />
+At least by our endeavours, that none may<br />
+This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Madam, I have no<br />
+Such Title now, and am blest to lose<br />
+That name so happily: I was but trusted<br />
+With a glorious burden.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; You have prov'd<br />
+Your self our faithful Counsellor, and must still<br />
+Protect our growing state: a Kingdoms Scepter<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span>Weighs down a womans arm, this Crown sits heavy<br />
+Upon my brow already, and we know<br />
+There's something more than mettal in this wreath,<br />
+Of shining glory, but your faith, and counsel,<br />
+That are familiar with mysteries,<br />
+And depths of state, have power to make us fit<br />
+For such a bearing, in which both you shall<br />
+Doe loyal service, and reward your Duties.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Heaven preserve your Highness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; But yet my Lords and Gentlemen, let none<br />
+Mistake me, that because I urge your wisdoms,<br />
+I shall grow careless, and impose on you<br />
+The managing of this great Province, no,<br />
+We will be active too, and as we are<br />
+In dignity above your persons, so,<br />
+The greatest portion of the difficulties<br />
+We call to us, you in your several places<br />
+Relieving us with your experience,<br />
+Observing in your best directions<br />
+All modesty, and distance; for although<br />
+We are but young, no action shall forfeit<br />
+Our royal priviledge, or encourage any<br />
+Too unreverent boldness; as it will become<br />
+Our honor to consult, e'r we determine<br />
+Of the most necessary things of state,<br />
+So we are sensible of a check,<br />
+But in a brow, that saucily controuls<br />
+Our action, presuming on our years<br />
+As few, or frailty of our sex; that head<br />
+Is not secure, that dares our power or justice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; She has a brave spirit, look how the Protector<br />
+Grows pale already.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; But I speak to you<br />
+Are perfect in obedience, and may spare<br />
+This Theme, yet 'twas no <a name="p261_34" id="p261_34" class="fc">immat[eriall]</a><br />
+Part of our character, since I desire<br />
+All should take notice, I have studied<br />
+The knowledge of my self, by which I shall<br />
+Better distinguish of your worth and persons<br />
+In your relations to us.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span>
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; This language<br />
+Is but a threatening to some body.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; But we miss some, that use not to absent<br />
+Their duties from us, where's <i>Macarius</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Retir'd to grieve, your Majesty hath given<br />
+Consent, <i>Arcadius</i> should enter <a name="p262_5" id="p262_5" class="fc">the</a> List<br />
+To day with young <i>Seleucus.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We <a name="p262_7" id="p262_7" class="fc">purpose</a><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Gentleman.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+They shall proceed, what's he?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phil.</i> &nbsp; A Gentleman belonging to <i>Seleucus</i> that gives notice<br />
+He is prepar'd, and waits your royal pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; He was compos'd for action, give notice<br />
+To <i>Arcadius</i>, and admit the challenger:<br />
+Let other Princes boast their gaudy tilting,<br />
+And mockery of battles, but our triumph<br />
+Is celebrated with true noble valour.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Seleucus, Arcadius, <i>at several doors, their Pages
+before them, bearing their Targets</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+Two young men spirited enough to have<br />
+Two kingdoms staked upon their swords, <i>Lisimachus</i><br />
+Do not they excellently become their arms?<br />
+'Twere pity but they should do something more<br />
+Then wave their plumes.      <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout within.</i></span><br />
+What noise is that?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Macarius, <i>and</i> Eubulus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; The peoples joy to know us reconcil'd,<br />
+Is added to the jubile of the day,<br />
+We have no more a faction but one heart,<br />
+Peace flow in every bosom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Throw away<br />
+These instruments of death, and like two friends<br />
+Embrace by our example.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; This unfein'd?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; By our duties to your self, dear Madam<br />
+Command them not advance, our houses from<br />
+This minute are incorporated; happy day<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span>Our eyes at which before revenge look'd forth,<br />
+May clear suspition, oh my <i>Arcadius</i>!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; We have found a nearer way to friendship, Madam,<br />
+Than by exposing them to fight for us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; If this be faithful, our desires are blest.<br />
+We had no thought to waste, but reconcile<br />
+Your bloud this way, and we did prophesie<br />
+This happy chance, spring into eithers bosom,<br />
+<i>Arcadius</i> &nbsp; and <i>Seleucus</i>, what can now<br />
+Be added to this days felicity?<br />
+Yes, there is something, is there not my Lord?<br />
+While we are Virgin Queen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Ha, that string<br />
+Doth promise Musick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; I am yet my Lords<br />
+Your single joy, and when I look upon,<br />
+What I have took, to manage the great care<br />
+Of this most flourishing kingdom, I incline<br />
+To think I shall do justice to my self,<br />
+If I choose one, whose strength and virtue may<br />
+Assist my undertaking, think you Lords,<br />
+A Husband would not help?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; No question, Madam,<br />
+And he <a name="p263_23" id="p263_23" class="fc">that [you purpose to make] so</a> blest<br />
+Must needs be worthy of our humblest duty,<br />
+It is the general vote.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Qu.</i> &nbsp; We will not then<br />
+Trouble Ambassadors to treat with any<br />
+Princes abroad, within our own dominion,<br />
+Fruitful in honor, we shall make our choice;<br />
+And that we may not keep you over long<br />
+In <a name="p263_31" id="p263_31" class="fc">th[e]</a> imagination, from this circle, we<br />
+Have purpose to elect; one, whom I shall<br />
+Salute a King and Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Now my Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Nor shall we in this action be accus'd<br />
+Of rashness, since the man we shall declare<br />
+Deserving our affection, hath been early<br />
+In our opinion, which had reason first<br />
+To guide it, and his known nobility<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>Long marry'd to our thoughts, will justifie<br />
+Our fair election.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus</i> blushes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Direct our duties, Madam, to pray for him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>, you see from whence we come,<br />
+Pray lead us back, you may ascend.      <span class="ralign">[<i>She comes from the State.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; How's this? o're-reach'd?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Madam, be charitable to your humblest creature,<br />
+Doe not reward the heart, that falls in duty<br />
+Beneath your feet, with making me the burden<br />
+Of the Court-mirth, a mockery for Pages,<br />
+'Twere Treason in me but to think you meane thus.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>, you must refuse my love,<br />
+Or shame this Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Is the wind in that corner?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I shall run mad <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Sir, contain your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Is this to be believ'd?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; What dream is this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; He kisses her, now by this day I am glad on't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Mark the Protector.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Let him fret his heart-strings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Is the day cloudy on the sudden?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Gentlemen,<br />
+It was not my ambition, I durst never<br />
+Aspire so high in thought, but since her Majesty<br />
+Hath pleas'd to call me to this honor, I<br />
+Will study to be worthy of her grace,<br />
+By whom I live.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; The Church to morrow shall<br />
+Confirme our marriage, noble <i>Lisimachus</i>;<br />
+We'll find out other wayes to recompence<br />
+Your love to us, set forward, come <i>Arcadius</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; It must be so, and yet let me consider.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; He insults already, policy assist <a name="p264_34" id="p264_34" class="fc">me,</a><br />
+To break his neck.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Who would trust Woman?<br />
+Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright<br />
+A morning rose, but now, <a name="p264_38" id="p264_38" class="fc">[and now]</a> 'tis night?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p>
+<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Polidora, <i>and a Servant</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Oh where shall Virgins look for faith hereafter?<br />
+If he prove false, after so many vowes?<br />
+And yet if I consider, he was tempted<br />
+Above the strength of a young Lover, two<br />
+Such glorious courting his acceptance, were<br />
+Able to make disloyalty no sin,<br />
+At least not seem a fault, a Lady first,<br />
+Whose very looks would thaw a man more frozen<br />
+Than the <i>Alps</i>, quicken a soul more dead than Winter,<br />
+Add to her beauty and perfection,<br />
+That she's a Queen, and brings with her a Kingdom<br />
+Able to make a great mind forfeit Heaven.<br />
+What could the frailty of <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Suggest, to unspirit him so much, as not<br />
+To fly to her embraces, you were present<br />
+When she declar'd her self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Yes Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Tell me,<br />
+Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen<br />
+A full temptation stood him?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Very little<br />
+My judgment could distinguish, she did no sooner<br />
+Propound, but he accepted.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; That was ill,<br />
+He might with honor stand one or two minutes,<br />
+Me thinks it should have startled him a little,<br />
+To have rememberd me, I have deserv'd<br />
+At least a cold thought, well, pray give it him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; I shall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; When?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Instantly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Not so,<br />
+But take a time when his joy swels him most,<br />
+When his delights are high and ravishing,<br />
+When you perceive his Soul dance in his eyes,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>When she that must be his hath drest her beauty,<br />
+With all her pride, and sends a thousand <i>Cupids</i><br />
+To call him to the tasting of her lip;<br />
+Then give him this, and tell him, while I live,<br />
+I'll pray for him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; I shall.            <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander, <i>and</i> Lisimachus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; There is no way but death.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; That's black, and horrid,<br />
+Consider, Sir, it was her sin, not his;<br />
+I cannot accuse him, what man could carry<br />
+A heart so frozen, not to melt at such<br />
+A glorious flame? Who could not fly to such<br />
+A happiness?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Have you ambition<br />
+To be a tame fool? see so vast an injury<br />
+And not revenge it? make me not suspect<br />
+Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Pray hear me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Hear a patient gull,<br />
+A property, thou hast no blood of mine,<br />
+If this affront provoke thee not, how canst<br />
+Be charitable to thy self, and let him live<br />
+To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent;<br />
+He had before crept slily into her bosome,<br />
+And practised thy dishonor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; You begin to stir me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; How else could she be guilty<br />
+Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye<br />
+Of all the Kingdom, they conspir'd this stain,<br />
+When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love<br />
+And blooming hopes be scatter'd thus, and <i>Lisimachus</i><br />
+Stand idle gazer?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; What, Sir, will his death<br />
+Advantage us, if she be false to me?<br />
+So irreligious, and to touch her person&mdash;<br />
+Pause, we may be observed.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles, <i>and</i> Lisander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis the Protector<br />
+And his son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Alas, poor Gentleman, I pitty<br />
+His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father.<br />
+<a name="p267_4" id="p267_4" class="fc">['Tis]</a> a strange turne.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p267_5" id="p267_5" class="fc"><i>Lisa.</i></a> &nbsp; The whirligigs of Women.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p267_6" id="p267_6" class="fc"><i>Phi.</i></a> &nbsp; Your Graces servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I am yours Gentlemen,<br />
+And should be happy to deserve your loves.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Now he can flatter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; In't Sir, to inlarge your sufferings, I have<br />
+A heart doth wish<br />
+The <a name="p267_12" id="p267_12" class="fc">Q[u]een</a> had known better to reward<br />
+Your love and merit.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p267_14" id="p267_14" class="fc">[<i>Lisi.</i>]</a> &nbsp; If you would express<br />
+Your love to me, pray do not mention it,<br />
+I must obey my fate.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; She will be married<br />
+To t'other Gentleman for certain then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I hope you'll wish 'em joy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Indeed I will, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Your Graces servant.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; We are grown<br />
+Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court:<br />
+Here comes another.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Seleucus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Where's your Son, my Lord?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Like a neglected servant of his Mistress.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I would ask him a question.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; What?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Whether the Queen,<br />
+As 'tis reported, lov'd him, he can tell<br />
+Whether she promis'd what they talke of, marriage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I can resolve you that, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; She did promise?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Then shee's a Woman, and your Son;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; What?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Not worthy his blood, and expectation,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span>If he be calme.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; There's no opposing destiny.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I would cut the Throat.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Whose throat?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; The destinies, that's all, your pardon, Sir,<br />
+I am <i>Seleucus</i> still, a poor shadow<br />
+Oth' World, a walking picture, it concerns<br />
+Not me, I am forgotten by my stars.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; The Queen, with more discretion, might ha chosen<br />
+Thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Whom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Thee, <i>Seleucus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Me? I cannot dance, and frisk with due activity,<br />
+My body is lead, I have too much phlegme, what should<br />
+I do with a Kingdome? no, <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting<br />
+Aside the trick that Ladies of Blood look at,<br />
+Another Man might make a shift to weare<br />
+Rich Clothes, sit in the chair of state, and nod,<br />
+Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench<br />
+On compliment, and think the study of Armes<br />
+And Arts, more commendable in a Gentleman,<br />
+Than any Galliard.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>,<br />
+And you, were reconcil'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; We? yes, oh yes,<br />
+But 'tis not manners now to say we are friends,<br />
+At our equality there had been reason,<br />
+But now subjection is the word.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; They are not<br />
+Yet married.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I'll make no Oath upon't,<br />
+My Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+A word, you'll not be angry if I love you,<br />
+May not a Batchellor be made a Cuckold?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; How, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus</i>, this Gentleman<br />
+Is worth our embrace, hee's spirited,<br />
+And may be useful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Hark you, can you tell<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span>Where's the best Dancing-master? and you mean<br />
+To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewel<br />
+The noble science, that makes work for cutlers,<br />
+It will be out of fashion to weare swords,<br />
+Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you,<br />
+Is it not pitty any division<br />
+Should be heard out of Musick? Oh 'twill be<br />
+An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters.<br />
+Buy Captains, that like fools will spend your blood<br />
+Out of your Country, you will be of less<br />
+Use than your feathers, if you return unman'd<br />
+You shall be beaten soon to a new march,<br />
+When you shall think it a discretion<br />
+To sell your glorious buffes to buy fine pumps,<br />
+And pantables, this is I hope no treason.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Arcadius <i>leading the</i> Queen, Charia, Eubulus,
+Lisander, Philocles, Polidora, <i>servant</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Wot stay <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir,<br />
+And shew a patience above her injury.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; This honor is too much, Madam, assume<br />
+Your place, and let <i>Arcadius</i> waite still:<br />
+'Tis happiness enough to be your servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Now he dissembles.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you must sit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I am obedient.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; This is not Musick<br />
+Sprightly enough, it feeds the soul with melancholy.<br />
+How sayes <i>Arcadius</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Give me leave to think<br />
+There is no harmony but in your voice,<br />
+And not an accent of your heavenly tongue,<br />
+But strikes me into rapture, I incline<br />
+To think, the tale of <i>Orpheus</i> no fable,<br />
+'Tis possible he might inchant the Rocks,<br />
+And charme the Forrest, soften hell, hell it self,<br />
+With his commanding Lute, it is no miracle<br />
+To what you work, whose very breath conveyes<br />
+The hearer into Heaven, how at your lips,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>Day-winds gather Perfumes, proudly glide away,<br />
+To disperse sweetness round about the world.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Fine stuff.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; You cannot flatter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Not, if I should say,<br />
+Nature had plac'd you here the creatures wonder,<br />
+And her own spring, from which all excellence<br />
+On Earth's deriv'd, and copyed forth, and when<br />
+The character of fair, and good in others<br />
+Is quite worne out, and lost, looking on you<br />
+It is supply'd, and you alone made mortal<br />
+To feed, and keep alive all beauty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Ha, ha, Can you indure it Gentlemen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; What do you meane?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Nay, ask him what he meanes, mine is a down<br />
+Right laugh.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Well, Sir, proceed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; At such bright eyes the stars do light themselves,<br />
+At such a forehead Swans renew their white,<br />
+From such a lip the morning gathers blushes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; The morning is more modest than thy praises,<br />
+What a thing does he make her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; And when you flie to Heaven and leave this world<br />
+No longer maintenance of goodness from you:<br />
+Then Poetry shall lose all use with us,<br />
+And be no more, since nothing in your absence<br />
+Is left, that can be worthy of a Verse.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Ha, ha.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Whose that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas I, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; <i>Seleucus?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir, 'twas I that laugh'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; At what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; At nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Contain your self, <i>Seleucus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Are you mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Have you ambition to be punish'd, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I need not, 'twas punishment<br />
+Enough to hear him make an Idol of you, he left<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span>Out the commendation of your patience, I was a little<br />
+Mov'd in my nature, to hear his Rodomontados, and<br />
+Make a monster of his Mistress, which I pitty'd first,<br />
+But seeing him proceed, I guest he brought you<br />
+Mirth with his inventions, and so made bold to laugh at it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; You are sawcy,<br />
+We'll place you where you sha'not be so merry,<br />
+Take him away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Submit your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Let me plead for his pardon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I wo'd not owe my life so poorly, beg thy own,<br />
+When you are King you cannot bribe your destiny.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Good Madam hear me, I fear he is distracted,<br />
+Brave boy, thou should'st be Master of a soul<br />
+Like his: thy honors more concern'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis charity,<br />
+A way wo' mee, 'boy Madam?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; He has a daring spirit.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Sel. Eub. Cas.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; These, and a thousand more affronts I must<br />
+Expect: your favors draw them all upon me;<br />
+In my first state I had no enemies,<br />
+I was secure, while I did grow beneath<br />
+This expectation, humble valleys thrive with<br />
+Their bosomes full of flowers, when the Hills melt<br />
+With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds,<br />
+Let me retire.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; And can <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+At such a breath be mov'd, I had opinion<br />
+Your courage durst have stood a tempest for<br />
+Our love, can you for this incline to leave<br />
+What other Princes should in vain have sued for?<br />
+How many Lovers are in <i>Epire</i> now<br />
+Would throw themselves on danger, not expect<br />
+One enemy, but empty their own veins,<br />
+And think the loss of all their blood rewarded,<br />
+To have one smile of us when they are dying?<br />
+And shall this murmur shake you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Not dear Madam,<br />
+My life is such a poor despised thing,<br />
+In value your least graces, that<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span>To lose it were to make my self a victory,<br />
+It is not for my self, I fear: the envy<br />
+Of others cannot fasten wound in me<br />
+Greater, than that your goodness should be check'd<br />
+So daringly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Let not those thoughts afflict thee,<br />
+While we have power to correct the offences,<br />
+<i>Arcadius</i> &nbsp; be mine, this shall confirm it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I shall forget,<br />
+And lose my way to heaven, that touch had been<br />
+Enough to have restor'd me, and infus'd<br />
+A spirit of a more celestial nature,<br />
+After the tedious absence of my soul,<br />
+Oh bless me not too much, one smile a day<br />
+Would stretch my life to mortality;<br />
+Poets that wrap divinity in tales,<br />
+Look here, and give your coppies forth of angels,<br />
+What blessing can remain?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Our Marriage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Place then some horrors in the way<br />
+For me, not you, to pass, the journeys end<br />
+Holds out such glories to me, I should think<br />
+Hell but a poor degree of suffering for it,<br />
+What's that, some petition? a Letter to me.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>You had a Polidora, ha, that's all.</i></span><br />
+Ith' <a name="p272_25" id="p272_25" class="fc">minu[t]e</a> when my vessels new lanch'd forth,<br />
+With all my pride, and silken wings about me<br />
+I strike upon a Rock: What power can save me?<br />
+You had a <i>Polidora</i>; there's a name<br />
+Kill'd with grief, I can so soon forget her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; She did impose on me this service, Sir,<br />
+And while she lives she sayes, shee'll pray for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; She lives,<br />
+That's well, and yet 'twere better, for my fame,<br />
+And honor, she were dead; What fate hath plac'd me<br />
+Upon this fearful precipice?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; He's troubled.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; I must resolve, my faith is violated<br />
+Already, yet poor loving <i>Polidora</i><br />
+Will pray for me, she sayes, to think she can<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span>Render me hated to my self, and every<br />
+Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; That voice prevailes agen, oh <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+Thou must forgive <i>Arcadius</i>, I dare not<br />
+Turn rebel to a Princess, I shall love<br />
+Thy vertue, but a Kingdom has a charme<br />
+To excuse our <a name="p273_7" id="p273_7" class="fc">f[r]ailty</a>, dearest Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Now set forward.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; To perfect all our joyes.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Macarius, <i>and a</i> Bishop, Casander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I'll fright their glories.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; By what means?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Observe.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Our good Unckle, welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; My Lord <i>Macarius</i>, we did want your person,<br />
+There's something in our joyes wherein you share.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; This you intend your highness wedding day.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; We are going.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Save you labor<br />
+I have brought a Priest to meet you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Reverend Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Meet us, Why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; To tell you, that you must not Marry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Didst thou hear that, <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; And wonder what will follow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; We must not marry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bish.</i> &nbsp; Madam, 'tis a rule<br />
+First made in heaven, and I must needs declare<br />
+You and <i>Arcadius</i> must tie no knot<br />
+Of Man and Wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Is my Unckle mad?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; Joy has transported him,<br />
+Or age has made him dote, <i>Macarius</i><br />
+Provoke us not too much, you will presume<br />
+Above our mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I'll discharge my duty,<br />
+Could your frown strike me dead, my Lord, you know<br />
+Whose character this is.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; It is <i>Theodosius</i>,<br />
+Your graces Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bis.</i> &nbsp; I am subscribed a witness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Upon my life 'tis his.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Fear not, I'll cross this Match.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I'll bless thee for't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Unckle, d'ee know what you do, or what we are<br />
+Going to finish? you will not break the neck of my glorious<br />
+Fortune, now my foots ith' stirrup, and mounting,<br />
+Throw me over the saddle? I hope you'll let one<br />
+Be a King, Madam, 'tis as you say,<br />
+My Unckle is something craz'd, <a name="p274_11" id="p274_11" class="fc">there's</a> a worm<br />
+In's brain, but I beseech you pardon him, he is<br />
+Not the first of your counsel, that has talk'd<br />
+Idly, d'ee hear my Lord Bishop, I hope<br />
+You have more Religion than to joyn with him<br />
+To undoe me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bis.</i> &nbsp; Not I Sir, but I am commanded by oath,<br />
+And conscience to speak truth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; If your truth should do me any harm, I shall never<br />
+Be in charity with a Croziers staffe, look too't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; My youngest Brother.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Worse and worse, my brains.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p274_23" id="p274_23" class="fc">Deliver['d]</a> to me an Infant with this writing,<br />
+To which this reverend Father is a witness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; But what should make my Father to trust him<br />
+To your concealment? give abroad his death, and bury<br />
+An empty coffin?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; A jealousie he had<br />
+Upon <i>Cassander</i>, whose ambitious brain<br />
+He fear'd would make no conscience to depose<br />
+His son, to make <i>Lisimachus</i> King of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Que.</i> &nbsp; He made no scruple to expose me then<br />
+To any danger?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; He secur'd you, Madam,<br />
+By an early Engagement of your affection<br />
+To <i>Lisimachus</i>, exempt this testimony,<br />
+Had he been <i>Arcadius</i>, and my Nephew,<br />
+I needed not obtrude him on the state,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span>Your love and marriage had made him King<br />
+Without my trouble, and sav'd that ambition,<br />
+There was necessity to open now<br />
+His birth, and title.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; <i>Demetrius</i> alive.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; What riddles are these, Whom do they talk of?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omn.</i> &nbsp; Congratulate your return to life, and honor,<br />
+And as becomes us, with one voice salute you,<br />
+<i>Demetrius</i> &nbsp; King of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; I am no Uncle, Sir, this is your Sister,<br />
+I should have suffer'd incest to have kept you<br />
+Longer ith' dark: love, and be happy both,<br />
+My trust is now discharg'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; And we rejoyce.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; But do not mock me, Gentlemen,<br />
+May I be bold upon your words to say<br />
+I am Prince <i>Theodosius</i> Son?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; The King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; You'll justifie it?<br />
+Sister, I am very glad to see you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I am to find a brother, and resign my glory,<br />
+My triumph is my shame.                          <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Thine ear <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; Gentlemen I owe<br />
+Unto your loves, as large acknowledgment<br />
+As to my birth, for this great honor, and<br />
+My study shall be equal to be thought<br />
+Worthy of both.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Thou art turn'd Marble.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; There will be the less charge for my Monument.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; This must not be, sit fast young King.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Your sister, Sir, is gone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Arc.</i> &nbsp; My sister should have been my Bride, that name<br />
+Puts me in mind of <i>Polidora</i>, ha?<br />
+<i>Lisander, Philocles</i>, Gentlemen,<br />
+If you will have me think your hearts allow me<br />
+<i>Theodosius</i> &nbsp; son, oh quickly snatch some wings,<br />
+Express it in your haste to <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span>Tell her what title is new dropt from heaven<br />
+To make her rich; onely created for me:<br />
+Give her the ceremony of my Queen,<br />
+With all the state that may become our Bride,<br />
+Attend her to this throne; Are you not there?<br />
+Yet stay, 'tis too much pride to send for her,<br />
+Wee'll go our self, no honor is enough<br />
+For <i>Polidora</i>, to redeem our fault,<br />
+Salute her gently from me, and, upon<br />
+Your knee, present her with this Diadem,<br />
+'Tis our first gift, tell her <i>Demetrius</i> follows<br />
+To be her guest, and give himself a servant<br />
+To her chast bosome, bid her stretch her heart<br />
+To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quartus. <a name="p276_14" id="p276_14" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander, Eubulus, Soldier.</p>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Where's the Captain of the Castle?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sol.</i> &nbsp; Hee'll attend your honors presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Give him knowledge we expect him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sol.</i> &nbsp; I shall, my Lord.           <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; He is my creature, fear not,<br />
+And shall run any course that we propound.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; My Lord, I like the substance of your plot,<br />
+'Tis promising, but matters of this consequence<br />
+Are not so easily perfect, and it does<br />
+Concern our heads to build upon secure<br />
+Principles, though <i>Seleucus</i>, I confess,<br />
+Carry a high, and daring spirit in him,<br />
+'Tis hard to thrust upon the state new setled<br />
+Any impostor, and we know not yet<br />
+Whether hee'll undertake to play the Prince;<br />
+Or if he should accept it, with what cunning<br />
+He can behave himself.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; My Lord, affairs<br />
+Of such a glorious nature, are half finish'd,<br />
+When they begin with confidence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Admit<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>He want no art, <a name="p276_37" id="p276_37" class="fc">[n]or</a> courage, it must rest<br />
+Upon the people to receive his title,<br />
+And with what danger their uncertain breath<br />
+May flatter ours, <i>Demetrius</i> scarcely warm<br />
+In the Kings seat, I may suspect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; That reason<br />
+Makes for our part, for if it be so probable,<br />
+That young <i>Demetrius</i> should be living, Why<br />
+May not we work them to believe, <i>Leonatus</i>,<br />
+The eldest son was, by some trick, preserv'd,<br />
+And now would claim his own: there were two sons,<br />
+Who in their Fathers life we supposed dead,<br />
+May not we find a circumstance to make<br />
+This seem as clear as t'other, let the vulgar<br />
+Be once possest, wee'll carry <i>Epire</i> from<br />
+<i>Demetrius</i>, and the World.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; I could be pleas'd<br />
+To see my Son a King.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Poleanus.</p>
+
+<p>
+The Captain's here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I waite your Lordships pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; We come to visit your late prisoner:<br />
+I will not doubt, but you intreat him fairly,<br />
+He will deserve it for himself, and you<br />
+Be fortunate in any occasion,<br />
+To have exprest your service.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Sir, the knowledge<br />
+Of my honorable Lord his Father, will<br />
+Instruct me to behave my self with all<br />
+Respects becoming me, to such a son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; These things will least<br />
+Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; As one whose soul's above it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Patiently?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; With contempt rather of the great command<br />
+Which made him prisoner, he will talke sometimes<br />
+So strangely to himself.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Hee's here.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Seleucus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Why was I born to be a subject? 'tis<br />
+Soon answer'd, sure my Father was no Prince,<br />
+That's all: the same ingredients use to make<br />
+A Man, as active, though not royal blood<br />
+Went to my composition, and I<br />
+Was gotten with as good a will perhaps,<br />
+And my birth cost my Mother as much sorrow,<br />
+As I had been born an Emperor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; While I look<br />
+Upon him, something in his face presents<br />
+A King indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; He does resemble much<br />
+<i>Theodosius</i> &nbsp; too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Whose son we would pretend him,<br />
+This will advance our plot.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis but a name,<br />
+And mere opinion, that prefers one man<br />
+Above another, I'll imagine then<br />
+I am a Prince, or some brave thing on Earth,<br />
+And see what follows: but it must not be,<br />
+My single voice will carry it, the name<br />
+Of King must be attended with a troop<br />
+Of acclamations, on whose ayrie wings<br />
+He mounts, and once exalted, threatens Heaven,<br />
+And all the stars: how to acquire this noise,<br />
+And be the thing I talke of, men have <a name="p278_27" id="p278_27" class="fc">rise[n]</a><br />
+From a more cheap nobility to Empires,<br />
+From dark originals, and sordid blood,<br />
+Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth,<br />
+And flying people, have aspir'd to Kingdoms,<br />
+Made nations tremble, and have practis'd frowns<br />
+To awe the world, their memory is glorious,<br />
+And I would hug them in their shades, but what's<br />
+All this to me, that am I know not what,<br />
+And less in expectation?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Are you serious?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Will you assist, and run a fate with us.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span>
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Command my life, I owe it to your favor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i> was once as far from being<br />
+As I, and had we not so cunningly<br />
+Been reconcil'd, or one, or both had gone<br />
+To seek our fortunes in another world;<br />
+What's the device now? If my death be next,<br />
+The summons shall not make me once look pale.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Chide your too vain suspitions, we bring<br />
+A life, and liberty, with what else can make<br />
+Thy ambition happy, th'ast a glorious flame,<br />
+We come to advance it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Have but a will,<br />
+And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to,<br />
+A King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; You do not mock me Gentlemen?<br />
+You are my Father, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; This minute shall<br />
+Declare it, my <i>Seleucus</i>, our hearts swell'd<br />
+With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; What's the mistery?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; You must be a King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; <i>Seleucus</i>, stay, thou art too incredulous,<br />
+Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee,<br />
+Be so rewarded.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; I pronounce thee King,<br />
+Unless thy spirit be turn'd coward, and<br />
+Thou faint to accept it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; King of what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Although the Queen, since she sent me hither,<br />
+Were gone to Heaven I know not how,<br />
+That title could devolve to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; We have<br />
+No Queen, since he that should have married her,<br />
+Is prov'd her youngest brother, and now King<br />
+In his own title.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Thank you Gentlemen,<br />
+There's hope for me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Why, you dare fight with him<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>And need be, for the Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; With <i>Arcadius</i>?<br />
+If you'll make stakes, my life against his crown,<br />
+I'll fight with him, and you, and your fine Son,<br />
+And all the Courtiers one after another.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; 'Two'not come to that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I am of your Lordships mind, so fare you well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Yet stay and hear&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; What? that you have betray'd me:<br />
+Do, tell your King, my life is grown a burden,<br />
+And I'll confess, and make your souls look pale,<br />
+To see how nimble mine shall leap this battlement<br />
+Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poor malice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; No more, long live <i>Leonatus</i> King of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; <i>Leonatus</i>, Who's that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Be bold, and be a King, our brains have been<br />
+Working to raise you to this height, here are<br />
+None but friends, dare you but call your self<br />
+<i>Leonatus</i>, and but justifie with confidence<br />
+What we'll proclaime you, if we do not bring<br />
+The Crown to your head, we <a name="p280_20" id="p280_20" class="fc">[w]ill</a> forfeit ours.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; The state is in distraction, <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Is prov'd a King, there was an elder brother,<br />
+If you dare but pronounce, you are the same,<br />
+Forget you are my son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; These are no trifles, Sir, all is plotted,<br />
+To assure your greatness; if you will be wise,<br />
+And take the faire occasion that's presented.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius</i>, you say, is lawful King,<br />
+And now to depose him, you would make me<br />
+An elder brother, is't not so?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Most right.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; Upon our lives.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; I'll venture mine, but with your pardon,<br />
+Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; My Lord <i>Cassander</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; And you are of his mind? and you? and think<br />
+This may be done?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; The destinies shall not cross us, if you have<br />
+Spirit to undertake it.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Undertake it?<br />
+I am not us'd to compliment, I'll owe<br />
+My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship,<br />
+Compose me as you please, and when y'ave made<br />
+Me what you promise, you shall both divide<br />
+Me equally: one word, my Lord, I had rather<br />
+Live in the prison still, than be a propency<br />
+To advance his politick ends.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Have no suspition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; So, so, I see <i>Demetrius</i> heels already<br />
+Trip'd up, and I'll dispatch him out oth' way,<br />
+Which gone, I can depose this at my leasure,<br />
+Being an Impostor, then my Son stands fair,<br />
+And may piece with the Princess, we lose time,<br />
+What think you, if we first surprize the Court?<br />
+While you command the Castle, we shall curbe<br />
+All opposition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Let's proclaim him first,<br />
+I have some faction, the people love me,<br />
+They gain'd to us, wee'll fall upon the Court.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Unless <i>Demetrius</i> yield himself, he bleeds.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sel.</i> &nbsp; Who dares call treason sin, when it succeeds?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophia, <i>and</i> Charilla.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; Madam, you are too passionate, and lose<br />
+The greatness of your soul, with the expence<br />
+Of too much grief, for that which providence<br />
+Hath eas'd you of, the burden of a state<br />
+Above your tender bearing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Thour't a fool,<br />
+And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady,<br />
+Born great as I was, and made onely less<br />
+By a too cruel destiny, above<br />
+Our tender bearing: What goes richer to<br />
+The composition of Man, than ours?<br />
+Our soul as free, and spatious; our heart's<br />
+As great, our will as large, each thought as active,<br />
+And in this onely Man more proud than we,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span>That would have us less capable of Empire,<br />
+But search the stories, and the name of Queen<br />
+Shines bright with glory, and some precedents<br />
+Above Mans imitation.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; I grant it<br />
+For the honor of our sex, nor have you, Madam,<br />
+By any weakness, forfeited command,<br />
+He that succeeds, in justice, was before you,<br />
+And you have gain'd more, in a royal brother,<br />
+Than you could lose by your resign of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; This I allow <i>Charilla,</i> I ha done;<br />
+'Tis not the thought I am depos'd afflicts me,<br />
+At the same time I feel a joy to know<br />
+My Brother living: no, there is another<br />
+Wound in me above cure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha</i>. Virtue forbid.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop</i>. Canst find me out a Surgeon for that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha</i>. For what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop</i>. My bleeding fame.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha</i>. Oh do not injure<br />
+Your own clear innocence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop</i>. Do not flatter me,<br />
+I have been guilty of an act, will make<br />
+All love in women question'd, is not that<br />
+A blot upon a Virgins name? my birth<br />
+Cannot extenuate my shame, I am<br />
+Become the stain of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis but<br />
+Your own opinion, Madam, which presents<br />
+Something to fright your self, which cannot<br />
+Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop</i>. Thou wod'st, but canst not appear ignorant:<br />
+Did not the Court, nay, the whole Kingdom, take<br />
+Notice, I lov'd <i>Lisimachus?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; True, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; No, I was false,<br />
+Though counsel'd by my Father to affect him,<br />
+I had my politick ends upon <i>Cassander</i>,<br />
+To be absolute Queen, flattering his son with hopes<br />
+Of love and marriage, when that very day<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span>I blush to think I wrong'd <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+That noble Gentleman, but heaven punish'd me;<br />
+For though to know <i>Demetrius</i> was a blessing,<br />
+Yet who will not impute it my dishonor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; Madam, you yet may recompence <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+If you affect him now, you were not false<br />
+To him, whom then you lov'd not, if you can<br />
+Find any gentle passion in your soul<br />
+To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart,<br />
+Though sad retains a noble will to meet it,<br />
+His love was firm to you, and cannot be<br />
+Unrooted with one storme.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; He will not sure<br />
+Trust any language from her tongue that mock'd him,<br />
+Although my soul doth weep for't, and is punish'd<br />
+To love him above the world.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Lisimachus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; Hee's here<br />
+As fate would have him reconcil'd, be free,<br />
+And speak your thoughts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; If, Madam, I appear<br />
+Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon:<br />
+I heard you were not well, which made me haste<br />
+To pay the duty of an humble visit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; You do not mock me, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; I am confident<br />
+You think me not so lost to manners, in<br />
+The knowledge of your person, to bring with me<br />
+Such rudeness, I have nothing to present,<br />
+But a heart full of wishes for your health,<br />
+And what else may be added to your happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I thought you had been sensible.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; How Madam?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; A man of understanding, can you spend<br />
+One prayer for me, remembring the dishonor<br />
+I have done <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Nothing can deface that part of my<br />
+Religion in me, not to pray for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; It is not then impossible you may<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span>Forgive me too, indeed I have a soul<br />
+Is full of penitence, and something else,<br />
+If blushing would allow to give't a name.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; What Madam?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Love, a love that should redeem<br />
+My past offence, and make me white again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi</i>. I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts<br />
+For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow,<br />
+But if you mean it any satisfaction<br />
+For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis<br />
+But a strange overflow of Charity,<br />
+To keep me still alive, be your self Madam,<br />
+And let no cause of mine, be guilty of<br />
+This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth<br />
+The least of all your tears.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; You think 'em counterfeit.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; Although I may<br />
+Suspect a Womans smile hereafter, yet<br />
+I would believe their wet eyes, and if this<br />
+Be what you promise, for my sake, I have<br />
+But one reply.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I waite it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; I have now<br />
+Another Mistress.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisi.</i> &nbsp; To whom I have made<br />
+Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow,<br />
+Which not the second malice of my fate<br />
+Shall violate, and she deserves it, Madam,<br />
+Even for that wherein you are excellent,<br />
+Beauty, in which she shines equal to you<br />
+Her vertue, if she but maintain what now<br />
+She is Mistress of, beyond all competition,<br />
+So rich it cannot know to be improv'd,<br />
+At least in my esteem, I may offend,<br />
+But truth shall justifie, I have not flatter'd her,<br />
+I beg your pardon, and to leave, my duty<br />
+Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Did he not say, <i>Charilla</i>, that he had<br />
+Another Mistress?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span>
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; Such a sound, methought,<br />
+Came from him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Let's remove, here's too much ayre,<br />
+The sad note multiplies.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha.</i> &nbsp; Take courage, Madam,<br />
+And my advice, he has another Mistress,<br />
+If he have twenty, be you wise, and cross him<br />
+With entertaining twice as many servants,<br />
+And when he sees your humor he'll return.<br />
+And sue for any Livery, grieve for this.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p285_10" id="p285_10" class="fc"><i>Sop.</i></a> &nbsp; It must be she, 'tis <i>Polidora</i> has<br />
+Taken his heart, she live my rival,<br />
+How does the thought inflame me!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cha. Polidora?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; And yet she does but justly, and he too;<br />
+I would have rob'd her of <i>Arcadius</i> heart,<br />
+And they will both have this revenge on me,<br />
+But something will rebel.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Demetrius, Philocles, Lisander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>De.</i> &nbsp; The house is desolate, none comes forth to meet us,<br />
+Shee's slow to entertain us: <i>Philocles,</i><br />
+I prethee tell me, did she weare no cloud<br />
+Upon her brow, was't freely that she said<br />
+We should be welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; To my apprehension,<br />
+Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; She, nor any other,<br />
+Sure there's some conceit<br />
+To excuse it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Stay, Who's this? observe what follows?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Fortune? some maske to entertain you, Sir.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Fortune crown'd, attended with Youth, Health,
+and Pleasure.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; Not yet? What silence doth inhabit here?<br />
+No preparation to bid Fortune welcome!<br />
+Fortune, the genious of the World, have we<br />
+Descended from our pride, and state to come,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>So far attended with our darlings, Youth,<br />
+Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus?<br />
+Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Fame.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Fa.</i> &nbsp; What would great Fortune?<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; Know,<br />
+Who dwells here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Fa.</i> &nbsp; Once more I report great Queen,<br />
+This is the house of Love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; It cannot be,<br />
+This place has too much shade, and looks as if<br />
+It had been quite forgotten of the Spring,<br />
+And Sun-beames Love, affect society,<br />
+And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter,<br />
+No harmony, to catch the busie eare<br />
+Of passengers, no object of delight,<br />
+To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone<br />
+Of Lovers, no complaint of <a name="p286_17" id="p286_17" class="fc">Wil[l]ow</a> garlands,<br />
+Love has a Beacon upon his palace top,<br />
+Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime<br />
+To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire<br />
+To threaten, or to warme: Can Love dwell here?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Fa.</i> &nbsp; If there be noble love upon the World,<br />
+Trust Fame, and find it here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; Make good your boast,<br />
+And bring him to us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>De.</i> &nbsp; What does mean all this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; I told you, Sir, we should have some device.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Love.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+There's <i>Cupid</i> now, that little Gentleman,<br />
+Has troubled every Masque at Court this seven year.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; No more.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Love.</i> &nbsp; Welcome to Love, how much you honor me!<br />
+It had become me, that, upon your summons,<br />
+I should have waited upon mighty Fortune,<br />
+But since you have vouchsafed to visit me;<br />
+All the delights Love can invent, shall flow<br />
+To entertain you, Musick through the ayre<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span>Shoot your inticing harmony.<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; We came to dance and revel with you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; I am poor<br />
+In my ambition, and want thought to reach<br />
+How much you honor Love.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Dance.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Honor.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Hon.</i> &nbsp; What intrusion's this?<br />
+Whom do you seek here.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis honor.<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p287_9" id="p287_9" class="fc">He my</a> servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; Fortune is come to visit us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Hon.</i> &nbsp; And has<br />
+Corrupted Love: Is this thy faith to her,<br />
+On whom we both waite, to betray her thus<br />
+To Fortunes triumph? take her giddy wheel,<br />
+And be no more companion to honor;<br />
+I blush to know thee, Who'll believe there can<br />
+Be truth in Love hereafter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lov.</i> &nbsp; I have found<br />
+My eyes, and see my shame, and with it, this<br />
+Proud sorceress, from whom, and all her charmes,<br />
+I flye agen to Honor, be my guard,<br />
+Without thee I am lost, and cannot boast,<br />
+The merit of a name.<br />
+<br />
+<i>For.</i> &nbsp; Despis'd? I shall<br />
+Remember this affront.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; What Moral's this?      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Honor <i>with the Crown upon a mourning
+Cushion</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+What melancholly object strikes a sudden<br />
+Chillness through all my veines; and turns me Ice?<br />
+It is the same I sent, the very same,<br />
+As the first pledge of her insuing greatness:<br />
+Why in this mourning livery, if she live<br />
+To whom I sent it? ha, What shape of sorrow?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Polidora <i>in mourning</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+It is not <i>Polidora</i>, she was faire<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>Enough, and wanted not the setting off<br />
+With such a black: if thou beest <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+Why mournes my love? it neither does become<br />
+Thy fortune, nor my joyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; But it becomes<br />
+My griefs, this habit fits a funeral,<br />
+And it were sin, my Lord, not to lament<br />
+A friend new dead.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; And I yet living? can<br />
+A sorrow enter but upon thy Garment,<br />
+Or discomplexion thy attire, whilst I<br />
+Enjoy a life for thee? Who can deserve,<br />
+Weigh'd with thy living comforts, but a piece<br />
+Of all this Ceremony? give him a name.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; He was <i>Arcadius</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; <i>Arcadius?</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; A Gentleman that lov'd me dearly once,<br />
+And does compel these poor, and fruitless drops,<br />
+Which willingly would fall upon his hearse,<br />
+To imbalme him twice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; And are you sure hee's dead?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; As sure as you'r living, Sir, and yet<br />
+I did not close his eyes, but he is dead,<br />
+And I shall never see the same <i>Arcadius</i>:<br />
+He was a Man so rich in all that's good,<br />
+At least I thought him so, so perfect in<br />
+The rules of honor, whom alone to imitate<br />
+Were glory in a Prince, Nature her self,<br />
+Till his creation, wrought imperfectly,<br />
+As she had made but tryal of the rest,<br />
+To mould him excellent.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; And is he dead?<br />
+Come, shame him not with praises, recollect<br />
+Thy scatter'd hopes, and let me tell my best,<br />
+And dearest <i>Polidora</i>, that he lives,<br />
+Still lives to honor thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Lives, Where?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Look here.<br />
+Am not I worth your knowledge?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; And my duty,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span>You are <i>Demetrius</i>, King of <i>Epire</i>, Sir.<br />
+I could not easily mistake him so,<br />
+To whom I gave my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Mine is not chang'd,<br />
+But still hath fed upon thy memory,<br />
+These honors, and additions of state<br />
+Are lent me for thy sake, be not so strange,<br />
+Let me not lose my entertainment, now<br />
+I am improv'd, and rais'd unto the height,<br />
+Beneath which, I did blush to ask thy love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Give me your pardon, Sir, <i>Arcadius</i>,<br />
+At our last meeting, without argument,<br />
+To move him more than his affection to me,<br />
+Vow'd he did love me; love me <a name="p289_13" id="p289_13" class="fc">above all</a> Women,<br />
+And to confirm his heart, was truely mine,<br />
+He wish'd, I tremble to remember it,<br />
+When he forsook his <i>Polidora's</i> love,<br />
+That Heaven might kill his happiness on Earth:<br />
+Was not this nobly said? did not this promise<br />
+A truth to shame the Turtles?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; And his heart<br />
+Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say,<br />
+<i>Arcadius</i> &nbsp; was perjur'd, but the same day<br />
+Forgetting all his promises, and oathes,<br />
+While yet they hung upon his lips, forsook me,<br />
+D'ee not remember this too, gave his faith<br />
+From me, transported with the noise of greatness,<br />
+And would be married to a Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; But Heaven permitted not I should dispose<br />
+What was ordain'd for thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; It was not virtue<br />
+In him, for sure he found no check, no sting<br />
+In his own bosome, but gave freely all<br />
+The reines to blind ambition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; I am wounded,<br />
+The thought of thee ith' throng of all my joyes,<br />
+Like poyson powr'd in Nectar, turnes me frantick:<br />
+Dear, if <i>Arcadius</i> have made a fault,<br />
+Let not <i>Demetrius</i> be punish'd for't,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span>He pleads that ever will be constant to thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Shall I believe Mans flatteries agen,<br />
+Lose my sweet rest, and peace of thought agen,<br />
+Be drawn by you, from the streight paths of virtue,<br />
+Into the maze of Love.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; I see compassion in thy eye, that chides me,<br />
+If I have either soul, but what's contain'd<br />
+Within these words, or if one syllable<br />
+Of their full force, be not made good by me,<br />
+May all relenting thoughts in you take end,<br />
+And thy disdain be doubled, from thy pardon,<br />
+I'll count my Coronation; and that hour<br />
+Fix with a rubrick in my Calendar,<br />
+As an auspicious time, to entertain<br />
+Affairs of weight with Princes; think who now<br />
+Intreats thy mercy, come, thou sha't be kind,<br />
+And divide Titles with me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Hear me, Sir,<br />
+I lov'd you once for virtue, and have not<br />
+A thought so much unguarded, as to be won<br />
+From my truth, and innocence with any<br />
+Motives of state to affect you,<br />
+Your bright temptation mourns while it stayes here;<br />
+Nor can the triumph of glory, which made you<br />
+Forget me, so court my opinion back,<br />
+Were you no King, I should be sooner drawn<br />
+Again to love you, but 'tis now too late,<br />
+A low obedience shall become me best:<br />
+May all the joyes I want<br />
+Still wait on you, if time hereafter tell you,<br />
+That sorrow for your fault hath struck me dead,<br />
+May one soft tear drop from your eye, in pitty<br />
+Bedew my hearse, and I shall sleep securely:<br />
+I have but one word more for goodness sake,<br />
+For your own honor, Sir, correct your passion,<br />
+To her you shall love next, and I forgive you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers<br />
+Thaw it to any softness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; I'll fetch her, Sir, again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Perswade her not.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span>
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; You give your passion too much leave to triumph.<br />
+Seek in another what she denies.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Macarius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone,<br />
+A dangerous treason is a foot.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; What Treason?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; <i>Cassander</i>, and <i>Eubulus</i> have proclaim'd<br />
+Another King, whom they pretend to be<br />
+<i>Leonatus</i> &nbsp; your elder Brother, he that was,<br />
+But this morning prisoner in the Castle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; The easie <i>Epirotes</i><br />
+Gather in multitudes to advance his Title,<br />
+They have seised upon the Court, secure your person,<br />
+Whilst we raise power to curbe this Insurrection.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Lose no time then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; We will not Arme one Man,<br />
+Speak it agen, have I a brother living?<br />
+And must be no King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; What means your Grace?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; This newes doth speak me happy, it exalts<br />
+My heart, and makes me capable of more<br />
+Than twenty Kingdoms.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Will you not, Sir, stand<br />
+Upon your guard?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; I'll stand upon my honor,<br />
+Mercy relieves me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; Will you lose the Kingdom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; The World's too poor to bribe me: leave<br />
+Me all, lest you extenuate my fame, and I<br />
+Be thought to have redeem'd it by your counsel,<br />
+You shall not share one scruple in the honor;<br />
+Titles may set a gloss upon our Name,<br />
+But Virtue onely is the soul of Fame.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; He's strangely possest Gentlemen.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quintus. <a name="p292_1" id="p292_1" class="fc">Sc&aelig;na Prima.</a></i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles, <i>and</i> Lisander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Heres a strange turne, <i>Lisander</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a Kingdom<br />
+Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith<br />
+Of multitudes?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; It was his fault, that would<br />
+So tamely give his Title to their Mercy,<br />
+The new King has possession.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; And is like<br />
+To keep't, we are alone, what dost think of<br />
+This innovation? Is't not a fine Jigge?<br />
+A precious cunning in the late Protector<br />
+To shuffle a new Prince into the state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; I know not how they have shuffled, but my head on't,<br />
+A false card is turn'd up trump, but fates look to't.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander <i>and</i> Eubulus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Does he not carry it bravely?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cos.</i> &nbsp; Excellently.<br />
+<i>Philocles</i>, <i>Lisander</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi. Lis.</i> Your Lordships servants,<br />
+Are we not bound to heaven, for multiplying<br />
+These blessings on the Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Heaven alone<br />
+Works miracles, my Lord.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lisa.</i> &nbsp; I think your Lordship<br />
+Had as little hope once to see these Princes<br />
+Revive.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Here we must place our thanks,<br />
+Next providence, for preserving<br />
+So dear a pledge.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Leonatus <i>attended</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; The King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; It is our pleasure<br />
+The number of our guard be doubled, give<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span>A Largess to the Soldiers; but dismiss not<br />
+The Troops till we command.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; May it please.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; It will not please us otherwise, my Lord,<br />
+We have try'd your faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Does he not speak with confidence?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; My Lords and Gentlemen, to whose faith we must<br />
+Owe next to Heaven our fortune, and our safety,<br />
+After a tedious eclipse, the day<br />
+Is bright, and we invested in those honors,<br />
+Our bloud, and birth did challenge.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; May no time<br />
+Be registred in our annals, that shall mention<br />
+One that had life to oppose your sacred person.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Let them, whose Titles forg'd and flaw'd, suspect<br />
+Their states security, our right to <i>Epire</i>,<br />
+Heaven is oblig'd to prosper, treason has<br />
+No face so black to fright it, all my cares<br />
+Level to this, that I may worthily<br />
+Manage the province, and advance the honor<br />
+Of our dear Countrey, and be confident,<br />
+If an expence of bloud, may give addition<br />
+Of any happiness to you, I shall<br />
+Offer my heart the sacrifice, and rejoyce<br />
+To make my self a ghost, to have inscrib'd<br />
+Upon my marble, but whose cause I died for.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; May Heaven avert such danger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Excellent Prince,<br />
+In whom we see the Copy of his Father,<br />
+None but the Son of <i>Theodosius</i>,<br />
+Could have spoke thus.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p293_31" id="p293_31" class="fc">[You]</a> are pleas'd to interpret well,<br />
+Yet give me leave to say in my own justice,<br />
+I have but exprest the promptness of my soul<br />
+To serve you all, but 'tis not empty wishes<br />
+Can satisfie our mighty charge, a weight<br />
+Would make an <i>Atlas</i> double, a Kings name<br />
+Doth sound harmoniously to men at distance;<br />
+And those who cannot penetrate beyond<br />
+The bark, and out-skin of a Common-wealth,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span>Or state, have eyes, but ravish'd with the Ceremony<br />
+That must attend a Prince, and understand not<br />
+What cares allay the glories of a Crown,<br />
+But good Kings find and feel the contrary,<br />
+You have try'd, my Lord, the burden, and can tell<br />
+It would require a Pilot of more years<br />
+To steer this Kingdom, now impos'd on me,<br />
+By justice of my birth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I wish not life,<br />
+But to partake those happy days, which must<br />
+Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blest,<br />
+But Sir, be sparing to your self, we shall<br />
+Hazard our joyes in you too soon, the burden<br />
+Of state affairs, impose upon your counsel.<br />
+'Tis fitter that we waste our lives than you,<br />
+Call age too soon upon you with the trouble,<br />
+And cares that threaten such an undertaking,<br />
+Preserve your youth.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; And choose you our <a name="p294_18" id="p294_18" class="fc">Prote[c]tor</a>,<br />
+Is't that you would conclude my Lord? We will<br />
+Deserve our subjects faith for our own sake,<br />
+Not sit an idle gazer at the helm.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Messenger.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; How observ'd you that,<br />
+Mark how <i>Cassander's</i> Planet struck.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eu.</i> &nbsp; He might have look'd more calmly for all that,<br />
+I begin to fear; but do not yet seem troubled.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; With what news travels his haste? I must secure<br />
+My self betimes, not be a King in jest,<br />
+And wear my Crown a Tenant to their breath.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.  Demetrius,</i> Sir, your brother,<br />
+With other Traitors that oppose your claims,<br />
+Are fled to the Castle of <i>Nestorius</i>,<br />
+And fortifie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mes.</i> &nbsp; I said not so my Lord.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I'll have it thought so, hence.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Messen.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Plant forces to batter<br />
+The walls, and in their ruin bring us <a name="p294_37" id="p294_37" class="fc">wor[d]</a><br />
+They live not.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span>
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir hear me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Let it work,<br />
+Were <i>Demetrius</i> dead, we easily might uncrown<br />
+This swoln Impostor, and my Son be fair<br />
+To piece with young <i>Sophia</i>, who I hear<br />
+Repents her late affront.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Their lives may do<br />
+You service, let not blood stain your beginnings<br />
+The people not yet warm in their allegeance,<br />
+May think it worth their tumult to revenge it<br />
+With hazard of your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Who dares but think it?<br />
+Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield,<br />
+<i>Demetrius</i> &nbsp; must not live, my Lord your counsel,<br />
+What if he were in heaven?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; You have my consent,<br />
+You sha'not stay long after him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; <i>Sophia</i> is<br />
+Not my Sister,<br />
+To prevent all that may indanger us, we'll marry her;<br />
+That done, no matter though we stand discover'd,<br />
+For in her Title then we are King of <i>Epire,</i><br />
+Without dispute.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Hum; in my judgement, Sir,<br />
+That wonot do so well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; What's your opinion?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; He countermines my plot: are you so cunning.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; What's that you mutter; Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I mutter, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Best say I am no King, but some impostor<br />
+Rais'd up to gull the state.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Very fine to have said within<br />
+Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be,<br />
+Was not in the compass of High Treason<br />
+I take it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I will speak louder, do I not know him?<br />
+That self-same hand that rais'd him to the throne<br />
+Shall pluck him from it, is this my reward?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Our guard, to prison with him.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Me to prison?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Off with his head.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; My head?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; How dares he be so insolent?<br />
+I ha' wrought my self into a fine condition,<br />
+Do'e know me Gentlemen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Phi.</i> &nbsp; Very well my Lord;<br />
+How are we bound to heaven for multiplying<br />
+These blessings on the Kingdom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; We allow it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; Counsel did never blast a Princes ear.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels,<br />
+<i>Nestorius</i> &nbsp; house, where our proud brother has<br />
+Enscons'd himself, they'll entertain him lovingly,<br />
+He will be a good addition to the Traitors,<br />
+Obey me, or you dye for't, what are Kings<br />
+When subjects dare affront 'em?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I shall vex<br />
+Thy soul for this.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Away with him: when Kings<br />
+Frown, let offenders tremble, this flows not<br />
+From any cruelty in my nature, but<br />
+The fate of an Usurper: he that will<br />
+Be confirm'd great without just title <a name="p296_24" id="p296_24" class="fc">to't</a>,<br />
+Must lose compassion, know what's good, not <a name="p296_25" id="p296_25" class="fc">do't</a>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Polidora <i>and her servant</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Madam, the Princess <i>Sophia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I attend her Highness.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Sophia.</p>
+
+<p>
+How much your grace honors your humble servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I hope my brother's well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I hope so too, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Do you but hope? he came to be your guest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; We are all his, whilst he is pleas'd to honor<br />
+This poor roof with his royal presence, Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I came to ask your pardon <i>Polidora</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; You never, Madam, trespass'd upon me,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span>Wrong not your goodness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I can be but penitent,<br />
+Unless you point me out some other way<br />
+To satisfie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Dear Madam, do not mock me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p297_5" id="p297_5" class="fc">There [is]</a> no injury like that to love,<br />
+I find it now in my own sufferings:<br />
+But though I would have rob'd thee of <i>Arcadius</i><br />
+Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts,<br />
+And <a name="p297_9" id="p297_9" class="fc">punish[d]</a> me in those joys you have found:<br />
+I read the story of my loss of honor,<br />
+Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you<br />
+Have met your own agen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Whom do you mean?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; My brother.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; He is found to himself and honor,<br />
+He is my King, and though I must acknowledge<br />
+He was the glory of my thoughts, and I<br />
+Lov'd him, as you did, Madam, with desire<br />
+To be made his, reason, and duty since,<br />
+Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now<br />
+Look on him without any wish of more<br />
+Than to be call'd his subject.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Has he made<br />
+Himself less capable by being King?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Of what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Of your affection.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; With your pardon, Madam.<br />
+Love in that sense you mean, left <i>Polidora</i><br />
+When he forsook <i>Arcadius</i>, I disclaim<br />
+All ties between us, more than what a name<br />
+Of King must challenge from my obedience.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; This does confirm my jealousie, my heart,<br />
+For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave<br />
+To answer in some other cause, or person:<br />
+This argument but opens a sad wound<br />
+To make it bleed afresh; we may change this<br />
+Discourse: I would elect some subject, whose<br />
+Praises may more delight your ear than this<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span>Can mine; let's talk of young <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Ha? my presaging fears.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; How does your grace?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Well, you were talking of <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+Pray give me your opinion of him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Mine?<br />
+It will be much short of his worth: I think him<br />
+A gentleman so perfect in all goodness,<br />
+That if there be one in the world deserves<br />
+The best of women, heaven created him,<br />
+To make her happy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; You have, in a little, Madam,<br />
+Exprest a volume of mankind, a miracle;<br />
+But all have not the same degree of faith,<br />
+He is but young.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; What Mistriss would desire<br />
+Her servant old? he has both Spring to please<br />
+Her eye and Summer to return a harvest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; He is black.<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p298_19" id="p298_19" class="fc"><i>P</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>l.</i></a> &nbsp; He sets a beauty off more rich,<br />
+And she that's fair will love him; faint complexions<br />
+Betray effeminate minds, and love of change:<br />
+Two beauties in a bed, compound few men;<br />
+He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman,<br />
+Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray<br />
+His modesty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; His proportion exceeds not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; That praises him, and a well compacted frame<br />
+Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements:<br />
+Vast buildings are more oft for shew than use:<br />
+I would not have my eyes put to the travel<br />
+Of many acres, e'r I could examine<br />
+A man from head to foot; he has no great,<br />
+But he may boast, an elegant composition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I'll hear no more, you have so far out-done<br />
+My injuries to you, that I call back<br />
+My penitence, and must tell <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+This revenge ill becomes her. Am I thought<br />
+So lost in soul to hear, and forgive this?<br />
+In what shade do I live? or shall I think<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span>I have not, at the lowest, enough merit,<br />
+Setting aside my birth, to poize with yours:<br />
+Forgive my modest thoughts, if I rise up<br />
+<a name="p299_3" id="p299_3" class="fc">In</a> my own defence, and tell this unjust Lady<br />
+So great a winter hath not frozen yet<br />
+My cheek, but <a name="p299_5" id="p299_5" class="fc">there [is]</a> something nature planted,<br />
+That carries as much bloom, and spring upon't,<br />
+As yours. What flame is in your eye, but may<br />
+Find competition here? (forgive agen<br />
+My Virgin <a name="p299_9" id="p299_9" class="fc">honor,) what</a> is in your lip<br />
+To tice the enamour'd soul, to dwell with more<br />
+Ambition, than the yet unwither'd blush<br />
+That speaks the innocence of mine?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Demetrius.</p>
+
+<p>
+Oh brother?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; I'll talk with you anon, my <i>Polidora</i>,<br />
+Allow thy patience till my breath recover,<br />
+Which now comes laden with the richest news<br />
+Thy ear was ever blest with.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Both your looks,<br />
+And voice express some welcome accident.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Guess what in wish could make me fortunate<br />
+And heaven hath dropt that on <i>Demetrius</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; What means this extasie?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; 'Twere sin to busie<br />
+Thy thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee that I could<br />
+Retein some part; 'tis too wide a joy<br />
+To be exprest so soon, and yet it falls<br />
+In a few syllables, thou wot scarce believe me,<br />
+I am no King.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; How's that!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Good Heaven forbid.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Forbid? Heaven has reliev'd me with a mercy<br />
+I knew not how to ask, I have, they say,<br />
+An elder brother living, crown'd already,<br />
+I only keep my name <i>Demetrius</i>,<br />
+Without desire of more addition,<br />
+Than to return thy servant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; You amaze me,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>Can you rejoyce to be deposed:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; It but<br />
+Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom<br />
+In <i>Polidora</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Did you not say,<br />
+Were I no King, you could be drawn to love<br />
+Me agen, that was consented to in Heaven:<br />
+A Kingdom first betraid my ambitious soul<br />
+To forget thee, that, and the flattering glories,<br />
+How willingly <i>Demetrius</i> <a name="p300_10" id="p300_10" class="fc">does</a> resign,<br />
+The Angels know: thus naked without Titles<br />
+I throw me on thy charity, and shall<br />
+Boast greater Empire to be thine agen, than<br />
+To wear the triumphs of the world upon me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Macarius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Be not so careless of your self, the people<br />
+Gather in multitudes to your protection<br />
+Offering their lives and fortunes, if they may<br />
+But see you Sir, and hear you speak to 'em,<br />
+Accept their duties, and in time prevent<br />
+Your ruin.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Be not desperate, 'tis counsel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; You trouble me with noise, speak <i>Polidora</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; For your own sake preserve your self,<br />
+My fears distract my reason.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+With something that concerns your safety, is<br />
+Fled hither, and desires a present hearing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; His soul is honest, be not, Sir, a mad man,<br />
+And for a Lady, give up all our freedoms.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I'll say any thing here, <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Dear brother hear him.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Lisimachus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I come to yield<br />
+My self your prisoner, if my father have<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span>Rais'd an Impostor to supplant your Title<br />
+Which I suspect, and inwardly do bleed for,<br />
+I shall not only, by the tender of<br />
+My self, declare my innocence, but either,<br />
+By my unworthy life, secure your person,<br />
+Or by what death you shall impose, reward<br />
+The unexpected Treason.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Brave young man,<br />
+Did you not hear him Brother?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I am not minded.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; Be witness Madam, I resign my heart<br />
+It never was anothers, you declare<br />
+Too great a satisfaction, I hope<br />
+This will destroy your jealousie,<br />
+Remember now your danger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; I despise it,<br />
+What fate dares injure me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Yet hear me Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Forgive me <i>Polidora</i>, you are happy,<br />
+My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought<br />
+<i>Lisimachus</i> &nbsp; had meant you for his Mistriss,<br />
+'Tis misery to feed, and not know where<br />
+To place my jealousie.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Macarius.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; Now 'tis too late,<br />
+You may be deafe, until the Cannon make,<br />
+You find your sense, we are shut up now by<br />
+A troop of Horse, thank your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; They will<br />
+Admit conditions.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; And allow us quarter.      <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout within.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; We are all lost.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Be comforted.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; News my Lord <i>Cassander</i> sent by the new King.<br />
+To bear us company.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Not as prisoner?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; It does appear no otherwise, the soldiers<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>Declare how much they love him, by their noise<br />
+Of scorn, and joy to see him so rewarded.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; It cannot be.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; You'll find it presently,<br />
+He curses the new King, talks treason 'gainst him<br />
+As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Oh let me beg untill my knees take root<br />
+I' th' earth, Sir, can you pardon me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; For what?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; For Treason, desperate, most malicious Treason:<br />
+I have undone you Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; It does appear<br />
+You had a Will.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; I'll make you all the recompence I can,<br />
+But e'r you kill me, hear me, know the man,<br />
+Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanc'd<br />
+To your throne, is an impostor, a mere counterfeit,<br />
+<a name="p302_18a" id="p302_18a" class="fc"><i>Eubulus'</i></a> Son. <span class="ralign">[<a name="p302_18b" id="p302_18b" class="fc"><i>E</i>[<i>xit</i>]</a> Anti.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; It is not then our brother?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; An insolent usurper, proud, and bloudy<a name="p302_20" id="p302_20" class="fc">;</a><br />
+<i>Seleucus</i>, is no leprosie upon me?<br />
+There is not punishment enough in nature<br />
+To quit my horrid act, I have not in<br />
+My stock of blood, to satisfie with weeping,<br />
+Nor could my soul, though melted to a flood<br />
+Within me, gush out tears to wash my stain off.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; How? an Impostor, what will become on's now?<br />
+We are at his mercy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Sir, the peoples hearts<br />
+Will come to their own dwelling, when they see<br />
+I dare accuse my self, and suffer for it,<br />
+Have courage then young King, thy fate cannot<br />
+Be long compell'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Rise, our misfortune<br />
+Carries this good, although it lose our hopes,<br />
+It makes you friend with virtue, we'll expect<br />
+What providence will do.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; You are too merciful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Our duties shall beg heaven still to preserve you.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Our enemy desires some parley, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; I'll wait upon you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; Thou art my Angel, and canst best instruct me,<br />
+Boldly present our selves, you'll with <i>Cassander.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; And in death be blest<br />
+To find our charity.               <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Madam.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; They will not miss your presence, the small time<br />
+Is spent in asking of a question.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; I wait your pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I have a suit to you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; To me? it must be granted.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; If you have<br />
+Cancell'd your kind opinion of me,<br />
+Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded<br />
+<i>Sophia</i> &nbsp; in your heart, I beg the name<br />
+Of your new Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; You shall know her, Madam,<br />
+If but these tumults cease, and fate allow us<br />
+To see the Court agen, I hope you'll bring<br />
+No mutiny against her, but this is<br />
+No time to talk of Love, let me attend you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; I must expect, till you are pleas'd to satisfie<br />
+My poor request, conduct me at your pleasure.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Leonatus, Eubulus, Bishop, Lisander,
+<a name="p303_29" id="p303_29" class="fc"><i>and</i></a> Philocles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; They are too slow, dispatch new messengers,<br />
+To intreat 'em fairly hither, I am extasi'd,<br />
+Were you witness for me too? is it possible<br />
+I am what this affirms, true <i>Leonatus</i>,<br />
+And were you not my Father, was I given<br />
+In trust to you an Infant?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a truth,<br />
+Our soul's bound to acknowledge, you supply'd<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span>The absence and opinion of my Son.<br />
+Who died, but to make you my greater care<br />
+I know not of <i>Demetrius</i>, but suppos'd<br />
+Him dead indeed, as <i>Epire</i> thought you were,<br />
+Your Fathers character doth want no testimony,<br />
+Which but compar'd with what concerns <i>Demetrius</i><br />
+Will prove it self King <i>Theodosius</i> act,<br />
+Your Royal Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Bish.</i> &nbsp; I am subscrib'd to both his Legacies<br />
+By oath oblig'd to secresie, until<br />
+Thus fairly summon'd to reveal the trust.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; <i>Cassander</i> had no thought you would prove thus,<br />
+To whose policie I gave this aim, although<br />
+He wrought you up to serve but as his Engine<br />
+To batter young <i>Demetrius</i>, for it was<br />
+Your Fathers prudent jealousie, that made him<br />
+Give out your early deaths, as if his soul<br />
+Prophecy'd his own first, and fear'd to leave<br />
+Either of you, to the unsafe protection,<br />
+Of one, whose study would be to supplant<br />
+Your right, and make himself the King of <i>Epire.</i><br />
+<br />
+<i>Bish.</i> &nbsp; Your Sister, fair <i>Sophia</i>, in your Fathers<br />
+Life, was design'd to marry with <i>Lisimachus</i><br />
+That guarded her; although she us'd some Art<br />
+To quit her pupillage, and being absolute,<br />
+Declar'd love to <i>Demetrius</i>, which enforc'd<br />
+<i>Macarius</i> &nbsp; to discover first your brother.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; No more, lest you destroy agen <i>Leonatus</i><br />
+With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet?<br />
+Something it was, I felt within my envy<br />
+Of young <a name="p304_30" id="p304_30" class="fc"><i>Demetrius's</i></a> fortune, there were seeds<br />
+Scattered upon my heart, that made it swell<br />
+With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot<br />
+Be totally eclips'd, but wherefore stays<br />
+<i>Demetrius</i> &nbsp; and <i>Sophia</i>, at whose names<br />
+A gentle spirit walk'd upon my blood.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius,
+<i>Cassander</i>, <i>Lisima</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Eub.</i> &nbsp; They are here.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Then thus I flie into their bosoms,<br />
+Nature has rectifi'd in me, <i>Demetrius</i>,<br />
+The wandrings of ambition, our dear Sister<br />
+You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read<br />
+Assurance there, the day is big with wonder.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; What means all this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; <i>Lisimachus</i>, be dear to us,<br />
+<i>Cassander</i>, you are welcome too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; Not I,<br />
+I do not look for't, all this sha'not bribe<br />
+My conscience to your faction, and make<br />
+Me false agen, <i>Seleucus</i> is no son<br />
+Of <i>Theodosius</i>, my dear Countrey-men<br />
+Correct your erring duties, and to that,<br />
+Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, <i>Demetrius</i><br />
+Doth challenge all your knees.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; All Love and Duty,<br />
+Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother<br />
+I am confirm'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; You are <a name="p305_19" id="p305_19" class="fc">t[o]o</a> credulous,<br />
+What can betray your faith so much?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; <i>Sophia</i>, you appear sad, as if your Will<br />
+Gave no consent to this days happiness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; No joy exceeds <i>Sophia's</i> for your self.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; With your pardon, Sir, I apprehend<br />
+A cause that makes her troubled, she desires<br />
+To know, what other Mistriss, since her late<br />
+Unkindness I have chosen to direct<br />
+My faith and service.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Another Mistriss?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; And does our Sister love <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; Here's something would confess.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; He must not dare<br />
+To affront <i>Sophia</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Cas.</i> &nbsp; How my shame confounds me,<br />
+I beg your justice, without pity on<br />
+My age.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Your pennance shall be, to be faithful<br />
+To our state hereafter,<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span>
+<i>Omnes.</i> &nbsp; May you live long and happy,<br />
+<i>Leonatus</i>, King of <i>Epire</i>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; But where's your other Mistriss?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Lis.</i> &nbsp; Even here, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Our Sister? is this another Mistriss, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p306_5" id="p306_5" class="fc">[<i>L</i>]<i>is.</i></a> &nbsp; It holds<br />
+To prove my thoughts were so when she began<br />
+Her sorrow for neglecting me, that sweetness<br />
+Deserv'd, I should esteem her another Mistriss,<br />
+Then when she cruelly forsook <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br />
+Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart<br />
+Proud with my first devotions to serve you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sop.</i> &nbsp; In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; You have deceiv'd her happily,<br />
+Joy to you both.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dem.</i> &nbsp; We are ripe for the same wishes,<br />
+<i>Polidora's</i> &nbsp; part of me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pol.</i> &nbsp; He all my blessing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; Heaven pour full joys upon you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mac.</i> &nbsp; We are all blest,<br />
+There wants but one to fill your arms.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Leo.</i> &nbsp; My Mistriss,<br />
+And Wife shall be my Countrey, to which I<br />
+Was in my birth contracted, your love since<br />
+Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was ceremony<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though Kingdoms by just Titles prove our own,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The subjects hearts do best secure a Crown.  <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3><a name="p306_28" id="p306_28" class="fc">EPILOGUE</a>.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>There is no Coronation to day,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Our solemn day sets glorious, for then</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>We hope by their</i> <a name="p306_34" id="p306_34" class="fc"><i>s</i>[<i>oft</i>]</a> <i>influence, the men</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span><i>Will grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>(Both) how we please, and bless our covetous ear</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>With your applause, more welcome than the Bells</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Upon a triumph, Bonfires, or what else</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Can speak a Coronation. And though I</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p>
+<h2><small>THE</small><br />
+<big>COXCOMB.</big><br />
+<a name="p308_3" id="p308_3" class="fc"></a>A Comedy.</h2>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<h3>The Persons represented in the Play.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Ricardo, <i>a young Gentleman, in love with</i> Viola.<br />
+Antonio, <i>the Coxcomb Gentleman</i>.<br />
+Mercurie, <i>fellow-traveller with</i> Antonio.<br />
+Uberto,  <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft30">}</span> <i>three merry Gentlemen, friends to</i> Ricardo.</span><br />
+Pedro,<br />
+Silvio,<br />
+Valerio, <i>a Countrey Gentleman</i>.<br />
+Curio, <i>Kinsman to</i> Antonio.<br />
+Justice, <i>a shallow one</i>.<br />
+Andrugio, <i>Father to</i> Viola.<br />
+Alexander, <i>servant to</i> Mercurie's <i>Mother</i>.<br />
+Marke, <i>the Justice's Clerk</i>.<br />
+Rowland, <i>servant to</i> Andrugio.<br />
+Tinker.<br />
+Constable.<br />
+Watch.<br />
+Drawer.<br />
+Musicians.</p>
+
+<h4>WOMEN.</h4>
+
+<p>Viola, <i>Daughter to</i> Andrugio.<br />
+Maria, <i>Wife to</i> Antonio.<br />
+A Countrey-woman, <i>Mother to</i> Mercurie.<br />
+Nan <i>and</i>  <span class="rbrace"><span class="ft20">}</span> <i>Milk-maids.</i></span><br />
+Madge.<br />
+Dorothie, <i>the Tinkers Trull</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="bbt">
+<h3>The Scene England, France.</h3>
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Principal Actors were</h3>
+
+<p><i>Nathan Field</i>,<br />
+<i>Giles Gary</i>,<br />
+<i>Rich. Allen</i>,<br />
+<i>Robert Benfeild.</i><br />
+<i>Joseph Taylor</i>,<br />
+<i>Emanuel Read</i>,<br />
+<i>Hugh Atawell</i>,<br />
+<i>Will. Barcksted.</i></p>
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="p309_1" id="p309_1" class="fc">PROLOGUE</a>.</h3>
+
+
+<p><i>This Comedy long forgot, by some thought dead,<br />
+By us preserv'd, once more doth raise her head.<br />
+And to your noble censures does present,<br />
+Her outward form, and inward ornament.<br />
+Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known,<br />
+The makers that confest it for their own<br />
+Were this way skilful, and without the crime<br />
+Of flatteries I may say did please the time;<br />
+The work it self too, when it first came forth,<br />
+In the opinion of men of worth,<br />
+Was well receiv'd and favour'd, though some rude<br />
+And harsh among <a name="p309_13" id="p309_13" class="fc">th'</a> ignorant multitude,<br />
+(That relish gross food, better than a dish,<br />
+That's cook'd with care, and serv'd into the wish,<br />
+Of curious pallats) wanting wit and strength,<br />
+Truly to judge, condemn'd it for the length,<br />
+That fault's reform'd, and now 'tis to be try'd<br />
+Before such Judges 'twill not be deny'd<br />
+A free and noble hearing: nor fear I,<br />
+But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,<br />
+And give you cause (and with content) to say,<br />
+Their care was good, that did revive this Play.</i></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 40%;" />
+<h3><i>Actus Primus.  Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo <i>and</i> Viola.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Let us make use of this stolen privacy,<br />
+And not loose time in protestation, Mistriss,<br />
+For 'twere in me a kind of breach of faith,<br />
+To say again I love you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Sweet, speak softly<br />
+For though the venture of your love to me,<br />
+Meets with a willing, and a full return:<br />
+Should it arrive unto my Fathers knowledge;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span>This were our last discourse.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; How shall he know it?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; His watching cares are such, for my advancement,<br />
+That every where his eye is fix'd upon me:<br />
+This night that does afford us some small freedom,<br />
+At the request and much intreaty of<br />
+The Mistriss of the House, was hardly given me:<br />
+For I am never suffer'd to stir out,<br />
+But he hath spies upon me: yet I know not<br />
+You have so won upon me, that could I think<br />
+You would love faithfully (though to entertain<br />
+Another thought of you, would be my death)<br />
+I should adventure on his utmost anger.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why do you think I can be false?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; No faith,<br />
+<a name="p310_15" id="p310_15" class="fc">You [h]ave</a> an honest face, but if you should&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; No more, I do believe you, the dance ended,<br />
+Which this free womans ghests have vow'd to have<br />
+E'r they depart, I will make home, and store me<br />
+With all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trusted<br />
+Unto my custody, and at the next corner,<br />
+To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,<br />
+Be ready to receive me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I desire<br />
+No bond beyond your promise, let's go in,<br />
+To talk thus much, before the door, may breed<br />
+Suspition.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury <i>and</i> Antonio <i>talking</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Here are company too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Away,<br />
+Those powers that prosper true and honest loves<br />
+Will bless our undertakings.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis my wish, Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rich. <i>and</i> Vio.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you to<br />
+Too much expence already in my travel:<br />
+And you have been too forward in your love;<br />
+To make my wants your own, allow me manners<br />
+Which you must grant I want, should I increase,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:<br />
+<a name="p311_1" id="p311_1" class="fc">By</a> still consuming you, give me leave<br />
+To take mine own ways now, and I shall often,<br />
+With willingness, come to visit you, and then thank you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; By this hand I could be angry, what do you think me?<br />
+Must we that have so long time been as one<br />
+Seen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;<br />
+Been bedfellows, and in our various journey<br />
+Mixt all our observations, part (as if<br />
+We were two Carriers at two several ways,<br />
+And as the fore-horse guides, cry God be with you)<br />
+Without or compliment, or ceremony?<br />
+In Travellers, that know transalpine garbs,<br />
+Though our designs are nee'r so serious, friend,<br />
+It were a capital crime, it must not be:<br />
+Nay, what is more, you shall not; you e'r long,<br />
+Shall see my house, and find what I call mine<br />
+Is wholly at your service.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis this tires me,<br />
+Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing else<br />
+But my Will lay in the choice: but 'tis not so,<br />
+My friends and kindred that have part of me,<br />
+And such on whom my chiefest hopes depend,<br />
+Justly expect the tender of my love<br />
+After my travel: then mine own honesty<br />
+Tells me 'tis poor, having indifferent means<br />
+To keep me in my quality and rank,<br />
+At my return, to tire anothers bounty,<br />
+And let mine own grow lusty, pardon me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I will not, cannot, to conclude, I dare not:<br />
+Can any thing conferr'd upon my friend<br />
+Be burthensome to me? for this excuse<br />
+Had I no reason else, you should not leave me,<br />
+By a travellers faith you should not, I have said,<br />
+And then you know my humor, there's no contending.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Is there no way to 'scape this Inundation?<br />
+I shall be drown'd with folly if I go:<br />
+And after nine days, men may take me up,<br />
+With my gall broken.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Are you yet resolv'd?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Wou'd you would spare me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; By this light I cannot<br />
+By all that may be sworn by.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Patience help me,<br />
+And heaven grant his folly be not catching:<br />
+If it be, the Town's undone, I now would give<br />
+A reasonable sum of gold to any Sheriff,<br />
+That would but lay an execution on me,<br />
+And free me from his company; while he was abroad,<br />
+His want of wit and language kept him dumb?<br />
+But <i>Balaam's</i> Asse will speak now, without spurring.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Speak, have I won you?&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant and Musician.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; You are not to be resisted.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Be ready I intreat you, the dance done,<br />
+Besides a liberal reward I have,<br />
+A bottle of Sherry in my power shall beget<br />
+New crotchets in your heads.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Musi.</i> &nbsp; Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Go in.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I know this fellow.<br />
+Belong you to the house?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; I serve the Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pretty, and short, pray you Sir then inform her,<br />
+Two Gentlemen are covetous to be honor'd,<br />
+With her fair presence.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; She shall know so much,<br />
+This is a merry night with us, and forbid not<br />
+Welcome to any that looks like a man:<br />
+I'll guide you the way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Nay, follow, I have a trick in't.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Uberto, Silvio, Richardo, Maria, Pedro,
+Portia, Viola, <i>with others</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Come, where's this Masque? fairest, for our chear,<br />
+Our thanks and service, may you long survive,<br />
+To joy in many of these nights.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I thank you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; We must have Musick too, or else you give us,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span>But half a welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Pray you Sir, excuse me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Silv.</i> &nbsp; By no means, Lady.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; We'll crown our liberal feast,<br />
+With some delightful strain fitting your love:<br />
+And this good company.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Since you enforce it,<br />
+I will not plead the excuse of want of skill<br />
+Or be, or nice, or curious, every year<br />
+I celebrate my marriage night; and will<br />
+Till I see my absent Husband.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis fit freedom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Silv.</i> &nbsp; <i>Richardo</i> thou art dull&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I shall be lighter,<br />
+When I have had a heat.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now Sir, the news?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Where?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Complimenting who should first enter.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What are they?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have
+you never seen a Cat wash her face?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; Just such a stir they keep, if you make but haste,<br />
+You may see 'em yet before they enter.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonia <i>and</i> Mercurie.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Let 'em be what <a name="p313_27" id="p313_27" class="fc">they [will,] we'll [give] them</a> fair<br />
+Entertain, and gentle welcome.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; It shall be so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Then let it be your pleasure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have<br />
+Fine sport anon.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; What are they?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; The second is a neighbors Daughter, her name is <i>Viola</i>.<br />
+There is my kinsmans wife, <i>Portia</i> her name, and a<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span>Friend too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Let her&mdash;what's she that leads the dance?<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Serv.</i> &nbsp; A Gentlewoman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I see that.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Serv.</i> &nbsp; Indeed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; What?<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Serv.</i> &nbsp; A Gentlewoman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Serv.</i> &nbsp; My Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; What else?<br />
+<br />
+<i>2 Serv.</i> &nbsp; My Mistriss, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Your Mistriss? a pox on you,<br />
+What a fry of fools are here? I see 'tis treason to understand
+in this house: if nature were not better to them, than
+they can be to themselves, they would scant hit their <a name="p314_14" id="p314_14" class="fc">mouths;
+my</a> Mistriss? is there any one with so much wit in's head,
+that can tell me at the first fight, what Gentlewoman that
+is that leads the dance?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p314_18" id="p314_18" class="fc">[<i>Ant.</i>]</a> &nbsp; 'Tis my wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Hum.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; How dost thou like her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Prethee be quiet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I would I could<br />
+Let never any hereafter that's a man,<br />
+That has affections in him, and free passions,<br />
+Receive the least tye from such a fool as this is,<br />
+That holds so sweet a wife, 'tis lamentable to consider truly<br />
+What right he robs himself of, and what wrong<br />
+He doth the youth of such a <a name="p314_29" id="p314_29" class="fc">Gentlewoman,</a><br />
+That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,<br />
+Than men will please to make it so, and use it<br />
+Neither of which lies freely in a Husband,<br />
+Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?<br />
+If I had never seen, or never tasted<br />
+The goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,<br />
+But now to make a Cuckold is a sin<br />
+Against all forgiveness, worse than a murther;<br />
+I have a Wolf by the ears, and am bitten both ways.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; How now friend, what are you thinking of?<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,<br />
+I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; You shall presently, the dance is done.<br />
+<br />
+<i>1 Serv.</i> &nbsp; Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; My <a name="p315_6" id="p315_6" class="fc">Husband's welcome</a> home, dear Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; She's fair still, oh that I were a knave, or durst be one,<br />
+For thy sake coxcomb; he that invented honesty, undid me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p315_9" id="p315_9" class="fc">I thought you had</a> not known me, y'are merry 'tis well; thought,<br />
+And how ist with these worthy Gentlemen?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub &amp; Sil.</i> We are glad to see you here again.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Oh Gent, what ha' you lost? but get you into travels,<br />
+There you may learn, I cannot say what hidden virtues.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Hidden from you I am sure,<br />
+My blood boils like a furnace,<br />
+She's a fare one.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,<br />
+Fitting my most especial friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What this poor house may yield,<br />
+To make you welcome, dear Sir, command<br />
+Without more compliment.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I thank you:<br />
+She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessing<br />
+Is gone by me, ne'er to be recovered!<br />
+Well, 'twas an old shame the Devil laid up for me, and
+now has hit me home; if there be any ways to be dishonest,
+and save myself yet,&mdash;&mdash;No, it must not be, why should
+I be a <a name="p315_28" id="p315_28" class="fc">fool too&mdash;&mdash;</a>Yet those eyes would tempt another
+<i>Adam</i>, how they call to me, and tell me&mdash;&mdash;S'foot, they
+shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; How is't, Signior?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Crazie a little.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What ail you, Sir?<br />
+What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis that must do me good, she does not mock me sure?<br />
+And't please you nothing, my disease is only weariness.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I ha' some business, and 'tis late, and you far from <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>your lodging.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Well.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit manent</i>, Ant. Mar. <i>and</i> Mer.</span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Come my dear <i>Mercury</i>, I'll bring you to your chamber,
+and then I am for you <i>Maria</i>, thou art a new wife to
+me now, and thou shalt find it e'r I sleep.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; And I, an old ass to my self, mine own rod whips
+me,&mdash;good Sir, no more of this, 'tis tedious, you are the
+best guide in your own house&mdash;go Sir&mdash;    <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Ant. <i>and</i> Mer.</span><br />
+<br />
+This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantick<br />
+From two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me.       <span class="ralign">[<a name="p316_10" id="p316_10" class="fc"><i>Exit.</i></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo, Uberto, Pedro, <i>and</i> Silvio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Well you must have this wench then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Wou'd I were hang'd, 'tis a good loving little fool,
+that dares venture her self upon a coast she never knew yet,
+but these women, when they are once thirteen, god speed
+the plough.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Faith they'll venture further <a name="p316_18" id="p316_18" class="fc">for their</a> lading, than
+a Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be
+fraughted, they are <a name="p316_20" id="p316_20" class="fc">mad[e]</a> like <i>Carrecks</i>, only strength and
+storage.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Come, come, you talk, you talk.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; We do so, but tell me <i>Richardo</i>, wot thou marry <a name="p316_23" id="p316_23" class="fc">her?</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Marry her? why, what should I do with her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Pox, I thought we should have <a name="p316_25" id="p316_25" class="fc">[had]</a> all shares in
+her, like lawful prize.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; No by my faith, Sir, you shall pardon me, I lanch'd
+her at my own charge, without partners and so I'll keep her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; What's the hour?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Twelve.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; There's no standing here, is not this the place?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; And to go back unto her fathers house, may breed suspition,<br />
+Let's slip into a Tavern, for an hour, 'tis very cold.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Content, there is one hard by, a quart of burnt
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>
+sack will recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing
+flesh in the frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating, <a name="p317_1" id="p317_1" class="fc">but
+sure</a> the Woodmen have no great catch on't; Shall's go?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Thou art the strangest lover of a Tavern, What
+shall we do there now? lose the hour and our selves too.
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Lose a pudding; What do'st thou talk of the hour;
+Will one quart muzle us? have we not ears to hear, and
+tongues to ask the Drawers, but we must stand here like
+bawds to watch the minutes?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Prethee content thy self, we shall scout here, as
+though we went a haying, and have some mangey prentice,
+that cannot sleep for scratching, over-hear us; Come, Will
+you go Sirs? when your love fury is a little frozen, you'll
+come to us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Will you drink but one quart then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; No more i'faith.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Content.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; As watchful as the Belman, come, I'll lead, because
+I hate good manners, they are too tedious.  <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i>Viola <i>with a Key, and a little Casket</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+The night is terrible, and I enclos'd<br />
+With that my vertue and my self hate most,<br />
+Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,<br />
+Some company, and every step I take<br />
+Sounds louder in my fearful ears to night<br />
+Than ever did, the shrill and sacred bell<br />
+That rang me to my prayers; the house will rise<br />
+When I unlock the dore, were it by day<br />
+I am bold enough, but then a thousand eyes<br />
+Warne me from going, might not <a name="p317_30" id="p317_30" class="fc">[God]</a> have made<br />
+A time for envious prying folk to sleep,<br />
+Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?<br />
+Yet I was bold enough, to steal this key<br />
+Out of my fathers Chamber, and dare yet<br />
+Venture upon mine enemy, the night,<br />
+Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friend<br />
+Alas how valiant, and how fraid at once<br />
+Love makes a Virgin! I will throw this key<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span>Back through a window, I had wealth enough<br />
+In Jewels with me, if I hold his love<br />
+I steal e'm for; farewell my place of birth,<br />
+I never make account to look on thee again;<br />
+And if there be, as I have heard men say,<br />
+These houshold gods, I do beseech them look<br />
+To this my charge, bless it from theeves and fire,<br />
+And keep, till happily my love I win,<br />
+Me from thy door, and hold my Father in.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio, <i>and</i> Drawer
+<i>with a Candle</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Faith Sir, 'tis very late.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Faith, Sir, you lie, is this your jack i'th' clock-house?
+will you strike, Sir? gi's some more sack, you varlet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Nay, if you love me, good <i>Uberto</i> goe,<br />
+I am monstrous hot with Wine.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Quench it again with love, Gentlemen, I will drink
+one health more, and then if my legs say me not shamefully
+nay, I will go with you, give me a singular quart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Of what Wine Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Of Sack, you that speak confusion at the bar, of
+Sack, I say, and every one his quart, what a Devil lets be merry.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; You shall, Sir.           <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; And an Olive, boy, and a whole bunch of fidlers, my
+head swims plaguely, 'uds pretious I shall be clawd.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Drawer <i>with four quarts of wine</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise,
+'tis midnight Gentlemen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; O that it were dum midnight now, not a word
+more, every man on's knees, and betake himself to his saint,
+here's to your wench, seignior, all this, and then away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I cannot drink it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Now dare I speak any thing, to any body living,
+come, Where's the fault? off with it.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; I have broke my wind, Call you this Sack?&mdash;I
+wonder who made it? he was a sure workman, for 'tis plaguy
+strong work, Is it gone round?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the
+Moon up yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Where is she boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; There, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; We shall have rain and thunder, boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; When Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; The Gentleman is Wine-wise.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Drawer?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Here, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; Can you procure?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; What Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; The mor's the pitty, boy, Can you not 'vize us where my Child?<br />
+<br />
+<a name="p319_21" id="p319_21" class="fc">[<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Neither, in troth sir.]</a><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Why where were you brought up, boy? <a name="p319_22" id="p319_22" class="fc">no inckling</a>
+of a Whore? no aym my boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst
+marry, Why shouldst thou marry, tell me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; I cannot tell, she may be an offender; but signior
+<i>Silvio</i>, I shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Judge me, I <a name="p319_31" id="p319_31" class="fc">do but jest</a> with thee, what an she were
+inverted with her heeles upward, like a traitor's Coat? what
+care I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you
+not talke of wenches?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Boy, lend me your Candle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; To set fire to your rotten seeling, you'll keep no
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span>Whores, Rogue, no good members.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Whores, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sih.</i> &nbsp; I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with
+your hogsheads?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any
+time this three weeks.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Silv.</i> &nbsp; Wee'll beat the Town too, and thou wilt, we are
+proof boy; Shall <a name="p320_6" id="p320_6" class="fc">[wee]</a> kill any body?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; <i>Silv.</i> Now must I kill one, I cannot avoid it, boy,
+easily afore there with your candle; Where's your Mistriss?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; A bed, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; With whom?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; With my Master.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; You lye Boy, shee's better brought up than to lye
+with her husband, Has he not cast his head yet? next year he
+will be a velvet-headed Cuckold.         <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; You are a merry Gentleman, there Sir, take hold.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Viola.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; This is the place, I have out-told the Clock,<br />
+For haste, he is not here. <i>Richardo</i>? no;<br />
+Now every power that loves and is belov'd:<br />
+Keep me from shame to night, for all you know<br />
+Each thought of mine is innocent, and pure,<br />
+As flesh and blood can hold: I cannot back;<br />
+I threw the Key within, and ere I raise<br />
+My Father up, to see his daughters shame,<br />
+I'll set me down, and tell the Northern Wind,<br />
+That it is gentler than the curling West;<br />
+If it will blow me dead, but he will come;<br />
+I'faith 'tis cold; if he deceive me thus,<br />
+A woman will not easily trust a Man. Hark, What's that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil. within.</i> Th'art over long at thy pot, tom, tom, thou
+art over long at the pot tom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Bless me! Whose that?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pedro within.</i> Whoo!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber. within.</i> There Boyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Darkness be thou my cover, I must fly,<br />
+To thee I haste for help<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawer <i>with a Torch</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; They have a light,<br />
+Wind, if thou lov'st a Virgin, blow it out,<br />
+And I will never shut a window more,<br />
+To keep thee from me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; What say you, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why Boy? Art thou drunk Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; What would you, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why very good, Where are we?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; I, that's the point.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir, you will be at your Lodging presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I'll go to no lodging Boy.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Whither will you go then, Sir?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I'll go no farther.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; For Gods sake, Sir, do not stay here all night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; No more I will not, Boy, lay me down, and rowle
+me to a Whore.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; And me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; There spoke an&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Silvio.</i> &nbsp; Then set your foot to my foot, and up tailes all.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; That is <i>Richardo</i>, what a noise they make!<br />
+'Tis ill done on 'em: here, Sirs, <i>Richardo</i>?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; What's that Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a Wench, Sir, pray Gentlemen come away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; O my dear love! How doest thou?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p321_29" id="p321_29" class="fc">[My] sweet</a> heart? even as thou seest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Where's thy Wench?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Where's this bed worme?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Speak softly for the love of heaven.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Mistriss, get you gone, and do not entice the
+Gentlemen, now you see they'r drunk, or I'll call the Watch,
+and lay you fast enough.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Alas, What are you? or, What do you mean?<br />
+Sweet love, Where's the place?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Marry sweet love, e'en here, lye down, I'll feese <a name="p321_38" id="p321_38" class="fc">[you]</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Good God! What mean you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I'll have the Wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; If you can get her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; No, I'll lye with the Wench to night, and she shall be
+yours to morrow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Let go the Wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Let you go the Wench.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; O Gentlemen, as you had mothers!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; They had no mothers; they are the Sons of bitches.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Let that be maintain'd.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Marry then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Oh bless me heaven!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; How many is there on's?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; About five.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Why then lets fight three to three.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Content.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Draw and fall down.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; The Watch! the watch! the watch! Where are you?                    <span class="ralign">[<a name="p322_18" id="p322_18" class="fc"><i>Exit.</i></a></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Where are these Cowards?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; There's the <a name="p322_19" id="p322_19" class="fc">W[h]ore</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; I never saw a drunken man before,<br />
+But these I think are so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Oh!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I mist you narrowly there.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; My state is such, I know not how to think,<br />
+A prayer fit for me, only I could move,<br />
+That never Maiden more might be in love.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Drawer, Constable <i>and</i> Watch.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Watch.</i> &nbsp; Where are they, Boy?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Make no such haste, Sir, they are no runners.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ub.</i> &nbsp; I am hurt, but that's all one, I shall light upon some of ye.<br />
+<i>Pedro</i>, thou art a tall Gentleman, let me kiss thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Watch.</i> &nbsp; My friend.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Your friend? you lie.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Stand further off, the watch, you are full of fleas.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Con.</i> &nbsp; Gentlemen, either be quiet, or we must make you quiet.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Nay, good Mr. Constable, be not so Rigorous.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span>
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Mr. Constable, lend me thy hand of Justice.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Const.</i> &nbsp; That I will Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; Fy Mr. Constable, What golls you have! is Justice so blind<br />
+<a name="p323_3" id="p323_3" class="fc">[She] cannot</a> see to wash your hands? I cry you Mercy, Sir;<br />
+Your gloves are on.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Now you are up, Sir, Will you go to bed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I'll truckle here, Boy, give me another pillow.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; Will you stand up, and let me lay it on then?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Yes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Draw.</i> &nbsp; There hold him two of ye, now they are up, be going Mr. Constable.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; And this way, and that way, tom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Uber.</i> &nbsp; And here away, and there away, tom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Silv.</i> &nbsp; This is the right way, the others the wrong.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Th' others the wrong.<br />
+<br />
+<i>All.</i> &nbsp; Thou art over-long at the pot, tom, tom.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Lead valiantly, sweet Constable, whoop! ha Boyes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Const.</i> &nbsp; This Wine hunts in their heads.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Give me the bill, for I'll be the Sergeant.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Const.</i> &nbsp; Look to him, Sirs.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Keep your Ranks, you Rascalls, keep your Ranks.       <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Secundus.  Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I cannot sleep for thinking of this Asses Wife,
+I'll be gon presently, there's no staying here,
+with this Devil about <a name="p323_25" id="p323_25" class="fc">me;</a> hoe, this is the house of sleep,
+hoe! again there, 'sfoot, the darkness, and this love together,
+will make me lunatick; ho!<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a Servingman above unready.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Who calls there?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Pray take the pains to rise and light a candle.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Presently.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Was ever man but I in such a stocks? well, this shall
+be a warning to me, and a fair one too, how I betray my self
+to such a Dunce, by way of benefit.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Servingman.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span>
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Did you call?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Yes, pray do me the kindness, Sir, to let me out, and
+not <a name="p324_2" id="p324_2" class="fc">[to]</a> enquire why, for I must needs be gone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Not to night, I hope, Sir,<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir to night, I would not have troubled you
+else, pray let it be so.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Alas, Sir, my Master will be offended.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; That I have business? no I warrant ye.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir take your rest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Pray my good friend let me appoint my own rest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Then shew me the way out, I'll consider you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Good Lord, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If I had not an excellent temper'd patience, now
+should I break this fellows head, and make him understand
+'twere necessary; the onely plague of this house is the unhandsome
+love of servants, that ne'er do their duty in the
+right place, but when they muster before dinner, and sweep
+the Table with a wodden dagger, and then they are troublesome
+too, to all mens shoulders, the Woodcocks flesht agen,
+now I shall have a new stir.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why how now friend? What do you up so late?
+are you well? Do you want any thing? pray speak.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Onely the cause I rise for.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; What knaves are these? What do you want? why Sirrah?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Nothing i'th' World, but the keyes to let me out
+of dores; I must be gon, be not against it, for you cannot
+stay me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Be gon at this time? that were a merry jest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If there be any mirth in't, make you use on't, but
+I must go.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why for loves sake?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Twill benefit your understanding nothing to know
+the cause, pray go to bed, I'll trouble your Man only.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Nay, Sir, you have rais'd more, that has reason to
+curse you, and you knew all, my Wifes up, and coming
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span>down too.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Alas, it will be a trouble, pray go up to her, and
+let me disturbe no more, 'tis unmannerly.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Wife <i>as out of her</i> <a name="p325_3" id="p325_3" class="fc">[<i>b</i>]<i>ed</i></a>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Shee's here already; sweet heart: How say you by
+this Gentleman? he would away at midnight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; That I am sure he will not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Indeed I must.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir let not your homely entertainment press
+you to leave your bed at midnight; if you want, what my
+house or <a name="p325_10" id="p325_10" class="fc">our town</a> may afford you, make it your own fault
+if you call not for it; pray go to bed again; let me compel
+you, I am sure you have no power to deny a Woman;
+the ayr is piercing, and to a body beaten with long travel,
+'twill prove an ill Physitian.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If she speak longer I shall be a knave, as rank as
+ever sweat for't; Sir, if you will send your Wife up presently,
+I will either stay with you, d'ye mark me, or deliver
+you, so just a cause, that you your self, shall thrust me out
+of dores, both suddenly, and willingly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I would fain hear that 'faith, pray thee go up sweet
+heart, I have half perswaded him, besides, he hath some private
+business with me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Good night, Sir, and what content you would have,
+I wish with you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Could any man that had a back ask more! O me!
+O me!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Now deal directly with me: Why should you go?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If you be wise do not enquire the cause, 'twill trouble
+you:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why? prithee why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Faith I would not have you know it, let me go,
+'twill be far better for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who's that, that knocks there? i'st not at the street
+door?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Yes, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who's there, cannot you speak?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Within Vio.</i> A poor distressed Maid, for gods sake let
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>me in.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Let her in and me out together, 'tis but one labor,
+'tis pity she should stand i'th' street, it seems she knows you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; There she shall stand for me, you are ignorant; this
+is a common custome of the Rogues that lie about the loose
+parts of the City.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; As how?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; To knock at doors in dead time of night, and use
+some feigned voice to raise compassion, and when the doors
+are open, in they rush, and cut the throats of all, and take
+the booty, we cannot be too careful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Within Vi.</i> As ever you had pity let me in, I am undone else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who are you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; My name is <i>Viola</i>, a Gentlewoman, that ill chance
+hath distressed, you know my Father.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Alas of god we'll let her in, 'tis one of the Gentlewomen
+were here i'th' evening, I know her by her name,
+(poor soul) shee's cold I warrant her, let her have my warme
+Bed, and I'll take her fortune; come, pray come.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; It is not <i>Viola</i>, that's certain, she went home to her
+Fathers, I am sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Via.</i> &nbsp; Will not you be so good to let me in?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I'll be so good to have you whipt away if you stay a
+little longer: Shee's gone I warrant her, now let me know your
+cause, for I will hear it, and not repent the knowing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Since you are so importunate, I'll tell you, I love
+your Wife extreamly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Very well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; And so well that I dare not stay.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; For wronging you, I know I am flesh and blood,
+and you have done me friendships infinite and often, that
+must require me honest, and a true Man, and I will be so,
+or I'll break my heart.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why, you may stay for all this, methinks.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No, though I wood be good, I am no saint, nor
+is it safe to try me, I deal plainly.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Come, I dare try you, do the best you can.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; You shall not, when I am right agen, I'll come and
+see you, till when, I'll use all Countryes, and all means, but I
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span>will lose this folly, 'tis a Divel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Is there no way to stay you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No, unless you will have me such a villain to you,
+as all men shall spit at me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Do's she know you love her?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No, I hope not, that were recompence fit for a
+Rogue to render her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; If ever any had a faithful friend, I am that Man,
+and I may glory in't, this is he, that <i>ipse</i>, he that passes all
+Christendome for goodness, he shall not over goe me in his
+friendship, 'twere recreant and base, and I'll be hang'd first,
+I am resolv'd, go thy wayes, a Wife <a name="p327_11" id="p327_11" class="fc">[shall]</a> never part us: I
+have consider'd, and I find her nothing to such a friend as
+thou art; I'll speak a bold world, take your time and woe
+her, you have overcome me clearly, and do what's fitting
+with her, you conceive me, I am glad at heart you love her:
+by this light, ne're stare upon me, for I will not flye from
+it, if you had spoken sooner, sure you had been serv'd; Sir,
+you are not every Man, now to your taske, I give you free
+leave, and the sin is mine if there be any in it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; He will be hang'd before he makes this good, he
+cannot be so innocent a Coxcombe, he can tell ten sure, if
+I had never known you as I have done, I might be one, as
+others perhaps sooner, but now 'tis impossible, there's too
+much good between us.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Well, thou art e'en the best man&mdash;I can say no
+more, I am, so over-joy'd, you must stay this night, and in
+the morning go as early as you please, I have a toy for you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I thought this pill would make you sick.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; But where you mean to be I must have notice,<br />
+And it must be hard by too, do you mark me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why, What's the matter?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; There is a thing in hand.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why? What thing?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; A sound one, if it take right, and you be not peevish.
+We two will be&mdash;you would little think it; as famous for our
+friendship&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; How?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; If <a name="p327_38" id="p327_38" class="fc">[God]</a> please, as ever <i>Damon</i> was, and <i>Pytheas</i>;
+or <i>Pylades</i> and <i>Orestes</i>, or any two that ever were: do you
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span>conceive me yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No, by my troth, Sir; he will not help me up sure.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; You shall anon, and for our names, I think they shall
+live after us, and be remember'd while there is a story; or <a name="p328_3" id="p328_3" class="fc">[I]</a>
+lose my aime.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; What a vengeance ailes he? How do you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes faith, we two will be such friends, as the world
+shall ring of.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; And why is all this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; You shall enjoy my wife.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Away, away.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; The wonder must begin, so I have cast it, 'twill be
+scurvy else, you shall not stir a foot in't, pray be quiet till
+I have made it perfect.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; What shall a Man do with this wretched fellow?
+there is no mercy to be used towards him, he is not capable
+of any pitty, he will in spight of course be a Cuckold, And
+who can help it? must it begin so needs Sir?&mdash;think agen.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry must it, and I my self will woe this
+woman for you, Do you perceive it now? ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Yes, now I have a little sight ith' matter; O that
+thy head should be so monstrous, that all thy Servants hats may
+hang upon't! but do you meane to do this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes certain, I will woe her, and for you, strive not
+against it, 'tis the overthrow of the best plot that ever was
+then.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Nay, I'll assure you, Sir, I'll do no harm, you have
+too much about you of your own.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Have you thought of a place yet?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; A place?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I a place where you will bide, prethee no more of
+this modesty, 'tis foolish, and we were not determin'd to be
+absolute friends indeed, 'twere tolerable.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I have thought, and you shall hear from me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why, this will gain me everlasting glory; I have
+the better of him, that's my comfort, good night.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Good night, well go thy wayes, thou art the tydiest
+wittall this day I think above ground, and yet thy end for
+all this must be mottly.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter a</i> Tinker <i>with a Cord, and</i> Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tink.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis <a name="p329_2" id="p329_2" class="fc">b[i]tter</a> cold; a plague upon these Rogues, how
+wary they are grown! not a door open now, but double
+barr'd; not a Window, but up with a case of wood like a
+spice box, and their locks unpickable, the very Smiths that
+were half <a name="p329_6" id="p329_6" class="fc">venture[r]s</a>, drink penitent,
+single Ale, this is the Iron age, the Ballad sings of; well, I
+shall meet with some of our loose Linnen yet, good fellows
+must not starve; here's he shall shew God a mighties dog
+bolts, if this hold.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dorothy.</i> &nbsp; Faith thou art but too merciful, that's thy
+fault, thou art as sweet a Thief, that sin <a name="p329_12" id="p329_12" class="fc">excepted, as ever</a>
+suffer'd, that's a proud word, and I'll maintain it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; Come, prethee let's shogg off, and browze an
+hour or two, there's Ale will make a Cat speak, at the
+harrow, we shall get nothing now, without we batter, 'tis
+grown too near morning, the Rogues sleep sober, and are
+watchful.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dorit.</i> &nbsp; We want a Boy extreamly for this function, kept
+under for a year, with milk, and knot-grass; in my time I
+have seen a boy do wonders; <i>Robbin</i> the red Tinker had a
+Boy, Rest his Soul, he suffer'd this time 4 years, for two
+Spoons, and a Pewter Candlestick, that sweet Man had a
+Boy, as I am Curstend Whore, would have run through a
+Cat hole, he would have boulted such a piece of Linen in
+an evening&mdash;<br />
+<br />
+<i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; Well, we will have a Boy, prethee lets go, I am
+vengeance cold I tell thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dorothy.</i> &nbsp; I'll be hang'd before I stir without some purchase,
+by these ten bones, I'll turn she-ape, and untile a
+house, but I'll have it, it may be I have <a name="p329_31" id="p329_31" class="fc">a humor</a> to be
+hang'd, I cannot tell.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Viola.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; Peace, you flead Whore, thou hast a mouth like
+a Bloodhound, here comes a night-shade.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Dorit.</i> &nbsp; A Gentlewoman Whore, by this darkness I'll case
+her to the skin.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span>
+<i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; Peace, I say.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; What fear have I endur'd this dismal night!<br />
+And what disgrace, if I were seen and known!<br />
+In which this darkness onely is my friend,<br />
+That onely has undone me; a thousand curses<br />
+Light on my easie, foolish, childish love,<br />
+That durst so lightly lay a confidence<br />
+Upon a Man, so many being false;<br />
+My weariness, and weeping, makes me sleepy, I must lie down.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; What's this? a Prayer, or a Homily, or a Ballad
+of good councel? she has a Gown, I am sure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; Knock out her brains, and then shee'll nee'r bite.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I will knock her, but not yet, you? woman?</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; For Gods sake what are you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Tinck.</i> &nbsp; One of the groomes of your wardrobe, come, uncase,
+uncase; byr Lady a good Kersey.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Pray do not hurt me, Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall
+cut your whistle.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable
+as you can make me any way.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; That shall be try'd.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tink.</i> &nbsp; Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets <i>Doll</i>, there
+may be birds.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; They are flown, a pox go with them, I'll have this
+Hat, and this Ruffe too, I like it, now will I flourish like a
+Lady, brave, I faith boy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,<br />
+That by my truth I could live with you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well
+bloudded, I am for her, Theeves.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; But by this I am not, coole your Codpiece, Rogue,
+or I'll clap a spell upon't, shall take your edge off with a
+very vengeance.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Peace, horse-flesh, peace, I'll cast off my Amazon,
+she has walk'd too long, and is indeed notorious, shee'll fight
+and scould, and drink like one of the worthies.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dort.</i> &nbsp; Uds, pretious you young contagious Whore, must
+you be ticing? and, Is your flesh so wranck, Sir, that two may
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span>live upon't? I am glad to hear your Cortalls grown so lusty;
+he was dry founder'd t'other day, wehee my pamper'd Jade
+of <i>Asia</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Good Woman do not hurt me, I am sorry that I
+have given any cause of anger.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; Either bind her quickly, and come away, or by this
+steel I'll <a name="p331_7" id="p331_7" class="fc">[tell]</a>, though I truss for company; now could
+I eate her broyl'd, or any way, without Vinegar, I must
+have her Nose.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; By any thing you love best, good Sir, good Woman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Why her Nose, <i>Dorothy</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; If I have it not, and presently <a name="p331_12" id="p331_12" class="fc">[and]</a> warm, I lose
+that I go withal.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Wood the Devil had that thou goest withall, and
+thee together, for sure he got thy whelps if thou hast any,
+shees thy deere dad, Whore! put up your cutpurse; an I
+take my switch up, 'twill be a black time with you else,
+sheth your bung Whore.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dor.</i> &nbsp; Will you bind her? we shall stand here prating,
+and be <a name="p331_20" id="p331_20" class="fc">hang'd</a> both.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Come, I must bind you, not a word, no crying.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Do what you will, indeed I will not cry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tin.</i> &nbsp; Hurt her not, if thou dost, by Ale and Beer, I'll
+clout thy old bald brain pan, with a piece of Brass, you
+Bitch incarnate.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt</i> Tinker <i>and</i> Dorothy.</span></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; O <a name="p331_26" id="p331_26" class="fc">[God]</a>, to what am I reserv'd, that knew not<br />
+Through all my childish hours and actions,<br />
+More sin, than poor imagination,<br />
+And too much loving of a faithless Man?<br />
+For which <a name="p331_30" id="p331_30" class="fc">I'm</a> paid, and so, that not the day<br />
+That now is rising to protect the harmless,<br />
+And give the innocent a sanctuary<br />
+From theeves and spoilers, can deliver me<br />
+From shame, at least suspition&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Valerio.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, lead down the horses easily, I'll walke a
+foot till I be down the hill, 'tis very early, I shall reach
+home betimes. How now, whose there?</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Night, that was ever friend to Lovers, yet<br />
+Has rais'd some weary Soul, that hates his bed,<br />
+To come and see me blush, and then laugh at me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; H'ad a rude heart that did this.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Gentle Sir,<br />
+If you have that which honest men call pitty,<br />
+And be as far from evil as you shew;<br />
+Help a poor Maid, that this night by bad fortune<br />
+Has been thus us'd by Robbers.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; A pox upon his heart that would not help thee, this
+Thief was half a Lawyer by his bands, How long have you
+been tyed here?</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Alas, this hour, and with cold and fear am almost
+perisht.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Where were the watch the while? good sober Gent.
