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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45357 ***</div>
<h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Mermaid Series. Edited by H. Ellis. The
best plays of the old dramatists. Thomas Dekker. Edited, with an
introduction and notes by Ernest Rhys., by Thomas Dekker, Edited by Ernest
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>


<p class="break p2 center x-large">
<i>THE MERMAID SERIES.</i></p>

<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Edited by Havelock Ellis.</span></p>

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<p class="p2 center"><i><span class="smcap">The Best Plays of the Old Dramatists.</span></i></p>

<p class="center x-large"><span class="smcap">Thomas Dekker.</span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p>




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THOMAS DEKKER</h1>

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<span class="i0">So nimble, and so full of subtle flame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if that every one from whence they came<br /></span>
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<span class="i0">And had resolved to live a fool the rest<br /></span>
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<tr><td><span class="smcap">Thomas Dekker</span></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_vii">vii</a></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Shoemaker’s Holiday</span></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Honest Whore.</span>&mdash;Part the First</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Honest Whore.</span>&mdash;Part the Second</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Old Fortunatus</span></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Witch of Edmonton</span></td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_387">387</a></td></tr>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p>

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<h2 class="nobreak">THOMAS DEKKER.</h2>


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<p class="drop-capi"><span class="smcap">In</span> Henslowe’s Diary, among the
curious items which Alleyn’s
fellow manager in the Fortune
and other theatres set down
concerning his transactions in
the plays of the time, the name
of a certain “Mr. Dickers,” will
be found under date 8th of January, 1597. In
this way, the adventure of Thomas Dekker into
the precarious field of dramatic authorship is
first recorded for us. The entry refers to some
twenty shillings “lent unto Thomas Dowton”
to buy a book of Dekker’s, no doubt the MS.
of some play written by him, the name of
which, however, is not given. A week later, a
second entry notes again a disbursement, this time
of four pounds, also for a book of his “called
Fayeton” (Phaeton), possibly a further part of the
same work. The third entry referring to him is
ominous: “Lent unto the companey, the 4 of
febreary 1598, to disecharge Mr. Dicker owt of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>
cownter in the powltrey, the some of fortie shillings.
I saye dd to Thomas Dowton ... xxxx<sup>s</sup>.”
In the sorry indication of these three entries,
showing first the promising emergence of the young
playwright, and then immediately the coming of
disaster upon him, and his being lodged for debt
in “the Counter in the Poultry,” we have at once
the key to Dekker’s career. Dekker, perhaps the
most original and most striking figure among
the lesser known men of that brilliant array which
follows Marlowe, is at the same time one of the
most unfortunate in his life and its artistic outcome,
judged by the standard of his own genius.
It was as if Fortune, to take a figure from his own
play, having first presented him with the gift
which, as a poet of the time, he most desired,&mdash;the
playwright’s great opportunity, then turned upon
him, and said,&mdash;</p>

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<span class="i0">“But now go dwell with cares, and quickly die.”<br /></span>
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<p>If, however, he lived with cares, he laughed at
them, and he was too strong to let them kill him
outright. But, nevertheless, there they were;
they never perhaps quite upset that undaunted
good-humour of his, but they defeated him as an
artist, they allied themselves insidiously with his
own natural weaknesses to defeat the consummation
of a really great poetic faculty.</p>

<p>Dekker, however, is one of those authors whose
personal effect tends to outgo the purely artistic
one. He has the rare gift of putting heart into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span>
everything he says, and because of this abounding
heartiness of his, it is hard to measure him by the
absolute standards of criticism. Indeed, after
the endless shortcomings and disappointments
of his verse and prose have been estimated and
written against him, he remains, after all has been set
down, still the same lovable, elusive being, a man
of genius, a child of nature. For this reason, it
is disappointing that so little is to be actually
known of his life. As one reads his plays, and
marks the strong individuality shown in them, the
desire to know how he adjusted himself to the
everyday life, and took its little defeats and encouragements,
springs very strongly. It is the
natural interest that one takes in men of his cordial
humanity, and it is disappointing to be balked of
its satisfaction.</p>

<p>The outline of Dekker’s life is indeed singularly
blank. We do not know exactly when he
was born, or where; there is scarcely any clue to
the important period of his youth, and his early
struggles as a poet and playwright; we do not
even know when he died. A few further entries in
Henslowe’s Diary, whose value an uneasy sense of
J. Payne Collier’s editorial methods tends to
depreciate, and a few incidental references in
Dekker’s own works, chiefly in the dedications and
introductions to his plays, form the whole of the
exact record which we have to rely upon.</p>

<p>In the dedication to <i>Match Me in London</i>, perhaps
the most interesting of all the plays by him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span>
not included in this volume, which was published
in 1631, he says, sadly enough, “I have been a
Priest in Apollo’s Temple many years, my voice is
decaying with my Age, yet yours being clear and
above mine shall much honour me, if you but listen
to my old tunes.” Again in 1637, in the dedicatory
epistle of his prose tract, <i>English Villainies Seven
Several Times Pressed to Death</i>, he refers more
definitely to his “three-score years.” Sixty years
back from 1637 gives us 1577, but as Collier<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> tells us
that he was married before 1594, and as we know
that he had already won recognition as a young
playwright in 1597, it will be well to read the
term “three-score years” pretty freely, as meaning
generally the term between sixty and seventy, and
to put down the date of his birth at about the year
1569-70, or even a little earlier.</p>

<p>There is less uncertainty about his birthplace:
various references in his prose tracts prove pretty
certainly that he was born in London, as seems so
fit in one of the most devoted of those poets who
have celebrated the English capital. “O thou
beautifullest daughter of two united Monarchies!”
he cries, in his <i>Seven Deadly Sins of London</i>;
“from thy womb received I my being, from thy
breasts my nourishment.” This is confirmed by
similar passages in the <i>Dead Term</i>, <i>The Rod for
Runaways</i>, and other of the prose pamphlets. The
particular spot in London where he was born
is not however to be learnt, although Collier sur<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span>mises
that he was born in Southwark. The name
itself,&mdash;whether Dekker or Decker, suggests a
Dutch origin, which is further corroborated by
the curious knowledge shown in the plays and
prose tracts of Dutch people and Dutch books, to
say nothing of the frequent Dutch realism of
Dekker’s dramatic method. Dr. Grosart, whose
indefatigable energy of research was probably
never exercised to so little purpose in the case
of any author, discovered on the title-page of one
copy of the civic “Entertainment” by Dekker,
<i>Troia-Nova-Triumphans, or London Triumphing</i>,
the words “Merchant-Tailor” written opposite his
name, as if by one who had known him. From
this we may again conjecture that his father was
a tailor, and that possibly the boy went to
Merchant Tailor’s School, and was intended for
that trade. The intimate knowledge of the daily
routine of tailors’ and shoemakers’ shops displayed
in <i>The Shoemaker’s Holiday</i>, and other of the plays,
bear every evidence of being drawn from actual
experience. It is not a very wild imagination,
therefore, to imagine that the boy Dekker may
have been apprenticed in the ordinary way as a
shoemaker or tailor, making escape from the craftsman’s
life as his poetic ambition grew hot, and at
last inevitable, in its hazardous issue upon the path
of a playwright and man of letters.</p>

<p>It is only by free inference from his works that
we can possibly fill up the early part of his life,
until, in 1597, as already noted, we find him com<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span>mitted
to the life of an author and playwright, and
tasting, no doubt, of its sweets, as in the early part
of 1598 he had a sharp foretaste of its bitterness.
Much of the description in his plays casts a vivid
light upon this wild life of the playhouse and
tavern which he, with other young poets of the extraordinary
decade terminating the sixteenth century
must have lived. Some of the scenes in <i>The
Honest Whore</i>, and again in <i>Satiromastix</i> and
other of the lesser known comedies, are full of
this interest; and luminous passages also occur
in the plays of his various collaborators. In
some of his own prose works, especially in his
singular guide to the gallant’s life in Elizabethan
London, <i>The Gull’s Horn Book</i>, Dekker has indirectly
supplied a still more realistic account of
the life lived by the young bloods who frequented
the playhouses and taverns. From this inimitable
book one gathers much curious detail for the picture
of Dekker’s daily surroundings. In Chapter V.,
which is headed, “How a Gallant should behave
himself in an Ordinary,” the young hero of the
period is advised to repair to the “ordinary,” or
eating-house, so early as “some half-hour after
eleven; for then you shall find most of your
fashion-mongers planted in the room waiting for
meat.” Amongst the types of gallant to whom
Dekker gives special advice as to behaviour at the
ordinary, is the <span class="lock">poet:&mdash;</span></p>

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<p>“If you be a Poet,” he says, “and come into the Ordinary;
though it can be no great glory to be an ordinary Poet; order yourself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span>
thus. Observe no man; doff not cap to that gentleman to-day at
dinner, to whom, not two nights since, you were beholden for a
supper; but, after a turn or two in the room, take occasion,
pulling out your gloves, to have some <i>Epigram</i>, or <i>Satire</i>, or
<i>Sonnet</i> fastened in one of them.... Marry, if you chance to get
into your hands any witty thing of another man’s, that is somewhat
better; I would counsel you then, if demand be made
who composed it, you may say: ‘Faith, a learned Gentleman,
a very worthy friend.’ And this seeming to lay it on another man
will be counted either modesty in you, or a sign that you are not
ambitious of praise, or else that you dare not take it upon you
for fear of the sharpness it carries with it.”</p></div>

<p>At dinner, directions are given in the same vein of
irony, as to the manner of eating and so forth; and
after dinner, among other occupations and diversions
proposed for the afternoon figures the play.
The next chapter is devoted accordingly to
expounding “How a Gallant should behave himself
in a Playhouse.” From the point of view of
Dekker’s dramatic work, this is naturally the most
interesting part of the book. It gives us a vivid
idea of the associations which would colour his
thoughts as, the dinner hour over, the stream of
gallants, ’prentices and so forth, issued from the
ordinaries, the fashionable promenade in the
Middle Aisle of St. Paul’s, and elsewhere, and
wended their way at afternoon to the play. Dekker,
it is quite evident, speaks feelingly, remembering
his own troubles, in these ironical counsellings to
the “Gull,” who in his seat on the stage seems to
have acted as a sort of irresponsible <i>chorus</i>, hindering
rather than aiding the understanding of the
play, however, and resented equally by the playwright<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span>
and the playgoers in pit or gallery.
“Whither,” proceeds the Horn Book,&mdash;</p>

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<p>“Whither therefore the gatherers of the public, or private Playhouse
stand to receive the afternoon’s rent; let our Gallant having
paid it, presently advance himself up to the Throne of the stage; I
mean not into the lord’s room, which is now but the stage’s suburbs;
no, ... but on the very rushes where the comedy is to dance,
yea, and under the state of Cambyses himself, must our feathered
ostrich, like a piece of ordnance, be planted valiantly, because impudently,
beating down the mews and hisses of the opposed
rascality.” Here it continues&mdash;“By sitting on the stage, you may,
without travelling for it, at the very next door ask whose play it is;
and, by that <i>Quest of Inquiry</i>, the law warrants you to avoid much
mistaking; if you know not the author, you may rail against him,
and peradventure so behave yourself, that you may enforce the author
to know you.”</p></div>

<p>The refinements of torture to which the Elizabethan
playwright was subject under this arrangement,
must indeed have been infinite. Dekker
further enlarges with the piteous irony of a long-suffering
<span class="lock">experience:&mdash;</span></p>

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<p>“It shall crown you with rich commendation, to laugh aloud in
the middest of the most serious and saddest scene of the terriblest
tragedy; and to let that clapper, your tongue, be tossed so high,
that all the house may ring of it.”</p></div>

<p>Again, even more <span class="lock">suggestively&mdash;</span></p>

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<p>“Now, sir; if the writer be a fellow that hath either epigrammed
you, or hath had a flirt at your mistress, or hath brought either your
feather, or your red beard, or your little legs, etc., on the stage;
you shall disgrace him worse than by tossing him in a blanket, or
giving him the bastinado in a tavern, if, in the middle of his play,
be it Pastoral or Comedy, Moral or Tragedy, you rise with a screwed
and discontented face from your stool to be gone.”</p></div>

<p>From another passage, it is clear that the first
arrival of the gallant upon the stage, as seen from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span>
the front of the house, must have been almost as
striking as this precipitate exit.</p>

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<p>“Present not yourself on the stage,” it advises “especially at a
new play, until the quaking Prologue hath, by rubbing, got colour
into his cheeks, and is ready to give the trumpets their cue that he
is upon point to enter; for then it is time, as though you were one
of the properties, or that you dropt out of the hangings, to creep
from behind the arras, with your tripos or three-footed stool, in one
hand, and a teston (tester,&mdash;sixpence) mounted between a forefinger
and a thumb in the other.”</p></div>

<p>From the ordinary to the playhouse, from the
playhouse to the tavern, the satirist follows still
as good-humouredly:&mdash;“the next places that are
filled, after the playhouses be emptied are, or ought
to be, taverns; into a tavern then let us next march,
where the brains of one hogshead must be beaten
out to make up another.”</p>

<p>The ordinary, the playhouse, the tavern:&mdash;Dekker
no doubt knew them only too well, but
it is not to be inferred because of this that his
life was an idle one. His extraordinary energy,
at the beginning of his career at any rate,
becomes clear when we turn to the record of his
plays. We have already referred to those which
he had been engaged to write for Henslowe, and
which no doubt were written and duly performed
before the appearance of <i>The Shoemaker’s Holiday</i>,
the first of those actually remaining to us. The
year 1599 especially, towards the middle of which
<i>The Shoemaker’s Holiday</i> was published, must have
been a year of immense activity. On the 9th and
16th April, Henslowe records a play by Dekker<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span>
and Chettle, <i>Troilus and Cressida</i>. On the 2nd
of May, a payment of five shillings was made
to him, “in earnest of a book called <i>Orestes’
Furies</i>,” and again in the same month there are
payments to him and Chettle, for <i>The Tragedy of
Agamemnon</i>. In July and August, <i>The Step-mother’s
Tragedy</i>, is mentioned; and on the 1st of
August, he receives forty shillings “for a book
called <i>Bear-a-brain</i>.” In September he is associated
with Jonson and Chettle, “on account of a
play called <i>Robert the Second, King of Scots
Tragedy</i>.” In January, 1599-1600, a book called
<i>Truth’s Supplication to Candlelight</i> is mentioned,
and the next month <i>The Spanish Moor’s Tragedy</i>
in which Haughton and Day appear to have
collaborated, and which, it has been thought, is
the same as the play called <i>Lust’s Dominion</i>
sometime assigned to Marlowe. This has brought
us past the time of the publication of <i>The
Shoemaker’s Holiday</i>, the first edition of which
probably appeared in July, 1599, if we are right in
taking the entry against the 17th of that month in
Henslowe’s Diary to refer to the buying of a book
actually published, and not one merely in MS.</p>

<p><i>The Shoemaker’s Holiday</i> represents Dekker
admirably on the side of his facile humour and
bright dramatic realism, as <i>Old Fortunatus</i>,
which must have followed it very closely, represents
him on the more purely poetical side.
Taken as a whole, and as a successful accomplishment
of what it attempts, this hearty comedy&mdash;so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>
full of overflowing good humour&mdash;gives us Dekker
on his happiest side. It displays all that genial
interest in everything human, all that ready democratic
sympathy, which, among the Elizabethans,
Dekker has peculiarly displayed. The comedy is
indeed the most perfect presentation of the brightness
and social interest of the everyday Elizabethan
life which is to be found in the English drama. It
realises with admirable vividness certain simpler
types of character, of which the <i>people</i>, as opposed
to the aristocratic classes from which most of the
dramatists drew their characters, was formed. The
craftsman’s life, merging itself in the citizen’s, is the
end and all of the play; the King himself is but a
shadow of social eminence compared with the Lord
Mayor. Simon Eyre, the shoemaker, jolliest, most
exuberant of all comedy types, is the very incarnation
of the hearty English character on its prosperous
workaday side, untroubled by spiritual misgivings
and introspections; and he is so set amidst
the rest of the characters as to delightfully fulfil the
joyous main intention of the play.</p>

<p>The plot proper, as stated in the prose Argument,
dealing with the romance of Lacy and his disguise
as a shoemaker in order to win the love of Rose,
is of less consequence indeed than the interest
centred in the doings of Simon Eyre and his
journeymen in the shoemaker’s shop. Of these
Firk is a capital low-comedy character, a healthy,
lusty animal, serving as an excellent dramatic
foil to his more delicate companion Ralph, and to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span>
Lacy in his disguise as Hans, the Dutchman. Of
the female characters, Eyre’s wife is a good sample
of foolish, conventional femininity, well realised
in the little she has to say and do. The most
taking of the female parts, however, is Jane: the
whole episode of Ralph’s going to the wars, his
delayed return to her, her wooing by Hammon,
and her final rescue at the last moment by the band
of shoemakers, is worked out with singular sweetness,
and with great feeling for simple dramatic
effect. One of the prettiest scenes in the whole of
Dekker, is that where Jane is shown sitting alone in
the shop sewing when Hammon approaches, and
tries by fair means and foul to win her love. Compared
with her, Rose, the heroine in chief, is indistinct.
Sybil, the maid, however, is an excellent
counterpart to Firk, the feminine to his masculine,&mdash;as
unabashed in her innuendo as he in his blunt
animalism.</p>

<p>Taken all through, this “Pleasant Comedy of
the Gentle Craft” is one to be remembered with
the score or so of the best comedies of pure joy
of life which were produced by the Elizabethans;
and remembered it probably will be even when
Dekker’s stronger and maturer work is overlooked.
The abounding happiness that fills it is contagious;
only here and there the note of trouble for Ralph
and Jane occurs to set off the unadulterated comedy
of the rest. The whole spirit of the play is expressed
in the words of Simon Eyre when he sums up his
philosophy for the edification of the Lord Mayor,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span>
who says to him, laughing&mdash;“Ha, ha, ha! I had
rather than a thousand pound, I had an heart but
half so light as yours;” and Eyre replies, “Why,
what should I do, my Lord? A pound of care
pays not a dram of debt. Hum, let’s be merry
whiles we are young; old age, sack and sugar, will
steal upon us, ere we be aware.” As pointed out
in the notes to the play, it is worth remembering
that Robert Herrick, who was a goldsmith’s apprentice
in London when the play was first performed
there, seems to have in part appropriated these
words of Eyre’s, and paraphrased them in one of
his inimitable verses. Dekker has himself twice
overflowed into song in the play, and the shoemaker’s
drinking-song shows at once the exquisite
lyric faculty which he possessed. Its chorus lingers
long in the memory as an echo of the happy, boisterous
life, well nourished with cakes and ale, of the
Elizabethan <span class="lock">craftsman:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Trowl the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here, kind mate, to thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let’s sing a dirge for Saint Hugh’s soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And down it merrily.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p><i>The Shoemaker’s Holiday</i> serves well as an instance
of Dekker’s realistic method. One sees in it
a natural outcome of his prentice life in London,
as a shoemaker, a “seamster,” or what not. In
coming to <i>Old Fortunatus</i> on the other hand, we
have Dekker as pure poet and idealist. Instead of
the lusty zest of comedy, we have the romantic
spirit in its perfection; the glamour of romance is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span>
cast over everything. Founded upon one of those
fabulous histories in which the sixteenth century
so loved to indulge its imagination, the play appeals
directly to the sense of wonder and adventure
which the poets, playwrights and story-tellers of
the day, could always count upon in their audience.
As pointed out in the preliminary note to the play,
Dekker’s version is founded upon an earlier one
which was performed some three years before he
began his. It would be interesting to discover what
the character of the original version was, both in its
general lines and in its details. In his admirable
book, “Studies in the Literary Relations of England
and Germany in the sixteenth century,” Mr. C. H.
Herford has pointed out the resemblance in certain
parts of the original legend and of the play to the
story of Faustus. This indirectly leads us to the
consideration of how far the writer of the earlier
play may have been influenced, if at all, by the
dramatic method of Marlowe. For in some
parts of Dekker’s version, the resemblance in
the structure of the blank verse on occasion,
and in the scenic and other detail, to Marlowe
is striking. Only, in the verse, it is <i>Tamburlaine</i>
rather than <i>Dr. Faustus</i> that is suggested, as for
instance in Fortune’s address to Fortunatus, when
she appears to him with her array of discrowned
kings and kings new-created.</p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“These have I ruined, and exalted those:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These hands have conquered Spain: these brows fill up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The golden circle of rich Portugal.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Viriat a monarch now, but born a shepherd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Primislaus, a Bohemian King,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Last day a carter; this monk Gregory,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now lifted to the Papal dignity.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>The preceding passage, beginning “Thou shalt
be one of Fortune’s minions,” which contains too a
direct reference <span class="lock">to&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i6">“that great Scythian swain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune’s best minion, warlike Tamburlaine,”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>is still more like Marlowe. Dekker’s verse, it
is true, does not march mail-clad like Marlowe’s:
it has a plasticity and a suppleness which the
other’s “mighty line” lacked, while it fails to
achieve the same state and sustained dignity. But
after all differences are allowed for, there is
much in the blank verse in some parts of <i>Old
Fortunatus</i>, which only Marlowe could have
inspired.</p>

<p>This is not said with any thought of depreciating
Dekker, who has so often been depreciated in order
to add to the lustre of others, but because it marks
an interesting point in his development as a poet
and dramatist. Two things were enough in themselves
to prevent his carrying on the tradition of
Marlowe: one, and an insuperable one, his faculty
of humour; the second, springing from the first,
his lack of that sense of his own artistic dignity,
failing which his genius never rose to its potential
height. Signs of the power to achieve the very
highest in poetry are scattered extravagantly all
through ‘<i>Old Fortunatus</i>,’ so that one does not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[Pg xxii]</a></span>
wonder at Charles Lamb’s tremendous compliment.
There are lines in it which have rarely
been surpassed, and there are fewer lapses in the
play than is usual with Dekker, in the inspired
recklessness of his method. Dekker’s theory of
blank verse, in especial, was not a severe one. It
admitted of a free interspersion of rhymed lines,
and of other dubious modifications of the strict
measure. But it is remarkable how successful
many of the passages are in spite of these
irregularities. Dekker had the privilege of genius,
and the faculty of putting into words that
rhythmical unction and natural charm which defy
the exacter laws of prosody.</p>

<p>Part of the structural defects of the play are due
to one of those exigencies to which the Elizabethan
playwrights were peculiarly liable. Mr. C. H.
Herford, in the book before alluded to, has shewn
that Dekker had practically finished the play on
the lines of the original fable of Fortunatus, when
it was ordered for performance at Court, whereupon
further special additions were made with a view
to this. Thus, it will be perceived that there
are two prologues; while a serious interference
with the original lines of the play is shown
in the intrusion of Virtue and Vice, in the
fashion of a “Masque” or “Triumph,” so as to
upset the simple dramatic motive of the supremacy
of Fortune. In this way, as Mr. Herford
says, the right moral tension of the tragedy gives
way to the decorous conventionalities of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span>
Masque. For, the apparent moral effect gained by
the triumph of Virtue over Vice and over Fortune
is only one of appearance. Dekker had already,
according to his wont, moralised the original
story, which is innocent of moral intention. For
instance, Andelocia, who like Fortunatus is in
Dekker’s hands a prodigal upon whom Fortune
wreaks a tragic retribution, is in the original
romance a hero to the last, using the immoral
supremacy afforded by the Purse and Wishing Cap
without either moral recoil or material injury to
himself.</p>

<p>There are other parts, fine in themselves, but
insufficiently related to the main line of the plot,
whose inconsequence can not be excused because
of any exterior later addition, as for instance, the
Orleans episode. It is hard, at the same time,
to have to find fault with an intrusion which
has resulted so delightfully in itself; and we may
best take leave of the play in the tempered eulogy
of Mr. J. Addington Symonds, who, after speaking
of certain of these defects, goes on to say, “Among
the poet’s most perfect achievements, however, are
the scenes in which Orleans indulges a lover’s
lunacy in a passion of wild fancies. To quote
passages would be to murder the effect. Nothing
can be imagined finer than the paradoxes of this
witty fanatic, in whose opinion the whole world is
mad and he the only wise man left; who scorns the
scorn of sober folk, extols deformity, and adores
the very horns that sprout upon his lady’s brow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span>
The mastery of Dekker is shown throughout this
comedy in the flesh and blood reality which he
has given to abstractions; even the subordinate
characters define each a clearly defined quality.
Fortunatus and his sons have a higher degree of
reality; while Virtue, Vice, and Fortune, withdrawn
from human action and anxiety, survey the
world from thrones and feel such passions only as
befits immortals. They enter and depart in pomps
and pageants to solemn strains of music.... To
have conceived the comedy of <i>Old Fortunatus</i>
proves Dekker a poet of no common order. A
little more firmness in its ground-plan would have
made it a masterpiece.”<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p>

<p>It may seem that undue attention has been given
to these two plays, but in them will be found so
characteristic an embodiment of Dekker’s qualities
as a playwright,&mdash;as a realistic writer of comedy
and as a romantic poet, that they serve as an
admirable illustration of the whole of his dramatic
works. The next play of which we have any
record is the famous burlesque upon Ben Jonson,
<i>Satiromastix</i>, which was published in 1602. As
an artistic whole, this deserves, no doubt, all that
has been said against it; Dekker’s awkward fashion
of interweaving two more or less inconsequent
dramatic motives was never displayed more unfortunately.
But as a young poet’s retort upon an
unsparing antagonist of Ben Jonson’s autocratic
position, the thing is surely not contemptible.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span>
The exaggerated reproduction of Jonson’s Captain
Tucca, in especial, which has been pointed to as
proving a lack of invention on Dekker’s part, was
no doubt one of the favourite hits of the piece, an
out-Heroding of Herod which could not fail to
immensely tickle the playgoers of the day. And
the appearance of Horace cleverly got up in imitation
of the author of <i>The Poetaster</i>, labouring over
an ode by candlelight, must have brought down
the house.</p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“O me thy priest inspire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I to thee and thine immortal name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In&mdash;sacred raptures flowing, flowing&mdash;swimming, swimming:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In sacred raptures swimming,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Immortal name, game, dame, tame, lame, lame, lame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">&mdash;&mdash; &mdash;&mdash; hath,&mdash;shame, proclaim, <span class="lock">oh?&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In sacred raptures flowing, will proclaim, <span class="lock">not&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">O me thy priest inspire!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I to thee and thine immortal name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In flowing numbers filled with sprite and flame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Good, Good!) In flowing numbers filled with sprite and flame.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>What is remarkable about Dekker’s retort is its
perfect good-humour; there is not a trace of
vindictiveness in all its satire. Dekker probably
took up the cudgels, as beforetime he first entered
upon the literary career, more “for the fun of it,”
than with any very deliberate or serious intention.
Though the episode of Cœlestine has no conceivable
reference to the “Untrussing of the Humourous
Poet,” it is worth turning to for its own sake. Mr.
Swinburne’s conjecture that this part of the play
was originally designed for another purpose, and
was only used here for want of material to fill out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span>
the Jonson burlesque to the required length, is
probably the correct one.</p>

<p>The reputation which Dekker won by <i>Satiromastix</i>
seems to have been the cause of something of a
new departure in the year following its publication;
we find him then appearing for the first time as a
prose-writer. He had already been engaged in
writing <i>Canaan’s Calamity; the Destruction of
Jerusalem</i>, in sensational doggrel,&mdash;the wretched
hack-work of a few hasty hours, no doubt, written
for some urgent bookseller, which I am afraid there
is no sufficient reason to think with Mr. Swinburne
that he did not compose. And now he may be said
to have seriously begun his career as a man of
letters, as distinct from a playwright, by the publication
of an interesting work whose title-page
well suggests its contents. The title runs:&mdash;<i>The
Wonderful Year</i>: “Wherein is shewed the picture
of London lying sick of the Plague. At the end
of all (like a merry Epilogue to a dull Play) certain
tales are cut out in sundry fashions of purpose to
shorten the lives of long winter’s nights, that lie
watching in the dark for us.” Passages in this work
show clearly enough that Dekker had the making
in him too of a prose writer, if he could only learn
to master and rightly direct his faculty of words,
but there is no pervading sense of the art of prose
in it. Immediately following <i>The Wonderful
Year</i>, however, came another prose-work which
in its way is perfect. <i>The Bachelor’s Banquet</i> is
a delightful satire on the life matrimonial, “plea<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span>santly
discoursing the variable humours of women,
their quickness of wits and unsearchable deceits.”
Here we have Dekker at his best. His facile
humour for once served him capably from beginning
to end, and the result is a satire of inimitable pleasantry,
full of his hearty spontaneity of fun, and all
the more effective because, like <i>Satiromastix</i>, it is
so devoid of any real offence. As if to offer atonement
for having satirised woman-kind at all, it must
have been about this time that he collaborated with
Haughton and Chettle, in <i>The Pleasant Comedy of
Patient Grissill</i>, with its charming picture of a
woman’s ideal patience. As this play is to be
given in a later volume, it need not be examined at
length here.</p>

<p>And now, in 1604, we come to the work, of all
Dekker’s, which most fully and characteristically
represents his genius, with its fund of great qualities
and great defects&mdash;<i>The Honest Whore</i>. The
second part of the play, it is true, was not published
until many years later, but it will be convenient
to take both parts together in considering
it here, noting only significant changes in style
and so forth. With the play as a whole, Hazlitt’s
well-known criticism has become so inseparably
identified and forms so incomparable an exposition,
that I prefer to give it here instead of commentary
of my own, completing it by what further
notes seem to be required.</p>

<div class="blockquot">

<p>“Old honest Dekker’s Signior Orlando Friscobaldo I shall never
forget! I became only of late acquainted with this last-mentioned<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span>
worthy character! but the bargain between us is, I trust, for life.
We sometimes regret that we had not sooner met with characters
like this, that seem to raise, revive, and give a new zest to our
being.... The execution is, throughout, as exact as the
conception is new and masterly. There is the least colour possible
used; the pencil drags; the canvas is almost seen through: but
then, what precision of outline, what truth and purity of tone, what
firmness of hand, what marking of character! The words and
answers all along are so true and pertinent, that we seem to see the
gestures, and to hear the tone with which they are accompanied. So
when Orlando, disguised, says to his daughter, ‘You’ll forgive me,’
and she replies, ‘I am not marble, I forgive you;’ or again, when
she introduces him to her husband, saying simply, ‘It is my father,’
there needs no stage-direction to supply the relenting tones of voice
or cordial frankness of manner with which these words are spoken.
It is as if there were some fine art to chisel thought, and to embody
the inmost movements of the mind in every-day actions and familiar
speech.</p>

<p>“Simplicity and extravagance of style, homeliness and quaintness,
tragedy and comedy, interchangeably set their hands and seals to
this admirable production. We find the simplicity of prose with the
graces of poetry. The stalk grows out of the ground; but the
flowers spread their flaunting leaves in the air. The mixture of
levity in the chief character bespeaks the bitterness from which it
seeks relief; it is the idle echo of fixed despair, jealous of observation
or pity. The sarcasm quivers on the lip, while the tear stands congealed
on the eyelid. This ‘tough senior,’ this impracticable old
gentleman, softens into a little child; this choke-pear melts in the
mouth like marmalade. In spite of his resolute professions of misanthropy,
he watches over his daughter with kindly solicitude; plays
the careful housewife; broods over her lifeless hopes; nurses the
decay of her husband’s fortune, as he had supported her tottering
infancy; saves the high-flying Matheo from the gallows more than
once, and is twice a father to them. The story has all the romance
of private life, all the pathos of bearing up against silent grief, all the
tenderness of concealed affection: there is much sorrow patiently
borne, and then comes peace.... The manner too in
which Infelice, the wife of Hippolito, is made acquainted with her
husband’s infidelity, is finely dramatic; and in the scene where she
convicts him of his injustice, by taxing herself with incontinence
first, and then turning his most galling reproaches to her into upbraidings
against his own conduct, she acquits herself with infinite
spirit and address. The contrivance by which, in the first part, after
being supposed dead, she is restored to life, and married to Hippolito,
though perhaps a little far-fetched, is affecting and romantic.”</p></div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span></p>

<p>It must be constantly borne in mind, when
reading the two parts of the play, that an interval
of twenty-five years separates them, and that
Orlando Friscobaldo is the creation of an obviously
more matured imagination than are the
characters of the earlier part. Indeed, the way in
which Bellafront’s casual mention of her father’s
name in the earlier part is developed into so
masterly a characterisation is very significant.
In the period between, Dekker had gone through
strange and bitter experience. According to
Collier, he married early, and a daughter was
baptised in his name as early as 1594, and we can
only wonder what dark sorrow he had known, that
he came to shape out of himself the inexpressible
tragi-comedy of Bellafront’s shame and her father’s
love. There is all the difference between youth
and age, indeed, in the two parts; and it is impressive
to note how a conception, prompted
mainly by the humourist’s artistic interest in the
first instance, came to be wrought out and carried
to the end with such a bitter freight of actuality.
In this grim masterpiece, Dekker has used his
realistic method with terrible sincerity, and yet, with
so cunning a grasp of the nettle of shame that
with its sting it yields a fragrance as of the perfect
flower of love. The weakest parts of the play are
those where Dekker conforms most to conventional
dramatic methods, as in the forensic contest between
Bellafront and Hippolito, which is dramatically
weak, though in passages not ineffective. In<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxx" id="Page_xxx">[Pg xxx]</a></span>
Henslowe’s Diary, Middleton is mentioned as a
collaborator in the play with Dekker, and there
are parts of it which might very well be from his
hand. Mr. A. H. Bullen conjectures that the scenes
where Bellafront is first discovered in her chamber
and again the shop scenes where the gallants try
to irritate Candido, are chiefly Middleton’s. Mr. J.
Addington Symonds considers also that the play
as a whole has “the movement of one of Middleton’s
acknowledged plays.” Making due allowance
for every assistance of the kind, the essential
merit of the whole work is so unmistakeably
Dekker’s, however, that the reader may safely
leave Middleton out of court in considering the
play as a whole, and put it down as Dekker’s to
all intents and purposes.</p>

<p>Before the publication of the first part, Dekker
had, in 1603, in his <i>Magnificent Entertainment
given to King James</i>, inserted some lines of
Middleton’s, which proves that they were in contact
about the time when the play was being
written. After its publication Dekker apparently
gave himself up for a while to prose-writing. In
1606, one of his best known pamphlets, <i>The
Seven Deadly Sins of London</i>, appeared, which
he himself affirmed on the title-page was only
a week’s work, “Opus Septem Dierum.” The
satire, though here and there forced, and roughly
written, is not unimpressive, and contains many
passages of vivid imaginative power. The Seven
Deadly Sins, or as Dekker has it, “The Names<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxi" id="Page_xxxi">[Pg xxxi]</a></span>
of the Actors in this Old Interlude of Iniquity,”
are not at all what one would be likely to expect.
The terms by which they are designated are
extravagantly metaphorical, and including “Politic
Bankruptism,” “Candlelight,” and “Shaving,” and
there is a special addendum to say that “Seven
may easily play this, but not without a Devil.”
Published in the same year, <i>News from Hell,
brought by the Devil’s Carrier</i>, which resolves
itself into “The Devil’s Answer to Pierce Pennylesse,”
is a confused, gruesomely humoresque description
of the nether regions, and of a Mephistophelian
journey thence to London and other
places in the upper world. <i>The Double PP</i>, a
rather ungainly satire on the Papists, partly in
prose, partly in verse, inspired by the Gunpowder
Plot of 1605, also appeared in 1606.</p>

<p>The year 1607 shows Dekker at his worst as a
playwright. The production of <i>The Whore of
Babylon</i> marks the low-water mark of his unfortunate
career. It is a sort of allegory, presenting
Elizabeth as Titania, and other national and international
topics in a hopelessly cumbrous disguise.
As a rule Dekker illuminates even his hastiest
productions with some gleam of true humour or
imagination, but here there is hardly a redeeming
touch of either, or, if one does exist, the dull
atmosphere of the whole keeps it hidden from
sight. Dekker atoned a little for his sins as a
playwright in this year, however, by the issue of an
interesting miscellany of prose writings, whose<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxii" id="Page_xxxii">[Pg xxxii]</a></span>
comprehensive title may be quoted in full:&mdash;<i>Jests
to make you Merry</i>: “With the Conjuring up of Cock
Watt (the Walking Spirit of Newgate) to tell tales.
Unto which is added the Misery of a Prison, and a
Prisoner. And a Paradox in Praise of Serjeants.
Written by T. D. and George Wilkins.” George
Wilkins, says Dr. Grosart, “was in a small way a
contemporary playwright;” and it is impossible to
say exactly what share he may have had in this
strange composition. But some of the little stories
among the “Jests” bear very clearly Dekker’s touch,
and “The Misery of a Prison and a Prisoner” is
unmistakeably the pitiful and bitter expression of
his own sorry experiences. In this year was also
re-issued under the new title of <i>A Knight’s Conjuring
done in Earnest, discovered in Jest</i>, the
before-mentioned <i>News from Hell</i>, without anything
to show that the book was chiefly a republication.
There are some few additions to it,
however, including an interesting vision of Chaucer,
Spenser, Marlowe, Greene, Peele, and Nash in the
haunts of Apollo.</p>

<p>Now, too, we find Dekker in collaboration with
Webster, in the plays <i>Westward Ho</i>, <i>Northward
Ho</i>, and <i>Sir Thomas Wyatt</i>. Of these, the first
two are lively comedies of intrigue, affording many
striking pictures of contemporary life, grossly
realistic often, but not more so than is usual in
comedies of the time. In <i>Northward Ho</i> the social
diversions of the Greenshields and the Mayberrys
are amusingly contrived, and there are passages<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiii" id="Page_xxxiii">[Pg xxxiii]</a></span>
in <i>Westward Ho</i> of a higher and poetic kind, as
in the passage (Act iv., Sc. ii.) quoted by Mr. J.
A. Symonds in his essay on <span class="lock">Dekker:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i26">“Go let Music<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Charm with her excellent voice an awful silence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through all this building, that her sphery soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May, on the wings of air, in thousand forms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Invisibly fly, yet be enjoyed.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>The speeches of the earl in this play contain other
rare imaginative touches, in strange contrast with
the reckless farcical tenour of the piece generally.
<i>Sir Thomas Wyatt</i> is less satisfactory, a medley of
absurd printer’s errors adding to the confusion of
what was probably a confused work at best.
Marston’s protest, as to the unfairness of taking
seriously and critically plays which were hastily
and carelessly written to meet the demand of the
hour, must be remembered in judging plays like
this. In addition to the plays which their authors
revised and set forth with their deliberate <i>imprimatur</i>,
many were written without any idea of
publication; the playwrights looked upon them
merely as a sort of journalism, which they did
not wish to have judged by permanent artistic
standards. It would be waste of time to deliberate
over the exact share to be alloted to Dekker and
Webster in these three plays. It will be noted,
however, in the two comedies, that certain of the
characters, as the Welsh captain and Hans in
<i>Northward Ho</i>, speak in a dialect suspiciously like
that of the dialect parts in Dekker’s other plays.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxiv" id="Page_xxxiv">[Pg xxxiv]</a></span></p>

<p>For the next two or three years Dekker appears
to have occupied himself again chiefly with prose.
In 1608 appeared <i>The Bellman of London</i>, which is
a sort of unconventional cyclopedia of thieving and
vagabondage, containing much curious information
about the shady side of Elizabethan life. Its
importance in relation to Dekker’s fondness for
the same subject-maker in his plays, however, is
somewhat lessened when we discover that the
work is partly appropriated from a book first
published about forty years before, in 1567,
entitled <i>A Caveat or Warning for Common
Cursitors, vulgarly called Vagabonds</i>; by Thomas
Harman. <i>The Bellman of London</i> seems to have
been successful; for it was followed the next year
by a second book of the same kind, <i>Lanthorn and
Candle-light; or, The Bellman’s Second Night Walk</i>:
also in part taken from Harman. In 1609 <i>The Gull’s
Horn-book</i>, which has already been referred to, was
published,&mdash;by far the most important and interesting
of all Dekker’s prose works. Its value will be
apparent from the passages already quoted, but to
anyone who wishes to realise intimately the everyday
life of the time, and its relation to Dekker’s
own environment, the book is simply indispensable.
The initial conception, like most of Dekker’s
conceptions, was not original. The idea of it is
taken from a Dutch book which Dekker had
thought of translating into English verse, but,
finding difficulties in the way, he decided instead
to write a new prose work on the same lines. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxv" id="Page_xxxv">[Pg xxxv]</a></span>
earlier parts of the book are the least reliable, as
here Dekker made free use of the Dutch original;
but from Chap. iv., “How a Gallant should
behave Himself in Paul’s Walk,” onwards, the
book is probably as true as it is humorously
realistic in its descriptions, forming a delightful
prose complement to the plays. The rest of
Dekker’s prose works, interesting as they are in themselves,
have not enough bearing upon the plays to
warrant me in any lengthy examination of them.
Between the two “Bellman” books appeared <i>The
Dead Term; or, Westminster’s Complaint for Long
Vacations and Short Terms</i>, which, amid some
extravagance, contains a great deal in the way of
description of London life, which is picturesque
and historically valuable. In 1609 two other works
followed or preceded <i>The Gull’s Horn-book</i>. The
most valuable of the two is entitled, <i>Work for
Armourers; or, the Peace is Broken</i>, which contains
some suggestive autobiographical references to
Dekker’s delight in history, to the hard lot of
poetry and the drama, and to many other matters,
interesting, personally, in approaching its main
fancifully treated thesis of the struggle between
<i>Poverty and Money</i>. <i>The Raven’s Almanack</i>, the
second of the two, is chiefly a budget of stories,
with “A Song sung by an Old Woman in a
Meadow,” which has something of Dekker’s
rougher lyrical quality in it.</p>

<p>In 1611 Dekker and Middleton came together
again, and wrote conjointly <i>The Roaring Girl</i>, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvi" id="Page_xxxvi">[Pg xxxvi]</a></span>
vigorous comedy, whose heroine, Moll Cutpurse,
goes about in the guise of a gallant, and wreaks
summary vengeance upon offenders. In spite of
her aggressive masculinity, she is somehow made
in her way really attractive. Some of the scenes,
as those in the “Sempster’s” shop, and those in
which the Gallipots and Tiltyards go duck-hunting,
are full of contemporary colour. The Mayoralty
Pageant of 1612 has already been mentioned. In
that year also appeared an absurd semi-allegorical
dramatic fantasy by Dekker, founded upon Machiavelli’s
“Belphegor,”&mdash;<i>If this be not a Good Play
the Devil is in it</i>, in which Devils, Zanies, Friars,
Dancing Girls, and other human and superhuman
elements are wrought into a curious medley of
utter nonsense with real humour and fancy. From
1613 to 1616, Oldys informs us that Dekker was
in prison again. An interesting and pathetic letter
exists from him to Alleyne, who must have acted
generously towards him throughout; the letter is
dated “King’s Bench, Sept. 12, 1616.” It is significant
that in the first year of his re-imprisonment,
he issued a very remarkable book of prayers, entitled
<i>The Four Birds of Noah’s Ark</i>, to the profound
eloquence and power of devotional expression
in which, as in “A Prayer for a Soldier,” Mr. Swinburne
has paid a well-deserved tribute. With <i>A
Strange Horse-Race</i>, published also in 1613, were
included the singular piece of humour,&mdash;“The
Devil’s last Will and Testament,” and another prose
fantasy, “The Bankrupt’s Banquet.” A much more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxvii" id="Page_xxxvii">[Pg xxxvii]</a></span>
notable work is <i>Dekker his Dream</i>, which is mainly
in verse. It is a rough and unpolished piece of
work, most interesting autobiographically, but full
of vigorous and sometimes very imaginative
descriptions, and with occasional fine passages, as
two lines, taken almost at random, will <span class="lock">testify:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Each man was both the lion and the prey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every corn-field an Aceldema.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>Dekker did not emerge again as a playwright
until 1622, when he appears with still another
collaborator, the last man whom one would have
expected him to work with,&mdash;Massinger. They
wrote together <i>The Virgin Martyr</i>, which is, as
might be expected, a patchwork of incongruous
qualities. Dekker probably supplied both the
weakest and the strongest parts of the play, the
atrocious humorous passages, equally with the exquisitely
tender scene, for instance, between
Dorothea, the Virgin Martyr, and Angelo, “a good
spirit, serving Dorothea in the habit of a Page.”
This is the scene which won from Charles Lamb in
his “Specimens of the Elizabethan Dramatists,”
his unbounded tribute to Dekker’s genius; and
as the scene can be turned to there, I need not
repeat it here, as I should otherwise be inclined
to do.</p>

<p>There is no record of the next five years of
Dekker’s life. In 1628 and 1629 he again wrote
the Mayoralty pageants under title <i>Britannia’s
Honour</i>, and <i>London’s Tempe</i>, which at best con<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxviii" id="Page_xxxviii">[Pg xxxviii]</a></span>tain
glimpses of his true quality. In 1631, <i>Match
Me in London</i>, a comedy of court intrigue in civic
life, has something of his real genius again. It
was in the dedicatory note of this play, to “The
Noble Lover, and deservedly beloved, of the Muses,
Ludovick Carlisle, Esquire, Gentleman of the Bows,
and Groom of the King and Queen’s Privy-Chamber,”
that Dekker so pathetically referred to his
voice, “Decaying with my Age.” But comparatively
with some of the second-rate pieces
of ten, and even twenty years before, there is
little sign of decay. <i>Match Me in London</i> shows,
it is true, the prose side of Dekker’s dramatic
faculty, rather than its side of poetic exuberance;
but the piece is as full of Dekker’s old picturesque
realism and genial humanity, as ever. The street
and shop scenes, supposed to be placed chiefly in
Seville, might just as well be in London: Dekker
transfers the ‘Counter’ there without hesitation, and
except for occasional doubtful attempts at Spanish
local colour, the whole play is as native as anything
Dekker has done. The plot turns chiefly upon the
attempt of the King to corrupt Tormiella, one of
the brightest and most taking of all Dekker’s
heroines, whose guileless fidelity to her husband
is delicately portrayed. The usual sub-plot in
which Don John, the King’s brother, conspires
for the throne, is less inconsequent than most
of Dekker’s supplementary plots, and the whole
comedy is managed with a higher sense of dramatic
form than Dekker often showed. <i>Match Me in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxxix" id="Page_xxxix">[Pg xxxix]</a></span>
London</i>, as being entirely Dekker’s own composition,
certainly deserves to rank with his half-dozen
best plays, and I am sorry that it was not
possible to find room for it in this edition,
although the same ground has already been
partly covered in his other comedies.</p>

<p>I confess I find it hard to understand how
anyone can seriously prefer <i>The Wonder of a Kingdom</i>,
which appeared some few years later, to <i>Match
Me in London</i>, as Mr. J. A. Symonds has done.
In the former we find Dekker for once working
without any real pervading humanity; there are
touches of his usual heartiness in it, but as a
whole it is a heartless production&mdash;more a cold
study of motives and passions than a sympathetic
re-creation of them in forms of art. It was highly
appropriate, indeed, that Dekker long before had
been chosen as a champion to meet Ben Jonson,
for the two men mark very clearly two types of
poet and artist. Jonson in his plays worked
largely from the mere curiosity about men’s
passions and motives, he wrought conceptions
which sprang too often from an analytical interest,
rather than the emotional human impulse which
drives the poet to reflect men’s strifes and
destinies for simple love’s sake. With Dekker it
was different. Without perhaps consciously realising
it, he worked mainly from this impulse of the
heart, putting himself passionately into all that he
characterised, in his exuberant, careless way. For
once, however, in <i>The Wonder of a Kingdom</i>, he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xl" id="Page_xl">[Pg xl]</a></span>
seems to have laid aside something of his natural
kindliness. The episode of old Lord Vanni’s intrigue
with Alphonsina is repulsive, unvisited as it is by
even ordinary comedy retribution. It is only
fair to allow, however, that Dekker’s kindlier
quality crops up in some scenes of the play,
and Hazlitt’s testimony to Gentili, “that truly ideal
character of a magnificent patron,” may be set
against the comment of the German critic, Dr.
Schmidt, who has said very truly,&mdash;“That the
youthful fire which fills <i>Fortunatus</i> is in this drama
extinguished.”</p>

<p>Although the two remaining plays which
Dekker wrote with Ford, <i>The Sun’s Darling</i> and
<i>The Witch of Edmonton</i>, were not published till
1656 and 1658 respectively, they were certainly
written and performed long before <i>Match Me in
London</i>, probably helping to fill up the five blank
years following that in which <i>The Virgin Martyr</i>
appeared. <i>The Sun’s Darling</i> is a charming conception,
inadequately wrought out, but nevertheless
full of facile and exuberant poetic quality.
The lyrics, especially, the best of which are undoubtedly
Dekker’s, are so fresh and full of impulse
that one inclines to think that they date
back to the first half of his life. Some of these
have found their way, infrequently, into the anthologies,
as that beginning, “What bird so sings,
yet so does wail,” and again the delightful country
song, in which one can forgive the mixture of musk-roses
and daffodils, haymaking and hunting, lambs<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xli" id="Page_xli">[Pg xli]</a></span>
and partridges, in defiance of all rustic tradition, for
the sake of its catching <span class="lock">tune:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Hay-makers, rakers, reapers and mowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wait on your Summer Queen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Daffodils strew the green....”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>The hero of this Moral Masque, as the authors
term it,&mdash;Raybright, “The Sun’s Darling,” is shown
in progression through the seasons under the Sun’s
guidance, which he perverts in his restless pursuit
of sensuous pleasure. All these scenes are full of
suggestions of beauty, but they are imperfectly
realised. Exquisite passages occur, however, as
in the scene where Spring, Health, Youth, and
Delight appear to Raybright, and Spring, wooing
him in vain, proffers him the bay-<span class="lock">tree:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“That tree shall now be thine, about it sit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All the old poets, with fresh laurel crowned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Singing in verse the praise of chastity.”<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

<p>When it is too late, Raybright, filled with love for
the Spring, is seized with remorse: so in turn
all the seasons pass by, while Humour and Folly
lead him always astray. The Sun’s peroration in
addressing Raybright at the end of his foiled career
is a solemn and profound, if rather fanciful, summing-up
of life. Altogether <i>The Sun’s Darling</i> forms a
valuable later complement to <i>Old Fortunatus</i>, and
it is only to be regretted that its authors did not
bestow upon it the longer, patient labour which
would have made it worthy of its conception.</p>

<p><i>The Witch of Edmonton</i>, the second play in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlii" id="Page_xlii">[Pg xlii]</a></span>
which Ford and Dekker worked conjointly, is so
utterly different to <i>The Sun’s Darling</i> that one
finds it difficult to believe that the same hands can
have been concerned in its production. Possibly
the initial conception was Rowley’s, and though it
would not be easy to differentiate his exact share
in any special scene or passage, there is a considerable
residuum which marks itself off as unlike the
work of Dekker or Ford. Dekker’s share is more
apparent. The scenes where Cuddy Banks and his
fellow villagers disport themselves, some of those
where the Witch herself appears, and again those of
Susan’s love and sorrow, have by general critical
consent been awarded to him. Part of the severer
tragedy in the terrible hallucination of Mother
Sawyer, however, which has generally been considered
Dekker’s, I fancy bears the stamp of Ford.
In his essay on Ford, Mr. Swinburne has essayed a
comparison of the parts due severally to Dekker
and to Ford, which is too important to be overlooked.
He would assign the part of Mother
Sawyer chiefly to Dekker. “In all this part of the
play I trace the hand of Dekker; his intimate and
familiar sense of wretchedness, his great and
gentle spirit of compassion for the poor and suffering
with whom his own lot in life was so often
cast, in prison and out.” The part of Susan also,
he allots to Dekker; and of the scene where Frank
Thorney’s guilt is discovered, he remarks suggestively:
“The interview of Frank with the disguised
Winifred in this scene may be compared by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xliii" id="Page_xliii">[Pg xliii]</a></span>
student of dramatic style with the parting of the
same characters at the close; the one has all the
poignant simplicity of Dekker, the other all the
majestic energy of Ford.”</p>

<p>The dates of publication of the two last plays
bring us far beyond the time of Dekker’s death, of
which, however, we have no record at all. None
of his prose works reach so late a period; the last
is <i>A Rod for Runaways</i>, published in 1625.
Collier, who always made his evidence go as far as
possible, himself admits that there is no further
trace of him after 1638, the year when Milton
wrote <i>Lycidas</i>, the year when Scotland was
ominously signing the Covenant. In the further
oncoming of the Civil War, Dekker disappears
altogether, as uncertainly as he first entered the
scene.</p>

<p>In summing up this strange life and its dramatic
outcome, it is easily seen what is to be said on the
adverse side. Dekker had, let us admit, great
defects. He was the type of the prodigal in
literature,&mdash;the kindhearted, irresponsible poet
whom we all know, and love, and pardon seventy
times seven. But it is sad to think that with a
little of the common talent which every successful
man of affairs counts as part of his daily equipment,
he might have left a different record. He never
attained the serious conception of himself and his
dignity as a worker which every poet, every artist
must have, who would take effect proportionate to
his genius. He never seemed to become conscious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xliv" id="Page_xliv">[Pg xliv]</a></span>
in any enduring way of his artistic function, and
he constantly threw aside, under pressure of the
moment, those standards of excellence which none
knew better than he how to estimate. But after
all has been said, he remains, by his faults as well
as by his faculties, one of the most individual, one
of the most suggestive, figures of the whole Elizabethan
circle. Because of the breath of simple
humanity in them, his works leave a sense of
brightness and human encouragement whose charm
lingers when many more careful monuments of
literary effort are forgotten. His artistic sincerity
has resulted in a picture of life as he saw it, unequalled
for its sentiment, for its living spirit of tears
and laughter, as well as for its outspoken truth.
His homely realism brings before us all the pleasant
everyday bustle of the Elizabethan streets&mdash;the
craftsmen and prentices, the citizens at their shop
doors, the gallants in the Middle Aisle of St. Paul’s.
The general feeling is that of a summer’s morning
in the pleasant Cheapside of those days&mdash;more like
the street of a little market-town than the Cheapside
of to-day&mdash;where in the clear sunny air the
alert cry of the prentices, “What do you lack?”
rings out cheerily, and each small incident of the
common life is touched with vivid colour. And if
the night follows, dark and haunted by grim
passions and sorrows, and the King’s Bench waits
for poor poets not far away, this poet who had
known the night and the prison only too well!
sang so undauntedly, that the terrors of them fell
away at the sound.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlv" id="Page_xlv">[Pg xlv]</a></span></p>

<p>As he had this faith in the happy issue out of
his own troubles, so Dekker looked unflinchingly
as a poet upon the grim and dark side of human
life, seeing it to emerge presently, bright in the
higher vision of earth and Heaven. Much that at
first seems gratuitously obscene and terrible in his
dramatic presentation may in this way be accepted
with the same vigorous apprehension of the comedy
and tragedy of life, which he himself showed. The
whole justification of his lifework, indeed, is to be
found in these words of his, from the dedicatory
epistle to <i>His Dream</i>, which we may well take as
his parting behest:&mdash;“So in these of mine, though
the Devil be in the one, God is in the other: nay in
both. What I send you, may perhaps seem bitter,
yet it is wholesome; your best physic is not a
julep; sweet sauces leave rotten bodies. There is
a Hell named in our Creed, and a Heaven, and
the Hell comes before; if we look not into the first,
we shall never live in the last.”</p>

<p class="sig">Ernest Rhys</p>

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<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>: Students of Dekker will find Pearson’s Edition of his
Plays in 4 Vols., published in 1873, and Dr. Grosart’s edition of his
Non-Dramatic Works, in 5 Vols., published in the Huth Library,
1885-6, sufficient for all ordinary purposes. There are no notes,
however, in Dr. Grosart’s reprint, and the notes to the plays in
Pearson’s edition are few and far between. Mr. Swinburne’s article
on Dekker (<i>Nineteenth Century</i>, January, 1887), will be found
valuable also.</p></div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xlvi" id="Page_xlvi">[Pg xlvi]</a></span></p>




<h2>THE OLD FORTUNE THEATRE.</h2>

<p class="center">(<i>See <a href="#frontispiece">Frontispiece</a>.</i>)</p>


<p>The original Fortune Theatre was built on the site of an old timber
house standing in a large garden near Golden Lane, Cripplegate,
and said to have been formerly a nursery for Henry the Eighth’s
children, who were sent to this then suburban spot for the benefit of
the air. Edward Alleyn the actor acquired the lease of the house
and grounds on December 22, 1599, and, early the following year,
supported by the Lord Admiral (the Earl of Nottingham), to whose
company of players he belonged, he, in conjunction with Henslowe,
his father-in-law, employed Peter Streete to build there “a newe
house and stadge for a Plaiehowse” for the sum of £440.</p>

<p>Alleyn notes his acquisition of the lease and his expenditure upon
the new theatre in the following <span class="lock">terms:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="blockquot">

<p>“What the Fortune cost me Novemb., 1599 [1600].</p>

<p>First for the leas to Brew, £240.</p>

<p>Then for the building the playhouse, £520.</p>

<p>For other privat buildings of myn owne, £120.</p>

<p>So in all it has cost me for the leasse, £880.</p>

<p>Bought the inheritance of the land of the Gills of the Ile of Man,
which is the Fortune, and all the howses in Whight crosstrett and
Gowlding lane, in June, 1610, for the some of £340.</p>

<p>Bought in John Garretts lease in revertion from the Gills for
21 years, for £100.</p>

<p>So in all itt cost me £1320.</p>

<p>Blessed be the Lord God everlasting.”</p></div>

<p>It was at the Fortune that Alleyn’s fame as an actor reached its
height. He was especially popular in the character of Barabas in
Marlowe’s <i>Jew of Malta</i>, which he revived at the new theatre.
Here also many of the plays written in the whole or part by Dekker
were originally performed, as Dekker generally wrote for the Lord
Admiral’s company, who played regularly at the Fortune under
Alleyn and Henslowe’s management, while the Lord Chamberlain’s
company, with whom Shakespeare and Burbadge were associated,
played at the Globe.</p>

<p>Some twenty years after the erection of the theatre Alleyn
records in his diary under date December 9, 1621, “This night, att
12 of ye clock, ye Fortune was burnt.” The year following the
theatre was rebuilt, and leased by Alleyn to various persons, he
having then decided to retire from the stage. On the suppression
of the theatres by the Puritans the inside of the Fortune was
destroyed by a company of soldiers, and the lessees failed to pay
their rent, whereby a considerable loss was sustained by the
authorities of Dulwich College, in whom the property of the
Fortune was vested. This eventually led to the Court of Assistants
ordering the more dilapidated portions of the theatre to be pulled
down, and to their leasing the ground belonging to it for building
purposes. So recently, however, as the year 1819, the front of the
old theatre was still standing, as represented in the frontispiece to
the present volume&mdash;a reduced copy of an engraving in Wilkinson’s
“Londina.”</p>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>





<h2 class="break" title="THE SHOEMAKER’S HOLIDAY; OR A PLEASANT COMEDY OF THE GENTLE CRAFT.">
<span class="hide">THE SHOEMAKER’S HOLIDAY; OR A PLEASANT COMEDY OF THE GENTLE CRAFT.</span></h2>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>




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<p class="drop-capi2"><i><span class="smcap">The shoemaker’s holiday</span>, or a
Pleasant Comedy of the Gentle Craft</i>, was
first published in 1599, as we learn from a
passage in Henslowe’s Diary; but the
earliest known edition is the quarto of 1600,
which describes the play as “acted before
the Queen’s most excellent Maiestie New-years
day at night last, by the right honourable the
Earle of Nottingham, Lord High Admirall of England, his
seruants.” Other editions followed in 1610, 1618, and 1657.
Of modern editions, Germany has produced the only one
which is at all reliable, and upon this edition, admirably
collated and edited by Drs. Karl Warnke and Ludwig Proescholdt,
and published at Halle in 1886, the present reprint
is based, the excellence of text, notes and introduction,
leaving little beyond the modernising and some elucidation
here and there to be done.</p>

<p>Dekker appears to have had a collaborator in the play in
Robert Wilson, the actor, who is said to have created the
part of Firk on its performance, but although Wilson may
have provided some of the situations and dialogue, the
credit of the play as a whole is undoubtedly Dekker’s. <i>The
Shoemaker’s Holiday</i> is the first of Dekker’s plays, in order
of publication, which has survived, although according to
Henslowe he began to write for the stage in 1596.</p>

<p>The conception of Simon Eyre, the Shoemaker, is taken
from a real person of that name, who, according to Stow,
was an upholsterer, and afterwards a draper. He built
Leadenhall in 1419, as referred to by Dekker in Act V.,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
Sc. 5, became Sheriff of London in 1434, was elected Lord
Mayor in 1445, and died in 1459. About his character
nothing certain is known. “It may well be,” say the editors
of the Halle edition, “that long after Eyre’s death the builder
of Leadenhall was supposed to have been a shoemaker himself,
merely because Leadenhall was used as a leather-market.
This tradition was probably taken up by the poet,
who formed out of it one of the most popular comedies of
the age.”</p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>




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<h3 title="TO ALL GOOD FELLOWS, PROFESSORS OF THE GENTLE CRAFT, OF WHAT DEGREE SOEVER.">
TO ALL GOOD FELLOWS, PROFESSORS OF THE GENTLE
CRAFT,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> OF WHAT DEGREE SOEVER.</h3>


<p>Kind gentlemen and honest boon companions, I present
you here with a merry-conceited Comedy, called <i>The Shoemaker’s
Holiday</i>, acted by my Lord Admiral’s Players this
present Christmas before the Queen’s most excellent
Majesty, for the mirth and pleasant matter by her Highness
graciously accepted, being indeed no way offensive. The
argument of the play I will set down in this Epistle: Sir
Hugh Lacy, Earl of Lincoln, had a young gentleman of his
own name, his near kinsman, that loved the Lord Mayor’s
daughter of London; to prevent and cross which love, the
Earl caused his kinsman to be sent Colonel of a company
into France: who resigned his place to another gentleman
his friend, and came disguised like a Dutch shoemaker to
the house of Simon Eyre in Tower Street, who served the
Mayor and his household with shoes: the merriments that
passed in Eyre’s house, his coming to be Mayor of London,
Lacy’s getting his love, and other accidents, with two merry
Three-men’s-songs. Take all in good worth that is well
intended, for nothing is purposed but mirth; mirth lengtheneth
long life, which, with all other blessings, I heartily
wish you. Farewell!</p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="PROLOGUE">
<span class="hide">PROLOGUE</span>
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<p class="center"><i>As it was pronounced before the Queen’s Majesty.</i></p>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As wretches in a storm (expecting day),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With trembling hands and eyes cast up to heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make prayers the anchor of their conquered hopes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So we, dear goddess, wonder of all eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your meanest vassals, through mistrust and fear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sink into the bottom of disgrace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By our imperfect pastimes, prostrate thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On bended knees, our sails of hope do strike,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dreading the bitter storms of your dislike.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since then, unhappy men, our hap is such,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That to ourselves ourselves no help can bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But needs must perish, if your saint-like ears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Locking the temple where all mercy sits)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Refuse the tribute of our begging tongues:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh grant, bright mirror of true chastity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From those life-breathing stars, your sun-like eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One gracious smile: for your celestial breath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must send us life, or sentence us to death.<br /></span>
</div></div></div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.">
<span class="hide">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</span>
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<div class="container">
<div class="dp">
<div>
<span class="smcap">The King.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">The Earl of Cornwall.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Sir Hugh Lacy</span>, Earl of Lincoln.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Rowland Lacy</span>, otherwise <span class="smcap">Hans</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">His Nephews.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Askew</span></td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Sir Roger Oateley</span>, Lord Mayor of London.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td>Master <span class="smcap">Hammon</span></td><td rowspan="3"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="3">Citizens of London.</td></tr>
<tr><td>Master <span class="smcap">Warner</span></td></tr>
<tr><td>Master <span class="smcap">Scott</span></td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Simon Eyre</span>, the Shoemaker.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Roger</span>, commonly called <span class="smcap">Hodge</span><a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></td><td rowspan="3"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="3"><span class="smcap">Eyre’s</span> Journeymen.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Firk</span></td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ralph</span></td></tr>
</table></div>


<span class="smcap">Lovell</span>, a Courtier.<br />
<span class="smcap">Dodger</span>, Servant to the <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">A Dutch Skipper.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">A Boy.</span><br />
<br />
Courtiers, Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, Hunters, Shoemakers, Apprentices, Servants.</div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="smcap">Rose</span>, Daughter of <span class="smcap">Sir Roger</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Sybil</span>, her Maid.<br />
<span class="smcap">Margery</span>, Wife of <span class="smcap">Simon Eyre</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Jane</span>, Wife of <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>.<br />


<div class="p1">SCENE&mdash;<span class="smcap">London</span> and <span class="smcap">Old Ford</span>.</div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>




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<p class="p2 x-large center"><i>THE SHOEMAKER’S HOLIDAY</i></p>




<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Street in London.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span>.</p>


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<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Lincoln.</span> My lord mayor, you have sundry times<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feasted myself and many courtiers more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seldom or never can we be so kind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make requital of your courtesy.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But leaving this, I hear my cousin Lacy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is much affected to your daughter Rose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> True, my good lord, and she loves him so well<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I mislike her boldness in the chase.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Why, my lord mayor, think you it then a shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To join a Lacy with an Oateley’s name?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Too mean is my poor girl for his high birth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor citizens must not with courtiers wed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who will in silks and gay apparel spend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More in one year than I am worth, by far:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore your honour need not doubt my girl.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Take heed, my lord, advise you what you do!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
<span class="i0">A verier unthrift lives not in the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than is my cousin; for I’ll tell you what:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis now almost a year since he requested<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To travel countries for experience;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I furnished him with coin, bills of exchange,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Letters of credit, men to wait on him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Solicited my friends in Italy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well to respect him. But to see the end:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scant had he journeyed through half Germany,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all his coin was spent, his men cast off,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His bills embezzled,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> and my jolly coz,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ashamed to show his bankrupt presence here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Became a shoemaker in Wittenberg,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A goodly science for a gentleman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of such descent! Now judge the rest by this:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suppose your daughter have a thousand pound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He did consume me more in one half year;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make him heir to all the wealth you have,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One twelvemonth’s rioting will waste it all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then seek, my lord, some honest citizen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wed your daughter to.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent14">I thank your lordship.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">(<i>Aside</i>) Well, fox, I understand your subtilty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As for your nephew, let your lordship’s eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But watch his actions, and you need not fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I have sent my daughter far enough.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet your cousin Rowland might do well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now he hath learned an occupation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet I scorn to call him son-in-law.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Ay, but I have a better trade for him:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thank his grace, he hath appointed him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chief colonel of all those companies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mustered in London and the shires about,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To serve his highness in those wars of France.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">See where he comes!&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lovell</span>, <span class="smcap">Lacy</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Askew</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i22">Lovell, what news with you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lovell.</i> My Lord of Lincoln, ’tis his highness’ will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That presently your cousin ship for France<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all his powers; he would not for a million,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they should land at Dieppe within four days.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Go certify his grace, it shall be done.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lovell</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, cousin Lacy, in what forwardness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are all your companies?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i>      <span class="indent17">All well prepared.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The men of Hertfordshire lie at Mile-end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suffolk and Essex train in Tothill-fields,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Londoners and those of Middlesex,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All gallantly prepared in Finsbury,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With frolic spirits long for their parting hour.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> They have their imprest,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> coats, and furniture;<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, if it please your cousin Lacy come<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the Guildhall, he shall receive his pay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And twenty pounds besides my brethren<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will freely give him, to approve our loves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We bear unto my lord, your uncle here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> I thank your honour.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent19">Thanks, my good lord mayor.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> At the Guildhall we will expect your coming.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> To approve your loves to me? No subtilty!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nephew, that twenty pound he doth bestow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For joy to rid you from his daughter Rose.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, cousins both, now here are none but friends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not have you cast an amorous eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon so mean a project as the love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a gay, wanton, painted citizen.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I know, this churl even in the height of scorn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth hate the mixture of his blood with thine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray thee, do thou so! Remember, coz,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What honourable fortunes wait on thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Increase the king’s love, which so brightly shines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gilds thy hopes. I have no heir but thee,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet not thee, if with a wayward spirit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou start from the true bias of my love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> My lord, I will for honour, not desire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of land or livings, or to be your heir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So guide my actions in pursuit of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As shall add glory to the Lacys’ name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Coz, for those words here’s thirty Portuguese<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, nephew Askew, there’s a few for you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fair Honour, in her loftiest eminence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stays in France for you, till you fetch her thence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, nephews, clap swift wings on your designs:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Begone, begone, make haste to the Guildhall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There presently I’ll meet you. Do not stay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where honour beckons, shame attends delay.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Askew.</i> How gladly would your uncle have you gone!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> True, coz, but I’ll o’erreach his policies.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have some serious business for three days,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which nothing but my presence can dispatch.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You, therefore, cousin, with the companies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall haste to Dover; there I’ll meet with you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or, if I stay past my prefixèd time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away for France; we’ll meet in Normandy.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The twenty pounds my lord mayor gives to me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You shall receive, and these ten Portuguese,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Part of mine uncle’s thirty. Gentle coz,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have care to our great charge; I know, your wisdom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath tried itself in higher consequence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Askew.</i> Coz, all myself am yours: yet have this care,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lodge in London with all secrecy;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Our uncle Lincoln hath, besides his own,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a jealous eye, that in your face<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stares only to watch means for your disgrace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Stay, cousin, who be these?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Simon Eyre</span>, <span class="smcap">Margery</span> <i>his wife</i>, <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>,
<span class="smcap">Jane</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Ralph</span> <i>with a pair of shoes</i>.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Leave whining, leave whining! Away with this
whimpering, this puling, these blubbering tears, and these
wet eyes! I’ll get thy husband discharged, I warrant
thee, sweet Jane; go to!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Master, here be the captains.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Hodge; hush, ye knave, hush!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Here be the cavaliers and the colonels, master.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Firk; peace, my fine Firk! Stand by
with your pishery-pashery,<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> away! I am a man of the
best presence; I’ll speak to them, an they were Popes.&mdash;Gentlemen,
captains, colonels, commanders! Brave
men, brave leaders, may it please you to give me audience.
I am Simon Eyre, the mad shoemaker of Tower Street;
this wench with the mealy mouth that will never tire, is
my wife, I can tell you; here’s Hodge, my man and my
foreman; here’s Firk, my fine firking journeyman, and
this is blubbered Jane. All we come to be suitors for
this honest Ralph. Keep him at home, and as I am a
true shoemaker and a gentleman of the gentle craft,
buy spurs yourselves, and I’ll find ye boots these seven
years.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Seven years, husband?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, midriff, peace! I know what I do.
Peace!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Truly, master cormorant, you shall do God good
service to let Ralph and his wife stay together. She’s a
young new-married woman; if you take her husband away<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
from her a night, you undo her; she may beg in the day-time;
for he’s as good a workman at a prick and an awl,
as any is in our trade.</p>

