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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: 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 + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER'S WORKS *** + + + + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<h3>FRANCIS BEAUMONT</h3> + +<h4>Born 1584<br /> +Died 1616</h4> + +<p> </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> </p> +<h4>THE WOMANS PRIZE<br /> +THE ISLAND PRINCESS<br /> +THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN<br /> +THE CORONATION<br /> +THE COXCOMB<br /> +</h4> + + +<p> </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> </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, <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. Scæna 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> God give 'em joy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Amen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> '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> Methinks now,<br /> +He's not so terrible as people think him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> This old thief flatters, out of meer devotion,<br /> +To please the Father for his second daughter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> But shall he have her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Yes, when I have <i>Rome</i>.<br /> +And yet the father's for him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> I'll assure ye,<br /> +I hold him a good man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Yes sure a wealthy,<br /> +But whether a good womans man, is doubtful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> 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> I fear it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> So do I too:<br /> +And so far, that if God had made me woman,<br /> +And his wife that must be—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> What would you do, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> So I should think too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> He's a good fellow,<br /> +And on my word I love him: but to think<br /> +A fit match for this tender soul—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> He will bury her,<br /> +Ten pound to twenty shillings, within these three weeks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> 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> Yes certain,<br /> +This old sport must have eggs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Not yet this ten daies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Sweet Gentlemen with Muskadel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> That's right, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> This fellow broods his Master: speed ye <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> We shall be for you presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> So Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Y'are merry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Would I were wise too: so God bless your worship.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> The fellow tells you true. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaq.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> 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> Why not now?<br /> +One charge had serv'd for both.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> There's reason in't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Call'd <i>Rowland</i>—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Will ye walk?<br /> +They'll think we are lost: Come Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You have wip'd him now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> So will he never the wench, I hope.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> I wish it. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Scæna Secunda.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Livia.</p> + +<p> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Why then take this way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> '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> Then you flatter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Alas, you know I cannot.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p5_27" id="p5_27" class="fc"><i>Ro</i>[<i>w</i>].</a> What hope's left else<br /> +But flying to enjoy ye?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> And then <i>Moroso</i> h'as ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> But his money,<br /> +If wealth may win you—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> I cannot say I doubt ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> I had rather—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Prethee believe me, if I do not carry it,<br /> +For both our goods—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> But—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> What but?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I would tell you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Why you shall; will that content you? Goe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> Farewel. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rowland.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Stay, shall I do it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Have you a stomach to't?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I never shew'd it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 'Twill shew the rarer and the stronger in you.<br /> +But do not say I urg'd you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> This is brave now,<br /> +If you continue it; but your own Will lead you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Here is your Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Here is the brave old mans love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> That loves the young man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Dear Sister,<br /> +Where have you been, you talk thus?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Why at Church, wench;<br /> +Where I am ti'd to talke thus: I am a wife now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> It seems so, and a modest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> You are an ass;<br /> +When thou art married once, thy modesty<br /> +Will never buy thee pins.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 'Bless me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> From what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> From such a tame fool as our cosin <i>Livia</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> You are not mad.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Whither will this woman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> You may perceive her end.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Or rather fear it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Dare you be partner in't?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> A strange <i>Exordium</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> And I'll do it bravely,<br /> +Or may I knit my life out ever after.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 'Tis I swear.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Weigh but the person, and the hopes you have,<br /> +To work this desperate cure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> Are you of this faith?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Yes truly, and will die in't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Why then let's all wear breeches.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> You are learned, Sister;<br /> +Yet I say still take heed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Hey, hey boys, this is excellent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Thou wilt be chronicl'd.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +<i>Mar.</i> That's all I aim at.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> To make him cuckold?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> If he deserve it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Then I'll leave ye Ladies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Good night: the Bridegroom will be with you presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> That's more than you know.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> So.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Good night: we'll trouble you no further.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> If you intend no good, pray do no harm.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> None, but pray for you. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Livia.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> <a name="p11_19" id="p11_19" class="fc">Cheer</a> wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> My Master forsooth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Oh how does thy Master? prethee commend me to him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> How's this? my Master stays forsooth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Why let him stay, who hinders him forsooth?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> The Revel's ended now,<br /> +To visit you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I am not sick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I mean to see his chamber forsooth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> In the low matted Parlour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> There lies his way by the long Gallery.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I mean your chamber: y'are very merry Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> '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> Do gentle <i>Jaques</i>. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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>Scæna 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> 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> Of this nights Stage?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> I am your first man, a pair of Gloves of twenty shillings.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Done: who takes me up next? I am for all bets.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> His courage quench'd, and so far quench'd—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 'Tis well Sir.<br /> +What then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Fly, fly, quoth then the fearful dwarfe;<br /> +Here is no place for living man.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Petru.</i> 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> No truly, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Petron.</i> 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> 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> That you cannot neither.</p> + +<p><i>Petru.</i> Why?</p> + +<p><i>Jaq.</i> 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> What dost thou mean?</p> + +<p> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Art not thou drunk?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> He's drunk, he's drunk; come, come, let's up.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> I'll try that. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Soph.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> How dost thou say? the door fast lock'd fellow?<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Jaq.</i> 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> How's this? how's this? they are—<br /> +Is there another with her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Yes marry is there, and an Enginier.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Who's that for Heavens sake?<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Jaq.</i> 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> I should laugh at that good <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Beat back again, she's fortified for ever.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Am I drunk now, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd.<br /> +I have scap'd a pretty scowring.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> What are they mad? have we another <i>Bedlam</i>?<br /> +They do not talke I hope?<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Soph.</i> Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at <i>London-bridge</i> +is nothing near her.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petru.</i> How got she tongue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> As you got tail, she was born to't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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>cætera 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> Why then <i>tantara</i> for us.</p> + +<p><i>Soph.</i> 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> The window opens, beat a parley first;<br /> +I am so much amaz'd, my very hair stands.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Why how now Daughter: what intrench'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> A little guarded for my safety, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> For your safety Sweet-heart? why who offends you?<br /> +I come not to use violence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I think you cannot, Sir, I am better fortified.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I know your end,<br /> +You would fain reprieve your Maiden-head<br /> +A night, or two.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Yes, or ten, or twenty, or say an hundred;<br /> +Or indeed, till I list lie with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> 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> That trim Gentlemans wife, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Cry you mercy, do you command too?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Yes marry does she, and in chief.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> I do command, and you shall go without:<br /> +(I mean your wife, for this night)<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Thou wilt not, wilt'a?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Indeed these are <a name="p15_34" id="p15_34" class="fc">Bug[s]-words</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You hear Sir, she can talk, God be thanked.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I would I heard it not, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> You'll let me in I hope, for all this jesting.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Hope still, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> You will come down I am sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I am sure I will not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> I'll fetch you then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> Bless me from a chicken of thy hatching,<br /> +Is this wiving?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 'Tis so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating<br /> +Out of the window like a broken Miller!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Play sure wench, the Packs in thine own hand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches<br /> +Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Why this is a Riddle:<br /> +I love you, and I love you not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> It is so:<br /> +And till your own experience do untie it,<br /> +This distance I must keep.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> If you talk more,<br /> +I am angry, very angry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I am glad on't, and I will talk.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> If you can carry't so, 'tis very well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> No, you shall carry it, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Peace gentle Low-bel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Use no more words, but come down instantly,<br /> +I charge thee by the duty of a child.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Prethee come <i>Maria</i>, I forgive all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> This is monstrous:<br /> +That blessing that <i>St. Dunstan</i> gave the Devil,<br /> +If I were neer thee, I would give thee—<br /> +Pull thee down by th' nose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Saints should not rave, Sir;<br /> +A little Rubarb now were excellent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> I do confess that duty, make your best on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Why give me leave, I will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Sir, there's no learning<br /> +An old stiff Jade to trot, you know the moral.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Yet as I take it, Sir, I owe no more<br /> +Than you owe back again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> You will not Article?<br /> +All I owe, presently, let me but up, I'll pay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Well, what remedy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> A fine smart Cudgel. Oh that I were near thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> These are the most authentique Rebels, next<br /> +<i>Tyrone</i>, I ever read of.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Thou Boy thou.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Well there are more Maids than <i>Maudlin</i>, that's my comfort.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Yes, and more men than <i>Michael</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I must not to bed with this stomach, and no meat Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> No.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Put up your Pipes: to bed Sir, I'll assure you<br /> +A months siege will not shake us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Moro.</i> Well said Colonel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> I'll hang first.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> If ye dare sally. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt above.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> The devil's in 'em, ev'n the very devil, the downright +devil.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Petru.</i> 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 <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> 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> I'll stand perdue upon 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> My Regiment shall lie before.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I think <a name="p20_18" id="p20_18" class="fc">so,</a> 'tis grown too old to stand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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—<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>Scæna Quarta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Pedro <i>at several doors.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Row.</i> Now <i>Pedro</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Very busie Master <i>Rowland</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> What haste man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> I beseech you pardon me,<br /> +I am not mine own man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Thou art not mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> No; but believe me, as hasty—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> The cause good <i>Pedro</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> There be a thousand Sir; you are not married?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Not yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Keep your self quiet then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Why?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +<i>Ped.</i> You'll find a Fiddle<br /> +That never will be tun'd else: from all women— <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> What ails the fellow tro? <i>Jaques</i>?<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Jaq.</i> Your friend Sir.<br /> +But very full of business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Nothing but business?<br /> +Prethee the reason, is there any dying?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I would there were Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> But thy business?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> How does my Mistriss?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Like a resty jade.<br /> +She's spoil'd for riding. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Jaques.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Now <i>Rowland</i>.<br /> +I cannot stay to talk long.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> What's the matter?<br /> +Here's stirring, but to what end? whither goe you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> To view the Works.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> What Works?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> The womens Trenches.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Trenches? are such to see?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> I do not jest, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I cannot understand you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Do not you hear<br /> +In what a state of quarrel the new Bride<br /> +Stands with her Husband?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Let him stand with her, and there's an end.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> 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> 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> This may be for me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Will you along?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> No.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Farewel. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Sophocles.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Why do you look so strange?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> I use to look Sir<br /> +Without examination.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Belike then<br /> +The object discontents you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Yes it does.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Is't come to this? you know me, do you not?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Yes, as I may know many by repentance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Why do you break your faith?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> I'll tell you that too,<br /> +You are under age, and no band holds upon you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Excellent wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Better still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 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> 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> She's mine from all the world: ha wench?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Ha Chicken?— <span class="ralign">[<i>gives him a box o' th' ear, and Ex.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> How's this? I do not love these favors: save you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> The devil take thee— <span class="ralign">[<i>wrings him by th' nose.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Oh!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> There's a Love-token for you: thank me now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, <i>and</i> Moroso.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petro.</i> A Box o'th' ear do you say?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> You gave her some ill language?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Not a word.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Or might be you were fumbling?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Would I had Sir.<br /> +I had been a forehand then; but to be baffl'd,<br /> +And have no feeling of the cause—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Be patient,<br /> +I have a medicine clapt to her back will cure her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> No sure it must be afore, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> 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> 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> Ready to cry; he ran away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> I'll be sworn 'twas well tied on then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> Nay good Sir be not violent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Neither—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> It may be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> I reckon for the best still: this night then<br /> +I shall enjoy her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> You shall handsel her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Where's your Joynture?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> I have a Joynture for her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Have your Council perus'd it yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Very well, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Moro.</i> I'll no demurrers on't, nor no rejoynders.<br /> +The other's ready seal'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> Pray tell me,<br /> +Is this stern woman still upon the flaunt<br /> +Of bold defiance?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> That were a merry world: do you hear the rumor?<br /> +They say the women are in insurrection,<br /> +And mean to make a—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> Now <i>St. George</i> be with us. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Scæna Secunda.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia <i>alone.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> <i>Cheval' a.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> A friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Who are you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Look out and know.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> Believe me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> No, prethee good <i>Livia</i><br /> +Utter thy Eloquence somewhere else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> O' my word—<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> stole upon us: no good Sister,<br /> +Go home, and tell the merry <i>Greeks</i> that sent you,<br /> +<i>Ilium</i> shall burn, and I, as did <i>Æneas</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> I'll second ye.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +<i>By.</i> How long have you been thus?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> That's all one, Cosin,<br /> +I stand for freedom now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> Let me feel the heaviest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> I swear.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> I do swear it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> So I seek it,<br /> +Or let me be a most despis'd example.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> I do believe thee, be thou worthy of it.<br /> +You come not empty?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 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> Be wary as you come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> I warrant ye. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Scæna Tertia.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter three Maids.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>1 Mai.</i> How goes your business Girls?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> A foot, and fair.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3.</i> 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> Arm, and be valiant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> Think of our cause.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3.</i> Our Justice.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1.</i> 'Tis sufficient. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Scæna Quarta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Tranio <i>at several doors.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Tra.</i> Now <i>Rowland</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> How doe you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> Yes, pray can you tell me <i>Tranio</i>,<br /> +Who knew the devil first?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> A woman.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p29_35" id="p29_35" class="fc"></a><i>Row.</i> 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> May be so,<br /> +For they had certain Dialogues together.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> He sold her fruit, I take it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Yes, and Cheese<br /> +That choak'd all mankind after.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Canst thou tell me<br /> +Whether that woman ever had a faith<br /> +After she had eaten?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> That's a School-question<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> How dost thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Now for honors sake,<br /> +Why what ail'st thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Your Mistriss has a little frown'd it may be?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> She was my Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Is she not?<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p30_34" id="p30_34" class="fc"><i>R</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>w.</i></a> 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.—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +<i>Tra.</i> I will <i>Rowland</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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>Scæna Quinta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, Petronius, Moroso, <i>and</i> Sophocles.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> I think not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> No by —— 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> Methinks you err now,<br /> +For to me seems, a little sufferance<br /> +Were a far surer cure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes, I can suffer,<br /> +Where I see promises of peace and amendment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Give her a few conditions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I'll be hanged first.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Give her a Crab-tree Cudgel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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 ——<br /> +She shall not know a stool in ten months, Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> This must not be.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> 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> Lo you fierce <i>Petruchio</i>, this comes of your impatience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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> 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> Come to council.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Now you must grant conditions, or the Kingdom<br /> +Will have no other talke but this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Away then, and let's advise the best.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Why do you tremble?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Come, something I'll do, but what it is, I know not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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>Scæna</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> I am indifferent, though I must confess,<br /> +I had rather see her carted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No more of that, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Are ye resolv'd to give her fair conditions?<br /> +'Twill be the safest way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Why, say she do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> I do not think you may.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You'll make it worse, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> I should believe so too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> And not her own.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You'll find it so.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> And loose. <span class="ralign">[<i>Musick above.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> No honor on my life, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I will do it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> It seems they are very merry.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petru.</i> Why <a name="p35_8" id="p35_8" class="fc">[God]</a> hold it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Now <i>Jaques</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> They are i'th' flaunt, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Yes we hear 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> How knowest thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Hark.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> </span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> They look out.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Good ev'n Ladies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Good you good ev'n Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> How have you slept to night?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Exceeding well Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Did you not wish me with you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> No, believe me,<br /> +I never thought upon you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> Is that he?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> She has drank hard, mark her Hood.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> You are—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Learnedly drunk, I'll hang else: let her utter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> And I must tell you, <i>viva voce</i> friend,<br /> +A very foolish fellow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> There's an Ale figure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I thank you <i>Susan Brotes</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> Forward Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> You have espoused here a hearty woman,<br /> +A comly, and courageous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Well, I have so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> 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> It should seem so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> And why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes, can you tell?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> For thirteen causes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Pray by your patience Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> Forward Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Do you mean to treat of all these?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> Who shall let her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Do you hear, Velvet hood, we come not now<br /> +To hear your doctrine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> 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> Hark you good <i>Maria</i>,<br /> +Have you got a Catechiser here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Good zeal.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Good three pil'd predication, will you peace,<br /> +And hear the cause we come for?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> 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> Give me Sack,<br /> +By this, and next strong Ale.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> Swear forward Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> No more wars: puissant Ladies, shew conditions<br /> +And freely I accept 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> How, <i>Livia</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Hear you that Sir?<br /> +There's the conditions for ye, pray peruse 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Yes, there she is: 't had been no right rebellion,<br /> +Had she held off; what think you man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Are you there sweet Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Cry you mercy Sir, I saw you not: your blessing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Yes, when I bless a jade, that stumbles with me.<br /> +How are the Articles?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> This is for you Sir;<br /> +And I shall think upon't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> You have us'd me finely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> I hear you whore.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> It must be his then Sir,<br /> +For need will then compel me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> Blessing on thee.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p38_30" id="p38_30" class="fc">[<i>Liv.</i> He wil undoe me in meere pans of Coles<br /> +To make him lustie.]</a><br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> There's no talking to 'em;<br /> +How are they Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> This must not be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> This is monstrous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> When ye are once a bed, all these conditions<br /> +Lie under your own seal.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Do you like 'em?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes.<br /> +And by that faith I gave you 'fore the Priest<br /> +I'll ratifie 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> Stay, what pledges?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> No, I'll take that oath;<br /> +But have a care you keep it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> 'Tis not now<br /> +As when <i>Andrea</i> liv'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cun.</i> 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> Mistrust him not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> By all my honesty——<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Enough, I yield.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> What's this Inserted here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> 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> Then we shall have sport boys.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> We'll meet you in the Parlor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> There's no danger in't.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p40_1" id="p40_1" class="fc"><i>Petr</i>[<i>u</i>].</a> For <i>Livia</i>'s Article you shall observe it,<br /> +I have ti'd my self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> I will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Tranio <i>and</i> Rowland.</p> + +<p> +<i>Tra.</i> Come you shall take my counsel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Whether wilt thou <i>Rowland</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> As 'tis to be in love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> And why for virtue sake?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> And why for virtue's sake? dost thou not conceive me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No by my troth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> That's a new Doctrine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Next thou art no more man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> What then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Oh <i>Tranio</i>,<br /> +Those things in love, ne'r talk as we do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> No, without doubt, they sigh, and shake the head,<br /> +And sometimes whistle dolefully.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No tongue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> A —— on't, this is nothing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Why thou art grown a strange discoverer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Of mine own follies <i>Tranio</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Wilt thou <i>Rowland</i>,<br /> +Certain ne'er love again?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I think so, certain,<br /> +And if I be not dead drunk I shall keep it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Tell me but this; what dost thou think of women?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> What strings?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> Give me the money;<br /> +A hundred, and my Bond for't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> But pray hear me,<br /> +I'll work all means I can to reconcile ye:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Do, do, Give me the money;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> There.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Work <i>Tranio</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You shall go sometimes where she is.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Yes straight.<br /> +This is the first good I e'er got by woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You would think it strange now, if another beauty<br /> +As good as hers, say better.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Conceive me,<br /> +This is no point o' th' wager.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> That's all one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Love you as much, or more, than now she hates you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 'Tis a good hearing, let 'em love: ten pound more,<br /> +I never love that woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> There it is;<br /> +And so an hundred, if you lose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 'Tis done;<br /> +Have you another to put in?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No, no Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> 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> No Sir, I am stinted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Well, take your best way then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Let's walk, I am glad<br /> +Your sullen Feavor's off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> I will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> And do thy worst.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Something I'll do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Do <i>Tranio</i>. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Scæna Secunda.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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> O' my Conscience<br /> +H'as found his full match now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> That I believe too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> How did she entertain him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> She lookt on him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> But scurvely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> <i>Jaques</i>, What wouldst thou give<br /> +For such a Wife now?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> How Div'lish drunk they were!<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p44_7" id="p44_7" class="fc"><i>Ja</i>[<i>q</i>].</a> And how they tumbled, <i>Pedro</i>, Didst thou marke<br /> +The Countrey <i>Cavaliero</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> I that sunk her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> And what a piece of Landskip she discover'd!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Didst mark her, when her hood fell in the Posset?