+they were like careful members of the City, drawing in
+diligent Ale, and singing catches, while Mr. Constable contriv'd
+the Tosts: these fellows would be more severely
+punisht than wandring Gipsies, that every statute whips; for
+if they had every one two eyes a piece more, three pots
+would put them out.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; I cannot tell, I found no Christian to give me succor.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; When they take a Thief, I'll take <i>Ostend</i> agen; the
+whorsons drink Opium in their Ale, and then they sleep like
+tops; as for their bills, they only serve to reach down Bacon
+to make Rashers on; now let me know whom I have done
+this courtesie too, that I may thank my early rising for it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Sir, All I am, you see.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; You have a name I'm sure, and a kindred, a Father,
+friend, or something that must own you; shee's a handsome
+young Wench; What Rogues were these to Rob her?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Sir, you see all I dare reveale,<br />
+And as you are a Gentleman press me no further;<br />
+For there begins a grief, whose bitterness<br />
+Will break a stronger heart than I have in me,<br />
+And 'twill but make you heavy with the hearing,<br />
+For your own goodness sake desire it not.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; If you would not have me enquire that, How do
+you live then?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; How I have liv'd, is still one question,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span>Which must not be resolv'd&mdash;<br />
+How I desire to live, is in your liking,<br />
+So worthy an opinion I have of you.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Is in my liking? How I pray thee? tell me, i'faith
+I'll do you any good lies in my power; she has an eye would
+raise a bedrid man; come, leave your fear, and tell me, that's
+a good Wench.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I would serve&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Who would'st thou serve? do not weep and tell
+me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Faith, Sir, even some good woman, and such a wife
+if you be married, I do imagine yours.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Alas! thou art young and tender, let me see thy
+hand, this was ne'er made to wash, or wind up water, beat
+cloaths, or rub a floor, by this light, for one use that shall
+be nameless, 'tis the best wanton hand that e're I lookt on.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Dare you accept me, Sir, my heart is honest,<br />
+Among your vertuous charitable deeds,<br />
+This will not be the least.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Thou canst in a Chamber?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; In a Chamber, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; I mean wait there upon a Gentlewoman,<br />
+How quick she is, I like that mainly too;<br />
+I'll have her, though I keep her with main strength like a
+besieged Town, for I know I shall have the Enemy afore me
+within a week.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I can sow too, and make pretty laces,<br />
+Dress a head handsome, teach young Gentlewomen,<br />
+For in all these I have a little knowledge.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, no doubt I shall encrease that knowledge;
+I like her better still, how she provokes me; pritty young
+Maid, you shall serve a good Gentlewoman, though I say't,
+that will not be unwilling you should please me, nor I forgetful
+if you do.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; I am the happier.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; My man shall make some shift to carry you behind
+him, Can you ride well?</p>
+
+<p><i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; But I'll hold fast for catching of a fall.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; That's the next way to pull another on you, I'll
+work her as I go, I know shee's wax, now, now, at this time
+could I beget a Worthy on this Wench.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Viol.</i> &nbsp; Sir, for this Gentleness, may Heaven requite you
+tenfold.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis a good Wench, however others use thee, be
+sure I'll be a loving Master to thee, come.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio <i>like an Irish Footman, with a Letter</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I hope I am wild enough, for being known, I have
+writ a Letter here, and in it have abus'd my self most bitterly,
+yet all my fear is not enough, for that must do it, that must
+lay it on, I'll win her out i'th' flint, 'twill be more famous,
+now for my language.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Servingman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Now, Sir, Who would you speak with?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Where be thy Mastres Man? I would speak with her,<br />
+I have a Letter.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Cannot I deliver it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; No, by my trot, and fait, can'st thou not Man.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Well, Sir, I'll call her to you, pray shake your ears
+without a little.            <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Servingman.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Cran a Cree do it quickly; this rebbel tonge sticks
+in my teeth worse than a tough Hen, sure it was ne'er known
+at Babel, for they sould no Apples, and this was made for
+certain at the first planting of Orchards,'tis so crabbed.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Wife, <i>and</i> Servingman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What's he wood speak with me?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; A kill kenny ring, there he stands Madam.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; What would you have with me, friend?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; He has a Letter for other Women, Wilt thou read it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; From whence?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; De Crosse creest from my Master.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Who is your Master?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I pray do you look.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Do you know this fellow?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; No Maddam, not I; more than an <i>Irish</i> Footman,
+stand further friend, I do not like your roperunners, What
+stallion Rogues are these, to weare such dowsetts, the very
+Cotton may commit adultery.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; I cannot find whose hand this should be, I'll read,
+To the beauteous wife of <i>Don Antonio</i>, sure this is some blind
+scribe&mdash;well now, What follows?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pray God it take, I have given her that, will stir
+her conscience, how it works with her; hope, if it be thy
+will, let the flesh have it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; This is the most abhor'd, intollerable knavery,
+that ever slave entertain'd, sure there is more than thine
+own head in this villany, it goes like practic'd mischiefe;
+disabled in his body? O good God, as I live he lies fearfully,
+and basely, ha? I should know that Jewel, 'tis my
+husband, come hither shat, Are you an Irish Man?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Sweete Woman a Cree I am an Irish man.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now I know it perfectly; is this your trick, Sir?
+I'll trick you for it; How long have you serv'd this Gentleman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Please thee a little day, O my <i>Mac dermond</i> put me
+to my Mastree, 'tis don I know.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; By my faith he speaks as well as if he had been
+lousy for the language a year or two; well, Sir, you had been
+better have kept your own shape as I will use you, What
+have I done that should deserve this tryal? I never made
+him Cuckold, to my knowledge, Sirrah come hither.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Now will she send some Jewel, or some Letter, I
+know her mind as well; I shall be famous.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Take this Irish bawde here.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; How?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And kick him till his breeches and breech be of
+one colour, a bright blew both.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I may be well swing'd thus, for I dare not reveale
+my self, I hope she does not mean it, O hone, O hone, O
+St. <i>Patricke</i>, O a Cree, O sweet Woman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; No, turn him, and kick him o't'other side, that's
+well.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; O good waiting Man, I beseech thee good waiting
+man, a pox fyre your Legs.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; You Rogue, you enemy to all, but little breeches,<br />
+How dar'st thou come to me with such a Letter?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Prethee pitty the poor Irishman, all this makes for
+me, if I win her yet, I am still more glorious.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Now could I weep at what I have done, but I'll
+harden my heart agen, go shut him up, 'till my husband
+comes home, yet thus much ere ye go, sirrah thach'd head,
+Would'st not thou be whipt, and think it Justice? well
+<i>Aquavit&aelig;</i> &nbsp; Barrel, I will bounce you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; O you hobby headed Rascal, I'll have you flead,
+and trossers made of thy skin to tumble in, go a way with
+him, let him see no sun, till my husband come home, Sir, I
+shall meet with you for your knavery, I fear it not.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Wilt thou not let me go?  I do not like this.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Away with him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Servingman.</i> &nbsp; Come, I'll lead you in by your Jack a lent
+hair, go quietly, or I'll make your crupper crack.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have
+done, make my Coach ready.</p>
+
+<p><i>Serving.</i> &nbsp; Yes forsooth.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Servingman <i>with</i> Antonio.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Mar.</i> &nbsp; Lock him up safe enough, I'll to this Gentleman,
+I know the reason of all this business, for I do suspect it,
+If he have this plot, I'll ring him such a peal, shall make
+his eares deaf for a month at least.         <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Am I not mad? Can this weak temper'd head,<br />
+That will be mad with drink, endure the wrong<br />
+That I have done a Virgin, and my Love?<br />
+Be mad, for so thou ought'st, or I will beate<br />
+The walls and trees, down with thee, and will let<br />
+Either thy memory out, or madness in;<br />
+But sure I never lov'd fair <i>Viola</i>,<br />
+I never lov'd my Father, nor my Mother,<br />
+Or any thing but drink; had I had love;<br />
+Nay, had I known so much charity,<br />
+As would have sav'd an Infant from the fire,<br />
+I had been naked, raving in the street;<br />
+With halfe a face, gashing my self with knives,<br />
+Two houres ere this time.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro, Silvio, Uberto.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Good morrow Sir.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Good morrow Gentlemen, shall we go drink agen?<br />
+I have my wits.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; So have I, but they are unsetled ones, would I had
+some porrige.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; The Tavern boy was here this morning with me<br />
+And told me, that there was a Gentlewoman,<br />
+Which he took for a Whore, that hung on me:<br />
+For whom we quarrel'd, and I know not what.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I faith nor I.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ube.</i> &nbsp; I have a glimmering of some such thing.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Was it you, <i>Silvio</i>,<br />
+That made me drink so much? 'twas you or <i>Pedro</i>.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I know not who.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; We <a name="p337_14" id="p337_14" class="fc">[were]</a> all apt enough.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; But I will lay the fault on none but me,<br />
+That I would be so entreated, come <i>Silvio</i>,<br />
+Shall we go drink agen, come Gentlemen,<br />
+Why do you stay, let's never leave off now,<br />
+Whil'st we have Wine, and Throats, I'll practise it,<br />
+Till I have made it my best quality;<br />
+For what is best for me to do but that?<br />
+For <a name="p337_22" id="p337_22" class="fc">[Gods]</a> sake come and drink; when I am nam'd,<br />
+Men shall make answer, Which <i>Richardo</i> mean you?<br />
+The excellent drinker? I will have it so,<br />
+Will you go drink?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Silv.</i> &nbsp; We drunk too much too lately.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why there is then the less behind to drink,<br />
+Let's end it all, dispatch that, wee'l send abroad,<br />
+And purchase all the Wine the world can yield,<br />
+And then drink it off, then take the fruits o'th' earth,<br />
+Distil the Juice from them, and drink that off;<br />
+Wee'l catch the rain before it fall to ground,<br />
+And drink off that that never more may grow;<br />
+Wee'l set our mouths to Springs, and drink them off,<br />
+And all this while wee'l never think of those<br />
+That love us best, more than we did last night.<br />
+We will not give unto the poor a drop<br />
+Of all this drink, but when we see them weep,<br />
+Wee'l run to them, and drink their tears off too,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span>Wee'l never leave whilst there is heat or moisture,<br />
+In this large globe, but suck it cold and dry,<br />
+Till we have made it Elemental earth,<br />
+Merely by drinking.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Is't flattery to tell you, you are mad?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; If it be false,<br />
+There's no such way to bind me to a Man;<br />
+He that will have me, lay my goods and lands,<br />
+My life down for him, need no more, but say,<br />
+<i>Richardo</i> &nbsp; thou art mad, and then all these<br />
+Are at his service, then he pleases me,<br />
+And makes me think that I had vertue in me,<br />
+That I had love, and tenderness of heart,<br />
+That though I have committed such a fault,<br />
+As never creature did, yet running mad,<br />
+As honest men should do for such a crime,<br />
+I have exprest some worth, though it be late:<br />
+But I alas have none of these in me,<br />
+But keep my wits still like a frozen Man,<br />
+That had no fire within him.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Nay, good <i>Richardo</i> leave this wild talk, and send a
+letter to her, I'll deliver it.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis to no purpose; perhaps she's lost last night,<br />
+Or she got home agen, she's now so strictly<br />
+Look'd to, the wind can scarce come to her, or admit<br />
+She were her self; if she would hear from me,<br />
+From me unworthy, that have us'd her thus,<br />
+She were so foolish, that she were no more<br />
+To be belov'd.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <a name="p338_29" id="p338_29" class="fc">Andrugio <i>and</i></a> Servant <i>with a Night-gown.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sir, we have found this night-gown she took with her.</p>
+
+<p><a name="p338_31" id="p338_31" class="fc">[<i>An.</i> &nbsp; Where?]</a></p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Where? where? speak quickly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Searching in the Suburbs, we found a Tinker and
+his Whore that <a name="p338_34" id="p338_34" class="fc">had it in a Tap-house</a>, whom we apprehended,
+and they confest they stole it from her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; And murthered her?</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; What aile you man?</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why all this doth not make me mad.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i>. It does, you would not offer this else, good <i>Pedro</i>
+look to his sword.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; They do deny the killing of her, but swore they left
+her tyed to a Tree, in the fields, next those Suburbs that are
+without our Ladies gate, near day, and by the Rode, so that
+some passinger must needs unty her quickly.</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; The will of Heaven be done! Sir, I will only entreat
+you this, that as you were the greatest occasion of her
+loss, that you will be pleased to urge your friends, and be
+your self earnest in the search of her; if she be found, she
+is yours, if she please, I my self only, see these people better
+examin'd, and after follow some way in search, God keep you
+Gentlemen.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Alas good man!</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; What think you now of me, I think this lump<br />
+Is nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'd<br />
+Without a soul, for where there's so much spirit<br />
+As would but warm a flea, those faults of mine<br />
+Would make it glow, and flame in this dull heart,<br />
+And run like molten gold through every sin,<br />
+Till it could burst these walls, and fly away.<br />
+Shall I intreat you all to take your horses,<br />
+And search this innocent?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; With all our hearts.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Do not divide your selves till you come there,<br />
+Where they say she was ty'd, I'll follow too,<br />
+But never to return till she be found.<br />
+Give me my sword good <i>Pedro</i>, I will do<br />
+No harm, believe me, with it, I am now<br />
+Farr better temper'd; if I were not so,<br />
+I have enow besides, God keep you all,<br />
+And send us good success.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury, <i>and</i> Servant.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Who is it? can you tell?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; By my troth, Sir, I know not, but
+'tis a Gentlewoman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; A Gentleman, I'll lay my life, you puppy, h'as sent
+his Wife to me: if he have, fling up the bed.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Here she is, Sir.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Wife <i>with a Letter</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I am glad I found you Sir, there, take your Letter,
+and keep it till you have another friend to wrong, 'tis too
+malicious false to make me sin, you have provoked me to
+be that I love not, a talker, and you shall hear me.<br />
+Why should you dare to imagine me<br />
+So light a huswife, that from four hours knowledge<br />
+You might presume to offer to my credit<br />
+This rude and ruffian tryal, I am sure<br />
+I never courted you, nor gave you tokens,<br />
+That might concern assurance, you are a fool.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I cannot blame you now, I see this letter,<br />
+Though you be angry, yet with me you must not,<br />
+Unless you'l make me guilty of a wrong,<br />
+My worst affections hate&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Did not you send it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No, upon my faith, which is more, I understand
+it not; the hand is as far from my knowledge, as the malice.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; This is strange.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; It is so, and had been stranger, and indeed more hateful,<br />
+Had I, that have receiv'd such courtesies, and owe so many<br />
+Thanks, done this base office.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Your name is at it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Yes, but not my nature, and I shall hate my name
+worse than the manner, for this base broking; you are wise
+and vertuous, remove this fault from me; for on the love
+I bear to truth and goodness, this Letter dare not name me
+for the author.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Now I perceive my husbands knavery, <a name="p340_30" id="p340_30" class="fc">if [my]</a> man
+can but find where he has been, I will goe with this Gentleman
+whatsoever comes on't: and as I mean to carry it, both
+he and all the World shall think it fit, and thank me for it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I must confess I loved you, at first, however this
+made me leave your house unmannerly, that might provoke
+me to do something ill, both to your honor and my faith,
+and not to write this Letter, which I hold so truly wicked,
+that I will not think on't.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I do believe you, and since I see you are free, my
+words were not meant to you, but this is not the half of
+my affliction.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I
+enquire?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Your husband? it cannot be: I pitty her, how she's
+vext!</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Servant.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; How now? What news? nay speak, for we must
+know.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he
+has been.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Where?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be
+well with him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why?</p>
+
+<p><i>Serv.</i> &nbsp; There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,<br />
+I cannot yet enquire.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,<br />
+What shall I do?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Be not so grieved, before you know the truth, you
+have time enough to weep, this is the sodain'st mischief;
+Did you not bring an Officer to search there, where you say
+you found his cloaths.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and we searcht it, and charg'd the fellow with
+him: but he, like a Rogue, stubborn Rogue, made answer, he
+knew not where he was; he had been there, but where he was
+now, he could not tell: I tell you true, I fear him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him,<br />
+After this 3 years travel, come to this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; It is the rankest house in all the City, the most
+cursed roguy Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; This is the worst I heard yet; Will you go home?
+I'll bear you company, and give you the best help I may:
+this being here will wrong you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; As you are a Gentleman, and as you lov'd your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span>
+dead friend, let me not go home, that will but heap one
+sorrow on another.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why <a name="p342_3" id="p342_3" class="fc">propose</a> any thing and I'll perform't; I am
+at my wits end too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; So am I, O my dear Master!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Peace you great fool.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Then good Sir carry me to some retir'd place, far
+from the sight of this unhappy City, whether you will indeed,
+so it be far enough.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If I might Councel you, I think 'twere better to
+go home,<br />
+And try what may be done yet, he may be at home afore
+you, Who can tell?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; O no, I know he's dead, I know he's murder'd;
+tell me not of going home, you murder me too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Well, since it pleases you to have it so, I will no
+more perswade you to go home, I'll be your guide in the
+Countrey, as your grief doth command me, I have a Mother
+dwelling from this place some 20 miles: the house though
+homely, yet able to shew something like a welcome; thither
+I'll see you safe with all your sorrows.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; With all the speed that may be thought upon; I
+have a Coach here ready, good Sir quickly; I'll fit you my
+fine husband.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; It shall be so; if this fellow be dead, I see no
+band of any other Man, to tye me from my will, and I will
+follow her with such careful service, that she shall either be
+my Love, or Wife; Will you walk in?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir, but one word with my Man, and
+I am ready; keep the <i>Irish</i> fellow safe, as you love your life,
+for he I fear has a deep hand in this, then search agen, and get
+out warrants for that naughty man, that keeps the bad house,
+that he may answer it, if you find the body, give it due burial;
+farewel. You shall hear from me, keep all safe.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; O my sweet Master!</p>
+
+<p class="center">Antonio <i>knocking within</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant. within.</i> Man-a-cree, the Devil take thee, Wilt thou
+kill me here? I prethee now let me goe seek my Master, I
+shall be very cheel else.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe,
+and you keep not still, down you rogue.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Good sweet fact serving-man, let me out I beseech
+de, and by my trot I will give dye Worship 2 shillings in
+good argott, to buy dy Worship pippines.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; This rogue thinks all the worth of man consists in
+Peepins; by this light I'll beat rebellion out of you for ever.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee
+all I have about me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ser.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Here is five shillings Man.</p>
+
+<p><a name="p343_13" id="p343_13" class="fc"><i>Serv.</i></a> &nbsp; Here is a cudgel, a very good one.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter two Serving-men.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>2. Ser.</i> &nbsp; How now, What's the matter? Where's the
+<i>Irishman</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>1. Ser.</i> &nbsp; There, a wyth take him, he makes more noise
+alone there, than ten Lawyers can do with double, and a
+scurvy Case.</p>
+
+<p><i>2. Ser.</i> &nbsp; Let him out, I must talk with him.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very
+dry Man.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my
+friend.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Fate dost thou mean man.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Even a good tough halter.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; A halter? O hone!</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the
+truth.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; No, fet I am not.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Shall I knock out his brains? I have kill'd dogs
+have been worth three of him for all uses.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, the truth on't is, you must with me to a
+Justice.  O <i>Roger, Roger</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why, what's the matter <i>William</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Heavy news <i>Roger</i>, heavy newes; god comfort us.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; What is't Man?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; What's the matter now? I am e'en weary of this
+way, would I were out on't.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; My Master sure is murder'd, <i>Roger</i>, and this cursed rogue<br />
+<a name="p344_5" id="p344_5" class="fc">I</a> fear, has had a hand in't.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; No fet not.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Stand away, I'll kickt out of him: come, sirrha,
+mount, I'll make you dance, you Rascal, kill my Master?
+If thy breech were cannon proof, having this good cause on
+my side, I would encounter it; hold fair, <i>Shamrocke</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why how now Sirs? you will not murder me indeed.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Bless us <i>Roger</i>!</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Nay, I am no spirit.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; How do you Sir, this is my very Master.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Why well enough yet, but you have a heavy foot of
+your own; Where's my Wife.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Alas poor sorrowful Gentlewoman, she thinks you
+are dead, and has given o're house-keeping.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Whether is she gone then?</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Into the Countrey with the Gentleman your
+Friend Sir, to see if she can wear her sorrows out there; she
+weeps and takes on too too&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; This falls out pat; I shall be everlasting for a name:
+Doe you hear? upon your lives and faiths to me, not one
+word I am living, but let the same report pass along, that
+I am murther'd still; I am made for ever.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I have a Cause Sir, that's enough for you; well, if
+I be not famous, I am wrong'd much; for any thing I know
+I will not trouble him this week at least, no, let them take
+their way one of another.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; Sir, Will you be still an <i>Irish-man</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes a while.</p>
+
+<p><i>2 Ser.</i> &nbsp; But your Worship will be beaten no more?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; No, I thank you <i>William</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>1 Ser.</i> &nbsp; In truth, Sir, if it must be so, I'll do it better than a
+stranger.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Goe, you are Knaves both, but I forgive you, I am
+almost mad with the apprehension of what I shall be, not
+a word I charge you.     <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Valerio, <i>and</i> Viola.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Come, pretty soul, we now are near our home,<br />
+And whilst our horses are walkt down the hill,<br />
+Let thou and I walke here over this Close:<br />
+The foot-way is more pleasant, 'tis a time<br />
+My pretty one, not to be wept away,<br />
+For every living thing is full of love;<br />
+Art not thou so too? ha?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Nay, there are living things empty of love,<br />
+Or I had not been here, but for my self,<br />
+Alas, I have too much.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; It cannot be, that so much beauty, so much youth
+and grace should have too much of love.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Pray what is love? for I am full of that I do not know.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Why, love fair Maid is an extream desire,<br />
+That's not to be examin'd, but fulfill'd,<br />
+To ask the reason why thou art in love,<br />
+Or what might be the noblest end in love,<br />
+Would overthrow that kindly rising warmth,<br />
+That many times slides gently o'r the heart,<br />
+'Twould make thee grave and staid, thy thoughts would be,<br />
+Like a thrice married Widow, full of ends,<br />
+And void of all compassion, and to fright thee<br />
+From such enquiry, whereas thou art now<br />
+Living in ignorance, mild, fresh, and sweet,<br />
+And but sixteen; the knowing what love is,<br />
+Would make thee six and forty.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Would it would make me nothing, I have heard<br />
+Scholars affirm, the <a name="p345_29" id="p345_29" class="fc">world's</a> upheld by Love,<br />
+But I believe, women maintain all this,<br />
+For there's no love in men.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Yes, in some men.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I know them not.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Why, there is love in me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; There's charity I am sure towards me.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; And love; which I will now express, my pretty maid,<br />
+I dare not bring thee home, my wife is foul,<br />
+And therefore envious, she is very old,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span>And therefore jealous: thou art fair and young.<br />
+A subject fit for her unlucky vices<br />
+No work upon, she never will endure thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Via.</i> &nbsp; She may endure<br />
+If she be ought, but Devil, all the friendship<br />
+That I will hold with you; can she endure<br />
+I should be thankful to you? may I pray<br />
+For you and her, will she be brought to think.<br />
+That all the honest industry I have,<br />
+Deserves brown bread? if this may be endur'd<br />
+She'll pick a quarrel with a sleeping child,<br />
+E'r she fall out with me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; But trust me, she does hate all handsomness.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; How fell you in love with such a creature?</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; I never lov'd her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; And yet married her?</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; She was a rich one.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; And you swore I warrant you, she was a fair one then too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Or believe me, I think I had not had her.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Are you men all such? wou'd you wou'd wall us in a place<br />
+Where all we women that are innocent,<br />
+Might live together.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Do not weep at this,<br />
+Although I dare not for some weighty reason<br />
+Displease my Wife, yet I forget not thee.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; What will you do with me?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Thou shalt be plac'd<br />
+At my mans house, and have such food and raiment<br />
+As can be bought with money: these white hands<br />
+Shall never learn to work, but they shall play<br />
+As thou say'st they were wont, teaching the strings<br />
+To move in order, or what else thou wilt.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir, but pray you cloath me poorly,<br />
+And let my labor get me means to live.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; But fair one, you, I know do so much hate<br />
+A foul ingratitude, you will not look<br />
+I should do this for nothing.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I will work as much out as I can, and take as little,<br />
+That you shall have as duely paid to you<br />
+As ever servant did.<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span>
+<i>Vol.</i> &nbsp; But give me now a trial on't, I may believe<br />
+We are alone, shew me how thou wilt kiss<br />
+And hug me hard, when I have stolen away<br />
+From my too clamorous wife that watches me,<br />
+To spend a blessed hour or <a name="p347_4" id="p347_4" class="fc">t[w]o</a> with thee.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Is this the love you mean? you would have that<br />
+Is not in me to give, you would have lust.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Not to dissemble, or to mince the word,<br />
+'Tis Lust I wish indeed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; And by my troth I have it not: for heavens sake use<br />
+me kindly.<br />
+Though I be good, and shew perhaps a monster,<br />
+As this world goes.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; I do<br />
+But speak to thee, thy answers are thy own,<br />
+I compel none, but if <a name="p347_15" id="p347_15" class="fc">[thou]</a> refuse this motion,<br />
+Thou art not then for me, alas good soul;<br />
+What profit can thy work bring me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; But I fear, I pray goe, for lust they say, will grow<br />
+Outragious, being deni'd, I give you thanks<br />
+For all your courtesies, and there's a Jewel<br />
+That's worth the taking, that I did preserve<br />
+Safe from the robbers, pray you leave me here<br />
+Just as you found me, a poor innocent,<br />
+And Heaven will bless you for it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Pretty maid, I am no Robber, nor no Ravisher,<br />
+I pray thee keep thy Jewel, I have done<br />
+No wrong to thee, though thou beest virtuous<br />
+And in extremity, I do not know,<br />
+That I am bound to keep thee.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; No Sir, for gods sake, if you know an honest man
+in all these Countreys, give me some directions to find him
+out.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; More honest than my self, good sooth I do not
+know; I would have lain with thee, with thy consent, and
+who would not in all these parts, is past my memory, I
+am sorry for thee, farewel gentle maid, God keep thee
+safe.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, and you;<br />
+Woman they say, was only made of man,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span>Methinks 'tis strange they should be so unlike,<br />
+It may be all the best was cut away<br />
+To make the woman, and the naught was left<br />
+Behind with him, I'll sit me down and weep,<br />
+All things have cast me from 'em but the earth;<br />
+The evening comes, and every little flower<br />
+Droops now, as well as I.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter two Milk-maids with pails.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Good <i>Madge</i> lets rest a little, by my troth I am
+weary, this new pail is a plaguy heavy one, would <i>Tom</i>
+were hang'd for choosing it, 'tis the <a name="p348_10" id="p348_10" class="fc">untoward'st</a> fool in a
+Countrey.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart, and I thank you too, <i>Nan</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; What true contented happiness dwels here,<br />
+More than in Cities! wou'd to God my Father<br />
+Had liv'd like one of these, and bred me up<br />
+To milk: and do as they do: methinks<br />
+'Tis a life that I wou'd choose, if I were now<br />
+To tell my time agen, above a Princes; maids, for charity<br />
+Give a poor wench one draught of Milk,<br />
+That weariness and hunger have nigh famish'd.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; If I had but one Cows Milk in all the world, you
+should have some on't; there, drink more, the Cheese shall
+pay for it, alas poor heart, she's drie.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Do you dwell here abouts?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; No, would I did.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; <i>Madge</i>, if she <a name="p348_26" id="p348_26" class="fc">does</a> not looke like my cosin <i>Sue</i> o'th'
+<i>Moor lane</i>, as one thing can look like another&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Nay, <i>Sue</i> has a hazle eye, I know <i>Sue</i> well, and
+by your leave, not so trim a body neither, this is a feat
+bodied thing I tell you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; She laces close by the mass I warrant you, and so
+does <i>Sue</i> too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I thank you for your gentleness, fair maids.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Drink agen pray thee.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I am satisfied, and heaven reward thee for't, yet
+thus far I will compell you to accept these trifles, toys only
+that express my thanks, for greater worth, I'm sure they
+have not in them; indeed you shall, I found 'em as I came.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; <i>Madge</i>, look you here <i>Madge</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp;  Nay, I have as fine a one as you, mine's all gold,
+and painted, <a name="p349_2" id="p349_2" class="fc">and a precious</a> stone in't; I warrant it cost a
+crown wench.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp;  But mine is the most sumptuous one, that e'r I
+saw.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp;  One favour you must do me more, for you are well
+acquainted here.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp;  Uds me, our <i>Dorothy</i> went away but last week, and
+I know my mistriss want's a maid, and why may she not be
+plac'd there? this is a likely wench, I tell you truly, and
+a good wench I warrant her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp;  And 'tis a hard case if we that have serv'd four
+years apiece, cannot bring in one servant, we will prefer her;
+hark you sister, pray what's your name.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp;  <i>Melvia.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp;  A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow?
+and make a merry-bush? that's nothing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp;  I shall learn quickly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp;  But be sure to keep the men out, they will mar all
+that you make else, I know that by my self; for I have been
+So touz'd among 'em in my days, come  you shall e'en home
+with us, and be our fellow, our house is so honest, and we
+serve a very good woman, and a Gentlewoman, and we live as
+merrily, and dance a good daies after even-song: our Wake
+shall be on Sunday; do you know what a Wake is? we
+have mighty cheer then, and such a coil, 'twould bless ye;
+you must not be so bashful, you'll spoil all.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp;  Let's home for Gods sake, my Mistriss thinks by
+this time we are lost, come, we'll have a care of you, I
+warrant you; but you must tell my Mistress where you were
+born, and every thing that belongs to you, and the strangest
+things you can devise, for she loves those extreamly, 'tis no
+matter whether they be true or no, she's not so scrupulous;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span>
+you must be our Sister, and love us best, and tell us every
+thing, and when cold weather comes, we'll lye together,
+will you do this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Yes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Then home again <a name="p350_5" id="p350_5" class="fc">o' gods</a> name, can you go apace.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I warrant you.            <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro <i>and</i> Uberto, <i>severally</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; How now, any good news yet?</p>
+
+<p><i>Silvio.</i> &nbsp; Faith not any yet.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; This comes <a name="p350_11" id="p350_11" class="fc">o' tipling;</a> would 'twere treason and't
+<a name="p350_12" id="p350_12" class="fc">pleas['d]</a> God, to drink more than three draughts at a meal.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; When did you see <i>Richardo</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; I crost him twice to day.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; You have heard of a young wench that was seen last
+<a name="p350_15" id="p350_15" class="fc">[night].</a></p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Yes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; Has <i>Richard</i> heard of this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have
+another round.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sil.</i> &nbsp; If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,<br />
+I'll do the like.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ped.</i> &nbsp; Do.                <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo <i>and</i> Valerio.</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I did think 'twas you by all descriptions.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis so,<br />
+I took her up indeed, the manner how<br />
+You have heard already, and what she had about her,<br />
+As Jewels, Gold, and other trifling things:<br />
+And what my end was, which because she slighted,<br />
+I left her there i'th' fields.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Left i'th' fields? could any but a Rogue<br />
+That had despis'd humanity and goodness,<br />
+<a name="p350_33" id="p350_33" class="fc">[God,]</a> law and credit; and had set himself<br />
+To lose his noblest part, and be a beast,<br />
+Have left so innocent unmatch'd a virtue,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span>To the rude mercy of a wilderness?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Sir, if you come to rail, pray quit my house,<br />
+I do not use to have such language given<br />
+Within my doors to me; for your wench,<br />
+You may go seek her with more patience,<br />
+She's tame enough, I warrant you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Pray forgive me.<br />
+I do confess my much forgetfulness;<br />
+And weigh my words no farther, I beseech you,<br />
+Then a mere madness, for such a grief has seiz'd me<br />
+So strong and deadly, as a punishment,<br />
+And a just one too,<br />
+That 'tis a greater wonder I am living,<br />
+Than any thing I utter; yet let me tell you thus much,<br />
+'Twas a fault for leaving her<br />
+So in the fields.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I will think so now, and credit me,<br />
+You have so wrought me with your grief, that I<br />
+Do both forgive and pity you:<br />
+And if you'll please to take a bed this night here;<br />
+To morrow I'll bring you where I left her.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, <a name="p351_21" id="p351_21" class="fc">[no,]</a> shall I be so unworthy:<br />
+To think upon a bed, or ease, or comfort,<br />
+And have my heart stray from me, God knows where,<br />
+Cold and forsaken, destitute of friends,<br />
+And all good comforts else, unless some tree<br />
+Whose speechless charity must better ours,<br />
+With which the bitter east winds made their sport<br />
+And sung through hourly, hath invited her<br />
+To keep off half a day? shall she be thus,<br />
+And I draw in soft slumbers? <i>God</i> forbid.<br />
+No, night and bitter coldness, I provoke thee,<br />
+And all the dews that hang upon thy locks,<br />
+Showrs, Hails, Snows, Frosts, and two edged Winds that prime<br />
+The maiden blossoms, I provoke you all,<br />
+And dare expose this body to your sharpness,<br />
+Till I be made a Land-mark.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Will you then stay and eat with me?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Y'are angry with me, I know y'are angry,<br />
+You would not bid me eat else; my poor Mistriss,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span>For ought I know <a name="p351_40" id="p351_40" class="fc">thou'rt</a> famish'd, for what else<br />
+Can the fields yield thee, and the stubborn season,<br />
+That yet holds in the fruit? good gentle Sir,<br />
+Think not ill manners in me for denying<br />
+Your offer'd meat, for sure I cannot eat<br />
+While I do think she wants; well I'm a rascal;<br />
+A villain, slave, that only was begotten,<br />
+To murder women, and of them the best.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; This is a strange affliction.<br />
+If you'll accept no greater courtesie, yet drink Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; Now I am sure you hate me, and you knew<br />
+What kind of man I am, as indeed 'tis fit,<br />
+That every man should know me to avoid me.<br />
+If you have peace within you, Sir, or goodness<br />
+Name that abhord word - Drink, no more unto me,<br />
+You had safer strike me.<br />
+I pray you do not, if you love me do not.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I mean no ill by it.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Ric.</i> &nbsp; It may be so,<br />
+Nor let me see<br />
+None Sir, if you love heaven;<br />
+You know not what offence it is unto me,<br />
+Nor good now do not ask me why:<br />
+And I warn you once again, let no man else speak of't,<br />
+I fear your servants will be prating to me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir, what ail you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I hate drink, there's the end on't,<br />
+And that man that drinks with meat is damn'd<br />
+Without an age of prayers and repentance,<br />
+And there's a hazard too; good Sir, no more<br />
+If you will do me a free courtesie;<br />
+That I shall know for one: go take your horse,<br />
+And bring me to the place where you left her:<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Since you are so <a name="p352_33" id="p352_33" class="fc">impo[r]tunate</a>, I will;<br />
+But I will wish Sir, you had staid to night<br />
+Upon my credit you shall see no drink.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Be gone, the hearing of it makes me giddy,<br />
+Sir, will you be intreated to forbear it,<br />
+I shall be mad else.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; I pray no more of that, I am quiet,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span>I'll but walk in, and away straight.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Now I thank you,<br />
+But what you do, do in a twinkling, Sir.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; As soon as may be.       <span class="ralign">[<a name="p353_3" id="p353_3" class="fc"><i>Exit.</i></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Mother</i>, Viola, <i>and two Milk-maids</i>.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Is this the wench you have brought me? some catch I warrant.<br />
+<a name="p353_7" id="p353_7" class="fc">How daringly</a> she looks upon the matter!<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Yes forsooth, this is the maiden.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Come hither, wou'd you serve?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; If it shall please you to accept my service, I hope I
+shall do something that <a name="p353_10" id="p353_10" class="fc">shall</a> like you, though it be but
+truth, and often praying for you.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; You are very curious of your hand methinks,<br />
+You preserve it so with gloves, let me see it;<br />
+I marry, here's a hand of march-pane, wenches,<br />
+This pretty palme never knew sorrow yet;<br />
+How soft it is I warrant you, and supple:<br />
+O' my word, this is fitter for a pocket to filch withal<br />
+Than to <a name="p353_19" id="p353_19" class="fc">[work]</a>, I fear me little one,<br />
+You are no better than you should be; <a name="p353_20" id="p353_20" class="fc">goe to</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; My Conscience yet is but one witness to me,<br />
+And that heaven knows, is of mine innocence,<br />
+'Tis true, I must confess with shame enough,<br />
+The time that I have led, yet never taught me<br />
+What 'twas to break a sleep, or to be weary.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; You can say well: if you be mine, wench, you
+must doe well too, for words are but slow workers, yet so
+much hope I have of you, that I'll take you, so you'll be
+diligent, and do your duty: how now?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Alexander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; There is a messenger come from your son,<br />
+That brings you word he is return'd from travel,<br />
+And will be here this night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Now joy upon thee for it, thou art ever<br />
+A bringer of good tidings, there, drink that:<br />
+In troth thou hast much contented me, my Son!<br />
+Lord how thou hast pleas'd me, shall I see my Son<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span>Yet e'r I dye? take care my house be handsome,<br />
+And the new stools set out, and boughs and rushes,<br />
+And flowers for the window, and the <i>Turky</i> Carpet,<br />
+And the great parcel Salt, <i>Nan</i>, with the Cruets,<br />
+And prethee <i>Alexander</i> goe to the Cook,<br />
+And bid him spare for nothing, my son's come home,<br />
+Who's come with him?<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; I hear of none yet, but a Gentlewoman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; I know not, but such a one there is, he says.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Pray God he have not cast away himself<br />
+Upon some snout-fair piece, I do not like it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; No sure, my Master has more discretion.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p354_13" id="p354_13" class="fc">[Well,]</a> be it how it will, he shall be welcome.<br />
+Sirs to your tasks, and shew this little novice<br />
+How to bestir her self, I'll sort out things.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; We will forsooth, I can tell you, my Mistriss is
+a stirring woman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest
+cricket&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Methinks she talks well, and shews a great deal of
+good huswivery, pray let me deck the chambers, shall I?</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Yes, you shall, but do not scorn to be advis'd, Sister,
+for there belongs more to that, than you are aware on; why
+<a name="p354_24" id="p354_24" class="fc">[w]ould</a> you venture so fondly upon the strowings? there's
+mighty matters in them I'll assure you, and in the spreading
+of a bough-pot, you may miss, if you were ten years elder,
+if you take not a special care before you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I will learn willingly, if that be all.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath
+been?</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are
+born without noses.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; [<a name="p354_33" id="p354_33" class="fc">Jesse</a> blesse] us! without noses? how do they do
+for handkerchiefs?</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; So <i>Richard</i> says, and sirrah, their feet stand in
+their foreheads.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent
+running heads then; do they speak as we do?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mag.</i> &nbsp; No, they never speak.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Are they cursend?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Mag.</i> &nbsp; No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they
+are.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young
+master is come home, were you never courted Sister?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Alas, I know it not.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mag.</i> &nbsp; What is that courting, sirrah?</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; I can tell, for I was once courted in the matted
+chamber, you know the party <i>Madge</i>, faith he courted finely.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; Pray thee what is't?</p>
+
+<p><a name="p355_10" id="p355_10" class="fc"><i>Na</i>[<i>n</i>]</a>. &nbsp; Faith, nothing but he was somewhat figent with
+me, faith 'tis fine sport, this courting.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex. within.</i> Where be the Maids there?</p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; We shall be hang'd anon, away good wenches,
+and <a name="p355_14" id="p355_14" class="fc">have</a> a care you dight things handsomly, I will look
+over you.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury <i>and</i> Maria.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If your sorrow will give you so far leave, pray think
+your self most welcome to this place, for so upon my life you
+are, and for your own fair sake, take truce awhile with these
+immoderate mournings.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, I shall doe what I may;<br />
+Pray lead me to a chamber.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Mother and</i> Alexander.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Presently,<br />
+Before your blessing Mother, I intreat ye<br />
+To know this Gentlewoman, and bid her welcome,<br />
+The virtuous wife of him that was my self<br />
+In all my travels.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Indeed she is most welcome, so are you son      <span class="ralign">[<i>kneel.</i></span><br />
+Now all my blessing on thee; thou hast made me<br />
+Younger by 20 years, than I was yesterday,<br />
+Will you walk in? what ails this Gentlewoman?<br />
+Alas, I fear she is not well, good <a name="p355_33" id="p355_33" class="fc">Gen[t]lewoman</a>.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; You fear right.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; She has fasted over long,<br />
+You shall have supper presently o'th' board.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; She will not eat; I can assure you Mother,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span>For Gods sake let your Maid conduct her up<br />
+Into some fair becoming Chamber<br />
+Fit for a woman of her Being, and<br />
+As soon as may be,<br />
+I know she's very ill, and wou'd have rest.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, I'll lead you to your chamber door<br />
+And there I'll leave you to your quiet, Mistriss.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I thank you, Sir, good rest to every one,<br />
+You'll see me once again to night, I hope.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Where are these maids, attend upon the Gentlewoman,
+and see she want no good thing in the house? goodnight
+with all my heart forsooth, good Lord how you are
+grown, is he not <i>Alexander</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; An ill weed, Mother, will do so.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; <i>Alexander</i> the sharp, you take <a name="p356_18" id="p356_18" class="fc">[me]</a> very quickly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Nay, I can tell you, <i>Alexander</i> will do it, do you
+read madcap still?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Sometimes forsooth.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; But faith Son, what Countreys have you travell'd?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why many, Mother, as they lay before me, <i>France</i>,
+<i>Spain</i>, <i>Italy</i> and <i>Germany</i>, and other Provinces that I am
+sure, you are not better'd by, when you hear of them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; And can you these tongues perfectly?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Of some a little, Mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Pray spout some <i>French</i> Son.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; You understand it not, and to your ears 'twill goe
+like an unshod cart upon the stones, only a rough unhandsome
+sound.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; <a name="p356_32" id="p356_32" class="fc">[Faith]</a> I would fain hear some <i>French</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Good Sir, speak some <i>French</i> to my Mistriss.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; At your intreaty <i>Alexander</i>, I will, who shall I speak
+to?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; If your worship will do me the favour Sir, to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; <i>Mounseir</i>, <i>Poultron</i>, <i>Coukew</i>, <i>Cullione</i>, <i>Besay</i>, <i>Man cur</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; <i>Awe Mounseir.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Ha, ha, ha, this fine indeed, gods <a name="p356_39" id="p356_39" class="fc">blessing 'on</a> thy
+heart Son, by my troth thou art grown a proper Gentleman,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span>
+cullen and pullen, good god what <a name="p357_1" id="p357_1" class="fc">[saucey]</a> words they use
+beyond the seas, ha, ha, ha!</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Did not <a name="p357_3" id="p357_3" class="fc">[you sweare]</a> right.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Yes good <i>Alexander</i>, if you had done so too,<br />
+But good Mother, I am very hungry, and have rid far to day, and am fasting.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; You shall have your supper presently, my sweet
+Son.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; As soon as you please, which once ended,<br />
+I'll go and <a name="p357_10" id="p357_10" class="fc">visit yo[n]</a> sick Gentlewoman.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Come then.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio <i>like a Post, with a Letter</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I have ridden like a fury, to make up this work,
+and I will do it bravely, e'r I leave it; this is the house I
+am sure.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Alexander.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Who wou'd you speak with, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Marry Sir, I would speak with a Gentlewoman,
+came this night late here from the City, I have some Letters
+of importance to her, I am a Post Sir, and would be
+<a name="p357_21" id="p357_21" class="fc">dispa[t]ch'd</a> in haste.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Sir, cannot I deliver 'em? for the truth is, she's
+ill, and in her chamber.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pray pardon me, I must needs speak with her, my
+business is so weighty.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; I'll tell her so, and bring you present word.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Pray do so, and I'll attend her, pray god the grief of
+my imagined death, spoil not what I intend, I hope it will
+not.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Though she be very ill, and desires no trouble,<br />
+Yet if your business be so urgent, you may come up and
+speak with her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, I follow you.    <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Alex.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What should this fellow be i'th' name of Heaven,
+that comes with such post business? sure my Husband hath
+reveal'd himself, and in this haste sent after me, are you the
+Post my friend?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> <a name="p358_1" id="p358_1" class="fc">Anto[n]io</a>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Yes forsooth Mistriss.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What good news hast thou brought me gentle Post?<br />
+For I have woe and grief too much already.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I would you had less, Mistriss, I could wish it,
+<a name="p358_6" id="p358_6" class="fc">beshrew</a> my heart she moves me cruelly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Have I found you once more Jugler? well Jewel,
+thou hast only virtue in thee, of all I read of yet; what ears
+has this ass to betray him with? well, what's your business
+then?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I have brought a Letter from your servant, Mistriss,
+in haste.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Pray give it me, I hope the best still.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; This is the upshot, and I know I have hit it,<br />
+Well, if the spirits of the dead do walk, I shall<br />
+Hear more of this one hundred years hence.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; By any means you must have special care, for now
+the City is possest for certain, my Master is made away,
+which for ought I know is <a name="p358_19" id="p358_19" class="fc">[a]</a> truth indeed; good Mistriss
+leave your grief, and see your danger, and let that wise and
+noble Gentleman with whom you are, be your right hand
+in all things.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Now do I know I have the better on't, by the languishing
+of her eye at this near instant, 'tis still simming in
+her blood, in coyning somewhat to turn <i>Mercury</i>, I know it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; He is my Husband, and 'tis reasonable he should
+command in all things, since he will be an ass against the
+hair, at his own peril be it, in the morn you shall have a
+pacquet, till when, I must intreat you stay, you shall not lose
+by it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your
+rest, and wait your pleasure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid
+him come to me presently.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who, Mr. <i>Mercury</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Do you know him, Post?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Only by sight forsooth, now I remember your servant
+will'd me to let you know he is the only man, you <a name="p358_38" id="p358_38" class="fc">[and]</a>
+your fortunes, are now to rest upon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Prethee no more, I know all this already.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Good night, I am provided for you, my fine youth.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Mother, beating</i> Viola, Alexander <i>with
+a broken Glass</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> &nbsp; I'll make thee have more care.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; Good Mistriss pardon me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Thou'lt ne'r be good I warrant thee, can your fine
+fingers hold no faster?</p>
+
+<p><i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; Indeed it was against my will.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; <i>Alexander</i>, let's see the glass, as I am true kirsome
+woman, it is one of the chrystal glasses my Cosin sent me,
+and the baggage hath broke it where it cannot be mended,
+<i>Alexander</i>, can <i>Humphrey</i> mend this think you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; No truly, this will ne'er be mended.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Truly I meant but to wash it for the Gentlewoman
+that is sick above, and shaking out the water, knockt it against
+the pail side.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Did you so? be sure I'll stop it, 'twill make a good
+gap in your quarters wages, <a name="p359_21" id="p359_21" class="fc">I</a> can tell you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Viola.</i> &nbsp; I pray forgive me, and let me have no wages this
+first quarter.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Go whimling, and fetch two or three grating
+loaves out of the Kitching, to make Ginger-bread of, 'tis
+such an untoward thing.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Viola.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; She's somewhat simple indeed, she knew not what a
+kimnel was, she wants good nurture mightily.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; My Son tells me, <i>Alexander</i>, that this young widow
+means to sojourn here, she offers largely for her board, I may
+offer her good cheer, prethee make a step i'th' morning
+down to the Parsonage for some <a name="p359_32" id="p359_32" class="fc">Pigeons;</a> what are you
+mad there? what noise is that? are you at bowls within?
+why do you whine?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Viola <i>weeping</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I have done another fault, I beseech you sweet
+Mistriss forgive me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; What's the matter?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; As I was reaching for the bread that lay upon the
+shelf, I have thrown down the minc'd meat, that should have
+made the pies to morrow.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Get thee out of my house, thou filthy destroying
+Harlot, thou, I'll not keep thee an hour longer.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Good Mistriss, beat me rather for my fault, as much
+as it deserves, I do not know whither to go.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; No I warrant thee, out of my doors.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Indeed I'll mend, I pray speak you for me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; If thou hadst hurl'd down any thing but the Pie-meat,
+I would have spoke for thee, but I cannot find in my
+heart now.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Art thou here yet? I think I must have an Officer
+to thrust thee out of my doors, must I?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Why, you may stop this in my wages too,<br />
+For God's sake do, I'll find my self this year;<br />
+And let me stay.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Thou't spoil ten times as much, I'll cudgel thee
+out of my doors.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I am assur'd you are more merciful,<br />
+Than thus to beat me and discharge me too.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Dost thou dispute with me, <i>Alexander</i> carry the
+prating hilding forth.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Good Mistriss hear me, I have here a Jewel,<br />
+My Mother left me, and 'tis something worth:<br />
+Receive it, and when all my faults together<br />
+Come to the worth of that, then turn me forth,<br />
+Till then I pray you keep me.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; What giggombob have we here? pray god you
+have not pilfred this somewhere, th'art such a puling thing,
+wipe your eyes, and rise, go your ways, <i>Alexander</i>, bid the
+Cook mince some more meat, come, and get you to bed
+quickly, that you may up betime i'th' morning a milking,
+or you and I shall fall out worse yet.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Moth, and</i> Alex.</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; She has hurt my arm; I am afraid she is a very angry
+woman, but bless him heaven that did me the most wrong,
+I am afraid <i>Antonio's</i> wife should see me, she will know me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother within.</i> <i>Melvia.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I am coming, she's not angry agen I hope.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Now what am I the better for enjoying<br />
+This woman that I <a name="p361_3" id="p361_3" class="fc">lov'd so? all</a> I find,<br />
+That I before imagined to be happy:<br />
+Now I have done, it turns to nothing else<br />
+But a poor pitied, and a base repentance,<br />
+Udsfoot, I am monstrous angry with my self:<br />
+Why should a man that has discourse and reason,<br />
+And knows how near he loses all in these things,<br />
+Covet to have his wishes satisfied;<br />
+Which when they are, are nothing but the shame<br />
+I do begin to loath this woman strangely,<br />
+And I think justly too, that durst adventure,<br />
+Flinging away her modesty to take<br />
+A stranger to her bed, her Husbands body<br />
+Being scarce cold in the earth for her content,<br />
+It was no more to take my senses with<br />
+Than if I had an idle dream in sleep<br />
+Yet I have made her promises: which grieves me,<br />
+And I must keep 'em too, I think she hunts me:<br />
+The devil cannot keep these women off,<br />
+When they are fletched once.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife in night attire.</i></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; To bed for gods sake Sir, why do you stay here?<br />
+Some are up i'th' house, I heard the wife,<br />
+Good dear sweet-heart to bed.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why, I am going! why do you follow me?<br />
+You would not have it known I hope, pray get you<br />
+Back to your chamber, the doors hard by for me,<br />
+Let me alone, I warrant you this it is<br />
+To thresh well, I have got a customer,<br />
+Will you go to bed?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Will you?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Yes, I am going.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Then remember your promise you made to marry me.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I will, but it was your fault, that it came<br />
+To this pinch now, that it must need remembrance:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span>For out of honesty I offer'd you<br />
+To marry you first, why did you slack that offer?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Alas I told you the inconvenience of it,<br />
+And what wrong it would appear to the world<br />
+If I had married <a name="p362_4" id="p362_4" class="fc">[you]</a> in such post-haste<br />
+After his death: beside, the foolish people<br />
+Would have been bold to have thought we had lain together<br />
+in his time, and like enough imagin'd<br />
+We two had murther'd him.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I love her tongue yet,<br />
+If I were a Saint<br />
+A gilded Saint, and such a thing as this<br />
+Should prate thus wittily and feelingly<br />
+Unto my Holiness, I cannot tell,<br />
+But I fear shrewdly I should do something<br />
+That would quite scratch me out o'th' Kalender,<br />
+And if I stay longer talking with her,<br />
+Though I am mad at what I have done already,<br />
+Yet I shall forget my self again;<br />
+I feel the Devil<br />
+Ready to hold my stirrop; pray to bed, good night.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; This kiss, good night sweet Love,<br />
+And peace goe with thee: thou hast prov'd thy self<br />
+The honestest man that ever was entic'd<br />
+To that sweet sin as people please to call it,<br />
+Of lying with anothers wife, and I,<br />
+I think the honestest woman without blushing,<br />
+That ever lay with another man, I sent my Husband<br />
+Into a Cellar, post, fearing, and justly<br />
+He should have known him, which I did not purpose<br />
+Till I had had my end.<br />
+Well, now this plot is perfect, let him brag on't.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Justice and</i> Curio <i>with a Paper</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Birlady Sir, you have rid hard that you have.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; They that have business, must do so, I take it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; You say true, when set you out my friend?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; About ten a clock, and I have rid all night.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; By the mass you are tough indeed, I have seen the
+day, I would have rid too with the proudest of them, and
+fling dirt in their faces, and I have don't with this foolish
+boy, Sir, many a time; but what can last always? 'tis done,
+'tis done now, Sir, age, care, and office, brings us to our
+footcloaths, the more the pity.</p>
+
+<p><i>Curio.</i> &nbsp; I believe that, Sir, but will it please you to read
+the business?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; My friend, I can <a name="p363_9" id="p363_9" class="fc">read, and I</a> can tell you when.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Would I could too Sir, for my haste requires it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Whence comes it do you say?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Sir from the City.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Curio.</i> &nbsp; And his justice be as short as his memory,<br />
+A Dudgion Dagger will serve him to mow down sin withal,<br />
+What clod-pole Commissioner is this?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Just.</i> &nbsp; And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,<br />
+Discreet and upright.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Sir, they are beholding to you, you have given some
+of them a commendations, they were not worthy of this
+twenty years.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Go to, go to, you have a merry meaning, I have
+found you Sir, i' faith, you are a wag, away, fie now I'll read
+Your Letter.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Pray do Sir; what a misery 'tis<br />
+To have an urgent business wait the Justice<br />
+Of such an old Tuff-taffata that knows not,<br />
+Nor can be brought to understand more sence,<br />
+Than how to restore supprest Alehouses,<br />
+And have his man compound small trespasses,<br />
+For ten groats.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Sir, it seems here your business is of <a name="p363_32" id="p363_32" class="fc">a</a> deeper circumstance
+than I conceiv'd it for; what do you mean, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Just.</i> &nbsp; It shall not be i' faith friend, here I have it,<br />
+That one <i>Antonio</i> a Gentleman, I take it so,<br />
+Yes, it is so, a Gentleman is lately thought to<br />
+Have been made away, and by my faith, upon a<br />
+Pearls ground too, if you consider; well, there's<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span>Knavery in't, I see that without spectacles.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Sure this fellow deals in revelation, he's so hidden,<br />
+Goe thy ways, thou wilt stick a bench spit as formally,<br />
+And shew thy Agot, and hatch'd chain<br />
+As well as the best of them.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; And now I have consider'd, I believe it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; What Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; That he was murdered.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Did you know him?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; No.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Nor how it is suppos'd.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; No, nor I care not two-pence, those are toys and
+yet I verily believe he was murdered, as sure as I believe
+thou art a man, I never fail'd in these things yet, w'are a
+man that's beaten to these matters, experience is a certain
+conceal'd thing that fails not: pray let me ask you one
+thing, why do you come to me?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Because the Letter is addrest to you, being the
+nearest Justice.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; The nearest? is that all?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I think it be Sir, I would be loth you should be
+the wisest.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Well Sir, as it is, I will endeavour in it; yet if
+it had come to me by name, I know not, but I think it had
+been as soon dispatcht as by another, and with as round a
+wisdom, I, and as happily, but that's all one: I have born
+this place this thirty years, and upwards, and with sufficient
+credit, and they may when they please, know me better;
+to the nearest? well.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Sir, it is not my fault, for had I known you
+sooner&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, I know it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I'll be sworn you should have plaid <a name="p364_32" id="p364_32" class="fc">for [any]</a>
+business now.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Just.</i> &nbsp; And further, they have specified unto me, his
+Wife is sorely suspected in this matter, as a main cause.
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I think she be Sir, for no other cause can be yet
+found.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; And one <i>Mercury</i> a traveller, with whom they say
+directly she is run away, and as they think this way.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I knew all this before.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Well Sir, this <i>Mercury</i> I know, and his breeding,
+a neighbors child hard by, you have been happy, Sir, in
+coming hither.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Then you know where to have him, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; I do Sir, he dwells near me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I doubt your Worship dwels near a knave then.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Just.</i> &nbsp; I think so; pray put on: but 'tis a wonder<br />
+To see how graceless people are now given,<br />
+And how base virtue is accounted with them<br />
+That should be all in all, as says a wise man.<br />
+<br />
+I tell you Sir, and it is true, that there have been such
+murthers, and of late days, as 'twould make your very heart
+bleed in you, and some of them as I shall be enabled, I will
+tell you, it fell out of late days.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; It may be so, but will it please you to proceed in this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; An honest Weaver, and as good a workman, as
+e'er shot shuttle, and as close: but every man must dye; this
+honest Weaver being a little mellow in his Ale, that was
+the evidence <i>verbatim</i>, Sir, God bless the mark, sprung his
+neck just in this place: well <i>Jarvis</i>, thou hadst wrongs, and
+if <a name="p365_21" id="p365_21" class="fc">I</a> live some of the best shall sweat for't, then a wench&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; But Sir, you have forgot my business.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; A sober pretty maid about 17, they say, certainly,
+howsoever 'tis shuffled, she burst her self, and fondly, if it
+be so, with Furmety at a Churching, but I think the Devil
+had another agent in't: either of which, if I can catch, shall
+stretch for't.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; This is a mad Justice that will hang the Devil;
+but I would you would be short in this, before that other
+notice can be given.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I will doe discreetly what is fitting; what,
+<i>Antonio</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant. within.</i> Your Worship.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Put on your best coat, and let your fellow <i>Mark</i>
+goe to the Constable, and bid him aid me with all the speed
+he can, and all the power, and provide Pen and Ink to take
+their confessions, and my long sword: I cannot tell what
+danger we may meet with; you'll go with us?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Yes, what else? I came to that end to accuse both
+parties.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; May I crave what you are?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Faith Sir, one that to be known would not profit
+you, more than <a name="p366_3" id="p366_3" class="fc">a near</a> kinsman of the dead <i>Antonio's</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis well, I am sorry for my neighbor, truly, that
+he had no more grace, 'twill kill his Mother; she's a good
+old woman, will you walk in? I'll but put my cloak on, and
+my chain off, and a clean band, and have my shooes blackt
+over, and shift my Jerkin, and we'll to our business, and you
+shall see how I can bolt these matters.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; As soon as't please you, Sir.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Valerio, <i>and</i> Richardo.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; This is the place; here did I leave the Maid<br />
+Alone last night, drying her tender eyes,<br />
+Uncertain what to do, and yet desirous<br />
+To have me gone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; How rude are all we men,<br />
+That take the name of <i>Civil</i> to our selves!<br />
+If she had set her foot upon an earth<br />
+Where people live that we call barbarous;<br />
+Though they had had no house to bring her to,<br />
+They would have spoil'd the glory, that the spring<br />
+Has deckt the trees in, and with willing hands<br />
+Have torn their branches down, and every man<br />
+Would have become a builder for her sake.<br />
+What time left you her there?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; I left her, when the Sun had so much to sett,<br />
+As he is now got from his place of rise.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; So near the night she could not wander far;<br />
+Fair <i>Viola</i>!<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; It is in vain to call, she sought a house<br />
+Without all question.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Peace, fair <i>Viola</i>?<br />
+Fair <i>Viola</i>? who should have left her here<br />
+On such a ground? if you had meant to lose her,<br />
+You might have found there were <a name="p366_35" id="p366_35" class="fc">no ecchos</a> here<br />
+To take her name, and carry it about,<br />
+When her true Lover came to mourn for her,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span>Till all the neighboring valleys and the hills,<br />
+Resounded <i>Viola</i>,&mdash;<br />
+And such a place,<br />
+You should have chose&mdash;<br />
+You pity us because<br />
+The dew a little wets our feet,<br />
+Unworthy far to seek her in the wet;<br />
+And what becomes of her? where wandred she,<br />
+With two showers raining on her, from her eyes<br />
+Continually, abundantly, from which<br />
+There's neither tree nor house to shelter her;<br />
+Will you go with me to travel?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Whither?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Over all the world.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; No by my faith, I'll make a shorter journey<br />
+When I do travel.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; But there's no hope<br />
+To gain my end in any shorter way.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Why, what's your end?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; It is to search the earth,<br />
+Till we have found two in the shapes of men,<br />
+As wicked as our selves.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; 'Twere not so hard to find out those.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why, if we find them out,<br />
+It were the better, for what brave villany,<br />
+Might we four do? we wou'd not keep together:<br />
+For every one has treachery enough<br />
+For twenty countreys, one should trouble <i>Asia</i>,<br />
+Another should sow strife in <i>Africa</i>;<br />
+But you should play the knave, in at home in <i>Europe</i>,<br />
+And for <i>America</i> let me alone.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I am honester,<br />
+Than you know how to be, and can no more<br />
+Be wrong'd, but I shall find my self aright.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; If you had any spark of honesty,<br />
+You would not think that honester than I,<br />
+Were a praise high enough to serve your turn:<br />
+If men were commonly so bad as I,<br />
+Thieves would be put in Calendars for Saints;<br />
+And bones of murderers would work miracles.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span>I am a kind of knave, of knave so much<br />
+There is betwixt me, and the vilest else&mdash;<br />
+But the next place of all to mine is yours.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter two Milk-maids and</i> Viola <i>with pails</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; That last is she, 'tis she.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Let us away, we shall infect her, let her have the wind,<br />
+And we will kneel down here.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Wenches away, for here are men.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; Fair maid, I pray you stay.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Alas, agen?</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Why do you lay hold on her? I pray heartily let her go.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart, I do not mean to hurt her.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; But stand away then for the purest bodies<br />
+Will soonest take infection, stand away,<br />
+But for infecting her my self, by heaven,<br />
+I would come there, and beat thee further off.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I know that voice and face.</p>
+
+<p><i>Val.</i> &nbsp; You are finely mad, <a name="p368_18" id="p368_18" class="fc">g[o]dbwy</a> Sir, now you are here
+together, I'll leave <a name="p368_19" id="p368_19" class="fc">[y]ou</a> so, god send you good luck, both;
+when you are soberer, you'll give me thanks.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Madg.</i> &nbsp; Wilt thou go milk? come.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Why dost not come?</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; She nods, she's asleep.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; What wert up so early?</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; I think yon man's mad to kneel there, nay
+<a name="p368_25" id="p368_25" class="fc">[come]</a> away, <a name="p368_26" id="p368_26" class="fc">uds body</a>, <i>Nan</i>, help, she looks black i'th face,
+She's in a sound.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.</p>
+
+<p><i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Come thither? you are a fool.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; And you a knave and a beast that you are.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Come hither, 'twas my being now so near,<br />
+That made <a name="p368_32" id="p368_32" class="fc">[her]</a> swound, and you are wicked people,<br />
+Or you wou'd do so too; my venom eyes<br />
+Strike innocency dead at such a distance,<br />
+Here I'll kneel, for this is out of distance.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,<br />
+I warrant, how dost thou?<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Why? well.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Art thou able to go?<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span><br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; No, pray go you and milk, if I be able to come<br />
+I'll follow you, if not, Til sit here,<br />
+Till you come back.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; I am loth to leave thee here <a name="p369_4" id="p369_4" class="fc">with yon</a> wild fool.</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt
+me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Come then <i>Nan</i>.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Maids.</i></span></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; How do you? be not fearfull, for I hold my hands<br />
+Before my mouth, and speak, and so<br />
+My breath can never blast you.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; 'Twas enough to use me ill, though you had never
+sought <a name="p369_12" id="p369_12" class="fc">me to mock me</a>, why kneel you so far off, were not
+that gesture better us'd in prayer, had I dealt so with you,
+I should not sleep, till <a name="p369_14" id="p369_14" class="fc">[God]</a> and you had both forgiven
+me.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; I do not mock, nor lives there such a villain<br />
+That can do any thing contemptible<br />
+To you, but I do kneel, because it is<br />
+An action very fit and reverent,<br />
+In presence of so pure a creature,<br />
+And so far off, as fearful to offend,<br />
+One too much wrong'd already.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; You confess you did the fault, yet scorn to come,<br />
+So far as hither, to ask pardon for't;<br />
+Which I could willingly afford to come,<br />
+To you to grant, good Sir if you have<br />
+A better love, may you be blest together.<br />
+She shall not wish you better than I will,<br />
+I but offend you, there are all the Jewels<br />
+I stole, and all the love I ever had,<br />
+I leave behind with you, I'll <a name="p369_31" id="p369_31" class="fc">carry none</a><br />
+To give another may the next maid you try<br />
+Love you no worse, nor be no worse than I.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Do not leave me yet for all my fault,<br />
+Search out the next things to impossible,<br />
+And put me on them when they are effected,<br />
+I may with better modesty receive<br />
+Forgiveness from you.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I will set no pennance,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span>To gain the great forgiveness you desire:<br />
+But to come hither and take me and it,<br />
+Or else I'll come and beg, so you will grant,<br />
+That you will be content to be forgiven.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Nay, I will come since <a name="p370_4" id="p370_4" class="fc">you [will]</a> have it so,<br />
+And since you please to pardon me I hope<br />
+Free from infection, here I am by you;<br />
+A careless man, a breaker of my faith,<br />
+A lothsome drunkard; and in that wild fury:<br />
+A hunter after whores: I do beseech you,<br />
+To pardon all these faults, and take me up<br />
+An honest, sober, and a faithful man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; For <a name="p370_12" id="p370_12" class="fc">[gods]</a> sake, urge your faults no more, but mend,<br />
+All the forgiveness I can make you, is,<br />
+To love you, which I will do, and desire<br />
+Nothing but love again, which if I have not<br />
+Yet I will love you still.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Oh Women, that some one of you will take,<br />
+An everlasting pen into your hands:<br />
+And grave in paper which the writ shall make,<br />
+More lasting than the marble Monuments,<br />
+Your matchless virtues to posterities:<br />
+Which the defective race of envious man,<br />
+Strive to conceal.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Methinks I would not now for any thing,<br />
+But you had mist me, I have made a story,<br />
+Will serve to waste many a winters fire<br />
+When we are old, I'll <a name="p370_27" id="p370_27" class="fc">[tell]</a> my daughters then,<br />
+The miseries their Mother had in love:<br />
+And say, my girls be wiser, yet I would not<br />
+Have had more wit my self, take up those Jewels,<br />
+For I think I hear my fellows coming.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter the Milk-maids with their pails.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; How dost thou now?</p>
+
+<p><i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; Why, very well I thank you, 'tis late, shall I haste home?</p>
+
+<p><i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; I prethee we shall be shent soundly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Madge.</i> &nbsp; Why does that railing man goe with us?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Vio.</i> &nbsp; I prethee speak well of him, on my word,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span>He's an honest man.<br />
+<br />
+<i>Nan.</i> &nbsp; There was never any so one's complexion, a Gentleman?<br />
+I'de be asham'd to have such a foul mouth.       <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Mother</i>, Alexander, Andrugio, <i>and his
+man</i> Rowland.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; How now <i>Alexander</i>, what Gentleman is this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Indeed forsooth I know not, I found him at the
+market full of woe, crying a lost daughter, and telling all her
+tokens to the people; and <a name="p371_9" id="p371_9" class="fc">what you wot?</a> by all subscription
+in the world, it should be our new Maid <i>Melvia</i>, one would
+little think it, therefore I was bold to tell him of her Mistriss.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; <i>Melvia?</i> It cannot be, fool, alas you know she
+is a poor wench, and I took her in upon mere charity.</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as
+she had made her self.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; What stature was your child of, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; Not high, and of a brown complexion,<br />
+Her Hair aborn, a round face, which some friends that
+flattered me, would say 'twould be a good one.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; This is still <i>Melvia</i>, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; It may be so, I'll promise you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Well, goe thy ways, the flower of our Town, for
+a hand and a foot, I shall never see thy fellow.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and
+Jewels?</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; She was something bold indeed, to take such things
+that night she left me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Then belike she run away?</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; Though she be one I love, I dare not lye, she did
+indeed.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; What think you of this Jewel?</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; Yes, this was one of them, and this was mine,
+you have made me a new man, I thank you for it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Nay, and she be given to filching, there is your
+Jewel, I am clear on't: but by your leave, Sir, you shall
+answer me for what is lost since she came hither, I can tell
+you, there lye things scattering in every place about the
+house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; As I am virtuous, I have the lyingst old Gentle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span>woman
+to my Mistriss, and the most malicious, the devil a
+good word will she give a servant, that's her old rule; and
+God be thanked, they'll give her as few, there is perfect
+love on both sides, it yearns my heart to <a name="p372_4" id="p372_4" class="fc">[heare]</a> the wench
+misconstrued, a careful soul she is, I'll be sworn for her, and
+when she's gone, let them say what they will, they may cast
+their caps at such another.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>And.</i> &nbsp; What you have lost by her, with all my heart<br />
+I'll see you double <a name="p372_9" id="p372_9" class="fc">paid for, you</a> have say'd<br />
+With your kind pity, two that must not live<br />
+Unless it be to thank you; take this Jewel,<br />
+This strikes off none of her offences, Mistriss,<br />
+Would I might see her.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; <i>Alexander</i>, run, and bid her make haste home,
+she's at the milking Close; but tell her not by any means
+who's here, I know she'll be too fearful.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alex.</i> &nbsp; Well, we'll have a posset yet at parting, that's my
+comfort, and one round, or else I'll lose my Will.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; You shall find <i>Silvio</i>, <i>Uberto</i>, and <i>Pedro</i> enquiring
+for the Wench at the next Town, tell them she is found,
+and where I am, and with the favor of this Gentlewoman,
+desire them to come hither.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; I pray do, they shall be all welcome.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Serv.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter Justice,</i> Curio, <i>and</i> Mark.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; By your leave forsooth, you shall see me find the
+parties by a slight.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Who's that, Mr. Justice? how do you, Sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Why, very well, and busie, where's your Son?</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; He's within, Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Hum, and how does the young woman my Cosin,
+that came down with him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; She's above, as a woman in her case may be.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; You have confest it? then sirrah call in the Officers:
+she's no Cosin of mine; a mere trick to discover all.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; To discover? what?</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mark <i>and Officers</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; You shall know that anon: I
+think <a name="p372_37" id="p372_37" class="fc">[you]</a> have overreached
+you; oh welcome, enter the house, and by virtue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span>
+of my warrant which you have there, seize upon the bodily
+persons of those whose names are there written, to wit, one
+<i>Mercury</i>, and the wife of one <i>Antonio</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; For what.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Away I say,<br />
+This Gentleman shall certifie you for what.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Officer.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; He can accuse my Son of nothing, he came from
+travel but within these two days.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; There hangs a tale.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; I should be sorry this should fall out at any time:
+but especially now Sir; will you favour me so much, as to
+let me know of what you accuse him?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; Upon suspition of murther.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Murther? I defie thee.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I pray God he may prove himself innocent.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Fie, say not so, you shew your self to be no good
+Common-wealths man: for the more are hang'd the better 'tis
+for the Common-wealth.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; By this rule you were best hang your self.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; I forgive your honest mirth ever: Oh welcome,
+welcome <i>Mark</i>.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mark <i>and Officers, with</i> Mercury <i>and the Wife</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Your Pen, Ink, and Paper, to take their examinations.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why do you pull me so?  I'll go alone.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they
+are examin'd?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; What will you examine us of?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Of <i>Antonio's</i> murther.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Why, he was my friend.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; He was my Husband.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; The more shame for you both; <i>Mark</i>, your Pen
+and Ink.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Pray God all be well, I never knew any of these
+travellers come to good; I beseech you, Sir, be favourable
+to my Son.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Gentlewoman, hold you content, I would it were
+come to that!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; For gods sake mother, why kneel you to such a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span>
+pig-brib'd fellow? he has surfeited of Geese, and they have
+put him into a fit of Justice; let him do his worst.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Is your paper ready?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mark.</i> &nbsp; I am ready, Sir.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Accuse them, Sir, I command thee to lay down
+accusations against these persons, in behalf of the State, and
+first look upon the parties to be accus'd, and deliver your
+name.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; My name is <i>Curio</i>, my murthered kinsman<br />
+If he were living now, I should not know him,<br />
+'Tis so long since we saw one another.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; My Cosin <i>Curio</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; But thus much from the mouths of his servants, and
+others, whose examinations I have in writing about me, I
+can accuse them of; this <i>Mercury</i>, the last night, but this
+last, lay in <i>Antonio's</i> house, and in the night he rose, raising
+<i>Antonio</i>, where privately they were in talk an hour, to what
+end I know not: but of likelyhood, finding <i>Antonio's</i> house
+not a fit place to murder him in, he suffered him to go to
+bed again, but in the morning early, he train'd him I think
+forth, after which time he never saw his home; his cloaths
+were found near the place where <i>Mercury</i> was, and the people
+at first denyed they saw him: but at last he made a <a name="p374_24" id="p374_24" class="fc">friv[o]lous</a>
+tale, that there he shifted himself into a Footmans habit:
+but in short, the next hour this woman went to <i>Mercury</i>, and
+in her Coach they posted hither; true accusations, I have no
+more, and I will make none.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; No more? we need no more, sirrah, be drawing
+their Mittimus before we hear their answer. What say you
+Sir? are you guilty of this murther?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; No Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the
+better for you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; If I were guilty, your Rhetorick could not fetch
+it forth: but though I am innocent, I confess, that if I
+were a stander by, these <a name="p374_37" id="p374_37" class="fc">circ[u]mstances</a> urg'd, which are true,
+would make me doubtless believe the accused parties, to be
+guilty.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Write down, that he being a stander by; for so
+you see he is, doth doubtlesly believe the accused parties,
+which is himself to be guilty.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I say no such thing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Write it down I say, we'll try that.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I care not what you write, pray God you did not
+kill him for my love, though I am free from this, we both
+deserve&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my
+Husband lives, I know it, and I see him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; They whisper, sever them quickly I say, Officers,
+why do you let them prompt one another, Gentlewoman,
+what say you to this, are not you guilty?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; No, as I hope for mercy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; But are not those circumstances true, that this
+Gentleman hath so shortly and methodically deliver'd?</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; They are, and what you do with me, I care not,<br />
+Since he is dead, in whom was all my care:<br />
+You knew him not.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; No, an't been better for you too, and you had
+never known him.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why then you did not know the worlds chief joy,<br />
+His face so manly as it had been made,<br />
+To fright the world, yet he so sweetly temper'd;<br />
+That he would make himself a natural fool,<br />
+To do a noble <a name="p375_26" id="p375_26" class="fc">kind[n]ess</a> for a friend.<br />
+He was a man whose name I'll not out-live,<br />
+Longer than heaven, whose Will must be obey'd;<br />
+Will have me do.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; And I will quit thy kindness.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Before me, she has made the tears stand in mine
+eyes, but I must be austere, Gentlewoman; you must confess
+this murder.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; I cannot, Sir, I did it not, but I desire to see those
+examinations which this Gentleman acknowledges to have
+about him, for but late last night I receiv'd Letters from
+the City, yet I heard of no confession, then.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; You shall see them time enough I warrant you, but
+Letters you say you had, where are those Letters?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Sir, they are gone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Gone? whither are they gone?<br />
+How have you dispos'd of 'em?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Why Sir, they are for womens matters, and so I
+use 'em.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Who writ 'em?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; A man of mine.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Who brought 'em?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; A Post.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; A Post? there is some great haste sure, aha, where
+is that Post?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Sir, there he stands..</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Does he so? bring hither that Post, I am afraid that
+Post will prove a knave; come hither Post, what? what can
+you say concerning the murder of <i>Antonio</i>?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; What's that to you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll
+have one from you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; You shall have no more from me than you have;
+you examine an honest Gentleman and Gentlewoman here,
+'tis pitty such fools as you should be i'th Commission.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Say you so Post, take away that Post, whip him
+and bring him again quickly, I'll hamper you Post.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis <i>Antonio</i>, I know him now as well; what an
+irregular fool is this!</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Whip me? hold off.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Oh good Sir whip him, by his murmuring he should
+know something of my Husbands death; that may quit me,
+for gods sake fetch't out.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Whip him I say.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Who is't dares whip me now?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wife.</i> &nbsp; Oh my lov'd Husband.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; My most worthy friend? where have you been so
+long?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I cannot speak for joy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; Why, what's the matter now, and shall not Law
+then have her course?</p>
+
+<p><i>Andra.</i> &nbsp; It shall <a name="p376_37" id="p376_37" class="fc">h[a]ve</a> no other course than it has I think.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; It shall have other course before I go, or I'll beat
+my brains, and I say it was not honestly done of him to
+discover himself before the parties accus'd were executed,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span>
+that Law might have had her course, for then the kingdom
+flourishes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; But such a wife as thou, had never any man, and
+such a friend as he, believe me wife, shall never be <a name="p377_4" id="p377_4" class="fc">[a]</a> good
+wife, love my friend, friend love my wife, hark friend.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; <i>Mark</i>, if we can have nothing to do, you shall swear
+the peace of some body.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mark.</i> &nbsp; Yes Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; By my troth I am sorry my wife is so obstinate,
+sooth, if I could yet do thee any good, I wou'd, faith I
+wou'd.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; Cosin <i>Curio</i>, you and I must be better acquainted.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; It is my wish, Sir.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ant.</i> &nbsp; I should not have known you neither, 'tis so long
+since we saw, we were but children then: but you have
+shew'd your self an honest man to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cur.</i> &nbsp; I would be ever so.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo <i>and</i> Viola.</p>
+
+<p><i>Moth.</i> &nbsp; Look you, who's there.</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Sir, I can nothing say,<br />
+But that you are her Father, you can both<br />
+Not only pardon, when you have a wrong,<br />
+But love where you have most injury.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; I think I shall hear of no hanging this year, there's
+A Tinker and a Whore yet, the Cryer said, that rob'd her,
+and are in prison, I hope they shall be hang'd.</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; No truly Sir, they have broke prison.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; 'Tis no matter, then <a name="p377_30" id="p377_30" class="fc">[t]he</a> Jaylor shall be hang'd.</p>
+
+<p><i>And.</i> &nbsp; You are deceiv'd in that too, Sir, 'twas known to
+be against his will, and he hath got his pardon, I think for
+nothing, but if it doth cost him any thing, I'll pay it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; <i>Mark</i>, up with your papers, away.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Oh you shall stay dinner, I have a couple of brawling
+neighbors, that I'll assure you will not agree, and you shall
+have the hearing of their matter.</p>
+
+<p><i>Just.</i> &nbsp; With all my heart.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mer.</i> &nbsp; Go, Gentlemen, go in.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Rich.</i> &nbsp; Oh <i>Viola</i>, that no succeeding age,<br />
+Might loose the memory of what thou wert,<br />
+But such an overswayed Sex is yours,<br />
+That all the virtuous actions you can do,<br />
+Are but as men will call them; and I swear,<br />
+'Tis my belief, that women want but ways;<br />
+To praise their deeds, but men want deeds to praise.      <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3><a name="p378_9" id="p378_9" class="fc">EPILOGUE</a>.</h3>
+
+
+<p>
+<i>'Tis ended, but my hopes and fears begin,<br />
+Nor can it be imputed as a sin<br />
+In me to wish it favour, if this night,<br />
+To the Judicious it hath giv'n delight.<br />
+I have my ends, and may such for their grace,<br />
+Vouchsaf'd to this, find theirs in every place.</i>
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 100%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span></p>
+<h2>APPENDIX.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><i>In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the
+page, including titles, acts, stage directions, &amp;c., but not, of course, the
+headline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented,
+there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left.</i></p></div>
+
+<p>It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned
+letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation
+and <i>vice vers&acirc;</i>. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches
+and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the
+double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Misprints in the
+Quartos and the First Folio are recorded when they appear to be interesting.
+A word or two from the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below
+in cases where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered
+punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation between the
+preceding and following words.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><b>A</b>=First folio. <b>B</b>=Second folio.</p>
+
+<h3>THE WOMANS PRIZE.</h3>
+
+
+<h3>THE WOMANS PRIZE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>1</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p1_5">ll. 5-29.</a> &nbsp;<i>Not in</i> A<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>3</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p3_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Mar.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p3_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] breeches out of fear,<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>5</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p5_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Rom</i>.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>6</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p6_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Fox and <i>Moroso</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>7</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p7_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] have I<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>8</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p8_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] up rowse</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p8_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] o' th longs<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>10</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p10_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Wonting<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>11</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p11_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] 'Cheere</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p11_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Jap.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>12</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p12_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] home at<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>14</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p14_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Spinala's<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>15</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] saying from</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] list, lie</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] as' tfol wols</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Bug-words</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span>p. <b>16</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p16_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] accept</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p16_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] i'ld<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>18</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p18_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Mar.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>19</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p19_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A] all thy</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p19_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Jewry<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>20</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>and</i> B] shall believe</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; B] speed?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] so.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>21</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p21_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] you<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>22</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p22_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Stranger, than<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>23</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p23_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] is<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>24</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p24_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; B] him.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p24_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] it;<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>25</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p25_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] <i>Mor.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>26</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p26_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] selves<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>27</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p27_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] most</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p27_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Coughs.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>28</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p28_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] doe th'em</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p28_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Found<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>29</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p29_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Bow.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p29_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A]</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Row</i>. Thou hast heard I am sure of Esculapius.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">So were etc.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>30</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Row.</i> Thou</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] be</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Raw.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_39">l. 39.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] doe<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>32</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p32_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] aad<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>33</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p33_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Godheads</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p33_40">l. 40.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>repeats here</i>      ll. 16-25 <i>on</i> p. 29, <i>with the following alterations</i>]</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Enter three mayds, at severall doors.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">goes the businesse</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>34</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p34_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Tertia.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>35</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p35_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Heaven</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p35_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] the Kingdom</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p35_22">ll. 22-36.</a> &nbsp; <i>Not in</i> A<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>36</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p36_3">ll. 3, 4.</a>  &nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] <i>Citizens and Countrey women.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>37</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p37_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] then</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p37_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] I lie</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p37_40">l. 40.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>and</i> B] Plackets.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>38</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p38_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Dary</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p38_30">ll. 30, 31.</a> &nbsp; <i>Not in</i> B<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>39</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p39_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>and</i> B] importun'd.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p39_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] down the</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p39_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] commanded<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>40</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p40_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Petro.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p40_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Mistresses<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>41</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p41_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Tro.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>42</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p42_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B] leave.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>43</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p43_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Jac.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p43_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Payers<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>44</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Jac.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Bagget</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] a sober</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A]<br /></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><i>Cinque-pace</i><br /></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Dame tosse and Butter, had he Bob too?</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>45</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p45_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] pains<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>46</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p46_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] plush, perfum'd, and purffle B] purffle,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p46_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] hangings.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>47</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p47_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p47_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] built<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>50</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p50_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] love too</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p50_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] there's no gewgaws<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>51</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p51_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Woman.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span>p. <b>53</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p53_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Heaven<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>56</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p56_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] a<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>57</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p57_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] dunhill</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p57_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] two</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p57_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] get dozen<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>58</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p58_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] would</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p58_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; B] Eeel<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>61</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p61_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] these<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>62</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Maid</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_39">l. 39.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits bracket</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_40">l. 40.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] dogge-latch<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>66</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p66_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] pounds<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>67</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p67_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Exunt</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>68</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p68_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] feare<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>69</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p69_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] by-lowes</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p69_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] can hate</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p69_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] my<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>70</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p70_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] again<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>71</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p71_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Woman.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p71_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] 'cut<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>72</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p72_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] signs.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>73</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p73_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Petrn</i>.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p73_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] morall<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>75</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p75_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] new adventure</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p75_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] us nothing<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>76</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p76_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Catayana</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>78</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p78_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Ha's<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>79</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p79_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>], you<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>80</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p80_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] pettish</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p80_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B. <i>omits</i>] God<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>81</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p81_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] <i>Exeunt</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>83</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p83_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] come, exceed<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>85</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p85_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] Fadding</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p85_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] seagly<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>86</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p86_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] same.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p86_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] had his<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>89</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] home since, since ye</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] thy bread</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] thy teeth</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>Petro</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] done</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>90</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p90_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] <i>M</i>or<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+
+<h3>THE ISLAND PRINCESS.</h3>
+
+<p>p. <b>91</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p91_3">ll. 3-42.</a>  <i>Omitted in</i> A</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>92</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] find.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] surprize.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] tightly</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>93</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p93_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] weares</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>94</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p94_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] since</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>95</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p95_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] 'is a</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>98</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p98_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] a tenant</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>100</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p100_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B] And</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">ll. <a href="#p100_28">28</a>, <a href="#p100_29">29.</a> &nbsp; B <i>omits stage direction</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>101</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p101_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Let my</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>103</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p103_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; A] There they should lye as miseries</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p103_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] will</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>104</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p104_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; B] this</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p104_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] accept your prisoner</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>105</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p105_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A] Clod with</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>107</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p107_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] and</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>108</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p108_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; B <i>omits</i>] her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>109</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p109_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A] holds my</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>110</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p110_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] men do to</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>111</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p111_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;B] begun</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p111_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits one</i>] that</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>113</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p113_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Merchans</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>114</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p114_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Then.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>116</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p116_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Body, oh me</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>117</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; B] rhese</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>118</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p118_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] preparation?</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>122</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p122_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Princess</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>123</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p123_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] him</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p123_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] woman</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>124</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p124_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Aud</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>125</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p125_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] you</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>126</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p126_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;B] kinsman.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p126_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] wert</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>127</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;B] dare</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] followers.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] have you</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>128</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] Princesse</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Pyu.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Love these</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] feates</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>129</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p129_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] enconragement</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>130</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p130_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Pen.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>131</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p131_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Is love</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p131_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] And be but to make cleane his sword: coward</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>132</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p132_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>and</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>135</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p135_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] Princesse</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>136</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p136_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] hope no night</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>138</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p138_40">l. 40.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] complaine, me</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>143</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p143_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] And then</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>144</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p144_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] is</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p144_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Now I</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>145</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p145_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] toward</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>146</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p146_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Island</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>147</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p147_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] dance.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p147_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Plow</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>148</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p148_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] And may</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p148_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] endeavour;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>149</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p149_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] hide in iniquities</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p149_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] <i>and</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>150</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p150_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Emanuel</i>&mdash;not&mdash;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>151</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p151_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Armusia.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>152</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] with'm</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] honourably</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] him [<i>full point supplied</i>]</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>153</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p153_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] wils</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>154</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p154_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] you</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>155</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p155_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] knowledge;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 8. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#p155_8b">B]</a> swellings, <a href="#p155_8a">A]</a> maine aire</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p155_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] doe performe</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>157</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p157_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] bound to?</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>158</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p158_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] plague 'a</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p158_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] stinch</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>159</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p159_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Nations<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>160</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p160_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] for 't;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>161</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p161_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits the second</i>] ye</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>162</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p162_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>163</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p163_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] a</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>164</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p164_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>165</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p165_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] his arrant</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>168</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p168_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] thakful</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p168_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Dios</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>170</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p170_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Princesses</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>There is an edition of <i>The Island Princess</i> in the British Museum (161. c. 70)
+dated 1669, 'As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesties Servants.
+With the Alterations and New Additional Scenes. Licensed May 31. 1669.
+Roger L'Estrange.' It does not appear to be desirable to record here more
+than the following readings from a collation kindly made by Mrs Arnold
+Glover:</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>92</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pleasures<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>96</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p96_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;alone as a mask<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>103</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p103_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Dias</i> could<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>104</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p104_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;your countrey<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>105</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p105_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Clad<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>106</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p106_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;next to nothing<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>108</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p108_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;thou wish her<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_116">116</a></b>, to p. <b><a href="#Page_117">117</a></b>, l. 15. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Re-written</i>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>117</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;without courage</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;boyish brains out<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>140</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p140_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to tax<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>pp. <b><a href="#Page_164">164</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></b>.  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; <i>Re-written</i>  <i>A prologue and an epilogue are added</i><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+<h3>THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN.</h3>
+
+<p>p. <b>171</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p171_3">ll. 3-28.</a> &nbsp;  <i>Not in</i> A &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <i>The Prologue is printed at the end of the play</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p171_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Lougueville<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>172</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p172_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] aud</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p172_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] ro<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>173</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] you be</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] preacht</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] travaile<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>174</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p174_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] lights ... makes<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>175</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p175_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] worthy<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>176</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p176_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] upbraid</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p176_39">l. 39.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] a<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>177</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p177_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] not, in<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>178</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p178_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] he</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p178_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] looks<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>179</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p179_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Mousieur</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>184</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p184_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] mine still, when</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p184_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] trojan purple<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>185</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p185_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>186</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p186_18">ll. 18, 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; A]  &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;    contented her,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">When you first married her;  a</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>187</b>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p187_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] mighty</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p187_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] up<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>189</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p189_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits the second</i>] the<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>196</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p196_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] answer<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>198</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p198_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] do your<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>199</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p199_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] are</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p199_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>200</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p200_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] for me<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>202</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p202_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Wake<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>203</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p203_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>209</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p209_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] good<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>211</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p211_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Meron<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>212</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p212_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] thy Duke</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p212_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i> A <i>omits</i>] <i>and</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>213</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p213_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] ready husband<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>214</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] post horse</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Shyt.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>215</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p215_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] innumerall</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p215_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] you'r<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>217</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p217_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] sword</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p217_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] defend<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>218</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p218_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] see thy<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>221</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p221_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] my soule<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>222</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p222_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>223</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] full, being in</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] would</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] mads<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>224</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p224_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] leasure.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>226</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>srq.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>228</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p228_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] those</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p228_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Duste.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>229</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] I am</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Nor shall you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Lorgue</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] the<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>230</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p230_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p230_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] you, furnisht in<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>231</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p231_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Disgraced</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p231_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] God's ... Gentlemen<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>232</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p232_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] them? B] 'em?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p232_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] by heaven<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>236</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p236_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] assures<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>237</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p237_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>So, both in</i> A <i>and</i> B</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p237_41">l. 41.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] appose<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>239</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p239_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] say'e?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+
+<h3>THE CORONATION.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><b>A</b>=the quarto of 1640. <b>B</b>=the 2nd folio.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs Arnold Glover has kindly collated a copy of the quarto in the Dyce
+collection; Mr R.F. Towndrow has kindly collated a copy of the quarto in
+the Bodleian.</p>
+
+<p>The title page of the quarto is as follows:</p>
+
+<p>The | Coronation | A Comedy. | As it was presented by her | Majesties
+Servants at the private | House in <i>Drury</i> Lane. | Written by <i>John Fletcher</i>.
+Gent. | <i>LONDON</i>, | Printed by <i>Tho. Cotes</i>, for <i>Andrew Crooke</i>, and | <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span>
+<i>William Cooke</i>. and are to be sold at the signe | of the <i>Greene Dragon</i>, in <i>Pauls</i> |
+<i>Church-yard</i>. 1640.</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>240</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] The Actors Names.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] The Prologue</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] a Corporation day</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_36">l. 36.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] in</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>241</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Temple</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_16">l. 16.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Prologue too?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A. <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>244</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p244_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Macarius</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p244_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Prince?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>246</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p246_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] it<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>247</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p247_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] obsolute<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>249</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p249_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] he</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p249_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Ketch<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>250</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p250_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Selecus</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>251</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p251_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] commonl<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>252</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p252_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>254</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 29. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#p254_29b">B]</a> court, with &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href="#p254_29a">A]</a> dower<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>256</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p256_8">l. 8.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] gives</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p256_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] hot</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p256_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] should<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>257</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p257_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Are.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p257_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Ladies and attendants, Gent.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>258</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p258_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Seleucus</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>260</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p260_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] forget<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>261</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p261_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] immatrial<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>262</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p262_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] the</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p262_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] purpose.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>263</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p263_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] that purpose to make you so</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p263_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] tho<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>264</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p264_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] me.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p264_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] and now</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>267</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B <i>read</i>] <i>Phi.</i> [<i>before</i> 'Tis]</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>gives this line to</i>] <i>Phi.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>gives this line to</i>] <i>Lisa.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Qeeen</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B <i>read</i>] <i>Lisa.</i></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>272</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p272_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] minure<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>273</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p273_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] failty<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>274</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p274_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] there is</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p274_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B <i>read</i>] Deliver<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>276</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p276_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p276_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] or<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>278</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p278_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B <i>read</i>] rise<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>280</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p280_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] 'ill<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>285</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p285_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sop.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>286</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p286_17">l. 17.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Wiliow<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>287</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p287_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] He'e my<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>289</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p289_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] bove all<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>292</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p292_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Sc&aelig;na Prima.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>293</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p293_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] We<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>294</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p294_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Protestor</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p294_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] work<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>296</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p296_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] to it</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p296_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] doe it<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>297</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p297_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] There's</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p297_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] punish<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>298</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p298_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Pil.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>299</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p299_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] In</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p299_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] there's</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p299_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] honor, what<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>300</b>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p300_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] doe<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>302</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 18. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#p302_18a">A]</a> <i>Eubulus</i> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href="#p302_18b">B]</a> <i>Etxi</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p302_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits semicolon</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>303</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p303_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] and<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>304</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p304_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Demetrius</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>305</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p305_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] two<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>306</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Sis.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] The Epilogue</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] sad<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE COXCOMB.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><b>A</b>=1st folio. <b>B</b>=2nd folio.</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>308</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p308_3">ll. 3-43.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Not in</i> A<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>309</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p309_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] The Prologue</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p309_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] the<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>310</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p310_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] You'ave<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>311</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p311_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Be<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>313</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p313_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] they we'll, Ill keep them<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>314</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p314_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] mouths my</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p314_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B <i>omit</i>] <i>Ant.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p314_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B] Gentlewoman?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>315</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p315_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] Husband will come</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p315_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] I had you had</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p315_28">l. 28.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] foole to&mdash;<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<p>p. <b>316</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] so their</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] mad</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_23">l. 23.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] her? her?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] had</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>317</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p317_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] be sure</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p317_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] heaven<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>319</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Omitted in</i> B</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] no jugling</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] do most jest<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>320</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p320_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] she<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>321</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p321_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Faith sweet</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p321_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] thee<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>322</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p322_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>adds</i>] <i>Exit.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p322_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Wore<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>323</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p323_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;B] Y'cannot</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p323_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B] me?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>324</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p324_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] to<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>325</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p325_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>hed</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p325_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] your towne<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>327</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p327_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] will</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p327_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Heaven<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>328</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p328_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;B] I'll<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>329</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] better</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] ventures</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] excepted, ever</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] an humour<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>331</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;B] tell thee</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] hang</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Heaven</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] I am</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>337</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p337_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] are</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p337_22">l. 22.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Heaven<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>338</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] Andrugio <i>and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits this line</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_34">l. 34.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] had in it a sap-house<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>340</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p340_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] if any<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>342</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p342_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] purpose<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>343</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p343_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] <i>Serv.</i><br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span></p>
+<p>p. <b>344</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p344_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] I<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>345</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p345_29">l. 29.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] world is<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>347</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p347_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] too</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p347_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] thou<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>348</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p348_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] antowardst</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p348_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] do<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>349</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p349_2">l. 2.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] and pretious<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>350</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_5">l. 5.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] a gods</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_11">l. 11.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] a tipling ... an'</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] please</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_15">l. 15.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] night?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Heavens<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>351</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p351_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] now</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p351_40">l. 40.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] thou art<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>352</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p352_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] impotunate<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>353</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] <i>Exeunt.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_7">l. 7.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] How injuringly</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] shalt</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] work withal</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_20">l. 20.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] goe too</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>354</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_13">l. 13.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] We'll</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] should</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] Jesse<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>355</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p355_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Nay.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p355_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] have</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p355_33">l. 33.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] Genlewoman<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>356</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] me</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] Faith</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_39">l. 39.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] blessing on<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>357</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] awkeward</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;B] I answer</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_10">l. 10.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;? visit yon</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] dispach'd<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>358</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_1">l. 1.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] <i>Antouio</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_6">l. 6.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] beshrow</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] a</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_38">l. 38.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] and and<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>359</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p359_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] I</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p359_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>and</i> B] Pigeons?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>361</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p361_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] lov'd? so all<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>362</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p362_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] you<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>363</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p363_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] read an I</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p363_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] a<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>364</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p364_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] for my<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>365</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p365_21">l. 21.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A <i>omits</i>] I<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>366</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p366_3">l. 3.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] a meere</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p366_35">l. 35.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] no Inches<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>368</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_18">l. 18.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] goodbwy</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_19">l. 19.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] oou</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_25">l. 25.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] come come</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] yes body</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_32">l. 32.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] her her</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>369</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;A] with you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] too mocke me to,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_14">l. 14.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] heaven</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_31">l. 31.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] carry now</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>370</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;B] you'll</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_12">l. 12.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] heavens</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_27">l. 27.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] tell<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>371</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p371_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A] wot you what?<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>372</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p372_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B] see</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p372_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] paid, for you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p372_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] I<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>374</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p374_24">l. 24.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] frivilous</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p374_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] circmstances<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>375</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p375_26">l. 26.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] kindess<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>376</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p376_37">l. 37.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] heve<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>377</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p377_4">l. 4.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;B <i>omits</i>] a</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p377_30">l. 30.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;B] rhe<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>p. <b>378</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p378_9">l. 9.</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A] The Epilogue<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">End of Vol. VIII</span>.</h3>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 80%;" />
+<h5>CAMBRIDGE:  PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.</h5>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10), by
+Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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+Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10)
+       The Womans Prize; The Island Princess; The Noble Gentleman;
+       The Coronation; The Coxcomb
+
+Author: Francis Beaumont
+        John Fletcher
+
+Release Date: February 17, 2011 [EBook #35303]
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+
+  FRANCIS BEAUMONT
+    Born 1584
+    Died 1616
+
+  JOHN FLETCHER
+    Born 1579
+    Died 1625
+
+
+
+
+  _BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER_
+
+    THE WOMANS PRIZE
+    THE ISLAND PRINCESS
+    THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN
+    THE CORONATION
+    THE COXCOMB
+
+
+  THE TEXT EDITED BY
+  A. R. WALLER, M.A.
+
+
+  Cambridge:
+  at the University Press
+  1910
+
+
+  CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
+  London: FETTER LANE, E.C.
+  C. F. CLAY, MANAGER
+
+  Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET
+  Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO.
+  Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS
+  New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
+  Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD.
+
+  _All rights reserved_
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS
+
+
+                          PAGE
+    The Womans Prize         1
+    The Island Princess     91
+    The Noble Gentleman    171
+    The Coronation         240
+    The Coxcomb            308
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  WOMANS PRIZE,
+  OR
+  THE TAMER TAM'D.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Moroso, _an old rich doting Citizen, suitor to_ Livia.
+    Sophocles, } _Two Gentlemen, friends_
+    Tranio,    }   _to_ Petruchio.
+    Petruchio, _An_ Italian _Gent. Husband to_ Maria.
+    Rowland, _A young Gent. in love with_ Livia.
+    Petronius, _Father to_ Maria _and_ Livia.
+    Jaques, } _Two witty servants to_
+    Pedro,  }   Petruchio.
+    Doctor.
+    Apothecarie.
+    Watchmen.
+    Porters.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Maria,  _A chaste witty Lady,_ } _The two masculine daughters_
+    Livia,  _Mistriss to_ Rowland. }   _of_ Petronius.
+    Biancha, _Their Cosin, and Commander in chief._
+    City Wives,     } _To the relief of the Ladies, of which,_
+    Countrey Wives, }   _two were drunk._
+    Maids.
+
+
+  The Scene London.
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Ladies to you, in whose defence and right,_
+    Fletchers _brave Muse prepar'd her self to fight
+  A battel without blood, 'twas well fought too,
+    (The victory's yours, though got with much ado.)
+  We do present this_ Comedy, _in which
+    A rivulet of pure wit flows, strong and rich
+  In Fancy, Language, and all parts that may
+    Add Grace and Ornament to a merry Play.
+  Which this may prove. Yet not to go too far
+    In promises from this our Female War.
+  We do intreat the angry men would not
+    Expect the mazes of a subtle plot,
+  Set Speeches, high Expressions, and what's worse,
+    In a true_ Comedy, _politick discourse.
+  The end we aim at, is to make you sport;
+    Yet neither gall the City, nor the Court.
+  Hear, and observe his Comique strain, and when
+    Y' are sick-of melancholy, see't agen.
+  'Tis no dear Physick since 'twill quit the cost:
+    Or his intentions with our pains, are lost._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso, Sophocles, _and_ Tranio, _with Rosemary, as from
+        a wedding._
+
+  _Mo._ God give 'em joy.
+
+  _Tra._ Amen.
+
+  _Soph._ Amen, say I too:
+  The pudding's now i'th' proof, alas poor wench.
+  Through what a mine of patience must thou work,
+  E'r thou know'st good hour more!
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis too true: Certain,
+  Methinks her father has dealt harshly with her,
+  Exceeding harshly, and not like a Father,
+  To match her to this Dragon; I protest
+  I pity the poor Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mor._ Methinks now,
+  He's not so terrible as people think him.
+
+  _Soph._ This old thief flatters, out of meer devotion,
+  To please the Father for his second daughter.
+
+  _Tra._ But shall he have her?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, when I have _Rome_.
+  And yet the father's for him.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll assure ye,
+  I hold him a good man.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes sure a wealthy,
+  But whether a good womans man, is doubtful.
+
+  _Tra._ Would 'twere no worse.
+
+  _M[o]r._ What though his other wife,
+  Out of her most abundant soberness,
+  Out of her daily hue and cries upon him,
+  (For sure she was a rebel) turn'd his temper,
+  And forc'd him blow as high as she? dos't follow
+  He must retain that long since buried Tempest,
+  To this soft Maid?
+
+  _Soph._ I fear it.
+
+  _Tra._ So do I too:
+  And so far, that if God had made me woman,
+  And his wife that must be--
+
+  _Mor._ What would you do, Sir?
+
+  _Tra._ I would learn to eat coals with an angry Cat,
+  And spit fire at him: I would (to prevent him)
+  Do all the ramping, roaring tricks, a whore
+  Being drunk, and tumbling ripe, would tremble at:
+  There is no safety else, nor moral wisdom.
+  To be a wife, and his.
+
+  _Soph._ So I should think too.
+
+  _Tra._ For yet the bare remembrance of his first wife
+  (I tell ye on my knowledge, and a truth too)
+  Will make him start in's sleep, and very often
+  Cry out for Cudgels, Colestaves, any thing;
+  Hiding his breeches, out of fear her Ghost
+  Should walk, and wear 'em yet. Since his first marriage,
+  He is no more the still _Petruchio_,
+  Than I am _Babylon_.
+
+  _Soph._ He's a good fellow,
+  And on my word I love him: but to think
+  A fit match for this tender soul--
+
+  _Tra._ His very frown, if she but say her prayers
+  Louder than men talk treason, makes him tinder;
+  The motion of a Dial, when he's testy,
+  Is the same trouble to him as a Water-work;
+  She must do nothing of her self; not eat,
+  Drink, say Sir, how do ye? make her ready, unready,
+  Unless he bid her.
+
+  _Soph._ He will bury her,
+  Ten pound to twenty shillings, within these three weeks.
+
+  _Tra._ I'll be your half.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _with a pot of Wine._
+
+  _Mor._ He loves her most extreamly,
+  And so long 'twill be Honey-moon. Now _Jaques_.
+  You are a busie man I am sure.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes certain,
+  This old sport must have eggs.
+
+  _Sop._ Not yet this ten daies.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sweet Gentlemen with Muskadel.
+
+  _Tra._ That's right, Sir.
+
+  _Mor._ This fellow broods his Master: speed ye _Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ We shall be for you presently.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your worships
+  Shall have it rich and neat: and o' my conscience
+  As welcome as our _Lady-day_: Oh my old Sir,
+  When shall we see your worship run at Ring?
+  That hour, a standing were worth money.
+
+  _Mor._ So Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ Upon my little honesty, your Mistriss,
+  If I have any speculation, must think
+  This single thrumming of a Fiddle,
+  Without a Bow, but even poor sport.
+
+  _Mor._ Y'are merry.
+
+  _Ja._ Would I were wise too: so God bless your worship.
+
+  _Tra._ The fellow tells you true.                         [_Exit_ Jaq.
+
+  _Soph._ When is the day man?
+  Come, come, you'll steal a marriage.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay, believe me:
+  But when her Father pleases, I am ready,
+  And all my friends shall know it.
+
+  _Tra._ Why not now?
+  One charge had serv'd for both.
+
+  _Mor._ There's reason in't.
+
+  _Soph._ Call'd _Rowland_--
+
+  _Mor._ Will ye walk?
+  They'll think we are lost: Come Gentlemen.
+
+  _Tra._ You have wip'd him now.
+
+  _Soph._ So will he never the wench, I hope.
+
+  _Tra._ I wish it.                                           [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Livia.
+
+  _Row._ Now _Livia_, if you'll go away to night,
+  If your affections be not made of words.
+
+  _Liv._ I love you, and you know how dearly _Rowland_,
+  Is there none near us? my affections ever
+  Have been your servants; with what superstition
+  I have ever Sainted you--
+
+  _Row._ Why then take this way.
+
+  _Liv._ 'Twill be a childish, and a less prosperous course,
+  Than his that knows not care: why should we do,
+  Our honest and our hearty love such wrong,
+  To over-run our fortunes?
+
+  _Row._ Then you flatter.
+
+  _Liv._ Alas, you know I cannot.
+
+  _Ro[w]._ What hope's left else
+  But flying to enjoy ye?
+
+  _Liv._ None so far,
+  For let it be admitted, we have time,
+  And all things now in other expectation,
+  My father's bent against us; what but ruine,
+  Can such a by-way bring us? if your fears
+  Would let you look with my eyes, I would shew you,
+  And certain, how our staying here would win us
+  A course, though somewhat longer, yet far surer.
+
+  _Row._ And then _Moroso_ h'as ye.
+
+  _Liv._ No such matter
+  For hold this certain, begging, stealing, whoring,
+  Selling (which is a sin unpardonable)
+  Of counterfeit Cods, or musty English _Croacus_;
+  Switches, or Stones for th' tooth-ache sooner finds me,
+  Than that drawn Fox _Moroso_.
+
+  _Row._ But his money,
+  If wealth may win you--
+
+  _Liv._ If a Hog may be
+  High Priest among the _Jews_? his money _Rowland_?
+  Oh Love forgive me, what faith hast thou?
+  Why, can his money kiss me?
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Behind,
+  Laid out upon a Petticoat: or graspe me
+  While I cry, Oh good thank you? o'my troth
+  Thou mak'st me merry with thy fear: or lie with me.
+  As you may do? alas, what fools you men are?
+  His mouldy money? half a dozen Riders,
+  That cannot sit, but stampt fast to their Saddles?
+  No _Rowland_, no man shall make use of me;
+  My beauty was born free, and free I'll give it
+  To him that loves, not buys me. You yet doubt me.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot say I doubt ye.
+
+  _Liv._ Goe thy ways,
+  Thou art the prettiest puling piece of passion:
+  Y'faith I will not fail thee.
+
+  _Row._ I had rather--
+
+  _Liv._ Prethee believe me, if I do not carry it,
+  For both our goods--
+
+  _Row._ But--
+
+  _Liv._ What but?
+
+  _Row._ I would tell you.
+
+  _Liv._ I know all you can tell me; all's but this,
+  You would have me, and lie with me; is't not so?
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Why you shall; will that content you? Goe.
+
+  _Row._ I am very loth to goe.
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha _and_ Maria.
+
+  _Liv._ Now o' my conscience
+  Thou art an honest fellow: here's my Sister;
+  Go, prethee go; this kiss, and credit me,
+  E'r I am three nights older, I am for thee:
+  You shall hear what I do.
+  Farewel.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel.                                       [_Exit_ Rowland.
+
+  _Liv._ Alas poor fool, how it looks!
+  It would ev'n hang it self, should I but cross it.
+  For pure love to the matter I must hatch it.
+
+  _Bya._ Nay, never look for merry hour, _Maria_,
+  If now you make it not; let not your blushes,
+  Your modesty, and tenderness of spirit,
+  Make you continual Anvile to his anger:
+  Believe me, since his first wife set him going,
+  Nothing can bind his rage: Take your own council,
+  You shall not say that I perswaded you.
+  But if you suffer him--
+
+  _Mar._ Stay, shall I do it?
+
+  _Bya._ Have you a stomach to't?
+
+  _Mar._ I never shew'd it.
+
+  _Bya._ 'Twill shew the rarer and the stronger in you.
+  But do not say I urg'd you.
+
+  _Mar._ I am perfect,
+  Like _Curtius_, to redeem my Countrey, I have
+  Leap'd into this gulph of marriage, and I'll do it.
+  Farewel all poorer thoughts, but spight and anger,
+  Till I have wrought a miracle. Now cosin,
+  I am no more the gentle, tame _Maria_;
+  Mistake me not; I have a new soul in me
+  Made of a North wind, nothing but tempest;
+  And like a tempest shall it make all ruin,
+  Till I have run my Will out.
+
+  _Bya._ This is brave now,
+  If you continue it; but your own Will lead you.
+
+  _Mar._ Adieu all tenderness, I dare continue;
+  Maids that are made of fears, and modest blushes,
+  View me, and love example.
+
+  _Bya._ Here is your Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ Here is the brave old mans love.
+
+  _Bya._ That loves the young man.
+
+  _Mar._ I and hold thee there wench: what a grief of heart is't?
+  When _Paphos_ Revels should rowze up old night,
+  To sweat against a Cork; to lie and tell
+  The clock o'th lungs, to rise sport starv'd?
+
+  _Liv._ Dear Sister,
+  Where have you been, you talk thus?
+
+  _Mar._ Why at Church, wench;
+  Where I am ti'd to talke thus: I am a wife now.
+
+  _Liv._ It seems so, and a modest.
+
+  _Mar._ You are an ass;
+  When thou art married once, thy modesty
+  Will never buy thee pins.
+
+  _Liv._ 'Bless me.
+
+  _Mar._ From what?
+
+  _Bya._ From such a tame fool as our cosin _Livia_?
+
+  _Liv._ You are not mad.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes wench, and so must you be,
+  Or none of our acquaintance: mark me _Livia_;
+  Or indeed fit for our sex: 'Tis bed time.
+  Pardon me yellow _Hymen_, that I mean
+  Thine offerings to protract, or to keep fasting
+  My valiant Bridegroom.
+
+  _Liv._ Whither will this woman?
+
+  _Bya._ You may perceive her end.
+
+  _Liv._ Or rather fear it.
+
+  _Mar._ Dare you be partner in't?
+
+  _Liv._ Leave it _Maria_,
+  I fear I have mark'd too much, for goodness leave it;
+  Divest you with obedient hands, to bed.