<p><i>Jane.</i> O let him stay, else I shall be undone.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Ay, truly, she shall be laid at one side like a
pair of old shoes else, and be occupied for no use.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Truly, my friends, it lies not in my power:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Londoners are pressed, paid, and set forth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By the lord mayor; I cannot change a man.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Why, then you were as good be a corporal as a
colonel, if you cannot discharge one good fellow; and I
tell you true, I think you do more than you can answer,
to press a man within a year and a day of his marriage.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Well said, melancholy Hodge; gramercy, my
fine foreman.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Truly, gentlemen, it were ill done for such as
you, to stand so stiffly against a poor young wife, considering
her case, she is new-married, but let that pass:
I pray, deal not roughly with her; her husband is a
young man, and but newly entered, but let that pass.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Away with your pishery-pashery, your pols and
your edipols!<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> Peace, midriff; silence, Cicely Bumtrinket!
Let your head speak.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, and the horns too, master.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Too soon, my fine Firk, too soon! Peace, scoundrels!
See you this man? Captains, you will not
release him? Well, let him go; he’s a proper shot; let
him vanish! Peace, Jane, dry up thy tears, they’ll make
his powder dankish. Take him, brave men; Hector of
Troy was an hackney to him, Hercules and Termagant<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a>
scoundrels, Prince Arthur’s Round-table&mdash;by the Lord of
Ludgate<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a>&mdash;ne’er fed such a tall, such a dapper swordsman;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
by the life of Pharaoh, a brave, resolute swordsman!
Peace, Jane! I say no more, mad knaves.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> See, see, Hodge, how my master raves in commendation
of Ralph!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Ralph, th’art a gull, by this hand, an thou
goest not.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Askew.</i> I am glad, good Master Eyre, it is my hap<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To meet so resolute a soldier.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust me, for your report and love to him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A common slight regard shall not respect him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Is thy name Ralph?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i>      <span class="indent19">Yes, sir.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i>      <span class="indent29">Give me thy hand;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt not want, as I am a gentleman.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Woman, be patient; God, no doubt, will send<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy husband safe again; but he must go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His country’s quarrel says it shall be so.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Th’art a gull, by my stirrup, if thou dost not go.
I will not have thee strike thy gimlet into these weak
vessels; prick thine enemies, Ralph.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> My lord, your uncle on the Tower-hill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stays with the lord mayor and the aldermen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And doth request you with all speed you may,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hasten thither.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Askew.</i>      <span class="indent11">Cousin, let’s go.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Dodger, run you before, tell them we come.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Dodger is mine uncle’s parasite,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The arrant’st varlet that e’er breathed on earth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sets more discord in a noble house<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By one day’s broaching of his pickthank tales,<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than can be salved again in twenty years,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he, I fear, shall go with us to France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pry into our actions.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Askew.</i>      <span class="indent17">Therefore, coz,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It shall behove you to be circumspect.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Fear not, good cousin.&mdash;Ralph, hie to your colours.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> I must, because there’s no remedy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, gentle master and my loving dame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As you have always been a friend to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So in mine absence think upon my wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Alas, my Ralph.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Marg.</i> She cannot speak for weeping.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, you cracked groats,<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> you mustard tokens,<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a>
disquiet not the brave soldier. Go thy ways, Ralph!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Ay, ay, you bid him go; what shall I do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he is gone?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Why, be doing with me or my fellow Hodge; be
not idle.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Let me see thy hand, Jane. This fine hand,
this white hand, these pretty fingers must spin, must
card, must work; work, you bombast-cotton-candle-quean;<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a>
work for your living, with a pox to you.&mdash;Hold
thee, Ralph, here’s five sixpences for thee; fight for the
honour of the gentle craft, for the gentlemen shoemakers,
the courageous cordwainers, the flower of St. Martin’s, the
mad knaves of Bedlam, Fleet Street, Tower Street and
Whitechapel; crack me the crowns of the French knaves; a
pox on them, crack them; fight, by the Lord of Ludgate;
fight, my fine boy!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Here, Ralph, here’s three twopences: two
carry into France, the third shall wash our souls at parting,
for sorrow is dry. For my sake, firk the <i>Basa mon
cues</i>.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Ralph, I am heavy at parting; but here’s a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
shilling for thee. God send thee to cram thy slops with
French crowns, and thy enemies’ bellies with bullets.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> I thank you, master, and I thank you all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, gentle wife, my loving lovely Jane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rich men, at parting, give their wives rich gifts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jewels and rings, to grace their lily hands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou know’st our trade makes rings for women’s heels:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here take this pair of shoes, cut out by Hodge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stitched by my fellow Firk, seamed by myself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made up and pinked with letters for thy name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wear them, my dear Jane, for thy husband’s sake;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every morning, when thou pull’st them on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Remember me, and pray for my return.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make much of them; for I have made them so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I can know them from a thousand mo.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Drum sounds. Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span>, <i>the <span class="antiqua">Earl</span> of</i>
<span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>, <span class="smcap">Lacy</span>, <span class="smcap">Askew</span>, <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>, <i>and <span class="antiqua">Soldiers</span>.
They pass over the stage</i>; <span class="smcap">Ralph</span> <i>falls in amongst
them</i>; <span class="smcap">Firk</span> <i>and the rest cry <span class="antiqua">“Farewell,” etc.</span>, and
so exeunt</i>.</p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE SECOND.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Garden at Old Ford.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>alone, making a garland</i>.</p>



<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt016b.png" width="148" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Rose.</span> Here sit thou down upon this flow’ry bank,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make a garland for thy Lacy’s head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These pinks, these roses, and these violets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These blushing gilliflowers, these marigolds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fair embroidery of his coronet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Carry not half such beauty in their cheeks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the sweet countenance of my Lacy doth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O my most unkind father! O my stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why lowered you so at my nativity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make me love, yet live robbed of my love?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here as a thief am I imprisonëd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For my dear Lacy’s sake within those walls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which by my father’s cost were builded up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For better purposes; here must I languish<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For him that doth as much lament, I know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine absence, as for him I pine in woe.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</p>


<p><i>Sybil.</i> Good morrow, young mistress. I am sure you
make that garland for me; against I shall be Lady of the
Harvest.</p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Sybil, what news at London?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> None but good; my lord mayor, your father,
and master Philpot, your uncle, and Master Scot, your
cousin, and Mistress Frigbottom by Doctors’ Commons,
do all, by my troth, send you most hearty commendations.</p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Did Lacy send kind greetings to his love?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> O yes, out of cry, by my troth. I scant knew
him; here ’a wore a scarf; and here a scarf, here a
bunch of feathers, and here precious stones and jewels,
and a pair of garters,&mdash;O, monstrous! like one of our
yellow silk curtains at home here in Old Ford house,
here in Master Belly-mount’s chamber. I stood at our
door in Cornhill, looked at him, he at me indeed, spake
to him, but he not to me, not a word; marry go-up,
thought I, with a wanion!<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> He passed by me as proud&mdash;Marry
foh! are you grown humorous, thought I; and so
shut the door, and in I came.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> O Sybil, how dost thou my Lacy wrong!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Rowland is as gentle as a lamb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No dove was ever half so mild as he.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Mild? yea, as a bushel of stamped crabs.<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> He
looked upon me as sour as verjuice. Go thy ways,
thought I; thou may’st be much in my gaskins,<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> but nothing
in my nether-stocks. This is your fault, mistress,
to love him that loves not you; he thinks scorn to do as
he’s done to; but if I were as you, I’d cry: Go by,
Jeronimo, go by!<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I’d set mine old debts against my new driblets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the hare’s foot against the goose giblets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For if ever I sigh, when sleep I should take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray God I may lose my maidenhead when I wake.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Will my love leave me then, and go to France?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> I know not that, but I am sure I see him stalk
before the soldiers. By my troth, he is a proper man;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
but he is proper that proper doth. Let him go snick-up,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a>
young mistress.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Get thee to London, and learn perfectly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether my Lacy go to France, or no.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do this, and I will give thee for thy pains<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My cambric apron and my Romish gloves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My purple stockings and a stomacher.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say, wilt thou do this, Sybil, for my sake?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Will I, quoth a? At whose suit? By my troth,
yes I’ll go. A cambric apron, gloves, a pair of purple
stockings, and a stomacher! I’ll sweat in purple, mistress,
for you; I’ll take anything that comes a God’s
name. O rich! a cambric apron! Faith, then have at
‘up tails all.’ I’ll go jiggy-joggy to London, and be here
in a trice, young mistress.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Do so, good Sybil. Meantime wretched I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will sit and sigh for his lost company.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>A Street in London.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lacy</span>, <i>disguised as a Dutch Shoemaker</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> How many shapes have gods and kings devised,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thereby to compass their desired loves!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is no shame for Rowland Lacy, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To clothe his cunning with the gentle craft,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, thus disguised, I may unknown possess<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The only happy presence of my Rose.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For her have I forsook my charge in France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Incurred the king’s displeasure, and stirred up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rough hatred in mine uncle Lincoln’s breast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O love, how powerful art thou, that canst change<br /></span>
<span class="i0">High birth to baseness, and a noble mind<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To the mean semblance of a shoemaker!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thus it must be. For her cruel father,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hating the single union of our souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has secretly conveyed my Rose from London,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bar me of her presence; but I trust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune and this disguise will further me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once more to view her beauty, gain her sight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here in Tower Street with Eyre the shoemaker<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mean I a while to work; I know the trade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I learnt it when I was in Wittenberg.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then cheer thy hoping spirits, be not dismayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst not want: do Fortune what she can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gentle craft is living for a man.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>An open Yard before</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>, <i>making himself ready</i>.<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a></p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> Where be these boys, these girls, these drabs,
these scoundrels? They wallow in the fat brewiss<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> of my
bounty, and lick up the crumbs of my table, yet will not
rise to see my walks cleansed. Come out, you powder-beef<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a>
queans! What, Nan! what, Madge Mumble-crust.
Come out, you fat midriff-swag-belly-whores, and sweep
me these kennels that the noisome stench offend not
the noses of my neighbours. What, Firk, I say; what,
Hodge! Open my shop-windows! What, Firk, I say!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span>.</p>


<p><i>Firk.</i> O master, is’t you that speak bandog<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> and Bed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>lam
this morning? I was in a dream, and mused what
madman was got into the street so early; have you
drunk this morning that your throat is so clear?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Ah, well said, Firk; well said, Firk. To work,
my fine knave, to work! Wash thy face, and thou’lt be
more blest.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Let them wash my face that will eat it. Good
master, send for a souse-wife,<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> if you’ll have my face
cleaner.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>.</p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> Away, sloven! avaunt, scoundrel!&mdash;Good-morrow,
Hodge; good-morrow, my fine foreman.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> O master, good-morrow; y’are an early stirrer.
Here’s a fair morning.&mdash;Good-morrow, Firk, I could have
slept this hour. Here’s a brave day towards.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Eyre.</i> Oh, haste to work, my fine foreman, haste to work.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Master, I am dry as dust to hear my fellow
Roger talk of fair weather; let us pray for good leather,
and let clowns and ploughboys and those that work in
the fields pray for brave days. We work in a dry shop;
what care I if it rain?</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Margery</span>.</p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> How now, Dame Margery, can you see to rise?
Trip and go, call up the drabs, your maids.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> See to rise? I hope ’tis time enough, ’tis early
enough for any woman to be seen abroad. I marvel how
many wives in Tower Street are up so soon. Gods me,
’tis not noon,&mdash;here’s a yawling!<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Margery, peace! Where’s Cicely Bumtrinket,
your maid? She has a privy fault, she farts in
her sleep. Call the quean up; if my men want shoe-thread,
I’ll swinge her in a stirrup.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yet, that’s but a dry beating; here’s still a sign
of drought.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lacy</span> <i>disguised, singing</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<i><span class="i0">Lacy. Der was een bore van Gelderland<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frolick sie byen;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was als dronck he cold nyet stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upsolce sie byen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tap eens de canneken,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drincke, schone mannekin.<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br /></span></i>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Master, for my life, yonder’s a brother of the
gentle craft; if he bear not Saint Hugh’s bones,<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> I’ll forfeit
my bones; he’s some uplandish workman: hire him,
good master, that I may learn some gibble-gabble; ’twill
make us work the faster.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Firk! A hard world! Let him pass,
let him vanish; we have journeymen enow. Peace, my
fine Firk!</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Nay, nay, y’are best follow your man’s counsel;
you shall see what will come on’t: we have not men
enow, but we must entertain every butter-box; but let
that pass.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Dame, ’fore God, if my master follow your
counsel, he’ll consume little beef. He shall be glad of
men, and he can catch them.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Ay, that he shall.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> ’Fore God, a proper man, and I warrant, a fine
workman. Master, farewell; dame, adieu; if such a
man as he cannot find work, Hodge is not for you.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Offers to go.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Stay, my fine Hodge.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Faith, an your foreman go, dame, you must take
a journey to seek a new journeyman; if Roger remove,
Firk follows. If Saint Hugh’s bones shall not be set a-work,
I may prick mine awl in the walls, and go play.
Fare ye well, master; good-bye, dame.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Tarry, my fine Hodge, my brisk foreman!
Stay, Firk! Peace, pudding-broth! By the Lord of
Ludgate, I love my men as my life. Peace, you gallimafry<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a>
Hodge, if he want work, I’ll hire him. One of
you to him; stay,&mdash;he comes to us.</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>Goeden dach, meester, ende u vro oak.</i><a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nails, if I should speak after him without drinking,
I should choke. And you, friend Oake, are you of
the gentle craft?</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw, ik bin den skomawker.</i><a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> <i>Den skomaker</i>, quoth a! And hark you, <i>skomaker</i>,
have you all your tools, a good rubbing-pin, a
good stopper, a good dresser, your four sorts of awls, and
your two balls of wax, your paring knife, your hand- and
thumb-leathers, and good St. Hugh’s bones to smooth up
your work?</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw; be niet vorveard. Ik hab all de dingen
voour mack skooes groot and cleane.</i><a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Ha, ha! Good master, hire him; he’ll make
me laugh so that I shall work more in mirth than I can
in earnest.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Hear ye, friend, have ye any skill in the mystery
of cordwainers?</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>Ik weet niet wat yow seg; ich verstaw you niet.</i><a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Why, thus, man: (<i>Imitating by gesture a shoemaker
at work</i>) <i>Ick verste u niet</i>, quoth a.</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw, yaw; ick can dat wel doen.</i><a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw!</i> He speaks yawing like a jackdaw
that gapes to be fed with cheese-curds. Oh, he’ll give a
villanous pull at a can of double-beer; but Hodge and
I have the vantage, we must drink first, because we are
the eldest journeymen.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> What is thy name?</p>

<p><i>Lacy.</i> Hans&mdash;Hans Meulter.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Give me thy hand; th’art welcome.&mdash;Hodge,
entertain him; Firk, bid him welcome; come, Hans.
Run, wife, bid your maids, your trullibubs,<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> make ready
my fine men’s breakfasts. To him, Hodge!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Hans, th’art welcome; use thyself friendly, for
we are good fellows; if not, thou shalt be fought with,
wert thou bigger than a giant.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, and drunk with, wert thou Gargantua. My
master keeps no cowards, I tell thee.&mdash;Ho, boy, bring
him an heel-block, here’s a new journeyman.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> Boy.</p>


<p><i>Lacy.</i> <i>O, ich wersto you; ich moet een halve dossen cans
betaelen; here, boy, nempt dis skilling, tap eens freelicke.</i><a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> Boy.</span></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Quick, snipper-snapper, away! Firk, scour thy
throat, thou shalt wash it with Castilian liquor.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> Boy.</p>


<p>Come, my last of the fives, give me a can. Have to thee,
Hans; here, Hodge; here, Firk; drink, you mad Greeks,
and work like true Trojans, and pray for Simon Eyre, the
shoemaker.&mdash;Here, Hans, and th’art welcome.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Lo, dame, you would have lost a good fellow
that will teach us to laugh. This beer came hopping in
well.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Simon, it is almost seven.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Is’t so, Dame Clapper-dudgeon?<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> Is’t seven a
clock, and my men’s breakfast not ready? Trip and go,
you soused conger,<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> away! Come, you mad hyperboreans;
follow me, Hodge; follow me, Hans; come
after, my fine Firk; to work, to work a while, and then
to breakfast!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Soft! <i>Yaw, yaw</i>, good Hans, though my
master have no more wit but to call you afore me, I am
not so foolish to go behind you, I being the elder journeyman.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>A Field near Old Ford.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Holloaing within. Enter <span class="antiqua">Master</span></i> <span class="smcap">Warner</span> <i>and
<span class="antiqua">Master</span></i> <span class="smcap">Hammon</span>, <i>attired as <span class="antiqua">Hunters</span></i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Cousin, beat every brake, the game’s not far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This way with wingèd feet he fled from death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst the pursuing hounds, scenting his steps,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Find out his highway to destruction.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, the miller’s boy told me even now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He saw him take soil,<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> and he holloaed him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Affirming him to have been so embost<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That long he could not hold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i>      <span class="indent21">If it be so,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis best we trace these meadows by Old Ford.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>A noise of <span class="antiqua">Hunters</span> within. Enter a <span class="antiqua">Boy</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Ham.</i> How now, boy? Where’s the deer? speak,
saw’st thou him?</p>

<p><i>Boy.</i> O yea; I saw him leap through a hedge, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
then over a ditch, then at my lord mayor’s pale, over he
skipped me, and in he went me, and “holla” the hunters
cried, and “there, boy; there, boy!” But there he is,
’a mine honesty.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Boy, God amercy. Cousin, let’s away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope we shall find better sport to-day.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<h4>SCENE V.&mdash;<i>Another part of the Field.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Hunting within. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</p>


<p><i>Rose.</i> Why, Sybil, wilt thou prove a forester?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Upon some, no; forester, go by; no, faith,
mistress. The deer came running into the barn through
the orchard and over the pale; I wot well, I looked as
pale as a new cheese to see him. But whip, says Goodman
Pin-close, up with his flail, and our Nick with a
prong, and down he fell, and they upon him, and I upon
them. By my troth, we had such sport; and in the end
we ended him; his throat we cut, flayed him, unhorned
him, and my lord mayor shall eat of him anon, when he
comes.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Horns sound within.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Hark, hark, the hunters come; y’are best take heed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’ll have a saying to you for this deed.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> Master <span class="smcap">Hammon</span>, Master <span class="smcap">Warner</span>, Huntsmen,
<i>and</i> Boy.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> God save you, fair ladies.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i>      <span class="indent25">Ladies! O gross!<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> Came not a buck this way?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent27">No, but two does.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> And which way went they? Faith, we’ll hunt at those.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> At those? upon some, no: when, can you tell?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> Upon some, ay?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i>      <span class="indent15">Good Lord!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i>      <span class="indent26">Wounds! Then farewell!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Boy, which way went he?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i>      <span class="indent26">This way, sir, he ran.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> This way he ran indeed, fair Mistress Rose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our game was lately in your orchard seen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> Can you advise, which way he took his flight?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> Follow your nose; his horns will guide you right.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> Th’art a mad wench.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i>      <span class="indent19"> O, rich!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent29">Trust me, not I.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is not like that the wild forest-deer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would come so near to places of resort;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are deceived, he fled some other way.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> Which way, my sugar-candy, can you shew?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> Come up, good honeysops, upon some, no.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Why do you stay, and not pursue your game?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> I’ll hold my life, their hunting-nags be lame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> A deer more dear is found within this place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> But not the deer, sir, which you had in chase.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I chased the deer, but this dear chaseth me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> The strangest hunting that ever I see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But where’s your park?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>She offers to go away.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent17">’Tis here: O stay!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Impale me, and then I will not stray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> They wrangle, wench; we are more kind than they.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> What kind of hart is that dear heart, you seek?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Warn.</i> A hart, dear heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Who ever saw the like?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> To lose your heart, is’t possible you can?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> My heart is lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent18">Alack, good gentleman!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> This poor lost hart would I wish you might find.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> You, by such luck, might prove your hart a hind.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Why, Luck had horns, so have I heard some say.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Now, God, an’t be his will, send Luck into your way.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span> <i>and</i> Servants.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> What, Master Hammon? Welcome to Old Ford!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i> Gods pittikins, hands off, sir! Here’s my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I hear you had ill luck, and lost your game.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> ’Tis true, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent15">I am sorry for the same.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What gentleman is this?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent18">My brother-in-law.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Y’are welcome both; sith Fortune offers you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into my hands, you shall not part from hence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until you have refreshed your wearied limbs.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go, Sybil, cover the board! You shall be guest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To no good cheer, but even a hunter’s feast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I thank your lordship.&mdash;Cousin, on my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For our lost venison I shall find a wife.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> In, gentlemen; I’ll not be absent long.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Hammon is a proper gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A citizen by birth, fairly allied;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How fit an husband were he for my girl!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, I will in, and do the best I can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To match my daughter to this gentleman.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lacy</span> <i>otherwise</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, Skipper, <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt028b.png" width="148" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi"><span class="smcap">Skip.</span> <i>Ick sal yow wat seggen, Hans; dis
skip, dot comen from Candy, is al vol,
by Got’s sacrament, van sugar, civet,
almonds, cambrick, end alle dingen, towsand
towsand ding. Nempt it, Hans,
nempt it vor v meester. Daer be de
bils van laden. Your meester Simon Eyre sal hae good
copen. Wat seggen yow, Hans?</i><a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> <i>Wat seggen de reggen de copen, slopen</i>&mdash;laugh,
Hodge, laugh!</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Mine liever broder Firk, bringt Meester Eyre tot
det signe vn Swannekin; daer sal yow finde dis skipper end
me. Wat seggen yow, broder Firk? Doot it, Hodge.</i><a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a>
Come, skipper.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Bring him, quoth you? Here’s no knavery, to
bring my master to buy a ship worth the lading of two or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
three hundred thousand pounds. Alas, that’s nothing;
a trifle, a bauble, Hodge.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> The truth is, Firk, that the merchant owner of
the ship dares not shew his head, and therefore this
skipper that deals for him, for the love he bears to Hans,
offers my master Eyre a bargain in the commodities.
He shall have a reasonable day of payment; he may
sell the wares by that time, and be an huge gainer
himself.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, but can my fellow Hans lend my master
twenty porpentines as an earnest penny?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Portuguese,<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> thou wouldst say; here they be,
Firk; hark, they jingle in my pocket like St. Mary
Overy’s bells.<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Margery</span>.</p>


<p><i>Firk.</i> Mum, here comes my dame and my master.
She’ll scold, on my life, for loitering this Monday; but
all’s one, let them all say what they can, Monday’s our
holiday.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Marg.</i> You sing, Sir Sauce, but I beshrew your heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fear, for this your singing we shall smart.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Smart for me, dame; why, dame, why?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Master, I hope you’ll not suffer my dame to
take down your journeymen.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> If she take me down, I’ll take her up; yea, and
take her down too, a button-hole lower.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Firk; not I, Hodge; by the life of
Pharaoh, by the Lord of Ludgate, by this beard, every
hair whereof I value at a king’s ransom, she shall not
meddle with you.&mdash;Peace, you bombast-cotton-candle-quean;
away, queen of clubs; quarrel not with me and my
men, with me and my fine Firk; I’ll firk you, if you do.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Yea, yea, man, you may use me as you please;
but let that pass.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Let it pass, let it vanish away; peace! Am I
not Simon Eyre? Are not these my brave men, brave
shoemakers, all gentlemen of the gentle craft? Prince
am I none, yet am I nobly born, as being the sole son of
a shoemaker. Away, rubbish! vanish, melt; melt like
kitchen-stuff.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Yea, yea, ’tis well; I must be called rubbish,
kitchen-stuff, for a sort of knaves.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nay, dame, you shall not weep and wail in woe
for me. Master, I’ll stay no longer; here’s an inventory
of my shop-tools. Adieu, master; Hodge, farewell.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Nay, stay, Firk; thou shalt not go alone.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> I pray, let them go; there be more maids than
Mawkin, more men than Hodge, and more fools than
Firk.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Fools? Nails! if I tarry now, I would my guts
might be turned to shoe-thread.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> And if I stay, I pray God I may be turned to
a Turk, and set in Finsbury<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> for boys to shoot at.&mdash;Come,
Firk.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Stay, my fine knaves, you arms of my trade, you
pillars of my profession. What, shall a tittle-tattle’s words
make you forsake Simon Eyre?&mdash;Avaunt, kitchen-stuff!
Rip, you brown-bread Tannikin;<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> out of my sight!
Move me not! Have not I ta’en you from selling tripes in
Eastcheap, and set you in my shop, and made you hail-fellow
with Simon Eyre, the shoemaker? And now do
you deal thus with my journeymen? Look, you powder-beef-quean,
on the face of Hodge, here’s a face for a
lord.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> And here’s a face for any lady in Christendom.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Rip, you chitterling, avaunt! Boy, bid the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
tapster of the Boar’s Head fill me a dozen cans of beer
for my journeymen.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> A dozen cans? O, brave! Hodge, now I’ll stay.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> (<i>In a low voice to the</i> Boy). An the knave fills
any more than two, he pays for them. (<i>Exit</i> Boy.
<i>Aloud.</i>) A dozen cans of beer for my journeymen. (<i>Re-enter</i>
Boy.) Here, you mad Mesopotamians, wash your
livers with this liquor. Where be the odd ten? No
more, Madge, no more.&mdash;Well said. Drink and to work!&mdash;What
work dost thou, Hodge? what work?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> I am a making a pair of shoes for my lord
mayor’s daughter, Mistress Rose.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> And I a pair of shoes for Sybil, my lord’s maid.
I deal with her.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Sybil? Fie, defile not thy fine workmanly
fingers with the feet of kitchenstuff and basting-ladles.
Ladies of the court, fine ladies, my lads, commit their
feet to our apparelling; put gross work to Hans. Yark
and seam, yark and seam!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> For yarking and seaming let me alone, an I come
to’t.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Well, master, all this is from the bias.<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> Do you
remember the ship my fellow Hans told you of? The
skipper and he are both drinking at the Swan. Here be
the Portuguese to give earnest. If you go through with
it, you cannot choose but be a lord at least.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nay, dame, if my master prove not a lord, and
you a lady, hang me.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Yea, like enough, if you may loiter and tipple thus.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Tipple, dame? No, we have been bargaining
with Skellum Skanderbag:<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> can you Dutch spreaken for
a ship of silk Cyprus, laden with sugar-candy.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p><p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Boy</span> with a velvet coat and an Alderman’s gown.</i>
<span class="smcap">Eyre</span> <i>puts them on</i>.</p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Firk; silence, Tittle-tattle! Hodge, I’ll
go through with it. Here’s a seal-ring, and I have sent
for a guarded gown<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> and a damask cassock. See where
it comes; look here, Maggy; help me, Firk; apparel me,
Hodge; silk and satin, you mad Philistines, silk and
satin.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Ha, ha, my master will be as proud as a dog in
a doublet, all in beaten<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> damask and velvet.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Softly, Firk, for rearing<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> of the nap, and wearing
threadbare my garments. How dost thou like me,
Firk? How do I look, my fine Hodge?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Why, now you look like yourself, master. I
warrant you, there’s few in the city, but will give you the
wall, and come upon you with the right worshipful.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nails, my master looks like a threadbare cloak
new turned and dressed. Lord, Lord, to see what good
raiment doth! Dame, dame, are you not enamoured?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> How say’st thou, Maggy, am I not brisk? Am
I not fine?</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Fine? By my troth, sweetheart, very fine! By
my troth, I never liked thee so well in my life, sweetheart;
but let that pass. I warrant, there be many women in the
city have not such handsome husbands, but only for their
apparel; but let that pass too.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span> <i>and</i> Skipper.</p>


<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Godden day, mester. Dis be de skipper dat heb
de skip van marchandice; de commodity ben good; nempt
it, master, nempt it.</i><a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Godamercy, Hans; welcome, skipper. Where
lies this ship of merchandise?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Skip.</i> <i>De skip ben in revere; dor be van Sugar, cyvet,
almonds, cambrick, and a towsand towsand tings, gotz sacrament;
nempt it, mester: ye sal heb good copen.</i><a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> To him, master! O sweet master! O sweet
wares! Prunes, almonds, sugar-candy, carrot-roots, turnips,
O brave fatting meat! Let not a man buy a nutmeg
but yourself.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Firk! Come, skipper, I’ll go aboard with
you.&mdash;Hans, have you made him drink?</p>

<p><i>Skip.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw, ic heb veale gedrunck.</i><a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Come, Hans, follow me. Skipper, thou shalt
have my countenance in the city.       <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> <i>Yaw, heb veale gedrunck</i>, quoth a. They may well
be called butter-boxes, when they drink fat veal and thick
beer too. But come, dame, I hope you’ll chide us no
more.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> No, faith, Firk; no, perdy,<a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> Hodge. I do feel
honour creep upon me, and which is more, a certain
rising in my flesh; but let that pass.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Rising in your flesh do you feel, say you? Ay,
you may be with child, but why should not my master
feel a rising in his flesh, having a gown and a gold ring
on? But you are such a shrew, you’ll soon pull him
down.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Ha, ha! prithee, peace! Thou mak’st my
worship laugh; but let that pass. Come, I’ll go in;
Hodge, prithee, go before me; Firk, follow me.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Firk doth follow: Hodge, pass out in state.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>London: a Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Lincoln’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> the <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> How now, good Dodger, what’s the news in France?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> My lord, upon the eighteenth day of May<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The French and English were prepared to fight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each side with eager fury gave the sign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a most hot encounter. Five long hours<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both armies fought together; at the length<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lot of victory fell on our side.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twelve thousand of the Frenchmen that day died,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Four thousand English, and no man of name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Captain Hyam and young Ardington,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two gallant gentlemen, I knew them well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> But Dodger, prithee, tell me, in this fight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How did my cousin Lacy bear himself?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> My lord, your cousin Lacy was not there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Not there?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>      <span class="indent13">No, my good lord.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent29">Sure, thou mistakest.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I saw him shipped, and a thousand eyes beside<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were witnesses of the farewells which he gave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I, with weeping eyes, bid him adieu.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dodger, take heed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>      <span class="indent10">My lord, I am advised,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That what I spake is true: to prove it so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His cousin Askew, that supplied his place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sent me for him from France, that secretly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He might convey himself thither.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent22">Is’t even so?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dares he so carelessly venture his life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the indignation of a king?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has he despised my love, and spurned those favours<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I with prodigal hand poured on his head?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall repent his rashness with his soul;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Since of my love he makes no estimate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll make him wish he had not known my hate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast no other news?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>      <span class="indent16">None else, my lord.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> None worse I know thou hast.&mdash;Procure the king<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To crown his giddy brows with ample honours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send him chief colonel, and all my hope<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus to be dashed! But ’tis in vain to grieve,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One evil cannot a worse relieve.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon my life, I have found out his plot;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That old dog, Love, that fawned upon him so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love to that puling girl, his fair-cheeked Rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lord mayor’s daughter, hath distracted him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the fire of that love’s lunacy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath he burnt up himself, consumed his credit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lost the king’s love, yea, and I fear, his life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only to get a wanton to his wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dodger, it is so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>         <span class="indent4">I fear so, my good lord.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> It is so&mdash;nay, sure it cannot be!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am at my wits’ end. Dodger!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>      <span class="indent20">Yea, my lord.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Thou art acquainted with my nephew’s haunts;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spend this gold for thy pains; go seek him out;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Watch at my lord mayor’s&mdash;there if he live,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dodger, thou shalt be sure to meet with him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prithee, be diligent.&mdash;Lacy, thy name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lived once in honour, now ’tis dead in shame.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be circumspect.       <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i>      <span class="indent7">I warrant you, my lord.       <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span><br /></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>London: a Room in the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span> <i>and</i> Master <span class="smcap">Scott</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Good Master Scott, I have been bold with you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be a witness to a wedding-knot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Betwixt young Master Hammon and my daughter.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, stand aside; see where the lovers come.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Master Hammon</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Can it be possible you love me so?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No, no, within those eyeballs I espy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Apparent likelihoods of flattery.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray now, let go my hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Sweet Mistress Rose,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my affection, whose devoted soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swears that I love thee dearer than my heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> As dear as your own heart? I judge it right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men love their hearts best when th’are out of sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I love you, by this hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent25">Yet hands off now!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If flesh be frail, how weak and frail’s your vow!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Then by my life I swear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent26">Then do not brawl;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">One quarrel loseth wife and life and all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is not your meaning thus?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent15">In faith, you jest.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Love loves to sport; therefore leave love, y’are best.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> What? square they, Master Scott?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Scott.</i>      <span class="indent36">Sir, never doubt,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lovers are quickly in, and quickly out.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Sweet Rose, be not so strange in fancying me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, never turn aside, shun not my sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am not grown so fond, to fond<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> my love<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
<span class="i0">On any that shall quit it with disdain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you will love me, so&mdash;if not, farewell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Why, how now, lovers, are you both agreed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Yes, faith, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent17">’Tis well, give me your hand.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give me yours, daughter.&mdash;How now, both pull back!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What means this, girl?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent16">I mean to live a maid.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> But not to die one; pause, ere that be said.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Will you still cross me, still be obstinate?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Nay, chide her not, my lord, for doing well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If she can live an happy virgin’s life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis far more blessed than to be a wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Say, sir, I cannot: I have made a vow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whoever be my husband, ’tis not you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Your tongue is quick; but Master Hammon, know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I bade you welcome to another end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> What, would you have me pule and pine and pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With ‘lovely lady,’ ‘mistress of my heart,’<br /></span>
<span class="i0">‘Pardon your servant,’ and the rhymer play,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Railing on Cupid and his tyrant’s-dart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or shall I undertake some martial spoil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wearing your glove at tourney and at tilt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell how many gallants I unhorsed&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet, will this pleasure you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent22"> Yea, when wilt begin?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What, love rhymes, man? Fie on that deadly sin!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> If you will have her, I’ll make her agree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Enforced love is worse than hate to me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(<i>Aside.</i>) There is a wench keeps shop in the Old Change,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To her will I; it is not wealth I seek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have enough, and will prefer her love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before the world.&mdash;(<i>Aloud.</i>) My good lord mayor, adieu.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old love for me, I have no luck with new.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Now, mammet,<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> you have well behaved yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you shall curse your coyness if I live.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who’s within there? See you convey your mistress<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Straight to th’Old Ford! I’ll keep you straight enough.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fore God, I would have sworn the puling girl<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would willingly accepted Hammon’s love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But banish him, my thoughts!&mdash;Go, minion, in!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now tell me, Master Scott, would you have thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Master Simon Eyre, the shoemaker,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had been of wealth to buy such merchandise?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Scott.</i> ’Twas well, my lord, your honour and myself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grew partners with him; for your bills of lading<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shew that Eyre’s gains in one commodity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rise at the least to full three thousand pound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides like gain in other merchandise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Well, he shall spend some of his thousands now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I have sent for him to the Guildhall.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">See, where he comes.&mdash;Good morrow, Master Eyre.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Eyre.</i> Poor Simon Eyre, my lord, your shoemaker.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Well, well, it likes yourself to term you so.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, Master Dodger, what’s the news with you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> I’d gladly speak in private to your honour.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> You shall, you shall.&mdash;Master Eyre and Master Scott,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have some business with this gentleman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray, let me entreat you to walk before<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the Guildhall; I’ll follow presently.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Master Eyre, I hope ere noon to call you sheriff.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Eyre.</i> I would not care, my lord, if you might call me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King of Spain.&mdash;Come, Master Scott.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Scott</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Now, Master Dodger, what’s the news you bring?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> The Earl of Lincoln by me greets your lordship,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And earnestly requests you, if you can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inform him, where his nephew Lacy keeps.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Is not his nephew Lacy now in France?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> No, I assure your lordship, but disguised<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lurks here in London.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent11">London? is’t even so?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It may be; but upon my faith and soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know not where he lives, or whether he lives:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So tell my Lord of Lincoln.&mdash;Lurks in London?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, Master Dodger, you perhaps may start him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be but the means to rid him into France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll give you a dozen angels<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> for your pains:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So much I love his honour, hate his nephew.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, prithee, so inform thy lord from me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> I take my leave.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Farewell, good Master Dodger,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lacy in London? I dare pawn my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My daughter knows thereof, and for that cause<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Denied young Master Hammon in his love.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, I am glad I sent her to Old Ford.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gods Lord, ’tis late; to Guildhall I must hie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know my brethren stay my company.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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</div>


<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>London: a Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <span class="smcap">Margery</span>, <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.</p>


<p><i>Marg.</i> Thou goest too fast for me, Roger. O, Firk!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Firk.</i> Ay, forsooth.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> I pray thee, run&mdash;do you hear?&mdash;run to Guildhall,
and learn if my husband, Master Eyre, will take
that worshipful vocation of Master Sheriff upon him.
Hie thee, good Firk.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Take it? Well, I go; an’ he should not take it,
Firk swears to forswear him. Yes, forsooth, I go to
Guildhall.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Nay, when? thou art too compendious and
tedious.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> O rare, your excellence is full of eloquence;
how like a new cart-wheel my dame speaks, and she
looks like an old musty ale-bottle<a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> going to scalding.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Nay, when? thou wilt make me melancholy.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> God forbid your worship should fall into that
humour;&mdash;I run.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Let me see now, Roger and Hans.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Ay, forsooth, dame&mdash;mistress I should say, but
the old term so sticks to the roof of my mouth, I can
hardly lick it off.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Even what thou wilt, good Roger; dame is a
fair name for any honest Christian; but let that pass.
How dost thou, Hans?</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Mee tanck you, vro.</i><a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Well, Hans and Roger, you see, God hath
blest your master, and, perdy, if ever he comes to be
Master Sheriff of London&mdash;as we are all mortal&mdash;you
shall see, I will have some odd thing or other in a corner
for you: I will not be your back-friend; but let that
pass. Hans, pray thee, tie my shoe.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, ic sal, vro.</i><a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Roger, thou know’st the size of my foot; as it
is none of the biggest, so I thank God, it is handsome<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
enough; prithee, let me have a pair of shoes made, cork,
good Roger, wooden heel too.<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> You shall.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Art thou acquainted with never a farthingale-maker,
nor a French hood-maker? I must enlarge my
bum, ha, ha! How shall I look in a hood, I wonder!
Perdy,<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> oddly, I think.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> As a cat out of a pillory:<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> very well, I warrant
you, mistress.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Indeed, all flesh is grass; and, Roger, canst
thou tell where I may buy a good hair?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Yes, forsooth, at the poulterer’s in Gracious
Street.<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Thou art an ungracious wag; perdy, I mean a
false hair for my periwig.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Why, mistress, the next time I cut my beard, you
shall have the shavings of it; but they are all true hairs.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> It is very hot, I must get me a fan or else a
mask.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> So you had need to hide your wicked face.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Fie, upon it, how costly this world’s calling is;
perdy, but that it is one of the wonderful works of God,
I would not deal with it. Is not Firk come yet? Hans,
be not so sad, let it pass and vanish, as my husband’s
worship says.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Ick bin vrolicke, lot see yow soo.</i><a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Mistress, will you drink a pipe of tobacco?</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Oh, fie upon it, Roger, perdy! These filthy
tobacco-pipes are the most idle slavering baubles that
ever I felt. Out upon it! God bless us, men look not
like men that use them.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p><p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <i>lame</i>.</p>


<p><i>Roger.</i> What, fellow Ralph? Mistress, look here,
Jane’s husband! Why, how now, lame? Hans, make
much of him, he’s a brother of our trade, a good workman,
and a tall soldier.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> You be welcome, broder.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Perdy, I knew him not. How dost thou, good
Ralph? I am glad to see thee well.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> I would to God you saw me, dame, as well<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As when I went from London into France.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Trust me, I am sorry, Ralph, to see thee impotent.
Lord, how the wars have made him sunburnt!
The left leg is not well; ’twas a fair gift of God the infirmity
took not hold a little higher, considering thou
camest from France; but let that pass.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> I am glad to see you well, and I rejoice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hear that God hath blest my master so<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since my departure.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Yea, truly, Ralph, I thank my Maker; but let
that pass.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> And, sirrah Ralph, what news, what news in
France?</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Tell me, good Roger, first, what news in
England? How does my Jane? When didst thou see
my wife?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where lives my poor heart? She’ll be poor indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now I want limbs to get whereon to feed.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Limbs? Hast thou not hands, man? Thou
shalt never see a shoemaker want bread, though he have
but three fingers on a hand.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Yet all this while I hear not of my Jane.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> O Ralph, your wife,&mdash;perdy, we know not
what’s become of her. She was here a while, and because
she was married, grew more stately than became her; I
checked her, and so forth; away she flung, never returned,
nor said bye nor bah; and, Ralph, you know,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
“ka me, ka thee.”<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> And so, as I tell ye&mdash;&mdash;Roger, is
not Firk come yet?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> No, forsooth.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> And so, indeed, we heard not of her, but I hear
she lives in London; but let that pass. If she had
wanted, she might have opened her case to me or my
husband, or to any of my men; I am sure, there’s not
any of them, perdy, but would have done her good to
his power. Hans, look if Firk be come.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, ik sal, vro.</i><a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> And so, as I said&mdash;but, Ralph, why dost thou
weep? Thou knowest that naked we came out of our
mother’s womb, and naked we must return; and, therefore,
thank God for all things.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> No, faith, Jane is a stranger here; but, Ralph,
pull up a good heart, I know thou hast one. Thy wife,
man, is in London; one told me, he saw her a while ago
very brave and neat; we’ll ferret her out, an’ London hold
her.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Alas, poor soul, he’s overcome with sorrow; he
does but as I do, weep for the loss of any good thing.
But, Ralph, get thee in, call for some meat and drink,
thou shalt find me worshipful towards thee.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> I thank you, dame; since I want limbs and lands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll trust to God, my good friends, and my hands.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span> <i>running</i>.</p>


<p><i>Firk.</i> Run, good Hans! O Hodge, O mistress!
Hodge, heave up thine ears; mistress, smug up<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a> your
looks; on with your best apparel; my master is chosen,
my master is called, nay, condemned by the cry of the
country to be sheriff of the city for this famous year now
to come. And time now being, a great many men in
black gowns were asked for their voices and their hands<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
and my master had all their fists about his ears presently,
and they cried ‘Ay, ay, ay, ay,’&mdash;and so I came <span class="lock">away&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wherefore without all other grieve<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do salute you, Mistress Shrieve.<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, my mester is de groot man, de shrieve.</i></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Did not I tell you, mistress? Now I may
boldly say: Good-morrow to your worship.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Good-morrow, good Roger. I thank you, my
good people all.&mdash;Firk, hold up thy hand: here’s a threepenny
piece for thy tidings.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> ’Tis but three-half-pence, I think. Yes, ’tis
three-pence, I smell the rose.<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> But, mistress, be ruled by me, and do not speak
so pulingly.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> ’Tis her worship speaks so, and not she. No,
faith, mistress, speak me in the old key: ‘To it, Firk,’
‘there, good Firk,’ ‘ply your business, Hodge,’ ‘Hodge,
with a full mouth,’ ‘I’ll fill your bellies with good cheer,
till they cry twang.’</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span> <i>wearing a gold chain</i>.</p>


<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>See, myn liever broder, heer compt my meester.</i></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Welcome home, Master Shrieve; I pray God
continue you in health and wealth.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> See here, my Maggy, a chain, a gold chain for
Simon Eyre. I shall make thee a lady; here’s a French
hood for thee; on with it, on with it! dress thy brows
with this flap of a shoulder of mutton,<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> to make thee look
lovely. Where be my fine men? Roger, I’ll make over my
shop and tools to thee; Firk, thou shalt be the foreman;
Hans, thou shalt have an hundred for twenty.<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> Be as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
mad knaves as your master Sim Eyre hath been, and you
shall live to be Sheriffs of London.&mdash;How dost thou like
me, Margery? Prince am I none, yet am I princely born.
Firk, Hodge, and Hans!</p>

<p><i>All three.</i> Ay forsooth, what says your worship, Master
Sheriff?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Worship and honour, you Babylonian knaves,
for the gentle craft. But I forgot myself, I am bidden
by my lord mayor to dinner to Old Ford; he’s gone before,
I must after. Come, Madge, on with your trinkets!
Now, my true Trojans, my fine Firk, my dapper Hodge,
my honest Hans, some device, some odd crotchets, some
morris, or such like, for the honour of the gentlemen
shoemakers. Meet me at Old Ford, you know my mind.
Come, Madge, away. Shut up the shop, knaves, and
make holiday.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Firk.</i> O rare! O brave! Come, Hodge; follow me, Hans;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll be with them for a morris-dance.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt045.png" width="400" height="53" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE V.&mdash;<i>A Room at Old Ford.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span>, <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>, <span class="smcap">Margery</span> <i>in a
French hood</i>, <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>, <i>and other</i> Servants.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Trust me, you are as welcome to Old Ford<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I myself.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Marg.</i> Truly, I thank your lordship.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Would our bad cheer were worth the thanks you give.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Eyre.</i> Good cheer, my lord mayor, fine cheer! A fine house, fine walls, all fine and neat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Now, by my troth, I’ll tell thee, Master Eyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It does me good, and all my brethren,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That such a madcap fellow as thyself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is entered into our society.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Marg.</i> Ay, but, my lord, he must learn now to put on gravity.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Peace, Maggy, a fig for gravity! When I go to
Guildhall in my scarlet gown, I’ll look as demurely as a
saint, and speak as gravely as a justice of peace; but
now I am here at Old Ford, at my good lord mayor’s
house, let it go by, vanish, Maggy, I’ll be merry; away
with flip-flap, these fooleries, these gulleries. What,
honey? Prince am I none, yet am I princely born.
What says my lord mayor?</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Ha, ha, ha! I had rather than a thousand
pound, I had an heart but half so light as yours.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Why, what should I do, my lord? A pound of
care pays not a dram of debt. Hum, let’s be merry,
whiles we are young; old age, sack and sugar will steal
upon us, ere we be aware.<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a></p>


<p class="songtitle"><span class="smcap">The First Three-Men’s Song.</span><a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O the month of May, the merry month of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So frolick, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, and then did I unto my true love say:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer’s queen!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sweetest singer in all the forest’s choir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love’s tale;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">See where she sitteth: come away, my joy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come away, I prithee: I do not like the cuckoo<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O the month of May, the merry month of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So frolick, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then did I unto my true love say:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">“Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer’s queen!”<br /></span>
</div>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> It’s well done; Mistress Eyre, pray, give good counsel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my daughter.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Marg.</i> I hope, Mistress Rose will have the grace to
take nothing that’s bad.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Pray God she do; for i’ faith, Mistress Eyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would bestow upon that peevish girl<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand marks more than I mean to give her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon condition she’d be ruled by me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ape still crosseth me. There came of late<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A proper gentleman of fair revenues,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom gladly I would call son-in-law:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But my fine cockney would have none of him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’ll prove a coxcomb for it, ere you die:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A courtier, or no man must please your eye.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Be ruled, sweet Rose: th’art ripe for a man.
Marry not with a boy that has no more hair on his face
than thou hast on thy cheeks. A courtier, wash, go by,
stand not upon pishery-pashery: those silken fellows are
but painted images, outsides, outsides, Rose; their inner
linings are torn. No, my fine mouse, marry me with a
gentleman grocer like my lord mayor, your father; a
grocer is a sweet trade: plums, plums. Had I a son or
daughter should marry out of the generation and blood
of the shoemakers, he should pack; what, the gentle
trade is a living for a man through Europe, through the
world.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>A noise within of a tabor and a pipe.</i></span></p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> What noise is this?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> O my lord mayor, a crew of good fellows that
for love to your honour are come hither with a morris-dance.
Come in, my Mesopotamians, cheerily.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <i>and other <span class="antiqua">Shoemakers</span>,
in a morris; after a little dancing the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord
Mayor</span> <i>speaks</i>.</p>


<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Master Eyre, are all these shoemakers?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> All cordwainers, my good lord mayor.</p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> (<i>Aside.</i>) How like my Lacy looks yond’ shoemaker!</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> (<i>Aside.</i>) O that I durst but speak unto my love!</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Sybil, go fetch some wine to make these
drink. You are all welcome.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> We thank your lordship.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>takes a cup of wine and goes to</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> For his sake whose fair shape thou represent’st,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good friend, I drink to thee.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Ic bedancke, good frister.</i><a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a></p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> I see, Mistress Rose, you do not want
judgment; you have drunk to the properest man I keep.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Here be some have done their parts to be as
proper as he.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Well, urgent business calls me back to London:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good fellows, first go in and taste our cheer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to make merry as you homeward go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spend these two angels<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> in beer at Stratford-Bow.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> To these two, my mad lads, Sim Eyre adds another;
then cheerily, Firk; tickle it, Hans, and all for
the honour of shoemakers.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>All go dancing out.</i></span></p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Come, Master Eyre, let’s have your
company.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Sybil, what shall I do?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Why, what’s the matter?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> That Hans the shoemaker is my love Lacy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Disguised in that attire to find me out.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How should I find the means to speak with him?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> What, mistress, never fear; I dare venture my
maidenhead to nothing, and that’s great odds, that Hans
the Dutchman, when we come to London, shall not only
see and speak with you, but in spite of all your father’s
policies steal you away and marry you. Will not this
please you?</p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Do this, and ever be assured of my love.</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Away, then, and follow your father to London,
lest your absence cause him to suspect something:</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To morrow, if my counsel be obeyed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll bind you prentice to the gentle trade.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Street in London.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Jane</span> <i>in a Seamster’s shop, working; enter <span class="antiqua">Master</span></i>
<span class="smcap">Hammon</span>, <i>muffled; he stands aloof</i>.</p>


<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt050b.png" width="148" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Ham.</span> Yonder’s the shop, and there my fair love sits.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s fair and lovely, but she is not mine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, would she were! Thrice have I courted her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thrice hath my hand been moistened with her hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst my poor famished eyes do feed on that<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which made them famish. I am unfortunate:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I still love one, yet nobody loves me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I muse, in other men what women see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I so want! Fine Mistress Rose was coy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this too curious! Oh, no, she is chaste,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for she thinks me wanton, she denies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cheer my cold heart with her sunny eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How prettily she works, oh pretty hand!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh happy work! It doth me good to stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unseen to see her. Thus I oft have stood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In frosty evenings, a light burning by her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enduring biting cold, only to eye her.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One only look hath seemed as rich to me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As a king’s crown; such is love’s lunacy.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Muffled I’ll pass along, and by that try<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whether she know me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent14">Sir, what is’t you buy?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What is’t you lack, sir, calico, or lawn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fine cambric shirts, or bands, what will you buy?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> (<i>Aside.</i>) That which thou wilt not sell. Faith, yet I’ll try:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How do you sell this handkerchief?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent27">Good cheap.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> And how these ruffs?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent20">Cheap too.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent32">And how this band?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Cheap too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent13">All cheap; how sell you then this hand?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> My hands are not to be sold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent30">To be given then!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, faith, I come to buy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent19"> But none knows when.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Good sweet, leave work a little while; let’s play.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> I cannot live by keeping holiday.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I’ll pay you for the time which shall be lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> With me you shall not be at so much cost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Look, how you wound this cloth, so you wound me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> It may be so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent12">’Tis so.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent21">What remedy?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Nay, faith, you are too coy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent27"> Let go my hand.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I will do any task at your command,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would let go this beauty, were I not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In mind to disobey you by a power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That controls kings: I love you!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent25">So, now part.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> With hands I may, but never with my heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In faith, I love you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent15">I believe you do.</span><br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Shall a true love in me breed hate in you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> I hate you not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent18">Then you must love?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent36">I do.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What are you better now? I love not you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> All this, I hope, is but a woman’s fray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That means: come to me, when she cries: away!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In earnest, mistress, I do not jest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A true chaste love hath entered in my breast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love you dearly, as I love my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love you as a husband loves a wife;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, and no other love, my love requires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy wealth, I know, is little; my desires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thirst not for gold. Sweet, beauteous Jane, what’s mine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall, if thou make myself thine, all be thine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say, judge, what is thy sentence, life or death?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mercy or cruelty lies in thy breath.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Good sir, I do believe you love me well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For ’tis a silly conquest, silly pride<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For one like you&mdash;I mean a gentleman&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To boast that by his love-tricks he hath brought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such and such women to his amorous lure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think you do not so, yet many do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make it even a very trade to woo.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I could be coy, as many women be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feed you with sunshine smiles and wanton looks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I detest witchcraft; say that I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do constantly believe, you constant have&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Why dost thou not believe me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent29">I believe you;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet, good sir, because I will not grieve you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With hopes to taste fruit which will never fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In simple truth this is the sum of all:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My husband lives, at least, I hope he lives.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pressed was he to these bitter wars in France;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bitter they are to me by wanting him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have but one heart, and that heart’s his due.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
<span class="i0">How can I then bestow the same on you?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst he lives, his I live, be it ne’er so poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rather be his wife than a king’s whore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Chaste and dear woman, I will not abuse thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although it cost my life, if thou refuse me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy husband, pressed for France, what was his name?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Ralph Damport.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent17">Damport?&mdash;Here’s a letter sent</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">From France to me, from a dear friend of mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A gentleman of place; here he doth write<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their names that have been slain in every fight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> I hope death’s scroll contains not my love’s name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Cannot you read?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent17">I can.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent22">Peruse the same.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my remembrance such a name I read<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amongst the rest. See here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent20">Ay me, he’s dead!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s dead! if this be true, my dear heart’s slain!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Have patience, dear love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent25">Hence, hence!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent36">    Nay, sweet Jane,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make not poor sorrow proud with these rich tears.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I mourn thy husband’s death, because thou mourn’st.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> That bill is forged; ’tis signed by forgery.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I’ll bring thee letters sent besides to many,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Carrying the like report: Jane, ’tis too true.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, weep not: mourning, though it rise from love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Helps not the mourned, yet hurts them that mourn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> For God’s sake, leave me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent27">Whither dost thou turn?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forget the dead, love them that are alive;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His love is faded, try how mine will thrive.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> ’Tis now no time for me to think on love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> ’Tis now best time for you to think on love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because your love lives not.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent21">Though he be dead,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love to him shall not be buried;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For God’s sake, leave me to myself alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> ’Twould kill my soul, to leave thee drowned in moan.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Answer me to my suit, and I am gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say to me yea or no.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent14">No.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent19">Then farewell!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">One farewell will not serve, I come again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, dry these wet cheeks; tell me, faith, sweet Jane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yea or no, once more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent15">Once more I say: no;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once more be gone, I pray; else will I go.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Nay, then I will grow rude, by this white hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until you change that cold “no”; here I’ll stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till by your hard heart&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent20">Nay, for God’s love, peace!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sorrows by your presence more increase.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not that you thus are present, but all grief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Desires to be alone; therefore in brief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus much I say, and saying bid adieu:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If ever I wed man, it shall be you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> O blessed voice! Dear Jane, I’ll urge no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy breath hath made me rich.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i>      <span class="indent22">Death makes me poor.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span><br /></span>
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<h4>SCENE II. <i>London: a Street before</i> <span class="smcap">Hodge’s</span> <i>Shop</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <i>at his shop-board</i>, <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <i>and
a <span class="antiqua">Boy</span> at work</i>.</p>


<p><i>All.</i> Hey, down a down, down derry.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Well said, my hearts; ply your work to-day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>
we loitered yesterday; to it pell-mell, that we may live
to be lord mayors, or aldermen at least.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Hey, down a down, derry.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Well said, i’faith! How say’st thou, Hans,
doth not Firk tickle it?</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, mester.</i></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Not so neither, my organ-pipe squeaks this
morning for want of liquoring. Hey, down a down,
derry!</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Forward, Firk, tow best un jolly yongster. Hort,
I, mester, ic bid yo, cut me un pair vampres vor Mester
Jeffre’s boots.</i><a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Thou shalt, Hans.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Master!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> How now, boy?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Pray, now you are in the cutting vein, cut me
out a pair of counterfeits,<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> or else my work will not pass
current; hey, down a down!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Tell me, sirs, are my cousin Mrs. Priscilla’s
shoes done?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Your cousin? No, master; one of your aunts,
hang her; let them alone.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> I am in hand with them; she gave charge that
none but I should do them for her.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Thou do for her? then ’twill be a lame doing,
and that she loves not. Ralph, thou might’st have sent
her to me, in faith, I would have yearked and firked your
Priscilla. Hey, down a down, derry. This gear will
not hold.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> How say’st thou, Firk, were we not merry at
Old Ford?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> How, merry? why, our buttocks went jiggy-joggy
like a quagmire. Well, Sir Roger Oatmeal, if I thought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
all meal of that nature, I would eat nothing but bagpuddings.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Of all good fortunes my fellow Hans had the
best.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> ’Tis true, because Mistress Rose drank to him.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Well, well, work apace. They say, seven of the
aldermen be dead, or very sick.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I care not, I’ll be none.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> No, nor I; but then my Master Eyre will come
quickly to be lord mayor.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</p>


<p><i>Firk.</i> Whoop, yonder comes Sybil.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Sybil, welcome, i’faith; and how dost thou, mad
wench?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Syb-whore, welcome to London.</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Godamercy, sweet Firk; good lord, Hodge, what
a delicious shop you have got! You tickle it, i’faith.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Godamercy, Sybil, for our good cheer at Old
Ford.</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> That you shall have, Ralph.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nay, by the mass, we had tickling cheer, Sybil;
and how the plague dost thou and Mistress Rose and my
lord mayor? I put the women in first.</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Well, Godamercy; but God’s me, I forget myself,
where’s Hans the Fleming?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Hark, butter-box, now you must yelp out some
<i>spreken</i>.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Wat begaie you? Vat vod you, Frister?</i><a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a></p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Marry, you must come to my young mistress, to
pull on her shoes you made last.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Vare ben your egle fro, vare ben your mistris?</i><a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a></p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Marry, here at our London house in Cornhill.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Will nobody serve her turn but Hans?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> No, sir. Come, Hans, I stand upon needles.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Why then, Sybil, take heed of pricking.</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> For that let me alone. I have a trick in my
budget. Come, Hans.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw, ic sall meete yo gane.</i><a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Go, Hans, make haste again. Come, who lacks
work?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I, master, for I lack my breakfast; ’tis munching-time,
and past.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Is’t so? why, then leave work, Ralph. To
breakfast! Boy, look to the tools. Come, Ralph; come,
Firk.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>The Same.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Serv.</i> Let me see now, the sign of the Last in Tower
Street. Mass, yonder’s the house. What, haw! Who’s
within?</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>.</p>


<p><i>Ralph.</i> Who calls there? What want you, sir?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> Marry, I would have a pair of shoes made for a
gentlewoman against to-morrow morning. What, can you
do them?</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Yes, sir, you shall have them. But what
length’s her foot?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> Why, you must make them in all parts like this
shoe; but, at any hand, fail not to do them, for the
gentlewoman is to be married very early in the morning.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> How? by this shoe must it be made? by this?
Are you sure, sir, by this?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> How, by this? Am I sure, by this? Art thou
in thy wits? I tell thee, I must have a pair of shoes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
dost thou mark me? a pair of shoes, two shoes, made
by this very shoe, this same shoe, against to-morrow
morning by four a clock. Dost understand me? Canst
thou do’t?</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Yes, sir, yes&mdash;I&mdash;I&mdash;I can do’t. By this shoe,
you say? I should know this shoe. Yes, sir, yes, by
this shoe, I can do’t. Four a clock, well. Whither shall
I bring them?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> To the sign of the Golden Ball in Watling
Street; enquire for one Master Hammon, a gentleman,
my master.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Yea, sir; by this shoe, you say?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> I say, Master Hammon at the Golden Ball;
he’s the bridegroom, and those shoes are for his bride.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> They shall be done by this shoe; well, well,
Master Hammon at the Golden Shoe&mdash;I would say, the
Golden Ball; very well, very well. But I pray you, sir,
where must Master Hammon be married?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> At Saint Faith’s Church, under Paul’s.<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> But
what’s that to thee? Prithee, dispatch those shoes, and
so farewell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> By this shoe, said he. How am I amazed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At this strange accident! Upon my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This was the very shoe I gave my wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I was pressed for France; since when, alas!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I never could hear of her: it is the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Hammon’s bride no other but my Jane.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span>.</p>


<p><i>Firk.</i> ’Snails,<a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> Ralph, thou hast lost thy part of three
pots, a countryman of mine gave me to breakfast.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> I care not; I have found a better thing.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> A thing? away! Is it a man’s thing, or a
woman’s thing?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Firk, dost thou know this shoe?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> No, by my troth; neither doth that know me!
I have no acquaintance with it, ’tis a mere stranger to
me.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> Why, then I do; this shoe, I durst be sworn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once covered the instep of my Jane.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is her size, her breadth, thus trod my love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These true-love knots I pricked; I hold my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this old shoe I shall find out my wife.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Ha, ha! Old shoe, that wert new! How a
murrain came this ague-fit of foolishness upon thee?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> Thus, Firk: even now here came a serving-man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this shoe would he have a new pair made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against to-morrow morning for his mistress,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That’s to be married to a gentleman.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And why may not this be my sweet Jane?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> And why may’st not thou be my sweet ass?
Ha, ha!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ralph.</i> Well, laugh and spare not! But the truth is this:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against to-morrow morning I’ll provide<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A lusty crew of honest shoemakers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To watch the going of the bride to church.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If she prove Jane, I’ll take her in despite<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From Hammon and the devil, were he by.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If it be not my Jane, what remedy?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hereof I am sure, I shall live till I die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although I never with a woman lie.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Thou lie with a woman to build nothing but
Cripple-gates! Well, God sends fools fortune, and it
may be, he may light upon his matrimony by such a
device; for wedding and hanging goes by destiny.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt059.png" width="400" height="59" alt="decoration" />
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>London: a Room in the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor’s</span>
<i>House</i>.</h4>

<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>arm in arm</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hans.</i> How happy am I by embracing thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, I did fear such cross mishaps did reign,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I should never see my Rose again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Sweet Lacy, since fair opportunity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Offers herself to further our escape,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not too over-fond esteem of me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hinder that happy hour. Invent the means,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Rose will follow thee through all the world.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hans.</i> Oh, how I surfeit with excess of joy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Made happy by thy rich perfection!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But since thou pay’st sweet interest to my hopes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Redoubling love on love, let me once more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to a bold-faced debtor crave of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This night to steal abroad, and at Eyre’s house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who now by death of certain aldermen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is mayor of London, and my master once,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meet thou thy Lacy, where in spite of change,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your father’s anger, and mine uncle’s hate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our happy nuptials will we consummate.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</p>


<p><i>Sybil.</i> Oh God, what will you do, mistress? Shift for
yourself, your father is at hand! He’s coming, he’s
coming! Master Lacy, hide yourself in my mistress!
For God’s sake, shift for yourselves!</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> Your hither come, sweet Rose&mdash;what shall I do?
Where shall I hide me? How shall I escape?</p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> A man, and want wit in extremity?
Come, come, be Hans still, play the shoemaker,
Pull on my shoe.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span>.</p>


<p><i>Hans.</i> Mass, and that’s well remembered.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Here comes your father.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Forware, metresse, ’tis un good skow, it sal vel
dute, or ye sal neit betallen.</i><a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a></p>

<p><i>Rose.</i> Oh God, it pincheth me; what will you do?</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> (<i>Aside.</i>) Your father’s presence pincheth, not
the shoe.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Well done; fit my daughter well, and she
shall please thee well.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> <i>Yaw, yaw, ick weit dat well; forware, ’tis un
good skoo, ’tis gimait van neits leither; se euer, mine here.</i><a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Prentice</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I do believe it.&mdash;What’s the news with you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Prentice.</i> Please you, the Earl of Lincoln at the gate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is newly ’lighted, and would speak with you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> The Earl of Lincoln come to speak with me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, well, I know his errand. Daughter Rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send hence your shoemaker, dispatch, have done!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syb, make things handsome! Sir boy, follow me.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hans.</i> Mine uncle come! Oh, what may this portend?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet Rose, this of our love threatens an end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Be not dismayed at this; whate’er befall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rose is thine own. To witness I speak truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thou appoint’st the place, I’ll meet with thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will not fix a day to follow thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But presently steal hence. Do not reply:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love which gave strength to bear my father’s hate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall now add wings to further our escape.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE V.&mdash;<i>Another Room in the same House.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Believe me, on my credit, I speak truth:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since first your nephew Lacy went to France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have not seen him. It seemed strange to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Dodger told me that he stayed behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neglecting the high charge the king imposed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Trust me, Sir Roger Oateley, I did think<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your counsel had given head to this attempt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drawn to it by the love he bears your child.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here I did hope to find him in your house;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now I see mine error, and confess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My judgment wronged you by conceiving so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Lodge in my house, say you? Trust me, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love your nephew Lacy too too dearly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So much to wrong his honour; and he hath done so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That first gave him advice to stay from France.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To witness I speak truth, I let you know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How careful I have been to keep my daughter<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Free from all conference or speech of him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not that I scorn your nephew, but in love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I bear your honour, lest your noble blood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should by my mean worth be dishonoured.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] How far the churl’s tongue wanders from his heart!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, well, Sir Roger Oateley, I believe you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With more than many thanks for the kind love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So much you seem to bear me. But, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me request your help to seek my nephew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom if I find, I’ll straight embark for France.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall your Rose be free, my thoughts at rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And much care die which now lies in my breast.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</p>


<p><i>Sybil.</i> Oh Lord! Help, for God’s sake! my mistress;
oh, my young mistress!</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Where is thy mistress? What’s become of
her?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> She’s gone, she’s fled!</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Gone! Whither is she fled?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> I know not, forsooth; she’s fled out of doors
with Hans the shoemaker; I saw them scud, scud, scud,
apace, apace!</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Which way? What, John! Where be my
men? Which way?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> I know not, an it please your worship.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Fled with a shoemaker? Can this be true?</p>

<p><i>Sybil.</i> Oh Lord, sir, as true as God’s in Heaven.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Her love turned shoemaker? I am glad of this.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> A Fleming butter-box, a shoemaker!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will she forget her birth, requite my care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With such ingratitude? Scorned she young Hammon<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To love a honniken,<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a> a needy knave?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, let her fly, I’ll not fly after her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let her starve, if she will; she’s none of mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Be not so cruel, sir.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Firk</span> <i>with shoes</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sybil.</i>      <span class="indent26">I am glad, she’s ’scaped.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I’ll not account of her as of my child.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was there no better object for her eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But a foul drunken lubber, swill-belly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shoemaker? That’s brave!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, forsooth; ’tis a very brave shoe, and as fit
as a pudding.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> How now, what knave is this? From
whence comest thou?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Firk.</i> No knave, sir. I am Firk the shoemaker, lusty
Roger’s chief lusty journeyman, and I have come hither
to take up the pretty leg of sweet Mistress Rose, and
thus hoping your worship is in as good health, as I was
at the making hereof, I bid you farewell, yours, Firk.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Stay, stay, Sir Knave!</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Come hither, shoemaker!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> ’Tis happy the knave is put before the shoemaker,
or else I would not have vouchsafed to come
back to you. I am moved, for I stir.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> My lord, this villain calls us knaves by
craft.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Then ’tis by the gentle craft, and to call one
knave gently, is no harm. Sit your worship merry!<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> Syb,
your young mistress&mdash;I’ll so bob them, now my Master
Eyre is lord mayor of London.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Tell me, sirrah, who’s man are you?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I am glad to see your worship so merry. I have
no maw to this gear, no stomach as yet to a red petticoat.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Pointing to</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> He means not, sir, to woo you to his maid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">
But only doth demand who’s man you are.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I sing now to the tune of Rogero. Roger, my
fellow, is now my master.</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Sirrah, know’st thou one Hans, a shoemaker?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Hans, shoemaker? Oh yes, stay, yes, I have
him. I tell you what, I speak it in secret: Mistress
Rose and he are by this time&mdash;no, not so, but shortly are
to come over one another with “Can you dance the
shaking of the sheets?” It is that Hans&mdash;(<i>Aside.</i>) I’ll
so gull these diggers!<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a></p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Know’st thou, then, where he is?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yes, forsooth; yea, marry!</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Canst thou, in sadness&mdash;&mdash;</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> No, forsooth; no, marry!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Tell me, good honest fellow, where he is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">
And thou shalt see what I’ll bestow on thee.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Honest fellow? No, sir; not so, sir; my profession
is the gentle craft; I care not for seeing, I love
feeling; let me feel it here; <i>aurium tenus</i>, ten pieces of
gold; <i>genuum tenus</i>, ten pieces of silver; and then Firk
is your man in a new pair of stretchers.<a name="FNanchor_93_93" id="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Here is an angel, part of thy reward,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">
Which I will give thee; tell me where he is.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> No point! Shall I betray my brother? no!
Shall I prove Judas to Hans? no! Shall I cry treason to
my corporation? no, I shall be firked and yerked then.
But give me your angel; your angel shall tell you.</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Do so, good fellow; ’tis no hurt to thee.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Send simpering Syb away.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Huswife, get you in.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Sybil</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Pitchers have ears, and maids have wide mouths;
but for Hans Prauns, upon my word, to-morrow morning
he and young Mistress Rose go to this gear, they shall be
married together, by this rush, or else turn Firk to a
firkin of butter, to tan leather withal.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> But art thou sure of this?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Am I sure that Paul’s steeple is a handful higher
than London Stone,<a name="FNanchor_94_94" id="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a> or that the Pissing-Conduit<a name="FNanchor_95_95" id="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a> leaks
nothing but pure Mother Bunch? Am I sure I am lusty
Firk? God’s nails, do you think I am so base to gull
you?</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Where are they married? Dost thou know the church.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I never go to church, but I know the name of
it; it is a swearing church&mdash;stay a while, ’tis&mdash;ay, by the
mass, no, no,&mdash;’tis&mdash;ay, by my troth, no, nor that; ’tis&mdash;ay,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
by my faith, that, that, ’tis, ay, by my Faith’s
Church under Paul’s Cross. There they shall be knit
like a pair of stockings in matrimony; there they’ll be
inconie.<a name="FNanchor_96_96" id="FNanchor_96_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Upon my life, my nephew Lacy walks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the disguise of this Dutch shoemaker.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Firk.</i> Yes, forsooth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Doth he not, honest fellow?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Firk.</i> No, forsooth; I think Hans is nobody but<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hans, no spirit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> My mind misgives me now, ’tis so, indeed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> My cousin speaks the language, knows the trade.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Let me request your company, my lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your honourable presence may, no doubt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Refrain their headstrong rashness, when myself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Going alone perchance may be o’erborne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall I request this favour?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent19">This, or what else.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Then you must rise betimes, for they mean to
fall to their hey-pass and repass, pindy-pandy, which hand
will you have,<a name="FNanchor_97_97" id="FNanchor_97_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a> very early.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> My care shall every way equal their haste.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This night accept your lodging in my house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The earlier shall we stir, and at Saint Faith’s<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prevent this giddy hare-brained nuptial.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This traffic of hot love shall yield cold gains:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They ban our loves, and we’ll forbid their banns.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> At Saint Faith’s Church thou say’st?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yes, by their troth.</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Be secret, on thy life.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yes, when I kiss your wife! Ha, ha, here’s no
craft in the gentle craft. I came hither of purpose with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
shoes to Sir Roger’s worship, whilst Rose, his daughter,
be cony-catched by Hans. Soft now; these two gulls
will be at Saint Faith’s Church to-morrow morning, to take
Master Bridegroom and Mistress Bride napping, and they,
in the mean time, shall chop up the matter at the Savoy.
But the best sport is, Sir Roger Oateley will find my fellow
lame Ralph’s wife going to marry a gentleman, and
then he’ll stop her instead of his daughter. Oh brave!
there will be fine tickling sport. Soft now, what have I
to do? Oh, I know; now a mess of shoemakers meet
at the Woolsack in Ivy Lane, to cozen my gentleman of
lame Ralph’s wife, that’s true.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alack, alack!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Girls, hold out tack!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For now smocks for this jumbling<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall go to wrack.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>, <span class="smcap">Margery</span>, <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span>.</p>