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Yes, and there rid, like a <i>Dutch</i>-Hoy; the Tumbrel,<br /> +When she had got her ballasse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> That I saw too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> How fain she would have drawn on <i>Sophocles</i><br /> +To come aboard, and how she simper'd it—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> I warrant her, she has been a worthy striker.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I'th heat of Summer there had been some hope on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Hang her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> Yes,<br /> +But she was sullen drunk, and given to filching,<br /> +I see her offer at a Spoon; my Master—<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>Scæna Tertia.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, <i>and</i> Sophocles.</p> + +<p> +<i>Soph.</i> Not let you touch her all this night?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Not touch her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Where was your courage?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Pray you tell me one thing truly;<br /> +Do you love her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I would I did not, upon that condition<br /> +I past thee half my Land.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> It may be then,<br /> +Her modesty requir'd a little violence?<br /> +Some Women love to struggle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> '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> I shall quit her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Us'd you no more art?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Then she started?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> And he should tilt her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Stay ye, stay ye,<br /> +Was she thus when you woo'd her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Then I fear<br /> +An other spoke's i'th wheele.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> I hear her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Fy Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> What think you <i>Sophocles</i>.<br /> +In what point stands my state now?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> I marry sir, this cuts it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> She means to ride a great Horse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> With a side sadle?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes, and shee'l run a tilt within this twelvemonth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> An easie doer,<br /> +Did you hear that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes, I shall meet her morals<br /> +Ere it be long I fear not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> O good morrow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Good morrow Lady, how is't now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Faith sickly,<br /> +This house stands in an ill ayr.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yet more charges?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Subject to rots, and rheums; out on't, 'tis nothing<br /> +But a tild fog.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> What think <a name="p47_31" id="p47_31" class="fc">you</a> of the Lodge then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 'Tis very well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> And you could cast your self so too; pray Lady<br /> +Will not this cost much Money?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Some five thousand,<br /> +Say six: I'll have it Battel'd too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> Pray hear me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> That's in my making.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 'Tis true it is so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Good Lady understand him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> If I be so sodain<br /> +Do not you fear me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> No nor yet care for you,<br /> +And if it may be lawful, I defie you:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Do's this become you now?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> It shall become me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Drag me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> But I am friends again: take all your pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Now you perceive him <i>Sophocles</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I love thee<br /> +Above thy vanity, thou faithless creature.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Why how now man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Pray leave me,<br /> +And follow your advices.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> The Man's jealous:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I shall find a time ere it be long, to ask you<br /> +One or two foolish questions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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—<br /> +Farewel sir. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Soph.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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>Scæna Quarta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Livia, Byancha, Tranio, <i>and</i> Rowland.</p> + +<p> +<i>Liv.</i> Then I must be content, Sir, with my fortune.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> And I with mine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> 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> 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> Give him his love wench;<br /> +The young Man has imployment for't:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Fie <i>Rowland</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Young Man, let me talk with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Well, young Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> This was your Mistriss once.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Are ye honest?<br /> +I see you are young, and hansome.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I am honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> She made a puppy of me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Be that granted:<br /> +She must do so sometimes, and oftentimes;<br /> +Love were too serious else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> A witty Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Had you lov'd me—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I would I had.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> I shall loose.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> You shall not goe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Good Sir, but thus much—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Turn if thou beest a Man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> But one kiss of you;<br /> +One parting kiss, and I am gone too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Farewel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Well, go thy wayes, thou bear'st a kind heart with thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> H'as made a stand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> A noble, brave young fellow<br /> +Worthy a Wench indeed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I will: I will not. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rowland.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> I'll pay the forfeit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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>Scæna Quinta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques <i>and</i> Pedro.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> O <i>Jaques</i>, <i>Jaques</i>, What becomes of us?<br /> +Oh my sweet Master.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> 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> Pray forsooth;<br /> +And I beseech ye, tell me, is he dead yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> No, but is drawing on: out with the Armour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Then I'll go see him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Why how now Lady, What means this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Now daughter, How does my Son?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Be of good comfort, Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> O my Casket.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> How do's thy Husband Woman?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Get you gon, if you mean to save your lives: the Sickness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Stand further off, I prethee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Why lock the doors up,<br /> +And send him in a Woman to attend him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> How long is't<br /> +Since it first took him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> But within this three hours.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Watch.</i></p> + +<p> +I am frighted from my wits:—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> This comes unlook'd for:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Doe you hear my Masters: ho, you that lock the doors up.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> 'Tis his voice.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Hold, and let's hear him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Will ye starve me here: am I a Traytor, or an Heretick.<br /> +Or am I grown infectious?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Pray sir, pray.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I am as well as you are, goodman puppy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Pray have patience.<br /> +You shall want nothing Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I want a cudgel,<br /> +And thee, thou wickedness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> He speaks well enough.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 'Had ever a strong heart Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Save ye Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> 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> 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> 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 /> +—— 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> Nay, we'll go with you Doctor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 'Tis the safest;<br /> +I saw the Tokens Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Then there is but one way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Will it please you open?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> His fit grows stronger still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Let's save our selves Sir,<br /> +He's past all worldly cure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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— <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Think I pray Sir,<br /> +Whether you are going, and prepare your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Watch.</i> These idle thoughts disturb you, the good Gentlewoman<br /> +Your Wife has taken care you shall want nothing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Watch.</i> That's an ill sign.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Watch.</i> He draws on; he's a dead Man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> And sleep as soundly; Will ye look upon me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Watch.</i> Do you want Pen and Ink? while you have sense sir,<br /> +Settle your state.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Sirs, I am well, as you are;<br /> +Or any Rascal living.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Watch.</i> Would you were Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Look to your selves, and if you love your lives,<br /> +Open the door, and fly me, for I shoot else;<br /> +—I'll shoot, and presently, chain-bullets;<br /> +And under four I will not kill.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Watch.</i> 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> 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> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Moroso <i>and</i> Petronius.</p> + +<p> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> 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> Not so neither.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +<i>Petron.</i> What wouldst thou have her do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Quoat your griefs down.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> 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> Well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> Nay, believe she do's.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> I do believe she do's.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> And div'lishly:<br /> +Art thou a whit the worse?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> Now you come to me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> 'Tis right, you are so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> 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> 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> I am glad of that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> 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> Shall I hope once again, say't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petra.</i> You shall Sir:<br /> +And you shall have your hope.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Moro.</i> Why there's a match then.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Byancha <i>and</i> Tranio.</p> + +<p> +<i>Byan.</i> 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> 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> This is the spirit, that inspires 'em all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Give you good ev'n.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +<i>Petro.</i> A word with you Sweet Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> I am very hasty, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> So you were ever.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Well, What's your will?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Was not your skilful hand<br /> +In this last stratagem? Were not your mischiefs<br /> +Eeking the matter on?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> In's shutting up?<br /> +Is that it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> I'll tell you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Doe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> And truly.<br /> +Good old Man, I do grieve exceeding much,<br /> +I fear too much.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> I am sorry for your heaviness.<br /> +Belike you can repent then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> What then Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Pray stay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Nay, good, your patience: and no sence for't,<br /> +Then stept your daughter in.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> By your appointment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> 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> I humbly thank your worship.<br /> +And so I take my leave.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> You have a hand I hear too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> I have two Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> In my young daughters business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> I shall watch ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> And I shall have Justice.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Where?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> That's all one;<br /> +I shall be with you at a turne hence forward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> This is an Axiome<br /> +I never heard before.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Though I do know this falser than the Devil,<br /> +I cannot choose but love it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Holla, you kick too fast.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> I would I could not tell you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> O'the Shire?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> If I endure this, hang me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Now hear me.<br /> +For I will stay no longer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> Your pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Well Sir, well,<br /> +You may well glory in't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> 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>Scæna Secunda.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Byancha, <i>and</i> Tranio.</p> + +<p> +<i>Tra.</i> Mistress, you must do it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Are the Writings ready I told you of?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Yes they are ready, but to what use I know not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Y'are an Ass, you must have all things constru'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Yes, and pierc'd too,<br /> +Or I find little pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> I have ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> And for disposing of 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> Well Sir.<br /> +<i>Petronius</i> and <i>Moroso</i> I'll see sent for,<br /> +About your business; goe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> Ho <i>Livia</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Who's that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> A friend of yours, Lord how you look now,<br /> +As if you had lost a Carrack.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> O <i>Byancha</i>.<br /> +I am the most undone, unhappy Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> Even as I fear the Gallowes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> If I say not,<br /> +I am sure I lye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> How?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> <i>Byancha</i>,<br /> +Methinks you should not mock me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Mock a pudding.<br /> +I speak good honest <i>English</i>, and good meaning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> I should not be ungrateful to that Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> Well, what follows?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> What of these?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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> I do believe you: and I am sick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> 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>Scæna Tertia.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Tranio, <i>and</i> Rowland.</p> + +<p> +<i>Tra.</i> 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> But did she send for me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You dare believe me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> How now fellow,<br /> +Whither Post you so fast?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> O sir my Master,<br /> +Pray did you see my Master?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Why your Master?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Sir his Jewel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> With the gilded Button?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> My pretty Mistress <i>Livia</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> What of her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Is falen sick o'th suddain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> How o'th sullens?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> O'th suddain Sir, I say, very sick:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> It seems she hath got the toothach with raw Apples.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> It seemes you have got the headach, fare you well Sir.<br /> +You did not see my Master?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Who told you so?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> No, no, he did not see him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Farewell Blew-bottle. <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex. Servant.</i></span><br /> +What should her sickness be?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> For you it may be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> It will so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> A loser by you.<br /> +Speak, Will you go or not? to me 'tis equal.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Come, What goes less?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Nay, not a penny <i>Rowland</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Speak like a Gamster now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> It may be two.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Prethee <i>Tranio</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Why farewell twenty pound, 'twill not undoe me;<br /> +You have my resolution.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> I allow it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Knock out my brains with Apples; yet a bargain:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> I tell you, I'll no bargains; win, and wear it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Thou art the strangest fellow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> That's all one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Along then, twenty pound more if thou dar'st,<br /> +I give her not a good word.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 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>Scæna Quarta.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petruchio, Jaques, <i>and</i> Pedro.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Will your worship hear me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Out alas Sir.<br /> +What a strange way doe you run!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Any way,<br /> +So I out-run this Rascal.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Me thinks now,<br /> +If your good worship could but have the patience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> The patience, why the patience?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Why I'll tell you,<br /> +Could you but have the patience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Well the patience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> Nor an Iron Mill.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> But thy Wife is certain.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +<i>Jaq.</i> That's false Doctrine,<br /> +You never read of a certain Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Thou know'st her way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I should doe, I am sure.<br /> +I have ridden it night, and day, this twenty year.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> What ailes the fellow?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> And no doubt she may Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> What may she, or what do's she, or what is she?<br /> +Speak and be hang'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> She's mad Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Heaven continue it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Amen if't be his pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> How mad is she?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> What new way's this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> There came in Master <i>Sophocles</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> Call ye this a Woman?<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Yes sir, she is a Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Sir, I doubt it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I had thought you had made experience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Yes, I did so.<br /> +And almost with my life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> You rid too fast, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> For rutting.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> Is this certain?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> As I am here, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> I believe you honest.<br /> +And pray continue so.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Maria.</p> + +<p> +<i>Soph.</i> She comes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Oh do not stir her!<br /> +You see in what a case she is?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> I'll tell you<br /> +I have seen a sweeter—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Nay, now you are too bitter.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p73_6" id="p73_6" class="fc"><i>Petr</i>[<i>u</i>].</a> 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> She is not so ill.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> Do you think she's sensible of this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> How now man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Oh <i>Pliny</i>, if thou wilt be ever famous<br /> +Make but this woman all thy wonders.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Sure Sir<br /> +You have hit upon a happy course, a blessed,<br /> +And what will make you virtuous?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> She'll ship me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> This were an excellent woman to breed School-men.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Dost hear her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> What should I do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Why by my —— I would travel,<br /> +Did not you mean so?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petr.</i> 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> Sir, for your house, and if you please to trust me<br /> +With that you leave behind.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Bring down the money.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> How's the wind?<br /> +She'll wish me out o'th' world anon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> I think thou wouldst see me hanged too,<br /> +Were I but half as willing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Any thing<br /> +That you think well of, I dare look upon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> You'll bear me to the Lands end, <i>Sophocles</i>,<br /> +And other of my friends I hope.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Get thee going.<br /> +For if thou tarriest but another Dialogue<br /> +I'll kick thee to thy Chamber.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Now the Devil,<br /> +That was your first good Master, showre his blessing<br /> +Upon ye all: Into whose custody—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> You had better go.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Petronius, <i>and</i> Byancha, <i>with four papers</i>.</p> + + +<p> +<i>By.</i> Now whether I deserve that blame you gave me,<br /> +Let all the world discern, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> 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> 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> Here comes <i>Moroso</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Oh, you are very welcome,<br /> +Now you shall know your happiness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> I am glad on't.<br /> +What makes this Lady here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> A dish for you, Sir<br /> +You'll thank me for hereafter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> True <i>Moroso</i>,<br /> +Go get you in, and see your Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> She is sick, Sir,<br /> +But you may kiss her whole.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> How.<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> Comfort her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Why am I sent for, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Will you in, and see?<br /> +<br /> +<i>By.</i> May be she needs confession.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> By <i>St. Mary</i>,<br /> +She shall have absolution then, and pennance,<br /> +But not above her carriage.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Get you in fool. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Mor.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Here comes the other too.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland <i>and</i> Tranio.</p> + +<p> +<i>Petro.</i> Now <i>Tranio</i>.<br /> +Good ev'n to you too, and you are welcome.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Thank you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> I have a certain Daughter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Would you had, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> No doubt you know her well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> Mine Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Yes Sir.<br /> +Or rather, as it seems, repenting.<br /> +And there she lies within, debating on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Well Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> I think 'twere well you would see her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> If you please, Sir;<br /> +I am not squeamish of my visitation.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> 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> I have enough o' th' old, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> I am glad on't,<br /> +And thank my Fates I have scap'd such execution.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petron.</i> And buss you till you blush again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> So be it: Your twenty pound sweats <i>Tranio</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 'Twill not undoe me <i>Rowland</i>, do your worst.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Come, shall we see her, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> 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> Pray draw 'em softly, the least hurry, Sir,<br /> +Puts her to much impatience.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> How is't daughter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Well done wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> And I unask'd, forgive it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Where's <i>Byancha</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Here Cosin.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Give me drink.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> There.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Who's that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> <i>Rowland.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Oh my dissembler, you and I must part.<br /> +Come nearer, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I am sorry for your sickness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> I have 'em here: wilt please you view 'em?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Yes, and am ready to subscribe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Pray retire, and leave her,<br /> +I'll call ye presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Come Gentlemen, the showre must fall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Thou hast done bravely wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Pray Heaven it prove so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> 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> That was but reason.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Let him be hang'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> <i>Amen.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> And lie you still;<br /> +And once more to your business.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Is she ready?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> She has done her lamentations: pray go to her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> <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> Pray stay a little.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> There's Pen and Ink, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> There.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Your hands too,<br /> +As witnesses.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> By any means<br /> +To th' Book son.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> With all my heart.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> You must deliver it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> There <i>Livia</i>, and a better love light on thee,<br /> +I can no more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> We will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Do you deliver it now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> 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> Farewel:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> A long farewel. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Row.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> 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> 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>Scæna Secunda.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Jaques, Pedro, <i>and Porters, with Chest and Hampers</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Jaq.</i> Bring 'em away Sirs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Must the great Trunks go too?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Yes, and the Hampers; nay, be speedy Masters;<br /> +He'll be at Sea before us else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh <i>Jaques</i>,<br /> +What a most blessed turn hast thou!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I hope so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> To have the Sea between thee and this woman,<br /> +Nothing can drown her tongue but a storm.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Now could I wish her in that Trunk:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> Oh her tongue, her tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Rather her many tongues.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Or rather strange tongues.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Her lying tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Her lisping tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Her long tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Her lawless tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Her loud tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> And her liquorish—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Home with your stuff agen, the journey's ended.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> What does your worship mean?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +<i>Soph.</i> Your Master, Oh <i>Petruchio</i>, oh poor fellows.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh <i>Jaques, Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Oh your Master's dead,<br /> +His body coming back, his wife, his devil;<br /> +The grief of —— her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Has kill'd him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> Kill'd him, kill'd him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Is there no Law to hang her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> Oh <i>Jaques, Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Oh my worthy Master.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh my most beastly Mistriss, hang her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Split her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Drown her directly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Starve her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Stink upon her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Stone her to death: may all she eat be Eggs.<br /> +Till she run kicking mad for men.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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>Scæna Tertia.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Rowland, <i>and</i> Tranio <i>stealing behind him</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Row.</i> 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 /> +—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> '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> Art sure <i>Tranio</i>,<br /> +We are both alive now?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Wonder not, ye have lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> If this be true, I grant it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> 'Tis most certain,<br /> +There's a Ring for you too, you know it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> When shall I have my money?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Stay ye, stay ye,<br /> +When shall I marry her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> To night.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Am I awake?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Ye are.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Am I in health?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> As far as I conceive.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Was I with <i>Livia</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> You were, and <a name="p86_37" id="p86_37" class="fc">had this</a> Contract.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> And shall I enjoy her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Yes, if ye dare.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +<i>Row.</i> Swear to all these.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> I will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> Then by my honesty, and faith, and conscience;<br /> +All this is certain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Let's remove our places.<br /> +Swear it again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> By —— 'tis true.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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>Scæna 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Dost thou not shame?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Unbutton me,<br /> +—I die indeed else! Oh <i>Maria</i>,<br /> +Oh my unhappiness, my misery.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> Goe to him whore; —— if he perish,<br /> +I'll see thee hang'd my self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Why, why <i>Maria</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> Once again?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> With all my heart.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> Once again <i>Maria</i>,<br /> +Oh Gentlemen, I know not where I am.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soph.</i> 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> Never no more your old tricks?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Never Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> You shall not need, for as I have a faith<br /> +No cause shall give occasion.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> I marry, this goes roundly off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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> What have we here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> Another Morris, Sir.<br /> +That you must pipe too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> A poor married couple<br /> +Desire an offering, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> 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> My hand?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mor.</i> Or mine?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> You'll find it so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> A trick,<br /> +By —— a trick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bya.</i> Yes Sir, we trickt ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Father.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p89_33" id="p89_33" class="fc"><i>P</i>[<i>e</i>]<i>tro.</i></a> Hast thou lain with him? speak!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Liv.</i> Yes truly Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> And hast thou done the deed, boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> 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> 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> 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> That's well said.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petro.</i> 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> There shall not want my labour, Sir: your money;<br /> +Here's one has undertaken.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tra.</i> Well, I'll trust her,<br /> +And glad I have so good a pawn.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Row.</i> I'll watch ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Petru.</i> 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, <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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>A Bell Rings.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Pymero, Christophero, <i>and</i> Pedro.</p> + +<p> +<i>Pymero.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Is she not fair then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Beshrew me she is a sweet one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> So it be honourable, any thing, 'tis all one<br /> +For I dare think she'll do the best.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 'Tis certain<br /> +He has admittance, and sollicites hourly,<br /> +Now if he have the trick—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> What trick?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> I marry.<br /> +He is amongst 'em too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> A Lover.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> You car'd not for it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 'Tis in him, Sir,<br /> +But honourable courtship, and becomes his rank too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> Let him alone, our family ne'r fail'd yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> 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> Especially if a warm wench had shot him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> We'll attend you Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> You're wise and noble Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> You speak most fairly,<br /> +For even our pure devotions are examin'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> So mad are mens minds now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> Or rather monstrous;<br /> +They are thick dreams, bred in fogs that know no fairness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I thank ye Aunt, I shall be with you instantly,<br /> +A few words with this Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> I'll leave ye,<br /> +And when you please retire, I'll wait upon you. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Quis. & Pan.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> 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> At all the danger of my life great Lady,<br /> +At all my hopes, at all—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Pray ye stay a little,<br /> +To what end runs your wish?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> O glorious Lady,<br /> +That I might—but I dare not speak.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> My soul not dearer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Command dear Lady,<br /> +And let the danger be as deep as Hell,<br /> +As direful to attempt—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<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> Emanuel.