+
+  _Mar._ To bed? no _Livia_, there are Comets hang
+  Prodigious over that yet; there's a fellow
+  Must yet before I know that heat (ne'r start wench)
+  Be made a man, for yet he is a monster;
+  Here must his head be _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Never hope it.
+  'Tis as easie with a Sive to scoop the Ocean, as
+  To tame _Petruchio_.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay: _Lucina_ hear me,
+  Never unlock the treasure of my womb
+  For humane fruit, to make it capable;
+  Nor never with thy secret hand make brief
+  A mothers labor to me; if I do
+  Give way unto my married Husband's Will,
+  Or be a Wife in any thing but hopes,
+  Till I have made him easie as a child,
+  And tame as fear, he shall not win a smile,
+  Or a pleas'd look, from this austerity,
+  Though it would pull another Joynture from him,
+  And make him ev'ry day another man;
+  And when I kiss him, till I have my Will,
+  May I be barren of delights, and know
+  Only what pleasures are in dreams, and guesses.
+
+  _Liv._ A strange _Exordium_.
+
+  _Bya._ All the several wrongs
+  Done by Imperious Husbands to their Wives
+  These thousand years and upwards, strengthen thee:
+  Thou hast a brave cause.
+
+  _Mar._ And I'll do it bravely,
+  Or may I knit my life out ever after.
+
+  _Liv._ In what part of the world got she this spirit?
+  Yet pray _Maria_, look before you truly,
+  Besides the obedience of a wife;
+  Which you will find a heavy imputation,
+  Which yet I cannot think your own, it shews
+  So distant from your sweetness.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis I swear.
+
+  _Liv._ Weigh but the person, and the hopes you have,
+  To work this desperate cure.
+
+  _Mar._ A weaker subject
+  Would shame the end I aim at, disobedience.
+  You talk too tamely: By the faith I have
+  In mine own noble Will, that childish woman
+  That lives a prisoner to her Husbands pleasure,
+  Has lost her making, and becomes a beast,
+  Created for his use, not fellowship.
+
+  _Liv._ His first wife said as much.
+
+  _Mar._ She was a fool,
+  And took a scurvy course; let her be nam'd
+  'Mongst those that wish for things, but dare not do'em:
+  I have a new dance for him.
+
+  _Liv._ Are you of this faith?
+
+  _Bya._ Yes truly, and will die in't.
+
+  _Liv._ Why then let's all wear breeches.
+
+  _Mar._ Now thou com'st near the nature of a woman;
+  Hang these tame hearted Eyasses, that no sooner
+  See the Lure out, and hear their Husbands hollow,
+  But cry like Kites upon 'em: The free Haggard
+  (Which is that woman, that hath wing, and knows it,
+  Spirit and plume) will make an hundred checks,
+  To shew her freedom, sail in ev'ry air,
+  And look out ev'ry pleasure; not regarding
+  Lure, nor quarry, till her pitch command
+  What she desires, making her foundred keeper
+  Be glad to fling out trains, and golden ones,
+  To take her down again.
+
+  _Liv._ You are learned, Sister;
+  Yet I say still take heed.
+
+  _Mar._ A witty saying;
+  I'll tell thee _Livia_, had this fellow tired
+  As many wives as horses under him,
+  With spurring of their patience; had he got
+  A Patent, with an Office to reclaim us,
+  Confirm'd by Parliament; had he all the malice
+  And subtilty of Devils, or of us,
+  Or any thing that's worse than both.
+
+  _Liv._ Hey, hey boys, this is excellent.
+
+  _Mar._ Or could he
+  Cast his wives new again, like Bels, to make 'em
+  Sound to his Will; or had the fearful name
+  Of the first breaker of wild women: yet,
+  Yet would I undertake this man, thus single,
+  And, spight of all the freedom he has reach'd to,
+  Turn him and bend him as I list, and mold him
+  Into a babe again; that aged women,
+  W[a]nting both teeth and spleen, may Master him.
+
+  _Bya._ Thou wilt be chronicl'd.
+
+  _Mar._ That's all I aim at.
+
+  _Liv._ I must confess, I do with all my heart
+  Hate an imperious Husband, and in time
+  Might be so wrought upon.
+
+  _Bya._ To make him cuckold?
+
+  _Mar._ If he deserve it.
+
+  _Liv._ Then I'll leave ye Ladies.
+
+  _Bya._ Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee.
+
+  _Mar._ Go sleep, go sleep, what we intend to do,
+  Lies not for such starv'd souls, as thou hast _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Good night: the Bridegroom will be with you presently.
+
+  _Mar._ That's more than you know.
+
+  _Liv._ If ye work upon him,
+  As you have promised, ye may give example,
+  Which no doubt will be followed.
+
+  _Mar._ So.
+
+  _Bya._ Good night: we'll trouble you no further.
+
+  _Mar._ If you intend no good, pray do no harm.
+
+  _Liv._ None, but pray for you.                          [_Exit_ Livia.
+
+  _Bya._ Cheer wench.
+
+  _Mar._ Now _Byancha_,
+  Those wits we have, let's wind 'em to the height.
+  My rest is up wench, and I pull for that
+  Will make me ever famous. They that lay
+  Foundations, are half-builders, all men say.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ My Master forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Oh how does thy Master? prethee commend me to him.
+
+  _Jaq._ How's this? my Master stays forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Why let him stay, who hinders him forsooth?
+
+  _Jaq._ The Revel's ended now,
+  To visit you.
+
+  _Mar._ I am not sick.
+
+  _Jaq._ I mean to see his chamber forsooth.
+
+  _Mar._ Am I his Groom? where lay he last night forsooth?
+
+  _Ja[q]._ In the low matted Parlour.
+
+  _Mar._ There lies his way by the long Gallery.
+
+  _Jaq._ I mean your chamber: y'are very merry Mistriss.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis a good sign I am sound hearted _Jaques_:
+  But if you'll know where I lie, follow me;
+  And what thou seest, deliver to thy Master.
+
+  _Bya._ Do gentle _Jaques_.                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Ja._ Ha, is the wind in that door?
+  By'r Lady we shall have foul weather then:
+  I do not like the shuffling of these women,
+  They are mad beasts, when they knock their heads together:
+  I have observ'd them all this day; their whispers,
+  One in anothers ear, their signs and pinches,
+  And breaking often into violent laughters:
+  As if the end they purpos'd were their own.
+  Call you this weddings? Sure this is a knavery,
+  A very trick, and dainty knavery,
+  Marvellous finely carried, that's the comfort:
+  What would these women do in ways of honor?
+  That are such Masters this way? Well, my Sir
+  Has been as good at finding out these toys,
+  As any living; if he lose it now,
+  At his own peril be it. I must follow.                        [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scaena Tertia._
+
+        _Enter Servants with Lights_, Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso,
+        Tranio, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Pet._ You that are married, Gentlemen; have at ye
+  For a round wager now.
+
+  _Soph._ Of this nights Stage?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+
+  _Soph._ I am your first man, a pair of Gloves of twenty shillings.
+
+  _Petru._ Done: who takes me up next? I am for all bets.
+
+  _Mor._ Well lusty _Lawrence_, were but my night now,
+  Old as I am, I would make you clap on Spurs,
+  But I would reach you, and bring you to your trot too:
+  I would Gallants.
+
+  _Petru._ Well said good Will; but where's the staff boy, ha?
+  Old father Time, your hour-glass is empty.
+
+  _Tra._ A good tough train would break thee all to pieces;
+  Thou hast not breath enough to say thy prayers.
+
+  _Petron._ See how these boys despise us. Will you to bed son?
+  This pride will have a fall.
+
+  _Petru._ Upon your daughter;
+  But I shall rise again, if there be truth
+  In Eggs, and butter'd Parsnips.
+
+  _Petro._ Will you to bed son, and leave talking?
+  To morrow morning we shall have you look,
+  For all your great words, like _St. George_ at _Kingston_,
+  Running a foot-back from the furious Dragon,
+  That with her angry tail belabours him
+  For being lazie.
+
+  _Tra._ His courage quench'd, and so far quench'd--
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis well Sir.
+  What then?
+
+  _Soph._ Fly, fly, quoth then the fearful dwarfe;
+  Here is no place for living man.
+
+  _Petru._ Well my masters, if I do sink under my business, as I find
+  'tis very possible, I am not the first that has miscarried; So that's
+  my comfort, what may be done without impeach or waste, I can and will
+  do.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  How now, is my fair Bride a bed?
+
+  _Jaq._ No truly, Sir.
+
+  _Petron._ Not a bed yet? body o' me: we'll up and rifle her: here's a
+  coil with a Maiden-head, 'tis not intail'd, is it?
+
+  _Petru._ If it be, I'll try all the Law i'th' Land, but I'll cut it
+  off: let's up, let's up, come.
+
+  _Jaq._ That you cannot neither.
+
+  _Petru._ Why?
+
+  _Jaq._ Unless you'll drop through the Chimney like a Daw, or force a
+  breach i'th' windows: you may untile the house, 'tis possible.
+
+  _Petru._ What dost thou mean?
+
+  _Jaq._ A moral, Sir, the Ballad will express it:
+  _The wind and the rain, has turned you back again,
+  And you cannot be lodged there._ The truth is, all the doors
+  Are baracadoed; not a Cathole, but holds a murd'rer in't.
+  She's victuall'd for this month.
+
+  _Petru._ Art not thou drunk?
+
+  _Soph._ He's drunk, he's drunk; come, come, let's up.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, yes, I am drunk: ye may go up, ye may
+  Gentlemen, but take heed to your heads: I say no more.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll try that.                                   [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Petron._ How dost thou say? the door fast lock'd fellow?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes truly Sir, 'tis lock'd, and guarded too; and two as
+  desperate tongues planted behind it, as e'er yet batter'd: they stand
+  upon their honors, and will not give up without strange composition,
+  I'll assure you; marching away with their Pieces cockt, and Bullets
+  in their mouths, will not satisfie them.
+
+  _Petru._ How's this? how's this? they are--
+  Is there another with her?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes marry is there, and an Enginier.
+
+  _Mor._ Who's that for Heavens sake?
+
+  _Jaq._ Colonel _Byancha_, she commands the works: _Spinola_'s but a
+  Ditcher to her, there's a half-moon: I am but a poor man, but if
+  you'll give me leave, I'll venture a years wages, draw all your force
+  before it, and mount your ablest Piece of battery, you shall not enter
+  it these three nights yet.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Petru._ I should laugh at that good _Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ Beat back again, she's fortified for ever.
+
+  _Jaq._ Am I drunk now, Sir?
+
+  _Soph._ He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd.
+  I have scap'd a pretty scowring.
+
+  _Petru._ What are they mad? have we another _Bedlam_?
+  They do not talke I hope?
+
+  _Soph._ Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at _London-bridge_
+  is nothing near her.
+
+  _Petru._ How got she tongue?
+
+  _Soph._ As you got tail, she was born to't.
+
+  _Petru._ Lock'd out a doors, and on my wedding-night?
+  Nay, and I suffer this, I may goe graze:
+  Come Gentlemen, I'll batter; are these virtues?
+
+  _Soph._ Do, and be beaten off with shame, as I was: I went up, came
+  to th' door, knock'd, no body answer'd; knock'd louder, yet heard
+  nothing: would have broke in by force; when suddainly a Water-work
+  flew from the window with such violence, that had I not duck'd quickly
+  like a Fryer, _caetera quis nescit_? The chamber's nothing but a mere
+  _Ostend_, in every window Pewter Cannons mounted, you'll quickly find
+  with what they are charg'd, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Why then _tantara_ for us.
+
+  _Soph._ And all the lower Works lin'd sure with small shot, long
+  tongues with Fire-locks, that at twelve score blank hit to the heart:
+  now and ye dare go up.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byanca _above._
+
+  _Mar._ The window opens, beat a parley first;
+  I am so much amaz'd, my very hair stands.
+
+  _Petron._ Why how now Daughter: what intrench'd?
+
+  _Mar._ A little guarded for my safety, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ For your safety Sweet-heart? why who offends you?
+  I come not to use violence.
+
+  _Mar._ I think you cannot, Sir, I am better fortified.
+
+  _Petru._ I know your end,
+  You would fain reprieve your Maiden-head
+  A night, or two.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, or ten, or twenty, or say an hundred;
+  Or indeed, till I list lie with you.
+
+  _Soph._ That's a shrewd saying; from this present hour,
+  I never will believe a silent woman.
+  When they break out they are bonfires.
+
+  _Petro._ Till you list lie with him? why who are you Madam?
+
+  _Bya._That trim Gentlemans wife, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Cry you mercy, do you command too?
+
+  _Mar._ Yes marry does she, and in chief.
+
+  _Bya._ I do command, and you shall go without:
+  (I mean your wife, for this night)
+
+  _Mar._ And for the next too wench, and so as'[t follows]
+
+  _Petro._ Thou wilt not, wilt'a?
+
+  _Mar._ Yes indeed dear father,
+  And till he seal to what I shall set down,
+  For any thing I know for ever.
+
+  _Soph._ Indeed these are Bug[s]-words.
+
+  _Tra._ You hear Sir, she can talk, God be thanked.
+
+  _Petru._ I would I heard it not, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ I find that all the pity bestow'd upon this woman,
+  Makes but an Anagram of an ill wife,
+  For she was never virtuous.
+
+  _Petru._ You'll let me in I hope, for all this jesting.
+
+  _Mar._ Hope still, Sir.
+
+  _Petron._ You will come down I am sure.
+
+  _Mar._ I am sure I will not.
+
+  _Petron._ I'll fetch you then.
+
+  _Bya._ The power of the whole County cannot, Sir,
+  Unless we please to yield, which yet I think
+  We shall not; charge when you please, you shall
+  Hear quickly from us.
+
+  _Mor._ Bless me from a chicken of thy hatching,
+  Is this wiving?
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee _Maria_ tell me what's the reason,
+  And doe it freely, you deal thus strangely with me?
+  You were not forc'd to marry, your consent
+  Went equally with mine, if not before it:
+  I hope you do not doubt I want that mettle
+  A man should have to keep a woman waking;
+  I would be sorry to be such a Saint yet:
+  My person, as it is not excellent,
+  So 'tis not old, nor lame, nor weak with Physick,
+  But well enough to please an honest woman,
+  That keeps her house, and loves her Husband.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis so.
+
+  _Petru._ My means and my conditions are no shamers
+  Of him that owes 'em, all the world knows that,
+  And my friends no reliers on my fortunes.
+
+  _Mar._ All this I believe, and none of all these parcels
+  I dare [ex]cept against; nay more, so far
+  I am from making these the ends I aim at,
+  These idle outward things, these womens fears,
+  That were I yet unmarried, free to choose
+  Through all the Tribes of man, I'll take _Petruchio_
+  In's shirt, with one ten Groats to pay the Priest,
+  Before the best man living, or the ablest
+  That e'er leap'd out of _Lancashire_, and they are right ones.
+
+  _Petron._ Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating
+  Out of the window like a broken Miller!
+
+  _Petru._ If you will have me credit you _Maria_,
+  Come down, and let your love confirm it.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make.
+
+  _Bya._ Play sure wench, the Packs in thine own hand.
+
+  _Soph._ Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches
+  Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom.
+
+  _Petru._ Why this is a Riddle:
+  I love you, and I love you not.
+
+  _Mar._ It is so:
+  And till your own experience do untie it,
+  This distance I must keep.
+
+  _Petru._ If you talk more,
+  I am angry, very angry.
+
+  _Mar._ I am glad on't, and I will talk.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee peace,
+  Let me not think thou art mad. I tell thee woman,
+  If thou goest forward, I am still _Petruchio_.
+
+  _Mar._ And I am worse, a woman that can fear
+  Neither _Petruchio Furius_, nor his fame,
+  Nor any thing that tends to our allegeance;
+  There's a short method for you, now you know me.
+
+  _Petru._ If you can carry't so, 'tis very well.
+
+  _Bya._ No, you shall carry it, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Peace gentle Low-bel.
+
+  _Petron._ Use no more words, but come down instantly,
+  I charge thee by the duty of a child.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee come _Maria_, I forgive all.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay there; That duty, that you charge me by
+  (If you consider truly what you say)
+  Is now another man's, you gave't away
+  I' th' Church, if you remember, to my Husband:
+  So all you can exact now, is no more
+  But only a due reverence to your person,
+  Which thus I pay: Your blessing, and I am gone
+  To bed for this night.
+
+  _Petron._ This is monstrous:
+  That blessing that _St. Dunstan_ gave the Devil,
+  If I were neer thee, I would give thee--
+  Pull thee down by th' nose.
+
+  _By._ Saints should not rave, Sir;
+  A little Rubarb now were excellent.
+
+  _Petru._ Then by that duty you owe to me _Maria_,
+  Open the door, and be obedient: I am quiet yet.
+
+  _Mar._ I do confess that duty, make your best on't.
+
+  _Petru._ Why give me leave, I will.
+
+  _Bya._ Sir, there's no learning
+  An old stiff Jade to trot, you know the moral.
+
+  _Mar._ Yet as I take it, Sir, I owe no more
+  Than you owe back again.
+
+  _Petru._ You will not Article?
+  All I owe, presently, let me but up, I'll pay.
+
+  _Mar._ Y'are too hot, and such prove Jades at length;
+  You do confess a duty, or respect to me from you again:
+  That's very near, or full the same with mine?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+
+  _Mar._ Then by that duty, or respect, or what
+  You please to have it, go to bed and leave me,
+  And trouble me no longer with your fooling;
+  For know, I am not for you.
+
+  _Petru._ Well, what remedy?
+
+  _Petron._ A fine smart Cudgel. Oh that I were near thee.
+
+  _Bya._ If you had teeth now, what a case were we in!
+
+  _M[o]r._ These are the most authentique Rebels, next
+  _Tyrone_, I ever read of.
+
+  _Mar._ A week hence, or a fortnight, as you bear you,
+  And as I find my will observ'd, I may,
+  With intercession of some friends, be brought
+  May be to kiss you; and so quarterly
+  To pay a little Rent by composition,
+  You understand me?
+
+  _Soph._ Thou Boy thou.
+
+  _Petru._ Well there are more Maids than _Maudlin_, that's my comfort.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, and more men than _Michael_.
+
+  _Petru._ I must not to bed with this stomach, and no meat Lady.
+
+  _Mar._ Feed where you will, so it be sound and wholsome,
+  Else live at Livery, for I'll none with you.
+
+  _By._ You had best back one of the Dairy Maids, they'll carry.
+  But take heed to your girths, you'll get a bruise else.
+
+  _Petru._ Now if thou wouldst come down and tender me:
+  All the delights due to a marriage-bed,
+  Study such kisses as would melt a man,
+  And turn thy self into a thousand Figures,
+  To add new flames unto me, I would stand
+  Thus heavy, thus regardless, thus despising
+  Thee, and thy best allurings: all the beauty
+  That's laid upon your bodies, mark me well,
+  For without doubt your mind's are miserable,
+  You have no Masques for them: all this rare beauty,
+  Lay but the Painter and the Silk-worm by,
+  The Doctor with his Dyets, and the Tailor,
+  And you appear like flea'd Cats, not so handsome.
+
+  _Mar._ And we appear like her that sent us hither,
+  That only excellent and beauteous nature;
+  Truly our selves for men to wonder at,
+  But too divine to handle; we are Gold,
+  In our own natures pure; but when we suffer
+  The husbands stamp upon us, then allays,
+  And base ones of you men are mingled with us,
+  And make us blush like Copper.
+
+  _Petru._ Then, and never
+  Till then are women to be spoken of,
+  For till that time you have no souls I take it:
+  Good night: come Gentlemen; I'll fast for this night,
+  But by this hand, well; I shall come up yet.
+
+  _Mar._ No.
+
+  _Petru._ There will I watch thee like a wither'd Jury,
+  Thou shalt neither have meat, Fire, nor Candle,
+  Nor any thing that's easie: do you rebel so soon?
+  Yet take mercy.
+
+  _By._ Put up your Pipes: to bed Sir, I'll assure you
+  A months siege will not shake us.
+
+  _Moro._ Well said Colonel.
+
+  _Mar._ To bed, to bed _Petruchio_: good night Gentlemen,
+  You'll make my Father sick with sitting up:
+  Here you shall find us any time these ten days,
+  Unless we may march off with our contentment.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll hang first.
+
+  _Mar._ And I'll quarter if I do not,
+  I'll make you know, and fear a wife _Petruchio_,
+  There my cause lies.
+  You have been famous for a woman-tamer,
+  And bear the fear'd-name of a brave Wife-breaker:
+  A woman now shall take those honors off,
+  And tame you; nay, never look so bigg, she shall, believe me,
+  And I am she: what think ye; good night to all,
+  Ye shall find Centinels.
+
+  _By._ If ye dare sally.                               [_Exeunt above._
+
+  _Petro._ The devil's in 'em, ev'n the very devil, the downright devil.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll devil 'em: by these ten bones I will: I'll bring it to
+  the old Proverb, no sport no pie:----taken down i'th' top of all my
+  speed; this is fine dancing: Gentlemen, stick to me. You see our
+  Freehold's touch'd, and by this light, we will beleagure 'em, and
+  either starve 'em out, or make 'em recreant.
+
+  _Petro._ I'll see all passages stopt, but those about 'em:
+  If the good women of the Town dare succor 'em,
+  We shall have wars indeed.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll stand perdue upon 'em.
+
+  _Mor._ My Regiment shall lie before.
+
+  _Jaq._ I think so, 'tis grown too old to stand.
+
+  _Petru._ Let's in, and each provide his tackle,
+  We'll fire 'em out, or make 'em take their pardons:
+  Hear what I say on their bare knees--
+  Am I _Petruchio_, fear'd, and spoken of,
+  And on my wedding night am I thus jaded?                [_Exeunt omn._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Pedro _at several doors._
+
+  _Row._ Now _Pedro_?
+
+  _Ped._ Very busie Master _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ What haste man?
+
+  _Ped._ I beseech you pardon me,
+  I am not mine own man.
+
+  _Row._ Thou art not mad?
+
+  _Ped._ No; but believe me, as hasty--
+
+  _Row._ The cause good _Pedro_?
+
+  _Ped._ There be a thousand Sir; you are not married?
+
+  _Row._ Not yet.
+
+  _Ped._ Keep your self quiet then.
+
+  _Row._ Why?
+
+  _Ped._ You'll find a Fiddle
+  That never will be tun'd else: from all women--               [_Exit._
+
+  _Row._ What ails the fellow tro? _Jaques_?
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your friend Sir.
+  But very full of business.
+
+  _Row._ Nothing but business?
+  Prethee the reason, is there any dying?
+
+  _Jaq._ I would there were Sir.
+
+  _Row._ But thy business?
+
+  _Jaq._ I'll tell you in a word, I am sent to lay
+  An Imposition upon Souse and Puddings,
+  Pasties, and penny Custards, that the women
+  May not relieve yo[n] Rebels: Fare ye well, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ How does my Mistriss?
+
+  _Jaq._ Like a resty jade.
+  She's spoil'd for riding.                              [_Exit_ Jaques.
+
+  _Row._ What a devil ail they?
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  Custards, and penny Pasties, Fools and Fiddles,
+  What's this to th' purpose? Oh well met.
+
+  _Soph._ Now _Rowland_.
+  I cannot stay to talk long.
+
+  _Row._ What's the matter?
+  Here's stirring, but to what end? whither goe you?
+
+  _Soph._ To view the Works.
+
+  _Row._ What Works?
+
+  _Soph._ The womens Trenches.
+
+  _Row._ Trenches? are such to see?
+
+  _Soph._ I do not jest, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot understand you.
+
+  _Soph._ Do not you hear
+  In what a state of quarrel the new Bride
+  Stands with her Husband?
+
+  _Row._ Let him stand with her, and there's an end.
+
+  _Soph._ It should be, but by'r Lady
+  She holds him out at Pikes end, and defies him,
+  And now is fortifi'd, such a Regiment of Rutters
+  Never defied men braver: I am sent
+  To view their preparation.
+
+  _Row._ This is news
+  Stranger than Arms in the air: you saw not
+  My gentle Mistriss?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, and meditating
+  Upon some secret business, when she had found it
+  She leap'd for joy, and laugh'd, and straight retir'd
+  To shun _Moroso_.
+
+  _Row._ This may be for me.
+
+  _Soph._ Will you along?
+
+  _Row._ No.
+
+  _Soph._ Farewel.                                    [_Exit_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel, Sir.
+  What should her musing mean, and what her joy in't,
+  If not for my advantage? stay ye; may not
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _at one door, and_ Moroso _at another, hearkning._
+
+  That bob-tail jade _Moroso_, with his Gold,
+  His gew-gaudes, and the hope she has to send him
+  Quickly to dust, excite this? here she comes,
+  And yonder walks the Stallion to discover:
+  Yet I'll salute her: save you beauteous Mistriss.
+
+  _Liv._ The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you Sir.
+
+  _Row._ Why do you look so strange?
+
+  _Liv._ I use to look Sir
+  Without examination.
+
+  _Mar._ Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.
+
+  _Row._ Belike then
+  The object discontents you?
+
+  _Liv._ Yes it does.
+
+  _Row._ Is't come to this? you know me, do you not?
+
+  _Liv._ Yes, as I may know many by repentance.
+
+  _Row._ Why do you break your faith?
+
+  _Liv._ I'll tell you that too,
+  You are under age, and no band holds upon you.
+
+  _Mor._ Excellent wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Sue out your understanding,
+  And get more hair to cover your bare knuckle;
+  (For boys were made for nothing, but dry kisses)
+  And if you can, more manners.
+
+  _Mor._ Better still.
+
+  _Liv._ And then if I want _Spanish_ Gloves, or Stockings,
+  A ten pound Wastecoat, or a Nag to hunt on,
+  It may be I shall grace you to accept 'em.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel, and when I credit women more,
+  May I to _Smithfield_, and there buy a Jade,
+  (And know him to be so) that breaks my neck.
+
+  _Liv._ Because I have known you, I'll be thus kind to you;
+  Farewel, and be a man, and I'll provide you,
+  Because I see y'are desperate, some staid Chamber-maid
+  That may relieve your youth with wholsome doctrine.
+
+  _Mor._ She's mine from all the world: ha wench?
+
+  _Liv._ Ha Chicken?--            [_gives him a box o' th' ear, and Ex._
+
+  _Mor._ How's this? I do not love these favors: save you.
+
+  _Row._ The devil take thee--                [_wrings him by th' nose._
+
+  _Mor._ Oh!
+
+  _Row._ There's a Love-token for you: thank me now.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll think on some of ye, and if I live,
+  My nose alone shall not be plaid withal.                      [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, _and_ Moroso.
+
+  _Petro._ A Box o'th' ear do you say?
+
+  _Mor._ Yes sure, a sound one,
+  Beside my nose blown to my hand; if _Cupid_
+  Shoot Arrows of that weight, I'll swear devoutly,
+  H'as sued his Livery, and is no more a boy.
+
+  _Petro._ You gave her some ill language?
+
+  _Mor._ Not a word.
+
+  _Petro._ Or might be you were fumbling?
+
+  _Mor._ Would I had Sir.
+  I had been a forehand then; but to be baffl'd,
+  And have no feeling of the cause--
+
+  _Petro._ Be patient,
+  I have a medicine clapt to her back will cure her.
+
+  _Mor._ No sure it must be afore, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ O' my conscience,
+  When I got these two wenches (who till now
+  Ne'r shew'd their riding) I was drunk with Bastard,
+  Whose nature is to form things like it self
+  Heady, and monstrous: did she slight him too?
+
+  _Mor._ That's all my comfort: a meer Hobby-horse
+  She made child _Rowland_: s'foot she would not know him,
+  Not give him a free look, not reckon him
+  Among her thoughts, which I held more than wonder,
+  I having seen her within's three days kiss him
+  With such an appetite as though she would eat him.
+
+  _Petro._ There is some trick in this: how did he take it?
+
+  _Mor._ Ready to cry; he ran away.
+
+  _Petro._ I fear her.
+  And yet I tell you, ever to my anger,
+  She is as tame as innocency; it may be
+  This blow was but a favour.
+
+  _Mor._ I'll be sworn 'twas well tied on then.
+
+  _Petro._ Goe too, pray forget it,
+  I have bespoke a Priest: and within's two hours
+  I'll have ye married; will that please you?
+
+  _Mor._ Yes.
+
+  _Petro._ I'll see it done my self, and give the Lady
+  Such a sound exhortation for this knavery
+  I'll warrant you, shall make her smell this month on't.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay good Sir be not violent.
+
+  _Petro._ Neither--
+
+  _Mor._ It may be
+  Out of her earnest love there grew a longing
+  (As you know women have such toys) in kindness,
+  To give me a box o'th' ear, or so.
+
+  _Petro._ It may be.
+
+  _Mor._ I reckon for the best still: this night then
+  I shall enjoy her.
+
+  _Petro._ You shall handsel her.
+
+  _Mor._ Old as I am, I'll give her one blow for't
+  Shall make her groan this twelve-month.
+
+  _Petro._ Where's your Joynture?
+
+  _Mor._ I have a Joynture for her.
+
+  _Petro._ Have your Council perus'd it yet?
+
+  _Mor._ No Council but the night, and your sweet daughter,
+  Shall e'r peruse that joynture.
+
+  _Petro._ Very well, Sir.
+
+  _Moro._ I'll no demurrers on't, nor no rejoynders.
+  The other's ready seal'd.
+
+  _Petro._ Come then let's comfort
+  My Son _Petruchio_, he's like little Children
+  That loose their baubles, crying ripe.
+
+  _Mor._ Pray tell me,
+  Is this stern woman still upon the flaunt
+  Of bold defiance?
+
+  _Petro._ Still, and still she shall be,
+  Till she be starv'd out, you shall see such justice,
+  That women shall be glad after this tempest,
+  To tie their husbands shooes, and walk their horses.
+
+  _Mor._ That were a merry world: do you hear the rumor?
+  They say the women are in insurrection,
+  And mean to make a--
+
+  _Petro._ They'll sooner
+  Draw upon walls as we do: Let 'em, let 'em,
+  We'll ship 'em out in Cuck-stools, there they'll sail
+  As brave _Columbus_ did, till they discover
+  The happy Islands of obedience.
+  We stay too long, Come.
+
+  _Mor._ Now _St. George_ be with us.                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _alone._
+
+  _Liv._ Now if I can but get in handsomely,
+  Father I shall deceive you; and this night
+  For all your private plotting, I'll no wedlock;
+  I have shifted sail, and find my Sisters safety
+  A sure retirement; pray to heaven that _Rowland_
+  Do not believe too far, what I said to him,
+  For yon old Foxcase forc'd me, that's my fear.
+  Stay, let me see, this quarter fierce _Petruchio_
+  Keeps with his Myrmidons, I must be suddain,
+  If he seize on me, I can look for nothing
+  But Marshal-Law; to this place have I scap'd him;
+  Above there.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byancha _above._
+
+  _Mar._ _Cheval' a._
+
+  _Liv._ A friend.
+
+  _By._ Who are you?
+
+  _Liv._ Look out and know.
+
+  _Mar._ Alas poor wench, who sent thee?
+  What weak fool made thy tongue his Orator?
+  I know you come to parly.
+
+  _Liv._ Y'are deceiv'd,
+  Urg'd by the goodness of your cause, I come
+  To do as you do.
+
+  _Mar._ Y'are too weak, too foolish,
+  To cheat us with your smoothness: do not we know
+  Thou hast been kept up tame?
+
+  _Liv._ Believe me.
+
+  _Mar._ No, prethee good _Livia_
+  Utter thy Eloquence somewhere else.
+
+  _By._ Good Cosin
+  Put up your Pipes; we are not for your palate
+  Alas we know who sent you.
+
+  _Liv._ O' my word--
+
+  _By._ Stay there; you must not think your word,
+  Or by your Maidenhead, or such Sunday oaths,
+  Sworn after Even-Song, can inveigle us
+  To lose our hand-fast: did their wisdoms think
+  That sent you hither, we would be so foolish,
+  To entertain our gentle Sister _Sinon_,
+  And give her credit, while the wooden Jade
+  _Petruchio_ stole upon us: no good Sister,
+  Go home, and tell the merry _Greeks_ that sent you,
+  _Ilium_ shall burn, and I, as did _AEneas_,
+  Will on my back, spite of the _Myrmidons_,
+  Carry this warlike Lady, and through Seas
+  Unknown, and unbeliev'd, seek out a Land,
+  Where like a race of noble _Amazons_
+  We'll root our se[l]ves, and to our endless glory
+  Live, and despise base men.
+
+  _Liv._ I'll second ye.
+
+  _By._ How long have you been thus?
+
+  _Liv._ That's all one, Cosin,
+  I stand for freedom now.
+
+  _By._ Take heed of lying;
+  For by this light, if we do credit you,
+  And find you tripping, his infliction
+  That kill'd the Prince of _Orange_, will be sport
+  To what we purpose.
+
+  _Liv._ Let me feel the heaviest.
+
+  _Mar._ Swear by thy Sweet-heart _Rowland_ (for by your maiden-head,
+  I fear 'twill be too late to swear) you mean
+  Nothing but fair and safe, and honourable
+  To us, and to your self.
+
+  _Liv._ I swear.
+
+  _By._ Stay yet,
+  Swear as you hate _Moroso_, that's the surest,
+  And as you have a certain fear to find him
+  Worse than a poor dry'd _Jack_, full of more aches
+  Than _Autumn_ has; more knavery, and usury,
+  And foolery, and brokery, than dogs-ditch:
+  As you do constantly believe he's nothing
+  But an old empty bag with a grey beard,
+  And that Beard such a bob-tail, that it looks
+  Worse than a Mares tail eaten off with Fillies:
+  As you acknowledge that young handsome wench
+  That lies by such a _Bilboa_ blade that bends
+  With ev'ry pass he makes, to th' hilts, [most] miserable,
+  A dry Nurse to his Coughs, a fewterer
+  To such a nasty fellow, a robb'd thing
+  Of all delights youth looks for: and to end,
+  One cast away on course beef, born to brush
+  That everlasting Cassock that has worn
+  As many servants out, as the Northeast passage
+  Has consum'd Sailors: if you swear this, and truly
+  Without the reservation of a gown
+  Or any meritorious Petticoat,
+  'Tis like we shall believe you.
+
+  _Liv._ I do swear it.
+
+  _Mar._ Stay yet a little; came this wholsome motion
+  (Deal truly Sister) from your own opinion,
+  Or some suggestion of the Foe?
+
+  _Liv._ Nev'r fear me,
+  For by that little faith I have in Husbands,
+  And the great zeal I bear your cause, I come
+  Full of that liberty you stand for, Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ If we believe, and you prove recreant, _Livia_,
+  Think what a maim you give the noble Cause
+  We now stand up for: Think what women shall,
+  An hundred years hence, speak thee, when examples
+  Are look'd for, and so great ones, whose relations,
+  Spoke as we do 'em wench, shall make new customs.
+
+  _By._ If you be false, repent, go home, and pray,
+  And to the serious women of the City
+  Confess your self; bring not a sin so hainous
+  To load thy soul to this place: mark me _Livia_,
+  If thou be'st double, and betray'st our honors,
+  And we fail in our purpose: get thee where
+  There is no women living, nor no hope
+  There ever shall be.
+
+  _Mar._ If a Mothers daughter,
+  That ever heard the name of stubborn husband
+  Find thee, and know thy sin.
+
+  _By._ Nay, if old age,
+  One that has worn away the name of woman,
+  And no more left to know her by, but railing,
+  No teeth, nor eyes, nor legs, but wooden ones
+  Come but i'th' wind-ward of thee, for sure she'll smell thee;
+  Thou'lt be so rank, she'll ride thee like a night-Mare,
+  And say her Prayers back-ward to undo thee:
+  She'll curse thy meat and drink, and when thou marriest,
+  Clap a sound spell for ever on thy pleasures.
+
+  _Mar._ Children of five year old, like little Fairies,
+  Will pinch thee into motley: all that ever
+  Shall live, and hear of thee, I mean all women,
+  Will (like so many furies) shake their keys;
+  And toss their flaming distaffs o'r their heads,
+  Crying revenge: take heed, 'tis hideous:
+  Oh 'tis a fearful office, if thou hadst
+  (Though thou be'st perfect now) when thou cam'st hither,
+  A false imagination, get thee gone,
+  And as my learned Cosin said, repent,
+  This place is sought by soundness.
+
+  _Liv._ So I seek it,
+  Or let me be a most despis'd example.
+
+  _Mar._ I do believe thee, be thou worthy of it.
+  You come not empty?
+
+  _Liv._ No, here's Cakes, and cold meat,
+  And Tripe of proof: behold, here's Wine and Beer,
+  Be suddain, I shall be surpriz'd else.
+
+  _Mar._ Meet at the low parlour door, there lies a close way:
+  What fond obedience you have living in you,
+  Or duty to a man before you enter,
+  Fling it away, 'twill but defile our Off'rings.
+
+  _By._ Be wary as you come.
+
+  _Liv._ I warrant ye.                                        [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Tertia._
+
+        _Enter three Maids._
+
+  _1 Mai._ How goes your business Girls?
+
+  _2._ A foot, and fair.
+
+  _3._ If fortune favour us: away to your strength,
+  The Countrey Forces are arriv'd, be gone,
+  We are discover'd else.
+
+  _1._ Arm, and be valiant.
+
+  _2._ Think of our cause.
+
+  _3._ Our Justice.
+
+  _1._ 'Tis sufficient.                                       [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Tranio _at several doors._
+
+  _Tra._ Now _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ How doe you?
+
+  _Tra._ How dost thou man?
+  Thou look'st ill:
+
+  _[R]ow._ Yes, pray can you tell me _Tranio_,
+  Who knew the devil first?
+
+  _Tra._ A woman.
+
+  _Row._ So. Were they not well acquainted?
+
+  _Tra._ May be so,
+  For they had certain Dialogues together.
+
+  _Row._ He sold her fruit, I take it?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, and Cheese
+  That choak'd all mankind after.
+
+  _Row._ Canst thou tell me
+  Whether that woman ever had a faith
+  After she had eaten?
+
+  _Tra._ That's a School-question
+
+  _Row._ No,
+  'Tis no question, for believe me _Tranio_,
+  That cold fruit after eating bread naught in her
+  But windy promises, and chollick vows
+  That broke out both ways.
+  [Thou] hast heard I am sure
+  Of _Esculapius_, a far famed Surgeon,
+  One that could set together quarter'd Traitors
+  And make 'em honest men.
+
+  _Tra._ How dost thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ Let him but take, (if [h]e dare do a cure
+  Shall get him fame indeed) a faithless woman,
+  There will be credit for him, that will speak him,
+  A broken woman _Tranio_, a base woman,
+  And if he can cure such a rack of honor
+  Let him come here, and practice.
+
+  _Tra._ Now for honors sake,
+  Why what ail'st thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ I am ridden _Tranio_.
+  And spur-gall'd to the life of patience
+  (Heaven keep my wits together) by a thing
+  Our worst thoughts are too noble for, a woman.
+
+  _Tra._ Your Mistriss has a little frown'd it may be?
+
+  _Row._ She was my Mistriss.
+
+  _Tra._ Is she not?
+
+  _R[o]w._ No _Tranio_.
+  She has done me such disgrace, so spitefully
+  So like a woman bent to my undoing,
+  That henceforth a good horse shall be my Mistriss,
+  A good Sword, or a Book: and if you see her,
+  Tell her I [doe] beseech you, even for love sake.--
+
+  _Tra._ I will _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ She may sooner
+  Count the good I have thought her,
+  Our old love and our friendship,
+  Shed one true tear, mean one hour constantly,
+  Be old and honest, married, and a maid,
+  Than make me see her more, or more believe her:
+  And now I have met a messenger, farewel Sir.                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Tra._ Alas poor _Rowland_, I will do it for thee:
+  This is that dog _Moroso_, but I hope
+  To see him cold i'th' mouth first, e'r he enjoy her:
+  I'll watch this young man, desperate thoughts may seize him,
+  And if my purse or council can, I'll ease him.                [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quinta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Petru._ For look you Gentlemen, say that I grant her,
+  Out of my free and liberal love, a pardon,
+  Which you, and all men else know, she deserves not,
+  _(Teneatis amici)_ can all the world leave laughing?
+
+  _Petro._ I think not.
+
+  _Petru._ No by ---- they cannot;
+  For pray consider, have you ever read,
+  Or heard of, or can any man imagine.
+  So stiff a _Tom-boy_, of so set a malice,
+  And such a brazen resolution,
+  As this young Crab-tree? and then answer me,
+  And mark but this too friends, without a cause,
+  Not a foul word come cross her, not a fear,
+  She justly can take hold on, and do you think
+  I must sleep out my anger, and endure it,
+  Sow pillows to her ease, and lull her mischief?
+  Give me a Spindle first: no, no my Masters,
+  Were she as fair as _Nell-a-Greece_, and housewife,
+  As good as the wise Sailors wife, and young still,
+  Never above fifteen, and these tricks to it,
+  She should ride the wild Mare once a week, she should,
+  (Believe me friends she should) I would tabor her,
+  Till all the Legions that are crept into her,
+  Flew out with fire i'th' tails.
+
+  _Soph._ Methinks you err now,
+  For to me seems, a little sufferance
+  Were a far surer cure.
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I can suffer,
+  Where I see promises of peace and amendment.
+
+  _Mor._ Give her a few conditions.
+
+  _Petru._ I'll be hanged first.
+
+  _Petron._ Give her a Crab-tree Cudgel.
+
+  _Petru._ So I will;
+  And after it a flock-bed for her bones.
+  And hard eggs, till they brace her like a Drum,
+  She shall be pamper'd with ----
+  She shall not know a stool in ten months, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Soph._ This must not be.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Arm, arm, out with your weapons,
+  For all the women in the Kingdom's on ye;
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro.
+
+  They swarm like wasps, and nothing can destroy 'em,
+  But stopping of their hive, and smothering of 'em,
+
+  _Ped._ Stand to your guard, Sir, all the devils extant
+  Are broke upon us like a cloud of thunder;
+  There are more women marching hitherward,
+  In rescue of my Mistriss, than e'er turn'd tail
+  At _Sturbridge_ Fair, and I believe, as fiery.
+
+  _Jaq._ The forlorn hope's led by a Tanner's wife,
+  I know her by her Hide, a desperate woman:
+  She flead her Husband in her youth, and made
+  Raynes of his Hide to ride the parish. Take 'em all together,
+  They are a genealogy of Jennets, gotten
+  And born thus by the boisterous breath of Husbands;
+  They serve sure, a[n]d are swift to catch occasion,
+  (I mean their foes or Husbands) by the forelocks,
+  And there they hang like favours; cry they can
+  But more for Noble spight, than fear: and crying
+  Like the old Giants that were foes to heaven,
+  They heave ye stool on stool, and fling main Pot-lids
+  Like massie Rocks, dart Ladles, tossing Irons,
+  And Tongs like Thunderbolts, till overlaid,
+  They fall beneath the weight; yet still aspiring
+  At those Emperious [Codsheads] that would tame 'em.
+  There's ne'r a one of these, the worst and weakest,
+  (Chuse where you will,) but dare attempt the raising,
+  Against the soveraign peace of Puritans,
+  A _May_-pole and a Morris, maugre mainly
+  Their zeal, and Dudgeon-daggers: and yet more,
+  Dares plant a stand of batt'ring Ale against 'em,
+  And drink 'em out o'th' parish.
+
+  _Soph._ Lo you fierce _Petruchio_, this comes of your impatience.
+
+  _Ped._ There's one brought in the Bears against the Canons
+  Of the Town, made it good, and fought 'em.
+
+  _Jaq._ Another to her everlasting fame, erected
+  Two Ale-houses of ease: the Quarter-Sessions
+  Running against her roundly; in which business
+  Two of the disanullers lost their night-caps:
+  A third stood excommunicate by the cudgel;
+  The Constable, to her eternal glory,
+  Drunk hard, and was converted, and she victor.
+
+  _Ped._ Then are they victualed with Pies and Puddings,
+  (The trappings of good Stomachs) noble Ale
+  The true defender, Sausages, and smoak'd ones,
+  If need be, such as serve for Pikes; and Pork,
+  (Better the Jews ne'r hated:) here and there
+  A bottle of _Metheglin_, a stout _Britain_
+  That will stand to 'em; what else they want, they war for.
+
+  _Petru._ Come to council.
+
+  _Soph._ Now you must grant conditions, or the Kingdom
+  Will have no other talke but this.
+
+  _Petron._ Away then, and let's advise the best.
+
+  _Soph._ Why do you tremble?
+
+  _Mor._ Have I liv'd thus long to be knockt o'th' head,
+  With half a Washing-beetle: pray be wise, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Come, something I'll do, but what it is, I know not.
+
+  _Soph._ To Council then, and let's avoid their follies.
+  Guard all the doors, or we shall not have a Cloak left.     [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena_ [_Sexta._]
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Petruchio, Moroso, Sophocles, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ I am indifferent, though I must confess,
+  I had rather see her carted.
+
+  _Tra._ No more of that, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Are ye resolv'd to give her fair conditions?
+  'Twill be the safest way.
+
+  _Petru._ I am distracted,
+  Would I had run my head into a halter
+  When I first woo'd her: if I offer peace,
+  She'll urge her own conditions, that's the devil.
+
+  _Soph._ Why, say she do?
+
+  _Petru._ Say, I am made an Ass, then;
+  I know her aim: may I, with reputation
+  (Answer me this) with safety of mine honor,
+  (After the mighty manage of my first wife,
+  Which was indeed a fury to this Filly,
+  After my twelve strong labours to reclaim her,
+  Which would have made Don _Hercules_ horn mad,
+  And hid him in his Hide) suffer this _Cicely_?
+  E're she have warm'd my sheets, e're grappell'd with me,
+  This Pinck, this painted Foist, this Cockle-boat,
+  To hang her Fights out, and defie me friends,
+  A well known man of war? if this be equal,
+  And I may suffer, say, and I have done?
+
+  _Petron._ I do not think you may.
+
+  _Tra._ You'll make it worse, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray hear me good _Petruchio_: but ev'n now,
+  You were contented to give all conditions,
+  To try how far she would carry: 'Tis a folly,
+  (And you will find it so) to clap the curb on,
+  E're you be sure it proves a natural wildness,
+  And not a forc'd. Give her conditions,
+  For on my life this trick is put into her.
+
+  _Petron._ I should believe so too.
+
+  _Soph._ And not her own.
+
+  _Tra._ You'll find it so.
+
+  _Soph._ Then if she flownder with you,
+  Clap spurs on, and in this you'll deal with temperance,
+  Avoid the hurry of the world.
+
+  _Tra._ And loose.                                     [_Musick above._
+
+  _Mor._ No honor on my life, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I will do it.
+
+  _Petron._ It seems they are very merry.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Petru._ Why [God] hold it.
+
+  _Mor._ Now _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaq._ They are i'th' flaunt, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes we hear 'em.
+
+  _Jaq._ They have got a stick of Fiddles, and they firk it,
+  In wondrous ways, the two grand _Capitano's_,
+  (They brought the Auxiliary Regiments)
+  Dance with their coats tuckt up to their bare breeches,
+  And bid [them] kiss 'em, that's the burden;
+  They have got _Metheglin_, and audacious Ale;
+  And talk like Tyrants.
+
+  _Petron._ How knowest thou?
+
+  _Jaq._ I peept in
+  At a loose Lansket.
+
+  SONG.
+
+    _A Health for all this day
+    To the woman that bears the sway
+                 And wears the breeches;
+                         Let it come, let it come._
+
+    _Let this health be a Seal,
+    For the good of the Common-weal
+                                the woman shall wear the breeches._
+
+    _Lets drink then and laugh it
+    And merrily merrily quaff it
+    And tipple, and tipple a round
+                          here's to thy fool,
+                          and to my fool.
+                          Come, to all fools
+    though it cost us wench, many a pound._
+
+  _Tra._ Hark.
+
+  _Petro._ A Song, pray silence.                 [_All the Women above.
+                                                  Citizens and Countrey
+  _Mor._ They look out.                                  women._
+
+  _Petru._ Good ev'n Ladies.
+
+  _Mar._ Good you good ev'n Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ How have you slept to night?
+
+  _Mar._ Exceeding well Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Did you not wish me with you?
+
+  _Mar._ No, believe me,
+  I never thought upon you.
+
+  _Cun._ Is that he?
+
+  _Bya._ Yes.
+
+  _Cun._ Sir?
+
+  _Soph._ She has drank hard, mark her Hood.
+
+  _Cun._ You are--
+
+  _Soph._ Learnedly drunk, I'll hang else: let her utter.
+
+  _Cun._ And I must tell you, _viva voce_ friend,
+  A very foolish fellow.
+
+  _Tra._ There's an Ale figure.
+
+  _Petru._ I thank you _Susan Brotes_.
+
+  _Cit._ Forward Sister.
+
+  _Cun._ You have espoused here a hearty woman,
+  A comly, and courageous.
+
+  _Petru._ Well, I have so.
+
+  _Cun._ And to the comfort of distressed damsels,
+  Women out-worn in wedlock; and such vessels,
+  This woman has defied you.
+
+  _Petru._ It should seem so.
+
+  _Cun._ And why?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, can you tell?
+
+  _Cun._ For thirteen causes.
+
+  _Petru._ Pray by your patience Mistriss.
+
+  _Cit._ Forward Sister.
+
+  _Petru._ Do you mean to treat of all these?
+
+  _Cit._ Who shall let her?
+
+  _Petro._ Do you hear, Velvet hood, we come not now
+  To hear your doctrine.
+
+  _Cun._ For the first, I take it,
+  It doth divide it self into seven branches.
+
+  _Petru._ Hark you good _Maria_,
+  Have you got a Catechiser here?
+
+  _Tra._ Good zeal.
+
+  _Soph._ Good three pil'd predication, will you peace,
+  And hear the cause we come for?
+
+  _Cun._ Yes bob-tails
+  We know the cause you come for, here's the cause,
+  But never hope to carry her, never dream
+  Or flatter your opinions with a thought
+  Of base repentance in her.
+
+  _Cit._ Give me Sack,
+  By this, and next strong Ale.
+
+  _Cun._ Swear forward Sister.
+
+  _Cit._ By all that's cordial, in this place we'll bury
+  Our bones, fames, tongues, our triumphs and [then] all
+  That ever yet was chronicl'd of woman;
+  But this brave wench, this excellent despiser,
+  This bane of dull obedience, shall inherit
+  His liberal Will, and march off with conditions
+  Noble, and worth her self.
+
+  _Cun._ She shall _Tom Tilers_,
+  And brave ones too, my Hood shall make a Hearse-cloth,
+  And I'll lie under it like _Jone o' Gaunt_,
+  E'r I go less, my Distaff stuck up by me,
+  For the eternal Trophy of my conquests;
+  And loud fame at my head with two main bottles,
+  Shall fill to all the world the glorious fall
+  Of old _Don Gillian_.
+
+  _Cit._ Yet a little further,
+  We have taken Arms in rescue of this Lady;
+  Most just and Noble: if ye beat us off
+  Without conditions, and we recant,
+  Use us as we deserve; and first degrade us
+  Of all our antient chambring: next that
+  The Symbols of our secresie, silk Stockings,
+  Hew of our heels; our petticoats of Arms
+  Tear off our bodies, and our Bodkins break
+  Over our coward heads.
+
+  _Cun._ And ever after
+  To make the tainture most notorious,
+  At all our Crests, _videlicet_ our Plackets,
+  Let Laces hang, and we return again
+  Into our former titles, Da[y]ry-maids.
+
+  _Petru._ No more wars: puissant Ladies, shew conditions
+  And freely I accept 'em.
+
+  _Mar._ Call in _Livia;_
+  She's in the Treaty too.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _above._
+
+  _Mor._ How, _Livia_?
+
+  _Mar._ Hear you that Sir?
+  There's the conditions for ye, pray peruse 'em.
+
+  _Petron._ Yes, there she is: 't had been no right rebellion,
+  Had she held off; what think you man?
+
+  _Mor._ Nay nothing.
+  I have enough o' th' prospect: o' my conscience,
+  The worlds end, and the goodness of a woman
+  Will come together.
+
+  _Petron._ Are you there sweet Lady?
+
+  _Liv._ Cry you mercy Sir, I saw you not: your blessing.
+
+  _Petron._ Yes, when I bless a jade, that stumbles with me.
+  How are the Articles?
+
+  _Liv._ This is for you Sir;
+  And I shall think upon't.
+
+  _Mor._ You have us'd me finely.
+
+  _Liv._ There's no other use of thee now extant,
+  But to be hung up, Cassock, Cap, and all,
+  For some strange monster at Apothecaries.
+
+  _Petron._ I hear you whore.
+
+  _Liv._ It must be his then Sir,
+  For need will then compel me.
+
+  _Cit._ Blessing on thee.
+
+  [_Liv._ He wil undoe me in meere pans of Coles
+  To make him lustie.]
+
+  _Petron._ There's no talking to 'em;
+  How are they Sir?
+
+  _Petru._ As I expected: Liberty and clothes,                 [_Reads._
+  When, and in what way she will: continual moneys,
+  Company, and all the house at her dispose;
+  No tongue to say, why is this? or whether will it;
+  New Coaches, and some buildings, she appoints here;
+  Hangings, and Hunting-horses: and for Plate
+  And Jewels for her private use, I take it,
+  Two thousand pound in present: then for Musick,
+  And women to read _French_;
+
+  _Petron._ This must not be.
+
+  _Petru._ And at the latter end a clause put in,
+  That _Livia_ shall by no man be importun'd,
+  This whole month yet, to marry.
+
+  _Petron._ This is monstrous.
+
+  _Petru._ This shall be done, I'll humor her awhile:
+  If nothing but repentance and undoing
+  Can win her love, I'll make a shift for one.
+
+  _Soph._ When ye are once a bed, all these conditions
+  Lie under your own seal.
+
+  _Mar._ Do you like 'em?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes.
+  And by that faith I gave you 'fore the Priest
+  I'll ratifie 'em.
+
+  _Cun._ Stay, what pledges?
+
+  _Mar._ No, I'll take that oath;
+  But have a care you keep it.
+
+  _Cit._ 'Tis not now
+  As when _Andrea_ liv'd.
+
+  _Cun._ If you do juggle,
+  Or alter but a Letter of these Articles
+  We have set down, the self-same persecution.
+
+  _Mar._ Mistrust him not.
+
+  _Petru._ By all my honesty----
+
+  _Mar._ Enough, I yield.
+
+  _Petron._ What's this Inserted here?
+
+  _Soph._ That the two valiant women that [command] here
+  Shall have a Supper made 'em, and a large one,
+  And liberal entertainment without grudging,
+  And pay for all their soldiers.
+
+  _Petru._ That shall be too;
+  And if a Tun of Wine will serve to pay 'em,
+  They shall have justice: I ordain ye all
+  Pay-masters, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Tra._ Then we shall have sport boys.
+
+  _Mar._ We'll meet you in the Parlor.
+
+  _Petru._ Ne'r look sad, Sir, for I will do it.
+
+  _Soph._ There's no danger in't.
+
+  _Petr[u]._ For _Livia_'s Article you shall observe it,
+  I have ti'd my self.
+
+  _Petron._ I will.
+
+  _Petru._ Along then: now
+  Either I break, or this stiff plant must bow.               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._
+
+        _Enter_ Tranio _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ Come you shall take my counsel.
+
+  _Row._ I shall hang first.
+  I'll no more love, that's certain, 'tis a bane,
+  (Next that they poison Rats with) the most mortal:
+  No, I thank Heaven, I have got my sleep again,
+  And now begin to write sence; I can walk ye
+  A long hour in my chamber like a man,
+  And think of some thing that may better me;
+  Some serious point of Learning, or my state;
+  No more ay-mees, and [miseries] _Tranio_,
+  Come near my brain. I'll tell thee, had the devil
+  But any essence in him of a man,
+  And could be brought to love, and love a woman,
+  'Twould make his head ake worser than his horns do;
+  And firk him with a fire he never felt yet,
+  Would make him dance. I tell thee there is nothing
+  (It may be thy case _Tranio_, therefore hear me:)
+  Under the Sun (reckon the mass of follies
+  Crept into th' world with man) so desperate,
+  So mad, so senceless, poor and base, so wretched,
+  Roguy, and scurvy.
+
+  _Tra._ Whether wilt thou _Rowland_?
+
+  _Row._ As 'tis to be in love.
+
+  _Tra._ And why for virtue sake?
+
+  _Row._ And why for virtue's sake? dost thou not conceive me?
+
+  _Tra._ No by my troth.
+
+  _Row._ Pray then and heartily,
+  For fear thou fall into't: I'll tell thee why too,
+  (For I have hope to save thee) when thou lovest,
+  And first beginst to worship the gilt calf:
+  _Imprimis_, thou hast lost thy gentry,
+  And like a Prentice, flung away thy Freedom,
+  Forthwith thou art a slave.
+
+  _Tr[a]._ That's a new Doctrine.
+
+  _Row._ Next thou art no more man.
+
+  _Tra._ What then?
+
+  _Row._ A Fryppery;
+  Nothing but braided hair and penny ribbond,
+  Glove, Garter, Ring, Rose, or at best a Swabber,
+  If thou canst love so near to keep thy making,
+  Yet thou wilt lose thy language.
+
+  _Tra._ Why?
+
+  _Row._ Oh _Tranio_,
+  Those things in love, ne'r talk as we do.
+
+  _Tra._ No?
+
+  _Row._ No, without doubt, they sigh, and shake the head,
+  And sometimes whistle dolefully.
+
+  _Tra._ No tongue?
+
+  _Row._ Yes _Tranio_, but no truth in't, nor no reason,
+  And when they cant (for 'tis a kind of canting)
+  Ye shall hear, if you reach to understand 'em
+  (Which you must be a fool first, or you cannot)
+  Such gibb'rish; such believe me, I protest Sweet,
+  And oh dear Heavens, in which such constellations
+  Reign at the births of Lovers, this is too well,
+  And daigne me Lady, daigne me I beseech ye
+  You poor unworthy lump, and then she licks him.
+
+  _Tra._ A ---- on't, this is nothing.
+
+  _Row._ Thou hast hit it:
+  Then talks she ten times worse, and wryes, and wriggles,
+  As though she had the Itch (and so it may be.)
+
+  _Tra._ Why thou art grown a strange discoverer.
+
+  _Row._ Of mine own follies _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ Wilt thou _Rowland_,
+  Certain ne'er love again?
+
+  _Row._ I think so, certain,
+  And if I be not dead drunk I shall keep it.
+
+  _Tra._ Tell me but this; what dost thou think of women?
+
+  _Row._ Why, as I think of Fiddles, they delight me,
+  Till their strings break.
+
+  _Tra._ What strings?
+
+  _Row._ Their modesties,
+  Faiths, Vows, and Maidenheads, for they are like Kits
+  They have but four strings to 'em.
+
+  _Tra._ What wilt thou
+  Give me for ten pound now, when thou next lovest,
+  And the same woman still?
+
+  _Row._ Give me the money;
+  A hundred, and my Bond for't.
+
+  _Tra._ But pray hear me,
+  I'll work all means I can to reconcile ye:
+
+  _Row._ Do, do, Give me the money;
+
+  _Tra._ There.
+
+  _Row._ Work _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ You shall go sometimes where she is.
+
+  _Row._ Yes straight.
+  This is the first good I e'er got by woman.
+
+  _Tra._ You would think it strange now, if another beauty
+  As good as hers, say better.
+
+  _Row._ Well.
+
+  _Tra._ Conceive me,
+  This is no point o' th' wager.
+
+  _Row._ That's all one.
+
+  _Tra._ Love you as much, or more, than now she hates you.
+
+  _Row._ 'Tis a good hearing, let 'em love: ten pound more,
+  I never love that woman.
+
+  _Tra._ There it is;
+  And so an hundred, if you lose.
+
+  _Row._ 'Tis done;
+  Have you another to put in?
+
+  _Tra._ No, no Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I am very sorry: now will I erect
+  A new game, and go hate for th' bell; I am sure
+  I am in excellent case to win.
+
+  _Tra._ I must have leave
+  To tell you, and tell truth too, what she is,
+  And how she suffers for you.
+
+  _Row._ Ten pound more,
+  I never believe you.
+
+  _Tra._ No Sir, I am stinted.
+
+  _Row._ Well, take your best way then.
+
+  _Tra._ Let's walk, I am glad
+  Your sullen Feavor's off.
+
+  _Row._ Shalt see me _Tranio_
+  A monstrous merry man now: let's to the Wedding,
+  And as we go, tell me the general hurry
+  Of these mad wenches and their works.
+
+  _Tra._ I will.
+
+  _Row._ And do thy worst.
+
+  _Tra._ Something I'll do.
+
+  _Row._ Do _Tranio_.                                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Ped._ A pair of Stocks bestride 'em, Are they gone?
+
+  _Ja[q]._ Yes they are gone; and all the pans i'th Town
+  Beating before 'em: What strange admonitions
+  They gave my Master, and how fearfully
+  They threaten'd, if he broke 'em?
+
+  _Ped._ O' my Conscience
+  H'as found his full match now.
+
+  _Jaq._ That I believe too.
+
+  _Ped._ How did she entertain him?
+
+  _Jaq._ She lookt on him.
+
+  _Ped._ But scurvely.
+
+  _Jaq._ With no great affection
+  That I saw: and I heard some say he kiss'd her,
+  But 'twas upon a treaty, and some copies
+  Say, but her Cheek.
+
+  _Ped._ _Jaques_, What wouldst thou give
+  For such a Wife now?
+
+  _Jaq._ Full as many P[r]ayers
+  As the most zealous Puritane conceives
+  Out of the meditation of fat Veal,
+  Or Birds of prey, cram'd Capons, against Players,
+  And to as good a tune too, but against her:
+  That heaven would bless me from her: mark it _Pedro_,
+  If this house be not turn'd within this fortnight
+  With the foundation upward, I'll be carted.
+  My comfort is yet, that those _Amorites_,
+  That came to back her cause, those Heathen Whores,
+  Had their Hoods hallowed with Sack.
+
+  _Ped._ How Div'lish drunk they were!
+
+  _Ja[q]._ And how they tumbled, _Pedro_, Didst thou marke
+  The Countrey _Cavaliero_?
+
+  _Ped._ Out upon her,
+  How she turn'd down the Bragget!
+
+  _Jaq._ I that sunk her.
+
+  _Ped._ That Drink was well put to her; What a Somer salt
+  When the chair fel, she fetch'd, with her heels upward!
+
+  _Jaq._ And what a piece of Landskip she discover'd!
+
+  _Ped._ Didst mark her, when her hood fell in the Posset?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, and there rid, like a _Dutch_-Hoy; the Tumbrel,
+  When she had got her ballasse.
+
+  _Ped._ That I saw too.
+
+  _Jaq._ How fain she would have drawn on _Sophocles_
+  To come aboard, and how she simper'd it--
+
+  _Ped._ I warrant her, she has been a worthy striker.
+
+  _Jaq._ I'th heat of Summer there had been some hope on't.
+
+  _Ped._ Hang her.
+
+  _Jaq._ She offer'd him a Harry-groat, and belcht out,
+  Her stomach being blown with Ale, such Courtship,
+  Upon my life has giv'n him twenty stools since:
+  Believe my Calculation, these old Women,
+  When they are tippled, and a little heated,
+  Are like new wheels, they'l roare you all the Town ore
+  Till they be greas'd.
+
+  _Ped._ The City _Cinque-a-pace_
+  Dame Tost and Butter, had the Bob too?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes,
+  But she was sullen drunk, and given to filching,
+  I see her offer at a Spoon; my Master--
+  I do not like his look, I fear h'as fasted
+  For all this preparation; lets steal by him.                [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, _and_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Not let you touch her all this night?
+
+  _Petru._ Not touch her.
+
+  _Soph._ Where was your courage?
+
+  _Petru._ Where was her obedience?
+  Never poor Man was sham'd so; never Rascal
+  That keeps a stud of Whores was us'd so basely.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray you tell me one thing truly;
+  Do you love her?
+
+  _Petru._ I would I did not, upon that condition
+  I past thee half my Land.
+
+  _Soph._ It may be then,
+  Her modesty requir'd a little violence?
+  Some Women love to struggle.
+
+  _Petru._ She had it,
+  And so much that I sweat for't, so I did,
+  But to no end: I washt an _Ethiope_;
+  She swore my force might weary her, but win her
+  I never could, nor should, till she consented;
+  And I might take her body prisoner,
+  But for her mind or appetite--
+
+  _Soph._ 'Tis strange;
+  This woman is the first I ever read of,
+  Refus'd a warranted occasion,
+  And standing on so fair termes.
+
+  _Petru._ I shall quit her.
+
+  _Soph._ Us'd you no more art?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I swore to her,
+  And by no little ones, if presently
+  Without more disputation on the matter,
+  She grew not nearer to me, and dispatcht me
+  Out of the [pain] I was, for I was nettl'd,
+  And willingly, and eagerly, and sweetly,
+  I would to her Chamber-maid, and in her hearing
+  Begin her such a huntes-up.
+
+  _Soph._ Then she started?
+
+  _Petru._ No more than I do now; marry she answered
+  If I were so dispos'd, she could not help it;
+  But there was one call'd _Jaques_, a poor Butler
+  One that might well content a single woman.
+
+  _Soph._ And he should tilt her.
+
+  _Petru._ To that sence, and last
+  She bad me yet these six nights look for nothing
+  Nor strive to purchase it, but fair good night
+  And so good morrow, and a kiss or two
+  To close my stomach, for her vow had seal'd it,
+  And she would keep it constant.
+
+  _Soph._ Stay ye, stay ye,
+  Was she thus when you woo'd her?
+
+  _Petru._ Nothing _Sophocles_,
+  More keenely eager, I was oft afraid
+  She had been light, and easie, she would showre
+  Her kisses so upon me.
+
+  _Soph._ Then I fear
+  An other spoke's i'th wheele.
+
+  _Petru._ Now thou hast found me,
+  There gnawes my Devil, _Sophocles_, O patience
+  Preserve me; that I make her not example
+  By some unworthy way; as fleaing her,
+  Boyling, or making verjuice, drying her.
+
+  _Soph._ I hear her.
+
+  _Petru._ Mark her then, and see the heir
+  Of spight and prodigality, she has studied
+  A way to begger's both, and by this hand
+                            [Maria _at the dore, and Servant and Woman._
+  She shall be, if I live, a Doxy.
+
+  _Soph._ Fy Sir.
+
+  _Mar._ I do not like that dressing, tis too poor,
+  Let me have six gold laces, broad and massy,
+  And betwixt ev'ry lace a rich Embroydry,
+  Line the Gown through with Plush perfum'd, and purffle
+  All the sleeves down with Pearl.
+
+  _Petru._ What think you _Sophocles_.
+  In what point stands my state now?
+
+  _Mar._ For those hangings
+  Let'em be carried where I gave appointment,
+  They are too base for my use, and bespeak
+  New Pieces of the Civil Wars of _France_,
+  Let 'em be large and lively, and all silk work,
+  The borders Gold.
+
+  _Soph._ I marry sir, this cuts it.
+
+  _Mar._ That fourteen yards of Satten give my Woman,
+  I do not like the colour, 'tis too civil:
+  Ther's too much Silk i'th lace too; tell the _Dutchman_
+  That brought the Mares, he must with all speed send me
+  An other suit of Horses, and by all means
+  Ten cast of Hawkes for th' River, I much care not
+  What price they bear, so they be sound, and flying,
+  For the next Winter, I am for the Country;
+  And mean to take my pleasure; where's the Horseman?
+
+  _Petru._ She means to ride a great Horse.
+
+  _Soph._ With a side sadle?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, and shee'l run a tilt within this twelvemonth.
+
+  _Mar._ To morrow I'll begin to learn, but pray sir
+  Have a great care he be an easie doer,
+  'Twill spoil a Scholar else.
+
+  _Soph._ An easie doer,
+  Did you hear that?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes, I shall meet her morals
+  Ere it be long I fear not.
+
+  _Mar._ O good morrow.
+
+  _Soph._ Good morrow Lady, how is't now.
+
+  _Mar._ Faith sickly,
+  This house stands in an ill ayr.
+
+  _Petru._ Yet more charges?
+
+  _Mar._ Subject to rots, and rheums; out on't, 'tis nothing
+  But a tild fog.
+
+  _Petru._ What think you of the Lodge then?
+
+  _Mar._ I like the seat, but 'tis too little, _Sophocles_
+  Let me have thy opinion, thou hast judgment.
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis very well.
+
+  _Mar._ What if I pluck it down,
+  And build a square upon it, with two courts
+  Still rising from the entrance?
+
+  _Petru._ And i'th midst
+  A Colledge for young Scolds.
+
+  _Mar._ And to the Southward
+  Take in a Garden of some twenty Acres,
+  And cast it of the _Italian_ fashion, hanging.
+
+  _Petru._ And you could cast your self so too; pray Lady
+  Will not this cost much Money?
+
+  _Mar._ Some five thousand,
+  Say six: I'll have it Battel'd too.
+
+  _Petru._ And gilt; _Maria_,
+  This is a fearful course you take, pray think on't,
+  You are a Woman now, a Wife, and his
+  That must in honesty, and justice look for
+  Some due obedience from you.
+
+  _Mar._ That bare word
+  Shall cost you many a pound more, build upon't;
+  Tell me of due obedience? What's a Husband?
+  What are we married for, to carry Sumpters?
+  Are we not one peece with you, and as worthy
+  Our own intentions, as you yours?
+
+  _Petru._ Pray hear me.
+
+  _Mar._ Take two small drops of water, equal weigh'd,
+  Tell me which is the heaviest, and which ought
+  First to descend in duty?
+
+  _Petru._ You mistake me;
+  I urge not service from you, nor obedience
+  In way of duty, but of love, and Credit;
+  All I expect is but a noble care
+  Of what I have brought you, and of what I am,
+  And what our name may be.
+
+  _Mar._ That's in my making.
+
+  _Petru._ 'Tis true it is so.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes, it is _Petruchio_,
+  For there was never Man without our molding,
+  Without our stamp upon him, and our justice,
+  Left any thing three ages after him
+  Good, and his own.
+
+  _Soph._ Good Lady understand him.
+
+  _Mar._ I do too much, sweet _Sophocles_, he's one
+  Of a most spightful self condition,
+  Never at peace with any thing but Age,
+  That has no teeth left to return his anger:
+  A Bravery dwells in his blood yet, of abusing
+  His first good wife; he's sooner fire than powder,
+  And sooner mischief.
+
+  _Petru._ If I be so sodain
+  Do not you fear me?
+
+  _Mar._ No nor yet care for you,
+  And if it may be lawful, I defie you:
+
+  _Petru._ Do's this become you now?
+
+  _Mar._ It shall become me.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou disobedient, weak, vain-glorious woman,
+  Were I but half so wilful, as thou spightful,
+  I should now drag thee to thy duty.
+
+  _Mar._ Drag me?
+
+  _Petru._ But I am friends again: take all your pleasure.
+
+  _Mar._ Now you perceive him _Sophocles_.
+
+  _Petru._ I love thee
+  Above thy vanity, thou faithless creature.
+
+  _Mar._ Would I had been so happy when I Married,
+  But to have met an honest Man like thee,
+  For I am sure thou art good, I know thou art honest,
+  A hansome hurtless man, a loving man,
+  Though never a penny with him; and those eyes,
+  That face, and that true heart; weare this for my sake,
+  And when thou think'st upon me pity me:
+  I am cast away.                                           [_Exit_ Mar.
+
+  _Soph._ Why how now man?
+
+  _Petru._ Pray leave me,
+  And follow your advices.
+
+  _Soph._ The Man's jealous:
+
+  _Petru._ I shall find a time ere it be long, to ask you
+  One or two foolish questions.
+
+  _Soph._ I shall answer
+  As well as I am able, when you call me:
+  If she mean true, 'tis but a little killing,
+  And if I do not venture it's--
+  Farewel sir.                                             [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Petru._ Pray farewel. Is there no keeping
+  A Wife to one mans use? no wintering
+  These cattel without straying? 'Tis hard dealing,
+  Very hard dealing, Gentlemen, strange dealing:
+  Now in the name of madness, what Star raign'd,
+  What dog-star, bull, or bear-star, when I married
+  This second wife, this whirlwind, that takes all
+  Within her compass? was I not well warn'd,
+  (I thought I had, and I believe I know it,)
+  And beaten to repentance in the dayes
+  Of my first doting? had I not wife enough
+  To turn my love to? did I want vexation,
+  Or any special care to kill my heart?
+  Had I not ev'ry morning a rare breakfast,
+  Mixt with a learned Lecture of ill language,
+  Louder than _Tom o'Lincoln_; and at dinner,
+  A dyet of the same dish? was there evening
+  That ere past over us, without thou Knave,
+  Or thou Whore for digestion? had I ever
+  A pull at this same poor sport men run mad for
+  But like a Cur I was fain to shew my teeth first,
+  And almost worry her? and did Heaven forgive me,
+  And take this Serpent from me? and am I
+  Keeping tame Devils now again? my heart akes;
+  Something I must do speedily: I'll die,
+  If I can hansomely, for that's the way
+  To make a Rascal of her; I am sick,
+  And I'll go very near it, but I'll perish.                    [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Livia, Byancha, Tranio, _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Liv._ Then I must be content, Sir, with my fortune.
+
+  _Row._ And I with mine.
+
+  _Liv._ I did not think, a look,
+  Or a poor word or two, could have displanted
+  Such a fix'd constancy, and for your end too.
+
+  _Row._ Come, come, I know your courses: there's your gew-gaws,
+  Your Rings, and Bracelets, and the Purse you gave me,
+  The Money's spent in entertaining you
+  At Plays, and Cherry-gardens.
+
+  _Liv._ There's your Chain too.
+  But if you'll give me leave, I'll wear the hair still;
+  I would yet remember you.
+
+  _Bya._ Give him his love wench;
+  The young Man has imployment for't:
+
+  _Tra._ Fie _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ You cannot fie me out a hundred pound
+  With this poor plot: yet, let me ne'r see day more,
+  If something do not struggle strangely in me.
+
+  _Bya._ Young Man, let me talk with you.
+
+  _Row._ Well, young Woman.
+
+  _Bya._ This was your Mistriss once.
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Bya._ Are ye honest?
+  I see you are young, and hansome.
+
+  _Row._ I am honest.
+
+  _Bya._ Why that's well said: and there's no doubt your judgement
+  Is good enough, and strong enough to tell you
+  Who are your foes, and friends: Why did you leave her?
+
+  _Row._ She made a puppy of me.
+
+  _Bya._ Be that granted:
+  She must do so sometimes, and oftentimes;
+  Love were too serious else.
+
+  _Row._ A witty Woman.
+
+  _Bya._ Had you lov'd me--
+
+  _Row._ I would I had.
+
+  _Bya._ And dearly;
+  And I had lov'd you so: you may love worse Sir,
+  But that is not material.
+
+  _Row._ I shall loose.
+
+  _Bya._ Some time or other for variety
+  I should have call'd you Fool, or Boy, or bid you
+  Play with the Pages: but have lov'd you still,
+  Out of all question, and extreamly too;
+  You are a Man made to be loved.
+
+  _Row._ This Woman
+  Either abuses me, or loves me deadly.
+
+  _Bya._ I'll tell you one thing, if I were to choose
+  A Husband to mine own mind, I should think
+  One of your Mothers making would content me,
+  For o' my Conscience she makes good ones.
+
+  _Row._ Lady,
+  I'll leave you to your commendations:
+  I am in again, The Divel take their tongues.
+
+  _Bya._ You shall not goe.
+
+  _Row._ I will: yet thus far _Livia_,
+  Your Sorrow may induce me to forgive you,
+  But never love again; if I stay longer,
+  I have lost two hundred pound.
+
+  _Liv._ Good Sir, but thus much--
+
+  _Tra._ Turn if thou beest a Man.
+
+  _Liv._ But one kiss of you;
+  One parting kiss, and I am gone too.
+
+  _Row._ Come,
+  I shall kiss fifty pound away at this clap:
+  We'll have one more, and then farewel.
+
+  _Liv._ Farewel.
+
+  _Bya._ Well, go thy wayes, thou bear'st a kind heart with thee.
+
+  _Tra._ H'as made a stand.
+
+  _Bya._ A noble, brave young fellow
+  Worthy a Wench indeed.
+
+  _Row._ I will: I will not.                            [_Exit_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ He's gone: but shot agen; play you but your part,
+  And I will keep my promise: forty Angels
+  In fair gold, Lady: wipe your eyes: he's yours
+  If I have any wit.
+
+  _Liv._ I'll pay the forfeit.
+
+  _Bya._ Come then, let's see your sister, how she fares now,
+  After her skirmish: and be sure, _Moroso_
+  Be kept in good hand; then all's perfect, _Livia_.          [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quinta._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Ped._ O _Jaques_, _Jaques_, What becomes of us?
+  Oh my sweet Master.
+
+  _Jaq._ Run for a Physitian,
+  And a whole peck of Pothecaries, _Pedro_.
+  He will die, didle, didle die: if they come not quickly,
+  And bring all People that are skilful
+  In Lungs and Livers: raise the neighbours,
+  And all the _Aquavite_-bottles extant;
+  And, O the Parson, _Pedro_; O the Parson,
+  A little of his comfort, never so little;
+  Twenty to one you find him at the Bush,
+  There's the best Ale.
+
+  _Ped._ I fly.                                           [_Exit_ Pedro.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria, _and_ Servants.
+
+  _Mar._ Out with the Trunks, ho:
+  Why are you idle? Sirha, up to th' Chamber,
+  And take the Hangings down, and see the Linnen
+  Packt up, and sent away within this half hour.
+  What, Are the Carts come yet? some honest body
+  Help down the Chests of Plate, and some the Wardrobe,
+  Alass, we are undone else.
+
+  _Jaq._ Pray forsooth;
+  And I beseech ye, tell me, is he dead yet?
+
+  _Mar._ No, but is drawing on: out with the Armour.
+
+  _Jaq._ Then I'll go see him.
+
+  _Mar._ Thou art undone then Fellow: no Man that has
+  Been neer him come near me.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles, _and_ Petronius.
+
+  _Soph._ Why how now Lady, What means this?
+
+  _Petron._ Now daughter, How does my Son?
+
+  _Mar._ Save all you can for Heavens sake.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia, Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Liv._ Be of good comfort, Sister.
+
+  _Mar._ O my Casket.
+
+  _Petron._ How do's thy Husband Woman?
+
+  _Mar._ Get you gon, if you mean to save your lives: the Sickness.
+
+  _Petron._ Stand further off, I prethee.
+
+  _Mar._ Is i'th house Sir,
+  My Husband has it now;
+  Alas he is infected, and raves extreamly:
+  Give me some Counsel friends.
+
+  _Bya._ Why lock the doors up,
+  And send him in a Woman to attend him.
+
+  _Mar._ I have bespoke two Women; and the City
+  Hath sent a Watch by this time: Meat nor Money
+  He shall not want, nor Prayers.
+
+  _Petron._ How long is't
+  Since it first took him?
+
+  _Mar._ But within this three hours.
+
+        _Enter Watch._
+
+  I am frighted from my wits:--O here's the Watch;
+  Pray doe your Office, lock the doors up Friends,
+  And patience be his Angel.
+
+  _Tra._ This comes unlook'd for:
+
+  _Mar._ I'll to the lodge; some that are kind and love me,
+  I know will visit me.                             [Petruchio _within._
+
+  _Petru._ Doe you hear my Masters: ho, you that lock the doors up.
+
+  _Petron._ 'Tis his voice.
+
+  _Tra._ Hold, and let's hear him.
+
+  _Petru._ Will ye starve me here: am I a Traytor, or an Heretick.
+  Or am I grown infectious?
+
+  _Petron._ Pray sir, pray.
+
+  _Petru._ I am as well as you are, goodman puppy.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray have patience.
+  You shall want nothing Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I want a cudgel,
+  And thee, thou wickedness.
+
+  _Petron._ He speaks well enough.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Had ever a strong heart Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Will ye hear me?
+  First be pleas'd
+  To think I know ye all, and can distinguish
+  Ev'ry Mans several voice: you that spoke first,
+  I know my father in law; the other _Tranio_,
+  And I heard _Sophocles_; the last, pray mark me,
+  Is my dam'd Wife _Maria_:
+  If any Man misdoubt me for infected,
+  There is mine Arme, let any Man look on't.
+
+        _Enter Doctor and Pothecary._
+
+  _Doct._ Save ye Gentlemen.
+
+  _Petron._ O welcome Doctor,
+  Ye come in happy time; pray your opinion,
+  What think you of his pulse?
+
+  _Doct._ It beats with busiest,
+  And shews a general inflammation,
+  Which is the symptome of a pestilent Feaver,
+  Take twenty ounces from him.
+
+  _Petru._ Take a Fool;
+  Take an ounce from mine arme, and Doctor _Deuz-ace_,
+  I'll make a close-stoole of your Velvet Costard.
+  ---- Gentlemen, doe ye make a may-game on me?
+  I tell ye once again, I am as sound,
+  As well, as wholsome, and as sensible,
+  As any of ye all: Let me out quickly,
+  Or as I am a Man, I'll beat the walls down,
+  And the first thing I light upon shall pay for't.
+                                           [_Exit Doctor and Pothecary._
+
+  _Petro._ Nay, we'll go with you Doctor.
+
+  _Mar._ 'Tis the safest;
+  I saw the Tokens Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ Then there is but one way.
+
+  _Petru._ Will it please you open?
+
+  _Tra._ His fit grows stronger still.
+
+  _Mar._ Let's save our selves Sir,
+  He's past all worldly cure.
+
+  _Petro._ Friends do your office.
+  And what he wants, if Money, Love, or Labor,
+  Or any way may win it, let him have it.
+  Farewell, and pray my honest Friends--                      [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Petru._ Why Rascals,
+  Friends, Gentlemen, thou beastly Wife, _Jaques_;
+  None hear me? Who at the door there?
+
+  _1 Watch._ Think I pray Sir,
+  Whether you are going, and prepare your self.
+
+  _2 Watch._ These idle thoughts disturb you, the good Gentlewoman
+  Your Wife has taken care you shall want nothing.
+
+  _Petru._ Shall I come out in quiet? answer me,
+  Or shall I charge a Fowling-Piece, and make
+  Mine own way; two of ye I cannot miss,
+  If I miss three; ye come here to assault me.
+  I am as excellent well, I thank Heaven for't,
+  And have as good a stomach at this instant--
+
+  _2 Watch._ That's an ill sign.
+
+  _1 Watch._ He draws on; he's a dead Man.
+
+  _Petru._ And sleep as soundly; Will ye look upon me?
+
+  _1 Watch._ Do you want Pen and Ink? while you have sense sir,
+  Settle your state.
+
+  _Petru._ Sirs, I am well, as you are;
+  Or any Rascal living.
+
+  _2 Watch._ Would you were Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Look to your selves, and if you love your lives,
+  Open the door, and fly me, for I shoot else;
+  --I'll shoot, and presently, chain-bullets;
+  And under four I will not kill.
+
+  _1 Watch._ Let's quit him,
+  It may be it is a trick: he's dangerous.
+
+  _2 Watch._ The Devil take the hinmost, I cry.   [_Exit Watch running._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio _with a Piece._
+
+  _Petru._ Have among ye;
+  The door shall open too, I'll have a fair shoot;
+  Are ye all gone? tricks in my old dayes, crackers
+  Put now upon me? and, by Lady _Green-sleeves_?
+  Am I grown so tame after all my triumphs?
+  But that I should be thought mad, if I rail'd,
+  As much as they deserve, against these Women,
+  I would now rip up, from the primitive Cuckold,
+  All their arch-villanies, and all their doubles,
+  Which are more than a hunted Hare ere thought on:
+  When a Man has the fairest, and the sweetest
+  Of all their Sex, and as he thinks the noblest,
+  What has he then? and I'll speak modestly,
+  He has a Quartern-ague, that shall shake
+  All his estate to nothing; never cur'd,
+  Nor never dying; He'as a ship to venture
+  His fame, and credit in, which if he Man not
+  With more continual labour than a Gally
+  To make her tith, either she grows a Tumbrel,
+  Not worth the Cloth she wears; or springs more leakes
+  Than all the fame of his posterity
+  Can ever stop again: I could raile twenty dayes;
+  Out on 'em, Hedge-hogs,
+  He that shall touch 'em, has a thousand thorns
+  Runs through his fingers: If I were unmarried,
+  I would do any thing below repentance,
+  Any base dunghill slavery; be a Hang-man,
+  Ere I would be a Husband: O the thousand,
+  Thousand, ten thousand wayes they have to kill us!
+  Some fall with t[o]o much stringing of the Fiddles,
+  And those are fools; some, that they are not suffer'd,
+  And those are Maudlin-lovers: some, like Scorpions,
+  They poyson with their tails, and those are Martyrs;
+  Some dye with doing good, those Benefactors,
+  And leave 'em land to leap away: some few,
+  For those are rarest, they are said to kill
+  With kindness, and fair usage; but what they are
+  My Catalogue discovers not: only 'tis thought
+  They are buried in old Walls, with their heels upward.
+  I could raile twenty dayes together now.
+  I'll seek 'em out, and if I have not reason,
+  And very sensible, why this was done,
+  I'll go a birding yet, and some shall smart for't.            [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso _and_ Petronius.
+
+  _Mor._ That I do love her, is without all question,
+  And most extremely, dearly, most exactly;
+  And that I would ev'n now, this present Monday,
+  Before all others, Maids, Wives, Women, Widows,
+  Of what degree or calling, Marry her,
+  As certain too; but to be made a Whim-wham,
+  A Jib-crack, and a Gentleman o'th first house
+  For all my kindness to her.
+
+  _Petron._ How you take it?
+  Thou get a Wench, thou get a dozen night-caps?
+  Wouldst have her come, and lick thee like a Calfe,
+  And blow thy nose, and buss thee?
+
+  _Mor._ Not so neither.
+
+  _Petron._ What wouldst thou have her do?
+
+  _Mor._ Do as she [sh]ould do;
+  Put on a clean Smock, and to Church, and Marry,
+  And then to Bed a Gods name, this is fair play,
+  And keeps the Kings peace, let her leave her bobs,
+  I have had too many of them, and her quillets,
+  She is as nimble that way as an Ee[le];
+  But in the way she ought to me especially,
+  A sow of Lead is swifter.
+
+  _Petron._ Quoat your griefs down.
+
+  _Mor._ Give fair quarter, I am old and crasie,
+  And subject to much fumbling, I confess it;
+  Yet something I would have that's warme, to hatch me:
+  But understand me I would have it so,
+  I buy not more repentance in the bargain
+  Than the ware's worth I have; if you allow me
+  Worthy your Son-in-Law, and your allowance,
+  Do it a way of credit; let me show so,
+  And not be troubled in my visitations,
+  With blows, and bitterness, and down-right railings,
+  As if we were to couple like two Cats,
+  With clawing, and loud clamour:
+
+  _Petron._ Thou fond Man.
+  Hast thou forgot the Ballad, crabbed age,
+  Can _May_ and _January_ match together,
+  And nev'r a storm between 'em? say she abuse thee,
+  Put case she doe.
+
+  _Mor._ Well.
+
+  _Petron._ Nay, believe she do's.
+
+  _Mor._ I do believe she do's.
+
+  _Petron._ And div'lishly:
+  Art thou a whit the worse?
+
+  _Mor._ That's not the matter,
+  I know, being old, tis fit I am abus'd;
+  I know 'tis hansome, and I know moreover
+  I am to love her for't.
+
+  _Petron._ Now you come to me.
+
+  _Mor._ Nay more than this; I find too, and find certain,
+  What Gold I have, Pearle, Bracelets, Rings, or Owches,
+  Or what she can desire, Gowns, Petticotes,
+  Wastcotes, Embroydered-stockings, Scarffs, Cals, Feathers,
+  Hats, five pound Garters, Muffs, Masks, Ruffs, and Ribands,
+  I am to give her for't.
+
+  _Petron._ 'Tis right, you are so.
+
+  _Mor._ But when I have done all this, and think it duty,
+  Is't requisit an other bore my nostrils?
+  Riddle me that.
+
+  _Petron._ Go get you gone, and dreame
+  She's thine within these two dayes, for she is so;
+  The Boy's beside the saddle: get warm broths,
+  And feed a pace; think not of worldly business,
+  It cools the blood; leave off your tricks, they are hateful,
+  And meere fore-runners of the ancient measures;
+  Contrive your beard o'th top cut like _Verdugoes_;
+  It shows you would be wise, and burn your night-cap,
+  It looks like half a winding-sheet, and urges
+  From a young Wench nothing but cold repentance:
+  You may eate Onyons, so you'l not be lavish.
+
+  _Mor._ I am glad of that.
+
+  _Petron._ They purge the blood, and quicken,
+  But after 'em, conceive me, sweep your mouth,
+  And where there wants a tooth, stick in a clove.
+
+  _Mor._ Shall I hope once again, say't.
+
+  _Petra._ You shall Sir:
+  And you shall have your hope.
+
+  _Moro._ Why there's a match then.
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Byan._ You shall not find me wanting, get you gone.
+  Here's the old Man, he'l think you are plotting else
+  Something against his new Son.                         [_Exit_ Tranio.
+
+  _Moro._ Fare ye well Sir.                              [_Exit_ Moroso.
+
+    Byan. _And ev'ry Buck had his Doe,
+    And ev'ry Cuckold a Bell at his Toe:
+    Oh what sport should we have then, then Boyes then,
+      Oh what sport should we have then?_
+
+  _Petro._ This is the spirit, that inspires 'em all.
+
+  _By._ Give you good ev'n.
+
+  _Petro._ A word with you Sweet Lady.
+
+  _By._ I am very hasty, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ So you were ever.
+
+  _By._ Well, What's your will?
+
+  _Petro._ Was not your skilful hand
+  In this last stratagem? Were not your mischiefs
+  Eeking the matter on?
+
+  _By._ In's shutting up?
+  Is that it?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes.
+
+  _By._ I'll tell you.
+
+  _Petro._ Doe.
+
+  _By._ And truly.
+  Good old Man, I do grieve exceeding much,
+  I fear too much.
+
+  _Petro._ I am sorry for your heaviness.
+  Belike you can repent then?
+
+  _By._ There you are wide too.
+  Not that the thing was done (conceive me rightly)
+  Do's any way molest me.
+
+  _Petro._ What then Lady?
+
+  _By._ But that I was not in't, there's my sorrow, there
+  Now you understand me, for I'll tell you,
+  It was so sound a piece, and so well carried,
+  And if you mark the way, so hansomely,
+  Of such a heighth, and excellence, and art
+  I have not known a braver; for conceive me,
+  When the gross fool her Husband would be sick--
+
+  _Petro._ Pray stay.
+
+  _By._ Nay, good, your patience: and no sence for't,
+  Then stept your daughter in.
+
+  _Petro._ By your appointment.
+
+  _By._ I would it had, on that condition
+  I had but one half smock, I like it so well;
+  And like an excellent cunning Woman, cur'd me
+  One madness with another, which was rare,
+  And to our weak beliefs, a wonder.
+
+  _Petro._ Hang ye,
+  For surely, if your husband look not to ye,
+  I know what will.
+
+  _By._ I humbly thank your worship.
+  And so I take my leave.
+
+  _Petro._ You have a hand I hear too.
+
+  _By._ I have two Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ In my young daughters business.
+
+  _By._ You will find there
+  A fitter hand than mine, to reach her frets,
+  And play down diddle to her.
+
+  _Petro._ I shall watch ye.
+
+  _By._ Do.
+
+  _Petro._ And I shall have Justice.
+
+  _By._ Where?
+
+  _Petro._ That's all one;
+  I shall be with you at a turne hence forward.
+
+  _By._ Get you a Posset too; and so good ev'n Sir.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Jaques, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Jaq._ And as I told your worship, all the hangings,
+  Brass, Pewter, Plate, ev'n to the very looking-glasses.
+
+  _Ped._ And that that hung for our defence, the Armor,
+  And the March Beere was going too: Oh _Jaques_
+  What a sad sight was that!
+
+  _Jaq._ Even the two Rundlets,
+  The two that was our hope, of Muskadel,
+  (Better nev'r tongue tript over) those two Cannons,
+  To batter brawn withal at _Christmass_, Sir,
+  Ev'n those two lovely Twyns, the Enemy
+  Had almost cut off clean.
+
+  _Petru._ Goe trim the House up.
+  And put the things in order as they were.       [_Ex._ Ped. _and_ Jaq.
+  I shall find time for all this: could I find her
+  But constant any way, I had done my business;
+  Were she a Whore directly, or a Scold,
+  An unthrift, or a Woman made to hate me,
+  I had my wish, and knew which way to rayne her:
+  But while she shews all these, and all their losses,
+  A kind of linsey woolsey, mingled mischief
+  Not to be ghest at, and whether true, or borrowed,
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  Not certain neither, What a hap had I,
+  And what a tydie fortune, when my fate
+  Flung me upon this Bear-whelp! here she comes,
+  Now, if she have a colour, for the fault is
+  A cleanly one, upon my Conscience
+  I shall forgive her yet, and find a something
+  Certain, I Married for: her wit: I'll marke her.
+
+  _Mar._ Not let his Wife come near him in his sickness?
+  Not come to comfort him? she that all Laws
+  Of heaven, and Nations have ordain'd his second,
+  Is she refus'd? and two old Paradoxes,
+  Pieces of five and fifty, without faith
+  Clapt in upon him? h'as a little pet,
+  That all young Wives must follow necessary,
+  Having their Maiden-heads--
+
+  _Petru._ This is an Axiome
+  I never heard before.
+
+  _Mar._ Or say Rebellion,
+  If we durst be so foul, which two fair words
+  Alas win us from, in an hour, an instant,
+  We are so easie, make him so forgetful
+  Both of his reason, honesty, and credit,
+  As to deny his Wife a visitation?
+  His Wife, that (though she was a little foolish,)
+  Lov'd him, Oh Heaven forgive her for't! nay doted,
+  Nay had run mad, had she not married him.
+
+  _Petru._ Though I do know this falser than the Devil,
+  I cannot choose but love it.
+
+  _Mar._ What do I know
+  But those that came to keep him, might have kill'd him,
+  In what a case had I been then? I dare not
+  Believe him such a base, debosh'd companion,
+  That one refusal of a tender Maid
+  Would make him faign this Sickness out of need,
+  And take a Keeper to him of Fourscore
+  To play at _Billiards_; one that mew'd content
+  And all her teeth together; not come near him?
+
+  _Petru._ This Woman would have made a most rare Jesuite,
+  She can prevaricate on any thing:
+  There was not to be thought a way to save her
+  In all imagination, beside this.
+
+  _Mar._ His unkind dealing, which was worst of all,
+  In sending, who knowes whether, all the plate,
+  And all the houshold-stuffe, had I not crost it,
+  By a great providence, and my friends assistance
+  Which he will thank me one day for: alas,
+  I could have watch'd as well as they, have serv'd him
+  In any use, better, and willinger.
+  The Law commands me to do it, love commands me,
+  And my own duty charges me.
+
+  _Petru._ Heav'n bless me.
+  And now I have said my Prayers, I'll go to her:
+  Are you a Wife for any Man?
+
+  _Mar._ For you Sir.
+  If I were worse, I were better; That you are well,
+  At least, that you appear so, I thank Heaven,
+  Long may it hold, and that you are here, I am glad too;
+  But that you have abus'd me wretchedly,
+  And such a way that shames the name of Husband,
+  Such a malicious mangy way, so mingled,
+  (Never look strangely on me, I dare tell you)
+  With breach of honesty, care, kindness, manners.
+
+  _Petru._ Holla, you kick too fast.
+
+  _Mar._ Was I a stranger?
+  Or had I vow'd perdition to your person?
+  Am I not Married to you, tell me that?
+
+  _Petru._ I would I could not tell you.
+
+  _Mar._ Is my presence,
+  The stock I come of, which is worshipful,
+  If I should say Right worshipful, I ly'd not,
+  My Grandsire was a Knight.
+
+  _Petru._ O'the Shire?
+
+  _Mar._ A Soldier,
+  Which none of all thy Family e're heard of,
+  But one conductor of thy name, a Grasier
+  That ran away with pay: or am I grown
+  (Because I have been a little peevish to you,
+  Onely to try your temper) such a dogge-leech
+  I could not be admitted to your presence?
+
+  _Petru._ If I endure this, hang me.
+
+  _Mar._ And two deaths heads,
+  Two _Harry_ Groats, that had their faces worn,
+  Almost their names away too.
+
+  _Petru._ Now hear me.
+  For I will stay no longer.
+
+  _Mar._ This you shall:
+  How ever you shall think to flatter me,
+  For this offence, which no submission
+  Can ever mediate for, you'l find it so,
+  What ever you shall do by intercession,
+  What you can offer, what your Land can purchase,
+  What all your friends, or families can win,
+  Shall be but this, not to forswear your knowledge,
+  But ever to forbear it: now your will Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou art the subtlest Woman I think living,
+  I am sure the lewdest; now be still, and mark me;
+  Were I but any way addicted to the Devil,
+  I should now think I had met a play-fellow
+  To profit by, and that way the most learned
+  That ever taught to murmur. Tell me thou,
+  Thou most poor, paltry spiteful Whore: Do you cry?
+  I'll make you roare, before I leave.
+
+  _Mar._ Your pleasure.
+
+  _Petru._ Was it not sin enough, thou Fruiterer,
+  Full of the fall thou eat'st: thou Devils Broker,
+  Thou Seminary of all sedition,
+  Thou Sword of veng'ance, with a thred hung o're us,
+  Was it not sin enough, and wickedness
+  In full abundance? Was it not vexation
+  At all points, _cap a pe_? nay, I shall pinch you,
+  Thus like a rotten Rascal to abuse
+  The name of Heaven, the tye of Marriage,
+  The honour of thy Friends; the expectation
+  Of all that thought thee virtuous, with Rebellion,
+  Childish and base Rebellion, but continuing
+  After forgiveness too, and worse, your mischief,
+  And against him, setting the hope of Heaven by,
+  And the dear reservation of his honor
+  Nothing above ground could have won to hate thee:
+  Well, goe thy wayes.
+
+  _Mar._ Yes.
+
+  _Petru._ You shall hear me out first:
+  What punishment may'st thou deserve, thou thing,
+  Thou Idle thing of nothing, thou pull'd Primrose,
+  That two hours after, art a Weed, and wither'd,
+  For this last flourish on me? am I one
+  Selected out of all the Husbands living,
+  To be so ridden by a Tit of ten pence,
+  Am I so blind and Bed-rid? I was mad,
+  And had the Plague, and no Man must come near me,
+  I must be shut up, and my substance bezel'd,
+  And an old Woman watch me.
+
+  _Mar._ Well Sir, well,
+  You may well glory in't.
+
+  _Petru._ And when it comes to opening, 'tis my plot,
+  I must undoe my self forsooth: do'st hear me?
+  If I should beat thee now, as much may be,
+  Do'st thou not well deserve it, o' thy Conscience,
+  Do'st thou not cry, come beat me?
+
+  _Mar._ I defie you.
+  And my last loving tears farewell: the first stroke,
+  The very first you give me, if you dare strike,
+  Try me, and you shall find it so, for ever,
+  Never to be recall'd: I know you love me,
+  Mad till you have enjoy'd me; I do turne
+  Utterly from you, and what Man I meet first
+  That has but spirit to deserve a favour,
+  Let him bear any shape, the worse the better.
+  Shall kill you, and enjoy me; what I have said
+  About your foolish sickness, e're you have me
+  As you would have me, you shall swear, is certain,
+  And challenge any Man, that dares deny it;
+  And in all companies approve my actions,
+  And so farewell for this time.                             [_Ex._ Mar.
+
+  _Petru._ Grief goe with thee,
+  If there be any witchcrafts, herbes, or potions,
+  Saying my Prayers backward, Fiends, or Fayries
+  That can again unlove me, I am made.                          [_Exit._
+
+
+  _Scaena Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Tra._ Mistress, you must do it.
+
+  _By._ Are the Writings ready I told you of?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes they are ready, but to what use I know not.
+
+  _By._ Y'are an Ass, you must have all things constru'd.
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, and pierc'd too,
+  Or I find little pleasure.
+
+  _By._ Now you are knavish,
+  Goe too, fetch _Rowland_ hither presently,
+  Your Twenty [pound] lies bleeding else: she is married
+  Within these twelve hours, if we cross it not,
+  And see the Papers of one size.
+
+  _Tra._ I have ye.
+
+  _By._ And for disposing of 'em.
+
+  _Tra._ If I fail you
+  Now I have found the way, use Marshal Law
+  And cut my head off with a hand Saw:
+
+  _By._ Well Sir.
+  _Petronius_ and _Moroso_ I'll see sent for,
+  About your business; goe.
+
+  _Tra._ I am gone.                                          [_Ex._ Tra.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia.
+
+  _By._ Ho _Livia_.
+
+  _Liv._ Who's that?
+
+  _By._ A friend of yours, Lord how you look now,
+  As if you had lost a Carrack.
+
+  _Liv._ O _Byancha_.
+  I am the most undone, unhappy Woman.
+
+  _By._ Be quiet Wench, thou shalt be done, and done,
+  And done, and double done, or all shall split for't,
+  No more of these minc'd passions, they are mangy,
+  And ease thee of nothing, but a little Wind,
+  An Apple will do more: thou fear'st _Moroso_.
+
+  _Liv._ Even as I fear the Gallowes.
+
+  _By._ Keep thee there still.
+  And you love _Rowland_? say.
+
+  _Liv._ If I say not,
+  I am sure I lye.
+
+  _By._ What wouldst thou give that Woman,
+  In spight of all his anger, and thy fear,
+  And all thy Fathers policy, that could
+  Clap ye within these two nights quietly
+  Into a Bed together?
+
+  _Liv._ How?
+
+  _By._ Why fairly,
+  At half sword man and wife: now the red blood comes,
+  I marry now the matters chang'd.
+
+  _Liv._ _Byancha_,
+  Methinks you should not mock me.
+
+  _By._ Mock a pudding.
+  I speak good honest _English_, and good meaning.
+
+  _Liv._ I should not be ungrateful to that Woman.
+
+  _By._ I know thou would'st not, follow but my Councel,
+  And if thou hast him not, despite of fortune
+  Let me nev'r know a good night more; you must
+  Be very sick o'th instant.
+
+  _Liv._ Well, what follows?
+
+  _By._ And in that sickness send for all your friends,
+  Your Father, and your feaver old _Moroso_,
+  And _Rowland_ shall be there too.
+
+  _Liv._ What of these?
+
+  _By._ Do you not twitter yet? of this shall follow
+  That which shall make thy heart leap, and thy lips
+  Venture as many kisses, as the Merchants
+  Doe Dollars to the _East-Indies_: you shall know all,
+  But first walke in, and practise, pray be sick.
+
+  _Liv._ I do believe you: and I am sick.
+
+  _By._ Doe,
+  To bed then, come, I'll send away your Servants
+  Post for your Fool, and Father; and good fortune,
+  As we meane honesty, now strike an up-shot.               [_Ex[e]unt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Tranio, _and_ Rowland.
+
+  _Tra._ Nay, on my conscience, I have lost my Money,
+  But that's all one: I'll never more perswade you,
+  I see you are resolute, and I commend you.
+
+  _Row._ But did she send for me?
+
+  _Tra._ You dare believe me.
+
+  _Row._ I cannot tell, you have your wayes for profit
+  Allow'd you _Tranio_, as well as I
+  Have to avoid 'em [feare].
+
+  _Tra._ No, on my word, Sir,
+  I deale directly with you.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Row._ How now fellow,
+  Whither Post you so fast?
+
+  _Ser._ O sir my Master,
+  Pray did you see my Master?
+
+  _Row._ Why your Master?
+
+  _Ser._ Sir his Jewel.
+
+  _Row._ With the gilded Button?
+
+  _Serv._ My pretty Mistress _Livia_.
+
+  _Row._ What of her?
+
+  _Serv._ Is falen sick o'th suddain.
+
+  _Row._ How o'th sullens?
+
+  _Ser._ O'th suddain Sir, I say, very sick:
+
+  _Row._ It seems she hath got the toothach with raw Apples.
+
+  _Ser._ It seemes you have got the headach, fare you well Sir.
+  You did not see my Master?
+
+  _Row._ Who told you so?
+
+  _Tra._ No, no, he did not see him.
+
+  _Row._ Farewell Blew-bottle.                           [_Ex. Servant._
+  What should her sickness be?
+
+  _Tra._ For you it may be.
+
+  _Row._ Yes, when my braines are out, I may believe it,
+  Never before I am sure: Yet I may see her;
+  'Twill be a point of honesty:
+
+  _Tra._ It will so.
+
+  _Row._ It may be not too: you would fain be fing'ring
+  This old sin-offring of two hundred, _Tranio_,
+  How daintily, and cunningly you drive me
+  Up like a Deer to'th toyle, yet I may leap it,
+  And what's the Woodman then?
+
+  _Tra._ A loser by you.
+  Speak, Will you go or not? to me 'tis equal.
+
+  _Row._ Come, What goes less?
+
+  _Tra._ Nay, not a penny _Rowland_.
+
+  _Row._ Shall I have liberty of conscience,
+  Which, by interpretation, is ten kisses?
+  Hang me if I affect: her: yet it may be,
+  This whorson manners will require a strugling,
+  Of two and twenty, or by'r-Lady thirty.
+
+  _Tra._ By'r-Lady I'll require my wager then,
+  For if you kiss so often, and no kindness,
+  I have lost my speculation, I'll allow you--
+
+  _Row._ Speak like a Gamster now.
+
+  _Tra._ It may be two.
+
+  _Row._ Under a dozen _Tranio_, there's no setting,
+  You shall have forty shillings, winck at small faults.
+  Say I take twenty, come, by all that's honest
+  I do it but to vex her.
+
+  _Tra._ I'll no by-blowes.
+  If you can love her, doe, if you can, hate her,
+  Or any else that loves you--
+
+  _Row._ Prethee _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ Why farewell twenty pound, 'twill not undoe me;
+  You have my resolution.
+
+  _Row._ And your Money,
+  Which since you are so stubborn, if I forfeit,
+  Make me a _Jack o' Lent_, and break my shins
+  For untag'd Points and Compters: I'll goe with you,
+  But if thou gett'st a penny by the bargain;
+  A parting kiss is lawful?
+
+  _Tra._ I allow it.
+
+  _Row._ Knock out my brains with Apples; yet a bargain:
+
+  _Tra._ I tell you, I'll no bargains; win, and wear it.
+
+  _Row._ Thou art the strangest fellow.
+
+  _Tra._ That's all one.
+
+  _Row._ Along then, twenty pound more if thou dar'st,
+  I give her not a good word.
+
+  _Tra._ Not a Penny.                                         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petruchio, Jaques, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Petru._ Prethee, entreat her come, I will not trouble her
+  Above a word or two; ere I endure                       [_Exit_ Pedro.
+  This life and with a Woman, and a vow'd one
+  To all the mischiefs she can lay upon me,
+  I'll go to Plough [again], and eate Leeke Porridge;
+  Begging's a pleasure to't, not to be number'd:
+  No there be other Countries _Jaques_ for me and other people, yea,
+          and other women.
+  If I have need here's Money, there's your ware,
+  Which is faire dealing, and the Sun, they say,
+  Shines as warme there, as here, and till I have lost
+  Either my self, or her, I care not whether
+  Nor which first.
+
+  _Jaq._ Will your worship hear me?
+
+  _Petru._ And utterly outworne the memory
+  Of such a curse as this, none of my Nation
+  Shall ever know me more.
+
+  _Jaq._ Out alas Sir.
+  What a strange way doe you run!
+
+  _Petru._ Any way,
+  So I out-run this Rascal.
+
+  _Jaq._ Me thinks now,
+  If your good worship could but have the patience.
+
+  _Petru._ The patience, why the patience?
+
+  _Jaq._ Why I'll tell you,
+  Could you but have the patience.
+
+  _Petru._ Well the patience.
+
+  _Jaq._ To laugh at all she do's, or when she railes,
+  To have a Drum beaten o'th top o'th house,
+  To give the neighbors warning of her Larme,
+  As I do when my Wife rebels.
+
+  _Petru._ Thy Wife?
+  Thy Wife's a Pigeon to her, a meere slumber,
+  The dead of night's not stiller.
+
+  _Jaq._ Nor an Iron Mill.
+
+  _Petru._ But thy Wife is certain.
+
+  _Jaq._ That's false Doctrine,
+  You never read of a certain Woman.
+
+  _Petru._ Thou know'st her way.
+
+  _Jaq._ I should doe, I am sure.
+  I have ridden it night, and day, this twenty year.
+
+  _Petru._ But mine is such a drench of Balderdash,
+  Such a strange carded cunningness, the Rayne-bow
+  When she hangs bent in Heaven, sheds not her colours
+  Quicker, and more, than this deceitful Woman
+
+        _Enter_ Ped.
+
+  Weaves in her dye's of wickedness: what sayes she?
+
+  _Ped._ Nay not a word sir, but she pointed to me,
+  As though she meant to follow; pray sir bear it
+  Ev'n as you may, I need not teach your worship,
+  The best men have their crosses, we are all mortal.
+
+  _Petru._ What ailes the fellow?
+
+  _Ped._ And no doubt she may Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ What may she, or what do's she, or what is she?
+  Speak and be hang'd.
+
+  _Ped._ She's mad Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Heaven continue it.
+
+  _Ped._ Amen if't be his pleasure.
+
+  _Petru._ How mad is she?
+
+  _Ped._ As mad as heart can wish Sir: she has drest her self
+  (Saving your worships reverence) just i'th' cut
+  Of one of those that multiply i'th Suburbs
+  For single Money, and as durtily:
+  If any speak to her, first she whistles,
+  And then begins her compass with her fingers,
+  And points to what she would have.
+
+  _Petru._ What new way's this?
+
+  _Ped._ There came in Master _Sophocles_.
+
+  _Petru._ And what
+  Did Master _Sophocles_ when he came in?
+  Get my Truncks ready, sirha, I'll be gone straight.
+
+  _Ped._ He's here to tell you
+  She's horne mad _Jaques_.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Call ye this a Woman?
+
+  _Petru._ Yes sir, she is a Woman.
+
+  _Soph._ Sir, I doubt it.
+
+  _Petru._ I had thought you had made experience.
+
+  _Soph._ Yes, I did so.
+  And almost with my life.
+
+  _Petru._ You rid too fast, Sir.
+
+  _Soph._ Pray be not mistaken: by this hand
+  Your wife's as chaste, and honest as a Virgin,
+  For any thing I know: 'tis true she gave me
+  A Ring.
+
+  _Petru._ For rutting.
+
+  _Soph._ You are much deceiv'd still,
+  Believe me, I never kist her since, and now
+  Coming in visitation, like a friend,
+  I think she is mad, Sir, suddainly she started,
+  And snatch'd the Ring away, and drew her knife out,
+  To what intent I know not.
+
+  _Petru._ Is this certain?
+
+  _Soph._ As I am here, Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ I believe you honest.
+  And pray continue so.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Soph._ She comes.
+
+  _Petru._ Now Damsel,
+  What will your beauty do if I forsake you?