<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt068b.png" width="154" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Eyre.</span> This is the morning, then; stay,
my bully, my honest Hans, is it
not?</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> This is the morning that must
make us two happy or miserable;
therefore, if you&mdash;&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Away with these ifs and ands, Hans, and these
et caeteras! By mine honour, Rowland Lacy, none but
the king shall wrong thee. Come, fear nothing, am not
I Sim Eyre? Is not Sim Eyre lord mayor of London?
Fear nothing, Rose: let them all say what they can;
dainty, come thou to me&mdash;laughest thou?</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Good my lord, stand her friend in what thing
you may.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Why, my sweet Lady Madgy, think you Simon
Eyre can forget his fine Dutch journeyman? No, vah!
Fie, I scorn it, it shall never be cast in my teeth, that I
was unthankful. Lady Madgy, thou had’st never covered
thy Saracen’s head with this French flap, nor loaden thy
bum with this farthingale, (’tis trash, trumpery, vanity);
Simon Eyre had never walked in a red petticoat, nor
wore a chain of gold, but for my fine journeyman’s Portuguese.&mdash;And
shall I leave him? No! Prince am I
none, yet bear a princely mind.</p>

<p><i>Hans.</i> My lord, ’tis time for us to part from hence.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Lady Madgy, Lady Madgy, take two or three of
my pie crust-eaters, my buff-jerkin varlets, that do walk
in black gowns at Simon Eyre’s heels; take them, good
Lady Madgy; trip and go, my brown queen of periwigs,
with my delicate Rose and my jolly Rowland to the
Savoy; see them linked, countenance the marriage; and
when it is done, cling, cling together, you Hamborow
turtle-doves. I’ll bear you out, come to Simon Eyre;
come, dwell with me, Hans, thou shalt eat minced-pies
and marchpane.<a name="FNanchor_98_98" id="FNanchor_98_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a> Rose, away, cricket; trip and go, my
Lady Madgy, to the Savoy; Hans, wed, and to bed;
kiss, and away! Go, vanish!</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Farewell, my lord.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Make haste, sweet love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Marg.</i>      <span class="indent26">She’d fain the deed were done.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hans.</i> Come, my sweet Rose; faster than deer we’ll
run.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Margery</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Go, vanish, vanish! Avaunt, I say! By the
Lord of Ludgate, it’s a mad life to be a lord mayor; it’s
a stirring life, a fine life, a velvet life, a careful life.
Well, Simon Eyre, yet set a good face on it, in the
honour of Saint Hugh. Soft, the king this day comes to
dine with me, to see my new buildings; his majesty is
welcome, he shall have good cheer, delicate cheer,
princely cheer. This day, my fellow prentices of London
come to dine with me too, they shall have fine cheer,
gentlemanlike cheer. I promised the mad Cappadocians,
when we all served at the Conduit together, that if ever I
came to be mayor of London, I would feast them all, and
I’ll do’t, I’ll do’t, by the life of Pharaoh; by this beard,
Sim Eyre will be no flincher. Besides, I have procured
that upon every Shrove-Tuesday, at the sound of the
pancake bell, my fine dapper Assyrian lads shall clap up
their shop windows, and away. This is the day, and this
day they shall do’t, they shall do’t.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Boys, that day are you free, let masters care,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And prentices shall pray for Simon Eyre.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt070.png" width="400" height="48" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>A Street near St. Faith’s Church.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <i>and five or six <span class="antiqua">Shoemakers</span>,
all with cudgels or such weapons</i>.</p>


<p><i>Hodge.</i> Come, Ralph; stand to it, Firk. My masters,
as we are the brave bloods of the shoemakers, heirs apparent
to Saint Hugh, and perpetual benefactors to all
good fellows, thou shalt have no wrong; were Hammon
a king of spades, he should not delve in thy close without
thy sufferance. But tell me, Ralph, art thou sure ’tis
thy wife?</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Am I sure this is Firk? This morning, when
I stroked<a name="FNanchor_99_99" id="FNanchor_99_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a> on her shoes, I looked upon her, and she upon
me, and sighed, asked me if ever I knew one Ralph.
Yes, said I. For his sake, said she&mdash;tears standing in
her eyes&mdash;and for thou art somewhat like him, spend this
piece of gold. I took it; my lame leg and my travel beyond
sea made me unknown. All is one for that: I
know she’s mine.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Did she give thee this gold? O glorious glittering
gold! She’s thine own, ’tis thy wife, and she loves
thee; for I’ll stand to’t, there’s no woman will give gold
to any man, but she thinks better of him, than she thinks
of them she gives silver to. And for Hammon, neither
Hammon nor hangman shall wrong thee in London. Is
not our old master Eyre, lord mayor? Speak, my hearts.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Yes, and Hammon shall know it to his cost.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hammon</span>, <i>his <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>, <span class="smcap">Jane</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Others</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Hodge.</i> Peace, my bullies; yonder they come.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Stand to’t, my hearts. Firk, let me speak first.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Hodge.</i> No, Ralph, let me.&mdash;Hammon, whither away
so early?</p>

<p><i>Ham.</i> Unmannerly, rude slave, what’s that to thee?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> To him, sir? Yes, sir, and to me, and others.
Good-morrow, Jane, how dost thou? Good Lord, how
the world is changed with you! God be thanked!</p>

<p><i>Ham.</i> Villains, hands off! How dare you touch my
love?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Villains? Down with them! Cry clubs for
prentices!<a name="FNanchor_100_100" id="FNanchor_100_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a></p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Hold, my hearts! Touch her, Hammon?
Yea, and more than that: we’ll carry her away with us.
My masters and gentlemen, never draw your bird-spits;
shoemakers are steel to the back, men every inch of
them, all spirit.</p>

<p><i>Those of Hammon’s side.</i> Well, and what of all this?</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> I’ll show you.&mdash;Jane, dost thou know this man?
’Tis Ralph, I can tell thee; nay, ’tis he in faith, though
he be lamed by the wars. Yet look not strange, but run
to him, fold him about the neck and kiss him.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Lives then my husband? Oh God, let me go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me embrace my Ralph.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i>      <span class="indent19">What means my Jane?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Nay, what meant you, to tell me, he was slain?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Pardon me, dear love, for being misled.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>.) ’Twas rumoured here in London, thou wert dead.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Thou seest he lives. Lass, go, pack home with
him. Now, Master Hammon, where’s your mistress, your
wife?</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> ’Swounds, master, fight for her! Will you thus
lose her?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Down with that creature! Clubs! Down with
him!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Hold, hold!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Hold, fool! Sirs, he shall do no wrong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will my Jane leave me thus, and break her faith?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, sir! She must, sir! She shall, sir! What
then? Mend it!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Hark, fellow Ralph, follow my counsel: set the
wench in the midst, and let her choose her man, and let
her be his woman.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Jane.</i> Whom should I choose? Whom should my thoughts affect<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But him whom Heaven hath made to be my love?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my husband, and these humble weeds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes thee more beautiful than all his wealth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore, I will but put off his attire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Returning it into the owner’s hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And after ever be thy constant wife.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Not a rag, Jane! The law’s on our side; he
that sows in another man’s ground, forfeits his harvest.
Get thee home, Ralph; follow him, Jane; he shall not
have so much as a busk-point<a name="FNanchor_101_101" id="FNanchor_101_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a> from thee.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Stand to that, Ralph; the appurtenances are
thine own. Hammon, look not at her!</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> O, swounds, no!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Blue coat, be quiet, we’ll give you a new livery
else; we’ll make Shrove Tuesday Saint George’s Day for
you. Look not, Hammon, leer not! I’ll firk you! For
thy head now, one glance, one sheep’s eye, anything, at
her! Touch not a rag, lest I and my brethren beat you
to clouts.</p>

<p><i>Serv.</i> Come, Master Hammon, there’s no striving here.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Good fellows, hear me speak; and, honest Ralph,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom I have injured most by loving Jane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mark what I offer thee: here in fair gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is twenty pound, I’ll give it for thy Jane;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If this content thee not, thou shall have more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hodge.</i> Sell not thy wife, Ralph; make her not a whore.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> Say, wilt thou freely cease thy claim in her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let her be my wife?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i>      <span class="indent18">No, do not, Ralph.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Sirrah Hammon, Hammon, dost thou think a
shoemaker is so base to be a bawd to his own wife for
commodity? Take thy gold, choke with it! Were I not
lame, I would make thee eat thy words.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> A shoemaker sell his flesh and blood? Oh
indignity!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Sirrah, take up your pelf, and be packing.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ham.</i> I will not touch one penny, but in lieu<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of that great wrong I offered thy Jane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Jane and thee I give that twenty pound.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since I have failed of her, during my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I vow, no woman else shall be my wife.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell, good fellows of the gentle trade:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your morning mirth my mourning day hath made.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> (<i>To the <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span>.</i>) Touch the gold, creature,
if you dare! Y’are best be trudging. Here, Jane, take
thou it. Now let’s home, my hearts.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Stay! Who comes here? Jane, on again with
thy mask!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span>, <i>the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span> <i>and
<span class="antiqua">Servants</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Yonder’s the lying varlet mocked us so.</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Come hither, sirrah!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> I, sir? I am sirrah? You mean me, do you not?</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Where is my nephew married?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Is he married? God give him joy, I am glad of
it. They have a fair day, and the sign is in a good planet,
Mars in Venus.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Villain, thou toldst me that my daughter Rose<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This morning should be married at Saint Faith’s;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We have watched there these three hours at the least,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet see we no such thing.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Firk.</i> Truly, I am sorry for’t; a bride’s a pretty thing.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Come to the purpose. Yonder’s the bride and
bridegroom you look for, I hope. Though you be lords,
you are not to bar by your authority men from women,
are you?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> See, see, my daughter’s masked.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent33">True, and my nephew,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hide his guilt, counterfeits him lame.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, truly; God help the poor couple, they are
lame and blind.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I’ll ease her blindness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent26">I’ll his lameness cure.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Lie down, sirs, and laugh! My fellow Ralph is
taken for Rowland Lacy, and Jane for Mistress Damask
Rose. This is all my knavery.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> What, have I found you, minion?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent33">O base wretch</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, hide thy face, the horror of thy guilt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can hardly be washed off. Where are thy powers?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What battles have you made? O yes, I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou fought’st with Shame, and Shame hath conquered thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This lameness will not serve.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent19">Unmask yourself.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Lead home your daughter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent26">Take your nephew hence.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Hence! Swounds, what mean you? Are you
mad? I hope you cannot enforce my wife from me.
Where’s Hammon?</p>

<p><i>L. Mayor.</i> Your wife?</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> What, Hammon?</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Yea, my wife; and, therefore, the proudest of
you that lays hands on her first, I’ll lay my crutch ’cross
his pate.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> To him, lame Ralph! Here’s brave sport!</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> Rose call you her? Why, her name is Jane.
Look here else; do you know her now?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Unmasking</i> <span class="smcap">Jane</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Is this your daughter?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i>      <span class="indent22">No, nor this your nephew.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Lord of Lincoln, we are both abused<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this base, crafty varlet.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yea, forsooth, no varlet; forsooth, no base;
forsooth, I am but mean; no crafty neither, but of the
gentle craft.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Where is my daughter Rose? Where is my child?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Where is my nephew Lacy married?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Why, here is good laced mutton, as I promised
you.</p>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Villain, I’ll have thee punished for this wrong.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Punish the journeyman villain, but not the
journeyman shoemaker.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Dodger</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> My lord, I come to bring unwelcome news.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your nephew Lacy and your daughter Rose<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Early this morning wedded at the Savoy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None being present but the lady mayoress.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, I learnt among the officers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lord mayor vows to stand in their defence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Gainst any that shall seek to cross the match.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lincoln.</i> Dares Eyre the shoemaker uphold the deed?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Yes, sir, shoemakers dare stand in a woman’s
quarrel, I warrant you, as deep as another, and deeper
too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dodger.</i> Besides, his grace to-day dines with the mayor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who on his knees humbly intends to fall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And beg a pardon for your nephew’s fault.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> But I’ll prevent him! Come, Sir Roger Oateley;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The king will do us justice in this cause.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Howe’er their hands have made them man and wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will disjoin the match, or lose my life.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Firk.</i> Adieu, Monsieur Dodger! Farewell, fools! Ha,
ha! Oh, if they had stayed, I would have so lambed<a name="FNanchor_102_102" id="FNanchor_102_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a>
them with flouts! O heart, my codpiece-point is ready
to fly in pieces every time I think upon Mistress Rose;
but let that pass, as my lady mayoress says.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> This matter is answered. Come, Ralph; home
with thy wife. Come, my fine shoemakers, let’s to our
master’s, the new lord mayor, and there swagger this
Shrove-Tuesday. I’ll promise you wine enough, for
Madge keeps the cellar.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> O rare! Madge is a good wench.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> And I’ll promise you meat enough, for simp’ring
Susan keeps the larder. I’ll lead you to victuals, my
brave soldiers; follow your captain. O brave! Hark,
hark!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Bell rings.</i></span></p>

<p><i>All.</i> The pancake-bell rings, the pancake-bell! Tri-lill,
my hearts!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Oh brave! Oh sweet bell! O delicate pancakes!
Open the doors, my hearts, and shut up the
windows! keep in the house, let out the pancakes! Oh
rare, my hearts! Let’s march together for the honour
of Saint Hugh to the great new hall<a name="FNanchor_103_103" id="FNanchor_103_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> in Gracious Street-corner,
which our master, the new lord mayor, hath
built.</p>

<p><i>Ralph.</i> O the crew of good fellows that will dine at
my lord mayor’s cost to-day!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> By the Lord, my lord mayor is a most brave
man. How shall prentices be bound to pray for him
and the honour of the gentlemen shoemakers! Let’s
feed and be fat with my lord’s bounty.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> O musical bell, still! O Hodge, O my brethren!
There’s cheer for the heavens: venison-pasties walk up
and down piping hot, like sergeants; beef and brewess<a name="FNanchor_104_104" id="FNanchor_104_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a>
comes marching in dry-vats,<a name="FNanchor_105_105" id="FNanchor_105_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a> fritters and pancakes comes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>
trowling in in wheel-barrows; hens and oranges hopping
in porters’-baskets, collops and eggs in scuttles, and tarts
and custards comes quavering in in malt-shovels.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter more <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>All.</i> Whoop, look here, look here!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> How now, mad lads, whither away so fast?</p>

<p><i>1st Prentice.</i> Whither? Why, to the great new hall,
know you not why? The lord mayor hath bidden all
the prentices in London to breakfast this morning.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Oh brave shoemaker, oh brave lord of incomprehensible
good-fellowship! Whoo! Hark you! The
pancake-bell rings.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Cast up caps.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Nay, more, my hearts! Every Shrove-Tuesday
is our year of jubilee; and when the pancake-bell rings,
we are as free as my lord mayor; we may shut up our
shops, and make holiday. I’ll have it called Saint
Hugh’s Holiday.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Agreed, agreed! Saint Hugh’s Holiday.</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> And this shall continue for ever.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Oh brave! Come, come, my hearts! Away,
away!</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> O eternal credit to us of the gentle craft!
March fair, my hearts! Oh rare!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<img src="images/zillt077.png" width="400" height="50" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Street in London.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">King</span> <i>and his <span class="antiqua">Train</span> across the stage</i>.</p>


<p><i>King.</i> Is our lord mayor of London such a gallant?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobleman.</i> One of the merriest madcaps in your land.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your grace will think, when you behold the man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s rather a wild ruffian than a mayor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet thus much I’ll ensure your majesty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all his actions that concern his state,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is as serious, provident, and wise,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
<span class="i0">As full of gravity amongst the grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As any mayor hath been these many years.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> I am with child,<a name="FNanchor_106_106" id="FNanchor_106_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> till I behold this huff-cap.<a name="FNanchor_107_107" id="FNanchor_107_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all my doubt is, when we come in presence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His madness will be dashed clean out of countenance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobleman.</i> It may be so, my liege.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent28">Which to prevent,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let some one give him notice, ’tis our pleasure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he put on his wonted merriment.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set forward!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> On afore!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt078.png" width="400" height="47" alt="decoration" />
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<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>A Great Hall.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>, <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <i>and other <span class="antiqua">Shoemakers</span>,
all with napkins on their shoulders</i>.</p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> Come, my fine Hodge, my jolly gentlemen shoemakers;
soft, where be these cannibals, these varlets,
my officers? Let them all walk and wait upon my
brethren; for my meaning is, that none but shoemakers,
none but the livery of my company shall in their satin
hoods wait upon the trencher of my sovereign.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> O my lord, it will be rare!</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> No more, Firk; come, lively! Let your fellow-prentices
want no cheer; let wine be plentiful as beer,
and beer as water. Hang these penny-pinching fathers,
that cram wealth in innocent lamb-skins. Rip, knaves,
avaunt! Look to my guests!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> My lord, we are at our wits’ end for room;
those hundred tables will not feast the fourth part of them.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Then cover me those hundred tables again,
and again, till all my jolly prentices be feasted. Avoid,
Hodge! Run, Ralph! Frisk about, my nimble Firk!
Carouse me fathom-healths to the honour of the shoemakers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
Do they drink lively, Hodge? Do they tickle
it, Firk?</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Tickle it? Some of them have taken their
liquor standing so long that they can stand no longer;
but for meat, they would eat it, an they had it.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Want they meat? Where’s this swag-belly, this
greasy kitchenstuff cook? Call the varlet to me! Want
meat? Firk, Hodge, lame Ralph, run, my tall men,
beleaguer the shambles, beggar all Eastcheap, serve me
whole oxen in chargers, and let sheep whine upon the
tables like pigs for want of good fellows to eat them.
Want meat? Vanish, Firk! Avaunt, Hodge!</p>

<p><i>Hodge.</i> Your lordship mistakes my man Firk; he
means, their bellies want meat, not the boards; for they
have drunk so much, they can eat nothing.</p>


<p class="songtitle"><span class="smcap">The Second Three Men’s Song.</span><a name="FNanchor_108_108" id="FNanchor_108_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cold’s the wind, and wet’s the rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Saint Hugh be our good speed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor helps good hearts in need.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Trowl<a name="FNanchor_109_109" id="FNanchor_109_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a> the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here, kind mate, to thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let’s sing a dirge for Saint Hugh’s soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And down it merrily.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Down a down heydown a down,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hey derry derry, down a down!      (<i>Close with the tenor boy</i>)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ho, well done; to me let come!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ring, compass, gentle joy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Trowl the bowl, the nut-brown bowl,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here, kind mate, to thee: etc.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Repeat as often as there be men to drink; and
at last when all have drunk, this verse</i>:</p>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cold’s the wind, and wet’s the rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Saint Hugh be our good speed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor helps good hearts in need.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hans</span>, <span class="smcap">Rose</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Margery</span>.</p>


<p><i>Marg.</i> Where is my lord?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> How now, Lady Madgy?</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> The king’s most excellent majesty is new come;
he sends me for thy honour; one of his most worshipful
peers bade me tell thou must be merry, and so
forth; but let that pass.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Is my sovereign come? Vanish, my tall shoemakers,
my nimble brethren; look to my guests, the
prentices. Yet stay a little! How now, Hans? How
looks my little Rose?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hans.</i> Let me request you to remember me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know, your honour easily may obtain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Free pardon of the king for me and Rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And reconcile me to my uncle’s grace.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Have done, my good Hans, my honest journeyman;
look cheerily! I’ll fall upon both my knees, till
they be as hard as horn, but I’ll get thy pardon.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> Good my lord, have a care what you speak to
his grace.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Away, you Islington whitepot!<a name="FNanchor_110_110" id="FNanchor_110_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a> hence, you
hopperarse! you barley-pudding, full of maggots! you
broiled carbonado!<a name="FNanchor_111_111" id="FNanchor_111_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a> avaunt, avaunt, avoid, Mephistophiles!
Shall Sim Eyre learn to speak of you, Lady
Madgy? Vanish, Mother Miniver-cap; vanish, go, trip
and go; meddle with your partlets<a name="FNanchor_112_112" id="FNanchor_112_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a> and your pishery-pashery,
your flewes<a name="FNanchor_113_113" id="FNanchor_113_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a> and your whirligigs; go, rub, out of
mine alley! Sim Eyre knows how to speak to a Pope, to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
Sultan Soliman, to Tamburlaine,<a name="FNanchor_114_114" id="FNanchor_114_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a> an he were here; and
shall I melt, shall I droop before my sovereign? No,
come, my Lady Madgy! Follow me, Hans! About
your business, my frolic free-booters! Firk, frisk about,
and about, and about, for the honour of mad Simon
Eyre, lord mayor of London.</p>

<p><i>Firk.</i> Hey, for the honour of the shoemakers.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<h4>SCENE V.&mdash;<i>An Open Yard before the Hall.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>A long flourish, or two. Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">King</span>, Nobles, <span class="smcap">Eyre</span>,
<span class="smcap">Margery</span>, <span class="smcap">Lacy</span>, <span class="smcap">Rose</span>. <span class="smcap">Lacy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Rose</span> <i>kneel</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Well, Lacy, though the fact was very foul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of your revolting from our kingly love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And your own duty, yet we pardon you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rise both, and, Mistress Lacy, thank my lord mayor<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For your young bridegroom here.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> So, my dear liege, Sim Eyre and my brethren,
the gentlemen shoemakers, shall set your sweet majesty’s
image cheek by jowl by Saint Hugh for this honour you
have done poor Simon Eyre. I beseech your grace,
pardon my rude behaviour; I am a handicraftsman, yet
my heart is without craft; I would be sorry at my soul,
that my boldness should offend my king.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Nay, I pray thee, good lord mayor, be even as merry<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if thou wert among thy shoemakers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It does me good to see thee in this humour.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Say’st thou me so, my sweet Dioclesian? Then,
humph! Prince am I none, yet am I princely born. By
the Lord of Ludgate, my liege, I’ll be as merry as a pie.<a name="FNanchor_115_115" id="FNanchor_115_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>

<p><i>King.</i> Tell me, in faith, mad Eyre, how old thou
art.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> My liege, a very boy, a stripling, a younker;
you see not a white hair on my head, not a gray in this
beard. Every hair, I assure thy majesty, that sticks in
this beard, Sim Eyre values at the King of Babylon’s
ransom, Tamar Cham’s<a name="FNanchor_116_116" id="FNanchor_116_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a> beard was a rubbing brush to’t:
yet I’ll shave it off, and stuff tennis-balls with it, to please
my bully king.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> But all this while I do not know your age.</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> My liege, I am six and fifty year old, yet I can
cry humph! with a sound heart for the honour of Saint
Hugh. Mark this old wench, my king: I danced the
shaking of the sheets with her six and thirty years
ago, and yet I hope to get two or three young lord
mayors, ere I die. I am lusty still, Sim Eyre still. Care
and cold lodging brings white hairs. My sweet Majesty,
let care vanish, cast it upon thy nobles, it will make thee
look always young like Apollo, and cry humph! Prince
am I none, yet am I princely born.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Ha, ha!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say, Cornwall, didst thou ever see his like?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornwall.</i> Not I, my lord.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Earl of Lincoln</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">Lord Mayor</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent20">Lincoln, what news with you?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> My gracious lord, have care unto yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For there are traitors here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Traitors? Where? Who?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Traitors in my house? God forbid! Where
be my officers? I’ll spend my soul, ere my king feel
harm.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Where is the traitor, Lincoln?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent28">Here he stands.</span><br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Cornwall, lay hold on Lacy!&mdash;Lincoln, speak,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What canst thou lay unto thy nephew’s charge?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> This, my dear liege: your Grace, to do me honour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaped on the head of this degenerate boy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Desertless favours; you made choice of him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be commander over powers in France.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Good Lincoln, prithee, pause a while!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even in thine eyes I read what thou wouldst speak.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know how Lacy did neglect our love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ran himself deeply, in the highest degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into vile treason&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent12">Is he not a traitor?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Lincoln, he was; now have we pardoned him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twas not a base want of true valour’s fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That held him out of France, but love’s desire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> I will not bear his shame upon my back.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Nor shalt thou, Lincoln; I forgive you both.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> Then, good my liege, forbid the boy to wed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One whose mean birth will much disgrace his bed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Are they not married?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent19"> No, my liege.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Both.</i>      <span class="indent36">We are.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Shall I divorce them then? O be it far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That any hand on earth should dare untie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sacred knot, knit by God’s majesty;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not for my crown disjoin their hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That are conjoïned in holy nuptial bands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How say’st thou, Lacy, wouldst thou lose thy Rose?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> Not for all India’s wealth, my sovereign.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> But Rose, I am sure, her Lacy would forego?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> If Rose were asked that question, she’d say no.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> You hear them, Lincoln?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent21">Yea, my liege, I do.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Yet canst thou find i’th’ heart to part these two?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who seeks, besides you, to divorce these lovers?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I do, my gracious lord, I am her father.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Sir Roger Oateley, our last mayor, I think?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobleman.</i> The same, my liege.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent26">Would you offend Love’s laws?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, you shall have your wills, you sue to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To prohibit the match. Soft, let me see&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You both are married, Lacy, art thou not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i> I am, dread sovereign.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent23">Then, upon thy life,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I charge thee, not to call this woman wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I thank your grace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i>      <span class="indent26">O my most gracious lord!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Nay, Rose, never woo me; I tell you true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although as yet I am a bachelor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I believe, I shall not marry you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rose.</i> Can you divide the body from the soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet make the body live?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent17">Yea, so profound?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot, Rose, but you I must divide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This fair maid, bridegroom, cannot be your bride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are you pleased, Lincoln? Oateley, are you pleased?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Both.</i> Yes, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent15">Then must my heart be eased;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, credit me, my conscience lives in pain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till these whom I divorced, be joined again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lacy, give me thy hand; Rose, lend me thine!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be what you would be! Kiss now! So, that’s fine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At night, lovers, to bed!&mdash;Now, let me see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which of you all mislikes this harmony.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> Will you then take from me my child perforce?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Why, tell me, Oateley: shines not Lacy’s name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As bright in the world’s eye as the gay beams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of any citizen?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i>      <span class="indent6">Yea, but, my gracious lord,</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I do mislike the match far more than he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her blood is too too base.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Lincoln, no more.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dost thou not know that love respects no blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cares not for difference of birth or state?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The maid is young, well born, fair, virtuous,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A worthy bride for any gentleman.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, your nephew for her sake did stoop<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bare necessity, and, as I hear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgetting honours and all courtly pleasures,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To gain her love, became a shoemaker.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As for the honour which he lost in France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus I redeem it: Lacy, kneel thee down!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise, Sir Rowland Lacy! Tell me now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tell me in earnest, Oateley, canst thou chide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeing thy Rose a lady and a bride?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>L. Mayor.</i> I am content with what your grace hath done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lincoln.</i> And I, my liege, since there’s no remedy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Come on, then, all shake hands: I’ll have you friends;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where there is much love, all discord ends.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What says my mad lord mayor to all this love?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> O my liege, this honour you have done to my
fine journeyman here, Rowland Lacy, and all these
favours which you have shown to me this day in my poor
house, will make Simon Eyre live longer by one dozen of
warm summers more than he should.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Nay, my mad lord mayor, that shall be thy name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any grace of mine can length thy life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One honour more I’ll do thee: that new building,<a name="FNanchor_117_117" id="FNanchor_117_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which at thy cost in Cornhill is erected,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall take a name from us; we’ll have it called<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The Leadenhall, because in digging it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You found the lead that covereth the same.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> I thank your majesty.</p>

<p><i>Marg.</i> God bless your grace!</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Lincoln, a word with you!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hodge</span>, <span class="smcap">Firk</span>, <span class="smcap">Ralph</span>, <i>and more <span class="antiqua">Shoemakers</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Eyre.</i> How now, my mad knaves? Peace, speak
softly, yonder is the king.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> With the old troop which there we keep in pay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We will incorporate a new supply.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before one summer more pass o’er my head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">France shall repent, England was injured.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What are all those?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lacy.</i>      <span class="indent13">All shoemakers, my liege,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sometime my fellows; in their companies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I lived as merry as an emperor.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>King.</i> My mad lord mayor, are all these shoemakers?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> All shoemakers, my liege; all gentlemen of the
gentle craft, true Trojans, courageous cordwainers; they
all kneel to the shrine of holy Saint Hugh.</p>

<p><i>All the Shoemakers.</i> God save your majesty!</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Mad Simon, would they anything with us?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Mum, mad knaves! Not a word! I’ll do’t; I
warrant you. They are all beggars, my liege; all for
themselves, and I for them all on both my knees do entreat,
that for the honour of poor Simon Eyre and the
good of his brethren, these mad knaves, your grace would
vouchsafe some privilege to my new Leadenhall, that it
may be lawful for us to buy and sell leather there two
days a week.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Mad Sim, I grant your suit, you shall have patent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hold two market-days in Leadenhall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mondays and Fridays, those shall be the times.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will this content you?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>All.</i> Jesus bless your grace!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> In the name of these my poor brethren shoemakers,
I most humbly thank your grace. But before I
rise, seeing you are in the giving vein and we in the
begging, grant Sim Eyre one boon more.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> What is it, my lord mayor?</p>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> Vouchsafe to taste of a poor banquet that
stands sweetly waiting for your sweet presence.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> I shall undo thee, Eyre, only with feasts;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Already have I been too troublesome;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say, have I not?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Eyre.</i> O my dear king, Sim Eyre was taken unawares
upon a day of shroving,<a name="FNanchor_118_118" id="FNanchor_118_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a> which I promised long ago to the
prentices of London.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For, an’t please your highness, in time past,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I bare the water-tankard, and my coat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sits not a whit the worse upon my back;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then, upon a morning, some mad boys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It was Shrove Tuesday, even as ’tis now,<br /></span>
</div>

<p>Gave me my breakfast, and I swore then by the stopple
of my tankard, if ever I came to be lord mayor of
London, I would feast all the prentices. This day, my
liege, I did it, and the slaves had an hundred tables five
times covered; they are gone home and vanished;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet add more honour to the gentle trade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Taste of Eyre’s banquet, Simon’s happy made.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Eyre, I will taste of thy banquet, and will say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have not met more pleasure on a day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Friends of the gentle craft, thanks to you all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thanks, my kind lady mayoress, for our cheer.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, lords, a while let’s revel it at home!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When all our sports and banquetings are done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wars must right wrongs which Frenchmen have begun.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>






<h2 class="break" title="THE HONEST WHORE. IN TWO PARTS. Part the First.">
<span class="hide">THE HONEST WHORE. IN TWO PARTS. Part the First.</span>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>




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<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Between</span> the publication of the first,
and of the second, parts of <i>The Honest
Whore</i>, a quarter of a century passed.
The first part appeared in 1604, having
the sub-title “With the Humours of the
Patient Man, and the Longing Wife.”
In 1630 followed the second part, in
which the sub-title is further expanded:&mdash;“With
the Humours of the Patient Man, the Impatient
Wife: the Honest Whore, persuaded by strong arguments to
turne Courtesan again: her brave refuting those Arguments.&mdash;And
lastly, the Comical Passages of an Italian Bridewell,
where the scene ends.” Both title-pages give Dekker’s name
alone as author, although from a passage in Henslow’s Diary,
we learn that Middleton collaborated with him in the play.</p>

<p>It is impossible now to decide exactly what Middleton’s
share was, but it was certainly not inconsiderable. Mr. Bullen
points out, in his introduction to Middleton’s works, the close
resemblance between the scene where Bellafront prepares
for her visitors, and the first scene in the 3rd Act of Middleton’s
<i>Michaelmas Term</i>; but this play did not appear until
three years after the first part of Dekker’s. Still the fact of
Middleton’s repeating the scene, goes to show that he had
some special share in it, and certain other scenes in the first
part are somewhat reminiscent of his style, as those in Acts I.
and III., indicated by Mr. Bullen, where the gallants try to
irritate Candido. The second part contains nothing that I
should be inclined to allot to Middleton, agreeing in this
with Mr. Swinburne, who remarks that it “seems so
thoroughly of one piece and pattern, so apparently the result
of one man’s invention and composition, that without more
positive evidence I should hesitate to assign a share in it to
any colleague of the poet under whose name it first<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
appeared.” Mr. J. Addington Symonds has conjectured
that the work as a whole has “the movement of one of
Middleton’s acknowledged plays,” and it is possible that the
main direction of the plot may have owed something to his
more restraining dramatic sense of form. However this may
be, the essential heart and spirit of the play are Dekker’s
beyond all question. Bellafront, Matheo, Friscobaldo,
Candido, are creatures not to be mistaken; and their interplay
is managed throughout in Dekker’s individual manner.
The source whence these, with the rest of the characters and
episodes of the play, have been derived, has not been discovered:
they were no doubt transcribed from life, and their
secret lies hidden probably in Dekker’s brain alone.</p>

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<p>“There is in the second part of <i>The Honest Whore</i>,
where Bellafront, a reclaimed harlot, recounts some of the
miseries of her profession, a simple picture of honour and
shame, contrasted without violence, and expressed without
immodesty, which is worth all the <i>strong lines</i> against the
harlot’s profession, with which both parts of this play are
offensively crowded. A satirist is always to be suspected,
who, to make vice odious, dwells upon all its acts and
minutest circumstances with a sort of relish and retrospective
fondness. But so near are the boundaries of panegyric and
invective, that a worn-out sinner is sometimes found to make
the best declaimer against sin. The same high-seasoned
descriptions, which in his unregenerate state served but to
inflame his appetites, in his new province of a moralist will
serve him, a little turned, to expose the enormity of those
appetites in other men.”&mdash;<span class="smcap">C. Lamb</span>: <i>Specimens of English
Dramatic Poets</i>.</p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.">
<span class="hide">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</span>
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<div class="container">
<div class="dp">
<div>
<span class="smcap">Gasparo Trebazzi</span>, Duke of Milan.<br />
<span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, a Count.<br />
<span class="smcap">Castruchio.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Sinezi.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Pioratto.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Fluello.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Matheo.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Benedict</span>, a Doctor.<br />
<span class="smcap">Anselmo</span>, a Friar.<br />
<span class="smcap">Fustigo</span>, Brother of <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Candido</span>, a Linen-draper.<br />
<span class="smcap">George</span>, his Servant.<br />
First Prentice.<br />
Second Prentice.<br />
<span class="smcap">Crambo.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Poh.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Roger</span>, Servant of <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.<br />
Porter,<br />
Sweeper.<br />
Madmen, Servants, &amp;c.</div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, Daughter of the Duke.<br />
<span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, a Harlot.<br />
<span class="smcap">Viola</span>, Wife of Candido.<br />
Mistress <span class="smcap">Fingerlock</span>, a Bawd.
</div>


<div class="p1">SCENE&mdash;<span class="smcap">Milan</span> and the Neighbourhood.</div>
</div></div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>




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<p class="p2 x-large center"><i>THE HONEST WHORE.</i><br />

<i><span class="smcap">Part the First.</span></i></p>




<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Street in Milan.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter at one side a Funeral (a coronet lying on the hearse,
scutcheon and garlands hanging on the sides), attended
by</i> <span class="smcap">Gasparo Trebazzi</span>, <i>Duke of Milan</i>, <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>,
<span class="smcap">Sinezi</span>, <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <i>and others</i>. <i>At the
other side enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span> <i>labouring
to hold him back</i>.</p>


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<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Duke.</span> Behold, yon comet shows his head again!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twice hath he thus at cross-turns thrown on us<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prodigious<a name="FNanchor_119_119" id="FNanchor_119_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a> looks: twice hath he troubled<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The waters of our eyes. See, he’s turned wild:&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go on, in God’s name.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="drop-capi3prose"><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Sin.</i> On afore there, ho!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Kinsmen and friends, take from your manly sides<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Your weapons to keep back the desperate boy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From doing violence to the innocent dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I prithee, dear Matheo&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Matheo.</i> Come you’re mad!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I do arrest thee, murderer! Set down.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Villains, set down that sorrow, ’tis all mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I do beseech you all, for my blood’s sake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send hence your milder spirits, and let wrath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Join in confederacy with your weapons’ points;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If he proceed to vex us, let your swords<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seek out his bowels: funeral grief loathes words.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas., Sin.</i> Set on.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Set down the body!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> O my lord!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re wrong! i’th’ open street? you see she’s dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I know she is not dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Frantic young man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wilt thou believe these gentlemen?&mdash;Pray speak&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou dost abuse my child, and mock’st the tears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That here are shed for her: if to behold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those roses withered, that set out her cheeks:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That pair of stars that gave her body light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Darkened and dim for ever; all those rivers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That fed her veins with warm and crimson streams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Frozen and dried up: if these be signs of death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then is she dead. Thou unreligious youth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art not ashamed to empty all these eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of funeral tears, a debt due to the dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As mirth is to the living? Sham’st thou not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have them stare on thee? hark, thou art cursed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even to thy face, by those that scarce can speak.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> My lord&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What would’st thou have? Is she not dead?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Oh, you ha’ killed her by your cruelty!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Du.</i> Admit I had, thou kill’st her now again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And art more savage than a barbarous Moor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Let me but kiss her pale and bloodless lip.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> O fie, fie, fie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Or if not touch her, let me look on her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> As you regard your honour&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Honour? smoke!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Or if you loved her living, spare her now.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Ay, well done, sir, you play the gentleman&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Steal hence;&mdash;’tis nobly done;&mdash;away;&mdash;I’ll join<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My force to yours, to stop this violent torment&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pass on.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt with hearse, all except the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>,
<span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Matheo, thou dost wound me more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> I give you physic, noble friend, not wounds.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> O, well said, well done, a true gentleman!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alack, I know the sea of lovers’ rage<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comes rushing with so strong a tide, it beats<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bears down all respects of life, of honour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of friends, of foes! Forget her, gallant youth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Forget her?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay, nay, be but patient;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For why death’s hand hath sued a strict divorce<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twixt her and thee: what’s beauty but a corse?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What but fair sand-dust are earth’s purest forms?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Queen’s bodies are but trunks to put in worms.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Speak no more sentences, my good lord, but slip
hence; you see they are but fits; I’ll rule him, I warrant
ye. Ay, so, tread gingerly; your grace is here somewhat
too long already. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>.] S’blood, the jest were
now, if, having ta’en some knocks o’ th’ pate already, he
should get loose again, and like a mad ox, toss my new
black cloaks into the kennel. I must humour his lordship.
[<i>Aside</i>]. My Lord Hippolito, is it in your stomach to
go to dinner?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Where is the body?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> The body, as the duke spake very wisely, is
gone to be wormed.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I cannot rest; I’ll meet it at next turn:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll see how my love looks.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Matheo</span> <i>holds him back</i>.<br /></span></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
</div>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> How your love looks? worse than a scare-crow.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wrestle not with me: the great fellow gives the fall for a ducat.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I shall forget myself.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pray, do so, leave yourself behind yourself, and
go whither you will. ’Sfoot, do you long to have base
rogues that maintain a Saint Anthony’s fire in their noses
by nothing but twopenny ale, make ballads of you? If
the duke had but so much mettle in him, as is in a cobbler’s
awl, he would ha’ been a vexed thing: he and his
train had blown you up, but that their powder has taken
the wet of cowards: you’ll bleed three pottles of Alicant,<a name="FNanchor_120_120" id="FNanchor_120_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a>
by this light, if you follow ’em, and then we shall have a
hole made in a wrong place, to have surgeons roll thee
up like a baby in swaddling clouts.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> What day is to-day, Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Yea marry, this is an easy question: why to-day
is&mdash;let me see&mdash;Thursday.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Oh! Thursday.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Here’s a coil for a dead commodity. ’Sfoot,
women when they are alive are but dead commodities,
for you shall have one woman lie upon many men’s
hands.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> She died on Monday then.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And that’s the most villanous day of all the week
to die in: and she was well, and eat a mess of water-gruel
on Monday morning.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Ay? it cannot be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such a bright taper should burn out so soon.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> O yes, my lord. So soon? why, I ha’ known
them, that at dinner have been as well, and had so much
health, that they were glad to pledge it, yet before three
a’clock have been found dead drunk.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> On Thursday buried! and on Monday died!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quick haste, byrlady;<a name="FNanchor_121_121" id="FNanchor_121_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a> sure her winding sheet<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Was laid out ’fore her body; and the worms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That now must feast with her, were even bespoke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And solemnly invited like strange guests.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Strange feeders they are indeed, my lord, and,
like your jester, or young courtier, will enter upon any
man’s trencher without bidding.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Curst be that day for ever that robbed her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of breath, and me, of bliss! henceforth let it stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within the wizard’s book (the calendar)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Marked with a marginal finger, to be chosen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By thieves, by villains, and black murderers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the best day for them to labour in.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If henceforth this adulterous bawdy world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be got with child with treason, sacrilege,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Atheism, rapes, treacherous friendship, perjury,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Slander (the beggar’s sin), lies (sin of fools),<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or any other damned impieties,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Monday let ’em be deliverèd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I swear to thee, Matheo, by my soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hereafter weekly on that day I’ll glue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine eye-lids down, because they shall not gaze<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On any female cheek. And being locked up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In my close chamber, there I’ll meditate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On nothing but my Infelice’s end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or on a dead man’s skull draw out mine own.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> You’ll do all these good works now every Monday,
because it is so bad: but I hope upon Tuesday
morning I shall take you with a wench.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> If ever, whilst frail blood through my veins run,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On woman’s beams I throw affection,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Save her that’s dead: or that I loosely fly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To th’ shore of any other wafting eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me not prosper, Heaven! I will be true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even to her dust and ashes: could her tomb<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stand whilst I lived, so long that it might rot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That should fall down, but she be ne’er forgot.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> If you have this strange monster, honesty, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
your belly, why so jig-makers<a name="FNanchor_122_122" id="FNanchor_122_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a> and chroniclers shall pick
something out of you; but an I smell not you and a
bawdy house out within these ten days, let my nose be
as big as an English bag-pudding: I’ll follow your lordship,
though it be to the place aforenamed.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt098.png" width="400" height="41" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>Another Street.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fustigo</span> <i>in some fantastic Sea-suit, meeting a
<span class="antiqua">Porter</span></i>.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> How now, porter, will she come?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> If I may trust a woman, sir, she will come.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> There’s for thy pains [<i>Gives money</i>]. Godamercy,
if ever I stand in need of a wench that will come with a
wet finger,<a name="FNanchor_123_123" id="FNanchor_123_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a> porter, thou shalt earn my money before any
clarissimo<a name="FNanchor_124_124" id="FNanchor_124_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a> in Milan; yet, so God sa’ me, she’s mine own
sister body and soul, as I am a Christian gentleman;
farewell; I’ll ponder till she come: thou hast been no
bawd in fetching this woman, I assure thee.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> No matter if I had, sir, better men than porters
are bawds.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> O God, sir, many that have borne offices. But,
porter, art sure thou went’st into a true house?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> I think so, for I met with no thieves.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay, but art sure it was my sister, Viola.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> I am sure, by all superscriptions, it was the party
you ciphered.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Not very tall?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Nor very low; a middling woman.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Twas she, ’faith, ’twas she, a pretty plump cheek,
like mine?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> At a blush a little, very much like you.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Godso, I would not for a ducat she had
kicked up her heels, for I ha’ spent an abomination this
voyage, marry, I did it amongst sailors and gentlemen.
There’s a little modicum more, porter, for making thee
stay [<i>Gives money</i>]; farewell, honest porter.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> I am in your debt, sir; God preserve you.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Not so, neither, good porter. [<i>Exit</i> Porter.]
God’s lid, yonder she comes. [<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.] Sister
Viola, I am glad to see you stirring: it’s news to have
me here, is’t not, sister?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Yes, trust me; I wondered who should be so
bold to send for me: you are welcome to Milan,
brother.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Troth, sister, I heard you were married to a very
rich chuff,<a name="FNanchor_125_125" id="FNanchor_125_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> and I was very sorry for it, that I had no
better clothes, and that made me send; for you know we
Milaners love to strut upon Spanish leather. And how do
all our friends?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Very well; you ha’ travelled enough now, I
trow, to sow your wild oats.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> A pox on ’em! wild oats? I ha’ not an oat to
throw at a horse. Troth, sister, I ha’ sowed my oats, and
reaped two hundred ducats if I had ’em here. Marry, I
must entreat you to lend me some thirty or forty till the
ship come: by this hand, I’ll discharge at my day, by
this hand.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> These are your old oaths.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Why, sister, do you think I’ll forswear my hand?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Well, well, you shall have them: put yourself into
better fashion, because I must employ you in a serious
matter.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I’ll sweat like a horse if I like the matter.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> You ha’ cast off all your old swaggering humours?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I had not sailed a league in that great fishpond,
the sea, but I cast up my very gall.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Vio.</i> I am the more sorry, for I must employ a true
swaggerer.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay by this iron, sister, they shall find I am
powder and touch-box, if they put fire once into me.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Then lend me your ears.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Mine ears are yours, dear sister.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> I am married to a man that has wealth enough,
and wit enough.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> A linen-draper, I was told, sister.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Very true, a grave citizen, I want nothing that a
wife can wish from a husband: but here’s the spite, he
has not all the things belonging to a man.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> God’s my life, he’s a very mandrake,<a name="FNanchor_126_126" id="FNanchor_126_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a> or else (God
bless us) one a’ these whiblins,<a name="FNanchor_127_127" id="FNanchor_127_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a> and that’s worse, and
then all the children that he gets lawfully of your body,
sister, are bastards by a statute.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> O, you run over me too fast, brother; I have
heard it often said, that he who cannot be angry is no
man. I am sure my husband is a man in print, for all
things else save only in this, no tempest can move him.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Slid, would he had been at sea with us! he
should ha’ been moved, and moved again, for I’ll be
sworn, la, our drunken ship reeled like a Dutchman.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> No loss of goods can increase in him a wrinkle,
no crabbed language make his countenance sour, the
stubbornness of no servant shake him; he has no more
gall in him than a dove, no more sting than an ant;
musician will he never be, yet I find much music in him,
but he loves no frets, and is so free from anger, that many
times I am ready to bite off my tongue, because it
wants that virtue which all women’s tongues have, to
anger their husbands: brother, mine can by no thunder,
turn him into a sharpness.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Belike his blood, sister, is well brewed then.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> I protest to thee, Fustigo, I love him most
affectionately; but I know not&mdash;I ha’ such a tickling
within me&mdash;such a strange longing; nay, verily I do long.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Then you’re with child, sister, by all signs and
tokens; nay, I am partly a physician, and partly something
else. I ha’ read Albertus Magnus, and Aristotle’s
Problems.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> You’re wide a’ th’ bow hand<a name="FNanchor_128_128" id="FNanchor_128_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> still, brother: my
longings are not wanton, but wayward: I long to have
my patient husband eat up a whole porcupine, to the
intent, the bristling quills may stick about his lips like a
Flemish mustachio, and be shot at me: I shall be leaner
the new moon, unless I can make him horn-mad.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Sfoot, half a quarter of an hour does that; make
him a cuckold.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Pooh, he would count such a cut no unkindness.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> The honester citizen he; then make him drunk
and cut off his beard.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Fie, fie, idle, idle! he’s no Frenchman, to fret at
the loss of a little scald<a name="FNanchor_129_129" id="FNanchor_129_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a> hair. No, brother, thus it shall
be&mdash;you must be secret.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> As your mid-wife, I protest, sister, or a barber-surgeon.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Repair to the Tortoise here in St. Christopher’s
Street; I will send you money; turn yourself into a brave
man: instead of the arms of your mistress, let your sword
and your military scarf hang about your neck.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I must have a great horseman’s French feather
too, sister.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> O, by any means, to show your light head, else
your hat will sit like a coxcomb: to be brief, you must be
in all points a most terrible wide-mouthed swaggerer.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay, for swaggering points let me alone.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Resort then to our shop, and, in my husband’s
presence, kiss me, snatch rings, jewels, or any thing, so
you give it back again, brother, in secret.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> By this hand, sister.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Swear as if you came but new from knighting.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay, I’ll swear after four-hundred a year.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Swagger worse than a lieutenant among fresh-water
soldiers, call me your love, your ingle,<a name="FNanchor_130_130" id="FNanchor_130_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> your cousin,
or so; but sister at no hand.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> No, no, it shall be cousin, or rather coz; that’s
the gulling word between the citizens’ wives and their
mad-caps that man ’em to the garden; to call you one a’
mine aunts’<a name="FNanchor_131_131" id="FNanchor_131_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a> sister, were as good as call you arrant whore;
no, no, let me alone to cousin you rarely.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> H’as heard I have a brother, but never saw him,
therefore put on a good face.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> The best in Milan, I warrant.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Take up wares, but pay nothing, rifle my bosom,
my pocket, my purse, the boxes for money to dice with;
but, brother, you must give all back again in secret.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> By this welkin that here roars I will, or else let
me never know what a secret is: why, sister, do you think
I’ll cony-catch<a name="FNanchor_132_132" id="FNanchor_132_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a> you, when you are my cousin? God’s
my life, then I were a stark ass. If I fret not his guts,
beg me for a fool.<a name="FNanchor_133_133" id="FNanchor_133_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Be circumspect, and do so then. Farewell.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> The Tortoise, sister! I’ll stay there; forty
ducats.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Thither I’ll send.&mdash;[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Fustigo</span>.]&mdash;This law can none deny,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Women must have their longings, or they die.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt102.png" width="350" height="44" alt="decoration" />
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Chamber in the Duke’s Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Duke</span>, <span class="antiqua">Doctor</span></i> <span class="smcap">Benedict</span>, <i>and two <span class="antiqua">Servants</span></i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Give charge that none do enter, lock the doors&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Speaking as he enters.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fellows, what your eyes and ears receive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon your lives trust not the gadding air<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To carry the least part of it. The glass, the hour-glass!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Here, my lord.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Brings hour-glass.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Ah, ’tis near spent!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, Doctor Benedict, does your art speak truth?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art sure the soporiferous stream will ebb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leave the crystal banks of her white body<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pure as they were at first, just at the hour?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Just at the hour, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Uncurtain her:<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>A curtain is drawn back and</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span> <i>discovered
lying on a couch</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Softly!&mdash;See, doctor, what a coldish heat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spreads over all her body!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Now it works:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The vital spirits that by a sleepy charm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were bound up fast, and threw an icy rust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On her exterior parts, now ’gin to break;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trouble her not, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Some stools! [<i><span class="antiqua">Servants</span> set stools</i>.] You called<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For music, did you not? Oh ho, it speaks,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Music.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It speaks! Watch, sirs, her waking, note those sands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doctor, sit down: A dukedom that should weigh<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine own down twice, being put into one scale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that fond<a name="FNanchor_134_134" id="FNanchor_134_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> desperate boy, Hippolito,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making the weight up, should not at my hands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Buy her i’th’other, were her state more light<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than her’s, who makes a dowry up with alms.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doctor, I’ll starve her on the Apennine<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Ere he shall marry her. I must confess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hippolito is nobly born; a man&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did not mine enemies’ blood boil in his veins&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom I would court to be my son-in-law;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But princes, whose high spleens for empery swell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are not with easy art made parallel.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Servants.</i> She wakes, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Look, Doctor Benedict&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I charge you on your lives, maintain for truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What e’er the doctor or myself aver,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For you shall bear her hence to Bergamo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> O God, what fearful dreams!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Wakening.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Lady.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Ha!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Girl.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, Infelice, how is’t now, ha, speak?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> I’m well&mdash;what makes this doctor here?&mdash;I’m well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou wert not so even now, sickness’ pale hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laid hold on thee even in the midst of feasting;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when a cup crowned with thy lover’s health<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had touched thy lips, a sensible cold dew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see such beauty alter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> I remember<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sate at banquet, but felt no such change.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou hast forgot, then, how a messenger<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Came wildly in, with this unsavory news,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he was dead?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> What messenger? who’s dead?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hippolito. Alack! wring not thy hands.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> I saw no messenger, heard no such news.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Trust me you did, sweet lady.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> La, you now!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Ser.</i> Yes, indeed, madam.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> La, you now.&mdash;’Tis well, good knaves!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> You ha’ slain him, and now you’ll murder me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Good Infelice, vex not thus thyself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of this the bad report before did strike<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So coldly to thy heart, that the swift currents<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of life were all frozen up&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> It is untrue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis most untrue, O most unnatural father!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> And we had much to do by art’s best cunning,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fetch life back again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Most certain, lady.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Why, la, you now, you’ll not believe me. Friends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swear we not all? had we not much to do?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Servants.</i> Yes, indeed, my lord, much.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Death drew such fearful pictures in thy face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That were Hippolito alive again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’d kneel and woo the noble gentleman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be thy husband: now I sore repent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sharpness to him, and his family;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, do not weep for him; we all must die&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doctor, this place where she so oft hath seen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His lively presence, hurts her, does it not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Doubtless, my lord, it does.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> It does, it does:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore, sweet girl, thou shalt to Bergamo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Even where you will; in any place there’s woe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> A coach is ready, Bergamo doth stand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In a most wholesome air, sweet walks; there’s deer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ay, thou shalt hunt and send us venison,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which like some goddess in the Cyprian groves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine own fair hand shall strike;&mdash;Sirs, you shall teach her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To stand, and how to shoot; ay, she shall hunt:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cast off this sorrow. In, girl, and prepare<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This night to ride away to Bergamo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> O most unhappy maid!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Follow her close.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
<span class="i0">No words that she was buried, on your lives!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or that her ghost walks now after she’s dead;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll hang you if you name a funeral.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>1st Ser.</i> I’ll speak Greek, my lord, ere I speak that
deadly word.</p>

<p><i>2nd Ser.</i> And I’ll speak Welsh, which is harder than
Greek.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Away, look to her.&mdash;[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">Servants</span>.</i>]&mdash;Doctor Benedict,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did you observe how her complexion altered<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon his name and death? Oh, would t’were true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> It may, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> May! how? I wish his death.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> And you may have your wish; say but the word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’tis a strong spell to rip up his grave:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have good knowledge with Hippolito;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He calls me friend, I’ll creep into his bosom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sting him there to death; poison can do’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Perform it; I’ll create thee half mine heir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> It shall be done, although the fact be foul.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Greatness hides sin, the guilt upon my soul!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt106.png" width="400" height="46" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>A Street.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cas.</i> Signor Pioratto, Signor Fluello, shall’s be merry?
shall’s play the wags now?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Ay, any thing that may beget the child of laughter.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Truth, I have a pretty sportive conceit new crept
into my brain, will move excellent mirth.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Let’s ha’t, let’s ha’t; and where shall the scene
of mirth lie?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> At Signor Candido’s house, the patient man, nay,
the monstrous patient man; they say his blood is immoveable,
that he has taken all patience from a man,
and all constancy from a woman.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> That makes so many whores now-a-days.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Ay, and so many knaves too.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Well, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> To conclude, the report goes, he’s so mild, so
affable, so suffering, that nothing indeed can move him:
now do but think what sport it will be to make this
fellow, the mirror of patience, as angry, as vexed, and as
mad as an English cuckold.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> O, ’twere admirable mirth, that: but how will’t
be done, signor?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Let me alone, I have a trick, a conceit, a thing,
a device will sting him i’faith, if he have but a thimbleful
of blood in’s belly, or a spleen not so big as a tavern
token.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Thou stir him? thou move him? thou anger
him? alas, I know his approved temper: thou vex
him? why he has a patience above man’s injuries:
thou may’st sooner raise a spleen in an angel, than
rough humour in him. Why I’ll give you instance for
it. This wonderfully tempered Signor Candido upon a
time invited home to his house certain Neapolitan lords,
of curious taste, and no mean palates, conjuring his wife,
of all loves,<a name="FNanchor_135_135" id="FNanchor_135_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> to prepare cheer fitting for such honourable
trencher-men. She&mdash;just of a woman’s nature, covetous
to try the uttermost of vexation, and thinking at last to
get the start of his humour&mdash;willingly neglected the
preparation, and became unfurnished, not only of dainty,
but of ordinary dishes. He, according to the mildness
of his breast, entertained the lords, and with courtly
discourse beguiled the time, as much as a citizen might
do. To conclude, they were hungry lords, for there
came no meat in; their stomachs were plainly gulled,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
and their teeth deluded, and, if anger could have seized
a man, there was matter enough i’faith to vex any citizen
in the world, if he were not too much made a fool by his
wife.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Ay, I’ll swear for’t: ’sfoot, had it been my case,
I should ha’ played mad tricks with my wife and family:
first, I would ha’ spitted the men, stewed the maids, and
baked the mistress, and so served them in.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> Why ’twould ha’ tempted any blood but his,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou to vex him? thou to anger him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With some poor shallow jest?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> ’Sblood, Signor Pioratto, you that disparage my
conceit, I’ll wage a hundred ducats upon the head on’t,
that it moves him, frets him, and galls him.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Done, ’tis a lay,<a name="FNanchor_136_136" id="FNanchor_136_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a> join golls<a name="FNanchor_137_137" id="FNanchor_137_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a> on’t: witness Signor
Fluello.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Witness: ’tis done:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, follow me: the house is not far off,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll thrust him from his humour, vex his breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And win a hundred ducats by one jest.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt108.png" width="400" height="37" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE V.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>Shop</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">George</span> <i>and two <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span> discovered: enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p>


<p><i>Vio.</i> Come, you put up your wares in good order
here, do you not, think you? one piece cast this way,
another that way! you had need have a patient master
indeed.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Ay. I’ll be sworn, for we have a curst mistress.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> You mumble, do you? mumble? I would your
master or I could be a note more angry! for two patient<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
folks in a house spoil all the servants that ever shall come
under them.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> You patient! ay, so is the devil when he is
horn-mad.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>


<p><i>Geo.</i> Gentlemen, what do you lack?<a name="FNanchor_138_138" id="FNanchor_138_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_138" class="fnanchor">[138]</a></p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> What is’t you buy?</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> See fine hollands, fine cambrics, fine lawns.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> What is’t you lack?</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> What is’t you buy?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Where’s Signor Candido, thy master?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Faith, signor, he’s a little negotiated, he’ll appear
presently.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Fellow, let’s see a lawn, a choice one, sirrah.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> The best in all Milan, gentlemen, and this is the
piece. I can fit you gentlemen with fine calicoes too for
doublets, the only sweet fashion now, most delicate and
courtly, a meek gentle calico, cut upon two double affable
taffetas,&mdash;ah, most neat, feat, and unmatchable!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> A notable voluble-tongued villain.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> I warrant this fellow was never begot without
much prating.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> What, and is this she, sayest thou?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Ay, and the purest she that ever you fingered
since you were a gentleman: look how even she is, look
how clean she is, ha! as even as the brow of Cynthia,
and as clean as your sons and heirs when they ha’
spent all.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Pooh, thou talkest&mdash;pox on’t, ’tis rough.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> How? is she rough? but if you bid pox on’t, sir,
’twill take away the roughness presently.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Ha, signor; has he fitted your French curse?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Look you, gentlemen, here’s another, compare
them I pray, <i>compara Virgilium cum Homero</i>, compare
virgins with harlots.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Cas.</i> Pooh, I ha’ seen better, and as you term them,
evener and cleaner.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> You may see further for your mind, but trust me,
you shall not find better for your body.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cas.</i> O here he comes, let’s make as though we pass.
Come, come, we’ll try in some other shop.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> How now? what’s the matter?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> The gentlemen find fault with this lawn, fall out
with it, and without a cause too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Without a cause?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that makes you to let ’em pass away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ah, may I crave a word with you gentlemen?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> He calls us.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> &mdash;Makes the better for the jest.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I pray come near, you’re very welcome, gallants.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray pardon my man’s rudeness, for I fear me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">H’as talked above a prentice with you. Lawns!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Showing lawns.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look you, kind gentlemen, this&mdash;no&mdash;ay&mdash;this:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take this upon my honest-dealing faith,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be a true weave, not too hard, nor slack,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But e’en as far from falsehood as from black.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Well, how do you rate it?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Very conscionably, eighteen shillings a yard.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> That’s too dear: how many yards does the whole
piece contain, think you?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Why, some seventeen yards, I think, or thereabouts.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How much would serve your turn, I pray?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Why, let me see&mdash;would it were better too!</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Truth, tis the best in Milan at few words.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Well: let me have then&mdash;a whole penny-worth.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Ha, ha! you’re a merry gentleman.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> A penn’orth I say.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Of lawn!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Of lawn? Ay, of lawn, a penn’orth. ’Sblood,
dost not hear? a whole penn’orth, are you deaf?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Deaf? no, sir: but I must tell you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our wares do seldom meet such customers.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Nay, an you and your lawns be so squeamish,
fare you well.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Pray stay; a word, pray, signor: for what
purpose is it, I beseech you?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> ’Sblood, what’s that to you: I’ll have a penny-worth.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> A penny-worth! why you shall: I’ll serve you
presently.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> ’Sfoot, a penny-worth, mistress!</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> A penny-worth! call you these gentlemen?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> No, no: not there.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> What then, kind gentlemen, what at this corner
here?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> No, nor there neither;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll have it just in the middle, or else not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Just in the middle!&mdash;ha&mdash;you shall too: what,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have you a single penny?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Yes, here’s one.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Lend it me, I pray.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> An excellent followed jest!</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> What will he spoil the lawn now?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Patience, good wife.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, that patience makes a fool of you.&mdash;Gentlemen,
you might ha’ found some other citizen to have
made a kind gull on, besides my husband.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Pray, gentlemen, take her to be a woman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do not regard her language.&mdash;O kind soul:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such words will drive away my customers.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Customers with a murrain! call you these
customers?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Patience, good wife.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Pox a’ your patience.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> ’Sfoot, mistress, I warrant these are some cheating
companions.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Look you, gentlemen, there’s your ware, I thank
you, I have your money here; pray know my shop, pray
let me have your custom.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Custom quoth’a.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Let me take more of your money.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> You had need so.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Hark in thine ear, thou’st lost an hundred
ducats.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Well, well, I know’t: is’t possible that <i>homo</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should be nor man, nor woman: not once moved;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No not at such an injury, not at all!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sure he’s a pigeon, for he has no gall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Come, come, you’re angry though you smother it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re vexed i’faith; confess.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Why, gentlemen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should you conceit me to be vexed or moved?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He has my ware, I have his money for’t,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that’s no argument I’m angry: no:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The best logician cannot prove me so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Oh, but the hateful name of a penn’orth of lawn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then cut out i’th middle of the piece:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pah, I guess it by myself, ’twould move a lamb<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were he a linen-draper, ’twould, i’faith.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Well, give me leave to answer you for that:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We are set here to please all customers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their humours and their fancies;&mdash;offend none:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We get by many, if we lose by one.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May be his mind stood to no more than that,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A penn’orth serves him, and ’mongst trades ’tis found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deny a penn’orth, it may cross a pound.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, he that means to thrive, with patient eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must please the devil if he come to buy!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> O wondrous man, patient ’bove wrong or woe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How blessed were men, if women could be so!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> And to express how well my breast is pleased,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And satisfied in all:&mdash;George fill a beaker.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll drink unto that gentleman, who lately<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bestowed his money with me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> God’s my life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We shall have all our gains drunk out in beakers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make amends for pennyworths of lawn!<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>with beaker</i>.</p>


<p><i>Cand.</i> Here wife, begin you to the gentleman.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> I begin to him!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Spills the wine.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> George, fill’t up again:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twas my fault, my hand shook.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> How strangely this doth show!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A patient man linked with a waspish shrew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> A silver and gilt beaker: I’ve a trick<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To work upon that beaker, sure ’twill fret him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It cannot choose but vex him. [<i>Aside.</i>] Signor Castruchio,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In pity to thee I have a conceit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will save thy hundred ducats yet; ’twill do’t,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And work him to impatience.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Sweet Fluello, I should be bountiful to that
conceit.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Well, ’tis enough.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>with beaker</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Here gentlemen to you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wish your custom, you are exceeding welcome.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> I pledge you, Signor Candido&mdash;[<i>Drinks.</i>]&mdash;here
you that must receive a hundred ducats.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> I’ll pledge them deep, i’faith, Castruchio.&mdash;Signor
Fluello.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Come: play’t off to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am your last man.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cand.</i> George supply the cup.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>who returns with beaker filled</i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> So, so, good honest George,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here Signor Candido, all this to you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> O, you must pardon me, I use it not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Will you not pledge me then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Yes, but not that:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great love is shown in little.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Blurt<a name="FNanchor_139_139" id="FNanchor_139_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a> on your sentences!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Sfoot, you shall pledge me all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Indeed I shall not.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Not pledge me? ’Sblood, I’ll carry away the
beaker then.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> The beaker? Oh! that at your pleasure, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Now by this drink I will.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Pledge him, he’ll do’t else.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> So: I ha’ done you right on my thumb-nail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What, will you pledge me now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> You know me, sir, I am not of that sin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Why then farewell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll bear away the beaker by this light.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> That’s as you please; ’tis very good.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Nay, it doth please me, and as you say, ’tis a very
good one. Farewell Signor Candido.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> Farewell Candido.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> You’re welcome gentlemen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Art not moved yet?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think his patience is above our wit.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span> <i>carrying
off the beaker, and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> I told you before, mistress, they were all cheaters.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Why fool! why husband! why madman! I hope
you will not let ’em sneak away so with a silver and gilt
beaker, the best in the house too.&mdash;Go, fellows, make
hue and cry after them.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Pray let your tongue lie still, all will be well.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come hither, George, hie to the constable,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And in calm order wish him to attach them;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make no great stir, because they’re gentlemen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And a thing partly done in merriment.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis but a size above a jest thou knowest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore pursue it mildly. Go begone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The constable’s hard by, bring him along,&mdash;make haste again.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> O you’re a goodly patient woodcock,<a name="FNanchor_140_140" id="FNanchor_140_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a> are you
not now? See what your patience comes to: every one
saddles you, and rides you; you’ll be shortly the common
stone-horse of Milan: a woman’s well holped up with
such a meacock<a name="FNanchor_141_141" id="FNanchor_141_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a>; I had rather have a husband that
would swaddle<a name="FNanchor_142_142" id="FNanchor_142_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a> me thrice a day, than such a one, that
will be gulled twice in half-an-hour: Oh, I could burn
all the wares in my shop for anger.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Pray wear a peaceful temper; be my wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is, be patient; for a wife and husband<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Share but one soul between them: this being known,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should not one soul then agree in one?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Hang your agreements! but if my beaker be
gone.&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cand.</i> Oh, here they come.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> The constable, sir, let ’em come along with me,
because there should be no wondering: he stays at door.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Constable, Goodman Abra’m.<a name="FNanchor_143_143" id="FNanchor_143_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a></p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Now Signor Candido, ’sblood why do you attach us?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> ’Sheart! attach us!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Nay swear not, gallants,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your oaths may move your souls, but not move me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have a silver beaker of my wife’s.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> You say not true: ’tis gilt.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Then you say true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And being gilt, the guilt lies more on you.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cas.</i> I hope y’are not angry, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Then you hope right; for I’m not angry.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> No, but a little moved.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I moved! ’twas you were moved, you were
brought hither.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> But you, out of your anger and impatience,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Caused us to be attached.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Nay, you misplace it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of my quiet sufferance I did that,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not of any wrath. Had I shown anger,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should have then pursued you with the law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hunted you to shame, as many worldlings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do build their anger upon feebler grounds;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The more’s the pity; many lose their lives<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For scarce so much coin as will hide their palm:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which is most cruel; those have vexèd spirits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That pursue lives; in this opinion rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The loss of millions could not move my breast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Thou art a blest man, and with peace dost deal,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such a meek spirit can bless a commonweal.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Gentlemen, now ’tis upon eating-time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray part not hence, but dine with me to-day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> I never heard a carter yet say nay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To such a motion. I’ll not be the first.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> Nor I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Nor I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> The constable shall bear you company.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">George, call him in: let the world say what it can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing can drive me from a patient man.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE SECOND.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span> <i>with a stool, cushion, looking-glass and
chafing-dish; these being set down, he pulls out of his
pocket a phial with white colour in it, and two
boxes, one with white, another with red paint; he
places all things in order, and a candle by them,
singing the ends of old ballads as he does it. At last</i>
<span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, <i>as he rubs his cheek with the colours,
whistles within.</i></p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt117b.png" width="150" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Rog.</span> Anon, forsooth.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] What are you playing
the rogue about?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> About you, forsooth; I’m
drawing up a hole in your white
silk stocking.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Is my glass there? and my
boxes of complexion?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Yes, forsooth: your boxes of complexion are
here, I think: yes, ’tis here: here’s your two complexions,
and if I had all the four complexions, I should ne’er set
a good face upon’t. Some men I see, are born, under
hard-favoured planets as well as women. Zounds, I look
worse now than I did before! and it makes her face
glister most damnably. There’s knavery in daubing, I
hold my life; or else this only female pomatum.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>not full ready;<a name="FNanchor_144_144" id="FNanchor_144_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a> she sits down; curls
her hair with her bodkin; and colours her lips.</i></p>