</p> + +<p> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Sir we thank ye,<br /> +And rest your servants too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Ye speak well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Of delicate aspects, fair, clearly beauteous,<br /> +And to that admiration, sweet and courteous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> And is not that a good thing? brave <i>Armusia</i><br /> +You never saw the Court before?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> No certain,<br /> +But that I see a wonder too, all excellent,<br /> +The Government exact.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> 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> 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> These sure are all <i>Ilanders</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Yes, and great Princes too, and lusty lovers.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> They are goodly persons; What might he be Signior<br /> +That bears so proud a state?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> King of <i>Bakam</i>,<br /> +A fellow that farts terror.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> He looks highly,<br /> +Sure he was begot o'th' top of a Steeple.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> It may well be,<br /> +For you shall hear him ring anon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> That is <i>Syana</i>,<br /> +And a brave temper'd fellow, and more valiant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> What rugged face is that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> That's the great Governor,<br /> +The man surpriz'd our Friend, I told ye of him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 'Has dangerous eyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> A perilous Thief, and subtile.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> And to that subtilty a heart of Iron.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Yet the young Lady makes it melt.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> They start all,<br /> +And thunder in the eyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> 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> Ye speak loud.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> 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> He will put 'em all in's pocket.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sy.</i> Thou proud mad thing be not so full of glory,<br /> +So full of vanity.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> How? I contemn thee,<br /> +And that fort-keeping fellow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> How the Dog looks,<br /> +The bandog Governor!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Ha, Why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> 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> Dost thou know me bladder,<br /> +Thou insolent impostume?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> I despise thee;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sy.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> Why? I can talk and do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> That wou'd do excellent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> 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> 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> Here lies my proof. <span class="ralign">[<i>Draw.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Sy.</i> And mine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> I'll be short with ye,<br /> +For these long arguments I was never good at.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> How white the boaster looks!<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias, Quisara, Quisana, Panura.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ar.</i> I see he lacks faith.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> For shame forbear great Princes, rule your angers,<br /> +You violate the freedom of this place,<br /> +The state and Royalty—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> He's well contented<br /> +It seems, and so I have done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Is this she Signior?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> This is the Princess Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> She is sweet and goodly,<br /> +An admirable form, they have cause to justle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> We are calme as peace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> What command she carries!<br /> +And what a sparkling Majesty flies from her!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> But shew the way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> '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> How they stand gaping all!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> <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> 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> 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> 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> How long will this be doing?<br /> +You should have begun in your Grandfather's days.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sy.</i> 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> Faire be your fortune,<br /> +Few promises are best, and fair performance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> As I live, a rare Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> She has a noble spirit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> By force?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Yes Sir, by force, and make you glad too<br /> +To let him goe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> Your hopes are gelt good Governor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> A rare Woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> If none dare undertake it, I'll live a mourner.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ba.</i> You cannot want.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sy.</i> You must not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 'Tis most dangerous,<br /> +And wise men wou'd proceed with care and counsel,<br /> +Yet some way would I knew—<br /> +Walke with me Gentlemen— <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt. Manent, Arm. and his Comp.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> How do you like her spirit?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> '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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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> Things have been done as dangerous.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> And prosper'd best when they were least consider'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Bless me my hopes,<br /> +And you my friends assist me.<br /> +None but our companions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> You deale wisely,<br /> +And if we shrink the name of slaves dye with us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> Stay not for second thoughts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Keeper, and 2 or 3 Moores.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Kee.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kee.</i> 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> We will not stir, Sir;<br /> +This is a sudden change, but who dares blame it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kee.</i> Now hark and melt, for I am sure I shall;<br /> +Stand silent, what stubborn weight of chains—<br /> +<br /> +<i>1.</i> Yet he looks temperately.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> The Governor himself.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> What, at your banquet?<br /> +And in such state, and with such change of service?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> Nature's no glutton, Sir, a little serves her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> This diet's holsome then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> I beg no better.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> Mock, mock, it moves not me sir,<br /> +Thy mirths, as do thy mischiefs, flie behind me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> Are you so valiant sir?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +<i>Kin.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> You will relent for all this talk I fear not,<br /> +And put your wits a work agen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> 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> You shall write, and entreat, or—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> 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> 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> We shall be dutiful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> I'll pull your courage King, and all your bravery. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Gov.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>1.</i> 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> 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> 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> He cannot last long,<br /> +And when he is dead, he is free.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kee.</i> That's the most cruelty,<br /> +That we must keep him living.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> Our prosperous passage was an omen to us,<br /> +A lucky and a fair omen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Omnes.</i> We believe it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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—Where lies the Boat that brought us?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> But where have you been, brave sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> These will be strong attempts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Shame his that hopes it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Direct, and we have done, bring us to execute,<br /> +And if we flinch, or fail—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Speak boldly on, we are honest;<br /> +Our lives and fortunes yours.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> What of all this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Ha?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> What are our duties?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Then to our swords and good hearts,<br /> +I long for it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Certain we shall not find much opposition,<br /> +But what is must be forced.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 'Tis bravely cast Sir,<br /> +And surely too I hope.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Bless us dear fortune.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis safer Sir then doing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Dost think they dare attempt?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cap.</i> 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> 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> You look well Sir:<br /> +Upon my conscience you are not like to sicken<br /> +Upon any such conceit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—<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> Some old wall belike Sir,<br /> +That had no neighbor help to hold it up,<br /> +Is fallen suddenly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> Fire, Fire.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> Fire, fire.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Where? where?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> 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> 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> 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> My soul shakes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cap.</i> A Merchants house next joyning? shame light on him,<br /> +That ever such a neighbour, such a villain—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—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—<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> Let it flame on, a comely light it gives up<br /> +To our discovery.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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— <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain and Citizens.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Cap.</i> Up Soldiers, up, and deal like men.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cit.</i> More water, more water, all is consum'd else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cap.</i> 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> So, thou art open, keep the way clear<br /> +Behind still. Now for the place.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sold.</i> 'Tis here Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Sure this is it.<br /> +Force ope the doore—A miserable creature!<br /> +Yet by his manly face— <span class="ralign">[<i>The King discovered.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> 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> Break the Chain there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> What does this mean?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> On bravely;<br /> +Delayes may lose agen.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Guard.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Ar.</i> The Guard.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> Upon 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Make speedy, and sure work.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> They flie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> What is the fire allaid?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> '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> We are all meere Martins.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1.</i> 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> '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> Here come some of 'em to fright us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 W.</i> Mine's alive neighbor—oh sweet hony husband.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> Art thou come safe agen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>3 Wo.</i> I pray you what became of my man, is he in a Well?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> Bless my Husband.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> Blow it out Wife—blow, blow, the gable end a'th' store-house.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Women.</i> Some water, water, water.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3.</i> 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> But is a drown'd outright, pray put me out of<br /> +Fear neighbor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> Come, let's go neighbor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> Away, let's nourish the poor wretches.<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> 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> Where were the guard that waited upon the prison?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sol.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> It was a crafty trick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cap.</i> 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> 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> Dear Lady hold me—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I hold ye, as I find ye, a faint servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> By —— I dare doe—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—</a><br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> And give it out?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +<i>Ru.</i> Yes, Lady, and so great too;<br /> +In which, the noise of all my Countrey-men—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Those will do well, for they are all approv'd ones,<br /> +And though he be restor'd alive.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I have ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> For then we are both servants.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I conceive ye,<br /> +Good Madam give me leave to turn my fancies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quis.</i> Do, and make all things fit, and then I'll visit you. <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> My self, the Cozen, and the Garrison,<br /> +The neighbors of the out-Isles of our Nation,<br /> +<i>Syana's</i> 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> Where are ye?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Now <i>Pyniero</i>, What's the haste you seek me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Doe you know this sign Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Ha!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Do you know this embleme:<br /> +Your nose is boar'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Boar'd? What's that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Y'are topt Sir:<br /> +The King's come home again, the King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> The Devil!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Nay sure he came a Gods name home:<br /> +He's return'd Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Christ.</i> And all this joy ye hear—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Who durst attempt him?<br /> +The Princes are all here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chry.</i> 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> 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> How dare you thus molest me? <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout.</i></span><br /> +It cannot be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> Heark how the general joy rings!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Done? Who dares do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> It seems an honest fellow,<br /> +That has ended his Market before you be up.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Chr.</i> The shame on't 's a stranger too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> '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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I am undone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Like an Oyster:<br /> +She neither taking view, nor value of him,<br /> +Unto such deeds as these—Pox o' these,<br /> +These wise delayings—<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> 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> It is Lady,<br /> +And by my faith a hansome Gentleman;<br /> +'Tis his poor Schollers prize.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> Oh <i>Ruy Dias</i>,<br /> +This was your sloth, your sloth, your sloth <i>Ruy Dias</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> We must meet it—but with what comfort?<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Citizens carrying boughs</i>, <i>boyes singing after 'em</i>; +<i>Then</i> King, Armusia, Soza, Emanuel; <i>The +Princes and train following</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Rise up fair Sister,<br /> +I am not welcome till you have embraced me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> I thank ye Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> And all his subtilties to set you free,<br /> +With all his heart and will too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> I know ye love me.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +Oh I have boy'd my self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Receive ye, Sir—why Sister—ha—so backward,<br /> +Stand as you knew me not? nor what he has ventured?<br /> +My dearest Sister.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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!—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +Alas, love has his complements.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> 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—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> You make me blush Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Kin.</i> And now lead on—<br /> +Our whole Court crown'd with pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Madam, despair not, something shall be done yet,<br /> +And suddenly, and wisely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> O <i>Ruy Dias</i>. <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> We have done something, Sir, if it hit right.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ch.</i> The woman has no eyes else, nor no honesty,<br /> +So much I think.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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. Scæna 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> Good morrow Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> This is a new salute:<br /> +Sure h'as forgot me: this is pur-blind <i>Cupid</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> My Nephew?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +<i>Py.</i> Yes Sir, if I be not chang'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I wou'd fain speak with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> I wou'd fain have ye, Sir,<br /> +For to that end I stay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> Whither walks this Preamble?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> I do daily.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> Sure you cannot.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Oh <i>Pyniero</i>—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> Oh my best Nephew—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> She is mine for ever;<br /> +For she contemns his deed and him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> Farewel then Uncle,<br /> +After I have talk'd with her, I am your servant,<br /> +To make you honest if I can—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> Good morrow to you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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—I beseech you,<br /> +Is the fair Princess stirring?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> May not we know?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Yes, when you can keep counsel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> How prettily he looks! he's a soldier sure,<br /> +His rudeness sits so handsomly upon him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> A good blunt Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Yes marry am I:<br /> +Yet for a push or two at sharp, and't please you—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> Of what size is your business?<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p128_13" id="p128_13" class="fc"><i>Py</i>[<i>n</i>].</a> Of the long sixteens,<br /> +And will make way I warrant ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> How fine he talks!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> Why do you look so on me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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 —— I warrant ye good places,<br /> +Comly commodious <a name="p128_28" id="p128_28" class="fc">Seats</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> Prethee let him talk still.<br /> +For me thinks he talks handsomely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> Ye are cunning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pin.</i> 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> He knows all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pin.</i> 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> This is a rare Lecture.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +<i>Pin.</i> Read to them that understand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> Is there no remedy, no hopes can help me?<br /> +No wit to set me free? whose there hoe?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> Troubled? her looks are almost wild:<br /> +What ails the Princess?<br /> +I know nothing she wants.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Sad as you are Madam:<br /> +But he commends his service, and this Letter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Go off, attend within—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> We are mistaken,<br /> +This is some brave fellow sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> I ghess it Madam,<br /> +And whether it intends: I had not brought it else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quis.</i> It is a business of no common reckoning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pin.</i> 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> 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> 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> I wou'd fain—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> Conceive it so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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—She turns for millions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I have not seen a braver confirm'd courage.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> I admire his boldness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pyn.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Does not the King allow it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> What would you have me doe?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> 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> Goe to her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> That's the way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> 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> It makes me smile.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> 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> Pray take our council, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> The King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> And't please your Grace, methinks it ill becomes him:<br /> +A soldier should be jovial, high and lusty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> Your Grace has given me cause, I shall be Sir,<br /> +And ever your poor servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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—Good even fair one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 'Tis the brave stranger—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> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis like I do so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> And may befriend a man, do him fair courtesies,<br /> +If he have business your way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> I understand ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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> I want a Courtiers boldness,<br /> +And am yet but a stranger, I wou'd fain speak with her:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 'Tis very late, and upon her hour of sleep, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> I wou'd be private with her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> Suddenly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> I understand ye, and once more thank ye Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> Thank me but thus.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> If I fail thee—<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> 'Tis late good Aunt, to bed, I am ev'n unready,<br /> +My woman will not be long away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> 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> 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> Sleep dwell upon your eyes, and fair dreams court ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Come, where have you been wench? make me unready;<br /> +I slept but ill last night.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> A little rest contents me;<br /> +Thou lovest thy bed <i>Panura</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> I am not in love Lady,<br /> +Nor seldom dream of devils, I sleep soundly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> Thou art a merry wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> I shall live the longer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Prethee fetch my Book.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> I am glad of that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I'll read awhile before I sleep.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> I will Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> And if <i>Ruy Dias</i> meet you, and be importunate,<br /> +He may come in.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> Ye may know me,<br /> +I bring not such amazement, noble Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Who let you in?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> My restless love that serves ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Mine are no less.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Oh dear Lady!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I see dishonor in your eyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> You wrong my duty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Now I dare hear you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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> To <a name="p138_40" id="p138_40" class="fc">complain me,</a> beauty,<br /> +But modestly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Of what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> I stand ready Lady.<br /> +Without presuming to ask any thing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> I shall obey ye.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ru.</i> Ha?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Who's this?<br /> +What art thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> A Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Is there not door enough,<br /> +You take such elbow room?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Does this become you Princess?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Your leave, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> 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> 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> Be more temperate.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> You are too forward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Why at these private hours?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> I was too blame<br /> +Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—of a Lover.<br /> +The dregs and draffy part, disgrace and jealousie,<br /> +I scorn thee; and contemn thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Dearest Lady,<br /> +If I have been too free—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter King and Governor, like a Moor-Priest.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Kin.</i> 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> 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> Pray ye sit good father,<br /> +Certain a reverend man, and most religious.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> Do Holy man, I'll hear ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> 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> They have so indeed Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> He points at truth directly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> You say right Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> To change our Worships now, and our Religion?<br /> +To be traytor to our God?<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> 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> 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> '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> 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> This Bell sounds better.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> It is no better,<br /> +But <i>Pyniero</i>, now—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> <a name="p144_20" id="p144_20" class="fc">Now you</a> do bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> Yes very well, Sir,<br /> +A portion of Scripture that puzles many an interpreter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> As soon as you can find him—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> I make no doubt good Nephew, carry it so<br /> +If you can possible, that we may fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Nay you shall fight, assure your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> 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> Y'are i'th' right, if ye can work that handsomly—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Let me alone, and pray be you prepar'd<br /> +Some three hours hence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> I will not fail.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Farewel Nephew,<br /> +And when we meet again—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Any thing Madam,<br /> +Your Wils are my Commands.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> You speak now like a woman,<br /> +And wondrous well this tenderness becomes ye;<br /> +But this you must remember—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> That shall not endanger ye,<br /> +Look ye fair Sir, thus I take off that duty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> I am glad you make that use Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> I take it in you well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> I thank ye Lady,<br /> +And I shall study to confirm it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Bless ye my Royal Daughter,<br /> +And in you, bless this Island Heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Good Aunt,<br /> +What think ye of this man?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> 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> Does he not meet with your sharp tongue?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> He tells me Madam,<br /> +Marriage, and mouldy Cheese will make me tamer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> Lady, I would talk with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Do reverend Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> And for your good, for that that must concern ye,<br /> +And give ear wisely to me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I shall father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> I confess their bounty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> 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> Come reverend father.<br /> +Wait you below. <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Quisar. <i>and Gov.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> Away, away fool, a poor wretch.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> These poor ones<br /> +Warm but their stomachs once—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> 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> 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> You are injured,<br /> +And you must make the best on't now, and readiest—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> You see I am ready in the place, and arm'd<br /> +To his desire that call'd me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Turn Sir, and see.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Ye are welcome.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> That's a proud word,<br /> +More than your faith can justifie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Sure they will fight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> She's there, I am happy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> How temperate <i>Armusia</i>!<br /> +No more, be quiet yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Fight home <i>Armusia</i>,<br /> +For if thou faint'st, or fall'st—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Do ye make all vantages?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> Always; unto thy life I will not spare thee,<br /> +Nor look not for thy mercy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> I am arm'd then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> Stand still I charge ye Nephew, as ye honor me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> And good <a name="p150_30" id="p150_30" class="fc"><i>Emanuel</i> stir not—</a><br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Ye speak fitly,<br /> +For we had not stood idle else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> I am sorry for't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> But since you will have it so—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> Come Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> I wait ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Both fall and't be thy Will. <span class="ralign">[Ruy <i>falls</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> My Uncle dead?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> Stand still, or my swords in—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Hold <i>Armusia</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> Most happy Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Hold, and let him rise,<br /> +Spare him for me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> A long life may he enjoy, Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> What ha you done? 'tis better they had all perisht.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> I shall Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Now as I live, a Gentleman at all inches,<br /> +So brave a mingled temper saw I never.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> 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> Can you have more, Uncle?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> I will Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> And with scorn, I fear contempt too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> I hope not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> Take heed ye wrong him not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Take heed to your safety,<br /> +I but forewarn ye King; if you mistrust me,<br /> +Or think I come un-sent—<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> Now stand close King and hear, and as you find him,<br /> +Believe me right, or let Religion suffer.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> I am prepared still,<br /> +And if I shrink—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> There's nothing, nothing:<br /> +Let me but know, that I may straight flie to it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> I'll tell you then, change your Religion.<br /> +And be of one belief with me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> How?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Ha? I'll be hang'd first.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Offer as we do.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Come, come, I know ye love me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Love ye this way?<br /> +This most destroying way? sure you but jest, Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> My Love and Life are one way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Are not our powers eternal, so their comforts?<br /> +As great and full of hopes as yours?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> They are puppets.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Now mark him Sir, and but observe him nearly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> The Sun and Moon we worship, those are heavenly,<br /> +And their bright influences we believe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Now you may see.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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> How <i>Portugal</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Now, now you hear Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Enter and take him;<br /> +I am sorry friend that I am forc'd to do this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Be sure you bind him fast.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> But use him nobly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> Had it to me been done, I had forgiven it,<br /> +And still preserv'd you fair, but to our gods Sir—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Methinks I hate 'em now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> To our Religion,<br /> +To these to be thus stubborn, thus rebellious<br /> +To threaten them.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Away with him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> To grind 'em into base dust, and disperse 'em,<br /> +That never more their bloudy memories—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Clap him close up.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> Good friend be cooler.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Never;<br /> +Your painted Sister I despise too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> Softly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> You must be temperate;<br /> +Offer him no violence, I command you strictly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Now thou art up, I shall have time to speak too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Oh how I love this man, how truly honor him. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Christophero, <i>and</i> Pedro (<i>at one door</i>) Emanuel, +<i>and</i> Soza, (<i>at another</i>).</p> + +<p> +<i>Chr.</i> Do you know the news Gentlemen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> Wou'd we knew as well, Sir,<br /> +How to prevent it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> It must not be put up thus, smother'd slightly,<br /> +'Tis such a base unnatural wrong.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> 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> Shall we go charge 'em presently?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> 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> 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> We hope he shall not stay there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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—are they not devils?<br /> +But the devil's a great deal too good for 'em—fusty villains.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ch.</i> They are a kind of hounds.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Hounds were their fathers;<br /> +Old blear-ey'd bob-tail'd hounds—Lord, where's my Uncle?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> But what shall be done, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Done?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Soz.</i> Yes, to relieve him;<br /> +If it be not sudden they may take his life too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Ruy Dias.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Your Uncle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I hear strange news, and have been seeking ye;<br /> +They say <i>Armusia</i>'s prisoner.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 'Tis most certain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Upon what cause?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> A most unnoble dealing.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +<i>Py.</i> You are the next, if you can carry it tamely,<br /> +He has deserved of all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> I must confess it,<br /> +Of me so nobly too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> And fine Potatoes<br /> +Rosted in Gunpowder, such a Banquet, Sir<br /> +Will prepare their unmannerly stomachs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> They shall see<br /> +There is no safe retreat in villany;<br /> +Come, be high-hearted all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Omnes.