+  Do you deal by signs, and tokens? as I ghess then,
+  You'll walk abroad, this Summer, and catch Captains,
+  Or hire a piece of holy ground i' th' Suburbs,
+  And keep a Nest of Nuns?
+
+  _Soph._ Oh do not stir her!
+  You see in what a case she is?
+
+  _Petru._ She is dogged,
+  And in a beastly case I am sure: I'll make her,
+  If she have any tongue, yet tattle. _Sophocles_,
+  Prethee observe this woman seriously,
+  And eye her well, and when thou hast done, but tell me
+  (For thou hast understanding) in what case
+  My sense was, when I chose this thing.
+
+  _Soph._ I'll tell you
+  I have seen a sweeter--
+
+  _Petru._ An hundred times cry Oisters.
+  There's a poor Begger-wench about _Black-Fryers_
+  Runs on her breech, may be an Empress to her.
+
+  _Soph._ Nay, now you are too bitter.
+
+  _Petr[u]._ Nev'r a whit Sir:
+  I'll tell thee woman; for now I have day to see thee,
+  And all my wits about me, and I speak
+  Not out of passion neither (leave your mumping)
+  I know you're well enough: Now would I give
+  A million but to vex her: when I chose thee
+  To make a Bedfellow, I took more trouble,
+  Than twenty Terms can come to, such a cause,
+  Of such a title, and so everlasting
+  That _Adams_ Genealogie may be ended
+  E'r any Law find thee: I took a Leprosie,
+  Nay worse, the plague, nay worse yet, a possession
+  And had the devil with thee, if not more:
+  And yet worse, was a beast, and like a beast
+  Had my reward, a Jade to fling my fortunes;
+  For who that had but reason to distinguish
+  The light from darkness, wine from water, hunger
+  From full satiety, and Fox from Fern-bush
+  That would have married thee?
+
+  _Soph._ She is not so ill.
+
+  _Petru._ She's worse than I dare think of: she's so lewd;
+  No Court is strong enough to bear her cause,
+  She hath neither manners, honesty, behaviour,
+  Wife-hood, nor woman-hood, nor any mortal
+  Can force me think she had a mother: no
+  I do believe her stedfastly, and know her
+  To be a Woman-wolfe by transmigration,
+  Her first forme was a Ferrets under-ground,
+  She kils the memories of men: not yet?
+
+  _Soph._ Do you think she's sensible of this?
+
+  _Petru._ I care not,
+  Be what she will: the pleasure I take in her,
+  Thus I blow off; the care I took to love her,
+  Like this point, I untie, and thus I loose it;
+  The husband I am to her, thus I sever;
+  My vanity farewel: yet, for you have been
+  So near me, as to bear the name of wife,
+  My unquench'd charity shall tell you thus much,
+  (Though you deserve it well) you shall not beg,
+  What I ordain'd your Joynture, honestly
+  You shall have setled on you: and half my house,
+  The other half shall be imploy'd in prayers,
+  (That meritorious charge I'll be at also
+  Yet to confirm you _Christian_) your apparel,
+  And what belongs to build up such a folly,
+  Keep I beseech you, it infects our uses,
+  And now I am for travel.
+
+  _Mar._ Now I love you,
+  And now I see you are a man, I'll talke to you,
+  And I forget your bitterness.
+
+  _Soph._ How now man?
+
+  _Petru._ Oh _Pliny_, if thou wilt be ever famous
+  Make but this woman all thy wonders.
+
+  _Mar._ Sure Sir
+  You have hit upon a happy course, a blessed,
+  And what will make you virtuous?
+
+  _Petru._ She'll ship me.
+
+  _Mar._ A way of understanding I long wish'd for,
+  And now 'tis come, take heed you fly not back Sir,
+  Methinks you look a new man to me now,
+  A man of excellence, and now I see
+  Some great design set in you: you may think now
+  (And so may most that know me) 'twere my part
+  Weakly to weep your loss, and to resist you,
+  Nay, hang about your neck, and like a dotard
+  Urge my strong tie upon you: but I love you,
+  And all the world shall know it, beyond woman;
+  And more prefer the honor of your Countrey,
+  Which chiefly you are born for, and may perfect,
+  The uses you may make of other Nations,
+  The ripening of your knowledge, conversation,
+  The full ability, and strength of judgement.
+  Than any private love, or wanton kisses.
+  Go worthy man, and bring home understanding.
+
+  _Soph._ This were an excellent woman to breed School-men.
+
+  _Mar._ For if the Merchant through unknown Seas plough
+  To get his wealth, then dear Sir, what must you
+  To gather wisdom? go, and go alone,
+  Only your noble mind for your companion,
+  And if a woman may win credit with you,
+  Go far, too far you cannot: still the farther
+  The more experience finds you: and go sparing,
+  One meal a week will serve you, and one sute,
+  Through all your travels: for you'll find it certain,
+  The poorer and the baser you appear,
+  The more you look through still.
+
+  _Petru._ Dost hear her?
+
+  _Soph._ Yes.
+
+  _Petru._ What would this woman do if she were suffer'd,
+  Upon a new Religion?
+
+  _Soph._ Make us Pagans,
+  I wonder that she writes not.
+
+  _Mar._ Then when time,
+  And fulness of occasion have new made you,
+  And squar'd you from a Sot into a Signior,
+  Or nearer, from a Jade into a Courser;
+  Come home an aged man, as did _Ulysses_,
+  And I your glad _Penelope_.
+
+  _Petru._ That must have
+  As many Lovers as I Languages.
+  And what she does with one i'th' day, i'th' night
+  Undoe it with another.
+
+  _Mar._ Much that way, Sir;
+  For in your absence it must be my honor,
+  That, that must make me spoken of hereafter,
+  To have temptations, and not little ones
+  Daily and hourly offered me, and strongly,
+  Almost believed against me, to set off
+  The faith, and loyalty of her that loves you.
+
+  _Petru._ What should I do?
+
+  _Soph._ Why by my ---- I would travel,
+  Did not you mean so?
+
+  _Petr._ Alas no, nothing less man:
+  I did it but to try, Sir, she's the Devil,
+  And now I find it, for she drives me; I must go:
+  Are my trunks down there, and my horses ready?
+
+  _Mar._ Sir, for your house, and if you please to trust me
+  With that you leave behind.
+
+  _Petru._ Bring down the money.
+
+  _Mar._ As I am able, and to my poor fortunes,
+  I'll govern as a widow: I shall long
+  To hear of your well-doing, and your profit:
+  And when I hear not from you once a quarter,
+  I'll wish you in the _Indies,_ or _Cata[ya]_,
+  Those are the climes must make you.
+
+  _Petru._ How's the wind?
+  She'll wish me out o'th' world anon.
+
+  _Mar._ For _France_.
+  'Tis very fair; get you aboard to night, Sir,
+  And loose no time, you know the tide staies no man,
+  I have cold meats ready for you.
+
+  _Petru._ Fare thee well,
+  Thou hast fool'd me out o' th' Kingdom with a vengeance,
+  And thou canst fool me in again.
+
+  _Mar._ Not I Sir,
+  I love you better, take your time, and pleasure.
+  I'll see you hors'd.
+
+  _Petru._ I think thou wouldst see me hanged too,
+  Were I but half as willing.
+
+  _Mar._ Any thing
+  That you think well of, I dare look upon.
+
+  _Petru._ You'll bear me to the Lands end, _Sophocles_,
+  And other of my friends I hope.
+
+  _Mar._ Nev'r doubt, Sir,
+  You cannot want companions for your good:
+  I am sure you'll kiss me e'r I go; I have business,
+  And stay long here I must not.
+
+  _Petru._ Get thee going.
+  For if thou tarriest but another Dialogue
+  I'll kick thee to thy Chamber.
+
+  _Mar._ Fare you well, Sir,
+  And bear your self, I do beseech you, once more,
+  Since you have undertaken doing wisely,
+  Manly, and worthily, 'tis for my credit,
+  And for those flying fames here of your follies,
+  Your gambols, and ill breeding of your youth,
+  For which I understand you take this travel,
+  Nothing should make me leave you else, I'll deal
+  So like a wife that loves your reputation,
+  And the most large addition of your credit,
+  That those shall die: if you want Limon-waters,
+  Or any thing to take the edge o' th' Sea off,
+  Pray speak, and be provided.
+
+  _Petru._ Now the Devil,
+  That was your first good Master, showre his blessing
+  Upon ye all: Into whose custody--
+
+  _Mar._ I do commit your Reformation,
+  And so I leave you to your _Stilo novo_.                [_Exit_ Maria.
+
+  _Petru._ I will go: yet I will not: once more _Sophocles_
+  I'll put her to the test.
+
+  _Soph._ You had better go.
+
+  _Petru._ I will go then: let's seek my Father out,
+  And all my friends, to see me fair aboard:
+  Then women, if there be a storm at Sea,
+  Worse than your tongues can make, and waves more broken,
+  Than your dissembling faiths are, let me feel
+  Nothing but tempests, till they crack my Keel.              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, _and_ Byancha, _with four papers_.
+
+  _By._ Now whether I deserve that blame you gave me,
+  Let all the world discern, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ If this motion,
+  (I mean this fair repentance of my Daughter)
+  Spring from your good perswasion, as it seems so,
+  I must confess I have spoke too boldly of you,
+  And I repent.
+
+  _By._ The first touch was her own,
+  Taken no doubt from disobeying you,
+  The second I put to her, when I told her
+  How good, and gentle yet, with free contrition
+  Again you might be purchas'd: loving woman,
+  She heard me, and I thank her, thought me worthy
+  Observing in this point: yet all my counsel,
+  And comfort in this case, could not so heal her
+  But that grief got his share too, and she sick'ned.
+
+  _Petro._ I am sorry she's so ill, yet glad her sickness
+  Has got so good a ground.
+
+        _Enter_ Moroso.
+
+  _By._ Here comes _Moroso_.
+
+  _Petro._ Oh, you are very welcome,
+  Now you shall know your happiness.
+
+  _Mor._ I am glad on't.
+  What makes this Lady here?
+
+  _By._ A dish for you, Sir
+  You'll thank me for hereafter.
+
+  _Petro._ True _Moroso_,
+  Go get you in, and see your Mistriss.
+
+  _By._ She is sick, Sir,
+  But you may kiss her whole.
+
+  _Mor._ How.
+
+  _By._ Comfort her.
+
+  _Mor._ Why am I sent for, Sir?
+
+  _Petro._ Will you in, and see?
+
+  _By._ May be she needs confession.
+
+  _Mor._ By _St. Mary_,
+  She shall have absolution then, and pennance,
+  But not above her carriage.
+
+  _Petro._ Get you in fool.                                 [_Exit_ Mor.
+
+  _Bya._ Here comes the other too.
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ Now _Tranio_.
+  Good ev'n to you too, and you are welcome.
+
+  _Row._ Thank you.
+
+  _Petro._ I have a certain Daughter.
+
+  _Row._ Would you had, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ No doubt you know her well.
+
+  _Row._ Nor never shall, Sir.
+  She is a woman, and the waies unto her
+  Are like the finding of a certain path
+  After a deep fall'n Snow.
+
+  _Petro._ Well, that's by th' by still.
+  This Daughter that I tell you of, is fall'n
+  A little crop sick, with the dangerous surfeit
+  She took of your affection.
+
+  _Row._ Mine Sir?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes Sir.
+  Or rather, as it seems, repenting.
+  And there she lies within, debating on't.
+
+  _Row._ Well Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ I think 'twere well you would see her.
+
+  _Row._ If you please, Sir;
+  I am not squeamish of my visitation.
+
+  _Petron._ But, this I'll tell you, she is alter'd much,
+  You'll find her now another _Livia_.
+
+  _Row._ I have enough o' th' old, Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ No more fool,
+  To look gay babies in your eyes young _Rowland_,
+  And hang about your pretty neck.
+
+  _Row._ I am glad on't,
+  And thank my Fates I have scap'd such execution.
+
+  _Petron._ And buss you till you blush again.
+
+  _Row._ That's hard, Sir;
+  She must kiss shamefully e're I blush at it,
+  I never was so boyish; well, what follows?
+
+  _Petro._ She's mine now, as I please to settle her
+  At my command, and where I please to plant her:
+  Only she would take a kind of farewel of you,
+  And give you back a wandring vow or two,
+  You left in pawn; and two or three slight oaths
+  She lent you too, she looks for.
+
+  _Row._ She shall have 'em
+  With all my heart, Sir, and if you like it better,
+  A free release in writing.
+
+  _Petro._ That's the matter,
+  And you from her, [you] shall have another _Rowland_,
+  And then turn tail to tail, and peace be with you.
+
+  _Row._ So be it: Your twenty pound sweats _Tranio_.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Twill not undoe me _Rowland_, do your worst.
+
+  _Row._ Come, shall we see her, Sir?
+
+  _Bya._ What e'er she saies
+  You must bear manly _Rowland_, for her sickness
+  Has made her somewhat [teatish.]
+
+  _Row._ Let her talk
+  Till her tongue ake, I care not: by this hand
+  Thou hast a handsome face wench, and a body
+  Daintily mounted; now do I feel an hundred
+  Running directly from me, as I pist it.
+
+        _Enter_ Livia _discovered abed_, _and_ Moroso _by her_.
+
+  _Bya._ Pray draw 'em softly, the least hurry, Sir,
+  Puts her to much impatience.
+
+  _Petro._ How is't daughter?
+
+  _Liv._ Oh very sick, very sick, yet somewhat
+  Better I hope; a little lightsomer,
+  Because this good man has forgiven me;
+  Pray set me higher; oh my head:
+
+  _Bya._ Well done wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Father, and all good people that shall hear me,
+  I have abus'd this man perniciously; was never old man humbled so;
+  I have scorn'd him, and call'd him nasty names,
+  I have spit at him,
+  Flung Candles ends in's beard, and call'd him harrow,
+  That must be drawn to all he does: contemn'd him,
+  For methought then, he was a beastly fellow.
+  (Oh [God] my side) a very beastly fellow:
+  And gave it out, his Cassock was a Barge-cloth,
+  Pawn'd to his predecessor by a Sculler,
+  The man yet living: I gave him purging comfits
+  At a great Christning once,
+  That spoil'd his Chamblet breeches; and one night
+  I strew'd the stairs with pease, as he past down;
+  And the good Gentleman (woe worth me for't)
+  Ev'n with this reverend head, this head of wisdom,
+  Told two and twenty stairs, good and true;
+  Mist not a step, and as we say, _verbatim_
+  Fell to the bottom, broke his casting Bottle,
+  Lost a fair Toad-stone, of some eighteen shillings,
+  Jumbled his Joynts together, had two stools,
+  And was translated. All this villany
+  Did I: I _Livia_, I alone, untaught.
+
+  _Mor._ And I unask'd, forgive it.
+
+  _Liv._ Where's _Byancha_?
+
+  _Bya._ Here Cosin.
+
+  _Liv._ Give me drink.
+
+  _Bya._ There.
+
+  _Liv._ Who's that?
+
+  _Mor._ _Rowland._
+
+  _Liv._ Oh my dissembler, you and I must part.
+  Come nearer, Sir.
+
+  _Row._ I am sorry for your sickness.
+
+  _Liv._ Be sorry for your self, Sir, you have wrong'd me,
+  But I forgive you; are the Papers ready?
+
+  _Bya._ I have 'em here: wilt please you view 'em?
+
+  _Petro._ Yes.
+
+  _Liv._ Shew 'em the young man too, I know he's willing
+  To shift his sails too: 'tis for his more advancement;
+  Alas, we might have begger'd one another;
+  We are young both, and a world of children
+  Might have been left behind to curse our follies:
+  We had been undone _Byancha_, had we married,
+  Undone for ever, I confess I lov'd him,
+  I care not who shall know it, most intirely;
+  And once, upon my conscience, he lov'd me;
+  But farewel that, we must be wiser, cosin,
+  Love must not leave us to the world: have you done?
+
+  _Row._ Yes, and am ready to subscribe.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray stay then:
+  Give me the papers, and let me peruse 'em,
+  And so much time, as may afford a tear
+  At our last parting.
+
+  _Bya._ Pray retire, and leave her,
+  I'll call ye presently.
+
+  _Petro._ Come Gentlemen, the showre must fall.
+
+  _Row._ Would I had never seen her.                          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Bya._ Thou hast done bravely wench.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray Heaven it prove so.
+
+  _Bya._ There are the other papers: when they come
+  Begin you first, and let the rest subscribe
+  Hard by your side; give 'em as little light
+  As Drapers do their Wares.
+
+  _Liv._ Didst mark _Moroso_,
+  In what an agony he was, and how he cry'd most
+  When I abus'd him most?
+
+  _Bya._ That was but reason.
+
+  _Liv._ Oh what a stinking thief is this?
+  Though I was but to counterfeit, he made me
+  Directly sick indeed. _Thames-street_ to him
+  Is a meer Pomander.
+
+  _Bya._ Let him be hang'd.
+
+  _Liv._ _Amen._
+
+  _Bya._ And lie you still;
+  And once more to your business.
+
+  _Liv._ Call 'em in.
+  Now if there be a power that pities Lovers,
+  Help now, and hear my prayers.
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Rowland, Tranio, Moroso.
+
+  _Petro._ Is she ready?
+
+  _Bya._ She has done her lamentations: pray go to her.
+
+  _Liv._ _Rowland_, come near me, and before you seal,
+  Give me your hand: take it again; now kiss me.
+  This is the last acquaintance we must have;
+  I wish you ever happy: there's the paper.
+
+  _Row._ Pray stay a little.
+
+  _Petro._ Let me never live more
+  But I do begin to pity this young fellow;
+  How heartily he weeps!
+
+  _Bya._ There's Pen and Ink, Sir.
+
+  _Liv._ Ev'n here I pray you. 'Tis a little _Emblem_
+  How near you have been to me.
+
+  _Row._ There.
+
+  _Bya._ Your hands too,
+  As witnesses.
+
+  _Petro._ By any means
+  To th' Book son.
+
+  _Mor._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Bya._ You must deliver it.
+
+  _Row._ There _Livia_, and a better love light on thee,
+  I can no more.
+
+  _Bya._ To this you must be witness too.
+
+  _Petro._ We will.
+
+  _Bya._ Do you deliver it now.
+
+  _Liv._ Pray set me up;
+  There _Rowland_, all thy old love back: and may
+  A new to come exceed mine, and be happy.
+  I must no more.
+
+  _Row._ Farewel:
+
+  _Liv._ A long farewel.                                    [_Exit_ Row.
+
+  _Bya._ Leave her by any means, till this wild passion
+  Be off her head: draw all the Curtains close,
+  A day hence you may see her, 'twill be better,
+  She is now for little company.
+
+  _Petro._ Pray tend her.
+  I must to horse straight, you must needs along too,
+  To see my son aboard: were but his wife
+  As fit for pity, as this wench, I were happy.
+
+  _Bya._ Time must do that too: fare ye well: to morrow
+  You shall receive a wife to quit your sorrow.               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Secunda._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques, Pedro, _and Porters, with Chest and Hampers_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Bring 'em away Sirs.
+
+  _Ped._ Must the great Trunks go too?
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, and the Hampers; nay, be speedy Masters;
+  He'll be at Sea before us else.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques_,
+  What a most blessed turn hast thou!
+
+  _Jaq._ I hope so.
+
+  _Ped._ To have the Sea between thee and this woman,
+  Nothing can drown her tongue but a storm.
+
+  _Jaq._ By your leave,
+  We'll get us up to _Paris_ with all speed;
+  For on my soul, as far as _Amiens_
+  She'll carry blank, away to _Lyon-key_
+  And ship 'em presently, we'll follow ye.
+
+  _Ped._ Now could I wish her in that Trunk:
+
+  _Jaq._ God shield man,
+  I had rather have a Bear in't.
+
+  _Ped._Yes, I'll tell ye:
+  For in the passage, if a Tempest take ye,
+  As many doe, and you lie beating for it,
+  Then, if it pleas'd the fates, I would have the Master,
+  Out of a powerful providence, to cry,
+  Lighten the ship of all hands, or we perish;
+  Then this for one, as best spar'd, should by all means,
+  Over-board presently.
+
+  _Jaq._ O' that condition,
+  So we were certain to be rid of her,
+  I would wish her with us, but believe me _Pedro_,
+  She would spoil the fishing on this coast for ever.
+  For none would keep her company but Dog-fish,
+  As currish as her self; or Porpisces,
+  Made to all fatal uses: The two Fish-streets
+  Were she but once arriv'd amongst the Whitings,
+  Would sing a woful _misereri Pedro_,
+  And mourn in Poor _John_, till her memory
+  Were cast o' shore agen, with a strong Sea-breach:
+  She would make god _Neptune_, and his Fire-fork,
+  And all his demi-gods, and goddesses,
+  As weary of the _Flemmish Channel_, _Pedro_,
+  As ever boy was of the School, 'tis certain,
+  If she but meet him fair, and were well angred,
+  She would break his god-head.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh her tongue, her tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Rather her many tongues.
+
+  _Ped._ Or rather strange tongues.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her lying tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ Her lisping tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her long tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ Her lawless tongue.
+
+  _Jaq._ Her loud tongue.
+
+  _Ped._ And her liquorish--
+
+  _Jaq._ Many other tongues, and many stranger tongues
+  Than ever _Babel_ had to tell his ruines,
+  Were Women rais'd withal; but never a true one.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophocles.
+
+  _Soph._ Home with your stuff agen, the journey's ended.
+
+  _Jaq._ What does your worship mean?
+
+  _Soph._ Your Master, Oh _Petruchio_, oh poor fellows.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques, Jaques_.
+
+  _Soph._ Oh your Master's dead,
+  His body coming back, his wife, his devil;
+  The grief of ---- her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Has kill'd him?
+
+  _Soph._ Kill'd him, kill'd him.
+
+  _Ped._ Is there no Law to hang her.
+
+  _Soph._ Get ye in,
+  And let her know her misery, I dare not
+  For fear impatience seize me, see her more,
+  I must away agen: Bid her for wife-hood,
+  For honesty, if she have any in her,
+  Even to avoid the shame that follows her.
+  Cry if she can, your weeping cannot mend it.
+  The body will be here within this hour, so tell her;
+  And all his friends to curse her. Farewel fellows.       [_Exit_ Soph.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh _Jaques, Jaques_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Oh my worthy Master.
+
+  _Ped._ Oh my most beastly Mistriss, hang her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Split her.
+
+  _Ped._ Drown her directly.
+
+  _Jaq._ Starve her.
+
+  _Ped._ Stink upon her.
+
+  _Jaq._ Stone her to death: may all she eat be Eggs.
+  Till she run kicking mad for men.
+
+  _Ped._ And he,
+  That man, that gives her remedy, pray Heav'n
+  He may ev'n _ipso facto_, lose his [longings.]
+
+  _Jaq._ Let's go discharge our selves, and he that serves her,
+  Or speaks a good word of her from this hour,
+  A Sedgly curse light on him, which is, _Pedro_;
+  The Fiend ride through him booted, and spurr'd, with a Sythe at's
+          back.                                               [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Tertia._
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland, _and_ Tranio _stealing behind him_.
+
+  _Row._ What a dull ass was I to let her go thus!
+  Upon my life she loves me still: well Paper,
+  Thou only monument of what I have had,
+  Thou all the love now left me, and now lost,
+  Let me yet kiss her hand, yet take my leave
+  Of what I must leave ever: Farewel _Livia_.
+  Oh bitter words, I'll read ye once again,
+  And then for ever study to forget ye.
+  How's this? let me look better on't: A Contract?
+  --A Contract, seal'd, and ratified,
+  Her Fathers hand set to it, and _Moroso_'s:
+  I do not dream sure, let me read again,
+  The same still, 'tis a Contract.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis so _Rowland_;
+  And by the virtue of the same, you pay me
+  An hundred pound to morrow.
+
+  _Row._ Art sure _Tranio_,
+  We are both alive now?
+
+  _Tra._ Wonder not, ye have lost.
+
+  _Row._ If this be true, I grant it.
+
+  _Tra._ 'Tis most certain,
+  There's a Ring for you too, you know it.
+
+  _Row._ Yes.
+
+  _Tra._ When shall I have my money?
+
+  _Row._ Stay ye, stay ye,
+  When shall I marry her?
+
+  _Tra._ To night.
+
+  _Row._ Take heed now
+  You do not trifle me; if you do,
+  You'll find more payment, than your money comes to:
+  Come swear; I know I am a man, and find
+  I may deceive my self: swear faithfully,
+  Swear me directly, am I _Rowland_?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes.
+
+  _Row._ Am I awake?
+
+  _Tra._ Ye are.
+
+  _Row._ Am I in health?
+
+  _Tra._ As far as I conceive.
+
+  _Row._ Was I with _Livia_?
+
+  _Tra._ You were, and had this Contract.
+
+  _Row._ And shall I enjoy her?
+
+  _Tra._ Yes, if ye dare.
+
+  _Row._ Swear to all these.
+
+  _Tra._ I will.
+
+  _Row._ As thou art honest, as them hast a conscience,
+  As that may wring thee if thou liest; all these
+  To be no vision, but a truth, and serious.
+
+  _Tra._ Then by my honesty, and faith, and conscience;
+  All this is certain.
+
+  _Row._ Let's remove our places.
+  Swear it again.
+
+  _Tra._ By ---- 'tis true.
+
+  _Row._ I have lost then, and Heaven knows I am glad on't.
+  Let's goe, and tell me all, and tell me how,
+  For yet I am a Pagan in it.
+
+  _Tra._ I have a Priest too,
+  And all shall come as even as two Testers.                  [_Exeunt._
+
+
+  _Scaena Quarta._
+
+        _Enter_ Petronius, Sophocles, Moroso, _and_ Petruchio _born
+        in a Coffin_.
+
+  _Petro._ Set down the body, and one call her out.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria _in black, and_ Jaques.
+
+  You are welcome to the last cast of your fortunes;
+  There lies your Husband; there, your loving Husband,
+  There he that was _Petruchio_, too good for ye;
+  Your stubborn and unworthy way has kill'd him
+  E'er he could reach the Sea; if ye can weep,
+  Now ye have cause begin, and after death
+  Doe something yet to th' world, to think ye honest.
+  So many tears had say'd him, shed in time;
+  And as they are (so a good mind go with 'em)
+  Yet they may move compassion.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray ye all hear me,
+  And judge me as I am, not as you covet,
+  For that would make me yet more miserable:
+  'Tis true, I have cause to grieve, and mighty cause;
+  And truly and unfeinedly I weep it.
+
+  _Soph._ I see there's some good nature yet left in her.
+
+  _Mar._ But what's the cause? mistake me not, not this man,
+  As he is dead, I weep for; Heaven defend it,
+  I never was so childish: but his life,
+  His poor unmanly, wretched, foolish life,
+  Is that my full eyes pity, there's my mourning.
+
+  _Petro._ Dost thou not shame?
+
+  _Mar._ I doe, and even to water,
+  To think what this man was, to think how simple,
+  How far below a man, how far from reason,
+  From common understanding, and all Gentry,
+  While he was living here he walk'd amongst us.
+  He had a happy turn he dyed; I'll tell ye,
+  These are the wants I weep for, not his person:
+  The memory of this man, had he liv'd
+  But two years longer, had begot more follies,
+  Than wealthy Autumn Flies. But let him rest,
+  He was a fool, and farewel he; not pitied,
+  I mean in way of life, or action
+  By any understanding man that's honest;
+  But only in's posterity, which I,
+  Out of the fear his ruines might out-live him,
+  In some bad issue, like a careful woman,
+  Like one indeed, born only to preserve him,
+  Deny'd him means to raise.
+
+  _Petru._ Unbutton me,
+  --I die indeed else! Oh _Maria_,
+  Oh my unhappiness, my misery.
+
+  _Petro._ Goe to him whore; ---- if he perish,
+  I'll see thee hang'd my self.
+
+  _Petru._ Why, why _Maria_?
+
+  _Mar._ I have done my worst, and have my end, forgive me;
+  From this hour make me what you please: I have tam'd ye,
+  And now am vow'd your servant: Look not strangely,
+  Nor fear what I say to you. Dare you kiss me?
+  Thus I begin my new love.
+
+  _Petru._ Once again?
+
+  _Mar._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Petru._ Once again _Maria_,
+  Oh Gentlemen, I know not where I am.
+
+  _Soph._ Get ye to bed then: there you'll quickly know Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ Never no more your old tricks?
+
+  _Mar._ Never Sir.
+
+  _Petru._ You shall not need, for as I have a faith
+  No cause shall give occasion.
+
+  _Mar._ As I am honest,
+  And as I am a maid yet, all my life
+  From this hour, since ye make so free profession,
+  I dedicate in service to your pleasure.
+
+  _Soph._ I marry, this goes roundly off.
+
+  _Petru._ Goe _Jaques_,
+  Get all the best meat may be bought for money,
+  And let the hogsheads blood, I am born again:
+  Well little _England_, when I see a Husband
+  Of any other Nation, stern or jealous,
+  I'll wish him but a woman of thy breeding;
+  And if he have not butter to his bread,
+  Till his teeth bleed, I'll never trust my travel.
+
+        _Enter_ Rowland, Livia, Byancha, _and_ Tranio.
+
+  _Petro._ What have we here?
+
+  _Row._ Another Morris, Sir.
+  That you must pipe too.
+
+  _Tra._ A poor married couple
+  Desire an offering, Sir.
+
+  _Bya._ Never frown at it,
+  You cannot mend it now: there's your own hand;
+  And yours _Moroso_, to confirm the bargain.
+
+  _Petron._ My hand?
+
+  _Mor._ Or mine?
+
+  _Bya._ You'll find it so.
+
+  _Petro._ A trick,
+  By ---- a trick.
+
+  _Bya._ Yes Sir, we trickt ye.
+
+  _Liv._ Father.
+
+  _P[e]tro._ Hast thou lain with him? speak!
+
+  _Liv._ Yes truly Sir.
+
+  _Petro._ And hast thou done the deed, boy?
+
+  _Row._ I have [done], Sir,
+  That, that will serve the turn, I think.
+
+  _Petru._ A match then,
+  I'll be the maker up of this: _Moroso_,
+  There's now no remedy you see, be willing;
+  [F]or be, or be not, he must have the wench.
+
+  _Mor._ Since I am over-reach'd, let's in to dinner,
+  And if I can, I'll drink't away.
+
+  _Tra._ That's well said.
+
+  _Petro._ Well sirrah, you have plaid a trick, look to't,
+  And let me be a Grandsire within's twelve-month,
+  Or by this hand, I'll curtail half your fortunes.
+
+  _Row._ There shall not want my labour, Sir: your money;
+  Here's one has undertaken.
+
+  _Tra._ Well, I'll trust her,
+  And glad I have so good a pawn.
+
+  _Row._ I'll watch ye.
+
+  _Petru._ Let's in, and drink of all hands, and be jovial:
+  I have my Colt again, and now she carries;
+  And Gentlemen, whoever marries next,
+  Let him be sure he keep him to his Text.                    [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _The_ Tamer_'s_ tam'd, _but so, as nor the men
+    Can find one just cause  to complain of, when
+  They fitly do consider in their lives,
+    They should not reign as Tyrants o'er their wives.
+  Nor can the Women from this president
+    Insult, or triumph; it being aptly meant,
+  To teach both Sexes due equality;
+    And as they stand bound, to love mutually.
+  If this effect arising from a cause
+    Well laid, and grounded, may deserve applause,
+  We something more than hope, our honest ends
+    Will keep the Men, and Women too, our friends._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  ISLAND PRINCESS:
+  A Tragi-Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    King of _Sidore, an Island_.
+    King of _Bakam_, } _Suitors to the Princess Quisara_.
+    King of _Siana_, }
+    Governor of _Terna, an Island_. _An ill man._
+    Ruy Dias, _a Captain of_ Portugal, _also suitor to the Prin_.
+    Piniero, _Nephew to_ Ruy Dias, _a merry Captain_.
+    Christophero, } _Soldiers and Friends to_ Piniero.
+    Pedro,        }
+    Armusia, _a noble daring_ Portugueze, _in love with the Princess_.
+    Soza,    } _companions to_ Armusia, _and his valiant followers_.
+    Emanuel, }
+    Keeper.
+    Moors.
+    Guard.
+    Captain.
+    Citizens.
+    Townsmen.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Quisara, _the Island Princess, Sister to the King of_ Sidore.
+    Quisa[n]a, _Aunt to the Princess_.
+    Panura, _Waiting-woman to the Princess_ Quisara.
+    Citizens _wives_.
+
+
+  The Scene India.
+
+
+  The Principal Actors were
+
+    _John Lowin_,
+    _John Underwood_,
+    _William Eglestone_,
+    _Rich. Sharpe_,
+    _Joseph Tailor_,
+    _Robert Benfield_,
+    _George Birch_,
+    _Tho. Polard_.
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _A Bell Rings._
+
+        _Enter_ Pymero, Christophero, _and_ Pedro.
+
+  _Pymero._ Open the Ports, and see the Watch reliev'd,
+  And let the guards be careful of their business,
+  Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders,
+  They are false and desperate people, when they find
+  The least occasion open to encouragement,
+  Cruel, and crafty souls, believe me Gentlemen,
+  Their late attempt, which is too fresh amongst us,
+  In which, against all arms and honesty,
+  The Governor of _Ternata_ made surprize
+  Of our Confederate, the King of _Tidore_,
+  As for his recreation he was rowing
+  Between both Lands, bids us be wise and circumspect.
+
+  _Chr._ It was a mischief suddenly imagin'd,
+  And as soon done; that Governor's a fierce knave,
+  Unfaithful as he is fierce too, there's no trusting;
+  But I wonder much, how such poor and base pleasures,
+  As tugging at an Oar, or skill in Steerage,
+  Should become Princes.
+
+  _Py._ Base breedings, love base pleasure;
+  They take as much delight in a _Baratto_,
+  A little scurvy boat to row her ti[th]ly,
+  And have the Art to turn and wind her nimbly,
+  Think it as noble too, though it be slavish,
+  And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman:
+  As we _Portugals_, or the _Spaniards_ do in riding,
+  In managing a great horse, which is princely:
+  The _French_ in Courtship, or the dancing _English_,
+  In carrying a fair presence.
+
+  _Ped._ He was strangely taken;
+  But where no faith is, there's no trust: he has paid for't
+  His Sister yet the fair and great _Quisara_,
+  Has shew'd a noble mind, and much love in't
+  To her afflicted brother, and the nobler still it appears,
+  And seasons of more tenderness, because his ruin stiles her absolute
+  And his imprisonment adds to her profit.
+  Feeling all this, which makes all men admire her,
+  The warm beams of this fortune that fall on her,
+  Yet has she made divers and noble Treaties,
+  And propositions for her brothers freedom,
+  If wealth or honor--
+
+  _Py._ Peace, peace, you are fool'd, Sir;
+  Things of these natures have strange outsides _Pedro_,
+  And cunning shadows, set 'em far from us,
+  Draw 'em but near, they are gross, and they abuse us;
+  They that observe her close, shall find her nature,
+  Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent;
+  She is a Princess, and she must be fair,
+  That's the prerogative of being Royal:
+  Let her want eyes and nose, she must be beauteous,
+  And she must know it too, and the use of it,
+  And people must believe it, they are damn'd else:
+  Why, all our neighbor Princes are mad for her.
+
+  _Chr._ Is she not fair then?
+
+  _Py._ But her hopes are fairer,
+  And there's a haughty Master, the King of _Bakan_,
+  That lofty Sir, that speaks far more, and louder
+  In his own commendations, than a Cannon:
+  He is strucken dumb with her.
+
+  _Ped._ Beshrew me she is a sweet one.
+
+  _Py._ And there's that hopeful man of _Syana_,
+  That sprightly fellow, he that's wise and temperate,
+  He is a Lover too.
+
+  _Chr._ Wou'd I were worth her looking
+  For; by my life I hold her a compleat one,
+  The very Sun, I think affects her sweetness,
+  And dares not, as he does to all else, dye it
+  Into his tauny Livery.
+
+  _Py._ She dares not see him,
+  But keeps her self at distance from his kisses,
+  And [weares] her complexion in a Case; let him but like it
+  A week, or two, or three, she would look like a Lion;
+  But the main sport on't is, or rather wonder
+  The Governor of _Ternata_, her mortal enemy,
+  He that has catcht her brother King, is struck too,
+  And is arriv'd under safe conduct also,
+  And hostages of worth delivered for him;
+  And he brought a Letter from his prisoner,
+  Whether compell'd, or willingly delivered
+  From the poor King, or what else dare be in't.
+
+  _Chr._ So it be honourable, any thing, 'tis all one
+  For I dare think she'll do the best.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis certain
+  He has admittance, and sollicites hourly,
+  Now if he have the trick--
+
+  _Ped._ What trick?
+
+  _Py._ The true one,
+  To take her too, if he be but skill'd in Bat-fowling,
+  And lime his bush right.
+
+  _Chr._ I'll be hang'd when that hits,
+  For 'tis not a compell'd, or forc'd affection
+  That must take her, I guess her stout and virtuous,
+  But where's your Uncle, Sir, our valiant Captain,
+  The brave _Ruy Dias_ all this while?
+
+  _Py._ I marry.
+  He is amongst 'em too.
+
+  _Ped._ A Lover.
+
+  _Py._ Nay,
+  I know not that, but [sure] he stands in favour,
+  Or would stand stifly, he is no _Portugal_ else.
+
+  _Chr._ The voice says in good favour, in the list too
+  Of the privy wooers, how cunningly of late
+  I have observ'd him, and how privately
+  He has stolen at all hours from us, and how readily
+  He has feign'd a business to bid the Fort farewel
+  For five or six days, or a month together,
+  Sure there is something--
+
+  _Py._ Yes, yes, there is a thing in't,
+  A thing would make the best on's all dance after it;
+  A dainty thing; Lord how this Uncle of mine
+  Has read to me, and rated me for wenching.
+  And told me in what desperate case 'twould leave me,
+  And how 'twould stew my bones.
+
+  _Ped._ You car'd not for it.
+
+  _Py._ I'faith not much, I ventur'd on still easily,
+  And took my chance, danger is a Soldiers honor;
+  But that this man, this herb of Grace, _Ruy Dias_,
+  This father of our faculties should slip thus,
+  For sure he is a ferriting, that he
+  That would drink nothing, to depress the spirit,
+  But milk and water, eat nothing but thin air
+  To make his bloud obedient, that his youth,
+  In spight of all his temperance, should tickle,
+  And have a love mange on him.
+
+  _Chr._ 'Tis in him, Sir,
+  But honourable courtship, and becomes his rank too.
+
+  _Py._ In me 'twere abominable Leachery, or would be,
+  For when our thoughts are on't, and miss their level,
+  We must hit something.
+
+  _Ped._ Well, he's a noble Gentleman,
+  And if he be a suitor, may he speed in't.
+
+  _Py._ Let him alone, our family ne'r fail'd yet.
+
+  _Chr._ Our mad Lieutenant still, merry _Pyniero_,
+  Thus wou'd he do, if the Surgeon were searching of him.
+
+  _Ped._ Especially if a warm wench had shot him.
+
+  _Py._ But hark _Christophero_; come hither _Pedro_;
+  When saw you our brave Countrey-man _Armusia_?
+  He that's arriv'd here lately, and his gallants?
+  A goodly fellow, and a brave companion
+  Methinks he is, and no doubt, truly valiant,
+  For he that dares come hither, dares fight any where.
+
+  _Chr._ I saw him not of late, a sober Gentleman
+  I am sure he is, and no doubt bravely sprung,
+  And promises much nobleness.
+
+  _Py._ I love him,
+  And by my troth wou'd fain be inward with him;
+  Pray let's go seek him.
+
+  _Ped._ We'll attend you Sir.
+
+  _Py._ By that time we shall hear the burst of business.     [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana; _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Quisar._ Aunt, I much thank you for your courtesie,
+  And the fair liberty you still allow me,
+  Both of your house and service, though I be
+  A Princess, and by that Prerogative stand free
+  From the poor malice of opinion,
+  And no ways bound to render up my actions,
+  Because no power above me can examine me;
+  Yet my dear brother being still a prisoner,
+  And many wandring eyes upon my ways,
+  Being left alone a Sea-mark, it behoves me
+  To use a little caution, and be circumspect.
+
+  _Quisan._ You're wise and noble Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Often Aunt
+  I resort hither, and privately to see you,
+  It may be to converse with some I favour;
+  I wou'd not have it known as oft, nor constru'd,
+  It stands not with my care.
+
+  _Quisan._ You speak most fairly,
+  For even our pure devotions are examin'd.
+
+  _Quisar._ So mad are mens minds now.
+
+  _Ruy._ Or rather monstrous;
+  They are thick dreams, bred in fogs that know no fairness.
+
+  _Quisan._ Madam, the House is yours, I am yours, pray use me,
+  And at your service all I have lies prostrate;
+  My care shall ever be to yield ye honor,
+  And when your fame falls here, 'tis my fault Lady;
+  A poor and simple banquet I have provided,
+  Which if you please to honor with your presence--
+
+  _Quisar._ I thank ye Aunt, I shall be with you instantly,
+  A few words with this Gentleman.
+
+  _Quisan._ I'll leave ye,
+  And when you please retire, I'll wait upon you. [_Exeunt Quis. & Pan._
+
+  _Quisar._ Why, how now Captain, what afraid to speak to me?
+  A man of Armes, and danted with a Lady?
+  Commanders have the power to parle with Princes.
+
+  _Ruy._ Madam, the favors you have still showr'd on me,
+  Which are so high above my means of merit,
+  So infinite, that nought can value 'em
+  But their own goodness, no eyes look up to 'em
+  But those that are of equal light, and lustre,
+  Strike me thus mute, you are my royal Mistriss,
+  And all my services that aime at honor,
+  Take life from you, the Saint of my devotions;
+  Pardon my wish, it is a fair ambition,
+  And well becomes the Man that honors you;
+  I wou'd I were of worth, of something near you,
+  Of such a royal piece, a King I wou'd be,
+  A mighty King that might command affection,
+  And bring a youth upon me might bewitch ye,
+  And you a sweet sould Christian.
+
+  _Quisar._ Now you talk Sir;
+  You _Portugals_, though you be rugged Soldiers,
+  Yet when you list to flatter, you are plain Courtiers;
+  And could you wish me _Christian_, brave _Ruy Dias_?
+
+  _Ruy._ At all the danger of my life great Lady,
+  At all my hopes, at all--
+
+  _Quisar._ Pray ye stay a little,
+  To what end runs your wish?
+
+  _Ruy._ O glorious Lady,
+  That I might--but I dare not speak.
+
+  _Quisar._ I dare then,
+  That you might hope to marry me; nay blush not,
+  An honorable end needs no excuse;
+  And would you love me then?
+
+  _Ruy._ My soul not dearer.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do some brave thing that may entice me that way,
+  Some thing of such a meritorious goodness,
+  Of such an unmatcht nobleness, that I may know
+  You have a power beyond ours that preserves you:
+  'Tis not the person, nor the royal title,
+  Nor wealth, nor glory, that I look upon,
+  That inward man I love that's lin'd with virtue,
+  That well deserving soul works out a favor;
+  I have many Princes suiters, many great ones,
+  Yet above these I love you, you are valiant,
+  An active man, able to build a fortune;
+  I do not say I dote, nor meane to marry,
+  Only the hope is, something may be done,
+  That may compel my faith, and ask my freedome,
+  And leave opinion fair.
+
+  _Ruy._ Command dear Lady,
+  And let the danger be as deep as Hell,
+  As direful to attempt--
+
+  _Quisar._ Y'are too sudden,
+  I must be rul'd by you, find out a fortune
+  Wisely, and hansomely, examine time,
+  And court occasion that she may be ready;
+  A thousand uses for your forward spirit
+  Ye may find daily, be sure ye take a good one,
+  A brave and worthy one that may advance ye,
+  Forc'd smiles reward poor dangers; you are a Soldier,
+  I wou'd not talke so else, and I love a Soldier,
+  And that that speaks him true, and great, his valor;
+  Yet for all these which are but Womens follies,
+  You may do what you please, I shall still know ye,
+  And though ye weare no Sword.
+
+  _Ru._ Excellent Lady,
+  When I grow so cold, and disgrace my Nation,
+  That from their hardy nurses suck adventures,
+  'Twere fit I wore a Tombstone; you have read to me
+  The story of your favor, if I mistake it,
+  Or grow a truant in the study of it,
+  A great correction Lady--
+
+  _Quisar._ Let's toth' banquet,
+  And have some merrier talk, and then to Court,
+  Where I give audience to my general Suiters;
+  Pray heaven my womans wit hold; there brave Captain,
+  You may perchance meet something that may startle ye;
+  I'll say no more, come be not sad--
+  I love ye.                                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Armusia, Soza, Christophero, _and_ Emanuel.
+
+  _Py._ You are wellcome Gentlemen, most worthy welcom,
+  And know there's nothing in our power may serve ye,
+  But you may freely challenge.
+
+  _Arm._ Sir we thank ye,
+  And rest your servants too.
+
+  _Py._ Ye are worthy _Portugals_,
+  You shew the bravery of your minds and spirits;
+  The nature of our Country too, that brings forth
+  Stirring, unwearied soules to seek adventures;
+  Minds never satisfied with search of honor
+  Where time is, and the Sun gives light, brave Countrymen,
+  Our names are known, new worlds disclose their riches,
+  Their beauties, and their prides to our embraces;
+  And we the first of Nations find these wonders.
+
+  _Arm._ These noble thoughts, Sir, have intic'd us forward,
+  And minds unapt for ease to see these miracles,
+  In which we find report a poor relater;
+  We are arriv'd among the blessed Islands,
+  Where every wind that rises blows perfumes,
+  And every breath of air is like an Incence:
+  The treasure of the Sun dwells here, each Tree
+  As if it envied the old _Paradice_,
+  Strives to bring forth immortal fruit; the Spices
+  Renewing nature, though not deifying,
+  And when that falls by time, scorning the earth,
+  The sullen earth should taint or suck their beauties,
+  But as we dreamt, for ever so preserve us:
+  Nothing we see, but breeds an admiration;
+  The very rivers as we float along,
+  Throw up their pearls, and curle their heads to court us;
+  The bowels of the earth swell with the births
+  Of thousand unknown gemms, and thousand riches;
+  Nothing that bears a life, but brings a treasure;
+  The people they shew brave too, civil manner'd,
+  Proportioned like the Masters of great minds,
+  The Women which I wonder at--
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak well.
+
+  _Ar._ Of delicate aspects, fair, clearly beauteous,
+  And to that admiration, sweet and courteous.
+
+  _Py._ And is not that a good thing? brave _Armusia_
+  You never saw the Court before?
+
+  _Ar._ No certain,
+  But that I see a wonder too, all excellent,
+  The Government exact.
+
+  _Chr._ Ye shall see anon,
+  That that will make ye start indeed, such beauties,
+  Such riches, and such form.
+
+        _Enter_ Bakam, Syana, Governor.
+
+  _Soz._ We are fire already;
+  The wealthy Magazine of nature sure
+  Inhabits here.
+
+  _Arm._ These sure are all _Ilanders_.
+
+  _Py._ Yes, and great Princes too, and lusty lovers.
+
+  _Ar._ They are goodly persons; What might he be Signior
+  That bears so proud a state?
+
+  _Py._ King of _Bakam_,
+  A fellow that farts terror.
+
+  _Em._ He looks highly,
+  Sure he was begot o'th' top of a Steeple.
+
+  _Chr._ It may well be,
+  For you shall hear him ring anon.
+
+  _Py._ That is _Syana_,
+  And a brave temper'd fellow, and more valiant.
+
+  _Soz._ What rugged face is that?
+
+  _Py._ That's the great Governor,
+  The man surpriz'd our Friend, I told ye of him.
+
+  _Ar._ 'Has dangerous eyes.
+
+  _Py._ A perilous Thief, and subtile.
+
+  _Chr._ And to that subtilty a heart of Iron.
+
+  _Py._ Yet the young Lady makes it melt.
+
+  _Ar._ They start all,
+  And thunder in the eyes.
+
+  _Ba._ Away ye poor ones,
+  A[m] I in competition with such bubbles?
+  My virtue, and my name rank'd with such trifles?
+
+  _Sy._ Ye speak loud.
+
+  _Ba._ Young-man, I will speak louder;
+  Can any man but I deserve her favor,  [_Princes flie at one another._]
+  You petty Princes.
+
+  _Py._ He will put 'em all in's pocket.
+
+  _Sy._ Thou proud mad thing be not so full of glory,
+  So full of vanity.
+
+  _Ba._ How? I contemn thee,
+  And that fort-keeping fellow.
+
+  _Py._ How the Dog looks,
+  The bandog Governor!
+
+  _Gov._ Ha, Why?
+
+  _Ba._ Away thing,
+  And keep your rank with those that fit your royalty;
+  Call out the Princess.
+
+  _Gov._ Dost thou know me bladder,
+  Thou insolent impostume?
+
+  _Ba._ I despise thee;
+
+  _Gov._ Art thou acquainted with my nature baby?
+  With my revenge for Injuries? darst thou hold me
+  So far behind thy file, I cannot reach thee?
+  What canst thou merit?
+
+  _Ba._ Merit? I am above it;
+  I am equal with all honors, all atchievements,
+  And what is great and worthy; the best doer
+  I keep at my command, fortune's my servant,
+  'Tis in my power now to despise such wretches,
+  To look upon ye slightly, and neglect ye,
+  And but she daines at some hours to remember ye,
+  And people have bestowed some Titles on ye,
+  I should forget your names--
+
+  _Sy._ Mercy of me;
+  What a blown fool has self affection
+  Made of this fellow! did not the Queen your Mother
+  Long for bellows, and bagpipes, when she was great with ye,
+  She brought forth such a windy birth?
+
+  _Gov._ 'Tis ten to one
+  She eat a Drum, and was deliver'd of alarum,
+  Or else he was swadled in an old saile when he was young.
+
+  _Sy._ He swells too mainly with his meditations;
+  Faith, talk a little handsomer, ride softly
+  That we may be able to hold way with ye, we are Princes,
+  But those are but poor things to you; talk wiser,
+  'Twill well become your mightiness; talk less,
+  That men may think ye can do more.
+
+  _Gov._ Talk truth,
+  That men may think ye are honest, and believe ye,
+  Or talk your self asleep, for I am weary of you.
+
+  _Ba._ Why? I can talk and do.
+
+  _Gov._ That wou'd do excellent.
+
+  _Ba._ And tell you, only I deserve the Princess,
+  And make good only I, if you dare, you sir,
+  Or you _Syanas_ Prince.
+
+  _Py._ Heres a storm toward,
+  Methinks it sings already, to him Governor.
+
+  _Gov._ Here lies my proof.                                    [_Draw._
+
+  _Sy._ And mine.
+
+  _Gov._ I'll be short with ye,
+  For these long arguments I was never good at.
+
+  _Py._ How white the boaster looks!
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, Panura.
+
+  _Ar._ I see he lacks faith.
+
+  _Ru._ For shame forbear great Princes, rule your angers,
+  You violate the freedom of this place,
+  The state and Royalty--
+
+  _Gov._ He's well contented
+  It seems, and so I have done.
+
+  _Ar._ Is this she Signior?
+
+  _Py._ This is the Princess Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ She is sweet and goodly,
+  An admirable form, they have cause to justle.
+
+  _Quisar._ Ye wrong me and my court, ye forward Princes;
+  Comes your Love wrapt in Violence to seek us?
+  Is't fit though you be great, my presence should be
+  Stain'd, and polluted with your bloody rages?
+  My privacies affrighted with your Swords?
+  He that loves me, loves my command; be temper'd,
+  Or be no more what ye profess, my Servants.
+
+  _Omnes._ We are calme as peace.
+
+  _Ar._ What command she carries!
+  And what a sparkling Majesty flies from her!
+
+  _Quisar._ Is it ye love to do? ye shall find danger,
+  And danger that shall start your resolutions,
+  But not this way; 'tis not contention,
+  Who loves me to my face best, or who can flatter most
+  Can carry me, he that deserves my favor,
+  And will enjoy what I bring, love and Majesty,
+  Must win me with his worth; must travel for me;
+  Must put his hasty rage off, and put on
+  A well confirmed, a temperate, and true valor.
+
+  _Omnes._ But shew the way.
+
+  _Quisar._ And will, and then shew you
+  A will to tread the way, I'll say ye are worthy.
+
+  _Py._ What task now
+  Will she turn 'em to? these hot youths,
+  I fear will find a cooling card, I read in her eyes
+  Something that has some swinge must flye amongst 'em;
+  By this hand I love her a little now.
+
+  _Quisar._ 'Tis not unknown to you
+  I had a royal Brother, now miserable,
+  And Prisoner to that Man; if I were ambitious,
+  Gap'd for that glory was n're born with me,
+  There he should lie his miseries upon him:
+  If I were covetous, and my heart set
+  On riches, and those base effects that follow
+  On pleasures uncontrol'd, or safe revenges,
+  There he should die, his death [would] give me all these;
+  For then stood I up absolute to do all;
+  Yet all these flattering shews of dignity,
+  These golden dreams of greatness cannot force
+  To forget nature and my fair affection.
+  Therefore that Man that would be known my lover,
+  Must be known his redeemer, and must bring him
+  Either alive or dead to my embraces.
+  For even his bones I scorn shall feel such slavery,
+  Or seek another Mistriss, 'twill be hard
+  To do this, wondrous hard, a great adventure,
+  Fit for a spirit of an equal greatness;
+  But being done, the reward is worthy of it.
+
+  _Chr._ How they stand gaping all!
+
+  _Quisar._ _Ruy Dias_ cold?
+  Not flye like fire into it? may be you doubt me,
+  He that shall do this is my husband Prince;
+  By the bright heavens he is, by whose justice
+  I openly proclaim it; if I lye,
+  Or seek to set you on with subtilty,
+  Let that meet with me, and reward my falshood.
+  No stirring yet, no start into a bravery?
+
+  _Ruy._ Madam, it may be, but being a main danger,
+  Your Grace must give me leave to look about me,
+  And take a little time, the cause will ask it.
+  Great Acts require great counsels.
+
+  _Quisar._ Take your pleasure,
+  I fear the Portugal.
+
+  _Ba._ I'll raise an Army
+  That shall bring back [h]is Island, Fort and all,
+  And fix it here.
+
+  _Gov._ How long will this be doing?
+  You should have begun in your Grandfather's days.
+
+  _Sy._ What may be,
+  And what my power can promise noblest Lady,
+  My will I am sure stands fair.
+
+  _Quisar._ Faire be your fortune,
+  Few promises are best, and fair performance.
+
+  _Gov._ These cannot doe,
+  Their power and arts are weak ones.
+  'Tis in my will, I have this King your brother,
+  He is my prisoner, I accept your proffer,
+  And bless the fair occasion that atchiev'd him:
+  I love ye, and I honor ye, but speak;
+  Whether alive or dead he shall be rendred,
+  And see how readily, how in an instant,
+  Quick as your wishes Lady--
+
+  _Quisar._ No, I scorn ye,
+  You and your courtesie; I hate your love Sir;
+  And ere I would so basely win his liberty,
+  I would study to forget he was my brother;
+  By force he was taken; he that shall enjoy me,
+  Shall fetch him back by force, or never know me.
+
+  _Py._ As I live, a rare Wench.
+
+  _Ar._ She has a noble spirit.
+
+  _Gov._ By force?
+
+  _Quisar._ Yes Sir, by force, and make you glad too
+  To let him goe.
+
+  _Gov._ How? you may look nobler on me,
+  And think me no such Boy; by force he must not,
+  For your love much may be.
+
+  _Quisar._ Put up your passion,
+  And pack ye home, I say, by force, and suddenly.
+  He lies there till he rots else, although I love him
+  Most tenderly and dearly, as a brother,
+  And out of these respects would joy to see him;
+  Yet to receive him as thy courtesie,
+  With all the honor thou couldst add unto him
+  From his hands that most hate him, I had rather,
+  Though no condition were propounded for him,
+  See him far sunke i'th earth, and there forget him.
+
+  _Py._ Your hopes are gelt good Governor.
+
+  _Arm._ A rare Woman.
+
+  _Gov._ Lady,
+  I'll pull this pride, I'll quench this bravery,
+  And turne your glorious scorn to tears and howlings;
+  I will proud Princess; this neglect of me
+  Shall make thy brother King most miserable;
+  Shall turn him into curses 'gainst thy cruelty:
+  For where before I us'd him like a King,
+  And did those Royal Offices unto him:
+  Now he shall lie a sad lump in a dungeon,
+  Loden with chains and fetters, colds and hunger,
+  Darkness, and lingring death for his companions;
+  And let me see who dare attempt his rescue,
+  What desperate fool? look toward it; farewel,
+  And when thou know'st him thus, lament thy follies,
+  Nay I will make thee kneel to take my offer:
+  Once more farewel, and put thy trust in puppits.              [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ If none dare undertake it, I'll live a mourner.
+
+  _Ba._ You cannot want.
+
+  _Sy._ You must not.
+
+  _Ru._ 'Tis most dangerous,
+  And wise men wou'd proceed with care and counsel,
+  Yet some way would I knew--
+  Walke with me Gentlemen--        [_Exeunt. Manent, Arm. and his Comp._
+
+  _Ar._ How do you like her spirit?
+
+  _Soz._ 'Tis a clear one,
+  Clog'd with no dirty stuff, she is all pure honor.
+
+  _Em._ The bravest Wench I ever look'd upon,
+  And of the strongest parts, she is most fair,
+  Yet her mind such a mirrour--
+
+  _Arm._ What an action
+  Wou'd this be to put forward on, what a glory,
+  And what an everlasting wealth to end it!
+  Methinks my soul is strangely rais'd.
+
+  _Soz._ To step into it,
+  Just while they think, and ere they have determin'd
+  To bring the King off.
+
+  _Ar._ Things have been done as dangerous.
+
+  _Em._ And prosper'd best when they were least consider'd.
+
+  _Ar._ Bless me my hopes,
+  And you my friends assist me.
+  None but our companions.
+
+  _Soz._ You deale wisely,
+  And if we shrink the name of slaves dye with us.
+
+  _Em._ Stay not for second thoughts.
+
+  _Ar._ I am determin'd;
+  And though I lose, it shall be sung, I was valiant,
+  And my brave offer shall be turn'd to story,
+  Worthy the Princess tongue. A Boat, that's all
+  That's unprovided, and habits like to Merchants,
+  The rest wee'l councel as we goe.
+
+  _Soz._ Away then,
+  Fortune looks fair on those, make haste to win her.         [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Keeper, and 2 or 3 Moores._
+
+  _Kee._ I Have kept many a Man, and many a great one,
+  Yet I confess, I nere saw before
+  A Man of such a sufferance; he lies now
+  Where I would not lay my dog, for sure 'twould kill him.
+  Where neither light or comfort can come near him;
+  Nor air, nor earth that's wholsome; it grieves me
+  To see a mighty King with all his glory,
+  Sunk o'th' sudden to the bottome of a dungeon.
+  Whether should we descend that are poor Rascals
+  If we had our deserts?
+
+  _1. Mo._ 'Tis a strange wonder,
+  Load him with Irons, oppress him with contempts,
+  Which are the Governors commands, give him nothing,
+  Or so little, to sustain life, 'tis next nothing;
+  They stir not him, he smiles upon his miseries,
+  And beares 'em with such strength, as if his nature
+  Had been nurs'd up, and foster'd with calamities.
+
+  _2._ He gives no ill words, curses, nor repines not,
+  Blames nothing, hopes in nothing, we can hear of;
+  And in the midst of all these frights, fears nothing.
+
+  _Kee._ I'll be sworne
+  He fears not, for even when I shake for him,
+  As many times my pitty will compell me,
+  When other souls, that bear not half his burthen,
+  Shrink in their powers, and burst with their oppressions;
+  Then will he Sing, wooe his afflictions,
+  And court 'em in sad airs, as if he wou'd wed 'em.
+
+  _1._ That's more than we have heard yet, we are only
+  Appointed for his Guard, but not so near him,
+  If we could hear that wonder--
+
+  _Kee._ Many times
+  I fear the Governor should come to know it;
+  For his voice so affects me, so delights me,
+  That when I find his hour, I have Musick ready,
+  And it stirs me infinitely, be but still and private,
+  And you may chance to hear.
+      [_King appears loden with chains, his head, and armes only above._
+
+  _2._ We will not stir, Sir;
+  This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.
+
+  _Kee._ Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall;
+  Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains--
+
+  _1._ Yet he looks temperately.
+
+  _2._ His eyes not sunk, and his complexion firm still,
+  No wildness, no distemper'd touch upon him,
+  How constantly he smiles, and how undanted!
+  With what a Majesty he heaves his head up!                  [_Musick._
+
+  _Kee._ Now marke, I know he will sing; do not disturb him.
+  Your allowance from the Governor, wou'd it were more sir,
+  Or in my power to make it hansomer.
+
+  _Kin._ Do not transgress thy charge, I take his bounty,
+  And fortune, whilst I bear a mind contented
+  Not leaven'd with the glory I am falen from,
+  Nor hang upon vain hopes, that may corrupt me.
+
+        _Enter Governor._
+
+  _Gov._ Thou art my slave, and I appear above thee.
+
+  _Kee._ The Governor himself.
+
+  _Gov._ What, at your banquet?
+  And in such state, and with such change of service?
+
+  _Kin._ Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.
+
+  _Gov._ This diet's holsome then.
+
+  _Kin._ I beg no better.
+
+  _Gov._ A calm contented mind, give him less next;
+  These full meals will oppress his health, his Grace
+  Is of a tender, and pure constitution,
+  And such repletions--
+
+  _Kin._ Mock, mock, it moves not me sir,
+  Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.
+
+  _Gov._ Ye carry it handsomely, but tell me patience,
+  Do not you curse the brave and royal Lady
+  Your gracious sister? do not you damn her pitty,
+  Damn twenty times a day, and damn it seriously?
+  Do not you swear aloud too, cry and kick?
+  The very soul sweat in thee with the agony
+  Of her contempt of me? Couldst not thou eat her
+  For being so injurious to thy fortune,
+  Thy fair and happy fortune? Couldst not thou wish her
+  A Bastard, or a Whore, fame might proclame her;
+  Black ugly fame, or that thou hadst had no sister?
+  Spitting the general name out, and the nature;
+  Blaspheming heaven for making such a mischief;
+  For giving power to pride, and will to Woman?
+
+  _Kin._ No Tyrant, no, I bless and love her for it;
+  And though her scorn of thee, had laid up for me
+  As many plagues as the corrupted air breeds,
+  As many mischiefs as the hours have minutes,
+  As many formes of Death, as doubt can figure;
+  Yet I should love [her] more still, and more honor her;
+  All thou canst lay upon me, cannot bend me,
+  No not the stroke of death, that I despise too:
+  For if fear could possess me, thou hadst won me;
+  As little from this hour I prize thy flatteries,
+  And less than those thy prayers, though thou wouldst kneel to me;
+  And if she be not Mistriss of this nature,
+  She is none of mine, no kin, and I contemne her.
+
+  _Gov._ Are you so valiant sir?
+
+  _Kin._ Yes, and so fortunate;
+  For he that holds his constancy still conquers;
+  Hadst thou preserv'd me as a noble enemy,
+  And as at first, made my restraint seem to me
+  But only as the shadow of captivity,
+  I had still spoke thee noble, still declar'd thee
+  A valiant, great, and worthy man, still lov'd thee,
+  And still prefer'd thy fair love to my sister;
+  But to compell this from me with a misery,
+  A most inhumane, and unhandsome slavery--
+
+  _Gov._ You will relent for all this talk I fear not,
+  And put your wits a work agen.
+
+  _Kin._ You are cozen'd;
+  Or if I were so weak to be wrought to it,
+  So fearful to give way to so much poverty,
+  How I should curse her heart if she consented!
+
+  _Gov._ You shall write, and entreat, or--
+
+  _Kin._ Do thy utmost,
+  And e'en in all thy tortures I'll laugh at thee,
+  I'll think thee no more valiant, but a villain;
+  Nothing thou hast done brave, but like a thief,
+  Atchiev'd by craft, and kept by cruelty;
+  Nothing thou canst deserve, thou art unhonest;
+  Nor no way live to build a Name, thou art barbarous.
+
+  _Gov._ Down with him low enough, there let him murmur,
+  And see his diet be so light and little,
+  He grow not thus high hearted on't, I will coole ye,
+  And make ye cry for mercy, and be ready
+  To work my ends, and willingly; and your sister taken down,
+  Your scornful, cruel sister shall repent too,
+  And sue to me for grace.
+  Give him no liberty,
+  But let his bands be doubled, his ease lessened;
+  Nothing his heart desires, but vex and torture him:
+  Let him not sleep, nothing that's dear to nature
+  Let him enjoy; yet take heed that he dye not;
+  Keep him as near death, and as willing to embrace it,
+  But see he arrive not at it; I will humble him.
+  And her stout heart that stands on such defiance;
+  And let me see her champions that dare venture
+  Her high and mighty wooers, keep your guards close,
+  And as you love your lives be diligent.
+  And what I charge, observe.
+
+  _Omnes._ We shall be dutiful.
+
+  _Gov._ I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery. [_Exit Gov._
+
+  _1._ Most certain he is resolved nothing can stir him;
+  For if he had but any part about him
+  Gave way to fear or hope, he durst not talk thus,
+  And do thus stoutly too, as willingly,
+  And quietly he sunk down to his sorrows,
+  As some men [to] their sleeps.
+
+  _Keep._ Yes, and sleeps with e'm;
+  So little he regards them, there's the wonder,
+  And often soundly sleeps, wou'd I durst pity him,
+  Or wou'd it were in my will, but we are servants,
+  And tied unto command.
+
+  _2._ I wish him better,
+  But much I fear h'as found his tombe already,
+  We must observe our guards.
+
+  _1._ He cannot last long,
+  And when he is dead, he is free.
+
+  _Kee._ That's the most cruelty,
+  That we must keep him living.
+
+  _2._ That's as he please;
+  For that Man that resolves, needs no Phisitian.             [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Soza, Emanuel _like Merchants, arm'd
+        underneath_.
+
+  _Arm._ Our prosperous passage was an omen to us,
+  A lucky and a fair omen.
+
+  _Omnes._ We believe it.
+
+  _Ar._ The Sea and Wind strove who should most befriend us,
+  And as they favour'd our design, and lov'd us,
+  So lead us forth--Where lies the Boat that brought us?
+
+  _Soz._ Safe lodg'd within the Reeds, close by the Castle,
+  That no eye can suspect, nor thought come near it.
+
+  _Em._ But where have you been, brave sir?
+
+  _Ar._ I have broke the Ice Boyes:
+  I have begun the game, fair fortune guide it,
+  Suspectless have I travell'd all the Town through,
+  And in this Merchants shape won much acquaintance,
+  Survey'd each strength and place that may befriend us,
+  View'd all his Magazines, got perfect knowledge
+  Of where the Prison is, and what power guards it.
+
+  _Soz._ These will be strong attempts.
+
+  _Ar._ Courage is strong:
+  What we beg[a]n with policy, my dear friends,
+  Let's end with manly force; there's no retiring,
+  Unless it be with shame.
+
+  _Em._ Shame his that hopes it.
+
+  _Ar._ Better a few, and clearer fame will follow us,
+  However, lose or win, and speak our memories,
+  Than if we led our Armies; things done thus,
+  And of this noble weight, will stile us worthies.
+
+  _Soz._ Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute,
+  And if we flinch, or fail--
+
+  _Ar._ I am sure ye dare not.
+  Then farther know, and let no ear be near us,
+  That may be false.
+
+  _Em._ Speak boldly on, we are honest;
+  Our lives and fortunes yours.
+
+  _Ar._ Hard by the place then
+  Where all his Treasure lies, his Armes, his Women,
+  Close by the Prison too where he keeps the King,
+  I have hir'd a lodging, as a Trading Merchant,
+  A Celler to that too, to stow my Wares in,
+  The very Wall of which, joynes to his store-house.
+
+  _Soz._ What of all this?
+
+  _Ar._ Ye are dull, if ye apprehend not:
+  Into that Cellar, elected friends, I have convey'd,
+  And unsuspected too, that that will do it;
+  That that will make all shake, and smoak too.
+
+  _Em._ Ha?
+
+  _Ar._ My thoughts have not been idle, nor my practice:
+  The fire I brought here with me shall do something,
+  Shall burst into material flames, and bright ones,
+  That all the Island shall stand wondring at it,
+  As if they had been stricken with a Comet:
+  Powder is ready, and enough to work it,
+  The Match is left a-fire, all, all husht, and lockt close,
+  No man suspecting what I am but Merchant:
+  An hour hence, my brave friends, look for the fury,
+  The fire to light us to our honour'd purpose,
+  For by that time 'twill take.
+
+  _Soz._ What are our duties?
+
+  _Ar._ When all are full of fear and fright, the Governor
+  Out of his wits, to see the flames so imperious,
+  Ready to turn to ashes all he worships,
+  And all the people there to stop these ruins,
+  No man regarding any private office;
+  Then flie we to the prison suddenly,
+  Here's one has found the way, and dares direct us.
+
+  _Em._ Then to our swords and good hearts,
+  I long for it.
+
+  _Ar._ Certain we shall not find much opposition,
+  But what is must be forced.
+
+  _Soz._ 'Tis bravely cast Sir,
+  And surely too I hope.
+
+  _Ar._ If the fire fail not,
+  And powder hold his nature, some must presently
+  Upon the first cry of th' amazed people,
+  (For nothing will be markt then, but the misery)
+  Be ready with the boat upon an instant,
+  And then all's right and fair.
+
+  _Em._ Bless us dear fortune.
+
+  _Ar._ Let us be worthy of it in our courage,
+  And fortune must befriend us, come all sever,
+  But keep still within sight, when the flame rises
+  Let's meet, or either doe, or dye.
+
+  _Soz._ So be it.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Governor, and Captain._
+
+  _Gov._ No Captain, for those Troops we need 'em not,
+  The Town is strong enough to stand their furies;
+  I wou'd see 'em come, and offer to do something.
+  They are high in words.
+
+  _Cap._ 'Tis safer Sir then doing.
+
+  _Gov._ Dost think they dare attempt?
+
+  _Cap._ May be by Treaty,
+  But sure by force they will not prove so froward.
+
+  _Gov._ No faith, I warrant thee, they know me well enough
+  And know they have no Child in hand to play with:
+  They know my nature too, I have bit some of 'em,
+  And to the bones, they have reason to remember me,
+  It makes me laugh to think how glorious
+  The fools are in their promises, and how pregnant
+  Their wits and powers are to bring things to pass;
+  Am I not grown lean with loss of sleep and care
+  To prevent these threatnings, Captain?
+
+  _Cap._ You look well Sir:
+  Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken
+  Upon any such conceit.
+
+  _Gov._ I hope I shall not:
+  Well, wou'd I had this Wench, for I must have her,
+  She must be mine; and there's another charge Captain;
+  What betwixt love and brawling I got nothing,
+  All goes in maintenance--
+  Heark, What was that,                              [_The Train takes._
+  That noise there? it went with a violence.
+
+  _Cap._ Some old wall belike Sir,
+  That had no neighbor help to hold it up,
+  Is fallen suddenly.
+
+  _Gov._ I must discard these Rascals,
+  That are not able to maintain their buildings,
+  They blur the beauty of the Town.
+
+  _Within._ Fire, Fire.
+
+  _Gov._ I hear another tune, good Captain,
+  It comes on fresher still, 'tis loud and fearful,
+  Look up into the Town, how bright the ayr shewes;
+  Upon my life some sudden fire.                             [_Ex. Cap._
+  The bell too?                                           [_Bell Rings._
+  I hear the noise more clear.
+
+        _Enter Citizen._
+
+  _Cit._ Fire, fire.
+
+  _Gov._ Where? where?
+
+  _Cit._ Suddenly taken in a Merchan[t]s house sir,
+  Fearful and high it blazes; help good people.
+
+  _Gov._ Pox o'their paper-houses, how they smother,
+  They light like Candles, how the rore still rises!
+
+        _Enter Captain._
+
+  _Cap._ Your Magazine's a fire Sir, help, help suddenly,
+  The Castle too is in danger, in much danger,
+  All will be lost, get the people presently,
+  And all that are your Guard, and all help, all hands Sir,
+  Your wealth, your strength, is burnt else, the Town perisht;
+  The Castle now begins to flame.
+
+  _Gov._ My soul shakes.
+
+  _Cap._ A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him,
+  That ever such a neighbour, such a villain--
+
+  _Gov._ Raise all the Garrison, and bring 'em up.
+
+        _Enter other Citizens._
+
+  And beat the people forward--Oh I have lost all
+  In one house, all my hopes: good worthy Citizens
+  Follow me all, and all your powers give to me,
+  I will reward you all. Oh cursed fortune--
+  The flame's more violent: arise still, help, help, Citizens,
+  Freedom and wealth to him that helps: follow, oh follow.
+  Fling wine, or any thing, I'll see't recompenc'd.
+  Buckets, more Buckets; fire, fire, fire.                 [_Ex. omnes._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, _and his company_.
+
+  _Arm._ Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up
+  To our discovery.
+
+  _Soz._ Heark, what a merry cry
+  These hounds make! forward fairly,
+  We are not seen in the mist, we are not noted. Away,
+  Away. Now if we lose our fortune--                            [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Captain and Citizens._
+
+  _Cap._ Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.
+
+  _Cit._ More water, more water, all is consum'd else.
+
+  _Cap._ All's gone, unless you undertake it straight, your
+  Wealth too, that must preserve, and pay your labor bravely.
+  Up, up, away.                               [_Ex. Cap. and Cit. Then,_
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia _and his company breaking open a Doore_.
+
+  _Ar._ So, thou art open, keep the way clear
+  Behind still. Now for the place.
+
+  _Sold._ 'Tis here Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ Sure this is it.
+  Force ope the doore--A miserable creature!
+  Yet by his manly face--                        [_The King discovered._
+
+  _Kin._ Why stare ye on me?
+  You cannot put on faces to afright me:
+  In death I am a King still, and contemne ye:
+  Where is that Governor? Methinks his Man-hood
+  Should be well pleas'd to see my Tragedy,
+  And come to bath his stern eyes in my sorrows;
+  I dare him to the sight, bring his scorns with him,
+  And all his rugged threats: here's a throat, soldiers;
+  Come, see who can strike deepest.
+
+  _Em._ Break the Chain there.
+
+  _Kin._ What does this mean?
+
+  _Ar._ Come, talke of no more Governors,
+  He has other business, Sir, put your Legs forward,
+  And gather up your courage like a Man,
+  Wee'll carry off your head else: we are friends,
+  And come to give your sorrows ease.
+
+  _Soz._ On bravely;
+  Delayes may lose agen.
+
+        _Enter Guard._
+
+  _Ar._ The Guard.
+
+  _Soz._ Upon 'em.
+
+  _Ar._ Make speedy, and sure work.
+
+  _Em._ They flie.
+
+  _Ar._ Up with him, and to the Boat; stand fast, now be speedy;
+  When this heat's past, wee'll sing our History.
+  Away, like thoughts, sudden as desires, friends;
+  Now sacred chance be ours.
+
+  _Soz._ Pray when we have done, Sir.                         [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter 3 or 4 Citizens severally._
+
+  _1._ What is the fire allaid?
+
+  _2._ 'Tis out, 'tis out,
+  Or past the worst, I never did so stoutly
+  I'll assure you neighbours since I was a Man:
+  I have been burnt at both ends like a squib:
+  I liv'd two hours in the' fire, 'twas a hideous matter;
+  But when men of understanding come about it,
+  Men that judge of things, my Wife gave me over,
+  And took her leave a hundred times, I bore up still,
+  And tost the Buckets Boys.
+
+  _3._  We are all meere Martins.
+
+  _1._ I heard a voice at latter end o'th hurry,
+  Or else I dreamt I heard it, that said Treason.
+
+  _2._ 'Tis like enough, it might cry Murder too, for there was
+  Many without a joint, but what's that to us: Let's home
+  And fright our Wives, for we look like Devils.
+
+        _Enter 3 Women._
+
+  _3._  Here come some of 'em to fright us.
+
+  _1 W._ Mine's alive neighbor--oh sweet hony husband.
+
+  _2._ Thou liest, I think abominably, and thou hadst been
+  In my place, thou wouldst have stunk at both ends.
+  Get me some drink, give me whole Tuns of drink,
+  Whole cisterns; for I have four dozen of fine firebrands
+  In my belly, I have more smoke in my mouth, than would
+  Blote a hundred Herrings.
+
+  _2 Wo._ Art thou come safe agen?
+
+  _3 Wo._ I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?
+
+  _2._ At hearts ease in a Well, is very well neighbor;
+  We left him drinking of a new dozen of Buckets;
+  Thy husbands happy, he was through roasted,
+  And now he's basting of himself at all points:
+  The Clark and he are cooling their pericraniums;
+  Body [O] me neighbors there's fire in my Codpiece.
+
+  _1 Wo._ Bless my Husband.
+
+  _2._ Blow it out Wife--blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.
+
+  _Women._ Some water, water, water.
+
+  _3._ Peace, 'tis but a sparkle;
+
+  Raise not the Town again, 'twill be a great hindrance,
+  I'm glad 'tis out, and't had ta'en in my Hay-loft?
+  What frights are [t]hese, marry heaven bless thy modicum.
+
+  _3 Wo._ But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of
+  Fear neighbor.
+
+  _2._ Thou wouldst have it so, but after a hundred fires
+  More, he'll live to see thee burnt for brewing musty
+  Liquor.
+
+  _1._ Come, let's go neighbor.
+
+  _2._ For I would very fain turn down this liquor;
+  Come, come, I fry like a burnt mary-bone:
+  Women get you afore, and draw upon us;
+  Run wenches, run, and let your Taps run with ye;
+  Run as the fire were in your tails, cry Ale, Ale.
+
+  _Wom._ Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.
+
+  _2._ We'll rallie up the rest of the burnt Regiment.
+
+        _Enter Governor, Captain, Soldier, and Guard._
+
+  _Gov._ The fire's quencht Captain, but the mischief hangs still;
+  The King's redeem'd, and gone too; a trick, a dam'd one:
+  Oh I am overtaken poorly, tamely.
+
+  _Cap._ Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?
+
+  _Sol._ Most of'em slain, yet some scap'd, Sir, and they deliver,
+  They saw a little boat ready to receive him,
+  And those redeem'd him, making such haste and fighting;
+  Fighting beyond the force of men.
+
+  _Gov._ I am lost Captain,
+  And all the world will laugh at this, and scorn me:
+  Count me a heavy sleepy fool, a coward,
+  A coward past recovery, a confirm'd coward,
+  One without carriage, or common sense.
+
+  _Sol._ Hee's gon Sir,
+  And put to Sea amaine, past our recovery,
+  Not a Boat ready to pursue; if there were any,
+  The people stand amazed so at their valor,
+  And the sudden fright of fire, none knows to execute.
+
+  _Gov._ Oh, I could tear my limbs, and knock my boys brains
+  'Gainst every post I meet; fool'd with a fire?
+
+  _Cap._ It was a crafty trick.
+
+  _Gov._ No, I was lazy,
+  Confident sluggish lazie, had I but met 'em
+  And chang'd a dozen blowes, I had forgiv'n 'em,
+  By both these hands held up, and by that brightness
+  That gildes the world with light, by all our worships,
+  The hidden ebbes and flowes of the blew Ocean,
+  I will not rest; no mirth shall dwell upon me,
+  Wine touch my mouth, nor any thing refresh me,
+  Till I be wholly quit of this dishonor:
+  Make ready my _Barrato's_ instantly,
+  And what I shall intend--
+
+  _Cap._ We are your servants.                                [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, Ruy Dyas.
+
+  _Quisar._ Never tell me, you never car'd to win me,
+  Never for my sake to attempt a deed,
+  Might draw me to a thought, you sought my favor:
+  If not for love of me, for love of armes Sir,
+  For that cause you profess, for love of honor,
+  Of which you stile your self the mighty Master,
+  You might have stept out nobly, and made an offer,
+  As if you had intended something excellent,
+  Put on a forward face.
+
+  _Ru._ Dear Lady hold me--
+
+  _Quisar._ I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.
+
+  _Ru._ By ---- I dare doe--
+
+  _Quisar._ In a Ladies chamber
+  I dare believe ye, there's no mortal danger:
+  Give me the man that dares do, to deserve that:
+  I thought you _Portugals_ had been rare wonders,
+  Men of those haughty courages and credits,
+  That all things were confin'd within your promises,
+  The Lords of fate and fortune I believ'd ye,
+  But well I see I am deceiv'd _Ruy Dias_,
+  And blame, too late, my much beliefe.
+
+  _Ru. I_ am asham'd, Lady,
+  I was so dull, so stupid to your offer:
+  Now you have once more school'd me, I am right,
+  And something shall be thought on suddenly,
+  And put in Act as soon, some preparation--
+
+  _Quisar._ And give it out?
+
+  _Ru._ Yes, Lady, and so great too;
+  In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men--
+
+  _Quisar._ Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,
+  And though he be restor'd alive.
+
+  _Ru._ I have ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ For then we are both servants.
+
+  _Ru._ I conceive ye,
+  Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.
+
+  _Quis._ Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you.   [_Ex._
+
+  _Ru._ My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,
+  The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,
+  _Syana's_ strength, for I can humor him:
+  And proud _Bekamus_, I shall deceive his glory.            [_A shout._
+  What ringing sound of joy is this? whence comes it?
+  May be the Princes are in sport.
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Christoph.
+
+  _Py._ Where are ye?
+
+  _Ru._ Now _Pyniero_, What's the haste you seek me?
+
+  _Py._ Doe you know this sign Sir?
+
+  _Ru._ Ha!
+
+  _Py._ Do you know this embleme:
+  Your nose is boar'd.
+
+  _Ru._ Boar'd? What's that?
+
+  _Py._ Y'are topt Sir:
+  The King's come home again, the King.
+
+  _Ru._ The Devil!
+
+  _Py._ Nay sure he came a Gods name home:
+  He's return'd Sir.
+
+  _Christ._ And all this joy ye hear--
+
+  _Ru._ Who durst attempt him?
+  The Princes are all here.
+
+  _Chry._ They are worthy Princes,
+  They are special Princes, all they love by ounces.
+  Believe it Sir, 'tis done, and done most bravely and easily.
+  What fortune have ye lost Sir?
+  What justice have ye now unto this Lady?
+
+  _Py._ How stands your claim?
+  That ever Man should be fool'd so,
+  When he should do and prosper; stand protesting,
+  Kissing the hand, and farting for a favor,
+  When he should be about his business sweating;
+  She bid you go, and pickt you out a purpose,
+  To make your self a fortune by, a Lady, a Lady, and a lusty one,
+  A lovely, that now you may go look, she pointed ye,
+  Knowing you were a man of worth and merit,
+  And bid you fly, you have made a fair flight on't,
+  You have caught a Goose.
+
+  _Ru._ How dare you thus molest me?                         [_A shout._
+  It cannot be.
+
+  _Chr._ Heark how the general joy rings!
+
+  _Py._ Have you your hearing left? Is not that drunk too?
+  For if you had been sober, you had been wise sure.
+
+  _Ru._ Done? Who dares do?
+
+  _Py._ It seems an honest fellow,
+  That has ended his Market before you be up.
+
+  _Chr._ The shame on't 's a stranger too.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis no shame,
+  He took her at her word, and tied the bargain,
+  Dealt like a man indeed, stood not demurring,
+  But clapt close to the cause, as he will do to the Lady:
+  'Is a fellow of that speed and handsomness,
+  He will get her with child too, ere you shall come to know him,
+  Is it not brave, a gentleman scarce landed,
+  Scarce eating of the air here, not acquainted,
+  No circumstance of love depending on him,
+  Nor no command to shew him, must start forth,
+  At the first sight to--
+
+  _Ru._ I am undone.
+
+  _Py._ Like an Oyster:
+  She neither taking view, nor value of him,
+  Unto such deeds as these--Pox o' these,
+  These wise delayings--
+  They make men cowards.
+  You are undone as a man would undoe an egge,
+  A hundred shames about ye.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, Panura, _and Traine_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Can it be possible,
+  A stranger that I have not known, not seen yet,
+  A man I never grac'd; O Captain, Captain,
+  What shall I do?  I am betray'd by fortune,
+  It cannot be, it must not be.
+
+  _Py._ It is Lady,
+  And by my faith a hansome Gentleman;
+  'Tis his poor Schollers prize.
+
+  _Quisar._ Must I be given
+  Unto a Man I never saw, ne're spoke with,
+  I know not of what Nation?
+
+  _Py._ Is a Portugal,
+  And of as good a pitch he will be giv'n to you Lady,
+  For he's given much to hansome flesh.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh _Ruy Dias_,
+  This was your sloth, your sloth, your sloth _Ruy Dias_.
+
+  _Py._ Your love sloth; Unckle do you find it now?
+  You should have done at first, and faithfully:             [_A shout._
+  And then th'other had lyed ready for ye;
+  Madam, the general joy comes.
+
+  _Quisar._ We must meet it--but with what comfort?
+
+        _Enter Citizens carrying boughs_, _boyes singing after 'em_;
+        _Then_ King, Armusia, Soza, Emanuel; _The Princes and train
+        following_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh my dear brother, what a joy runs through me,
+  To see you safe again, your self, and mighty,
+  What a blest day is this!
+
+  _Kin._ Rise up fair Sister,
+  I am not welcome till you have embraced me.
+
+  _Ru._ A general gladness sir flies through the City,
+  And mirth possesses all to see your Grace arrive,
+  Thus happily arriv'd again, and fairly;
+  'Twas a brave venture who so e'er put for it,
+  A high and noble one, worthy much honor;
+  And had it fail'd, we had not fail'd great Sir,
+  And in short time too, to have forc'd the Governor,
+  In spight of all his threats.
+
+  _Kin._ I thank ye Gentleman.
+
+  _Ru._ And all his subtilties to set you free,
+  With all his heart and will too.
+
+  _Kin._ I know ye love me.
+
+  _Py._ This had been good with something done before it,
+  Something set off to beautifie it, now it sounds empty, like
+  A Barbers bason, pox there's no metall in't, no noble marrow.
+
+  _Ba._ I have an Army Sir, but that the Governor,
+  The foolish fellow was a little provident,
+  And wise in letting slip no time, became him too,
+  That would have scour'd him else, and all his confines;
+  That would have rung him such a peal--
+
+  _Py._ Yes backward,
+  To make dogs houl, I know thee to a farthing,
+  Thy Army's good for Hawks, there's
+  Nothing but sheeps hearts in it.
+
+  _Sy._ I have done nothing Sir, therefore
+  I think it convenient I say little what I purposed,
+  And what my love intended.
+
+  _Kin._ I like your modesty,
+  And thank ye royal friends, I know it griev'd ye
+  To know my misery; but this man, Prince[s],
+  I must thank heartily, indeed, and treuly,
+  For this Man saw me in't, and redeemed me:
+  He lookt upon me sinking, and then caught me.
+  This Sister this, this all Man, this all valor,
+  This pious Man.
+
+  _Ru._ My countenance, it shames me,
+  One scarce arriv'd, not harden'd yet, not
+  Read in dangers and great deeds, sea-sick, not season'd--
+  Oh I have boy'd my self.
+
+  _Kin._ This noble bulwark,
+  This launce and honor of our age and Kingdome;
+  This that I never can reward, nor hope
+  To be once worthy of the name of friend to,
+  This, this Man from the bowels of my sorrows
+  Has new begot my name, and once more made me:
+  Oh sister, if there may be thanks for this,
+  Or any thing near recompence invented.
+
+  _Ar._ You are too noble Sir, there is reward
+  Above my action too by millions:
+  A recompence so rich and glorious,
+  I durst not dreame it mine, but that 'twas promised;
+  But that it was propounded, sworn and sealed
+  Before the face of Heaven, I durst not hope it,
+  For nothing in the life of man, or merit,
+  It is so truly great, can else embrace it.
+
+  _Kin._ O speak it, speak it, bless mine ears to hear it,
+  Make me a happy man, to know it may be,
+  For still methinks I am a prisoner,
+  And feel no liberty before I find it.
+
+  _Ar._ Then know it is your sister, she is mine Sir,
+  I claime her by her own word, and her honor;
+  It was her open promise to that Man
+  That durst redeeme ye; Beauty set me on,
+  And fortune crowns me fair, if she receive me.
+
+  _Kin._ Receive ye, Sir--why Sister--ha--so backward,
+  Stand as you knew me not? nor what he has ventured?
+  My dearest Sister.
+
+  _Ar._ Good Sir pardon me,
+  There is a blushing modesty becomes her,
+  That holds her back; Women are nice to wooe Sir;
+  I would not have her forc'd; give her fair liberty;
+  For things compell'd and frighted, of soft natures,
+  Turn into fears, and flie from their own wishes.
+
+  _Kin._ Look on him my _Quisara_, such another,
+  Oh all ye powers, so excellent in nature!
+  In honor so abundant!--
+
+  _Quisar._ I confess Sir,
+  Confess my word is past too, he has purchased;
+  Yet good Sir give me leave to think; but time
+  To be acquainted with his worth and person;
+  To make me fit to know it; we are both strangers,
+  And how we should believe so suddenly,
+  Or come to fasten our affections--
+  Alas, love has his complements.
+
+  _Kin._ Be sudden
+  And certain in your way, no woman[s] doubles,
+  Nor coy delayes, you are his, and so assure it,
+  Or cast from me and my remembrance ever;
+  Respect your word, I know you will, come Sister,
+  Lets see what welcome you can give a prisoner,
+  And what fair looks a friend--Oh my most noble
+  Princes, no discontents, but all be lusty,
+  He that frowns this day is an open enemy:
+  Thus in my armes my dear.
+
+  _Ar._ You make me blush Sir.
+
+  _Kin._ And now lead on--
+  Our whole Court crown'd with pleasure.
+
+  _Ru._ Madam, despair not, something shall be done yet,
+  And suddenly, and wisely.
+
+  _Quisar._ O _Ruy Dias_.                                         [_Ex._
+
+  _Py._ Well, he's a brave fellow, and he has deserv'd her richly;
+  And you have had your hands full I dare swear Gentlemen.
+
+  _Soz._ We have done something, Sir, if it hit right.
+
+  _Ch._ The woman has no eyes else, nor no honesty,
+  So much I think.
+
+  _Py._ Come, let's goe bounce amongst 'em,
+  To the Kings health, and my brave Country-mans.
+  My Unckle looks as though he were sick oth'
+  Worms friends.                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero.
+
+  Mine Unckle haunts me up and down, looks melancholy,
+  Wondrous proof melancholy, sometimes swears
+  Then whistles, starts, cries, and groans, as if he had the Bots,
+  As to say truth, I think h'as little better,
+  A[n]d we'd fain speak; bids me good morrow at midnight,
+  And good night when 'tis noon, has something hovers
+  About his brains, that would fain find an issue,
+  But cannot out, or dares not: still he follows.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dyas.
+
+  How he looks still, and how he beats about,
+  Like an old dog at a dead scent! I marry,
+  There was a sigh wou'd a set a ship a sailing:
+  These winds of love and honor, blow at all ends.
+  Now speak and't be thy Will: good morrow Uncle.
+
+  _Ru._ Good morrow Sir.
+
+  _Py._ This is a new salute:
+  Sure h'as forgot me: this is pur-blind _Cupid_.
+
+  _Ru._ My Nephew?
+
+  _Py._ Yes Sir, if I be not chang'd.
+
+  _Ru._ I wou'd fain speak with you.
+
+  _Py._ I wou'd fain have ye, Sir,
+  For to that end I stay.
+
+  _Ru._ You know I love ye,
+  And I have lov'd ye long, my dear _Pyniero_,
+  Bred and supply'd you.
+
+  _Py._ Whither walks this Preamble?
+
+  _Ru._ You may remember, though I am but your Uncle,
+  I sure had a father's care, a father's tenderness.
+
+  _Py._ Sure he would wrap me into something now suddenly,
+  He doubts my nature in, for mine is honest,
+  He winds about me so.
+
+  _Ru._ A fathers diligence.
+  My private benefits I have forgot, Sir,
+  But those you might lay claim to as my follower;
+  Yet some men wou'd remember--
+
+  _Py._ I do daily.
+
+  _Ru._ The place which I have put ye in, which is no weak one,
+  Next to my self you stand in all employments,
+  Your counsels, cares, assignments with me equal,
+  So is my study still to plant your person;
+  These are small testimonies I have not forgot ye,
+  Nor wou'd not be forgotten.
+
+  _Pyn._ Sure you cannot.
+
+  _Ru._ Oh _Pyniero_--
+
+  _Pyn._ Sir, what hangs upon you,
+  What heavy weight oppresses ye, ye have lost,
+  (I must confess, in those that understand ye)
+  Some little of your credit, but time will cure that;
+  The best may slip sometimes.
+
+  _Ru._ Oh my best Nephew--
+
+  _Pyn._ It may be ye fear her too, that disturbs ye,
+  That she may fall her self, or be forc'd from ye.
+
+  _Ru._ She is ever true, but I undone for ever.
+  Oh that _Armusia_, that new thing, that stranger,
+  That flag stuck up to rob me of mine honor;
+  That murd'ring chain shot at me from my Countrey:
+  That goodly plague that I must court to kill me.
+
+  _Pyn._ Now it comes flowing from him, I fear'd this,
+  Knew, he that durst be idle, durst be ill too,
+  Has he not done a brave thing?
+
+  _Ru._ I must confess it Nephew, must allow it,
+  But that brave thing has undone me, has sunk me,
+  Has trod me like a name in sand, to nothing,
+  Hangs betwixt hope and me, and threatens my ruin;
+  And if he rise and blaze, farewel my fortune;
+  And when that's set, where's thy advancement, Cosin?
+  That were a friend, that were a noble kinsman,
+  That would consider these; that man were grateful;
+  And he that durst do something here, durst love me.
+
+  _Pyn._ You say true, 'tis worth consideration,
+  Your reasons are of weight, and mark me Uncle,
+  For I'll be sudden, and to th' purpose with you.
+  Say this _Armusia_, then were taken off,
+  As it may be easily done,
+  How stands the woman?
+
+  _Ru._ She is mine for ever;
+  For she contemns his deed and him.
+
+  _Pyn._ Pox on him.
+  Or if the single pox be not sufficient,
+  The hogs, the dogs, the devils pox possess him:
+  'Faith this _Armusia_ stumbles me, 'tis a brave fellow;
+  And if he could be spared Uncle--
+
+  _Ru._ I must perish:
+  Had he set up at any rest but this,
+  Done any thing but what concern'd my credit,
+  The everlasting losing of my worth--
+
+  _Pyn._ I understand you now, who set you on too.
+  I had a reasonable good opinion of the devil
+  Till this hour; and I see he is a knave indeed,
+  An arrant, stinking knave, for now I smell him;
+  I'll see what may be done then, you shall know
+  You have a kinsman, but no villain Uncle,
+  Nor no betrayer of fair fame, I scorn it;
+  I love and honor virtue; I must have
+  Access unto the Lady to know her mind too,
+  A good word from her mouth you know may stir me;
+  A Ladies look at setting on--
+
+  _Ru._ You say well,
+  Here Cosin, here's a Letter ready for you,
+  And you shall see how nobly she'll receive you,
+  And with what [c]are direct.
+
+  _Pyn._ Farewel then Uncle,
+  After I have talk'd with her, I am your servant,
+  To make you honest if I can--else hate you.
+  Pray ye no more compliments, my head is busie, heaven bless me;
+  What a malicious soul does this man carry!
+  And to what scurvy things this love converts us!
+  What stinking things, and how sweetly they become us!
+  Murther's a moral virtue with these Lovers,
+  A special piece of Divinity, I take it:
+  I may be mad, or violently drunk.
+  Which is a whelp of that litter; or I may be covetous,
+  And learn to murther mens estates, that's base too;
+  Or proud, but that's a Paradise to this;
+  Or envious, and sit eating of my self
+  At others fortunes; I may lye, and damnably,
+  Beyond the patience of an honest hearer;
+  Cosin, Cutpurses, sit i'th' Stocks for apples.
+  But when I am a Lover, Lord have mercy,
+  These are poor pelting sins, or rather plagues,
+  Love and Ambition draw the devils Coach.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisana, _and_ Panura.
+
+  How now! who are these? Oh my great Ladies followers,
+  Her Riddle-founders, and her Fortune-tellers.
+  Her readers of her Love-Lectures, her Inflamers:
+  These doors I must pass through, I hope they are wide.
+  Good day to your beauties, how they take it to 'em!
+  As if they were fair indeed.
+
+  _Quisan._ Good morrow to you, Sir.
+
+  _Pyn._ That's the old Hen, the brood-bird! how she busles!
+  How like an Inventory of Lechery she looks!
+  Many a good piece of iniquity
+  Has past her hands, I warrant her--I beseech you,
+  Is the fair Princess stirring?
+
+  _Pan._ Yes marry is she, Sir.
+  But somewhat private: you have a business with her?
+
+  _Py._ Yes forsooth have I, and a serious business.
+
+  _Pan._ May not we know?
+
+  _Py._ Yes, when you can keep counsel.
+
+  _Pan._ How prettily he looks! he's a soldier sure,
+  His rudeness sits so handsomly upon him.
+
+  _Quisan._ A good blunt Gentleman.
+
+  _Py._ Yes marry am I:
+  Yet for a push or two at sharp, and't please you--
+
+  _Pan._ My honest friend, you know not who you speak to:
+  This is the Princesses Aunt,
+
+  _Py._ I like her the better
+  And she were her Mother (Lady) or her Grandmother,
+  I am not so bashful, but I can buckle with her.
+
+  _Pan._ Of what size is your business?
+
+  _Py[n]._ Of the long sixteens,
+  And will make way I warrant ye.
+
+  _Pan._ How fine he talks!
+
+  _Pyn._ Nay in troth I talk but coursely, Lady,
+  But I hold it comfortable for the understanding:
+  How fain they wou'd draw me into ribaldry!
+  These wenches that live easily, live high,
+  [And l]ove these broad discourses, as they love possets;
+  These dry delights serve for preparatives.
+
+  _Pan._ Why do you look so on me?
+
+  _Pyn._ I am guessing
+  By the cast of your face, what the property of your place, should be,
+  For I presume you turn a key, sweet beauty,
+  And you another, gravity, under the Princess,
+  And by my ---- I warrant ye good places,
+  Comly commodious Seats.
+
+  _Quisan._ Prethee let him talk still.
+  For me thinks he talks handsomely.
+
+  _Py._ And truly
+  As near as my understanding shall enable me
+  You look as if you kept my Ladies secrets:
+  Nay, do not laugh, for I mean honestly,
+  How these young things tattle, when they get a toy by th' end!
+  And how their hearts go pit-a-pat, and look for it!
+  Wou'd it not dance too, if it had a Fiddle?
+  Your gravity I guess, to take the Petitions,
+  And hear the lingring suits in love dispos'd,
+  Their sighs and sorrows in their proper place,
+  You keep the Ay-me Office.
+
+  _Quisan._ Prethee suffer him,
+  For as I live he's a pretty fellow;
+  I love to hear sometimes what men think of us:
+  And thus deliver'd freely, 'tis no malice:
+  Proceed good honest man.
+
+  _Pin._ I will, good Madam.
+  According to mens states and dignities,
+  Moneys and moveables, you rate their dreams,
+  And cast the Nativity of their desires,
+  If he reward well, all he thinks is prosperous:
+  And if he promise place, his dreams are Oracles;
+  Your antient practique Art too in these discoveries,
+  Who loves at such a length, who a span farther,
+  And who draws home, yield you no little profit,
+  For these ye milk by circumstance.
+
+  _Qui._ Ye are cunning.
+
+  _Pin._ And as they oil ye, and advance your Spindle,
+  So you draw out the lines of love, your doors too,
+  The doors of destiny, that men must pass through;
+  These are fair places.
+
+  _Pan._ He knows all.
+
+  _Pin._ Your trap-doors,
+  To pop fools in it, that have no providence,
+  Your little wickets, to work wise men, like wires, through at,
+  And draw their states and bodies into Cobwebs,
+  Your Postern doors, to catch those that are cautelous,
+  And would not have the worlds eye find their knaveries:
+  Your doors of danger, some men hate a pleasure,
+  Unless that may be full of fears; your hope doors,
+  And those are fine commodities, where fools pay
+  For every new enco[u]ragement, a new custom;
+  You have your doors of honor, and of pleasure;
+  But those are for great Princes, glorious vanities,
+  That travel to be famous through diseases;
+  There be the doors of poverty and death too:
+  But these you do the best you can to damm up,
+  For then your gain goes out.
+
+  _Qui._ This is a rare Lecture.
+
+  _Pin._ Read to them that understand.
+
+  _Pan._ Beshrew me,
+  I dare not venture on ye, ye cut too keen, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara.
+
+  _Quisan._ We thank you Sir for your good mirth,
+  You are a good companion.
+  Here comes the Princess now, attend your business.
+
+  _Quisar._ Is there no remedy, no hopes can help me?
+  No wit to set me free? whose there hoe?
+
+  _Quisan._ Troubled? her looks are almost wild:
+  What ails the Princess?
+  I know nothing she wants.
+
+  _Quisar._ Who's that there with you?
+  Oh Signior _Pyniero_? you are most welcome:
+  How does your noble Uncle?
+
+  _Pin._ Sad as you are Madam:
+  But he commends his service, and this Letter.
+
+  _Quisar._ Go off, attend within--Fair Sir, I thank ye,
+  Pray be no stranger, for indeed you are welcome;
+  For your own virtues welcome.
+
+  _Quisan._ We are mistaken,
+  This is some brave fellow sure.
+
+  _Pan._ I'm sure he's a bold fellow:
+  But if she hold him so, we must believe it.                   [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ Do you know of this, fair Sir?
+
+  _P[i]n._ I ghess it Madam,
+  And whether it intends: I had not brought it else.
+
+  _Quis._ It is a business of no common reckoning.
+
+  _Pin._ The handsomer for him that goes about it;
+  Slight actions are rewarded with slight thanks:
+  Give me a matter of some weight to wade in.
+
+  _Quisar._ And can you love your Uncle so directly,
+  So seriously, and so full, to undertake this?
+  Can there be such a faith?
+
+  _Pin._ Dare you say I to it,
+  And set me on? 'tis no matter for my Uncle,
+  Or what I owe to him, dare you but wish it.
+
+  _Quisar._ I wou'd fain--
+
+  _Pyn._ Have it done; say but so Lady.
+
+  _Quisan._ Conceive it so.
+
+  _Pyn._ I will, 'tis that I am bound to:
+  Your Will that must command me, and your Pleasure,
+  The fair aspects of those eyes that must direct me:
+  I am no Uncles Agent, I am mine own, Lady;
+  I scorn my able youth should plough for others,
+  Or my ambition serve for pay; I aim,
+  Although I never hit, as high as any man,
+  And the reward I reach at, shall be equal,
+  And what love spurs me on to, this desire,
+  Makes me forget an honest man, a brave man,
+  A valiant, and a virtuous man, my countrey-man, _Armusia_,
+  The delight of all the _Minions_,
+  This love of you, doting upon your beauty, the admiration of your
+          excellence;
+  Make me but servant to the poorest smile,
+  Or the least grace you have bestow'd on others,
+  And see how suddenly I'll work your safety,
+  And set your thoughts at peace; I am no flatterer,
+  To promise infinitely, and out-dream dangers;
+  To lye a bed, and swear men into Feavers,
+  Like some of your trim suiters; when I promise,
+  The light is not more constant to the world,
+  Than I am to my word--She turns for millions.
+
+  _Quisar._ I have not seen a braver confirm'd courage.
+
+  _Pyn._ For a Tun of Crowns she turns: she is a woman,
+  And much I fear, a worse than I expected.
+  You are the object, Lady, you are the eye
+  In which all excellence appears, all wonder,
+  From which all hearts take fire, all hands their valour:
+  And when he stands disputing, when you bid him,
+  Or but thinks of his Estate, Father, Mother,
+  Friends, Wife, and Children,
+  H'is a fool, and I scorn him,
+  And 't be but to make clean his sword, a coward;
+  Men have forgot their fealty to beauty.
+  Had I the place in your affections,
+  My most unworthy Uncle is fit to fall from,
+  Liv'd in those blessed eyes, and read the stories
+  Of everlasting pleasures figur'd there,
+  I wou'd find out your commands before you thought 'em,
+  And bring 'em to you done, e'r you dream't of 'em.
+
+  _Quis._ I admire his boldness.
+
+  _Pyn._ This, or any thing;
+  Your brothers death, mine Uncles, any mans,
+  No state that stands secure, if you frown on it.
+  Look on my youth, I bring no blastings to you,
+  The first flower of my strength, my faith.
+
+  _Quis._ No more Sir;
+  I am too willing to believe, rest satisfi'd;
+  If you dare do for me, I shall be thankful:
+  You are a handsome Gentleman, a fair one,
+  My servant if you please; I seal it thus, Sir.
+  No more, till you deserve more.                               [_Exit._
+
+  _Pyn._ I am rewarded:
+  This woman's cunning, but she's bloody too;
+  Although she pulls her Tallons in, she's mischievous;
+  Form'd like the face of Heaven, clear and transparent;
+  I must pretend still, bear 'em both in hopes,
+  For fear some bloudy slave thrust in indeed,
+  Fashion'd and flesh'd, to what they wish: well Uncle,
+  What will become of this, and what dishonor
+  Follow this fatal shaft, if shot, let time tell,
+  I can but only fear, and strive to cross it.                  [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Soza.
+
+  _Em._ Why are you thus sad? what can grieve or vex you
+  That have the pleasures of the world, the profits,
+  The honor, and the loves at your disposes?
+  Why should a man that wants nothing, want his quiet?
+
+  _Ar._ I want what beggars are above me in, content;
+  I want the grace I have merited,
+  The favor, the due respect.
+
+  _Soz._ Does not the King allow it?
+
+  _Ar._ Yes, and all honors else, all I can ask,
+  That he has power to give; but from his Sister,
+  The scornful cruelty, forgive me beauty,
+  That I transgress from her that should look on me,
+  That should a little smile upon my service,
+  And foster my deserts for her own faiths sake;
+  That should at least acknowledge me, speak to me.
+
+  _Soz._ And you goe whining up and down for this, Sir?
+  Lamenting and disputing of your grievances?
+  Sighing and sobbing like a sullen School-boy,
+  And cursing good-wife fortune for this favour?
+
+  _Ar._ What would you have me doe?
+
+  _Soz._ Doe what you should do,
+  What a man would doe in this case, a wise man,
+  An understanding man that knows a woman;
+  Knows her and all her tricks, her scorns, and all her trifles:
+  Goe to her, and take her in your arms, and shake her,
+  Take her and toss her like a barr.
+
+  _Em._ But be sure you pitch her upon a Feather-bed,
+  Shake her between a pair of Sheets, Sir,
+  There shake these sullen fits out of her, spare her not there;
+  There you may break her Will, and bruise no bone, Sir.
+
+  _Soz._ Goe to her.
+
+  _Em._ That's the way.
+
+  _Soz._ And tell her, and boldly,
+  And do not mince the matter, nor mock your self,
+  With being too indulgent to her pride:
+  Let her hear roundly from ye, what ye are,
+  And what ye have deserved, and what she must be.
+
+  _Em._ And be not put off like a common fellow,
+  With the Princess would be private,
+  Or that she has taken physick, and admits none;
+  I would talk to her any where.
+
+  _Ar._ It makes me smile.
+
+  _Em._ Now you look handsomly:
+  Had I a wench to win, I would so flutter her:
+  They love a man that crushes 'em to verjuce;
+  A woman held at hard meat, is your Spaniel.
+
+  _Soz._ Pray take our council, Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ I shall do something,
+  But not your way, it shews too boisterous,
+  For my affections are as fair and gentle,
+  As her they serve.
+
+        _Enter King._
+
+  _Soz._ The King.
+
+  _King._ Why how now friend?
+  Why do you rob me of the company
+  I love so dearly, Sir, I have been seeking you;
+  For when I want you, I want all my pleasure:
+  Why sad? thus sad still man? I will not have it;
+  I must not see the face I love thus shadowed.
+
+  _Em._ And't please your Grace, methinks it ill becomes him:
+  A soldier should be jovial, high and lusty.
+
+  _King._ He shall be so, come, come, I know your reason,
+  It shall be none to cross you, ye shall have her,
+  Take my word, ('tis a Kings word) ye shall have her,
+  She shall be yours or nothing, pray be merry.
+
+  _Arm._ Your Grace has given me cause, I shall be Sir,
+  And ever your poor servant.
+
+  _King._ Me my self, Sir,
+  My better self, I shall find time, and suddainly,
+  To gratifie your loves too, Gentlemen,
+  And make you know how much I stand bound to you:
+  Nay, 'tis not worth your thanks, no further complement;
+  Will you go with me friend?
+
+  _Arm._ I beseech your Grace,
+  Spare me an hour or two, I shall wait on you,
+  Some little private business with my self, Sir,
+  For such a time.
+
+  _King._ I'll hinder no devotion,
+  For I know you are regular, I'll take you Gentlemen,
+  Because he shall have nothing to disturb him,
+  I shall look for your friend.                [_Exeunt. manet_ Armusia.
+
+        _Enter_ Panura.
+
+  _Arm._ I dare not fail, Sir:
+  What shall I do to make her know my misery,
+  To make her sensible? This is her woman,
+  I have a toy come to me suddenly,
+  It may work for the best, she can but scorn me,
+  And lower than I am, I cannot tumble,
+  I'll try, what e'er my fate be--Good even fair one.
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis the brave stranger--A good night to you, Sir.
+  Now by my Ladies hand, a goodly Gentleman!
+  How happy shall she be in such a Husband!
+  Wou'd I were so provided too.
+
+  _Arm._ Good pretty one,
+  Shall I keep you company for an hour or two?
+  I want employment for this evening.
+  I am an honest man.
+
+  _Pan._ I dare believe ye:
+  Or if ye were not, Sir, that's no great matter,
+  We take mens promises, wou'd ye stay with me, Sir?
+
+  _Arm._ So it please you, pray let's be better acquainted,
+  I know you are the Princesses Gentlewoman,
+  And wait upon her near.
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis like I do so.
+
+  _Arm._ And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies,
+  If he have business your way.
+
+  _Pan._ I understand ye.
+
+  _Arm._ So kind an office, that you may bind a gentleman,
+  Hereafter to be yours; and your way too,
+  And ye may bless the hour you did this benefit:
+  Sweet handsome faces should have courteous minds,
+  And ready faculties.
+
+  _Pan._ Tell me your business,
+  Yet if I think it be to her, your self, Sir,
+  For I know what you are, and what we hold ye,
+  And in what grace ye stand, without a second,
+  For that but darkens, you wou'd do it better,
+  The Princess must be pleas'd with your accesses;
+  I'm sure I should.
+
+  _Arm._ I want a Courtiers boldness,
+  And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:
+
+  _Pan._ 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.
+
+  _Ar._ Pray ye wear this, and believe my meaning civil,
+  My business of that fair respect and carriage:
+  This for our more acquaintance.                              [_Jewel._
+
+  _Pan._ How close he kisses!
+  And how sensible the passings of his lips are!