<p><i>Bell.</i> Where’s my ruff and poker,<a name="FNanchor_145_145" id="FNanchor_145_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a> you blockhead?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Your ruff, your poker, are engendering together
upon the cupboard of the court, or the court cupboard.<a name="FNanchor_146_146" id="FNanchor_146_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Fetch ’em: is the pox in your hams, you can go
no faster?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Strikes him.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Would the pox were in your fingers, unless you
could leave flinging! catch&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I’ll catch you, you dog, by and by: do you
grumble?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Sings.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cupid is a God, as naked as my nail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll whip him with a rod, if he my true love fail.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span> <i>with ruff and poker</i>.</p>


<p><i>Rog.</i> There’s your ruff, shall I poke it?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, honest Roger&mdash;no, stay; prithee, good boy,
hold here. [<i>Sings.</i>] [<span class="smcap">Roger</span> <i>holds the glass and candle</i>.]
Down, down, down, down, I fall down and arise,&mdash;down&mdash;I
never shall arise.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Troth mistress, then leave the trade if you shall never rise.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> What trade, Goodman Abra’m?<a name="FNanchor_147_147" id="FNanchor_147_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a></p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Why that of down and arise or the falling trade.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I’ll fall with you by and by.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rog.</i> If you do I know who shall smart for’t:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Troth, mistress, what do I look like now?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Like as you are; a panderly sixpenny rascal.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> I may thank you for that: in faith I look like
an old proverb, “Hold the candle before the devil.”</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Ud’s life, I’ll stick my knife in your guts an
you prate to me so!&mdash;What?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Sings.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Well met, pug, the pearl of beauty: umh, umh.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How now, Sir Knave? you forget your duty, umh, umh,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Marrymuff,<a name="FNanchor_148_148" id="FNanchor_148_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a> sir, are you grown so dainty; fa, la, la, leera, la.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is it you, sir? the worst of twenty, fa, la, la, leera, la.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p>
<p>Pox on you, how dost thou hold my glass?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Why, as I hold your door: with my fingers.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nay, pray thee, sweet honey Roger, hold up
handsomely.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Sings.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Pretty wantons warble, &amp;c.<br /></span>
</div>

<p>We shall ha’ guests to day, I lay my little maidenhead;
my nose itches so.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> I said so too last night, when our fleas twinged me.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> So, poke my ruff now, my gown, my gown! have
I my fall? where’s my fall, Roger?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Your fall, forsooth, is behind.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Knocking within.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> God’s my pittikins!<a name="FNanchor_149_149" id="FNanchor_149_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> some fool or other knocks.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Shall I open to the fool, mistress?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> And all these baubles lying thus? Away with it
quickly.&mdash;Ay, ay, knock, and be damned, whosoever you
be!&mdash;So: give the fresh salmon line now: let him come
ashore. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.] He shall serve for my breakfast,
though he go against my stomach.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.</p>


<p><i>Flu.</i> Morrow, coz.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> How does my sweet acquaintance?</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Save thee, little marmoset: how dost thou, good,
pretty rogue?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Well, God-a-mercy, good, pretty rascal.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Roger, some light, I prithee.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> You shall, signor, for we that live here in this
vale of misery are as dark as hell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit for a candle.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Good tobacco, Fluello?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Smell.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> It may be tickling gear: for it plays with my nose
already.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span> <i>with candle</i>.</span></p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Here’s another light angel,<a name="FNanchor_150_150" id="FNanchor_150_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a> signor.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> What? you pied curtal,<a name="FNanchor_151_151" id="FNanchor_151_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a> what’s that you are neighing?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rog.</i> I say God send us the light of Heaven, or some more angels.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Go fetch some wine, and drink half of it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rog.</i> I must fetch some wine, gentlemen, and drink half of it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Here Roger.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> No, let me send, prithee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Hold, you cankerworm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Rog.</i> You shall send both, if you please, signors.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> Stay, what’s best to drink a’ mornings?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Hippocras,<a name="FNanchor_152_152" id="FNanchor_152_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a> sir, for my mistress, if I fetch it, is
most dear to her.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Hippocras? there then, here’s a teston for you,
you snake.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They give money.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Right sir, here’s three shillings and sixpence for
a pottle<a name="FNanchor_153_153" id="FNanchor_153_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a> and a manchet.<a name="FNanchor_154_154" id="FNanchor_154_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Here’s most Herculanean tobacco; ha’ some,
acquaintance?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Faugh, not I, makes your breath stink like the
piss of a fox. Acquaintance, where supped you last night?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> At a place, sweet acquaintance, where your health
danced the canaries,<a name="FNanchor_155_155" id="FNanchor_155_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a> i’faith: you should ha’ been there.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I there among your punks!<a name="FNanchor_156_156" id="FNanchor_156_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a> marry, faugh,
hang’em; I scorn’t: will you never leave sucking of eggs
in other folk’s hens’ nests?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Why, in good troth, if you’ll trust me, acquaintance,
there was not one hen at the board; ask Fluello.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> No, faith, coz, none but cocks; Signor Malavella
drunk to thee.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> O, a pure beagle; that horse-leech there?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> And the knight, Sir Oliver Lollio, swore he would
bestow a taffeta petticoat on thee, but to break his fast with
thee.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> With me? I’ll choke him then, hang him, mole-catcher!
it’s the dreamingest snotty-nose.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Well, many took that Lollio for a fool, but he’s a
subtle fool.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Ay, and he has fellows: of all filthy, dry-fisted
knights, I cannot abide that he should touch me.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Why, wench? is he scabbed?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Hang him, he’ll not live to be so honest, nor to
the credit to have scabs about him; his betters have ’em:
but I hate to wear out any of his coarse knight-hood,
because he’s made like an alderman’s night-gown, faced
all with cony<a name="FNanchor_157_157" id="FNanchor_157_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a> before, and within nothing but fox: this
sweet Oliver will eat mutton till he be ready to burst, but
the lean-jawed slave will not pay for the scraping of his
trencher.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Plague him; set him beneath the salt, and let
him not touch a bit, till every one has had his full cut.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Lord Ello, the gentleman-usher, came into us too;
marry ’twas in our cheese, for he had been to borrow
money for his lord, of a citizen.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> What an ass is that lord, to borrow money of a
citizen!</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nay, God’s my pity, what an ass is that citizen
to lend money to a lord!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>; <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>saluting the
company, as a stranger, walks off</i>.<a name="FNanchor_158_158" id="FNanchor_158_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158_158" class="fnanchor">[158]</a> <span class="smcap">Roger</span> <i>comes in
sadly behind them, with a pottle pot, and stands aloof off</i>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Save you, gallants. Signor Fluello, exceedingly
well met, as I may say.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Signor Matheo, exceedingly well met too, as I
may say.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And how fares my little pretty mistress?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Ee’n as my little pretty servant; sees three court
dishes before her, and not one good bit in them:&mdash;How
now? why the devil standest thou so? Art in a trance?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Yes, forsooth.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Why dost not fill out their wine?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Forsooth, ’tis filled out already: all the wine that
the signors have bestowed upon you is cast away; a
porter ran a little at me, and so faced me down that I
had not a drop.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I’m accursed to let such a withered artichoke-faced
rascal grow under my nose: now you look like an
old he-cat, going to the gallows: I’ll be hanged if he ha’
not put up the money to cony-catch<a name="FNanchor_159_159" id="FNanchor_159_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a> us all.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> No, truly, forsooth, ’tis not put up yet.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> How many gentlemen hast thou served thus?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> None but five hundred, besides prentices and
serving-men.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Dost think I’ll pocket it up at thy hands?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Yes, forsooth, I fear you will pocket it up.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Fie, fie, cut my lace, good servant; I shall ha’
the mother<a name="FNanchor_160_160" id="FNanchor_160_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a> presently, I’m so vext at this horse-plumb.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Plague, not for a scald<a name="FNanchor_161_161" id="FNanchor_161_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a> pottle of wine!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Nay, sweet Bellafront, for a little pig’s wash!</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Here Roger, fetch more. [<i>Gives money.</i>] A mischance,
i’faith, acquaintance.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Out of my sight, thou ungodly puritanical
creature.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> For the t’other pottle? yes, forsooth.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Spill that too. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.] What gentleman is
that, servant? your friend?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Gods so; a stool, a stool! If you love me mistress,
entertain this gentleman respectively,<a name="FNanchor_162_162" id="FNanchor_162_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a> and bid him
welcome.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> He’s very welcome,&mdash;pray, sir, sit.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Thanks, lady.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Count Hippolito, is’t not? Cry you mercy
signor; you walk here all this while, and we not heard
you! Let me bestow a stool upon you, beseech you;
you are a stranger here, we know the fashions a’th’ house.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Please you be here, my lord?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Offers tobacco.</i></span></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> No, good Castruchio.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> You have abandoned the Court, I see, my lord,
since the death of your mistress; well, she was a delicate
piece&mdash;Beseech you, sweet, come let us serve under the
colours of your acquaintance still for all that&mdash;Please you
to meet here at the lodging of my coz, I shall bestow a
banquet upon you.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I never can deserve this kindness, sir.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What may this lady be, whom you call coz?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Faith, sir, a poor gentlewoman, of passing good
carriage; one that has some suits in law, and lies here in
an attorney’s house.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Is she married?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Ha, as all your punks are, a captain’s wife, or so:
never saw her before, my lord?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Never, trust me: a goodly creature!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> By gad, when you know her as we do, you’ll
swear she is the prettiest, kindest, sweetest, most bewitching
honest ape under the pole. A skin, your satin
is not more soft, nor lawn whiter.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Belike, then, she’s some sale courtesan.<a name="FNanchor_163_163" id="FNanchor_163_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a></p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Troth, as all your best faces are, a good wench.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Great pity that she’s a good wench.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Thou shalt ha’, i’faith, mistress.&mdash;How now,
signors? what, whispering? Did not I lay a wager I
should take you, within seven days, in a house of vanity?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> You did; and, I beshrew your heart, you’ve won.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How do you like my mistress?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Well, for such a mistress; better, if your mistress
be not your master&mdash;I must break manners, gentlemen,
fare you well.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> ’Sfoot, you shall not leave us.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> The gentleman likes not the taste of our company.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i>, <i>Cas.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Beseech you stay.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Trust me, my affairs beckon for me; pardon me.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Will you call for me half an hour hence here?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Hip.</i> Perhaps I shall.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Perhaps? faugh! I know you can swear to me
you will.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Since you will press me, on my word, I will.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> What sullen picture is this, servant?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> It’s Count Hippolito, the brave count.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> As gallant a spirit as any in Milan, you sweet Jew.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Oh! he’s a most essential gentleman, coz.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Did you never hear of Count Hippolito, acquaintance?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Marry muff,<a name="FNanchor_164_164" id="FNanchor_164_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a> a’ your counts, and be no more
life in ’em.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> He’s so malcontent! sirrah<a name="FNanchor_165_165" id="FNanchor_165_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a> Bellafront&mdash;An you
be honest gallants, let’s sup together, and have the count
with us:&mdash;thou shalt sit at the upper end, punk.<a name="FNanchor_166_166" id="FNanchor_166_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Punk? you soused gurnet!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> King’s truce: come, I’ll bestow the supper to
have him but laugh.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> He betrays his youth too grossly to that tyrant
melancholy.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> All this is for a woman.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> A woman? some whore! what sweet jewel is’t?</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Would she heard you!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Troth, so would I.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> And I, by Heaven.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nay, good servant, what woman?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pah!</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Prithee, tell me; a buss, and tell me: I warrant
he’s an honest fellow, if he take on thus for a wench:
good rogue, who?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> By th’ Lord I will not, must not, faith’ mistress.
Is’t a match, sirs? this night, at th’ Antelope: ay, for
there’s best wine, and good boys.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Flu.</i>, <i>Cas.</i>, <i>Pio.</i> It’s done; at th’ Antelope.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I cannot be there to night.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Cannot? by th’ Lord you shall.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> By the Lady I will not: shall!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Why, then, put it off till Friday; wu’t come then,
coz?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Well.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> You’re the waspishest ape. Roger, put your
mistress in mind to sup with us on Friday next. You’re
best come like a madwoman, without a band, in your
waistcoat, and the linings of your kirtle outward, like every
common hackney that steals out at the back gate of her
sweet knight’s lodging.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Go, go, hang yourself!</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> It’s dinner-time, Matheo; shall’s hence?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Yes, yes.&mdash;Farewell, wench.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Farewell, boys.&mdash;[<i>Exeunt all except</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>
<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.]&mdash;Roger, what wine sent they for?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Bastard wine,<a name="FNanchor_167_167" id="FNanchor_167_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a> for if it had been truly begotten,
it would ha’ been ashamed to come in. Here’s six
shillings to pay for nursing the bastard.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> A company of rooks! O good sweet Roger, run
to the poulter’s, and buy me some fine larks!</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> No woodcocks?<a name="FNanchor_168_168" id="FNanchor_168_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, faith, a couple, if they be not dear.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> I’ll buy but one, there’s one already here.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<p><i>Hip.</i> Is the gentleman, my friend, departed, mistress?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> His back is but new turned, sir.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Fare you well.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I can direct you to him.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Can you, pray?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> If you please, stay, he’ll not be absent long.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I care not much.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Pray sit, forsooth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’m hot.       <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Lays aside his sword.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I may use your room, I’ll rather walk.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> At your best pleasure&mdash;whew&mdash;some rubbers there!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Indeed, I’ll none:&mdash;indeed I will not: thanks.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pretty fine lodging. I perceive my friend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is old in your acquaintance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Troth, sir, he comes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As other gentlemen, to spend spare hours<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If yourself like our roof, such as it is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your own acquaintance may be as old as his.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Say I did like; what welcome should I find?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Such as my present fortunes can afford.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> But would you let me play Matheo’s part?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> What part?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why, embrace you: dally with you, kiss:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Faith, tell me, will you leave him and love me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I am in bonds to no man, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re free for any man; if any, me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I must tell you, lady, were you mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You should be all mine; I could brook no sharers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should be covetous, and sweep up all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should be pleasure’s usurer; faith, I should.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O fate!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why sigh you, lady? may I know?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> ’Thas never been my fortune yet to single<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out that one man, whose love could fellow mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I have ever wished it: O my stars!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had I but met with one kind gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That would have purchased sin alone to himself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his own private use, although scarce proper,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indifferent handsome: meetly legged and thighed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my allowance reasonable, i’faith,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">According to my body, by my troth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would have been as true unto his pleasures,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Yea, and as loyal to his afternoons,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As ever a poor gentlewoman could be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> This were well now to one but newly fledged,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And scarce a day old in this subtle world:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twere pretty art, good bird-lime, cunning net,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But come, come, faith, confess: how many men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have drunk this self-same protestation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From that red ’ticing lip?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Indeed, not any.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> <i>Indeed?</i> and blush not!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> No, in truth, not any.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Indeed! in truth?&mdash;how warily you swear!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis well: if ill it be not: yet had I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ruffian in me, and were drawn before you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in light colours, I do know indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You could not swear <i>indeed</i>, but thunder oaths<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That should shake Heaven, drown the harmonious spheres,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pierce a soul, that loved her maker’s honour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With horror and amazement.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Shall I swear?&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will you believe me then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Worst then of all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our sins by custom, seem at last but small.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were I but o’er your threshold, a next man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And after him a next, and then a fourth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should have this golden hook, and lascivious bait,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thrown out to the full length. Why let me tell you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ha’ seen letters sent from that white hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tuning such music to Matheo’s ear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Matheo! that’s true, but believe it, I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No sooner had laid hold upon your presence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But straight mine eye conveyed you to my heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Oh, you cannot feign with me! why, I know, lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is the common passion of you all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hook in a kind gentleman, and then<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Abuse his coin, conveying it to your lover,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the end you show him a French trick,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so you leave him, that a coach may run<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between his legs for breadth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Oh, by my soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not I! therein I’ll prove an honest whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In being true to one, and to no more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> If any be disposed to trust your oath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let him: I’ll not be he; I know you feign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All that you speak; ay, for a mingled harlot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is true in nothing but in being false.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What! shall I teach you how to loath yourself?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mildly too, not without sense or reason.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I am content; I would feign loath myself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you not love me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Then if your gracious blood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not all wasted, I shall assay to do’t.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lend me your silence, and attention.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have no soul, that makes you weigh so light;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaven’s treasure bought it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And half-a-crown hath sold it:&mdash;for your body<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is like the common-shore, that still receives<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All the town’s filth. The sin of many men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is within you; and thus much I suppose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That if all your committers stood in rank,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’d make a lane, in which your shame might dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with their spaces reach from hence to hell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, shall I urge it more? there has been known<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As many by one harlot, maimed and dismembered,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As would ha’ stuffed an hospital: this I might<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Apply to you, and perhaps do you right:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O you’re as base as any beast that bears,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your body is e’en hired, and so are theirs.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For gold and sparkling jewels, if he can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’ll let a Jew get you with Christian:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be he a Moor, a Tartar, though his face<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Look uglier than a dead man’s skull.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could the devil put on a human shape,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If his purse shake out crowns, up then he gets;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whores will be rid to hell with golden bits.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that you’re crueller than Turks, for they<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sell Christians only, you sell yourselves away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, those that love you, hate you: and will term you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Liquorish damnation; with themselves half-sunk<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After the sin is laid out, and e’en curse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their fruitless riot; for what one begets<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another poisons; lust and murder hit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A tree being often shook, what fruit can knit?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O me unhappy!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I can vex you more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A harlot is like Dunkirk, true to none,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swallows both English, Spanish, fulsome Dutch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Back-doored Italian, last of all, the French,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he sticks to you, faith, gives you your diet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brings you acquainted, first with Monsieur Doctor<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then you know what follows.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Misery.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rank, stinking, and most loathsome misery.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Methinks a toad is happier than a whore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That with one poison swells, with thousands more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The other stocks her veins: harlot? fie, fie!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are the miserablest creatures breathing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The very slaves of nature; mark me else:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You put on rich attires, others’ eyes wear them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You eat, but to supply your blood with sin:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this strange curse e’en haunts you to your graves.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From fools you get, and spend it upon slaves:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like bears and apes, you’re baited and show tricks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For money; but your bawd the sweetness licks.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indeed, you are their journey-women, and do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All base and damned works they list set you to:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that you ne’er are rich; for do but show me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In present memory, or in ages past,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The fairest and most famous courtesan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose flesh was dear’st: that raised the price of sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And held it up; to whose intemperate bosom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Princes, earls, lords, the worst has been a knight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mean’st a gentleman, have offered up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whole hecatombs of sighs, and rained in showers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Handfuls of gold; yet, for all this, at last<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Diseases sucked her marrow, then grew so poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she has begged e’en at a beggar’s door.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And (wherein Heaven has a finger) when this idol,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From coast to coast, has leapt on foreign shores,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And had more worship than th’outlandish whores:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When several nations have gone over her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When for each several city she has seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her maidenhead has been new, and been sold dear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did live well there, and might have died unknown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And undefamed; back comes she to her own,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there both miserably lives and dies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scorned even of those that once adored her eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if her fatal circled life thus ran,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her pride should end there, where it first began.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What do you weep to hear your story read?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, if you spoil your cheeks, I’ll read no more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O yes, I pray, proceed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indeed, ’twill do me good to weep, indeed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> To give those tears a relish, this I add,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re like the Jews, scattered, in no place certain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your days are tedious, your hours burdensome:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And were’t not for full suppers, midnight revels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dancing, wine, riotous meetings, which do drown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bury quite in you all virtuous thoughts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on your eyelids hang so heavily,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have no power to look so high as Heaven,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’d sit and muse on nothing but despair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Curse that devil Lust, that so burns up your blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in ten thousand shivers break your glass<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his temptation. Say you taste delight,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To have a golden gull from rise to set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mete<a name="FNanchor_169_169" id="FNanchor_169_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a> you in his hot luxurious arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet your nights pay for all: I know you dream<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of warrants, whips, and beadles, and then start<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At a door’s windy creak: think every weasel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be a constable, and every rat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A long-tailed officer: Are you now not slaves?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, you’ve damnation without pleasure for it!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such is the state of harlots. To conclude:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When you are old and can well paint no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You turn bawd, and are then worse than before:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make use of this: farewell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Oh, I pray, stay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I see Matheo comes not: time hath barred me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would all the harlots in the town had heard me.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Stay yet a little longer! No? quite gone!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Curst be that minute&mdash;for it was no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So soon a maid is changed into a whore&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein I first fell! be it for ever black!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet why should sweet Hippolito shun mine eyes?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For whose true love I would become pure, honest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hate the world’s mixtures, and the smiles of gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I not fair? why should he fly me then?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fair creatures are desired, not scorned of men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How many gallants have drunk healths to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of their daggered arms, and thought them blest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enjoying but mine eyes at prodigal feasts!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And does Hippolito detest my love?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, sure their heedless lusts but flattered me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am not pleasing, beautiful, nor young.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hippolito hath spied some ugly blemish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eclipsing all my beauties: I am foul:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Harlot! Ay, that’s the spot that taints my soul.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What! has he left his weapon here behind him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gone forgetful? O fit instrument<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To let forth all the poison of my flesh!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thy master hates me, ’cause my blood hath ranged:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when ’tis forth, then he’ll believe I’m changed.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>As she is about to stab herself re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Mad woman, what art doing?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Either love me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or split my heart upon thy rapier’s point:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet do not neither; for thou then destroy’st<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That which I love thee for&mdash;thy virtues. Here, here;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives sword to</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Th’art crueller, and kill’st me with disdain:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To die so, sheds no blood, yet ’tis worse pain.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not speak to me! Not bid farewell? a scorn?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hated! this must not be; some means I’ll try.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would all whores were as honest now as I!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt132.png" width="300" height="242" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>




<div class="figcenterp4" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt133a.png" width="350" height="86" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>Shop</i>.</h4>


<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Candido</span>, <span class="smcap">Viola</span>, <span class="smcap">George</span>, <i>and two <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span> discovered</i>:
<span class="smcap">Fustigo</span> <i>enters, walking by</i>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt133b.png" width="131" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi5"><span class="smcap">Geo.</span> See, gentlemen, what you lack; a
fine holland, a fine cambric: see what
you buy.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> Holland for shirts, cambric
for bands; what is’t you lack?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Sfoot, I lack ’em all; nay, more,
I lack money to buy ’em. Let me
see, let me look again: mass, this is the shop. [<i>Aside.</i>]
What coz! sweet coz! how dost, i’faith, since last night
after candlelight? we had good sport, i’faith, had we
not? and when shall’s laugh again?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> When you will, cousin.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Spoke like a kind Lacedemonian: I see yonder’s
thy husband.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, there’s the sweet youth, God bless him!</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> And how is’t, cousin? and how, how is’t, thou
squall?<a name="FNanchor_170_170" id="FNanchor_170_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Well, cousin, how fare you?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> How fare I? for sixpence a-meal, wench, as well
as heart can wish, with calves’ chaldrons,<a name="FNanchor_171_171" id="FNanchor_171_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a> and chitterlings;<a name="FNanchor_172_172" id="FNanchor_172_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a>
besides, I have a punk after supper, as good as a
roasted apple.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Are you my wife’s cousin?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I am, sir; what hast thou to do with that?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> O, nothing, but you’re welcome.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> The devil’s dung in thy teeth! I’ll be welcome
whether thou wilt or no, I.&mdash;What ring’s this, coz? very
pretty and fantastical, i’faith! let’s see it.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Pooh! nay, you wrench my finger.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I ha’ sworn I’ll ha’t, and I hope you will not let
my oaths be cracked in the ring, will you? [<i>Seizes the ring.</i>]
I hope, sir, you are not malicholly<a name="FNanchor_173_173" id="FNanchor_173_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a> at this, for all your
great looks: are you angry?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Angry? not I, sir, nay if she can part<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So easily with her ring, ’tis with my heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Suffer this, sir, and suffer all, a whoreson gull, to&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Peace George, when she has reaped what I have sown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’ll say, one grain tastes better of her own,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than whole sheaves gathered from another’s land:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wit’s never good, till bought at a dear hand.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> But in the mean-time she makes an ass of some
body.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> See, see, see, sir, as you turn your back
they do nothing but kiss.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> No matter, let ’em: when I touch her lip,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall not feel his kisses, no, nor miss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Any of her lip: no harm in kissing is.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look to your business, pray, make up your wares.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Troth, coz, and well remembered, I would thou
wouldst give me five yards of lawn, to make my punk
some falling bands a’ the fashion; three falling one upon
another, for that’s the new edition now: she’s out of
linen horribly, too; troth, sh’ as never a good smock to her
back neither, but one that has a great many patches in’t,
and that I’m fain to wear myself for want of shift, too:
prithee, put me into wholesome napery, and bestow some
clean commodities upon us.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Vio.</i> Reach me those cambrics, and the lawns hither.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> What to do, wife? to lavish out my goods upon
a fool?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Fool? Snails, eat the fool, or I’ll so batter your
crown, that it shall scarce go for five shillings.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> Do you hear, sir? you’re best be quiet, and
say a fool tells you so.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nails, I think so, for thou tellest me.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Are you angry, sir, because I named the fool?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trust me, you are not wise in my own house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to my face to play the antic thus:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you needs play the madman, choose a stage<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of lesser compass, where few eyes may note<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your action’s error: but if still you miss,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As here you do, for one clap, ten will hiss.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Zounds, cousin, he talks to me, as if I were a
scurvy tragedian.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> Sirrah George, I ha’ thought upon a device,
how to break his pate, beat him soundly, and ship him
away.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Do’t.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> I’ll go in, pass through the house, give some
of our fellow-prentices the watch-word when they shall
enter; then come and fetch my master in by a wile, and
place one in the hall to hold him in conference, whilst
we cudgel the gull out of his coxcomb.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">2nd Prentice</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Do’t: away, do’t.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Must I call twice for these cambrics and lawns?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Nay see, you anger her, George, prithee despatch.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> Two of the choicest pieces are in the
warehouse, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Go fetch them presently.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Ay, do, make haste, sirrah.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">1st Prentice</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Why were you such a stranger all this while,
being my wife’s cousin?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Stranger? no sir, I’m a natural Milaner born.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I perceive still it is your natural guise to mistake
me, but you are welcome, sir; I much wish your acquaintance.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> My acquaintance? I scorn that, i’faith; I hope
my acquaintance goes in chains of gold three and fifty
times double:&mdash;you know who I mean, coz; the posts
of his gate are a-painting too.<a name="FNanchor_174_174" id="FNanchor_174_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter the <span class="antiqua">2nd Prentice</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> Signor Pandulfo the merchant desires conference
with you.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Signor Pandulfo? I’ll be with him straight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Attend your mistress and the gentleman.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> When do you show those pieces?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Ay, when do you show those pieces?</p>

<p><i>Prentices.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] Presently, sir, presently: we are
but charging them.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Come, sirrah: you flat-cap,<a name="FNanchor_175_175" id="FNanchor_175_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_175" class="fnanchor">[175]</a> where be these whites?</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">1st Prentice</span> with pieces.</i></p>


<p><i>Geo.</i> Flat-cap? hark in your ear, sir, you’re a flat fool,
an ass, a gull, and I’ll thrum<a name="FNanchor_176_176" id="FNanchor_176_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176_176" class="fnanchor">[176]</a> you:&mdash;do you see this
cambric, sir?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Sfoot coz, a good jest, did you hear him? he told
me in my ears, I was a “flat fool, an ass, a gull, and I’ll
thrum you:&mdash;do you see this cambric sir?”</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> What, not my men, I hope?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> No, not your men, but one of your men i’faith.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> I pray, sir, come hither, what say you to this?
here’s an excellent good one.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Ay, marry, this likes<a name="FNanchor_177_177" id="FNanchor_177_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177_177" class="fnanchor">[177]</a> me well; cut me off some
half-score yards.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> Let your whores cut; you’re an impudent
coxcomb; you get none, and yet I’ll thrum you:&mdash;a
very good cambric, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Again, again, as God judge me! ’Sfoot, coz, they
stand thrumming here with me all day, and yet I get
nothing.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> A word, I pray, sir, you must not be angry.
Prentices have hot bloods, young fellows,&mdash;what say you
to this piece? Look you, ’tis so delicate, so soft, so even,
so fine a thread, that a lady may wear it.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> ’Sfoot, I think so, if a knight marry my punk, a
lady shall wear it: cut me off twenty yards: thou’rt an
honest lad.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> Not without money, gull, and I’ll thrum you
too.</p>

<p><i>Prentices.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] Gull, we’ll thrum you.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> O Lord, sister, did you not hear something cry
thrum? zounds, your men here make a plain ass of me.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> What, to my face so impudent?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Ay, in a cause so honest, we’ll not suffer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our master’s goods to vanish moneyless.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> You will not suffer them?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd Pren.</i> No, and you may blush,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In going about to vex so mild a breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As is our master’s.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Take away those pieces.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cousin, I give them freely.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Mass, and I’ll take ’em as freely.</p>

<p><i>Geo., 1st and 2nd Pren., and other prentices, rushing in.</i>
We’ll make you lay ’em down again more freely.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They all attack</i> <span class="smcap">Fustigo</span> <i>with their clubs</i>.</span></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Help, help! my brother will be murdered.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cand.</i> How now, what coil is here? forbear I say.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all the <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span> except the 1st and 2nd.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> He calls us flat-caps, and abuses us.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Why, sirs, do such examples flow from me?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> They’re of your keeping, sir. Alas, poor brother.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I’faith they ha’ peppered me, sister; look, dost
not spin? call you these prentices? I’ll ne’er play at
cards more when clubs is trump: I have a goodly coxcomb,
sister, have I not?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Sister and brother? brother to my wife?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> If you have any skill in heraldry, you may soon
know that; break but her pate, and you shall see her
blood and mine is all one.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> A surgeon! run, a surgeon! [<i>Exit 1st <span class="antiqua">Prentice</span>.</i>]
Why then wore you that forged name of cousin?</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Because it’s a common thing to call coz, and
ningle<a name="FNanchor_178_178" id="FNanchor_178_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a> now-a-days all the world over.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Cousin! A name of much deceit, folly, and sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For under that common abused word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many an honest-tempered citizen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is made a monster, and his wife trained out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To foul adulterous action, full of fraud.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I may well call that word, a city’s bawd.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Troth, brother, my sister would needs ha’ me take
upon me to gull your patience a little: but it has made
double gules<a name="FNanchor_179_179" id="FNanchor_179_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179_179" class="fnanchor">[179]</a> on my coxcomb.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> What, playing the woman? blabbing now, you
fool?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Oh, my wife did but exercise a jest upon your
wit.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fus.</i> ’Sfoot, my wit bleeds for’t, methinks.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Then let this warning more of sense afford;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The name of cousin is a bloody word.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Fus.</i> I’ll ne’er call coz again whilst I live, to have such
a coil about it; this should be a coronation day; for my
head runs claret lustily.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Go, wish<a name="FNanchor_180_180" id="FNanchor_180_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180_180" class="fnanchor">[180]</a> the surgeon to have great respect&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">2nd Prentice</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p><p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter an <span class="antiqua">Officer</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How now, my friend? what, do they sit to day?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Offi.</i> Yes, sir, they expect you at the senate-house.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I thank your pains; I’ll not be last man there.&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Officer</span>.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My gown, George, go, my gown. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.] A happy land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where grave men meet each cause to understand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose consciences are not cut out in bribes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To gull the poor man’s right; but in even scales,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Peize<a name="FNanchor_181_181" id="FNanchor_181_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a> rich and poor, without corruption’s vails.<a name="FNanchor_182_182" id="FNanchor_182_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182_182" class="fnanchor">[182]</a><br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, where’s the gown?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> I cannot find the key, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Request it of your mistress.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Come not to me for any key;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll not be troubled to deliver it.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Good wife, kind wife, it is a needful trouble, but
for my gown!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Moths swallow down your gown!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You set my teeth on edge with talking on’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Nay, prithee, sweet,&mdash;I cannot meet without it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should have a great fine set on my head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Set on your coxcomb; tush, fine me no fines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Believe me, sweet, none greets the senate-house,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without his robe of reverence,&mdash;that’s his gown.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Well, then, you’re like to cross that custom once;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You get no key, nor gown; and so depart.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This trick will vex him sure, and fret his heart.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside and Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Stay, let me see, I must have some device,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My cloak’s too short: fie, fie, no cloak will do’t;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It must be something fashioned like a gown,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With my arms out. Oh George, come hither, George:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I prithee, lend me thine advice.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Troth, sir, were’t any but you, they would break
open chest.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> O no! break open chest! that’s a thief’s office;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therein you counsel me against my blood:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twould show impatience that: any meek means<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would be glad to embrace. Mass, I have got it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go, step up, fetch me down one of the carpets,<a name="FNanchor_183_183" id="FNanchor_183_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The saddest-coloured carpet, honest George,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cut thou a hole i’th’ middle for my neck,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two for mine arms. Nay, prithee, look not strange.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> I hope you do not think, sir, as you mean.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Prithee, about it quickly, the hour chides me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Warily, George, softly, take heed of eyes,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of two evils he’s accounted wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That can pick out the least; the fine imposed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For an un-gowned senator, is about<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forty crusadoes,<a name="FNanchor_184_184" id="FNanchor_184_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a> the carpet not ’bove four.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus have I chosen the lesser evil yet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preserved my patience, foiled her desperate wit.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>with carpet</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Here, sir, here’s the carpet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> O well done, George, we’ll cut it just i’th’ midst.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They cut the carpet.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis very well; I thank thee: help it on.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> It must come over your head, sir, like a wench’s petticoat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Thou’rt in the right, good George; it must indeed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fetch me a night-cap: for I’ll gird it close,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if my health were queasy: ’twill show well<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a rude, careless night-gown, will’t not, think’st?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Indifferent well, sir, for a night-gown, being girt
and pleated.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Ay, and a night-cap on my head.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> That’s true sir, I’ll run and fetch one, and a staff.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> For thus they cannot choose but conster<a name="FNanchor_185_185" id="FNanchor_185_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a> it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One that is out of health, takes no delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wears his apparel without appetite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And puts on heedless raiment without form.&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>, <i>with nightcap and staff</i>.</p>


<p>So, so, kind George, [<i>Puts on nightcap.</i>]&mdash;be secret now:
and, prithee, do not laugh at me till I’m out of sight.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> I laugh? not I, sir.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Now to the senate-house:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Methinks, I’d rather wear, without a frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A patient carpet, than an angry gown.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Now, looks my master just like one of our carpet
knights,<a name="FNanchor_186_186" id="FNanchor_186_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a> only he’s somewhat the honester of the two.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> What, is your master gone?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Yes, forsooth, his back is but new turned.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> And in his cloak? did he not vex and swear?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> No, but he’ll make you swear anon.&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">No, indeed, he went away like a lamb.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Key, sink to hell! still patient, patient still?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am with child<a name="FNanchor_187_187" id="FNanchor_187_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a> to vex him: prithee, George,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If e’er thou look’st for favour at my hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Uphold one jest for me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Against my master?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> ’Tis a mere jest in faith: say, wilt thou do’t?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> Well, what is’t?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Here, take this key; thou know’st where all things lie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Put on thy master’s best apparel, gown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chain, cap, ruff, every thing, be like himself;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’gainst his coming home, walk in the shop;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feign the same carriage, and his patient look,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twill breed but a jest, thou know’st; speak, wilt thou?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> ’Twill wrong my master’s patience.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Prithee, George.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Well, if you’ll save me harmless, and put me
under covert barn,<a name="FNanchor_188_188" id="FNanchor_188_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a> I am content to please you, provided
it may breed no wrong against him.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> No wrong at all: here take the key, be gone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any vex him, this: if not this, none.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt142.png" width="350" height="38" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>An outer Apartment in</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront’s</span>
<i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> Mistress <span class="smcap">Fingerlock</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Roger</span>.</p>


<p><i>Mis. F.</i> O Roger, Roger, where’s your mistress, where’s
your mistress? there’s the finest, neatest gentleman at my
house, but newly come over: Oh, where is she, where is
she, where is she?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> My mistress is abroad, but not amongst ’em: my
mistress is not the whore now that you take her for.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> How? is she not a whore? do you go about
to take away her good name, Roger? you are a fine pander
indeed.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> I tell you, Madonna Fingerlock, I am not sad
for nothing, I ha’ not eaten one good meal this three and
thirty days: I had wont to get sixteen pence by fetching
a pottle of hippocras; but now those days are past. We<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
had as good doings, Madonna Fingerlock, she within
doors, and I without, as any poor young couple in Milan.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> God’s my life, and is she changed now?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> I ha’ lost by her squeamishness, more than would
have builded twelve bawdy-houses.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> And had she no time to turn honest but now?
what a vile woman is this! twenty pound a-night, I’ll be
sworn, Roger, in good gold and no silver: why here was
a time! if she should ha’ picked out a time, it could not
be better: gold enough stirring; choice of men, choice
of hair, choice of beards, choice of legs, and choice of
every, every, everything: it cannot sink into my head,
that she should be such an ass. Roger, I never
believe it.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Here she comes now.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</p>


<p><i>Mis. F.</i> O sweet madonna, on with your loose gown,
your felt<a name="FNanchor_189_189" id="FNanchor_189_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a> and your feather, there’s the sweetest, properest,<a name="FNanchor_190_190" id="FNanchor_190_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a>
gallantest gentleman at my house; he smells all
of musk and ambergris his pocket full of crowns, flame-coloured
doublet, red satin hose, carnation silk stockings,
and a leg, and a body,&mdash; oh!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Hence thou, our sex’s monster, poisonous bawd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lust’s factor, and damnation’s orator.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gossip of hell! were all the harlots’ sins<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which the whole world contains, numbered together,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thine far exceeds them all: of all the creatures<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That ever were created, thou art basest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What serpent would beguile thee of thy office?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is detestable: for thou livest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the dregs of harlots, guard’st the door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst couples go to dancing: O coarse devil!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art the bastard’s curse, thou brand’st his birth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lecher’s French disease: for thou dry-suck’st him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The harlot’s poison, and thine own confusion.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> Marry come up, with a pox, have you nobody
to rail against, but your bawd now?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> And you, knave pander, kinsman to a bawd.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> You and I, madonna, are cousins.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Of the same blood and making, near allied;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou, that art slave to sixpence, base metalled villain!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Sixpence? nay, that’s not so: I never took under
two shillings four-pence; I hope I know my fee.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I know not against which most to inveigh:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For both of you are damned so equally.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou never spar’st for oaths, swear’st any thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if thy soul were made of shoe-leather:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“God damn me, gentleman, if she be within!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When in the next room she’s found dallying.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Rog.</i> If it be my vocation to swear, every man in his
vocation: I hope my betters swear and damn themselves,
and why should not I?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Roger, you cheat kind gentlemen.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> The more gulls they.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Slave, I cashier thee.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> An you do cashier him, he shall be entertained.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Shall I? then blurt<a name="FNanchor_191_191" id="FNanchor_191_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> a’ your service.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> As hell would have it, entertained by you!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I dare the devil himself to match those two.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> Marry gup, are you grown so holy, so pure, so
honest with a pox?</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Scurvy honest punk! but stay, madonna, how
must our agreement be now? for, you know, I am to have
all the comings-in at the hall-door, and you at the chamber-door.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> True Roger except my vails.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Vails? what vails?</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> Why as thus; if a couple come in a coach,
and light to lie down a little, then, Roger, that’s my fee,
and you may walk abroad; for the coachman himself is
their pander.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Rog.</i> Is ’a so? in truth I have almost forgot, for want
of exercise. But how if I fetch this citizen’s wife to that
gull, and that madonna to that gallant, how then?</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> Why then, Roger, you are to have sixpence a
lane; so many lanes, so many sixpences.</p>

<p><i>Rog.</i> Is’t so? then I see we two shall agree, and live
together.</p>

<p><i>Mis. F.</i> Ay, Roger, so long as there be any taverns and
bawdy-houses in Milan.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt145.png" width="400" height="53" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Chamber in</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>discovered sitting with a lute; pen, ink,
and paper on a table before her</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> [<i>Sings.</i>]<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The courtier’s flattering jewels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Temptations only fuels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lawyer’s ill-got moneys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That suck up poor bees’ honeys:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The citizen’s sons riot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gallant’s costly diet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Silks and velvets, pearls and ambers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall not draw me to their chambers.<br /></span>
<span class="i8">Silks and velvets, &amp;c.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>She writes.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Oh, ’tis in vain to write! it will not please;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ink on this paper would ha’ but presented<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The foul black spots that stick upon my soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rather made me loathsomer, than wrought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love’s impression in Hippolito’s thought:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No, I must turn the chaste leaves of my breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pick out some sweet means to breed my rest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hippolito, believe me I will be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As true unto thy heart, as thy heart to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hate all men, their gifts and company!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> You, goody punk, <i>subaudi</i> cockatrice, oh you’re
a sweet whore of your promise, are you not, think you?
how well you came to supper to us last night; mew, a
whore, and break her word! nay, you may blush, and
hold down your head at it well enough. ’Sfoot, ask
these gallants if we stayed not till we were as hungry as
sergeants.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Ay, and their yeomen too.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Nay, faith, acquaintance, let me tell you, you
forgat yourself too much: we had excellent cheer, rare
vintage, and were drunk after supper.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> And when we were in, our woodcocks,<a name="FNanchor_192_192" id="FNanchor_192_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a> sweet
rogue, a brace of gulls, dwelling here in the city, came
in, and paid all the shot.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pox on her! let her alone.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Oh, I pray do, if you be gentlemen:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray, depart the house: beshrew the door<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For being so easily entreated! faith,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I lent but little ear unto your talk;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My mind was busied otherwise, in troth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so your words did unregarded pass:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let this suffice,&mdash;I am not as I was.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> I am not what I was? no, I’ll be sworn thou
art not: for thou wert honest at five, and now thou’rt
a punk at fifteen: thou wert yesterday a simple whore,
and now thou’rt a cunning, cony-catching baggage to
day.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I’ll say I’m worse; I pray, forsake me then:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do desire you leave me, gentlemen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leave yourselves: O be not what you are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spendthrifts of soul and body!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me persuade you to forsake all harlots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worse than the deadliest poisons, they are worse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For o’er their souls hangs an eternal curse.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In being slaves to slaves, their labours perish;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’re seldom blest with fruit; for ere it blossoms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a worm confounds it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have no issue but foul ugly ones,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That run along with them, e’en to their graves:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, ’stead of children, they breed rank diseases,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all you gallants can bestow on them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is that French infant, which ne’er acts, but speaks:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What shallow son and heir, then, foolish gallants,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would waste all his inheritance, to purchase<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A filthy, loathed disease? and pawn his body<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a dry evil: that usury’s worst of all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When th’ interest will eat out the principal.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> ’Sfoot, she gulls ’em the best! this is always her
fashion, when she would be rid of any company that she
cares not for, to enjoy mine alone.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> What’s here? instructions, admonitions, and
caveats? Come out, you scabbard of vengeance.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Fluello, spurn your hounds when they fist, you
shall not spurn my punk, I can tell you: my blood is
vexed.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Pox a’ your blood: make it a quarrel.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> You’re a slave! will that serve turn?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> ’Sblood, hold, hold!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Matheo, Fluello, for shame, put up!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Spurn my sweet varlet?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O how many thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moved with a little folly, have let out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their souls in brothel-houses! fell down and died<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Just at their harlot’s foot, as ’twere in pride.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Matheo, we shall meet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Ay, ay; any where, saving at church:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray take heed we meet not there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Adieu, damnation!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Cockatrice, farewell!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> There’s more deceit in women, than in hell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Mat.</i> Ha, ha, thou dost gull ’em so rarely, so naturally!
If I did not think thou hadst been in earnest: thou art a
sweet rogue for’t i’faith.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Why are not you gone too, Signor Matheo?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray depart my house: you may believe me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In troth, I have no part of harlot in me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> How’s this?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Indeed, I love you not: but hate you worse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than any man, because you were the first<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gave money for my soul: you brake the ice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which after turned a puddle; I was led<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By your temptation to be miserable:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray, seek out some other that will fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or rather, I pray seek out none at all.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Is’t possible to be impossible! an honest whore!
I have heard many honest wenches turn strumpets with a
wet finger,<a name="FNanchor_193_193" id="FNanchor_193_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a> but for a harlot to turn honest is one of
Hercules’ labours. It was more easy for him in one
night to make fifty queans, than to make one of them
honest again in fifty years. Come, I hope thou dost but
jest.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> ’Tis time to leave off jesting, I had almost<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jested away salvation: I shall love you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you will soon forsake me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> God be with thee!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O tempt no more women! shun their weighty curse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Women, at best, are bad, make them not worse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You gladly seek our sex’s overthrow:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But not to raise our states. For all your wrongs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will you vouchsafe me but due recompense,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To marry with me?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How! marry with a punk, a cockatrice, a harlot?
maarr, faugh, I’ll be burnt through the nose first.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Why, la, these are your oaths! you love to undo us,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To put Heaven from us, whilst our best hours waste;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You love to make us lewd, but never chaste.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> I’ll hear no more of this, this ground upon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’rt damned for altering thy religion.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Thy lust and sin speak so much: go thou, my ruin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The first fall my soul took! By my example<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope few maidens now will put their heads<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under men’s girdles; who least trusts is most wise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men’s oaths do cast a mist before our eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My best of wit, be ready! Now I go,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By some device to greet Hippolito.<br /></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt149.png" width="350" height="307" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>




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<img src="images/zillt150a.png" width="350" height="98" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Chamber in</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i></p>

<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt150b.png" width="133" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi"><span class="smcap">Ser.</span> So, this is Monday morning, and
now must I to my huswifery.&mdash;[<i>Sets out
a table, on which he places a skull, a
picture of</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <i>a book, and a taper</i>.]&mdash;Would
I had been created a shoemaker,
for all the gentle-craft are gentlemen
every Monday by their copy, and scorn then
to work one true stitch. My master means sure to
turn me into a student, for here’s my book, here my
desk, here my light, this my close chamber, and here my
punk: so that this dull drowzy first day of the week,
makes me half a priest, half a chandler, half a painter,
half a sexton, ay, and half a bawd; for all this day my
office is to do nothing but keep the door. To prove it,
look you, this good face and yonder gentleman, so soon
as ever my back is turned, will be naught together.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<p><i>Hip.</i> Are all the windows shut?</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Close, sir, as the fist of a courtier that hath stood
in three reigns.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Thou art a faithful servant, and observ’st<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The calendar, both of my solemn vows,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ceremonious sorrow. Get thee gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I charge thee on thy life, let not the sound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of any woman’s voice pierce through that door.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> If they do, my lord, I’ll pierce some of them;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What will your lordship have to breakfast?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Sighs.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> What to dinner?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Tears.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> The one of them, my lord, will fill you too full of
wind, the other wet you too much. What to supper?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> That which now thou canst not get me, the constancy
of a woman.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Indeed that’s harder to come by than ever was
Ostend.<a name="FNanchor_194_194" id="FNanchor_194_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Prithee, away.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> I’ll make away myself presently, which few
servants will do for their lords; but rather help to make
them away: Now to my door-keeping; I hope to pick
something out of it.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside and exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> [<i>Taking up</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice’s</span> <i>picture</i>.] My Infelice’s face, her brow, her eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dimple on her cheek! and such sweet skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath from the cunning workman’s pencil flown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These lips look fresh and lively as her own,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeming to move and speak. ’Las! now I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The reason why fond<a name="FNanchor_195_195" id="FNanchor_195_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a> women love to buy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adulterate complexion! Here ’tis read:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">False colours last after the true be dead.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the graces dancing in her eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the music set upon her tongue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all that was past woman’s excellence,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In her white bosom,&mdash;look! a painted board<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Circumscribes all: Earth can no bliss afford,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing of her but this. This cannot speak,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It has no lap for me to rest upon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No lip worth tasting: here the worms will feed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As in her coffin: hence, then, idle art!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">True love’s best pictured in a true-love’s heart:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here art thou drawn, sweet maid, till this be dead;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that thou liv’st twice, twice art burièd:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou figure of my friend, lie there. What’s here?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes up the skull.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perhaps this shrewd pate was mine enemy’s:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Las! say it were: I need not fear him now!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all his braves, his contumelious breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His frowns, though dagger-pointed, all his plots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though ne’er so mischievous, his Italian pills,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His quarrels, and that common fence, his law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">See, see, they’re all eaten out! here’s not left one:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How clean they’re picked away to the bare bone!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How mad are mortals, then, to rear great names<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On tops of swelling houses! or to wear out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their fingers’ ends in dirt, to scrape up gold!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be hung with gaudy trappings, with what coarse&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yea, rags most beggarly, they clothe the soul:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, after all, their gayness looks thus foul.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What fools are men to build a garish tomb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only to save the carcase whilst it rots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To maintain’t long in stinking, make good carrion,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But leave no good deeds to preserve them sound!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For good deeds keep men sweet, long above ground.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And must all come to this? fools, wife, all hither?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must all heads thus at last be laid together?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Draw me my picture then, thou grave neat workman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After this fashion, not like this; these colours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In time, kissing but air, will be kissed off:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here’s a fellow; that which he lays on<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Till doomsday alters not complexion:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Death’s the best painter then: They that draw shapes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And live by wicked faces, are but God’s apes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They come but near the life, and there they stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This fellow draws life too: his art is fuller,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pictures which he makes are without colour.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Ser.</i> Here’s a parson<a name="FNanchor_196_196" id="FNanchor_196_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a> would speak with you, sir.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Hah!</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> A parson, sir, would speak with you.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Vicar?</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Vicar! no sir, has too good a face to be a vicar
yet, a youth, a very youth.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> What youth? of man or woman? lock the doors.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> If it be a woman, marrow-bones and potato pies
keep me from meddling with her, for the thing has got the
breeches! ’tis a male-varlet sure, my lord, for a woman’s
tailor ne’er measured him.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Let him give thee his message and be gone.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> He says he’s Signor Matheo’s man, but I know he
lies.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> How dost thou know it?</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> ’Cause he has ne’er a beard: ’tis his boy, I think,
sir, whosoe’er paid for his nursing.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Send him and keep the door.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">[<i>Reads.</i>] “<i>Fata si liceat mihi,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Fingere arbitrio meo,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Temperem zephyro levi</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Vela.</i>”<a name="FNanchor_197_197" id="FNanchor_197_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’d sail were I to choose, not in the ocean,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cedars are shaken, when shrubs do feel no bruise.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, <i>dressed as a <span class="antiqua">Page</span>, with a letter</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How? from Matheo?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Yes, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Art sick?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Not all in health, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Keep off.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I do.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hard fate when women are compelled to woo.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> This paper does speak nothing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Yes, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Matter of life it speaks, and therefore writ<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In hidden character: to me instruction<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My master gives, and, ’less you please to stay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till you both meet, I can the text display.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Do so; read out.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I am already out:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look on my face, and read the strangest story!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What, villain, ho?&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Ser.</i> Call you, my lord?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Thou slave, thou hast let in the devil!</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Lord bless us, where? he’s not cloven, my lord,
that I can see: besides the devil goes more like a
gentleman than a page; good my lord, <i>Buon coraggio</i>!<a name="FNanchor_198_198" id="FNanchor_198_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Thou hast let in a woman in man’s shape.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou art damned for’t.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Not damned I hope for putting in a woman to a
lord.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Fetch me my rapier,&mdash;do not; I shall kill thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Purge this infected chamber of that plague,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That runs upon me thus: Slave, thrust her hence.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Alas, my lord, I shall never be able to thrust her
hence without help! Come, mermaid, you must to sea
again.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Hear me but speak, my words shall be all music;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hear me but speak.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Knocking within.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Another beats the door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’other she-devil! look.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> Why, then, hell’s broke loose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Hence; guard the chamber: let no more come on,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">One woman serves for man’s damnation&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beshrew thee, thou dost make me violate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The chastest and most sanctimonious vow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That e’er was entered in the court of Heaven!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was, on meditation’s spotless wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon my journey thither; like a storm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou beat’st my ripened cogitations,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Flat to the ground: and like a thief dost stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To steal devotion from the holy land.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> If woman were thy mother&mdash;if thy heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be not all marble, or if’t marble be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let my tears soften it, to pity me&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do beseech thee, do not thus with scorn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Destroy a woman!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Woman, I beseech thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Get thee some other suit, this fits thee not:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not grant it to a kneeling queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot love thee, nor I must not: see      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Points to</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice’s</span> <i>picture</i>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The copy of that obligation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where my soul’s bound in heavy penalties.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> She’s dead, you told me, she’ll let fall her suit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> My vows to her, fled after her to Heaven:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were thine eyes clear as mine, thou might’st behold her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Watching upon yon battlements of stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How I observe them. Should I break my bond,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This board would rive in twain, these wooden lips<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Call me most perjured villain. Let it suffice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ha’ set thee in the path; is’t not a sign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I love thee, when with one so most most dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll have thee fellow? All are fellows there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Be greater than a king; save not a body,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But from eternal shipwreck keep a soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If not, and that again, sin’s path I tread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grief be mine, the guilt fall on thy head!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Stay, and take physic for it; read this book,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ask counsel of this head, what’s to be done;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’ll strike it dead, that ’tis damnation<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you turn Turk again. Oh, do it not!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though Heaven cannot allure you to do well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From doing ill let hell fright you: and learn this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soul whose bosom lust did never touch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is God’s fair bride, and maidens’ souls are such:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soul that leaving chastity’s white shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swims in hot sensual streams, is the devil’s whore.&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">Servant</span> with letter.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How now, who comes?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ser.</i> No more knaves, my lord, that wear smocks:
here’s a letter from Doctor Benedict; I would not enter
his man, though he had hairs at his mouth, for fear he
should be a woman, for some women have beards; marry,
they are half-witches. ’Slid!<a name="FNanchor_199_199" id="FNanchor_199_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a> you are a sweet youth to
wear a cod-piece, and have no pins to stick upon’t.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’ll meet the doctor, tell him; yet to-night<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot: but at morrow rising sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will not fail.&mdash;[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Servant</span>.</i>]&mdash;Go, woman; fare thee well.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> The lowest fall can be but into hell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It does not move him I must therefore fly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From this undoing city, and with tears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wash off all anger from my father’s brow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He cannot sure but joy, seeing me new born.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A woman honest first, and then turn whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is, as with me, common to thousands more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But from a strumpet to turn chaste, that sound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has oft been heard, that woman hardly found.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>

<h4>SCENE II. <i>A Street.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fustigo</span>, <span class="smcap">Crambo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Poh</span>.</p>


<p><i>Fus.</i> Hold up your hands, gentlemen, here’s one, two,
three [<i>Giving money</i>]&mdash;nay, I warrant they are sound
pistoles, and without flaws; I had them of my sister and
I know she uses to put up nothing that’s cracked&mdash;four,
five, six, seven, eight and nine; by this hand bring me
but a piece of his blood, and you shall have nine more.
I’ll lurk in a tavern not far off, and provide supper to
close up the end of the tragedy: the linen-draper’s,
remember. Stand to’t, I beseech you, and play your
parts perfectly.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> Look you, signor, ’tis not your gold that we
weigh&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay, nay, weigh it and spare not; if it lack one
grain of corn, I’ll give you a bushel of wheat to make
it up.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> But by your favour, signor, which of the
servants is it? because we’ll punish justly.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Marry ’tis the head man; you shall taste him by
his tongue; a pretty, tall, prating fellow, with a Tuscalonian
beard.</p>

<p><i>Poh.</i> Tuscalonian? very good.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> God’s life, I was ne’er so thrummed since I was
a gentleman: my coxcomb was dry beaten, as if my hair
had been hemp.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> We’ll dry-beat some of them.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> Nay, it grew so high, that my sister cried out
murder, very manfully: I have her consent, in a manner,
to have him peppered: else I’ll not do’t, to win more than
ten cheaters do at a rifling: break but his pate, or so,
only his mazer,<a name="FNanchor_200_200" id="FNanchor_200_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a> because I’ll have his head in a cloth as
well as mine; he’s a linen-draper, and may take enough.
I could enter mine action of battery against him, but we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
may’haps be both dead and rotten before the lawyers
would end it.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> No more to do, but ensconce yourself i’th’
tavern; provide no great cheer, a couple of capons, some
pheasants, plovers, an orangeado-pie, or so: but how
bloody howsoe’er the day be, sally you not forth.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> No, no; nay if I stir, some body shall stink: I’ll
not budge: I’ll lie like a dog in a manger.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> Well, well, to the tavern, let not our supper be
raw, for you shall have blood enough, your bellyful.</p>

<p><i>Fus.</i> That’s all, so God sa’ me, I thirst after; blood
for blood, bump for bump, nose for nose, head for head,
plaster for plaster; and so farewell. What shall I call
your names? because I’ll leave word, if any such come to
the bar.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cram.</i> My name is Corporal Crambo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Poh.</i> And mine, Lieutenant Poh.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cram.</i> Poh is as tall a man as ever opened oyster:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not be the devil to meet Poh: farewell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fus.</i> Nor I, by this light, if Poh be such a Poh.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt158.png" width="400" height="47" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III. <span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>Shop</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>and the two <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span></i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> What’s a’clock now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd Pren.</i> ’Tis almost twelve.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> That’s well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Senate will leave wording presently:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But is George ready?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd Pren.</i> Yes, forsooth, he’s furbished.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Now, as you ever hope to win my favour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Throw both your duties and respects on him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the like awe as if he were your master,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not your looks betray it with a smile,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Or jeering glance to any customer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Keep a true settled countenance, and beware<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You laugh not, whatsoe’er you hear or see.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> I warrant you, mistress, let us alone for
keeping our countenance: for, if I list, there’s ne’er a
fool in all Milan shall make me laugh, let him play the
fool never so like an ass, whether it be the fat court-fool,
or the lean city-fool.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Enough then, call down George.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> I hear him coming.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Be ready with your legs<a name="FNanchor_201_201" id="FNanchor_201_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a> then, let me see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How courtesy would become him.&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>in</i> <span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>apparel</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Beshrew my blood, a proper seemly man. Gallantly!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a choice carriage, walks with a good port!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> I thank you, mistress, my back’s broad enough,
now my master’s gown’s on.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Sure, I should think it were the least of sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To mistake the master, and to let him in.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> ’Twere a good Comedy of Errors<a name="FNanchor_202_202" id="FNanchor_202_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a> that, i’faith.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> Whist, whist! my master.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> You all know your tasks.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>,<a name="FNanchor_203_203" id="FNanchor_203_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a> <i>dressed as before in the carpet:
he stares at</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>, <i>and exit</i>.</p>


<p>God’s my life, what’s that he has got upon’s back? who
can tell?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] That can I, but I will not.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Girt about him like a madman! what has he lost
his cloak too? This is the maddest fashion that e’er I
saw. What said he, George, when he passed by thee?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Troth, mistress, nothing: not so much as a bee,
he did not hum: not so much as a bawd, he did not
hem: not so much as a cuckold, he did not ha:
neither hum, hem, nor ha; only stared me in the
face, passed along, and made haste in, as if my looks had
worked with him, to give him a stool.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Sure he’s vexed now, this trick has moved his spleen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s angered now, because he uttered nothing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wordless wrath breaks out more violent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May be he’ll strive for place, when he comes down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if thou lov’st me, George, afford him none.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Nay, let me alone to play my master’s prize,<a name="FNanchor_204_204" id="FNanchor_204_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a> as
long as my mistress warrants me: I’m sure I have his
best clothes on, and I scorn to give place to any that is
inferior in apparel to me, that’s an axiom, a principle, and
is observed as much as the fashion; let that persuade you
then, that I’ll shoulder with him for the upper hand in
the shop, as long as this chain will maintain it.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Spoke with the spirit of a master, though with the
tongue of a prentice.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span> <i>dressed as a <span class="antiqua">Prentice</span></i>.</p>


<p>Why how now, madman? what in your tricksi-coats?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> O peace, good mistress.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Crambo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Poh</span>.</p>


<p>See, what you lack? what is’t you buy? pure calicoes,
fine Hollands, choice cambrics, neat lawns: see what you
buy? pray come near, my master will use you well, he
can afford you a penny-worth.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, that he can, out of a whole piece of lawn
i’faith.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Pray see your choice here, gentlemen.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> O fine fool! what, a madman! a patient madman!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>
who ever heard of the like? Well, sir, I’ll fit you
and your humour presently: what, cross-points? I’ll untie
’em all in a trice: I’ll vex you i’faith: boy, take your
cloak, quick, come.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with <span class="antiqua">1st Prentice</span>.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Be covered, George, this chain and welted gown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bare to this coat? then the world’s upside down.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Umh, umh, hum.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> That’s the shop, and there’s the fellow.</p>

<p><i>Poh.</i> Ay, but the master is walking in there.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> No matter, we’ll in.</p>

<p><i>Poh.</i> ’Sblood, dost long to lie in limbo?</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> An limbo be in hell, I care not.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Look you, gentlemen, your choice: cambrics?</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> No, sir, some shirting.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> You shall.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> Have you none of this striped canvas for
doublets?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> None striped, sir, but plain.</p>

<p><i>2nd Pren.</i> I think there be one piece striped within.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Step, sirrah, and fetch it, hum, hum, hum.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">2nd Pren.</span>, and returns with the piece.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Look you, gentleman, I’ll make but one spreading,
here’s a piece of cloth, fine, yet shall wear like iron,
’tis without fault; take this upon my word, ’tis without
fault.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> Then ’tis better than you, sirrah.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Ay, and a number more: Oh, that each soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were but as spotless as this innocent white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And had as few breaks in it!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cram.</i> ’Twould have some then:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There was a fray here last day in this shop.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cand.</i> There was, indeed, a little flea-biting.</p>

<p><i>Poh.</i> A gentleman had his pate broke; call you that
but a flea-biting?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> He had so.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> Zounds, do you stand to it?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Strikes</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> ’Sfoot, clubs, clubs! prentices, down with ’em!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter several <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span> with clubs, who disarm</i> <span class="smcap">Crambo</span>
<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Poh</span>.</p>


<p>Ah, you rogues, strike a citizen in’s shop?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> None of you stir, I pray; forbear, good George.</p>

<p><i>Cram.</i> I beseech you, sir, we mistook our marks; deliver
us our weapons.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Your head bleeds, sir; cry clubs!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I say you shall not; pray be patient,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give them their weapons: sirs, you’d best be gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I tell you here are boys more tough than bears:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hence, lest more fists do walk about your ears.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cram.</i>, <i>Poh.</i> We thank you, sir.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> You shall not follow them;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let them alone, pray; this did me no harm;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Troth, I was cold, and the blow made me warm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thank ’em for’t: besides, I had decreed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have a vein pricked, I did mean to bleed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So that there’s money saved: they’re honest men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray use ’em well, when they appear again.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Yes, sir, we’ll use ’em like honest men.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Ay, well said, George, like honest men, though
they be arrant knaves, for that’s the phrase of the city;
help to lay up these wares.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">1st Prentice</span> with <span class="antiqua">Officers</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Vio.</i> Yonder he stands.</p>

<p><i>1st Off.</i> What in a prentice-coat?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, ay; mad, mad; pray take heed.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> How now! what news with them?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What make they with my wife?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Officers, is she attached?&mdash;Look to your wares.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> He talks to himself: oh, he’s much gone indeed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Pray, pluck up a good heart, be not so fearful:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sirs, hark, we’ll gather to him by degrees.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, ay, by degrees I pray: Oh me! What makes
he with the lawn in his hand? He’ll tear all the ware in
my shop.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p>

<p><i>1st Off.</i> Fear not, we’ll catch him on a sudden.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Oh! you had need do so; pray take heed of
your warrant.</p>

<p><i>1st Off.</i> I warrant, mistress. Now, Signor Candido.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Now, sir, what news with you, sir?</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> What news with you? he says: oh, he’s far gone!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> I pray, fear nothing; let’s alone with him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Signor, you look not like yourself, methinks,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Steal you a’ t’other side; you’re changed, you’re altered.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Changed, sir, why true, sir. Is change strange? ’Tis not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fashion unless it alter! monarchs turn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To beggars, beggars creep into the nests<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of princes, masters serve their prentices,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ladies their serving-men, men turn to women.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> And women turn to men.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Ay, and women turn to men, you say true: ha,
ha, a mad world, a mad world.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i><span class="antiqua">Officers</span> seize</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Have we caught you, sir?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Caught me? well, well, you have caught me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> He laughs in your faces.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> A rescue, prentices! my master’s catchpolled.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> I charge you, keep the peace, or have your legs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gartered with irons! we have from the duke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A warrant strong enough for what we do.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I pray, rest quiet, I desire no rescue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> La, he desires no rescue, ’las poor heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He talks against himself.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Well, what’s the matter?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Look to that arm,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i><span class="antiqua">Officers</span> bind</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray, make sure work, double the cord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Why, why?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Look how his head goes, should he get but loose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh ’twere as much as all our lives were worth!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Fear not, we’ll make all sure for our own safety.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Are you at leisure now? well, what’s the matter?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why do I enter into bonds thus, ha?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Because you’re mad, put fear upon your wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Oh ay, I went in danger of my life every minute.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> What, am I mad, say you, and I not know it?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> That proves you mad, because you know it not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Pray talk to him as little as you can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You see he’s too far spent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Bound, with strong cord!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sister’s thread, i’faith, had been enough,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lead me anywhere.&mdash;Wife, do you long?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are mad too, or else you do me wrong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Geo.</i> But are you mad indeed, master?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> My wife says so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what she says, George, is all truth, you know.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whither now, to Bethlem Monastery?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ha! whither?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Off.</i> Faith, e’en to the madmen’s pound.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> A’ God’s name! still I feel my patience sound.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">Officers</span> with</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Come, we’ll see whither he goes; if the master be
mad, we are his servants, and must follow his steps; we’ll
be mad-caps too. Farewell, mistress, you shall have us
all in Bedlam.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">George</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span></i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> I think I ha’ fitted you now, you and your clothes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If this move not his patience, nothing can;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll swear then I’ve a saint, and not a man.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt164.png" width="350" height="38" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>Grounds near the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke’s</span> <i>Palace</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, Doctor <span class="smcap">Benedict</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>,
<span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Give us a little leave.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i32">Doctor, your news.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> I sent for him my lord, at last he came,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And did receive all speech that went from me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As gilded pills made to prolong his health.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My credit with him wrought it; for some men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swallow even empty hooks, like fools that fear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No drowning where ’tis deepest, ’cause ’tis clear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In th’end we sat and eat: a health I drank<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Infelice’s sweet departed soul.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This train I knew would take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> ’Twas excellent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> He fell with such devotion on his knees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pledge the fame&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Fond, superstitious fool!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> That had he been inflamed with zeal of prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He could not pour’t out with more reverence:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About my neck he hung, wept on my cheek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kissed it, and swore he would adore my lips,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because they brought forth Infelice’s name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Ha, ha! alack, alack.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> The cup he lifts up high, and thus he said;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here noble maid!&mdash;drinks, and was poisonèd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> And died?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> And died, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou in that word<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast pieced mine aged hours out with more years,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than thou hast taken from Hippolito.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A noble youth he was, but lesser branches<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hindering the greater’s growth, must be lopt off,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And feed the fire. Doctor, we’re now all thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And use us so: be bold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Thanks, gracious lord&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My honoured lord:&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hum.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> I do beseech your grace to bury deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This bloody act of mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay, nay, for that,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doctor, look you to it, me it shall not move;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’re cursed that ill do, not that ill do love.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> You throw an angry forehead on my face:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But be you pleased backward thus far to look,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That for your good, this evil I undertook&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Ay, ay, we conster<a name="FNanchor_205_205" id="FNanchor_205_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a> so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> And only for your love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Confessed: ’tis true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Nor let it stand against me as a bar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To thrust me from your presence; nor believe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As princes have quick thoughts, that now my finger<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being dipt in blood, I will not spare the hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that for gold,&mdash;as what can gold not do?&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I may be hired to work the like on you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Which to prevent&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> ’Tis from my heart as far.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> No matter, doctor; ’cause I’ll fearless sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that you shall stand clear of that suspicion,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I banish thee for ever from my court.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This principle is old, but true as fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Is’t so? nay then, duke, your stale principle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one as stale, the doctor thus shall quit&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He falls himself that digs another’s pit.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Doctor’s Servant</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">How now! where is he? will he meet me?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Meet you, sir? he might have met with three
fencers in this time, and have received less hurt than by
meeting one doctor of physic: Why, sir, he has walked
under the old abbey-wall yonder this hour, till he’s more
cold than a citizen’s country house in Janivery. You may
smell him behind, sir: la, you, yonder he comes.</p>

<p><i>Doct.</i> Leave me.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> I’th’ lurch, if you will.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<p><i>Doct.</i> O my most noble friend!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Few but yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could have enticed me thus, to trust the air<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With my close sighs. You sent for me; what news?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Come, you must doff this black, dye that pale cheek<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into his own colour, go, attire yourself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fresh as a bridegroom when he meets his bride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The duke has done much treason to thy love;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis now revealed, ’tis now to be revenged:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be merry, honoured friend, thy lady lives.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What lady?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Infelice, she’s revived;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revived? Alack! death never had the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To take breath from her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Umh: I thank you, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Physic prolongs life, when it cannot save;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This helps not my hopes, mine are in their grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You do some wrong to mock me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> By that love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I have ever borne you, what I speak<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is truth: the maiden lives; that funeral,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Duke’s tears, the mourning, was all counterfeit;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sleepy draught cozened the world and you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was his minister, and then chambered up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To stop discovery.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O treacherous duke!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> He cannot hope so certainly for bliss,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As he believes that I have poisoned you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He wooed me to’t; I yielded, and confirmed him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In his most bloody thoughts.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> A very devil!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Her did he closely coach to Bergamo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thither&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Will I ride: stood Bergamo<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the low countries of black hell, I’ll to her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> You shall to her, but not to Bergamo:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How passion makes you fly beyond yourself.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Much of that weary journey I ha’ cut off;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For she by letters hath intelligence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of your supposed death, her own interment,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all those plots, which that false duke, her father,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has wrought against you; and she’ll meet you&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Oh, when?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Nay, see; how covetous are your desires!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Early to-morrow morn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Oh where, good father?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> At Bethlem Monastery: are you pleased now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> At Bethlem Monastery! the place well fits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is the school where those that lose their wits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Practise again to get them: I am sick<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of that disease; all love is lunatic.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> We’ll steal away this night in some disguise:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Father Anselmo, a most reverend friar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Expects our coming; before whom we lay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reasons so strong, that he shall yield in bands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of holy wedlock to tie both your hands.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> This is such happiness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That to believe it, ’tis impossible.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> Let all your joys then die in misbelief;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will reveal no more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O yes, good father,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am so well acquainted with despair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know not how to hope: I believe all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Doct.</i> We’ll hence this night, much must be done, much said:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if the doctor fail not in his charms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your lady shall ere morning fill these arms.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Heavenly physician! for thy fame shall spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That mak’st two lovers speak when they be dead.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt168.png" width="200" height="122" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>