</i> 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> I am ungrateful, and a wretch, perswade me not,<br /> +Forgetful of the mercy he shew'd me,<br /> +The timely noble pity—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> 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> They are mild and pittiful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> To those repent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> Their nature's soft and tender.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> What shall I do<br /> +To deserve of this man—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> What ails my Sister?<br /> +Why, is she bound? why looks she so distractedly?<br /> +Who does do this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisan.</i> We did it, pardon Sir,<br /> +And for her preservation—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> 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—I am glad it works thus.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisa.</i> 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> 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—Do that the gods command ye,<br /> +Do you know what ye say Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Pray be patient.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> 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> 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> Consider the reward, Sir, and the honor<br /> +That is prepared, the glory you shall grow to.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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—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> We must use tortures then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Your worst and painfull'st<br /> +I am joyful to accept.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +<i>Gov.</i> Make the fires ready,<br /> +And bring the several tortures out.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Whether will she?<br /> +What do you infer by this fair argument, Lady?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> Oh blessed Lady,<br /> +Since thou art won, let me begin my triumph,<br /> +Come clap your terrors on.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> 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> Death! she amazes me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> What shall be done now?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> Not so suddain:<br /> +If they go, all my Friends and Sisters perish.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Wou'd I were safe at home agen.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Messenger.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Mes.</i> 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—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> I have my fears: what can our gods do now for us?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> How joyfully I goe!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Quisar.</i> Take my heart with thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> 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> 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> 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> A vengeance fire 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +<i>2.</i> Nay, they fire fast enough;<br /> +You need not help 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>4.</i> Are these the <i>Portugal</i> Bulls—<br /> +How loud they bellow!<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> What shall we do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2.</i> 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> 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> By this leg—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> Art sure it was that blind Priest?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> Speak truly.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> 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> Make me believe so?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> How—To what end?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> 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> The damn'd Priest—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pan.</i> Sure he's a cruel man, methinks Religion<br /> +Should teach more temperate Lessons.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Any good I am able.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Yes I will do it, and suddainly, and truly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> I wou'd fain behold this Prophet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> 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> 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> I do not:<br /> +And you shall see how fairly I'll work for ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> I must needs steal that Priest,<br /> +Steal him, and hang him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> Do any thing to remove his mischief, strangle him—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Come prethee love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> You'll offer me no foul play?<br /> +The Vault is dark.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 'Twas well remember'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> And ye may—<br /> +But I hold ye honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> Honest enough I warrant thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> I am but a poor weak wench; and what with the place,<br /> +And your perswasions Sir—but I hope you will not;<br /> +You know we are often cozen'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> If thou dost fear me,<br /> +Why dost thou put me in mind?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pa.</i> To let you know Sir,<br /> +Though it be in your power, and things fitting to it,<br /> +Yet a true Gent—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> 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> Let my men guard the Gates.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Syan.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> We will return 'em such thanks else,<br /> +Shall make 'em scratch where it itches not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Em.</i> How the people stare,<br /> +And some cry, some pray, and some curse heartily:<br /> +But it is the King—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Syana, Bakam, Quisara, Armusia, <i>with Soldiers above</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ruy.</i> 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> 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> Stay Sir, be moderate.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arm.</i> 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> Friend, be not desperate.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Which way you goe, Sir,<br /> +I must follow necessary.<br /> +One life, and one death.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> No, no, go on:<br /> +Look here, your god, your prophet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> How came he taken?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> Saving the reverence of your grace, we stole him,<br /> +E'en out of the next chamber to ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Py.</i> 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> How's this!<br /> +Art thou a Prophet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ru.</i> Come down Princes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> We are abus'd—<br /> +Oh my most dear <i>Armusia</i>—<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> This is a precious Prophet. Why Don Governor,<br /> +What make you here, how long have you taken Orders?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ruy.</i> 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> I had paid you all,<br /> +But fortune plaid the slut. Come,<br /> +Give me my doom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> I cannot speak for wonder.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gov.</i> Nay, 'tis I Sir,<br /> +And here I stay your sentence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> 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> And Kings at least.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ar.</i> 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> Your joy is ours, Sir.<br /> +And nothing we find in ye, but most noble.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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> 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> I am glad I had her for you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>King.</i> 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. Scæna 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> 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> And so your Worships Land within the Walls,<br /> +Where you shall have it all inclos'd, and sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Peace knave; dull creature, bred of sweat and smoke,<br /> +These mysteries are far above thy faith:<br /> +But thou shalt see—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> 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> You are merry Cosin:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cosin.</i> 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> Cosin, pray give me leave:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> I have done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> 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> 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> You nobly came, but will goe from thence base.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> '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> 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> Sirrah, how slept your Mistriss, and what visitants<br /> +Are to pay service?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> As I came out,<br /> +Two Counts were newly ent'red.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> This is greatness,<br /> +But few such servants wait a Countrey beauty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis well, and aptly given, as much for you,<br /> +But to my present business, which is money—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Lady, I have none left.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> Yes my dearest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> Pray tell me true,<br /> +Have you not Land in the Countrey?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Pardon me, I had forgot it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> It shall, let me consider, some 300 acres<br /> +Will serve the turn.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> '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> 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> Sir, did you call?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> Sir, do not do this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Knave, I must have money.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Be it so:<br /> +Now to our first discourse.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> 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> This is noble.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> And you shall have them; I desire your care.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> They are your servants.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> You must not love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> How Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> So.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> Proceed good Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> 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> O good Sir,<br /> +You rack me till I know it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> O but their faces.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> 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> Faith nothing.<br /> +I have not heard of any worth relating.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Nor I sweet Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> Then give me attention,<br /> +<i>Monsieur Shattillion's</i> mad.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> Mad as May-butter,<br /> +And which is more, mad for a Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lady.</i> 'Tis strange, and full of pity.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Sir, may I crave your name?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cous.</i> Yes Sir you may:<br /> +My name is <i>Cleremont</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 'Tis well, your faction?<br /> +What party knit you with?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cous.</i> I know no parties,<br /> +Nor no Factions, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Sir keep your cross, I'll weare none, sure this fellow<br /> +Is much beside himself, grown mad.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> I do believe you, Sir, 'tis a plain cross.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> I Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Your will with me sweet Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> Sir, I come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> No indeed Sir,<br /> +That place is not for women, Do you know me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Yes, I do know you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> What's my name? pray you speak.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> You are deceiv'd Sir, I come from your love,<br /> +That sends you fair commends, and many kisses.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Alass, poor soul, How does she? Is she living?<br /> +Keeps she her bed still?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> 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> Are ye in counsel?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> No Sir, nor any of my sex.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> I do believe it, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> And suddenly,<br /> +She stands too near a fortune.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> '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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> I am wretched.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Good Sir, I love ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Then love the gracious King, and say with me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> Heaven save his Grace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> This is strange—<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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Gentleman, Solus.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Gent.</i> <i>Jaques.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Sir. <span class="ralign">[<i>Within.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> 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> 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> '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> 'Tis true, why should my Wife then, 'gainst my good,<br /> +Perswade me to continue in this course?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> I see my folly,<br /> +Pack up my stuffe, I will away this morne.<br /> +Haste—haste.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> Goe, call <a name="p187_3" id="p187_3" class="fc">[up]</a> my Wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> But shall she not prevail,<br /> +And sway you, as she oft hath done before?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I will not hear her, but raile on her,<br /> +Till I be ten miles off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> If you be forty,<br /> +'Twill not be worse Sir:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Call her up.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> I will Sir. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> 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> 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> What do you mean?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> Why, who hath been with you Sir,<br /> +That you talk thus out of Frame.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> Why Sir, you'll stay till the next triumph<br /> +Day be past?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> But will you goe?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> And shall I too?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> And you shall too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> But shall I by this light?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Why by this light you shall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> '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> She has a plaguy wit,<br /> +I say you'r but a little piece of man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 'Tis true she sayes, her answers stand with reason.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> Well, Sir, I will obey.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> About it then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> About it then, women are pleasant creatures,<br /> +When once a man begins to know himself.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> I will not wish it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> And never more hope to be honorable.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> My hopes are lower.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +<i>Wife.</i> Bring hither, pen, ink, and paper.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> 'Tis here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Your Master will not stay,<br /> +Unless preferment come within an hour.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> Is all packt up?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> Come, Where's my Spurs?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Here, Sir, and now 'tis come.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I, <i>Jaques</i>, now,<br /> +I thank my fates, I can command my Wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> I am glad to see it, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I do not love alwayes,<br /> +To be made a puppie, <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> But, yet me thinks your Worship does not look,<br /> +Right like a Countrey Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> Here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> So, my Jerkin.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> And I will bear them, Sir,<br /> +And Skurdge-sticks for the children.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> I will, Sir, so your Worship give me Money.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Thou shalt receive all too: give me my Drawers.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> They are ready, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> And Holy-dayes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> Why that will be a life for Kings and Queens.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Give me my Scarfe with the great Button quickly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 'Tis done, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Now my Mittens.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Here they are, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> 'Tis well: now my great dagger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> There.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Why so; thus it should be, now my riding rod.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> There's nothing wanting, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Another, man, to stick under my girdle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> There it is.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> All is well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> Goe, hasten your Mistriss, Sirra.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> Who's that? who's that Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Page.</i> I think it be my Master.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Who, he that walkes in gray, whisking his riding rod?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pag.</i> Yes, Sir, 'tis he.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> '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—<br /> +<i>Monsieur</i> good day.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> <i>Monsieur</i>, your Mistriss is within, but yet not ready.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> Faith, Sir, within this half hour. <i>Jaques</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaques within:</i> Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Is my Wife ready?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> Why Sir, I hope it is no Treason, is it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> '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> Why, I had rather all their hearts should fail,<br /> +Than I stay here until my purse fail me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> Come, these are tricks, I smell 'em, I will goe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Have I not still profest my self your friend?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Yes, but you never shewd it to me yet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> Why so I mean to doe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> And by this light you may be what you will;<br /> +Will you be secret, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Why? What's the matter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> The King does fear you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> How?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> And is now in Counsel;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> About me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> What truth?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Why, that which now he knows too well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> What is't?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> What said he?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> 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> Where's <i>Monsieur Mount Marine</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Why there he stands, will you ought with him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Yes: Good day <i>Monsieur Marine</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Good day to you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> I thank his Majesty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> Do you hear? if you yield yet you are an ass.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> 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> 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> Where is this new made Knight?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Here, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> 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> I'll tell him so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Why, this was like your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Why faith you'r well my Lord, yield to him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Yield? why 'twas my plot.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Nay, 'twas your Wives plot.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> So please his Majesty, I would be D. of <i>Burgundy</i>,<br /> +Because I like the place.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> I know the King is pleas'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> Then will I stay and kiss his Highness hand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> His Majesty will be a glad man when he hears it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> 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> 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> I another.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> I'll pluck his Jerkin off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> 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> 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> Here's his man <i>Jaques</i> come,<br /> +Booted and ready still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> My slippers, <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> O thou mighty Duke,<br /> +Pardon this Man,<br /> +That thus hath trespassed in ignorance.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I pardon him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> His Graces slippers, <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Why what's the matter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> Foot-man, he's a Duke:<br /> +The King hath rais'd him above all his Land.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> See, see, my Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lon.</i> Let's observe their greeting.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> Loe a Knight doth kneel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> A Knight?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> A Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +<i>Wife.</i> A Fool.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> I say doth kneel an Earl, a Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> In Drawers.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Without shoes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Sure you <a name="p199_4" id="p199_4" class="fc">[are]</a> lunatick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> No, honoured Duchess,<br /> +If you dare but believe your servants truth,<br /> +I know he is a Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> God save his Grace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> I ask your Graces pardon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gent.</i> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cozen, <i>and</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Coz.</i> Shall I believe thee, <i>Jaques</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> Sir you may.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> Didst thou not dreame?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> I did not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> Nor imagine?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> A Duke art sure? a Duke?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> I am sure a Duke,<br /> +And so sure, as I know my self for <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> 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> Is a Duke his chamber hung with Nobles like a presence?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> 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> I swear he is.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> I am satisfied, he is my Kinsman. <i>Jaques</i>,<br /> +And I his poor unworthy Cozen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> True, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> I have a suit my self, and it is sure,<br /> +Or I mistake my ends much.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Coz.</i> What is't <i>Jaques</i>,<br /> +May I not crave the place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ja.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> I'll see you mounted, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Couz.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Now me thinks dearest Lady you are too cruel;<br /> +His very heart will freeze in knowing this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> '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> The choisest fortunes wait upon our Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> And give him all content and happiness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Let his great name live to the end of time.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> 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> Hee's high-brac't like a Drum, pray God he break not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Why let him break, there's but a Calves-skin lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> 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> I am pleased so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> 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> Room for the Duke there. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Duke and Train.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> '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> 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> 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> Can you give me reason from whence<br /> +This great Duke sprang that walks abroad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Even from the King himself.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shot.</i> 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> God preserve him.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Shattillions <i>Love</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Shat.</i> I say Amen, and so say all good Subjects.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> With all my heart;<br /> +My feeling of his grief and loss is much.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> 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> 'Tis true, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> You are as right, Sir, as you went by line.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> And to the grief of many thousands more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> If there be any such, God comfort them.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> I do forgive you even with my heart;<br /> +Shall I entreat a favor?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Any thing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Give room, and keep your places,<br /> +you may see enough; keep your places.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> These people are too far unmanner'd, thus<br /> +To stop your Graces way with multitudes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> 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> Bless your Grace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> And you with all my heart.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Gen.</i> Now heaven preserve your happy dayes:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> I thank you too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>3. Gen.</i> Now Heaven save your Grace;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> I thank you all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> On there before.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Your Grace had best beware, 'twill be inform'd<br /> +Your greatness with the people.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I had more,<br /> +My honest, and ingenious people.—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> A noble Duke, a very noble Duke.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Gentleman.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Ser.</i> Afore there Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> You'r faithfully met good <i>Monsieur Mount Marine</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Be advis'd, the time is alter'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Gen.</i> Is he not the same man he was afore?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Still the same man to you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> Let me not dye in ignorance;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> Sir, you have mercy, and withal my hand,<br /> +From henceforth let me call you one of mine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Make room afore there, and dismiss the people.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> Every Man to his house in peace and quiet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Peop.</i> 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> 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> 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> Bless me heaven<br /> +What a hot meat this greatness is!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> We humbly thank your grace for this great favor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> <i>Jaques?</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Your Grace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> 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> I would desire your Grace—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> You shall desire, and have your<br /> +Full desire: sweet Duchess speak.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> 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> I can assure your Grace, his strain is noble,<br /> +But he's very subtle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> Is mad <i>Shattillion</i> here?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Is here, and's Lady,<br /> +I prethee servant fetch him hither.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Why, what do you mean to put him to?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> I'll fetch my Lord the Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> May't please your grace, this is the Gentleman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Is this he that chops Logick with my Liege?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Your Title Sir, in short.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Depart the room, for none shall stay,<br /> +No, not my dearest Duchess.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> We'll stand behind the Arras and hear all. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> In that chair take your place, I in this,<br /> +Discourse your Title now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> But take me with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> But had not the Tenth <i>Lewis</i> a sole Daughter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I cannot tell.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> But answer me directly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> It is a most seditious question.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Is this your justice?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I stand for my King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Why, do your worst.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Treason, help.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Wife</i>, Long. Bew. <i>and Serv.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Wife.</i> Help, help, my Lord and Husband.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Help <a name="p212_8" id="p212_8" class="fc">the Duke</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Forbear his grace's person.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> How doth your Grace?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Why? well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> How do you find his Title?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 'Tis a dangerous one,<br /> +As can come by a female.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> I, 'tis true,<br /> +But the Law <i>Salique</i> cuts him off from all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I do beseech your Grace, how stands his Title?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Pew, nothing; the Law <i>Salique</i> cuts him off from all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Cosin and his Wife.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> Yes Sir, and 'twill be ready within this two days.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> 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> 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> I much admire the fierce <i>masculine</i> spirit,<br /> +Of this dread <i>Amazon</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> This following night I'll have a wench in solace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> My Lady would intreat your presence, Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> We will obey your Lady, she is worthy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> You, light alone, a word, or two.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Your Will, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Hark in your ear; wilt thou be married? speak, wilt thou marry?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Married? to whom Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> To a proper fellow, landed, and able bodied.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Why do you flout me, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I swear I do not; I love thee for thy Ladies sake, be free?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> 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> What saist thou to Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Sir, I say he's a proper Gentleman, and far<br /> +Above my means to look at.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Dost thou like him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Yes Sir, and ever did.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> He is thine own.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> You are too great in promises.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Be rul'd, and follow my advice, he shall be thine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Would you would make it good, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> I'll be your scholar,<br /> +I cannot lose much by the venture sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> Save ye Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Save the King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I pray you Sir, which is the nearest way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Save the King, this is the nearest way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Which is the nearest way to the Post-house?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> God save the King and his <a name="p214_14" id="p214_14" class="fc">Post-house</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I pray Sir direct me to the house.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p214_16" id="p214_16" class="fc"><i>Shat.</i></a> Heaven save the King, you cannot catch me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I do not understand you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> You do not, I say you cannot catch me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Not catch you, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> 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> I do not think you would.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Why Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> No by my troth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> I would his Majesty would hear but reason,<br /> +As well as you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> Yes Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> And such men are very rare with me,<br /> +The Post-house is hard by, farewel;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I thank you, Sir, I must ride hard to night,<br /> +And it is dark already.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> What is your Will?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> Do you not know?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Not I.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> And do you gather nothing by my face?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> No Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Why Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> No truly Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Yes, divers Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> Why then your head is gone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I'll out of town.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> Would it were soon enough,<br /> +Stay if you love your life, or else you are taken.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> What shall I do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> I thank you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Good Sir, suddainly, I am afraid to dye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> 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> I am within, and will be; what are you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> A friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> A word Sir, I say, I am your friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> To speak with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> Speak out then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> Shall I not come up?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Sir do you hear?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Good Sir, unlock your door.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Dare you not trust me, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> Monsieur <i>Shattillion</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sha.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> It is the Gentleman that sav'd my life, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Bless <i>Shattillion</i>, another plot.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> No Sir, 'tis I.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Why, who are you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Your friend whom you preserv'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 'Tis I.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> You should not be a woman by your stature.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I am none, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Sir, will you help me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> We are, Sir, and your servants, your salutes,<br /> +We give you back again with many thanks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> Sir you may.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Shall we desire your name, and business, Sir?<br /> +And we will presently inform him of you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> My name is <i>Cleremont</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> You are his Graces kinsman,<br /> +Or I am much mistaken?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> 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> 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> This is the merry fellow; this is he<br /> +That must be noble too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> I shall attend, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis the Duke, even he himself, be merry,<br /> +This is the golden age the Poet speaks on.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> Cosin?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> Your Graces vassal, far unworthy<br /> +The nearness of your blood.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> I have, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> I Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> All this I have perform'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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> Heaven forbid!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Sweet <i>Maria</i>; provide the cushion ready for it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> It shall be done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> Farewel, and think upon my words.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> I shall observe them. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Duke and Duchess.