+  I must do it, and I were to be hang'd now, and I will do it:
+  He may do as much for me, that's all I aim at;
+  And come what will on't, life or death, I'll do it,
+  For ten such kisses more, and 'twere high treason.
+
+  _Arm._ I wou'd be private with her.
+
+  _Pan._ So you shall,
+  'Tis not worth thanks else, you must dispatch quick.
+
+  _Arm._ Suddenly.
+
+  _Pan._ And I must leave you in my chamber, Sir;
+  Where you must lock your self that none may see you;
+  'Tis close to her, you cannot miss the entrance,
+  When she comes down to bed.
+
+  _Arm._ I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.
+
+  _Pan._ Thank me but thus.
+
+  _Arm._ If I fail thee--
+  Come close then.                                                [_Ex._
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara, _and_ Quisana.
+
+  _Quisar._ 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready,
+  My woman will not be long away.
+
+  _Quisan._ I wou'd have you a little merrier first,
+  Let me sit by ye, and read or discourse
+  Something that ye fancy, or take my instrument.
+
+  _Quisar._ No, no I thank you,
+  I shall sleep without these, I wrong your age Aunt
+  To make ye wait thus, pray let me intreat ye,
+  To morrow I'll see ye, I know y'are sleepy,
+  And rest will be a welcome guest, you shall not,
+  Indeed you shall not stay; oh here's my woman,
+
+        _Enter_ Panura.
+
+  Good night, good night, and good rest Aunt attend you.
+
+  _Quisan._ Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ Come, where have you been wench? make me unready;
+  I slept but ill last night.
+
+  _Pan._ You'll sleep the better
+  I hope [too] night, Madam.
+
+  _Quisar._ A little rest contents me;
+  Thou lovest thy bed _Panura_.
+
+  _Pan._ I am not in love Lady,
+  Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll swear thou dost, thy Husband wou'd not take it so well
+  If thou wert married wench.
+
+  _Pan._ Let him take, Madam,
+  The way to waken me, I am no Dormouse,
+  Husbands have larum bels, if they but
+  Ring once.
+
+  _Quisar._ Thou art a merry wench.
+
+  _Pan._ I shall live the longer.
+
+  _Quisar._ Prethee fetch my Book.
+
+  _Pan._ I am glad of that.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll read awhile before I sleep.
+
+  _Pan._ I will Madam.
+
+  _Quisar._ And if _Ruy Dias_ meet you, and be importunate,
+  He may come in.
+
+  _Pan._ I have a better fare for you,
+  Now least in sight play I.                                    [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, _locks the door_.
+
+  _Quisar._ Why should I love him?
+  Why should I doat upon a man deserves not,
+  Nor has no will to work it? who's there wench?
+  What are you? or whence come you?
+
+  _Arm._ Ye may know me,
+  I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Who let you in?
+
+  _Arm._ My restless love that serves ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ This is an impudence I have not heard of,
+  A rudeness that becomes a thief or ruffian;
+  Nor shall my brothers love protect this boldness,
+  You build so strongly on, my rooms are sanctuaries,
+  And with that reverence, they that seek my favours,
+  And humble fears, shall render their approaches.
+
+  _Arm._ Mine are no less.
+
+  _Quisar._ I am Mistriss of my self, Sir,
+  And will be so, I will not be thus visited:
+  These fears and dangers thrust into my privacy.
+  Stand further off, I'll cry out else.
+
+  _Arm._ Oh dear Lady!
+
+  _Quisar._ I see dishonor in your eyes.
+
+  _Arm._ There is none:
+  By all that beauty they are innocent;
+  Pray ye tremble not, you have no cause.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll dye first;
+  Before you have your Will, be torn in pieces;
+  The little strength I have left me to resist you,
+  The gods will give me more, before I am forc'd
+  To that I hate, or suffer--
+
+  _Arm._ You wrong my duty.
+
+  _Quisar._ So base a violation of my liberty?
+  I know you are bent unnobly; I'll take to me
+  The spirit of a man; borrow his boldness,
+  And force my womans fears into a madness,
+  And e'er you arrive at what you aim at--
+
+  _Arm._ Lady,
+  If there be in you any womans pity;
+  And if your fears have not proclaim'd me monstrous;
+  Look on me, and believe me; is this violence?
+  Is it to fall thus prostrate to your beauty
+  A ruffians boldness? is humility a rudeness?
+  The griefs and sorrows that grow here an impudence?
+  These forcings, and these fears I bring along with me;
+  These impudent abuses offered ye;
+  And thus high has your brothers favour blown me:
+  Alas dear Lady of my life, I came not
+  With any purpose, rough or desperate,
+  With any thought that was not smooth and gentle,
+  As your fair hand, with any doubt or danger
+  Far be it from my heart to fright your quiet;
+  A heavy curse light on it, when I intend it.
+
+  _Quisar._ Now I dare hear you.
+
+  _Arm._ If I had been mischievous,
+  As then I must be mad; or were a monster,
+  If any such base thought had harbour'd here,
+  Or violence that became not man,
+  You have a thousand bulwarks to assure you,
+  The holy powers bear shields to defend chastity;
+  Your honor, and your virtues are such armours;
+  Your clear thoughts such defences; if you mis-doubt still
+  And yet retain a fear, I am not honest,
+  Come with impure thoughts to this place;
+  Take this, and sheath it here; be your own safety;
+  Be wise, and rid your fears, and let me perish;
+  How willing shall I sleep to satisfie you.
+
+  _Quisar._ No, I believe now, you speak worthily;
+  What came you then for?
+
+  _Arm._ To complain me, beauty,
+  But modestly.
+
+  _Quisar._ Of what?
+
+  _Arm._ Of your fierce cruelty,
+  For though I dye, I will not blame the doer:
+  Humbly to tell your grace, ye had forgot me:
+  A little to have touch'd at, not accused,
+  For that I dare not do, your scorns, pray pardon me
+  And be not angry that I use the liberty
+  To urge that word, a little to have shew'd you
+  What I have been, and what done to deserve ye,
+  If any thing that love commands may reach ye:
+  To have remembred ye, but I am unworthy,
+  And to that misery falls all my fortunes,
+  To have told ye, and by my life ye may believe me,
+  That I am honest, and will only marry
+  You, or your memory; pray be not angry.
+
+  _Quisar._ I thank you Sir, and let me tell you seriously,
+  Ye have taken now the right way to befriend ye,
+  And to beget a fair and clear opinion,
+  Yet to try your obedience--
+
+  _Arm._ I stand ready Lady.
+  Without presuming to ask any thing.
+
+  _Quisar._ Or at this time to hope for further favour;
+  Or to remember services or smiles;
+  Dangers you have past through, and rewards due to 'em;
+  Loves or despairs, but leaving all to me:
+  Quit this place presently.
+
+  _Arm._ I shall obey ye.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Ru._ Ha?
+
+  _Arm._ Who's this?
+  What art thou?
+
+  _Ru._ A Gentleman.
+
+  _Arm._ Thou art no more I'm sure: oh 'tis _Ruy Dias_;
+  How high he looks, and harsh!
+
+  _Ru._ Is there not door enough,
+  You take such elbow room?
+
+  _Arm._ If I take it, I'll carry it.
+
+  _Ru._ Does this become you Princess?
+
+  _Arm._ The Captain's jealous.
+  Jealous of that he never durst deserve yet;
+  Goe freely, goe, I'll give thee leave.
+
+  _Ru._ Your leave, Sir?
+
+  _Arm._ Yes my leave Sir, I'll not be troubled neither,
+  Nor shall my heart ake, or my head be jealous,
+  Nor strange suspitious thoughts reign in my memory;
+  Go on, and do thy worst, I'll smile at thee;
+  I kiss your fair hand first, then farewel Captain.            [_Exit._
+
+  _Quisar._ What a pure soul inherits here! what innocence!
+  Sure I was blind when I first lov'd this fellow,
+  And long to live in that fogg still: how he blusters!
+
+  _Ru._ Am I your property? or those your flatteries,
+  The banquets that ye bid me to, the trust
+  I build my goodly hopes on?
+
+  _Quisar._ Be more temperate.
+
+  _Ru._ Are these the shews of your respect and favour?
+  What did he here, what language had he with ye?
+  Did ye invite? could ye stay no longer?
+  Is he so gracious in your eye?
+
+  _Quisar._ You are too forward.
+
+  _Ru._ Why at these private hours?
+
+  _Quisar._ You are too saucy,
+  Too impudent to task me with those errors.
+  Do ye know what I am Sir, and my prerogative?
+  Though you be a thing I have call'd by th' name of friend,
+  I never taught you to dispose my liberty;
+  How durst you touch mine honor? blot my meanings?
+  And name an action, and of mine but noble?
+  Thou poor unworthy thing, how have I grac'd thee!
+  How have I nourisht thee, and raised thee hourly!
+  Are these the gratitudes you bring _Ruy Dias_?
+  The thanks? the services? I am fairly paid;
+  Was't not enough I saw thou wert a Coward,
+  And shaddowed thee? no noble sparkle in thee?
+  Daily provok'd thee, and still found thee coward?
+  Rais'd noble causes for thee, strangers started at;
+  Yet still, still, still a Coward, ever Coward;
+  And with those taints, dost thou upbraid my virtues?
+
+  _Ruy._ I was too blame
+  Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ So blindly bold to touch at my behaviour?
+  Durst thou but look amiss at my allowance?
+  If thou hadst been a brave fellow, thou hadst had some licence
+  Some liberty I might have then allowed thee
+  For thy good face, some scope to have argued with me;
+  But being nothing but a sound, a shape,
+  The meer sign of a Soldier--of a Lover.
+  The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie,
+  I scorn thee; and contemn thee.
+
+  _Ru._ Dearest Lady,
+  If I have been too free--
+
+  _Quisar._ Thou hast been too foolish,
+  And go on still, I'll study to forget thee,
+  I would I could, and yet I pity thee.                         [_Exit._
+
+  _Ru._ I am not worth it, if I were, that's misery,
+  The next door is but death, I must aim at it.                 [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest._
+
+  _Kin._ So far and truly you have discovered to me
+  The former currents of my life and fortune,
+  That I am bound to acknowledge ye most holy,
+  And certainly to credit your predictions,
+  Of what are yet to come.
+
+  _Gov._ I am no lyer,
+  'Tis strange I should, and live so near a neighbor;
+  But these are not my ends.
+
+  _Kin._ Pray ye sit good father,
+  Certain a reverend man, and most religious.
+
+  _Gov._ I, that belief's well now, and let me work then,
+  I'll make ye curse Religion e'er I leave ye:
+  I have liv'd a long time Son, a mew'd up man,
+  Sequester'd by the special hand of Heaven
+  From the worlds vanities, bid farewel to follies,
+  And shook hands with all heats of youth and pleasures,
+  As in a dream these twenty years I have slumber'd,
+  Many a cold Moon have I, in meditation
+  And searching out the hidden Wils of heaven,
+  Lain shaking under; many a burning Sun
+  Has sear'd my body, and boil'd up my blood,
+  Feebl'd my knees, and stampt a Meagerness
+  Upon my figure, all to find out knowledge,
+  Which I have now attained to, thanks to heaven,
+  All for my countreys good too: and many a vision,
+  Many a mistick vision have I seen Son.
+  And many a sight from heaven which has been terrible,
+  Wherein the Goods and Evils of these Islands
+  Were lively shadowed; many a charge I have had too,
+  Still as the time grew ripe to reveal these,
+  To travel and discover, now I am come Son,
+  The hour is now appointed,
+  My tongue is touch'd, and now I speak.
+
+  _Kin._ Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.
+
+  _Gov._ Beware these _Portugals_; I say beware 'em,
+  These smooth-fac'd strangers; have an eye upon 'em.
+  The cause is now the God's, hear, and believe King.
+
+  _King._ I do hear, but before I give rash credit,
+  Or hang too light on belief, which is a sin, father;
+  Know I have found 'em gentle, faithful, valiant,
+  And am in my particular, bound to 'em,
+  I mean to some for my most strange deliverance.
+
+  _Gov._ Oh Son, the future aims of men, observe me,
+  Above their present actions, and their glory,
+  Are to be look'd at, the Stars shew many turnings,
+  If you could see, mark but with my eyes, pupil;
+  These men came hither, as my vision tells me,
+  Poor weather-beaten, almost lost, starv'd, feebled,
+  Their vessels like themselves, most miserable;
+  Made a long sute for traffique, and for comfort,
+  To vent their childrens toys, cure their diseases:
+  They had their sute, they landed, and to th' rate
+  Grew rich and powerful, suckt the fat, and freedom
+  Of this most blessed Isle, taught her to tremble,
+  Witness the Castle here, the Citadel,
+  They have clapt upon the neck of your _Tidore_,
+  This happy Town, till that she knew these strangers,
+  To check her when she's jolly.
+
+  _King._ They have so indeed Father.
+
+  _Gov._ Take heed, take heed, I find your fair delivery,
+  Though you be pleas'd to glorifie that fortune,
+  And think these strangers gods, take heed I say,
+  I find it but a handsome preparation,
+  A fair-fac'd Prologue to a further mischief:
+  Mark but the end good King, the pin he shoots at
+  That was the man deliver'd ye; the mirror,
+  Your Sister is his due; what's she, your heir, Sir?
+  And what's he a kin then to the kingdom?
+  But heirs are not ambitious, who then suffers?
+  What reverence shall the gods have? and what justice
+  The miserable people? what shall they do?
+
+  _King._ He points at truth directly.
+
+  _Gov._ Think of these Son:
+  The person, nor the manner I mislike not
+  Of your preserver, nor the whole man together,
+  Were he but season'd in the Faith we are,
+  In our Devotions learn'd.
+
+  _King._ You say right Father.
+
+  _Gov._ To change our Worships now, and our Religion?
+  To be traytor to our God?
+
+  _King._ You have well advised me,
+  And I will seriously consider Father,
+  In the mean time you shall have your fair access
+  Unto my Sister, advise her to your purpose,
+  And let me still know how the gods determine.
+
+  _Gov._ I will, but my main end is to advise
+  The destruction of you all, a general ruine,
+  And when I am reveng'd, let the gods whistle.               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, _and_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Ruy._ Indeed, I am right glad ye were not greedy,
+  And sudden in performing what I will'd you,
+  Upon the person of _Armusia_,
+  I was afraid, for I well knew your valour,
+  And love to me.
+
+  _Py._ 'Twas not a fair thing, Uncle,
+  It shew'd not handsome, carried no man in it.
+
+  _Ruy._ I must confess 'twas ill; and I abhor it,
+  Only this good has risen from this evil;
+  I have tried your honesty, and find proof,
+  A constancy that will not be corrupted,
+  And I much honor it.
+
+  _Py._ This Bell sounds better.
+
+  _Ruy._ My anger now, and that disgrace I have suffer'd,
+  Shall be more manly vented, and wip'd off,
+  And my sick honor cur'd the right and straight way;
+  My Sword's in my hand now Nephew, my cause upon it,
+  And man to man, one valour to another,
+  My hope to his.
+
+  _Py._ Why? this is like _Ruy Dias_?
+  This carries something of some substance in it;
+  Some mettle and some man, this sounds a Gentleman;
+  And now methinks ye utter what becomes ye;
+  To kill men scurvily, 'tis such a dog-trick,
+  Such a Rat-catchers occupation--
+
+  _Ru._ It is no better,
+  But _Pyniero_, now--
+
+  _Py._ Now you do bravely.
+
+  _Ru._ The difference of our States flung by, forgotten,
+  The full opinion I have won in service,
+  And such respects that may not shew us equal,
+  Laid handsomly aside, only our fortunes,
+  And single manhoods--
+
+  _Py._ In a service, Sir,
+  Of this most noble nature, all I am,
+  If I had ten lives more, those and my fortunes
+  Are ready for ye, I had thought ye had forsworn fighting,
+  Or banish'd those brave thoughts were wont to wait upon you;
+  I am glad to see 'em call'd home agen.
+
+  _Ruy._ They are Nephew,
+  And thou shalt see what fire they carry in them,
+  Here, you guess what this means.                 [_Shews a challenge._
+
+  _Py._ Yes very well, Sir,
+  A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.
+
+  _Ruy._ As soon as you can find him--
+
+  _Py._ That will not be long Uncle,
+  And o' my conscience he'll be ready as quickly.
+
+  _Ruy._ I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so
+  If you can possible, that we may fight.
+
+  _Py._ Nay you shall fight, assure your self.
+
+  _Ru._ Pray ye hear me
+  In some such place where it may be possible
+  The Princess may behold us.
+
+  _Py._ I conceive ye,
+  Upon the sand behind the Castle, Sir,
+  A place remote enough, and there be windows
+  Out of her Lodgings too, or I am mistaken.
+
+  _Ruy._ Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly--
+
+  _Py._ Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd
+  Some three hours hence.
+
+  _Ruy._ I will not fail.
+
+  _Py._ Get you home,
+  And if you have any things to dispose of,
+  Or a few light prayers
+  That may befriend you, run 'em over quickly,
+  I warrant I'll bring him on.
+
+  _Ruy._ Farewel Nephew,
+  And when we meet again--
+
+  _Py._ I, I, fight handsomly;
+  Take a good draught or two of Wine to settle ye,
+  Tis an excellent armour for an ill conscience, Uncle;
+  I am glad to see this mans conversion,
+  I was afraid fair honor had been bed-rid,
+  Or beaten out o' th' Island, soldiers, and good ones,
+  Intended such base courses? he will fight now;
+  And I believe too bravely; I have seen him
+  Curry a fellows carkasse handsomely:
+  And in the head of a troop, stand as if he had been rooted there,
+  Dealing large doles of death; what a rascal was I
+  I did not see his Will drawn!
+  What does she here?
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara.
+
+  If there be any mischief towards, a woman makes one still;
+  Now what new business is for me?
+
+  _Quisar._ I was sending for ye,
+  But since we have met so fair,
+  You have say'd that labour; I must intreat you, Sir--
+
+  _Py._ Any thing Madam,
+  Your Wils are my Commands.
+
+  _Quisar._ Y'are nobly courteous;
+  Upon my better thoughts Signior _Pyniero_,
+  And my more peaceable considerations,
+  Which now I find the richer ornaments;
+  I wou'd desire you to attempt no farther
+  Against the person of the noble stranger,
+  In truth I am asham'd of my share in't;
+  Nor be incited farther by your Uncle,
+  I see it will sit ill upon your person;
+  I have considered, and it will shew ugly,
+  Carried at best, a most unheard of cruelty;
+  Good Sir desist--
+
+  _Py._ You speak now like a woman,
+  And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye;
+  But this you must remember--your command
+  Was laid on with a kiss, and seriously
+  It must be taken off the same way, Madam,
+  Or I stand bound still.
+
+  _Quisar._ That shall not endanger ye,
+  Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.
+
+  _Py._ By th' mass 'twas soft and sweet,
+  Some bloods would bound now,
+  And run a tilt; do not you think bright beauty;
+  You have done me in this kiss, a mighty favour,
+  And that [I stand] bound by virtue of this honor,
+  To do what ever you command me?
+
+  _Quisar._ I think Sir,
+  From me these are unusual courtesies,
+  And ought to be respected so; there are some,
+  And men of no mean rank, would hold themselves
+  Not poorly blest to taste of such a bounty.
+
+  _Py._ I know there are, that wou'd do many unjust things
+  For such a kiss, and yet I hold this modest;
+  All villanies, body and soul dispense with,
+  For such a provocation, kill their kindred,
+  Demolish the fair credits of their Parents;
+  Those kisses I am not acquainted with, most certain Madam,
+  The appurtenance of this kiss wou'd not provoke me
+  To do a mischief, 'tis the devils own dance,
+  To be kiss'd into cruelty.
+
+  _Quisar._ I am glad you make that use Sir.
+
+  _Py._ I am gladder
+  That you made me believe you were cruel,
+  For by this hand, I know I am so honest,
+  However I deceiv'd ye, 'twas high time too,
+  Some common slave might have been set upon it else;
+  That willingly I wou'd not kill a dog
+  That could but fetch and carry for a woman,
+  She must be a good woman made me kick him,
+  And that will be hard to find, to kill a man,
+  If you will give me leave to get another,
+  Or any she that plaid the best game at it,
+  And 'fore a womans anger, prefer her fancy.
+
+  _Quisar._ I take it in you well.
+
+  _Py._ I thank ye Lady,
+  And I shall study to confirm it.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do Sir,
+  For this time, and this present cause, I allow it,
+  Most holy Sir.
+
+        _Enter Governor_, Quisana, _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Gov._ Bless ye my Royal Daughter,
+  And in you, bless this Island Heaven.
+
+  _Quisar._ Good Aunt,
+  What think ye of this man?
+
+  _Quisan._ Sure h' is a wise man,
+  And a Religious, he tells us things have hapened
+  So many years ago, almost forgotten,
+  As readily as if they were done this hour.
+
+  _Quisar._ Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?
+
+  _Pan._ He tells me Madam,
+  Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.
+
+  _Gov._ A stubborn keeper, and worse fare,
+  An open stable, and cold care,
+  Will tame a Jade, may be your share.
+
+  _Pan._ Bir Lady, a sharp prophet, when this proves good,
+  I'll bequeath you a skin to make ye a Hood.
+
+  _Gov._ Lady, I would talk with you.
+
+  _Quisar._ Do reverend Sir.
+
+  _Gov._ And for your good, for that that must concern ye,
+  And give ear wisely to me.
+
+  _Quisar._ I shall father.
+
+  _Gov._ You are a Princess of that excellence,
+  Sweetness, and grace, that Angel-like fair feature,
+  Nay, do not blush, I do not flatter you,
+  Nor do I dote in telling this, I am amazed Lady,
+  And as I think the gods bestow'd these on ye,
+  The gods that love ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ I confess their bounty.
+
+  _Gov._ Apply it then to their use, to their honor,
+  To them, and to their service give this sweetness;
+  They have an instant great use of your goodness;
+  You are a Saint esteem'd here for your beauty,
+  And many a longing heart--
+
+  _Quisar._ I seek no fealty,
+  Nor will I blemish that, heaven has seal'd on me,
+  I know my worth, indeed the _Portugals_
+  I have at those commands, and their last services,
+  Nay, even their lives, so much I think my handsomness,
+  That what I shall enjoyn--
+
+  _Gov._ Use it discreetly.
+  For I perceive ye understand me rightly,
+  For here the gods regard your help, and suddainly;
+  The _Portugals_, like sharp thorns (mark me Lady)
+  Stick in our sides, like Razors, wound Religion,
+  Draw deep, they wound, till the Life-bloud follows,
+  Our gods they spurn at, and their worships scorn,
+  A mighty hand they bear upon our government,
+  These are the men your miracle must work on,
+  Your heavenly form, either to root them out,
+  Which as you may endeavour will be easie,
+  Remember whose great cause you have to execute,
+  To nip their memory, that may not spring more,
+  Or fairly bring 'em home to our devotions,
+  Which will be blessed, and for which you sainted,
+  But cannot be, and they go; let me buzle.
+
+  _Quisar._ Go up with me,
+  Where we'll converse more privately;
+  I'll shew ye shortly how I hold their temper;
+  And in what chain thir souls.
+
+  _Gov._ Keep fast that hold still,
+  And either bring that chain, and those bound in it,
+  And link it to our gods, and their fair worships.
+  Or Daughter, pinch their hearts apieces with it,
+  I'll wait upon your grace.
+
+  _Quisar._ Come reverend father.
+  Wait you below.                              [_Ex._ Quisar. _and Gov._
+
+  _Pan._ If this Prophet were a young thing,
+  I should suspect him now, he cleaves so close to her;
+  These holy Coats are long, and hide iniquities.
+
+  _Quisan._ Away, away fool, a poor wretch.
+
+  _Pan._ These poor ones
+  Warm but their stomachs once--
+
+  _Quisan._ Come in, thou art foolish.     [_Ex._ Quisania _and_ Panura.
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Emanuel, _and_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Arm._ I am sorry, Sir, my fortune is so stubborn,
+  To court my sword against my Countreyman;
+  I love my Nation well, and where I find
+  A _Portugal_ of noble Name and Virtue,
+  I am his humble servant, Signior _Pyniero_,
+  Your person, nor your Uncles am I angry with,
+  You are both fair Gentlemen in my opinion,
+  And I protest, I had rather use my sword
+  In your defences, than against your safeties;
+  'Tis methinks a strange dearth of enemies,
+  When we seek foes among our selves.
+
+  _Em._ You are injured,
+  And you must make the best on't now, and readiest--
+
+  _Arm._ You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd
+  To his desire that call'd me.
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak honestly,
+  And I could wish ye had met on terms more friendly,
+  But it cannot now be so.
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Em._ Turn Sir, and see.
+
+  _Py._ I have kept my word with ye Uncle,
+  The Gentleman is ready.
+
+        _Enter Governor, and_ Quisara _above_.
+
+  _Arm._ Ye are welcome.
+
+  _Ru._ Bid those fools welcome, that affect your courtesie,
+  I come not to use compliment, ye have wrong'd me,
+  And ye shall feel, proud man, e'r I part from ye,
+  The effects of that, if fortune do not fool me;
+  Thy life is mine, and no hope shall redeem thee.
+
+  _Arm._ That's a proud word,
+  More than your faith can justifie.
+
+  _Quisar._ Sure they will fight.
+
+  _Ruy._ She's there, I am happy.
+
+  _Gov._ Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another,
+  These are the main posts, if they fall, the buildings
+  Will tumble quickly.
+
+  _Quisar._ How temperate _Armusia_!
+  No more, be quiet yet.
+
+  _Arm._ I am not bloody,
+  Nor do not feel such mortal malice in me,
+  But since we cannot both enjoy the Princess,
+  I am resolv'd to fight.
+
+  _Ruy._ Fight home _Armusia_,
+  For if thou faint'st, or fall'st--
+
+  _Arm._ Do ye make all vantages?
+
+  _Ruy._ Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,
+  Nor look not for thy mercy.
+
+  _Arm._ I am arm'd then.
+
+  _Ruy._ Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.
+
+  _Arm._ And good _Emanuel_ stir not--
+
+  _Py._ Ye speak fitly,
+  For we had not stood idle else.
+
+  _Gov._ I am sorry for't.
+
+  _Em._ But since you will have it so--
+
+  _Ruy._ Come Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I wait ye.
+
+  _Py._ I marry, this looks handsomely,
+  This is warm work.
+
+  _Gov._ Both fall and't be thy Will.                      [Ruy _falls_.
+
+  _Py._ My Uncle dead?
+
+  _Em._ Stand still, or my swords in--
+
+  _Arm._ Now brave _Ruy Dias_,
+  Now where's your confidence, your prayers? quickly
+  Your own spite has condemn'd ye.
+
+  _Quisar._ Hold _Armusia_.
+
+  _Ar._ Most happy Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ Hold, and let him rise,
+  Spare him for me.
+
+  _Ar._ A long life may he enjoy, Lady.
+
+  _Gov._ What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.
+
+  _Quisar._ Peace father, I work for the best; _Armusia_,
+  Be in the Garden an hour hence.                  [_Ex._ Qu. _and Gov._
+
+  _Ar._ I shall Madam.
+
+  _Py._ Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,
+  So brave a mingled temper saw I never.
+
+  _Ar._ Why are ye sad Sir? how would this have griev'd you,
+  If ye had fall'n under a profest enemy?
+  Under one had taken vantage of your shame too?
+  Pray ye be at peace, I am so far from wronging ye,
+  Or glorying in the pride of such a victory,
+  That I desire to serve ye, pray look chearfully.
+
+  _Py._ Do you hear this Sir? this love Sir? do you see this Gentleman
+  How he courts ye? why do you hold your head down?
+  'Tis no high Treason, I take it, to be equall'd;
+  To have a slip i' th field, no sin, that's mortal;
+  Come, come, thank fortune and your friend.
+
+  _Ar._ It may be
+  You think my tongue may prove your enemy;
+  And though restrain'd sometimes, out of a bravery,
+  May take a License to disable ye:
+  Believe me Sir, so much I hate that liberty,
+  That in a strangers tongue, 'twill prove an injury,
+  And I shall right you in't.
+
+  _Py._ Can you have more, Uncle?
+
+  _Ru._ Sir, you have beat me both ways, yet so nobly,
+  That I shall ever love the hand that did it:
+  Fortune may make me worthy of some title
+  That may be near your friend,
+
+  _Ar._ Sir, I must leave ye,
+  But with so hearty love; and pray be confident,
+  I carry nothing from this place shall wrong ye. [_Exit_ Arm. _and_ Em.
+
+  _Py._ Come, come, you are right agen, Sir, love your honor,
+  And love your friend, take heed of bloody purposes,
+  And unjust ends, good heaven is angry with ye;
+  Make your fair virtues, and your fame your Mistriss,
+  And let these trinkets go.
+
+  _Ru._ You teach well Nephew,
+  Now to be honourabl[e] even with this Gentleman,
+  Shall be my business, and my ends his.
+
+        _Enter Governor and King._
+
+  _Gov._ Sir, Sir, you must do something suddainly,
+  To stop his pride so great and high, he is shot up,
+  Upon his person too, your state is sunk else:
+  You must not stand now upon terms of gratitude,
+  And let a simple tenderness besot ye:
+  I'll bring ye suddenly where you shall see him,
+  Attempting your brave Sister, privately,
+  Mark but his high behaviour then.
+
+  _King._ I will Father.
+
+  _Gov._ And with scorn, I fear contempt too.
+
+  _King._ I hope not.
+
+  _Gov._ I will not name a lust;
+  It may be that also;
+  A little force must be applyed upon him,
+  Now, now applyed, a little force to humble him.
+  These sweet intreaties do but make him wanton.
+
+  _King._ Take heed ye wrong him not.
+
+  _Gov._ Take heed to your safety,
+  I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,
+  Or think I come un-sent--
+
+  _King._ No, I'll go with you.                               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia, Quisara.
+
+  _Arm._ Madam, you see there's nothing I can reach at,
+  Either in my obedience, or my service,
+  That may deserve your love, or win a liking,
+  But a poor thought, but I pursue it seriously,
+  Take pleasure in your Will, even in your anger,
+  Which other men would grudge at, and grow stormy;
+  I study new humility to please ye,
+  And take a kind of joy in my afflictions,
+  Because they come from ye, I love my sorrows:
+  Pray Madam but consider--
+
+  _Quisar._ Yes, I do Sir,
+  And to that honest end I drew thee hither;
+  I know ye have deserv'd as much as man can,
+  And know it is a justice to requite you:
+  I know ye love.
+
+  _Arm._ If ever love was mortal,
+  And dwelt in man, and for that love command me,
+  So strong I find it, and so true, here Lady,
+  Something of such a greatness to allow me,
+  Those things I have done already, may seem foyls too:
+  'Tis equity that man aspires to heaven,
+  Should win it by his worth, and not sleep to it.
+
+        _Enter Governor, and King._
+
+  _Gov._ Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,
+  Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.
+
+  _Quisar._ I dare believe your worth without additions;
+  But since you are so liberal of your love Sir,
+  And wou'd be farther tried, I do intend it,
+  Because you shall not, or you wou'd not win me
+  At such an easie rate.
+
+  _Arm._ I am prepared still,
+  And if I shrink--
+
+  _Quisar._ I know ye are no coward,
+  This is the utmost trial of your constancy,
+  And if you stand fast now, I am yours, your wife Sir;
+  You hold there's nothing dear that may atchieve me,
+  Doubted or dangerous.
+
+  _Arm._ There's nothing, nothing:
+  Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.
+
+  _Quisar._ I'll tell you then, change your Religion.
+  And be of one belief with me.
+
+  _Arm._ How?
+
+  _Quisar._ Mark,
+  Worship our Gods, renounce that faith ye are bred in;
+  'Tis easily done, I'll teach ye suddenly;
+  And humbly on your knees--
+
+  _Arm._ Ha? I'll be hang'd first.
+
+  _Quisar._ Offer as we do.
+
+  _Arm._ To the devil Lady?
+  Offer to him I hate? I know the devil.
+  To dogs and cats? you make offer to them;
+  To every bird that flies, and every worm.
+  How terribly I shake! Is this the venture?
+  The trial that you talk'd of? where have I been?
+  And how forgot my self? how lost my memory?
+  When did I pray, or look up stedfastly?
+  Had any goodness in my heart to guide me?
+  That I should give this vantage to mine enemy;
+  The enemy to my peace, forsake my faith?
+
+  _Quisar._ Come, come, I know ye love me.
+
+  _Arm._ Love ye this way?
+  This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.
+
+  _Quisar._ My Love and Life are one way.
+
+  _Arm._ Love alone then, and mine another way,
+  I'll love diseases first,
+  Doat on a villain that would cut my throat,
+  Wooe all afflictions of all sorts, kiss cruelty.
+  Have mercy heaven, how have I been wand'ring!
+  Wand'ring the way of Lust, and left my Maker!
+  How have I slept like Cork upon a water,
+  And had no feeling of the storm that tost me!
+  Trode the blind paths of death! forsook assurance,
+  Eternity of blessedness for a woman!
+  For a young handsome face, hazard my Being!
+
+  _Quisar._ Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?
+  As great and full of hopes as yours?
+
+  _Arm._ They are puppets.
+
+  _Gov._ Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.
+
+  _Ar._ Their comforts like themselves, cold, sensless outsides;
+  You make 'em sick, as we are, peevish, mad,
+  Subject to age; and how can they cure us,
+  That are not able to refine themselves?
+
+  _Quis._ The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,
+  And their bright influences we believe.
+
+  _Arm._ Away fool,
+  I adore the Maker of that Sun and Moon,
+  That gives those bodies light and influence;
+  That pointed out their paths, and taught their motions;
+  They are not so great as we, they are our servants,
+  Plac'd there to teach us time, to give us knowledge
+  Of when and how the swellings of the main are,
+  And their returns agen; they are but our Stewards
+  To make the earth fat, with their influence,
+  That she may bring forth her increase, and feed us.
+  Shall I fall from this faith to please a woman?
+  For her embraces bring my soul to ruin?
+  I look'd you should have said, make me a _Christian_,
+  Work that great cure, for 'tis a great one woman;
+  That labor truly to perform, that venture,
+  The crown of all great trial, and the fairest:
+  I look'd ye should have wept and kneel'd to beg it,
+  Washt off your mist of ignorance, with waters
+  Pure and repentant, from those eyes; I look'd
+  You should have brought me your chief god ye worship,
+  He that you offer humane bloud and life to,
+  And make a sacrifice of him to memory,
+  Beat down his Altars, ruin'd his false Temples.
+
+  _Gov._ Now you may see.
+
+  _Quisar._ Take heed, you goe too far, Sir,
+  And yet I love to hear him, I must have ye,
+  And to that end I let you storm a little;
+  I know there must be some strife in your bosom
+  To cool and quiet ye, e'r you can come back:
+  I know old friends cannot part suddainly,
+  There will be some left still, yet I must have ye,
+  Have ye of my faith too, and so enjoy ye.
+
+  _Arm._ Now I contemn ye, and I hate my self
+  For looking on that face lasciviously,
+  And it looks ugly now me thinks.
+
+  _Quisar._ How _Portugal_?
+
+  _Arm._ It looks like death it self, to which 'twou'd lead me;
+  Your eyes resemble pale dispair, they fright me,
+  And in their rounds, a thousand horrid ruins,
+  Methinks I see; and in your tongue hear fearfully
+  The hideous murmurs of weak souls have suffer'd;
+  Get from me, I despise ye; and know woman,
+  That for all this trap you have laid to catch my life in,
+  To catch my immortal life, I hate and curse ye,
+  Contemn your Deities, spurn at their powers,
+  And where I meet your _Mahumet_ gods, I'll swing 'em
+  Thus o'r my head, and kick 'em into puddles,
+  Nay, I will out of vengeance search your Temples.
+  And with those hearts that serve my God, demolish
+  Your shambles of wild worships.
+
+  _Gov._ Now, now you hear Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I will have my faith, since you are so crafty,
+  The glorious cross, although I love your brother;
+  Let him frown too, I will have my devotion,
+  And let your whole State storm.
+
+  _King._ Enter and take him;
+  I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.
+
+  _Gov._ Be sure you bind him fast.
+
+  _Quisar._ But use him nobly.
+
+  _King._ Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,
+  And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir--
+
+  _Quisar._ Methinks I hate 'em now.
+
+  _King._ To our Religion,
+  To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious
+  To threaten them.
+
+  _Arm._ Use all your violence,
+  I ask no mercy, nor repent my words:
+  I spit at your best powers; I serve one,
+  Will give me strength to scourge your gods.
+
+  _Gov._ Away with him.
+
+  _Arm._ To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,
+  That never more their bloudy memories--
+
+  _Gov._ Clap him close up.
+
+  _King._ Good friend be cooler.
+
+  _Arm._ Never;
+  Your painted Sister I despise too.
+
+  _King._ Softly.
+
+  _Arm._ And all her devilish Arts laugh and scorn at,
+  Mock her blind purposes.
+
+  _King._ You must be temperate;
+  Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.
+
+  _Gov._ Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.
+
+  _Quisar._ Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him.      [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Christophero, _and_ Pedro (_at one door_) Emanuel, _and_
+        Soza, (_at another_).
+
+  _Chr._ Do you know the news Gentlemen?
+
+  _Em._ Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,
+  How to prevent it.
+
+  _Soz._ Is this the love they bear us,
+  For our late benefit? taken so maliciously,
+  And clapt up close? is that the thanks they render?
+
+  _Ch._ It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,
+  'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.
+
+  _Ped._ I know,
+  They may think to doe wonders, aim at all,
+  And to blow us with a vengeance, out o'th' Islands:
+  But if we be our selves, honest and resolute,
+  And continue but Masters of our antient courages,
+  Stick close, and give no vantage to their villanies--
+
+  _Soz._ Nay, if we faint or fall apieces now,
+  We are fools, and worthy to be markt for misery;
+  Begin to strike at him, they are all bound too?
+  To cancel his deserts? what must we look for
+  If they can carry this?
+
+  _Em._ I'll carry coals then;
+  I have but one life, and one fortune, Gentlemen,
+  But I'll so husband it to vex these rascals,
+  These barbarous slaves.
+
+  _Ch._ Shall we go charge 'em presently?
+
+  _Soz._ No, that will be too weak, and too fool-hardy,
+  We must have grounds, that promise safety, friends,
+  And sure offence, we lose our angers else,
+  And worse than that, venture our lives too lightly.
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero.
+
+  _Py._ Did you see mine Uncle? plague o' these _Barbarians_,
+  How the rogues stick in my teeth, I know ye are angry,
+  So I am too, monstrous angry, Gentlemen,
+  I am angry, that I choak agen.
+  You hear _Armusia's_ up, honest _Arm_:
+  Clapt up in prison, friends, the brave _Arm_:
+  Here are fine boys.
+
+  _Em._ We hope he shall not stay there.
+
+  _Py._ Stay, no, he must not stay, no talk of staying,
+  These are no times to stay; are not these rascals?
+  Speak, I beseech ye speak, are they not Rogues?
+  Think some abominable names--are they not devils?
+  But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em--fusty villains.
+
+  _Ch._ They are a kind of hounds.
+
+  _Py._ Hounds were their fathers;
+  Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds--Lord, where's my Uncle?
+
+  _Soz._ But what shall be done, Sir?
+
+  _Py._ Done?
+
+  _Soz._ Yes, to relieve him;
+  If it be not sudden they may take his life too.
+
+  _Py._ They dare as soon take fire and swallow it,
+  Take stakes and thrust into their tails for glisters:
+  His life, why 'tis a thing worth all the Islands,
+  And they know will be rated at that value;
+  His very imprisonment will make the Town stink,
+  And shake and stink, I have physick in my hand for 'em
+  Shall give the goblins such a purge--
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias.
+
+  _Ped._ Your Uncle.
+
+  _Ru._ I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye;
+  They say _Armusia_'s prisoner.
+
+  _Py._ 'Tis most certain.
+
+  _Ru._ Upon what cause?
+
+  _Py._ He has deserv'd too much, Sir;
+  The old heathen policie has light upon him.
+  And paid him home.
+
+  _Ru._ A most unnoble dealing.
+
+  _Py._ You are the next, if you can carry it tamely,
+  He has deserved of all.
+
+  _Ru._ I must confess it,
+  Of me so nobly too.
+
+  _Py._ I am glad to hear it,
+  You have a time now to make good your confession,
+  Your faith will shew but cold else, and for fashion,
+  Now to redeem all, now to thank his courtesie,
+  Now to make those believe that held you backward,
+  And an ill instrument, you are a Gentleman,
+  An honest man, and you dare love your Natio[n],
+  Dare stick to virtue, though she be opprest,
+  And for her own fair sake, step to her rescue:
+  If you live ages, Sir, and lose this hour,
+  Not now redeem, and vindicate your honor
+  Your life will be a murmure, and no man in't.
+
+  _Ru._ I thank ye nephew, come along with me Gentlemen,
+  We'll make 'em dancing sport immediately:
+  We are Masters of the Fort yet, we shall see
+  What that can do.
+
+  _Py._ Let it but spit fire finely,
+  And play their turrets, and their painted Palaces,
+  A frisking round or two, that they may trip it;
+  And caper in the air.
+
+  _Ru._ Come, we'll do something
+  Shall make 'em look about, we'll send 'em plums,
+  If they be not too hard for their teeth.
+
+  _Py._ And fine Potatoes
+  Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir
+  Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.
+
+  _Ru._ They shall see
+  There is no safe retreat in villany;
+  Come, be high-hearted all.
+
+  _Omnes._ We are all on fire, Sir.                           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter King and Governor._
+
+  _King._ I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not,
+  Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me,
+  The timely noble pity--why should I
+  See him fast bound and fetter'd, whose true courtesie,
+  Whose manhood, and whose mighty hand set me free?
+  Why should it come from me? why I command this?
+  Shall not all tongues and truths call me unthankful?
+
+  _Gov._ Had the offence been thrown on you, 'tis certain
+  It had been in your power, and your discretion
+  To have turn'd it into mercy, and forgiven it,
+  And then it had shew'd a virtuous point of gratitude,
+  Timely, and nobly taken; but since the cause
+  Concerns the honor of our gods, and their Title,
+  And so transcends your power, and your compassion,
+  A little your own safety, if you saw it too,
+  If your too fond indulgence did not dazle you,
+  It cannot now admit a private pitty;
+  'Tis in their Wills, their Mercies, or Revenges,
+  And these revolts in you, shew mere rebellions.
+
+  _King._ They are mild and pittiful.
+
+  _Gov._ To those repent.
+
+  _King._ Their nature's soft and tender.
+
+  _Gov._ To true hearts.
+  That feel compunction for their trespasses:
+  This man defies 'em still, threatens destruction
+  And demolition of their Arms and Worship,
+  Spits at their powers; take heed ye be not found, Sir,
+  And mark'd a favourer of their dishonor;
+  They use no common justice.
+
+  _King._ What shall I do
+  To deserve of this man--
+
+  _Gov._ If ye more bemoan him,
+  Or mitigate your power to preserve him,
+  I'll curse ye from the gods, call up their vengeance.
+
+        _Enter_ Quisara _with her hands bound_, Quisana, Panura.
+
+  And fling it on your Land and you, I have charge [for't;]
+  I hope to wrack you all.
+
+  _King._ What ails my Sister?
+  Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?
+  Who does do this?
+
+  _Quisan._ We did it, pardon Sir,
+  And for her preservation--She is grown wild,
+  And raving on the strangers love and honor,
+  Sometimes crying out help, help, they will torture him,
+  They will take his life, they will murder him presently,
+  If we had not prevented violently
+  Have laid hands on her own life.
+
+  _Gov._ These are tokens,
+  The gods displeasure is gone out, be quick,
+  And e'r it fall, doe something to appease 'em.
+  You know the sacrifice--I am glad it works thus.
+
+  _Quisa._ How low and base thou lookst now, that wert noble!
+  No figure of a King, methinks shews on you.
+  No face of Majesty, foul, swarth ingratitude
+  Has taken off thy sweetness, base forgetfulness
+  Of mighty benefits, has turned thee Devil:
+  Thou hast persecuted goodness, innocence;
+  And laid a hard and violent hand on virtue,
+  On that fair virtue that should teach and guide us;
+  Thou hast wrong'd thine own preserver, whose least merit,
+  Pois'd with thy main Estate, thou canst not satisfie,
+  Nay, put thy life in too, 'twill be too light still:
+  What hast thou done?
+
+  _Gov._ Goe for him presently,
+  And once more we'll try if we can win him fairly:
+  If not, let nothing she says hinder ye, or stir ye;
+  She speaks distractedly--Do that the gods command ye,
+  Do you know what ye say Lady?
+
+  _Quisar._ I could curse thee too,
+  Religion and severity has steel'd thee,
+  Has turn'd thy heart to stone; thou hast made the gods hard too,
+  Against their sweet and patient natures, cruel:
+  None of ye feel what bravery ye tread on?
+  What innocence? what beauty?
+
+  _King._ Pray be patient.
+
+  _Quisar._ What honourable things ye cast behind [ye]?
+  What monuments of man?
+
+        _Enter_ Armusia _and Guard_.
+
+  _King._ Once more _Armusia_,
+  Because I love ye tenderly and dearly,
+  And would be glad to win ye mine, I wish ye,
+  Even from my heart I wish and wooe ye--
+
+  _Ar._ What Sir,
+  Take heed how ye perswade me falsly, then ye hate me:
+  Take heed how ye intrap me.
+
+  _King._ I advise ye,
+  And tenderly and truly I advise ye,
+  Both for your souls health, and your safety.
+
+  _Ar._ Stay,
+  And name my soul no more, she is too precious,
+  Too glorious for you[r] flatteries, too secure too.
+
+  _Gov._ Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor
+  That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.
+
+  _Arm._ They are not to be consider'd in these cases,
+  Not to be nam'd when souls are question'd;
+  They are vain and flying vapors--touch my life,
+  'Tis ready for ye, put it to what test
+  It shall please ye, I am patient; but for the rest
+  You may remove Rocks with your little fingers,
+  Or blow a Mountain out o' th' way, with bellows,
+  As soon as stir my faith; use no more arguments.
+
+  _Gov._ We must use tortures then.
+
+  _Arm._ Your worst and painfull'st
+  I am joyful to accept.
+
+  _Gov._ You must the sharpest,
+  For such has been your hate against our Deities
+  Delivered openly, your threats and scornings,
+  And either your repentance must be mighty,
+  Which is your free conversion to our customs,
+  Or equal punishment which is your life, Sir.
+
+  _Arm._ I am glad I have it for ye, take it Priest,
+  And all the miseries that shall attend it:
+  Let the gods glut themselves with Christian bloud,
+  It will be ask'd again, and so far followed,
+  So far reveng'd, and with such holy justice,
+  Your gods of gold shall melt and sink before it;
+  Your Altars and your Temples shake to nothing;
+  And you false worshipers, blind fools of ceremony,
+  Shall seek for holes to hide your heads, and fears in,
+  For seas to swallow you from this destruction,
+  Darkness to dwell about ye, and conceal ye;
+  Your mothers womb agen--
+
+  _Gov._ Make the fires ready,
+  And bring the several tortures out.
+
+  _Quisar._ Stand fast, Sir,
+  And fear 'em not, you that have stept so nobly
+  Into this pious Trial, start not now,
+  Keep on your way, a Virgin will assist ye,
+  A Virgin won by your fair constancy,
+  And glorying that she is won so, will dye by ye:
+  I have touch'd ye every way, tried ye most honest,
+  Perfect, and good, chaste, blushing chaste, and temperate,
+  Valiant, without vain-glory, modest, stayed,
+  No rage, or light affection ruling in you:
+  Indeed, the perfect school of worth I find ye,
+  The temple of true honor.
+
+  _Arm._ Whether will she?
+  What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?
+
+  _Quisar._ Your Faith, and your Religion must be like ye,
+  They that can shew you these, must be pure mirrors,
+  When the streams flow clear and fair, what are the fountains?
+  I do embrace your faith, Sir, and your fortune;
+  Go on, I will assist ye, I feel a sparkle here,
+  A lively spark that kindles my affection,
+  And tells me it will rise to flames of glory:
+  Let 'em put on their angers, suffer nobly,
+  Shew me the way, and when I faint, instruct me;
+  And if I follow not--
+
+  _Arm._ Oh blessed Lady,
+  Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph,
+  Come clap your terrors on.
+
+  _Quisar._ All your fell tortures.
+  For there is nothing he shall suffer, brother,
+  I swear by a new faith, which is most sacred,
+  And I will keep it so, but I will follow in,
+  And follow to a scruple of affliction,
+  In spight of all your gods without prevention.
+
+  _Gov._ Death! she amazes me.
+
+  _King._ What shall be done now?
+
+  _Gov._ They must dye both,
+  And suddenly, they will corrupt all else;
+  This woman makes me weary of my mischief,
+  She shakes me, and she staggers me, go in Sir,
+  I'll see the execution.
+
+  _Kin._ Not so suddain:
+  If they go, all my Friends and Sisters perish.
+
+  _Gov._ Wou'd I were safe at home agen.
+
+        _Enter Messenger._
+
+  _Mes._ Arm, arm, Sir,
+  Seek for defence, the Castle plays and thunders,
+  The Town Rocks, and the houses fly i' th' air,
+  The people dye for fear--Captain _Ruy Dias_,
+  Has made an oath he will not leave a stone here;
+  No, not the memory, here has stood a City,
+  Unless _Armusia_ be deliver'd fairly.
+
+  _King._ I have my fears: what can our gods do now for us?
+
+  _Gov._ Be patient, but keep him still: he is a cure, Sir,
+  Against both Rage and Cannon: goe and fortifie,
+  Call in the Princess, make the Palace sure,
+  And let 'em know you are a King: look nobly;
+  And take you[r] courage to ye; keep close the prisoner,
+  And under command, we are betraid else.
+
+  _Ar._ How joyfully I goe!
+
+  _Quisar._ Take my heart with thee.
+
+  _Gov._ I hold a Wolf by the ear now:
+  Fortune free me.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter four Towns-men._
+
+  _1._ Heaven bless us,
+  What a thund'ring's here! what fire-spitting!
+  We cannot drink, but our Cans are mauld amongst us.
+
+  _2._ I wou'd they would mall our scores too:
+  Shame o' their Guns, I thought they had been bird-pots,
+  Or great Candle-cases, how devilishly they bounce,
+  And how the Bullets borrow a piece of a house here,
+  There another, and mend those up agen
+  With another Parish; here flies a poudring-tub,
+  The meat ready rosted, and there a barrel pissing vinegar,
+  And they two over-taking the top of a high Steeple,
+  Newly slic'd off for a Sallet.
+
+  _3._ A vengeance fire 'em.
+
+  _2._ Nay, they fire fast enough;
+  You need not help 'em.
+
+  _4._ Are these the _Portugal_ Bulls--
+  How loud they bellow!
+
+  _2._ Their horns are plaguy strong, they push down Palaces
+  They toss our little habitations like whelps,
+  Like grindle-tails, with their heels upward;
+  All the windows i'th Town dance a new Trenchmore,
+  'Tis like to prove a blessed age for Glasiers,
+  I met a hand, and a Letter in't, in great haste,
+  And by and by, a single leg running after it,
+  As if the arm had forgot part of his errand,
+  Heads flie like Foot-balls every where.
+
+  _1._ What shall we do?
+
+  _2._ I care not, my shop's cancell'd,
+  And all the Pots, and earthen Pans in't vanish't:
+  There was a single Bullet, and they together by the ears;
+  You would have thought _Tom Tumbler_ had been there,
+  And all his troop of devils.
+
+  _3._ Let's to the King,
+  And get this Gentleman deliver'd handsomly:
+  By this hand, there's no walking above ground else.
+
+  _2._ By this leg--let me swear nimbly by it,
+  For I know not how long I shall owe it,
+  If I were out o'th' Town once, if I came in agen to
+  Fetch my breakfast, I will give 'em leave to cramm me
+  With a _Portugal_ Pudding: Come; let's doe any thing
+  To appease this thunder.                                    [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero _and_ Panura.
+
+  _Py._ Art sure it was that blind Priest?
+
+  _Pan._ Yes most certain,
+  He has provok'd all this; the King is merciful,
+  And wond'rous loving; but he fires him on still,
+  And when he cools, enrages him, I know it:
+  Threatens new vengeance, and the gods fierce justice
+  When he but looks with fair eyes on _Armusia_,
+  Will lend him no time to relent; my royal Mistriss,
+  She has entertain'd a _Christian_ hope.
+
+  _Py._ Speak truly.
+
+  _Pan._ Nay, 'tis most true, but Lord! how he lies at her,
+  And threatens her, and flatters her, and damns her,
+  And I fear, if not speedily prevented,
+  If she continue stout, both shall be executed,
+
+  _Py._ I'll kiss thee for this news, nay more _Panura_,
+  If thou wilt give me leave I'll get thee with _Christian_,
+  The best way to convert thee.
+
+  _Pan._ Make me believe so?
+
+  _Py._ I will y'faith. But which way cam'st thou hither?
+  The Pallace is close guarded, and barricado'd.
+
+  _Pan._ I came through a private vault, which few there know of;
+  It rises in a Temple not far hence,
+  Close by the Castle here.
+
+  _Py._ How--To what end?
+
+  _Pan._ A good one:
+  To give ye knowledge of my new-born Mistriss;
+  And in what doubt _Armusia_ stands,
+  Think any present means, or hope to stop 'em
+  From their fell ends: the Princes are come in too,
+  And they are harden'd also.
+
+  _Py._ The damn'd Priest--
+
+  _Pan._ Sure he's a cruel man, methinks Religion
+  Should teach more temperate Lessons.
+
+  _Py._ He the fire-brand?
+  He dare to touch at such fair lives as theirs are?
+  Well Prophet, I shall prophesie, I shall catch ye,
+  When all your Prophecies will not redeem ye?
+  Wilt thou do one thing bravely?
+
+  _Pa._ Any good I am able.
+
+  _Py._ And by thine own white hand, I'll swear thou art virtuous,
+  And a brave wench, durst thou but guide me presently,
+  Through the same vault thou cam'st, into the Pallace
+  And those I shall appoint, such as I think fit.
+
+  _Pa._ Yes I will do it, and suddainly, and truly.
+
+  _Py._ I wou'd fain behold this Prophet.
+
+  _Pa._ Now I have ye:
+  And shall bring ye where ye shall behold him,
+  Alone too, and unfurnish'd of defences:
+  That shall be my care; but you must not betray me.
+
+  _Py._ Dost thou think we are so base, such slaves, rogues?
+
+  _Pa._ I do not:
+  And you shall see how fairly I'll work for ye.
+
+  _Py._ I must needs steal that Priest,
+  Steal him, and hang him.
+
+  _Pa._ Do any thing to remove his mischief, strangle him--
+
+  _Py._ Come prethee love.
+
+  _Pa._ You'll offer me no foul play?
+  The Vault is dark.
+
+  _Py._ 'Twas well remember'd.
+
+  _Pa._ And ye may--
+  But I hold ye honest.
+
+  _Py._ Honest enough I warrant thee.
+
+  _Pa._ I am but a poor weak wench; and what with the place,
+  And your perswasions Sir--but I hope you will not;
+  You know we are often cozen'd.
+
+  _Py._ If thou dost fear me,
+  Why dost thou put me in mind?
+
+  _Pa._ To let you know Sir,
+  Though it be in your power, and things fitting to it,
+  Yet a true Gent--
+
+  _Py._ I know what he'll do:
+  Come and remember me, and I'll answer thee,
+  I'll answer thee to the full; we'll call at th' Castle,
+  And then my good guide, do thy Will; sha't find me
+  A very tractable man!
+
+  _Pa._ I hope I shall Sir.                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Bakam, Syana, _and Soldiers_.
+
+  _Bak._ Let my men guard the Gates.
+
+  _Syan._ And mine the Temple,
+  For fear the honor of our gods should suffer,
+  And on your lives be watchful.
+
+  _Ba._ And be valiant;
+  And let's see, if these _Portugals_ dare enter;
+  What their high hearts dare do: Let's see how readily,
+  The great _Ruy Dias_ will redeem his Countrey-men;
+  He speaks proud words, and threatens.
+
+  _Sy._ He is approv'd, Sir,
+  And will put fair for what he promises;
+  I could wish friendlier terms,
+  Yet for our liberties and for our gods,
+  We are bound in our best service
+  Even in the hazard of our lives.
+
+        _Enter the King above._
+
+  _King._ Come up Princes,
+  And give your counsels, and your helps: the Fort still
+  Plays fearfully upon us, beats our buildings,
+  And turns our people wild with fears.
+
+  _Ba._ Send for the prisoner,
+  And give us leave to argue.              [_Exit_ Ba. _and_ Sy. _then_,
+
+        _Enter_ Ruy Dias, Emanuel, Christoph. Pedro, _with Sold_.
+
+  _Ru._ Come on nobly,
+  And let the Fort play still, we are
+  Strong enough to look upon 'em,
+  And return at pleasure; it may
+  Be on our view they will return him.
+
+  _Chr._ We will return 'em such thanks else,
+  Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.
+
+  _Em._ How the people stare,
+  And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:
+  But it is the King--
+
+        _Enter_ Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, _with Soldiers above_.
+
+  _Ruy._ I cannot blame their wisdoms.
+  They are all above, _Armusia_ chain'd and bound too?
+  Oh, these are tha[n]kful Squires.
+
+  _Ba._ Hear us _Ruy Di[a]s_,
+  Be wise and hear us, and give speedy answer,
+  Command thy Cannon presently to cease,
+  No more to trouble the afflicted people,
+  Or suddainly _Armusia's_ head goes off;
+  As suddainly as said.
+
+  _Em._ Stay Sir, be moderate.
+
+  _Arm._ Do nothing that's dishonourable _Ruy Dyas_
+  Let not the fear of me, master thy valour;
+  Pursue 'em still, they are base malicious people.
+
+  _King._ Friend, be not desperate.
+
+  _Ar._ I scorn your courtesies;
+  Strike when you dare, a fair arm guide the Gunner
+  And may he let flie still with fortune: friend,
+  Do me the honor of a Soldiers funerals,
+  The last fair _Christian_ right, see me i'th' ground,
+  And let the Palace burn first, then the Temples,
+  And on their scorn'd gods, erect my monument:
+  Touch not the Princess, as you are a Soldier.
+
+  _Quisar._ Which way you goe, Sir,
+  I must follow necessary.
+  One life, and one death.
+
+  _King._ Will you take a truce yet?
+
+        _Enter_ Pyniero, Soza, _and Soldiers_, _with the Governor_.
+
+  _Py._ No, no, go on:
+  Look here, your god, your prophet.
+
+  _King._ How came he taken?
+
+  _Py._ I conjur'd for him, King.
+  I am a sure Curr at an old blind Prophet.
+  I'll haunt ye such a false knave admirably,
+  A terrier I; I eartht him, and then snapt him.
+
+  _Soz._ Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,
+  E'en out of the next chamber to ye.
+
+  _Py._ Come, come, begin King,
+  Begin this bloudy matter when you dare;
+  And yet I scorn my sword should touch the rascal,
+  I'll tear him thus before ye. Ha?
+  What art thou?                        {_Pulls his Beard and hair off._
+
+  _King._ How's this!
+  Art thou a Prophet?
+
+  _Ru._ Come down Princes.
+
+  _King._ We are abus'd--
+  Oh my most dear _Armusia_--
+  Off with his chains. And now my noble Sister,
+  Rejoyce with me, I know ye are pleas'd as I am.
+
+  _Py._ This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,
+  What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?
+
+  _Ruy._ Why what a wretch
+  Art thou to work this mischief?
+  To assume this holy shape to ruine honor,
+  Honor and chastity?
+
+        _Enter King, and all from above._
+
+  _Gov._ I had paid you all,
+  But fortune plaid the slut. Come,
+  Give me my doom.
+
+  _King._ I cannot speak for wonder.
+
+  _Gov._ Nay, 'tis I Sir,
+  And here I stay your sentence.
+
+  _King._ Take her friend,
+  You have half perswaded me to be a _Christian_,
+  And with her all the joyes, and all the blessings.
+  Why what dream have we dwelt in?
+
+  _Ru._ All peace to ye,
+  And all the happiness of heart dwell with ye,
+  Children as sweet and noble as their Parents.
+
+  _Py._ And Kings at least.
+
+  _Ar._ Good Sir, forget my rashness.
+  And noble Princess[e], for I was once angry,
+  And out of that, might utter some distemper,
+  Think not 'tis my nature.
+
+  _Sya._ Your joy is ours, Sir.
+  And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.
+
+  _King._ To prison with this dog, there let him houl,
+  And if he can repent, sigh out his villanies:
+  His Island we shall seize into our hands,
+  His Father and himself have both usurp'd it,
+  And kept it by oppression; the Town and Castle,
+  In which I lay my self most miserable,
+  Till my most honourable friend redeem'd me,
+  Signior _Pyniero_, I bestow on you,
+  The rest of next command upon these Gentlemen,
+  Upon ye, all my love.
+
+  _Arm._ Oh brave _Ruy Dias_,
+  You have started now beyond me. I must thank ye,
+  And thank ye for my life, my wife and honor.
+
+  _Ruy._ I am glad I had her for you, Sir.
+
+  _King._ Come Princes,
+  Come Friends and Lovers all, come noble Gentlemen,
+  No more Guns now, nor hates, but joyes and triumphs,
+  An universal gladness fly about us:
+  And know however subtle men dare cast,
+  And promise wrack, the gods give peace at last.             [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  NOBLE GENTLEMAN.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Monsieur Marine, _the Noble Gent. but none of the wisest_.
+    Jaques, _an old servant to_ Marine's _family_.
+    Clerimont, _a Gull_, _Cosin to Monsieur_ Marine.
+    A Gentleman, _Servant to_ Marine's _wife_.
+    Lo[n]gueville, } _two Courtiers that plot
+    Beaufort,      }     to abuse_ Marine.
+    Shattillion, _a Lord_, _mad for Love_.
+    Doctor.
+    Page.
+    Gentlemen.
+    Servants.
+    Duke.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Marine's _Wife_, _a witty wanton_.
+    Clerimont's _Wife_, _a simple countrey Gentlewoman_.
+    Shattillion's _Mistriss_, _a virtuous Virgin_.
+    Maria, _Servant to_ Marine's _wife_.
+
+
+  The Scene France.
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Wit is become an Antick, and puts on
+  As many shapes of variation,
+  To court the times applause, as the times dare,
+  Change several fashions, nothing is thought rare
+  Which is not new, and follow'd, yet we know
+  That what was worn some twenty years agoe,
+  Comes into grace again, and we pursue
+  That custom, by presenting to your view
+  A Play in fashion then, not doubting now
+  But 'twill appear the same, if you allow
+  Worth to their noble memory, whose name,
+  Beyond all power of death, live in their fame._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+    _Enter Gentleman a[n]d_ Jaques.
+
+  _Gent._ What happiness waits on the life at Court,
+  What dear content, greatness, delight and ease!
+  What ever-springing hopes, what tides of honor!
+  That raise their fortunes to the height of wishes!
+  What can be more in man, what more in nature,
+  Than to be great and fear'd? A Courtier,
+  A noble Courtier, 'Tis a name that draws
+  Wonder and duty from all eyes and knees.
+
+  _Jaq._ And so your Worships Land within the Walls,
+  Where you shall have it all inclos'd, and sure.
+
+  _Gent._ Peace knave; dull creature, bred of sweat and smoke,
+  These mysteries are far above thy faith:
+  But thou shalt see--
+
+  _Jaq._ And then I shall believe;
+  Your fair revenues, turn'd into fair suits;
+  I shall believe your Tenant's bruis'd and rent
+  Under the weight of Coaches, all your state
+  Drawn through the streets in triumph, suits for places
+  Plied with a Mine of Gold, and being got
+  Fed with a great stream. I shall believe all this.
+
+  _Gent._ You shall believe, and know me glorious.
+  Cosin, good day and health.
+
+        _Enter Cosin._
+
+  _Cosin._ The same to you, Sir,
+  And more, without my wishes, could you know
+  What calm content dwels in a private house:
+  Yet look into your self, retire: this place
+  Of promises, and protestations, fits
+  Minds only bent [t]o ruin, you should know this,
+  You have their language perfect, you have tutors
+  I do not doubt, sufficient: but beware.
+
+  _Gent._ You are merry Cosin:
+
+  _Cosin._ Yet your patience,
+  You shall learn that too, but not like it self,
+  Where it is held a virtue; tell me Sir,
+  Have you cast up your State, rated your Land,
+  And find it able to endure the change
+  Of time and fashion? is it always harvest?
+  Always vintage? have you Ships at Sea,
+  To bring you Gold and Stone from rich _Peru_,
+  Monthly returning Treasure? doth the King
+  Open his large Exchequer to your hands
+  And bid ye be a great man? can your wife
+  Coin off her beauty? or the week allow
+  Suits to each day? and know no ebb in honor?
+  If these be possible, and can hold out,
+  Then be a Courtier still, and still be wasting.
+
+  _Gent._ Cosin, pray give me leave:
+
+  _Cos._ I have done.
+
+  _Gent._ I could requite your gall, and in a strain
+  As bitter, and as full of Rubarb, preach
+  Against your Countrey life, but 'tis below me
+  And only subject to my pitty, know
+  The eminent Court, to them that can be wise,
+  And fasten on her blessings, is a Sun
+  That draws men up from course and earthly Being,
+  I mean these men of merit that have power
+  And reason to make good her benefits,
+  Learns them a manly boldness, gives their tongues
+  Sweetness of Language, makes them apt to please;
+  Files of all rudeness, and uncivil haviour,
+  Shews them as neat in carriage, as in cloaths;
+  Cosin, have you ever seen the Court?
+
+  _Cos._ No Sir,
+  Nor am I yet in travel with that longing.
+
+  _Gent._ Oh the state and greatness of that place
+  Where men are found
+  Only to give the first creation glory!
+  Those are the models of the antient world
+  Left like the _Roman_ Statues to stir up
+  Our following hopes, the place it self puts on
+  The brow of Majesty, and flings her lustre
+  Like the air newly light'ned; Form, and Order,
+  Are only there themselves, unforc'd, and sound,
+  As they were first created to this place.
+
+  _Cos._ You nobly came, but will goe from thence base.
+
+  _Gent._ 'Twas very pretty, and a good conceit;
+  You have a wit good Cosin, I do joy in't,
+  Keep it for Court: but to my self again,
+  When I have view'd these pieces, turn'd these eyes,
+  And with some taste of superstition,
+  Look'd on the wealth of Nature, the fair dames,
+  Beauties, that light the Court, and make it shew
+  Like a fair heaven, in a frosty night:
+  And 'mongst these mine, not poorest, 'tis for tongues
+  Of blessed Poets, such as _Orpheus_ was,
+  To give their worth and praises; Oh dear Cosin:
+  You have a wife, and fair, bring her hither,
+  Let her not live to be the Mistriss of a Farmers heir
+  And be confin'd ever to a searge,
+  Far courser than my horse-cloth.
+  Let her have Velvets, Tiffinies, Jewels, Pearls,
+  A Coach, an Usher, and her two Lacquies,
+  And I will send my wife to give her rules,
+  And read the rudiments of Court to her.
+
+  _Cos._ Sir, I had rather send her to _Virginia_
+  To help to propagate the _English_ Nation.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Gent._ Sirrah, how slept your Mistriss, and what visitants
+  Are to pay service?
+
+  _Serv._ As I came out,
+  Two Counts were newly ent'red.
+
+  _Gent._ This is greatness,
+  But few such servants wait a Countrey beauty.
+
+  _Cos._ They are the more to thank their modesty,
+  God keep my Wife, and all my Issue Female
+  From such uprisings.
+
+        _Enter a Doctor._
+
+  _Gent._ What? my learned Doctor?
+  You will be welcome, give her health and youth
+  And I will give you gold.                              [_Exit Doctor._
+  Cosin, how savors this? is it not sweet
+  And very great, tasts it not of Nobleness?
+
+  _Cos._ Faith Sir, my pallat is too dull and lazie
+  I cannot taste it, 'tis not for my relish,
+  But be so still.
+  Since your own misery must first reclaim ye,
+  To which I leave you, Sir,
+  If you will, yet be happy, leave the humor
+  And base subjection to your Wife, be wise,
+  And let her know with speed, you are her Husband,
+  I shall be glad to hear it.
+  My horse is sent for.                                         [_Exit._
+
+  _Gent._ Even such another countrey thing as this
+  Was I, such a piece of dirt, so heavy,
+  So provident to heap up ignorance,
+  And be an ass: such musty cloaths wore I,
+  So old and thred-bare, I do yet remember
+  Divers young Gallants lighting at my Gate,
+  To see my honoured Wife, have offered pence,
+  And bid me walk their horses, such a slave
+  Was I in shew then: but my eyes are open'd.
+
+        _Enter Gent. Wife._
+
+  Many sweet morrows to my worthy Wife.
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis well, and aptly given, as much for you,
+  But to my present business, which is money--
+
+  _Gent._ Lady, I have none left.
+
+  _Wife._ I hope you dare not say so, nor imagine so base and low,
+  A thought: I have none left?
+  Are these words fitting for a man of worth,
+  And one of your full credit? Do you know
+  The place you live in? me? and what I labour
+  For, you? and your advancement?
+
+  _Gent._ Yes my dearest.
+
+  _Wife._ And do you pop me off with this slight answer,
+  In troth I have none left? in troth you must have;
+  Nay stare not, 'tis most true, send speedily
+  To all that love you, let your people flye
+  Like thunder, through the City,
+  And not return under five thousand Crowns.
+  Try all, take all, let not a [wealthy] Merchant be untempted
+  Or any one that hath the name of Money,
+  Take up at any Use, give Band, or Land,
+  Or mighty Statutes, able by their strength,
+  To tye up _Sampson_, were he now alive,
+  There must be money gotten; for be perswaded,
+  If we fall now, or be but seen to shrink,
+  Under our fair beginnings, 'tis our ruin,
+  And then good night to all, (but our disgrace)
+  Farewel the hope of coming happiness,
+  And all the aims we levied at so long.
+  Are ye not mov'd at this? no sense of want,
+  Towards your self yet breeding? be old,
+  And common; jaded to the eyes
+  Of Grooms, and Pages, Chamber-maids, and Guarders,
+  And when you have done, put your poor house in order
+  And hang your self, for such must be the end
+  Of him that willingly forsakes his hopes
+  And hath a joy to tumble to his ruin.
+  All that I say is certain, if ye fail
+  Do not [impute] me with it, I am clear.
+
+  _Gent._ Now heaven forbid I should do wrong to you
+  My dearest Wife, and Madam; yet give leave
+  To your poor creature to unfold himself.
+  You know my debts are many more than means,
+  My bands not taken in, my friends at home
+  Drawn dry with these expences, my poor Tenants
+  More full of want than we, then what new course
+  Can I beget, to raise those crowns by? speak,
+  And I shall execute.
+
+  _Wife._ Pray tell me true,
+  Have you not Land in the Countrey?
+
+  _Gent._ Pardon me, I had forgot it.
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, you must remember it,
+  There is no remedy, this Land must be,
+  In _Paris_ e'r to morrow night.
+
+  _Gent._ It shall, let me consider, some 300 acres
+  Will serve the turn.
+
+  _Wife._ 'Twill furnish at all points,
+  Now you speak like your self, and know like him,
+  That means to be a man, suspect no less
+  For the return will give ye five for one,
+  You shall be great to morrow, I have said it.
+  Farewel, and see this business be a-foot,
+  With expedition.                                         [_Exit Wife._
+
+  _Gent._ Health, all joy, and honor
+  Wait on my lovely Wife. What? _Jaques_, _Jaques_.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, did you call?
+
+  _Gent._ I did so, hie thee _Jaques_.
+  Down to the Bank, and there to some good Merchant
+  (Conceive me well, good _Jaques_, and be private)
+  Offer 300 acres of my Land:
+  Say it is choice and fertile, ask upon it
+  Five thousand Crowns, this is the business
+  I must employ thee in, be wise and speedy.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, do not do this.
+
+  _Gent._ Knave, I must have money.
+
+  _Jaq._ If you have money thus, your knave must tell ye
+  You will not have a foot of Land left, be more wary,
+  And more friend to your self, this honest Land
+  Your Worship has discarded, has been true,
+  And done you loyal service.
+
+  _Gent._ Gentle _Jaques_,
+  You have a merry wit, employ it well
+  About the business you have now in hand.
+  When ye come back, enquire me in the Presence,
+  If not in the Tennis-Court, or at my house.                   [_Exit._
+
+  _Jaq._ If this vain hold, I know where to enquire ye.
+  Five thousand Crowns! this, with good husbandry,
+  May hold a month out, then 5000 more,
+  And more Land a bleeding for't, as many more,
+  And more Land laid aside. God and _St. Dennis_
+  Keep honest minded young men batchelors.
+  'Tis strange, my Master should be yet so young
+  A puppy, that he cannot see his fall
+  And got so near the Sun. I'll to his Cosin.
+  And once more tell him on't, if he fail,
+  Then to my Mortgage, next unto my sale.                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Longovile, Bewford, _and the Servant_.
+
+  _Serv._ Gentlemen, hold on discourse a while,
+  I shall return with knowledge how and where
+  We shall have best access unto my Mistriss
+  To tender your devotions.                                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Long._ Be it so:
+  Now to our first discourse.
+
+  _Bew._ I prethee peace;
+  Thou canst not be so bad, or make me know
+  Such things are living, do not give thy self
+  So common and so idle, so open vile,
+  So great a wronger of thy worth, so low,
+  I cannot, nor I must not credit thee.
+
+  _Lon._ Now by this light I am a whoremaster,
+  An open, and an excellent whormaster,
+  And take a special glory that I am so:
+  I thank my Stars I am a whoremaster,
+  And such a one as dare be known and seen,
+  And pointed at to be a noble wencher.
+
+  _Bew._ Do not let all ears hear this, hark [y]e Sir,
+  I am my self a whoremaster, I am
+  Believe it Sir (in private be it spoken)
+  I love a whore directly, most men are wenchers,
+  And have profest the Science, few men
+  That look upon ye now, but whoremasters,
+  Or have a full desire to be so.
+
+  _Lon._ This is noble.
+
+  _Bew._ It is without all question, being private,
+  And held as needful as intelligence,
+  But being once discover'd, blown abroad,
+  And known to common senses, 'tis no more
+  Than geometrical rules in Carpenters,
+  That only know some measure of an Art,
+  But are not grounded: be no more deceived,
+  I have a conscience to reclaim you, Sir.
+  Mistake me not: I do not bid you leave your whore
+  Or less to love her; forbid it,
+  I should be such a villain to my friend,
+  Or so unnatural: 'twas never harbor'd here,
+  Learn to be secret first, then strike your Deer.
+
+  _Lon._ Your fair instructions, _Mo[n]sieur_, I shall learn.
+
+  _Bew._ And you shall have them; I desire your care.
+
+  _Lon._ They are your servants.
+
+  _Bew._ You must not love.
+
+  _Lon._ How Sir?
+
+  _Bew._ I mean a Lady, there's danger.
+  She hath an Usher and a Waiting Gentlewoman,
+  A Page, a Coach-man, these are fee'd and fee'd
+  And yet for all that will be prating.
+
+  _Lon._ So.
+
+  _Bew._ You understand me Sir, they will discover't,
+  And there is a loss of credit, Table-talk
+  Will be the end of this, or worse, than that;
+  Will this be worthy of a Gentleman?
+
+  _Long._ Proceed good Sir.
+
+  _Bew._ Next leave your City Dame;
+  The best of that Tribe, are most meerly coy,
+  Or most extreamly foolish, both which vices
+  Are no great stirrers up, unless in Husbands
+  That owe this Cattle, fearing her that's coy
+  To be but seeming, her that's fool too forward.
+
+  _Lon._ This is the rarest fellow, and the soundest,
+  I mean in knowledge, that e'r wore a Codpiece,
+  H'as found out that will pass all _Italy_,
+  All _France_ and _England_; to their shames I speak,
+  And to the griefs of all their Gentlemen,
+  The noble Theory of Luxury.
+
+  _Bew._ Your patience,
+  And I will lay before your eyes a course
+  That I my self found out, 'tis excellent,
+  Easie, and full of freedome.
+
+  _Long._ O good Sir,
+  You rack me till I know it.
+
+  _Bew._ This it is,
+  When your desire is up, your blood well heated
+  And apt for sweet encounter, chuse the night,
+  And with the night your Wench, the streets have store,
+  There seize upon her, get her to your chamber,
+  Give her a cardecew, 'tis royal payment;
+  When ye are dull, dismiss her, no man knows,
+  Nor she her self, who hath encountred her.
+
+  _Lon._ O but their faces.
+
+  _Bew._ Nere talke of faces:
+  The night allows her equal with a Dutchess,
+  Imagination doth all think her fair,
+  And great, clapt in Velvet, she is so,
+  Sir, I have tryed those, and do find it certain
+  It never failes me, 'tis but twelve nights since
+  My last experience.
+
+  _Lon._ O my meiching Varlet, I'll fit ye as I live.
+  'Tis excellent, I'll be your Scholar Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Lady _and_ Servant.
+
+  _Wife._ You are fairly welcome both: troth Gentlemen
+  You have been strangers, I could chide you for't,
+  And taxe ye with unkindness, What's the news?
+  The Town was never empty of some novelty;
+  Servant, What's your intelligence?
+
+  _Ser._ Faith nothing.
+  I have not heard of any worth relating.
+
+  _Bew._ Nor I sweet Lady.
+
+  _Lon._ Then give me attention,
+  _Monsieur Shattillion's_ mad.
+
+  _Wife._ Mad?
+
+  _Lon._ Mad as May-butter,
+  And which is more, mad for a Wench.
+
+  _Lady._ 'Tis strange, and full of pity.
+
+  _Lon._ All that comes near him
+  He thinks are come of purpose to betray him,
+  Being full of strange conceit: the wench he loved
+  Stood very near the Crown.
+
+  _Lady._ Alass good _Monsieur_;
+  A' was a proper man, and fair demean'd,
+  A Person worthy of a better temper.
+
+  _Lon._ He is strong opinion'd that the Wench he lov'd
+  Remains close prisoner by the Kings command:
+  Fearing her title, when the poor grieved Gentlewoman
+  Follows him much lamenting, and much loving
+  In hope to make him well, he knows her not,
+  Nor any else that comes to visit him.
+
+  _Lady._ Let's walk in Gentlemen, and there discourse
+  His further miseries, you shall stay dinner,
+  In truth you must obey.
+
+  _Om._ We are your servants.                                 [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Couzen._
+
+  _Cous._ There's no good to be done, no cure to be wrought
+  Upon my desperate Kinsman: I'll to horse
+  And leave him to the fools whip, misery.
+  I shall recover twenty miles this night,
+  My horse stands ready, I'll away with speed.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ Sir, may I crave your name?
+
+  _Cous._ Yes Sir you may:
+  My name is _Cleremont_.
+
+  _Shat._ 'Tis well, your faction?
+  What party knit you with?
+
+  _Cous._ I know no parties,
+  Nor no Factions, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Then weare this Cross of white:
+  And where you see the like they are my friends,
+  Observe them well, the time is dangerous.
+
+  _Cous._ Sir keep your cross, I'll weare none, sure this fellow
+  Is much beside himself, grown mad.
+
+  _Shat._ A word Sir;
+  You can pick nothing out of this, this cross
+  Is nothing but a cross, a very cross,
+  Plain, without spell, or witchcraft, search it,
+  You may suspect, and well, there's poyson in't,
+  Powder, or wild-fire, but 'tis nothing so.
+
+  _Cous._ I do believe you, Sir, 'tis a plain cross.
+
+  _Shat._ Then do your worst, I care not, tell the King,
+  Let him know all this, as I am sure he shall;
+  When you have spit your venome, then will I
+  Stand up a faithful, and a loyal Subject,
+  And so God save His Grace, this is no Treason.
+
+  _Cous._ He is March mad, farewell _Monsieur_.          [_Exit Couzen._
+
+  _Shat._ Farewel;
+  I shall be here attending, 'tis my life
+  They aime at, there's no way to save it, well
+  Let 'em spread all their nets: they shall not draw me
+  Into any open Treason, I can see,
+  And can beware, I have my wits about me,
+  I thank heaven for't.
+
+        _Enter_ Love.
+
+  _Love._ There he goes,
+  That was the fairest hope the _French_ Court bred,
+  The worthiest and the sweetest temper'd spirit,
+  The truest, and the valiantest, the best of judgment,
+  Till most unhappy I: sever'd those virtues,
+  And turn'd his wit wild with a coy denial,
+  Which heaven forgive me, and be pleas'd, O heaven
+  To give again his senses: that my love
+  May strike off all my follies.
+
+  _Shat._ Lady.
+
+  _Love._ I Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Your will with me sweet Lady.
+
+  _Love._ Sir, I come.
+
+  _Shat._ From the dread sovereign King, I know it Lady,
+  He is a gracious Prince, long may he live,
+  Pertain you to his chamber?
+
+  _Lov._ No indeed Sir,
+  That place is not for women, Do you know me?
+
+  _Shat._ Yes, I do know you.
+
+  _Lov._ What's my name? pray you speak.
+
+  _Shat._ That's all one, I do know you and your business,
+  You are discover'd Lady, I am wary,
+  It stands upon my life; pray excuse me,
+  The best man of this Kingdom sent you hither,
+  To dive into me, have I toucht you? ha?
+
+  _Lov._ You are deceiv'd Sir, I come from your love,
+  That sends you fair commends, and many kisses.
+
+  _Shat._ Alass, poor soul, How does she? Is she living?
+  Keeps she her bed still?
+
+  _Lov._ Still Sir, She is living,
+  And well, and shall do so.
+
+  _Shat._ Are ye in counsel?
+
+  _Lov._ No Sir, nor any of my sex.
+
+  _Shat._ Why so,
+  If you had been in counsel, you would know,
+  Her time to be but slender; she must die.
+
+  _Lov._ I do believe it, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ And suddenly,
+  She stands too near a fortune.
+
+  _Lov._ Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ 'Tis so,
+  There is no jesting with a Princes Title,
+  Would we had both been born of common parents,
+  And liv'd a private and retir'd life,
+  In homely cottage, we had then enjoyed,
+  Our loves, and our embraces, these are things,
+  That cannot tend to Treason--
+
+  _Lov._ I am wretched.
+
+  _Shat._ O I pray as often for the King as any,
+  And with as true a heart, for's continuance,
+  And do moreover pray his heirs may live;
+  And their fair issues, then as I am bound
+  For all the states and commons: if these prayers
+  Be any wayes ambitious, I submit,
+  And lay my head down, let 'em take it off;
+  You may informe against me, but withall
+  Remember my obedience to the Crown,
+  And service to the State.
+
+  _Lov._ Good Sir, I love ye.
+
+  _Shat._ Then love the gracious King, and say with me.
+
+  _Lov._ Heaven save his Grace.
+
+  _Shat._ This is strange--
+  A woman should be sent to undermine me,
+  And buz love into me to try my spirit;
+  Offer me kisses, and enticing follies,
+  To make me open, and betray my self;
+  It was a subtile and a dangerous plot,
+  And very soundly followed, farewel Lady,
+  Let me have equal hearing, and relate
+  I am an honest Man. Heaven save the King.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Love._ I'll never leave him, till, by art or prayer,
+  I have restor'd his senses, If I make
+  Him perfect Man again, he's mine, till when,
+  I here abjure all loves of other men.                         [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Cozen, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaques._ Nay, good Sir be perswaded, go but back,
+  And tell him hee's undone, say nothing else;
+  And you shall see how things will work upon't.
+
+  _Cozen._ Not so good _Jaques_, I am held an asse,
+  A Countrey Fool, good to converse with dirt,
+  And eate course bread, weare the worst Wooll,
+  Know nothing but the high-way to _Paris_,
+  And wouldst thou have me bring these stains,
+  And imperfections to the rising view
+  Of the right worshipful thy worthy Master?
+  They must be bright, and shine, their cloaths
+  Soft Velvet, and the _Tyrian_ Purple
+  Like the _Arabian_ gums, hung like the Sun,
+  Their golden beames on all sides;
+  Such as these may come and know
+  Thy Master, I am base, and dare not speak unto him,
+  Hee's above me.
+
+  _Ja._ If ever you did love him, or his state,
+  His name, his issue, or your self, go back:
+  'Twill be an honest and a noble part
+  Worthy a Kinsman; save 300 Acres
+  From present execution; they have had sentence,
+  And cannot be repriev'd, be merciful.
+
+  _Co._ Have I not urg'd already all the reasons,
+  I had to draw him from his will? his ruin?
+  But all in vain, no counsel will prevail;
+  H'as fixt himself, there's no removing, _Jaques_,
+  'Twill prove but breath and labor spent in vain,
+  I'll to my horse, farewell.
+
+  _Ja._ For Gods sake, Sir,
+  As ever you have hope of joy, turn back;
+  I'll be your slave for ever, do but go,
+  And I will lay such fair directions to you
+  That if he be not doting on his fall,
+  He shall recover sight, and see his danger,
+  And ye shall tell him of his Wives abuses,
+  I fear, too foul against him; how she plots,
+  With our young Mounsiers, to milk-dry her husband,
+  And lay it on their backs; the next her pride;
+  Then what his debts are, and how infinite
+  The curses of his Tenants, this will work
+  I'll pawn my life and head, he cries away,
+  I'll to my house in the Countrey.
+
+  _Co._ Come, I'll go, and once more try him,
+  If he yield not, so,
+  The next that tryes him shall be want and woe.              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Gentleman, Solus._
+
+  _Gent._ _Jaques._
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir.                                                 [_Within._
+
+  _Gent._ Rise _Jaques_ 'tis grown day,
+  The Country life is best, where quietly,
+  Free from the clamor of the troubled Court,
+  We may enjoy our own green shadowed walks,
+  And keep a moderate diet without art.
+  Why did I leave my house, and bring my Wife,
+  To know the manner of this subtile place?
+  I would, when first the lust to fame and honor,
+  Possest me, I had met with any evil,
+  But that; had I been tied to stay at home,
+  And earn the bread for the whole family,
+  With my own hand, happy had I been.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, this is from your wonted course at home,
+  When did ye there keep such inordinate hours?
+  Goe to bed late? start thrice? and call on me?
+  Would you were from this place; our Countrey sleeps,
+  Although they were but of that moderate length
+  That might maintain us in our daily work,
+  Yet were they sound and sweet.
+
+  _Gent._ I _Jaques_, there we dreamt not of our Wives, we lay together;
+  And needed not; now at length my Cozens words,
+  So truly meant, mixt with thy timely prayers
+  So often urged, to keep me at my home,
+  Condemn me quite.
+
+  _Ja._ 'Twas not your fathers course:
+  He liv'd and dy'd in _Orleance_, where he had
+  His Vines as fruitful as experience
+  (Which is the art of Husbandry) could make;
+  He had his presses for 'em, and his wines
+  Were held the best, and out-sold other Mens,
+  His corn and cattel serv'd the neighbor Towns
+  With plentiful provision, yet his thrift
+  Could miss one Beast amongst the heard;
+  He rul'd more where he liv'd, than ever you will here.
+
+  _Gent._ 'Tis true, why should my Wife then, 'gainst my good,
+  Perswade me to continue in this course?
+
+  _Ja._ Why did you bring her hither at the first,
+  Before you warm'd her blood with new delights?
+  Our Countrey sports could have contented her;
+  When you first married her a puppet-play
+  Pleas'd her as well as now the tilting doth.
+  She thought her self brave in a bugle chain,
+  Where Orient pearl will scarce content her now.
+
+  _Gent._ Sure _Jaques_, she sees something for my good
+  More than I do; she oft will talk to me
+  Of Offices, and that she shortly hopes,
+  By her acquaintance with the friends she hath,
+  To get a place shall many times outweigh
+  Our great expences, and if this be so--
+
+  _Ja._ Think better of her words, she doth deceive you,
+  And only for her vain and sensual ends
+  Perswade ye thus. Let me be set to dwell
+  For ever naked in the barest soil,
+  So you will dwell from hence.
+
+  _Gent._ I see my folly,
+  Pack up my stuffe, I will away this morne.
+  Haste--haste.
+
+  _Ja._ I, now I see your Father's honors
+  Trebling upon you, and the many prayers
+  The Countrey spent for him, which almost now
+  Begun to turn to curses, turning back,
+  And falling like a [timely] shower
+  Upon ye.
+
+  _Gent._ Goe, call [up] my Wife.
+
+  _Ja._ But shall she not prevail,
+  And sway you, as she oft hath done before?
+
+  _Gent._ I will not hear her, but raile on her,
+  Till I be ten miles off.
+
+  _Ja._ If you be forty,
+  'Twill not be worse Sir:
+
+  _Gent._ Call her up.
+
+  _Ja._ I will Sir.                                             [_Exit._
+
+  _Gent._ Why what an Ass was I that such a thing
+  As a Wife is could rule me!
+  Know not I that woman was created for the man,
+  That her desires, nay all her thoughts should be
+  As his are? is my sense restor'd at length?
+  Now she shall know, that which she should desire,
+  She hath a husband that can govern her,
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  If her desires leads me against my will;
+  Are you come?
+
+  _Wife._ What sad unwonted course
+  Makes you raise me so soon, that went to bed
+  So late last-night.
+
+  _Gent._ O you shall goe to bed sooner hereafter,
+  And be rais'd again at thrifty hours:
+  In Summer time wee'l walk
+  An hour after our Supper, and to bed,
+  In Winter you shall have a set at Cards,
+  And set your Maids to work.
+
+  _Wife._ What do you mean?
+
+  _Gent._ I will no more of your new tricks, your honors,
+  Your Offices, and all your large preferments,
+  Which still you beat into my ears, hang o'er me,
+  I'll leave behind for others, the great sway
+  Which I shall bear at Court: my living here
+  With countenance of your honoured friends,
+  I'll be content to lose: for you speak this
+  Only that you may still continue here
+  In wanton ease: and draw me to consume,
+  In cloaths and other things idle for shew,
+  That which my Father got with honest thrift.
+
+  _Wife._ Why, who hath been with you Sir,
+  That you talk thus out of Frame.
+
+  _Gent._ You make a fool of me:
+  You provide one to bid me forth to supper,
+  And make me promise; then must some one or other
+  Invite you forth, if you have born your self
+  Loosely to any Gentleman in my sight
+  At home, you ask me how I like the carriage,
+  Whether it were not rarely for my good,
+  And open'd not a way to my preferment?
+  Come, I perceive all: talk not, we'll away.
+
+  _Wife._ Why Sir, you'll stay till the next triumph
+  Day be past?
+
+  _Gent._ I, you have kept me here triumphing
+  This seven years, and I have ridden through the streets,
+  And bought embroyder'd hose and foot-cloths too,
+  To shew a subjects zeal, I rode before
+  In this most gorgeous habit, and saluted
+  All the acquaintance I could espie
+  From any window, these are wayes ye told me
+  To raise me; I see all: make you ready straight,
+  And in that Gown which you came first to Town in,
+  Your safe-guard, cloak, and your hood sutable:
+  Thus on a double gelding shall you amble,
+  And my man _Jaques_ shall be set before you.
+
+  _Wife._ But will you goe?
+
+  _Gent._ I will.
+
+  _Wife._ And shall I too?
+
+  _Gent._ And you shall too.
+
+  _Wife._ But shall I by this light?
+
+  _Gent._ Why by this light you shall.
+
+  _Wife._ Then by this light
+  You have no care of your Estate, and mine.
+  Have we been seven years venturing in a Ship,
+  And now upon return, with a fair wind,
+  And a calm Sea, full fraught with our own wishes,
+  Laden with wealth and honor to the brim,
+  And shall we flye away and not receive it?
+  Have we been tilling, sowing, labouring,
+  With pain and charge a long and tedious winter,
+  And when we see the corn above the ground,
+  Youthful as is the Morn and the full eare,
+  That promises to stuffe our spacious garners,
+  Shall we then let it rot, and never reap it?
+
+  _Gent._ Wife talke no more, your Rhetorick comes too late,
+  I am inflixible; and how dare you
+  Adventure to direct my course of life?
+  Was not the husband made to rule the Wife?
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis true: but where the man doth miss his way,
+  It is the Womans part to set him right;
+  So Fathers have a power to guide their Sons
+  In all their courses, yet you oft have seen
+  Poor little children, that have both their eyes,
+  Lead their blind Fathers.
+
+  _Gen._ She has a plaguy wit,
+  I say you'r but a little piece of man.
+
+  _Wife._ But such a piece, as being tane away,
+  Man cannot last: the fairest and tallest ship,
+  That ever sail'd, is by a little piece of the same
+  Wood, steer'd right, and turn'd about.
+
+  _Gen._ 'Tis true she sayes, her answers stand with reason.
+
+  _Wife._ But Sir, your Cozin put this in your head,
+  Who is an enemy to your preferment,
+  Because I should not take place of his wife;
+  Come, by this kiss, thou shalt not go sweet heart.
+
+  _Gen._ Come, by this kiss I will go Sweet-heart,
+  On with your riding stuffe: I know your tricks,
+  And if preferment fall ere you be ready,
+  'Tis welcome, else adieu the City life.
+
+  _Wife._ Well, Sir, I will obey.
+
+  _Gent._ About it then.
+
+  _Wife._ To please your humor I would dress my self,
+  In the most loathsome habit you could name,
+  Or travel any whether o're the World,
+  If you command me, it shall ne'r be said,
+  The frailty of a woman, whose weak mind,
+  Is often set on loose delights, and shews,
+  Hath drawn her husband to consume his state,
+  In the vain hope of that which never fell.
+
+  _Gen._ About it then, women are pleasant creatures,
+  When once a man begins to know himself.
+
+  _Wife._ But hark you Sir, because I will be sure,
+  You shall have no excuse, no word to say
+  In your defence hereafter; when you see
+  What honors were prepar'd for you and me,
+  Which you thus willingly have thrown away,
+  I tell you I did look for present honor,
+  This morning for you, which I know had come:
+  But if they do not come ere I am ready
+  (Which I will be the sooner least they should)
+  When I am once set in a countrey life,
+  Not all the power of earth shall alter me,
+  Not all your prayers or threats shall make me speak
+  The least words to my honorable friends,
+  To do you any grace.
+
+  _Gent._ I will not wish it.
+
+  _Wife._ And never more hope to be honorable.
+
+  _Gent._ My hopes are lower.
+
+  _Wife._ As I live you shall not,
+  You shall be so far from the name of noble
+  That you shall never see a Lord again;
+  You shall not see a Maske, or Barriers,
+  Or Tilting, or a solemn Christning,
+  Or a great Marriage, or new Fire-works,
+  Or any bravery; but you shall live
+  At home, bespotted with your own lov'd durt,
+  In scurvy cloaths, as you were wont to doe,
+  And to content you, I will live so too.
+
+  _Gen._ Tis all I wish, make haste, the day draws on,
+  It shall be my care to see your Stuffe packt up.
+
+  _Wife._ It shall be my care to gull you: you shall stay.   [_Ex. Gen._
+  And more than so, intreat me humbly too,
+  You shall have honors presently; _Maria_.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Mar._ Madam.
+
+  _Wife._ Bring hither, pen, ink, and paper.
+
+  _Ma._ 'Tis here.
+
+  _Wife._ Your Master will not stay,
+  Unless preferment come within an hour.
+
+  _Mar._ Let him command one of the City gates,
+  In time of mutiny, or you may provide him,
+  To be one of the counsel for invading,
+  Some savage Countrey to plant Christian faith.
+
+  _Wife._ No, no, I have it for him, call my page;
+  Now, my dear husband, there it is will fit you.          [_Ex._ Maria.
+  And when the world shall see what I have done,
+  Let it not move the spleen of any Wife,
+  To make an Ass of her beloved husband,
+  Without good ground, but if they will be drawn
+  To any reason by you, do not gull them;
+  But if they grow conceited of themselves,
+  And be fine Gentlemen, have no mercy,
+  Publish them to the World, 'twill do them good
+  When they shall see their follies understood,
+  Go bear these Letters to my servant,
+  And bid him make haste, I will dress my self,
+  In all the Journey-Cloaths I us'd before,
+  Not to ride, but to make the Laughter more.                   [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Gentleman, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Gent._ Is all packt up?
+
+  _Ja._ All, all Sir, there is no tumbler
+  Runs through his hoop with more dexterity,
+  Then I about this business: 'Tis a day,
+  That I have long long'd to see.
+
+  _Gent._ Come, Where's my Spurs?
+
+  _Ja._ Here, Sir, and now 'tis come.
+
+  _Gent._ I, _Jaques_, now,
+  I thank my fates, I can command my Wife.
+
+  _Ja._ I am glad to see it, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ I do not love alwayes,
+  To be made a puppie, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Ja._ But, yet me thinks your Worship does not look,
+  Right like a Countrey Gentleman.
+
+  _Gent._ I will, give me my t'other hat.
+
+  _Ja._ Here.
+
+  _Gent._ So, my Jerkin.
+
+  _Ja._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ On with it _Jaques_, thou and I
+  Will live so finely in the Countrey, _Jaques_,
+  And have such pleasant walks into the Woods
+  A mornings, and then bring home riding-rods,
+  And walking staves--
+
+  _Ja._ And I will bear them, Sir,
+  And Skurdge-sticks for the children.
+
+  _Gent._ So thou shalt,
+  And thou shalt do all, over-see my Work-folkes,
+  And at the weeks end pay them all their wages.
+
+  _Ja._ I will, Sir, so your Worship give me Money.
+
+  _Gent._ Thou shalt receive all too: give me my Drawers.
+
+  _Ja._ They are ready, Sir.
+
+  _Gent._ And I will make thy Mistriss,
+  My wife, look to her landrie, and her dairy,
+  That we may have our linnen clean on Sundayes.
+
+  _Ja._ And Holy-dayes.
+
+  _Gent._ I, and ere we walk about the Grounds
+  Provide our break-fast,
+  Or she shall smoke, I'll have her a good huswife;
+  She shall not make a voyage to her Sisters,
+  But she shall live at home,
+  And feed her pullen fat, and see her Maides
+  In bed before her, and lock all the doors.
+
+  _Ja._ Why that will be a life for Kings and Queens.
+
+  _Gen._ Give me my Scarfe with the great Button quickly.
+
+  _Ja._ 'Tis done, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ Now my Mittens.
+
+  _Ja._ Here they are, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ 'Tis well: now my great dagger.
+
+  _Ja._ There.
+
+  _Gen._ Why so; thus it should be, now my riding rod.
+
+  _Ja._ There's nothing wanting, Sir.
+
+  _Gen._ Another, man, to stick under my girdle.
+
+  _Ja._ There it is.
+
+  _Gent._ All is well.
+
+  _Ja._ Why now methinks your Worship looks
+  Like to your self, a Man of means and credit,
+  So did your grave and famous Ancestors,
+  Ride up and down to Fairs, and cheapen cattel.
+
+  _Gent._ Goe, hasten your Mistriss, Sirra.
+
+  _Ja._ It shall be done.                                 [_Ex._ Jaques.
+
+        _Enter_ Servant _and_ Page.
+
+  _Ser._ Who's that? who's that Boy?
+
+  _Page._ I think it be my Master.
+
+  _Ser._ Who, he that walkes in gray, whisking his riding rod?
+
+  _Pag._ Yes, Sir, 'tis he.
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis he indeed; he is prepar'd
+  For his new journey; when I wink upon you,
+  Run out and tell the Gentleman 'tis time--
+  _Monsieur_ good day.
+
+  _Gen._ _Monsieur_, your Mistriss is within, but yet not ready.
+
+  _Ser._ My business is with you, Sir; 'tis reported,
+  I know not whether by some enemy
+  Maliciously, that envies your great hopes,
+  And would be ready to sow discontents
+  Betwixt his Majesty, and you, or truely,
+  Which on my faith I would be sorry for,
+  That you intend to leave the Court in haste.
+
+  _Gen._ Faith, Sir, within this half hour. _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaques within:_ Sir?
+
+  _Gent._ Is my Wife ready?
+
+  _Ja._ Presently.
+
+  _Ser._ But Sir,
+  I needs must tell you, as I am your friend,
+  You should have ta'en your journey privater,
+  For 'tis already blaz'd about the Court.
+
+  _Gen._ Why Sir, I hope it is no Treason, is it?
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis true, Sir, but 'tis grown the common talk,
+  There's no discovery else held, and in the presence
+  All the Nobility and Gentry,
+  Have nothing in their mouths but only this,
+  _Monsieur Marine_, that noble Gentleman,
+  Is now departing hence: every Mans face
+  Looks ghastly on his fellows; such a sadness
+  (Before this day) I ne'er beheld in Court,
+  Mens hearts begin to fail them when they hear it,
+  In expectation of the great event
+  That needs must follow it, pray Heaven it be good!
+
+  _Gen._ Why, I had rather all their hearts should fail,
+  Than I stay here until my purse fail me.
+
+  _Ser._ But yet you are a Subject, and beware,
+  I charge you by the love I bear to you,
+  How you do venture rashly on a course,
+  To make your Sovereign jealous of your deeds,
+  For Princes jealousies, where they love most,
+  Are easily found, but they be hardly lost.
+
+  _Gen._ Come, these are tricks, I smell 'em, I will goe.
+
+  _Ser._ Have I not still profest my self your friend?
+
+  _Gen._ Yes, but you never shewd it to me yet.
+
+  _Ser._ But now I will, because I see you wise,
+  And give ye thus much light into a business,
+  That came to me but now, be resolute,
+  Stand stifly to it that you will depart,
+  And presently.
+
+  _Gen._ Why so I mean to doe.
+
+  _Ser._ And by this light you may be what you will;
+  Will you be secret, Sir?
+
+  _Gen._ Why? What's the matter?
+
+  _Ser._ The King does fear you.
+
+  _Gent._ How?
+
+  _Ser._ And is now in Counsel;
+
+  _Gent._ About me?
+
+  _Ser._ About you, and you be wise,
+  You'll find he's in Counsel about you:
+  His Counsellors have told him all the truth.
+
+  _Gent._ What truth?
+
+  _Ser._ Why, that which now he knows too well.
+
+  _Gent._ What is't?
+
+  _Ser._ That you have followed him seven years,
+  With a great train: and though he have not grac't you,
+  Yet you have div'd into the hearts of thousands,
+  With liberality and noble carriage;
+  And if you should depart home unprefer'd,
+  All discontented, and seditious spirits
+  Would flock to you, and thrust you into action:
+  With whose help, and your Tenants, who doth not know
+  (If you were so dispos'd:)
+  How great a part of this yet fertile peaceful Realm of _France_
+  You might make desolate? but when the King
+  Heard this--
+
+  _Gent._ What said he?
+
+  _Ser._ Nothing, but shook,
+  As never Christian Prince did shake before.
+  And to be short, you may be what you will
+  But be not ambitious Sir, sit down
+  With moderate honors, least you make your self
+  More fear'd.
+
+  _Gent._ I know, Sir, what I have to doe
+  In mine own business.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ Where's _Monsieur Mount Marine_?
+
+  _Ser._ Why there he stands, will you ought with him?
+
+  _Long._ Yes: Good day _Monsieur Marine_.
+
+  _Gent._ Good day to you.
+
+  _Long._ His Majesty doth commend himself,
+  Most kindly to you Sir, and hath, by me,
+  Sent you this favor: kneel down, rise a Knight.
+
+  _Gent._ I thank his Majesty.
+
+  _Long._ And he doth further request you,
+  Not to leave the Court so soon,
+  For though your former merits have been slighted,
+  After this time there shall no Office fall;
+  Worthy your spirit, as he doth confess
+  There's none so great, but you shall surely have it.
+
+  _Ser._ Do you hear? if you yield yet you are an ass.
+
+  _Gent._ I'll shew my service to his Majesty
+  In greater things than these, but for this small one
+  I must intreat his Highness to excuse me.
+
+  _Long._ I'll bear your Knightly words unto the King,
+  And bring his Princely answer back again.                [_Exit_ Long.
+
+  _Ser._ Well said, be resolute a while, I know
+  There is a tide of honors coming on.
+  I warrant you.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Where is this new made Knight?
+
+  _Gent._ Here, Sir.
+
+  _Bew._ Let me enfold you in my arms,
+  Then call you Lord, the King will have it so,
+  Who doth entreat your Lordship to remember
+  His Message sent to you by _Longavile_.
+
+  _Ser._ If ye be durty, and dare not mount aloft;
+  You may yield now, I know what I would do.
+
+  _Gent._ Peace, I will fit him; tell his Majesty
+  I am a Subject, and I do confess
+  I serve a gracious Prince, that thus hath heapt
+  Honors on me without desert, but yet
+  As for the Message, business urgeth me,
+  I must be gone, and he must pardon me,
+  Were he ten thousand Kings and Emperors.
+
+  _Bew._ I'll tell him so.
+
+  _Ser._ Why, this was like your self.
+
+  _Bew._ As he hath wrought him, 'tis the finest fellow
+  That e're was Christmas Lord, he carries it
+  So truely to the life, as though he were
+  One of the plot to gull himself.                         [_Exit_ Bewf.
+
+  _Ser._ Why so, you sent the wisest and the shrewdest answer
+  Unto the King, I swear, my honored friend,
+  That ever any Subject sent his Liege.
+
+  _Gent._ Nay now I know I have him on the hip,
+  I'll follow it.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ My honorable Lord,
+  Give me your noble hand right courteous Peer,
+  And from henceforth be a courtly Earl;
+  The King so wills, and Subjects must obey:
+  Only he doth desire you to consider
+  Of his request.
+
+  _Ser._ Why faith you'r well my Lord, yield to him.
+
+  _Gent._ Yield? why 'twas my plot.
+
+  _Ser._ Nay, 'twas your Wives plot.
+
+  _Gent._ To get preferment by it,
+  And thinks he now to pop me i'th' mouth
+  But with an Earldome? I'll be one step higher.
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis the finest Lord, I am afraid anon
+  He will stand upon't to share the Kingdom with him.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Where's this Courtly Earl?
+  His Majesty commends his love unto you;
+  And will you but now grant to his request,
+  He bids you be a Duke, and chuse of whence.
+
+  _Ser._ Why if you yield not now, you are undone,
+  What can you wish to have more, but the Kingdom?
+
+  _Gent._ So please his Majesty, I would be D. of _Burgundy_,
+  Because I like the place.
+
+  _Bew._ I know the King is pleas'd.
+
+  _Gent._ Then will I stay and kiss his Highness hand.
+
+  _Bew._ His Majesty will be a glad man when he hears it.
+
+  _Lon._ But how shall we keep this from the world's ear,
+  That some one tell him not, he is no Duke?
+
+  _Ser._ Wee'l think of that anon.
+  Why Gentlemen, Is this a gracious habit for a Duke?
+  Each gentle body set a finger to
+  To pluck the clouds of this his riding weeds
+  From off the orient Sun of his best cloaths;
+  I'll pluck one Boot and spur off.
+
+  _Long._ I another.
+
+  _Bew._ I'll pluck his Jerkin off.
+
+  _Ser._ Sit down my Lord;
+  Both his spurs off at once good _Longavile_,
+  And _Bewford_, take that Scarfe off, and that Hat,
+  Doth not become his largely sprouting fore-head.
+  Now set your gracious foot to this of mine,
+  One pluck will do it, so, off with the other.
+
+  _Lon._ Loe, thus your servant _Longavile_ doth pluck
+  The trophy of your former gentry off.
+  Off with his Jerkin _Bewford._
+
+  _Ser._ Didst thou never see
+  A nimble footed Taylor stand so in his stockings,
+  Whilst some friend help'd to pluck his Jerkin off,
+  To dance a Jigg?
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Lon._ Here's his man _Jaques_ come,
+  Booted and ready still.
+
+  _Jaq._ My Mistriss stayes;
+  Why how now Sir? What do's your Worship mean,
+  To pluck your grave and thrifty habit off.
+
+  _Gent._ My slippers, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Lon._ O thou mighty Duke,
+  Pardon this Man,
+  That thus hath trespassed in ignorance.
+
+  _Gent._ I pardon him.
+
+  _Lon._ His Graces slippers, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Ja._ Why what's the matter?
+
+  _Lon._ Foot-man, he's a Duke:
+  The King hath rais'd him above all his Land.
+
+  _Ja._ I'll to his Cozen presently, and tell him so;
+  O what a dung-hill Countrey rogue was I.               [_Exit_ Jaques.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife.
+
+  _Ser._ See, see, my Mistriss.
+
+  _Lon._ Let's observe their greeting.
+
+  _Wife._ Unto your will, as every good Wife ought,
+  I have turn'd all my thoughts, and now am ready.
+
+  _Gent._ O Wife, I am not worthy to kiss the least
+  Of all thy toes, much less thy Thumb,
+  Which yet I would be bold with; all thy counsel
+  Hath been to me Angelical, but mine to thee
+  Hath been most dirty, like my mind:
+  Dear Duchess I must stay.
+
+  _Wife._ What are you mad, to make me
+  Dress, and undress, turn and wind me,
+  Because you find me plyant? said I not
+  The whole world should not alter me, if once
+  I were resolv'd? and now you call me Duchess:
+  Why what's the matter?
+
+  _Gent._ Loe a Knight doth kneel.
+
+  _Wife._ A Knight?
+
+  _Gent._ A Lord.
+
+  _Wife._ A Fool.
+
+  _Gent._ I say doth kneel an Earl, a Duke.
+
+  _Long._ In Drawers.
+
+  _Bew._ Without shoes.
+
+  _Wife._ Sure you [are] lunatick.
+
+  _Ser._ No, honoured Duchess,
+  If you dare but believe your servants truth,
+  I know he is a Duke.
+
+  _Long._ God save his Grace.
+
+  _Wife._ I ask your Graces pardon.
+
+  _Gent._ Then I rise,
+  And here, in token that all strife shall end,
+  'Twixt thee and me, I let my drawers fall,
+  And to thy hands I do deliver them:
+  Which signifies, that in all acts and speeches,
+  From this time forth, my Wife shall wear the breeches.
+
+  _Ser._ An honorable composition.                      [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Cozen, _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Coz._ Shall I believe thee, _Jaques_?
+
+  _Ja._ Sir you may.
+
+  _Coz._ Didst thou not dreame?
+
+  _Ja._ I did not.
+
+  _Coz._ Nor imagine?
+
+  _Ja._ Neither of both: I saw him great and mighty,
+  I saw the _Monsieurs_ bow, and heard them cry,
+  Good health and fortune to my Lord the Duke.
+
+  _Coz._ A Duke art sure? a Duke?
+
+  _Ja._ I am sure a Duke,
+  And so sure, as I know my self for _Jaques_.
+
+  _Coz._ Yet the Sun may dazel; _Jaques_, Was it not
+  Some leane Commander of an angry Block-house
+  To keep the Fleemish Eele-boats from invasion,
+  Or some bold Baron able to dispend
+  His fifty pounds a year, and meet the foe
+  Upon the Kings command, in gilded canvas,
+  And do his deeds of worth? or was it not
+  Some place of gain, as Clerk to the great Band
+  Of maribones, that people call the _Switzers_?
+  Men made of Beufe, and Sarcenet?
+
+  _Ja._ Is a Duke his chamber hung with Nobles like a presence?
+
+  _Coz._ I am something wavering in my faith;
+  Would you would settle me, and swear 'tis so,
+  Is he a Duke indeed?
+
+  _Ja._ I swear he is.