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<img src="images/zillt169a.png" width="350" height="96" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Hall in the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke’s</span> <i>Palace</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span>, <i>with a petition and</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</p>

<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt169b.png" width="151" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi5"><span class="smcap">Vio.</span> Oh watch, good George, watch
which way the duke comes.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Here comes one of the
butterflies; ask him.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.</p>


<p><i>Vio.</i> Pray, sir, comes the duke this way?</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> He’s upon coming, mistress.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> I thank you, sir. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>.] George,
are there many mad folks where thy master lies?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Oh yes, of all countries some; but especially
mad Greeks, they swarm. Troth mistress, the world is
altered with you; you had not wont to stand thus with
a paper humbly complaining: but you’re well enough
served: provender pricked you, as it does many of our
city wives besides.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Dost think, George, we shall get him forth?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Truly, mistress, I cannot tell; I think you’ll
hardly get him forth. Why, ’tis strange! ’Sfoot, I have
known many women that have had mad rascals to their
husbands, whom they would belabour by all means
possible to keep ’em in their right wits, but of a woman
to long to turn a tame man into a madman, why the
devil himself was never used so by his dam.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> How does he talk, George! ha! good George,
tell me.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Why you’re best go see.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Alas, I am afraid!</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Afraid! you had more need be ashamed, he may
rather be afraid of you.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> But, George, he’s not stark mad, is he? he does
not rave, he is not horn-mad, George, is he?</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Nay I know not that, but he talks like a justice
of peace, of a thousand matters, and to no purpose.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> I’ll to the monastery: I shall be mad till I enjoy
him, I shall be sick until I see him; yet when I do see
him, I shall weep out mine eyes.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> I’d fain see a woman weep out her eyes, that’s
as true as to say, a man’s cloak burns, when it hangs in
the water: I know you’ll weep, mistress, but what says
the painted cloth?<a name="FNanchor_206_206" id="FNanchor_206_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Trust not a woman when she cries,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For she’ll pump water from her eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a wet finger,<a name="FNanchor_207_207" id="FNanchor_207_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a> and in faster showers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than April when he rains down flowers.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Vio.</i> Ay, but George, that painted cloth is worthy to
be hanged up for lying; all women have not tears at
will, unless they have good cause.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Ay, but mistress, how easily will they find a
cause, and as one of our cheese-trenchers<a name="FNanchor_208_208" id="FNanchor_208_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a> says very
learnedly,</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As out of wormwood bees suck honey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As from poor clients lawyers firk money,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As parsley from a roasted cony:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So, though the day be ne’er so funny,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If wives will have it rain, down then it drives,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> &mdash;Tame, George. But I ha’ done storming now.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Why that’s well done: good mistress, throw
aside this fashion of your humour, be not so fantastical
in wearing it: storm no more, long no more. This
longing has made you come short of many a good thing
that you might have had from my master: Here comes
the duke.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>, <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sinezi</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> O, I beseech you, pardon my offence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In that I durst abuse your grace’s warrant;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deliver forth my husband, good my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who is her husband?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Candido, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Where is he?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> He’s among the lunatics;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was a man made up without a gall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing could move him, nothing could convert<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His meek blood into fury; yet like a monster,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I often beat at the most constant rock<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his unshaken patience, and did long<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To vex him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Did you so?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> And for that purpose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had warrant from your grace, to carry him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Bethlem Monastery, whence they will not free him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without your grace’s hand that sent him in.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> You have longed fair; ’tis you are mad, I fear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It’s fit to fetch him thence, and keep you there:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If he be mad, why would you have him forth?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Geo.</i> An please your grace, he’s not stark mad, but
only talks like a young gentleman, somewhat fantastically,
that’s all: there’s a thousand about your court, city, and
country madder than he.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Provide a warrant, you shall have our hand.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Here’s a warrant ready drawn, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Get pen and ink, get pen and ink.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Geo.</span></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cas.</i> Where is my lord the duke?</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> How now! more madmen?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> I have strange news, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Of what? of whom?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Of Infelice, and a marriage.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Ha! where? with whom?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Hippolito.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>, <i>with pen and ink</i>.</p>


<p><i>Geo.</i> Here, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Hence, with that woman! void the room!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Away! the duke’s vexed.</p>

<p><i>Geo.</i> Whoop, come, mistress, the duke’s mad too.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Who told me that Hippolito was dead?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> He that can make any man dead, the doctor:
but, my lord, he’s as full of life as wild-fire, and as quick.
Hippolito, the doctor, and one more rid hence this
evening; the inn at which they light is Bethlem Monastery;
Infelice comes from Bergamo and meets them there.
Hippolito is mad, for he means this day to be married;
the afternoon is the hour, and Friar Anselmo is the
knitter.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> From Bergamo? is’t possible? it cannot be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It cannot be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> I will not swear, my lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But this intelligence I took from one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose brains work in the plot.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> What’s he?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Matheo.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Matheo knows all.</p>

<p><i>Pior.</i> He’s Hippolito’s bosom.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> How far stands Bethlem hence?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Flu.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Six or seven miles.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Is’t so? not married till the afternoon:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Stay, stay, let’s work out some prevention. How!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is most strange; can none but mad men serve<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To dress their wedding dinner? All of you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Get presently to horse, disguise yourselves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like country-gentlemen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or riding citizens, or so: and take<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each man a several path, but let us meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Bethlem Monastery, some space of time<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being spent between the arrival each of other,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if we came to see the lunatics.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To horse, away! be secret on your lives.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love must be punished that unjustly thrives.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Be secret on your lives! Castruchio,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re but a scurvy spaniel; honest lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good lady: zounds, their love is just, ’tis good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I’ll prevent you, though I swim in blood.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt173.png" width="400" height="45" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II. <i>An Apartment in Bethlem Monastery.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Friar</span></i> <span class="smcap">Anselmo</span>, <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Infelice</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Nay, nay, resolve,<a name="FNanchor_209_209" id="FNanchor_209_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a> good father, or deny.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> You press me to an act, both full of danger,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And full of happiness; for I behold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your father’s frowns, his threats, nay, perhaps death<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To him that dare do this: yet, noble lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such comfortable beams break through these clouds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this blest marriage, that your honoured word<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being pawned in my defence, I will tie fast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The holy wedding-knot.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Tush, fear not the duke.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> O son! wisely to fear, is to be free from fear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You have our words, and you shall have our lives,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To guard you safe from all ensuing danger.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Ay, ay, chop ’em up, and away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Stay, when is’t fit for me, and safest for you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To entertain this business?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Not till the evening.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Be’t so, there is a chapel stands hard by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the west end of the abbey wall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thither convey yourselves, and when the sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath turned his back upon this upper world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll marry you; that done, no thundering voice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can break the sacred bond: yet, lady, here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are most safe.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Father, your love’s most dear.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Ay, well said, lock us into some little room by
ourselves, that we may be mad for an hour or two.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> O, good Matheo, no, let’s make no noise.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How! no noise! do you know where you are?
’sfoot, amongst all the mad-caps in Milan: so that to
throw the house out at window will be the better, and
no man will suspect that we lurk here to steal mutton<a name="FNanchor_210_210" id="FNanchor_210_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a>:
the more sober we are, the more scurvy ’tis. And
though the friar tell us, that here we are safest, I am not
of his mind, for if those lay here that had lost their
money, none would ever look after them, but here are
none but those that have lost their wits, so that if hue
and cry be made, hither they’ll come; and my reason
is, because none goes to be married till he be stark
mad.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Muffle yourselves, yonder’s Fluello.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fluello</span>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Zounds!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> O my lord, these cloaks are not for this rain! the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>
tempest is too great: I come sweating to tell you of it,
that you may get out of it.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Why, what’s the matter?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> What’s the matter? you have mattered it fair:
the duke’s at hand.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> The duke?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> The very duke.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Then all our plots<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are turned upon our heads; and we’re blown up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With our own underminings. ’Sfoot, how comes he?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What villain durst betray our being here?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Castruchio! Castruchio told the duke, and
Matheo here told Castruchio.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Would you betray me to Castruchio?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> ’Sfoot, he damned himself to the pit of hell, if he
spake on’t again.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> So did you swear to me: so were you damned.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pox on ’em, and there be no faith in men, if a
man shall not believe oaths: he took bread and salt,<a name="FNanchor_211_211" id="FNanchor_211_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a> by
this light, that he would never open his lips.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> O God, O God!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Son, be not desperate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have patience, you shall trip your enemy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Down by his own slights.<a name="FNanchor_212_212" id="FNanchor_212_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a> How far is the duke hence?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Flu.</i> He’s but new set out: Castruchio, Pioratto and
Sinezi come along with him; you have time enough yet
to prevent<a name="FNanchor_213_213" id="FNanchor_213_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a> them, if you have but courage.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Ye shall steal secretly into the chapel,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And presently be married. If the duke<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Abide here still, spite of ten thousand eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You shall ’scape hence like friars.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O blest disguise! O happy man!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Talk not of happiness till your closed hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have her by th’ forehead, like the lock of Time:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Be nor too slow, nor hasty, now you climb<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up to the tower of bliss; only be wary<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And patient, that’s all: If you like my plot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Build and despatch; if not, farewell, then not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O yes, we do applaud it! we’ll dispute<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No longer, but will hence and execute.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fluello, you’ll stay here: let us be gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ground that frighted lovers tread upon<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is stuck with thorns.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Come, then, away, ’tis meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To escape those thorns, to put on wingèd feet.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Anselmo</span>, <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> No words, I pray, Fluello, for’t stands us upon.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Oh, sir, let that be your lesson!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas, poor lovers! On what hopes and fears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men toss themselves for women! When she’s got,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The best has in her that which pleaseth not.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Castruchio</span>, <span class="smcap">Pioratto</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Sinezi</span>
<i>from different doors, muffled</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who’s there?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> My lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Peace; send that lord away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A lordship will spoil all; let’s be all fellows.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What’s he?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Fluello, or else Sinezi, by his little legs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Flu.</i>, <i>Pio.</i> All friends, all friends.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What? met upon the very point of time?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is this the place?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Pio.</i> This is the place, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Dream you on lordships? come no more lords, I pray:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have not seen these lovers yet?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Not yet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Castruchio, art thou sure this wedding feast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is not till afternoon?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> So’t is given out, my lord.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay, nay, ’tis like; thieves must observe their hours;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lovers watch minutes like astronomers;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How shall the interim hours by us be spent?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Let’s all go see the madmen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Pio.</i>, <i>Sin.</i> Mass, content.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Sweeper</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Duke.</i> Oh, here comes one; question him, question him.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Now, honest fellow? dost thou belong to the
house?</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> Yes, forsooth, I am one of the implements, I
sweep the madmen’s rooms, and fetch straw for ’em, and
buy chains to tie ’em, and rods to whip ’em. I was a
mad wag myself here, once, but I thank Father Anselmo,
he lashed me into my right mind again.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Anselmo is the friar must marry them;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Question him where he is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> And where is Father Anselmo now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sweep.</i> Marry, he’s gone but e’en now.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Ay, well done.&mdash;Tell me, whither is he gone?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sweep.</i> Why, to God a’mighty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> Ha, ha! this fellow’s a fool, talks idly.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Sirrah, are all the mad folks in Milan brought
hither?</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> How, all? there’s a question indeed: why if
all the mad folks in Milan should come hither, there
would not be left ten men in the city.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Few gentlemen or courtiers here, ha?</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> O yes, abundance, abundance! lands no sooner
fall into their hands, but straight they run out a’ their
wits: citizens’ sons and heirs are free of the house by
their fathers’ copy. Farmers’ sons come hither like
geese, in flocks, and when they ha’ sold all their corn-fields,
here they sit and pick the straws.</p>

<p><i>Sin.</i> Methinks you should have women here as well as
men.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> Oh, ay, a plague on ’em, there’s no ho!<a name="FNanchor_214_214" id="FNanchor_214_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a> with
’em; they’re madder than March hares.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Are there no lawyers amongst you?</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> Oh no, not one; never any lawyer, we dare
not let a lawyer come in, for he’ll make ’em mad faster
than we can recover ’em.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> And how long is’t ere you recover any of
these?</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> Why, according to the quantity of the moon
that’s got into ’em. An alderman’s son will be mad
a great while, a very great while, especially if his friends
left him well; a whore will hardly come to her wits
again: a puritan, there’s no hope of him, unless he may
pull down the steeple, and hang himself i’ th’ bell-ropes.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> I perceive all sorts of fish come to your net.</p>

<p><i>Sweep.</i> Yes, in truth, we have blocks<a name="FNanchor_215_215" id="FNanchor_215_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a> for all heads; we
have good store of wild-oats here: for the courtier is mad
at the citizen, the citizen is mad at the countryman; the
shoemaker is mad at the cobbler, the cobbler at the car-man;
the punk is mad that the merchant’s wife is no
whore, the merchant’s wife is mad that the punk is so
common a whore. Gods so, here’s Father Anselmo;
pray say nothing that I tell tales out of the school.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Anselmo</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Servants</span></i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> God bless you, father.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> I thank you, gentlemen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i> Pray, may we see some of those wretched souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That here are in your keeping?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Yes, you shall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But gentlemen, I must disarm you then:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There are of mad men, as there are of tame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All humoured not alike: we have here some,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So apish and fantastic, play with a feather,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, though ’twould grieve a soul to see God’s image<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
<span class="i0">So blemished and defaced, yet do they act<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such antic and such pretty lunacies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That spite of sorrow they will make you smile:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Others again we have like hungry lions,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fierce as wild-bulls, untameable as flies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And these have oftentimes from strangers’ sides<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Snatched rapiers suddenly, and done much harm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom if you’ll see, you must be weaponless.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> With all our hearts.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Giving their weapons to</i> <span class="smcap">Anselmo</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Here, take these weapons in,&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Servant</span> with weapons.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stand off a little, pray; so, so, ’tis well:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll show you here a man that was sometimes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A very grave and wealthy citizen;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has served a prenticeship to this misfortune,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Been here seven years, and dwelt in Bergamo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> How fell he from his wits?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> By loss at sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll stand aside, question him you alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For if he spy me, he’ll not speak a word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unless he’s throughly vexed.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Opens a door and then retires: enter <span class="antiqua">1st Madman</span>,
wrapt in a net.</i></p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Alas, poor soul!</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> A very old man.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> God speed, father!</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> God speed the plough, thou shalt not speed
me.</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> We see you, old man, for all you dance in a net.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> True, but thou wilt dance in a halter, and I
shall not see thee.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Oh do not vex him, pray.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Are you a fisherman, father?</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> No, I am neither fish nor flesh.</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> What do you with that net then?</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Dost not see, fool? there’s a fresh salmon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
in’t; if you step one foot further, you’ll be over shoes,
for you see I’m over head and ears in the salt-water:
and if you fall into this whirl-pool where I am, you’re
drowned: you’re a drowned rat. I am fishing here for
five ships, but I cannot have a good draught, for my net
breaks still, and breaks; but I’ll break some of your
necks an I catch you in my clutches. Stay, stay, stay,
stay, stay, where’s the wind? where’s the wind? where’s
the wind? where’s the wind? Out you gulls, you goose-caps,
you gudgeon-eaters! do you look for the wind in
the heavens? ha, ha, ha, ha! no, no! look there, look
there, look there! the wind is always at that door: hark
how it blows, puff, puff, puff!</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Do you laugh at God’s creatures? Do you
mock old age, you rogues? Is this gray beard and head
counterfeit that you cry, ha, ha, ha? Sirrah, art not
thou my eldest son?</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Yes indeed, father.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Then thou’rt a fool, for my eldest son had a
polt-foot,<a name="FNanchor_216_216" id="FNanchor_216_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a> crooked legs, a verjuice face, and a pear-coloured
beard: I made him a scholar, and he made
himself a fool. Sirrah, thou there: hold out thy hand.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> My hand? well, here ’tis.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Look, look, look, look! has he not long
nails, and short hair?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Yes, monstrous short hair, and abominable long
nails.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Ten penny nails, are they not?</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Yes, ten-penny nails.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Such nails had my second boy. Kneel
down, thou varlet, and ask thy father’s blessing. Such
nails had my middlemost son, and I made him a promoter:<a name="FNanchor_217_217" id="FNanchor_217_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a>
and he scraped, and scraped, and scraped, till
he got the devil and all: but he scraped thus, and thus,
and thus, and it went under his legs, till at length a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
company of kites, taking him for carrion, swept up all,
all, all, all, all, all, all. If you love your lives, look to
yourselves: see, see, see, see, the Turks’ galleys are
fighting with my ships! Bounce go the guns! Oooh!
cry the men! Rumble, rumble, go the waters! Alas,
there; ’tis sunk, ’tis sunk: I am undone, I am undone!
You are the damned pirates have undone me: you are,
by the Lord, you are, you are! Stop ’em&mdash;you are!</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Why, how now sirrah! must I fall to tame you?</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Tame me! no, I’ll be madder than a roasted
cat. See, see, I am burnt with gunpowder,&mdash;these are
our close fights!</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> I’ll whip you, if you grow unruly thus.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Whip me? Out you toad! Whip me?
What justice is this, to whip me because I am a beggar?
Alas! I am a poor man: a very poor man! I am
starved, and have had no meat by this light, ever since
the great flood; I am a poor man.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Well, well, be quiet, and you shall have meat.</p>

<p><i>1st Mad.</i> Ay, ay, pray do; for look you, here be my
guts: these are my ribs&mdash;you may look through my ribs&mdash;see
how my guts come out! These are my red guts,
my very guts, oh, oh!</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Take him in there.      <span class="rightdirection">[Servants <i>remove</i> 1st Madman.</span></p>

<p><i>Flu., Pio., &amp;c.</i> A very piteous sight.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Father, I see you have a busy charge.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> They must be used like children, pleased with toys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And anon whipped for their unruliness:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll show you now a pair quite different<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From him that’s gone: he was all words; and these<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unless you urge ’em, seldom spend their speech,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But save their tongues.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Opens another door, from which enter <span class="antiqua">2nd</span> and</i>
3rd Madmen.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">La, you; this hithermost<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Fell from the happy quietness of mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About a maiden that he loved, and died:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He followed her to church, being full of tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as her body went into the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He fell stark mad. This is a married man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was jealous of a fair, but, as some say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A very virtuous wife; and that spoiled him.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> All these are whoremongers, and lay with
my wife: whore, whore, whore, whore, whore!</p>

<p><i>Flu.</i> Observe him.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Gaffer shoemaker, you pulled on my wife’s
pumps, and then crept into her pantofles:<a name="FNanchor_218_218" id="FNanchor_218_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> lie there, lie
there! This was her tailor. You cut out her loose-bodied
gown, and put in a yard more than I allowed
her; lie there by the shoemaker. O master doctor! are
you here? you gave me a purgation, and then crept into
my wife’s chamber, to feel her pulses, and you said, and
she said, and her maid said, that they went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,
pit-a-pat. Doctor, I’ll put you anon into my wife’s
urinal. Heigh, come aloft, Jack: this was her schoolmaster,
and taught her to play upon the virginals, and
still his jacks leapt up, up.<a name="FNanchor_219_219" id="FNanchor_219_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a> You pricked her out nothing
but bawdy lessons, but I’ll prick you all, fiddler&mdash;doctor&mdash;tailor&mdash;shoemaker&mdash;shoemaker&mdash;fiddler&mdash;doctor&mdash;tailor!
So! lie with my wife again, now.</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> See how he notes the other, now he feeds.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Give me some porridge.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> I’ll give thee none.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Give me some porridge.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> I’ll not give thee a bit.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Give me that flap-dragon.<a name="FNanchor_220_220" id="FNanchor_220_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a></p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> I’ll not give thee a spoonful: thou liest, it’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
no dragon, ’tis a parrot, that I bought for my sweetheart,
and I’ll keep it.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Here’s an almond for parrot.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> Hang thyself!</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Here’s a rope for parrot.<a name="FNanchor_221_221" id="FNanchor_221_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a></p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> Eat it, for I’ll eat this.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> I’ll shoot at thee, an thou’t give me none.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> Wu’t thou?</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> I’ll run a tilt at thee, an thou’t give me
none.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> Wu’t thou? do an thou darest.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> Bounce!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Strikes him.</i></span></p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> O&mdash;oh! I am slain! murder, murder, murder!
I am slain; my brains are beaten out.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> How now, you villains! Bring me whips: I’ll
whip you.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> I am dead! I am slain! ring out the bell,
for I am dead.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> How will you do now, sirrah? you ha’ killed him.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> I’ll answer’t at sessions: he was eating of
almond-butter, and I longed for’t: the child had never
been delivered out of my belly, if I had not killed him.
I’ll answer’t at sessions, so my wife may be burnt i’ th’
hand, too.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Take ’em in both: bury him, for he’s dead.</p>

<p><i>2nd Mad.</i> Indeed, I am dead; put me, I pray, into a
good pit-hole.</p>

<p><i>3rd Mad.</i> I’ll answer’t at sessions.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i><span class="antiqua">Servants</span> remove <span class="antiqua">2nd</span> and <span class="antiqua">3rd Madmen</span>.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> How now, huswife, whither gad you?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> A-nutting, forsooth: how do you, gaffer? how
do you, gaffer? there’s a French curtsey for you, too.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Flu.</i> ’Tis Bellafront!</p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Tis the punk, by th’ Lord!</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Father, what’s she, I pray?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> As yet I know not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She came in but this day; talks little idly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore has the freedom of the house.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Do not you know me?&mdash;nor you?&mdash;nor you?&mdash;nor
you?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> No, indeed.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Then you are an ass,&mdash;and you an ass,&mdash;and you
are an ass,&mdash;for I know you.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> Why, what are they? come, tell me, what are
they?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> They’re fish-wives, will you buy any gudgeons?
God’s santy!<a name="FNanchor_222_222" id="FNanchor_222_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a> yonder come friars, I know them too&mdash;</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <i>disguised
as <span class="antiqua">Friars</span></i>.</p>


<p>How do you, friar?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Nay, nay, away, you must not trouble friars.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The duke is here, speak nothing.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nay, indeed, you shall not go: we’ll run at
barley-break first, and you shall be in hell.<a name="FNanchor_223_223" id="FNanchor_223_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> My punk turned mad whore, as all her fellows
are!</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Say nothing; but steal hence, when you spy time.</p>

<p><i>Ans.</i> I’ll lock you up, if you’re unruly: fie!</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Fie? marry, soh! they shall not go indeed, till I
ha’ told ’em their fortunes.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Good father, give her leave.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Ay, pray, good father, and I’ll give you my
blessing.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> Well then, be brief, but if you’re thus unruly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll have you locked up fast.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Pio.</i> Come, to their fortunes.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Let me see, one, two, three, and four. I’ll begin
with the little friar<a name="FNanchor_224_224" id="FNanchor_224_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a> first. Here’s a fine hand, indeed! I
never saw friar have such a dainty hand: here’s a hand
for a lady! Here’s your <span class="lock">fortune:&mdash;</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You love a friar better than a nun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet long you’ll love no friar, nor no friar’s son.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bow a little, the line of life is out, yet I’m afraid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all you’re holy, you’ll not die a maid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God give you joy!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now to you, Friar Tuck.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> God send me good luck!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> You love one, and one loves you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re a false knave, and she’s a Jew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here is a dial that false ever goes&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> O your wit drops!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Troth, so does your nose&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay lets shake hands with you too; pray open, here’s a fine hand!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ho friar, ho! God be here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So he had need: you’ll keep good cheer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s a free table,<a name="FNanchor_225_225" id="FNanchor_225_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> but a frozen breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For you’ll starve those that love you best;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet you have good fortune, for if I’m no liar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then you are no friar, nor you, nor you no friar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haha, haha!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Discovers them.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Are holy habits cloaks for villany?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Draw all your weapons!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Do; draw all your weapons.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Where are your weapons? draw!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Pio.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> The friar has gulled us of ’em.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> O rare trick!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You ha’ learnt one mad point of arithmetic.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why swells your spleen so high? against what bosom<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Would you your weapons draw? her’s? ’tis your daughter’s:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine? ’tis your son’s.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Son?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Son, by yonder sun.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You cannot shed blood here but ’tis your own;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spill your own blood were damnation:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lay smooth that wrinkled brow, and I will throw<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Myself beneath your feet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let it be ruggèd still and flinted ore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What can come forth but sparkles, that will burn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yourself and us? She’s mine; my claim’s most good;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s mine by marriage, though she’s yours by blood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ans.</i> [<i>Kneeling.</i>] I have a hand, dear lord, deep in this act,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I foresaw this storm, yet willingly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Put forth to meet it. Oft have I seen a father<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Washing the wounds of his dear son in tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A son to curse the sword that struck his father,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both slain i’ th’ quarrel of your families.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those scars are now ta’en off; and I beseech you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To seal our pardon! All was to this end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To turn the ancient hates of your two houses<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fresh green friendship, that your loves might look<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like the spring’s forehead, comfortably sweet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And your vexed souls in peaceful union meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their blood will now be yours, yours will be their’s,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And happiness shall crown your silver hairs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Flu.</i> You see, my lord, there’s now no remedy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cas.</i>, <i>Pio.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Beseech your lordship!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> You beseech fair, you have me in place fit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bridle me&mdash;Rise friar, you may be glad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You can make madmen tame, and tame men mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Fate hath conquered, I must rest content,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To strive now, would but add new punishment:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I yield unto your happiness; be blest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our families shall henceforth breathe in rest.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>All.</i> Oh, happy change!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your’s now is my content,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I throw upon your joys my full consent.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Am not I a good girl, for finding the friar in the
well? God’s-so, you are a brave man: will not you buy
me some sugar-plums, because I am so good a fortune-teller?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Would thou hadst wit, thou pretty soul, to ask,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I have will to give.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Pretty soul? a pretty soul is better than a pretty
body: do not you know my pretty soul? I know you:
Is not your name Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Yes, lamb.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Baa lamb! there you lie, for I am mutton.<a name="FNanchor_226_226" id="FNanchor_226_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a>&mdash;Look,
fine man! he was mad for me once, and I was
mad for him once, and he was mad for her once, and
were you never mad? Yes, I warrant; I had a fine
jewel once, a very fine jewel, and that naughty man stole
it away from me,&mdash;a very fine and a rich jewel.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> What jewel, pretty maid?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Maid? nay, that’s a lie: O, ’twas a very rich
jewel, called a maidenhead, and had not you it, leerer?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Out, you mad ass! away.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Had he thy maidenhead?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall make thee amends, and marry thee.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Shall he? O brave Arthur of Bradley<a name="FNanchor_227_227" id="FNanchor_227_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a> then?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> And if he bear the mind of a gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know he will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> I think I rifled her of some such paltry jewel.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Did you? Then marry her; you see the wrong<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has led her spirits into a lunacy.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How? marry her, my lord? ’Sfoot, marry a
madwoman? Let a man get the tamest wife he can come
by, she’ll be mad enough afterward, do what he can.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay then, Father Anselmo here shall do his best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bring her to her wits; and will you then?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> I cannot tell, I may choose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay, then, law shall compel: I tell you, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So much her hard fate moves me, you should not breathe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under this air, unless you married her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Well, then, when her wits stand in their right place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll marry her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I thank your grace.&mdash;Matheo, thou art mine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am not mad, but put on this disguise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only for you, my lord; for you can tell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Much wonder of me, but you are gone: farewell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Matheo, thou didst first turn my soul black,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now make it white again: I do protest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m pure as fire now, chaste as Cynthia’s breast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I durst be sworn, Matheo, she’s indeed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Cony-catched, gulled, must I sail in your fly-boat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because I helped to rear your main-mast first?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plague ’found<a name="FNanchor_228_228" id="FNanchor_228_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a> you for’t, ’tis well.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cuckold’s stamp goes current in all nations,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some men ha’ horns giv’n them at their creations,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I be one of those, why so: ’tis better<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To take a common wench, and make her good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than one that simpers, and at first will scarce<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be tempted forth over the threshold door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet in one se’nnight, zounds, turns arrant whore!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come wench, thou shalt be mine, give me thy golls,<a name="FNanchor_229_229" id="FNanchor_229_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll talk of legs hereafter.&mdash;See, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God give us joy!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> God give you joy!<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Viola</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">George</span>.</p>


<p><i>Geo.</i> Come mistress, we are in Bedlam now; mass and
see, we come in pudding-time, for here’s the duke.</p>

<p><i>Vio.</i> My husband, good my lord.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Have I thy husband?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cast.</i> It’s Candido, my lord, he’s here among the
lunatics: Father Anselmo, pray fetch him forth. [<i>Exit</i>
<span class="smcap">Anselmo</span>.] This mad woman is his wife, and though she
were not with child, yet did she long most spitefully to
have her husband mad: and because she would be sure
he should turn Jew, she placed him here in Bethlem.
Yonder he comes.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Anselmo</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</p>


<p><i>Duke.</i> Come hither, signor; are you mad?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> You are not mad.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Why, I know that.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Then may you know I am not mad, that know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are not mad, and that you are the duke:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None is mad here but one.&mdash;How do you, wife?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What do you long for now?&mdash;Pardon, my lord:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She had lost her child’s nose else: I did cut out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pennyworths of lawn, the lawn was yet mine own:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A carpet was my gown, yet ’twas mine own:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wore my man’s coat, yet the cloth mine own:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had a cracked crown, the crown was yet mine own.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She says for this I’m mad: were her words true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should be mad indeed: O foolish skill!<a name="FNanchor_230_230" id="FNanchor_230_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is patience madness? I’ll be a madman still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vio.</i> Forgive me, and I’ll vex your spirit no more.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Come, come, we’ll have you friends; join
hearts, join hands.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> See, my lord, we are even,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay rise, for ill deeds kneel unto none but Heaven.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Signor, methinks patience has laid on you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such heavy weight, that you should loathe it&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Loathe it!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> For he whose breast is tender, blood so cool,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That no wrongs heat it, is a patient fool:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What comfort do you find in being so calm?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> That which green wounds receive from sovereign balm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Patience, my lord! why, ’tis the soul of peace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the virtues, ’tis nearest kin to Heaven.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It makes men look like gods. The best of men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That e’er wore earth about him, was a sufferer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The first true gentleman that ever breathed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The stock of patience then cannot be poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All it desires, it has; what monarch more?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is the greatest enemy to law<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That can be; for it doth embrace all wrongs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so chains up lawyers and women’s tongues.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis the perpetual prisoner’s liberty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His walks and orchards: ’tis the bond slave’s freedom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And makes him seem proud of each iron chain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As though he wore it more for state than pain:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is the beggars’ music, and thus sings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although their bodies beg, their souls are kings.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O my dread liege! It is the sap of bliss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rears us aloft, makes men and angels kiss.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And last of all, to end a household strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is the honey ’gainst a waspish wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou giv’st it lively colours: who dare say<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s mad, whose words march in so good array?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twere sin all women should such husbands have,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For every man must then be his wife’s slave.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, therefore, you shall teach our court to shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So calm a spirit is worth a golden mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wives with meek husbands that to vex them long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Bedlam must they dwell, else dwell they wrong.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span></span>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.">
<span class="hide">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</span>
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<div class="dp">
<div>
<span class="smcap">Gasparo Trebazzi</span>, Duke of Milan.<br />
<span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, a Count, Husband of <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Orlando Friscobaldo</span>, Father of <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, Husband of <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Candido</span>, a Linen Draper.<br />
<span class="smcap">Lodovico Sforza.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Beraldo.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Carolo.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Fontinell.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Astolfo.</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Antonio Georgio</span>, a poor Scholar.<br />
<span class="smcap">Bryan</span>, an Irish Footman.<br />
<span class="smcap">Bots</span>, a Pander.<br />
Masters of Bridewell, Prentices, Servants, &amp;c.</div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, Wife of <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, Wife of <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.<br />
<span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> Bride.<br />
Mistress <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>, a Bawd.<br />


<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Dorothea Target</span>,</td><td rowspan="3"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td rowspan="3">Harlots.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Penelope Whorehound</span>,</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Catharina Bountinall</span>,</td></tr>
</table>
</div>
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SCENE&mdash;<span class="smcap">Milan</span>.</div>
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<p class="p2 x-large center"><i>THE HONEST WHORE.</i><br />

<i><span class="smcap">Part the Second.</span></i></p>




<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Hall in</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>On one side enter</i> <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>, <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <i>with <span class="antiqua">Serving-men</span>, or <span class="antiqua">Pages</span>, attending on
them; on the other side enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt193b.png" width="143" height="150" alt=""/>
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<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Lod.</span> Good day, gallants.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Good morrow, sweet Lodovico.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> How dost thou, Carolo?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Faith, as the physicians do
in a plague, see the world sick, and
am well myself.</p>

<p><i>Fon.</i> Here’s a sweet morning, gentlemen.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Oh, a morning to tempt Jove from his ningle,<a name="FNanchor_231_231" id="FNanchor_231_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a>
Ganymede; which is but to give dairy-wenches green
gowns as they are going a-milking. What, is thy lord
stirring yet?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Ast.</i> Yes, he will not be horsed this hour, sure.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> My lady swears he shall, for she longs to be at
court.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Oh, we shall ride switch and spur; would we were
there once.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> How now, is thy lord ready?</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> No, so crees sa’ me, my lady will have some little
ting in her pelly first.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Oh, then they’ll to breakfast.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Footman, does my lord ride i’th’ coach with my
lady, or on horseback?</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> No, foot, la, my lady will have me lord sheet wid
her, my lord will sheet in de one side, and my lady sheet
in de toder side.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> My lady sheet in de toder side! Did you ever
hear a rascal talk so like a pagan? Is’t not strange that
a fellow of his star, should be seen here so long in Italy,
yet speak so from a Christian?</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>, <i>with a book</i>.</p>


<p><i>Ast.</i> An Irishman in Italy! that so strange! why, the
nation have running heads.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They walk up and down.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Nay, Carolo, this is more strange, I ha’ been in
France, there’s few of them. Marry, England they count
a warm chimney corner, and there they swarm like
crickets to the crevice of a brew-house; but sir, in England
I have noted one thing.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> What’s that, what’s that of England?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Marry this, sir,&mdash;what’s he yonder?</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> A poor fellow would speak with my lord.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> In England, sir,&mdash;troth, I ever laugh when I think
on’t: to see a whole nation should be marked i’th’ forehead,
as a man may say, with one iron: why, sir, there all
costermongers are Irishmen.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Oh, that’s to show their antiquity, as coming
from Eve, who was an apple-wife, and they take after the
mother.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Good, good! ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Why, then, should all your chimney-sweepers
likewise be Irishmen? answer that now; come, your
wit.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Faith, that’s soon answered, for St. Patrick, you
know, keeps purgatory; he makes the fire, and his countrymen
could do nothing, if they cannot sweep the
chimneys.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Good again.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Then, sir, have you many of them, like this fellow,
especially those of his hair, footmen to noblemen and
others,<a name="FNanchor_232_232" id="FNanchor_232_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a> and the knaves are very faithful where they love.
By my faith, very proper men many of them, and as active
as the clouds,&mdash;whirr, hah!</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Are they so?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> And stout! exceeding stout; why, I warrant,
this precious wild villain, if he were put to’t, would fight
more desperately than sixteen Dunkirks.<a name="FNanchor_233_233" id="FNanchor_233_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a></p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> The women, they say, are very fair.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> No, no, our country <i>buona-robas</i>,<a name="FNanchor_234_234" id="FNanchor_234_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a> oh! are the
sugarest, delicious rogues!</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Oh, look, he has a feeling of them!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Not I, I protest. There’s a saying when they
commend nations. It goes, the Irishman for his hand,
the Welshman for a leg, the Englishman for a face, the
Dutchman for a beard.</p>

<p><i>Fon.</i> I’faith, they may make swabbers of them.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> The Spaniard,&mdash;let me see,&mdash;for a little foot, I
take it; the Frenchman,&mdash;what a pox hath he? and so
of the rest. Are they at breakfast yet? come walk.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> This Lodovico is a notable tongued fellow.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Fon.</i> Discourses well.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> And a very honest gentleman.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Oh! he’s well valued by my lord.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, <i>with a petition</i>.</p>


<p><i>Fon.</i> How now, how now, what’s she?</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> Let’s make towards her.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Will it be long, sir, ere my lord come forth?</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Would you speak with my lord?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> How now, what’s this, a nurse’s bill? hath any
here got thee with child and now will not keep it?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> No, sir, my business is unto my lord.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> He’s about his own wife’s now, he’ll hardly
dispatch two causes in a morning.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> No matter what he says, fair lady; he’s a knight,
there’s no hold to be taken at his words.</p>

<p><i>Fon.</i> My lord will pass this way presently.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> A pretty, plump rogue.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> A good lusty, bouncing baggage.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> Do you know her?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> A pox on her, I was sure her name was in my
table-book once; I know not of what cut her die is now,
but she has been more common than tobacco: this is she
that had the name of the Honest Whore.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Is this she?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> This is the blackamoor that by washing was
turned white: this is the birding-piece new scoured: this
is she that, if any of her religion can be saved, was saved
by my lord Hippolito.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> She has been a goodly creature.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> She has been! that’s the epitaph of all whores.
I’m well acquainted with the poor gentleman her husband.
Lord! what fortunes that man has overreached! She
knows not me, yet I have been in her company; I scarce
know her, for the beauty of her cheek hath, like the
moon, suffered strange eclipses since I beheld it: but
women are like medlars,&mdash;no sooner ripe but rotten:</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A woman last was made, but is spent first.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet man is oft proved in performance worst.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> My lord is come.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <i>and two <span class="antiqua">Waiting-women</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Hip.</i> We ha’ wasted half this morning. Morrow,
Lodovico.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Morrow, madam.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Let’s away to horse.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Ay, ay, to horse, to horse.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I do beseech your lordship, let your eye read o’er
this wretched paper.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I’m in haste, pray thee, good woman, take some
apter time.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Good woman, do.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Oh ’las! it does concern a poor man’s life.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Life! sweetheart?&mdash;Seat yourself, I’ll but read
this and come.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What stockings have you put on this morning,
madam? if they be not yellow,<a name="FNanchor_235_235" id="FNanchor_235_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a> change them; that paper
is a letter from some wench to your husband.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Oh sir, that cannot make me jealous.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt all except</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>, <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>,
<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Your business, sir? to me?</p>

<p><i>Ant.</i> Yes, my good lord.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Presently, sir.&mdash;Are you Matheo’s wife?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> That most unfortunate woman.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’m sorry these storms are fallen on him; I love Matheo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And any good shall do him; he and I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have sealed two bonds of friendship, which are strong<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In me, however fortune does him wrong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He speaks here he’s condemned. Is’t so?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Too true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What was he whom he killed? Oh, his name’s here;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Old Giacomo, son to the Florentine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Giacomo, a dog, that to meet profit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would to the very eyelids wade in blood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his own children. Tell Matheo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The duke, my father, hardly shall deny<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His signèd pardon; ’twas fair fight, yes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If rumour’s tongue go true; so writes he here.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow morning I return from court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray be you here then.&mdash;I’ll have done, sir, straight:&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Antonio</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in troth say, are you Matheo’s wife?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have forgot me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> No, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Your turner,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That made you smooth to run an even bias,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You know I loved you when your very soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was full of discord: art not a good wench still?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Umph, when I had lost my way to Heaven, you showed it:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was new born that day.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> ’Sfoot, my lord, your lady asks if you have not
left your wench yet? When you get in once, you never
have done. Come, come, come, pay your old score, and
send her packing; come.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Ride softly on before, I’ll o’ertake you.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Your lady swears she’ll have no riding on before,
without ye.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Prithee, good Lodovico.</p>

<p><i>Lod</i>. My lord, pray hasten.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I come.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow let me see you, fare you well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commend me to Matheo. Pray one word more:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Does not your father live about the court?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I think he does, but such rude spots of shame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stick on my cheek, that he scarce knows my name.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Orlando Friscobaldo, is’t not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Yes, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What does he for you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> All he should: when children<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From duty start, parents from love may swerve;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He nothing does: for nothing I deserve.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Shall I join him unto you, and restore you to
wonted grace?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> It is impossible.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It shall be put to trial: fare you well.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The face I would not look on! Sure then ’twas rare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When in despite of grief, ’tis still thus fair.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, sir, your business with me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> I am bold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’express my love and duty to your lordship<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In these few leaves.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> A book!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Yes, my good lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Are you a scholar?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Yes, my lord, a poor one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sir, you honour me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kings may be scholars’ patrons, but, faith, tell me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To how many hands besides hath this bird flown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How many partners share with me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Not one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In troth, not one: your name I held more dear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m not, my lord, of that low character.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Your name I pray?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Antonio Georgio.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Of Milan?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Yes, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’ll borrow leave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To read you o’er, and then we’ll talk: till then<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drink up this gold; good wits should love good wine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This of your loves, the earnest that of mine.&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives money.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</p>


<p>How now, sir, where’s your lady? not gone yet?</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> I fart di lady is run away from dee, a mighty
deal of ground, she sent me back for dine own sweet
face, I pray dee come, my lord, away, wu’t tow go
now?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Is the coach gone? Saddle my horse, the
sorrel.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> A pox a’ de horse’s nose, he is a lousy rascally
fellow, when I came to gird his belly, his scurvy guts
rumbled; di horse farted in my face, and dow knowest,
an Irishman cannot abide a fart. But I have saddled de
hobby-horse, di fine hobby is ready, I pray dee my good
sweet lord, wi’t tow go now, and I will run to de devil
before dee?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Well, sir,&mdash;I pray let’s see you, master scholar.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Come, I pray dee, wu’t come, sweet face? Go.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt200.png" width="400" height="47" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>An Apartment in the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke’s</span> <i>Palace</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Godso’, gentlemen, what do we forget?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i> What?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Are not we all enjoined as this day.&mdash;Thursday
is’t not? Ay, as this day to be at the linen-draper’s
house at dinner?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Signor Candido, the patient man.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Afore Jove, true, upon this day he’s married.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> I wonder, that being so stung with a wasp before,
he dares venture again to come about the eaves amongst
bees.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Oh ’tis rare sucking a sweet honey comb! pray<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>
Heaven his old wife be buried deep enough, that she rise
not up to call for her dance! The poor fiddlers’ instruments
would crack for it, she’d tickle them. At any hand
let’s try what mettle is in his new bride; if there be
none, we’ll put in some. Troth, it’s a very noble citizen, I
pity he should marry again; I’ll walk along, for it is a
good old fellow.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> I warrant the wives of Milan would give any
fellow twenty thousand ducats, that could but have the
face to beg of the duke, that all the citizens in Milan
might be bound to the peace of patience, as the linen-draper
is.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Oh, fie upon’t! ’twould undo all us that are courtiers,
we should have no whoop! with the wenches then.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<p><i>Car.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i> My lord’s come.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> How now, what news?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i> None.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Your lady is with the duke, her father.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> And we’ll to them both presently&mdash;</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando Friscobaldo</span>.</p>


<p>Who’s that!</p>

<p><i>Car.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i> Signor Friscobaldo.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Friscobaldo, oh! pray call him, and leave me, we
two have business.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Ho Signor! Signor Friscobaldo! The Lord
Hippolito.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Friscobaldo</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> My noble lord: my Lord Hippolito! the duke’s
son! his brave daughter’s brave husband! how does your
honoured lordship! does your nobility remember so poor a
gentleman as Signor Orlando Friscobaldo! old mad
Orlando!</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Oh, sir, our friends! they ought to be unto us as
our jewels, as dearly valued, being locked up, and
unseen, as when we wear them in our hands. I see,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
Friscobaldo, age hath not command of your blood, for
all Time’s sickle has gone over you, you are Orlando still.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Why, my lord, are not the fields mown and cut
down, and stripped bare, and yet wear they not pied
coats again? Though my head be like a leek, white,
may not my heart be like the blade, green?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Scarce can I read the stories on your brow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which age hath writ there; you look youthful still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I eat snakes,<a name="FNanchor_236_236" id="FNanchor_236_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a> my lord, I eat snakes.<br /></span>
</div>

<p>My heart shall never have a wrinkle in it, so long as I
can cry “Hem,” with a clear voice.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> You are the happier man, sir.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Happy man? I’ll give you, my lord, the true
picture of a happy man; I was turning leaves over this
morning, and found it; an excellent Italian painter drew
it; if I have it in the right colours, I’ll bestow it on your
lordship.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I stay for it.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> He that makes gold his wife, but not his whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that at noon-day walks by a prison door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that i’th’ sun is neither beam nor mote,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that’s not mad after a petticoat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He for whom poor men’s curses dig no grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that is neither lord’s nor lawyer’s slave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that makes this his sea, and that his shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that in’s coffin is richer than before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that counts youth his sword, and age his staff,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He whose right hand carves his own epitaph,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that upon his deathbed is a swan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dead, no crow&mdash;he is a happy man.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> It’s very well; I thank you for this picture.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> After this picture, my lord, do I strive to have
my face drawn: for I am not covetous, am not in debt;
sit neither at the duke’s side, nor lie at his feet. Wenching
and I have done; no man I wrong, no man I fear, no
man I fee; I take heed how far I walk, because I know<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
yonder’s my home; I would not die like a rich man, to
carry nothing away save a winding sheet: but like a good
man, to leave Orlando behind me. I sowed leaves in my
youth, and I reap now books in my age. I fill this hand,
and empty this; and when the bell shall toll for me, if I
prove a swan, and go singing to my nest, why so! If a
crow! throw me out for carrion, and pick out mine eyes.
May not old Friscobaldo, my lord, be merry now! ha?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> You may; would I were partner in your mirth.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I have a little, have all things. I have nothing;
I have no wife, I have no child, have no chick; and why
should not I be in my jocundare?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Is your wife then departed?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> She’s an old dweller in those high countries, yet
not from me. Here, she’s here: but before me, when a
knave and a quean are married, they commonly walk like
serjeants together: but a good couple are seldom parted.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> You had a daughter too, sir, had you not?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> O my lord! this old tree had one branch, and but
one branch growing out of it. It was young, it was fair,
it was straight; I pruned it daily, dressed it carefully,
kept it from the wind, helped it to the sun, yet for all my
skill in planting, it grew crooked, it bore crabs; I hewed
it down; what’s become of it, I neither know, nor care.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Then I can tell you what’s become of it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That branch is withered.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> So ’twas long ago.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Her name I think was Bellafront, she’s dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Ha? dead?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yes; what of her was left, not worth the keeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even in my sight was thrown into a grave.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Dead! my last and best peace go with her! I
see Death’s a good trencherman, he can eat coarse
homely meat, as well as the daintiest.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Why, Friscobaldo, was she homely?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> O my lord! a strumpet is one of the devil’s vines;
all the sins, like so many poles, are stuck upright out of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
hell, to be her props, that she may spread upon them.
And when she’s ripe, every slave has a pull at her, then
must she be pressed. The young beautiful grape sets the
teeth of lust on edge, yet to taste that liquorish wine, is to
drink a man’s own damnation. Is she dead?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> She’s turned to earth.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Would she were turned to Heaven! Umph, is she
dead? I am glad the world has lost one of his idols; no
whoremonger will at midnight beat at the doors. In her
grave sleep all my shame, and her own; and all my
sorrows, and all her sins!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’m glad you’re wax, not marble; you are made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of man’s best temper; there are now good hopes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That all these heaps of ice about your heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which a father’s love was frozen up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are thawed in these sweet showers, fetched from your eyes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She is not dead, but lives under worse fate;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think she’s poor; and more to clip her wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her husband at this hour lies in the jail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For killing of a man. To save his blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Join all your force with mine: mine shall be shown:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The getting of his life preserves your own.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> In my daughter, you will say! does she live then?
I am sorry I wasted tears upon a harlot; but the best is
I have a handkercher to drink them up, soap can wash
them all out again. Is she poor?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Trust me, I think she is.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Then she’s a right strumpet; I ne’er knew any of
their trade rich two years together; sieves can hold no
water, nor harlots hoard up money; they have too many
vents, too many sluices to let it out; taverns, tailors,
bawds, panders, fiddlers, swaggerers, fools and knaves do
all wait upon a common harlot’s trencher: she is the gallipot
to which these drones fly, not for love to the pot,
but for the sweet sucket<a name="FNanchor_237_237" id="FNanchor_237_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a> within it, her money, her money.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I almost dare pawn my word, her bosom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gives warmth to no such snakes. When did you see her?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Not seventeen summers.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Is your hate so old?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Older; it has a white head, and shall never die
till she be buried: her wrongs shall be my bedfellow.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Work yet his life, since in it lives her fame.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> No, let him hang, and half her infamy departs
out of the world: I hate him for her; he taught her first
to taste poison; I hate her for herself, because she
refused my physic.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Nay, but Friscobaldo!&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I detest her, I defy<a name="FNanchor_238_238" id="FNanchor_238_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_238_238" class="fnanchor">[238]</a> both, she’s not mine,
she’s&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Hear her but speak.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I love no mermaids, I’ll not be caught with a
quail-pipe.<a name="FNanchor_239_239" id="FNanchor_239_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> You’re now beyond all reason.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I am then a beast. Sir, I had rather be a beast,
and not dishonour my creation, than be a doting father,
and like Time, be the destruction of mine own
brood.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Is’t dotage to relieve your child, being poor?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Is’t fit for an old man to keep a whore?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> ’Tis charity too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> ’Tis foolery; relieve her!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were her cold limbs stretched out upon a bier,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would not sell this dirt under my nails<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To buy her an hour’s breath, nor give this hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unless it were to choke her.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Fare you well, for I’ll trouble you no more.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> And fare you well, sir. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.] Go
thy ways; we have few lords of thy making, that love
wenches for their honesty. ’Las my girl! art thou
poor? poverty dwells next door to despair, there’s
but a wall between them; despair is one of hell’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
catch-poles; and lest that devil arrest her, I’ll to
her. Yet she shall not know me; she shall drink
of my wealth, as beggars do of running water, freely,
yet never know from what fountain’s head it flows.
Shall a silly bird pick her own breast to nourish her young
ones, and can a father see his child starve? That were
hard; the pelican does it, and shall not I? Yes, I will
victual the camp for her, but it shall be by some stratagem.
That knave there, her husband, will be hanged, I fear;
I’ll keep his neck out of the noose if I can, he shall not
know how.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter two <span class="antiqua">Serving-men</span>.</i></p>


<p>How now, knaves? whither wander you?</p>

<p><i>1st Ser.</i> To seek your worship.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Stay, which of you has my purse? what money
have you about you?</p>

<p><i>2nd Ser.</i> Some fifteen or sixteen pounds, sir.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Give it me.&mdash;[<i>Takes purse.</i>]&mdash;I think I have some
gold about me; yes, it’s well. Leave my lodging at
court, and get you home. Come, sir, though I never
turned any man out of doors, yet I’ll be so bold as to
pull your coat over your ears.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>puts on the coat of <span class="antiqua">1st Serving-man</span>,
and gives him in exchange his cloak</i>.</p>

<p><i>1st Ser.</i> What do you mean to do, sir?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Hold thy tongue, knave, take thou my cloak. I
hope I play not the paltry merchant in this bart’ring; bid
the steward of my house sleep with open eyes in my
absence, and to look to all things. Whatsoever I command
by letters to be done by you, see it done. So, does
it sit well?</p>

<p><i>2nd Ser.</i> As if it were made for your worship.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> You proud varlets, you need not be ashamed to
wear blue,<a name="FNanchor_240_240" id="FNanchor_240_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a> when your master is one of your fellows.
Away! do not see me.</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> This is excellent.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">Serving-men</span>.</i></span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Orl.</i> I should put on a worse suit, too; perhaps I
will. My vizard is on; now to this masque. Say I should
shave off this honour of an old man, or tie it up shorter.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Well, I will spoil a good face for once.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My beard being off, how should I look? even like<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A winter cuckoo, or unfeathered owl;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet better lose this hair, than lose her soul.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt207.png" width="400" height="49" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>House</i>. <span class="smcap">Candido</span>,
<i>the <span class="antiqua">Bride</span> and <span class="antiqua">Guests</span> discovered at dinner; <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span>
waiting on them</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cand.</i> O gentlemen, so late, you are very welcome,
pray sit down.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Carolo, did’st e’er see such a nest of caps?<a name="FNanchor_241_241" id="FNanchor_241_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a></p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Methinks it’s a most civil and most comely sight.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What does he i’th’ middle look like?</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Troth, like a spire steeple in a country village
overpeering so many thatched houses.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> It’s rather a long pike-staff against so many
bucklers without pikes;<a name="FNanchor_242_242" id="FNanchor_242_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a> they sit for all the world like a
pair of organs, and he’s the tall great roaring pipe i’ th’
midst.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> What’s that you laugh at, signors?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Troth, shall I tell you, and aloud I’ll tell it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We laugh to see, yet laugh we not in scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amongst so many caps that long hat worn.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>1st Guest.</i> Mine is as tall a felt as any is this day in
Milan, and therefore I love it, for the block<a name="FNanchor_243_243" id="FNanchor_243_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a> was cleft out
for my head, and fits me to a hair.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Indeed you’re good observers; it shows strange:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But gentlemen, I pray neither contemn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet deride a civil ornament;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I could build so much in the round cap’s praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That ’bove this high roof, I this flat would raise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Prithee, sweet bridegroom, do’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> So all these guests will pardon me, I’ll do’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Guests.</i> With all our hearts.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Thus, then, in the cap’s honour.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To every sex, and state, both nature, time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The country’s laws, yea, and the very clime<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do allot distinct habits; the spruce courtier<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jets<a name="FNanchor_244_244" id="FNanchor_244_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a> up and down in silk: the warrior<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Marches in buff, the clown plods on in gray:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But for these upper garments thus I say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The seaman has his cap, pared without brim;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gallant’s head is feathered, that fits him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The soldier has his morion, women ha’ tires;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beasts have their head-pieces, and men ha’ theirs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Proceed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Each degree has his fashion, it’s fit then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One should be laid by for the citizen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that’s the cap which you see swells not high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For caps are emblems of humility.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is a citizen’s badge, and first was worn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By th’ Romans; for when any bondman’s turn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Came to be made a freeman, thus ’twas said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He to the cap was called, that is, was made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Rome a freeman; but was first close shorn:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so a citizen’s hair is still short worn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> That close shaving made barbers a company,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now every citizen uses it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Of geometric figures the most rare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And perfect’st, are the circle and the square;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The city and the school much build upon<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>
<span class="i0">These figures, for both love proportion.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The city-cap is round, the scholar’s square,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To show that government and learning are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The perfect’st limbs i’ th’ body of a state:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For without them, all’s disproportionate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If the cap had no honour, this might rear it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The reverend fathers of the law do wear it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It’s light for summer, and in cold it sits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Close to the skull, a warm house for the wits;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It shows the whole face boldly, ’tis not made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if a man to look on’t were afraid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor like a draper’s shop with broad dark shed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he’s no citizen that hides his head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Flat caps as proper are to city gowns,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As to armours helmets, or to kings their crowns.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let then the city-cap by none be scorned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since with it princes’ heads have been adorned.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If more the round cap’s honour you would know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How would this long gown with this steeple<a name="FNanchor_245_245" id="FNanchor_245_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a> show?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Ha, ha, ha! most vile, most ugly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Pray, signor, pardon me, ’twas done in jest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> A cup of claret wine there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Pren.</i> Wine? yes, forsooth, wine for the bride.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> You ha’ well set out the cap, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Nay, that’s flat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> A health!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Since his cap’s round, that shall go round. Be bare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For in the cap’s praise all of you have share.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>They bare their heads and drink. As <span class="antiqua">1st
Prentice</span> offers the wine to the <span class="antiqua">Bride</span>, she
hits him on the lips, breaking the glass.</i></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bride’s at cuffs.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Oh, peace, I pray thee, thus far off I stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I spied the error of my servants;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She called for claret, and you filled out sack;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That cup give me, ’tis for an old man’s back,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not for hers. Indeed, ’twas but mistaken;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ask all these else.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Guests.</i> No faith, ’twas but mistaken.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Pren.</i> Nay, she took it right enough.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Good Luke, reach her that glass of claret.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here mistress bride, pledge me there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Now I’ll none.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> How now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Look what your mistress ails.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> Nothing, sir, but about filling a wrong glass,&mdash;a
scurvy trick.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I pray you, hold your tongue.&mdash;My servant there
tells me she is not well.</p>

<p><i>Guests.</i> Step to her, step to her.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> A word with you: do ye hear? This wench,
your new wife, will take you down in your wedding shoes,
unless you hang her up in her wedding garters.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> How, hang her in her garters?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Will you be a tame pigeon still? Shall your back
be like a tortoise shell, to let carts go over it, yet not to
break? This she-cat will have more lives than your last
puss had, and will scratch worse, and mouse you worse:
look to’t.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> What would you have me do, sir?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What would I have you do? Swear, swagger,
brawl, fling! for fighting it’s no matter, we ha’ had knocking
pusses enow already; you know, that a woman was
made of the rib of a man, and that rib was crooked. The
moral of which is, that a man must, from his beginning
be crooked to his wife; be you like an orange to her, let
her cut you never so fair, be you sour as vinegar. Will
you be ruled by me?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> In any thing that’s civil, honest, and just.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Have you ever a prentice’s suit will fit me?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I have the very same which myself wore.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> I’ll send my man for’t within this half hour, and
within this two hour I’ll be your prentice. The hen shall
not overcrow the cock; I’ll sharpen your spurs.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> It will be but some jest, sir?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Only a jest: farewell, come, Carolo.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Guests.</i> We’ll take our leaves, sir, too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Pray conceit not ill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my wife’s sudden rising. This young knight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Lodovico, is deep seen in physic,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he tells me, the disease called the mother,<a name="FNanchor_246_246" id="FNanchor_246_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hangs on my wife, it is a vehement heaving<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And beating of the stomach, and that swelling<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did with the pain thereof cramp up her arm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hit his lips, and brake the glass,&mdash;no harm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It was no harm!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Guests.</i> No, signor, none at all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> The straightest arrow may fly wide by chance.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But come, we’ll close this brawl up in some dance.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>



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<img src="images/zillt212a.png" width="400" height="93" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE SECOND.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt212b.png" width="126" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Bell.</span> O my sweet husband! wert thou
in thy grave and art alive again? Oh
welcome, welcome!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Dost know me? my cloak,
prithee, lay’t up. Yes, faith, my winding-sheet
was taken out of lavender, to
be stuck with rosemary<a name="FNanchor_247_247" id="FNanchor_247_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a>: I lacked but
the knot here, or here; yet if I had had it, I should ha’
made a wry mouth at the world like a plaice<a name="FNanchor_248_248" id="FNanchor_248_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a>: but sweetest
villain, I am here now and I will talk with thee soon.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> And glad am I thou art here.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Did these heels caper in shackles? Ah! my little
plump rogue. I’ll bear up for all this, and fly high. <i>Catso
catso.</i><a name="FNanchor_249_249" id="FNanchor_249_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> What sayest, what sayest? O brave fresh air!
a pox on these grates and gingling of keys, and rattling of
iron. I’ll bear up, I’ll fly high, wench, hang toff.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Matheo, prithee, make thy prison thy glass,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in it view the wrinkles, and the scars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which thou wert disfigured; viewing them, mend them.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I’ll go visit all the mad rogues now, and the good
roaring boys.<a name="FNanchor_250_250" id="FNanchor_250_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Thou dost not hear me?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Yes, faith, do I.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Thou has been in the hands of misery, and ta’en
strong physic; prithee now be sound.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Yes. ’Sfoot, I wonder how the inside of a tavern
looks now. Oh, when shall I bizzle, bizzle?<a name="FNanchor_251_251" id="FNanchor_251_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nay, see, thou’rt thirsty still for poison! Come,
I will not have thee swagger.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Honest ape’s face!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> ’Tis that sharpened an axe to cut thy throat.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good love, I would not have thee sell thy substance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And time, worth all, in those damned shops of hell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those dicing houses, that stand never well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when they stand most ill; that four-squared sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has almost lodged us in the beggar’s inn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, to speak which even my soul does grieve,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sort of ravens have hung upon thy sleeve,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fed upon thee: good Mat, if you please,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scorn to spread wing amongst so base as these;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By them thy fame is speckled, yet it shows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clear amongst them; so crows are fair with crows.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Custom in sin, gives sin a lovely dye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blackness in Moors is no deformity.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Bellafront, Bellafront, I protest to thee, I swear,
as I hope for my soul, I will turn over a new leaf. The
prison I confess has bit me; the best man that sails in
such a ship, may be lousy.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Knocking within.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> One knocks at door.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I’ll be the porter: they shall see a jail cannot
hold a brave spirit, I’ll fly high.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> How wild is his behaviour! Oh, I fear<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He’s spoiled by prison, he’s half damned comes there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I must sit all storms: when a full sail<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His fortunes spread, he loved me: being now poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll beg for him, and no wife can do more.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>disguised as a
<span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Come in, pray! would you speak with me, sir?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Is your name Signor Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> My name is Signor Matheo.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Is this gentlewoman your wife, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> This gentlewoman is my wife, sir.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> The Destinies spin a strong and even thread of
both your loves!&mdash;The mother’s own face, I ha’ not
forgot that. [<i>Aside.</i>] I’m an old man, sir, and am troubled
with a whoreson salt rheum, that I cannot hold my water.&mdash;Gentlewoman,
the last man I served was your father.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> My father? any tongue that sounds his name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Speaks music to me; welcome, good old man!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How does my father? lives he? has he health?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How does my father?&mdash;I so much do shame him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So much do wound him, that I scarce dare name him.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I can speak no more.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How now, old lad, what dost cry?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> The rheum still, sir, nothing else; I should be
well seasoned, for mine eyes lie in brine. Look you, sir,
I have a suit to you.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> What is’t, my little white-pate?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Troth, sir, I have a mind to serve your worship.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> To serve me? Troth, my friend, my fortunes
are, as a man may say&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Nay, look you, sir, I know, when all sins are old
in us, and go upon crutches, that covetousness does but
then lie in her cradle; ’tis not so with me. Lechery loves
to dwell in the fairest lodging, and covetousness in the
oldest buildings, that are ready to fall: but my white<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>
head, sir, is no inn for such a gossip. If a serving-man at
my years, that has sailed about the world, be not stored
with biscuit enough to serve him the voyage out of his
life, and to bring him East home, ill pity but all his days
should be fasting days. I care not so much for wages, for
I have scraped a handful of gold together. I have a
little money, sir, which I would put into your worship’s
hands, not so much to make it more&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> No, no, you say well, thou sayest well; but I
must tell you,&mdash;how much is the money, sayest thou?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> About twenty pound, sir.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Twenty pound? Let me see: that shall bring
thee in, after ten <i>per centum per annum</i>.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> No, no, no, sir, no: I cannot abide to have
money engender: fie upon this silver lechery, fie; if I may
have meat to my mouth, and rags to my back, and a flock-bed
to snort upon when I die, the longer liver take all.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> A good old boy, i’faith! If thou servest me,
thou shall eat as <i>I</i> eat, drink as <i>I</i> drink, lie as <i>I</i> lie, and
ride as <i>I</i> ride.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> That’s if you have money to hire horses.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Front, what dost thou think on’t? This good
old lad here shall serve me.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Alas, Matheo, wilt thou load a back<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is already broke?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Peace, pox on you, peace. There’s a trick in’t,
I fly high, it shall be so, Front, as I tell you: give me
thy hand, thou shalt serve me i’faith: welcome: as for
your money&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Nay, look you, sir, I have it here.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pish, keep it thyself, man, and then thou’rt sure
’tis safe.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Safe! an’ twere ten thousand ducats, your worship
should be my cash-keeper; I have heard what your
worship is, an excellent dunghill cock, to scatter all
abroad; but I’ll venture twenty pounds on’s head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives money to</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And didst thou serve my worshipful father-in-law,
Signor Orlando Friscobaldo, that madman, once?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I served him so long, till he turned me out of
doors.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> It’s a notable chuff<a name="FNanchor_252_252" id="FNanchor_252_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a>: I ha’ not seen him many a
day.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> No matter an you ne’er see him; it’s an arrant
grandee, a churl, and as damned a cut-throat.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Thou villain, curb thy tongue! thou art a Judas,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sell thy master’s name to slander thus.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Away, ass! He speaks but truth, thy father is a&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Gentleman.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And an old knave. There’s more deceit in him
than in sixteen ’pothecaries: it’s a devil; thou mayest
beg, starve, hang, damn! does he send thee so much as
a cheese?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Or so much as a gammon of bacon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’ll give it his dogs first.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> A jail, a jail.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> A Jew, a Jew, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> A dog!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> An English mastiff, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Pox rot out his old stinking garbage!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Art not ashamed to strike an absent man thus?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art not ashamed to let this vile dog bark,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bite my father thus? I’ll not endure it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of my doors, base slave!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Your doors? a vengeance! I shall live to cut
that old rogue’s throat, for all you take his part thus.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> He shall live to see thee hanged first.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> God’s-so, my lord, your lordship is most welcome,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m proud of this, my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Was bold to see you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is that your wife?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Mat.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I’ll borrow her lip.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kisses</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> With all my heart, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Who’s this, I pray, sir.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> My Lord Hippolito: what’s thy name?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Pacheco.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pacheco, fine name; thou seest, Pacheco, I keep
company with no scoundrels, nor base fellows.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Came not my footman to you?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, my lord.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I sent by him a diamond and a letter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did you receive them?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Yes, my lord, I did.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Read you the letter?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> O’er and o’er ’tis read.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> And, faith, your answer?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Now the time’s not fit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You see, my husband’s here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’ll now then leave you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And choose mine hour; but ere I part away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hark you, remember I must have no nay&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Matheo, I will leave you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> A glass of wine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Not now, I’ll visit you at other times.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re come off well, then?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Excellent well. I thank your lordship: I owe
you my life, my lord; and will pay my best blood in any
service of yours.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I’ll take no such dear payment. Hark you,
Matheo, I know the prison is a gulf. If money run low
with you, my purse is your’s: call for it.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Faith, my lord, I thank my stars, they send me
down some; I cannot sink, so long these bladders
hold.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I will not see your fortunes ebb, pray, try.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To starve in full barns were fond<a name="FNanchor_253_253" id="FNanchor_253_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a> modesty.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Mat.</i> Open the door, sirrah.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Drink this, and anon, I pray thee, give thy
mistress this.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Gives to</i> <span class="smcap">Friscobaldo</span>, <i>who opens the door, first
money, then a purse, and exit</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> O noble spirit, if no worse guests here dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My blue coat sits on my old shoulders well.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> The only royal fellow, he’s bounteous as the
Indies, what’s that he said to thee, Bellafront?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Nothing.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I prithee, good girl?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Why, I tell you, nothing.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Nothing? it’s well: tricks! that I must be beholden
to a scald hot-livered goatish gallant, to stand with
my cap in my hand, and vail bonnet, when I ha’ spread
as lofty sails as himself. Would I had been hanged.
Nothing? Pacheco, brush my cloak.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Where is’t, sir?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Come, we’ll fly high.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing? There is a whore still in thy eye.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> My twenty pounds fly high, O wretched woman!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This varlet’s able to make Lucrece common.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">How now, mistress? has my master dyed you into this sad colour?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Fellow, begone I pray thee; if thy tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Itch after talk so much, seek out thy master.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’rt a fit instrument for him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Zounds, I hope he will not play upon me!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Play on thee? no, you two will fly together,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because you’re roving arrows of one feather.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would thou wouldst leave my house, thou ne’er shalt please me!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weave thy nets ne’er so high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt be but a spider in mine eye.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’rt rank with poison, poison tempered well<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is food for health; but thy black tongue doth swell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With venom, to hurt him that gave thee bread:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To wrong men absent, is to spurn the dead.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so did’st thou my master, and my father.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> You have small reason to take his part; for I
have heard him say five hundred times, you were as
arrant a whore as ever stiffened tiffany neckcloths in
water-starch upon a Saturday i’ th’ afternoon.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Let him say worse, when for the earth’s offence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hot vengeance through the marble clouds is driven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is’t fit earth shoot again those darts at heaven?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> And so if your father call you whore you’ll not
call him old knave:&mdash;Friscobaldo, she carries thy mind
up and down; she’s thine own flesh, blood, and bone.
[<i>Aside</i>] Troth, mistress, to tell you true, the fireworks
that ran from me upon lines against my good old master,
your father, were but to try how my young master,
your husband, loved such squibs: but it’s well known, I
love your father as myself; I’ll ride for him at mid-night,
run for you by owl-light; I’ll die for him, drudge for you;
I’ll fly low, and I’ll fly high, as my master says, to do you
good, if you’ll forgive me.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I am not made of marble; I forgive thee.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Nay, if you were made of marble, a good stone-cutter
might cut you. I hope the twenty pound I
delivered to my master, is in a sure hand.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> In a sure hand, I warrant thee, for spending.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I see my young master is a mad-cap, and a <i>bonus
socius</i>. I love him well, mistress: yet as well as I love
him, I’ll not play the knave with you; look you, I could
cheat you of this purse full of money; but I am an old
lad, and I scorn to cony-catch<a name="FNanchor_254_254" id="FNanchor_254_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a>: yet I ha’ been dog at
a cony in my time.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives purse.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> A purse? where hadst it?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> The gentleman that went away, whispered in
mine ear, and charged me to give it you.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> The Lord Hippolito?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Yes, if he be a lord, he gave it me.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Bell.</i> ’Tis all gold.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> ’Tis like so: it may be, he thinks you want
money, and therefore bestows his alms bravely, like a
lord.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> He thinks a silver net can catch the poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s bait to choke a nun, and turn her whore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wilt thou be honest to me?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> As your nails to your fingers, which I think never
deceived you.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Thou to this lord shalt go, commend me to him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell him this, the town has held out long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because within ’twas rather true than strong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sell it now were base; Say ’tis no hold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Built of weak stuff, to be blown up with gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall believe thee by this token, or this;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If not, by this.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Giving purse, ring and letters.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Is this all?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> This is all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Mine own girl still!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> A star may shoot, not fall.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> A star? nay, thou art more than the moon, for
thou hast neither changing quarters, nor a man standing
in thy circle with a bush of thorns. Is’t possible the
Lord Hippolito, whose face is as civil as the outside of a
dedicatory book, should be a muttonmonger?<a name="FNanchor_255_255" id="FNanchor_255_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a> A poor
man has but one ewe, and this grandee sheep-biter leaves
whole flocks of fat wethers, whom he may knock down,
to devour this. I’ll trust neither lord nor butcher with
quick flesh for this trick; the cuckoo, I see now, sings
all the year, though every man cannot hear him; but I’ll
spoil his notes. Can neither love-letters, nor the devil’s
common pick-locks, gold, nor precious stones make my
girl draw up her percullis?<a name="FNanchor_256_256" id="FNanchor_256_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a> Hold out still, wench.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">All are not bawds, I see now, that keep doors,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor all good wenches that are marked for whores.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p>
<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>Before</i> <span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>Shop</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span> <i>disguised as a <span class="antiqua">Prentice</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Come, come, come, what do ye lack, sir? what
do ye lack, sir? what is’t ye lack, sir? Is not my worship
well suited? did you ever see a gentleman better
disguised?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Never, believe me, signor.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Yes, but when he has been drunk. There be
prentices would make mad gallants, for they would spend
all, and drink, and whore, and so forth; and I see we
gallants could make mad prentices. How does thy wife
like me? Nay, I must not be so saucy, then I spoil all:
pray you how does my mistress like me?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Well; for she takes you for a very simple fellow.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> And they that are taken for such are commonly
the arrantest knaves: but to our comedy, come.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I shall not act it; chide, you say, and fret,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And grow impatient: I shall never do’t.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> ’Sblood, cannot you do as all the world does,
counterfeit?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Were I a painter, that should live by drawing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing but pictures of an angry man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should not earn my colours; I cannot do’t.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Remember you’re a linen-draper, and that if you
give your wife a yard, she’ll take an ell: give her not
therefore a quarter of your yard, not a nail.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Say I should turn to ice, and nip her love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now ’tis but in the bud.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Well, say she’s nipt.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> It will so overcharge her heart with grief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That like a cannon, when her sighs go off,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She in her duty either will recoil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or break in pieces and so die: her death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By my unkindness might be counted murder.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Die? never, never. I do not bid you beat her,
nor give her black eyes, nor pinch her sides; but cross<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>
her humours. Are not baker’s arms the scales of justice?
yet is not their bread light? and may not you, I pray,
bridle her with a sharp bit, yet ride her gently?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Well, I will try your pills,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do you your faithful service, and be ready<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still at a pinch to help me in this part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or else I shall be out clean.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Come, come, I’ll prompt you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I’ll call her forth now, shall I?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Do, do, bravely.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Luke, I pray, bid your mistress to come hither.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Luke, I pray, bid your mistress to come hither.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Sirrah, bid my wife come to me: why, when?<a name="FNanchor_257_257" id="FNanchor_257_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Pren.</i> [<i>Within</i>] Presently, sir, she comes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> La, you, there’s the echo! she comes.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Bride</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> What is your pleasure with me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Marry, wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have intent; and you see this stripling here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He bears good will and liking to my trade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And means to deal in linen.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Yes, indeed, sir, I would deal in linen, if my
mistress like me so well as I like her.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I hope to find him honest, pray; good wife, look
that his bed and chamber be made ready.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> You’re best to let him hire me for his maid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I look to his bed? look to’t yourself.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Even so?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I swear to you a great oath&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Swear, cry Zounds!&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I will not&mdash;go to, wife&mdash;I will not&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> That your great oath?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Swallow these gudgeons!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Well said!</p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> Then fast, then you may choose.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> You know at table<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What tricks you played, swaggered, broke glasses, fie!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fie, fie, fie! and now before my prentice here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You make an ass of me, thou&mdash;what shall I call thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Even what you will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Call her arrant whore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Oh fie, by no means! then she’ll call me cuckold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sirrah, go look to th’ shop. How does this show?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Excellent well&mdash;I’ll go look to the shop, sir.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fine cambrics, lawns; what do you lack?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Goes into the shop.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> A curst cow’s milk I ha’ drunk once before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’twas so rank in taste, I’ll drink no more.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wife, I’ll tame you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> You may, sir, if you can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But at a wrestling I have seen a fellow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Limbed like an ox, thrown by a little man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> And so you’ll throw me?&mdash;Reach me, knaves, a yard!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> A yard for my master.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<span class="smcap">Lodovico</span> <i>returns from the shop with a yard-wand
and followed by <span class="antiqua">Prentices</span></i>.</p>