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> Health, and the Kings continual love, attend you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> 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> 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> I have some certain aims, Sir: but my wife—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Your wife, you must not let that trouble you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> It will Sir, to see her in a strangers arms.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> I thank you Sir, I will be more advis'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> But what great Office do you level at?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> Sir, they are kissing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> I know not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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— <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Long. <i>and Wife</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> 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> 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> Will you be walking home?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> I would desire to have my wife along.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> I will Sir, and wife remember me, a Duke, a Duke wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> 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> 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> Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Stay till I light a candle, who are ye?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Sir? a poor Gentlewoman.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewford.</p> + +<p> +<i>Bew.</i> Oh come in, I'll find a time for you too, be not loud.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Sir, you have found that time already, shame<br /> +On my soul therefore.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Why? what's the matter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> Do you not see, Sir, is your light so dim?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Do you not wait on the Lady Mount <i>Marine</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> I do Sir, but my love on you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Poor soul! how cam'st thou by this big belly?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> By your self.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +<i>Bew.</i> By heaven I ne'er touch'd your body.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ma.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long. within.</i> Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>, Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Whose that calls?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Are you a bed?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> No Sir, the hangings.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Longaveil.</p> + +<p> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> 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> Good <i>Longaveil</i> believe me on my faith,<br /> +I am her husband.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> On my faith I cannot, unless I saw<br /> +Your hands fast, and your hearts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> Yes I am believing, and God give you joy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> <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> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Duke and</i> Jaques.</p> + +<p> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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> My house?<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p226_36" id="p226_36" class="fc"><i>J</i>[<i>a</i>]<i>q.</i></a> 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> <i>Jaques</i> we are displeas'd, hath it no name?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> What name?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> house you ass.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Your graces mercy,<br /> +when I was come off, and had recover'd<br /> +<i>Burgundy</i> 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> 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> Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Have I not said this morning?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> 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> I am so, mighty Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Nay, for the Countrey.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> How? for the Countrey?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> Why Sir? you are not mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> How many Dukes have ye known mad? I pray speak.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> You are the first, Sir, and I hope the last,<br /> +But you are stark horn-mad.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Forbear good wife.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> 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> Why, do you think I'll go?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I know you shall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> I shall? by what authority shall I?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I am your Husband.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> Do you think so?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Yes faith.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Now good wife make me understand that point.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Why that you shall, did I not bring you hither?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> By you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> I confess it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> And took base courses?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Base?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> What were these courses, wife?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> Why it is true.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> And was not that monstrous base?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Be advis'd wife, a Bear's a Princely beast.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> A Bear?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Yes wife, and one side venison.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> 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> Nay, I have done, and though I know 'twill be<br /> +Your overthrow, I'll not forsake you now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Be ready then. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Duke.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> I will.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Bewf. Long. <i>Serv.</i> Maria.</p> + +<p> +<i>Long.</i> What are you married <i>Bewford</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> I, as fast as words, and hearts, and hands, and Priest can make us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Oh Gentlemen, we are undone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> For what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> What, down into <a name="p229_22" id="p229_22" class="fc">[the]</a> Countrey?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> According to his merits he should wear,<br /> +A guarded coat, and a great wooden dagger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> 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> 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> Come let me see how all things are dispos'd of.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Very good.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> <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> An hour ago.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> Youl'd say so if you knew all, goodman Duckling.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> Mountey, mountey, <i>Jaques</i>, be our Querry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Groom.</i> To horse there Gentlemen, and fall in couples.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> Stand thou proud man.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Thieves, <i>Jaques</i>, raise the people.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> You are mistaken, <i>Longavile</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Oh would I were: this second whisk divides<br /> +Thy Earldom from thee, thou art yet a Baron.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> No more whisks if you love me <i>Longavile</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> <a name="p231_26" id="p231_26" class="fc">Degraded</a> from my honors?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 'Tis too certain.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +<i>Wife.</i> Why Husband? Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> I'll not loose a penny by this town.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> 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> Goe thy way sentences, 'twill be thy fortune,<br /> +To live and dye a Cuckold, and Churchwarden.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Oh my poor Husband! what a heavy fortune<br /> +Is fallen upon him!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> 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> Why do ye stand so dead, Monsieur <i>Marine</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> So <i>Cæsar</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> 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—<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> 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> 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> 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> Why wife, are ye mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> No, nor drunk, but I'd have you know your own strength.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> More crotchets yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Follow me <i>Jaques</i>, I must have thy counsel,<br /> +I will return again, stay you there wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I fear this loss of honor will give him some few stools.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wif.</i> No, no, he is resolv'd, he will not<br /> +Stir a foot, I'll lay my life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> I, but he's discontented, how shall we resolve that,<br /> +And make him stay with comfort?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Has he his Champion? that's excellent.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> <i>Jaques</i> go on, defend our Princely Title.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Go forward <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> 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> Come, do thy worst, for the King shall see<br /> +All is not true, that is reported of me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I may not fight with him by Law of Arms.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> What? shall my Title fall? wilt thou not fight?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Never with him that once hath sav'd my life.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> I fear this challenge hath spoil'd all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> 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> Lie still, Sir, if you love your life, I'll whistle when he's gone,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> Lady, what ever power doth lie in us<br /> +By Art, or Prayer, or danger, we are yours.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> That charge I'll undertake.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> His sword is up, and yet he watcheth you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Du.</i> I'll down again, pray for thy Master, <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> She lives, she lives, I know her by the power<br /> +Shoots from her eyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> Rise dear <i>Shattillion</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> I know my duty,<br /> +Next unto my King, I am to kneel to you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> I'll have you rise, fetch me a chair, sit down <i>Shat</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> I am commanded, and faith tell me Mistriss,<br /> +What usage have you had? pray be plain!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> His eyes grow very heavy, not a word,<br /> +That his weak senses may come sweetly home.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> The King is honourable.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> When do you whistle <i>Jaques</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> By and by.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Come hither Monsieur, canst thou laugh a little?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Yes Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> So thou shalt then. <i>Bewford</i>, how dost thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Why well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I'm glad on't, and how does thy wife?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Why, you may see her, Sir, she stands behind you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> By the mass she's there indeed, but where's her belly?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Belly?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> Her great belly, man; what hast thou sent thee?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> A Boy, I'll lay my life, it tumbled so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Catcht by this light.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I'll be a Gossip <i>Bewford</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> And I.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> I have an odd Apostle spoon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> S'foot, catcht.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> He's married to your woman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> And I not know it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 'Twas a venial sin.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> Gall, gall, gall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Forgive her, Monsieur <i>Bewford</i>, 'twas her love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bew.</i> You may rise if you please, I must endure it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> 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> <i>Jaques</i>, <i>Jaques</i>, is the Kings Champion gon yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> No, but he's asleep.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Is he asleep art sure?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> I am sure he is, I hear him snore.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Then by your favours Gentlemen I rise,<br /> +And know I am a Duke still.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> And I am his Champion.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duc.</i> Hold thee there, and all <i>France</i> cannot mend thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> I thank you Duchess, for your kind advice,<br /> +But now we do not affect those ravenous beasts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> A Lion is a beast to try a King;<br /> +But for the trial of such a state like this<br /> +<i>Pliny</i> reports a mastive dog will serve.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> We will not deal with dogs at all, but men.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> No, does he?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> 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> Mark me directly, Sir, your wife may know it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> May not <i>Jaques</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Yes, he may.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> May not my Countrey Cosin?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> By no means, Sir, if you love your life and state.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> Well then, know all, I am no Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> No, I'll swear it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Long.</i> See, he wakes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> Dearest <i>Shattillion</i>, see upon my knees,<br /> +I offer up my love, forget my wrongs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Art thou mine own?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> By heaven I am.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> Then all the world is mine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> I have stranger things to tell thee, my dearest love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Shat.</i> 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> 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> Know all, I am no Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> What <a name="p239_17" id="p239_17" class="fc">[saye]?</a><br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> <i>Jaques?</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Jaq.</i> Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> I am a Duke.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Both.</i> Are ye?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Duke.</i> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles <i>and</i> Lisander.</p> + +<p> +<i>Phi.</i> Make way for my Lord Protector.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisan.</i> Your graces servants.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander, <i>and</i> Lisimachus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Cas.</i> I like your diligent waiting, where's <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> I wait upon you, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +<i>Cas.</i> The Queen looks pleasant<br /> +This morning, does she not?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> I ever found<br /> +Her gracious smiles on me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> 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> Success ever attend you.<br /> +Is not the Queen yet coming forth?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Your servant,<br /> +You may command our duties,<br /> +This is the Court Star, <i>Philocles</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> The Star that we must sail by.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> All must borrow<br /> +A light from him, the young Queen directs all<br /> +Her favours that way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> Peace, remember he is Lord Protector.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phil.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> I prethee what should he do there?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Some Offices will fall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> <i>Lisander</i>, <i>Philocles</i>,<br /> +How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> In her bed-chamber.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Who was with her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> None but the young Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> '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> I would his Father were<br /> +Mounted to th' gallows.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> He has a path fair enough,<br /> +If he survive by title of his Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> Would I were Queen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Thou wou'dst become rarely the petticoat,<br /> +What wou'dst thou do?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> 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> There's a spark, a youth moulded for a Favourite,<br /> +The Queen might do him honor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match<br /> +Now for her Virgin blood.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me<br /> +To find my Lord Protector?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> He was here<br /> +Within this half hour, young <i>Lisimachus</i><br /> +His Son is with the Queen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> 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> <i>Seleucus</i> carries<br /> +Himself too roughly; with what pride and scorn<br /> +He past by 'em.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> The Queen was not wont to send for me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> The reason's to her self,<br /> +It will become your duty to attend her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Save you Gentlemen, what novelty<br /> +Does the Court breathe to day?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> 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> <i>Arcadius.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Your Lordship honor'd me,<br /> +I have no blessing in his absence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 'Tis done like a pious Uncle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> We must not<br /> +Give any licence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> If your Majesty<br /> +Would please.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> I humbly beg your pardon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Where's <i>Lysimachus</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Your humble servant, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> Madam, I then write my self blest on earth<br /> +When I may do you service.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> We would be private, <i>Macarius</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Madam, you have blest me,<br /> +Nothing but your command could interpose to<br /> +Stay him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br /> +You must not leave us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Nothing but <i>Lisimachus</i>? has she not<br /> +Ta'en a philter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Nay, pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you,<br /> +Must be excus'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> It will become my duty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> The least of all<br /> +These names from you, Madam, is grace enough.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Yet here you wou'd not rest?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> 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> Let me digest my blessing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> But I cannot resolve when this shall be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> I shall<br /> +Believe you mock me in this argument,<br /> +I have no power.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> How, no power?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Not as a Queen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> I understand you not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> I must obey, your Father's my Protector.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> How?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> 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> 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> I apprehend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Your Father.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander <i>and</i> Seleucus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Cas.</i> Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> '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> How's this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> I shall expound her meaning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> Why kneel you, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Madam, to reconcile two families<br /> +That may unite, both Counsels and their blood<br /> +To serve your Crown.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> <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> 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> 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> 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> Be particular.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> This rather will inlarge<br /> +Their hate, and be a means to call more blood<br /> +Into the stream.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Not if both families<br /> +Agree, and swear—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> And who shall be the Champions?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> 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> Is this Character<br /> +Bestow'd on him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> Some <a name="p249_37" id="p249_37" class="fc">[catch]</a>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> 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> How Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> Your killing?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> Come back, do you know <i>Arcadius</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> When the spirit of Wine<br /> +Made his brain valiant, he fought bravely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> What?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Tell him he were not honest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> You are gracious.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> <i>Lisimachus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> She has granted then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> With much ado.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> As I guest,<br /> +It cannot be too soon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> First, let us marry, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> How's this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Crown'd to morrow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> 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> 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> We attend your grace.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> <i>Lisimachus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> What heretofore could happen to mankind<br /> +Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in<br /> +<i>Sophias</i> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Arcadius <i>and</i> Polydora.</p> + +<p> +<i>Pol.</i> Indeed you shall not go.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Whither?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I prethee leave thy fears, I am commanded<br /> +To th' contrary, I wonot leave thee now.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Commanded? by whom?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> The Queen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> Only to get an appetite<br /> +To thee <i>Polidora</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Then you must provoke it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Nay, prethee do not so mistake thy servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Perhaps you surfeit with my Love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Thy love?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> For what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> There is the throne for beauty.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 'Tis safer dwelling here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> You can flatter too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Fine men.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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> 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> Let it be some<br /> +Gentle one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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> 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> I suspect not,<br /> +And to requite thy constancy, I swear.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> '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> 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> 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> I met <i>Arcadius</i> in strange haste, he told me<br /> +He had been with thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> Then <i>Lisimachus</i> can have<br /> +No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nes.</i> 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> I am not well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Nes.</i> 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> 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> You amaze me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> Mine? who's my enemy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Then prayers and tears assist me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> <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> Ha, keep off.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> What mean you, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> We are your friends.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> You wrong our hearts, who truly honor you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> They say I must be kill'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> By whom?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> I know not, nor wou'd I part with life so tamely.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> 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> Your Uncle, this is strange.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Yes, my honest Uncle,<br /> +If my unlucky Stars have pointed me<br /> +So dire a fate.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> There is some strange mistake in't.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ant.</i> <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> 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> This does a little trouble me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> 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> This is strange.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Madam, my son knew not what he ask'd,<br /> +And you were cruel to consent so soon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> <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> 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> <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> Why, that's good;<br /> +<i>Arcadius</i>, speak to her; hear him Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> I am undone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> They are both mad.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> I have receiv'd another life in this high favour,<br /> +And may lose what nature gave me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> <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> I'll forfeit<br /> +My head for a rebellion, than suffer it. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> But do you think they'll fight indeed?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> <i>Macarius</i> is perplex'd.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Eubulus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe,<br /> +My brains upon the torture.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> 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> If she deny us—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> What?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> I wou'd do somewhat—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> There's something o' th' suddain struck upon<br /> +My imagination that may secure us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Name it, if no dishonor wait upon't<br /> +To preserve them, I'll accept any danger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> 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> Speak it <i>Eubulus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> In your ear I shall,<br /> +It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Heaven preserve your Highness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> She has a brave spirit, look how the Protector<br /> +Grows pale already.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> This language<br /> +Is but a threatening to some body.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> But we miss some, that use not to absent<br /> +Their duties from us, where's <i>Macarius</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Throw away<br /> +These instruments of death, and like two friends<br /> +Embrace by our example.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> This unfein'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> We have found a nearer way to friendship, Madam,<br /> +Than by exposing them to fight for us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> 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> Ha, that string<br /> +Doth promise Musick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Qu.</i> 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> 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> 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> Now my Lord <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> 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> <i>Lisimachus</i> blushes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Direct our duties, Madam, to pray for him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> <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> How's this? o're-reach'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> <i>Arcadius</i>, you must refuse my love,<br /> +Or shame this Kingdom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> Is the wind in that corner?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I shall run mad <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> Sir, contain your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Is this to be believ'd?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> What dream is this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> He kisses her, now by this day I am glad on't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Mark the Protector.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Let him fret his heart-strings.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Is the day cloudy on the sudden?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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> It must be so, and yet let me consider.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Polidora, <i>and a Servant</i>.</p> + + +<p> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> Yes Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Tell me,<br /> +Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen<br /> +A full temptation stood him?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Very little<br /> +My judgment could distinguish, she did no sooner<br /> +Propound, but he accepted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I shall.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> When?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Instantly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> There is no way but death.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> 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> 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> Pray hear me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> You begin to stir me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> What, Sir, will his death<br /> +Advantage us, if she be false to me?<br /> +So irreligious, and to touch her person—<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> 'Tis the Protector<br /> +And his son.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> The whirligigs of Women.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p267_6" id="p267_6" class="fc"><i>Phi.</i></a> Your Graces servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I am yours Gentlemen,<br /> +And should be happy to deserve your loves.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> Now he can flatter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> 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> She will be married<br /> +To t'other Gentleman for certain then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I hope you'll wish 'em joy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> Indeed I will, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Your Graces servant. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> Where's your Son, my Lord?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Like a neglected servant of his Mistress.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> I would ask him a question.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> What?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> I can resolve you that, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> She did promise?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Then shee's a Woman, and your Son;<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> What?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> There's no opposing destiny.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> I would cut the Throat.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Whose throat?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> The Queen, with more discretion, might ha chosen<br /> +Thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Whom?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Thee, <i>Seleucus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> <i>Arcadius</i>,<br /> +And you, were reconcil'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> They are not<br /> +Yet married.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> How, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> <i>Lisimachus</i>, this Gentleman<br /> +Is worth our embrace, hee's spirited,<br /> +And may be useful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> Wot stay <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> Yes, Sir,<br /> +And shew a patience above her injury.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Now he dissembles.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Sir, you must sit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> I am obedient.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> This is not Musick<br /> +Sprightly enough, it feeds the soul with melancholy.<br /> +How sayes <i>Arcadius</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Fine stuff.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> You cannot flatter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Ha, ha, Can you indure it Gentlemen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> What do you meane?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Nay, ask him what he meanes, mine is a down<br /> +Right laugh.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Well, Sir, proceed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> The morning is more modest than thy praises,<br /> +What a thing does he make her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Ha, ha.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Whose that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 'Twas I, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> <i>Seleucus?</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Ha?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Yes, Sir, 'twas I that laugh'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> At what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> At nothing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Contain your self, <i>Seleucus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Are you mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Have you ambition to be punish'd, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> You are sawcy,<br /> +We'll place you where you sha'not be so merry,<br /> +Take him away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Submit your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Let me plead for his pardon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> 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> 'Tis charity,<br /> +A way wo' mee, 'boy Madam?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> He has a daring spirit. <span class="ralign">[<i>Ex.</i> Sel. Eub. Cas.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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> 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> Let not those thoughts afflict thee,<br /> +While we have power to correct the offences,<br /> +<i>Arcadius</i> be mine, this shall confirm it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Our Marriage.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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> 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> He's troubled.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> <i>Arcadius.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Now set forward.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> I'll fright their glories.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> By what means?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Observe.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Our good Unckle, welcome.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> 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> This you intend your highness wedding day.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> We are going.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Save you labor<br /> +I have brought a Priest to meet you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> Reverend Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> Meet us, Why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> To tell you, that you must not Marry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Didst thou hear that, <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> And wonder what will follow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> We must not marry.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bish.</i> 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> Is my Unckle mad?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> 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> 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> It is <i>Theodosius</i>,<br /> +Your graces Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Bis.</i> I am subscribed a witness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> Upon my life 'tis his.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> Fear not, I'll cross this Match.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I'll bless thee for't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Not I Sir, but I am commanded by oath,<br /> +And conscience to speak truth.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> My youngest Brother.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Worse and worse, my brains. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> <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> This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Que.</i> 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> 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> He made no scruple to expose me then<br /> +To any danger?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> <i>Demetrius</i> alive.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> What riddles are these, Whom do they talk of?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Omn.</i> Congratulate your return to life, and honor,<br /> +And as becomes us, with one voice salute you,<br /> +<i>Demetrius</i> King of <i>Epire</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> And we rejoyce.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> The King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> You'll justifie it?