+
+  _Coz._ I am satisfied, he is my Kinsman. _Jaques_,
+  And I his poor unworthy Cozen.
+
+  _Ja._ True, Sir.
+
+  _Coz._ I might have been a Duke too, I had means,
+  A wife as fair as his, and as wise as his;
+  And could have brookt the Court as well as his,
+  And laid about her for her husbands honor:
+  O _Jaques_, had I ever dreamt of this,
+  I had prevented him.
+
+  _Ja._ Faith Sir it came
+  Above our expectation, we were wise
+  Only in seeking to undoe this honor,
+  Which shewed our dung-hill breeding and our durt.
+
+  _Coz._ But tell me _Jaques_,
+  Why could we not perceive? what dull Divel
+  Wrought us to cross this noble course, perswading
+  'Twould be his overthrow? 'fore me a Courtier
+  Is he that knows all, _Jaques_, and does all,
+  'Tis as his noble Grace hath often said,
+  And very wisely, _Jaques_, we are fools,
+  And understand just nothing.
+
+  _Ja._ I, as we were, I confess it.
+  But rising with our great Master,
+  We shall be call'd to knowledge with our places,
+  'Tis nothing to be wise, not thus much there,
+  There's not the least of the billet dealers,
+  Nor any of the Pastry, or the Kitchin,
+  But have it in measure delicate.
+
+  _Coz._ Methinks this greatness of the Dukes my Cozens,
+  (I ask you mercy, _Jaques_, that near name
+  Is too familiar for me) should give promise
+  Of some great benefits to his attendants.
+
+  _Ja._ I have a suit my self, and it is sure,
+  Or I mistake my ends much.
+
+  _Coz._ What is't _Jaques_,
+  May I not crave the place?
+
+  _Ja._ Yes, Sir, you shall,
+  'Tis to be but his Graces Secretary,
+  Which is my little all, and my ambition,
+  Till my known worth shall take me by the hand,
+  And set me higher; how the fates may do
+  In this poor thread of life, is yet uncertain;
+  I was not born I take it for a Trencher,
+  Nor to espouse my Mistriss Dairy-maid.
+
+  _Couz._ I am resolv'd my Wife shall up to Court;
+  I'll furnish her, that is a speeding course,
+  And cannot chuse but breed a mighty fortune;
+  What a fine youth was I, to let him start,
+  And get the rise before me! I'll dispatch,
+  And put my self in Moneys.
+
+  _Ja._ Mass 'tis true,
+  And now you talke of Money; Sir, my business
+  For taking those Crowns must be dispatcht:
+  This little plot in the Countrey lies most fit
+  To do his Grace such serviceable uses,
+  I must about it.
+
+  _Couz._ Yet, before you goe,
+  Give me your hand, and bear my humble service
+  To the great Duke your Master, and his Duchess,
+  And live your self in favor: say my Wife
+  Shall there attend them shortly, so farewell.
+
+  _Ja._ I'll see you mounted, Sir.
+
+  _Couz._ It may not be,
+  Your place is far above it, spare your self,
+  And know I am your servant, fare ye well.              [_Exit Couzen._
+
+  _Ja._ Sir I shall rest to be commanded by you,
+  This place of Secretary will not content me,
+  I must be more and greater: let me see;
+  To be a Baron is no such great matter
+  As people take it: for say I were a Count,
+  I am still an under-person to this Duke,
+  Which methinks sounds but harshly: but a Duke?
+  O I am strangely taken, 'tis a Duke
+  Or nothing, I'll advise upon't, and see
+  What may be done by wit and industry.                         [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Wife, Longoveil, Bewford, Servants.
+
+  _Wife._ It must be carried closely with a care
+  That no man speak unto him, or come near him,
+  Without our private knowledge, or be made
+  Afore-hand to our practice:
+  My good husband,
+  I shall entreat you now to stay a while,
+  And prove a noble coxcomb.
+  Gentlemen,
+  Your counsel and advice about this carriage.
+
+  _Ser._ Alas good man, I do begin to mourn
+  His dire Massacre: what a persecution
+  Is pouring down upon him! sure he is sinful.
+
+  _Long._ Let him be kept in's chamber under shew
+  Of state and dignity, and no man suffer'd
+  To see his noble face, or have access,
+  But we that are Conspirators.
+
+  _Bew._ Or else down with him into the Countrey amongst his Tenants,
+  There he may live far longer in his greatness,
+  And play the fool in pomp amongst his fellows.
+
+  _Wife._ No, he shall play the fool in the City, and stay,
+  I will not lose the greatness of this jest,
+  That shall be given to my wit, for the whole Revenues.
+
+  _Ser._ Then thus wee'll have a guard about his person,
+  That no man come too near him, and our selves
+  Alwayes in company; have him into the City
+  To see his face swell; whilst, in divers corners,
+  Some of our own appointing shall be ready
+  To cry heaven bless your Grace, long live your Grace.
+
+  _Wife._ Servant, your counsel's excellent good,
+  And shall be follow'd, 'twill be rarely strange
+  To see him stated thus, as though he went
+  A shroving through the City, or intended
+  To set up some new [stake]:
+  I shall not hold
+  From open laughter, when I hear him cry,
+  Come hither my sweet Duchess: let me kiss
+  Thy gracious lips: for this will be his phrases?
+  I fear me nothing but his legs will break
+  Under his mighty weight of such a greatness.
+
+  _Bew._ Now me thinks dearest Lady you are too cruel;
+  His very heart will freeze in knowing this.
+
+  _Wife._ No, no, the man was never of such deepness,
+  To make conceit his Master: Sir, I'll assure ye
+  He will out-live twenty such pageants.
+  Were he but my Cozen, or my Brother,
+  And such a desperate killer of his fortune,
+  In this belief he should dye, though it cost me
+  A thousand Crowns a day to hold it up;
+  Or were I not known his wife, and so to have
+  An equal feeling of this ill he suffers,
+  He should be thus till all the Boyes i'th' Town
+  Made sute to weare his badges in their hats,
+  And walk before his Grace with sticks and nose-gayes,
+  We Married Women hold--
+
+  _Ser._ 'Tis well, no more.
+  The Duke is entring, set you[r] faces right,
+  And bow like Countrey Prologues: here he comes.
+  Make room afore, the Duke is entring.
+
+        _Enter Duke._
+
+  _Long._ The choisest fortunes wait upon our Duke.
+
+  _Ser._ And give him all content and happiness.
+
+  _Bew._ Let his great name live to the end of time.
+
+  _Duke._ We thank you, and are pleas'd to give you notice
+  We shall at fitter times wait on your Loves,
+  Till when, be near Us.
+
+  _Longv._ 'Tis a valiant purge, and works extreamly;
+  'Thas delivered him
+  Of all Right worshipful and gentle humors,
+  And left his belly full of nobleness.
+
+  _Du._ It pleased the King my Master,
+  For sundry vertues not unknown to him,
+  And the all-seeing state, to lend his hand,
+  And raise me to this Eminence, how this
+  May seem to other Men, or stir the minds
+  Of such as are my fellow Peers, I know not,
+  I would desire their loves in just designs.
+
+  _Wife._ Now by my faith he does well, very well:
+  Beshrew my heart I have not seen a better,
+  Of a raw fellow, that before this day
+  Never rehearst his state: 'tis marvellous well.
+
+  _Ser._ Is he not Duke indeed, see how he looks
+  As if his spirit were a last, or two
+  Above his veins, and stretcht his noble hide.
+
+  _Long._ Hee's high-brac't like a Drum, pray God he break not.
+
+  _Bew._ Why let him break, there's but a Calves-skin lost.
+
+  _Long._ May it please your Grace to see the City,
+  'Twill be to the minds and much contentment
+  Of the doubtful people.
+
+  _Du._ I am determin'd so, till my return
+  I leave my honour'd Dutchess to her chamber.
+  Be careful of your health, I pray you be so.
+
+  _Ser._ Your Grace shall suffer us your humble servants
+  To give attendance, fit so great a person
+  Upon your body.
+
+  _Du._ I am pleased so.
+
+  _Long._ Away good _Bewford_, raise a guard sufficient
+  To keep him from the reach of Tongues, be quick;
+  And do you hear, remember how the streets
+  Must be dispos'd with, for cries, and salutations.
+  Your Grace determines not to see the King--
+
+  _Du._ Not yet, I shall be ready ten dayes hence
+  To kiss his Highness hand, and give him thanks,
+  As it is fit I should for his great bounty.
+  Set forward Gentlemen.
+
+  _Groom._ Room for the Duke there.            [_Exeunt Duke and Train._
+
+  _Wife._ 'Tis fit he should have room to shew his mightiness,
+  He swells so with his poyson,
+  'Tis better to reclaim ye thus, than make
+  A sheeps-head of you, It had been but your due;
+  But I have mercy Sir, and mean to reclaim you
+  By a directer course.
+  That Woman is not worthy of a Soul
+  That has the sovereign power to rule her husband,
+  And gives her title up, so long provided
+  As there be fair play, and his state not wrong'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ I would be glad to know whence this new Duke springs,
+  The people buz abroad; or by what title
+  He receiv'd his dignity, 'tis very strange
+  There should be such close jugling in the State,
+  But I am ty'd to silence, yet a day
+  May come, and soon to perfect all these doubts.
+
+  _Wife._ It is the mad _Shattillion_ by my Soul,
+  I suffer much for this poor Gentleman;
+  I'll speak to him, may be he yet knows me.
+  _Monsieur Shattilion._
+
+  _Shat._ Can you give me reason from whence
+  This great Duke sprang that walks abroad?
+
+  _Wife._ Even from the King himself.
+
+  _Shot._ As you are a Woman, I think you may be cover'd?
+  Yet your prayer would do no harm good Woman.
+
+  _Wife._ God preserve him.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillions _Love_.
+
+  _Shat._ I say Amen, and so say all good Subjects.
+
+  _Love._ Lady, as ever you have lov'd, or shall,
+  As you have hope of heaven lend your hand,
+  And wit, to draw this poor distracted man
+  Under your roofe, from the broad eyes of people,
+  And wonder of the streets.
+
+  _Wife._ With all my heart;
+  My feeling of his grief and loss is much.
+
+  _Love._ Sir, now you are come so near the prison, will ye
+  Goe in, and visit your fair Love: poor soul
+  She would be glad to see you.
+
+  _Shat._ This same Duke is but
+  Apocryphal, there's no creation
+  That can stand where titles are not right.
+
+  _Lov._ 'Tis true, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ That is another draught upon my life;
+  Let me examine well the words I spake.
+  The words I spake were, that this novel Duke
+  Is not o'th' true making, 'tis to me most certain.
+
+  _Wife._ You are as right, Sir, as you went by line.
+
+  _Shat._ And to the grief of many thousands more.
+
+  _Wife._ If there be any such, God comfort them.
+
+  _Shat._ Whose mouths may open when the time shall please;
+  I'm betray'd, commend me to the King,
+  And tell him I am sound, and crave but justice;
+  You shall not need to have your guard upon me,
+  Which I am sure are plac'd for my attachment;
+  Lead on; I'm obedient to my bonds.
+
+  _Lov._ Good Sir be not displeased with us;
+  We are but servants to his Highness will,
+  To make that good.
+
+  _Shat._ I do forgive you even with my heart;
+  Shall I entreat a favor?
+
+  _Wife._ Any thing.
+
+  _Shat._ To see my love before that fatal stroak,
+  And publish to the world my christian death,
+  And true obedience to the Crown of _France_.
+
+  _Lov._ I hope it shall not need Sir, for there is mercy
+  As well as Justice in his Royal heart.                      [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter three Gentlemen._
+
+  _1 Gent._ Every man take his corner, here am I,
+  You there, and you in that place, so be perfect,
+  Have a great care your cries be loud; and faces
+  Full of dejected fear and humbleness.
+  He comes.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques.
+
+  _Ja._ Fye, how these streets are charg'd and swell'd
+  With these same rascally people! give more room,
+  Or I shall have occasion to distribute
+  A martial almes amongst you; as I am a Gentleman
+  I have not seen such rude disorder,
+  They follow him like a prize, there's no true gaper
+  Like to your Citizen, he will be sure
+  The Beares shall not pass by his door in peace,
+  But he and all his family will follow.
+  Room there afore: Sound:
+
+        _Enter Duke and his company._
+
+  _Ja._ Give room, and keep your places,
+  you may see enough; keep your places.
+
+  _Long._ These people are too far unmanner'd, thus
+  To stop your Graces way with multitudes.
+
+  _Du._ Rebuke them not, good _Monsieur_, 'tis their loves
+  Which I will answer, if it please my stars
+  To spare me life and health.
+
+  _2 Gen._ Bless your Grace.
+
+  _Du._ And you with all my heart.
+
+  _1 Gen._ Now heaven preserve your happy dayes:
+
+  _Du._ I thank you too.
+
+  _3. Gen._ Now Heaven save your Grace;
+
+  _Du._ I thank you all.
+
+  _Bew._ On there before.
+
+  _Du._ Stand Gentlemen, stay yet a while.
+  For I am minded to impart my love
+  To these good people, and my friends,
+  Whose love and prayers for my greatness,
+  Are equal in abundance, note me well,
+  And with my words; my heart? for as the Tree--
+
+  _Long._ Your Grace had best beware, 'twill be inform'd
+  Your greatness with the people.
+
+  _Duke._ I had more,
+  My honest, and ingenious people.--But
+  The weight of business hath prevented me.
+  I am call'd from you: but this tree I spake of
+  Shall bring forth fruit, I hope, to your content,
+  And so I share my bowels amongst you all.
+
+  _Omnes._ A noble Duke, a very noble Duke.
+
+        _Enter a Gentleman._
+
+  _Ser._ Afore there Gentlemen.
+
+  _Gen._ You'r faithfully met good _Monsieur Mount Marine_.
+
+  _Ser._ Be advis'd, the time is alter'd.
+
+  _Gen._ Is he not the same man he was afore?
+
+  _Duke._ Still the same man to you, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ You have received mighty Grace, be thankful.
+
+  _Gen._ Let me not dye in ignorance;
+
+  _Long._ You shall not.
+  Then know, the King out of his love, hath pleas'd
+  To stile him Duke of _Burgundy_.
+
+  _Gen._ O great Duke,
+  Thus low, I plead for pardon, and desire
+  To be enrol'd amongst your poorest slaves.
+
+  _Du._ Sir, you have mercy, and withal my hand,
+  From henceforth let me call you one of mine.
+
+  _Ser._ Make room afore there, and dismiss the people.
+
+  _Du._ Every Man to his house in peace and quiet.
+
+  _Peop._ Now heaven preserve the Duke, heaven bless the Duke.
+                                                        [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Wife._ This Letter came this morn from my Cosin
+  To the great Lady, high and mighty Duchess
+  Of _Burgundy_, be these delivered. Oh,
+  For a stronger lace to keep my breath
+  That I may laugh the nine days till the wonder
+  Fall to an ebb: the high and mighty Duchess?
+  The high and mighty God? what a stile is this!
+  Methinks it goes like a Duchy lope-man,
+  A ladder of 100 rounds will fail
+  To reach the top on't: well my gentle Cosin
+  I know by these contents, your itch of honor;
+  You must to the Court you say, and very shortly:
+  You shall be welcome; and if your wife have wit
+  I'll put her in a thriving course, if not
+  Her own sin on her own head, not a blot
+  Shall stain my reputation, only this
+  I must for healths sake sometimes make an ass
+  Of the tame moil my Husband; 'twill do him good,
+  And give him fresher brains, Me fresher bloud.
+  Now for the noble Duke, I hear him coming.
+
+        _Enter Duke, his train._
+
+  Your Grace is well return'd.
+
+  _Duke._ As well as may be:
+  Never in younger health, never more able:
+  I mean to be your bed-fellow this night,
+  Let me have good encounter.
+
+  _Bew._ Bless me heaven
+  What a hot meat this greatness is!
+
+  _Long._ It may be so,
+  For I'll be sworn he hath not got a snap
+  This two months on my knowledge, or her woman
+  Is damn'd for swearing it.
+
+  _Duke._ I thank you Gentlemen for your attendance
+  And also your great pains, pray know my Lodgings
+  Better and oftner, do so Gentlemen.
+  Now by my honor, as I am a Prince,
+  I speak sincerely, know my lodgings better,
+  And be not strangers, I shall see your service
+  And your deservings, when you least expect.
+
+  _Om._ We humbly thank your grace for this great favor.
+
+  _Du._ _Jaques?_
+
+  _Jaq._ Your Grace.
+
+  _Du._ Be ready for the Countrey,
+  And let my Tenants know the Kings great love:
+  Say I would see them, but the weight at Court
+  Lies heavy on my shoulders: let them know
+  I do expect their duties in attendance
+  Against the next feast, wait for my coming
+  To take up Post-horse, and be full of speed.              [_Exit_ Jaq.
+
+  _Wife._ I would desire your Grace--
+
+  _Du._ You shall desire, and have your
+  Full desire: sweet Duchess speak.
+
+  _Wife._ To have some conference with a Gentleman
+  That seems not altogether void of reason.
+  He talks of Titles, and things near the Crown,
+  And knowing none so fit as your [good] Grace,
+  To give the difference in such points of State--
+
+  _Du._ What is he? if he be noble, or have any part
+  That's worthy our converse, we do accept him.
+
+  _Wife._ I can assure your Grace, his strain is noble,
+  But he's very subtle.
+
+  _Duke._ Let him be so.
+  Let him have all the brains, I shall demonstrate
+  How this most Christian Crown of _France_ can bear
+  No other shew of Title than the Kings.
+  I will go in and meditate for half an hour,
+  And then be ready for him presently,
+  I will convert him quickly, or confound him.
+
+  _Serv._ Is mad _Shattillion_ here?
+
+  _Wife._ Is here, and's Lady,
+  I prethee servant fetch him hither.
+
+  _Serv._ Why, what do you mean to put him to?
+
+  _Wife._ To chat with the mad lad my Husband;
+  'Twill be brave to hear them speak, babble,
+  Stare, and prate.
+
+  _Bew._ But what shall be the end of all this, Lady?
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion _and Lady_.
+
+  _Wife._ Leave that to me, now for the grand dispute,
+  For see, here comes _Shattillion_: as I live, methinks
+  All _France_ should bear part of his griefs.
+
+  _Long._ I'll fetch my Lord the Duke.
+
+  _Shat._ Where am I now, or whether will you lead me?
+  To my death? I crave my priviledge,
+  I must not dye, but by just course of Law.
+
+  _Serv._ His Majesty hath sent by me your pardon,
+  He meant not you should dye; but would intreat you
+  To lay the full state of your Title open,
+  Unto a grave and Noble Gentleman.
+
+        _Enter_ Duke _and_ Longovile.
+
+  The Duke of _Burgundy_ who here doth come,
+  Who, either by his wisdom will confute you,
+  Or else inform and satisfie the King.
+
+  _Bew._ May't please your grace, this is the Gentleman.
+
+  _Duke._ Is this he that chops Logick with my Liege?
+
+  _Shat._ D'ye mock me? you are great, the time will come,
+  When you shall be as much contemn'd as I,
+  Where are the antient compliments of _France_,
+  The upstarts brave the Princes of the bloud?
+
+  _Duke._ Your Title Sir, in short.
+
+  _Shat._ He must Sir,
+  Be a better States-man than your self, that can
+  Trip me in any thing, I will not speak
+  Before these witnesses.
+
+  _Duke._ Depart the room, for none shall stay,
+  No, not my dearest Duchess.
+
+  _Wife._ We'll stand behind the Arras and hear all.          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Duke._ In that chair take your place, I in this,
+  Discourse your Title now.
+
+  _Shat._ Sir, you shall know,
+  My Loves true Title, mine by Marriage,
+  Setting aside the first race of _French_ Kings,
+  Which will not here concern us, as _Pharamond_,
+  With _Clodian_, _Meroveus_, and _Chilperick_,
+  And to come down unto the second Race,
+  Which we will likewise slip--
+
+  _Duke._ But take me with you.
+
+  _Shat._ I pray you give me leave, of _Martel Charles_,
+  The Father of King _Pippin_, who was, Sire
+  To _Charles_ the Great, and famous _Charlemain_.
+  And to come to the third Race of _French_ Kings,
+  Which will not be greatly pertinent in this cause,
+  Betwixt the King and me, of which you know
+  _HUGH CAPET_ was the first,
+  Next his Son _Robert_, _Henry_ then, and _Philip_
+  With _Lewis_, and his Son a _Lewis_ too,
+  And of that name the Seventh, but all this
+  Springs from a Female, as it shall appear.
+
+  _Duke._ Now give me leave, I grant you this your Title
+  At the first sight, carries some shew of truth;
+  But if ye weigh it well, ye shall find light.
+  Is not his Majesty possest in peace,
+  And justice executed in his name,
+  And can you think the most Christian King
+  Would do this if he saw not reason for it?
+
+  _Shat._ But had not the Tenth _Lewis_ a sole Daughter?
+
+  _Duke._ I cannot tell.
+
+  _Shat._ But answer me directly.
+
+  _Duke._ It is a most seditious question.
+
+  _Shat._ Is this your justice?
+
+  _Duke._ I stand for my King.
+
+  _Shat._ Was ever Heir-apparant thus abus'd?
+  I'll have your head for this.
+
+  _Duke._ Why, do your worst.
+
+  _Shat._ Will no one stir to apprehend this Traitor?
+  A guard about my person, will none come?
+  Must my own royal hands perform the deed?
+  Then thus I do arrest you.
+
+  _Duke._ Treason, help.
+
+        _Enter Wife_, Long. Bew. _and Serv._
+
+  _Wife._ Help, help, my Lord and Husband.
+
+  _Duke._ Help the Duke.
+
+  _Long._ Forbear his grace's person.
+
+  _Shat._ Forbear you to touch him that
+  Your Heir-apparent weds,
+  But by this hand, I will have all your heads.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Serv._ How doth your Grace?
+
+  _Duke._ Why? well.
+
+  _Serv._ How do you find his Title?
+
+  _Duke._ 'Tis a dangerous one,
+  As can come by a female.
+
+  _Serv._ I, 'tis true,
+  But the Law _Salique_ cuts him off from all.
+
+  _Long._ I do beseech your Grace, how stands his Title?
+
+  _Duke._ Pew, nothing; the Law _Salique_ cuts him off from all.
+
+  _Wife._ My gracious Husband, you must now prepare,
+  In all your Graces pomp to entertain
+  Your Cosin, who is now a convertite,
+  And follows here, this night he will be here.
+
+  _Duke._ Be ready all in haste, I do intend,
+  To shew before my Cosin's wondring face,
+  The greatness of my pomp, and of my place.            [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Cosin and his Wife._
+
+  _Cos._ Sirrah, is all things carried to the Tailor?
+  The measure, and the fashion of the Gown,
+  With the best trim?
+
+  _Man._ Yes Sir, and 'twill be ready within this two days.
+
+  _Cos._ For my self I care not,
+  I have a suit or two of antient Velvet;
+  Which with some small correcting and addition,
+  May steal into the presence.
+
+  _Wife._ Would my Gown were ready; Husband, I'll lay my life,
+  To make you something e'r to morrow night.
+
+  _Cos._ It must not be
+  Before we see the Duke, and have advice,
+  How to behave our selves: lets in the while,
+  And keep our selves from knowledge, till time shall call us.
+
+        _Enter_ Long. _and_ Bew.
+
+  _Long._ I much admire the fierce _masculine_ spirit,
+  Of this dread _Amazon_.
+
+  _Bew._ This following night I'll have a wench in solace.
+
+  _Long._ Sir, I hear you,
+  And will be with you if I live, no more.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Ma._ My Lady would intreat your presence, Gentlemen.
+
+  _Bew._ We will obey your Lady, she is worthy.
+
+  _Long._ You, light alone, a word, or two.
+
+  _Ma._ Your Will, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ Hark in your ear; wilt thou be married? speak, wilt thou
+          marry?
+
+  _Ma._ Married? to whom Sir?
+
+  _Long._ To a proper fellow, landed, and able bodied.
+
+  _Ma._ Why do you flout me, Sir?
+
+  _Long._ I swear I do not; I love thee for thy Ladies sake, be free?
+
+  _Ma._ If I could meet such matches as you speak of,
+  I were a very child to lose my time, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ What saist thou to Monsieur _Bewford_?
+
+  _Ma._ Sir, I say he's a proper Gentleman, and far
+  Above my means to look at.
+
+  _Long._ Dost thou like him?
+
+  _Ma._ Yes Sir, and ever did.
+
+  _Long._ He is thine own.
+
+  _Ma._ You are too great in promises.
+
+  _Long._ Be rul'd, and follow my advice, he shall be thine.
+
+  _Ma._ Would you would make it good, Sir.
+
+  _Long._ Do but thus,
+  Get thee a cushion underneath thy cloaths,
+  And leave the rest to me.
+
+  _Ma._ I'll be your scholar,
+  I cannot lose much by the venture sure.
+
+  _Long._ Thou wilt lose a pretty maidenhead, my rogue,
+  Or I am much o'th' bow hand, you'll remember
+  If all this take effect, who did it for you,
+  And what I may deserve for such a kindness.
+
+  _Ma._ Yours Sir.                                            [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _and_ Shattillion _severally_.
+
+  _Jaq._ Save ye Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Save the King.
+
+  _Jaq._ I pray you Sir, which is the nearest way.
+
+  _Shat._ Save the King, this is the nearest way.
+
+  _Jaq._ Which is the nearest way to the Post-house?
+
+  _Shat._ God save the King and his Post-house.
+
+  _Jaq._ I pray Sir direct me to the house.
+
+  _Shat._ Heaven save the King, you cannot catch me, Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do not understand you, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ You do not, I say you cannot catch me, Sir.
+
+  _Jaq._ Not catch you, Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ No Sir, nor can the King,
+  With all his stratagems, and his forced tricks,
+  Although he put his Nobles in disguise;
+  Never so oft to sift into my words,
+  By course of Law, lay hold upon my life.
+
+  _Jaq._ It is business that my Lord the Duke
+  Is by the King imployed in, and he thinks
+  I am acquainted with it.
+
+  _Shat._ I shall not need to rip the cause up,
+  From the first, to you,
+  But if his Majesty had suffer'd me
+  To marry her, though she be after him,
+  The right heir general to the Crown of _France_.
+  I would not have convey'd her into _Spain_,
+  As it was thought, nor would I e'er have joyn'd,
+  With the reformed Churches, to make them,
+  Stand for my cause.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do not think you would.
+
+  _Shat._ I thank you Sir,
+  And since I see you are a favourer
+  Of virtues, kept in bondage;
+  Tell directly to my soveraign King,
+  For so I will acknowledge him for ever,
+  How you have found my staid affections
+  Setled for peace, and for the present state.
+
+  _Jaq._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Shat._ And good Sir, tell him further this,
+  That notwithstanding all suggestions
+  Brought to him against me, and all his suspitions,
+  Which are innumerable to my treasons,
+  If he will warrant me but publique trial,
+  I'll freely yeild my self into his hands;
+  Can he have more than this?
+
+  _Jaq._ No by my troth.
+
+  _Shat._ I would his Majesty would hear but reason,
+  As well as you.
+
+  _Jaq._ But Sir, you do mistake me,
+  For I never saw the King.
+  In all my life but once, therefore good Sir,
+  May it please you to shew me which is the Post-house.
+
+  _Sha._ I cry you mercy, Sir, then you are my friend.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ And such men are very rare with me,
+  The Post-house is hard by, farewel;
+
+  _Jaq._ I thank you, Sir, I must ride hard to night,
+  And it is dark already.
+
+  _Sha._ I am cruel, to send this man directly to his death
+  That is my friend, and I might easily save him,
+  He shall not dye, come back, my friend, come back.
+
+  _Jaq._ What is your Will?
+
+  _Sha._ Do you not know?
+
+  _Jaq._ Not I.
+
+  _Sha._ And do you gather nothing by my face?
+
+  _Jaq._ No Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Virtue is ever innocent,
+  Lay not the fault on me, I grieve for you,
+  And wish that all my tears might win your safety.
+
+  _Jaq._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Sha._ Alas good friend you are undone,
+  The more ill fortune, mine to be the means
+  Of your sad overthrow, you know not me.
+
+  _Jaq._ No truly Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Would you had never seen me,
+  I am a man pursu'd by the whole state
+  And sure some one hath seen me talk with you.
+
+  _Jaq._ Yes, divers Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ Why then your head is gone.
+
+  _Jaq._ I'll out of town.
+
+  _Sha._ Would it were soon enough,
+  Stay if you love your life, or else you are taken.
+
+  _Jaq._ What shall I do?
+
+  _Sha._ I'll venture deeply for him,
+  Rather than to cast away an innocent,
+  Take courage friend, I will preserve thy life,
+  With hazard of mine own.
+
+  _Jaq._ I thank you, Sir.
+
+  _Sha._ This night thou shalt be lodg'd within my doors,
+  Which shall be all lock'd fast, and in the morn
+  I'll so provide, you shall have free access,
+  To the Sea-side, and so be shipt away,
+  E'r any know it.
+
+  _Jaq._ Good Sir, suddainly, I am afraid to dye.
+
+  _Sha._ Then follow me.                                      [_Exeunt_.
+
+        _Enter_ Shatillion's _Love._
+
+  _Love._ This way he went, and there's the house, I hope,
+  His better Angel hath directed him,
+  To leave the wandring streets, poor Gentleman.
+  Would I were able with as free a heart,
+  To set his soul right, as I am to grieve,
+  The ruine of his fame, which God forgive me;
+  Sir, if you be within, I pray Sir speak to me.
+
+  _Sha._ I am within, and will be; what are you?
+
+  _Love._ A friend.
+
+  _Sha._ No Sir, you must pardon me,
+  I am acquainted with none such: be speedy,
+  Friend, there is no other remedy.
+
+  _Love._ A word Sir, I say, I am your friend.
+
+  _Sha._ You cannot scape by any other means,
+  Be not fearful, God save the King,
+  What's your business, Sir?
+
+  _Lov._ To speak with you.
+
+  _Sha._ Speak out then.
+
+  _Lov._ Shall I not come up?
+
+  _Sha._ Thou shalt not: flie if thou be'st thine own friend,
+  There lies the suit and all the furniture
+  Belonging to the head, on with it friend.
+
+  _Lov._ Sir do you hear?
+
+  _Sha._ I do, God bless the King,
+  It was a habit I had laid aside,
+  For my own person, if the state had forced me.
+
+  _Love._ Good Sir, unlock your door.
+
+  _Sha._ Be full of speed, I see some 20 Musquetiers in ambush
+  Whate'r thou art, know I am here and will be,
+  Seest thou this bloody sword that cries revenge?
+  Shake not my friend, through millions of these foes
+  I'll be thy guard, and set thee safe aboard.
+
+  _Lov._ Dare you not trust me, Sir?
+
+  _Sha._ My good sword before me,
+  And my allegeance to the King I tell thee
+  Captain (for so I ghess thee by thy Arms)
+  And the loose flanks of Halberdiers about thee,
+  Thou art too weak, and foolish to attempt me.
+  If you be ready, follow me, and hark you
+  Upon your life speak to no living wight,
+  Except my self.
+
+  _Love._ Monsieur _Shattillion_?
+
+  _Sha._ Thou shalt not call agen; thus with my sword,
+  And the strong faith I bear unto the King;
+  Whom God preserve, I will de[sc]end my chamber,
+  And cut thy throat, I swear I'll cut thy throat,
+  Steal after me and live.
+
+  _Love._ I will not stay.
+  The fury of a man so far distracted.                     [_Exit_ Love.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  Where's the Officer that dares not enter,
+  To intrap the life of my distressed friend?
+  I, have you hid your self? you must be found,
+  What do you fear? is not authority on your side
+  Nay, I know the Kings command
+  Will be your warrant, why then fear you? speak
+  What strange designs are these? _Shattillion_,
+  Be resolute and bear thy self upright,
+  Though the whole world despise thee: soft, methinks.
+  I heard a rushing which was like the shake
+  Of a discovered Officer, I'll search
+  The whole street over, but I'll find thee out.                [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _in womans apparel_.
+
+  _Jaq._ How my joynts do shake, where had I been
+  But for this worthy Gentleman, that
+  Hath some touch of my infortunes; would I were
+  Safe under hatches once, for _Callicut_,
+  Farewel the pomp of Court, I never more
+  Can hope to be a Duke or any thing,
+  I never more shall see the glorious face
+  Of my fair spreading Lord that lov'd me well.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ Fly you so fast? I had a sight of you,
+  But would not follow you; I was too wise,
+  You shall not lead me with a cunning trick;
+  Where you may catch me; poor _Shattillion_;
+  Hath the Kings anger left thee never a friend?
+  No, all mens loves move by the breath of Kings.
+
+  _Jaq._ It is the Gentleman that sav'd my life, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ Bless _Shattillion_, another plot.
+
+  _Jaq._ No Sir, 'tis I.
+
+  _Shat._ Why, who are you?
+
+  _Jaq._ Your friend whom you preserv'd.
+
+  _Shat._ Whom I preserv'd?
+  My friend? I have no woman friend but one,
+  Who is too close in prison to be here;
+  Come near, let me look on you.
+
+  _Jaq._ 'Tis I.
+
+  _Shat._ You should not be a woman by your stature.
+
+  _Jaq._ I am none, Sir.
+
+  _Shat._ I know it, then keep off,
+  Strange men and times! how I am still preserv'd!
+  Here they have sent a yeoman of the guard,
+  Disguis'd in womans clothes, to work on me,
+  To make love to me; and to trap my words,
+  And so insnare my life, I know you, Sir,
+  Stand back, upon your peril, can this be
+  In _Christian_ Common-weals, from this time forth
+  I'll cut off all the means to work on me,
+  I'll ne'er stir from my house: and keep my doors
+  Lockt day and night, and cheapen meat and drink
+  At the next shops by Signs, out of my window,
+  And having bought it, draw it up in my garters.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir, will you help me?
+
+  _Shat._ Do not follow me,
+  I'll take a course to live, despight of men.             [_Exit_ Shat.
+
+  _Jaq._ He dares not venture for me, wretched _Jaques_!
+  Thou art undone for ever and for ever,
+  Never to rise again? what shall I do?
+
+        _Enter_ Bewfort.
+
+  Where shall I hide me? here's one to take me,
+  I must stand close, and not speak for my life.
+
+  _Bew._ This is the time of night, and this the haunt,
+  In which I use to catch my Wastcoatiers,
+  It is not very dark, no, I shall spie 'em,
+  I have walk't out in such a pitchy night.
+  I could not see my fingers this far off,
+  And yet have brought home venison by the smell,
+  I hope they have not left their old walk, ah?
+  Have I spied you sitting by this light?
+  To me there's no such fine sight in the world,
+  As a white apron 'twixt twelve and one;
+  See how it glisters! do you think to scape?
+  See now I have you fast; come, and do not strive,
+  It takes away the edge of appetite;
+  Come, I'll be liberal every way.
+  Take heed you make no noise, for waking of the Watch.       [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Cosin and his Wife._
+
+  _Cos._ Now the blessing of some happy guide,
+  To bring us to the Duke, and we are ready.
+
+        _Enter_ Long. _and Servant_.
+
+  Come forward, see the door is open'd,
+  And two of his Gent. I'll speak to them,
+  And mark how I behave my self, God save ye;
+  For less I cannot wish to men of sort, and of your seeming:
+  Are you of the Dukes?
+
+  _Long._ We are, Sir, and your servants, your salutes,
+  We give you back again with many thanks.
+
+  _Cos._ When did you hear such words before Wife? peace,
+  Do you not dare to answer yet; is't fit
+  So mean a Gentleman as my self should crave,
+  The presence of the great Duke your Master?
+
+  _Serv._ Sir you may.
+
+  _Long._ Shall we desire your name, and business, Sir?
+  And we will presently inform him of you.
+
+  _Cos._ My name is _Cleremont_.
+
+  _Serv._ You are his Graces kinsman,
+  Or I am much mistaken?
+
+  _Cos._ You are right,
+  Some of his noble bloud runs through these veins,
+  Though far unworthy of his graces knowledge.
+
+  _Long._ Sir, we must all be yours; his graces kinsman,
+  And we so much forgetful? 'twas a rudeness,
+  And must attend your pardon, thus I crave it:
+  First to this beauteous Lady, whom I take
+  To be your Wife, Sir, next your mercy.
+
+  _Cos._ You have it, Sir, I do not like this kissing,
+  It lies so open to a world of wishes.
+
+  _Serv._ This is the merry fellow; this is he
+  That must be noble too.
+
+  _Long._ And so he shall.
+  If all the Art I have can make him noble,
+  I'll dub him with a Knight-hood; if his wife
+  Will be but forward, and joyn issue,
+  I like her above excellent.
+
+  _Serv._ Wil't please you
+  To walk a turn or two, whilst to the Duke
+  We make your comming known?                    [_Exit Serv. and_ Long.
+
+  _Cos._ I shall attend, Sir.
+
+  _Wife._ These Gentlemen are very proper men,
+  And kiss the best that e'er I tasted.
+  For goodness-sake husband, let us never more
+  Come near the Countrey, whatsoe'er betide us;
+  I am in malice with the memory
+  Of that same stinking dung-hil.
+
+  _Cos._ Why now you are my chicken and my dear,
+  Love where I love, hate where I hate: now
+  You shall have twenty Gowns, and twenty Chains,
+  See, the door is opening.
+
+  _Groom._ Room afore there, the Duke is entring.
+
+        _Enter Duke_, _Wife_, Long. _Servant_, Maria.
+
+  _Cos._ 'Tis the Duke, even he himself, be merry,
+  This is the golden age the Poet speaks on.
+
+  _Wife._ I pray it be not brazen'd by their faces,
+  And yet methinks they are the neatest Pieces
+  For shape, and cutting that e'er I beheld.
+
+  _Cos._ Most gracious Duke, my poor Spouse and my self,
+  Do kiss your mighty foot, and next to that
+  The great hand of your Dutchess, ever wishing
+  Your honors ever springing, and your years.
+
+  _Duke._ Cosin?
+
+  _Cos._ Your Graces vassal, far unworthy
+  The nearness of your blood.
+
+  _Duke._ Correct me not, I know the word I speak,
+  And know the person.
+  Though I be something higher than the place
+  Where common men have motion, and descending
+  Down with my eye, their forms are lessened to me;
+  Yet from this pitch can I behold my own,
+  From millions of those men that have no mark,
+  And in my fearful stoop, can make them stand,
+  When others feel my feet, and perish: Cosin,
+  Be comforted, you are very welcome, so
+  Is your fair Wife: the charge of whom I give
+  To my own dearest, and best beloved.
+  Tell me, you have resolv'd your self for Court,
+  And utterly renounc'd the slavish Countrey,
+  With all the cares thereof?
+
+  _Cos._ I have, Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ Have you dismist your eating houshold,
+  Sold your hangings of _Nebuchadnezar_, for such they were,
+  As I remember, with the Furnitures
+  Belonging to your Beds and Chambers?
+
+  _Cos._ I Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ Have you most carefully ta'en off the Lead,
+  From you[r] roof, weak with age, and so prevented
+  The ruin of your house, and clapt him
+  In a summer suit of thatch to keep him cool?
+
+  _Cos._ All this I have perform'd.
+
+  _Duke._ Then lend me all your hands, I will embrace my Cosin
+  Who is an understanding Gentleman,
+  And with a zeal mighty, as is my name,
+  Once more I bid you welcome to the Court;
+  My state again.
+
+  _Duch._ As I was telling you, your Husband
+  Must be no more Commander, look to that,
+  Be several at meat, and lodging, let him have
+  Board-wages, and Diet, 'mongst his men i'th' Town
+  For pleasure, if he be given to't, let him have it,
+  Else as your own fancy shall direct you.
+  Cosin, you see this mighty man here: he was an ass
+  When he came first to Town: indeed he was
+  Just such another coxcomb as your Husband,
+  God bless the mark, and every good mans child!
+  This must not stir you Cosin.
+
+  _Wif._ Heaven forbid!
+
+  _Long._ Sweet _Maria_; provide the cushion ready for it.
+
+  _Mar._ It shall be done.
+
+  _Duke._ Receive all your advices from our self,
+  Be once a day with us, and so farewel
+  For this time, my fair Cosin, Gentlemen
+  Conduct him to his Lodging.
+
+  _Duch._ Farewel, and think upon my words.
+
+  _Wife._ I shall observe them.                [_Exit Duke and Duchess._
+
+  _Cos._ Health, and the Kings continual love, attend you.
+
+  _Serv._ Oh for a private place to ease my Lungs!
+  Heaven give me patience, such a pair of jades
+  Were never better ridden to this hour,
+  Pray heaven they hold out to the journeys end.
+
+  _Long._ Twitch him aside good _Monsieur_, whilst I break
+  Upon the body of his strength, his wife,
+  I have a constant promise: she is my own.
+
+  _Serv._ Ply her to wind-ward _Monsieur_, you have taken
+  The most compendious way to raise your self,
+  That could have been delivered by a Counsel.
+
+  _Cos._ I have some certain aims, Sir: but my wife--
+
+  _Serv._ Your wife, you must not let that trouble you.
+
+  _Cos._ It will Sir, to see her in a strangers arms.
+
+  _Serv._ What mean you? let her alone, be wise, stir not a foot
+  For if you do, all your hopes are buried:
+  I swear you are a lost man if you stir.
+
+  _Cos._ I thank you Sir, I will be more advis'd.
+
+  _Serv._ But what great Office do you level at?
+
+  _Cos._ Sir, they are kissing.
+
+  _Serv._ Let them kiss,
+  And much may do their good hearts; they must kiss
+  And kiss, and double kiss, and kiss again,
+  Or you may kiss the post for any rising:
+  Had your noble kinsman ever mounted
+  To these high Spheres of honor, now he moves in,
+  But for the kisses of his wife?
+
+  _Cos._ I know not.
+
+  _Serv._ Then I do; credit me, he had been lost,
+  A fellow of no mark, and no repute.
+  Had not his wife kist soon, and very sweetly:
+  She was an excellent woman, and dispatcht him
+  To his full being, in a moment, Sir--        [_Exit_ Long. _and Wife_.
+
+  _Cos._ But yet methinks he [sh]ould not take her, Sir,
+  Into a private room.
+
+  _Serv._ Now stand and flourish,
+  You are a mad[e] man for ever.
+  I do envy you if you stand your fortunes up,
+  You are the happiest man, but your great Cosin,
+  This day in Court: well, I will marry surely,
+  And not let every man out-run me thus.
+  'Tis time to be mine own friend, I live
+  In town here, and direct the readiest way,
+  To other men, and be a slave my self.
+
+  _Cos._ Nay, good Sir be not mov'd, I am your servant,
+  And will not be ungrateful for this knowledge.
+
+  _Serv._ Will you be walking home?
+
+  _Cos._ I would desire to have my wife along.
+
+  _Serv._ You are too raw,
+  Begone, and take no notice where you left her,
+  Let her return at leasure, if she stay
+  A month, 'twill be the better, understand me
+  This Gentleman can do't.                                [_Exit Cosin._
+
+  _Cos._ I will Sir, and wife remember me, a Duke, a Duke wife.
+
+  _Serv._ Aboard her _Longaveile,_ she's thine own,
+  To me the fooling of this fool is venery.             [_Exit Servant._
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford _and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Bew._ Come, prethee come, have I not crowns? behold
+  And follow me, here; not a word, go in
+  Grope by the walls, and you shall find a bed,
+  Lie down there, see, see, a turn or two, to give
+  My blood some heats, and I am presently
+  For action: darkness, by thy leave, I come.               [_Exit_ Bew.
+
+        _Enter_ Maria.
+
+  _Ma._ I am perfect in my lesson, be my speed,
+  Thou god of marriage, this is the door, I'll knock.
+
+  Bew. _within_. Whose there, I cannot come yet.
+
+  _Ma._ Monsieur _Bewford_?
+
+  _Bew._ Stay till I light a candle, who are ye?
+
+  _Ma._ Sir? a poor Gentlewoman.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewford.
+
+  _Bew._ Oh come in, I'll find a time for you too, be not loud.
+
+  _Ma._ Sir, you have found that time already, shame
+  On my soul therefore.
+
+  _Bew._ Why? what's the matter?
+
+  _Ma._ Do you not see, Sir, is your light so dim?
+
+  _Bew._ Do you not wait on the Lady Mount _Marine_?
+
+  _Ma._ I do Sir, but my love on you.
+
+  _Bew._ Poor soul! how cam'st thou by this big belly?
+
+  _Ma._ By your self.
+
+  _Bew._ By heaven I ne'er touch'd your body.
+
+  _Ma._ Yes, unswear that oath again, I'll tell you all;
+  These two years I have lov'd you, but the means
+  How to enjoy you, I did never know
+  Till Twelf-night last, when hearing of your game
+  To take up wenches private in the night,
+  I apprehended straight this course to make
+  My self as one of them, and wait your coming;
+  I did so, and enjoyed you, and now this child
+  That now is quick within me, hide my shame,
+  And marry me, or else I must be forc'd--
+
+  _Long. within._ Monsieur _Bewford_, Monsieur _Bewford_.
+
+  _Bew._ Whose that calls?
+
+  _Long._ Are you a bed?
+
+  _Bew._ No Sir, the hangings.
+
+        _Enter_ Longaveil.
+
+  _Long._ Nay _Monsieur_, I'll forbid that, we'll have fair play,
+  Lend me your candle, are you taken _Bewford_?
+  A lecher of your practice, and close carriage
+  To be discovered thus? I am asham'd
+  So great a master in his art should fail,
+  And stagger in his grounds.
+
+  _Bew._ You're wide,
+  This woman and my self are man and wife,
+  And have been so this half year,
+  Where are you now? have I been discover'd?
+  You cannot break so easily on me, Sir,
+  I am too wary to be open'd by you.
+
+  _Long._ But these are but illusions, to give colour
+  To your most mystick leachery, but Sir,
+  The belly hath betraid you all, it must out.
+
+  _Bew._ Good _Longaveil_ believe me on my faith,
+  I am her husband.
+
+  _Long._ On my faith I cannot, unless I saw
+  Your hands fast, and your hearts.
+
+  _Bew._ Why _Longavile_, when did I give that to your ears,
+  That was not truth? by all the world she's mine,
+  She is my wife, and to confirm you better
+  I give my self again, here take my hand
+  And I yours, we are once more married,
+  Will this content you?
+
+  _Long._ Yes I am believing, and God give you joy.
+
+  _Bew._ My loving wife, I will not wrong thee,
+  Since I am thine and only loved of thee
+  From this hour I vow my self a new man,
+  Be not jealous: for though I had a purpose,
+  To have spent an hour or two in solace otherwise,
+  And was provided for it, yet my love
+  Shall put a better temper to my blood,
+  Come out thou woman of unwholsome life,
+  Be sorry for thy sins, and learn to mend,
+  Nay, never hide your face, you shall be seen.
+
+  _Long._ _Jaques_, why _Jaques_, art thou that _Jaques_,
+  The very staffe, and right hand of our Duke?
+  Speak, thou bearded _Venus_.
+
+  _Jaq._ I am he, by miracle preserv'd to be that _Jaques_,
+  Within this two hours Gentlemen, poor _Jaques_
+  Was but as coarse in grave: a man of wisdom,
+  That of my conscience, if he had his right
+  Should have a pretty State, but that's all one
+  That Noble Gentleman did save this life,
+  I keep it for him, 'tis his own.
+
+  _Long._ Oh _Bacchus_! is all the world drunk? come we'll to the Duke
+  And give thanks for this delivery.
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Duke and_ Jaques.
+
+  _Duke._ Not gone unto my Tenants to relate
+  My Grace and Honor; [and] the mightiness
+  Of my new name, which would have struck a terror
+  Through their course doublets, to their very hearts?
+
+  _Jaq._ Alas, great Lord and Master, I could scarce
+  With safety of my life return again
+  Unto your graces house, and but for one
+  That had some mercy, I had sure been hang'd.
+
+  _Duke._ My house?
+
+  _J[a]q._ Yes Sir, this house, your house i' th' Town.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ we are displeas'd, hath it no name?
+
+  _Jaq._ What name?
+
+  _Duke._ Dull rogue; what hath the King bestow'd
+  So many honors, open'd all his springs,
+  And show'red his graces down upon my head,
+  And has my house no name? no title yet?
+  _Burgundy_ house you ass.
+
+  _Jaq._ Your graces mercy,
+  when I was come off, and had recover'd
+  _Burgundy_ house, I durst not yet be seen,
+  But lay all night for fear of pursevants
+  In _Burgundy_ privie house.
+
+  _Duke._ Oh Sir, 'tis well,
+  Can you remember now? but _Jaques_ know
+  Since thy intended journey is so crost,
+  I will go down my self this morning.
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir?
+
+  _Duke._ Have I not said this morning?
+
+  _Jaq._ But consider,
+  That nothing is prepared yet for your journey,
+  Your graces teams not here to draw your cloaths;
+  And not a Carrier yet in town to send by.
+
+  _Duke._ I say once more go about it,
+  You're a wise man, you'd have me linger time,
+  Till I have worn these cloaths out: will ye go?            [_Ex._ Jaq.
+  Make ye ready Wife.
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Duc._ I am so, mighty Duke.
+
+  _Duke._ Nay, for the Countrey.
+
+  _Duc._ How? for the Countrey?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes I am resolv'd to see my Tenants in this bravery,
+  Make them a sumptuous feast, with a slight shew,
+  Of _Dives_ and _Lazarus_, and a squib or two,
+  And so return.
+
+  _Duc._ Why Sir? you are not mad?
+
+  _Duke._ How many Dukes have ye known mad? I pray speak.
+
+  _Duc._ You are the first, Sir, and I hope the last,
+  But you are stark horn-mad.
+
+  _Duke._ Forbear good wife.
+
+  _Duc._ As I have faith you're mad: your horns
+  Have been too heavy for you, and have broke
+  Your skull in pieces: If you be in earnest.
+
+  _Duke._ Well, you shall know my skull and wits are whole
+  E'r I have done, and yet I am in earnest.
+
+  _Duc._ Why, do you think I'll go?
+
+  _Duke._ I know you shall.
+
+  _Duc._ I shall? by what authority shall I?
+
+  _Duke._ I am your Husband.
+
+  _Duc._ True, I confess it,
+  And by that name, the world hath given you
+  A power to sway me; but Sir, you shall know
+  There is a greater bond that ties me here,
+  Allegeance to the King, has he not heapt
+  Those honors on you to no other end,
+  But to stay you here, and shall I have a hand
+  In the offending such a gracious Prince?
+  Besides, our own undoings lies upon't,
+  Were there no other cause, I do not see,
+  Why you should go: If I should say you should not.
+
+  _Duke._ Do you think so?
+
+  _Duc._ Yes faith.
+
+  _Duke._ Now good wife make me understand that point.
+
+  _Duc._ Why that you shall, did I not bring you hither?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes.
+
+  _Duc._ And were not all these honors wrought out of the fire by me?
+
+  _Duke._ By you?
+
+  _Duc._ By me? how strange you make it!
+  When you came first, did you not walk the Town,
+  In a long Cloak half compass? an old Hat,
+  Lin'd with Vellure, and on it for a band,
+  A skein of crimson Cruil?
+
+  _Duke._ I confess it.
+
+  _Duc._ And took base courses?
+
+  _Duke._ Base?
+
+  _Duc._ Base, by this light, extream base, and scurvie, monstrous base.
+
+  _Du[k]e._ What were these courses, wife?
+
+  _Duc._ Why, you shall know,
+  Did you not thus attir'd, trot up and down,
+  Plotting for vild and lowsie Offices,
+  And agreed with the Sergeant of the Bears,
+  To buy his place? deny this, if you can.
+
+  _Duke._ Why it is true.
+
+  _Duc._ And was not that monstrous base?
+
+  _Duke._ Be advis'd wife, a Bear's a Princely beast.
+
+  _Duc._ A Bear?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes wife, and one side venison.
+
+  _Duc._ You're more than one side fool, [I'm] sure of that.
+
+  _Duke._ But since you have vext me wife, know you shall go;
+  Or you shall never have penny from me.
+
+  _Duc._ Nay, I have done, and though I know 'twill be
+  Your overthrow, I'll not forsake you now.
+
+  _Duke._ Be ready then.                                   [_Exit Duke._
+
+  _Duc._ I will.
+
+        _Enter_ Bewf. Long. _Serv._ Maria.
+
+  _Long._ What are you married _Bewford_?
+
+  _Bew._ I, as fast as words, and hearts, and hands, and Priest can
+          make us.
+
+  _Duc._ Oh Gentlemen, we are undone.
+
+  _Long._ For what?
+
+  _Duc._ This Gentleman, the Lord of _Lor[n]e_, my Husband,
+  Will be gone down to shew his play-fellows
+  Where he is gay.
+
+  _Bew._ What, down into [the] Countrey?
+
+  _Duc._ Yes faith, was ever fool but he so cross?
+  I would as fain be gracious to him,
+  As he could wish me, but he will not let me;
+  Speak faithfully, will he deserve my mercy?
+
+  _Long._ According to his merits he should wear,
+  A guarded coat, and a great wooden dagger.
+
+  _Duc._ If there be any woman that doth know,
+  The duties 'twixt a Husband and his wife,
+  Will speak but one word for him, he shall scape;
+  Is not that reasonable? but there's none,
+  Be ready therefore, to pursue the plot
+  We had against a pinch, for he must stay.
+
+  _Long._ Wait you here for him, whilst I goe
+  And make the King acquainted with your sport,
+  For fear he be incens'd for our attempting
+  Places of so great honor.                                [_Exit_ Long.
+
+  _Duc._ Go, be speedy.
+
+        _Enter Duke_, _Cosin_, _Wife_, Jaques, _Man_.
+
+  _Duke._ Come let me see how all things are dispos'd of.
+
+  _Jaq._ One Cart will serve for all your furniture,
+  With room enough behind to ease the Footman,
+  A capcase for you[r] linnen, and your plate,
+  With a strange lock that opens with _Amen_,
+  For my young Lord, because of easie portage,
+  A quiver of your graces lin'd with Cunney,
+  Made to be hang'd about the Nurses neck,
+  Thus, with a Scarfe or Towel.
+
+  _Duke._ Very good.
+
+  _Jaq._ Nay, 'tis well, but had you staid another week,
+  I would have had you furnisht, in such pomp,
+  As never Duke of _Burgundy_ was furnisht,
+  You should have had a Sumpter, though 't had cost me
+  The laying on my self, where now you are fain,
+  To hire a Rippers mare, and buy new dossers,
+  But I have got them painted with your Arms,
+  With a fair darnex Carpet of my own
+  Laid cross for the more state.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ I thank you: your Carpet shall be brusht
+  And sent you home; what, are you ready wife?
+
+  _Duc._ An hour ago.
+
+  _Duke._ I cannot chuse but kiss thy royal Lips,
+  Dear _Duchess_ mine, thou art so good a woman.
+
+  _Bew._ Youl'd say so if you knew all, goodman Duckling.
+
+  _Cos._ This was the happiest fortune could befal me
+  Now in his absence will I follow close
+  Mine own preferment, and I hope e'r long,
+  To make my mean and humble name so strong,
+  As my great Cosins, when the world shall know,
+  I bear too hot a spirit to live low.
+  The next Spring will I down, my wife and houshold,
+  I'll have my Ushers, and my four Lacquies,
+  Six spare Caroches too, but mum, no more,
+  What I intend to do, I'll keep in store.
+
+  _Duke._ Mountey, mountey, _Jaques_, be our Querry.
+
+  _Groom._ To horse there Gentlemen, and fall in couples.
+
+  _Duke._ Come honoured Duchess.
+
+        _Enter_ Longavile.
+
+  _Long._ Stand thou proud man.
+
+  _Duke._ Thieves, _Jaques_, raise the people.
+
+  _Long._ No, raise no people, 'tis the Kings command,
+  Which bids thee once more stand, thou haughty man,
+  Thou art a monster, for thou art ungrateful,
+  And like a fellow of a rebel nature,
+  Hast flung from his embraces: and for
+  His honors given thee, hast not return'd
+  So much as thanks, and to oppose his Will,
+  Resolv'd to leave the Court, and set the Realm
+  A fire, in discontent, and open action:
+  Therefore he bids thee stand, thou proud man,
+  Whilst with the whisking of my sword about,
+  I take thy honors off: this first sad whisk
+  Takes off thy Dukedom, thou art but an Earl.
+
+  _Duke._ You are mistaken, _Longavile_.
+
+  _Long._ Oh would I were: this second whisk divides
+  Thy Earldom from thee, thou art yet a Baron.
+
+  _Duke._ No more whisks if you love me _Longavile_.
+
+  _Long._ Two whisks are past, and two are yet behind,
+  Yet all must come, but not to linger time.
+  With these two whisks I end, now mount _Marine_,
+  For thou art now no more, so says the King,
+  And I have done his Highness Will with grief.
+
+  _Duke._ Degraded from my honors?
+
+  _Long._ 'Tis too certain.
+
+  _Duke._ I am no Traitor sure, that I know of;
+  Speak _Jaques_, hast thou ever heard me utter word
+  Tending to Treason, or to bring in the enemy?
+
+  _Jaq._ Alas Sir, I know nothing,
+  Why should your Worship bring me in to hang me?
+  [God's my judge Gentlemen] I never medled
+  But with the brushing of his cloaths, or fetching
+  In water in a morning for his hands.
+
+  _Cos._ Are these the honors of this place? _Anthony_
+  Help me to take her Gown off quickly,
+  Or I'll so swinge ye for't--
+
+  _Wife._ Why Husband? Sir?
+
+  _Cos._ I'll not loose a penny by this town.
+
+  _Long._ Why what do you mean, Sir, have her to her lodging,
+  And there undress her, I will wait upon her.
+
+  _Cos._ Indeed you shall not, your month is out I take it,
+  Get you out before me wife:
+  Cosin farewel, I told you long agoe,
+  That pride begins with pleasure, ends with woe.   [_Exit with's Wife._
+
+  _Bew._ Goe thy way sentences, 'twill be thy fortune,
+  To live and dye a Cuckold, and Churchwarden.
+
+  _Duc._ Oh my poor Husband! what a heavy fortune
+  Is fallen upon him!
+
+  _Bew._ Methinks 'tis strange,
+  That heaven fore-warning great men of their falls,
+  With such plain tokens, they should not avoid 'em:
+  For the last night betwixt eleven and twelve,
+  Two great and hideous blazing stars were seen
+  To fight a long hour by the clock, the one
+  Drest like a Duke, the other like a King;
+  Till at the last the crowned Star o'er-came.
+
+  _Serv._ Why do ye stand so dead, Monsieur _Marine_?
+
+  _Duke._ So _Caesar_ fell, when in the Capitol
+  They gave his body two and thirty wounds.
+  Be warned all ye Peers, and by my fall,
+  Hereafter learn to let your wives rule all.
+
+  _Serv._ Monsieur _Marine_, pray let me speak with you;
+  Sir, I must wave you to conceal this party,
+  It stands upon my utter overthrow;
+  Seem not discontented, nor do not stir afoot,
+  For if you do, you and your hope--
+  I swear you are a lost man if you stir.
+  And have an eye to _Bewford_, he'll tempt you.
+
+  _Bew._ Come, come, for shame go down;
+  Were I _Marine_, [by heaven] I would go down:
+  And being there, I would rattle him such an answer
+  Should make him smoke.
+
+  _Duke._ Good Monsieur _Bewford_, peace
+  Leave these rebellious words,
+  Or by the honors which I once enjoyed,
+  And yet may swear by,
+  I'll tell the King of your proceedings;
+  I am satisfied.
+
+  _Wife._ You talkt of going down when 'twas not fit,
+  But now let's see your spirit,
+  A thousand and a thousand will expect it.
+
+  _Duke._ Why wife, are ye mad?
+
+  _Wife._ No, nor drunk, but I'd have you know your own strength.
+
+  _Duke._ You talke like a most foolish woman, wife;
+  I tell you I will stay, yet I have a
+  Crotchet troubles me.
+
+  _Long._ More crotchets yet?
+
+  _Duke._ Follow me _Jaques_, I must have thy counsel,
+  I will return again, stay you there wife.
+
+  _Long._ I fear this loss of honor will give him some few stools.
+
+  _Wif._ No, no, he is resolv'd, he will not
+  Stir a foot, I'll lay my life.
+
+  _Bew._ I, but he's discontented, how shall we resolve that,
+  And make him stay with comfort?
+
+  _Wife._ Faith _Bewford_ we must even let nature work,
+  For he's the sweetest temper'd man for that
+  As one can wish, for let men but go about to fool him,
+  And he'll have his finger as deep in't as the best;
+  But see where he comes frowning, bless us all!
+
+        _Enter Duke._
+
+  _Duke._ Off with your hats, for here doth come
+  The high and mighty Duke of _Burgundy_.
+  What ever you may think, I have thought
+  And thought, and thought upon't, and I find it plain,
+  The King cannot take back what he has given,
+  Unless I forfeit it by course of Law.
+  Not all the water in the River _Seine_,
+  Can wash the blood out of these Princely veins.
+
+  _Wife._ God-a-mercy Husband, thou art the best
+  To work out a thing at a pinch in _France_.
+
+  _Duke._ I will ascend my State again,
+  Duchess, take your place,
+  And let our Champion enter.
+
+  _Long._ Has he his Champion? that's excellent.
+
+  _Duke._ And let loud Musick sound before his entrance.
+  Sound Trumpet.
+
+        _Enter_ Jaques _in Armor_, _one carrying a Scutcheon before
+        him_, _and a two-handed Sword_.
+
+  _Wife._ How well our Champion doth demean himself,
+  As if he had been made for such an action?
+  Methinks his sturdy truncheon he doth weild,
+  Like _Mars_ approaching to a bloody field.
+
+  _Duke._ I think there's no man so desperate
+  To dare encounter with our Champion,
+  But trust me, _Jaques_, thou hast pleas'd us well;
+  Once more our warlike Musick, then proceed.
+
+        _Enter_ Shattillion.
+
+  _Shat._ What wondrous age is this! what close proceedings!
+  I hear the clang of Trumpets in this house,
+  To what intent do not our States-men search?
+  Oh no, they look not into simple truth;
+  For I am true, and they regard not me,
+  A man in Armor too: God save the King,
+  The world will end, there's nought but treachery.
+
+  _Jaq._ I _Jaques_, servant to the high and mighty _Godfrey_,
+  Duke of _Burgundy_, do come hither to prove by natural
+  strength, and activity of my body, without the help of sorcery,
+  inchantment, or negromancy, that the said _Godfrey_,
+  late of _Mount Marine_, and now of _Burgundy_, hath perfect
+  right thereto, notwithstanding the Kings command to the
+  contrary, and no other person whatsoever: and in token
+  that I will be ready to make good the same: I throw down
+  my gage, which is my honor, pronounced the 37 of _Feb.
+  Stilo novo_, _God save the_ Duke.
+
+  _Shat._ Of all the plots the King hath laid for me
+  This was the shrewdest, 'tis my life they seek
+  And they shall have it: if I should refuse
+  To accept the challenge in the Kings behalf,
+  They have some cause to take away my life,
+  And if I do accept it, who can tell,
+  But I may fall by doubtful chance of War?
+  'Twas shrew'd, but I must take the least of evils,
+  I take thy gauntlet up, thou treacherous man,
+  That stands in armed Coat against the King.
+  Whom God preserve, and with my single sword,
+  Will justifie whatever he commands;
+  I'll watch him for catching of my words.
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_ go on, defend our Princely Title.
+
+  _Shat._ Why shrink'st thou back? thou hast an evil cause;
+  Come forward man, I have a rock about me,
+  I fight for my true Liege.
+
+  _Duke._ Go forward _Jaques_.
+
+  _Jaq._ I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,
+  I will not fight with him, with any else
+  I'll shew my resolution speedily.
+
+  _Shat._ Come, do thy worst, for the King shall see
+  All is not true, that is reported of me.
+
+  _Jaq._ I may not fight with him by Law of Arms.
+
+  _Duke._ What? shall my Title fall? wilt thou not fight?
+
+  _Jaq._ Never with him that once hath sav'd my life.
+
+  _Shat._ Dar'st thou not fight? behold then, I do go
+  Strong with the zeal I bear my Sovereign,
+  And seize upon that haughty man himself.
+  Descend the steps (that thou hast thus usurp'd
+  Against the King and State,) down to the ground,
+  And if thou do utter but a syllable
+  To cross the Kings intent, thou art but dead;
+  There, lye upon the earth, and pine, and dye.
+  Did ever any man wade through such storms
+  To save his life, as poor _Shattillion_?
+
+  _Long._ I fear this challenge hath spoil'd all.
+
+  _Duc._ Ne'er fear it, he'll work it out again, servant.
+  See where _Shattillion's_ Love, poor Lady, comes.
+
+        _Enter Love._
+
+  _Duke. Jaques._
+
+  _Jaq._ Lie still, Sir, if you love your life, I'll whistle when he's
+          gone,
+
+  _Love._ Oh Gentlemen, I charge you by the Love
+  Which you bear to women, take some pitty
+  On this distressed man, help to restore
+  That precious Jewel to him he hath lost.
+
+  _Bew._ Lady, what ever power doth lie in us
+  By Art, or Prayer, or danger, we are yours.
+
+  _Love._ A strange conceit hath wrought this malady,
+  Conceits again must bring him to himself,
+  My strict denial to his Will wrought this:
+  And if you could but draw his wilder thoughts
+  To know me, he would sure recover sense.
+
+  _Long._ That charge I'll undertake.
+
+  _Duke._ Look _Jaques_, look, for Gods sake let me rise,
+  This greatness is a jade, I cannot sit it.
+
+  _Jaq._ His sword is up, and yet he watcheth you.
+
+  _Du._ I'll down again, pray for thy Master, _Jaques_.
+
+  _Shat._ Now the King may see all the suggestions are not true,
+  He hath receiv'd against my loyalty;
+  When all men else refuse, I fight his battels,
+  And thrust my body into dangers mouth;
+  I am become his Champion, and this sword
+  Has taught his enemies to know themselves;
+  Oh that he would no more be jealous of me!
+
+  _Long._ Monsieur _Shattillion_, the King ass[ign]s you,
+  That for this valiant loyal act of yours,
+  He hath forgot all jealousies and fears,
+  And never more will tempt you into danger.
+
+  _Shat._ But how shall I believe this, what new token
+  Of reconcilement will he shew me?
+  Let him release my poor Love from her torment,
+  From her hard fare, and strict imprisonment.
+
+  _Long._ He hath done this to win your after-love,
+  And see your Lady sent you from the King
+  By these two Gentlemen: be thankful for her.
+
+  _Shat._ She lives, she lives, I know her by the power
+  Shoots from her eyes.
+
+  _Love._ Rise dear _Shattillion_.
+
+  _Shat._ I know my duty,
+  Next unto my King, I am to kneel to you.
+
+  _Love._ I'll have you rise, fetch me a chair, sit down _Shat_.
+
+  _Shat._ I am commanded, and faith tell me Mistriss,
+  What usage have you had? pray be plain!
+
+  _Love._ Oh my most lov'd _Shattillion_, pain enough,
+  But now I am free, thanks to my God and King.
+
+  _Long._ His eyes grow very heavy, not a word,
+  That his weak senses may come sweetly home.
+
+  _Shat._ The King is honourable.
+
+  _Duke._ When do you whistle _Jaques_?
+
+  _Jaq._ By and by.
+
+  _Long._ Come hither Monsieur, canst thou laugh a little?
+
+  _Serv._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Long._ So thou shalt then. _Bewford_, how dost thou?
+
+  _Bew._ Why well.
+
+  _Long._ I'm glad on't, and how does thy wife?
+
+  _Bew._ Why, you may see her, Sir, she stands behind you.
+
+  _Long._ By the mass she's there indeed, but where's her belly?
+
+  _Bew._ Belly?
+
+  _Long._ Her great belly, man; what hast thou sent thee?
+
+  _Serv._ A Boy, I'll lay my life, it tumbled so.
+
+  _Bew._ Catcht by this light.
+
+  _Long._ I'll be a Gossip _Bewford_.
+
+  _Serv._ And I.
+
+  _Long._ I have an odd Apostle spoon.
+
+  _Bew._ S'foot, catcht.
+
+  _Duc._ Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen?
+
+  _Long._ He's married to your woman.
+
+  _Duc._ And I not know it?
+
+  _Serv._ 'Twas a venial sin.
+
+  _Bew._ Gall, gall, gall.
+
+  _Duc._ Forgive her, Monsieur _Bewford_, 'twas her love.
+
+  _Bew._ You may rise if you please, I must endure it.
+
+  _Long._ See how my great Lord lies upon the ground
+  And dare not stir yet!
+  _Jaques_ whistles?
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques_, _Jaques_, is the Kings Champion gon yet?
+
+  _Jaq._ No, but he's asleep.
+
+  _Duke._ Is he asleep art sure?
+
+  _Jaq._ I am sure he is, I hear him snore.
+
+  _Duke._ Then by your favours Gentlemen I rise,
+  And know I am a Duke still.
+
+  _Jaq._ And I am his Champion.
+
+  _Duc._ Hold thee there, and all _France_ cannot mend thee.
+
+  _Duke._ I am a Prince as great within my thoughts
+  As when the whole state did adorn my person;
+  What trial can be made to try a Prince?
+  I will [o]ppose this noble corps of mine
+  To any danger that may end the doubt.
+
+  _Duc._ Great Duke, and Husband, there is but one way
+  To satisfie the world of our true right,
+  And it is dangerous.
+
+  _Duke._ What may it be?
+  Were it to bring the great Turk bound in chains
+  Through _France_ in triumph: or to couple up
+  The _Sophie_, and great _Prestor John_ together,
+  I would attempt it Duchess, tell the course.
+
+  _Duc._ There is a strong opinion through the world,
+  And no doubt, grounded on experience,
+  That Lions will not touch a lawful Prince,
+  If you be confident then of your right,
+  Amongst the Lions bear your naked body,
+  And if you come off clear, and never winch,
+  The world will say you are a perfect Prince.
+
+  _Duke._ I thank you Duchess, for your kind advice,
+  But now we do not affect those ravenous beasts.
+
+  _Long._ A Lion is a beast to try a King;
+  But for the trial of such a state like this
+  _Pliny_ reports a mastive dog will serve.
+
+  _Duke._ We will not deal with dogs at all, but men.
+
+  _Serv._ You shall not need to deal with them at all,
+  Hark you Sir, the King doth know you are a Duke:
+
+  _Duke._ No, does he?
+
+  _Serv._ Yes, and is content you shall be, but with this caution,
+  That none know it but your self:
+  For if ye do, he'll take it away by Act of Parliament.
+
+  _Duke._ Here's my hand, and whilst I live or breath,
+  No living wight shall know I am a Duke.
+
+  _Serv._ Mark me directly, Sir, your wife may know it.
+
+  _Duke._ May not _Jaques_.
+
+  _Serv._ Yes, he may.
+
+  _Duke._ May not my Countrey Cosin?
+
+  _Serv._ By no means, Sir, if you love your life and state.
+
+  _Duke._ Well then, know all, I am no Duke.
+
+  _Serv._ No, I'll swear it.
+
+  _Long._ See, he wakes.
+
+  _Shat._ Where am I, or where have I been all this while?
+  Sleep hath not sate so sound upon mine eyes
+  But I remember well that face;
+  Oh thou too cruel, leave at length to scorn
+  Him that but looking on thy beauty, dies,
+  Either receive me, or put out my eyes.
+
+  _Love._ Dearest _Shattillion_, see upon my knees,
+  I offer up my love, forget my wrongs.
+
+  _Shat._ Art thou mine own?
+
+  _Love._ By heaven I am.
+
+  _Shat._ Then all the world is mine.
+
+  _Love._ I have stranger things to tell thee, my dearest love.
+
+  _Shat._ Tell nothing, but that thou art mine own:
+  I do not care to know where I have been,
+  Or how I have liv'd, or any thing,
+  But that thou art my own.
+
+  _Bew._ Well wife, though 'twere a trick that made us wed,
+  We'll make our selves merry soon in bed.
+
+  _Duke._ Know all, I am no Duke.
+
+  _Wife._ What [saye]?
+
+  _Duke._ _Jaques?_
+
+  _Jaq._ Sir.
+
+  _Duke._ I am a Duke.
+
+  _Both._ Are ye?
+
+  _Duke._ Yes faith, yes faith.
+  But it must only run among our selves,
+  And _Jaques_, thou shalt be my Secretary still.
+
+  _Wife._ Kind Gentlemen, lead in _Shattillion_,
+  For he must needs be weak and sickly yet.
+  Now all my labours have a perfect end, as I could wish,
+  Let all young sprightly wives that have
+  Dull foolish coxcombs to their Husbands,
+  Learn by me their duties, what to do,
+  Which is, to make 'em fools, and please 'em too.            [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _The Monuments of virtue, and desert,
+  Appear more goodly, when the gloss of Art
+  Is eaten off by time, than when at first
+  They were set up, not censur'd at the worst.
+  We'ave done our best, for your contents to fit,
+  With new pains, this old monument of wit._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  CORONATION.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    _Philocles._
+    _Lisander._
+    _Cassander._
+    _Lisimachus._
+    _Antigonu._
+    _Arcadius._
+    _Macarius._
+    _Seleucus._
+    _Queen._
+    _Charilla._
+    _Polidora._
+    _Nestorius._
+    _Eubulus._
+    _A Bishop._
+    _Polianus._
+    _Sophia._
+    _Demetrius._
+    _Gentlemen and Gentlewomen._
+    _Servants and Attendants._
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _Since 'tis become the Title of our Play,
+  A woman once in a [Coronation may]
+  With pardon, speak the_ Prologue, _give as free
+  A welcome to the Theatre, as he
+  That with a little Beard, a long black Cloak,
+  With a starch'd face, and supple leg hath spoke
+  Before the Plays the twelvemonth, let me then
+  Present a welcome to these Gentlemen,
+  If you be kind, and noble, you will not
+  Think the worse of me for my Petticote:
+  But to the Play, the Poet bad me tell
+  His fears first in the Title, lest i[t] swell
+  Some thoughts with expectation of a strain,
+  That but once could be seen in a Kings Reign,
+  This Coronation, he hopes you may
+  See often, while the genius of his Play,
+  Doth prophesie, the Conduits may run Wine,
+  When the days triumph's ended, and divine
+  Brisk Nectar swell his Temple[s] to a rage,
+  With something of more price t' invest the Stage.
+  There rests but to prepare you, that although
+  It be a Coronation, there doth flow
+  No undermirth, such as doth lard the Scene
+  For course delight the language here is clean.
+  And confident, our Poet bade me say,
+  He'll bate you but the folly of a Play.
+  For which, although dull souls his Pen despise,
+  Who thinks it yet too early to be wise.
+  The nobler will thank his Muse, at least
+  Excuse him, cause his thought aim'd at the best,
+  But we conclude not, it does rest in you.
+  To censure Poet, Play, and Prologue too.
+  But what have I omitted? is there not
+  A blush upon my cheeks that I forgot
+  The Ladies, and a Femal Prologue too?
+  Your pardon noble Gentlewomen, you
+  Were first within my thoughts, I know you sit
+  As free, and high Commissioners of wit,
+  Have clear, and active souls, nay, though the men
+  Were lost in your eyes, they'll be found agen,
+  You are the bright intelligences move,
+  And make a harmony this sphere of Love,
+  Be you propitious then, our Poet says,
+  Our wreath from you, is worth their grove of Bayes:_
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus.  Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Phi._ Make way for my Lord Protector.
+
+  _Lisan._ Your graces servants.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, _and_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cas._ I like your diligent waiting, where's _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ I wait upon you, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ The Queen looks pleasant
+  This morning, does she not?
+
+  _Lis._ I ever found
+  Her gracious smiles on me.
+
+  _Cas._ She does consult
+  Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy,
+  But in the assurance of her love to thee,
+  I should advance thy hopes another way,
+  And use the power I have in _Epire_, to
+  Settle our own, and uncontrouled greatness;
+  But since she carries her self so fairly,
+  I am content to expect, and by her marriage
+  Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition
+  Now, be still careful in thy applications
+  To her, I must attend other affairs,
+  Return, and use what Art thou canst to lay
+  More charms of love upon her.
+
+  _Lis._ I presume
+  She always speaks the language of her heart,
+  And I can be ambitious for no more
+  Happiness on earth, than she encourages
+  Me to expect.
+
+  _Cas._ It was an act becoming
+  The wisdom of her Father to engage
+  A tye between our Families, and she
+  Hath play'd her best discretion to allow it;
+  But we lose time in conference, wait on her,
+  And be what thou wert born for, King of _Epire_,
+  I must away.                                                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Lis._ Success ever attend you.
+  Is not the Queen yet coming forth?
+
+  _Lisa._ Your servant,
+  You may command our duties,
+  This is the Court Star, _Philocles_.
+
+  _Phi._ The Star that we must sail by.
+
+  _Lisa._ All must borrow
+  A light from him, the young Queen directs all
+  Her favours that way.
+
+  _Phi._ He's a noble Gentleman,
+  And worthy of his expectations:
+  Too good to be the son of such a Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ Peace, remember he is Lord Protector.
+
+  _Phil._ We have more need of Heavens Protection
+  I' th' mean time, I wonder the old King
+  Did in his life, design him for the office.
+
+  _Lisa._ He might expect his faith, I have heard when
+  The King, who was no _Epirote_, advanc'd
+  His claim, _Cassander_, our Protector now,
+  Young then, oppos'd him toughly with his faction,
+  But forc'd to yield, had fair conditions,
+  And was declar'd by the whole State, next heir;
+  If the King wanted issue, our hopes only
+  Thriv'd in this daughter.
+
+  _Phi._ Whom but for her smiles
+  And hope of marriage with _Lisimachus_,
+  His Father, by some cunning, had remov'd
+  E'r this.
+
+  _Lisa._ Take heed, the Arras may have ears
+  I should not weep much if his grace would hence
+  Remove to Heaven.
+
+  _Phi._ I prethee what should he do there?
+
+  _Lisa._ Some Offices will fall.
+
+  _Phi._ And the Skie too, e'r I get one stair higher
+  While he's in place.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ _Lisander_, _Philocles_,
+  How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen?
+
+  _Phi._ In her bed-chamber.
+
+  _Ant._ Who was with her?
+
+  _Lisa._ None but the young Lord _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Ant._ 'Tis no treason
+  If a man wish himself a Courtier
+  Of such a possibility: he has
+  The mounting fate.
+
+  _Phi._ I would his Father were
+  Mounted to th' gallows.
+
+  _Ant._ He has a path fair enough,
+  If he survive by title of his Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ The Queen will hasten his ascent.
+
+  _Phi._ Would I were Queen.
+
+  _Ant._ Thou wou'dst become rarely the petticoat,
+  What wou'dst thou do?
+
+  _Phi._ Why, I wou'd marry
+  My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength
+  And burden of my State upon his legs,
+  Rather than be call'd wife by any son
+  Of such a Father.
+
+  _Lisa._ Come, let's leave this subject,
+  We may find more secure discourse; when saw
+  You young _Arcadius_, Lord _Macarius's_ Nephew?
+
+  _Ant._ There's a spark, a youth moulded for a Favourite,
+  The Queen might do him honor.
+
+  _Phi._ Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match
+  Now for her Virgin blood.
+
+  _Lisa._ Must every man
+  That has a handsome face or leg, feed such
+  Ambition: I confess I honor him,
+  He has a nimble soul, and gives great hope
+  To be no woman-hater, dances handsomly,
+  Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes
+  To th' making of a Prince. He's here
+  And's Uncle.
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius, Macarius, Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me
+  To find my Lord Protector?
+
+  _Lisa._ He was here
+  Within this half hour, young _Lisimachus_
+  His Son is with the Queen.
+
+  _Sel._ There let him compliment,
+  I have other business, ha, _Arcadius_!                        [_Exit._
+
+  _Phi._ Observ'd you, with what eyes _Arcadius_
+  And he saluted, their two families
+  Will hardly reconcile.
+
+  _Ant._ _Seleucus_ carries
+  Himself too roughly; with what pride and scorn
+  He past by 'em.
+
+  _Lisa._ Th'other with less shew
+  Of anger, carries pride enough in's soul,
+  I wish 'em all at peace, _Macarius_ looks
+  Are without civil war, a good old man,
+  The old King lov'd him well, _Seleucus_ Father
+  Was as dear to him, and maintain'd the character
+  Of an honest Lord through _Epire_: that two men
+  So lov'd of others, should be so unwelcome
+  To one another.
+
+  _Arc._ The Queen was not wont to send for me.
+
+  _Mac._ The reason's to her self,
+  It will become your duty to attend her.
+
+  _Arc._ Save you Gentlemen, what novelty
+  Does the Court breathe to day?
+
+  _Lisa._ None Sir, the news
+  That took the last impression is, that you
+  Purpose to leave the Kingdom, and those men,
+  That honor you, take no delight to hear it.
+
+  _Arc._ I have ambition to see the difference
+  Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights
+  At home do surfet, and the Mistriss, whom
+  We all do serve, is fixt upon one object,
+  Her beams are too much pointed, but no Countrey
+  Shall make me lose your memories.
+
+        _Enter Queen_, Lisimachus, Macarius, Charilla.
+
+  _Qu._ _Arcadius._
+
+  _Mac._ Your Lordship honor'd me,
+  I have no blessing in his absence.
+
+  _Lis._ 'Tis done like a pious Uncle.
+
+  _Qu._ We must not
+  Give any licence.
+
+  _Arc._ If your Majesty
+  Would please.
+
+  _Qu._ We are not pleas'd, it had become your duty,
+  To have first acquainted us, e'r you declar'd
+  Your resolution publick, is our Court
+  Not worth your stay?
+
+  _Arc._ I humbly beg your pardon.
+
+  _Qu._ Where's _Lysimachus_?
+
+  _Lis._ Your humble servant, Madam.
+
+  _Qu._ We shall find
+  Employment at home for you, do not lose us.
+
+  _Arc._ Madam, I then write my self blest on earth
+  When I may do you service.
+
+  _Qu._ We would be private, _Macarius_.
+
+  _Mac._ Madam, you have blest me,
+  Nothing but your command could interpose to
+  Stay him.
+
+  _Qu._ _Lisimachus_,
+  You must not leave us.
+
+  _Lisa._ Nothing but _Lisimachus_? has she not
+  Ta'en a philter?
+
+  _Qu._ Nay, pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you,
+  Must be excus'd.
+
+  _Lisi._ It will become my duty.
+
+  _Qu._ Not your love?
+  I know you would not have me look upon
+  Your person as a Courtier, not as Favorite;
+  That Title were too narrow to express
+  How we esteem you.
+
+  _Lis._ The least of all
+  These names from you, Madam, is grace enough.
+
+  _Qu._ Yet here you wou'd not rest?
+
+  _Lis._ Not if you please:
+  To say there is a happiness beyond,
+  And teach my ambition how to make it mine,
+  Although the honors you already have
+  Let fall upon your servant, exceed all
+  My merit; I have a heart is studious
+  To reach it with desert, and make i[f] possible
+  Your favor's mine by justice, with your pardon.
+
+  _Qu._ We are confident this needs no pardon, Sir,
+  But a reward to cherish your opinion,
+  And that you may keep warm your passion,
+  Know we resolve for marriage, and if
+  I had another gift, beside my self,
+  Greater, in that you should discern, how much
+  My heart is fixt.
+
+  _Lis._ Let me digest my blessing.
+
+  _Qu._ But I cannot resolve when this shall be.
+
+  _Lis._ How Madam? do not make me dream of Heaven,
+  And wake me into misery, if your purpose
+  Be, to immortalize your humble servant,
+  Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here
+  The copies of Eternity, and create,
+  When they but will our happiness.
+
+  _Qu._ I shall
+  Believe you mock me in this argument,
+  I have no power.
+
+  _Lis._ How, no power?
+
+  _Qu._ Not as a Queen.
+
+  _Lis._ I understand you not.
+
+  _Qu._ I must obey, your Father's my Protector.
+
+  _Lis._ How?
+
+  _Qu._ When I am absolute, _Lisimachus_,
+  Our power and Titles meet, before, we are but
+  A shadow, and to give you that were nothing.
+
+  _Lis._ Excellent Queen,
+  My love took no original from State,
+  Or the desire of other greatness,
+  Above what my birth may challenge modestly,
+  I love your virtues; mercenary souls
+  Are taken with advancement, you've an Empire
+  Within you, better than the worlds, to that
+  Looks my ambition.
+
+  _Qu._ T'other is not, Sir,
+  To be despis'd, Cosmography allows
+  _Epire_, a place i' th' Map, and know till I
+  Possess what I was born to, and alone
+  Do grasp the Kingdoms Scepter, I account
+  My self divided, he that marries me
+  Shall take an [a]bsolute Queen to his warm bosom,
+  My temples yet are naked, until then
+  Our Loves can be but compliments, and wishes,
+  Yet very hearty ones.
+
+  _Lis._ I apprehend.
+
+  _Qu._ Your Father.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander _and_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Cas._ Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit.
+
+  _Qu._ 'Tis in your power to grant, you are Protector,
+  I am not yet a Queen.
+
+  _Cas._ How's this?
+
+  _Lis._ I shall expound her meaning.
+
+  _Qu._ Why kneel you, Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ Madam, to reconcile two families
+  That may unite, both Counsels and their blood
+  To serve your Crown.
+
+  _Qu._ _Macarius_, and _Eubulus_
+  That beare inveterate malice to each other.
+  It grew, as I have heard, upon the question
+  Which some of either family had made
+  Which of their Fathers was the best Commander:
+  If we believe our stories, they have both
+  Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrel
+  Has cost too many lives, a severe faction.
+
+  _Sel._ But I'll propound a way to plant a quiet
+  And peace in both our houses, which are torn
+  With their dissentions, and lose the glory
+  Of their great names, my blood speaks my relation
+  To _Eubulus_, and I wish my veins were emptied
+  To appease their war.
+
+  _Qu._ Thou hast a noble soul,
+  This is a charity above thy youth,
+  And it flows bravely from thee, name the way.
+
+  _Sel._ In such a desperate cause, a little stream
+  Of blood might purge the foulness of their hearts
+  If you'll prevent a deluge.
+
+  _Qu._ Be particular.
+
+  _Sel._ Let but your Majesty consent that two
+  May with their personal valour, undertake
+  The honor of their family, and determine
+  Their difference.
+
+  _Qu._ This rather will inlarge
+  Their hate, and be a means to call more blood
+  Into the stream.
+
+  _Sel._ Not if both families
+  Agree, and swear--
+
+  _Qu._ And who shall be the Champions?
+
+  _Sel._ I beg the honor, for _Eubulus_ cause
+  To be ingag'd, if any for _Macarius_,
+  Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it,
+  I am confident, _Arcadius_,
+  For honor would direct me to his sword,
+  Will not deny, to stake against my life
+  His own, if you vouchsafe us priviledge.
+
+  _Qu._ You are the expectation, and top boughs
+  Of both your houses, it would seem injustice,
+  To allow a civil war to cut you off,
+  And your selves the instruments, besides
+  You appear a soldier; _Arcadius_
+  Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged war,
+  More fit to drill a Lady, than expose
+  His body to such dangers: a small wound
+  I'th' head, may spoil the method of his hair,
+  Whose curiosity exacts more time,
+  Than his devotion, and who knows but he
+  May lose his ribond by it in his lock,
+  Dear as his Saint, with whom he would exchange
+  His head, for her gay colours; then his band
+  May [b]e disorder'd, and transform'd from Lace
+  To Cutwork, his rich cloaths be discomplexioned
+  With bloud, beside the infashionable slashes:
+  And at the next Festival take Physick,
+  Or put on black, and mourn for his slain breeches:
+  His hands cas'd up in gloves all night, and sweet
+  _Pomatum_: the next day may be endanger'd
+  To blisters with a sword, how can he stand
+  Upon his guard, who hath Fidlers in his head,
+  To which, his feet must ever be a dancing?
+  Beside a falsify may spoil his cringe,
+  Or making of a leg, in which consists
+  Much of his Court-perfection.
+
+  _Sel._ Is this Character
+  Bestow'd on him?
+
+  _Qu._ It something may concern the Gentleman,
+  Whom if you please to challenge
+  To Dance, play on the Lute, or Sing.
+
+  _Sel._ Some [catch]?
+
+  _Qu._ He shall not want those will maintain him
+  For any sum.
+
+  _Sel._ You are my Sovereign,
+  I dare not think, yet I must speak somewhat,
+  I shall burst else, I have no skill in Jiggs,
+  Nor Tumbling.
+
+  _Qu._ How Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ Nor was I born a Minstrel, and in this you have
+  So infinitely disgrac'd _Arcadius_.
+  But that I have heard another Character,
+  And with your royal Licence do believe it,
+  I should not think him worth my killing.
+
+  _Qu._ Your killing?
+
+  _Sel._ Does she not jeer me;
+  I shall talk treason presently, I find it
+  At my tongues end already, this is an
+  Affront, I'll leave her.
+
+  _Qu._ Come back, do you know _Arcadius_?
+
+  _Sel._ I ha' chang'd but little breath with him; our persons
+  Admit no familiarity; we were
+  Born to live both at distance, yet I ha' seen him
+  Fight, and fight bravely.
+
+  _Qu._ When the spirit of Wine
+  Made his brain valiant, he fought bravely.
+
+  _Sel._ Although he be my enemy, should any
+  Of the gay flies that buzze about the Court,
+  Sit to catch trouts i'th' summer, tell me so,
+  I durst in any presence but your own.
+
+  _Qu._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Tell him he were not honest.
+
+  _Qu._ I see _Sele[u]cus_, thou art resolute,
+  And I but wrong'd _Arcadius_, your first
+  Request is granted, you shall fight, and he
+  That conquers be rewarded, to confirm
+  First place and honor to his Family:
+  Is it not this you plead for?
+
+  _Sel._ You are gracious.
+
+  _Qu._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lis._ Madam.
+
+  _Cas._ She has granted then?
+
+  _Sel._ With much ado.
+
+  _Cas._ I wish thy sword may open
+  His wanton veins, _Macarius_ is too popular,
+  And has taught him to insinuate.
+
+  _Qu._ It shall
+  But haste the confirmation of our loves,
+  And ripen the delights of marriage, _Seleucus_.       [_Exit cum_ Sel.
+
+  _Lis._ As I guest,
+  It cannot be too soon.
+
+  _Cas._ To morrow then we crown her, and invest
+  My Son with Majesty, 'tis to my wishes,
+  Beget a race of Princes, my _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Lis._ First, let us marry, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ Thy brow was made
+  To wear a golden circle, I'm transported,
+  Thou shalt rule her, and I will govern thee.
+
+  _Lis._ Although you be my Father, that will not
+  Concern my obedience, as I take it.
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, Lisander, _and_ Antigonus.
+
+  Gentlemen,
+  Prepare your selves for a solemnity
+  Will turn the Kingdom into triumph, _Epire_
+  Look fresh to morrow, 'twill become your duties
+  In all your glory, to attend the Queen
+  At her Coronation, she is pleased to make
+  The next day happy in our Calendar,
+  My office doth expire, and my old blood
+  Renews with thought on't.
+
+  _Phi._ How's this?
+
+  _Ant._ Crown'd to morrow.
+
+  _Lisa._ And he so joyful to resign his Regency,
+  There's some trick in't, I do not like these hasty
+  Proceedings, and whirls of state, they have commonl[y]
+  As strange and violent effects; well, heaven save the Queen.
+
+  _Phi._ Heaven save the Queen, say I, and send her a sprightly
+  Bed-fellow, for the Protector, let him pray for
+  Himself, he is like to have no benefit of my devotion.
+
+  _Cas._ But this doth quicken my old heart, _Lisimachus_,
+  There is not any step into her throne,
+  But is the same degree of thy own state;
+  Come Gentlemen.
+
+  _Lisa._ We attend your grace.
+
+  _Cas._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lisi._ What heretofore could happen to mankind
+  Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in
+  _Sophias_ marriage of all Queens the best,
+  Heaven will come down to earth, to make me blest.              [_Exe._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius _and_ Polydora.
+
+  _Pol._ Indeed you shall not go.
+
+  _Arc._ Whither?
+
+  _Pol._ To travel,
+  I know you see me, but to take your leave,
+  But I must never yield to such an absence.
+
+  _Arc._ I prethee leave thy fears, I am commanded
+  To th' contrary, I wonot leave thee now.
+
+  _Pol._ Commanded? by whom?
+
+  _Arc._ The Queen.
+
+  _Pol._ I am very glad, for trust me, I could think
+  Of thy departure with no comfort, thou
+  Art all the joy I have, half of my soul,
+  But I must thank the Queen now for thy company,
+  I prethee, what could make thee so desirous
+  To be abroad?
+
+  _Arc._ Only to get an appetite
+  To thee _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ Then you must provoke it.
+
+  _Arc._ Nay, prethee do not so mistake thy servant.
+
+  _Pol._ Perhaps you surfeit with my Love.
+
+  _Arc._ Thy love?
+
+  _Pol._ Although I have no beauty to compare
+  With the best faces, I have a heart above
+  All competition.
+
+  _Arc._ Thou art jealous now,
+  Come let me take the kiss I gave thee last,
+  I am so confident of thee, no Lip
+  Has ravisht it from thine; I prethee come
+  To Court.
+
+  _Pol._ For what?
+
+  _Arc._ There is the throne for beauty.
+
+  _Pol._ 'Tis safer dwelling here.
+
+  _Arc._ There's none will hurt,
+  Or dare but think an ill to _Polydora_,
+  The greatest will be proud to honor thee.
+  Thy luster wants the admiration here:
+  There thou wot shine indeed, and strike a reverence
+  Into the gazer.
+
+  _Pol._ You can flatter too.
+
+  _Arc._ No praise of thee can be thought so, thy virtue
+  Will deserve all, I must confess, we Courtiers
+  Do oftentimes commend to shew our Art,
+  There is necessity sometimes to say,
+  This Madam breaths _Arabian_ Gumms,
+  Amber and Cassia; though while we are praising,
+  We wish we had no nostrils to take in
+  Th' offensive steam of her corrupted Lungs.
+  Nay, some will swear they love their Mistriss,
+  Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve
+  One of her hairs brighter than _Berinices_;
+  Or young _Apollo's_, and yet after this,
+  A favour from another toy would tempt him
+  To laugh, while the officious hangman whips
+  Her head off.
+
+  _Pol._ Fine men.
+
+  _Arc._ I am none of these,
+  Nay, there are women _Polidora_, too
+  That can do pretty well at flatteries;
+  Make men believe they dote, will languish for 'em,
+  Can kiss a Jewel out of one, and dally
+  A carcanet of Diamonds from another,
+  Weep into th' bosome, of a third, and make
+  Him drop as many Pearls; they count it nothing
+  To talk a reasonable heir within ten days
+  Out of his whole Estate, and make him mad
+  He has no more wealth to consume.
+
+  _Pol._ You'll teach me
+  To think I may be flattered in your promises,
+  Since you live where this Art is most profest.
+
+  _Arc._ I dare not be so wicked _Polidora_,
+  The Infant errors of the Court I may
+  Be guilty of, but never to abuse
+  So rare a goodness, nor indeed did ever
+  Converse with any of those shames of Court,
+  To practise for base ends; be confident
+  My heart is full of thine, and I so deeply
+  Carry the figure of my _Polydora_,
+  It is not in the power of time or distance
+  To cancel it, by all that's blest I love thee:
+  Love thee above all women, dare invoke
+  A curse when I forsake thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Let it be some
+  Gentle one.
+
+  _Arc._ Teach me an oath I prethee,
+  One strong enough to bind, if thou dost find
+  Any suspition of my faith, or else
+  Direct me in some horrid imprecation:
+  When I forsake thee for the love of other
+  Women, may heaven reward my apostacy
+  To blast my greatest happiness on earth,
+  And make all joys abortive.
+
+  _Pol._ Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry
+  Too great a penalty for breach of Love
+  To me, I am not worth thy suffering,
+  You do not know, what beauty may invite
+  Your change, what happiness may tempt your eye
+  And heart together.
+
+  _Arc._ Should all the graces of your sex conspire
+  In one, and she should court [me], with a Dowry,
+  Able to buy a Kingdom, when I give
+  My heart from _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ I suspect not,
+  And to requite thy constancy, I swear.
+
+  _Arc._ 'Twere sin to let thee waste thy breath
+  I have assurance of thy noble thoughts.
+
+        _Enter a Servant._
+
+  _Serv._ My Lord, your Uncle hath been every where
+  I' th' Court inquiring for you, his looks speak
+  Some earnest cause.
+
+  _Arc._ I am more acquainted with
+  Thy virtue, than to imagine thou wilt not
+  Excuse me now, one kiss dismisses him
+  Whose heart shall wait on _Polidora_ prethee
+  Let me not wish for thy return too often,
+  My Father.
+
+        _Enter_ Nestorius, _and a servant_.
+
+  _Nes._ I met _Arcadius_ in strange haste, he told me
+  He had been with thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Some affair too soon
+  Ravish'd him hence, his Uncle sent for him
+  You came now from Court: how looks the Queen
+  This golden morning?
+
+  _Nes._ Like a Bride, her soul
+  Is all on mirth, her eyes have quick'ning fires,
+  Able to strike a spring into the earth,
+  In winter.
+
+  _Pol._ Then _Lisimachus_ can have
+  No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams.
+
+  _Nes._ His politick Father the Protector smiles too,
+  Resolve to see the ceremony of the Queen
+  'Twill be a day of state.
+
+  _Pol._ I am not well.
+
+  _Nes._ How! not well? retire then, I must return
+  My attendance is expected, _Polidora_,
+  Be careful of thy health.
+
+  _Pol._ It will concern me.                                    [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius, _and_ Macarius.
+
+  _Arc._ You amaze me, Sir.
+
+  _Mac._ Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety
+  My honor, or my age, remove thy self,
+  Thy life's in danger.
+
+  _Arc._ Mine? who's my enemy?
+
+  _Mac._ Take horse, and instantly forsake the City,
+  Or else within some unsuspected dwelling,
+  Obscure thy self, stay not to know the reason.
+
+  _Arc._ Sir, I beseech your pardon, which i' th' number
+  Of my offences unto any, should
+  Provoke this dishonourable flight?
+
+  _Mac._ I would, when I petition'd for thy stay,
+  I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowst not
+  What threatens thee.
+
+  _Arc._ I would desire to know it,
+  I am in no conspiracy of treason,
+  Have ravish'd no mans Mistriss, not so much
+  As given the lye to any, what should mean
+  Your strange and violent fears, I will [n]ot stir
+  Until you make me sensible I have lost
+  My innocence.
+
+  _Mac._ I must not live to see
+  Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin
+  To rip thy Fathers Marble, and fetch from
+  The reverend vault, his ashes, and disperse them
+  By some rude winds, where none should ever find
+  The sacred dust: it was his Legacy,
+  The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven
+  I [sh]ould preserve _Arcadius_, whose fate
+  He prophesied in death, would need protection,
+  Thou wot disturb his ghost, and call it to
+  Affright my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me.
+
+  _Arc._ You more inflame me, to enquire the cause
+  Of your distraction, and you'll arm me better
+  Than any coward flight by acquainting me
+  Whose malice aims to kill me, good Sir tell me.
+
+  _Mac._ Then prayers and tears assist me.
+
+  _Arc._ Sir.
+
+  _Mac._ _Arcadius_,
+  Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit
+  Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed,
+  Till I prevent this mischief.                                 [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, Lisander.
+
+  _Arc._ Ha, keep off.
+
+  _Phi._ What mean you, Sir?
+
+  _Lis._ We are your friends.
+
+  _Arc._ I know your faces, but
+  Am not secure, I would not be betraid.
+
+  _Lis._ You wrong our hearts, who truly honor you.
+
+  _Arc._ They say I must be kill'd.
+
+  _Phi._ By whom?
+
+  _Arc._ I know not, nor wou'd I part with life so tamely.
+
+  _Phi._ We dare engage ours in your quarrel, hide
+  Your sword, it may beget suspition,
+  It's enough to question you.
+
+  _Arc._ I am confident;
+  Pray pardon me, come, I despise all danger:
+  Yet a dear friend of mine, my Uncle told me
+  He would not see my body full of wounds.
+
+  _Lis._ Your Uncle, this is strange.
+
+  _Arc._ Yes, my honest Uncle,
+  If my unlucky Stars have pointed me
+  So dire a fate.
+
+  _Phi._ There is some strange mistake in't.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ _Arcadius_, the Queen would speak with you,
+  You must make haste.
+
+  _Ar[c]._ Though to my death, I flie
+  Upon her summons I give up my breath
+  Then willingly, if she command it from me.
+
+  _Phi._ This does a little trouble me.
+
+  _Lis._ I know not
+  What to imagine, something is the ground
+  Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not
+  Any such danger as he apprehends.
+
+        _Enter_ Queen, Lisimachus, Macarius, Eubulus, Seleucus,
+        Arcadius, _Ladies, Attendants and Gent._
+
+  _Qu._ We have already granted to _Seleucus_
+  And they shall try their valour, if _Arcadius_
+  Have spirit in him to accept the challenge,
+  Our Royal word is past.
+
+  _Phi._ This is strange.
+
+  _Eub._ Madam, my son knew not what he ask'd,
+  And you were cruel to consent so soon.
+
+  _Mac._ Wherein have I offended, to be rob'd
+  At once, of all the wealth I have, _Arcadius_
+  Is part of me.
+
+  _Eub._ _Seleucus's_ life and mine
+  Are twisted on one thred, both stand or fall
+  Together, hath the service for my Countrey
+  Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping
+  To my eternal home? Was't not enough
+  When I was young, to lose my bloud in wars,
+  But the poor remnant that is scarcely warm
+  And faintly creeping through my wither'd veins
+  Must be let out to make you sport.
+
+  _Mac._ How can
+  We, that shall this morn see the sacred oyl,
+  Fall on your Virgin tresses, hope for any
+  Protection hereafter, when this day
+  You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you.
+  _Arcadius_, I prethee speak thy self,
+  It is for thee I plead.
+
+  _Eub._ _Seleucus_, kneel
+  And say thou hast repented thy rash suit;
+  If e'er I see thee fight, I be thus wounded,
+  How will the least drop forc'd from thy veins,
+  Afflict my heart.
+
+  _Mac._ Why, that's good;
+  _Arcadius_, speak to her; hear him Madam.
+
+  _Arc._ If you call back this honor you have done me
+  I shall repent I live, doe not perswade me:
+  _Seleucus_, thou art a noble enemy,
+  And I will love thy soul, though I despair
+  Our bodies friendly conversation:
+  I would we were to tugg upon some cliffe,
+  Or like two prodigies i'th' air, our conflict
+  Might generally be gaz'd at, and our bloud
+  Appease our grandsires ashes.
+
+  _Mac._ I am undone.
+
+  _Sel._ Madam, my father says I have offended,
+  If so, I beg your pardon, but beseech you
+  For your own glory, call not back your word.
+
+  _Eub._ They are both mad.
+
+  _Qu._ No more, we have resolv'd,
+  And since their courage is so nobly flam'd,
+  This morning we'll behold the Champions
+  Within the List, be not afraid, their strife
+  Will stretch so far as death, so soon as we
+  Are Crown'd, prepare your selves, _Seleucus_.      [_Kisses her hand._
+
+  _Sel._ I have receiv'd another life in this high favour,
+  And may lose what nature gave me.
+
+  _Qu._ _Arcadius_, to encourage thy young valour,
+  We give thee our Fathers sword.
+  Command it from our Armory; _Lisimachus_,
+  To our Coronation.                                          [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Sel._ I'll forfeit
+  My head for a rebellion, than suffer it.                      [_Exit._
+
+  _Arc._ I am circled with confusions, I'll do somewhat
+  My brains and friends assist me.                              [_Exit._
+
+  _Phi._ But do you think they'll fight indeed?
+
+  _Lis._ Perhaps
+  Her Majesty will see a bout or two.
+  And yet 'tis wondrous strange, such spectacles
+  Are rare i'th' Court, and they were to skirmish naked
+  Before her, then there might be some excuse.
+  There is gimcracks in't, the Queen is wise
+  Above her years.
+
+  _Phi._ _Macarius_ is perplex'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Lis._ I cannot blame him, but my Lord _Eubulus_
+  Returns, they are both troubled, 'las good men,
+  But our duties are expected, we forget.              [_Ex._ Phil. Lis.
+
+  _Eub._ I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe,
+  My brains upon the torture.
+
+  _Mac._ This may quit
+  The hazard of his person, whose least drop
+  Of blood, is worth more than our families.
+  My Lord _Eubulus_, I have thought a way
+  To stay the young mens desperate proceedings,
+  It is our cause they fight, let us beseech
+  The Queen, to grant us two the priviledge
+  Of Duel, rather than expose their lives
+  To eithers fury; it were pity they
+  Should run upon so black a destiny,
+  We are both old, and may be spar'd, a pair
+  Of fruitless trees, mossie, and wither'd trunks,
+  That fill up too much room.
+
+  _Eub._ Most willingly,
+  And I will praise her charity to allow it;
+  I have not yet forg[o]t to use a sword,
+  Let's lose no time, by this act, she will licence
+  Our souls to leave our bodies but a day,
+  Perhaps an hour the sooner; they may live
+  To do her better service, and be friends
+  When we are dead, and yet I have no hope
+  This will be granted, curse upon our faction.
+
+  _Mac._ If she deny us--
+
+  _Eub._ What?
+
+  _Mac._ I wou'd do somewhat--
+
+  _Eub._ There's something o' th' suddain struck upon
+  My imagination that may secure us.
+
+  _Mac._ Name it, if no dishonor wait upon't
+  To preserve them, I'll accept any danger.
+
+  _Eub._ There is no other way, and yet my heart
+  Would be excus'd, but 'tis to save his life.
+
+  _Mac._ Speak it _Eubulus_.
+
+  _Eub._ In your ear I shall,
+  It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it.
+
+  _Mac._ Hum? though it stir my bloud, I'll meet _Arcadius_,
+  If this preserve thee not, I must unseal
+  Another mistery.                                              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Queen_, Lisimachus, Cassander, Charilla, Lisander,
+        Philocles, Antigonus.
+
+  _Qu._ We owe to all your loves, and will deserve
+  At least by our endeavours, that none may
+  This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector.
+
+  _Cas._ Madam, I have no
+  Such Title now, and am blest to lose
+  That name so happily: I was but trusted
+  With a glorious burden.
+
+  _Qu._ You have prov'd
+  Your self our faithful Counsellor, and must still
+  Protect our growing state: a Kingdoms Scepter
+  Weighs down a womans arm, this Crown sits heavy
+  Upon my brow already, and we know
+  There's something more than mettal in this wreath,
+  Of shining glory, but your faith, and counsel,
+  That are familiar with mysteries,
+  And depths of state, have power to make us fit
+  For such a bearing, in which both you shall
+  Doe loyal service, and reward your Duties.
+
+  _Cas._ Heaven preserve your Highness.
+
+  _Qu._ But yet my Lords and Gentlemen, let none
+  Mistake me, that because I urge your wisdoms,
+  I shall grow careless, and impose on you
+  The managing of this great Province, no,
+  We will be active too, and as we are
+  In dignity above your persons, so,
+  The greatest portion of the difficulties
+  We call to us, you in your several places
+  Relieving us with your experience,
+  Observing in your best directions
+  All modesty, and distance; for although
+  We are but young, no action shall forfeit
+  Our royal priviledge, or encourage any
+  Too unreverent boldness; as it will become
+  Our honor to consult, e'r we determine
+  Of the most necessary things of state,
+  So we are sensible of a check,
+  But in a brow, that saucily controuls
+  Our action, presuming on our years
+  As few, or frailty of our sex; that head
+  Is not secure, that dares our power or justice.
+
+  _Phi._ She has a brave spirit, look how the Protector
+  Grows pale already.
+
+  _Qu._ But I speak to you
+  Are perfect in obedience, and may spare
+  This Theme, yet 'twas no immat[eriall]
+  Part of our character, since I desire
+  All should take notice, I have studied
+  The knowledge of my self, by which I shall
+  Better distinguish of your worth and persons
+  In your relations to us.
+
+  _Lis._ This language
+  Is but a threatening to some body.
+
+  _Qu._ But we miss some, that use not to absent
+  Their duties from us, where's _Macarius_?
+
+  _Cas._ Retir'd to grieve, your Majesty hath given
+  Consent, _Arcadius_ should enter the List
+  To day with young _Seleucus._
+
+  _Qu._ We purpose
+
+        _Enter Gentleman._
+
+  They shall proceed, what's he?
+
+  _Phil._ A Gentleman belonging to _Seleucus_ that gives notice
+  He is prepar'd, and waits your royal pleasure.
+
+  _Qu._ He was compos'd for action, give notice
+  To _Arcadius_, and admit the challenger:
+  Let other Princes boast their gaudy tilting,
+  And mockery of battles, but our triumph
+  Is celebrated with true noble valour.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus, Arcadius, _at several doors, their Pages
+        before them, bearing their Targets_.
+
+  Two young men spirited enough to have
+  Two kingdoms staked upon their swords, _Lisimachus_
+  Do not they excellently become their arms?
+  'Twere pity but they should do something more
+  Then wave their plumes.                             [_A shout within._
+  What noise is that?
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius, _and_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Mac._ The peoples joy to know us reconcil'd,
+  Is added to the jubile of the day,
+  We have no more a faction but one heart,
+  Peace flow in every bosom.
+
+  _Eub._ Throw away
+  These instruments of death, and like two friends
+  Embrace by our example.
+
+  _Qu._ This unfein'd?
+
+  _Mac._ By our duties to your self, dear Madam
+  Command them not advance, our houses from
+  This minute are incorporated; happy day
+  Our eyes at which before revenge look'd forth,
+  May clear suspition, oh my _Arcadius_!
+
+  _Eub._ We have found a nearer way to friendship, Madam,
+  Than by exposing them to fight for us.
+
+  _Qu._ If this be faithful, our desires are blest.
+  We had no thought to waste, but reconcile
+  Your bloud this way, and we did prophesie
+  This happy chance, spring into eithers bosom,
+  _Arcadius_ and _Seleucus_, what can now
+  Be added to this days felicity?
+  Yes, there is something, is there not my Lord?
+  While we are Virgin Queen.
+
+  _Cas._ Ha, that string
+  Doth promise Musick.
+
+  _Qu._ I am yet my Lords
+  Your single joy, and when I look upon,
+  What I have took, to manage the great care
+  Of this most flourishing kingdom, I incline
+  To think I shall do justice to my self,
+  If I choose one, whose strength and virtue may
+  Assist my undertaking, think you Lords,
+  A Husband would not help?
+
+  _Lis._ No question, Madam,
+  And he that [you purpose to make] so blest
+  Must needs be worthy of our humblest duty,
+  It is the general vote.
+
+  _Qu._ We will not then
+  Trouble Ambassadors to treat with any
+  Princes abroad, within our own dominion,
+  Fruitful in honor, we shall make our choice;
+  And that we may not keep you over long
+  In th[e] imagination, from this circle, we
+  Have purpose to elect; one, whom I shall
+  Salute a King and Husband.