<p><i>1st Pren.</i> My master is grown valiant.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I’ll teach you fencing tricks.</p>

<p><i>Prentices.</i> Rare, rare! a prize!<a name="FNanchor_258_258" id="FNanchor_258_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What will you do, sir?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Marry, my good prentice, nothing but breathe
my wife.</p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> Breathe me with your yard?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> No, he’ll but measure you out, forsooth.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Since you’ll needs fence, handle your weapon well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For if you take a yard, I’ll take an ell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reach me an ell!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> An ell for my mistress!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Brings an ell wand from the shop.</i></span>
Keep the laws of the noble science, sir, and measure
weapons with her; your yard is a plain heathenish
weapon; ’tis too short, she may give you a handful, and
yet you’ll not reach her.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Yet I ha’ the longer arm.&mdash;Come fall to’t roundly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And spare not me, wife, for I’ll lay’t on soundly:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If o’er husbands their wives will needs be masters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We men will have a law to win’t at wasters.<a name="FNanchor_259_259" id="FNanchor_259_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> ’Tis for the breeches, is’t not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> For the breeches!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Husband, I’m for you, I’ll not strike in jest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Nor I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> But will you sign to one request?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> What’s that?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Let me give the first blow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> The first blow, wife? shall I?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Let her ha’t:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If she strike hard, in to her, and break her pate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> A bargain: strike!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bride.</i> Then guard you from this blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I play all at legs, but ’tis thus low.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold, I’m such a cunning fencer grown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I keep my ground, yet down I will be thrown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the least blow you give me: I disdain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wife that is her husband’s sovereign.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She that upon your pillow first did rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They say, the breeches wore, which I detest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tax which she imposed on you, I abate you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If me you make your master, I shall hate you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The world shall judge who offers fairest play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You win the breeches, but I win the day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Thou win’st the day indeed, give me thy hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll challenge thee no more: my patient breast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Played thus the rebel, only for a jest:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s the rank rider, that breaks colts; ’tis he<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can tame the mad folks, and curst wives easily.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Bride.</i> Who? your man?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> My man? my master, though his head be bare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he’s so courteous, he’ll put off his hair.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Nay, if your service be so hot a man cannot keep
his hair on, I’ll serve you no longer.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes off his false hair.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> Is this your schoolmaster?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Yes, faith, wench, I taught him to take thee
down: I hope thou canst take him down without
teaching;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You ha’ got the conquest, and you both are friends.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Bear witness else.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> My prenticeship then ends.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> For the good service you to me have done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I give you all your years.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> I thank you, master.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll kiss my mistress now, that she may say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My man was bound, and free all in one day.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>An Apartment in</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>disguised as a
<span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt226b.png" width="129" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi"><span class="smcap">Inf.</span> From whom sayst thou?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> From a poor gentlewoman,
madam, whom I serve.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> And what’s your business?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> This madam: my poor mistress
has a waste piece of ground, which is
her own by inheritance, and left to her by her mother.
There’s a lord now that goes about not to take it clean
from her, but to enclose it to himself, and to join it to a
piece of his lordship’s.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> What would she have me do in this?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> No more, madam, but what one woman should
do for another in such a case. My honourable lord
your husband, would do any thing in her behalf, but she
had rather put herself into your hands, because you, a
woman, may do more with the duke, your father.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Where lies this land?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Within a stone’s cast of this place; my mistress,
I think, would be content to let him enjoy it after her
decease, if that would serve his turn, so my master
would yield too; but she cannot abide to hear that the
lord should meddle with it in her lifetime.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Is she then married? why stirs not her husband
in it?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Her husband stirs in it underhand: but because
the other is a great rich man, my master is loath to be
seen in it too much.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Let her in writing draw the cause at large:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I will move the duke.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> ’Tis set down, madam, here in black and white
already: work it so madam, that she may keep her own
without disturbance, grievance, molestation, or meddling
of any other; and she bestows this purse of gold on
your ladyship.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Old man, I’ll plead for her, but take no fees:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give lawyers them, I swim not in that flood;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll touch no gold, till I have done her good.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I would all proctors’ clerks were of your mind, I
should law more amongst them than I do then; here,
madam, is the survey, not only of the manor itself, but of
the grange-house, with every meadow, pasture, plough-land,
cony-burrow, fish-pond, hedge, ditch, and bush, that
stands in it.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives a letter.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> My husband’s name, and hand and seal at arms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a love letter? Where hadst thou this writing?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> From the foresaid party, madam, that would keep
the foresaid land out of the foresaid lord’s fingers.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> My lord turned ranger now?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> You’re a good huntress, lady; you ha’ found your
game already: your lord would fain be a ranger, but my
mistress requests you to let him run a course in your own
park. If you’ll not do’t for love, then do’t for money!
she has no white money, but there’s gold; or else she
prays you to ring him by this token, and so you shall be
sure his nose will not be rooting other men’s pastures.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives purse and ring.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> This very purse was woven with mine own hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This diamond on that very night, when he<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untied my virgin girdle, gave I him:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And must a common harlot share in mine?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old man, to quit thy pains, take thou the gold.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Not I, madam, old serving-men want no money.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Cupid himself was sure his secretary;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These lines are even the arrows love let flies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The very ink dropt out of Venus’ eyes.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I do not think, madam, but he fetched off some
poet or other for those lines, for they are parlous hawks
to fly at wenches.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Here’s honied poison! To me he ne’er thus writ;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But lust can set a double edge on wit.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Nay, that’s true, madam, a wench will whet any
thing, if it be not too dull.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Oaths, promises, preferments, jewels, gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What snares should break, if all these cannot hold?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What creature is thy mistress?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> One of those creatures that are contrary to man;
a woman.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> What manner of woman?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> A little tiny woman, lower than your ladyship by
head and shoulders, but as mad a wench as ever unlaced
a petticoat: these things should I indeed have delivered
to my lord, your husband.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> They are delivered better: why should she<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send back these things?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> ’Ware, ’ware, there’s knavery.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Strumpets, like cheating gamesters, will not win<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At first: these are but baits to draw him in.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How might I learn his hunting hours?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> The Irish footman can tell you all his hunting
hours, the park he hunts in, the doe he would strike;
that Irish shackatory<a name="FNanchor_260_260" id="FNanchor_260_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a> beats the bush for him, and knows
all; he brought that letter, and that ring; he is the carrier.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Knowest thou what other gifts have passed between
them?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Little Saint Patrick knows all.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Inf.</i> Him I’ll examine presently.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Not whilst I am here, sweet madam.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Be gone then, and what lies in me command.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>.</span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> How much cost those satins,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cloth of silver, which my husband sent by you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a low gentlewoman yonder?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Faat satins? faat silvers, faat low gentlefolks?
dow pratest dow knowest not what, i’faat, la.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> She there, to whom you carried letters.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> By dis hand and bod dow saist true, if I did so,
oh how? I know not a letter a’ de book i’faat, la.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Did your lord never send you with a ring, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set with a diamond?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Never, sa <i>crees</i><a name="FNanchor_261_261" id="FNanchor_261_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a> fa’ me, never! he may run at a
towsand rings i’faat, and I never hold his stirrup, till he
leap into de saddle. By Saint Patrick, madam, I never
touch my lord’s diamond, nor ever had to do, i’faat, la,
with any of his precious stones.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>.</p>


<p><i>Inf.</i> Are you so close, you bawd, you pandering slave?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Strikes</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> How now? why, Infelice; what’s your quarrel?</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Out of my sight, base varlet! get thee gone.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Away, you rogue!</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> <i>Slawne loot</i>,<a name="FNanchor_262_262" id="FNanchor_262_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a> fare de well, fare de well. <i>Ah
marragh frofat boddah breen!</i><a name="FNanchor_263_263" id="FNanchor_263_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> What, grown a fighter? prithee, what’s the matter?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> If you’ll needs know, it was about the clock:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How works the day, my lord, pray, by your watch?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Lest you cuff me, I’ll tell you presently: I am
near two.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> How, two? I’m scarce at one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> One of us then goes false.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Then sure ’tis you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine goes by heaven’s dial, the sun, and it goes true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I think, indeed, mine runs somewhat too fast.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Set it to mine at one then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> One? ’tis past:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis past one by the sun.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Faith, then, belike,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Neither your clock nor mine does truly strike;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since it is uncertain which goes true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Better be false at one, than false at two.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You’re very pleasant, madam.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Yet not merry.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why, Infelice, what should make you sad?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Nothing, my lord, but my false watch: pray, tell me,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You see, my clock or yours is out of frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must we upon the workmen lay the blame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or on ourselves that keep them?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Faith on both.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He may by knavery spoil them, we by sloth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But why talk you all riddle thus? I read<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strange comments in those margins of your looks:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your cheeks of late are like bad printed books,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So dimly charactered, I scarce can spell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One line of love in them. Sure all’s not well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> All is not well indeed, my dearest lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lock up thy gates of hearing, that no sound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what I speak may enter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> What means this?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Or if my own tongue must myself betray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Count it a dream, or turn thine eyes away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And think me not thy wife.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Why do you kneel?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Earth is sin’s cushion: when the sick soul feels<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Herself growing poor, then she turns beggar, cries,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And kneels for help: Hippolito, for husband<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I dare not call thee, I have stolen that jewel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my chaste honour, which was only thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And given it to a slave.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Ha?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> On thy pillow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adultery and lust have slept, thy groom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath climbed the unlawful tree, and plucked the sweets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A villain hath usurped a husband’s sheets.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> S’death, who?&mdash;a cuckold!&mdash;who?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> This Irish footman.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Worse than damnation! a wild kerne,<a name="FNanchor_264_264" id="FNanchor_264_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a> a frog,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A dog: whom I’ll scarce spurn. Longed you for shamrock?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were it my father’s father, heart, I’ll kill him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although I take him on his death-bed gasping<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twixt Heaven and hell! a shag-haired cur! Bold strumpet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why hang’st thou on me? think’st I’ll be a bawd<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To a whore, because she’s noble?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> I beg but this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set not my shame out to the world’s broad eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet let thy vengeance, like my fault, soar high,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So it be in darkened clouds.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Darkened! my horns<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot be darkened, nor shall my revenge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A harlot to my slave? the act is base,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Common, but foul, so shall not thy disgrace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could not I feed your appetite? O women<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You were created angels, pure and fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But since the first fell, tempting devils you are,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You should be men’s bliss, but you prove their rods:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were there no women, men might live like gods;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You ha’ been too much down already; rise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Get from my sight, and henceforth shun my bed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll with no strumpet’s breath be poisonèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As for your Irish lubrican, that spirit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom by preposterous charms thy lust hath raised<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In a wrong circle, him I’ll damn more black<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then any tyrant’s soul.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Hippolito!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Tell me, didst thou bait hooks to draw him to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or did he bewitch thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> The slave did woo me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Tu-whoos in that screech-owl’s language. Oh, who’d trust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your cork-heeled sex? I think to sate your lust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’d love a horse, a bear, a croaking toad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So your hot itching veins might have their bound:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then the wild Irish dart<a name="FNanchor_265_265" id="FNanchor_265_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a> was thrown? Come, how?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The manner of this fight?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> ’Twas thus, he gave me this battery first.&mdash;Oh, I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mistake&mdash;believe me, all this in beaten gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I held out, but at length thus was charmed.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives letter, purse and ring.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What? change your diamond, wench, the act is base,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Common, but foul, so shall not your disgrace:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could not I feed your appetite? O men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You were created angels, pure and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But since the first fell, worse than devils you are.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You should our shields be, but you prove our rods.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were there no men, women might live like gods.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Guilty, my lord?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Yes, guilty my good lady.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Nay, you may laugh, but henceforth shun my bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With no whore’s leavings I’ll be poisonèd.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> O’er-reached so finely? ’Tis the very diamond<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And letter which I sent: this villany<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some spider closely weaves, whose poisonèd bulk<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must let forth. Who’s there without?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] My lord calls?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Send me the footman.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> [<i>Within.</i>] Call the footman to my lord,&mdash;Bryan, Bryan!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It can be no man else, that Irish Judas,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bred in a country where no venom prospers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in the nation’s blood, hath thus betrayed me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Slave, get you from your service.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bry.</i> Faat meanest thou by this now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Question me not, nor tempt my fury, villain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Couldst thou turn all the mountains in the land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hills of gold, and give me: here thou stayest not.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bry.</i> I’faat, I care not.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Prate not, but get thee gone, I shall send else.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Ay, do predy, I had rather have thee make a
scabbard of my guts, and let out all de Irish puddings in
my poor belly, den to be a false knave to de, i’faat! I will
never see dine own sweet face more. <i>A mawhid deer a
gra</i>,<a name="FNanchor_266_266" id="FNanchor_266_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a> fare dee well, fare dee well; I will go steal cows again
in Ireland.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> He’s damned that raised this whirlwind, which hath blown<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into her eyes this jealousy: yet I’ll on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll on, stood armed devils staring in my face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be pursued in flight, quickens the race,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall my blood-streams by a wife’s lust be barred?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fond<a name="FNanchor_267_267" id="FNanchor_267_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a> woman, no: iron grows by strokes more hard;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lawless desires are seas scorning all bounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or sulphur, which being rammed up, more confounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Struggling with madmen madness nothing tames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Winds wrestling with great fires incense the flames.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt233.png" width="400" height="48" alt="decoration" />
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>A Room in Matheo’s House.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>disguised as a
<span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Bell.</i> How now, what ails your master?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Has taken a younger brother’s purge, forsooth,
and that works with him.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Where is his cloak and rapier?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> He has given up his cloak, and his rapier is
bound to the peace: If you look a little higher, you
may see that another hath entered into hatband for him
too. Six and four have put him into this sweat.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Where’s all his money?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> ’Tis put over by exchange; his doublet was going
to be translated, but for me. If any man would ha’ lent
but half a ducat on his beard, the hair of it had stuffed a
pair of breeches by this time; I had but one poor penny,
and that I was glad to niggle out, and buy a holly-wand
to grace him through the street. As hap was, his boots
were on, and them I dustied, to make people think he
had been riding, and I had run by him.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Oh me!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>.</p>


<p>How does my sweet Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Oh rogue, of what devilish stuff are these dice
made of,&mdash;the parings of the devil’s corns of his toes, that
they run thus damnably?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I prithee, vex not.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> If any handicraft’s-man was ever suffered to
keep shop in hell, it will be a dice-maker; he’s able to
undo more souls than the devil; I played with mine own
dice, yet lost. Ha’ you any money?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> ’Las, I ha’ none.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Must have money, must have some, must have a
cloak, and rapier, and things. Will you go set your lime-twigs,
and get me some birds, some money?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> What lime-twigs should I set?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> You will not then? Must have cash and pictures,
do ye hear, frailty? shall I walk in a Plymouth
cloak,<a name="FNanchor_268_268" id="FNanchor_268_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_268_268" class="fnanchor">[268]</a> that’s to say, like a rogue, in my hose and doublet,
and a crabtree cudgel in my hand, and you swim in your
satins? Must have money, come!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Taking off her gown.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Is’t bed-time, master, that you undo my mistress?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Undo me? Yes, yes, at these riflings I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have been too often.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Help to flay, Pacheco.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Flaying call you it?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> I’ll pawn you, by th’ lord, to your very eyebrows.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> With all my heart, since Heaven will have me poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As good be drowned at sea, as drowned at shore.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Why, hear you, sir? i’faith do not make away her
gown.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Oh! it’s summer, it’s summer; your only fashion
for a woman now is to be light, to be light.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Why, pray sir, employ some of that money you
have of mine.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Thine? I’ll starve first, I’ll beg first; when I
touch a penny of that, let these fingers’ ends rot.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> So they may, for that’s past touching. I saw my
twenty pounds fly high.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Knowest thou never a damned broker about the
city?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Damned broker? yes, five hundred.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> The gown stood me in above twenty ducats, borrow ten of it. Cannot live without silver.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I’ll make what I can of it, sir, I’ll be your broker,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But not your damned broker: Oh thou scurvy knave!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What makes a wife turn whore, but such a slave?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside and exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront’s</span> <i>gown</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How now, little chick, what ailest, weeping for a
handful of tailor’s shreds? pox on them, are there not
silks enow at mercer’s?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> I care not for gay feathers, I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> What dost care for then? why dost grieve?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Why do I grieve? A thousand sorrows strike<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At one poor heart, and yet it lives. Matheo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art a gamester, prithee, throw at all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set all upon one cast. We kneel and pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And struggle for life, yet must be cast away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meet misery quickly then, split all, sell all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thou’st sold all, spend it; but I beseech thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Build not thy mind on me to coin thee more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To get it wouldst thou have me play the whore?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> ’Twas your profession before I married you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Umh? it was indeed: if all men should be branded<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For sins long since laid up, who could be saved?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The quarter-day’s at hand, how will you do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pay the rent, Matheo?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Why? do as all of our occupation do against
quarter-days: break up house, remove, shift your lodgings:
pox a’ your quarters!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Where’s this gallant?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Signor Lodovico? how does my little Mirror of
Knighthood?<a name="FNanchor_269_269" id="FNanchor_269_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_269_269" class="fnanchor">[269]</a> this is kindly done i’faith: welcome, by
my troth.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> And how dost, frolic?&mdash;Save you fair lady.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou lookest smug and bravely, noble Mat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Drink and feed, laugh and lie warm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Is this thy wife?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> A poor gentlewoman, sir, whom I make use of a’nights.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Pay custom to your lips, sweet lady.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kisses her.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Borrow some shells<a name="FNanchor_270_270" id="FNanchor_270_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_270_270" class="fnanchor">[270]</a> of him&mdash;some wine, sweetheart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> I’ll send for’t then, i’faith.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> You send for’t?&mdash;Some wine, I prithee.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> I ha’ no money.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> ’Sblood, nor I.&mdash;What wine love you, signor?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Here! (<i>Offering money</i>,) or I’ll not stay, I protest;
trouble the gentlewoman too much?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives money to</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>, <i>who goes out</i>.</span></p>

<p>And what news flies abroad, Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Troth, none. Oh signor, we ha’ been merry in
our days.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> And no doubt shall again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The divine powers never shoot darts at men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mortal, to kill them.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> You say true.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Why should we grieve at want? Say the world made thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her minion, that thy head lay in her lap,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that she danced thee on her wanton knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She could but give thee a whole world: that’s all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that all’s nothing; the world’s greatest part<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot fill up one corner of thy heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say three corners were all filled, alas!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what art thou possessed, a thin blown glass:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such as is by boys puffed into the air.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were twenty kingdoms thine, thou’dst live in care:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou couldst not sleep the better, nor live longer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor merrier be, nor healthfuller, nor stronger.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If, then, thou want’st, thus make that want thy pleasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No man wants all things, nor has all in measure.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I am the most wretched fellow: sure some left-handed
priest hath christened me, I am so unlucky; I am
never out of one puddle or another; still falling.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>with wine</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i14">Fill out wine to my little finger.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With my heart, i’faith.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Thanks, good Matheo.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To your own sweet self.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>.</p>


<p><i>Orl.</i> All the brokers’ hearts, sir, are made of flint. I
can with all my knocking strike but six sparks of fire out
of them; here’s six ducats, if you’ll take them.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Give me them! [<i>Taking money.</i>] An evil conscience
gnaw them all! moths and plagues hang upon
their lousy wardrobes!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Is this your man, Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> An old serving-man.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> You may give me t’other half too, sir, that’s the
beggar.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What hast there,&mdash;gold?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> A sort of rascals are in my debt, God knows what,
and they feed me with bits, with crumbs, a pox choke them.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> A word, Matheo; be not angry with me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Believe it that I know the touch of time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And can part copper though it be gilded o’er,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From the true gold: the sails which thou dost spread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would show well if they were not borrowèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sound of thy low fortunes drew me hither,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I give my self unto thee; prithee, use me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will bestow on you a suit of satin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all things else to fit a gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because I love you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Thanks, good, noble knight!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Call on me when you please; till then farewell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Hast angled? hast cut up this fresh salmon?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Wouldst have me be so base?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> It’s base to steal, its base to be a whore:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’lt be more base, I’ll make thee keep a door.<a name="FNanchor_271_271" id="FNanchor_271_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_271_271" class="fnanchor">[271]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I hope he will not sneak away with all the money,
will he?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Bell.</i> Thou sees’t he does.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Nay then, it’s well. I set my brains upon an upright
last; though my wits be old, yet they are like a
withered pippin, wholesome. Look you, mistress, I told
him I had but six ducats of the knave broker, but I had
eight, and kept these two for you.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Thou should’st have given him all.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> What, to fly high?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Like waves, my misery drives on misery.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Sell his wife’s clothes from her back? does any
poulterer’s wife pull chickens alive? He riots all abroad,
wants all at home: he dices, whores, swaggers, swears,
cheats, borrows, pawns: I’ll give him hook and line, a
little more for all this;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet sure i’th end he’ll delude all my hopes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And show me a French trick danced on the ropes.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt239.png" width="400" height="34" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>Before</i> <span class="smcap">Candido’s</span> <i>Shop</i>. <span class="smcap">Candido</span> <i>and his
<span class="antiqua">Bride</span> discovered in the Shop</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter at one side</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>; <i>at another</i>
<span class="smcap">Bots</span>, <i>and</i> Mistress <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Hist, hist, Lieutenant Bots, how dost, man?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Whither are you ambling, Madam Horseleech?</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> About worldly profit, sir: how do your worships?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> We want tools, gentlemen, to furnish the trade:
they wear out day and night, they wear out till no metal
be left in their back. We hear of two or three new
wenches are come up with a carrier, and your old goshawk
here is flying at them.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> And, faith, what flesh have you at home?</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Ordinary dishes; by my troth, sweet men,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>
there’s few good i’ th’ city; I am as well furnished as any,
and, though I say it, as well customed.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> We have meats of all sorts of dressing; we have
stewed meat for your Frenchman, pretty light picking
meat for your Italian, and that which is rotten roasted
for Don Spaniardo.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> A pox on’t.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> We have poulterer’s ware for your sweet bloods,
as dove, chicken, duck, teal, woodcock, and so forth;
and butcher’s meat for the citizen: yet muttons<a name="FNanchor_272_272" id="FNanchor_272_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_272_272" class="fnanchor">[272]</a> fall very
bad this year.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Stay, is not that my patient linen-draper yonder,
and my fine young smug mistress, his wife?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Sirrah,<a name="FNanchor_273_273" id="FNanchor_273_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_273_273" class="fnanchor">[273]</a> grannam, I’ll give thee for thy fee twenty
crowns, if thou canst but procure me the wearing of yon
velvet cap.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> You’d wear another thing besides the cap.
You’re a wag.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Twenty crowns? we’ll share, and I’ll be your
pully to draw her on.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Do’t presently; we’ll ha’ some sport.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Wheel you about, sweet men: do you see?
I’ll cheapen wares of the man, whilst Bots is doing with
his wife.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> To’t: if we come into the shop to do you grace,
we’ll call you madam.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Pox a’ your old face, give it the badge of all
scurvy faces, a mask.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Mistress Horseleech</span> <i>puts on a mask</i>.</span></p>


<p><i>Cand.</i> What is’t you lack, gentlewoman? Cambric
or lawns, or fine hollands? Pray draw near, I can sell
you a pennyworth.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Some cambric for my old lady.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Cambric? you shall, the purest thread in Milan.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Save you, Signor Candido.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> How does my noble master? how my fair mistress?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> My worshipful good servant.&mdash;View it well, for
’tis both fine and even.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Shows cambric.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Cry you mercy, madam; though masked, I
thought it should be you by your man.&mdash;Pray, signor,
show her the best, for she commonly deals for good ware.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Then this shall fit her.&mdash;This is for your ladyship.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> A word, I pray; there is a waiting gentlewoman
of my lady’s: her name is Ruyna, says she’s your kinswoman,
and that you should be one of her aunts.</p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> One of her aunts? troth, sir, I know her not.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> If it please you to bestow the poor labour of
your legs at any time, I will be your convoy thither?</p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> I am a snail, sir, seldom leave my house. If’t
please her to visit me, she shall be welcome.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Do you hear? the naked truth is; my lady hath
a young knight, her son, who loves you, you’re made, if you
lay hold upon’t; this jewel he sends you.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Offers jewel.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bride.</i> Sir, I return his love and jewel with scorn; let
go my hand, or I shall call my husband. You are an
arrant knave.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> What will she do?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Do? They shall all do if Bots sets upon them
once: she was as if she had professed the trade,
squeamish at first; at last I showed her this jewel, said a
knight sent it her.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Is’t gold, and right stones?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Copper, copper, I go a fishing with these baits.
She nibbled, but would not swallow the hook, because
the conger-head, her husband, was by; but she bids the
gentleman name any afternoon, and she’ll meet him at
her garden house,<a name="FNanchor_274_274" id="FNanchor_274_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_274_274" class="fnanchor">[274]</a> which I know.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Lod.</i> Is this no lie now?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Damme, if&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Oh, prithee stay there.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> The twenty crowns, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Before he has his work done? but on my knightly
word he shall pay’t thee.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>, <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Bryan</span>.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> I thought thou hadst been gone into thine own
country.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> No, faat, la, I cannot go dis four or tree days.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> Look thee, yonder’s the shop, and that’s the man
himself.</p>

<p><i>Fon.</i> Thou shalt but cheapen, and do as we told thee,
to put a jest upon him, to abuse his patience.</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> I’faat, I doubt my pate shall be knocked: but,
sa crees sa’ me, for your shakes, I will run to any linen-draper
in hell: come predee.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>Fon.</i> Save you, gallants.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Car.</i> Oh, well met!</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> You’ll give no more, you say? I cannot take it.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Truly I’ll give no more.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> It must not fetch it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What would you have, sweet gentlemen.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Nay, here’s the customer.</p>

<p class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Bots</span> <i>and</i> Mistress <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> The garden-house, you say? we’ll bolt<a name="FNanchor_275_275" id="FNanchor_275_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_275_275" class="fnanchor">[275]</a> out your
roguery.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I will but lay these parcels by&mdash;my men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are all at the custom house unloading wares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If cambric you would deal in, there’s the best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All Milan cannot sample it.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Do your hear it? one, two, three,&mdash;’Sfoot, there
came in four gallants! Sure your wife is slipt up, and
the fourth man, I hold my life, is grafting your warden
tree.<a name="FNanchor_276_276" id="FNanchor_276_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_276_276" class="fnanchor">[276]</a></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Ha, ha, ha! you gentlemen are full of jest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If she be up, she’s gone some wares to show;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have above as good wares as below.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Have you so? nay, then&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Now, gentlemen, is’t cambrics?</p>

<p><i>Bry.</i> I predee now let me have de best waures.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> What’s that he says, pray, gentlemen?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Marry, he says we are like to have the best
wars.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> The best wars? all are bad, yet wars do good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, like to surgeons, let sick kingdom’s blood.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Faat a devil pratest tow so? a pox on dee! I
preddee, let me see some hollen, to make linen shirts, for
fear my body be lousy.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Indeed, I understand no word he speaks.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Marry, he says that at the siege in Holland<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There was much bawdry used among the soldiers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though they were lousy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> It may be so, that likely; true, indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In every garden, sir, does grow that weed.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bry.</i> Pox on de gardens, and de weeds, and de fool’s
cap dere, and de clouts! hear? dost make a hobby-horse
of me?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Tearing the cambric.</i></span></p>

<p><i>All.</i> Oh, fie! he has torn the cambric.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> ’Tis no matter.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ast.</i> It frets me to the soul.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> So does’t not me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My customers do oft for remnants call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These are two remnants, now, no loss at all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But let me tell you, were my servants here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It would ha’ cost more.&mdash;Thank you, gentlemen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I use you well, pray know my shop again.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>All.</i> Ha, ha, ha! come, come, let’s go, let’s go.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

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<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span> <i>brave,<a name="FNanchor_277_277" id="FNanchor_277_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_277_277" class="fnanchor">[277]</a> and</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</p>

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  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt244b.png" width="152" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi6"><span class="smcap">Mat.</span> How am I suited, Front? am I
not gallant, ha?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, sir, you are suited well.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Exceeding passing well, and to
the time.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> The tailor has played his part
with you.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And I have played a gentleman’s part with my
tailor, for I owe him for the making of it.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> And why did you so, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> To keep the fashion; it’s your only fashion now,
of your best rank of gallants, to make their tailors wait
for their money; neither were it wisdom indeed to pay
them upon the first edition of a new suit; for commonly
the suit is owing for, when the linings are worn out, and
there’s no reason, then, that the tailor should be paid
before the mercer.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Is this the suit the knight bestowed upon you?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> This is the suit, and I need not shame to wear it,
for better men than I would be glad to have suits
bestowed on them. It’s a generous fellow,&mdash;but&mdash;pox on
him&mdash;we whose pericranions are the very limbecks and
stillatories of good wit and fly high, must drive liquor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span>
out of stale gaping oysters&mdash;shallow knight, poor squire
Tinacheo: I’ll make a wild Cataian<a name="FNanchor_278_278" id="FNanchor_278_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_278_278" class="fnanchor">[278]</a> of forty such: hang
him, he’s an ass, he’s always sober.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> This is your fault to wound your friends still.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> No, faith, Front, Lodovico is a noble Slavonian:
it’s more rare to see him in a woman’s company, than for
a Spaniard to go into England, and to challenge the
English fencers there.&mdash;[<i>Knocking within.</i>] One knocks,&mdash;see.&mdash;[<i>Exit</i>
<span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.]&mdash;La, fa, fol, la, fa, la, [<i>Sings</i>]
rustle in silks and satins! there’s music in this, and a
taffeta petticoat, it makes both fly high. <i>Catso.</i></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>in his own dress,
and four <span class="antiqua">Servants</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Bell.</i> Matheo! ’tis my father.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Ha! father? It’s no matter, he finds no tattered
prodigals here.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Is not the door good enough to hold your blue
coats?<a name="FNanchor_279_279" id="FNanchor_279_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_279_279" class="fnanchor">[279]</a> away, knaves, Wear not your clothes threadbare
at knees for me; beg Heaven’s blessing, not mine.&mdash;[<i>Exeunt
<span class="antiqua">Servants</span>.</i>]&mdash;Oh cry your worship mercy, sir;
was somewhat bold to talk to this gentlewoman, your wife
here.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> A poor gentlewoman, sir.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Stand not, sir, bare to me; I ha’ read oft<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That serpents who creep low, belch ranker poison<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than wingèd dragons do that fly aloft.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> If it offend you, sir, ’tis for my pleasure.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Your pleasure be’t, sir. Umh, is this your palace?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, and our kingdom, for ’tis our content.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> It’s a very poor kingdom then; what, are all your
subjects gone a sheep-shearing? not a maid? not a man?
not so much as a cat? You keep a good house belike,
just like one of your profession, every room with bare<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span>
walls, and a half-headed bed to vault upon, as all your
bawdy-houses are. Pray who are your upholsters? Oh,
the spiders, I see, they bestow hangings upon you.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Bawdy-house? Zounds, sir&mdash;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Oh sweet Matheo, peace. Upon my knees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do beseech you, sir, not to arraign me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For sins, which Heaven, I hope, long since hath pardoned!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those flames, like lightning flashes, are so spent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heat no more remains, than where ships went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or where birds cut the air, the print remains.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Pox on him, kneel to a dog.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> She that’s a whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lives gallant, fares well, is not, like me, poor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ha’ now as small acquaintance with that sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if I had never known’t, t’ had never been.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> No acquaintance with it? what maintains thee
then? how dost live then? Has thy husband any lands?
any rents coming in, any stock going, any ploughs jogging,
any ships sailing? hast thou any wares to turn, so much
as to get a single penny by?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yes thou hast ware to sell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Knaves are thy chapmen, and thy shop is hell.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Do you hear, sir?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> So, sir, I do hear, sir, more of you than you
dream I do.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> You fly a little too high, sir.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Why, sir, too high?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I ha’ suffered your tongue, like a bard cater-tray,<a name="FNanchor_280_280" id="FNanchor_280_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_280_280" class="fnanchor">[280]</a>
to run all this while, and ha’ not stopt it.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Well, sir, you talk like a gamester.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> If you come to bark at her, because she’s a poor
rogue, look you, here’s a fine path, sir, and there, there’s
the door.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Your blue coats stay for you, sir. I love a good
honest roaring boy, and so&mdash;</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Orl.</i> That’s the devil.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Sir, sir, I’ll ha’ no Joves in my house to thunder
avaunt: she shall live and be maintained when you, like
a keg of musty sturgeon, shall stink; where? in your
coffin&mdash;how? be a musty fellow, and lousy.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I know she shall be maintained, but how? she
like a quean, thou like a knave; she like a whore, thou
like a thief.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Thief? Zounds! Thief?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Good, dearest Mat!&mdash;Father!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Pox on you both! I’ll not be braved. New satin
scorns to be put down with bare bawdy velvet. Thief?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Ay, thief, th’art a murderer, a cheater, a whoremonger,
a pot-hunter, a borrower a beggar&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Dear father&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> An old ass, a dog, a churl, a chuff, an usurer, a
villain, a moth, a mangy mule, with an old velvet foot-cloth
on his back, sir.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Oh me!</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Varlet, for this I’ll hang thee.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Ha, ha, alas!</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Thou keepest a man of mine here, under my
nose&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Under thy beard.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> As arrant a smell-smock, for an old muttonmonger<a name="FNanchor_281_281" id="FNanchor_281_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_281_281" class="fnanchor">[281]</a>
as thyself.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> No, as yourself.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> As arrant a purse-taker as ever cried, Stand! yet
a good fellow I confess, and valiant; but he’ll bring
thee to th’ gallows; you both have robbed of late two
poor country pedlars.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> How’s this? how’s this? dost thou fly high? rob
pedlars?&mdash;bear witness, Front&mdash;rob pedlars? my man and
I a thief?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Oh, sir, no more.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Orl.</i> Ay, knave, two pedlars; hue and cry is up;
warrants are out, and I shall see thee climb a ladder.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And come down again as well as a bricklayer or
a tiler. How the vengeance knows he this? If I be
hanged, I’ll tell the people I married old Friscobaldo’s
daughter; I’ll frisco you, and your old carcass.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Tell what you canst; if I stay here longer, I shall
be hanged too, for being in thy company; therefore, as I
found you, I leave you&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Kneel, and get money of him.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> A knave and a quean, a thief and a strumpet, a
couple of beggars, a brace of baggages.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Hang upon him&mdash;Ay, ay, sir, farewell; we are&mdash;follow
close&mdash;we are beggars&mdash;in satin&mdash;to him.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Is this your comfort, when so many years<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You ha’ left me frozen to death?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Freeze still, starve still!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Yes, so I shall: I must: I must and will.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If as you say I’m poor, relieve me then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me not sell my body to base men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You call me strumpet, Heaven knows I am none:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your cruelty may drive me to be one:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not that sin be yours; let not the shame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of common whore live longer than my name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That cunning bawd, necessity, night and day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plots to undo me; drive that hag away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest being at lowest ebb, as now I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sink for ever.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Lowest ebb, what ebb?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> So poor, that, though to tell it be my shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am not worth a dish to hold my meat;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am yet poorer, I want bread to eat.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> It’s not seen by your cheeks.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I think she has read an homily to tickle the old
rogue.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Want bread! there’s satin: bake that.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> ’Sblood, make pasties of my clothes?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> A fair new cloak, stew that; an excellent gilt rapier.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Will you eat that, sir?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I could feast ten good fellows with these hangers.<a name="FNanchor_282_282" id="FNanchor_282_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_282_282" class="fnanchor">[282]</a></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> The pox, you shall!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I shall not, till thou begg’st, think thou art poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thou begg’st I’ll feed thee at my door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I feed dogs, with bones; till then beg, borrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pawn, steal, and hang, turn bawd, when th’art whore.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart-strings sure would crack, were they strained more.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside, and exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> This is your father, your damned&mdash;Confusion
light upon all the generation of you; he can come bragging
hither with four white herrings at’s tail in blue coats,
without roes in their bellies, but I may starve ere he give
me so much as a cob.<a name="FNanchor_283_283" id="FNanchor_283_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_283_283" class="fnanchor">[283]</a></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> What tell you me of this? alas!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Go, trot after your dad, do you capitulate; I’ll
pawn not for you; I’ll not steal to be hanged for such an
hypocritical, close, common harlot: away, you dog!&mdash;Brave
i’faith! Udsfoot, give me some meat.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Yes, sir.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Goodman slave, my man too, is galloped to the
devil a’ t’other side: Pacheco, I’ll checo you. Is this
your dad’s day? England, they say, is the only hell for
horses, and only paradise for women: pray get you to
that paradise, because you’re called an honest whore;
there they live none but honest whores with a pox.
Marry here in our city, all your sex are but foot-cloth
nags,<a name="FNanchor_284_284" id="FNanchor_284_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_284_284" class="fnanchor">[284]</a> the master no sooner lights but the man leaps
into the saddle.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>with meat and drink</i>.</p>


<p><i>Bell.</i> Will you sit down I pray, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> [<i>Sitting down.</i>] I could tear, by th’ Lord, his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span>
flesh, and eat his midriff in salt, as I eat this:&mdash;must I
choke&mdash;my father Friscobaldo, I shall make a pitiful
hog-louse of you, Orlando, if you fall once into my fingers&mdash;Here’s
the savourest meat! I ha’ got a stomach with
chafing. What rogue should tell him of those two pedlars?
A plague choke him, and gnaw him to the bare bones!&mdash;Come
fill.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Thou sweatest with very anger, good sweet, vex
not, as ’tis no fault of mine.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Where didst buy this mutton? I never felt
better ribs.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> A neighbour sent it me.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>disguised as a <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Hah, neighbour? foh, my mouth stinks,&mdash;You
whore, do you beg victuals for me? Is this satin doublet
to be bombasted<a name="FNanchor_285_285" id="FNanchor_285_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_285_285" class="fnanchor">[285]</a> with broken meat?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes up the stool.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> What will you do, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Beat out the brains of a beggarly&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Beat out an ass’s head of your own&mdash;Away,
Mistress [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.] Zounds, do but touch one
hair of her, and I’ll so quilt your cap with old iron, that
your coxcomb shall ache like a roasted rabbit, that you
must have the head for the brains?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Ha, ha! go out of my doors, you rogue, away,
four marks; trudge.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Four marks? no, sir, my twenty pound that you
ha’ made fly high, and I am gone.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Must I be fed with chippings? you’re best get a
clapdish,<a name="FNanchor_286_286" id="FNanchor_286_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_286_286" class="fnanchor">[286]</a> and say you’re proctor to some spittle-house.<a name="FNanchor_287_287" id="FNanchor_287_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_287_287" class="fnanchor">[287]</a>
Where hast thou been, Pacheco? Come hither my little
turkey-cock.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> I cannot abide, sir, to see a woman wronged, not I.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Sirrah, here was my father-in-law to day.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Pish, then you’re full of crowns.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Hang him! he would ha’ thrust crowns upon me,
to have fallen in again, but I scorn cast clothes, or any
man’s gold.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> But mine; [<i>Aside.</i>]&mdash;How did he brook that, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Oh, swore like a dozen of drunken tinkers; at
last growing foul in words, he and four of his men drew
upon me, sir.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> In your house? would I had been by!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I made no more ado, but fell to my old lock,
and so thrashed my blue-coats and old crab-tree-face my
father-in-law, and then walked like a lion in my grate.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> O noble master!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Sirrah, he could tell me of the robbing the two
pedlars, and that warrants are out for us both.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Good sir, I like not those crackers.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Crackhalter, wou’t set thy foot to mine?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> How, sir? at drinking.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> We’ll pull that old crow my father: rob thy
master. I know the house, thou the servants: the
purchase<a name="FNanchor_288_288" id="FNanchor_288_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_288_288" class="fnanchor">[288]</a> is rich, the plot to get it is easy, the dog will
not part from a bone.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Pluck’t out of his throat, then: I’ll snarl for one,
if this<a name="FNanchor_289_289" id="FNanchor_289_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_289_289" class="fnanchor">[289]</a> can bite.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Say no more, say no more, old coal, meet me
anon at the sign of the Shipwreck.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> And dost hear, man?&mdash;the Shipwreck.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Th’art at the shipwreck now, and like a swimmer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bold, but inexpert, with those waves dost play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose dalliance, whorelike, is to cast thee away.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And here’s another vessel, better fraught,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as ill-manned her sinking will be wrought,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>
<span class="i0">If rescue come not: like a man of war<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll therefore bravely out; somewhat I’ll do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And either save them both, or perish too.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> ’Tis my fate to be bewitched by those eyes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Fate? your folly.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should my face thus mad you? ’Las, those colours<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are wound up long ago, which beauty spread;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flowers that once grew here, are witherèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You turned my black soul white, made it look new,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And should I sin, it ne’er should be with you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Your hand, I’ll offer you fair play: When first<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We met i’th ’lists together, you remember<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You were a common rebel; with one parley<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I won you to come in.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> You did.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’ll try<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If now I can beat down this chastity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the same ordnance; will you yield this fort,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If the power of argument now, as then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I get of you the conquest: as before<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I turned you honest, now to turn you whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By force of strong persuasion?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> If you can,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I yield.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> The alarum’s struck up; I’m your man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> A woman gives defiance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Sit.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They seat themselves.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Begin:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis a brave battle to encounter sin.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You men that are to fight in the same war<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To which I’m prest, and plead at the same bar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To win a woman, if you’d have me speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send all your wishes!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> No doubt you’re heard; proceed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> To be a harlot, that you stand upon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The very name’s a charm to make you one.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Harlotta was a dame of so divine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ravishing touch, that she was concubine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To an English king;<a name="FNanchor_290_290" id="FNanchor_290_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_290_290" class="fnanchor">[290]</a> her sweet bewitching eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did the king’s heart-strings in such love-knots tie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That even the coyest was proud when she could hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men say, “behold, another harlot there!”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And after her all women that were fair<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were harlots called as to this day some are:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, her dalliance she so well does mix,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she’s in Latin called the <i>Meretrix</i>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus for the name; for the profession, this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who lives in bondage, lives laced; the chief bliss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This world below can yield, is liberty:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And who, than whores, with looser wings dare fly?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As Juno’s proud bird spreads the fairest tail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So does a strumpet hoist the loftiest sail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s no man’s slave; men are her slaves; her eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Moves not on wheels screwed up with jealousy.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She, horsed or coached, does merry journeys make,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Free as the sun in his gilt zodiac:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As bravely does she shine, as fast she’s driven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But stays not long in any house of heaven;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But shifts from sign to sign, her amorous prizes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More rich being when she’s down, than when she rises.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In brief, gentlemen hunt them, soldiers fight for them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Few men but know them, few or none abhor them:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus for sport’s sake speak I, as to a woman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom, as the worst ground, I would turn to common:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you I would enclose for mine own bed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> So should a husband be dishonourèd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Dishonoured? not a whit: to fall to one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides your husband is to fall to none,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For one no number is.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Faith, should you take<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One in your bed, would you that reckoning make?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis time you found retreat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Say, have I won,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is the day ours?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> The battle’s but half done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None but yourself have yet sounded alarms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let us strike too, else you dishonour arms.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> If you can win the day, the glory’s yours.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> To prove a woman should not be a whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When she was made, she had one man, no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet she was tied to laws then, for even than,<a name="FNanchor_291_291" id="FNanchor_291_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_291_291" class="fnanchor">[291]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis said, she was not made for men, but man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Anon, t’increase earth’s brood, the law was varied,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men should take many wives: and though they married<br /></span>
<span class="i0">According to that act, yet ’tis not known<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that those wives were only tied to one.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">New parliaments were since: for now one woman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is shared between three hundred, nay she’s common,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Common as spotted leopards, whom for sport<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men hunt to get the flesh, but care not for’t.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So spread they nets of gold, and tune their calls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To enchant silly women to take falls;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swearing they’re angels, which that they may win<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They’ll hire the devil to come with false dice in.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh Sirens’ subtle tunes! yourselves you flatter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And our weak sex betray: so men love water;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It serves to wash their hands, but being once foul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The water down is poured, cast out of doors,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And even of such base use do men make whores.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A harlot, like a hen more sweetness reaps,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pick men one by one up, than in heaps:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet all feeds but confounding. Say you should taste me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I serve but for the time, and when the day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of war is done, am cashiered out of pay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If like lame soldiers I could beg, that’s all,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And there’s lust’s rendezvous, an hospital.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who then would be a man’s slave, a man’s woman?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s half starved the first day that feeds in common.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> You should not feed so, but with me alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> If I drink poison by stealth, is’t not all one?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is’t not rank poison still with you alone?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, say you spied a courtesan, whose soft side<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To touch you’d sell your birth-right, for one kiss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be racked; she’s won, you’re sated: what follows this?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, then you curse that bawd that tolled you in;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The night you curse your lust, you loathe the sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You loathe her very sight, and ere the day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise, you rise glad when you’re stol’n away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even then when you are drunk with all her sweets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s no true pleasure in a strumpet’s sheets.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Women whom lust so prostitutes to sale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like dancers upon ropes, once seen, are stale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> If all the threads of harlot’s lives are spun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So coarse as you would make them, tell me why<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You so long loved the trade?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> If all the threads<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of harlot’s lives be fine as you would make them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why do not you persuade your wife turn whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all dames else to fall before that sin?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like an ill husband, though I knew the same<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be my undoing, followed I that game.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, when the work of lust had earned my bread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To taste it how I trembled, lest each bit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere it went down, should choke me chewing it!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My bed seemed like a cabin hung in hell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bawd, hell’s porter, and the liquorish wine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pander fetched, was like an easy fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For which, methought, I leased away my soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And oftentimes, even in my quaffing bowl,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus said I to myself, I am a whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And have drunk down thus much confusion more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It is a common rule, and ’tis most true,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Two of one trade ne’er love: no more do you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why are you sharp ’gainst that you once professed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Why dote you on that, which you did once detest?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot, seeing she’s woven of such bad stuff,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set colours on a harlot base enough.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing did make me, when I loved them best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To loathe them more than this: when in the street<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A fair young modest damsel I did meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She seemed to all a dove, when I passed by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I to all a raven: every eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That followed her went with a bashful glance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At me each bold and jeering countenance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Darted forth scorn; to her as if she had been<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some tower unvanquished, would they vail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Gainst me swoln rumour hoisted every sail.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She, crowned with reverend praises, passed by them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I, though with face masked, could not ’scape the hem,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, as if Heaven had set strange marks on whores,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because they should be pointing stocks to man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drest up in civilest shape, a courtesan&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let her walk saint-like, noteless, and unknown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet she’s betrayed by some trick of her own.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were harlots therefore wise, they’d be sold dear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For men account them good but for one year,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then like almanacs whose dates are gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They are thrown by, and no more looked upon.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who’ll therefore backward fall, who will launch forth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In seas so foul, for ventures no more worth?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lust’s voyage hath, if not this course, this cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Buy ne’er so cheap, your ware comes home with loss.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What, shall I sound retreat? the battle’s done:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let the world judge which of us two have won.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> You? nay then as cowards do in fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What by blows cannot, shall be saved by flight.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Fly to earth’s fixèd centre: to the caves<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of everlasting horror, I’ll pursue thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though loaden with sins, even to hell’s brazen doors.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus wisest men turn fools, doting on whores.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt257.png" width="400" height="41" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>An Apartment in the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke’s</span> <i>Palace</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>, <i>disguised as
a <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span>; after them</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>,
<span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>.</p>


<p><i>Orl.</i> I beseech your grace, though your eye be so
piercing as under a poor blue coat to cull out an honest
father from an old serving-man, yet, good my lord, discover
not the plot to any, but only this gentleman that is
now to be an actor in our ensuing comedy.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou hast thy wish, Orlando, pass unknown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sforza shall only go along with thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see that warrant served upon thy son.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> To attach him upon felony, for two pedlars: is’t
not so?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Right, my noble knight: those pedlars were two
knaves of mine; he fleeced the men before, and now he
purposes to flay the master. He will rob me; his teeth
water to be nibbling at my gold, but this shall hang him
by th’ gills, till I pull him on shore.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Away: ply you the business.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Thanks to your grace: but, my good lord, for my
daughter&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> You know what I have said.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> And remember what I have sworn. She’s more
honest, on my soul, than one of the Turks’ wenches,
watched by a hundred eunuchs.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> So she had need, for the Turks make them whores.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> He’s a Turk that makes any woman a whore;
he’s no true Christian, I’m sure. I commit your grace.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Infelice.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Here, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Signor Friscobaldo.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Frisking again? Pacheco.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Uds so, Pacheco? we’ll have some sport with this
warrant: ’tis to apprehend all suspected persons in the
house. Besides, there’s one Bots a pander, and one
Madam Horseleech a bawd, that have abused my friend;
those two conies will we ferret into the purse-net.<a name="FNanchor_292_292" id="FNanchor_292_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_292_292" class="fnanchor">[292]</a></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Let me alone for dabbing them o’th’ neck: come,
come.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Do ye hear, gallants? meet me anon at Matheo’s.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Enough.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Th’ old fellow sings that note thou didst before<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only his tunes are, that she is no whore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that she sent his letters and his gifts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of a noble triumph o’er his lust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To show she trampled his assaults in dust.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> ’Tis a good honest servant, that old man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I doubt no less.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> And it may be my husband,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because when once this woman was unmasked,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He levelled all her thoughts, and made them fit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now he’d mar all again, to try his wit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> It may be so too, for to turn a harlot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Honest, it must be by strong antidotes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis rare, as to see panthers change their spots.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when she’s once a star fixed and shines bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though ’twere impiety then to dim her light,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because we see such tapers seldom burn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet ’tis the pride and glory of some men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To change her to a blazing star again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And it may be, Hippolito does no more.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It cannot be but you’re acquainted all<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that same madness of our son-in law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That dotes so on a courtesan.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p>
<p><i>All.</i> Yes, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> All the city thinks he’s a whoremonger.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Yet I warrant he’ll swear no man marks him.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> ’Tis like so, for when a man goes a wenching, it
is as if he had a strong stinking breath, every one smells
him out, yet he feels it not, though it be ranker than the
sweat of sixteen bear warders.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I doubt then you have all those stinking breaths,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">
You might be all smelt out.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Troth, my lord, I think we are all as you ha’
been in your youth when you went a-maying, we all love
to hear the cuckoo sing upon other men’s trees.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> It’s well; yet you confess. But, girl, thy bed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall not be parted with a courtesan.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis strange,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No frown of mine, no frown of the poor lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My abused child, his wife, no care of fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of honour, heaven, or hell, no not that name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of common strumpet, can affright, or woo him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To abandon her; the harlot does undo him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She has bewitched him, robbed him of his shape,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turned him into a beast, his reason’s lost;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You see he looks wild, does he not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> I ha’ noted new moons<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In’s face, my lord, all full of change.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He’s no more like unto Hippolito,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than dead men are to living&mdash;never sleeps,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or if he do, it’s dreams: and in those dreams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His arms work, and then cries, Sweet&mdash;what’s her name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What’s the drab’s name?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ast.</i> In troth, my lord, I know not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know no drabs, not I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Oh, Bellafront!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, catching her fast, cries, My Bellafront!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> A drench that’s able to kill a horse, cannot kill
this disease of smock smelling, my lord, if it have once
eaten deep.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I’ll try all physic, and this medicine first:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have directed warrants strong and peremptory<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To purge our city Milan, and to cure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The outward parts, the suburbs, for the attaching<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all those women, who like gold want weight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cities, like ships, should have no idle freight.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> No, my lord, and light wenches are no idle
freight; but what’s your grace’s reach in this?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> This, Carolo. If she whom my son doats on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be in that muster-book enrolled, he’ll shame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ever t’approach one of such noted name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> But say she be not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Yet on harlots’ heads<br /></span>
<span class="i0">New laws shall fall so heavy, and such blows shall<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give to those that haunt them, that Hippolito<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If not for fear of law, for love to her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If he love truly, shall her bed forbear.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Attach all the light heels i’th’ city, and clap ’em
up? why, my lord, you dive into a well unsearchable: all
the whores within the walls, and without the walls? I
would not be he should meddle with them for ten such
dukedoms; the army that you speak on is able to fill all
the prisons within this city, and to leave not a drinking
room in any tavern besides.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Those only shall be caught that are of note;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Harlots in each street flow:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fish being thus i’th net, ourself will sit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with eye most severe dispose of it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, girl.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Arraign the poor whores!</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> I’ll not miss that sessions.</p>

<p><i>Font.</i> Nor I.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> Nor I, though I hold up my hand there myself.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt260.png" width="350" height="36" alt="decoration" />
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>disguised as
a <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Let who will come, my noble chevalier, I can
but play the kind host, and bid ’em welcome.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> We’ll trouble your house, Matheo, but as Dutchmen
do in taverns, drink, be merry, and be gone.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Indeed, if you be right Dutchmen, if you fall to
drinking, you must be gone.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> The worst is, my wife is not at home; but we’ll
fly high, my generous knight, for all that: there’s no music
when a woman is in the concert.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> No; for she’s like a pair of virginals,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Always with jacks at her tail.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> See, the covey is sprung.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Car.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Save you, gallants.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Happily encountered, sweet bloods.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Gentlemen, you all know Signor Candido, the
linen-draper, he that’s more patient than a brown baker,
upon the day when he heats his oven, and has forty scolds
about him.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Car.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Yes, we know him all, what of him?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Would it not be a good fit of mirth, to make a
piece of English cloth of him, and to stretch him on the
tenters, till the threads of his own natural humour crack,
by making him drink healths, tobacco,<a name="FNanchor_293_293" id="FNanchor_293_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_293_293" class="fnanchor">[293]</a> dance, sing bawdy
songs, or to run any bias according as we think good to
cast him?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> ’Twere a morris-dance worth the seeing.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> But the old fox is so crafty, we shall hardly hunt
him out of his den.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> To that train I ha’ given fire already; and the
hook to draw him hither, is to see certain pieces of lawn,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span>
which I told him I have to sell, and indeed have such;
fetch them down, Pacheco.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Yes, sir, I’m your water-spaniel, and will fetch any
thing&mdash;but I’ll fetch one dish of meat anon shall turn
your stomach, and that’s a constable.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside and exit.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Bots</span> <i>ushering in <span class="antiqua">Mistress</span></i> <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>.</p>


<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Ber.</i>, <i>Fon.</i> How now? how now?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> What gally-foist<a name="FNanchor_294_294" id="FNanchor_294_294"></a><a href="#Footnote_294_294" class="fnanchor">[294]</a> is this?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Peace, two dishes of stewed prunes,<a name="FNanchor_295_295" id="FNanchor_295_295"></a><a href="#Footnote_295_295" class="fnanchor">[295]</a> a bawd and
a pander. My worthy lieutenant Bots; why, now I see
thou’rt a man of thy word, welcome.&mdash;Welcome Mistress
Horseleech: pray, gentlemen, salute this reverend matron.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Thanks to all your worships.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> I bade a drawer send in wine, too: did none
come along with thee, grannam, but the lieutenant?</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> None came along with me but Bots, if it like
your worship.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Who the pox should come along with you but
Bots.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter two <span class="antiqua">Vintners</span> with wine.</i></p>


<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Car.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Oh brave! march fair.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Are you come? that’s well.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Here’s ordnance able to sack a city.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Come, repeat, read this inventory.</p>

<p><i>1st Vint.</i> <i>Imprimis</i>, a pottle of Greek wine, a pottle of
Peter-sameene,<a name="FNanchor_296_296" id="FNanchor_296_296"></a><a href="#Footnote_296_296" class="fnanchor">[296]</a> a pottle of Charnico,<a name="FNanchor_297_297" id="FNanchor_297_297"></a><a href="#Footnote_297_297" class="fnanchor">[297]</a> and a pottle of
Leatica.<a name="FNanchor_298_298" id="FNanchor_298_298"></a><a href="#Footnote_298_298" class="fnanchor">[298]</a></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> You’re paid?</p>

<p><i>2nd Vint.</i> Yes, Sir.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">Vintners</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> So shall some of us be anon, I fear.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Here’s a hot day towards: but zounds, this is
the life out of which a soldier sucks sweetness! when
this artillery goes off roundly, some must drop to the
ground: cannon, demi-cannon, saker, and basilisk.<a name="FNanchor_299_299" id="FNanchor_299_299"></a><a href="#Footnote_299_299" class="fnanchor">[299]</a></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Give fire, lieutenant.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> So, so: Must I venture first upon the breach?
to you all, gallants: Bots sets upon you all.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Car.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> It’s hard, Bots, if we pepper not you, as
well as you pepper us.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> My noble linen-draper!&mdash;some wine!&mdash;Welcome
old lad!</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> You’re welcome, signor.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> These lawns, sir?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Presently; my man is gone for them: we ha’
rigged a fleet, you see here, to sail about the world.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> A dangerous voyage, sailing in such ships.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> There’s no casting over board yet.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Because you are an old lady, I will have you be
acquainted with this grave citizen, pray bestow your lips
upon him, and bid him welcome.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Any citizen shall be most welcome to me:&mdash;I
have used to buy ware at your shop.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> It may be so, good madam.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Your prentices know my dealings well; I
trust your good wife be in good case: if it please you,
bear her a token from my lips, by word of mouth.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kisses him.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I pray no more; forsooth, ’tis very well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indeed I love no sweetmeats:&mdash;Sh’as a breath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stinks worse than fifty polecats. [<i>Aside.</i>] Sir, a word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is she a lady?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> A woman of a good house, and an ancient, she’s
a bawd.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> A bawd? Sir, I’ll steal hence, and see your lawns<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some other time.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Steal out of such company? Pacheco, my man
is but gone for ’em: Lieutenant Bots, drink to this worthy
old fellow, and teach him to fly high.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Swagger: and make him do’t on his
knees.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> How, Bots? now bless me, what do I with Bots?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No wine in sooth, no wine, good Master Bots.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Gray-beard, goat’s pizzle: ’tis a health, have
this in your guts, or this, there [<i>Touching his sword.</i>] I
will sing a bawdy song, sir, because your verjuice face is
melancholy, to make liquor go down glib. Will you fall
on your marrowbones, and pledge this health? ’Tis to
my mistress, a whore.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Here’s ratsbane upon ratsbane, Master Bots;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray, sir, pardon me: you are a soldier,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Press me not to this service, I am old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shoot not in such pot-guns.<a name="FNanchor_300_300" id="FNanchor_300_300"></a><a href="#Footnote_300_300" class="fnanchor">[300]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bots.</i> Cap. I’ll teach you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> To drink healths, is to drink sickness&mdash;gentlemen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray rescue me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Zounds, who dare?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> We shall ha’ stabbing then?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I ha’ reckonings to cast up, good Master Bots.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> This will make you cast ’em up better.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Why does your hand shake so?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> The palsy, signor, danceth in my blood.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Pipe with a pox, sir, then, or I’ll make your
blood dance&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Hold, hold, good Master Bots, I drink.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i><a name="FNanchor_301_301" id="FNanchor_301_301"></a><a href="#Footnote_301_301" class="fnanchor">[301]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Lod.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> To whom?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> To the old countess there.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks.</i></span></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> To me, old boy? this is he that never drunk
wine! Once again to’t.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> With much ado the poison is got down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I can scarce get up; never before<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drank I a whore’s health, nor will never more.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>with lawns</i>.</p>


<p><i>Mat.</i> Hast been at gallows?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Yes, sir, for I make account to suffer to day.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Look, signor; here’s the commodity.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Your price?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Thus.<a name="FNanchor_302_302" id="FNanchor_302_302"></a><a href="#Footnote_302_302" class="fnanchor">[302]</a></p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> No: too dear: thus.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> No: O fie, you must fly higher: yet take ’em
home, trifles shall not make us quarrel, we’ll agree, you
shall have them, and a pennyworth; I’ll fetch money at
your shop.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Be it so, good signor, send me going.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Going? a deep bowl of wine for Signor Candido.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> He would be going.</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> I’ll rather stay than go so: stop your bowl.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Constable</span> and <span class="antiqua">Billmen</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> How now?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Is’t Shrove-Tuesday, that these ghosts walk?<a name="FNanchor_303_303" id="FNanchor_303_303"></a><a href="#Footnote_303_303" class="fnanchor">[303]</a></p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> What’s your business, sir?</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> From the duke: you are the man we look for,
signor. I have warrant here from the duke, to apprehend
you upon felony for robbing two pedlars: I charge you
i’th’ duke’s name go quickly.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Is the wind turned? Well: this is that old wolf,
my father-in-law:&mdash;seek out your mistress, sirrah.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Yes, Sir,&mdash;as shafts by piecing are made strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall thy life be straightened by this wrong.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside and exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> In troth, we are sorry.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Brave men must be crossed; pish, it’s but fortune’s
dice roving against me. Come, sir, pray use me like a
gentleman; let me not be carried through the streets like
a pageant.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> If these gentlemen please, you shall go along
with them.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Be’t so: come.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> What are you, sir?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> I, sir? sometimes a figure, sometimes a cipher,
as the State has occasion to cast up her accounts: I’m a
soldier.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> Your name is Bots, is’t not?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Bots is my name; Bots is known to this company.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> I know you are, sir: what’s she?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> A gentlewoman, my mother.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> Take ’em both along.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Me, sir?</p>

<p><i>Billmen.</i> Ay, sir!</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> If he swagger, raise the street.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Gentlemen, gentlemen, whither will you drag
us?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> To the garden house. Bots, are we even with
you?</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> To Bridewell with ’em.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> You will answer this.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> Better than a challenge. I’ve warrant for my
work, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> We’ll go before.</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> Pray do.&mdash;</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Matheo</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>, <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>,
<span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>; <span class="smcap">Bots</span>
<i>and <span class="antiqua">Mistress</span></i> <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Billmen</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who, Signor Candido? a citizen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of your degree consorted thus, and revelling<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In such a house?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Why, sir? what house, I pray?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> Lewd, and defamed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Is’t so? thanks, sir: I’m gone.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Const.</i> What have you there?</p>

<p><i>Cand.</i> Lawns which I bought, sir, of the gentleman
that keeps the house.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> And I have warrant here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To search for such stol’n ware: these lawns are stol’n.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Indeed!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> So he’s the thief, you the receiver:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m sorry for this chance, I must commit you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Me, sir, for what?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> These goods are found upon you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And you must answer’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Must I so?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> Most certain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> I’ll send for bail.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> I dare not: yet because<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are a citizen of worth, you shall not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be made a pointing stock, but without guard,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pass only with myself.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> To Bridewell too?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> No remedy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Yes, patience: being not mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They had me once to Bedlam, now I’m drawn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Bridewell, loving no whores.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> You will buy lawn!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt267.png" width="150" height="100" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p>