<br /> +Sister, I am very glad to see you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> 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> Thine ear <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> Thou art turn'd Marble.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> There will be the less charge for my Monument.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> This must not be, sit fast young King. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> Your sister, Sir, is gone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Arc.</i> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Cassander, Eubulus, Soldier.</p> + + +<p> +<i>Cas.</i> Where's the Captain of the Castle?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sol.</i> Hee'll attend your honors presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Give him knowledge we expect him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sol.</i> I shall, my Lord. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> He is my creature, fear not,<br /> +And shall run any course that we propound.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> 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> My Lord, affairs<br /> +Of such a glorious nature, are half finish'd,<br /> +When they begin with confidence.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> 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> 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> 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> I waite your Lordships pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> These things will least<br /> +Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> As one whose soul's above it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Patiently?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> While I look<br /> +Upon him, something in his face presents<br /> +A King indeed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> He does resemble much<br /> +<i>Theodosius</i> too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Whose son we would pretend him,<br /> +This will advance our plot.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> '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> Are you serious?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> Command my life, I owe it to your favor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> <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> 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> How?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Have but a will,<br /> +And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to,<br /> +A King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> You do not mock me Gentlemen?<br /> +You are my Father, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> 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> What's the mistery?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> You must be a King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> <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> I pronounce thee King,<br /> +Unless thy spirit be turn'd coward, and<br /> +Thou faint to accept it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> King of what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Of <i>Epire</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> 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> Thank you Gentlemen,<br /> +There's hope for me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> 'Two'not come to that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> I am of your Lordships mind, so fare you well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> Yet stay and hear—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> No more, long live <i>Leonatus</i> King of <i>Epire</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> <i>Leonatus</i>, Who's that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> 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> <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> Most right.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Omnes.</i> Upon our lives.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> I'll venture mine, but with your pardon,<br /> +Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> My Lord <i>Cassander</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> And you are of his mind? and you? and think<br /> +This may be done?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> 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> 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> Have no suspition.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> Unless <i>Demetrius</i> yield himself, he bleeds.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sel.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> '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> True, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> 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> 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> 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> Hee's here<br /> +As fate would have him reconcil'd, be free,<br /> +And speak your thoughts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> 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> You do not mock me, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> 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> I thought you had been sensible.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> How Madam?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> 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> Nothing can deface that part of my<br /> +Religion in me, not to pray for you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> 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> What Madam?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> 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> You think 'em counterfeit.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> 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> I waite it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> I have now<br /> +Another Mistress.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Stay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisi.</i> 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> 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> Such a sound, methought,<br /> +Came from him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Let's remove, here's too much ayre,<br /> +The sad note multiplies.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cha.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> To my apprehension,<br /> +Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> She, nor any other,<br /> +Sure there's some conceit<br /> +To excuse it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Stay, Who's this? observe what follows?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> 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> What would great Fortune?<br /> +<br /> +<i>For.</i> Know,<br /> +Who dwells here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Fa.</i> Once more I report great Queen,<br /> +This is the house of Love.<br /> +<br /> +<i>For.</i> 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> If there be noble love upon the World,<br /> +Trust Fame, and find it here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>For.</i> Make good your boast,<br /> +And bring him to us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>De.</i> What does mean all this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 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> No more.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Love.</i> 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> We came to dance and revel with you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> 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> What intrusion's this?<br /> +Whom do you seek here.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> 'Tis honor.<br /> +<br /> +<i>For.</i> <a name="p287_9" id="p287_9" class="fc">He my</a> servant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lov.</i> Fortune is come to visit us.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Hon.</i> 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> 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> Despis'd? I shall<br /> +Remember this affront.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> 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> 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> He was <i>Arcadius</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> <i>Arcadius?</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> And are you sure hee's dead?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> Lives, Where?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Look here.<br /> +Am not I worth your knowledge?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> And his heart<br /> +Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say,<br /> +<i>Arcadius</i> 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> But Heaven permitted not I should dispose<br /> +What was ordain'd for thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers<br /> +Thaw it to any softness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> I'll fetch her, Sir, again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Perswade her not.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone,<br /> +A dangerous treason is a foot.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> What Treason?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> <i>Cassander</i>, and <i>Eubulus</i> have proclaim'd<br /> +Another King, whom they pretend to be<br /> +<i>Leonatus</i> your elder Brother, he that was,<br /> +But this morning prisoner in the Castle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Ha?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> 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> Lose no time then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> What means your Grace?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> Will you not, Sir, stand<br /> +Upon your guard?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> I'll stand upon my honor,<br /> +Mercy relieves me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> Will you lose the Kingdom?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> 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">Scæna Prima.</a></i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Philocles, <i>and</i> Lisander.</p> + +<p> +<i>Phi.</i> Heres a strange turne, <i>Lisander</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> 'Tis a Kingdom<br /> +Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith<br /> +Of multitudes?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> 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> 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> Does he not carry it bravely?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cos.</i> 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> Heaven alone<br /> +Works miracles, my Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lisa.</i> I think your Lordship<br /> +Had as little hope once to see these Princes<br /> +Revive.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Phi.</i> 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> The King.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> May it please.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> It will not please us otherwise, my Lord,<br /> +We have try'd your faith.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Does he not speak with confidence?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> 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> 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> May Heaven avert such danger.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> <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> 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> 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> How observ'd you that,<br /> +Mark how <i>Cassander's</i> Planet struck.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eu.</i> 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> 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> I said not so my Lord.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I'll have it thought so, hence. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit Messen.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> Good Sir hear me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> Who dares but think it?<br /> +Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield,<br /> +<i>Demetrius</i> must not live, my Lord your counsel,<br /> +What if he were in heaven?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> You have my consent,<br /> +You sha'not stay long after him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> <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> Hum; in my judgement, Sir,<br /> +That wonot do so well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> What's your opinion?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> He countermines my plot: are you so cunning.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> What's that you mutter; Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> I mutter, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> Best say I am no King, but some impostor<br /> +Rais'd up to gull the state.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> Me to prison?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> Off with his head.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> My head?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> Very well my Lord;<br /> +How are we bound to heaven for multiplying<br /> +These blessings on the Kingdom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> We allow it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Eub.</i> Counsel did never blast a Princes ear.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels,<br /> +<i>Nestorius</i> 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> I shall vex<br /> +Thy soul for this.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> Madam, the Princess <i>Sophia</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I hope my brother's well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> I hope so too, Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Do you but hope? he came to be your guest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I came to ask your pardon <i>Polidora</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I can be but penitent,<br /> +Unless you point me out some other way<br /> +To satisfie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Dear Madam, do not mock me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> <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> Whom do you mean?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> My brother.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> Has he made<br /> +Himself less capable by being King?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Of what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Of your affection.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> This does confirm my jealousie, my heart,<br /> +For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> Ha? my presaging fears.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> How does your grace?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Well, you were talking of <i>Lisimachus</i>,<br /> +Pray give me your opinion of him.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> He is black.<br /> +<br /> +<a name="p298_19" id="p298_19" class="fc"><i>P</i>[<i>o</i>]<i>l.</i></a> 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> His proportion exceeds not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> Both your looks,<br /> +And voice express some welcome accident.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Guess what in wish could make me fortunate<br /> +And heaven hath dropt that on <i>Demetrius</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> What means this extasie?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> '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> How's that!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Good Heaven forbid.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> 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> It but<br /> +Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom<br /> +In <i>Polidora</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> Me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> 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> Be not desperate, 'tis counsel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> You trouble me with noise, speak <i>Polidora</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> 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> 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> I'll say any thing here, <i>Lisimachus</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Dear brother hear him.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Lisimachus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> Brave young man,<br /> +Did you not hear him Brother?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> I am not minded.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> 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> I despise it,<br /> +What fate dares injure me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Yet hear me Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Forgive me <i>Polidora</i>, you are happy,<br /> +My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought<br /> +<i>Lisimachus</i> 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> 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> They will<br /> +Admit conditions.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> And allow us quarter. <span class="ralign">[<i>A shout within.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> We are all lost.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Be comforted.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antigonus.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ant.</i> News my Lord <i>Cassander</i> sent by the new King.<br /> +To bear us company.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> Not as prisoner?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> It cannot be.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Oh let me beg untill my knees take root<br /> +I' th' earth, Sir, can you pardon me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> For what?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> For Treason, desperate, most malicious Treason:<br /> +I have undone you Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> It does appear<br /> +You had a Will.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> It is not then our brother?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> How? an Impostor, what will become on's now?<br /> +We are at his mercy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> 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> You are too merciful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> Our enemy desires some parley, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> I'll wait upon you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> 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> And in death be blest<br /> +To find our charity. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> <i>Lisimachus.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Madam.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> They will not miss your presence, the small time<br /> +Is spent in asking of a question.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> I wait your pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Sir, I have a suit to you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> To me? it must be granted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> If you have<br /> +Cancell'd your kind opinion of me,<br /> +Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded<br /> +<i>Sophia</i> in your heart, I beg the name<br /> +Of your new Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> 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> 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> '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> 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> <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> 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> to discover first your brother.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> 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> They are here.<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> What means all this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> <i>Lisimachus</i>, be dear to us,<br /> +<i>Cassander</i>, you are welcome too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> All Love and Duty,<br /> +Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother<br /> +I am confirm'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> 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> <i>Sophia</i>, you appear sad, as if your Will<br /> +Gave no consent to this days happiness.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> No joy exceeds <i>Sophia's</i> for your self.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> 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> Another Mistriss?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> And does our Sister love <i>Lisimachus</i>?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sop.</i> Here's something would confess.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> He must not dare<br /> +To affront <i>Sophia</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Cas.</i> How my shame confounds me,<br /> +I beg your justice, without pity on<br /> +My age.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> May you live long and happy,<br /> +<i>Leonatus</i>, King of <i>Epire</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> But where's your other Mistriss?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Lis.</i> Even here, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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> 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> In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> You have deceiv'd her happily,<br /> +Joy to you both.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dem.</i> We are ripe for the same wishes,<br /> +<i>Polidora's</i> part of me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pol.</i> He all my blessing.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> Heaven pour full joys upon you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mac.</i> We are all blest,<br /> +There wants but one to fill your arms.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Leo.</i> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo <i>and</i> Viola.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> How shall he know it?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> Why do you think I can be false?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> No faith,<br /> +<a name="p310_15" id="p310_15" class="fc">You [h]ave</a> an honest face, but if you should—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> Here are company too.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Away,<br /> +Those powers that prosper true and honest loves<br /> +Will bless our undertakings.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> 'Tis my wish, Sir. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Rich. <i>and</i> Vio.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> '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> 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> 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> Are you yet resolv'd?<br /> +<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span> +<i>Mer.</i> Wou'd you would spare me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> By this light I cannot<br /> +By all that may be sworn by.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Speak, have I won you?—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant and Musician.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Mer.</i> You are not to be resisted.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> 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> Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Go in.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> I know this fellow.<br /> +Belong you to the house?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> I serve the Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> I thank you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> 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> Pray you Sir, excuse me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Silv.</i> By no means, Lady.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> We'll crown our liberal feast,<br /> +With some delightful strain fitting your love:<br /> +And this good company.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 'Tis fit freedom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Silv.</i> <i>Richardo</i> thou art dull—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Servant.</i></p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> I shall be lighter,<br /> +When I have had a heat.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Now Sir, the news?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> Where?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Complimenting who should first enter.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> What are they?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have +you never seen a Cat wash her face?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Serv.</i> 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> 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> It shall be so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Then let it be your pleasure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have<br /> +Fine sport anon.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> What are they?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Let her—what's she that leads the dance?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Serv.</i> A Gentlewoman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> I see that.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Serv.</i> Indeed?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> What?<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Serv.</i> A Gentlewoman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Serv.</i> My Mistriss.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> What else?<br /> +<br /> +<i>2 Serv.</i> My Mistriss, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 'Tis my wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Hum.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> How dost thou like her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Prethee be quiet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,<br /> +I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> You shall presently, the dance is done.<br /> +<br /> +<i>1 Serv.</i> Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> My <a name="p315_6" id="p315_6" class="fc">Husband's welcome</a> home, dear Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> <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 & Sil.</i> We are glad to see you here again.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Hidden from you I am sure,<br /> +My blood boils like a furnace,<br /> +She's a fare one.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,<br /> +Fitting my most especial friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> What this poor house may yield,<br /> +To make you welcome, dear Sir, command<br /> +Without more compliment.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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,——No, it must not be, why should +I be a <a name="p315_28" id="p315_28" class="fc">fool too——</a>Yet those eyes would tempt another +<i>Adam</i>, how they call to me, and tell me——S'foot, they +shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> How is't, Signior?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Crazie a little.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> What ail you, Sir?<br /> +What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> '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> Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> Well. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit manent</i>, Ant. Mar. <i>and</i> Mer.</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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— <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> Well you must have this wench then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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> Come, come, you talk, you talk.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> 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> Marry her? why, what should I do with her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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> What's the hour?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Twelve.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> There's no standing here, is not this the place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Will you drink but one quart then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> No more i'faith.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Content.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 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> No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Faith Sir, 'tis very late.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 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> Nay, if you love me, good <i>Uberto</i> goe,<br /> +I am monstrous hot with Wine.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 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> Of what Wine Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> 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> You shall, Sir. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> 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> Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise, +'tis midnight Gentlemen.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 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> I cannot drink it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> 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> 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?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the +Moon up yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> Where is she boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> There, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> We shall have rain and thunder, boy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> When Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> The Gentleman is Wine-wise.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> Drawer?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Here, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> Can you procure?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> What Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> Neither, in troth sir.]</a><br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> 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> It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst +marry, Why shouldst thou marry, tell me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> 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> I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you +not talke of wenches?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Boy, lend me your Candle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Why Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> 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> Whores, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sih.</i> I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with +your hogsheads?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any +time this three weeks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Silv.</i> 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> No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> <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> A bed, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> With whom?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> With my Master.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> 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> You are a merry Gentleman, there Sir, take hold.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Viola.</p> + +<p> +<i>Viola.</i> 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> Bless me! Whose that?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Pedro within.</i> Whoo!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber. within.</i> There Boyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> 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>—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawer <i>with a Torch</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Viol.</i> 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> Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Why Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> What say you, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Why Boy? Art thou drunk Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> What would you, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Why very good, Where are we?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> I, that's the point.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Why Sir, you will be at your Lodging presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> I'll go to no lodging Boy.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Whither will you go then, Sir?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> I'll go no farther.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> For Gods sake, Sir, do not stay here all night.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> No more I will not, Boy, lay me down, and rowle +me to a Whore.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> And me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> There spoke an—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Silvio.</i> Then set your foot to my foot, and up tailes all.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viola.</i> 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> What's that Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> 'Tis a Wench, Sir, pray Gentlemen come away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> O my dear love! How doest thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> <a name="p321_29" id="p321_29" class="fc">[My] sweet</a> heart? even as thou seest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Where's thy Wench?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> Where's this bed worme?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> Speak softly for the love of heaven.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> 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> Alas, What are you? or, What do you mean?<br /> +Sweet love, Where's the place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> Good God! What mean you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> I'll have the Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> If you can get her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> No, I'll lye with the Wench to night, and she shall be +yours to morrow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Let go the Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Let you go the Wench.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> O Gentlemen, as you had mothers!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> They had no mothers; they are the Sons of bitches.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> Let that be maintain'd.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Marry then.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> Oh bless me heaven!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> How many is there on's?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> About five.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> Why then lets fight three to three.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Content. <span class="ralign">[<i>Draw and fall down.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> 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> Where are these Cowards?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> There's the <a name="p322_19" id="p322_19" class="fc">W[h]ore</a>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> I never saw a drunken man before,<br /> +But these I think are so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Sil.</i> Oh!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> I mist you narrowly there.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viol.</i> 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> Where are they, Boy?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Make no such haste, Sir, they are no runners.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ub.</i> 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> My friend.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> Your friend? you lie.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> Stand further off, the watch, you are full of fleas.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Con.</i> Gentlemen, either be quiet, or we must make you quiet.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> Mr. Constable, lend me thy hand of Justice.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Const.</i> That I will Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> 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> Now you are up, Sir, Will you go to bed?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> I'll truckle here, Boy, give me another pillow.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> Will you stand up, and let me lay it on then?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Draw.</i> There hold him two of ye, now they are up, be going Mr. Constable.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> And this way, and that way, tom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Uber.</i> And here away, and there away, tom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Silv.</i> This is the right way, the others the wrong.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ped.</i> Th' others the wrong.<br /> +<br /> +<i>All.</i> Thou art over-long at the pot, tom, tom.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Lead valiantly, sweet Constable, whoop! ha Boyes.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Const.</i> This Wine hunts in their heads.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Give me the bill, for I'll be the Sergeant.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Const.</i> Look to him, Sirs.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Keep your Ranks, you Rascalls, keep your Ranks. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +</p> + + +<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury.</p> + +<p> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Who calls there?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Pray take the pains to rise and light a candle.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Presently.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Did you call?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Not to night, I hope, Sir,<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Good Sir to night, I would not have troubled you +else, pray let it be so.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Alas, Sir, my Master will be offended.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> That I have business? no I warrant ye.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Good Sir take your rest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Pray my good friend let me appoint my own rest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Then shew me the way out, I'll consider you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Good Lord, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> Onely the cause I rise for.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> What knaves are these? What do you want? why Sirrah?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Be gon at this time? that were a merry jest.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> If there be any mirth in't, make you use on't, but +I must go.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Why for loves sake?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 'Twill benefit your understanding nothing to know +the cause, pray go to bed, I'll trouble your Man only.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> Shee's here already; sweet heart: How say you by +this Gentleman? he would away at midnight.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> That I am sure he will not.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Indeed I must.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Could any man that had a back ask more! O me! +O me!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Now deal directly with me: Why should you go?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> If you be wise do not enquire the cause, 'twill trouble +you:<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Why? prithee why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 'Faith I would not have you know it, let me go, +'twill be far better for you.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Who's that, that knocks there? i'st not at the street +door?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ser.</i> Yes, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> As how?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Who are you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> My name is <i>Viola</i>, a Gentlewoman, that ill chance +hath distressed, you know my Father.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> It is not <i>Viola</i>, that's certain, she went home to her +Fathers, I am sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Via.</i> Will not you be so good to let me in?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Since you are so importunate, I'll tell you, I love +your Wife extreamly.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Very well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> And so well that I dare not stay.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Why?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Why, you may stay for all this, methinks.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Come, I dare try you, do the best you can.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Is there no way to stay you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> No, unless you will have me such a villain to you, +as all men shall spit at me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Do's she know you love her?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> No, I hope not, that were recompence fit for a +Rogue to render her.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> I thought this pill would make you sick.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> Why, What's the matter?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> There is a thing in hand.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Why? What thing?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> How?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> No, by my troth, Sir; he will not help me up sure.