+
+  _Lisa._ Now my Lord _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Que._ Nor shall we in this action be accus'd
+  Of rashness, since the man we shall declare
+  Deserving our affection, hath been early
+  In our opinion, which had reason first
+  To guide it, and his known nobility
+  Long marry'd to our thoughts, will justifie
+  Our fair election.
+
+  _Phi._ _Lisimachus_ blushes.
+
+  _Cas._ Direct our duties, Madam, to pray for him.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius_, you see from whence we come,
+  Pray lead us back, you may ascend.        [_She comes from the State._
+
+  _Cas._ How's this? o're-reach'd?
+
+  _Arc._ Madam, be charitable to your humblest creature,
+  Doe not reward the heart, that falls in duty
+  Beneath your feet, with making me the burden
+  Of the Court-mirth, a mockery for Pages,
+  'Twere Treason in me but to think you meane thus.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius_, you must refuse my love,
+  Or shame this Kingdom.
+
+  _Phi._ Is the wind in that corner?
+
+  _Cas._ I shall run mad _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Lisi._ Sir, contain your self.
+
+  _Sel._ Is this to be believ'd?
+
+  _Mac._ What dream is this?
+
+  _Phi._ He kisses her, now by this day I am glad on't.
+
+  _Lisa._ Mark the Protector.
+
+  _Ant._ Let him fret his heart-strings.
+
+  _Que._ Is the day cloudy on the sudden?
+
+  _Arc._ Gentlemen,
+  It was not my ambition, I durst never
+  Aspire so high in thought, but since her Majesty
+  Hath pleas'd to call me to this honor, I
+  Will study to be worthy of her grace,
+  By whom I live.
+
+  _Que._ The Church to morrow shall
+  Confirme our marriage, noble _Lisimachus_;
+  We'll find out other wayes to recompence
+  Your love to us, set forward, come _Arcadius_.
+
+  _Mac._ It must be so, and yet let me consider.
+
+  _Cas._ He insults already, policy assist me,
+  To break his neck.
+
+  _Lisi._ Who would trust Woman?
+  Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright
+  A morning rose, but now, [and now] 'tis night?              [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora, _and a Servant_.
+
+  _Pol._ Oh where shall Virgins look for faith hereafter?
+  If he prove false, after so many vowes?
+  And yet if I consider, he was tempted
+  Above the strength of a young Lover, two
+  Such glorious courting his acceptance, were
+  Able to make disloyalty no sin,
+  At least not seem a fault, a Lady first,
+  Whose very looks would thaw a man more frozen
+  Than the _Alps_, quicken a soul more dead than Winter,
+  Add to her beauty and perfection,
+  That she's a Queen, and brings with her a Kingdom
+  Able to make a great mind forfeit Heaven.
+  What could the frailty of _Arcadius_
+  Suggest, to unspirit him so much, as not
+  To fly to her embraces, you were present
+  When she declar'd her self.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes Madam.
+
+  _Pol._ Tell me,
+  Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen
+  A full temptation stood him?
+
+  _Ser._ Very little
+  My judgment could distinguish, she did no sooner
+  Propound, but he accepted.
+
+  _Pol._ That was ill,
+  He might with honor stand one or two minutes,
+  Me thinks it should have startled him a little,
+  To have rememberd me, I have deserv'd
+  At least a cold thought, well, pray give it him.
+
+  _Ser._ I shall.
+
+  _Pol._ When?
+
+  _Ser._ Instantly.
+
+  _Pol._ Not so,
+  But take a time when his joy swels him most,
+  When his delights are high and ravishing,
+  When you perceive his Soul dance in his eyes,
+  When she that must be his hath drest her beauty,
+  With all her pride, and sends a thousand _Cupids_
+  To call him to the tasting of her lip;
+  Then give him this, and tell him, while I live,
+  I'll pray for him.
+
+  _Ser._ I shall.                                             [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, _and_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cas._ There is no way but death.
+
+  _Lisi._ That's black, and horrid,
+  Consider, Sir, it was her sin, not his;
+  I cannot accuse him, what man could carry
+  A heart so frozen, not to melt at such
+  A glorious flame? Who could not fly to such
+  A happiness?
+
+  _Cas._ Have you ambition
+  To be a tame fool? see so vast an injury
+  And not revenge it? make me not suspect
+  Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Son.
+
+  _Lis._ Pray hear me, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ Hear a patient gull,
+  A property, thou hast no blood of mine,
+  If this affront provoke thee not, how canst
+  Be charitable to thy self, and let him live
+  To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent;
+  He had before crept slily into her bosome,
+  And practised thy dishonor.
+
+  _Lisi._ You begin to stir me, Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ How else could she be guilty
+  Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye
+  Of all the Kingdom, they conspir'd this stain,
+  When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love
+  And blooming hopes be scatter'd thus, and _Lisimachus_
+  Stand idle gazer?
+
+  _Lisi._ What, Sir, will his death
+  Advantage us, if she be false to me?
+  So irreligious, and to touch her person--
+  Pause, we may be observed.
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Lisa._ 'Tis the Protector
+  And his son.
+
+  _Phi._ Alas, poor Gentleman, I pitty
+  His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father.
+  ['Tis] a strange turne.
+
+  _Lisa._ The whirligigs of Women.
+
+  _Phi._ Your Graces servant.
+
+  _Cas._ I am yours Gentlemen,
+  And should be happy to deserve your loves.
+
+  _Phi._ Now he can flatter.
+
+  _Lisa._ In't Sir, to inlarge your sufferings, I have
+  A heart doth wish
+  The Q[u]een had known better to reward
+  Your love and merit.
+
+  [_Lisi._] If you would express
+  Your love to me, pray do not mention it,
+  I must obey my fate.
+
+  _Phi._ She will be married
+  To t'other Gentleman for certain then?
+
+  _Cas._ I hope you'll wish 'em joy.
+
+  _Phi._ Indeed I will, Sir.
+
+  _Lisa._ Your Graces servant.                                  [_Exit._
+
+  _Cas._ We are grown
+  Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court:
+  Here comes another.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Where's your Son, my Lord?
+
+  _Cas._ Like a neglected servant of his Mistress.
+
+  _Sel._ I would ask him a question.
+
+  _Cas._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Whether the Queen,
+  As 'tis reported, lov'd him, he can tell
+  Whether she promis'd what they talke of, marriage.
+
+  _Cas._ I can resolve you that, Sir.
+
+  _Sel._ She did promise?
+
+  _Cas._ Yes.
+
+  _Sel._ Then shee's a Woman, and your Son;
+
+  _Cas._ What?
+
+  _Sel._ Not worthy his blood, and expectation,
+  If he be calme.
+
+  _Cas._ There's no opposing destiny.
+
+  _Sel._ I would cut the Throat.
+
+  _Cas._ Whose throat?
+
+  _Sel._ The destinies, that's all, your pardon, Sir,
+  I am _Seleucus_ still, a poor shadow
+  Oth' World, a walking picture, it concerns
+  Not me, I am forgotten by my stars.
+
+  _Cas._ The Queen, with more discretion, might ha chosen Thee.
+
+  _Sel._ Whom?
+
+  _Cas._ Thee, _Seleucus_.
+
+  _Sel._ Me? I cannot dance, and frisk with due activity,
+  My body is lead, I have too much phlegme, what should
+  I do with a Kingdome? no, _Arcadius_
+  Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting
+  Aside the trick that Ladies of Blood look at,
+  Another Man might make a shift to weare
+  Rich Clothes, sit in the chair of state, and nod,
+  Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench
+  On compliment, and think the study of Armes
+  And Arts, more commendable in a Gentleman,
+  Than any Galliard.
+
+  _Cas._ _Arcadius_,
+  And you, were reconcil'd.
+
+  _Sel._ We? yes, oh yes,
+  But 'tis not manners now to say we are friends,
+  At our equality there had been reason,
+  But now subjection is the word.
+
+  _Cas._ They are not
+  Yet married.
+
+  _Sel._ I'll make no Oath upon't,
+  My Lord _Lisimachus_,
+  A word, you'll not be angry if I love you,
+  May not a Batchellor be made a Cuckold?
+
+  _Lisi._ How, Sir?
+
+  _Cas._ _Lisimachus_, this Gentleman
+  Is worth our embrace, hee's spirited,
+  And may be useful.
+
+  _Sel._ Hark you, can you tell
+  Where's the best Dancing-master? and you mean
+  To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewel
+  The noble science, that makes work for cutlers,
+  It will be out of fashion to weare swords,
+  Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you,
+  Is it not pitty any division
+  Should be heard out of Musick? Oh 'twill be
+  An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters.
+  Buy Captains, that like fools will spend your blood
+  Out of your Country, you will be of less
+  Use than your feathers, if you return unman'd
+  You shall be beaten soon to a new march,
+  When you shall think it a discretion
+  To sell your glorious buffes to buy fine pumps,
+  And pantables, this is I hope no treason.
+
+        _Enter_ Arcadius _leading the_ Queen, Charia, Eubulus, Lisander,
+        Philocles, Polidora, _servant_.
+
+  _Cas._ Wot stay _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ Yes, Sir,
+  And shew a patience above her injury.
+
+  _Arc._ This honor is too much, Madam, assume
+  Your place, and let _Arcadius_ waite still:
+  'Tis happiness enough to be your servant.
+
+  _Cas._ Now he dissembles.
+
+  _Que._ Sir, you must sit.
+
+  _Arc._ I am obedient.
+
+  _Que._ This is not Musick
+  Sprightly enough, it feeds the soul with melancholy.
+  How sayes _Arcadius_?
+
+  _Arc._ Give me leave to think
+  There is no harmony but in your voice,
+  And not an accent of your heavenly tongue,
+  But strikes me into rapture, I incline
+  To think, the tale of _Orpheus_ no fable,
+  'Tis possible he might inchant the Rocks,
+  And charme the Forrest, soften hell, hell it self,
+  With his commanding Lute, it is no miracle
+  To what you work, whose very breath conveyes
+  The hearer into Heaven, how at your lips,
+  Day-winds gather Perfumes, proudly glide away,
+  To disperse sweetness round about the world.
+
+  _Sel._ Fine stuff.
+
+  _Que._ You cannot flatter.
+
+  _Arc._ Not, if I should say,
+  Nature had plac'd you here the creatures wonder,
+  And her own spring, from which all excellence
+  On Earth's deriv'd, and copyed forth, and when
+  The character of fair, and good in others
+  Is quite worne out, and lost, looking on you
+  It is supply'd, and you alone made mortal
+  To feed, and keep alive all beauty.
+
+  _Sel._ Ha, ha, Can you indure it Gentlemen?
+
+  _Lisa._ What do you meane?
+
+  _Sel._ Nay, ask him what he meanes, mine is a down
+  Right laugh.
+
+  _Que._ Well, Sir, proceed.
+
+  _Arc._ At such bright eyes the stars do light themselves,
+  At such a forehead Swans renew their white,
+  From such a lip the morning gathers blushes.
+
+  _Sel._ The morning is more modest than thy praises,
+  What a thing does he make her?
+
+  _Arc._ And when you flie to Heaven and leave this world
+  No longer maintenance of goodness from you:
+  Then Poetry shall lose all use with us,
+  And be no more, since nothing in your absence
+  Is left, that can be worthy of a Verse.
+
+  _Sel._ Ha, ha.
+
+  _Que._ Whose that?
+
+  _Sel._ 'Twas I, Madam.
+
+  _Arc._ _Seleucus?_
+
+  _Cas._ Ha?
+
+  _Sel._ Yes, Sir, 'twas I that laugh'd.
+
+  _Arc._ At what?
+
+  _Sel._ At nothing.
+
+  _Lisa._ Contain your self, _Seleucus_.
+
+  _Eub._ Are you mad?
+
+  _Que._ Have you ambition to be punish'd, Sir?
+
+  _Sel._ I need not, 'twas punishment
+  Enough to hear him make an Idol of you, he left
+  Out the commendation of your patience, I was a little
+  Mov'd in my nature, to hear his Rodomontados, and
+  Make a monster of his Mistress, which I pitty'd first,
+  But seeing him proceed, I guest he brought you
+  Mirth with his inventions, and so made bold to laugh at it.
+
+  _Que._ You are sawcy,
+  We'll place you where you sha'not be so merry,
+  Take him away.
+
+  _Lisa._ Submit your self.
+
+  _Arc._ Let me plead for his pardon.
+
+  _Sel._ I wo'd not owe my life so poorly, beg thy own,
+  When you are King you cannot bribe your destiny.
+
+  _Eub._ Good Madam hear me, I fear he is distracted,
+  Brave boy, thou should'st be Master of a soul
+  Like his: thy honors more concern'd.
+
+  _Sel._ 'Tis charity,
+  A way wo' mee, 'boy Madam?
+
+  _Cas._ He has a daring spirit.                   [_Ex._ Sel. Eub. Cas.
+
+  _Arc._ These, and a thousand more affronts I must
+  Expect: your favors draw them all upon me;
+  In my first state I had no enemies,
+  I was secure, while I did grow beneath
+  This expectation, humble valleys thrive with
+  Their bosomes full of flowers, when the Hills melt
+  With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds,
+  Let me retire.
+
+  _Que._ And can _Arcadius_
+  At such a breath be mov'd, I had opinion
+  Your courage durst have stood a tempest for
+  Our love, can you for this incline to leave
+  What other Princes should in vain have sued for?
+  How many Lovers are in _Epire_ now
+  Would throw themselves on danger, not expect
+  One enemy, but empty their own veins,
+  And think the loss of all their blood rewarded,
+  To have one smile of us when they are dying?
+  And shall this murmur shake you?
+
+  _Arc._ Not dear Madam,
+  My life is such a poor despised thing,
+  In value your least graces, that
+  To lose it were to make my self a victory,
+  It is not for my self, I fear: the envy
+  Of others cannot fasten wound in me
+  Greater, than that your goodness should be check'd
+  So daringly.
+
+  _Que._ Let not those thoughts afflict thee,
+  While we have power to correct the offences,
+  _Arcadius_ be mine, this shall confirm it.
+
+  _Arc._ I shall forget,
+  And lose my way to heaven, that touch had been
+  Enough to have restor'd me, and infus'd
+  A spirit of a more celestial nature,
+  After the tedious absence of my soul,
+  Oh bless me not too much, one smile a day
+  Would stretch my life to mortality;
+  Poets that wrap divinity in tales,
+  Look here, and give your coppies forth of angels,
+  What blessing can remain?
+
+  _Que._ Our Marriage.
+
+  _Arc._ Place then some horrors in the way
+  For me, not you, to pass, the journeys end
+  Holds out such glories to me, I should think
+  Hell but a poor degree of suffering for it,
+  What's that, some petition? a Letter to me.
+                             _You had a Polidora, ha, that's all._
+  Ith' minu[t]e when my vessels new lanch'd forth,
+  With all my pride, and silken wings about me
+  I strike upon a Rock: What power can save me?
+  You had a _Polidora_; there's a name
+  Kill'd with grief, I can so soon forget her.
+
+  _Ser._ She did impose on me this service, Sir,
+  And while she lives she sayes, shee'll pray for you.
+
+  _Arc._ She lives,
+  That's well, and yet 'twere better, for my fame,
+  And honor, she were dead; What fate hath plac'd me
+  Upon this fearful precipice?
+
+  _Ser._ He's troubled.
+
+  _Arc._ I must resolve, my faith is violated
+  Already, yet poor loving _Polidora_
+  Will pray for me, she sayes, to think she can
+  Render me hated to my self, and every
+  Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just.
+
+  _Que._ _Arcadius._
+
+  _Arc._ That voice prevailes agen, oh _Polidora_,
+  Thou must forgive _Arcadius_, I dare not
+  Turn rebel to a Princess, I shall love
+  Thy vertue, but a Kingdom has a charme
+  To excuse our f[r]ailty, dearest Madam.
+
+  _Que._ Now set forward.
+
+  _Arc._ To perfect all our joyes.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius, _and a_ Bishop, Casander.
+
+  _Mac._ I'll fright their glories.
+
+  _Cas._ By what means?
+
+  _Mac._ Observe.
+
+  _Arc._ Our good Unckle, welcome.
+
+  _Que._ My Lord _Macarius_, we did want your person,
+  There's something in our joyes wherein you share.
+
+  _Mac._ This you intend your highness wedding day.
+
+  _Que._ We are going.
+
+  _Mac._ Save you labor
+  I have brought a Priest to meet you.
+
+  _Arc._ Reverend Father.
+
+  _Que._ Meet us, Why?
+
+  _Mac._ To tell you, that you must not Marry.
+
+  _Cas._ Didst thou hear that, _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ And wonder what will follow.
+
+  _Que._ We must not marry.
+
+  _Bish._ Madam, 'tis a rule
+  First made in heaven, and I must needs declare
+  You and _Arcadius_ must tie no knot
+  Of Man and Wife.
+
+  _Arc._ Is my Unckle mad?
+
+  _Que._ Joy has transported him,
+  Or age has made him dote, _Macarius_
+  Provoke us not too much, you will presume
+  Above our mercy.
+
+  _Mac._ I'll discharge my duty,
+  Could your frown strike me dead, my Lord, you know
+  Whose character this is.
+
+  _Cas._ It is _Theodosius_,
+  Your graces Father.
+
+  _Bis._ I am subscribed a witness.
+
+  _Phi._ Upon my life 'tis his.
+
+  _Mac._ Fear not, I'll cross this Match.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll bless thee for't.
+
+  _Arc._ Unckle, d'ee know what you do, or what we are
+  Going to finish? you will not break the neck of my glorious
+  Fortune, now my foots ith' stirrup, and mounting,
+  Throw me over the saddle? I hope you'll let one
+  Be a King, Madam, 'tis as you say,
+  My Unckle is something craz'd, there's a worm
+  In's brain, but I beseech you pardon him, he is
+  Not the first of your counsel, that has talk'd
+  Idly, d'ee hear my Lord Bishop, I hope
+  You have more Religion than to joyn with him
+  To undoe me.
+
+  _Bis._ Not I Sir, but I am commanded by oath,
+  And conscience to speak truth.
+
+  _Arc._ If your truth should do me any harm, I shall never
+  Be in charity with a Croziers staffe, look too't.
+
+  _Que._ My youngest Brother.
+
+  _Cas._ Worse and worse, my brains.                            [_Exit._
+
+  _Mac._ Deliver['d] to me an Infant with this writing,
+  To which this reverend Father is a witness.
+
+  _Lisa._ This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe?
+
+  _Que._ But what should make my Father to trust him
+  To your concealment? give abroad his death, and bury
+  An empty coffin?
+
+  _Mac._ A jealousie he had
+  Upon _Cassander_, whose ambitious brain
+  He fear'd would make no conscience to depose
+  His son, to make _Lisimachus_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Que._ He made no scruple to expose me then
+  To any danger?
+
+  _Mac._ He secur'd you, Madam,
+  By an early Engagement of your affection
+  To _Lisimachus_, exempt this testimony,
+  Had he been _Arcadius_, and my Nephew,
+  I needed not obtrude him on the state,
+  Your love and marriage had made him King
+  Without my trouble, and sav'd that ambition,
+  There was necessity to open now
+  His birth, and title.
+
+  _Phi._ _Demetrius_ alive.
+
+  _Arc._ What riddles are these, Whom do they talk of?
+
+  _Omn._ Congratulate your return to life, and honor,
+  And as becomes us, with one voice salute you,
+  _Demetrius_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Mac._ I am no Uncle, Sir, this is your Sister,
+  I should have suffer'd incest to have kept you
+  Longer ith' dark: love, and be happy both,
+  My trust is now discharg'd.
+
+  _Lisa._ And we rejoyce.
+
+  _Arc._ But do not mock me, Gentlemen,
+  May I be bold upon your words to say
+  I am Prince _Theodosius_ Son?
+
+  _Mac._ The King.
+
+  _Arc._ You'll justifie it?
+  Sister, I am very glad to see you.
+
+  _Sop._ I am to find a brother, and resign my glory,
+  My triumph is my shame.                                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander.
+
+  _Cas._ Thine ear _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Arc._ Gentlemen I owe
+  Unto your loves, as large acknowledgment
+  As to my birth, for this great honor, and
+  My study shall be equal to be thought
+  Worthy of both.
+
+  _Cas._ Thou art turn'd Marble.
+
+  _Lisi._ There will be the less charge for my Monument.
+
+  _Cas._ This must not be, sit fast young King.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Lisi._ Your sister, Sir, is gone.
+
+  _Arc._ My sister should have been my Bride, that name
+  Puts me in mind of _Polidora_, ha?
+  _Lisander, Philocles_, Gentlemen,
+  If you will have me think your hearts allow me
+  _Theodosius_ son, oh quickly snatch some wings,
+  Express it in your haste to _Polidora_,
+  Tell her what title is new dropt from heaven
+  To make her rich; onely created for me:
+  Give her the ceremony of my Queen,
+  With all the state that may become our Bride,
+  Attend her to this throne; Are you not there?
+  Yet stay, 'tis too much pride to send for her,
+  Wee'll go our self, no honor is enough
+  For _Polidora_, to redeem our fault,
+  Salute her gently from me, and, upon
+  Your knee, present her with this Diadem,
+  'Tis our first gift, tell her _Demetrius_ follows
+  To be her guest, and give himself a servant
+  To her chast bosome, bid her stretch her heart
+  To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder.              [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander, Eubulus, Soldier.
+
+  _Cas._ Where's the Captain of the Castle?
+
+  _Sol._ Hee'll attend your honors presently.
+
+  _Cas._ Give him knowledge we expect him.
+
+  _Sol._ I shall, my Lord.                                      [_Exit._
+
+  _Cas._ He is my creature, fear not,
+  And shall run any course that we propound.
+
+  _Eub._ My Lord, I like the substance of your plot,
+  'Tis promising, but matters of this consequence
+  Are not so easily perfect, and it does
+  Concern our heads to build upon secure
+  Principles, though _Seleucus_, I confess,
+  Carry a high, and daring spirit in him,
+  'Tis hard to thrust upon the state new setled
+  Any impostor, and we know not yet
+  Whether hee'll undertake to play the Prince;
+  Or if he should accept it, with what cunning
+  He can behave himself.
+
+  _Cas._ My Lord, affairs
+  Of such a glorious nature, are half finish'd,
+  When they begin with confidence.
+
+  _Eub._ Admit
+  He want no art, [n]or courage, it must rest
+  Upon the people to receive his title,
+  And with what danger their uncertain breath
+  May flatter ours, _Demetrius_ scarcely warm
+  In the Kings seat, I may suspect.
+
+  _Cas._ That reason
+  Makes for our part, for if it be so probable,
+  That young _Demetrius_ should be living, Why
+  May not we work them to believe, _Leonatus_,
+  The eldest son was, by some trick, preserv'd,
+  And now would claim his own: there were two sons,
+  Who in their Fathers life we supposed dead,
+  May not we find a circumstance to make
+  This seem as clear as t'other, let the vulgar
+  Be once possest, wee'll carry _Epire_ from
+  _Demetrius_, and the World.
+
+  _Eub._ I could be pleas'd
+  To see my Son a King.
+
+        _Enter_ Poleanus.
+
+  The Captain's here.
+
+  _Pol._ I waite your Lordships pleasure.
+
+  _Cas._ We come to visit your late prisoner:
+  I will not doubt, but you intreat him fairly,
+  He will deserve it for himself, and you
+  Be fortunate in any occasion,
+  To have exprest your service.
+
+  _Pol._ Sir, the knowledge
+  Of my honorable Lord his Father, will
+  Instruct me to behave my self with all
+  Respects becoming me, to such a son.
+
+  _Cas._ These things will least
+  Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint?
+
+  _Pol._ As one whose soul's above it.
+
+  _Eub._ Patiently?
+
+  _Pol._ With contempt rather of the great command
+  Which made him prisoner, he will talke sometimes
+  So strangely to himself.
+
+  _Eub._ Hee's here.
+
+        _Enter_ Seleucus.
+
+  _Sel._ Why was I born to be a subject? 'tis
+  Soon answer'd, sure my Father was no Prince,
+  That's all: the same ingredients use to make
+  A Man, as active, though not royal blood
+  Went to my composition, and I
+  Was gotten with as good a will perhaps,
+  And my birth cost my Mother as much sorrow,
+  As I had been born an Emperor.
+
+  _Cas._ While I look
+  Upon him, something in his face presents
+  A King indeed.
+
+  _Eub._ He does resemble much
+  _Theodosius_ too.
+
+  _Cas._ Whose son we would pretend him,
+  This will advance our plot.
+
+  _Sel._ 'Tis but a name,
+  And mere opinion, that prefers one man
+  Above another, I'll imagine then
+  I am a Prince, or some brave thing on Earth,
+  And see what follows: but it must not be,
+  My single voice will carry it, the name
+  Of King must be attended with a troop
+  Of acclamations, on whose ayrie wings
+  He mounts, and once exalted, threatens Heaven,
+  And all the stars: how to acquire this noise,
+  And be the thing I talke of, men have rise[n]
+  From a more cheap nobility to Empires,
+  From dark originals, and sordid blood,
+  Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth,
+  And flying people, have aspir'd to Kingdoms,
+  Made nations tremble, and have practis'd frowns
+  To awe the world, their memory is glorious,
+  And I would hug them in their shades, but what's
+  All this to me, that am I know not what,
+  And less in expectation?
+
+  _Pol._ Are you serious?
+
+  _Cas._ Will you assist, and run a fate with us.
+
+  _Pol._ Command my life, I owe it to your favor.
+
+  _Sel._ _Arcadius_ was once as far from being
+  As I, and had we not so cunningly
+  Been reconcil'd, or one, or both had gone
+  To seek our fortunes in another world;
+  What's the device now? If my death be next,
+  The summons shall not make me once look pale.
+
+  _Cas._ Chide your too vain suspitions, we bring
+  A life, and liberty, with what else can make
+  Thy ambition happy, th'ast a glorious flame,
+  We come to advance it.
+
+  _Sel._ How?
+
+  _Cas._ Have but a will,
+  And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to,
+  A King.
+
+  _Sel._ You do not mock me Gentlemen?
+  You are my Father, Sir.
+
+  _Eub._ This minute shall
+  Declare it, my _Seleucus_, our hearts swell'd
+  With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy!
+
+  _Sel._ What's the mistery?
+
+  _Pol._ You must be a King.
+
+  _Cas._ _Seleucus_, stay, thou art too incredulous,
+  Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee,
+  Be so rewarded.
+
+  _Eub._ I pronounce thee King,
+  Unless thy spirit be turn'd coward, and
+  Thou faint to accept it.
+
+  _Sel._ King of what?
+
+  _Cas._ Of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sel._ Although the Queen, since she sent me hither,
+  Were gone to Heaven I know not how,
+  That title could devolve to me.
+
+  _Cas._ We have
+  No Queen, since he that should have married her,
+  Is prov'd her youngest brother, and now King
+  In his own title.
+
+  _Sel._ Thank you Gentlemen,
+  There's hope for me.
+
+  _Cas._ Why, you dare fight with him
+  And need be, for the Kingdom.
+
+  _Sel._ With _Arcadius_?
+  If you'll make stakes, my life against his crown,
+  I'll fight with him, and you, and your fine Son,
+  And all the Courtiers one after another.
+
+  _Cas._ 'Two'not come to that.
+
+  _Sel._ I am of your Lordships mind, so fare you well.
+
+  _Cas._ Yet stay and hear--
+
+  _Sel._ What? that you have betray'd me:
+  Do, tell your King, my life is grown a burden,
+  And I'll confess, and make your souls look pale,
+  To see how nimble mine shall leap this battlement
+  Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poor malice.
+
+  _Omnes._ No more, long live _Leonatus_ King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sel._ _Leonatus_, Who's that?
+
+  _Cas._ Be bold, and be a King, our brains have been
+  Working to raise you to this height, here are
+  None but friends, dare you but call your self
+  _Leonatus_, and but justifie with confidence
+  What we'll proclaime you, if we do not bring
+  The Crown to your head, we [w]ill forfeit ours.
+
+  _Eub._ The state is in distraction, _Arcadius_
+  Is prov'd a King, there was an elder brother,
+  If you dare but pronounce, you are the same,
+  Forget you are my son.
+
+  _Pol._ These are no trifles, Sir, all is plotted,
+  To assure your greatness; if you will be wise,
+  And take the faire occasion that's presented.
+
+  _Sel._ _Arcadius_, you say, is lawful King,
+  And now to depose him, you would make me
+  An elder brother, is't not so?
+
+  _Cas._ Most right.
+
+  _Sel._ Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning.
+
+  _Omnes._ Upon our lives.
+
+  _Sel._ I'll venture mine, but with your pardon,
+  Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life?
+
+  _Eub._ My Lord _Cassander_.
+
+  _Sel._ And you are of his mind? and you? and think
+  This may be done?
+
+  _Eub._ The destinies shall not cross us, if you have
+  Spirit to undertake it.
+
+  _Sel._ Undertake it?
+  I am not us'd to compliment, I'll owe
+  My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship,
+  Compose me as you please, and when y'ave made
+  Me what you promise, you shall both divide
+  Me equally: one word, my Lord, I had rather
+  Live in the prison still, than be a propency
+  To advance his politick ends.
+
+  _Eub._ Have no suspition.
+
+  _Cas._ So, so, I see _Demetrius_ heels already
+  Trip'd up, and I'll dispatch him out oth' way,
+  Which gone, I can depose this at my leasure,
+  Being an Impostor, then my Son stands fair,
+  And may piece with the Princess, we lose time,
+  What think you, if we first surprize the Court?
+  While you command the Castle, we shall curbe
+  All opposition.
+
+  _Eub._ Let's proclaim him first,
+  I have some faction, the people love me,
+  They gain'd to us, wee'll fall upon the Court.
+
+  _Cas._ Unless _Demetrius_ yield himself, he bleeds.
+
+  _Sel._ Who dares call treason sin, when it succeeds?  [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+        _Enter_ Sophia, _and_ Charilla.
+
+  _Cha._ Madam, you are too passionate, and lose
+  The greatness of your soul, with the expence
+  Of too much grief, for that which providence
+  Hath eas'd you of, the burden of a state
+  Above your tender bearing.
+
+  _Sop._ Thour't a fool,
+  And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady,
+  Born great as I was, and made onely less
+  By a too cruel destiny, above
+  Our tender bearing: What goes richer to
+  The composition of Man, than ours?
+  Our soul as free, and spatious; our heart's
+  As great, our will as large, each thought as active,
+  And in this onely Man more proud than we,
+  That would have us less capable of Empire,
+  But search the stories, and the name of Queen
+  Shines bright with glory, and some precedents
+  Above Mans imitation.
+
+  _Cha._ I grant it
+  For the honor of our sex, nor have you, Madam,
+  By any weakness, forfeited command,
+  He that succeeds, in justice, was before you,
+  And you have gain'd more, in a royal brother,
+  Than you could lose by your resign of _Epire_.
+
+  _Sop._ This I allow _Charilla,_ I ha done;
+  'Tis not the thought I am depos'd afflicts me,
+  At the same time I feel a joy to know
+  My Brother living: no, there is another
+  Wound in me above cure.
+
+  _Cha_. Virtue forbid.
+
+  _Sop_. Canst find me out a Surgeon for that?
+
+  _Cha_. For what?
+
+  _Sop_. My bleeding fame.
+
+  _Cha_. Oh do not injure
+  Your own clear innocence.
+
+  _Sop_. Do not flatter me,
+  I have been guilty of an act, will make
+  All love in women question'd, is not that
+  A blot upon a Virgins name? my birth
+  Cannot extenuate my shame, I am
+  Become the stain of _Epire_.
+
+  _Cha._ 'Tis but
+  Your own opinion, Madam, which presents
+  Something to fright your self, which cannot
+  Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense.
+
+  _Sop_. Thou wod'st, but canst not appear ignorant:
+  Did not the Court, nay, the whole Kingdom, take
+  Notice, I lov'd _Lisimachus?_
+
+  _Cha._ True, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ No, I was false,
+  Though counsel'd by my Father to affect him,
+  I had my politick ends upon _Cassander_,
+  To be absolute Queen, flattering his son with hopes
+  Of love and marriage, when that very day
+  I blush to think I wrong'd _Lisimachus_,
+  That noble Gentleman, but heaven punish'd me;
+  For though to know _Demetrius_ was a blessing,
+  Yet who will not impute it my dishonor.
+
+  _Cha._ Madam, you yet may recompence _Lisimachus_,
+  If you affect him now, you were not false
+  To him, whom then you lov'd not, if you can
+  Find any gentle passion in your soul
+  To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart,
+  Though sad retains a noble will to meet it,
+  His love was firm to you, and cannot be
+  Unrooted with one storme.
+
+  _Sop._ He will not sure
+  Trust any language from her tongue that mock'd him,
+  Although my soul doth weep for't, and is punish'd
+  To love him above the world.
+
+        _Enter_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Cha._ Hee's here
+  As fate would have him reconcil'd, be free,
+  And speak your thoughts.
+
+  _Lisi._ If, Madam, I appear
+  Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon:
+  I heard you were not well, which made me haste
+  To pay the duty of an humble visit.
+
+  _Sop._ You do not mock me, Sir.
+
+  _Lisi._ I am confident
+  You think me not so lost to manners, in
+  The knowledge of your person, to bring with me
+  Such rudeness, I have nothing to present,
+  But a heart full of wishes for your health,
+  And what else may be added to your happiness.
+
+  _Sop._ I thought you had been sensible.
+
+  _Lisi._ How Madam?
+
+  _Sop._ A man of understanding, can you spend
+  One prayer for me, remembring the dishonor
+  I have done _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Lisi._ Nothing can deface that part of my
+  Religion in me, not to pray for you.
+
+  _Sop._ It is not then impossible you may
+  Forgive me too, indeed I have a soul
+  Is full of penitence, and something else,
+  If blushing would allow to give't a name.
+
+  _Lisi._ What Madam?
+
+  _Sop._ Love, a love that should redeem
+  My past offence, and make me white again.
+
+  _Lisi_. I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts
+  For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow,
+  But if you mean it any satisfaction
+  For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis
+  But a strange overflow of Charity,
+  To keep me still alive, be your self Madam,
+  And let no cause of mine, be guilty of
+  This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth
+  The least of all your tears.
+
+  _Sop._ You think 'em counterfeit.
+
+  _Lisi._ Although I may
+  Suspect a Womans smile hereafter, yet
+  I would believe their wet eyes, and if this
+  Be what you promise, for my sake, I have
+  But one reply.
+
+  _Sop._ I waite it.
+
+  _Lisi._ I have now
+  Another Mistress.
+
+  _Sop._ Stay.
+
+  _Lisi._ To whom I have made
+  Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow,
+  Which not the second malice of my fate
+  Shall violate, and she deserves it, Madam,
+  Even for that wherein you are excellent,
+  Beauty, in which she shines equal to you
+  Her vertue, if she but maintain what now
+  She is Mistress of, beyond all competition,
+  So rich it cannot know to be improv'd,
+  At least in my esteem, I may offend,
+  But truth shall justifie, I have not flatter'd her,
+  I beg your pardon, and to leave, my duty
+  Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Sop._ Did he not say, _Charilla_, that he had
+  Another Mistress?
+
+  _Cha._ Such a sound, methought,
+  Came from him.
+
+  _Sop._ Let's remove, here's too much ayre,
+  The sad note multiplies.
+
+  _Cha._ Take courage, Madam,
+  And my advice, he has another Mistress,
+  If he have twenty, be you wise, and cross him
+  With entertaining twice as many servants,
+  And when he sees your humor he'll return.
+  And sue for any Livery, grieve for this.
+
+  _Sop._ It must be she, 'tis _Polidora_ has
+  Taken his heart, she live my rival,
+  How does the thought inflame me!
+
+  _Cha. Polidora?_
+
+  _Sop._ And yet she does but justly, and he too;
+  I would have rob'd her of _Arcadius_ heart,
+  And they will both have this revenge on me,
+  But something will rebel.                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius, Philocles, Lisander.
+
+  _De._ The house is desolate, none comes forth to meet us,
+  Shee's slow to entertain us: _Philocles,_
+  I prethee tell me, did she weare no cloud
+  Upon her brow, was't freely that she said
+  We should be welcome.
+
+  _Phi._ To my apprehension,
+  Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not.
+
+  _Lisa._ She, nor any other,
+  Sure there's some conceit
+  To excuse it.
+
+  _Dem._ Stay, Who's this? observe what follows?
+
+  _Phi._ Fortune? some maske to entertain you, Sir.
+
+        _Enter Fortune crown'd, attended with Youth, Health, and
+        Pleasure._
+
+  _For._ Not yet? What silence doth inhabit here?
+  No preparation to bid Fortune welcome!
+  Fortune, the genious of the World, have we
+  Descended from our pride, and state to come,
+  So far attended with our darlings, Youth,
+  Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus?
+  Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame.
+
+        _Enter_ Fame.
+
+  _Fa._ What would great Fortune?
+
+  _For._ Know,
+  Who dwells here.
+
+  _Fa._ Once more I report great Queen,
+  This is the house of Love.
+
+  _For._ It cannot be,
+  This place has too much shade, and looks as if
+  It had been quite forgotten of the Spring,
+  And Sun-beames Love, affect society,
+  And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter,
+  No harmony, to catch the busie eare
+  Of passengers, no object of delight,
+  To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone
+  Of Lovers, no complaint of Wil[l]ow garlands,
+  Love has a Beacon upon his palace top,
+  Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime
+  To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire
+  To threaten, or to warme: Can Love dwell here?
+
+  _Fa._ If there be noble love upon the World,
+  Trust Fame, and find it here.
+
+  _For._ Make good your boast,
+  And bring him to us.
+
+  _De._ What does mean all this?
+
+  _Lisa._ I told you, Sir, we should have some device.
+
+        _Enter Love._
+
+  There's _Cupid_ now, that little Gentleman,
+  Has troubled every Masque at Court this seven year.
+
+  _Dem._ No more.
+
+  _Love._ Welcome to Love, how much you honor me!
+  It had become me, that, upon your summons,
+  I should have waited upon mighty Fortune,
+  But since you have vouchsafed to visit me;
+  All the delights Love can invent, shall flow
+  To entertain you, Musick through the ayre
+  Shoot your inticing harmony.
+
+  _For._ We came to dance and revel with you.
+
+  _Lov._ I am poor
+  In my ambition, and want thought to reach
+  How much you honor Love.                                     [_Dance._
+
+        _Enter_ Honor.
+
+  _Hon._ What intrusion's this?
+  Whom do you seek here.
+
+  _Lov._ 'Tis honor.
+
+  _For._ He my servant.
+
+  _Lov._ Fortune is come to visit us.
+
+  _Hon._ And has
+  Corrupted Love: Is this thy faith to her,
+  On whom we both waite, to betray her thus
+  To Fortunes triumph? take her giddy wheel,
+  And be no more companion to honor;
+  I blush to know thee, Who'll believe there can
+  Be truth in Love hereafter?
+
+  _Lov._ I have found
+  My eyes, and see my shame, and with it, this
+  Proud sorceress, from whom, and all her charmes,
+  I flye agen to Honor, be my guard,
+  Without thee I am lost, and cannot boast,
+  The merit of a name.
+
+  _For._ Despis'd? I shall
+  Remember this affront.
+
+  _Dem._ What Moral's this?                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Honor _with the Crown upon a mourning Cushion_.
+
+  What melancholly object strikes a sudden
+  Chillness through all my veines; and turns me Ice?
+  It is the same I sent, the very same,
+  As the first pledge of her insuing greatness:
+  Why in this mourning livery, if she live
+  To whom I sent it? ha, What shape of sorrow?
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora _in mourning_.
+
+  It is not _Polidora_, she was faire
+  Enough, and wanted not the setting off
+  With such a black: if thou beest _Polidora_,
+  Why mournes my love? it neither does become
+  Thy fortune, nor my joyes.
+
+  _Pol._ But it becomes
+  My griefs, this habit fits a funeral,
+  And it were sin, my Lord, not to lament
+  A friend new dead.
+
+  _Dem._ And I yet living? can
+  A sorrow enter but upon thy Garment,
+  Or discomplexion thy attire, whilst I
+  Enjoy a life for thee? Who can deserve,
+  Weigh'd with thy living comforts, but a piece
+  Of all this Ceremony? give him a name.
+
+  _Pol._ He was _Arcadius_.
+
+  _Dem._ _Arcadius?_
+
+  _Pol._ A Gentleman that lov'd me dearly once,
+  And does compel these poor, and fruitless drops,
+  Which willingly would fall upon his hearse,
+  To imbalme him twice.
+
+  _Dem._ And are you sure hee's dead?
+
+  _Pol._ As sure as you'r living, Sir, and yet
+  I did not close his eyes, but he is dead,
+  And I shall never see the same _Arcadius_:
+  He was a Man so rich in all that's good,
+  At least I thought him so, so perfect in
+  The rules of honor, whom alone to imitate
+  Were glory in a Prince, Nature her self,
+  Till his creation, wrought imperfectly,
+  As she had made but tryal of the rest,
+  To mould him excellent.
+
+  _Dem._ And is he dead?
+  Come, shame him not with praises, recollect
+  Thy scatter'd hopes, and let me tell my best,
+  And dearest _Polidora_, that he lives,
+  Still lives to honor thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Lives, Where?
+
+  _Dem._ Look here.
+  Am not I worth your knowledge?
+
+  _Pol._ And my duty,
+  You are _Demetrius_, King of _Epire_, Sir.
+  I could not easily mistake him so,
+  To whom I gave my heart.
+
+  _Dem._ Mine is not chang'd,
+  But still hath fed upon thy memory,
+  These honors, and additions of state
+  Are lent me for thy sake, be not so strange,
+  Let me not lose my entertainment, now
+  I am improv'd, and rais'd unto the height,
+  Beneath which, I did blush to ask thy love.
+
+  _Pol._ Give me your pardon, Sir, _Arcadius_,
+  At our last meeting, without argument,
+  To move him more than his affection to me,
+  Vow'd he did love me; love me above all Women,
+  And to confirm his heart, was truely mine,
+  He wish'd, I tremble to remember it,
+  When he forsook his _Polidora's_ love,
+  That Heaven might kill his happiness on Earth:
+  Was not this nobly said? did not this promise
+  A truth to shame the Turtles?
+
+  _Dem._ And his heart
+  Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover.
+
+  _Pol._ Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say,
+  _Arcadius_ was perjur'd, but the same day
+  Forgetting all his promises, and oathes,
+  While yet they hung upon his lips, forsook me,
+  D'ee not remember this too, gave his faith
+  From me, transported with the noise of greatness,
+  And would be married to a Kingdom.
+
+  _Dem._ But Heaven permitted not I should dispose
+  What was ordain'd for thee.
+
+  _Pol._ It was not virtue
+  In him, for sure he found no check, no sting
+  In his own bosome, but gave freely all
+  The reines to blind ambition.
+
+  _Dem._ I am wounded,
+  The thought of thee ith' throng of all my joyes,
+  Like poyson powr'd in Nectar, turnes me frantick:
+  Dear, if _Arcadius_ have made a fault,
+  Let not _Demetrius_ be punish'd for't,
+  He pleads that ever will be constant to thee.
+
+  _Pol._ Shall I believe Mans flatteries agen,
+  Lose my sweet rest, and peace of thought agen,
+  Be drawn by you, from the streight paths of virtue,
+  Into the maze of Love.
+
+  _Dem._ I see compassion in thy eye, that chides me,
+  If I have either soul, but what's contain'd
+  Within these words, or if one syllable
+  Of their full force, be not made good by me,
+  May all relenting thoughts in you take end,
+  And thy disdain be doubled, from thy pardon,
+  I'll count my Coronation; and that hour
+  Fix with a rubrick in my Calendar,
+  As an auspicious time, to entertain
+  Affairs of weight with Princes; think who now
+  Intreats thy mercy, come, thou sha't be kind,
+  And divide Titles with me.
+
+  _Pol._ Hear me, Sir,
+  I lov'd you once for virtue, and have not
+  A thought so much unguarded, as to be won
+  From my truth, and innocence with any
+  Motives of state to affect you,
+  Your bright temptation mourns while it stayes here;
+  Nor can the triumph of glory, which made you
+  Forget me, so court my opinion back,
+  Were you no King, I should be sooner drawn
+  Again to love you, but 'tis now too late,
+  A low obedience shall become me best:
+  May all the joyes I want
+  Still wait on you, if time hereafter tell you,
+  That sorrow for your fault hath struck me dead,
+  May one soft tear drop from your eye, in pitty
+  Bedew my hearse, and I shall sleep securely:
+  I have but one word more for goodness sake,
+  For your own honor, Sir, correct your passion,
+  To her you shall love next, and I forgive you.                [_Exit._
+
+  _Dem._ Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers
+  Thaw it to any softness.
+
+  _Phi._ I'll fetch her, Sir, again.
+
+  _Dem._ Perswade her not.
+
+  _Phi._ You give your passion too much leave to triumph.
+  Seek in another what she denies.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone,
+  A dangerous treason is a foot.
+
+  _Dem._ What Treason?
+
+  _Mac._ _Cassander_, and _Eubulus_ have proclaim'd
+  Another King, whom they pretend to be
+  _Leonatus_ your elder Brother, he that was,
+  But this morning prisoner in the Castle.
+
+  _Dem._ Ha?
+
+  _Mac._ The easie _Epirotes_
+  Gather in multitudes to advance his Title,
+  They have seised upon the Court, secure your person,
+  Whilst we raise power to curbe this Insurrection.
+
+  _Ant._ Lose no time then.
+
+  _Dem._ We will not Arme one Man,
+  Speak it agen, have I a brother living?
+  And must be no King.
+
+  _Mac._ What means your Grace?
+
+  _Dem._ This newes doth speak me happy, it exalts
+  My heart, and makes me capable of more
+  Than twenty Kingdoms.
+
+  _Phi._ Will you not, Sir, stand
+  Upon your guard?
+
+  _Dem._ I'll stand upon my honor,
+  Mercy relieves me.
+
+  _Lisa._ Will you lose the Kingdom?
+
+  _Dem._ The World's too poor to bribe me: leave
+  Me all, lest you extenuate my fame, and I
+  Be thought to have redeem'd it by your counsel,
+  You shall not share one scruple in the honor;
+  Titles may set a gloss upon our Name,
+  But Virtue onely is the soul of Fame.
+
+  _Mac._ He's strangely possest Gentlemen.              [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Philocles, _and_ Lisander.
+
+  _Phi._ Heres a strange turne, _Lisander_.
+
+  _Lisa._ 'Tis a Kingdom
+  Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith
+  Of multitudes?
+
+  _Phi._ It was his fault, that would
+  So tamely give his Title to their Mercy,
+  The new King has possession.
+
+  _Lisa._ And is like
+  To keep't, we are alone, what dost think of
+  This innovation? Is't not a fine Jigge?
+  A precious cunning in the late Protector
+  To shuffle a new Prince into the state.
+
+  _Phi._ I know not how they have shuffled, but my head on't,
+  A false card is turn'd up trump, but fates look to't.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander _and_ Eubulus.
+
+  _Eub._ Does he not carry it bravely?
+
+  _Cos._ Excellently.
+  _Philocles_, _Lisander_.
+
+  _Phi. Lis._ Your Lordships servants,
+  Are we not bound to heaven, for multiplying
+  These blessings on the Kingdom.
+
+  _Phi._ Heaven alone
+  Works miracles, my Lord.
+
+  _Lisa._ I think your Lordship
+  Had as little hope once to see these Princes
+  Revive.
+
+  _Phi._ Here we must place our thanks,
+  Next providence, for preserving
+  So dear a pledge.
+
+        _Enter_ Leonatus _attended_.
+
+  _Eub._ The King.
+
+  _Leo._ It is our pleasure
+  The number of our guard be doubled, give
+  A Largess to the Soldiers; but dismiss not
+  The Troops till we command.
+
+  _Cas._ May it please.
+
+  _Leo._ It will not please us otherwise, my Lord,
+  We have try'd your faith.
+
+  _Eub._ Does he not speak with confidence?
+
+  _Leo._ My Lords and Gentlemen, to whose faith we must
+  Owe next to Heaven our fortune, and our safety,
+  After a tedious eclipse, the day
+  Is bright, and we invested in those honors,
+  Our bloud, and birth did challenge.
+
+  _Cas._ May no time
+  Be registred in our annals, that shall mention
+  One that had life to oppose your sacred person.
+
+  _Leo._ Let them, whose Titles forg'd and flaw'd, suspect
+  Their states security, our right to _Epire_,
+  Heaven is oblig'd to prosper, treason has
+  No face so black to fright it, all my cares
+  Level to this, that I may worthily
+  Manage the province, and advance the honor
+  Of our dear Countrey, and be confident,
+  If an expence of bloud, may give addition
+  Of any happiness to you, I shall
+  Offer my heart the sacrifice, and rejoyce
+  To make my self a ghost, to have inscrib'd
+  Upon my marble, but whose cause I died for.
+
+  _Eub._ May Heaven avert such danger.
+
+  _Cas._ Excellent Prince,
+  In whom we see the Copy of his Father,
+  None but the Son of _Theodosius_,
+  Could have spoke thus.
+
+  _Leo._ [You] are pleas'd to interpret well,
+  Yet give me leave to say in my own justice,
+  I have but exprest the promptness of my soul
+  To serve you all, but 'tis not empty wishes
+  Can satisfie our mighty charge, a weight
+  Would make an _Atlas_ double, a Kings name
+  Doth sound harmoniously to men at distance;
+  And those who cannot penetrate beyond
+  The bark, and out-skin of a Common-wealth,
+  Or state, have eyes, but ravish'd with the Ceremony
+  That must attend a Prince, and understand not
+  What cares allay the glories of a Crown,
+  But good Kings find and feel the contrary,
+  You have try'd, my Lord, the burden, and can tell
+  It would require a Pilot of more years
+  To steer this Kingdom, now impos'd on me,
+  By justice of my birth.
+
+  _Cas._ I wish not life,
+  But to partake those happy days, which must
+  Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blest,
+  But Sir, be sparing to your self, we shall
+  Hazard our joyes in you too soon, the burden
+  Of state affairs, impose upon your counsel.
+  'Tis fitter that we waste our lives than you,
+  Call age too soon upon you with the trouble,
+  And cares that threaten such an undertaking,
+  Preserve your youth.
+
+  _Leo._ And choose you our Prote[c]tor,
+  Is't that you would conclude my Lord? We will
+  Deserve our subjects faith for our own sake,
+  Not sit an idle gazer at the helm.
+
+        _Enter Messenger._
+
+  _Phi._ How observ'd you that,
+  Mark how _Cassander's_ Planet struck.
+
+  _Eu._ He might have look'd more calmly for all that,
+  I begin to fear; but do not yet seem troubled.
+
+  _Leo._ With what news travels his haste? I must secure
+  My self betimes, not be a King in jest,
+  And wear my Crown a Tenant to their breath.
+
+  _Cas.  Demetrius,_ Sir, your brother,
+  With other Traitors that oppose your claims,
+  Are fled to the Castle of _Nestorius_,
+  And fortifie.
+
+  _Mes._ I said not so my Lord.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll have it thought so, hence.                 [_Exit Messen._
+
+  _Leo._ Plant forces to batter
+  The walls, and in their ruin bring us wor[d]
+  They live not.
+
+  _Eub._ Good Sir hear me.
+
+  _Cas._ Let it work,
+  Were _Demetrius_ dead, we easily might uncrown
+  This swoln Impostor, and my Son be fair
+  To piece with young _Sophia_, who I hear
+  Repents her late affront.
+
+  _Eub._ Their lives may do
+  You service, let not blood stain your beginnings
+  The people not yet warm in their allegeance,
+  May think it worth their tumult to revenge it
+  With hazard of your self.
+
+  _Leo._ Who dares but think it?
+  Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield,
+  _Demetrius_ must not live, my Lord your counsel,
+  What if he were in heaven?
+
+  _Cas._ You have my consent,
+  You sha'not stay long after him.
+
+  _Leo._ _Sophia_ is
+  Not my Sister,
+  To prevent all that may indanger us, we'll marry her;
+  That done, no matter though we stand discover'd,
+  For in her Title then we are King of _Epire,_
+  Without dispute.
+
+  _Cas._ Hum; in my judgement, Sir,
+  That wonot do so well.
+
+  _Leo._ What's your opinion?
+
+  _Cas._ He countermines my plot: are you so cunning.
+
+  _Leo._ What's that you mutter; Sir?
+
+  _Cas._ I mutter, Sir?
+
+  _Leo._ Best say I am no King, but some impostor
+  Rais'd up to gull the state.
+
+  _Cas._ Very fine to have said within
+  Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be,
+  Was not in the compass of High Treason
+  I take it.
+
+  _Eub._ Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not.
+
+  _Cas._ I will speak louder, do I not know him?
+  That self-same hand that rais'd him to the throne
+  Shall pluck him from it, is this my reward?
+
+  _Leo._ Our guard, to prison with him.
+
+  _Cas._ Me to prison?
+
+  _Leo._ Off with his head.
+
+  _Cas._ My head?
+
+  _Eub._ Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir.
+
+  _Cas._ How dares he be so insolent?
+  I ha' wrought my self into a fine condition,
+  Do'e know me Gentlemen?
+
+  _Phi._ Very well my Lord;
+  How are we bound to heaven for multiplying
+  These blessings on the Kingdom.
+
+  _Leo._ We allow it.
+
+  _Eub._ Counsel did never blast a Princes ear.
+
+  _Leo._ Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels,
+  _Nestorius_ house, where our proud brother has
+  Enscons'd himself, they'll entertain him lovingly,
+  He will be a good addition to the Traitors,
+  Obey me, or you dye for't, what are Kings
+  When subjects dare affront 'em?
+
+  _Cas._ I shall vex
+  Thy soul for this.
+
+  _Leo._ Away with him: when Kings
+  Frown, let offenders tremble, this flows not
+  From any cruelty in my nature, but
+  The fate of an Usurper: he that will
+  Be confirm'd great without just title to't,
+  Must lose compassion, know what's good, not do't.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Polidora _and her servant_.
+
+  _Serv._ Madam, the Princess _Sophia_.
+
+  _Pol._ I attend her Highness.
+
+        _Enter_ Sophia.
+
+  How much your grace honors your humble servant.
+
+  _Sop._ I hope my brother's well.
+
+  _Pol._ I hope so too, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ Do you but hope? he came to be your guest.
+
+  _Pol._ We are all his, whilst he is pleas'd to honor
+  This poor roof with his royal presence, Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ I came to ask your pardon _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ You never, Madam, trespass'd upon me,
+  Wrong not your goodness.
+
+  _Sop._ I can be but penitent,
+  Unless you point me out some other way
+  To satisfie.
+
+  _Pol._ Dear Madam, do not mock me.
+
+  _Sop._ There [is] no injury like that to love,
+  I find it now in my own sufferings:
+  But though I would have rob'd thee of _Arcadius_
+  Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts,
+  And punish[d] me in those joys you have found:
+  I read the story of my loss of honor,
+  Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you
+  Have met your own agen.
+
+  _Pol._ Whom do you mean?
+
+  _Sop._ My brother.
+
+  _Pol._ He is found to himself and honor,
+  He is my King, and though I must acknowledge
+  He was the glory of my thoughts, and I
+  Lov'd him, as you did, Madam, with desire
+  To be made his, reason, and duty since,
+  Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now
+  Look on him without any wish of more
+  Than to be call'd his subject.
+
+  _Sop._ Has he made
+  Himself less capable by being King?
+
+  _Pol._ Of what?
+
+  _Sop._ Of your affection.
+
+  _Pol._ With your pardon, Madam.
+  Love in that sense you mean, left _Polidora_
+  When he forsook _Arcadius_, I disclaim
+  All ties between us, more than what a name
+  Of King must challenge from my obedience.
+
+  _Sop._ This does confirm my jealousie, my heart,
+  For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value?
+
+  _Pol._ Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave
+  To answer in some other cause, or person:
+  This argument but opens a sad wound
+  To make it bleed afresh; we may change this
+  Discourse: I would elect some subject, whose
+  Praises may more delight your ear than this
+  Can mine; let's talk of young _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Sop._ Ha? my presaging fears.
+
+  _Pol._ How does your grace?
+
+  _Sop._ Well, you were talking of _Lisimachus_,
+  Pray give me your opinion of him.
+
+  _Pol._ Mine?
+  It will be much short of his worth: I think him
+  A gentleman so perfect in all goodness,
+  That if there be one in the world deserves
+  The best of women, heaven created him,
+  To make her happy.
+
+  _Sop._ You have, in a little, Madam,
+  Exprest a volume of mankind, a miracle;
+  But all have not the same degree of faith,
+  He is but young.
+
+  _Pol._ What Mistriss would desire
+  Her servant old? he has both Spring to please
+  Her eye and Summer to return a harvest.
+
+  _Sop._ He is black.
+
+  _P[o]l._ He sets a beauty off more rich,
+  And she that's fair will love him; faint complexions
+  Betray effeminate minds, and love of change:
+  Two beauties in a bed, compound few men;
+  He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman,
+  Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray
+  His modesty.
+
+  _Sop._ His proportion exceeds not.
+
+  _Pol._ That praises him, and a well compacted frame
+  Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements:
+  Vast buildings are more oft for shew than use:
+  I would not have my eyes put to the travel
+  Of many acres, e'r I could examine
+  A man from head to foot; he has no great,
+  But he may boast, an elegant composition.
+
+  _Sop._ I'll hear no more, you have so far out-done
+  My injuries to you, that I call back
+  My penitence, and must tell _Polidora_,
+  This revenge ill becomes her. Am I thought
+  So lost in soul to hear, and forgive this?
+  In what shade do I live? or shall I think
+  I have not, at the lowest, enough merit,
+  Setting aside my birth, to poize with yours:
+  Forgive my modest thoughts, if I rise up
+  In my own defence, and tell this unjust Lady
+  So great a winter hath not frozen yet
+  My cheek, but there [is] something nature planted,
+  That carries as much bloom, and spring upon't,
+  As yours. What flame is in your eye, but may
+  Find competition here? (forgive agen
+  My Virgin honor,) what is in your lip
+  To tice the enamour'd soul, to dwell with more
+  Ambition, than the yet unwither'd blush
+  That speaks the innocence of mine?
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius.
+
+  Oh brother?
+
+  _Dem._ I'll talk with you anon, my _Polidora_,
+  Allow thy patience till my breath recover,
+  Which now comes laden with the richest news
+  Thy ear was ever blest with.
+
+  _Sop._ Both your looks,
+  And voice express some welcome accident.
+
+  _Dem._ Guess what in wish could make me fortunate
+  And heaven hath dropt that on _Demetrius_.
+
+  _Sop._ What means this extasie?
+
+  _Dem._ 'Twere sin to busie
+  Thy thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee that I could
+  Retein some part; 'tis too wide a joy
+  To be exprest so soon, and yet it falls
+  In a few syllables, thou wot scarce believe me,
+  I am no King.
+
+  _Sop._ How's that!
+
+  _Pol._ Good Heaven forbid.
+
+  _Dem._ Forbid? Heaven has reliev'd me with a mercy
+  I knew not how to ask, I have, they say,
+  An elder brother living, crown'd already,
+  I only keep my name _Demetrius_,
+  Without desire of more addition,
+  Than to return thy servant.
+
+  _Pol._ You amaze me,
+  Can you rejoyce to be deposed:
+
+  _Dem._ It but
+  Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom
+  In _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ Me?
+
+  _Dem._ Did you not say,
+  Were I no King, you could be drawn to love
+  Me agen, that was consented to in Heaven:
+  A Kingdom first betraid my ambitious soul
+  To forget thee, that, and the flattering glories,
+  How willingly _Demetrius_ does resign,
+  The Angels know: thus naked without Titles
+  I throw me on thy charity, and shall
+  Boast greater Empire to be thine agen, than
+  To wear the triumphs of the world upon me.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Be not so careless of your self, the people
+  Gather in multitudes to your protection
+  Offering their lives and fortunes, if they may
+  But see you Sir, and hear you speak to 'em,
+  Accept their duties, and in time prevent
+  Your ruin.
+
+  _Sop._ Be not desperate, 'tis counsel.
+
+  _Dem._ You trouble me with noise, speak _Polidora_.
+
+  _Pol._ For your own sake preserve your self,
+  My fears distract my reason.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ Lord _Lisimachus_,
+  With something that concerns your safety, is
+  Fled hither, and desires a present hearing.
+
+  _Mac._ His soul is honest, be not, Sir, a mad man,
+  And for a Lady, give up all our freedoms.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _Pol._ I'll say any thing here, _Lisimachus_.
+
+  _Sop._ Dear brother hear him.
+
+        _Enter_ Lisimachus.
+
+  _Lis._ Sir, I come to yield
+  My self your prisoner, if my father have
+  Rais'd an Impostor to supplant your Title
+  Which I suspect, and inwardly do bleed for,
+  I shall not only, by the tender of
+  My self, declare my innocence, but either,
+  By my unworthy life, secure your person,
+  Or by what death you shall impose, reward
+  The unexpected Treason.
+
+  _Sop._ Brave young man,
+  Did you not hear him Brother?
+
+  _Lis._ I am not minded.
+
+  _Pol._ Be witness Madam, I resign my heart
+  It never was anothers, you declare
+  Too great a satisfaction, I hope
+  This will destroy your jealousie,
+  Remember now your danger.
+
+  _Dem._ I despise it,
+  What fate dares injure me?
+
+  _Lis._ Yet hear me Sir.
+
+  _Sop._ Forgive me _Polidora_, you are happy,
+  My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought
+  _Lisimachus_ had meant you for his Mistriss,
+  'Tis misery to feed, and not know where
+  To place my jealousie.
+
+        _Enter_ Macarius.
+
+  _Mac._ Now 'tis too late,
+  You may be deafe, until the Cannon make,
+  You find your sense, we are shut up now by
+  A troop of Horse, thank your self.
+
+  _Pol._ They will
+  Admit conditions.
+
+  _Sop._ And allow us quarter.                        [_A shout within._
+
+  _Pol._ We are all lost.
+
+  _Dem._ Be comforted.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ News my Lord _Cassander_ sent by the new King.
+  To bear us company.
+
+  _Dem._ Not as prisoner?
+
+  _Ant._ It does appear no otherwise, the soldiers
+  Declare how much they love him, by their noise
+  Of scorn, and joy to see him so rewarded.
+
+  _Dem._ It cannot be.
+
+  _Ant._ You'll find it presently,
+  He curses the new King, talks treason 'gainst him
+  As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here.
+
+        _Enter_ Cassander.
+
+  _Cas._ Oh let me beg untill my knees take root
+  I' th' earth, Sir, can you pardon me?
+
+  _Dem._ For what?
+
+  _Cas._ For Treason, desperate, most malicious Treason:
+  I have undone you Sir.
+
+  _Dem._ It does appear
+  You had a Will.
+
+  _Cas._ I'll make you all the recompence I can,
+  But e'r you kill me, hear me, know the man,
+  Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanc'd
+  To your throne, is an impostor, a mere counterfeit,
+  _Eubulus'_ Son.                                        [_E[xit]_ Anti.
+
+  _Dem._ It is not then our brother?
+
+  _Cas._ An insolent usurper, proud, and bloudy;
+  _Seleucus_, is no leprosie upon me?
+  There is not punishment enough in nature
+  To quit my horrid act, I have not in
+  My stock of blood, to satisfie with weeping,
+  Nor could my soul, though melted to a flood
+  Within me, gush out tears to wash my stain off.
+
+  _Dem._ How? an Impostor, what will become on's now?
+  We are at his mercy.
+
+  _Cas._ Sir, the peoples hearts
+  Will come to their own dwelling, when they see
+  I dare accuse my self, and suffer for it,
+  Have courage then young King, thy fate cannot
+  Be long compell'd.
+
+  _Dem._ Rise, our misfortune
+  Carries this good, although it lose our hopes,
+  It makes you friend with virtue, we'll expect
+  What providence will do.
+
+  _Cas._ You are too merciful.
+
+  _Lis._ Our duties shall beg heaven still to preserve you.
+
+        _Enter_ Antigonus.
+
+  _Ant._ Our enemy desires some parley, Sir.
+
+  _Lis._ 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition.
+
+  _Pol._ I'll wait upon you.
+
+  _Dem._ Thou art my Angel, and canst best instruct me,
+  Boldly present our selves, you'll with _Cassander._
+
+  _Cas._ And in death be blest
+  To find our charity.                                          [_Exit._
+
+  _Sop._ _Lisimachus._
+
+  _Lis._ Madam.
+
+  _Sop._ They will not miss your presence, the small time
+  Is spent in asking of a question.
+
+  _Lis._ I wait your pleasure.
+
+  _Sop._ Sir, I have a suit to you.
+
+  _Lis._ To me? it must be granted.
+
+  _Sop._ If you have
+  Cancell'd your kind opinion of me,
+  Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded
+  _Sophia_ in your heart, I beg the name
+  Of your new Mistriss.
+
+  _Lis._ You shall know her, Madam,
+  If but these tumults cease, and fate allow us
+  To see the Court agen, I hope you'll bring
+  No mutiny against her, but this is
+  No time to talk of Love, let me attend you.
+
+  _Sop._ I must expect, till you are pleas'd to satisfie
+  My poor request, conduct me at your pleasure.               [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Leonatus, Eubulus, Bishop, Lisander, _and_ Philocles.
+
+  _Leo._ They are too slow, dispatch new messengers,
+  To intreat 'em fairly hither, I am extasi'd,
+  Were you witness for me too? is it possible
+  I am what this affirms, true _Leonatus_,
+  And were you not my Father, was I given
+  In trust to you an Infant?
+
+  _Eub._ 'Tis a truth,
+  Our soul's bound to acknowledge, you supply'd
+  The absence and opinion of my Son.
+  Who died, but to make you my greater care
+  I know not of _Demetrius_, but suppos'd
+  Him dead indeed, as _Epire_ thought you were,
+  Your Fathers character doth want no testimony,
+  Which but compar'd with what concerns _Demetrius_
+  Will prove it self King _Theodosius_ act,
+  Your Royal Father.
+
+  _Bish._ I am subscrib'd to both his Legacies
+  By oath oblig'd to secresie, until
+  Thus fairly summon'd to reveal the trust.
+
+  _Eub._ _Cassander_ had no thought you would prove thus,
+  To whose policie I gave this aim, although
+  He wrought you up to serve but as his Engine
+  To batter young _Demetrius_, for it was
+  Your Fathers prudent jealousie, that made him
+  Give out your early deaths, as if his soul
+  Prophecy'd his own first, and fear'd to leave
+  Either of you, to the unsafe protection,
+  Of one, whose study would be to supplant
+  Your right, and make himself the King of _Epire._
+
+  _Bish._ Your Sister, fair _Sophia_, in your Fathers
+  Life, was design'd to marry with _Lisimachus_
+  That guarded her; although she us'd some Art
+  To quit her pupillage, and being absolute,
+  Declar'd love to _Demetrius_, which enforc'd
+  _Macarius_ to discover first your brother.
+
+  _Leo._ No more, lest you destroy agen _Leonatus_
+  With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet?
+  Something it was, I felt within my envy
+  Of young _Demetrius's_ fortune, there were seeds
+  Scattered upon my heart, that made it swell
+  With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot
+  Be totally eclips'd, but wherefore stays
+  _Demetrius_ and _Sophia_, at whose names
+  A gentle spirit walk'd upon my blood.
+
+        _Enter_ Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius, _Cassander_,
+        _Lisima_.
+
+  _Eub._ They are here.
+
+  _Leo._ Then thus I flie into their bosoms,
+  Nature has rectifi'd in me, _Demetrius_,
+  The wandrings of ambition, our dear Sister
+  You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read
+  Assurance there, the day is big with wonder.
+
+  _Mac._ What means all this?
+
+  _Leo._ _Lisimachus_, be dear to us,
+  _Cassander_, you are welcome too.
+
+  _Cas._ Not I,
+  I do not look for't, all this sha'not bribe
+  My conscience to your faction, and make
+  Me false agen, _Seleucus_ is no son
+  Of _Theodosius_, my dear Countrey-men
+  Correct your erring duties, and to that,
+  Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, _Demetrius_
+  Doth challenge all your knees.
+
+  _Dem._ All Love and Duty,
+  Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother
+  I am confirm'd.
+
+  _Cas._ You are t[o]o credulous,
+  What can betray your faith so much?
+
+  _Leo._ _Sophia_, you appear sad, as if your Will
+  Gave no consent to this days happiness.
+
+  _Sop._ No joy exceeds _Sophia's_ for your self.
+
+  _Lis._ With your pardon, Sir, I apprehend
+  A cause that makes her troubled, she desires
+  To know, what other Mistriss, since her late
+  Unkindness I have chosen to direct
+  My faith and service.
+
+  _Leo._ Another Mistriss?
+
+  _Lis._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Leo._ And does our Sister love _Lisimachus_?
+
+  _Sop._ Here's something would confess.
+
+  _Leo._ He must not dare
+  To affront _Sophia_.
+
+  _Cas._ How my shame confounds me,
+  I beg your justice, without pity on
+  My age.
+
+  _Leo._ Your pennance shall be, to be faithful
+  To our state hereafter,
+
+  _Omnes._ May you live long and happy,
+  _Leonatus_, King of _Epire_.
+
+  _Leo._ But where's your other Mistriss?
+
+  _Lis._ Even here, Sir.
+
+  _Leo._ Our Sister? is this another Mistriss, Sir?
+
+  _[L]is._ It holds
+  To prove my thoughts were so when she began
+  Her sorrow for neglecting me, that sweetness
+  Deserv'd, I should esteem her another Mistriss,
+  Then when she cruelly forsook _Lisimachus_,
+  Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart
+  Proud with my first devotions to serve you.
+
+  _Sop._ In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.
+
+  _Leo._ You have deceiv'd her happily,
+  Joy to you both.
+
+  _Dem._ We are ripe for the same wishes,
+  _Polidora's_ part of me.
+
+  _Pol._ He all my blessing.
+
+  _Leo._ Heaven pour full joys upon you.
+
+  _Mac._ We are all blest,
+  There wants but one to fill your arms.
+
+  _Leo._ My Mistriss,
+  And Wife shall be my Countrey, to which I
+  Was in my birth contracted, your love since
+  Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was ceremony
+    Though Kingdoms by just Titles prove our own,
+    The subjects hearts do best secure a Crown.         [_Exeunt Omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _There is no Coronation to day,
+  Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,
+  If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,
+  Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,
+  Our solemn day sets glorious, for then
+  We hope by their s[oft] influence, the men
+  Will grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,
+  (Both) how we please, and bless our covetous ear
+  With your applause, more welcome than the Bells
+  Upon a triumph, Bonfires, or what else
+  Can speak a Coronation. And though I
+  Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,
+  By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,
+  I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen._
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  COXCOMB.
+  A Comedy.
+
+
+  The Persons represented in the Play.
+
+    Ricardo, _a young Gentleman, in love with_ Viola.
+    Antonio, _the Coxcomb Gentleman_.
+    Mercurie, _fellow-traveller with_ Antonio.
+    Uberto,  }
+    Pedro,   } _three merry Gentlemen, friends to_ Ricardo.
+    Silvio,  }
+    Valerio, _a Countrey Gentleman_.
+    Curio, _Kinsman to_ Antonio.
+    Justice, _a shallow one_.
+    Andrugio, _Father to_ Viola.
+    Alexander, _servant to_ Mercurie's _Mother_.
+    Marke, _the Justice's Clerk_.
+    Rowland, _servant to_ Andrugio.
+    Tinker.
+    Constable.
+    Watch.
+    Drawer.
+    Musicians.
+
+
+  WOMEN.
+
+    Viola, _Daughter to_ Andrugio.
+    Maria, _Wife to_ Antonio.
+    A Countrey-woman, _Mother to_ Mercurie.
+    Nan _and_  } _Milk-maids._
+    Madge.     }
+    Dorothie, _the Tinkers Trull_.
+
+
+  The Scene England, France.
+
+
+  The Principal Actors were
+
+    _Nathan Field_,
+    _Giles Gary_,
+    _Rich. Allen_,
+    _Robert Benfeild._
+    _Joseph Taylor_,
+    _Emanuel Read_,
+    _Hugh Atawell_,
+    _Will. Barcksted._
+
+
+
+
+  PROLOGUE.
+
+
+  _This Comedy long forgot, by some thought dead,
+  By us preserv'd, once more doth raise her head.
+  And to your noble censures does present,
+  Her outward form, and inward ornament.
+  Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known,
+  The makers that confest it for their own
+  Were this way skilful, and without the crime
+  Of flatteries I may say did please the time;
+  The work it self too, when it first came forth,
+  In the opinion of men of worth,
+  Was well receiv'd and favour'd, though some rude
+  And harsh among th' ignorant multitude,
+  (That relish gross food, better than a dish,
+  That's cook'd with care, and serv'd into the wish,
+  Of curious pallats) wanting wit and strength,
+  Truly to judge, condemn'd it for the length,
+  That fault's reform'd, and now 'tis to be try'd
+  Before such Judges 'twill not be deny'd
+  A free and noble hearing: nor fear I,
+  But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,
+  And give you cause (and with content) to say,
+  Their care was good, that did revive this Play._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Primus.  Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Rich._ Let us make use of this stolen privacy,
+  And not loose time in protestation, Mistriss,
+  For 'twere in me a kind of breach of faith,
+  To say again I love you.
+
+  _Vio._ Sweet, speak softly
+  For though the venture of your love to me,
+  Meets with a willing, and a full return:
+  Should it arrive unto my Fathers knowledge;
+  This were our last discourse.
+
+  _Rich._ How shall he know it?
+
+  _Vio._ His watching cares are such, for my advancement,
+  That every where his eye is fix'd upon me:
+  This night that does afford us some small freedom,
+  At the request and much intreaty of
+  The Mistriss of the House, was hardly given me:
+  For I am never suffer'd to stir out,
+  But he hath spies upon me: yet I know not
+  You have so won upon me, that could I think
+  You would love faithfully (though to entertain
+  Another thought of you, would be my death)
+  I should adventure on his utmost anger.
+
+  _Rich._ Why do you think I can be false?
+
+  _Vio._ No faith,
+  You [h]ave an honest face, but if you should--
+
+  _Rich._ Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice--
+
+  _Vio._ No more, I do believe you, the dance ended,
+  Which this free womans ghests have vow'd to have
+  E'r they depart, I will make home, and store me
+  With all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trusted
+  Unto my custody, and at the next corner,
+  To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,
+  Be ready to receive me.
+
+  _Rich._ I desire
+  No bond beyond your promise, let's go in,
+  To talk thus much, before the door, may breed
+  Suspition.
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury _and_ Antonio _talking_.
+
+  _Vio._ Here are company too.
+
+  _Rich._ Away,
+  Those powers that prosper true and honest loves
+  Will bless our undertakings.
+
+  _Vio._ 'Tis my wish, Sir.                     [_Exit_ Rich. _and_ Vio.
+
+  _Mer._ Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you to
+  Too much expence already in my travel:
+  And you have been too forward in your love;
+  To make my wants your own, allow me manners
+  Which you must grant I want, should I increase,
+  The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:
+  By still consuming you, give me leave
+  To take mine own ways now, and I shall often,
+  With willingness, come to visit you, and then thank you.
+
+  _Ant._ By this hand I could be angry, what do you think me?
+  Must we that have so long time been as one
+  Seen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;
+  Been bedfellows, and in our various journey
+  Mixt all our observations, part (as if
+  We were two Carriers at two several ways,
+  And as the fore-horse guides, cry God be with you)
+  Without or compliment, or ceremony?
+  In Travellers, that know transalpine garbs,
+  Though our designs are nee'r so serious, friend,
+  It were a capital crime, it must not be:
+  Nay, what is more, you shall not; you e'r long,
+  Shall see my house, and find what I call mine
+  Is wholly at your service.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis this tires me,
+  Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing else
+  But my Will lay in the choice: but 'tis not so,
+  My friends and kindred that have part of me,
+  And such on whom my chiefest hopes depend,
+  Justly expect the tender of my love
+  After my travel: then mine own honesty
+  Tells me 'tis poor, having indifferent means
+  To keep me in my quality and rank,
+  At my return, to tire anothers bounty,
+  And let mine own grow lusty, pardon me.
+
+  _Ant._ I will not, cannot, to conclude, I dare not:
+  Can any thing conferr'd upon my friend
+  Be burthensome to me? for this excuse
+  Had I no reason else, you should not leave me,
+  By a travellers faith you should not, I have said,
+  And then you know my humor, there's no contending.
+
+  _Mer._ Is there no way to 'scape this Inundation?
+  I shall be drown'd with folly if I go:
+  And after nine days, men may take me up,
+  With my gall broken.
+
+  _Ant._ Are you yet resolv'd?
+
+  _Mer._ Wou'd you would spare me.
+
+  _Ant._ By this light I cannot
+  By all that may be sworn by.
+
+  _Mer._ Patience help me,
+  And heaven grant his folly be not catching:
+  If it be, the Town's undone, I now would give
+  A reasonable sum of gold to any Sheriff,
+  That would but lay an execution on me,
+  And free me from his company; while he was abroad,
+  His want of wit and language kept him dumb?
+  But _Balaam's_ Asse will speak now, without spurring.
+
+  _Ant._ Speak, have I won you?--
+
+        _Enter Servant and Musician._
+
+  _Mer._ You are not to be resisted.
+
+  _Ser._ Be ready I intreat you, the dance done,
+  Besides a liberal reward I have,
+  A bottle of Sherry in my power shall beget
+  New crotchets in your heads.
+
+  _Musi._ Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.
+
+  _Serv._ Go in.
+
+  _Ant._ I know this fellow.
+  Belong you to the house?
+
+  _Serv._ I serve the Mistriss.
+
+  _Ant._ Pretty, and short, pray you Sir then inform her,
+  Two Gentlemen are covetous to be honor'd,
+  With her fair presence.
+
+  _Serv._ She shall know so much,
+  This is a merry night with us, and forbid not
+  Welcome to any that looks like a man:
+  I'll guide you the way.
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, follow, I have a trick in't.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Uberto, Silvio, Richardo, Maria, Pedro, Portia, Viola,
+        _with others_.
+
+  _Uber._ Come, where's this Masque? fairest, for our chear,
+  Our thanks and service, may you long survive,
+  To joy in many of these nights.
+
+  _Mar._ I thank you.
+
+  _Uber._ We must have Musick too, or else you give us,
+  But half a welcome.
+
+  _Mar._ Pray you Sir, excuse me.
+
+  _Silv._ By no means, Lady.
+
+  _Uber._ We'll crown our liberal feast,
+  With some delightful strain fitting your love:
+  And this good company.
+
+  _Mar._ Since you enforce it,
+  I will not plead the excuse of want of skill
+  Or be, or nice, or curious, every year
+  I celebrate my marriage night; and will
+  Till I see my absent Husband.
+
+  _Uber._ 'Tis fit freedom.
+
+  _Silv._ _Richardo_ thou art dull--
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Rich._ I shall be lighter,
+  When I have had a heat.
+
+  _Mar._ Now Sir, the news?
+
+  _Serv._ Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.
+
+  _Mar._ Where?
+
+  _Serv._ Complimenting who should first enter.
+
+  _Mar._ What are they?
+
+  _Serv._ Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have you never seen
+  a Cat wash her face?
+
+  _Uber._ Yes.
+
+  _Serv._ Just such a stir they keep, if you make but haste,
+  You may see 'em yet before they enter.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonia _and_ Mercurie.
+
+  _Mer._ Let 'em be what they [will,] we'll [give] them fair
+  Entertain, and gentle welcome.
+
+  _Ant._ It shall be so.
+
+  _Mer._ Then let it be your pleasure.
+
+  _Ant._ Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have
+  Fine sport anon.
+
+  _Mer._ A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes.
+
+  _Mer._ What are they?
+
+  _Ant._ The second is a neighbors Daughter, her name is _Viola_.
+  There is my kinsmans wife, _Portia_ her name, and a
+  Friend too.
+
+  _Mer._ Let her--what's she that leads the dance?
+
+  _1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ I see that.
+
+  _1 Serv._ Indeed?
+
+  _Mer._ What?
+
+  _1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?
+
+  _2 Serv._ My Mistriss.
+
+  _Mer._ What else?
+
+  _2 Serv._ My Mistriss, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Your Mistriss? a pox on you,
+  What a fry of fools are here? I see 'tis treason to understand in
+  this house: if nature were not better to them, than they can be to
+  themselves, they would scant hit their mouths; my Mistriss? is there
+  any one with so much wit in's head, that can tell me at the first
+  fight, what Gentlewoman that is that leads the dance?
+
+  [_Ant._] 'Tis my wife.
+
+  _Mer._ Hum.
+
+  _Ant._ How dost thou like her?
+
+  _Mer._ Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Ant._ Prethee be quiet.
+
+  _Mer._ I would I could
+  Let never any hereafter that's a man,
+  That has affections in him, and free passions,
+  Receive the least tye from such a fool as this is,
+  That holds so sweet a wife, 'tis lamentable to consider truly
+  What right he robs himself of, and what wrong
+  He doth the youth of such a Gentlewoman,
+  That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,
+  Than men will please to make it so, and use it
+  Neither of which lies freely in a Husband,
+  Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?
+  If I had never seen, or never tasted
+  The goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,
+  But now to make a Cuckold is a sin
+  Against all forgiveness, worse than a murther;
+  I have a Wolf by the ears, and am bitten both ways.
+
+  _Ant._ How now friend, what are you thinking of?
+
+  _Mer._ Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.
+
+  _Ant._ Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,
+  I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall presently, the dance is done.
+
+  _1 Serv._ Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.
+
+  _Mar._ My Husband's welcome home, dear Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ She's fair still, oh that I were a knave, or durst be one,
+  For thy sake coxcomb; he that invented honesty, undid me.
+
+  _Ant._ I thought you had not known me, y'are merry 'tis well; thought,
+  And how ist with these worthy Gentlemen?
+
+  _Ub & Sil._ We are glad to see you here again.
+
+  _Ant._ Oh Gent, what ha' you lost? but get you into travels,
+  There you may learn, I cannot say what hidden virtues.
+
+  _Mer._ Hidden from you I am sure,
+ My blood boils like a furnace,
+  She's a fare one.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,
+  Fitting my most especial friend.
+
+  _Mar._ What this poor house may yield,
+  To make you welcome, dear Sir, command
+  Without more compliment.
+
+  _Mer._ I thank you:
+  She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessing
+  Is gone by me, ne'er to be recovered!
+  Well, 'twas an old shame the Devil laid up for me, and now has hit me
+  home; if there be any ways to be dishonest, and save myself yet,----
+  No, it must not be, why should I be a fool too----Yet those eyes would
+  tempt another _Adam_, how they call to me, and tell me----S'foot, they
+  shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?
+
+  _Ant._ How is't, Signior?
+
+  _Mer._ Crazie a little.
+
+  _Mar._ What ail you, Sir?
+  What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis that must do me good, she does not mock me sure?
+  And't please you nothing, my disease is only weariness.
+
+  _Ub._ Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.
+
+  _Rich._ I ha' some business, and 'tis late, and you far from your
+  lodging.
+
+  _Sil._ Well.                      [_Exit manent_, Ant. Mar. _and_ Mer.
+
+  _Ant._ Come my dear _Mercury_, I'll bring you to your chamber, and
+  then I am for you _Maria_, thou art a new wife to me now, and thou
+  shalt find it e'r I sleep.
+
+  _Mer._ And I, an old ass to my self, mine own rod whips me,--good Sir,
+  no more of this, 'tis tedious, you are the best guide in your own
+  house--go Sir--                                [_Exit_ Ant. _and_ Mer.
+  This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantick
+  From two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me.              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Uberto, Pedro, _and_ Silvio.
+
+  _Ub._ Well you must have this wench then.
+
+  _Ric._ I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.
+
+  _Ped._ Wou'd I were hang'd, 'tis a good loving little fool, that dares
+  venture her self upon a coast she never knew yet, but these women,
+  when they are once thirteen, god speed the plough.
+
+  _Sil._ Faith they'll venture further for their lading, than a
+  Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be fraughted, they
+  are mad[e] like _Carrecks_, only strength and storage.
+
+  _Ric._ Come, come, you talk, you talk.
+
+  _Sil._ We do so, but tell me _Richardo_, wot thou marry her?
+
+  _Ric._ Marry her? why, what should I do with her?
+
+  _Ped._ Pox, I thought we should have [had] all shares in her, like
+  lawful prize.
+
+  _Ric._ No by my faith, Sir, you shall pardon me, I lanch'd her at my
+  own charge, without partners and so I'll keep her.
+
+  _Ub._ What's the hour?
+
+  _Rich._ Twelve.
+
+  _Ub._ What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.
+
+  _Sil._ There's no standing here, is not this the place?
+
+  _Ric._ Yes.
+
+  _Ped._ And to go back unto her fathers house, may breed suspition,
+  Let's slip into a Tavern, for an hour, 'tis very cold.
+
+  _Ub._ Content, there is one hard by, a quart of burnt sack will
+  recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing flesh in the
+  frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating, but sure the Woodmen have
+  no great catch on't; Shall's go?
+
+  _Rich._ Thou art the strangest lover of a Tavern, What shall we do
+  there now? lose the hour and our selves too.
+
+  _Ub._ Lose a pudding; What do'st thou talk of the hour; Will one quart
+  muzle us? have we not ears to hear, and tongues to ask the Drawers,
+  but we must stand here like bawds to watch the minutes?
+
+  _Sil._ Prethee content thy self, we shall scout here, as though we
+  went a haying, and have some mangey prentice, that cannot sleep for
+  scratching, over-hear us; Come, Will you go Sirs? when your love fury
+  is a little frozen, you'll come to us.
+
+  _Ric._ Will you drink but one quart then?
+
+  _Ped._ No more i'faith.
+
+  _Sil._ Content.
+
+  _Ric._ Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.
+
+  _Ub._ As watchful as the Belman, come, I'll lead, because I hate good
+  manners, they are too tedious.                              [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Viola _with a Key, and a little Casket_.
+
+  The night is terrible, and I enclos'd
+  With that my vertue and my self hate most,
+  Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,
+  Some company, and every step I take
+  Sounds louder in my fearful ears to night
+  Than ever did, the shrill and sacred bell
+  That rang me to my prayers; the house will rise
+  When I unlock the dore, were it by day
+  I am bold enough, but then a thousand eyes
+  Warne me from going, might not [God] have made
+  A time for envious prying folk to sleep,
+  Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?
+  Yet I was bold enough, to steal this key
+  Out of my fathers Chamber, and dare yet
+  Venture upon mine enemy, the night,
+  Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friend
+  Alas how valiant, and how fraid at once
+  Love makes a Virgin! I will throw this key
+  Back through a window, I had wealth enough
+  In Jewels with me, if I hold his love
+  I steal e'm for; farewell my place of birth,
+  I never make account to look on thee again;
+  And if there be, as I have heard men say,
+  These houshold gods, I do beseech them look
+  To this my charge, bless it from theeves and fire,
+  And keep, till happily my love I win,
+  Me from thy door, and hold my Father in.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio, _and_ Drawer _with
+        a Candle_.
+
+  _Ric._ No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Faith Sir, 'tis very late.
+
+  _Ub._ Faith, Sir, you lie, is this your jack i'th' clock-house?
+  will you strike, Sir? gi's some more sack, you varlet.
+
+  _Ric._ Nay, if you love me, good _Uberto_ goe,
+  I am monstrous hot with Wine.
+
+  _Ub._ Quench it again with love, Gentlemen, I will drink one health
+  more, and then if my legs say me not shamefully nay, I will go with
+  you, give me a singular quart.
+
+  _Draw._ Of what Wine Sir?
+
+  _Uber._ Of Sack, you that speak confusion at the bar, of Sack, I say,
+  and every one his quart, what a Devil lets be merry.
+
+  _Draw._ You shall, Sir.                                       [_Exit._
+
+  _Ped._ We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.
+
+  _Sil._ And an Olive, boy, and a whole bunch of fidlers, my head swims
+  plaguely, 'uds pretious I shall be clawd.
+
+        _Enter_ Drawer _with four quarts of wine_.
+
+  _Ric._ Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise, 'tis
+  midnight Gentlemen.
+
+  _Ub._ O that it were dum midnight now, not a word more, every man on's
+  knees, and betake himself to his saint, here's to your wench,
+  seignior, all this, and then away.
+
+  _Rich._ I cannot drink it.
+
+  _Ped._ 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.
+
+  _Uber._ Now dare I speak any thing, to any body living, come, Where's
+  the fault? off with it.
+
+  _Ric._ I have broke my wind, Call you this Sack?--I wonder who made
+  it? he was a sure workman, for 'tis plaguy strong work, Is it gone
+  round?
+
+  _Ub._ 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the Moon up yet?
+
+  _Draw._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ Where is she boy?
+
+  _Draw._ There, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ We shall have rain and thunder, boy.
+
+  _Draw._ When Sir?
+
+  _Ub._ I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.
+
+  _Draw._ The Gentleman is Wine-wise.
+
+  _Uber._ Drawer?
+
+  _Draw._ Here, Sir.
+
+  _Ub._ Can you procure?
+
+  _Draw._ What Sir?
+
+  _Uber._ A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?
+
+  _Sil._ I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.
+
+  _Draw._ I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.
+
+  _Ric._ The mor's the pitty, boy, Can you not 'vize us where my Child?
+
+  [_Draw._ Neither, in troth sir.]
+
+  _Ped._ Why where were you brought up, boy? no inckling of a Whore? no
+  aym my boy?
+
+  _Uber._ It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst marry, Why
+  shouldst thou marry, tell me?
+
+  _Rich._ I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.
+
+  _Sil._ Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.
+
+  _Ric._ I cannot tell, she may be an offender; but signior _Silvio_, I
+  shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.
+
+  _Sil._ Judge me, I do but jest with thee, what an she were inverted
+  with her heeles upward, like a traitor's Coat? what care I.
+
+  _Ub._ I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?
+
+  _Rich._ I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you not talke of
+  wenches?
+
+  _Sil._ Boy, lend me your Candle.
+
+  _Draw._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Sil._ To set fire to your rotten seeling, you'll keep no Whores,
+  Rogue, no good members.
+
+  _Draw._ Whores, Sir.
+
+  _Sih._ I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with your hogsheads?
+
+  _Rich._ I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any time this three
+  weeks.
+
+  _Silv._ Wee'll beat the Town too, and thou wilt, we are proof boy;
+  Shall [wee] kill any body?
+
+  _Rich._ No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.
+
+  _Uber._ _Silv._ Now must I kill one, I cannot avoid it, boy, easily
+  afore there with your candle; Where's your Mistriss?
+
+  _Draw._ A bed, Sir.
+
+  _Sil._ With whom?
+
+  _Draw._ With my Master.
+
+  _Uber._ You lye Boy, shee's better brought up than to lye with her
+  husband, Has he not cast his head yet? next year he will be a
+  velvet-headed Cuckold.                                      [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Draw._ You are a merry Gentleman, there Sir, take hold.
+
+        _Enter_ Viola.
+
+  _Viola._ This is the place, I have out-told the Clock,
+  For haste, he is not here. _Richardo_? no;
+  Now every power that loves and is belov'd:
+  Keep me from shame to night, for all you know
+  Each thought of mine is innocent, and pure,
+  As flesh and blood can hold: I cannot back;
+  I threw the Key within, and ere I raise
+  My Father up, to see his daughters shame,
+  I'll set me down, and tell the Northern Wind,
+  That it is gentler than the curling West;
+  If it will blow me dead, but he will come;
+  I'faith 'tis cold; if he deceive me thus,
+  A woman will not easily trust a Man. Hark, What's that?
+
+  _Sil. within._ Th'art over long at thy pot, tom, tom, thou art over
+  long at the pot tom.
+
+  _Viol._ Bless me! Whose that?
+
+  _Pedro within._ Whoo!
+
+  _Uber. within._ There Boyes.
+
+  _Viol._ Darkness be thou my cover, I must fly,
+  To thee I haste for help--
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawer _with a Torch_.
+
+  _Viol._ They have a light,
+  Wind, if thou lov'st a Virgin, blow it out,
+  And I will never shut a window more,
+  To keep thee from me.
+
+  _Rich._ Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Sir.
+
+  _Rich._ Why Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ What say you, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ Why Boy? Art thou drunk Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ What would you, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ Why very good, Where are we?
+
+  _Uber._ I, that's the point.
+
+  _Draw._ Why Sir, you will be at your Lodging presently.
+
+  _Rich._ I'll go to no lodging Boy.
+
+  _Draw._ Whither will you go then, Sir?
+
+  _Rich._ I'll go no farther.
+
+  _Draw._ For Gods sake, Sir, do not stay here all night.
+
+  _Rich._ No more I will not, Boy, lay me down, and rowle me to a Whore.
+
+  _Uber._ And me.
+
+  _Ped._ There spoke an--
+
+  _Silvio._ Then set your foot to my foot, and up tailes all.
+
+  _Viola._ That is _Richardo_, what a noise they make!
+  'Tis ill done on 'em: here, Sirs, _Richardo_?
+
+  _Rich._ What's that Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ 'Tis a Wench, Sir, pray Gentlemen come away.
+
+  _Viol._ O my dear love! How doest thou?
+
+  _Rich._ [My] sweet heart? even as thou seest.
+
+  _Ped._ Where's thy Wench?
+
+  _Uber._ Where's this bed worme?
+
+  _Viol._ Speak softly for the love of heaven.
+
+  _Draw._ Mistriss, get you gone, and do not entice the Gentlemen, now
+  you see they'r drunk, or I'll call the Watch, and lay you fast enough.
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, What are you? or, What do you mean?
+  Sweet love, Where's the place?
+
+  _Ric._ Marry sweet love, e'en here, lye down, I'll feese [you].
+
+  _Vio._ Good God! What mean you?
+
+  _Ped._ I'll have the Wench.
+
+  _Uber._ If you can get her.
+
+  _Sil._ No, I'll lye with the Wench to night, and she shall be yours
+  to morrow.
+
+  _Ped._ Let go the Wench.
+
+  _Sil._ Let you go the Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ O Gentlemen, as you had mothers!
+
+  _Uber._ They had no mothers; they are the Sons of bitches.
+
+  _Ric._ Let that be maintain'd.
+
+  _Sil._ Marry then.
+
+  _Viol._ Oh bless me heaven!
+
+  _Uber._ How many is there on's?
+
+  _Ric._ About five.
+
+  _Uber._ Why then lets fight three to three.
+
+  _Sil._ Content.                                 [_Draw and fall down._
+
+  _Draw._ The Watch! the watch! the watch! Where are you?       [_Exit._
+
+  _Ric._ Where are these Cowards?
+
+  _Ped._ There's the W[h]ore.
+
+  _Viol._ I never saw a drunken man before,
+  But these I think are so.
+
+  _Sil._ Oh!
+
+  _Ped._ I mist you narrowly there.
+
+  _Viol._ My state is such, I know not how to think,
+  A prayer fit for me, only I could move,
+  That never Maiden more might be in love.                      [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Drawer, Constable _and_ Watch.
+
+  _Watch._ Where are they, Boy?
+
+  _Draw._ Make no such haste, Sir, they are no runners.
+
+  _Ub._ I am hurt, but that's all one, I shall light upon some of ye.
+  _Pedro_, thou art a tall Gentleman, let me kiss thee.
+
+  _Watch._ My friend.
+
+  _Uber._ Your friend? you lie.
+
+  _Ric._ Stand further off, the watch, you are full of fleas.
+
+  _Con._ Gentlemen, either be quiet, or we must make you quiet.
+
+  _Rich._ Nay, good Mr. Constable, be not so Rigorous.
+
+  _Uber._ Mr. Constable, lend me thy hand of Justice.
+
+  _Const._ That I will Sir.
+
+  _Uber._ Fy Mr. Constable, What golls you have! is Justice so blind
+  [She] cannot see to wash your hands? I cry you Mercy, Sir;
+  Your gloves are on.
+
+  _Draw._ Now you are up, Sir, Will you go to bed?
+
+  _Ped._ I'll truckle here, Boy, give me another pillow.
+
+  _Draw._ Will you stand up, and let me lay it on then?
+
+  _Ped._ Yes.
+
+  _Draw._ There hold him two of ye, now they are up, be going Mr.
+          Constable.
+
+  _Rich._ And this way, and that way, tom.
+
+  _Uber._ And here away, and there away, tom.
+
+  _Silv._ This is the right way, the others the wrong.
+
+  _Ped._ Th' others the wrong.
+
+  _All._ Thou art over-long at the pot, tom, tom.
+
+  _Rich._ Lead valiantly, sweet Constable, whoop! ha Boyes.
+
+  _Const._ This Wine hunts in their heads.
+
+  _Rich._ Give me the bill, for I'll be the Sergeant.
+
+  _Const._ Look to him, Sirs.
+
+  _Rich._ Keep your Ranks, you Rascalls, keep your Ranks.     [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury.
+
+  _Mer._ I cannot sleep for thinking of this Asses Wife, I'll be gon
+  presently, there's no staying here, with this Devil about me; hoe,
+  this is the house of sleep, hoe! again there, 'sfoot, the darkness,
+  and this love together, will make me lunatick; ho!
+
+        _Enter a Servingman above unready._
+
+  _Ser._ Who calls there?
+
+  _Mer._ Pray take the pains to rise and light a candle.
+
+  _Ser._ Presently.
+
+  _Mer._ Was ever man but I in such a stocks? well, this shall be a
+  warning to me, and a fair one too, how I betray my self to such a
+  Dunce, by way of benefit.
+
+        _Enter_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ser._ Did you call?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, pray do me the kindness, Sir, to let me out, and not [to]
+  enquire why, for I must needs be gone.
+
+  _Ser._ Not to night, I hope, Sir,
+
+  _Mer._ Good Sir to night, I would not have troubled you else, pray let
+  it be so.
+
+  _Ser._ Alas, Sir, my Master will be offended.
+
+  _Mer._ That I have business? no I warrant ye.
+
+  _Ser._ Good Sir take your rest.
+
+  _Mer._ Pray my good friend let me appoint my own rest.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ Then shew me the way out, I'll consider you.
+
+  _Ser._ Good Lord, Sir.
+
+  _Mer._ If I had not an excellent temper'd patience, now should I break
+  this fellows head, and make him understand 'twere necessary; the onely
+  plague of this house is the unhandsome love of servants, that ne'er do
+  their duty in the right place, but when they muster before dinner, and
+  sweep the Table with a wodden dagger, and then they are troublesome
+  too, to all mens shoulders, the Woodcocks flesht agen, now I shall
+  have a new stir.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Ant._ Why how now friend? What do you up so late? are you well? Do
+  you want any thing? pray speak.
+
+  _Mer._ Onely the cause I rise for.
+
+  _Ant._ What knaves are these? What do you want? why Sirrah?
+
+  _Mer._ Nothing i'th' World, but the keyes to let me out of dores; I
+  must be gon, be not against it, for you cannot stay me.
+
+  _Ant._ Be gon at this time? that were a merry jest.
+
+  _Mer._ If there be any mirth in't, make you use on't, but I must go.
+
+  _Ant._ Why for loves sake?
+
+  _Mer._ 'Twill benefit your understanding nothing to know the cause,
+  pray go to bed, I'll trouble your Man only.
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, Sir, you have rais'd more, that has reason to curse you,
+  and you knew all, my Wifes up, and coming down too.
+
+  _Mer._ Alas, it will be a trouble, pray go up to her, and let me
+  disturbe no more, 'tis unmannerly.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife _as out of her [b]ed_.
+
+  _Ant._ Shee's here already; sweet heart: How say you by this
+  Gentleman? he would away at midnight.
+
+  _Wife._ That I am sure he will not.
+
+  _Mer._ Indeed I must.
+
+  _Mar._ Good Sir let not your homely entertainment press you to leave
+  your bed at midnight; if you want, what my house or our town may
+  afford you, make it your own fault if you call not for it; pray go to
+  bed again; let me compel you, I am sure you have no power to deny a
+  Woman; the ayr is piercing, and to a body beaten with long travel,
+  'twill prove an ill Physitian.
+
+  _Mer._ If she speak longer I shall be a knave, as rank as ever sweat
+  for't; Sir, if you will send your Wife up presently, I will either
+  stay with you, d'ye mark me, or deliver you, so just a cause, that you
+  your self, shall thrust me out of dores, both suddenly, and willingly.
+
+  _Ant._ I would fain hear that 'faith, pray thee go up sweet heart, I
+  have half perswaded him, besides, he hath some private business with
+  me.
+
+  _Mar._ Good night, Sir, and what content you would have, I wish with
+  you.                                                          [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ Could any man that had a back ask more! O me! O me!
+
+  _Ant._ Now deal directly with me: Why should you go?
+
+  _Mer._ If you be wise do not enquire the cause, 'twill trouble you:
+
+  _Ant._ Why? prithee why?
+
+  _Mer._ 'Faith I would not have you know it, let me go, 'twill be far
+  better for you.
+
+  _Ant._ Who's that, that knocks there? i'st not at the street door?
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ Who's there, cannot you speak?
+
+  _Within Vio._ A poor distressed Maid, for gods sake let me in.
+
+  _Mer._ Let her in and me out together, 'tis but one labor, 'tis pity
+  she should stand i'th' street, it seems she knows you.
+
+  _Ant._ There she shall stand for me, you are ignorant; this is a
+  common custome of the Rogues that lie about the loose parts of the
+  City.
+
+  _Mer._ As how?
+
+  _Ant._ To knock at doors in dead time of night, and use some feigned
+  voice to raise compassion, and when the doors are open, in they rush,
+  and cut the throats of all, and take the booty, we cannot be too
+  careful.
+
+  _Within Vi._ As ever you had pity let me in, I am undone else.
+
+  _Ant._ Who are you?
+
+  _Vio._ My name is _Viola_, a Gentlewoman, that ill chance hath
+  distressed, you know my Father.
+
+  _Mer._ Alas of god we'll let her in, 'tis one of the Gentlewomen were
+  here i'th' evening, I know her by her name, (poor soul) shee's cold I
+  warrant her, let her have my warme Bed, and I'll take her fortune;
+  come, pray come.
+
+  _Ant._ It is not _Viola_, that's certain, she went home to her
+  Fathers, I am sure.
+
+  _Via._ Will not you be so good to let me in?
+
+  _Ant._ I'll be so good to have you whipt away if you stay a little
+  longer: Shee's gone I warrant her, now let me know your cause, for I
+  will hear it, and not repent the knowing.
+
+  _Mer._ Since you are so importunate, I'll tell you, I love your Wife
+  extreamly.
+
+  _Ant._ Very well.
+
+  _Mer._ And so well that I dare not stay.
+
+  _Ant._ Why?
+
+  _Mer._ For wronging you, I know I am flesh and blood, and you have
+  done me friendships infinite and often, that must require me honest,
+  and a true Man, and I will be so, or I'll break my heart.
+
+  _Ant._ Why, you may stay for all this, methinks.
+
+  _Mer._ No, though I wood be good, I am no saint, nor is it safe to try
+  me, I deal plainly.
+
+  _Ant._ Come, I dare try you, do the best you can.
+
+  _Mer._ You shall not, when I am right agen, I'll come and see you,
+  till when, I'll use all Countryes, and all means, but I will lose this
+  folly, 'tis a Divel.
+
+  _Ant._ Is there no way to stay you?
+
+  _Mer._ No, unless you will have me such a villain to you, as all men
+  shall spit at me.
+
+  _Ant._ Do's she know you love her?
+
+  _Mer._ No, I hope not, that were recompence fit for a Rogue to render
+  her.
+
+  _Ant._ If ever any had a faithful friend, I am that Man, and I may
+  glory in't, this is he, that _ipse_, he that passes all Christendome
+  for goodness, he shall not over goe me in his friendship, 'twere
+  recreant and base, and I'll be hang'd first, I am resolv'd, go thy
+  wayes, a Wife [shall] never part us: I have consider'd, and I find her
+  nothing to such a friend as thou art; I'll speak a bold world, take
+  your time and woe her, you have overcome me clearly, and do what's
+  fitting with her, you conceive me, I am glad at heart you love her: by
+  this light, ne're stare upon me, for I will not flye from it, if you
+  had spoken sooner, sure you had been serv'd; Sir, you are not every
+  Man, now to your taske, I give you free leave, and the sin is mine if
+  there be any in it.
+
+  _Mer._ He will be hang'd before he makes this good, he cannot be so
+  innocent a Coxcombe, he can tell ten sure, if I had never known you as
+  I have done, I might be one, as others perhaps sooner, but now 'tis
+  impossible, there's too much good between us.
+
+  _Ant._ Well, thou art e'en the best man--I can say no more, I am, so
+  over-joy'd, you must stay this night, and in the morning go as early
+  as you please, I have a toy for you.
+
+  _Mer._ I thought this pill would make you sick.
+
+  _Ant._ But where you mean to be I must have notice,
+  And it must be hard by too, do you mark me?
+
+  _Mer._ Why, What's the matter?
+
+  _Ant._ There is a thing in hand.
+
+  _Mer._ Why? What thing?
+
+  _Ant._ A sound one, if it take right, and you be not peevish. We two
+  will be--you would little think it; as famous for our friendship--
+
+  _Mer._ How?
+
+  _Ant._ If [God] please, as ever _Damon_ was, and _Pytheas_; or
+  _Pylades_ and _Orestes_, or any two that ever were: do you conceive me
+  yet?
+
+  _Mer._ No, by my troth, Sir; he will not help me up sure.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall anon, and for our names, I think they shall live
+  after us, and be remember'd while there is a story; or [I] lose my
+  aime.
+
+  _Mer._ What a vengeance ailes he? How do you?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes faith, we two will be such friends, as the world shall ring
+  of.
+
+  _Mer._ And why is all this?
+
+  _Ant._ You shall enjoy my wife.
+
+  _Mer._ Away, away.
+
+  _Ant._ The wonder must begin, so I have cast it, 'twill be scurvy
+  else, you shall not stir a foot in't, pray be quiet till I have made
+  it perfect.
+
+  _Mer._ What shall a Man do with this wretched fellow? there is no
+  mercy to be used towards him, he is not capable of any pitty, he will
+  in spight of course be a Cuckold, And who can help it? must it begin
+  so needs Sir?--think agen.
+
+  _Ant._ Yes marry must it, and I my self will woe this woman for you,
+  Do you perceive it now? ha?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, now I have a little sight ith' matter; O that thy head
+  should be so monstrous, that all thy Servants hats may hang upon't!
+  but do you meane to do this?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes certain, I will woe her, and for you, strive not against
+  it, 'tis the overthrow of the best plot that ever was then.
+
+  _Mer._ Nay, I'll assure you, Sir, I'll do no harm, you have too much
+  about you of your own.
+
+  _Ant._ Have you thought of a place yet?
+
+  _Mer._ A place?
+
+  _Ant._ I a place where you will bide, prethee no more of this modesty,
+  'tis foolish, and we were not determin'd to be absolute friends
+  indeed, 'twere tolerable.
+
+  _Mer._ I have thought, and you shall hear from me.
+
+  _Ant._ Why, this will gain me everlasting glory; I have the better of
+  him, that's my comfort, good night.                           [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ Good night, well go thy wayes, thou art the tydiest wittall
+  this day I think above ground, and yet thy end for all this must be
+  mottly.                                                       [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter a_ Tinker _with a Cord, and_ Dorothy.
+
+  _Tink._ 'Tis b[i]tter cold; a plague upon these Rogues, how wary they
+  are grown! not a door open now, but double barr'd; not a Window, but
+  up with a case of wood like a spice box, and their locks unpickable,
+  the very Smiths that were half venture[r]s, drink penitent, single
+  Ale, this is the Iron age, the Ballad sings of; well, I shall meet
+  with some of our loose Linnen yet, good fellows must not starve;
+  here's he shall shew God a mighties dog bolts, if this hold.
+
+  _Dorothy._ Faith thou art but too merciful, that's thy fault, thou art
+  as sweet a Thief, that sin excepted, as ever suffer'd, that's a proud
+  word, and I'll maintain it.
+
+  _Tinck._ Come, prethee let's shogg off, and browze an hour or two,
+  there's Ale will make a Cat speak, at the harrow, we shall get nothing
+  now, without we batter, 'tis grown too near morning, the Rogues sleep
+  sober, and are watchful.
+
+  _Dorit._ We want a Boy extreamly for this function, kept under for a
+  year, with milk, and knot-grass; in my time I have seen a boy do
+  wonders; _Robbin_ the red Tinker had a Boy, Rest his Soul, he suffer'd
+  this time 4 years, for two Spoons, and a Pewter Candlestick, that
+  sweet Man had a Boy, as I am Curstend Whore, would have run through a
+  Cat hole, he would have boulted such a piece of Linen in an evening--
+
+  _Tinck._ Well, we will have a Boy, prethee lets go, I am vengeance
+  cold I tell thee.
+
+  _Dorothy._ I'll be hang'd before I stir without some purchase, by
+  these ten bones, I'll turn she-ape, and untile a house, but I'll have
+  it, it may be I have a humor to be hang'd, I cannot tell.
+
+        _Enter_ Viola.
+
+  _Tinck._ Peace, you flead Whore, thou hast a mouth like a Bloodhound,
+  here comes a night-shade.
+
+  _Dorit._ A Gentlewoman Whore, by this darkness I'll case her to the
+  skin.
+
+  _Tinck._ Peace, I say.
+
+  _Viola._ What fear have I endur'd this dismal night!
+  And what disgrace, if I were seen and known!
+  In which this darkness onely is my friend,
+  That onely has undone me; a thousand curses
+  Light on my easie, foolish, childish love,
+  That durst so lightly lay a confidence
+  Upon a Man, so many being false;
+  My weariness, and weeping, makes me sleepy, I must lie down.
+
+  _Tinck._ What's this? a Prayer, or a Homily, or a Ballad of good
+  councel? she has a Gown, I am sure.
+
+  _Dor._ Knock out her brains, and then shee'll nee'r bite.
+
+  _Tinck._ Yes, I will knock her, but not yet, you? woman?
+
+  _Viol._ For Gods sake what are you?
+
+  _Tinck._ One of the groomes of your wardrobe, come, uncase, uncase;
+  byr Lady a good Kersey.
+
+  _Vio._ Pray do not hurt me, Sir.
+
+  _Dor._ Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall cut your
+  whistle.
+
+  _Viol._ Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable as you can make
+  me any way.
+
+  _Dor._ That shall be try'd.
+
+  _Vio._ Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.
+
+  _Tink._ Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets _Doll_, there may be
+  birds.
+
+  _Dor._ They are flown, a pox go with them, I'll have this Hat, and
+  this Ruffe too, I like it, now will I flourish like a Lady, brave,
+  I faith boy.
+
+  _Vio._ Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,
+  That by my truth I could live with you.
+
+  _Tin._ Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well bloudded, I am
+  for her, Theeves.
+
+  _Dor._ But by this I am not, coole your Codpiece, Rogue, or I'll clap
+  a spell upon't, shall take your edge off with a very vengeance.
+
+  _Tin._ Peace, horse-flesh, peace, I'll cast off my Amazon, she has
+  walk'd too long, and is indeed notorious, shee'll fight and scould,
+  and drink like one of the worthies.
+
+  _Dort._ Uds, pretious you young contagious Whore, must you be ticing?
+  and, Is your flesh so wranck, Sir, that two may live upon't? I am glad
+  to hear your Cortalls grown so lusty; he was dry founder'd t'other
+  day, wehee my pamper'd Jade of _Asia_.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Woman do not hurt me, I am sorry that I have given any
+  cause of anger.