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</div>




<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Street.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter at one side</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>; <i>at the other</i>, <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>,
<span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt268b.png" width="136" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Lod.</span> Yonder’s the Lord Hippolito; by
any means leave him and me together;
now will I turn him to a
madman.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i>, <i>Car.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Save you my lord.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt all except</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>
<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> I ha’ strange news to tell you.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> What are they?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Your mare’s i’th’ pound.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> How’s this?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Your nightingale is in a limebush.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Ha?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Your puritanical honest whore sits in a blue
gown.<a name="FNanchor_304_304" id="FNanchor_304_304"></a><a href="#Footnote_304_304" class="fnanchor">[304]</a></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Blue gown!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> She’ll chalk out your way to her now: she beats
chalk.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Where? who dares?&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Do you know the brick-house of castigation, by
the river side<a name="FNanchor_305_305" id="FNanchor_305_305"></a><a href="#Footnote_305_305" class="fnanchor">[305]</a> that runs by Milan,&mdash;the school where
they pronounce no letter well but O?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I know it not.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Any man that has borne office of constable, or
any woman that has fallen from a horse-load to a cart-load,<a name="FNanchor_306_306" id="FNanchor_306_306"></a><a href="#Footnote_306_306" class="fnanchor">[306]</a>
or like an old hen that has had none but rotten
eggs in her nest, can direct you to her: there you shall
see your punk amongst her back-friends.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There you may have her at your will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For there she beats chalk, or grinds in the mill<a name="FNanchor_307_307" id="FNanchor_307_307"></a><a href="#Footnote_307_307" class="fnanchor">[307]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a whip deedle, deedle, deedle, deedle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ah little monkey.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Hip.</i> What rogue durst serve that warrant, knowing I
loved her?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Some worshipful rascal, I lay my life.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> I’ll beat the lodgings down about their ears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That are her keepers.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> So you may bring an old house over her head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip</i>. I’ll to her&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll to her, stood armed fiends to guard the doors.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Lod.</i> Oh me! what monsters are men made by whores!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If this false fire do kindle him, there’s one faggot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More to the bonfire. Now to my Bridewell birds;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What song will they sing?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt269.png" width="400" height="43" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>An Apartment in Bridewell.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Duke</span>, <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>, <span class="smcap">Carolo</span>, <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, <span class="smcap">Beraldo</span>,
<span class="smcap">Fontinell</span>, <i>and several <span class="antiqua">Masters of Bridewell</span></i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your Bridewell? that the name? for beauty, strength,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Capacity and form of ancient building,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Besides the river’s neighbourhood, few houses<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein we keep our court can better it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Hither from foreign courts have princes come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with our duke did acts of State commence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here that great cardinal had first audience,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grave Campayne; that duke dead, his son<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That famous prince gave free possession<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of this, his palace, to the citizens,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be the poor man’s ware-house; and endowed it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With lands to the value of seven hundred marks,<a name="FNanchor_308_308" id="FNanchor_308_308"></a><a href="#Footnote_308_308" class="fnanchor">[308]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all the bedding and the furniture, once proper,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the lands then were, to an hospital<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Belonging to a Duke of Savoy. Thus<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune can toss the world; a prince’s court<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is thus a prison now.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> ’Tis Fortune’s sport:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These changes common are: the wheel of fate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turns kingdoms up, till they fall desolate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But how are these seven hundred marks by th’ year<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Employed in this your work-house?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> War and peace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feed both upon those lands: when the iron doors<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of war burst open, from this house are sent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men furnished in all martial complement.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The moon hath thorough her bow scarce drawn to th’ head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to twelve silver arrows, all the months,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since sixteen hundred soldiers went abroad.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here providence and charity play such parts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The house is like a very school of arts,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span>
<span class="i0">For when our soldiers, like ships driven from sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With ribs all broken, and with tattered sides,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cast anchor here again, their ragged backs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How often do we cover! that, like men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They may be sent to their own homes again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All here are but one swarm of bees, and strive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bring with wearied thighs honey to the hive.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sturdy beggar, and the lazy loon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gets here hard hands, or laced correction.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The vagabond grows staid, and learns t’obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The drone is beaten well, and sent away.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As other prisons are, some for the thief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some, by which undone credit gets relief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From bridled debtors; others for the poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So this is for the bawd, the rogue, the whore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> An excellent team of horse!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Nor is it seen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That the whip draws blood here, to cool the spleen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of any rugged bencher; nor does offence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feel smart on spiteful, or rash evidence:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But pregnant testimony forth must stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere justice leave them in the beadle’s hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As iron, on the anvil are they laid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not to take blows alone, but to be made<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fashioned to some charitable use.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thus wholsom’st laws spring from the worst abuse.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orlando</span>, <i>disguised as a <span class="antiqua">Serving-man</span>, and</i>
<span class="smcap">Bellafront</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Let mercy touch your heart-strings, gracious lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That it may sound like music in the ear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a man desperate, being i’th’ hands of law.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> His name?</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Matheo.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> For a robbery? where is he?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> In this house.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">2nd Master</span></i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Fetch you him hither&mdash;Is<br /></span>
<span class="i0">this the party?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> This is the hen, my lord, that the cock with the
lordly comb, your son-in-law, would crow over, and
tread.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Are your two servants ready?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> My two pedlars are packed together, my good lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> ’Tis well: this day in judgment shall be spent:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vice, like a wound lanced, mends by punishment.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Let me be gone, my lord, or stand unseen;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis rare when a judge strikes, and that none die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’tis unfit then women should be by.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> We’ll place you, lady, in some private room.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Pray do so.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with <span class="antiqua">1st Master</span>, who returns
alone.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Thus nice dames swear, it is unfit their eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should view men carved up for anatomies,<a name="FNanchor_309_309" id="FNanchor_309_309"></a><a href="#Footnote_309_309" class="fnanchor">[309]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet they’ll see all, so they may stand unseen;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many women sure will sin behind a screen.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Your son, the Lord Hippolito, is entered.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Tell him we wish his presence. A word, Sforza;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On what wings flew he hither?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i> These&mdash;I told him his lark whom he loved, was a
Bridewell-bird; he’s mad that this cage should hold her,
and is come to let her out.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> ’Tis excellent: away, go call him hither.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>.</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter on one side <span class="antiqua">2nd Master</span> and</i> <span class="smcap">Bellafront</span> <i>with</i>
<span class="smcap">Matheo</span>, <i>and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span></i>; <i>on the other</i>, <span class="smcap">Lodovico</span>
<i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Hippolito</span>. <span class="smcap">Orlando</span> <i>goes out, and returns
with two of his <span class="antiqua">Servants</span> disguised as <span class="antiqua">Pedlars</span></i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> You are to us a stranger, worthy lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis strange to see you here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> It is most fit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That where the sun goes, atomies<a name="FNanchor_310_310" id="FNanchor_310_310"></a><a href="#Footnote_310_310" class="fnanchor">[310]</a> follow it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Atomies neither shape, nor honour bear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be you yourself, a sunbeam to shine clear.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is this the gentleman? Stand forth and hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your accusation.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I’ll hear none: I fly high in that: rather than
kites shall seize upon me, and pick out mine eyes to my
face, I’ll strike my talons through mine own heart first,
and spit my blood in theirs. I am here for shriving
those two fools of their sinful pack: when those jackdaws
have cawed over me, then must I cry guilty, or not guilty;
the law has work enough already and therefore I’ll
put no work of mine into his hands; the hangman shall
ha’t first; I did pluck those ganders, did rob them.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> ’Tis well done to confess.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Confess and be hanged, and then I fly high, is’t
not so? That for that; a gallows is the worst rub that a
good bowler can meet with; I stumbled against such a
post, else this night I had played the part of a true son
in these days, undone my father-in-law; with him would
I ha’ run at leap-frog, and come over his gold, though I
had broke his neck for’t: but the poor salmon-trout is
now in the net.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> And now the law must teach you to fly high.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Right, my lord, and then may you fly low; no
more words:&mdash;a mouse, mum, you are stopped.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Be good to my poor husband, dear my lords.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> Ass!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Why shouldst thou pray them to be good to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When no man here is good to one another?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Did any hand work in this theft but yours?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Mat.</i> O, yes, my lord, yes:&mdash;the hangman has never
one son at a birth, his children always come by couples:
though I cannot give the old dog, my father, a bone
to gnaw, the daughter shall be sure of a choke-pear.<a name="FNanchor_311_311" id="FNanchor_311_311"></a><a href="#Footnote_311_311" class="fnanchor">[311]</a>
Yes, my lord, there was one more that fiddled my fine
pedlars, and that was my wife.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Alas, I?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> O everlasting, supernatural superlative villain!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Duke</i>, <i>Lod.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Your wife, Matheo?</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Sure it cannot be.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> Oh, sir, you love no quarters of mutton that
hang up, you love none but whole mutton. She set the
robbery, I performed it; she spurred me on, I galloped
away.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> My lords,&mdash;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> My lords,&mdash;fellow, give me speech,&mdash;if my poor life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May ransom thine, I yield it to the law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hurt’st thy soul, yet wip’st off no offence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By casting blots upon my innocence:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not these spare me, but tell truth: no, see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who slips his neck out of the misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though not out of the mischief: let thy servant<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That shared in this base act, accuse me here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should my husband perish, he go clear?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> A good child, hang thine own father!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Old fellow, was thy hand in too?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> My hand was in the pie, my lord, I confess it:
my mistress, I see, will bring me to the gallows, and so
leave me; but I’ll not leave her so: I had rather hang
in a woman’s company, than in a man’s; because if we
should go to hell together, I should scarce be letten in,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span>
for all the devils are afraid to have any women come
amongst them. As I am true thief, she neither consented
to this felony, nor knew of it.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> What fury prompts thee on to kill thy wife?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> It is my humour, sir, ’tis a foolish bag-pipe that
I make myself merry with: why should I eat hemp-seed
at the hangman’s thirteen-pence halfpenny<a name="FNanchor_312_312" id="FNanchor_312_312"></a><a href="#Footnote_312_312" class="fnanchor">[312]</a> ordinary, and
have this whore laugh at me, as I swing, as I totter?</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Is she a whore?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> A six-penny mutton pasty, for any to cut up.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Ah, toad, toad, toad.</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> A barber’s cittern<a name="FNanchor_313_313" id="FNanchor_313_313"></a><a href="#Footnote_313_313" class="fnanchor">[313]</a> for every serving-man to play
upon; that lord, your son, knows it.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> I, sir? Am I her bawd then?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> No, sir, but she’s your whore then.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Yea, spider; dost catch at great flies?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> My whore?</p>

<p><i>Mat.</i> I cannot talk, sir, and tell of your rems and your
rees and your whirligigs and devices: but, my lord, I found
’em like sparrows in one nest, billing together, and bulling
of me. I took ’em in bed, was ready to kill him, was
up to stab her&mdash;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Close thy rank jaws:&mdash;pardon me, I am vexed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art a villain, a malicious devil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deep as the place where thou art lost, thou liest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since I am thus far got into this storm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll through, and thou shall see I’ll through untouched,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou shalt perish in it.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Infelice</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> ’Tis my cue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To enter now.&mdash;Room! let my prize<a name="FNanchor_314_314" id="FNanchor_314_314"></a><a href="#Footnote_314_314" class="fnanchor">[314]</a> be played;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ha’ lurked in clouds, yet heard what all have said;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What jury more can prove sh’as wronged my bed,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Than her own husband; she must be punishèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I challenge law, my lord; letters and gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And jewels from my lord that woman took.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Against that black-mouthed devil, against letters and gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And against a jealous wife, I do uphold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus far her reputation; I could sooner<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shake th’ Appenine, and crumble rocks to dust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than, though Jove’s shower rained down, tempt her to lust.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bel.</i> What shall I say?</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> [<i>Throwing off his disguise.</i>] Say thou art not a
whore, and that’s more than fifteen women amongst five
hundred dare swear without lying: this shalt thou say&mdash;no,
let me say’t for thee&mdash;thy husband’s a knave, this
lord’s an honest man; thou art no punk, this lady’s a
right lady. Pacheco is a thief as his master is, but old
Orlando is as true a man as thy father is. I ha’ seen you
fly high, sir, and I ha’ seen you fly low, sir, and to keep
you from the gallows, sir, a blue coat have I worn, and a
thief did I turn. Mine own men are the pedlars, my
twenty pounds did fly high, sir, your wife’s gown did fly
low, sir: whither fly you now, sir? you ha’ scaped the
gallows, to the devil you fly next, sir. Am I right, my
liege?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your father has the true physician played.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Mat.</i> And I am now his patient.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> And be so still;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis a good sign when our cheeks blush at ill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Const.</i> The linen-draper, Signor Candido,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He whom the city terms the patient man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is likewise here for buying of those lawns<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pedlars lost.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Alas, good Candido!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Fetch him [<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Constable</span></i>] and when these payments up are cast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weigh out your light gold, but let’s have them last.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Candido</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>, who presently goes out</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> In Bridewell, Candido?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> Yes, my good lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What make you here?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> My lord, what make you here?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I’m here to save right, and to drive wrong hence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> And I to bear wrong here with patience.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> You ha’ bought stol’n goods.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> So they do say, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet bought I them upon a gentleman’s word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I imagine now, as I thought then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That there be thieves, but no thieves, gentlemen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Hip.</i> Your credit’s cracked, being here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cand.</i> No more than gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being cracked, which does his estimation hold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was in Bedlam once, but was I mad?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They made me pledge whores’ healths, but am I bad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because I’m with bad people?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Well, stand by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you take wrong, we’ll cure the injury.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>, after him</i> <span class="smcap">Bots</span>, <i>then two <span class="antiqua">Beadles</span>, one
with hemp, the other with a beetle</i>.<a name="FNanchor_315_315" id="FNanchor_315_315"></a><a href="#Footnote_315_315" class="fnanchor">[315]</a></p>


<p><i>Duke.</i> Stay, stay, what’s he? a prisoner?</p>

<p><i>Const.</i> Yes, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> He seems a soldier?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> I am what I seem, sir, one of fortune’s bastards,
a soldier and a gentleman, and am brought in here with
master constable’s band of billmen, because they face me
down that I live, like those that keep bowling alleys, by
the sins of the people, in being a squire of the body.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Oh, an apple-squire.<a name="FNanchor_316_316" id="FNanchor_316_316"></a><a href="#Footnote_316_316" class="fnanchor">[316]</a></p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Yes, sir, that degree of scurvy squires; and that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span>
I am maintained by the best part that is commonly in a
woman, by the worst players of those parts; but I am
known to all this company.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> My lord, ’tis true, we all know him, ’tis Lieutenant
Bots.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Bots, and where ha’ you served, Bots?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> In most of your hottest services in the Low-countries:
at the Groyne I was wounded in this thigh,
and halted upon’t, but ’tis now sound. In Cleveland I
missed but little, having the bridge of my nose broken
down with two great stones, as I was scaling a fort. I
ha’ been tried, sir, too, in Gelderland, and ’scaped hardly
there from being blown up at a breach: I was fired, and
lay i’ th’ surgeon’s hands for’t, till the fall of the leaf
following.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> All this may be, and yet you no soldier.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> No soldier, sir? I hope these are services that
your proudest commanders do venture upon, and never
come off sometimes.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Well, sir, because you say you are a soldier,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll use you like a gentleman.&mdash;Make room there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plant him amongst you; we shall have anon<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strange hawks fly here before us: if none light<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On you, you shall with freedom take your flight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if you prove a bird of baser wing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll use you like such birds, here you shall sing.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Bots.</i> I wish to be tried at no other weapon.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Why, is he furnished with those implements?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Master.</i> The pander is more dangerous to a State,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than is the common thief; and though our laws<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lie heavier on the thief, yet that the pander<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May know the hangman’s ruff should fit him too,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore he’s set to beat hemp.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> This does savour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of justice; basest slaves to basest labour.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now pray, set open hell, and let us see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The she-devils that are here.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Inf.</i> Methinks this place<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should make e’en Lais honest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Some it turns good,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as some men, whose hands are once in blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do in a pride spill more, so, some going hence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are, by being here, lost in more impudence.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let it not to them, when they come, appear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That any one does as their judge sit here:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that as gentlemen you come to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then perhaps their tongues will walk more free.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Let them be marshalled in.&mdash;[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and
<span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span>, <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>, and <span class="antiqua">Beadles</span>.</i>]&mdash;Be covered all,
Fellows, now to make the scene more comical.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Will not you be smelt out, Bots?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> No, your bravest whores have the worse noses.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and <span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span> and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>, then</i>
<span class="smcap">Dorothea Target</span>, <i>brave</i><a name="FNanchor_317_317" id="FNanchor_317_317"></a><a href="#Footnote_317_317" class="fnanchor">[317]</a>; <i>after her two <span class="antiqua">Beadles</span>,
the one with a wheel, the other with a blue gown</i>.</p>


<p><i>Lod.</i> Are not you a bride, forsooth?</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Say ye?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> He would know if these be not your bridemen.</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Vuh! yes, sir: and look ye, do you see? the
bride-laces that I give at my wedding, will serve to tie
rosemary to both your coffins when you come from
hanging&mdash;Scab!</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Fie, punk, fie, fie, fie!</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Out, you stale, stinking head of garlic, foh, at my
heels.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> My head’s cloven.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> O, let the gentlewoman alone, she’s going to
shrift.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> Nay, to do penance.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Ay, ay, go, punk, go to the cross and be whipt.</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Marry mew, marry muff,<a name="FNanchor_318_318" id="FNanchor_318_318"></a><a href="#Footnote_318_318" class="fnanchor">[318]</a> marry, hang you, goodman
dog: whipt? do ye take me for a base spittle-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>whore?
In troth, gentlemen, you wear the clothes of
gentlemen, but you carry not the minds of gentlemen, to
abuse a gentlewoman of my fashion.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Fashion? pox a’ your fashions! art not a whore?</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Goodman slave.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> O fie, abuse her not, let us two talk,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What might I call your name, pray?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dor.</i> I’m not ashamed of my name, sir; my name is
Mistress Doll Target, a Western gentlewoman.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Her target against any pike in Milan.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Why is this wheel borne after her?</p>

<p><i>1st Mast.</i> She must spin.</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> A coarse thread it shall be, as all threads are.</p>

<p><i>Ast.</i> If you spin, then you’ll earn money here too?</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> I had rather get half-a-crown abroad, than ten
crowns here.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Abroad? I think so.</p>

<p><i>Inf.</i> Dost thou not weep now thou art here?</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Say ye? weep? yes, forsooth, as you did when
you lost your maidenhead: do you not hear how I
weep?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Sings.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Farewell, Doll.</p>

<p><i>Dor.</i> Farewell, dog.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Past shame: past penitence! Why is that blue
gown?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Being stript out of her wanton loose attire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That garment she puts on, base to the eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only to clothe her in humility.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Are all the rest like this?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> No, my good lord.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You see, this drab swells with a wanton rein,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The next that enters has a different strain.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Variety is good, let’s see the rest.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and <span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span> and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Your grace sees I’m sound yet, and no bullets
hit me.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Come off so, and ’tis well.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Here’s the second mess.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and <span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span> and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>, then</i> <span class="smcap">Penelope
Whorehound</span>, <i>dressed like a <span class="antiqua">Citizen’s Wife</span>;
her two <span class="antiqua">Beadles</span>, one with a blue gown, another with
chalk and a mallet</i>.</p>


<p><i>Pen.</i> I ha’ worn many a costly gown, but I was never
thus guarded<a name="FNanchor_319_319" id="FNanchor_319_319"></a><a href="#Footnote_319_319" class="fnanchor">[319]</a> with blue coats, and beadles, and constables,
and&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Alas, fair mistress, spoil not thus your eyes.</p>

<p><i>Pen.</i> Oh, sweet sir, I fear the spoiling of other places
about me that are dearer than my eyes; if you be gentlemen,
if you be men, or ever came of a woman, pity my
case! stand to me, stick to me, good sir, you are an old
man.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Hang not on me, I prithee, old trees bear no
such fruit.</p>

<p><i>Pen.</i> Will you bail me, gentlemen?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Bail thee? art in for debt?</p>

<p><i>Pen.</i> No; God is my judge, sir, I am in for no debts;
I paid my tailor for this gown, the last five shillings a-week
that was behind, yesterday.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> What is your name, I pray?</p>

<p><i>Pen.</i> Penelope Whorehound, I come of the Whorehounds.
How does Lieutenant Bots?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Aha, Bots!</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> A very honest woman, as I’m a soldier&mdash;a pox
Bots ye.</p>

<p><i>Pen.</i> I was never in this pickle before; and yet if I go
amongst citizens’ wives, they jeer at me; if I go among
the loose-bodied gowns,<a name="FNanchor_320_320" id="FNanchor_320_320"></a><a href="#Footnote_320_320" class="fnanchor">[320]</a> they cry a pox on me, because
I go civilly attired, and swear their trade was a good
trade, till such as I am took it out of their hands. Good
Lieutenant Bots, speak to these captains to bail me.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Begging for bail still? you are a trim gossip;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Go give her the blue gown, set her to her chare.<a name="FNanchor_321_321" id="FNanchor_321_321"></a><a href="#Footnote_321_321" class="fnanchor">[321]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Work huswife, for your bread, away.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Pen.</i> Out, you dog!&mdash;a pox on you all!&mdash;women are
born to curse thee&mdash;but I shall live to see twenty such
flat-caps shaking dice for a penny-worth of pippins&mdash;out,
you blue-eyed rogue.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Ha, ha, ha.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Even now she wept, and prayed; now does she curse?</p>

<p><i>1st Mast.</i> Seeing me; if still sh’ had stayed, this had
been worse.</p>

<p><i>Hip.</i> Was she ever here before?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> Five times at least,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus if men come to her, have her eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wrung, and wept out her bail.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Bots, you know her?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Is there any gentleman here, that knows not a
whore, and is he a hair the worse for that?</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Is she a city-dame, she’s so attired?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> No, my good lord, that’s only but the veil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To her loose body, I have seen her here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In gayer masking suits, as several sauces<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give one dish several tastes, so change of habits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In whores is a bewitching art: to day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s all in colours to besot gallants, then<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In modest black, to catch the citizen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this from their examination’s drawn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now shall you see a monster both in shape<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And nature quite from these, that sheds no tear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet is nice, ’tis a plain ramping bear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many such whales are cast upon this shore.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Duke</i>, <i>Lod.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Let’s see her.</p>

<p><i>1st Mast.</i> Then behold a swaggering whore.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and <span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span> and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Keep your ground, Bots.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> I do but traverse to spy advantage how to arm
myself.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">1st</span> and <span class="antiqua">2nd Masters</span> and <span class="antiqua">Constable</span>; after them a
<span class="antiqua">Beadle</span> beating a basin,<a name="FNanchor_322_322" id="FNanchor_322_322"></a><a href="#Footnote_322_322" class="fnanchor">[322]</a> then</i> <span class="smcap">Catherina Bountinall</span>,
<i>with <span class="antiqua">Mistress</span></i> <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span>; <i>after them another
<span class="antiqua">Beadle</span> with a blue head guarded<a name="FNanchor_323_323" id="FNanchor_323_323"></a><a href="#Footnote_323_323" class="fnanchor">[323]</a> with yellow</i>.</p>


<p><i>Cat.</i> Sirrah, when I cry hold your hands, hold, you
rogue-catcher, hold:&mdash;Bawd, are the French chilblains
in your heels, that you can come no faster? Are not
you, bawd, a whore’s ancient,<a name="FNanchor_324_324" id="FNanchor_324_324"></a><a href="#Footnote_324_324" class="fnanchor">[324]</a> and must not I follow my
colours?</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> O Mistress Catherine, you do me wrong to
accuse me here as you do, before the right worshipful.
I am known for a motherly, honest woman, and no bawd.</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> Marry foh, honest? burnt<a name="FNanchor_325_325" id="FNanchor_325_325"></a><a href="#Footnote_325_325" class="fnanchor">[325]</a> at fourteen, seven times
whipt, five times carted, nine times ducked, searched by
some hundred and fifty constables, and yet you are
honest? Honest Mistress Horseleech, is this world a
world to keep bawds and whores honest? How many
times hast thou given gentlemen a quart of wine in a
gallon pot? how many twelve-penny fees, nay two
shillings fees, nay, when any ambassadors ha’ been here,
how many half-crown fees hast thou taken? How many
carriers hast thou bribed for country wenches? how often
have I rinsed your lungs in <i>aqua vitæ</i>, and yet you are
honest?</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> And what were you the whilst?</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> Marry hang you, master slave, who made you an
examiner?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> Well said! belike this devil spares no man.</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> What art thou, prithee?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Bots</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Nay, what art thou, prithee?</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> A whore, art thou a thief?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> A thief, no, I defy<a name="FNanchor_326_326" id="FNanchor_326_326"></a><a href="#Footnote_326_326" class="fnanchor">[326]</a> the calling; I am a soldier,
have borne arms in the field, been in many a hot skirmish,
yet come off sound.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> Sound, with a pox to ye, ye abominable rogue!
you a soldier? you in skirmishes? where? amongst
pottle pots in a bawdy-house? Look, look here, you
Madam Wormeaten, do you not know him?</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Lieutenant Bots, where have ye been this
many a day?</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Old bawd, do not discredit me, seem not to
know me.</p>

<p><i>Mis. H.</i> Not to know ye, Master Bots? as long as I
have breath, I cannot forget thy sweet face.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Why, do you know him? he says he is a soldier.</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> He a soldier? a pander, a dog that will lick up
sixpence: do ye hear, you master swines’-snout, how
long is’t since you held the door for me, and cried to’t
again, No body comes! ye rogue, you?</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i>, <i>Ast.</i>, <i>&amp;c.</i> Ha, ha, ha! you’re smelt out again, Bots.</p>

<p><i>Bots.</i> Pox ruin her nose for’t! an I be not revenged
for this&mdash;um, ye bitch!</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> D’ye hear ye, madam? why does your ladyship
swagger thus? you’re very brave,<a name="FNanchor_327_327" id="FNanchor_327_327"></a><a href="#Footnote_327_327" class="fnanchor">[327]</a> methinks.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cat.</i> Not at your cost, master cod’s-head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is any man here blear-eyed to see me brave?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Ast.</i> Yes, I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because good clothes upon a whore’s back<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is like fair painting upon a rotten wall.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cat.</i> Marry muff master whoremaster, you come upon
me with sentences.</p>

<p><i>Ber.</i> By this light, has small sense for’t.</p>

<p><i>Lod.</i> O fie, fie, do not vex her! And yet methinks a
creature of more scurvy conditions should not know what
a good petticoat were.</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> Marry come out, you’re so busy about my petticoat,
you’ll creep up to my placket, an ye could but
attain the honour: but an the outsides offend your rogueships,
look o’the lining, ’tis silk.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Is’t silk ’tis lined with, then?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Cat.</i> Silk? Ay, silk, master slave, you would be glad
to wipe your nose with the skirt on’t. This ’tis to come
among a company of cod’s-heads<a name="FNanchor_328_328" id="FNanchor_328_328"></a><a href="#Footnote_328_328" class="fnanchor">[328]</a> that know not how to
use a gentlewoman.</p>

<p><i>Duke.</i> Tell her the duke is here.</p>

<p><i>1st Mast.</i> Be modest, Kate, the duke is here.</p>

<p><i>Cat.</i> If the devil were here, I care not: set forward,
ye rogues, and give attendance according to your places!
Let bawds and whores be sad, for I’ll sing an the devil
were a-dying.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with <span class="antiqua">Mistress</span></i> <span class="smcap">Horseleech</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Beadles</span></i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Why before her does the basin ring?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st Mast.</i> It is an emblem of their revelling,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The whips we use let forth their wanton blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Making them calm; and more to calm their pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Instead of coaches they in carts do ride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will your grace see more of this bad ware?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> No, shut up shop, we’ll now break up the fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet ere we part&mdash;you, sir, that take upon ye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The name of soldier, that true name of worth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, action, not vain boasting, best sets forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To let you know how far a soldier’s name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stands from your title, and to let you see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soldiers must not be wronged where princes be:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This be your sentence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Defend yourself, Bots.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> First, all the private sufferance that the house<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inflicts upon offenders, you, as the basest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall undergo it double, after which<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You shall be whipt, sir, round about the city,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then banished from the land.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bots.</i> Beseech, your grace!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Away with him, see it done, panders and whores<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are city-plagues which being kept alive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nothing that looks like goodness ere can thrive.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now good Orlando, what say you to your bad son-in-law?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Marry this, my lord, he is my son-in-law, and in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
law will I be his father: for if law can pepper him, he
shall be so parboiled, that he shall stink no more i’ th’
nose of the common-wealth.</p>

<p><i>Bell.</i> Be yet more kind and merciful, good father.</p>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Dost thou beg for him, thou precious man’s meat,
thou? has he not beaten thee, kicked thee, trod on thee,
and dost thou fawn on him like his spaniel? has he not
pawned thee to thy petticoat, sold thee to thy smock,
made ye leap at a crust, yet wouldst have me save him?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Bell.</i> Oh yes, good sir, women shall learn of me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To love their husbands in greatest misery;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then show him pity, or you wreck myself.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Orl.</i> Have ye eaten pigeons, that you’re so kind-hearted
to your mate? Nay, you’re a couple of wild
bears, I’ll have ye both baited at one stake: but as for
this knave, the gallows is thy due, and the gallows thou
shall have, I’ll have justice of the duke, the law shall have
thy life&mdash;What, dost thou hold him? let go, his hand. If
thou dost not forsake him, a father’s everlasting blessing
fall upon both your heads! Away, go, kiss out of my
sight, play thou the whore no more, nor thou the thief
again; my house shall be thine, my meat shall be thine,
and so shall my wine, but my money shall be mine,
and yet when I die, so thou dost not fly high, take all;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet, good Matheo, mend.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus for joy weeps Orlando, and doth end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Then hear, Matheo: all your woes are stayed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By your good father-in-law: all your ills<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are clear purged from you by his working pills.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, Signor Candido, these green young wits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We see by circumstance, this plot have laid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still to provoke thy patience, which they find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wall of brass; no armour’s like the mind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast taught the city patience, now our court<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be thy sphere, where from thy good report,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rumours this truth unto the world shall sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A patient man’s a pattern for a king.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span></span>
</div>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p>




<h2 title="THE PLEASANT COMEDY OF OLD FORTUNATUS.">
<span class="hide">THE PLEASANT COMEDY OF OLD FORTUNATUS.</span></h2>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p>




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<p class="drop-capi2"><i><span class="smcap">The</span> Pleasant Comedy of Old Fortunatus</i>
was first published in 1600, having been
produced at Court on the Christmas
before. The play as it stands is an
amplification and a recast of an earlier
play, <i>The First Part of Fortunatus</i>,
which had been performed at Henslowe’s Theatre about four
years previously. This had long been laid aside, when the
idea seems to have occurred to Henslowe to revive it in
fuller form, and Dekker was commissioned to write a second
part, with the result that he recast the whole in one play
instead, adding the episode of the sons of Fortunatus to the
original version. So far, the whole play was taken from the
same source, the old <i>Volksbuch</i> of “Fortunatus,” which, first
published at Augsburg in 1509, was popular in various
languages in the sixteenth century. An interesting account
of this legend and of its connection with the play, is given in
Professor Herford’s “Studies in the Literary Relations of
England and Germany in the Sixteenth Century,” from
which the present note on the play is largely drawn. When
Dekker had completed his recast of the play, it was immediately
ordered for performance at Court, and further scenes,
in this case altogether extraneous to the original story&mdash;those,
namely, in which Virtue and Vice are introduced as
rivals to Fortune&mdash;were added with a special view to this
end. Otherwise the play is pretty faithful to the story, even
in its absurdities. It is worth mention that Hans Sachs had
already dramatized the subject in 1553, which may have had
something to do indirectly with the production of the first
English version.</p>

<p>In the original quarto of 1600, <i>Old Fortunatus</i> is not
divided into acts and scenes, and the division is here
attempted for the first time. It has been necessary also in
some instances to supply stage directions.</p>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p>




<h3 class="break" title="THE PROLOGUE AT COURT.">THE PROLOGUE AT COURT.<a name="FNanchor_329_329" id="FNanchor_329_329"></a><a href="#Footnote_329_329" class="fnanchor">[329]</a></h3>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Two Old Men</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>1st O. Man.</i> Are you then travelling to the temple of Eliza?<a name="FNanchor_330_330" id="FNanchor_330_330"></a><a href="#Footnote_330_330" class="fnanchor">[330]</a></p>

<p><i>2nd O. Man.</i> Even to her temple are my feeble limbs
travelling. Some call her Pandora: some Gloriana, some
Cynthia: some Delphœbe, some Astræa: all by several
names to express several loves: yet all those names make
but one celestial body, as all those loves meet to create but
one soul.</p>

<p><i>1st O. Man.</i> I am one of her own country, and we adore
her by the name of Eliza.</p>

<p><i>2nd O. Man.</i> Blessed name, happy country: your Eliza
makes your land Elysium: but what do you offer?</p>

<p><i>1st O. Man.</i> That which all true subjects should: when
I was young, an armed hand; now I am crooked, an upright
heart: but what offer you?</p>

<p><i>2nd O. Man.</i> That which all strangers do: two eyes
struck blind with admiration: two lips proud to sound her
glory: two hands held up full of prayers and praises: what
not, that may express love? what not, that may make her
beloved?</p>

<p><i>1st O. Man.</i> How long is’t since you last beheld her?</p>

<p><i>2nd O. Man.</i> A just year: yet that year hath seemed to
me but one day, because her glory hath been my hourly
contemplation, and yet that year hath seemed to me more
than twice seven years, because so long I have been absent
from her. Come therefore, good father, let’s go faster, lest
we come too late: for see, the tapers of the night are already
lighted, and stand brightly burning in their starry candle-sticks:
see how gloriously the moon shines upon us.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Both kneel.</i></span></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Peace, fool: tremble, and kneel: the moon say’st thou?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our eyes are dazzled by Eliza’s beams,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">See (if at least thou dare see) where she sits:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is the great Pantheon of our goddess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all those faces which thine eyes thought stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are nymphs attending on her deity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prithee begin, for I want power to speak.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd O. Man.</i> No, no, speak thou, I want words to begin.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Weeps.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Alack, what shall I do? com’st thou with me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And weep’st now thou behold’st this majesty?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd O. Man.</i> Great landlady of hearts, pardon me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Blame not mine eyes, good father, in these tears.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd O. Man.</i> My pure love shines, as thine doth in thy fears:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I weep for joy to see so many heads<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of prudent ladies, clothed in the livery<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of silver-handed age, for serving you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst in your eyes youth’s glory doth renew:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I weep for joy to see the sun look old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see the moon mad at her often change,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see the stars only by night to shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst you are still bright, still one, still divine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I weep for joy to see the world decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet see Eliza flourishing like May:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O pardon me your pilgrim, I have measured<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a mile to find you: and have brought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old Fortunatus and his family,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With other Cypriots, my poor countrymen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pay a whole year’s tribute: O vouchsafe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dread Queen of Fairies, with your gracious eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’accept theirs and our humble sacrifice.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Now I’ll beg for thee too: and yet I need not:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her sacred hand hath evermore been known,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As soon held out to strangers as her own.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd O. Man.</i> Thou dost encourage me: I’ll fetch them in,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have no princely gifts, we are all poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our offerings are true hearts, who can wish more?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p>



<h3 title="PROLOGUE.">
<span class="hide">PROLOGUE.</span>
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<img src="images/zillt291a.png" width="450" height="99" alt="PROLOGUE." />
</span></h3>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of Love’s sweet war our timorous Muse doth sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the bosom of each gentle dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Offers her artless tunes, borne on the wing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of sacred poesy. A benumbing fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That your nice souls, cloyed with delicious sounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will loath her lowly notes, makes her pull in<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her fainting pinions, and her spirit confounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before the weak voice of her song begin.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet since within the circle of each eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being like so many suns in his round sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No wrinkle yet is seen, she’ll dare to fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Borne up with hopes, that as you oft do rear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With your fair hands, those who would else sink down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So some will deign to smile, where all might frown:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for this small circumference must stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the imagined surface of much land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of many kingdoms, and since many a mile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should here be measured out, our Muse entreats<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your thoughts to help poor art, and to allow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I may serve as Chorus to her senses;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She begs your pardon, for she’ll send one forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not when the laws of poesy do call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as the story needs; your gracious eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gives life to Fortunatus’ history.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div></div></div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.">
<span class="hide">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</span>
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<img src="images/zillt292a.png" width="450" height="85" alt="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ." />
</span></h3>

<div class="container">
<div class="dp">

<span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>, King of England.<br />
The Soldan of Egypt.<br />
The Prince of Cyprus.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cornwall</span>,</td><td rowspan="3"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="3">English Nobles.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Chester</span>,</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Montrose</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">Scotch Nobles.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Galloway</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Orleans</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">French Nobles.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Longaville</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Insultado</span>, a Spanish Lord.<br />
<span class="smcap">Fortunatus.</span><br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ampedo</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">Sons of <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Shadow</span>, Servant to <span class="smcap">Ampedo</span> and <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>.<br />
Kings, Nobles, Soldiers, Satyrs, a Carter, a Tailor, a Monk, a Shepherd, Chorus, Boys and other Attendants.<br />
<span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, Daughter of <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Fortune</span>,</td><td rowspan="3"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="3">Goddesses.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Virtue</span>,</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Vice</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>

The Three Destinies.<br />
Nymphs, Ladies, &amp;c.
<div class="p1">
SCENE&mdash;<span class="smcap">Cyprus</span>, <span class="smcap">Babylon</span>, and <span class="smcap">England</span>.<br />
</div></div></div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p>




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<p class="p2 x-large center"><i>OLD FORTUNATUS.</i></p>




<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Wood in Cyprus.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span> <i>meanly attired; he walks about
cracking nuts ere he speaks</i>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt293b.png" width="151" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Fort.</span> So, ho, ho, ho, ho.</p>

<p><i>Echo</i> [<i>Within.</i>]. Ho, ho, ho, ho.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> There, boy.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> There, boy.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> An thou bee’st a good fellow,
tell me how call’st this wood.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> This wood.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Ay, this wood, and which is my best way out.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Best way out.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Ha, ha, ha, that’s true, my best way out is my
best way out, but how that out will come in, by this
maggot I know not. I see by this we are all worms’
meat. Well, I am very poor and very patient; Patience
is a virtue: would I were not virtuous, that’s to say, not
poor, but full of vice, that’s to say, full of chinks. Ha,
ha, so I am, for I am so full of chinks, that a horse with
one eye may look through and through me. I have
sighed long, and that makes me windy; I have fasted
long, and that makes me chaste; marry, I have prayed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span>
little, and that makes me I still dance in this conjuring
circle; I have wandered long, and that makes me weary.
But for my weariness, anon I’ll lie down, instead of fasting
I’ll feed upon nuts, and instead of sighing will laugh
and be lean, Sirrah Echo.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Sirrah Echo.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Here’s a nut.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Here’s a nut.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Crack it.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Crack it.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Hang thyself.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Hang thyself.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Th’art a knave, a knave.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> A knave, a knave.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Why so, two fools laugh at one another, I at
my tittle tattle gammer Echo, and she at me. Shortly
there will creep out in print some filthy book of the old
hoary wandering knight, meaning me: would I were that
book, for then I should be sure to creep out from hence.
I should be a good soldier, for I traverse my ground
rarely; marry I see neither enemy nor friends, but
popinjays, and squirrels, and apes, and owls, and daws,
and wagtails, and the spite is that none of these grass-eaters
can speak my language, but this fool that mocks
me, and swears to have the last word, in spite of my
teeth, ay, and she shall have it because she is a woman,
which kind of cattle are indeed all echo, nothing but
tongue, and are like the great bell of St. Michael’s<a name="FNanchor_331_331" id="FNanchor_331_331"></a><a href="#Footnote_331_331" class="fnanchor">[331]</a> in
Cyprus, that keeps most rumbling when men would most
sleep. Echo, a pox on thee for mocking me.</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> A pox on thee for mocking me.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Why so, Snip snap, this war is at an end, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span>
this wilderness is world without end. To see how travel
can transform: my teeth are turned into nutcrackers, a
thousand to one I break out shortly, for I am full of
nothing but waxen kernels, my tongue speaks no
language but an almond for a parrot, and crack me this
nut. If I hop three days more up and down this cage of
cuckoos’ nests, I shall turn wild man sure, and be hired
to throw squibs among the commonalty upon some terrible
day. In the meantime, to tell truth, here will I lie.
Farewell, fool!</p>

<p><i>Echo.</i> Farewell, fool.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Are not these comfortable words to a wise man?
All hail, signor tree, by your leave I’ll sleep under your
leaves. I pray bow to me, and I’ll bend to you, for your
back and my brows must, I doubt, have a game or two
at noddy ere I wake again: down, great heart, down.
Hey, ho, well, well.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>He lies down and sleeps.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Shepherd</span>, a <span class="antiqua">Carter</span>,<a name="FNanchor_332_332" id="FNanchor_332_332"></a><a href="#Footnote_332_332" class="fnanchor">[332]</a> a <span class="antiqua">Tailor</span>,<a name="FNanchor_333_333" id="FNanchor_333_333"></a><a href="#Footnote_333_333" class="fnanchor">[333]</a> and a <span class="antiqua">Monk</span>, all
crowned; a <span class="antiqua">Nymph</span> with a globe, another with</i>
<span class="smcap">Fortune’s</span> <i>wheel; then</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span>. <i>After her,
four <span class="antiqua">Kings</span> with broken crowns and sceptres,
chained in silver gyves and led by her. The foremost
enter singing.</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span> <i>takes her chair,
the <span class="antiqua">Kings</span> lying at her feet so that she treads on
them as she ascends to her seat.</i></p>



<p class="songtitle"><span class="smcap">Song.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fortune smiles, cry holiday,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dimples on her cheeks do dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune frowns, cry welladay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her love is Heaven, her hate is Hell:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Heaven and Hell obey her power.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tremble when her eyes do lower,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Since Heaven and Hell her power obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When she smiles, cry holiday.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Holiday with joy we cry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bend, and bend, and merrily<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sing hymns to Fortune’s deity,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sing hymns to Fortune’s deity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Let us sing, merrily, merrily, merrily,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With our song let Heaven resound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune’s hands our heads have crowned;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily.<br /></span>
</div>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st King.</i> Accursed Queen of chance, what had we done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who having sometimes like young Phaeton,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rid in the burnished chariot of the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sometimes been thy minions, when thy fingers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weaved wanton love-nets in our curlèd hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with sweet juggling kisses warmed our cheeks:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh how have we offended thy proud eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That thus we should be spurned and trod upon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst those infected limbs of the sick world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are fixed by thee for stars in that bright sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein our sun-like radiance did appear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Kings.</i> Accursèd Queen of chance, damned sorceress.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Others.</i> Most powerful Queen of chance, dread sovereigness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> No more: curse on! your cries to me are music,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fill the sacred rondure of mine ears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With tunes more sweet than moving of the spheres:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Curse on: on our celestial brows do sit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unnumbered smiles, which then leap from their throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When they see peasants dance and monarchs groan.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold you not this globe, this golden bowl,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This toy called world, at our imperial feet?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This world is Fortune’s ball, wherewith she sports.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sometimes I strike it up into the air,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And then create I emperors and kings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sometimes I spurn it, at which spurn crawls out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That wild beast Multitude. Curse on, you fools,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis I that tumble princes from their thrones,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gild false brows with glittering diadems.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis I that tread on necks of conquerors,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when, like demi-gods, they have been drawn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In ivory chariots to the capitol,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Circled about with wonder of all eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The shouts of every tongue, love of all hearts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being swoll’n with their own greatness, I have pricked<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bladder of their pride, and made them die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As water-bubbles, without memory.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thrust base cowards into Honour’s chair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst the true-spirited soldier stands by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bare-headed, and all bare, whilst at his scars<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They scoff, that ne’er durst view the face of wars.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I set an idiot’s cap on Virtue’s head,<a name="FNanchor_334_334" id="FNanchor_334_334"></a><a href="#Footnote_334_334" class="fnanchor">[334]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turn Learning out of doors, clothe Wit in rags,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And paint ten thousand images of loam<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In gaudy silken colours. On the backs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of mules and asses I make asses ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only for sport, to see the apish world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worship such beasts with sound idolatry.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Fortune does, and when this is done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She sits and smiles to hear some curse her name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And some with adoration crown her fame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Monk.</i> True centre of this wide circumference,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sacred commandress of the destinies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our tongues shall only sound thy excellence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Others.</i> Thy excellence our tongues shall only sound.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd King.</i> Thou painted strumpet, that with honeyed smiles,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Openest the gates of Heaven and criest, “Come in;”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose glories being seen, thou with one frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In pride, lower than hell tumblest us down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Kings.</i> Ever, for ever, will we ban thy name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> How sweet your howlings relish in mine ears!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>She comes down.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stand by! now rise,&mdash;behold, here lies a wretch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To vex your souls, this beggar I’ll advance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond the sway of thought; take instruments,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And let the raptures of choice harmony,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thorough the hollow windings of his ear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Carry their sacred sounds, and wake each sense,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To stand amazed at our bright eminence.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Music.</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span> <i>wakes</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh, how am I transported? Is this earth?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or blest Elysium?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Fortunatus, rise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Dread goddess, how should such a wretch as I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be known to such a glorious deity?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh pardon me: for to this place I come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Led by my fate, not folly; in this wood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With weary sorrow have I wanderèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And three times seen the sweating sun take rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And three times frantic Cynthia naked ride<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About the rusty highways of the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stuck full of burning stars, which lent her light<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To court her negro paramour grim Night.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> This travel now expires: yet from this circle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where I and these with fairy troops abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst not stir, unless I be thy guide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I the world’s empress am, Fortune my name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hand hath written in thick leaves of steel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An everlasting book of changeless fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Showing who’s happy, who unfortunate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> If every name, dread queen, be there writ down<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I am sure mine stands in characters of black;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though happiness herself lie in my name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am Sorrow’s heir, and eldest son to Shame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Kings.</i> No, we are sons to Shame, and Sorrow’s heirs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thou shalt be one of Fortune’s minions:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold these four chained like Tartarian slaves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These I created emperors and kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And these are now my basest underlings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This sometimes was a German emperor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Henry the Fifth,<a name="FNanchor_335_335" id="FNanchor_335_335"></a><a href="#Footnote_335_335" class="fnanchor">[335]</a> who being first deposed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was after thrust into a dungeon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus in silver chains shall rot to death.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Frederick Barbarossa, Emperor<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Almaine<a name="FNanchor_336_336" id="FNanchor_336_336"></a><a href="#Footnote_336_336" class="fnanchor">[336]</a> once: but by Pope Alexander<a name="FNanchor_337_337" id="FNanchor_337_337"></a><a href="#Footnote_337_337" class="fnanchor">[337]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now spurned and trod on when he takes his horse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in these fetters shall he die his slave.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This wretch once wore the diadem of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lewis the meek,<a name="FNanchor_338_338" id="FNanchor_338_338"></a><a href="#Footnote_338_338" class="fnanchor">[338]</a> but through his children’s pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus have I caused him to be famishèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here stands the very soul of misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor Bajazet, old Turkish Emperor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And once the greatest monarch in the East;<a name="FNanchor_339_339" id="FNanchor_339_339"></a><a href="#Footnote_339_339" class="fnanchor">[339]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune herself is said to view thy fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And grieves to see thee glad to lick up crumbs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the proud feet of that great Scythian swain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune’s best minion, warlike Tamburlaine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet must thou in a cage of iron be drawn<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In triumph at his heels, and there in grief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dash out thy brains.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>4th King.</i> Oh miserable me!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> No tears can melt the heart of destiny:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These have I ruined and exalted those.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These hands have conquered Spain, these brows fill up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The golden circle of rich Portugal,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Viriat a monarch now, but born a shepherd;<a name="FNanchor_340_340" id="FNanchor_340_340"></a><a href="#Footnote_340_340" class="fnanchor">[340]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">This Primislaus, a Bohemian king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Last day a carter;<a name="FNanchor_341_341" id="FNanchor_341_341"></a><a href="#Footnote_341_341" class="fnanchor">[341]</a> this monk, Gregory,<a name="FNanchor_342_342" id="FNanchor_342_342"></a><a href="#Footnote_342_342" class="fnanchor">[342]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now lifted to the Papal dignity;&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wretches,<a name="FNanchor_343_343" id="FNanchor_343_343"></a><a href="#Footnote_343_343" class="fnanchor">[343]</a> why gnaw you not your fingers off,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tear your tongues out, seeing yourselves trod down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this Dutch botcher<a name="FNanchor_344_344" id="FNanchor_344_344"></a><a href="#Footnote_344_344" class="fnanchor">[344]</a> wearing Munster’s crown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">John Leyden,<a name="FNanchor_345_345" id="FNanchor_345_345"></a><a href="#Footnote_345_345" class="fnanchor">[345]</a> born in Holland poor and base,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now rich in empery and Fortune’s grace?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As these I have advanced, so will I thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Six gifts I spend upon mortality,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life, and riches,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of my bounty: one of these is thine,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Choose then which likes thee best.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh most divine!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give me but leave to borrow wonder’s eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To look amazed at thy bright majesty,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life, and riches.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Before thy soul at this deep lottery<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Draw forth her prize, ordained by destiny,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Know that here’s no recanting a first choice.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Choose then discreetly for the laws of Fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being graven in steel, must stand inviolate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Daughters of Jove and the unblemished Night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Most righteous Parcae,<a name="FNanchor_346_346" id="FNanchor_346_346"></a><a href="#Footnote_346_346" class="fnanchor">[346]</a> guide my genius right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life, and riches.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Stay, Fortunatus, once more hear me speak;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou kiss Wisdom’s cheek and make her thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’ll breathe into thy lips divinity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou like Phœbus shalt speak oracle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy Heaven-inspired soul, on Wisdom’s wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall fly up to the Parliament of Jove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And read the statutes of eternity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And see what’s past and learn what is to come.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou lay claim to strength, armies shall quake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see thee frown: as kings at mine do lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall thy feet trample on empery.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make health thine object, thou shalt be strong proof<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Gainst the deep searching darts of surfeiting,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be ever merry, ever revelling.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wish but for beauty, and within thine eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two naked Cupids amorously shall swim,<a name="FNanchor_347_347" id="FNanchor_347_347"></a><a href="#Footnote_347_347" class="fnanchor">[347]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on thy cheeks I’ll mix such white and red,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Jove shall turn away young Ganymede,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with immortal arms shall circle thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are thy desires long life?&mdash;thy vital thread<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be stretched out, thou shalt behold the change<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of monarchies and see those children die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose great great grandsires now in cradles lie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If through gold’s sacred hunger thou dost pine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those gilded wantons which in swarms do run,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To warm their tender bodies in the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall stand for number of those golden piles,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which in rich pride shall swell before thy feet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As those are, so shall these be infinite.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Awaken then thy soul’s best faculties,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gladly kiss this bounteous hand of Fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which strives to bless thy name of Fortunate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Kings.</i> Old man, take heed, her smiles will murder thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>The Others.</i> Old man, she’ll crown thee with felicity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh, whither am I rapt beyond myself?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More violent conflicts fight in every thought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than his whose fatal choice Troy’s downfall wrought.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall I contract myself to wisdom’s love?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then I lose riches: and a wise man poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is like a sacred book that’s never read,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This age thinks better of a gilded fool,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will be strong: then I refuse long life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s a lean fellow beats all conquerors:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The greatest strength expires with loss of breath;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mightiest in one minute stoop to death.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then take long life, or health: should I do so<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I might grow ugly, and that tedious scroll<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of months and years, much misery may enroll<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore I’ll beg for beauty; yet I will not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leprous as sin itself; than hell more foul.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wisdom of this world is idiotism,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strength a weak reed: health sickness’ enemy,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And it at length will have the victory.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauty is but a painting, and long life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is a long journey in December gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tedious and full of tribulation.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore, dread sacred Empress, make me rich,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels down.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My choice is store of gold; the rich are wise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that upon his back rich garments wears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is wise, though on his head grow Midas’ ears.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gold is the strength, the sinews of the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The health, the soul, the beauty most divine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mask of gold hides all deformities;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gold is Heaven’s physic, life’s restorative,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh therefore make me rich: not as the wretch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That only serves lean banquets to his eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has gold, yet starves: is famished in his store:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No, let me ever spend, be never poor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thy latest words confine thy destiny,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt spend ever, and be never poor:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For proof receive this purse: with it this virtue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still when thou thrust thy hand into the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shalt draw forth ten pieces of bright gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Current in any realm where then thou breathest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou canst dribble out the sea by drops,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then shalt thou want: but that can ne’er be done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor this grow empty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Thanks, great deity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> The virtue ends when thou and thy sons end.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This path leads thee to Cyprus,<a name="FNanchor_348_348" id="FNanchor_348_348"></a><a href="#Footnote_348_348" class="fnanchor">[348]</a> get thee hence;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell, vain covetous fool, thou wilt repent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That for the love of dross thou hast despised<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom’s divine embrace, she would have borne thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the rich wings of immortality;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now go dwell with cares and quickly die.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p>
<p><i>The Kings.</i> We dwell with cares, yet cannot quickly
die.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all singing, except</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> But now go dwell with cares and quickly die?
How quickly? if I die to-morrow, I’ll be merry to-day:
if next day, I’ll be merry to-morrow. Go dwell with cares?
Where dwells Care? Hum ha, in what house dwells
Care, that I may choose an honester neighbour? In
princes’ courts? No. Among fair ladies? Neither:
there’s no care dwells with them, but care how to be most
gallant. Among gallants then? Fie, fie, no! Care is
afraid sure of a gilt rapier, the scent of musk is her prison,
tobacco chokes her, rich attire presseth her to death.
Princes, fair ladies and gallants, have amongst you then,
for this wet-eyed wench Care dwells with wretches: they
are wretches that feel want, I shall feel none if I be never
poor; therefore, Care, I cashier you my company. I
wonder what blind gossip this minx is that is so prodigal;
she should be a good one by her open dealing: her
name’s Fortune: it’s no matter what she is, so she does
as she says. “Thou shalt spend ever, and be never
poor.” Mass, yet I feel nothing here to make me rich:&mdash;here’s
no sweet music with her silver sound. Try deeper:
ho God be here: ha, ha, one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine and ten, good, just ten. It’s gold sure,
it’s so heavy, try again, one, two, &amp;c. Good again, just
ten, and just ten. Ha, ha, ha, this is rare: a leather
mint, admirable: an Indian mine in a lamb’s skin,
miraculous! I’ll fill three or four bags full for my sons,
but keep this for myself. If that lean tawny face tobacconist
Death, that turns all into smoke, must turn me so
quickly into ashes, yet I will not mourn in ashes, but in
music, hey, old lad, be merry. Here’s riches, wisdom,
strength, health, beauty, and long life (if I die not
quickly). Sweet purse, I kiss thee; Fortune, I adore
thee; Care, I despise thee; Death, I defy thee.<a name="FNanchor_349_349" id="FNanchor_349_349"></a><a href="#Footnote_349_349" class="fnanchor">[349]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p>

<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>Outside the House of</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ampedo</span>, <span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>after him, both sad: then</i>
<span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>.</p>


<p><i>Andel.</i> ’Sheart,<a name="FNanchor_350_350" id="FNanchor_350_350"></a><a href="#Footnote_350_350" class="fnanchor">[350]</a> why how now: two knights of the
post?<a name="FNanchor_351_351" id="FNanchor_351_351"></a><a href="#Footnote_351_351" class="fnanchor">[351]</a></p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Ay, master, and we are both forsworn, as all
such wooden knights be, for we both took an oath&mdash;marry
it was not corporal, you may see by our cheeks,
that we would not fast twenty-four hours to amend, and
we have tasted no meat since the clock told two
dozen.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> That lacks not much of twenty-four, but I
wonder when that half-faced moon of thine will be at the
full.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> The next quarter, not this, when the sign is in
Taurus.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Ho, that’s to say, when thou eat’st bull beef.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, Shadow, what day is to-day?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Fasting day.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> What day was yesterday?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Fasting day too.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Will to-morrow be so too?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Ay, and next day too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> That will be rare, you slave:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a lean diet makes a fat wit.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I had rather be a fool and wear a fat pair of
cheeks.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Now I am prouder of this poverty, which I
know is mine own, than a waiting gentlewoman is of a
frizzled groatsworth of hair, that never grew on her head.
Sir Shadow, now we can all three swear like Puritans at
one bare word: this want makes us like good bowlers,
we are able to rub out and shift in every place.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> That’s not so, we have shifted ourselves in no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span>
place this three months: marry, we rub out in every
corner, but here follows no amendment either of life or
of livery.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Why, brother Ampedo, art thou not yet tired
with riding post? Come, come, ’light from this logger-headed
jade, and walk afoot, and talk with your poor
friends.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Nay, by my troth, he is like me: if his belly be
empty, his heart is full.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> The famine of gold gnaws his covetous
stomach, more than the want of good victuals: thou hast
looked very devilishly ever since the good angel<a name="FNanchor_352_352" id="FNanchor_352_352"></a><a href="#Footnote_352_352" class="fnanchor">[352]</a> left
thee: come, come, leave this broad-brim fashions; because
the world frowns upon thee, wilt not thou smile
upon us?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Did but the bitterness of mine own fortunes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Infect my taste, I could paint o’er my cheeks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With ruddy-coloured smiles: ’tis not the want<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of costly diet or desire of gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enforces rupture in my wounded breast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh no, our father&mdash;if he live&mdash;doth lie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under the iron foot of misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, as a dove gripped in a falcon’s claw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There pant’th for life being most assured of death.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brother, for him my soul thus languisheth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Shad.</i> ’Tis not for my old master that I languish.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> I am not enamoured of this painted idol,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This strumpet World; for her most beauteous looks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are poisoned baits, hung upon golden hooks:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When fools do swim in wealth, her Cynthian beams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will wantonly dance on the silver streams;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when this squint-eyed age sees Virtue poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by a little spark sits shivering,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Begging at all, relieved at no man’s door,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She smiles on her, as the sun shines on fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To kill that little heat, and, with her little frown,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Is proud that she can tread poor Virtue down:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore her wrinkled brow makes not mine sour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her gifts are toys, and I desire her power.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> ’Tis not the crab-tree faced World neither that
makes mine sour.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Her gifts toys! Well, brother Virtue, we have
let slip the ripe plucking of those toys so long, that we
flourish like apple-trees in September, which, having the
falling sickness, bear neither fruit nor leaves.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Nay, by my troth, master, none flourish in these
withering times, but ancient bearers<a name="FNanchor_353_353" id="FNanchor_353_353"></a><a href="#Footnote_353_353" class="fnanchor">[353]</a> and trumpeters.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Shadow, when thou provest a substance, then
the tree of virtue and honesty, and such fruit of Heaven,
shall flourish upon earth.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> True; or when the sun shines at midnight, or
women fly, and yet they are light enough.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> ’Twas never merry world with us, since purses
and bags were invented, for now men set lime-twigs to
catch wealth: and gold, which riseth like the sun out of
the East Indies, to shine upon every one, is like a cony
taken napping in a pursenet,<a name="FNanchor_354_354" id="FNanchor_354_354"></a><a href="#Footnote_354_354" class="fnanchor">[354]</a> and suffers his glistering
yellow-face deity to be lapped up in lambskins, as if the
innocency of those leather prisons should dispense with
the cheveril<a name="FNanchor_355_355" id="FNanchor_355_355"></a><a href="#Footnote_355_355" class="fnanchor">[355]</a> consciences of the iron-hearted gaolers.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Snudges<a name="FNanchor_356_356" id="FNanchor_356_356"></a><a href="#Footnote_356_356" class="fnanchor">[356]</a> may well be called gaolers: for if a
poor wretch steal but into a debt of ten pound, they lead
him straight to execution.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Doth it not vex thee, Shadow, to stalk up
and down Cyprus, and to meet the outside of a man,
lapped all in damask, his head and beard as white as
milk, only with conjuring in the snowy circles of the field
argent, and his nose as red as scarlet, only with kissing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span>
the ruddy lips of angels,<a name="FNanchor_357_357" id="FNanchor_357_357"></a><a href="#Footnote_357_357" class="fnanchor">[357]</a> and such an image to wear on
his thumb, three men’s livings in the shape of a seal ring,
whilst my brother Virtue here,&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> And you his brother Vice!</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Most true, my little lean Iniquity&mdash;whilst we
three, if we should starve, cannot borrow five shillings
of him neither in word nor deed: does not this vex thee,
Shadow?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Not me; it vexes me no more to see such a
picture, than to see an ass laden with riches, because I
know when he can bear no longer, he must leave his
burthen to some other beast.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Art not thou mad, to see money on goldsmiths’
stalls, and none in our purses?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> It mads not me, I thank the destinies.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> By my poverty, and that’s but a thread-bare
oath, I am more than mad to see silks and velvets lie
crowding together in mercers’ shops, as in prisons, only
for fear of the smell of wax&mdash;they cannot abide to see a
man made out of wax, for these satin commodities have
such smooth consciences that they’ll have no man give
his word for them or stand bound for their coming forth,
but vow to lie till they rot in those shop counters, except
Monsieur Money bail them. Shadow, I am out of my
little wits to see this.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> So is not Shadow: I am out of my wits, to see
fat gluttons feed all day long, whilst I that am lean fast
every day: I am out of my wits, to see our Famagosta
fools turn half a shop of wares into a suit of gay apparel,
only to make other idiots laugh, and wise men to cry,
who’s the fool now? I am mad, to see soldiers beg, and
cowards brave: I am mad, to see scholars in the broker’s
shop, and dunces in the mercer’s: I am mad, to see men
that have no more fashion in them than poor Shadow,
yet must leap thrice a day into three orders of fashions:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>
I am mad, to see many things, but horn-mad, that my
mouth feels nothing.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Why now, Shadow, I see thou hast a substance:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am glad to see thee thus mad.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> The sons of Fortunatus had not wont<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus to repine at others’ happiness:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fools have always this loose garment wore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being poor themselves, they wish all others poor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fie, brother Andelocia, hate this madness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turn your eyes inward, and behold your soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That wants more than your body; burnish that<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With glittering virtue, and make idiots grieve<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see your beauteous mind in wisdom shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As you at their rich poverty repine.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>, <i>gallant</i>.<a name="FNanchor_358_358" id="FNanchor_358_358"></a><a href="#Footnote_358_358" class="fnanchor">[358]</a></p>


<p><i>Andel.</i> Peace, good Virtue; Shadow, here comes
another shadow.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> It should be a chameleon: for he is all in
colours.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Oh, ’tis my father. With these tears of joy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love and duty greet your fair return!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A double gladness hath refreshed my soul;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One, that you live, and one, to see your fate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looks freshly howsoever poor in state.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> My father Fortunatus, and thus brave?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> ’Tis no wonder to see a man brave, but a wonder
how he comes brave.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Dear Andelocia and son Ampedo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And my poor servant Shadow, plume your spirits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With light-winged mirth; for Fortunatus’ hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can now pour golden showers into their laps<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sometimes scorned him for his want of gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Boys, I am rich, and you shall ne’er be poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wear gold, spend gold, we all in gold will feed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now is your father Fortunate indeed.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Andel.</i> Father, be not angry, if I set open the windows
of my mind: I doubt for all your bragging, you’ll prove
like most of our gallants in Famagosta, that have a rich
outside and a beggarly inside, and like mules wear gay
trappings, and good velvet foot-cloths<a name="FNanchor_359_359" id="FNanchor_359_359"></a><a href="#Footnote_359_359" class="fnanchor">[359]</a> on their backs,
yet champ on the iron bit of penury&mdash;I mean, want coin.
You gild our ears with a talk of gold, but I pray dazzle
our eyes with the majesty of it.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> First will I wake your senses with the sound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of gold’s sweet music: tell me what you hear?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Believe me, sir, I hear not any thing.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Ha, ha, ha. ’Sheart, I thought as much; if I
hear any jingling, but of the purse strings that go flip
flap, flip flap, flip flap, would I were turned into a flip-flap,<a name="FNanchor_360_360" id="FNanchor_360_360"></a><a href="#Footnote_360_360" class="fnanchor">[360]</a>
and sold to the butchers!</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Shadow, I’ll try thine ears; hark, dost rattle?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Yes, like three blue beans in a blue bladder,
rattle bladder, rattle: your purse is like my belly,
th’ one’s without money, th’ other without meat.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Bid your eyes blame the error of your ears:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You misbelieving pagans, see, here’s gold&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ten golden pieces: take them, Ampedo.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hold, Andelocia, here are ten for thee.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Shadow, there’s one for thee, provide thee food.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Stay, boy: hold, Shadow, here are ten for thee.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Ten, master? then defiance to fortune, and a
fig for famine.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Now tell me, wags, hath my purse gold or no?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> We the wags have gold, father; but I think
there’s not one angel more wagging in this sacred temple.
Why, this is rare: Shadow, five will serve thy turn, give
me th’ other five.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Nay, soft, master, liberality died long ago. I
see some rich beggars are never well, but when they be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>
craving: my ten ducats are like my ten fingers, they will
not jeopard a joint for you. I am yours, and these are
mine; if I part from them, I shall never have part of
them.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Father, if Heaven have blest you once again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not an open hand disperse that store,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which gone, life’s gone; for all tread down the poor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Peace, Ampedo, talk not of poverty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Disdain, my boys, to kiss the tawny cheeks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of lean necessity: make not inquiry<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How I came rich; I am rich, let that suffice.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There are four leathern bags trussed full of gold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those spent, I’ll fill you more. Go, lads, be gallant:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shine in the streets of Cyprus like two stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make them bow their knees that once did spurn you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, to effect such wonders, gold can turn you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brave it in Famagosta, or elsewhere;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll travel to the Turkish Emperor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then I’ll revel it with Prester John,<a name="FNanchor_361_361" id="FNanchor_361_361"></a><a href="#Footnote_361_361" class="fnanchor">[361]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or banquet with great Cham<a name="FNanchor_362_362" id="FNanchor_362_362"></a><a href="#Footnote_362_362" class="fnanchor">[362]</a> of Tartary,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And try what frolic court the Soldan keeps.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll leave you presently. Tear off these rags;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Glitter, my boys, like angels,<a name="FNanchor_363_363" id="FNanchor_363_363"></a><a href="#Footnote_363_363" class="fnanchor">[363]</a> that the world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May, whilst our life in pleasure’s circle roams,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wonder at Fortunatus and his sons.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Come, Shadow, now we’ll feast it royally.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Shad.</i> Do, master, but take heed of beggary.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt311.png" width="400" height="50" alt="decoration" />
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Wood in Cyprus.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Music sounds. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Vice</span> <i>with a gilded face, and horns
on her head; her garments long, painted before with
silver half-moons, increasing by little and little till
they come to the full; while in the midst of them is
written in capital letters, “<span class="antiqua">Crescit Eundo</span>.” Behind
her garments are painted with fools’ faces and heads;
and in the midst is written, “<span class="antiqua">Ha, Ha, He</span>.” She, and
others wearing gilded vizards and attired like devils,
bring out a fair tree of gold with apples on it.</i></p>


<p class="indentdirection"><i>After her comes</i> <span class="smcap">Virtue</span>, <i>with a coxcomb on her
head, and her attire all in white before; about the
middle is written “<span class="antiqua">Sibi sapit</span>.” Her attire behind is
painted with crowns and laurel garlands, stuck full of
stars held by hands thrust out of bright clouds, and
among them is written, “<span class="antiqua">Dominabitur astris</span>.” She
and other nymphs, all in white with coxcombs on
their heads, bring a tree with green and withered
leaves mingled together, and with little fruit on it.</i></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>After her comes</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span>, <i>with two <span class="antiqua">Nymphs</span>, one
bearing her wheel, another her globe</i>.</p>


<p class="indentdirection"><i>And last, the <span class="antiqua">Priest</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> You ministers of Virtue, Vice, and Fortune,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tear off this upper garment of the earth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in her naked bosom stick these trees.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> How many kingdoms have I measured,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only to find a climate, apt to cherish<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These withering branches? But no ground can prove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So happy; ay me, none do Virtue love.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll try this soil; if here I likewise fade,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Heaven I’ll fly, from whence I took my birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tell the Gods, I am banished from the earth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Virtue, I am sworn thy foe: if there thou plant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here, opposite to thine, my tree shall flourish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as the running wood-bine spreads her arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To choke thy withering boughs in their embrace,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll drive thee from this world: were Virtue fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vice as an angel should be honourèd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Servants of this bright devil and that poor saint,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Apply your task whilst you are labouring:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make your pains seem short our priest shall sing.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Whilst the <span class="antiqua">Priest</span> sings, the rest set the trees into
the earth.</i></p>


<p class="songtitle"><span class="smcap">Song.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Virtue’s branches wither, Virtue pines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O pity, pity, and alack the time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vice doth flourish, Vice in glory shines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her gilded boughs above the cedar climb.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vice hath golden cheeks, O pity, pity,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She in every land doth monarchize.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue is exiled from every city,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Virtue is a fool, Vice only wise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O pity, pity, Virtue weeping dies.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vice laughs to see her faint,&mdash;alack the time.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This sinks; with painted wings the other flies:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alack that best should fall, and bad should climb.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O pity, pity, pity, mourn, not sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vice is a saint, Virtue an underling.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vice doth flourish, Vice in glory shines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Virtue’s branches wither, Virtue pines.<br /></span>
</div>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Flourish or wither, Fortune cares not which,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In either’s fall or height our eminence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shines equal to the sun: the Queen of chance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both virtuous souls and vicious doth advance.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These shadows of yourselves shall, like yourselves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strive to make men enamoured of their beauties;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This grove shall be our temple, and henceforth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be consecrated to our deities.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> How few will come and kneel at Virtue’s shrine?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> This contents Virtue, that she is called divine.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Poor Virtue, Fortune grieves to see thy looks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Want cunning to entice: why hang these leaves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As loose as autumn’s hair which every wind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In mockery blows from his rotten brows?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why like a drunkard art thou pointed at?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why is this motley-scorn<a name="FNanchor_364_364" id="FNanchor_364_364"></a><a href="#Footnote_364_364" class="fnanchor">[364]</a> set on thy head?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why stands thy court wide open, but none in it?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why are the crystal pavements of thy temple,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not worn, not trod upon? All is for this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because thy pride is to wear base attire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because thine eyes flame not with amorous fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Virtue is fairest in a poor array.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Poor fool, ’tis not this badge of purity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor <i>Sibi sapit</i>, painted on thy breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Allures mortality to seek thy love.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No: now the great wheel of thy globe hath run,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And met this first point of creation.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On crutches went this world but yesterday,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now it lies bed-rid, and is grown so old,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That it’s grown young; for ’tis a child again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A childish soul it hath, ’tis a mere fool:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fools and children are well pleased with toys.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So must this world, with shows it must be pleased,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, Virtue, buy a golden face like Vice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hang thy bosom full of silver moons,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To tell the credulous world, As those increase,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the bright moon swells in her pearlèd sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So wealth and pleasures them to Heaven shall rear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Virtue abhors to wear a borrowed face.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Why hast thou borrowed, then, that idiot’s hood?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Fools placed it on my head that knew me not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I am proud to wear the scorn of fools.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Mourn in that pride and die, all the world hates thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Not all, I’ll wander once more through the world:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom I know hath with her blessèd wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fled to some bosom: if I meet that breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There I’ll erect my temple, and there rest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune nor Vice shall then e’er have the power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By their loose eyes to entice my paramour.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then will I cast off this deformity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shine in glory, and triumph to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You conquered at my feet, that tread on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Virtue begins to quarrel: Vice, farewell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Stay, Fortune, whilst within this grove we dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If my angelical and saint-like form<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can win some amorous fool to wanton here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And taste the fruit of this alluring tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus shall his saucy brows adornèd be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make us laugh.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Makes horns.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> It will be rare: adieu.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Foul, hell-bred fiend, Virtue shall strive with you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any be enamoured of thine eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their love must needs beget deformities.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men are transformed to beasts, feasting with sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if in spite of thee their souls I win,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To taste this fruit, though thou disguise their head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their shapes shall be re-metamorphosèd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> I dare thee do thy worst.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> My best I’ll try.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Fortune shall judge who wins the sovereignty.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p>




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<h3>ACT THE SECOND</h3>


<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Chorus</span>.</i></p>


<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt316b.png" width="164" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span> The world to the circumference of Heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is as a small point in geometry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose greatness is so little, that a less<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot be made: into that narrow room,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your quick imaginations we must charm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To turn that world: and turned, again to part it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into large kingdoms, and within one moment<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To carry Fortunatus on the wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of active thought, many a thousand miles.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suppose then, since you last beheld him here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That you have sailed with him upon the seas,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leapt with him upon the Asian shores,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Been feasted with him in the Tartar’s palace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the courts of each barbarian king:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From whence being called by some unlucky star,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For happiness never continues long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Help me to bring him back to Arragon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where for his pride&mdash;riches make all men proud&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On slight quarrel, by a covetous Earl,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune’s dear minion is imprisonèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There think you see him sit with folded arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tears dropping down his cheeks, his white hairs torn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His legs in rusty fetters, and his tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bitterly cursing that his squint-eyed soul<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Did not make choice of wisdom’s sacred love.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune, to triumph in inconstancy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From prison bails him: liberty is wild,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For being set free, he like a lusty eagle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cut with his vent’rous feathers through the sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’lights not till he find the Turkish court.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thither transport your eyes, and there behold him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revelling with the Emperor of the East,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From whence through fear, for safeguard of his life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Flying into the arms of ugly Night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suppose you see him brought to Babylon;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that the sun clothed all in fire hath rid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One quarter of his hot celestial way<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With the bright morning, and that in this instant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He and the Soldan meet, but what they say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Listen you&mdash;the talk of kings none dare bewray.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<h4>SCENE I.&mdash;<i>The Court at Babylon.</i><a name="FNanchor_365_365" id="FNanchor_365_365"></a><a href="#Footnote_365_365" class="fnanchor">[365]</a></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Soldan</span>, <i><span class="antiqua">Noblemen</span>, and</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</p>