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> What a vengeance ailes he? How do you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> Yes faith, we two will be such friends, as the world +shall ring of.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> And why is all this?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> You shall enjoy my wife.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Away, away.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Have you thought of a place yet?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> A place?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> I have thought, and you shall hear from me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> '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> 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> 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> 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—<br /> +<br /> +<i>Tinck.</i> Well, we will have a Boy, prethee lets go, I am +vengeance cold I tell thee.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dorothy.</i> 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> Peace, you flead Whore, thou hast a mouth like +a Bloodhound, here comes a night-shade.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Dorit.</i> 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> Peace, I say.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Viola.</i> 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> 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> Knock out her brains, and then shee'll nee'r bite.</p> + +<p><i>Tinck.</i> Yes, I will knock her, but not yet, you? woman?</p> + +<p><i>Viol.</i> For Gods sake what are you?</p> + +<p><i>Tinck.</i> One of the groomes of your wardrobe, come, uncase, +uncase; byr Lady a good Kersey.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Pray do not hurt me, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall +cut your whistle.</p> + +<p><i>Viol.</i> Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable +as you can make me any way.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> That shall be try'd.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.</p> + +<p><i>Tink.</i> Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets <i>Doll</i>, there +may be birds.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 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> Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,<br /> +That by my truth I could live with you.</p> + +<p><i>Tin.</i> Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well +bloudded, I am for her, Theeves.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 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> 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> 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> Good Woman do not hurt me, I am sorry that I +have given any cause of anger.</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 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> By any thing you love best, good Sir, good Woman.</p> + +<p><i>Tin.</i> Why her Nose, <i>Dorothy</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Dor.</i> 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> 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> 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> Come, I must bind you, not a word, no crying.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Do what you will, indeed I will not cry.</p> + +<p><i>Tin.</i> 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> 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—<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Valerio.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> 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> H'ad a rude heart that did this.</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> Alas, this hour, and with cold and fear am almost +perisht.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> I cannot tell, I found no Christian to give me succor.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> Sir, All I am, you see.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> 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> If you would not have me enquire that, How do +you live then?</p> + +<p> +<i>Viol.</i> 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—<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> 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> Sir, I would serve—</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Who would'st thou serve? do not weep and tell +me.</p> + +<p><i>Viol.</i> Faith, Sir, even some good woman, and such a wife +if you be married, I do imagine yours.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> 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> Thou canst in a Chamber?</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> In a Chamber, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> 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> '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> I am the happier.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> My man shall make some shift to carry you behind +him, Can you ride well?</p> + +<p><i>Viola.</i> But I'll hold fast for catching of a fall.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> Sir, for this Gentleness, may Heaven requite you +tenfold.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> '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> 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> Now, Sir, Who would you speak with?</p> + +<p> +<i>Ant.</i> Where be thy Mastres Man? I would speak with her,<br /> +I have a Letter.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> Cannot I deliver it?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> No, by my trot, and fait, can'st thou not Man.</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> 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> 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> What's he wood speak with me?</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> A kill kenny ring, there he stands Madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> What would you have with me, friend?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> He has a Letter for other Women, Wilt thou read it.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> From whence?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> De Crosse creest from my Master.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> Who is your Master?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> I pray do you look.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> Do you know this fellow?</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> 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> 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—well now, What follows?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> Sweete Woman a Cree I am an Irish man.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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> Now will she send some Jewel, or some Letter, I +know her mind as well; I shall be famous.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> Take this Irish bawde here.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> How?</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> And kick him till his breeches and breech be of +one colour, a bright blew both.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> No, turn him, and kick him o't'other side, that's +well.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> O good waiting Man, I beseech thee good waiting +man, a pox fyre your Legs.</p> + +<p> +<i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> 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>Aquavitæ</i> Barrel, I will bounce you.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> 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> Wilt thou not let me go? I do not like this.</p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> Away with him.</p> + +<p><i>Servingman.</i> 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> And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have +done, make my Coach ready.</p> + +<p><i>Serving.</i> Yes forsooth. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit</i> Servingman <i>with</i> Antonio.</span></p> + +<p><i>Mar.</i> 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> 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> Good morrow Sir.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Rich.</i> Good morrow Gentlemen, shall we go drink agen?<br /> +I have my wits.</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> So have I, but they are unsetled ones, would I had +some porrige.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> I faith nor I.</p> + +<p><i>Ube.</i> I have a glimmering of some such thing.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> I know not who.</p> + +<p><i>Sil.</i> We <a name="p337_14" id="p337_14" class="fc">[were]</a> all apt enough.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> We drunk too much too lately.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> Is't flattery to tell you, you are mad?</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> Nay, good <i>Richardo</i> leave this wild talk, and send a +letter to her, I'll deliver it.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> '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> 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> Where?]</a></p> + +<p><i>Rich.</i> Where? where? speak quickly.</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> 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> And murthered her?</p> + +<p><i>Sil.</i> What aile you man?</p> + +<p><i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> 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> Alas good man!</p> + +<p> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> With all our hearts.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ric.</i> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mercury, <i>and</i> Servant.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> Who is it? can you tell?</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> By my troth, Sir, I know not, but +'tis a Gentlewoman.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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——<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Did not you send it?</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> This is strange.</p> + +<p> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> Your name is at it.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I +enquire?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> How now? What news? nay speak, for we must +know.</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he +has been.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Where?</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be +well with him.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Why?</p> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,<br /> +I cannot yet enquire.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,<br /> +What shall I do?</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him,<br /> +After this 3 years travel, come to this?</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> It is the rankest house in all the City, the most +cursed roguy Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> 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> So am I, O my dear Master!</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> Peace you great fool.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe, +and you keep not still, down you rogue.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee +all I have about me.</p> + +<p><i>Ser.</i> I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Here is five shillings Man.</p> + +<p><a name="p343_13" id="p343_13" class="fc"><i>Serv.</i></a> Here is a cudgel, a very good one.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter two Serving-men.</i></p> + +<p><i>2. Ser.</i> How now, What's the matter? Where's the +<i>Irishman</i>.</p> + +<p><i>1. Ser.</i> 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> Let him out, I must talk with him.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very +dry Man.</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my +friend.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Fate dost thou mean man.</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> Even a good tough halter.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> A halter? O hone!</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the +truth.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> No, fet I am not.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> 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> Sirrah, the truth on't is, you must with me to a +Justice. O <i>Roger, Roger</i>.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> Why, what's the matter <i>William</i>?</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> Heavy news <i>Roger</i>, heavy newes; god comfort us.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> What is't Man?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> No fet not.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> 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> Why how now Sirs? you will not murder me indeed.</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> Bless us <i>Roger</i>!</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Nay, I am no spirit.</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> How do you Sir, this is my very Master.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Why well enough yet, but you have a heavy foot of +your own; Where's my Wife.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> Alas poor sorrowful Gentlewoman, she thinks you +are dead, and has given o're house-keeping.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Whether is she gone then?</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> 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—</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> Why Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> Sir, Will you be still an <i>Irish-man</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Yes a while.</p> + +<p><i>2 Ser.</i> But your Worship will be beaten no more?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> No, I thank you <i>William</i>.</p> + +<p><i>1 Ser.</i> In truth, Sir, if it must be so, I'll do it better than a +stranger.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> It cannot be, that so much beauty, so much youth +and grace should have too much of love.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Pray what is love? for I am full of that I do not know.</p> + +<p> +<i>Val.</i> 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> 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> Yes, in some men.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> I know them not.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Why, there is love in me.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> There's charity I am sure towards me.</p> + +<p> +<i>Val.</i> 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> 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> But trust me, she does hate all handsomness.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> How fell you in love with such a creature?</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> I never lov'd her.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> And yet married her?</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> She was a rich one.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> And you swore I warrant you, she was a fair one then too.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Or believe me, I think I had not had her.</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> What will you do with me?</p> + +<p> +<i>Val.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Not to dissemble, or to mince the word,<br /> +'Tis Lust I wish indeed.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> With all my heart, and I thank you too, <i>Nan</i>.</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> Do you dwell here abouts?</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> No, would I did.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> <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—</p> + +<p><i>Madge.</i> 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> She laces close by the mass I warrant you, and so +does <i>Sue</i> too.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> I thank you for your gentleness, fair maids.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Drink agen pray thee.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> <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> 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> But mine is the most sumptuous one, that e'r I +saw.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> One favour you must do me more, for you are well +acquainted here.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> 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> 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> <i>Melvia.</i></p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow? +and make a merry-bush? that's nothing.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> I shall learn quickly.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> 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> 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> Yes.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> 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> I warrant you. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> + + + + +<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Pedro <i>and</i> Uberto, <i>severally</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> How now, any good news yet?</p> + +<p><i>Silvio.</i> Faith not any yet.</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> 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> When did you see <i>Richardo</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> I crost him twice to day.</p> + +<p><i>Sil.</i> 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> Yes.</p> + +<p><i>Sil.</i> Has <i>Richard</i> heard of this?</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have +another round.</p> + +<p><i>Sil.</i> If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,<br /> +I'll do the like.</p> + +<p><i>Ped.</i> 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> Sir, I did think 'twas you by all descriptions.</p> + +<p> +<i>Val.</i> '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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Will you then stay and eat with me?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> This is a strange affliction.<br /> +If you'll accept no greater courtesie, yet drink Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> Sir, I mean no ill by it.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Ric.</i> 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> Why Sir, what ail you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Now I thank you,<br /> +But what you do, do in a twinkling, Sir.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Val.</i> 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> 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> Yes forsooth, this is the maiden.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Come hither, wou'd you serve?</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> I hear of none yet, but a Gentlewoman.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman?</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> I know not, but such a one there is, he says.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Pray God he have not cast away himself<br /> +Upon some snout-fair piece, I do not like it.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> No sure, my Master has more discretion.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> <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> We will forsooth, I can tell you, my Mistriss is +a stirring woman.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest +cricket—</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> I will learn willingly, if that be all.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath +been?</p> + +<p><i>Madg.</i> Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are +born without noses.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> [<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> So <i>Richard</i> says, and sirrah, their feet stand in +their foreheads.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent +running heads then; do they speak as we do?</p> + +<p><i>Mag.</i> No, they never speak.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Are they cursend?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Mag.</i> No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they +are.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young +master is come home, were you never courted Sister?</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Alas, I know it not.</p> + +<p><i>Mag.</i> What is that courting, sirrah?</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> 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> Pray thee what is't?</p> + +<p><a name="p355_10" id="p355_10" class="fc"><i>Na</i>[<i>n</i>]</a>. 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> You fear right.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Moth.</i> She has fasted over long,<br /> +You shall have supper presently o'th' board.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> '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> 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> When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> An ill weed, Mother, will do so.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> <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> Nay, I can tell you, <i>Alexander</i> will do it, do you +read madcap still?</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> Sometimes forsooth.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> But faith Son, what Countreys have you travell'd?</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> And can you these tongues perfectly?</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> Of some a little, Mother.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Pray spout some <i>French</i> Son.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> <a name="p356_32" id="p356_32" class="fc">[Faith]</a> I would fain hear some <i>French</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> Good Sir, speak some <i>French</i> to my Mistriss.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> At your intreaty <i>Alexander</i>, I will, who shall I speak +to?</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> If your worship will do me the favour Sir, to me.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> <i>Mounseir</i>, <i>Poultron</i>, <i>Coukew</i>, <i>Cullione</i>, <i>Besay</i>, <i>Man cur</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> <i>Awe Mounseir.</i></p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> Did not <a name="p357_3" id="p357_3" class="fc">[you sweare]</a> right.</p> + +<p> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> You shall have your supper presently, my sweet +Son.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> 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> Who wou'd you speak with, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> Sir, cannot I deliver 'em? for the truth is, she's +ill, and in her chamber.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Pray pardon me, I must needs speak with her, my +business is so weighty.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> I'll tell her so, and bring you present word.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> Yes forsooth Mistriss.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> What good news hast thou brought me gentle Post?<br /> +For I have woe and grief too much already.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> I have brought a Letter from your servant, Mistriss, +in haste.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Pray give it me, I hope the best still.</p> + +<p> +<i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your +rest, and wait your pleasure.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid +him come to me presently.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Who, Mr. <i>Mercury</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Do you know him, Post?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> Prethee no more, I know all this already.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> 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> I'll make thee have more care.</p> + +<p><i>Viola.</i> Good Mistriss pardon me.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Thou'lt ne'r be good I warrant thee, can your fine +fingers hold no faster?</p> + +<p><i>Viola.</i> Indeed it was against my will.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> <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> No truly, this will ne'er be mended.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> I pray forgive me, and let me have no wages this +first quarter.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> She's somewhat simple indeed, she knew not what a +kimnel was, she wants good nurture mightily.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> I have done another fault, I beseech you sweet +Mistriss forgive me.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> What's the matter?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> Get thee out of my house, thou filthy destroying +Harlot, thou, I'll not keep thee an hour longer.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> 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> No I warrant thee, out of my doors.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Indeed I'll mend, I pray speak you for me.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> 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> 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> 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> Thou't spoil ten times as much, I'll cudgel thee +out of my doors.</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> I am assur'd you are more merciful,<br /> +Than thus to beat me and discharge me too.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Dost thou dispute with me, <i>Alexander</i> carry the +prating hilding forth.</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> Will you?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> Yes, I am going.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Wife.</i> Then remember your promise you made to marry me.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Justice and</i> Curio <i>with a Paper</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Birlady Sir, you have rid hard that you have.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> They that have business, must do so, I take it.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> You say true, when set you out my friend?</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> 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> 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> I believe that, Sir, but will it please you to read +the business?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> Would I could too Sir, for my haste requires it.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Whence comes it do you say?</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> Sir from the City.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.</p> + +<p> +<i>Curio.</i> 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> And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,<br /> +Discreet and upright.<br /> +</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.</p> + +<p> +<i>Just.</i> 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> 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> And now I have consider'd, I believe it.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> What Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> That he was murdered.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> Did you know him?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> No.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> Nor how it is suppos'd.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> Because the Letter is addrest to you, being the +nearest Justice.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> The nearest? is that all?</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> I think it be Sir, I would be loth you should be +the wisest.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> Sir, it is not my fault, for had I known you +sooner—</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> I thank you Sir, I know it.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> 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> And further, they have specified unto me, his +Wife is sorely suspected in this matter, as a main cause. +</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> I think she be Sir, for no other cause can be yet +found.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> I knew all this before.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> Then you know where to have him, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> I do Sir, he dwells near me.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> I doubt your Worship dwels near a knave then.</p> + +<p> +<i>Just.</i> 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> It may be so, but will it please you to proceed in this?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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—</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> But Sir, you have forgot my business.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> May I crave what you are?</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> 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> 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> So near the night she could not wander far;<br /> +Fair <i>Viola</i>!<br /> +<br /> +<i>Val.</i> It is in vain to call, she sought a house<br /> +Without all question.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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>,—<br /> +And such a place,<br /> +You should have chose—<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> Whither?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> Over all the world.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Val.</i> No by my faith, I'll make a shorter journey<br /> +When I do travel.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> But there's no hope<br /> +To gain my end in any shorter way.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Val.</i> Why, what's your end?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 'Twere not so hard to find out those.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> 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—<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> That last is she, 'tis she.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> Wenches away, for here are men.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> Fair maid, I pray you stay.</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Alas, agen?</p> + +<p><i>Rich.</i> Why do you lay hold on her? I pray heartily let her go.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> With all my heart, I do not mean to hurt her.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> I know that voice and face.</p> + +<p><i>Val.</i> 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> Wilt thou go milk? come.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> Why dost not come?</p> + +<p><i>Madge.</i> She nods, she's asleep.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> What wert up so early?</p> + +<p><i>Madge.</i> 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> And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.</p> + +<p><i>Rich.</i> Come thither? you are a fool.</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> And you a knave and a beast that you are.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,<br /> +I warrant, how dost thou?<br /> +<br /> +<i>Vio.</i> Why? well.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Madge.</i> Art thou able to go?<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span><br /> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt +me.</p> + +<p><i>Madge.</i> Come then <i>Nan</i>. <span class="ralign">[<i>Exeunt Maids.</i></span></p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> '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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> 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> How dost thou now?</p> + +<p><i>Vio.</i> Why, very well I thank you, 'tis late, shall I haste home?</p> + +<p><i>Nan.</i> I prethee we shall be shent soundly.</p> + +<p><i>Madge.</i> Why does that railing man goe with us?</p> + +<p> +<i>Vio.</i> 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> 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> How now <i>Alexander</i>, what Gentleman is this?</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> 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> <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> So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as +she had made her self.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> What stature was your child of, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>And.</i> 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> This is still <i>Melvia</i>, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> It may be so, I'll promise you.</p> + +<p><i>Alex.</i> 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> But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and +Jewels?</p> + +<p><i>And.</i> She was something bold indeed, to take such things +that night she left me.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Then belike she run away?</p> + +<p><i>And.</i> Though she be one I love, I dare not lye, she did +indeed.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> What think you of this Jewel?</p> + +<p><i>And.</i> 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> 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> 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> 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> <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> 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> 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> 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> By your leave forsooth, you shall see me find the +parties by a slight.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Who's that, Mr. Justice? how do you, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Why, very well, and busie, where's your Son?</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> He's within, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Hum, and how does the young woman my Cosin, +that came down with him.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> She's above, as a woman in her case may be.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> To discover? what?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Mark <i>and Officers</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> For what.</p> + +<p> +<i>Just.</i> 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> He can accuse my Son of nothing, he came from +travel but within these two days.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> There hangs a tale.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> Upon suspition of murther.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Murther? I defie thee.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> I pray God he may prove himself innocent.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> By this rule you were best hang your self.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> Why do you pull me so? I'll go alone.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they +are examin'd?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> What will you examine us of?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Of <i>Antonio's</i> murther.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> Why, he was my friend.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> He was my Husband.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> The more shame for you both; <i>Mark</i>, your Pen +and Ink.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> 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> Gentlewoman, hold you content, I would it were +come to that!</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> Is your paper ready?</p> + +<p><i>Mark.</i> I am ready, Sir.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Antonio.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> 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> My Cosin <i>Curio</i>?</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> 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> 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> No Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the +better for you.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> 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> I say no such thing.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Write it down I say, we'll try that.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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—</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my +Husband lives, I know it, and I see him.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> No, as I hope for mercy.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> But are not those circumstances true, that this +Gentleman hath so shortly and methodically deliver'd?</p> + +<p> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> No, an't been better for you too, and you had +never known him.</p> + +<p> +<i>Wife.</i> 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> And I will quit thy kindness.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> 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> You shall see them time enough I warrant you, but +Letters you say you had, where are those Letters?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Sir, they are gone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span></p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Gone? whither are they gone?<br /> +How have you dispos'd of 'em?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Why Sir, they are for womens matters, and so I +use 'em.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Who writ 'em?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> A man of mine.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Who brought 'em?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> A Post.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> A Post? there is some great haste sure, aha, where +is that Post?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Sir, there he stands..</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> 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> What's that to you?</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll +have one from you.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> 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> 'Tis <i>Antonio</i>, I know him now as well; what an +irregular fool is this!</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Whip me? hold off.</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> 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> Whip him I say.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Who is't dares whip me now?</p> + +<p><i>Wife.</i> Oh my lov'd Husband.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> My most worthy friend? where have you been so +long?</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> I cannot speak for joy.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> Why, what's the matter now, and shall not Law +then have her course?</p> + +<p><i>Andra.</i> 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> 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> 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> <i>Mark</i>, if we can have nothing to do, you shall swear +the peace of some body.</p> + +<p><i>Mark.</i> Yes Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> Cosin <i>Curio</i>, you and I must be better acquainted.</p> + +<p><i>Cur.</i> It is my wish, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Ant.</i> 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> I would be ever so.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter</i> Richardo <i>and</i> Viola.</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> Look you, who's there.</p> + +<p><i>And.</i> Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.</p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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> 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> No truly Sir, they have broke prison.</p> + +<p><i>Just.</i> '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> 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> <i>Mark</i>, up with your papers, away.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> 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> With all my heart.</p> + +<p><i>Mer.</i> Go, Gentlemen, go in.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span></p> + +<p> +<i>Rich.</i> 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, &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 versâ</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> <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> B] <i>Mar.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p3_36">l. 36.</a> 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> 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> 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> A] have I<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>8</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p8_5">l. 5.</a> A] up rowse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p8_7">l. 7.</a> 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> B] Wonting<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>11</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p11_19">l. 19.</a> A] 'Cheere</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p11_35">l. 35.</a> 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> A] home at<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>14</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p14_13">l. 13.</a> A] Spinala's<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>15</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_20">l. 20.</a> B] saying from</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_23">l. 23.</a> B] list, lie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_29">l. 29.</a> B] as' tfol wols</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p15_34">l. 34.</a> 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> B] accept</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p16_32">l. 32.</a> A] i'ld<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>18</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p18_20">l. 20.</a> 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> A] all thy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p19_23">l. 23.</a> A] Jewry<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>20</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_1">l. 1.</a> A <i>and</i> B] shall believe</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_9">l. 9.</a> B] speed?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p20_18">l. 18.</a> B] so.