+
+  _Dor._ Either bind her quickly, and come away, or by this steel I'll
+  [tell], though I truss for company; now could I eate her broyl'd, or
+  any way, without Vinegar, I must have her Nose.
+
+  _Vio._ By any thing you love best, good Sir, good Woman.
+
+  _Tin._ Why her Nose, _Dorothy_?
+
+  _Dor._ If I have it not, and presently [and] warm, I lose that I go
+  withal.
+
+  _Tin._ Wood the Devil had that thou goest withall, and thee together,
+  for sure he got thy whelps if thou hast any, shees thy deere dad,
+  Whore! put up your cutpurse; an I take my switch up, 'twill be a black
+  time with you else, sheth your bung Whore.
+
+  _Dor._ Will you bind her? we shall stand here prating, and be hang'd
+  both.
+
+  _Tin._ Come, I must bind you, not a word, no crying.
+
+  _Vio._ Do what you will, indeed I will not cry.
+
+  _Tin._ Hurt her not, if thou dost, by Ale and Beer, I'll clout thy old
+  bald brain pan, with a piece of Brass, you Bitch incarnate.
+                                         [_Exeunt_ Tinker _and_ Dorothy.
+
+  _Viola._ O [God], to what am I reserv'd, that knew not
+  Through all my childish hours and actions,
+  More sin, than poor imagination,
+  And too much loving of a faithless Man?
+  For which I'm paid, and so, that not the day
+  That now is rising to protect the harmless,
+  And give the innocent a sanctuary
+  From theeves and spoilers, can deliver me
+  From shame, at least suspition--
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio.
+
+  _Val._ Sirrah, lead down the horses easily, I'll walke a foot till I
+  be down the hill, 'tis very early, I shall reach home betimes. How
+  now, whose there?
+
+  _Vio._ Night, that was ever friend to Lovers, yet
+  Has rais'd some weary Soul, that hates his bed,
+  To come and see me blush, and then laugh at me.
+
+  _Val._ H'ad a rude heart that did this.
+
+  _Vio._ Gentle Sir,
+  If you have that which honest men call pitty,
+  And be as far from evil as you shew;
+  Help a poor Maid, that this night by bad fortune
+  Has been thus us'd by Robbers.
+
+  _Val._ A pox upon his heart that would not help thee, this Thief was
+  half a Lawyer by his bands, How long have you been tyed here?
+
+  _Viol._ Alas, this hour, and with cold and fear am almost perisht.
+
+  _Val._ Where were the watch the while? good sober Gent. they were like
+  careful members of the City, drawing in diligent Ale, and singing
+  catches, while Mr. Constable contriv'd the Tosts: these fellows would
+  be more severely punisht than wandring Gipsies, that every statute
+  whips; for if they had every one two eyes a piece more, three pots
+  would put them out.
+
+  _Viol._ I cannot tell, I found no Christian to give me succor.
+
+  _Val._ When they take a Thief, I'll take _Ostend_ agen; the whorsons
+  drink Opium in their Ale, and then they sleep like tops; as for their
+  bills, they only serve to reach down Bacon to make Rashers on; now let
+  me know whom I have done this courtesie too, that I may thank my early
+  rising for it.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, All I am, you see.
+
+  _Val._ You have a name I'm sure, and a kindred, a Father, friend, or
+  something that must own you; shee's a handsome young Wench; What
+  Rogues were these to Rob her?
+
+  _Vio._ Sir, you see all I dare reveale,
+  And as you are a Gentleman press me no further;
+  For there begins a grief, whose bitterness
+  Will break a stronger heart than I have in me,
+  And 'twill but make you heavy with the hearing,
+  For your own goodness sake desire it not.
+
+  _Val._ If you would not have me enquire that, How do you live then?
+
+  _Viol._ How I have liv'd, is still one question,
+  Which must not be resolv'd--
+  How I desire to live, is in your liking,
+  So worthy an opinion I have of you.
+
+  _Val._ Is in my liking? How I pray thee? tell me, i'faith I'll do you
+  any good lies in my power; she has an eye would raise a bedrid man;
+  come, leave your fear, and tell me, that's a good Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, I would serve--
+
+  _Val._ Who would'st thou serve? do not weep and tell me.
+
+  _Viol._ Faith, Sir, even some good woman, and such a wife if you be
+  married, I do imagine yours.
+
+  _Val._ Alas! thou art young and tender, let me see thy hand, this was
+  ne'er made to wash, or wind up water, beat cloaths, or rub a floor, by
+  this light, for one use that shall be nameless, 'tis the best wanton
+  hand that e're I lookt on.
+
+  _Vio._ Dare you accept me, Sir, my heart is honest,
+  Among your vertuous charitable deeds,
+  This will not be the least.
+
+  _Val._ Thou canst in a Chamber?
+
+  _Vio._ In a Chamber, Sir?
+
+  _Val._ I mean wait there upon a Gentlewoman,
+  How quick she is, I like that mainly too;
+  I'll have her, though I keep her with main strength like a besieged
+  Town, for I know I shall have the Enemy afore me within a week.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, I can sow too, and make pretty laces,
+  Dress a head handsome, teach young Gentlewomen,
+  For in all these I have a little knowledge.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis well, no doubt I shall encrease that knowledge; I like her
+  better still, how she provokes me; pritty young Maid, you shall serve
+  a good Gentlewoman, though I say't, that will not be unwilling you
+  should please me, nor I forgetful if you do.
+
+  _Viol._ I am the happier.
+
+  _Val._ My man shall make some shift to carry you behind him, Can you
+  ride well?
+
+  _Viola._ But I'll hold fast for catching of a fall.
+
+  _Val._ That's the next way to pull another on you, I'll work her as I
+  go, I know shee's wax, now, now, at this time could I beget a Worthy
+  on this Wench.
+
+  _Viol._ Sir, for this Gentleness, may Heaven requite you tenfold.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis a good Wench, however others use thee, be sure I'll be a
+  loving Master to thee, come.                                [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio _like an Irish Footman, with a Letter_.
+
+  _Ant._ I hope I am wild enough, for being known, I have writ a Letter
+  here, and in it have abus'd my self most bitterly, yet all my fear is
+  not enough, for that must do it, that must lay it on, I'll win her out
+  i'th' flint, 'twill be more famous, now for my language.
+
+        _Enter_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ser._ Now, Sir, Who would you speak with?
+
+  _Ant._ Where be thy Mastres Man? I would speak with her,
+  I have a Letter.
+
+  _Ser._ Cannot I deliver it?
+
+  _Ant._ No, by my trot, and fait, can'st thou not Man.
+
+  _Ser._ Well, Sir, I'll call her to you, pray shake your ears without a
+  little.                                            [_Exit_ Servingman.
+
+  _Ant._ Cran a Cree do it quickly; this rebbel tonge sticks in my teeth
+  worse than a tough Hen, sure it was ne'er known at Babel, for they
+  sould no Apples, and this was made for certain at the first planting
+  of Orchards,'tis so crabbed.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife, _and_ Servingman.
+
+  _Mar._ What's he wood speak with me?
+
+  _Ser._ A kill kenny ring, there he stands Madam.
+
+  _Mar._ What would you have with me, friend?
+
+  _Ant._ He has a Letter for other Women, Wilt thou read it.
+
+  _Mar._ From whence?
+
+  _Ant._ De Crosse creest from my Master.
+
+  _Mar._ Who is your Master?
+
+  _Ant._ I pray do you look.
+
+  _Mar._ Do you know this fellow?
+
+  _Ser._ No Maddam, not I; more than an _Irish_ Footman, stand further
+  friend, I do not like your roperunners, What stallion Rogues are
+  these, to weare such dowsetts, the very Cotton may commit adultery.
+
+  _Mar._ I cannot find whose hand this should be, I'll read, To the
+  beauteous wife of _Don Antonio_, sure this is some blind scribe--well
+  now, What follows?
+
+  _Ant._ Pray God it take, I have given her that, will stir her
+  conscience, how it works with her; hope, if it be thy will, let the
+  flesh have it.
+
+  _Mar._ This is the most abhor'd, intollerable knavery, that ever slave
+  entertain'd, sure there is more than thine own head in this villany,
+  it goes like practic'd mischiefe; disabled in his body? O good God, as
+  I live he lies fearfully, and basely, ha? I should know that Jewel,
+  'tis my husband, come hither shat, Are you an Irish Man?
+
+  _Ant._ Sweete Woman a Cree I am an Irish man.
+
+  _Mar._ Now I know it perfectly; is this your trick, Sir? I'll trick
+  you for it; How long have you serv'd this Gentleman.
+
+  _Ant._ Please thee a little day, O my _Mac dermond_ put me to my
+  Mastree, 'tis don I know.
+
+  _Mar._ By my faith he speaks as well as if he had been lousy for the
+  language a year or two; well, Sir, you had been better have kept your
+  own shape as I will use you, What have I done that should deserve this
+  tryal? I never made him Cuckold, to my knowledge, Sirrah come hither.
+
+  _Ant._ Now will she send some Jewel, or some Letter, I know her mind
+  as well; I shall be famous.
+
+  _Mar._ Take this Irish bawde here.
+
+  _Ant._ How?
+
+  _Mar._ And kick him till his breeches and breech be of one colour, a
+  bright blew both.
+
+  _Ant._ I may be well swing'd thus, for I dare not reveale my self, I
+  hope she does not mean it, O hone, O hone, O St. _Patricke_, O a Cree,
+  O sweet Woman.
+
+  _Mar._ No, turn him, and kick him o't'other side, that's well.
+
+  _Ant._ O good waiting Man, I beseech thee good waiting man, a pox fyre
+  your Legs.
+
+  _Mar._ You Rogue, you enemy to all, but little breeches,
+  How dar'st thou come to me with such a Letter?
+
+  _Ant._ Prethee pitty the poor Irishman, all this makes for me, if I
+  win her yet, I am still more glorious.
+
+  _Mar._ Now could I weep at what I have done, but I'll harden my heart
+  agen, go shut him up, 'till my husband comes home, yet thus much ere
+  ye go, sirrah thach'd head, Would'st not thou be whipt, and think it
+  Justice? well _Aquavitae_ Barrel, I will bounce you.
+
+  _Ant._ I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.
+
+  _Mar._ O you hobby headed Rascal, I'll have you flead, and trossers
+  made of thy skin to tumble in, go a way with him, let him see no sun,
+  till my husband come home, Sir, I shall meet with you for your
+  knavery, I fear it not.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou not let me go? I do not like this.
+
+  _Mar._ Away with him.
+
+  _Servingman._ Come, I'll lead you in by your Jack a lent hair, go
+  quietly, or I'll make your crupper crack.
+
+  _Mar._ And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have done, make my
+  Coach ready.
+
+  _Serving._ Yes forsooth.            [_Exit_ Servingman _with_ Antonio.
+
+  _Mar._ Lock him up safe enough, I'll to this Gentleman, I know the
+  reason of all this business, for I do suspect it, If he have this
+  plot, I'll ring him such a peal, shall make his eares deaf for a month
+  at least.                                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo.
+
+  _Ric._ Am I not mad? Can this weak temper'd head,
+  That will be mad with drink, endure the wrong
+  That I have done a Virgin, and my Love?
+  Be mad, for so thou ought'st, or I will beate
+  The walls and trees, down with thee, and will let
+  Either thy memory out, or madness in;
+  But sure I never lov'd fair _Viola_,
+  I never lov'd my Father, nor my Mother,
+  Or any thing but drink; had I had love;
+  Nay, had I known so much charity,
+  As would have sav'd an Infant from the fire,
+  I had been naked, raving in the street;
+  With halfe a face, gashing my self with knives,
+  Two houres ere this time.
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro, Silvio, Uberto.
+
+  _Ped._ Good morrow Sir.
+
+  _Rich._ Good morrow Gentlemen, shall we go drink agen?
+  I have my wits.
+
+  _Ped._ So have I, but they are unsetled ones, would I had some
+  porrige.
+
+  _Rich._ The Tavern boy was here this morning with me
+  And told me, that there was a Gentlewoman,
+  Which he took for a Whore, that hung on me:
+  For whom we quarrel'd, and I know not what.
+
+  _Ped._ I faith nor I.
+
+  _Ube._ I have a glimmering of some such thing.
+
+  _Rich._ Was it you, _Silvio_,
+  That made me drink so much? 'twas you or _Pedro_.
+
+  _Ped._ I know not who.
+
+  _Sil._ We [were] all apt enough.
+
+  _Rich._ But I will lay the fault on none but me,
+  That I would be so entreated, come _Silvio_,
+  Shall we go drink agen, come Gentlemen,
+  Why do you stay, let's never leave off now,
+  Whil'st we have Wine, and Throats, I'll practise it,
+  Till I have made it my best quality;
+  For what is best for me to do but that?
+  For [Gods] sake come and drink; when I am nam'd,
+  Men shall make answer, Which _Richardo_ mean you?
+  The excellent drinker? I will have it so,
+  Will you go drink?
+
+  _Silv._ We drunk too much too lately.
+
+  _Rich._ Why there is then the less behind to drink,
+  Let's end it all, dispatch that, wee'l send abroad,
+  And purchase all the Wine the world can yield,
+  And then drink it off, then take the fruits o'th' earth,
+  Distil the Juice from them, and drink that off;
+  Wee'l catch the rain before it fall to ground,
+  And drink off that that never more may grow;
+  Wee'l set our mouths to Springs, and drink them off,
+  And all this while wee'l never think of those
+  That love us best, more than we did last night.
+  We will not give unto the poor a drop
+  Of all this drink, but when we see them weep,
+  Wee'l run to them, and drink their tears off too,
+  Wee'l never leave whilst there is heat or moisture,
+  In this large globe, but suck it cold and dry,
+  Till we have made it Elemental earth,
+  Merely by drinking.
+
+  _Ped._ Is't flattery to tell you, you are mad?
+
+  _Rich._ If it be false,
+  There's no such way to bind me to a Man;
+  He that will have me, lay my goods and lands,
+  My life down for him, need no more, but say,
+  _Richardo_ thou art mad, and then all these
+  Are at his service, then he pleases me,
+  And makes me think that I had vertue in me,
+  That I had love, and tenderness of heart,
+  That though I have committed such a fault,
+  As never creature did, yet running mad,
+  As honest men should do for such a crime,
+  I have exprest some worth, though it be late:
+  But I alas have none of these in me,
+  But keep my wits still like a frozen Man,
+  That had no fire within him.
+
+  _Sil._ Nay, good _Richardo_ leave this wild talk, and send a letter to
+  her, I'll deliver it.
+
+  _Rich._ 'Tis to no purpose; perhaps she's lost last night,
+  Or she got home agen, she's now so strictly
+  Look'd to, the wind can scarce come to her, or admit
+  She were her self; if she would hear from me,
+  From me unworthy, that have us'd her thus,
+  She were so foolish, that she were no more
+  To be belov'd.
+
+        _Enter_ Andrugio _and_ Servant _with a Night-gown._
+
+  _Ser._ Sir, we have found this night-gown she took with her.
+
+  [_An._ Where?]
+
+  _Rich._ Where? where? speak quickly.
+
+  _Ser._ Searching in the Suburbs, we found a Tinker and his Whore that
+  had it in a Tap-house, whom we apprehended, and they confest they
+  stole it from her.
+
+  _Rich._ And murthered her?
+
+  _Sil._ What aile you man?
+
+  _Rich._ Why all this doth not make me mad.
+
+  _Sil._. It does, you would not offer this else, good _Pedro_ look to
+  his sword.
+
+  _Ser._ They do deny the killing of her, but swore they left her tyed
+  to a Tree, in the fields, next those Suburbs that are without our
+  Ladies gate, near day, and by the Rode, so that some passinger must
+  needs unty her quickly.
+
+  _And._ The will of Heaven be done! Sir, I will only entreat you this,
+  that as you were the greatest occasion of her loss, that you will be
+  pleased to urge your friends, and be your self earnest in the search
+  of her; if she be found, she is yours, if she please, I my self only,
+  see these people better examin'd, and after follow some way in search,
+  God keep you Gentlemen.                                       [_Exit._
+
+  _Sil._ Alas good man!
+
+  _Ric._ What think you now of me, I think this lump
+  Is nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'd
+  Without a soul, for where there's so much spirit
+  As would but warm a flea, those faults of mine
+  Would make it glow, and flame in this dull heart,
+  And run like molten gold through every sin,
+  Till it could burst these walls, and fly away.
+  Shall I intreat you all to take your horses,
+  And search this innocent?
+
+  _Ped._ With all our hearts.
+
+  _Ric._ Do not divide your selves till you come there,
+  Where they say she was ty'd, I'll follow too,
+  But never to return till she be found.
+  Give me my sword good _Pedro_, I will do
+  No harm, believe me, with it, I am now
+  Farr better temper'd; if I were not so,
+  I have enow besides, God keep you all,
+  And send us good success.                                   [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury, _and_ Servant.
+
+  _Mer._ Who is it? can you tell?
+
+  _Ser._ By my troth, Sir, I know not, but 'tis a Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ A Gentleman, I'll lay my life, you puppy, h'as sent his Wife to
+  me: if he have, fling up the bed.
+
+  _Ser._ Here she is, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Wife _with a Letter_.
+
+  _Wife._ I am glad I found you Sir, there, take your Letter, and keep
+  it till you have another friend to wrong, 'tis too malicious false to
+  make me sin, you have provoked me to be that I love not, a talker,
+  and you shall hear me.
+  Why should you dare to imagine me
+  So light a huswife, that from four hours knowledge
+  You might presume to offer to my credit
+  This rude and ruffian tryal, I am sure
+  I never courted you, nor gave you tokens,
+  That might concern assurance, you are a fool.
+
+  _Mer._ I cannot blame you now, I see this letter,
+  Though you be angry, yet with me you must not,
+  Unless you'l make me guilty of a wrong,
+  My worst affections hate----
+
+  _Wife._ Did not you send it?
+
+  _Mer._ No, upon my faith, which is more, I understand it not; the hand
+  is as far from my knowledge, as the malice.
+
+  _Wife._ This is strange.
+
+  _Mer._ It is so, and had been stranger, and indeed more hateful,
+  Had I, that have receiv'd such courtesies, and owe so many
+  Thanks, done this base office.
+
+  _Wife._ Your name is at it.
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, but not my nature, and I shall hate my name worse than the
+  manner, for this base broking; you are wise and vertuous, remove this
+  fault from me; for on the love I bear to truth and goodness, this
+  Letter dare not name me for the author.
+
+  _Wife._ Now I perceive my husbands knavery, if [my] man can but find
+  where he has been, I will goe with this Gentleman whatsoever comes
+  on't: and as I mean to carry it, both he and all the World shall think
+  it fit, and thank me for it.
+
+  _Mer._ I must confess I loved you, at first, however this made me
+  leave your house unmannerly, that might provoke me to do something
+  ill, both to your honor and my faith, and not to write this Letter,
+  which I hold so truly wicked, that I will not think on't.
+
+  _Wife._ I do believe you, and since I see you are free, my words were
+  not meant to you, but this is not the half of my affliction.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I enquire?
+
+  _Wife._ Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.
+
+  _Mer._ Your husband? it cannot be: I pitty her, how she's vext!
+
+        _Enter_ Servant.
+
+  _Wife._ How now? What news? nay speak, for we must know.
+
+  _Ser._ Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he has been.
+
+  _Wife._ Where?
+
+  _Ser._ In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be well with
+  him.
+
+  _Wife._ Why?
+
+  _Serv._ There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,
+  I cannot yet enquire.
+
+  _Wife._ I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,
+  What shall I do?
+
+  _Mer._ Be not so grieved, before you know the truth, you have time
+  enough to weep, this is the sodain'st mischief; Did you not bring an
+  Officer to search there, where you say you found his cloaths.
+
+  _Ser._ Yes, and we searcht it, and charg'd the fellow with him: but
+  he, like a Rogue, stubborn Rogue, made answer, he knew not where he
+  was; he had been there, but where he was now, he could not tell: I
+  tell you true, I fear him.
+
+  _Wife._ Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him, After this 3 years
+  travel, come to this?
+
+  _Ser._ It is the rankest house in all the City, the most cursed roguy
+  Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.
+
+  _Mer._ This is the worst I heard yet; Will you go home? I'll bear you
+  company, and give you the best help I may: this being here will wrong
+  you.
+
+  _Wife._ As you are a Gentleman, and as you lov'd your dead friend,
+  let me not go home, that will but heap one sorrow on another.
+
+  _Mer._ Why propose any thing and I'll perform't; I am at my wits end
+  too.
+
+  _Ser._ So am I, O my dear Master!
+
+  _Mer._ Peace you great fool.
+
+  _Wife._ Then good Sir carry me to some retir'd place, far from the
+  sight of this unhappy City, whether you will indeed, so it be far
+  enough.
+
+  _Mer._ If I might Councel you, I think 'twere better to go home,
+  And try what may be done yet, he may be at home afore you, Who
+          can tell?
+
+  _Wife._ O no, I know he's dead, I know he's murder'd; tell me not of
+  going home, you murder me too.
+
+  _Mer._ Well, since it pleases you to have it so, I will no more
+  perswade you to go home, I'll be your guide in the Countrey, as your
+  grief doth command me, I have a Mother dwelling from this place some
+  20 miles: the house though homely, yet able to shew something like a
+  welcome; thither I'll see you safe with all your sorrows.
+
+  _Wife._ With all the speed that may be thought upon; I have a Coach
+  here ready, good Sir quickly; I'll fit you my fine husband.
+
+  _Mer._ It shall be so; if this fellow be dead, I see no band of any
+  other Man, to tye me from my will, and I will follow her with such
+  careful service, that she shall either be my Love, or Wife; Will you
+  walk in?
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you, Sir, but one word with my Man, and I am ready;
+  keep the _Irish_ fellow safe, as you love your life, for he I fear has
+  a deep hand in this, then search agen, and get out warrants for that
+  naughty man, that keeps the bad house, that he may answer it, if you
+  find the body, give it due burial; farewel. You shall hear from me,
+  keep all safe.                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+  _Ser._ O my sweet Master!
+
+        Antonio _knocking within_.
+
+  _Ant. within._ Man-a-cree, the Devil take thee, Wilt thou kill me
+  here? I prethee now let me goe seek my Master, I shall be very cheel
+  else.
+
+        _Enter Servant._
+
+  _Ser._ Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe, and you keep
+  not still, down you rogue.
+
+  _Ant._ Good sweet fact serving-man, let me out I beseech de, and by my
+  trot I will give dye Worship 2 shillings in good argott, to buy dy
+  Worship pippines.
+
+  _Ser._ This rogue thinks all the worth of man consists in Peepins; by
+  this light I'll beat rebellion out of you for ever.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee all I have
+  about me.
+
+  _Ser._ I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.
+
+  _Ant._ Here is five shillings Man.
+
+  _Serv._ Here is a cudgel, a very good one.
+
+        _Enter two Serving-men._
+
+  _2. Ser._ How now, What's the matter? Where's the _Irishman_.
+
+  _1. Ser._ There, a wyth take him, he makes more noise alone there,
+  than ten Lawyers can do with double, and a scurvy Case.
+
+  _2. Ser._ Let him out, I must talk with him.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Ant._ Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very dry Man.
+
+  _2 Ser._ You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my friend.
+
+  _Ant._ Fate dost thou mean man.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Even a good tough halter.
+
+  _Ant._ A halter? O hone!
+
+  _2 Ser._ Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the truth.
+
+  _Ant._ No, fet I am not.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Shall I knock out his brains? I have kill'd dogs have been
+  worth three of him for all uses.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Sirrah, the truth on't is, you must with me to a Justice.
+  O _Roger, Roger_.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Why, what's the matter _William_?
+
+  _2 Ser._ Heavy news _Roger_, heavy newes; god comfort us.
+
+  _1 Ser._ What is't Man?
+
+  _Ant._ What's the matter now? I am e'en weary of this way, would I
+  were out on't.
+
+  _1 Ser._ My Master sure is murder'd, _Roger_, and this cursed rogue
+  I fear, has had a hand in't.
+
+  _Ant._ No fet not.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Stand away, I'll kickt out of him: come, sirrha, mount, I'll
+  make you dance, you Rascal, kill my Master? If thy breech were cannon
+  proof, having this good cause on my side, I would encounter it; hold
+  fair, _Shamrocke_.
+
+  _Ant._ Why how now Sirs? you will not murder me indeed.
+
+  _2 Ser._ Bless us _Roger_!
+
+  _Ant._ Nay, I am no spirit.
+
+  _2 Ser._ How do you Sir, this is my very Master.
+
+  _Ant._ Why well enough yet, but you have a heavy foot of your own;
+  Where's my Wife.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Alas poor sorrowful Gentlewoman, she thinks you are dead, and
+  has given o're house-keeping.
+
+  _Ant._ Whether is she gone then?
+
+  _1 Ser._ Into the Countrey with the Gentleman your Friend Sir, to see
+  if she can wear her sorrows out there; she weeps and takes on too
+  too--
+
+  _Ant._ This falls out pat; I shall be everlasting for a name: Doe you
+  hear? upon your lives and faiths to me, not one word I am living, but
+  let the same report pass along, that I am murther'd still; I am made
+  for ever.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Why Sir?
+
+  _Ant._ I have a Cause Sir, that's enough for you; well, if I be not
+  famous, I am wrong'd much; for any thing I know I will not trouble
+  him this week at least, no, let them take their way one of another.
+
+  _1 Ser._ Sir, Will you be still an _Irish-man_?
+
+  _Ant._ Yes a while.
+
+  _2 Ser._ But your Worship will be beaten no more?
+
+  _Ant._ No, I thank you _William_.
+
+  _1 Ser._ In truth, Sir, if it must be so, I'll do it better than a
+  stranger.
+
+  _Ant._ Goe, you are Knaves both, but I forgive you, I am almost mad
+  with the apprehension of what I shall be, not a word I charge you.
+                                                              [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Val._ Come, pretty soul, we now are near our home,
+  And whilst our horses are walkt down the hill,
+  Let thou and I walke here over this Close:
+  The foot-way is more pleasant, 'tis a time
+  My pretty one, not to be wept away,
+  For every living thing is full of love;
+  Art not thou so too? ha?
+
+  _Vio._ Nay, there are living things empty of love,
+  Or I had not been here, but for my self,
+  Alas, I have too much.
+
+  _Val._ It cannot be, that so much beauty, so much youth and grace
+  should have too much of love.
+
+  _Vio._ Pray what is love? for I am full of that I do not know.
+
+  _Val._ Why, love fair Maid is an extream desire,
+  That's not to be examin'd, but fulfill'd,
+  To ask the reason why thou art in love,
+  Or what might be the noblest end in love,
+  Would overthrow that kindly rising warmth,
+  That many times slides gently o'r the heart,
+  'Twould make thee grave and staid, thy thoughts would be,
+  Like a thrice married Widow, full of ends,
+  And void of all compassion, and to fright thee
+  From such enquiry, whereas thou art now
+  Living in ignorance, mild, fresh, and sweet,
+  And but sixteen; the knowing what love is,
+  Would make thee six and forty.
+
+  _Vio._ Would it would make me nothing, I have heard
+  Scholars affirm, the world's upheld by Love,
+  But I believe, women maintain all this,
+  For there's no love in men.
+
+  _Val._ Yes, in some men.
+
+  _Vio._ I know them not.
+
+  _Val._ Why, there is love in me.
+
+  _Vio._ There's charity I am sure towards me.
+
+  _Val._ And love; which I will now express, my pretty maid,
+  I dare not bring thee home, my wife is foul,
+  And therefore envious, she is very old,
+  And therefore jealous: thou art fair and young.
+  A subject fit for her unlucky vices
+  No work upon, she never will endure thee.
+
+  _Via._ She may endure
+  If she be ought, but Devil, all the friendship
+  That I will hold with you; can she endure
+  I should be thankful to you? may I pray
+  For you and her, will she be brought to think.
+  That all the honest industry I have,
+  Deserves brown bread? if this may be endur'd
+  She'll pick a quarrel with a sleeping child,
+  E'r she fall out with me.
+
+  _Val._ But trust me, she does hate all handsomness.
+
+  _Vio._ How fell you in love with such a creature?
+
+  _Val._ I never lov'd her.
+
+  _Vio._ And yet married her?
+
+  _Val._ She was a rich one.
+
+  _Vio._ And you swore I warrant you, she was a fair one then too.
+
+  _Val._ Or believe me, I think I had not had her.
+
+  _Vio._ Are you men all such? wou'd you wou'd wall us in a place
+  Where all we women that are innocent,
+  Might live together.
+
+  _Val._ Do not weep at this,
+  Although I dare not for some weighty reason
+  Displease my Wife, yet I forget not thee.
+
+  _Vio._ What will you do with me?
+
+  _Val._ Thou shalt be plac'd
+  At my mans house, and have such food and raiment
+  As can be bought with money: these white hands
+  Shall never learn to work, but they shall play
+  As thou say'st they were wont, teaching the strings
+  To move in order, or what else thou wilt.
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you, Sir, but pray you cloath me poorly,
+  And let my labor get me means to live.
+
+  _Val._ But fair one, you, I know do so much hate
+  A foul ingratitude, you will not look
+  I should do this for nothing.
+
+  _Vio._ I will work as much out as I can, and take as little,
+  That you shall have as duely paid to you
+  As ever servant did.
+
+  _Vol._ But give me now a trial on't, I may believe
+  We are alone, shew me how thou wilt kiss
+  And hug me hard, when I have stolen away
+  From my too clamorous wife that watches me,
+  To spend a blessed hour or t[w]o with thee.
+
+  _Vio._ Is this the love you mean? you would have that
+  Is not in me to give, you would have lust.
+
+  _Val._ Not to dissemble, or to mince the word,
+  'Tis Lust I wish indeed.
+
+  _Vio._ And by my troth I have it not: for heavens sake use
+  me kindly.
+  Though I be good, and shew perhaps a monster,
+  As this world goes.
+
+  _Val._ I do
+  But speak to thee, thy answers are thy own,
+  I compel none, but if [thou] refuse this motion,
+  Thou art not then for me, alas good soul;
+  What profit can thy work bring me?
+
+  _Vio._ But I fear, I pray goe, for lust they say, will grow
+  Outragious, being deni'd, I give you thanks
+  For all your courtesies, and there's a Jewel
+  That's worth the taking, that I did preserve
+  Safe from the robbers, pray you leave me here
+  Just as you found me, a poor innocent,
+  And Heaven will bless you for it.
+
+  _Val._ Pretty maid, I am no Robber, nor no Ravisher,
+  I pray thee keep thy Jewel, I have done
+  No wrong to thee, though thou beest virtuous
+  And in extremity, I do not know,
+  That I am bound to keep thee.
+
+  _Vio._ No Sir, for gods sake, if you know an honest man in all these
+  Countreys, give me some directions to find him out.
+
+  _Val._ More honest than my self, good sooth I do not know; I would
+  have lain with thee, with thy consent, and who would not in all these
+  parts, is past my memory, I am sorry for thee, farewel gentle maid,
+  God keep thee safe.                                           [_Exit._
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you Sir, and you;
+  Woman they say, was only made of man,
+  Methinks 'tis strange they should be so unlike,
+  It may be all the best was cut away
+  To make the woman, and the naught was left
+  Behind with him, I'll sit me down and weep,
+  All things have cast me from 'em but the earth;
+  The evening comes, and every little flower
+  Droops now, as well as I.
+
+        _Enter two Milk-maids with pails._
+
+  _Nan._ Good _Madge_ lets rest a little, by my troth I am weary, this
+  new pail is a plaguy heavy one, would _Tom_ were hang'd for choosing
+  it, 'tis the untoward'st fool in a Countrey.
+
+  _Madg._ With all my heart, and I thank you too, _Nan_.
+
+  _Vio._ What true contented happiness dwels here,
+  More than in Cities! wou'd to God my Father
+  Had liv'd like one of these, and bred me up
+  To milk: and do as they do: methinks
+  'Tis a life that I wou'd choose, if I were now
+  To tell my time agen, above a Princes; maids, for charity
+  Give a poor wench one draught of Milk,
+  That weariness and hunger have nigh famish'd.
+
+  _Nan._ If I had but one Cows Milk in all the world, you should have
+  some on't; there, drink more, the Cheese shall pay for it, alas poor
+  heart, she's drie.
+
+  _Madge._ Do you dwell here abouts?
+
+  _Vio._ No, would I did.
+
+  _Nan._ _Madge_, if she does not looke like my cosin _Sue_ o'th' _Moor
+  lane_, as one thing can look like another--
+
+  _Madge._ Nay, _Sue_ has a hazle eye, I know _Sue_ well, and by your
+  leave, not so trim a body neither, this is a feat bodied thing I tell
+  you.
+
+  _Nan._ She laces close by the mass I warrant you, and so does _Sue_
+  too.
+
+  _Vio._ I thank you for your gentleness, fair maids.
+
+  _Nan._ Drink agen pray thee.
+
+  _Vio._ I am satisfied, and heaven reward thee for't, yet thus far I
+  will compell you to accept these trifles, toys only that express my
+  thanks, for greater worth, I'm sure they have not in them; indeed you
+  shall, I found 'em as I came.
+
+  _Nan._ _Madge_, look you here _Madge_.
+
+  _Madg._ Nay, I have as fine a one as you, mine's all gold, and
+  painted, and a precious stone in't; I warrant it cost a crown wench.
+
+  _Nan._ But mine is the most sumptuous one, that e'r I saw.
+
+  _Vio._ One favour you must do me more, for you are well acquainted
+  here.
+
+  _Nan._ Uds me, our _Dorothy_ went away but last week, and I know my
+  mistriss want's a maid, and why may she not be plac'd there? this is a
+  likely wench, I tell you truly, and a good wench I warrant her.
+
+  _Madg._ And 'tis a hard case if we that have serv'd four years apiece,
+  cannot bring in one servant, we will prefer her; hark you sister, pray
+  what's your name.
+
+  _Vio._ _Melvia._
+
+  _Nan._ A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow? and make a
+  merry-bush? that's nothing.
+
+  _Vio._ I shall learn quickly.
+
+  _Nan._ But be sure to keep the men out, they will mar all that you
+  make else, I know that by my self; for I have been So touz'd among 'em
+  in my days, come you shall e'en home with us, and be our fellow, our
+  house is so honest, and we serve a very good woman, and a Gentlewoman,
+  and we live as merrily, and dance a good daies after even-song: our
+  Wake shall be on Sunday; do you know what a Wake is? we have mighty
+  cheer then, and such a coil, 'twould bless ye; you must not be so
+  bashful, you'll spoil all.
+
+  _Madg._ Let's home for Gods sake, my Mistriss thinks by this time we
+  are lost, come, we'll have a care of you, I warrant you; but you must
+  tell my Mistress where you were born, and every thing that belongs to
+  you, and the strangest things you can devise, for she loves those
+  extreamly, 'tis no matter whether they be true or no, she's not so
+  scrupulous; you must be our Sister, and love us best, and tell us
+  every thing, and when cold weather comes, we'll lye together, will
+  you do this?
+
+  _Vio._ Yes.
+
+  _Nan._ Then home again o' gods name, can you go apace.
+
+  _Vio._ I warrant you.                                       [_Exeunt._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter_ Pedro _and_ Uberto, _severally_.
+
+  _Ped._ How now, any good news yet?
+
+  _Silvio._ Faith not any yet.
+
+  _Ped._ This comes o' tipling; would 'twere treason and't pleas['d]
+  God, to drink more than three draughts at a meal.
+
+  _Sil._ When did you see _Richardo_?
+
+  _Ped._ I crost him twice to day.
+
+  _Sil._ You have heard of a young wench that was seen last [night].
+
+  _Ped._ Yes.
+
+  _Sil._ Has _Richard_ heard of this?
+
+  _Ped._ Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have another
+  round.
+
+  _Sil._ If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,
+  I'll do the like.
+
+  _Ped._ Do.                                                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Valerio.
+
+  _Rich._ Sir, I did think 'twas you by all descriptions.
+
+  _Val._ 'Tis so,
+  I took her up indeed, the manner how
+  You have heard already, and what she had about her,
+  As Jewels, Gold, and other trifling things:
+  And what my end was, which because she slighted,
+  I left her there i'th' fields.
+
+  _Rich._ Left i'th' fields? could any but a Rogue
+  That had despis'd humanity and goodness,
+  [God,] law and credit; and had set himself
+  To lose his noblest part, and be a beast,
+  Have left so innocent unmatch'd a virtue,
+  To the rude mercy of a wilderness?
+
+  _Val._ Sir, if you come to rail, pray quit my house,
+  I do not use to have such language given
+  Within my doors to me; for your wench,
+  You may go seek her with more patience,
+  She's tame enough, I warrant you.
+
+  _Rich._ Pray forgive me.
+  I do confess my much forgetfulness;
+  And weigh my words no farther, I beseech you,
+  Then a mere madness, for such a grief has seiz'd me
+  So strong and deadly, as a punishment,
+  And a just one too,
+  That 'tis a greater wonder I am living,
+  Than any thing I utter; yet let me tell you thus much,
+  'Twas a fault for leaving her
+  So in the fields.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I will think so now, and credit me,
+  You have so wrought me with your grief, that I
+  Do both forgive and pity you:
+  And if you'll please to take a bed this night here;
+  To morrow I'll bring you where I left her.
+
+  _Rich._ I thank you, [no,] shall I be so unworthy:
+  To think upon a bed, or ease, or comfort,
+  And have my heart stray from me, God knows where,
+  Cold and forsaken, destitute of friends,
+  And all good comforts else, unless some tree
+  Whose speechless charity must better ours,
+  With which the bitter east winds made their sport
+  And sung through hourly, hath invited her
+  To keep off half a day? shall she be thus,
+  And I draw in soft slumbers? _God_ forbid.
+  No, night and bitter coldness, I provoke thee,
+  And all the dews that hang upon thy locks,
+  Showrs, Hails, Snows, Frosts, and two edged Winds that prime
+  The maiden blossoms, I provoke you all,
+  And dare expose this body to your sharpness,
+  Till I be made a Land-mark.
+
+  _Val._ Will you then stay and eat with me?
+
+  _Rich._ Y'are angry with me, I know y'are angry,
+  You would not bid me eat else; my poor Mistriss,
+  For ought I know thou'rt famish'd, for what else
+  Can the fields yield thee, and the stubborn season,
+  That yet holds in the fruit? good gentle Sir,
+  Think not ill manners in me for denying
+  Your offer'd meat, for sure I cannot eat
+  While I do think she wants; well I'm a rascal;
+  A villain, slave, that only was begotten,
+  To murder women, and of them the best.
+
+  _Val._ This is a strange affliction.
+  If you'll accept no greater courtesie, yet drink Sir.
+
+  _Ric._ Now I am sure you hate me, and you knew
+  What kind of man I am, as indeed 'tis fit,
+  That every man should know me to avoid me.
+  If you have peace within you, Sir, or goodness
+  Name that abhord word - Drink, no more unto me,
+  You had safer strike me.
+  I pray you do not, if you love me do not.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I mean no ill by it.
+
+  _Ric._ It may be so,
+  Nor let me see
+  None Sir, if you love heaven;
+  You know not what offence it is unto me,
+  Nor good now do not ask me why:
+  And I warn you once again, let no man else speak of't,
+  I fear your servants will be prating to me.
+
+  _Val._ Why Sir, what ail you?
+
+  _Rich._ I hate drink, there's the end on't,
+  And that man that drinks with meat is damn'd
+  Without an age of prayers and repentance,
+  And there's a hazard too; good Sir, no more
+  If you will do me a free courtesie;
+  That I shall know for one: go take your horse,
+  And bring me to the place where you left her:
+
+  _Val._ Since you are so impo[r]tunate, I will;
+  But I will wish Sir, you had staid to night
+  Upon my credit you shall see no drink.
+
+  _Rich._ Be gone, the hearing of it makes me giddy,
+  Sir, will you be intreated to forbear it,
+  I shall be mad else.
+
+  _Val._ I pray no more of that, I am quiet,
+  I'll but walk in, and away straight.
+
+  _Rich._ Now I thank you,
+  But what you do, do in a twinkling, Sir.
+
+  _Val._ As soon as may be.                                     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Mother_, Viola, _and two Milk-maids_.
+
+  _Moth._ Is this the wench you have brought me? some catch I warrant.
+  How daringly she looks upon the matter!
+
+  _Madge._ Yes forsooth, this is the maiden.
+
+  _Moth._ Come hither, wou'd you serve?
+
+  _Vio._ If it shall please you to accept my service, I hope I shall do
+  something that shall like you, though it be but truth, and often
+  praying for you.
+
+  _Moth._ You are very curious of your hand methinks,
+  You preserve it so with gloves, let me see it;
+  I marry, here's a hand of march-pane, wenches,
+  This pretty palme never knew sorrow yet;
+  How soft it is I warrant you, and supple:
+  O' my word, this is fitter for a pocket to filch withal
+  Than to [work], I fear me little one,
+  You are no better than you should be; goe to.
+
+  _Vio._ My Conscience yet is but one witness to me,
+  And that heaven knows, is of mine innocence,
+  'Tis true, I must confess with shame enough,
+  The time that I have led, yet never taught me
+  What 'twas to break a sleep, or to be weary.
+
+  _Moth._ You can say well: if you be mine, wench, you must doe well
+  too, for words are but slow workers, yet so much hope I have of you,
+  that I'll take you, so you'll be diligent, and do your duty: how now?
+
+        _Enter_ Alexander.
+
+  _Alex._ There is a messenger come from your son,
+  That brings you word he is return'd from travel,
+  And will be here this night.
+
+  _Moth._ Now joy upon thee for it, thou art ever
+  A bringer of good tidings, there, drink that:
+  In troth thou hast much contented me, my Son!
+  Lord how thou hast pleas'd me, shall I see my Son
+  Yet e'r I dye? take care my house be handsome,
+  And the new stools set out, and boughs and rushes,
+  And flowers for the window, and the _Turky_ Carpet,
+  And the great parcel Salt, _Nan_, with the Cruets,
+  And prethee _Alexander_ goe to the Cook,
+  And bid him spare for nothing, my son's come home,
+  Who's come with him?
+
+  _Alex._ I hear of none yet, but a Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Moth._ A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman?
+
+  _Alex._ I know not, but such a one there is, he says.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray God he have not cast away himself
+  Upon some snout-fair piece, I do not like it.
+
+  _Alex._ No sure, my Master has more discretion.
+
+  _Moth._ [Well,] be it how it will, he shall be welcome.
+  Sirs to your tasks, and shew this little novice
+  How to bestir her self, I'll sort out things.                 [_Exit._
+
+  _Madge._ We will forsooth, I can tell you, my Mistriss is a stirring
+  woman.
+
+  _Nan._ Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest cricket--
+
+  _Vio._ Methinks she talks well, and shews a great deal of good
+  huswivery, pray let me deck the chambers, shall I?
+
+  _Nan._ Yes, you shall, but do not scorn to be advis'd, Sister, for
+  there belongs more to that, than you are aware on; why [w]ould you
+  venture so fondly upon the strowings? there's mighty matters in them
+  I'll assure you, and in the spreading of a bough-pot, you may miss, if
+  you were ten years elder, if you take not a special care before you.
+
+  _Vio._ I will learn willingly, if that be all.
+
+  _Nan._ Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath been?
+
+  _Madg._ Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are born without
+  noses.
+
+  _Nan._ [Jesse blesse] us! without noses? how do they do for
+  handkerchiefs?
+
+  _Madg._ So _Richard_ says, and sirrah, their feet stand in their
+  foreheads.
+
+  _Nan._ That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent running heads
+  then; do they speak as we do?
+
+  _Mag._ No, they never speak.
+
+  _Nan._ Are they cursend?
+
+  _Mag._ No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they are.
+
+  _Nan._ Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young master is come
+  home, were you never courted Sister?
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, I know it not.
+
+  _Mag._ What is that courting, sirrah?
+
+  _Nan._ I can tell, for I was once courted in the matted chamber, you
+  know the party _Madge_, faith he courted finely.
+
+  _Madg._ Pray thee what is't?
+
+  _Na[n]._ Faith, nothing but he was somewhat figent with me, faith 'tis
+  fine sport, this courting.
+
+  _Alex. within._ Where be the Maids there?
+
+  _Madg._ We shall be hang'd anon, away good wenches, and have a care
+  you dight things handsomly, I will look over you.           [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury _and_ Maria.
+
+  _Mer._ If your sorrow will give you so far leave, pray think your self
+  most welcome to this place, for so upon my life you are, and for your
+  own fair sake, take truce awhile with these immoderate mournings.
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you Sir, I shall doe what I may;
+  Pray lead me to a chamber.
+
+        _Enter Mother and_ Alexander.
+
+  _Mer._ Presently,
+  Before your blessing Mother, I intreat ye
+  To know this Gentlewoman, and bid her welcome,
+  The virtuous wife of him that was my self
+  In all my travels.
+
+  _Moth._ Indeed she is most welcome, so are you son           [_kneel._
+  Now all my blessing on thee; thou hast made me
+  Younger by 20 years, than I was yesterday,
+  Will you walk in? what ails this Gentlewoman?
+  Alas, I fear she is not well, good Gen[t]lewoman.
+
+  _Mer._ You fear right.
+
+  _Moth._ She has fasted over long,
+  You shall have supper presently o'th' board.
+
+  _Mer._ She will not eat; I can assure you Mother,
+  For Gods sake let your Maid conduct her up
+  Into some fair becoming Chamber
+  Fit for a woman of her Being, and
+  As soon as may be,
+  I know she's very ill, and wou'd have rest.
+
+  _Moth._ There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis well, I'll lead you to your chamber door
+  And there I'll leave you to your quiet, Mistriss.
+
+  _Wife._ I thank you, Sir, good rest to every one,
+  You'll see me once again to night, I hope.                    [_Exit._
+
+  _Mer._ When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.
+
+  _Moth._ Where are these maids, attend upon the Gentlewoman, and see
+  she want no good thing in the house? goodnight with all my heart
+  forsooth, good Lord how you are grown, is he not _Alexander_?
+
+  _Alex._ Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.
+
+  _Mer._ An ill weed, Mother, will do so.
+
+  _Alex._ You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.
+
+  _Mer._ _Alexander_ the sharp, you take [me] very quickly.
+
+  _Moth._ Nay, I can tell you, _Alexander_ will do it, do you read
+  madcap still?
+
+  _Alex._ Sometimes forsooth.
+
+  _Moth._ But faith Son, what Countreys have you travell'd?
+
+  _Mer._ Why many, Mother, as they lay before me, _France_, _Spain_,
+  _Italy_ and _Germany_, and other Provinces that I am sure, you are not
+  better'd by, when you hear of them.
+
+  _Moth._ And can you these tongues perfectly?
+
+  _Mer._ Of some a little, Mother.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray spout some _French_ Son.
+
+  _Mer._ You understand it not, and to your ears 'twill goe like an
+  unshod cart upon the stones, only a rough unhandsome sound.
+
+  _Moth._ [Faith] I would fain hear some _French_.
+
+  _Alex._ Good Sir, speak some _French_ to my Mistriss.
+
+  _Mer._ At your intreaty _Alexander_, I will, who shall I speak to?
+
+  _Alex._ If your worship will do me the favour Sir, to me.
+
+  _Mer._ _Mounseir_, _Poultron_, _Coukew_, _Cullione_, _Besay_, _Man
+  cur_.
+
+  _Alex._ _Awe Mounseir._
+
+  _Moth._ Ha, ha, ha, this fine indeed, gods blessing 'on thy heart Son,
+  by my troth thou art grown a proper Gentleman, cullen and pullen,
+  good god what [saucey] words they use beyond the seas, ha, ha, ha!
+
+  _Alex._ Did not [you sweare] right.
+
+  _Mer._ Yes good _Alexander_, if you had done so too,
+  But good Mother, I am very hungry, and have rid far to day, and am
+  fasting.
+
+  _Moth._ You shall have your supper presently, my sweet Son.
+
+  _Mer._ As soon as you please, which once ended,
+  I'll go and visit yo[n] sick Gentlewoman.
+
+  _Moth._ Come then.                                          [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio _like a Post, with a Letter_.
+
+  _Ant._ I have ridden like a fury, to make up this work, and I will do
+  it bravely, e'r I leave it; this is the house I am sure.
+
+        _Enter_ Alexander.
+
+  _Alex._ Who wou'd you speak with, Sir?
+
+  _Ant._ Marry Sir, I would speak with a Gentlewoman, came this night
+  late here from the City, I have some Letters of importance to her,
+  I am a Post Sir, and would be dispa[t]ch'd in haste.
+
+  _Alex._ Sir, cannot I deliver 'em? for the truth is, she's ill, and
+  in her chamber.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray pardon me, I must needs speak with her, my business is so
+  weighty.
+
+  _Alex._ I'll tell her so, and bring you present word.
+
+  _Ant._ Pray do so, and I'll attend her, pray god the grief of my
+  imagined death, spoil not what I intend, I hope it will not.
+
+  _Alex._ Though she be very ill, and desires no trouble,
+  Yet if your business be so urgent, you may come up and speak with her.
+
+  _Ant._ I thank you Sir, I follow you.                    [_Exit_ Alex.
+
+        _Enter Wife._
+
+  _Wife._ What should this fellow be i'th' name of Heaven, that comes
+  with such post business? sure my Husband hath reveal'd himself, and in
+  this haste sent after me, are you the Post my friend?
+
+        _Enter_ Anto[n]io.
+
+  _Ant._ Yes forsooth Mistriss.
+
+  _Wife._ What good news hast thou brought me gentle Post?
+  For I have woe and grief too much already.
+
+  _Ant._ I would you had less, Mistriss, I could wish it, beshrew my
+  heart she moves me cruelly.
+
+  _Wife._ Have I found you once more Jugler? well Jewel, thou hast only
+  virtue in thee, of all I read of yet; what ears has this ass to betray
+  him with? well, what's your business then?
+
+  _Ant._ I have brought a Letter from your servant, Mistriss, in haste.
+
+  _Wife._ Pray give it me, I hope the best still.
+
+  _Ant._ This is the upshot, and I know I have hit it,
+  Well, if the spirits of the dead do walk, I shall
+  Hear more of this one hundred years hence.
+
+  _Wife._ By any means you must have special care, for now the City is
+  possest for certain, my Master is made away, which for ought I know is
+  [a] truth indeed; good Mistriss leave your grief, and see your danger,
+  and let that wise and noble Gentleman with whom you are, be your right
+  hand in all things.
+
+  _Ant._ Now do I know I have the better on't, by the languishing of her
+  eye at this near instant, 'tis still simming in her blood, in coyning
+  somewhat to turn _Mercury_, I know it.
+
+  _Wife._ He is my Husband, and 'tis reasonable he should command in all
+  things, since he will be an ass against the hair, at his own peril be
+  it, in the morn you shall have a pacquet, till when, I must intreat
+  you stay, you shall not lose by it.
+
+  _Ant._ I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your rest, and
+  wait your pleasure.
+
+  _Wife._ Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid him come to
+  me presently.
+
+  _Ant._ Who, Mr. _Mercury_?
+
+  _Wife._ Do you know him, Post?
+
+  _Ant._ Only by sight forsooth, now I remember your servant will'd me
+  to let you know he is the only man, you [and] your fortunes, are now
+  to rest upon.
+
+  _Wife._ Prethee no more, I know all this already.
+
+  _Ant._ I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever.            [_Exit._
+
+  _Wife._ Good night, I am provided for you, my fine youth.     [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter Mother, beating_ Viola, Alexander _with a broken Glass_.
+
+  _Mother._ I'll make thee have more care.
+
+  _Viola._ Good Mistriss pardon me.
+
+  _Moth._ Thou'lt ne'r be good I warrant thee, can your fine fingers
+  hold no faster?
+
+  _Viola._ Indeed it was against my will.
+
+  _Moth._ _Alexander_, let's see the glass, as I am true kirsome woman,
+  it is one of the chrystal glasses my Cosin sent me, and the baggage
+  hath broke it where it cannot be mended, _Alexander_, can _Humphrey_
+  mend this think you?
+
+  _Alex._ No truly, this will ne'er be mended.
+
+  _Vio._ Truly I meant but to wash it for the Gentlewoman that is sick
+  above, and shaking out the water, knockt it against the pail side.
+
+  _Moth._ Did you so? be sure I'll stop it, 'twill make a good gap in
+  your quarters wages, I can tell you.
+
+  _Viola._ I pray forgive me, and let me have no wages this first
+  quarter.
+
+  _Moth._ Go whimling, and fetch two or three grating loaves out of the
+  Kitching, to make Ginger-bread of, 'tis such an untoward thing.
+                                                          [_Exit_ Viola.
+
+  _Alex._ She's somewhat simple indeed, she knew not what a kimnel was,
+  she wants good nurture mightily.
+
+  _Moth._ My Son tells me, _Alexander_, that this young widow means to
+  sojourn here, she offers largely for her board, I may offer her good
+  cheer, prethee make a step i'th' morning down to the Parsonage for
+  some Pigeons; what are you mad there? what noise is that? are you at
+  bowls within? why do you whine?
+
+        _Enter_ Viola _weeping_.
+
+  _Vio._ I have done another fault, I beseech you sweet Mistriss forgive
+  me.
+
+  _Moth._ What's the matter?
+
+  _Vio._ As I was reaching for the bread that lay upon the shelf, I have
+  thrown down the minc'd meat, that should have made the pies to morrow.
+
+  _Moth._ Get thee out of my house, thou filthy destroying Harlot, thou,
+  I'll not keep thee an hour longer.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Mistriss, beat me rather for my fault, as much as it
+  deserves, I do not know whither to go.
+
+  _Moth._ No I warrant thee, out of my doors.
+
+  _Vio._ Indeed I'll mend, I pray speak you for me.
+
+  _Alex._ If thou hadst hurl'd down any thing but the Pie-meat, I would
+  have spoke for thee, but I cannot find in my heart now.
+
+  _Moth._ Art thou here yet? I think I must have an Officer to thrust
+  thee out of my doors, must I?
+
+  _Vio._ Why, you may stop this in my wages too,
+  For God's sake do, I'll find my self this year;
+  And let me stay.
+
+  _Mer._ Thou't spoil ten times as much, I'll cudgel thee out of my
+  doors.
+
+  _Vio._ I am assur'd you are more merciful,
+  Than thus to beat me and discharge me too.
+
+  _Moth._ Dost thou dispute with me, _Alexander_ carry the prating
+  hilding forth.
+
+  _Vio._ Good Mistriss hear me, I have here a Jewel,
+  My Mother left me, and 'tis something worth:
+  Receive it, and when all my faults together
+  Come to the worth of that, then turn me forth,
+  Till then I pray you keep me.
+
+  _Moth._ What giggombob have we here? pray god you have not pilfred
+  this somewhere, th'art such a puling thing, wipe your eyes, and rise,
+  go your ways, _Alexander_, bid the Cook mince some more meat, come,
+  and get you to bed quickly, that you may up betime i'th' morning a
+  milking, or you and I shall fall out worse yet.
+                                                 [_Exit Moth, and_ Alex.
+
+  _Vio._ She has hurt my arm; I am afraid she is a very angry woman, but
+  bless him heaven that did me the most wrong, I am afraid _Antonio's_
+  wife should see me, she will know me.
+
+  _Mother within._ _Melvia._
+
+  _Vio._ I am coming, she's not angry agen I hope.              [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Mercury.
+
+  _Mer._ Now what am I the better for enjoying
+  This woman that I lov'd so? all I find,
+  That I before imagined to be happy:
+  Now I have done, it turns to nothing else
+  But a poor pitied, and a base repentance,
+  Udsfoot, I am monstrous angry with my self:
+  Why should a man that has discourse and reason,
+  And knows how near he loses all in these things,
+  Covet to have his wishes satisfied;
+  Which when they are, are nothing but the shame
+  I do begin to loath this woman strangely,
+  And I think justly too, that durst adventure,
+  Flinging away her modesty to take
+  A stranger to her bed, her Husbands body
+  Being scarce cold in the earth for her content,
+  It was no more to take my senses with
+  Than if I had an idle dream in sleep
+  Yet I have made her promises: which grieves me,
+  And I must keep 'em too, I think she hunts me:
+  The devil cannot keep these women off,
+  When they are fletched once.
+
+        _Enter Wife in night attire._
+
+  _Wife._ To bed for gods sake Sir, why do you stay here?
+  Some are up i'th' house, I heard the wife,
+  Good dear sweet-heart to bed.
+
+  _Mer._ Why, I am going! why do you follow me?
+  You would not have it known I hope, pray get you
+  Back to your chamber, the doors hard by for me,
+  Let me alone, I warrant you this it is
+  To thresh well, I have got a customer,
+  Will you go to bed?
+
+  _Wife._ Will you?
+
+  _Mer._ Yes, I am going.
+
+  _Wife._ Then remember your promise you made to marry me.
+
+  _Mer._ I will, but it was your fault, that it came
+  To this pinch now, that it must need remembrance:
+  For out of honesty I offer'd you
+  To marry you first, why did you slack that offer?
+
+  _Wife._ Alas I told you the inconvenience of it,
+  And what wrong it would appear to the world
+  If I had married [you] in such post-haste
+  After his death: beside, the foolish people
+  Would have been bold to have thought we had lain together
+  in his time, and like enough imagin'd
+  We two had murther'd him.
+
+  _Mer._ I love her tongue yet,
+  If I were a Saint
+  A gilded Saint, and such a thing as this
+  Should prate thus wittily and feelingly
+  Unto my Holiness, I cannot tell,
+  But I fear shrewdly I should do something
+  That would quite scratch me out o'th' Kalender,
+  And if I stay longer talking with her,
+  Though I am mad at what I have done already,
+  Yet I shall forget my self again;
+  I feel the Devil
+  Ready to hold my stirrop; pray to bed, good night.
+
+  _Wife._ This kiss, good night sweet Love,
+  And peace goe with thee: thou hast prov'd thy self
+  The honestest man that ever was entic'd
+  To that sweet sin as people please to call it,
+  Of lying with anothers wife, and I,
+  I think the honestest woman without blushing,
+  That ever lay with another man, I sent my Husband
+  Into a Cellar, post, fearing, and justly
+  He should have known him, which I did not purpose
+  Till I had had my end.
+  Well, now this plot is perfect, let him brag on't.            [_Exit._
+
+
+
+
+  _Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._
+
+
+        _Enter Justice and_ Curio _with a Paper_.
+
+  _Just._ Birlady Sir, you have rid hard that you have.
+
+  _Cur._ They that have business, must do so, I take it.
+
+  _Just._ You say true, when set you out my friend?
+
+  _Cur._ About ten a clock, and I have rid all night.
+
+  _Just._ By the mass you are tough indeed, I have seen the day, I would
+  have rid too with the proudest of them, and fling dirt in their faces,
+  and I have don't with this foolish boy, Sir, many a time; but what can
+  last always? 'tis done, 'tis done now, Sir, age, care, and office,
+  brings us to our footcloaths, the more the pity.
+
+  _Curio._ I believe that, Sir, but will it please you to read the
+  business?
+
+  _Just._ My friend, I can read, and I can tell you when.
+
+  _Cur._ Would I could too Sir, for my haste requires it.
+
+  _Just._ Whence comes it do you say?
+
+  _Cur._ Sir from the City.
+
+  _Just._ Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.
+
+  _Curio._ And his justice be as short as his memory,
+  A Dudgion Dagger will serve him to mow down sin withal,
+  What clod-pole Commissioner is this?
+
+  _Just._ And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,
+  Discreet and upright.
+
+  _Cur._ Sir, they are beholding to you, you have given some of them a
+  commendations, they were not worthy of this twenty years.
+
+  _Just._ Go to, go to, you have a merry meaning, I have found you Sir,
+  i' faith, you are a wag, away, fie now I'll read Your Letter.
+
+  _Cur._ Pray do Sir; what a misery 'tis
+  To have an urgent business wait the Justice
+  Of such an old Tuff-taffata that knows not,
+  Nor can be brought to understand more sence,
+  Than how to restore supprest Alehouses,
+  And have his man compound small trespasses,
+  For ten groats.
+
+  _Just._ Sir, it seems here your business is of a deeper circumstance
+  than I conceiv'd it for; what do you mean, Sir?
+
+  _Cur._ 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.
+
+  _Just._ It shall not be i' faith friend, here I have it,
+  That one _Antonio_ a Gentleman, I take it so,
+  Yes, it is so, a Gentleman is lately thought to
+  Have been made away, and by my faith, upon a
+  Pearls ground too, if you consider; well, there's
+  Knavery in't, I see that without spectacles.
+
+  _Cur._ Sure this fellow deals in revelation, he's so hidden,
+  Goe thy ways, thou wilt stick a bench spit as formally,
+  And shew thy Agot, and hatch'd chain
+  As well as the best of them.
+
+  _Just._ And now I have consider'd, I believe it.
+
+  _Cur._ What Sir?
+
+  _Just._ That he was murdered.
+
+  _Cur._ Did you know him?
+
+  _Just._ No.
+
+  _Cur._ Nor how it is suppos'd.
+
+  _Just._ No, nor I care not two-pence, those are toys and yet I verily
+  believe he was murdered, as sure as I believe thou art a man, I never
+  fail'd in these things yet, w'are a man that's beaten to these
+  matters, experience is a certain conceal'd thing that fails not: pray
+  let me ask you one thing, why do you come to me?
+
+  _Cur._ Because the Letter is addrest to you, being the nearest
+  Justice.
+
+  _Just._ The nearest? is that all?
+
+  _Cur._ I think it be Sir, I would be loth you should be the wisest.
+
+  _Just._ Well Sir, as it is, I will endeavour in it; yet if it had come
+  to me by name, I know not, but I think it had been as soon dispatcht
+  as by another, and with as round a wisdom, I, and as happily, but
+  that's all one: I have born this place this thirty years, and upwards,
+  and with sufficient credit, and they may when they please, know me
+  better; to the nearest? well.
+
+  _Cur._ Sir, it is not my fault, for had I known you sooner--
+
+  _Just._ I thank you Sir, I know it.
+
+  _Cur._ I'll be sworn you should have plaid for [any] business now.
+
+  _Just._ And further, they have specified unto me, his Wife is sorely
+  suspected in this matter, as a main cause.
+
+  _Cur._ I think she be Sir, for no other cause can be yet found.
+
+  _Just._ And one _Mercury_ a traveller, with whom they say directly she
+  is run away, and as they think this way.
+
+  _Cur._ I knew all this before.
+
+  _Just._ Well Sir, this _Mercury_ I know, and his breeding, a neighbors
+  child hard by, you have been happy, Sir, in coming hither.
+
+  _Cur._ Then you know where to have him, Sir?
+
+  _Just._ I do Sir, he dwells near me.
+
+  _Cur._ I doubt your Worship dwels near a knave then.
+
+  _Just._ I think so; pray put on: but 'tis a wonder
+  To see how graceless people are now given,
+  And how base virtue is accounted with them
+  That should be all in all, as says a wise man.
+
+  I tell you Sir, and it is true, that there have been such murthers,
+  and of late days, as 'twould make your very heart bleed in you, and
+  some of them as I shall be enabled, I will tell you, it fell out of
+  late days.
+
+  _Cur._ It may be so, but will it please you to proceed in this?
+
+  _Just._ An honest Weaver, and as good a workman, as e'er shot shuttle,
+  and as close: but every man must dye; this honest Weaver being a
+  little mellow in his Ale, that was the evidence _verbatim_, Sir, God
+  bless the mark, sprung his neck just in this place: well _Jarvis_,
+  thou hadst wrongs, and if I live some of the best shall sweat for't,
+  then a wench--
+
+  _Cur._ But Sir, you have forgot my business.
+
+  _Just._ A sober pretty maid about 17, they say, certainly, howsoever
+  'tis shuffled, she burst her self, and fondly, if it be so, with
+  Furmety at a Churching, but I think the Devil had another agent in't:
+  either of which, if I can catch, shall stretch for't.
+
+  _Cur._ This is a mad Justice that will hang the Devil; but I would you
+  would be short in this, before that other notice can be given.
+
+  _Just._ Sir, I will doe discreetly what is fitting; what, _Antonio_?
+
+  _Ant. within._ Your Worship.
+
+  _Just._ Put on your best coat, and let your fellow _Mark_ goe to the
+  Constable, and bid him aid me with all the speed he can, and all the
+  power, and provide Pen and Ink to take their confessions, and my long
+  sword: I cannot tell what danger we may meet with; you'll go with us?
+
+  _Cur._ Yes, what else? I came to that end to accuse both parties.
+
+  _Just._ May I crave what you are?
+
+  _Cur._ Faith Sir, one that to be known would not profit you, more than
+  a near kinsman of the dead _Antonio's_.
+
+  _Just._ 'Tis well, I am sorry for my neighbor, truly, that he had no
+  more grace, 'twill kill his Mother; she's a good old woman, will you
+  walk in? I'll but put my cloak on, and my chain off, and a clean band,
+  and have my shooes blackt over, and shift my Jerkin, and we'll to our
+  business, and you shall see how I can bolt these matters.
+
+  _Cur._ As soon as't please you, Sir.                          [_Exit._
+
+        _Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Richardo.
+
+  _Val._ This is the place; here did I leave the Maid
+  Alone last night, drying her tender eyes,
+  Uncertain what to do, and yet desirous
+  To have me gone.
+
+  _Rich._ How rude are all we men,
+  That take the name of _Civil_ to our selves!
+  If she had set her foot upon an earth
+  Where people live that we call barbarous;
+  Though they had had no house to bring her to,
+  They would have spoil'd the glory, that the spring
+  Has deckt the trees in, and with willing hands
+  Have torn their branches down, and every man
+  Would have become a builder for her sake.
+  What time left you her there?
+
+  _Val._ I left her, when the Sun had so much to sett,
+  As he is now got from his place of rise.
+
+  _Rich._ So near the night she could not wander far;
+  Fair _Viola_!
+
+  _Val._ It is in vain to call, she sought a house
+  Without all question.
+
+  _Rich._ Peace, fair _Viola_?
+  Fair _Viola_? who should have left her here
+  On such a ground? if you had meant to lose her,
+  You might have found there were no ecchos here
+  To take her name, and carry it about,
+  When her true Lover came to mourn for her,
+  Till all the neighboring valleys and the hills,
+  Resounded _Viola_,--
+  And such a place,
+  You should have chose--
+  You pity us because
+  The dew a little wets our feet,
+  Unworthy far to seek her in the wet;
+  And what becomes of her? where wandred she,
+  With two showers raining on her, from her eyes
+  Continually, abundantly, from which
+  There's neither tree nor house to shelter her;
+  Will you go with me to travel?
+
+  _Val._ Whither?
+
+  _Rich._ Over all the world.
+
+  _Val._ No by my faith, I'll make a shorter journey
+  When I do travel.
+
+  _Rich._ But there's no hope
+  To gain my end in any shorter way.
+
+  _Val._ Why, what's your end?
+
+  _Rich._ It is to search the earth,
+  Till we have found two in the shapes of men,
+  As wicked as our selves.
+
+  _Val._ 'Twere not so hard to find out those.
+
+  _Rich._ Why, if we find them out,
+  It were the better, for what brave villany,
+  Might we four do? we wou'd not keep together:
+  For every one has treachery enough
+  For twenty countreys, one should trouble _Asia_,
+  Another should sow strife in _Africa_;
+  But you should play the knave, in at home in _Europe_,
+  And for _America_ let me alone.
+
+  _Val._ Sir, I am honester,
+  Than you know how to be, and can no more
+  Be wrong'd, but I shall find my self aright.
+
+  _Rich._ If you had any spark of honesty,
+  You would not think that honester than I,
+  Were a praise high enough to serve your turn:
+  If men were commonly so bad as I,
+  Thieves would be put in Calendars for Saints;
+  And bones of murderers would work miracles.
+  I am a kind of knave, of knave so much
+  There is betwixt me, and the vilest else--
+  But the next place of all to mine is yours.
+
+        _Enter two Milk-maids and_ Viola _with pails_.
+
+  _Val._ That last is she, 'tis she.
+
+  _Rich._ Let us away, we shall infect her, let her have the wind,
+  And we will kneel down here.
+
+  _Vio._ Wenches away, for here are men.
+
+  _Val._ Fair maid, I pray you stay.
+
+  _Vio._ Alas, agen?
+
+  _Rich._ Why do you lay hold on her? I pray heartily let her go.
+
+  _Val._ With all my heart, I do not mean to hurt her.
+
+  _Rich._ But stand away then for the purest bodies
+  Will soonest take infection, stand away,
+  But for infecting her my self, by heaven,
+  I would come there, and beat thee further off.
+
+  _Vio._ I know that voice and face.
+
+  _Val._ You are finely mad, g[o]dbwy Sir, now you are here together,
+  I'll leave [y]ou so, god send you good luck, both; when you are
+  soberer, you'll give me thanks.                               [_Exit._
+
+  _Madg._ Wilt thou go milk? come.
+
+  _Nan._ Why dost not come?
+
+  _Madge._ She nods, she's asleep.
+
+  _Nan._ What wert up so early?
+
+  _Madge._ I think yon man's mad to kneel there, nay [come] away, uds
+  body, _Nan_, help, she looks black i'th face, She's in a sound.
+
+  _Nan._ And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.
+
+  _Rich._ Come thither? you are a fool.
+
+  _Nan._ And you a knave and a beast that you are.
+
+  _Rich._ Come hither, 'twas my being now so near,
+  That made [her] swound, and you are wicked people,
+  Or you wou'd do so too; my venom eyes
+  Strike innocency dead at such a distance,
+  Here I'll kneel, for this is out of distance.
+
+  _Nan._ Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,
+  I warrant, how dost thou?
+
+  _Vio._ Why? well.
+
+  _Madge._ Art thou able to go?
+
+  _Vio._ No, pray go you and milk, if I be able to come
+  I'll follow you, if not, Til sit here,
+  Till you come back.
+
+  _Nan._ I am loth to leave thee here with yon wild fool.
+
+  _Vio._ I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt me.
+
+  _Madge._ Come then _Nan_.                             [_Exeunt Maids._
+
+  _Rich._ How do you? be not fearfull, for I hold my hands
+  Before my mouth, and speak, and so
+  My breath can never blast you.
+
+  _Vio._ 'Twas enough to use me ill, though you had never sought me to
+  mock me, why kneel you so far off, were not that gesture better us'd
+  in prayer, had I dealt so with you, I should not sleep, till [God] and
+  you had both forgiven me.
+
+  _Rich._ I do not mock, nor lives there such a villain
+  That can do any thing contemptible
+  To you, but I do kneel, because it is
+  An action very fit and reverent,
+  In presence of so pure a creature,
+  And so far off, as fearful to offend,
+  One too much wrong'd already.
+
+  _Vio._ You confess you did the fault, yet scorn to come,
+  So far as hither, to ask pardon for't;
+  Which I could willingly afford to come,
+  To you to grant, good Sir if you have
+  A better love, may you be blest together.
+  She shall not wish you better than I will,
+  I but offend you, there are all the Jewels
+  I stole, and all the love I ever had,
+  I leave behind with you, I'll carry none
+  To give another may the next maid you try
+  Love you no worse, nor be no worse than I.
+
+  _Rich._ Do not leave me yet for all my fault,
+  Search out the next things to impossible,
+  And put me on them when they are effected,
+  I may with better modesty receive
+  Forgiveness from you.
+
+  _Vio._ I will set no pennance,
+  To gain the great forgiveness you desire:
+  But to come hither and take me and it,
+  Or else I'll come and beg, so you will grant,
+  That you will be content to be forgiven.
+
+  _Rich._ Nay, I will come since you [will] have it so,
+  And since you please to pardon me I hope
+  Free from infection, here I am by you;
+  A careless man, a breaker of my faith,
+  A lothsome drunkard; and in that wild fury:
+  A hunter after whores: I do beseech you,
+  To pardon all these faults, and take me up
+  An honest, sober, and a faithful man.
+
+  _Vio._ For [gods] sake, urge your faults no more, but mend,
+  All the forgiveness I can make you, is,
+  To love you, which I will do, and desire
+  Nothing but love again, which if I have not
+  Yet I will love you still.
+
+  _Rich._ Oh Women, that some one of you will take,
+  An everlasting pen into your hands:
+  And grave in paper which the writ shall make,
+  More lasting than the marble Monuments,
+  Your matchless virtues to posterities:
+  Which the defective race of envious man,
+  Strive to conceal.
+
+  _Vio._ Methinks I would not now for any thing,
+  But you had mist me, I have made a story,
+  Will serve to waste many a winters fire
+  When we are old, I'll [tell] my daughters then,
+  The miseries their Mother had in love:
+  And say, my girls be wiser, yet I would not
+  Have had more wit my self, take up those Jewels,
+  For I think I hear my fellows coming.
+
+        _Enter the Milk-maids with their pails._
+
+  _Madge._ How dost thou now?
+
+  _Vio._ Why, very well I thank you, 'tis late, shall I haste home?
+
+  _Nan._ I prethee we shall be shent soundly.
+
+  _Madge._ Why does that railing man goe with us?
+
+  _Vio._ I prethee speak well of him, on my word,
+  He's an honest man.
+
+  _Nan._ There was never any so one's complexion, a Gentleman?
+  I'de be asham'd to have such a foul mouth.                  [_Exeunt._
+
+        _Enter Mother_, Alexander, Andrugio, _and his man_ Rowland.
+
+  _Moth._ How now _Alexander_, what Gentleman is this?
+
+  _Alex._ Indeed forsooth I know not, I found him at the market full of
+  woe, crying a lost daughter, and telling all her tokens to the people;
+  and what you wot? by all subscription in the world, it should be our
+  new Maid _Melvia_, one would little think it, therefore I was bold to
+  tell him of her Mistriss.
+
+  _Moth._ _Melvia?_ It cannot be, fool, alas you know she is a poor
+  wench, and I took her in upon mere charity.
+
+  _And._ So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as she had made her
+  self.
+
+  _Moth._ What stature was your child of, Sir?
+
+  _And._ Not high, and of a brown complexion,
+  Her Hair aborn, a round face, which some friends that flattered me,
+  would say 'twould be a good one.
+
+  _Alex._ This is still _Melvia_, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.
+
+  _Moth._ It may be so, I'll promise you.
+
+  _Alex._ Well, goe thy ways, the flower of our Town, for a hand and a
+  foot, I shall never see thy fellow.
+
+  _Moth._ But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and Jewels?
+
+  _And._ She was something bold indeed, to take such things that night
+  she left me.
+
+  _Moth._ Then belike she run away?
+
+  _And._ Though she be one I love, I dare not lye, she did indeed.
+
+  _Moth._ What think you of this Jewel?
+
+  _And._ Yes, this was one of them, and this was mine, you have made me
+  a new man, I thank you for it.
+
+  _Moth._ Nay, and she be given to filching, there is your Jewel, I am
+  clear on't: but by your leave, Sir, you shall answer me for what is
+  lost since she came hither, I can tell you, there lye things
+  scattering in every place about the house.
+
+  _Alex._ As I am virtuous, I have the lyingst old Gentlewoman to my
+  Mistriss, and the most malicious, the devil a good word will she give
+  a servant, that's her old rule; and God be thanked, they'll give her
+  as few, there is perfect love on both sides, it yearns my heart to
+  [heare] the wench misconstrued, a careful soul she is, I'll be sworn
+  for her, and when she's gone, let them say what they will, they may
+  cast their caps at such another.
+
+  _And._ What you have lost by her, with all my heart
+  I'll see you double paid for, you have say'd
+  With your kind pity, two that must not live
+  Unless it be to thank you; take this Jewel,
+  This strikes off none of her offences, Mistriss,
+  Would I might see her.
+
+  _Moth._ _Alexander_, run, and bid her make haste home, she's at the
+  milking Close; but tell her not by any means who's here, I know she'll
+  be too fearful.
+
+  _Alex._ Well, we'll have a posset yet at parting, that's my comfort,
+  and one round, or else I'll lose my Will.                     [_Exit._
+
+  _And._ You shall find _Silvio_, _Uberto_, and _Pedro_ enquiring for
+  the Wench at the next Town, tell them she is found, and where I am,
+  and with the favor of this Gentlewoman, desire them to come hither.
+
+  _Moth._ I pray do, they shall be all welcome.            [_Exit Serv._
+
+        _Enter Justice,_ Curio, _and_ Mark.
+
+  _Just._ By your leave forsooth, you shall see me find the parties by a
+  slight.
+
+  _Moth._ Who's that, Mr. Justice? how do you, Sir?
+
+  _Just._ Why, very well, and busie, where's your Son?
+
+  _Moth._ He's within, Sir.
+
+  _Just._ Hum, and how does the young woman my Cosin, that came down
+  with him.
+
+  _Moth._ She's above, as a woman in her case may be.
+
+  _Just._ You have confest it? then sirrah call in the Officers: she's
+  no Cosin of mine; a mere trick to discover all.
+
+  _Moth._ To discover? what?
+
+        _Enter_ Mark _and Officers_.
+
+  _Just._ You shall know that anon: I think [you] have overreached you;
+  oh welcome, enter the house, and by virtue of my warrant which you
+  have there, seize upon the bodily persons of those whose names are
+  there written, to wit, one _Mercury_, and the wife of one _Antonio_.
+
+  _Moth._ For what.
+
+  _Just._ Away I say,
+  This Gentleman shall certifie you for what.            [_Ex. Officer._
+
+  _Moth._ He can accuse my Son of nothing, he came from travel but
+  within these two days.
+
+  _Just._ There hangs a tale.
+
+  _Moth._ I should be sorry this should fall out at any time: but
+  especially now Sir; will you favour me so much, as to let me know of
+  what you accuse him?
+
+  _Cur._ Upon suspition of murther.
+
+  _Moth._ Murther? I defie thee.
+
+  _Cur._ I pray God he may prove himself innocent.
+
+  _Just._ Fie, say not so, you shew your self to be no good
+  Common-wealths man: for the more are hang'd the better 'tis for the
+  Common-wealth.
+
+  _Moth._ By this rule you were best hang your self.
+
+  _Just._ I forgive your honest mirth ever: Oh welcome, welcome _Mark_.
+
+        _Enter_ Mark _and Officers, with_ Mercury _and the Wife_.
+
+  Your Pen, Ink, and Paper, to take their examinations.
+
+  _Mer._ Why do you pull me so? I'll go alone.
+
+  _Just._ Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they are
+  examin'd?
+
+  _Wife._ What will you examine us of?
+
+  _Just._ Of _Antonio's_ murther.
+
+  _Mer._ Why, he was my friend.
+
+  _Wife._ He was my Husband.
+
+  _Just._ The more shame for you both; _Mark_, your Pen and Ink.
+
+  _Moth._ Pray God all be well, I never knew any of these travellers
+  come to good; I beseech you, Sir, be favourable to my Son.
+
+  _Just._ Gentlewoman, hold you content, I would it were come to that!
+
+  _Mer._ For gods sake mother, why kneel you to such a pig-brib'd
+  fellow? he has surfeited of Geese, and they have put him into a fit of
+  Justice; let him do his worst.
+
+  _Just._ Is your paper ready?
+
+  _Mark._ I am ready, Sir.
+
+        _Enter_ Antonio.
+
+  _Just._ Accuse them, Sir, I command thee to lay down accusations
+  against these persons, in behalf of the State, and first look upon the
+  parties to be accus'd, and deliver your name.
+
+  _Cur._ My name is _Curio_, my murthered kinsman
+  If he were living now, I should not know him,
+  'Tis so long since we saw one another.
+
+  _Ant._ My Cosin _Curio_?
+
+  _Cur._ But thus much from the mouths of his servants, and others,
+  whose examinations I have in writing about me, I can accuse them of;
+  this _Mercury_, the last night, but this last, lay in _Antonio's_
+  house, and in the night he rose, raising _Antonio_, where privately
+  they were in talk an hour, to what end I know not: but of likelyhood,
+  finding _Antonio's_ house not a fit place to murder him in, he
+  suffered him to go to bed again, but in the morning early, he train'd
+  him I think forth, after which time he never saw his home; his cloaths
+  were found near the place where _Mercury_ was, and the people at first
+  denyed they saw him: but at last he made a friv[o]lous tale, that
+  there he shifted himself into a Footmans habit: but in short, the next
+  hour this woman went to _Mercury_, and in her Coach they posted
+  hither; true accusations, I have no more, and I will make none.
+
+  _Just._ No more? we need no more, sirrah, be drawing their Mittimus
+  before we hear their answer. What say you Sir? are you guilty of this
+  murther?
+
+  _Mer._ No Sir.
+
+  _Just._ Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the better for you.
+
+  _Mer._ If I were guilty, your Rhetorick could not fetch it forth: but
+  though I am innocent, I confess, that if I were a stander by, these
+  circ[u]mstances urg'd, which are true, would make me doubtless believe
+  the accused parties, to be guilty.
+
+  _Just._ Write down, that he being a stander by; for so you see he is,
+  doth doubtlesly believe the accused parties, which is himself to be
+  guilty.
+
+  _Mer._ I say no such thing.
+
+  _Just._ Write it down I say, we'll try that.
+
+  _Mer._ I care not what you write, pray God you did not kill him for my
+  love, though I am free from this, we both deserve--
+
+  _Wife._ Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my Husband lives,
+  I know it, and I see him.
+
+  _Just._ They whisper, sever them quickly I say, Officers, why do you
+  let them prompt one another, Gentlewoman, what say you to this, are
+  not you guilty?
+
+  _Wife._ No, as I hope for mercy.
+
+  _Just._ But are not those circumstances true, that this Gentleman hath
+  so shortly and methodically deliver'd?
+
+  _Wife._ They are, and what you do with me, I care not,
+  Since he is dead, in whom was all my care:
+  You knew him not.
+
+  _Just._ No, an't been better for you too, and you had never known him.
+
+  _Wife._ Why then you did not know the worlds chief joy,
+  His face so manly as it had been made,
+  To fright the world, yet he so sweetly temper'd;
+  That he would make himself a natural fool,
+  To do a noble kind[n]ess for a friend.
+  He was a man whose name I'll not out-live,
+  Longer than heaven, whose Will must be obey'd;
+  Will have me do.
+
+  _Ant._ And I will quit thy kindness.
+
+  _Just._ Before me, she has made the tears stand in mine eyes, but I
+  must be austere, Gentlewoman; you must confess this murder.
+
+  _Wife._ I cannot, Sir, I did it not, but I desire to see those
+  examinations which this Gentleman acknowledges to have about him, for
+  but late last night I receiv'd Letters from the City, yet I heard of
+  no confession, then.
+
+  _Just._ You shall see them time enough I warrant you, but Letters you
+  say you had, where are those Letters?
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, they are gone.
+
+  _Just._ Gone? whither are they gone?
+  How have you dispos'd of 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ Why Sir, they are for womens matters, and so I use 'em.
+
+  _Just._ Who writ 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ A man of mine.
+
+  _Just._ Who brought 'em?
+
+  _Wife._ A Post.
+
+  _Just._ A Post? there is some great haste sure, aha, where is that
+  Post?
+
+  _Wife._ Sir, there he stands..
+
+  _Just._ Does he so? bring hither that Post, I am afraid that Post will
+  prove a knave; come hither Post, what? what can you say concerning the
+  murder of _Antonio_?
+
+  _Ant._ What's that to you?
+
+  _Just._ Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll have one
+  from you.
+
+  _Ant._ You shall have no more from me than you have; you examine an
+  honest Gentleman and Gentlewoman here, 'tis pitty such fools as you
+  should be i'th Commission.
+
+  _Just._ Say you so Post, take away that Post, whip him and bring him
+  again quickly, I'll hamper you Post.
+
+  _Mer._ 'Tis _Antonio_, I know him now as well; what an irregular fool
+  is this!
+
+  _Ant._ Whip me? hold off.
+
+  _Wife._ Oh good Sir whip him, by his murmuring he should know
+  something of my Husbands death; that may quit me, for gods sake
+  fetch't out.
+
+  _Just._ Whip him I say.
+
+  _Ant._ Who is't dares whip me now?
+
+  _Wife._ Oh my lov'd Husband.
+
+  _Mer._ My most worthy friend? where have you been so long?
+
+  _Ant._ I cannot speak for joy.
+
+  _Just._ Why, what's the matter now, and shall not Law then have her
+  course?
+
+  _Andra._ It shall h[a]ve no other course than it has I think.
+
+  _Just._ It shall have other course before I go, or I'll beat my
+  brains, and I say it was not honestly done of him to discover himself
+  before the parties accus'd were executed, that Law might have had her
+  course, for then the kingdom flourishes.
+
+  _Ant._ But such a wife as thou, had never any man, and such a friend
+  as he, believe me wife, shall never be [a] good wife, love my friend,
+  friend love my wife, hark friend.
+
+  _Just._ _Mark_, if we can have nothing to do, you shall swear the
+  peace of some body.
+
+  _Mark._ Yes Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ By my troth I am sorry my wife is so obstinate, sooth, if I
+  could yet do thee any good, I wou'd, faith I wou'd.
+
+  _Mer._ I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.
+
+  _Ant._ Cosin _Curio_, you and I must be better acquainted.
+
+  _Cur._ It is my wish, Sir.
+
+  _Ant._ I should not have known you neither, 'tis so long since we saw,
+  we were but children then: but you have shew'd your self an honest man
+  to me.
+
+  _Cur._ I would be ever so.
+
+        _Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.
+
+  _Moth._ Look you, who's there.
+
+  _And._ Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.
+
+  _Rich._ Sir, I can nothing say,
+  But that you are her Father, you can both
+  Not only pardon, when you have a wrong,
+  But love where you have most injury.
+
+  _Just._ I think I shall hear of no hanging this year, there's A Tinker
+  and a Whore yet, the Cryer said, that rob'd her, and are in prison, I
+  hope they shall be hang'd.
+
+  _And._ No truly Sir, they have broke prison.
+
+  _Just._ 'Tis no matter, then [t]he Jaylor shall be hang'd.
+
+  _And._ You are deceiv'd in that too, Sir, 'twas known to be against
+  his will, and he hath got his pardon, I think for nothing, but if it
+  doth cost him any thing, I'll pay it.
+
+  _Just._ _Mark_, up with your papers, away.
+
+  _Mer._ Oh you shall stay dinner, I have a couple of brawling
+  neighbors, that I'll assure you will not agree, and you shall have
+  the hearing of their matter.
+
+  _Just._ With all my heart.
+
+  _Mer._ Go, Gentlemen, go in.
+
+  _Rich._ Oh _Viola_, that no succeeding age,
+  Might loose the memory of what thou wert,
+  But such an overswayed Sex is yours,
+  That all the virtuous actions you can do,
+  Are but as men will call them; and I swear,
+  'Tis my belief, that women want but ways;
+  To praise their deeds, but men want deeds to praise.  [_Exeunt omnes._
+
+
+
+
+  EPILOGUE.
+
+
+  _'Tis ended, but my hopes and fears begin,
+  Nor can it be imputed as a sin
+  In me to wish it favour, if this night,
+  To the Judicious it hath giv'n delight.
+  I have my ends, and may such for their grace,
+  Vouchsaf'd to this, find theirs in every place._
+
+
+
+
+  APPENDIX.
+
+
+    _In the following references to the text the lines are
+    numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts,
+    stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or
+    mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented,
+    there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered
+    after the left._
+
+  It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every
+  turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks
+  of exclamation and _vice versa_. Full-stops have been silently
+  inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given
+  the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches
+  are frequently run on. Misprints in the Quartos and the First Folio
+  are recorded when they appear to be interesting. A word or two from
+  the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below in cases
+  where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered
+  punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation between
+  the preceding and following words.
+
+
+
+  #A#=First folio. #B#=Second folio.
+
+
+
+  THE WOMANS PRIZE.
+
+
+  p. #1#,  ll. 5-29. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #3#,  l. 13. B] _Mar._
+           l. 36. B] breeches out of fear,
+
+  p. #5#,  l. 27. B] _Rom_.
+
+  p. #6#,  l. 6.  A] Fox and _Moroso_
+
+  p. #7#,  l. 26. A] have I
+
+  p. #8#,  l. 5.  A] up rowse
+           l. 7.  A] o' th longs
+
+  p. #10#, l. 38. B] Wonting
+
+  p. #11#, l. 19. A] 'Cheere
+           l. 35. B] _Jap._
+
+  p. #12#, l. 22. A] home at
+
+  p. #14#, l. 13. A] Spinala's
+
+  p. #15#, l. 20. B] saying from
+           l. 23. B] list, lie
+           l. 29. B] as' tfol wols
+           l. 34. B] Bug-words
+
+  p. #16#, l. 28. B] accept
+           l. 32. A] i'ld
+
+  p. #18#, l. 20. B] _Mar._
+
+  p. #19#, l. 2.  A] all thy
+           l. 23. a] Jewry
+
+  p. #20#, l. 1.  A _and_ B] shall believe
+           l. 9.  B] speed?
+           l. 18. B] so.
+
+  p. #21#, l. 13. B] you
+
+  p. #22#, l. 3.  B] Stranger, than
+
+  p. #23#, l. 26. A _omits_] is
+
+  p. #24#, l. 8.  B] him.
+           l. 10. B] it;
+
+  p. #25#, l. 14. A _omits_] _Mor._
+
+  p. #26#, l. 36. B] selves
+
+  p. #27#, l. 26. B _omits_] most
+           l. 27. B] Coughs.
+
+  p. #28#, l. 10. A] doe th'em
+           l. 21. A] Found
+
+  p. #29#, l. 32. B] _Bow._
+           l. 35. A] _Row_. Thou hast heard I am sure of Esculapius.
+                     So were etc.
+
+  p. #30#, l. 14. B] _Row._ Thou
+           l. 19. B] be
+           l. 34. B] _Raw._
+           l. 39. B _omits_] doe
+
+  p. #32#, l. 33. B] aad
+
+  p. #33#, l. 5.  B] Godheads
+           l. 40. A _repeats here_
+           ll. 16-25 _on_ p. 29, _with the following alterations_]
+
+            _Enter three mayds, at severall doors._
+                     goes the businesse
+
+  p. #34#, l. 1.  B] _Tertia._
+
+  p. #35#, l. 8.  B] Heaven
+           l. 16. B] the Kingdom
+           ll. 22-36. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #36#, ll. 3, 4. A _omits_] _Citizens and Countrey women._
+
+  p. #37#, l. 14. B _omits_] then
+           l. 22. A] I lie
+           l. 40. A _and_ B] Plackets.
+
+  p. #38#, l. 1.  B] Dary
+           ll. 30, 31. _Not in_ B
+
+  p. #39#, l. 5.  A _and_ B] importun'd.
+           l. 24. B] down the
+           l. 29. B] commanded
+
+  p. #40#, l. 1.  B] _Petro._
+           l. 17. B] Mistresses
+
+  p. #41#, l. 4.  B] _Tro._
+
+  p. #42#, l. 35. A _and_ B] leave.
+
+  p. #43#, l. 15. B] _Jac._
+           l. 31. B] Payers
+
+  p. #44#, l. 7.  B] _Jac._
+           l. 10. A] Bagget
+           l. 12. A] a sober
+           l. 31. A] _Cinque-pace_
+                     Dame tosse and Butter, had he Bob too?
+
+  p. #45#, l. 33. B] pains
+
+  p. #46#, l. 34. A] plush, perfum'd, and purffle B] purffle,
+           l. 38. B] hangings.
+
+  p. #47#, l. 31. A _omits_] you
+           l. 36. A] built
+
+  p. #50#, l. 7.  A] love too
+           l. 31. A] there's no gewgaws
+
+  p. #51#, l. 33. B] Woman.
+
+  p. #53#, l. 23. A] Heaven
+
+  p. #56#, l. 14. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #57#, l. 5.  A] dunhill
+           l. 8.  B] two
+           l. 33. A] get dozen
+
+  p. #58#, l. 1.  B] would
+           l. 6.  B] Eeel
+
+  p. #61#, l. 24. A] these
+
+  p. #62#, l. 34. B] Maid
+           l. 39. B _omits bracket_
+           l. 40. A] dogge-latch
+
+  p. #66#, l. 11. B] pounds
+
+  p. #67#, l. 34. B] _Exunt_
+
+  p. #68#, l. 6.  B _omits_] feare
+
+  p. #69#, l. 18. A] by-lowes
+           l. 19. A] can hate
+           l. 26. A _omits_] my
+
+  p. #70#, l. 7.  B _omits_] again
+
+  p. #71#, l. 8.  B] Woman.
+           l. 24. B] 'cut
+
+  p. #72#, l. 26. B] signs.
+
+  p. #73#, l. 6.  B] _Petrn_.
+           l. 29. A] morall
+
+  p. #75#, l. 15. A] new adventure
+           l. 16. A] us nothing
+
+  p. #76#, l. 9.  B] _Catayana_
+
+  p. #78#, l. 4.  A] Ha's
+
+  p. #79#, l. 34. B _omits_], you
+
+  p. #80#, l. 1.  B] pettish
+           l. 23.  B. _omits_] God
+
+  p. #81#, l. 33. A _omits_] _Exeunt_
+
+  p. #83#, l. 4.  B] come, exceed
+
+  p. #85#, l. 28. B] Fadding
+           l. 31. A] seagly
+
+  p. #86#, l. 12. B] same.
+           l. 37. A] had his
+
+  p. #89#, l. 6.  A] home since, since ye
+           l. 15. A] thy bread
+           l. 16. A] thy teeth
+           l. 33. B] _Petro_
+           l. 36. B _omits_] done
+
+  p. #90#, l. 2.  B] _M_or
+
+
+
+  THE ISLAND PRINCESS.
+
+
+  p. #91#, ll. 3-42. _Omitted in_ A
+
+  p. #92#, l. 7.   B] find.
+           l. 12.  B] surprize.
+           l. 24.  B] tightly
+
+  p. #93#, l. 35.  B _omits_] weares
+
+  p. #94#, l. 23.  B] since
+
+  p. #95#, l. 14.  A] 'is a
+
+  p. #98#, l. 18.  A] a tenant
+
+  p. #100#, l. 24. B] And
+            ll. 28, 29. B _omits stage direction_
+
+  p. #101#, l. 5.  A] Let my
+
+  p. #103#, l. 9.  A] There they should lye as miseries
+            l. 13. B] will
+
+  p. #104#, l. 2.  B] this
+            l. 14. A] accept your prisoner
+
+  p. #105#, l. 31. A] Clod with
+
+  p. #107#, l. 20. A _omits_] and
+
+  p. #108#, l. 31. B _omits_] her
+
+  p. #109#, l. 1.  A] holds my
+
+  p. #110#, l. 10. B] men do to
+
+  p. #111#, l. 6.  B] begun
+            l. 30. A _omits one_] that
+
+  p. #113#, l. 35. B] Merchans
+
+  p. #114#, l. 33. B] _Then._
+
+  p. #116#, l. 34. B] Body, oh me
+
+  p. #117#, l. 2.  B] rhese
+
+  p. #118#, l. 37. B] preparation?
+
+  p. #122#, l. 17. B] Princess
+
+  p. #123#, l. A _omits_] him
+            l. 33. B] woman
+
+  p. #124#, l. 23. B] Aud
+
+  p. #125#, l. 5.  A] you
+
+  p. #126#, l. 8.  B] kinsman.
+            l. 14. A] wert
+
+  p. #127#, l. 2.  B] dare
+            l. 24. B] followers.
+            l. 37. A] have you
+
+  p. #128#, l. 8.  A] Princesse
+            l. 13. B] _Pyu._
+            l. 20. B] Love these
+            l. 28. A] feates
+
+  p. #129#, l. 32. B] enconragement
+
+  p. #130#, l. 25. B] _Pen._
+
+  p. #131#, l. 13. A] Is love
+            l. 33. A] And be but to make cleane his sword: coward
+
+  p. #132#, l. 23. A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #135#, l. 8.  A] Princesse
+
+  p. #136#, l. 28. B] hope no night
+
+  p. #138#, l. 40. A] complaine, me
+
+  p. #143#, l. 30. A] And then
+
+  p. #144#, l. 12. A _omits_] is
+            l. 20. A] Now I
+
+  p. #145#, l. 35. A] toward
+
+  p. #146#, l. 27. B] Island
+
+  p. #147#, l. 1.  B] dance.
+            l. 20. A] Plow
+
+  p. #148#, l. 16. A] And may
+            l. 33. B] endeavour;
+
+  p. #149#, l. 12. A] hide in iniquities
+            l. 18. A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #150#, l. 30. A] _Emanuel_--not--
+
+  p. #151#, l. 12. B] Armusia.
+
+  p. #152#, l. 6.  A] with'm
+            l. 10. B] honourably
+            l. 27. B] him [_full point supplied_]
+
+  p. #153#, l. 1.  A] wils
+
+  p. #154#, l. 1.  A] you
+
+  p. #155#, l. 7.  B] knowledge;
+            l. 8.  B] swellings, A] maine aire
+            l. 16. A] doe performe
+
+  p. #157#, l. 25. A] bound to?
+
+  p. #158#, l. 2.  A] plague 'a
+            l. 26. A] stinch
+
+  p. #159#, l. 10. B] Nations
+
+  p. #160#, l. 31. B _omits_] for 't;
+
+  p. #161#, l. 32. B _omits the second_] ye
+
+  p. #162#, l. 8. B] you
+
+  p. #163#, l. 31. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #164#, l. 18. B] you
+
+  p. #165#, l. 11. A] his arrant
+
+  p. #168#, l. 25. B] thakful
+            l. 26. B] Dios
+
+  p. #170#, l. 17. B] Princesses
+
+  There is an edition of _The Island Princess_ in the British Museum
+  (161. c. 70) dated 1669, 'As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal by His
+  Majesties Servants. With the Alterations and New Additional Scenes.
+  Licensed May 31. 1669. Roger L'Estrange.' It does not appear to be
+  desirable to record here more than the following readings from a
+  collation kindly made by Mrs Arnold Glover:
+
+  p. #92#,  l. 22. pleasures
+
+  p. #96#,  l. 6. alone as a mask
+
+  p. #103#, l. 27. _Dias_ could
+
+  p. #104#, l. 21. your countrey
+
+  p. #105#, l. 31. Clad
+
+  p. #106#, l. 34. next to nothing
+
+  p. #108#, l. 18. thou wish her
+
+  p. #116#, to p. #117#, l. 15. _Re-written_
+
+  p. #117#, l. 29. without courage
+            l. 35. boyish brains out
+
+  p. #140#, l. 24. to tax
+
+  pp. #164, 165#. _Re-written_ _A prologue and an epilogue are added_
+
+
+
+  THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN.
+
+
+  p. #171#, ll. 3-28. _Not in_ A
+                      _The Prologue is printed at the end of the play_
+            l. 13. B] Lougueville
+
+  p. #172#, l. 2.  B] aud
+            l. 31. B] ro
+
+  p. #173#, l. 8.  A] you be
+            l. 16. A] preacht
+            l. 30. A] travaile
+
+  p. #174#, l. 8.  A] lights ... makes
+
+  p. #175#, l. 38. B] worthy
+
+  p. #176#, l. 19. B] upbraid
+            l. 39. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #177#, l. 26. A] not, in
+
+  p. #178#, l. 20. B] he
+            l. 25. A] looks
+
+  p. #179#, l. 2.  B] _Mousieur_
+
+  p. #184#, l. 1.  A] mine still, when
+            l. 15. A] trojan purple
+
+  p. #185#, l. 11. A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+
+  p. #186#, ll. 18, 19. A]                        contented her,
+                           When you first married her; a
+
+  p. #187#, l. 1.  B] mighty
+            l. 3.  B _omits_] up
+
+  p. #189#, l. 5.  A _omits the second_] the
+
+  p. #196#, l. 23. A _omits_] answer
+
+  p. #198#, l. 5.  A] do your
+
+  p. #199#, l. 4.  B _omits_] are
+            l. 17. A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+
+  p. #200#, l. 24. A] for me
+
+  p. #202#, l. 36. B] Wake
+
+  p. #203#, l. 20. B] you
+
+  p. #209#, l. 31. B _omits_] good
+
+  p. #211#, l. 10. A] Meron
+
+  p. #212#, l. 8.  A] thy Duke
+            l. 29. A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._ A _omits_] _and_
+
+  p. #213#, l. 3.  A] ready husband
+
+  p. #214#, l. 5.  B] you?
+            l. 14. A] post horse
+            l. 16. B] _Shyt._
+
+  p. #215#, l. 10. A] innumerall
+            l. 21. A] you'r
+
+  p. #217#, l. 19. A _omits_] sword
+            l. 30. B] defend
+
+  p. #218#, l. 16. A] see thy
+
+  p. #221#, l. 33. A] my soule
+
+  p. #222#, l. 8.  B] you
+
+  p. #223#, l. 29. A] full, being in
+            l. 30. B] would
+            l. 33. B] mads
+
+  p. #224#, l. 7.  B] leasure.
+
+  p. #226#, l. 25. A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+            l. 28. B _omits_] and
+            l. 36. B] _srq._
+
+  p. #228#, l. 25. A] those
+            l. 36. B] _Duste._
+
+  p. #229#, l. 7.  B] I am
+            l. 9.  A] Nor shall you
+            l. 19. B] Lorgue
+            l. 22. B _omits_] the
+
+  p. #230#, l. 5.  B] you
+            l. 13. A] you, furnisht in
+
+  p. #231#, l. 26. A] Disgraced
+            l. 33. B _omits_] God's ... Gentlemen
+
+  p. #232#, l. 15. A] them? B] 'em?
+            l. 34. B _omits_] by heaven
+
+  p. #236#, l. 19. B] assures
+
+  p. #237#, l. 29. _So, both in_ A _and_ B
+            l. 41. B] appose
+
+  p. #239#, l. 17. A] say'e?
+
+
+
+  THE CORONATION.
+
+
+  #A#=the quarto of 1640. #B#=the 2nd folio.
+
+  Mrs Arnold Glover has kindly collated a copy of the quarto in the Dyce
+  collection; Mr R.F. Towndrow has kindly collated a copy of the quarto
+  in the Bodleian.
+
+  The title page of the quarto is as follows:
+
+  The | Coronation | A Comedy. | As it was presented by her | Majesties
+  Servants at the private | House in _Drury_ Lane. | Written by _John
+  Fletcher_. Gent. | _LONDON_, | Printed by _Tho. Cotes_, for _Andrew
+  Crooke_, and | _William Cooke_. and are to be sold at the signe | of
+  the _Greene Dragon_, in _Pauls_ | _Church-yard_. 1640.
+
+  p. #240#, l. 4.  A] The Actors Names.
+            l. 24. A] The Prologue
+            l. 26. B] a Corporation day
+            l. 36. B] in
+
+  p. #241#, l. 3.  B] Temple
+            l. 16. B] Prologue too?
+            l. 29. A. _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+
+  p. #244#, l. 10. A] _Macarius_
+            l. 21. B] Prince?
+
+  p. #246#, l. 28. B] it
+
+  p. #247#, l. 30. B] obsolute
+
+  p. #249#, l. 19. B] he
+            l. 37. B] Ketch
+
+  p. #250#, l. 28. B] _Selecus_
+
+  p. #251#, l. 30. B] commonl
+
+  p. #252#, l. 6.  A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+
+  p. #254#, l. 29. B] court, with A] dower
+
+  p. #256#, l. 8.  A] gives
+            l. 9.  B] hot
+            l. 19. A] should
+
+  p. #257#, l. 19. B] _Are._
+            l. 28. A] _Ladies and attendants, Gent._
+
+  p. #258#, l. 1.  A] _Seleucus_
+
+  p. #260#, l. 5.  B] forget
+
+  p. #261#, l. 34. B] immatrial
+
+  p. #262#, l. 5.  A _omits_] the
+            l. 7.  B] purpose.
+
+  p. #263#, l. 23. B] that purpose to make you so
+            l. 31. B] tho
+
+  p. #264#, l. 34. B] me.
+            l. 38. B _omits_] and now
+
+  p. #267#, l. 4.  A _and_ B _read_] _Phi._ [_before_ 'Tis]
+            l. 5.  A _gives this line to_] _Phi._
+            l. 6.  A _gives this line to_] _Lisa._
+            l. 12. B] Qeeen
+            l. 14. A _and_ B _read_] _Lisa._
+
+  p. #272#, l. 25. B] minure
+
+  p. #273#, l. 7.  B] failty
+
+  p. #274#, l. 11. A] there is
+            l. 23. A _and_ B _read_] Deliver
+
+  p. #276#, l. 14. A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+            l. 37. B] or
+
+  p. #278#, l. 27. A _and_ B _read_] rise
+
+  p. #280#, l. 20. B] 'ill
+
+  p. #285#, l. 10. A _omits_] _Sop._
+
+  p. #286#, l. 17. B] Wiliow
+
+  p. #287#, l. 9.  A] He'e my
+
+  p. #289#, l. 13. A] bove all
+
+  p. #292#, l. 1.  A _omits_] _Scaena Prima._
+
+  p. #293#, l. 31. B] We
+
+  p. #294#, l. 18. B] Protestor
+            l. 37. B] work
+
+  p. #296#, l. 24. A] to it
+            l. 25. A] doe it
+
+  p. #297#, l. 5.  B] There's
+            l. 9.  B] punish
+
+  p. #298#, l. 19. B] _Pil._
+
+  p. #299#, l. 3.  A _omits_] In
+            l. 5.  B] there's
+            l. 9.  B] honor, what
+
+  p. #300#, l. 10. A] doe
+
+  p. #302#, l. 18. A] _Eubulus_ B] _Etxi_
+            l. 20. A _omits semicolon_
+
+  p. #303#, l. 29. A _omits_] and
+
+  p. #304#, l. 30. A] _Demetrius_
+
+  p. #305#, l. 19. B] two
+
+  p. #306#, l. 5.  B] _Sis._
+            l. 28. A] The Epilogue
+            l. 34. B] sad
+
+
+
+  THE COXCOMB.
+
+
+  #A#=1st folio. #B#=2nd folio.
+
+  p. #308#, ll. 3-43. _Not in_ A
+
+  p. #309#, l. 1.  A] The Prologue
+            l. 13. A] the
+
+  p. #310#, l. 15. B] You'ave
+
+  p. #311#, l. 1.  A] Be
+
+  p. #313#, l. 27. B] they we'll, Ill keep them
+
+  p. #314#, l. 14. B] mouths my
+            l. 18. A _and_ B _omit_] _Ant._
+            l. 29. A _and_ B] Gentlewoman?
+
+  p. #315#, l. 6.  A] Husband will come
+            l. 9.  A] I had you had
+            l. 28. A] foole to--
+
+  p. #316#, l. 10. A _omits_] _Exit._
+            l. 18. A] so their
+            l. 20. B] mad
+            l. 23. B] her? her?
+            l. 25. B _omits_] had
+
+  p. #317#, l. 1.  A] be sure
+            l. 30. B] heaven
+
+  p. #319#, l. 21. _Omitted in_ B
+            l. 22. A] no jugling
+            l. 31. A] do most jest
+
+  p. #320#, l. 6.  B] she
+
+  p. #321#, l. 29. B] Faith sweet
+            l. 38. B] thee
+
+  p. #322#, l. 18. B _adds_] _Exit._
+            l. 19. B] Wore
+
+  p. #323#, l. 3.  B] Y'cannot
+            l. 25. A _and_ B] me?
+
+  p. #324#, l. 2.  B _omits_] to
+
+  p. #325#, l. 3.  B] _hed_
+            l. 10. A] your towne
+
+  p. #327#, l. 11. B] will
+            l. 38. B] Heaven
+
+  p. #328#, l. 3.  B] I'll
+
+  p. #329#, l. 2.  B] better
+            l. 6.  B] ventures
+            l. 12. A] excepted, ever
+            l. 31. A] an humour
+
+  p. #331#, l. 7.  B] tell thee
+            l. 12. B _omits_] and
+            l. 20. A] hang
+            l. 26. B] Heaven
+            l. 30. A] I am
+
+  p. #337#, l. 14. B] are
+            l. 22. B] Heaven
+
+  p. #338#, l. 29. A _omits_] Andrugio _and_
+            l. 31. B _omits this line_
+            l. 34. A] had in it a sap-house
+
+  p. #340#, l. 30. B] if any
+
+  p. #342#, l. 3.  A] purpose
+
+  p. #343#, l. 13. A _omits_] _Serv._
+
+  p. #344#, l. 5.  A _omits_] I
+
+  p. #345#, l. 29. A] world is
+
+  p. #347#, l. 4.  B] too
+            l. 15. B _omits_] thou
+
+  p. #348#, l. 10. A] antowardst
+            l. 26. A] do
+
+  p. #349#, l. 2.  A] and pretious
+
+  p. #350#, l. 5.  A] a gods
+            l. 11. A] a tipling ... an'
+            l. 12. B] please
+            l. 15. B _omits_] night?
+            l. 33. B] Heavens
+
+  p. #351#, l. 21. B] now
+            l. 40. A] thou art
+
+  p. #352#, l. 33. B] impotunate
+
+  p. #353#, l. 3.  A] _Exeunt._
+            l. 7.  A] How injuringly
+            l. 10. A] shalt
+            l. 19. B] work withal
+            l. 20. A] goe too
+
+  p. #354#, l. 13. B] We'll
+            l. 24. B] should
+            l. 33. B _omits_] Jesse
+
+  p. #355#, l. 10. B] _Nay._
+            l. 14. A _omits_] have
+            l. 33. B] Genlewoman
+
+  p. #356#, l. 18. B _omits_] me
+            l. 32. B _omits_] Faith
+            l. 39. B] blessing on
+
+  p. #357#, l. 1.  B] awkeward
+            l. 3.  B] I answer
+            l. 10. ? visit yon
+            l. 21. B] dispach'd
+
+  p. #358#, l. 1.  B] _Antouio_
+            l. 6.  A] beshrow
+            l. 19. B _omits_] a
+            l. 38. B] and and
+
+  p. #359#, l. 21. A _omits_] I
+            l. 32. A _and_ B] Pigeons?
+
+  p. #361#, l. 3. A] lov'd? so all
+
+  p. #362#, l. 4.  B _omits_] you
+
+  p. #363#, l. 9.  A] read an I
+            l. 32. A _omits_] a
+
+  p. #364#, l. 32. B] for my
+
+  p. #365#, l. 21. A _omits_] I
+
+  p. #366#, l. 3.  A] a meere
+            l. 35. A] no Inches
+
+  p. #368#, l. 18. B] goodbwy
+            l. 19. B] oou
+            l. 25. B] come come
+            l. 26. A] yes body
+            l. 32. B] her her
+
+  p. #369#, l. 4.  A] with you
+            l. 12. A] too mocke me to,
+            l. 14. B] heaven
+            l. 31. A] carry now
+
+  p. #370#, l. 4.  B] you'll
+            l. 12. B] heavens
+            l. 27. B _omits_] tell
+
+  p. #371#, l. 9.  A] wot you what?
+
+  p. #372#, l. 4.  B] see
+            l. 9.  A] paid, for you
+            l. 37. B] I
+
+  p. #374#, l. 24. B] frivilous
+            l. 37. B] circmstances
+
+  p. #375#, l. 26. B] kindess
+
+  p. #376#, l. 37. B] heve
+
+  p. #377#, l. 4.  B _omits_] a
+            l. 30. B] rhe
+
+  p. #378#, l. 9.  A] The Epilogue
+
+
+
+  END OF VOL. VIII.
+
+
+
+  CAMBRIDGE:  PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.
+
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