<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>21</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p21_13">l. 13.</a> B] you<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>22</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p22_3">l. 3.</a> B] Stranger, than<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>23</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p23_26">l. 26.</a> 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> B] him.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p24_10">l. 10.</a> B] it;<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>25</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p25_14">l. 14.</a> 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> B] selves<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>27</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p27_26">l. 26.</a> B <i>omits</i>] most</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p27_27">l. 27.</a> B] Coughs.<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>28</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p28_10">l. 10.</a> A] doe th'em</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p28_21">l. 21.</a> A] Found<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>29</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p29_32">l. 32.</a> B] <i>Bow.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p29_35">l. 35.</a> 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> B] <i>Row.</i> Thou</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_19">l. 19.</a> B] be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_34">l. 34.</a> B] <i>Raw.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p30_39">l. 39.</a> 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> B] aad<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>33</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p33_5">l. 5.</a> B] Godheads</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p33_40">l. 40.</a> 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> 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> B] Heaven</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p35_16">l. 16.</a> B] the Kingdom</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p35_22">ll. 22-36.</a> <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> 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> B <i>omits</i>] then</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p37_22">l. 22.</a> A] I lie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p37_40">l. 40.</a> 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> B] Dary</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p38_30">ll. 30, 31.</a> <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> A <i>and</i> B] importun'd.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p39_24">l. 24.</a> B] down the</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p39_29">l. 29.</a> B] commanded<br /></span> +</p> + + +<p>p. <b>40</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p40_1">l. 1.</a> B] <i>Petro.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p40_17">l. 17.</a> B] Mistresses<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>41</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p41_4">l. 4.</a> 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> 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> B] <i>Jac.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p43_31">l. 31.</a> B] Payers<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>44</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_7">l. 7.</a> B] <i>Jac.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_10">l. 10.</a> A] Bagget</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_12">l. 12.</a> A] a sober</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p44_31">l. 31.</a> 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> B] pains<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>46</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p46_34">l. 34.</a> A] plush, perfum'd, and purffle B] purffle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p46_38">l. 38.</a> B] hangings.</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>47</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p47_31">l. 31.</a> A <i>omits</i>] you</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p47_36">l. 36.</a> A] built<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>50</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p50_7">l. 7.</a> A] love too</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p50_31">l. 31.</a> 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> 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> A] Heaven<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>56</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p56_14">l. 14.</a> 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> A] dunhill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p57_8">l. 8.</a> B] two</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p57_33">l. 33.</a> A] get dozen<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>58</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p58_1">l. 1.</a> B] would</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p58_6">l. 6.</a> B] Eeel<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>61</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p61_24">l. 24.</a> A] these<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>62</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_34">l. 34.</a> B] Maid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_39">l. 39.</a> B <i>omits bracket</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p62_40">l. 40.</a> A] dogge-latch<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>66</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p66_11">l. 11.</a> B] pounds<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>67</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p67_34">l. 34.</a> 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> 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> A] by-lowes</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p69_19">l. 19.</a> A] can hate</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p69_26">l. 26.</a> 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> 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> B] Woman.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p71_24">l. 24.</a> B] 'cut<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>72</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p72_26">l. 26.</a> B] signs.<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>73</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p73_6">l. 6.</a> B] <i>Petrn</i>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p73_29">l. 29.</a> A] morall<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>75</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p75_15">l. 15.</a> A] new adventure</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p75_16">l. 16.</a> A] us nothing<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>76</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p76_9">l. 9.</a> 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> A] Ha's<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>79</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p79_34">l. 34.</a> 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> B] pettish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p80_23">l. 23.</a> 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> 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> B] come, exceed<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>85</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p85_28">l. 28.</a> B] Fadding</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p85_31">l. 31.</a> A] seagly<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>86</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p86_12">l. 12.</a> B] same.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p86_37">l. 37.</a> A] had his<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>89</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_6">l. 6.</a> A] home since, since ye</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_15">l. 15.</a> A] thy bread</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_16">l. 16.</a> A] thy teeth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_33">l. 33.</a> B] <i>Petro</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p89_36">l. 36.</a> 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> 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> B] find.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_12">l. 12.</a> B] surprize.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p92_24">l. 24.</a> B] tightly</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>93</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p93_35">l. 35.</a> 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> B] since</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>95</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p95_14">l. 14.</a> A] 'is a</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>98</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p98_18">l. 18.</a> A] a tenant</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>100</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p100_24">l. 24.</a> B] And</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">ll. <a href="#p100_28">28</a>, <a href="#p100_29">29.</a> 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> A] Let my</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>103</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p103_9">l. 9.</a> A] There they should lye as miseries</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p103_13">l. 13.</a> B] will</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>104</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p104_2">l. 2.</a> B] this</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p104_14">l. 14.</a> A] accept your prisoner</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>105</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p105_31">l. 31.</a> A] Clod with</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>107</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p107_20">l. 20.</a> 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> 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> A] holds my</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>110</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p110_10">l. 10.</a> B] men do to</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>111</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p111_6">l. 6.</a> B] begun</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p111_30">l. 30.</a> 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> B] Merchans</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>114</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p114_33">l. 33.</a> B] <i>Then.</i></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>116</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p116_34">l. 34.</a> B] Body, oh me</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>117</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_2">l. 2.</a> B] rhese</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>118</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p118_37">l. 37.</a> B] preparation?</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>122</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p122_17">l. 17.</a> B] Princess</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>123</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p123_21">l. 21.</a> A <i>omits</i>] him</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p123_33">l. 33.</a> B] woman</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>124</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p124_23">l. 23.</a> B] Aud</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>125</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p125_5">l. 5.</a> A] you</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>126</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p126_8">l. 8.</a> B] kinsman.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p126_14">l. 14.</a> A] wert</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>127</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_2">l. 2.</a> B] dare</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_24">l. 24.</a> B] followers.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p127_37">l. 37.</a> A] have you</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>128</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_8">l. 8.</a> A] Princesse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_13">l. 13.</a> B] <i>Pyu.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_20">l. 20.</a> B] Love these</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p128_28">l. 28.</a> A] feates</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>129</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p129_32">l. 32.</a> B] enconragement</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>130</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p130_25">l. 25.</a> B] <i>Pen.</i></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>131</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p131_13">l. 13.</a> A] Is love</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p131_33">l. 33.</a> 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> 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> A] Princesse</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>136</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p136_28">l. 28.</a> B] hope no night</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>138</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p138_40">l. 40.</a> A] complaine, me</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>143</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p143_30">l. 30.</a> A] And then</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>144</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p144_12">l. 12.</a> A <i>omits</i>] is</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p144_20">l. 20.</a> A] Now I</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>145</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p145_35">l. 35.</a> A] toward</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>146</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p146_27">l. 27.</a> B] Island</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>147</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p147_1">l. 1.</a> B] dance.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p147_20">l. 20.</a> A] Plow</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>148</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p148_16">l. 16.</a> A] And may</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p148_33">l. 33.</a> B] endeavour;</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>149</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p149_12">l. 12.</a> A] hide in iniquities</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p149_18">l. 18.</a> 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> A] <i>Emanuel</i>—not—</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>151</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p151_12">l. 12.</a> B] Armusia.</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>152</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_6">l. 6.</a> A] with'm</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_10">l. 10.</a> B] honourably</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p152_27">l. 27.</a> 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> A] wils</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>154</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p154_1">l. 1.</a> A] you</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>155</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p155_7">l. 7.</a> B] knowledge;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 8. <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> A] doe performe</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>157</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p157_25">l. 25.</a> A] bound to?</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>158</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p158_2">l. 2.</a> A] plague 'a</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p158_26">l. 26.</a> A] stinch</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>159</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p159_10">l. 10.</a> 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> 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> 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> B] you</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>163</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p163_31">l. 31.</a> 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> B] you</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>165</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p165_11">l. 11.</a> A] his arrant</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>168</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p168_25">l. 25.</a> B] thakful</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p168_26">l. 26.</a> B] Dios</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>170</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p170_17">l. 17.</a> 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> pleasures<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>96</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p96_6">l. 6.</a> 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> <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> your countrey<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>105</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p105_31">l. 31.</a> Clad<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>106</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p106_34">l. 34.</a> next to nothing<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>108</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p108_18">l. 18.</a> 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. <i>Re-written</i> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>117</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_29">l. 29.</a> without courage</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p117_35">l. 35.</a> boyish brains out<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>140</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p140_24">l. 24.</a> to tax<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>pp. <b><a href="#Page_164">164</a>, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></b>. <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> <i>Not in</i> A <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> B] Lougueville<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>172</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p172_2">l. 2.</a> B] aud</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p172_31">l. 31.</a> B] ro<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>173</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_8">l. 8.</a> A] you be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_16">l. 16.</a> A] preacht</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p173_30">l. 30.</a> A] travaile<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>174</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p174_8">l. 8.</a> A] lights ... makes<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>175</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p175_38">l. 38.</a> B] worthy<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>176</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p176_19">l. 19.</a> B] upbraid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p176_39">l. 39.</a> 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> A] not, in<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>178</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p178_20">l. 20.</a> B] he</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p178_25">l. 25.</a> A] looks<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>179</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p179_2">l. 2.</a> 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> A] mine still, when</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p184_15">l. 15.</a> A] trojan purple<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>185</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p185_11">l. 11.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i><br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>186</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p186_18">ll. 18, 19.</a> A] 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> B] mighty</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p187_3">l. 3.</a> 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> 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> 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> A] do your<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>199</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p199_4">l. 4.</a> B <i>omits</i>] are</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p199_17">l. 17.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i><br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>200</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p200_24">l. 24.</a> A] for me<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>202</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p202_36">l. 36.</a> B] Wake<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>203</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p203_20">l. 20.</a> B] you<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>209</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p209_31">l. 31.</a> 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> A] Meron<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>212</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p212_8">l. 8.</a> A] thy Duke</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p212_29">l. 29.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna 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> A] ready husband<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>214</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_5">l. 5.</a> B] you?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_14">l. 14.</a> A] post horse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p214_16">l. 16.</a> 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> A] innumerall</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p215_21">l. 21.</a> A] you'r<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>217</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p217_19">l. 19.</a> A <i>omits</i>] sword</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p217_30">l. 30.</a> B] defend<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>218</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p218_16">l. 16.</a> A] see thy<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>221</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p221_33">l. 33.</a> A] my soule<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>222</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p222_8">l. 8.</a> B] you<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>223</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_29">l. 29.</a> A] full, being in</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_30">l. 30.</a> B] would</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p223_33">l. 33.</a> B] mads<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>224</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p224_7">l. 7.</a> B] leasure.<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>226</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_25">l. 25.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_28">l. 28.</a> B <i>omits</i>] and</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p226_36">l. 36.</a> 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> A] those</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p228_36">l. 36.</a> 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> B] I am</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_9">l. 9.</a> A] Nor shall you</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_19">l. 19.</a> B] Lorgue</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p229_22">l. 22.</a> 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> B] you</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p230_13">l. 13.</a> 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> A] Disgraced</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p231_33">l. 33.</a> 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> A] them? B] 'em?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p232_34">l. 34.</a> 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> B] assures<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>237</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p237_29">l. 29.</a> <i>So, both in</i> A <i>and</i> B</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p237_41">l. 41.</a> B] appose<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>239</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p239_17">l. 17.</a> 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> A] The Actors Names.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_24">l. 24.</a> A] The Prologue</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_26">l. 26.</a> B] a Corporation day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p240_36">l. 36.</a> B] in</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>241</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_3">l. 3.</a> B] Temple</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_16">l. 16.</a> B] Prologue too?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p241_29">l. 29.</a> A. <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i><br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>244</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p244_10">l. 10.</a> A] <i>Macarius</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p244_21">l. 21.</a> B] Prince?<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>246</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p246_28">l. 28.</a> B] it<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>247</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p247_30">l. 30.</a> B] obsolute<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>249</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p249_19">l. 19.</a> B] he</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p249_37">l. 37.</a> B] Ketch<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>250</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p250_28">l. 28.</a> 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> B] commonl<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>252</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p252_6">l. 6.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i><br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>254</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 29. <a href="#p254_29b">B]</a> court, with <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> A] gives</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p256_9">l. 9.</a> B] hot</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p256_19">l. 19.</a> A] should<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>257</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p257_19">l. 19.</a> B] <i>Are.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p257_28">l. 28.</a> 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> 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> B] forget<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>261</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p261_34">l. 34.</a> B] immatrial<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>262</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p262_5">l. 5.</a> A <i>omits</i>] the</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p262_7">l. 7.</a> B] purpose.<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>263</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p263_23">l. 23.</a> B] that purpose to make you so</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p263_31">l. 31.</a> B] tho<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>264</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p264_34">l. 34.</a> B] me.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p264_38">l. 38.</a> 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> 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> A <i>gives this line to</i>] <i>Phi.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_6">l. 6.</a> A <i>gives this line to</i>] <i>Lisa.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_12">l. 12.</a> B] Qeeen</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p267_14">l. 14.</a> 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> B] minure<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>273</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p273_7">l. 7.</a> B] failty<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>274</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p274_11">l. 11.</a> A] there is</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p274_23">l. 23.</a> 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> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p276_37">l. 37.</a> B] or<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>278</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p278_27">l. 27.</a> 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> B] 'ill<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>285</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p285_10">l. 10.</a> 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> B] Wiliow<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>287</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p287_9">l. 9.</a> 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> A] bove all<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>292</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p292_1">l. 1.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Scæna Prima.</i><br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>293</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p293_31">l. 31.</a> B] We<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>294</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p294_18">l. 18.</a> B] Protestor</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p294_37">l. 37.</a> B] work<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>296</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p296_24">l. 24.</a> A] to it</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p296_25">l. 25.</a> A] doe it<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>297</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p297_5">l. 5.</a> B] There's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p297_9">l. 9.</a> B] punish<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>298</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p298_19">l. 19.</a> 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> A <i>omits</i>] In</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p299_5">l. 5.</a> B] there's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p299_9">l. 9.</a> 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> A] doe<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>302</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">l. 18. <a href="#p302_18a">A]</a> <i>Eubulus</i> <a href="#p302_18b">B]</a> <i>Etxi</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p302_20">l. 20.</a> 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> 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> 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> B] two<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>306</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_5">l. 5.</a> B] <i>Sis.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_28">l. 28.</a> A] The Epilogue</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p306_34">l. 34.</a> 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> <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> A] The Prologue</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p309_13">l. 13.</a> A] the<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>310</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p310_15">l. 15.</a> B] You'ave<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>311</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p311_1">l. 1.</a> A] Be<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>313</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p313_27">l. 27.</a> 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> B] mouths my</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p314_18">l. 18.</a> 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> 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> A] Husband will come</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p315_9">l. 9.</a> A] I had you had</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p315_28">l. 28.</a> A] foole to—<br /></span> +</p> + + +<p>p. <b>316</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_10">l. 10.</a> A <i>omits</i>] <i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_18">l. 18.</a> A] so their</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_20">l. 20.</a> B] mad</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_23">l. 23.</a> B] her? her?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p316_25">l. 25.</a> 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> A] be sure</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p317_30">l. 30.</a> B] heaven<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>319</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_21">l. 21.</a> <i>Omitted in</i> B</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_22">l. 22.</a> A] no jugling</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p319_31">l. 31.</a> 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> B] she<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>321</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p321_29">l. 29.</a> B] Faith sweet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p321_38">l. 38.</a> B] thee<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>322</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p322_18">l. 18.</a> B <i>adds</i>] <i>Exit.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p322_19">l. 19.</a> B] Wore<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>323</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p323_3">l. 3.</a> B] Y'cannot</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p323_25">l. 25.</a> 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> 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> B] <i>hed</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p325_10">l. 10.</a> A] your towne<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>327</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p327_11">l. 11.</a> B] will</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p327_38">l. 38.</a> B] Heaven<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>328</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p328_3">l. 3.</a> B] I'll<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>329</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_2">l. 2.</a> B] better</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_6">l. 6.</a> B] ventures</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_12">l. 12.</a> A] excepted, ever</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p329_31">l. 31.</a> A] an humour<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>331</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_7">l. 7.</a> B] tell thee</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_12">l. 12.</a> B <i>omits</i>] and</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_20">l. 20.</a> A] hang</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_26">l. 26.</a> B] Heaven</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p331_30">l. 30.</a> A] I am</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>337</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p337_14">l. 14.</a> B] are</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p337_22">l. 22.</a> B] Heaven<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>338</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_29">l. 29.</a> A <i>omits</i>] Andrugio <i>and</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_31">l. 31.</a> B <i>omits this line</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p338_34">l. 34.</a> 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> B] if any<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>342</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p342_3">l. 3.</a> A] purpose<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>343</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p343_13">l. 13.</a> 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> 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> A] world is<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>347</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p347_4">l. 4.</a> B] too</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p347_15">l. 15.</a> 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> A] antowardst</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p348_26">l. 26.</a> A] do<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>349</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p349_2">l. 2.</a> A] and pretious<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>350</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_5">l. 5.</a> A] a gods</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_11">l. 11.</a> A] a tipling ... an'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_12">l. 12.</a> B] please</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_15">l. 15.</a> B <i>omits</i>] night?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p350_33">l. 33.</a> B] Heavens<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>351</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p351_21">l. 21.</a> B] now</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p351_40">l. 40.</a> A] thou art<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>352</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p352_33">l. 33.</a> B] impotunate<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>353</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_3">l. 3.</a> A] <i>Exeunt.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_7">l. 7.</a> A] How injuringly</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_10">l. 10.</a> A] shalt</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_19">l. 19.</a> B] work withal</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p353_20">l. 20.</a> A] goe too</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>354</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_13">l. 13.</a> B] We'll</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_24">l. 24.</a> B] should</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p354_33">l. 33.</a> 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> B] <i>Nay.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p355_14">l. 14.</a> A <i>omits</i>] have</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p355_33">l. 33.</a> B] Genlewoman<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>356</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_18">l. 18.</a> B <i>omits</i>] me</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_32">l. 32.</a> B <i>omits</i>] Faith</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p356_39">l. 39.</a> B] blessing on<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>357</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_1">l. 1.</a> B] awkeward</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_3">l. 3.</a> B] I answer</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_10">l. 10.</a> ? visit yon</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p357_21">l. 21.</a> B] dispach'd<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>358</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_1">l. 1.</a> B] <i>Antouio</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_6">l. 6.</a> A] beshrow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_19">l. 19.</a> B <i>omits</i>] a</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p358_38">l. 38.</a> B] and and<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>359</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p359_21">l. 21.</a> A <i>omits</i>] I</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p359_32">l. 32.</a> 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> 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> 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> A] read an I</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p363_32">l. 32.</a> 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> B] for my<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>365</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p365_21">l. 21.</a> 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> A] a meere</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p366_35">l. 35.</a> A] no Inches<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>368</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_18">l. 18.</a> B] goodbwy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_19">l. 19.</a> B] oou</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_25">l. 25.</a> B] come come</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_26">l. 26.</a> A] yes body</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p368_32">l. 32.</a> B] her her</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>369</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_4">l. 4.</a> A] with you</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_12">l. 12.</a> A] too mocke me to,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_14">l. 14.</a> B] heaven</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p369_31">l. 31.</a> A] carry now</span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>370</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_4">l. 4.</a> B] you'll</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_12">l. 12.</a> B] heavens</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p370_27">l. 27.</a> 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> 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> B] see</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p372_9">l. 9.</a> A] paid, for you</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p372_37">l. 37.</a> B] I<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>374</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p374_24">l. 24.</a> B] frivilous</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p374_37">l. 37.</a> B] circmstances<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>375</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p375_26">l. 26.</a> B] kindess<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>376</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p376_37">l. 37.</a> B] heve<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>377</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p377_4">l. 4.</a> B <i>omits</i>] a</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p377_30">l. 30.</a> B] rhe<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>p. <b>378</b>,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><a href="#p378_9">l. 9.</a> 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> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (8 of 10), by +Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER'S WORKS *** + +***** This file should be named 35303-h.htm or 35303-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/5/3/0/35303/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + 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