<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt317b.png" width="150" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi2">
<span><span class="smcap">Sold.</span> Art thou that Fortunatus, whose great name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being carried in the chariot of the winds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast filled the courts of all our Asian kings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With love and envy, whose dear presence ties<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The eyes of admiration to thine eyes?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art thou that Jove that in a shower of gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Appeared’st before the Turkish Emperor?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> I am that Fortunatus, mighty Soldan.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Where is that purse which threw abroad such treasure?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> I gave it to the Turkish Soliman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A second I bestowed on Prester John,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A third the great Tartarian Cham received:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For with these monarchs have I banqueted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rid with them in triumph through their courts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In crystal chariots drawn by unicorns.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">England, France, Spain, and wealthy Belgia,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the rest of Europe’s blessed daughters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have made my covetous eye rich in th’ embrace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of their celestial beauties; now I come<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see the glory of fair Babylon.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is Fortunatus welcome to the Soldan?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I am like the sun, if Jove once chide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My gilded brows from amorous Heaven I hide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Most welcome, and most happy are mine arms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In circling such an earthly deity;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But will not Fortunatus make me blessed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By sight of such a purse?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Ere I depart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Soldan shall receive one at my hands:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I must spend some time in framing it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then some time to breathe that virtuous spirit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the heart thereof, all which is done<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By a most sacred inspiration.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Welcome, most welcome to the Soldan’s court;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stay here and be the King of Babylon:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stay here, I will more amaze thine eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With wondrous sights, than can all Asia.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Behold yon town, there stands mine armoury,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In which are corselets forged of beaten gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To arm ten hundred thousand fighting men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose glittering squadrons when the sun beholds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They seem like to ten hundred thousand Joves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When Jove on the proud back of thunder rides,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Trapped all in lightning flames: there can I show thee<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The ball of gold that set all Troy on fire;<a name="FNanchor_366_366" id="FNanchor_366_366"></a><a href="#Footnote_366_366" class="fnanchor">[366]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">There shalt thou see the scarf of Cupid’s mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Snatched from the soft moist ivory of her arm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wrap about Adonis’ wounded thigh;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There shalt thou see a wheel of Titan’s care,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which dropped from Heaven when Phaeton fired the world:<a name="FNanchor_367_367" id="FNanchor_367_367"></a><a href="#Footnote_367_367" class="fnanchor">[367]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll give thee, if thou wilt, two silver doves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Composed by magic to divide the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who, as they fly, shall clap their silver wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And give strange music to the elements;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll give thee else the fan of Proserpine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which in reward for a sweet Thracian song,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The black-browed Empress threw to Orpheus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being come to fetch Eurydice from hell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Hath ever mortal eye beheld these wonders?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Thine shall behold them, and make choice of any,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So thou wilt give the Soldan such a purse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> By Fortune’s blessèd hand, who christened me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mighty Soldan shall have such a purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Provided I may see these priceless wonders.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Leave us alone: [<i>Exeunt <span class="antiqua">Nobles</span>.</i>] never was mortal ear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Acquainted with the virtue of a jewel,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which now I’ll show, out-valuing all the rest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> It is impossible.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Behold this casket,      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Draws a curtain.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fettered in golden chains, the lock pure gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The key of solid gold, which myself keep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And here’s the treasure that’s contained in it.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes out the hat.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> A coarse felt hat? is this the precious jewel?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I’ll not exchange this for ten diadems.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On pain of death, none listen to our talk.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> What needs this solemn conjuration!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> O, yes, for none shall understand the worth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of this inestimable ornament,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you: and yet not you, but that you swear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By her white hand, that lent you such a name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To leave a wondrous purse in Babylon.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> What I have sworn, I will not violate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now uncover the virtues of this hat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I think none listen; if they do, they die.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> None listen: tell, what needs this jealousy?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> You see ’tis poor in show; did I want jewels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gold could beget them, but the wide world’s wealth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Buys not this hat: this clapped upon my head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I, only with a wish, am through the air<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Transported in a moment over seas<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And over lands to any secret place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this I steal to every prince’s court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hear their private counsels and prevent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All dangers which to Babylon are meant;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By help of this I oft see armies join,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though when the dreadful Alvarado<a name="FNanchor_368_368" id="FNanchor_368_368"></a><a href="#Footnote_368_368" class="fnanchor">[368]</a> sounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am distant from the place a thousand leagues.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh, had I such a purse and such a hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Soldan were, of all, most fortunate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh, had I such a hat, then were I brave.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where’s he that made it?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Dead, and the whole world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yields not a workman that can frame the like.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> No, does’t?<a name="FNanchor_369_369" id="FNanchor_369_369"></a><a href="#Footnote_369_369" class="fnanchor">[369]</a> By what trick shall I make this mine?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Methinks, methinks, when you are borne o’er seas,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And over lands, the heaviness thereof<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should weigh you down, drown you, or break your neck.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> No, ’tis more light than any hat beside:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your hand shall peise<a name="FNanchor_370_370" id="FNanchor_370_370"></a><a href="#Footnote_370_370" class="fnanchor">[370]</a> it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh, ’tis wondrous heavy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Fie, y’are deceived: try it upon your head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Would I were now in Cyprus with my sons.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Stay! Fortunatus, stay! I am undone.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Treason, lords, treason, get me wings, I’ll fly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After this damnèd traitor through the air.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter <span class="antiqua">Nobles</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobles.</i> Who wrongs the mighty King of Babylon?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> This Fortunatus, this fiend, wrongs your king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobles.</i> Lock the court gates, where is the devil hid?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> No gates, no grates of iron imprison him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like a magician breaks he through the clouds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bearing my soul with him, for that jewel gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am dead, and all is dross in Babylon.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fly after him!&mdash;’tis vain: on the wind’s wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’ll ride through all the courts of earthly kings.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Nobles.</i> What is the jewel that your grace hath lost?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> He dies that troubles me: call me not king;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I’ll consume my life in sorrowing.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>Outside the House of</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>, <i>very gallant,<a name="FNanchor_371_371" id="FNanchor_371_371"></a><a href="#Footnote_371_371" class="fnanchor">[371]</a> and</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span>.</p>


<p><i>Andel.</i> Shadow? what have I lost to-day at dice?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> More than you will win again in a month.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Why, sir, how much comes it to?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> It comes to nothing, sir, for you have lost your
wits; and when a man’s wits are lost, the man is like
twenty pounds’ worth of tobacco, which mounts into th’
air, and proves nothing but one thing.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> And what thing is that, you ass?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Marry, sir, that he is an ass that melts so much
money in smoke.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> ’Twere a charitable deed to hang thee a
smoking.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I should never make good bacon, because I am
not fat.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I’ll be sworn thy wit is lean.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> It’s happy I have a lean wit: but, master, you
have none; for when your money tripped away, that
went after it, and ever since you have been mad. Here
comes your brother.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ampedo</span>.</p>


<p>Borrow a dram of him, if his be not mouldy: for
men’s wits in these days are like the cuckoo, bald once
a year, and that makes motley so dear, and fools so good
cheap.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Brother, all hail.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> There’s a rattling salutation.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> You must lend me some more money. Nay,
never look so strange, an you will come off, so; if you
will bar me from square play, do. Come, come, when
the old traveller my father comes home, like a young
ape, full of fantastic tricks, or a painted parrot stuck full
of outlandish feathers, he’ll lead the world in a string, and
then like a hot shot I’ll charge and discharge all.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I would be loth, master, to see that day: for he
leads the world in a string that goes to hanging.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Take heed I turn not that head into the world, and lead you so.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brother wilt be? Ha’ ye any ends of gold or silver?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Thus wanton revelling breeds beggary.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Brother, ’twere better that you still lived poor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Want would make wisdom rich: but when your coffers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swell to the brim, then riot sets up sails,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like a desperate unskilled mariner<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drives your unsteady fortunes on the point<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of wreck inevitable. Of all the wealth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Left by our father, when he left us last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This little is unspent, and this being wasted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your riot ends; therefore consume it all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll live; or dying, find some burial.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Thanks for my crowns.<a name="FNanchor_372_372" id="FNanchor_372_372"></a><a href="#Footnote_372_372" class="fnanchor">[372]</a> Shadow, I am
villainous hungry, to hear one of the seven wise masters
talk thus emptily.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I am a villain, master, if I am not hungry.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Because I’ll save this gold, sirrah Shadow, we’ll
feed ourselves with paradoxes.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Oh rare: what meat’s that?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Meat, you gull: ’tis no meat: a dish of
paradoxes is a feast of strange opinion, ’tis an ordinary
that our greatest gallants haunt nowadays, because they
would be held for statesmen.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I shall never fill my belly with opinions.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> In despite of sway-bellies, gluttons, and sweet
mouthed epicures, I’ll have thee maintain a paradox in
commendations of hunger.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I shall never have the stomach to do’t.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> See’st thou this crusado?<a name="FNanchor_373_373" id="FNanchor_373_373"></a><a href="#Footnote_373_373" class="fnanchor">[373]</a> do it, and turn this
into a feast.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Covetousness and lechery are two devils, they’ll
tempt a man to wade through deep matters: I’ll do’t
though good cheer conspire my death, for speaking treason
against her.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Fall to it then with a full mouth.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Shad.</i> Oh famine, inspire me with thy miserable reasons.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I begin, master.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Amp.</i> O miserable invocation.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Silence!</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> There’s no man but loves one of these three
beasts, a horse, a hound, or a whore; the horse by his
goodwill has his head ever in the manger; the whore
with your ill will has her hand ever in your purse; and a
hungry dog eats dirty puddings.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> This is profound, forward: the conclusion of
this now.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> The conclusion is plain: for since all men love
one of these three monsters, being such terrible eaters,
therefore all men love hunger.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> A very lean argument.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I can make it no fatter.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Proceed, good Shadow; this fats me.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Hunger is made of gunpowder.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Give fire to that opinion.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Stand by, lest it blow you up. Hunger is made
of gunpowder, or gunpowder of hunger, for they both eat
through stone walls; hunger is a grindstone, it sharpens
wit; hunger is fuller of love than Cupid, for it makes a
man eat himself; hunger was the first that ever opened a
cook shop, cooks the first that ever made sauce, sauce
being liquorish, licks up good meat; good meat preserves
life: hunger therefore preserves life.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> By my consent thou shouldst still live by hunger.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Not so, hunger makes no man mortal: hunger
is an excellent physician, for he dares kill any body.
Hunger is one of the seven liberal sciences.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Oh learned! Which of the seven?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Music, for she’ll make a man leap at a crust;
but as few care for her six sisters, so none love to dance
after her pipe. Hunger, master, is hungry and covetous;
therefore the crusado.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> But hast thou no sharper reasons than this?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Yes, one: the dagger of Cyprus had never
stabbed out such six penny pipes, but for hunger.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Why, you dolt, these pipes<a name="FNanchor_374_374" id="FNanchor_374_374"></a><a href="#Footnote_374_374" class="fnanchor">[374]</a> are but in their
minority.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> My belly and my purse have been twenty
times at dagger’s drawing, with parting the little urchins.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus</span>.</p>


<p><i>Amp.</i> Peace, idiot, peace, my father is returned.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Touch me not, boys, I am nothing but air; let
none speak to me, till you have marked me well.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> (<i>Chalking</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus’</span> <i>back</i>.) Now speak your
mind.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Villain, why hast thou chalked my father’s back?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Only to mark him, and to try what colour air is of.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Regard him not, Ampedo: Andelocia, Shadow,
view me, am I as you are, or am I transformed?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I thought travel would turn my father madman
or fool.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> How should you be transformed? I see no
change.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> If your wits be not planet stricken, if your brains
lie in their right place, you are well enough; for your
body is little mended by your fetching vagaries.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Methinks, father, you look as you did, only
your face is more withered.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> That’s not my fault; age is like love, it cannot
be hid.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Or like gunpowder a-fire, or like a fool, or like
a young novice new come to his lands: for all these will
show of what house they come. Now, sir, you may
amplify.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Shadow, turn thy tongue to a shadow, be silent!
Boys, be proud, your father hath the whole world in this
compass, I am all felicity, up to the brims. In a minute<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span>
am I come from Babylon, I have been this half-hour in
Famagosta.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> How? in a minute, father? Ha, ha, I see
travellers must lie.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> ’Tis their destiny: the Fates do so conspire.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> I have cut through the air like a falcon; I would
have it seem strange to you.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> So it does, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> But ’tis true: I would not have you believe it
neither.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> No more we do not, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> But ’tis miraculous and true. Desire to see you,
brought me to Cyprus. I’ll leave you more gold, and go
visit more countries.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Leave us gold enough, and we’ll make all
countries come visit us.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> The frosty hand of age now nips your blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And strews her snowy flowers upon your head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gives you warning that within few years,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Death needs must marry you: those short-lived minutes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That dribble out your life, must needs be spent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In peace, not travel: rest in Cyprus then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could you survey ten worlds, yet you must die;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bitter is the sweet that’s reaped thereby.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Faith, father, what pleasure have you met by
walking your stations?</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> What pleasure, boy? I have revelled with kings,
danced with queens, dallied with ladies, worn strange
attires, seen fantasticos, conversed with humorists, been
ravished with divine raptures of Doric, Lydian and
Phrygian harmonies. I have spent the day in triumphs,
and the night in banqueting.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Oh rare: this was heavenly.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Methinks ’twas horrible.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> He that would not be an Arabian phœnix to
burn in these sweet fires, let him live like an owl for the
world to wonder at.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Why, brother, are not all these vanities?</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> Vanities? Ampedo, thy soul is made of lead, too
dull, too ponderous to mount up to the incomprehensible
glory that travel lifts men to.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> My old master’s soul is cork and feathers, and
being so light doth easily mount up.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Sweeten mine ears, good father, with some
more.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> When in the warmth of mine own country’s arms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We yawned like sluggards, when this small horizon<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Imprisoned up my body, then mine eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worshipped these clouds as brightest; but, my boys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The glist’ring beams which do abroad appear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In other heavens,&mdash;fire is not half so clear.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Why, sir, are there other heavens in other
countries?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Peace; interrupt him not upon thy life.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> For still in all the regions I have seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I scorned to crowd among the muddy throng<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the rank multitude, whose thickened breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like to condensèd fogs, do choke that beauty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which else would dwell in every kingdom’s cheek.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No, I still boldly stept into their courts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For there to live ’tis rare, O ’tis divine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There shall you see faces angelical,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There shall you see troops of chaste goddesses,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose star-like eyes have power, might they still shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make night day, and day more crystalline.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Near these you shall behold great heroes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">White-headed counsellors and jovial spirits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Standing like fiery cherubims to guard<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The monarch, who in god-like glory sits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In midst of these, as if this deity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had with a look created a new world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The standers by being the fair workmanship.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Andel.</i> Oh how my soul is rapt to a third heaven.
I’ll travel sure, and live with none but kings.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Then Shadow must die among knaves; and yet
why so? In a bunch of cards, knaves wait upon the
kings.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> When I turn king, then shalt thou wait on me.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Well, there’s nothing impossible: a dog has his
day, and so have you.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> But tell me, father, have you in all courts<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beheld such glory, so majestical<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all perfection, no way blemishèd?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> In some courts shall you see ambition<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sit piercing Dedalus’ old waxen wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But being clapped on, and they about to fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even when their hopes are busied in the clouds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They melt against the sun of majesty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And down they tumble to destruction:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For since the Heaven’s strong arms teach kings to stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Angels are placed about their glorious throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To guard it from the strokes of trait’rous hands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By travel, boys, I have seen all these things.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fantastic compliment stalks up and down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tricked in outlandish feathers, all his words,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His looks, his oaths, are all ridiculous,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All apish, childish, and Italianate.<a name="FNanchor_375_375" id="FNanchor_375_375"></a><a href="#Footnote_375_375" class="fnanchor">[375]</a><br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span> <i>in the background: after her <span class="antiqua">The Three
Destinies</span>,<a name="FNanchor_376_376" id="FNanchor_376_376"></a><a href="#Footnote_376_376" class="fnanchor">[376]</a> working</i>.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I know a medicine for that malady.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> By travel, boys, I have seen all these things.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> And these are sights for none but gods and
kings.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Yes, and for Christian creatures, if they be not
blind.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> In these two hands do I grip all the world.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This leather purse, and this bald woollen hat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make me a monarch. Here’s my crown and sceptre!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In progress will I now go through the world.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll crack your shoulders, boys, with bags of gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere I depart; on Fortune’s wings I ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now sit in the height of human pride.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> (<i>Coming forward.</i>) Now, fool, thou liest; where thy proud feet do tread,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These shall throw down thy cold and breathless head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> O sacred deity, what sin is done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Death’s iron fist should wrestle with thy son?       <span class="rightdirection">[<i>All kneel.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thou art no son of Fortune, but her slave:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy cedar hath aspired to his full height.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy sun-like glory hath advanced herself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the top of pride’s meridian,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And down amain it comes. From beggary<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I plumed thee like an ostrich, like that ostrich<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast eaten metals, and abused my gifts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast played the ruffian, wasted that in riots<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which as a blessing I bestowed on thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Forgive me, I will be more provident.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> No, endless follies follow endless wealth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hadst thy fancy, I must have thy fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which is, to die when th’art most fortunate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This inky thread, thy ugly sins have spun,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Black life, black death; faster! that it were done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Oh, let me live, but till I can redeem.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> The Destinies deny thee longer life.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> I am but now lifted to happiness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> And now I take most pride to cast thee down.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Hadst thou chosen wisdom, this black had been white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Death’s stern brow could not thy soul affright.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Take this again! (<i>Offering the purse.</i>) Give wisdom to my sons.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> No, fool, ’tis now too late: as death strikes thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall their ends sudden and wretched be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jove’s daughters&mdash;righteous Destinies&mdash;make haste!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His life hath wasteful been, and let it waste.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">The Three Destinies</span></i>.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Why the pox dost thou sweat so?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> For anger to see any of God’s creatures have
such filthy faces as these sempsters<a name="FNanchor_377_377" id="FNanchor_377_377"></a><a href="#Footnote_377_377" class="fnanchor">[377]</a> had that went hence.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Sempsters? why, you ass, they are Destinies.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Indeed, if it be one’s destiny to have a filthy
face, I know no remedy but to go masked and cry
“Woe worth the Fates.”</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Why droops my father? these are only shadows,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raised by the malice of some enemy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fright your life, o’er which they have no power.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Shadows? I defy their kindred.</p>

<p><i>Fort.</i> O Ampedo, I faint; help me, my sons.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Shadow, I pray thee run and call more help.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> If that desperate Don Dego<a name="FNanchor_378_378" id="FNanchor_378_378"></a><a href="#Footnote_378_378" class="fnanchor">[378]</a> Death hath ta’en
up the cudgels once, here’s never a fencer in Cyprus dare
take my old master’s part.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Run, villain, call more help.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Bid him thank the Destinies for this.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Let me shrink down, and die between your arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Help comes in vain. No hand can conquer fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This instant is the last of my life’s date.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This goddess, if at least she be a goddess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Names herself Fortune: wand’ring in a wood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Half famished, her I met. I have, quoth she,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Six gifts to spend upon mortality,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Wisdom, strength, health, beauty, long life and riches.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of my bounty one of these is thine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> What benefit did from your choice arise?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Listen, my sons! in this small compass lies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Infinite treasure: this she gave to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gave to this, this virtue, Take, quoth she,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So often as from hence thou draw’st thy hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ten golden pieces of that kingdom’s coin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where’er thou liv’st; which plenteous sure shall last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After thy death, till thy sons’ lives do waste.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Father, your choice was rare, the gift divine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> It had been so, if riches had been mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> But hath this golden virtue never failed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Never.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O admirable: here’s a fire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath power to thaw the very heart of death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And give stones life; by this most sacred breath,<a name="FNanchor_379_379" id="FNanchor_379_379"></a><a href="#Footnote_379_379" class="fnanchor">[379]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">See brother, here’s all India in my hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Inherit you, my sons, that golden land.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hat I brought away from Babylon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I robbed the Soldan of it, ’tis a prize<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worth twenty empires in this jewel lies.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> How, father? jewel? call you this a jewel? it’s
coarse wool, a bald fashion, and greasy to the brim; I
have bought a better felt for a French crown forty times:
of what virtuous block is this hat, I pray?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> Set it upon thy head, and wish a wish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou in the moment, on the wind’s swift wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shalt be transported into any place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> A wishing hat, and a golden mine?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fort.</i> O Andelocia, Ampedo, now Death<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sounds his third summons, I must hence! These jewels<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To both I do bequeath; divide them not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But use them equally: never bewray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What virtues are in them; for if you do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Much shame, much grief, much danger follows you.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Peruse this book; farewell! behold in me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rotten strength of proud mortality.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Dies.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">

<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> His soul is wandering to the Elysian shades.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> The flower that’s fresh at noon, at sunset fades.<br /></span>
</div>

<p>Brother, close you down his eyes, because you were his
eldest; and with them close up your tears, whilst I as all
younger brothers do, shift for myself: let us mourn,
because he’s dead, but mourn the less, because he cannot
revive. The honour we can do him, is to bury him
royally; let’s about it then, for I’ll not melt myself to
death with scalding sighs, nor drop my soul out at mine
eyes, were my father an emperor.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Hence, hence, thou stop’st the tide of my true tears.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">True grief is dumb, though it hath open ears.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Yet God send my grief a tongue, that I may
have good utterance for it: sob on, brother mine, whilst
you sigh there, I’ll sit and read what story my father has
written here.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>They both fall asleep</i>: <span class="smcap">Fortune</span> <i>and a company
of <span class="antiqua">Satyrs</span> enter with music, and playing
about</i> <span class="smcap">Fortunatus’</span> <i>body, take it away.
Afterwards</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>enters running</i>.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I can get none, I can find none: where are you,
master? Have I ta’en you napping? and you too? I
see sorrow’s eye-lids are made of a dormouse skin, they
seldom open, or of a miser’s purse, that’s always shut. So
ho, master.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Shadow, why how now? what’s the matter?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I can get none, sir, ’tis impossible.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> What is impossible? what canst not get?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> No help for my old master.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Hast thou been all this while calling for help?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Yes, sir: he scorned all Famagosta when he
was in his huffing,<a name="FNanchor_380_380" id="FNanchor_380_380"></a><a href="#Footnote_380_380" class="fnanchor">[380]</a> and now he lies puffing for wind, they
say they scorn him.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> The poison of their scorn infects not him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He wants no help. See where he breathless lies:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brother, to what place have you borne his body?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I bear it? I touched it not.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Nor I: a leaden slumber pressed mine eyes.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Whether it were lead or latten<a name="FNanchor_381_381" id="FNanchor_381_381"></a><a href="#Footnote_381_381" class="fnanchor">[381]</a> that hasped
down those winking casements, I know not, but I found
you both snorting.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> And in that sleep, methought, I heard the tunes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of sullen passions apt for funerals,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And saw my father’s lifeless body borne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By Satyrs: O I fear that deity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath stolen him hence!&mdash;that snudge, his destiny.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I fear he’s risen again; didst not thou meet
him?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I, sir? do you think this white and red durst
have kissed my sweet cheeks, if they had seen a ghost?
But, master, if the Destinies, or Fortune, or the Fates, or
the Fairies have stolen him, never indict them for the
felony: for by this means the charges of a tomb is saved,
and you being his heirs, may do as many rich executors
do, put that money in your purses, and give out that he
died a beggar.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Away, you rogue, my father die a beggar!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll build a tomb for him of massy gold.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Methinks, master, it were better to let the
memory of him shine in his own virtues, if he had any,
than in alabaster.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I shall mangle that alabaster face, you whoreson
virtuous vice.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> He has a marble heart, that can mangle a face
of alabaster.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Brother, come, come, mourn not; our father is
but stepped to agree with Charon for his boat hire to
Elysium. See, here’s a story of all his travels; this book
shall come out with a new addition: I’ll tread after my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span>
father’s steps; I’ll go measure the world, therefore let’s
share these jewels, take this, or this!</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Will you then violate our father’s will?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> A Puritan!&mdash;keep a dead man’s will? Indeed
in the old time, when men were buried in soft church-yards,
that their ghosts might rise, it was good: but,
brother, now they are imprisoned in strong brick and
marble, they are fast. Fear not: away, away, these are
fooleries, gulleries, trumperies; here’s this or this, or I
am gone with both!</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Do you as you please, the sin shall not be mine.
Fools call those things profane that are divine.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Are you content to wear the jewels by turns?
I’ll have the purse for a year, you the hat, and as much
gold as you’ll ask; and when my pursership ends, I’ll
resign, and cap you.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> I am content to bear all discontents.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I should serve this bearing ass rarely now, if I
should load him, but I will not. Though conscience be
like physic, seldom used, for so it does least hurt, yet I’ll
take a dram of it. This for him, and some gold: this for
me; for having this mint about me, I shall want no
wishing cap. Gold is an eagle, that can fly to any place,
and, like death, that dares enter all places. Shadow, wilt
thou travel with me?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I shall never fadge<a name="FNanchor_382_382" id="FNanchor_382_382"></a><a href="#Footnote_382_382" class="fnanchor">[382]</a> with the humour because I
cannot lie.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Thou dolt, we’ll visit all the kings’ courts in
the world.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> So we may, and return dolts home, but what
shall we learn by travel?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Fashions.<a name="FNanchor_383_383" id="FNanchor_383_383"></a><a href="#Footnote_383_383" class="fnanchor">[383]</a></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> That’s a beastly disease: methinks it’s better
staying in your own country.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> How? In mine own country&mdash;like a cage-bird,
and see nothing?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Nothing? yes, you may see things enough, for
what can you see abroad that is not at home? The same
sun calls you up in the morning, and the same man in
the moon lights you to bed at night; our fields are as
green as theirs in summer, and their frosts will nip us
more in winter: our birds sing as sweetly and our women
are as fair: in other countries you shall have one drink
to you; whilst you kiss your hand, and duck,<a name="FNanchor_384_384" id="FNanchor_384_384"></a><a href="#Footnote_384_384" class="fnanchor">[384]</a> he’ll poison
you: I confess you shall meet more fools, and asses, and
knaves abroad than at home. Yet God be thanked we
have pretty store of all. But for punks,<a name="FNanchor_385_385" id="FNanchor_385_385"></a><a href="#Footnote_385_385" class="fnanchor">[385]</a> we put them
down.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Prepare thy spirits, for thou shalt go with me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To England shall our stars direct our course;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thither the Prince of Cyprus, our king’s son,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is gone to see the lovely Agripyne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shadow, we’ll gaze upon that English dame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And try what virtue gold has to inflame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First to my brother, then away let’s fly;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shadow must be a courtier ere he die.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> If I must, the Fates shall be served: I have
seen many clowns courtiers, then why not Shadow?
Fortune, I am for thee.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

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</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></p>




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</div>




<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>London. The Court of</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orleans</span> <i>melancholy</i>, <span class="smcap">Galloway</span> <i>with him; a
<span class="antiqua">Boy</span> after them with a lute</i>.</p>


<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt336b.png" width="144" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>
<p class="drop-capi2"><span class="smcap">Orle.</span> Begone: leave that with me, and
leave me to myself; if the king ask for
me, swear to him I am sick, and thou
shalt not lie; pray thee leave me.</p>

<p><i>Boy.</i> I am gone, sir.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="drop-capi2poetry">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> This music makes me but more out of tune.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, Agripyne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Gentle friend, no more.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou sayest love is a madness, hate it then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even for the name’s sake.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> O, I love that madness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even for the name’s sake.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Let me tame this frenzy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By telling thee thou art a prisoner here,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By telling thee she’s daughter to a king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By telling thee the King of Cyprus’ son<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shines like a sun, between her looks and thine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst thou seem’st but a star to Agripyne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He loves her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> If he do: why so do I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Love is ambitious, and loves majesty.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Dear friend, thou art deceived, love’s voice doth sing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As sweetly in a beggar as a king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Dear friend, thou art deceived: O bid thy soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lift up her intellectual eyes to Heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in this ample book of wonders read,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what celestial mould, what sacred essence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Herself is formed, the search whereof will drive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sounds musical among the jarring spirits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in sweet tune set that which none inherits.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> I’ll gaze on Heaven if Agripyne be there:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If not: fa, la, la, sol, la, &amp;c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> O, call this madness in; see, from the windows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of every eye derision thrusts out cheeks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wrinkled with idiot laughter; every finger<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is like a dart shot from the hand of scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which thy name is hurt, thine honour torn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Laugh they at me, sweet Galloway?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Even at thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Ha, ha, I laugh at them, are not they mad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That let my true true sorrow make them glad?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I dance and sing only to anger grief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in that anger, he might smite life down<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With his iron fist. Good heart, it seemeth then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They laugh to see grief kill me: O, fond men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You laugh at others’ tears; when others smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You tear yourselves in pieces: vile, vile, vile!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ha, ha, when I behold a swarm of fools,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crowding together to be counted wise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I laugh because sweet Agripyne’s not there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But weep because she is not anywhere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And weep because whether she be or not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love was ever, and is still, forgot: forgot, forgot, forgot.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Draw back this stream, why should my Orleans mourn?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Look yonder, Galloway, dost thou see that sun?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, good friend, stare upon it, mark it well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere he be two hours older, all that glory<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is banished Heaven, and then for grief this sky,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That’s now so jocund, will mourn all in black,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shall not Orleans mourn? Alack, alack!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O what a savage tyranny it were<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’enforce care laugh, and woe not shed a tear!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dead is my love, I am buried in her scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is my sunset, and shall I not mourn?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yes, by my troth I will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Dear friend, forbear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beauty, like sorrow, dwelleth everywhere.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rase out this strong idea of her face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As fair as hers shineth in any place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Thou art a traitor to that white and red,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, sitting on her cheeks, being Cupid’s throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is my heart’s sovereign: O, when she is dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This wonder, beauty, shall be found in none.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now Agripyne’s not mine, I vow to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In love with nothing but deformity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O fair Deformity, I muse all eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are not enamoured of thee: thou didst never<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Murder men’s hearts, or let them pine like wax,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Melting against the sun of destiny;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art a faithful nurse to chastity;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy beauty is not like to Agripyne’s,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For cares, and age, and sickness hers deface,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thine’s eternal. O Deformity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy fairness is not like to Agripyne’s,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For dead, her beauty will no beauty have,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But thy face looks most lovely in the grave.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the</i> <span class="smcap">Prince of Cyprus</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> See where they come together, hand in hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> O watch, sweet Galloway, when their hands do part,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between them shalt thou find my murdered heart.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Cypr.</i> By this then it seems a thing impossible, to
know when an English lady loves truly.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Not so, for when her soul steals into her heart,
and her heart leaps up to her eyes, and her eyes drop into
her hands, then if she say, Here’s my hand! she’s your
own,&mdash;else never.</p>

<p><i>Cyp.</i> Here’s a pair of your prisoners, let’s try their
opinion.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> My kind prisoners, well encountered; the
Prince of Cyprus here and myself have been wrangling
about a question of love: my lord of Orleans, you look
lean, and likest a lover&mdash;Whether is it more torment to
love a lady and never enjoy her, or always to enjoy a
lady whom you cannot choose but hate?</p>

<p><i>Orle.</i> To hold her ever in mine arms whom I loath in
my heart, were some plague, yet the punishment were no
more than to be enjoined to keep poison in my hand,
yet never to taste it.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> But say you should be compelled to swallow
the poison?</p>

<p><i>Orle.</i> Then a speedy death would end a speeding
misery. But to love a lady and never enjoy her, oh it is
not death, but worse than damnation; ’tis hell, ’tis&mdash;&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> No more, no more, good Orleans; nay then, I
see my prisoner is in love too.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> Methinks, soldiers cannot fall into the fashion
of love.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Methinks a soldier is the most faithful lover of
all men else; for his affection stands not upon compliment.
His wooing is plain home-spun stuff; there’s no
outlandish thread in it, no rhetoric. A soldier casts no
figures to get his mistress’ heart; his love is like his valour
in the field, when he pays downright blows.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> True, madam, but would you receive such payment?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> No, but I mean, I love a soldier best for his
plain dealing.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> That’s as good as the first.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Be it so, that goodness I like: for what lady
can abide to love a spruce silken-face courtier, that stands
every morning two or three hours learning how to look
by his glass, how to speak by his glass, how to sigh by
his glass, how to court his mistress by his glass? I would
wish him no other plague, but to have a mistress as brittle
as glass.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> And that were as bad as the horn plague.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> Are any lovers possessed with this madness?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> What madmen are not possessed with this love?
Yet by my troth, we poor women do but smile in our
sleeves to see all this foppery: yet we all desire to see
our lovers attired gallantly, to hear them sing sweetly, to
behold them dance comely and such like. But this apish
monkey fashion of effeminate niceness, out upon it! Oh,
I hate it worse than to be counted a scold.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> Indeed, men are most regarded, when they least
regard themselves.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> And women most honoured, when they show
most mercy to their lovers.</p>

<p><i>Orle.</i> But is’t not a miserable tyranny, to see a lady
triumph in the passions of a soul languishing through her
cruelty?</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> Methinks it is.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> Methinks ’tis more than tyranny.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> So think not I; for as there is no reason to
hate any that love us, so it were madness to love all that
do not hate us; women are created beautiful, only because
men should woo them; for ’twere miserable tyranny to
enjoin poor women to woo men: I would not hear of a
woman in love, for my father’s kingdom.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> I never heard of any woman that hated love.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Nor I: but we had all rather die than confess
we love; our glory is to hear men sigh whilst we smile,
to kill them with a frown, to strike them dead with a
sharp eye, to make you this day wear a feather, and to-morrow<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span>
a sick nightcap. Oh, why this is rare, there’s
a certain deity in this, when a lady by the magic of her
looks, can turn a man into twenty shapes.</p>

<p><i>Orle.</i> Sweet friend, she speaks this but to torture me.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> I’ll teach thee how to plague her: love her not.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Poor Orleans, how lamentably he looks: if he
stay, he’ll make me surely love him for pure pity. I must
send him hence, for of all sorts of love, I hate the French;
I pray thee, sweet prisoner, entreat Lord Longaville to
come to me presently.</p>

<p><i>Orle.</i> I will, and esteem myself more than happy, that
you will employ me.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Watch him, watch him for God’s sake, if he
sigh not or look not back.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> He does both: but what mystery lies in this?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Nay, no mystery, ’tis as plain as Cupid’s forehead:
why this is as it should be.&mdash;“And esteem myself
more than happy, that you will employ me.” My French
prisoner is in love over head and ears.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> It’s wonder how he ’scapes drowning.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> With whom, think you?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> With his keeper, for a good wager: Ah, how
glad is he to obey! And how proud am I to command
in this empire of affection! Over him and such spongy-livered
youths, that lie soaking in love, I triumph more
with mine eye, than ever he did over a soldier with his
sword. Is’t not a gallant victory for me to subdue my
father’s enemy with a look? Prince of Cyprus, you were
best take heed, how you encounter an English lady.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> God bless me from loving any of you, if all be
so cruel.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> God bless me from suffering you to love me, if
you be not so formable.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> Will you command me any service, as you have
done Orleans?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> No other service but this, that, as Orleans, you
love me, for no other reason, but that I may torment you.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> I will: conditionally, that in all company I
may call you my tormentor.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> You shall: conditionally, that you never beg
for mercy. Come, my Lord of Galloway.</p>

<p><i>Gall.</i> Come, sweet madam.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exeunt all except the</i> <span class="smcap">Prince of Cyprus</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> The ruby-coloured portals of her speech<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were closed by mercy: but upon her eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Attired in frowns, sat murdering cruelty.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span> <i>and listens</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She’s angry, that I durst so high aspire.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, she disdains that any stranger’s breast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should be a temple for her deity:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s full of beauty, full of bitterness.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till now, I did not dally with love’s fire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when I thought to try his flames indeed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I burnt me even to cinders. O, my stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why from my native shore did your beams guide me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make me dote on her that doth deride me?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<span class="smcap">Agripyne</span> <i>kneels</i>: <span class="smcap">Cyprus</span> <i>walks musing</i>.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Hold him in this mind, sweet Cupid, I conjure
thee. O, what music these hey-hos make! I was about
to cast my little self into a great love trance for him,
fearing his heart had been flint: but since I see ’tis pure
virgin wax, he shall melt his bellyful: for now I know
how to temper him.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit; as she departs</i> <span class="smcap">Cyprus</span> <i>spies her</i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Never beg mercy? yet be my tormentor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope she heard me not: doubtless she did,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now will she insult upon my passions,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vex my constant love with mockeries.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, then I’ll be mine own physician,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And outface love, and make her think that I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mourned thus, because I saw her standing by.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What news, my Lord of Cornwall?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cornwall</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> This fair prince,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One of your countrymen, is come to court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A lusty gallant brave, in Cyprus’ isle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With fifty bard<a name="FNanchor_386_386" id="FNanchor_386_386"></a><a href="#Footnote_386_386" class="fnanchor">[386]</a> horses prancing at his heels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Backed by as many strong-limbed Cypriots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All whom he keeps in pay: whose offered service,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our king with arms of gladness hath embraced.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Born in the isle of Cyprus? what’s his name?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> His servants call him Fortunatus’ son.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Rich Fortunatus’ son? Is he arrived?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span>, <span class="smcap">Galloway</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Chester</span> <i>with
jewels</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> This he bestowed on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chest.</i> And this on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> And this his bounteous hand enforced me take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> I prize this jewel at a hundred marks,<a name="FNanchor_387_387" id="FNanchor_387_387"></a><a href="#Footnote_387_387" class="fnanchor">[387]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet would he needs bestow this gift on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> My lords, whose hand hath been thus prodigal?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Your countryman, my lord, a Cypriot.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> The gallant sure is all compact of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To every lady hath he given rich jewels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sent to every servant in the court<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twenty fair English angels.<a name="FNanchor_388_388" id="FNanchor_388_388"></a><a href="#Footnote_388_388" class="fnanchor">[388]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> This is rare.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> My lords, prepare yourselves for revelling,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis the king’s pleasure that this day be spent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In royal pastimes, that this golden lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For so all that behold him, christen him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May taste the pleasures of our English court.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here comes the gallant, shining like the sun.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Trumpets sound.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span></p><p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>, <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>, <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Orleans</span>,
<i><span class="antiqua">Ladies</span>, and other <span class="antiqua">Attendants</span>, also</i> <span class="smcap">Insultado</span>.
<i>Music sounds within.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> For these your royal favours done to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being a poor stranger, my best powers shall prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By acts of worth, the soundness of my love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Herein your love shall best set out itself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By staying with us: if our English isle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hold any object welcome to your eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do but make choice, and claim it as your prize.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">King</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Cyprus</span> <i>confer aside</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> I thank your grace: would he durst keep his word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know what I would claim. Tush, man, be bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were she a saint, she may be won with gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> ’Tis strange, I must confess, but in this pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His father Fortunatus, if he live,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Consumes his life in Cyprus: still he spends,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And still his coffers with abundance swell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But how he gets these riches none can tell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">King</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span> <i>confer aside</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Hold him in talk: come hither, Agripyne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> But what enticed young Andelocia’s soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wander hither?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> That which did allure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sovereign’s son, the wonder of the place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> This curious heap of wonders, which an Empress<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gave him, he gave me, and by Venus’ hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The warlike Amorato needs would swear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He left his country Cyprus for my love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> If by the sovereign magic of thine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst enchant his looks to keep the circles<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of thy fair cheeks, be bold to try their charms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feed him with hopes, and find the royal vein,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That leads this Cypriot to his golden mine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s music spent in vain, lords, fall to dancing.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> My fair tormentor, will you lend a hand?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I’ll try this stranger’s cunning<a name="FNanchor_389_389" id="FNanchor_389_389"></a><a href="#Footnote_389_389" class="fnanchor">[389]</a> in a dance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> My cunning is but small, yet who’ll not prove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shame himself for such a lady’s love?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> These Cypriots are the devils that torture me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He courts her, and she smiles, but I am born<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be her beauty’s slave, and her love’s scorn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> I shall never have the face to ask the question twice.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> What’s the reason? Cowardliness or pride?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Neither: but ’tis the fashion of us Cypriots,
both men and women, to yield at first assault, and we
expect others should do the like.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> It’s a sign, that either your women are very
black, and are glad to be sped, or your men very fond,
and will take no denial.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Indeed our ladies are not so fair as you.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> But your men more venturous at a breach than
you, or else they are all dastardly soldiers.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> He that fights under these sweet colours, and
yet turns coward, let him be shot to death with the
terrible arrows of fair ladies’ eyes.</p>

<p><i>Athelst.</i> Nay, Insultado, you must not deny us.</p>

<p><i>Insultad.</i> <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Mi corazon es muy pesado, mi anima muy atormentada.
No por los Cielos: El pie de Español no
hace musica en tierra ingles.</i><a name="FNanchor_390_390" id="FNanchor_390_390"></a><a href="#Footnote_390_390" class="fnanchor">[390]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Sweet Insultado, let us see you dance.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have heard the Spanish dance is full of state.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Insultad.</i>  <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Verdad, señor: la danza española es muy alta,</i><br /></span>
<i lang="es" xml:lang="es"><span class="i0">Majestica, y para monarcas: vuestra Inglesa,<br /></span></i>
<i lang="es" xml:lang="es"><span class="i0">Baja, fantastica, y muy humilde.<a name="FNanchor_391_391" id="FNanchor_391_391"></a><a href="#Footnote_391_391" class="fnanchor">[391]</a><br /></span></i>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Doth my Spanish prisoner deny to dance? He
has sworn to me by the cross of his pure Toledo, to be
my servant: by that oath, my Castilian prisoner, I conjure
you to show your cunning; though all your body be
not free, I am sure your heels are at liberty.</p>

<p><i>Insultad.</i> <i lang="es" xml:lang="es">Nolo quiero contra deseo; vuestro ojo hace
conquista á su prisionero: Oyerer la a pavan española;
sea vuestra musica y gravidad, y majestad: Paje, daime
tabacco, toma my capa, y my espada. Mas alta, mas alta:
Desviaios, desviaios, compañeros, mas alta, mas alta.</i><a name="FNanchor_392_392" id="FNanchor_392_392"></a><a href="#Footnote_392_392" class="fnanchor">[392]</a>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>He dances.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Athelst.</i> Thanks, Insultado.</p>

<p><i>Cypr.</i> ’Tis most excellent.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> The Spaniard’s dance is as his deeds be, full of
pride.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> The day grows old, and what remains unspent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be consumed in banquets. Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leave us a while, if Andelocia please,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go bear our beauteous daughter company.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>And.</i> Fortune, I thank thee: now thou smil’st on me.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>, <i>and <span class="antiqua">Ladies</span></i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> This Cypriot bears a gallant princely mind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My lord, of what birth is your countryman?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Think not, sweet prince, that I propound this question,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wrong you in your love to Agripyne:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our favours grace him to another end.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor let the wings of your affection droop,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because she seems to shun love’s gentle lure.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Believe it on our word, her beauty’s prize<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only shall yield a conquest to your eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But tell me what’s this Fortunatus’ son?<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Of honourable blood, and more renowned<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In foreign kingdoms, whither his proud spirit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plumed with ambitious feathers, carries him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than in his native country; but last day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The father and the sons were, through their riots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor and disdained of all, but now they glister<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More bright than Midas: if some damnèd fiend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fed not his bags, this golden pride would end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> His pride we’ll somewhat tame, and curb the head<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his rebellious prodigality:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hath invited us, and all our peers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To feast with him to-morrow; his provision,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I understand, may entertain three kings.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Lincoln, let our subjects secretly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be charged on pain of life that not a man<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sell any kind of fuel to his servants.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> This policy shall clip his golden wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And teach his pride what ’tis to strive with kings.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Withdraw awhile:      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all except</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">None filled his hands with gold, for we set spies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To watch who fed his prodigality:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hung the marble bosom of our court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thick with glist’ring spangles of pure gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As e’er the spring hath stuck the earth with flowers.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unless he melt himself to liquid gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or be some god, some devil, or can transport<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mint about him, by enchanted power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He cannot rain such showers. With his own hands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He threw more wealth about in every street,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than could be thrust into a chariot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s a magician sure, and to some fiend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His soul by infernal covenants has he sold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Always to swim up to the chin in gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be what he can be, if those doting fires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherein he burns for Agripyne’s love,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Want power to melt from him this endless mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then like a slave we’ll chain him in our tower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where tortures shall compel his sweating hands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cast rich heaps into our treasury.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt348.png" width="400" height="47" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>The same.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Music sounding still; a curtain being drawn</i>, <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>
<i>is discovered sleeping in</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne’s</span> <i>lap; she has
his purse, and she and another lady tie another like
it in its place, and then rise from him. Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I have found the sacred spring that never ebbs.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leave us: [<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Lady</span>.</i>] But I’ll not show’t your majesty<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till you have sworn by England’s royal crown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To let me keep it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> By my crown I swear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None but fair Agripyne the gem shall wear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Then is this mine: see, father, here’s the fire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose gilded beams still burn, this is the sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That ever shines, the tree that never dies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here grows the Garden of Hesperides;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The outside mocks you, makes you think ’tis poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But entering it, you find eternal store.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Art sure of this? How didst thou drive it out?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Fear not his waking yet, I made him drink<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That soporiferous juice which was composed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make the queen,<a name="FNanchor_393_393" id="FNanchor_393_393"></a><a href="#Footnote_393_393" class="fnanchor">[393]</a> my mother, relish sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When her last sickness summoned her to Heaven.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sleeps profoundly: when his amorous eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had singed their wings in Cupid’s wanton flames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I set him all on fire, and promised love,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In pride whereof, he drew me forth this purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And swore, by this he multiplied his gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I tried and found it true: and secretly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commanded music with her silver tongue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To chime soft lullabies into his soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whilst my fingers wantoned with his hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’entice the sleepy juice to charm his eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all points was there made a purse, like his,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which counterfeit is hung in place of this.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> More than a second kingdom hast thou won.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Leave him, that when he wakes he may suspect,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some else has robbed him; come, dear Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If this strange purse his sacred virtues hold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll circle England with a wall of gold.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Music still: Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>very gallant, reading a bill,
with empty bags in his hand, singing.</i></p>


<p><i>Shad.</i> These English occupiers are mad Trojans: let
a man pay them never so much, they’ll give him nothing
but the bag. Since my master created me steward over
his fifty men, and his one-and-fifty horse, I have rid over
much business, yet never was galled, I thank the destinies.
Music? O delicate warble: O these courtiers are most
sweet triumphant creatures! Seignior, sir, monsieur,
sweet seignior: this is the language of the accomplishment.
O delicious strings; these heavenly wire-drawers
have stretched my master even out at length: yet at
length he must wake. Master?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Wake me not yet, my gentle Agripyne.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> One word, sir, for the billets, and I vanish.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> There’s Heaven in these times: throw the musicians<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A bounteous largesse of three hundred angels.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>starts up</i>.</span></span>
</div>


<p><i>Shad.</i> Why, sir, I have but ten pounds left.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Ha, Shadow? where’s the Princess Agripyne?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I am not Apollo, I cannot reveal.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Was not the princess here, when thou cam’st
in?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Here was no princess but my princely self.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> In faith?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> No, in faith, sir.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Where are you hid? where stand you wantoning?
Not here? gone, i’faith? have you given me the slip?
Well, ’tis but an amorous trick, and so I embrace it: my
horse, Shadow, how fares my horse?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Upon the best oats my under-steward can buy.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> I mean, are they lusty, sprightly, gallant,
wanton, fiery?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> They are as all horses are, caterpillars to the
commonwealth, they are ever munching: but, sir, for
these billets, and these fagots and bavins?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> ’Sheart, what billets, what fagots? dost make
me a woodmonger?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> No, sweet seignior, but you have bid the king
and his peers to dinner, and he has commanded that no
woodmonger sell you a stick of wood, and that no collier
shall cozn you of your measure, but must tie up the
mouth of their sacks, lest their coals kindle your choler.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Is’t possible? is’t true, or hast thou learnt of
the English gallants to gull?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> He’s a gull that would be taught by such gulls.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Not a stick of wood? Some child of envy has
buzzed this stratagem into the king’s ear, of purpose to
disgrace me. I have invited his majesty, and though it
cost me a million, I’ll feast him. Shadow, thou shalt hire
a hundred or two of carts, with them post to all the
grocers in London, buy up all the cinnamon, cloves, nutmegs,
liquorice and all other spices, that have any strong
heart, and with them make fires to prepare our cookery.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ere Fortunatus’ son look red with shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">
He’ll dress a king’s feast in a spicèd flame.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> This device, sir, will be somewhat akin to Lady
Pride, ’twill ask cost.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Fetch twenty porters, I’ll lade all with gold.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> First, master, fill these bags.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Come then, hold up. How now? tricks, new
crotchets, Madame Fortune? Dry as an eel-skin?
Shadow, take thou my gold out.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Why, sir, here’s none in.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Ha, let me see: O here’s a bastard cheek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I see now ’tis not mine; ’tis counterfeit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis so! Slave, thou hast robbed thy master.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Not of a penny, I have been as true a steward&mdash;</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Vengeance on thee and on thy stewardship!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet wherefore curse I thee? thy leaden soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had never power to mount up to the knowledge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the rich mystery closed in my purse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Oh no, I’ll curse myself, mine eyes I’ll curse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have betrayed me; I will curse my tongue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That hath betrayed me; I’ll curse Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She hath betrayed me. Sirens, cease to sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your charms have ta’en effect, for now I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All your enchantments were, to cozen me.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Music ceases.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> What shall I do with this ten pound, sir?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Go buy with it a chain and hang thyself.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now think I on my father’s prophecy.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tell none, quoth he, the virtue, if you do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Much shame, much grief, much danger follows you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With tears I credit his divinity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O fingers, were you upright justices,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You would tear out mine eyes! had not they gazed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the frail colour of a painted cheek,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None had betrayed me: henceforth I’ll defy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All beauty, and will call a lovely eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sun whose scorching beams burn up our joys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or turn them black like Ethiopians.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O women, wherefore are you born men’s woe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why are your faces framed angelical?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your hearts of sponges, soft and smooth in show,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But touched, with poison they do overflow.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Had sacred wisdom been my father’s fate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He had died happy, I lived fortunate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shadow, bear this to beauteous Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With it this message, tell her, I’ll reprove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her covetous sin the less, because for gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I see that most men’s souls too cheap are sold.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Shall I buy these spices to-day or to-morrow?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> To-morrow? ay, to-morrow thou shalt buy them.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow tell the princess I will love her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow tell the king I’ll banquet him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow, Shadow, will I give thee gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow pride goes bare and lust acold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow will the rich man feed the poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And vice to-morrow virtue will adore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow beggars shall be crownèd kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This no-time, morrow’s-time, no sweetness sings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pray thee hence; bear that to Agripyne.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I’ll go hence, because you send me; but I’ll go
weeping hence, for grief that I must turn villain as many do,
and leave you when you are up to the ears in adversity.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> She hath robbed me, and now I’ll play the thief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ay, steal from hence to Cyprus, for black shame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here, through my riots, brands my lofty name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll sell this pride for help to bear me thither,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So pride and beggary shall walk together.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This world is but a school of villany,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore I’ll rob my brother, not of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor of his virtues, virtue none will steal&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, if I can, I’ll steal his wishing hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with that, wandering round about the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll search all corners to find Misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And where she dwells, I’ll dwell, languish and die.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt352.png" width="350" height="45" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p>




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<img src="images/zillt353a.png" width="400" height="129" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3>


<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt353b.png" width="164" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi3">
<span><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span> Gentles, if e’er you have beheld the passions,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The combats of his soul, who being a king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By some usurping hand hath been deposed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From all his royalties: even such a soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such eyes, such heart swol’n big with sighs and tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The star-crossed son of Fortunatus wears.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His thoughts crowned him a monarch in the morn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet now he’s bandied by the seas in scorn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From wave to wave: his golden treasure’s spoil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes him in desperate language to entreat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The winds to spend their fury on his life:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they, being mild in tyranny, or scorning<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To triumph in a wretch’s funeral,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Toss him to Cyprus. Oh, what treachery<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot this serpent gold entice us to?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He robs his brother of the Soldan’s prize,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And having got his wish, the wishing hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He does not, as he vowed, seek misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But hopes by that to win his purse again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in that hope from Cyprus is he fled.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If your swift thoughts clap on their wonted wings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Genoa may you take this fugitive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where having cozened many jewellers,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To England back he comes; step but to court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there disguised you find him bargaining<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For jewels with the beauteous Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who wearing at her side the virtuous purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He clasps her in his arms, and as a raven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Griping the tender-hearted nightingale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So flies he with her, wishing in the air<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be transported to some wilderness:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Imagine this the place; see, here they come!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since they themselves have tongues, mine shall be dumb.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt354a.png" width="400" height="45" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE I.&mdash;<i>A Wilderness.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>with the wishing hat on, and dragging</i>
<span class="smcap">Agripyne</span> <i>by the hand</i>.</p>


<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt354b.png" width="148" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi4">
<span><span class="smcap">Agrip.</span> What devil art thou that affright’st me thus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Haling a princess from her father’s court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To spoil her in this savage wilderness?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="prose"><i>Andel.</i> Indeed the devil and the pick-purse
should always fly together, for
they are sworn brothers: but Madam Covetousness, I
am neither a devil as you call me, nor a jeweller as I
call myself; no, nor a juggler,&mdash;yet ere you and I part, we’ll
have some legerdemain together. Do you know me?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I am betrayed: this is the Cypriot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgive me, ’twas not I that changed thy purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Athelstane my father; send me home,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And here’s thy purse again: here are thy jewels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I in satisfaction of all wrongs&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Talk not you of satisfaction, this is some recompense,
that I have you. ’Tis not the purse I regard: put
it off, and I’ll mince it as small as pie meat. The purse?
hang the purse: were that gone, I can make another,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span>
and another, and another, ay, and another: ’tis not the
purse I care for, but the purser, you, ay you. Is’t not
a shame that a king’s daughter, a fair lady, a lady not for
lords, but for monarchs, should for gold sell her love,
and when she has her own asking, and that there stands
nothing between, then to cheat your sweetheart? O fie,
fie, a she cony-catcher? You must be dealt fondly with.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Enjoin what pains thou wilt, and I’ll endure them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So thou wilt send me to my father’s court.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Nay God’s lid, y’are not gone so: set your
heart at rest, for I have set up my rest, that except you
can run swifter than a hart, home you go not. What
pains shall I lay upon you? Let me see: I could serve
you now but a slippery touch: I could get a young king
or two, or three, of you, and then send you home, and bid
their grandsire king nurse them: I could pepper you, but
I will not.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> O, do not violate my chastity.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> No, why I tell you I am not given to the flesh,
though I savour in your nose a little of the devil, I could
run away else, and starve you here.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> If I must die, doom me some easier death.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Or transform you, because you love picking,
into a squirrel, and make you pick out a poor living here
among the nut trees: but I will not neither.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> What will my gentle Andelocia do?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Oh, now you come to your old bias of cogging.<a name="FNanchor_394_394" id="FNanchor_394_394"></a><a href="#Footnote_394_394" class="fnanchor">[394]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I pray thee, Andelocia, let me go:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send me to England, and by Heaven I swear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou from all kings on earth my love shalt bear.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Shall I in faith?</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> In faith, in faith thou shalt.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Hear, God a mercy: now thou shalt not go.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Oh God.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Nay, do you hear, lady? Cry not, y’are best; no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span>
nor curse me not. If you think but a crabbed thought of
me, the spirit that carried you in mine arms through the
air, will tell me all; therefore set your Sunday face upon’t.
Since you’ll love me, I’ll love you, I’ll marry you, and lie
with you, and beget little jugglers: marry, home you get
not. England, you’ll say, is yours: but, Agripyne, love
me, and I will make the whole world thine.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I care not for the world, thou murd’rest me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between my sorrow, and the scalding sun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I faint, and quickly will my life be done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My mouth is like a furnace, and dry heat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drinks up my blood. O God, my heart will burst,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I die, unless some moisture quench my thirst.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> ’Sheart, now I am worse than ere I was before:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For half the world I would not have her die.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s neither spring nor ditch, nor rain, nor dew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor bread nor drink: my lovely Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be comforted, see here are apple trees.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Climb up for God’s sake, reach me some of them.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Look up, which of these apples likes thee best?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> This hath a withered face, ’tis some sweet fruit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not that, my sorrows are too sour already.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Come hither, here are apples like gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> O, ay, for God’s sake, gather some of these.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ay me, would God I were at home again!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Stand farther, lest I chance to fall on thee.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Climbs up.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p>Oh here be rare apples, rare red-cheeked apples, that cry
come kiss me: apples, hold your peace, I’ll teach you to
cry.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Eats one.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> O England, shall I ne’er behold thee more?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Agripyne, ’tis a most sugared delicious taste in
one’s mouth, but when ’tis down, ’tis as bitter as gall.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Yet gather some of them. Oh, that a princess<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should pine for food: were I at home again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should disdain to stand thus and complain.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Andel.</i> Here’s one apple that grows highest, Agripyne;
an’ I could reach that, I’ll come down.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Fishes with his girdle for it.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Make haste, for the hot sun doth scald my cheeks.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> The sun kiss thee? hold, catch, put on my hat,
I will have yonder highest apple, though I die for’t.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I had not wont be sun-burnt, wretched me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O England, would I were again in thee!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>leaps down</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> ’Swounds, Agripyne, stay, Oh I am undone!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet Agripyne, if thou hear’st my voice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take pity of me, and return again.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She flies like lightning: Oh she hears me not!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wish myself into a wilderness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now I shall turn wild: here I shall famish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here die, here cursing die, here raving die,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus will wound my breast, and rend mine hair.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What hills of flint are grown upon my brows?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O me, two forkèd horns, I am turned beast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have abused two blessings, wealth and knowledge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wealth in my purse, and knowledge in my hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which being borne into the courts of kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I might have seen the wondrous works of Jove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Acquired experience, learning, wisdom, truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I in wildness tottered out my youth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore must turn wild, must be a beast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An ugly beast: my body horns must bear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because my soul deformity doth wear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lives none within this wood? If none but I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Live here,&mdash;thanks Heaven! for here none else shall die.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Lies down and sleeps under the tree.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span>, <span class="smcap">Vice</span>, <span class="smcap">Virtue</span>, <i>the <span class="antiqua">Priest</span>: and <span class="antiqua">Satyrs</span>
with music, playing before</i> <span class="smcap">Fortune</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> See where my new-turned devil has built his hell.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Vice.</i> Virtue, who conquers now? the fool is ta’en.</p>

<p><i>Virtue.</i> O sleepy sin.</p>

<p><i>Vice.</i> Sweet tunes, wake him again.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Music sounds awhile, and then ceases.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Vice sits too heavy on his drowsy soul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Music’s sweet concord cannot pierce his ear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sing, and amongst your songs mix bitter scorn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Those that tear Virtue, must by Vice be torn.<br /></span>
</div>


<p class="song"><span class="smcap">Song.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Virtue, stand aside: the fool is caught.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laugh to see him, laugh aloud to wake him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Folly’s nets are wide, and neatly wrought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mock his horns, and laugh to see Vice take him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Who’s the fool? the fool, he wears a horn.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>wakens and stands up</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Virtue, stand aside, mock him, mock him, mock him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laugh aloud to see him, call him fool.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Error gave him suck, now sorrows rock him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send the riotous beast to madness’ school.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn.<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Who’s the fool? the fool, he wears a horn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Virtue, stand aside: your school he hates.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Laugh aloud to see him, mock, mock, mock him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vanity and hell keep open gates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s in, and a new nurse, Despair, must rock him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i10">Fool, fool, fool, fool, fool, wear still the horn.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<span class="smcap">Vice</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Virtue</span> <i>hold apples out to</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>,
<span class="smcap">Vice</span> <i>laughing</i>, <span class="smcap">Virtue</span> <i>grieving</i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O me, what hell is this? fiends, tempt me not.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou glorious devil, hence. O now I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This fruit is thine, thou hast deformèd me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Idiot, avoid, thy gifts I loathe to taste.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Away: since I am entered madness’ school,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As good to be a beast, as be a fool.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away, why tempt you me? some powerful grace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come and redeem me from this hideous place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> To her hath Andelocia all his life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sworn fealty; would’st thou forsake her now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Whose blessed tongue names Andelocia?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Hers, who, attended on by destinies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shortened thy father’s life, and lengthens thine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O sacred Queen of chance, now shorten mine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Else let thy deity take off this shame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Woo her, ’twas she that set it on thy head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> She laughs to see me metamorphosèd.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Rises.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Woo me, and I’ll take off this ugly scorn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Woo me, and I’ll clap on another horn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> I am beset with anguish, shame and death.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O bid the Fates work fast, and stop my breath.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> No, Andelocia, thou must live to see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Worse torments, for thy follies, light on thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This golden tree, which did thine eyes entice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was planted here by Vice: lo, here stands Vice:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How often hast thou sued to win her grace?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Till now, I never did behold her face.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thou didst behold her at thy father’s death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou in scorn didst violate his will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou didst behold her, when thy stretched-out arm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Catched at the highest bough, the loftiest vice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fairest apple, but the foulest price;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou didst behold her, when thy liquorish eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fed on the beauty of fair Agripyne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because th’ hadst gold, thou thought’st all women thine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When look’st thou off from her? for they whose souls<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still revel in the nights of vanity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the fair cheeks of Vice still fix their eye.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because her face doth shine, and all her bosom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bears silver moons, thou wast enamoured of her.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But hadst thou upward looked, and seen these shames,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Or viewed her round about, and in this glass<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seen idiots’ faces, heads of devils and hell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And read this “Ha, ha, he,” this merry story,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wouldst have loathed her: where, by loving her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou bear’st this face, and wear’st this ugly head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if she once can bring thee to this place,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Loud sounds these “Ha, ha, he!” She’ll laugh apace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O, re-transform me to a glorious shape,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I will learn how I may love to hate her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> I cannot re-transform thee, woo this woman.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> This woman? wretched is my state, when I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To find out wisdom, to a fool must fly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Fool, clear thine eyes, this is bright Aretë,<a name="FNanchor_395_395" id="FNanchor_395_395"></a><a href="#Footnote_395_395" class="fnanchor">[395]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is poor virtue, care not how the world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doth crown her head, the world laughs her to scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet “<span class="smcap">Sibi sapit</span>,” Virtue knows her worth.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Run after her, she’ll give thee these and these,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crowns and bay-garlands, honour’s victories:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Serve her, and she will fetch thee pay from Heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or give thee some bright office in the stars.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Immortal Aretë, Virtue divine:      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">O smile on me, and I will still be thine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Smile thou on me, and I will still be thine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I am jealous of thy apostasy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll entertain thee: here, come taste this tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here’s physic for thy sick deformity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Tis bitter: this fruit I shall ne’er digest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Try once again, the bitterness soon dies.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Mine’s sweet, taste mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> But being down ’tis sour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mine being down has a delicious taste.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The path that leads to Virtue’s court is narrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thorny and up a hill, a bitter journey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But being gone through, you find all heavenly sweets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The entrance is all flinty, but at th’ end,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To towers of pearl and crystal you ascend.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O delicate, O sweet Ambrosian relish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And see, my ugliness drops from my brows,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thanks, beauteous Aretë: O had I now<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My hat and purse again, how I would shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gild my soul with none but thoughts divine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> That shall be tried, take fruit from both these trees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By help of them, win both thy purse and hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will instruct thee how, for on my wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To England shalt thou ride; thy virtuous brother<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is, with that Shadow who attends on thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In London, there I’ll set thee presently.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if thou lose our favours once again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To taste her sweets, those sweets must prove thy bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Vice, who shall now be crowned with victory?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> She that triumphs at last, and that must I.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt361.png" width="400" height="44" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>London.</i> <i>The Court of</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>, <span class="smcap">Lincoln</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Cyprus</span>,
<span class="smcap">Galloway</span>, <span class="smcap">Cornwall</span>, <span class="smcap">Chester</span>, <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Montrose</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Lincoln, how set’st thou her at liberty?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> No other prison held her but your court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There in her chamber hath she hid herself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These two days, only to shake off that fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which her late violent rapture cast upon her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Where hath the beauteous Agripyne been?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> In Heaven or hell, in or without the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know not which, for as I oft have seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When angry Thamesis hath curled her locks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A whirlwind come, and from her frizzled brows,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Snatch up a handful of those sweaty pearls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That stood upon her forehead, which awhile,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Being by the boist’rous wind hung in the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At length hath flung them down and raised a storm,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even with such fury was I wherried up,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And by such force held prisoner in the clouds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thrown by such a tempest down again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> Some soul is damned in hell for this black deed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I have the purse safe, and anon your grace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall hear the wondrous history at full.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Tell me, tormentor, shall fair Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without more difference be now christened mine!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> My choice must be my father’s fair consent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Then shall thy choice end in this Cyprus prince.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before the sun shall six times more arise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His royal marriage will we solemnise.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Proclaim this honoured match! Come, Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am glad th’ art here, more glad the purse is mine.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>As they are going in, enter</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Shadow</span>, <i>disguised as Irish coster-mongers</i>.
<span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Longaville</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>
<i>stay listening to them, the rest exeunt</i>.</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Buy any apples, feene apples of Tamasco,<a name="FNanchor_396_396" id="FNanchor_396_396"></a><a href="#Footnote_396_396" class="fnanchor">[396]</a> feene
Tamasco peepins: peeps feene, buy Tamasco peepins.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Damasco apples? good my Lord Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Call yonder fellows.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Montr.</i> Sirrah coster-monger.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Who calls: peeps of Tamasco, feene peeps:
Ay, fat ’tis de sweetest apple in de world, ’tis better den
de Pome water,<a name="FNanchor_397_397" id="FNanchor_397_397"></a><a href="#Footnote_397_397" class="fnanchor">[397]</a> or apple John.<a name="FNanchor_398_398" id="FNanchor_398_398"></a><a href="#Footnote_398_398" class="fnanchor">[398]</a></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> By my trat, madam, ’tis reet Tamasco peepins,
look here els.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I dare not say, as de Irishman my countryman
say, taste de goodness of de fruit: no, sayt, ’tis farie
teere, mistriss, by Saint Patrick’s hand ’tis teere Tamasco
apple.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> The fairest fruit that ever I beheld.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Damasco apples, wherefore are they good?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Longa.</i> What is your price of half a score of these?</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Half a score, half a score? dat is doos many,
mester.<a name="FNanchor_399_399" id="FNanchor_399_399"></a><a href="#Footnote_399_399" class="fnanchor">[399]</a></p>

<p><i>Longa.</i> Ay, ay, ten, half a score, that’s five and five.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Feeve and feeve? By my trat and as Creeze
save me la, I cannot tell wat be de price of feeve and
feeve, but ’tis tree crown for one peepin, dat is de preez
if you take ’em.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Ay fat, ’tis no less for Tamasco.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> Three crowns for one? what wondrous virtues
have they?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> O, ’tis feene Tamasco apple, and shall make
you a great teal wise, and make you no fool, and make
feene memory.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> And make dis fash be more fair and amiable,
and make dis eyes look always lovely, and make all de
court and country burn in desire to kiss di none sweet
countenance.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Apples to make a lady beautiful?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Madam, that’s excellent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> These Irishmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some say, are great dissemblers, and I fear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These two the badge of their own country wear.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> By my trat, and by Saint Patrick’s hand, and
as Creez save me la, ’tis no dissembler: de Irishman
now and den cut di countryman’s throat, but yet in fayt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span>
he love di countryman, ’tis no dissembler: dis feene
Tamasco apple can make di sweet countenance, but I
can take no less but three crowns for one, I wear out my
naked legs and my foots, and my tods,<a name="FNanchor_400_400" id="FNanchor_400_400"></a><a href="#Footnote_400_400" class="fnanchor">[400]</a> and run hidder
and didder to Tamasco for dem.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> As Creez save me la, he speaks true: Peeps
feene.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> I’ll try what power lies in Damasco fruit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Here are ten crowns for three. So fare you well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Lord Longaville, buy some.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> I buy? not I:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hang them, they are toys; come, madam, let us go.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Both.</i> Saint Patrick and Saint Peter, and all de holy
angels look upon dat fash and make it fair.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span> <i>softly</i>.</p>


<p><i>Shad.</i> Ha, ha, ha! she’s sped, I warrant.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Peace, Shadow, buy any peepins, buy.</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Peeps feene, feene Tamasco apples.</p>

<p><i>Montr.</i> Came not Lord Longaville to buy some fruit?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> No fat, master, here came no lords nor ladies,
but di none sweet self.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> ’Tis well, say nothing, here’s six crowns for two:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You say the virtues are to make one strong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Both.</i> Yes fat, and make sweet countenance and strong too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> ’Tis excellent: here! farewell! if these prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll conquer men by strength, women by love.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span>.</p>


<p><i>Andel.</i> Ha, ha, ha! why this is rare.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Peace, master, here comes another fool.</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Peepes feene, buy any peepes of Tamasco?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Longa.</i> Did not the Lord Montrose return to you?</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> No fat, sweet master, no lord did turn to us:
peepes feene!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> I am glad of it; here are nine crowns for three.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What are the virtues besides making fair?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> O, ’twill make thee wondrous wise.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> And dow shall be no more a fool, but sweet face
and wise.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> ’Tis rare, farewell, I never yet durst woo.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">None loves me: now I’ll try what these can do.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Ha, ha, ha. So, this is admirable, Shadow,
here end my torments in Saint Patrick’s Purgatory, but
thine shall continue longer.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Did I not clap on a good false Irish face?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> It became thee rarely.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Yet that’s lamentable, that a false face should
become any man.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Thou art a gull,<a name="FNanchor_401_401" id="FNanchor_401_401"></a><a href="#Footnote_401_401" class="fnanchor">[401]</a> tis all the fashion now, which
fashion because we’ll keep, step thou abroad, let not the
world want fools; whilst thou art commencing thy
knavery there, I’ll precede Dr. Dodipoll<a name="FNanchor_402_402" id="FNanchor_402_402"></a><a href="#Footnote_402_402" class="fnanchor">[402]</a> here: that
done, thou, Shadow, and I will fat ourselves<a name="FNanchor_403_403" id="FNanchor_403_403"></a><a href="#Footnote_403_403" class="fnanchor">[403]</a> to behold
the transformation of these fools: go fly.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I fear nothing, but that whilst we strive to make
others fools, we shall wear the cock’s combs ourselves.
Pips fine.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span>.</span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ampedo</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> S’heart, here’s my brother whom I have abused:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His presence makes me blush, it strikes me dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To think how I am metamorphosèd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feene peepins of Tamasco!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span></p><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> For shame cast off this mask.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Wilt thou buy any pips?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Mock me no longer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With idle apparitions: many a land<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have I with weary feet and a sick soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Measured to find thee; and when thou art found,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My greatest grief is that thou art not lost.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet lost thou art, thy fame, thy wealth are lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy wits are lost, and thou hast in their stead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With shame and cares, and misery crowned thy head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Shadow that pursues thee, filled mine ears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With sad relation of thy wretchedness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where is the purse, and where my wishing hat?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Where, and where? are you created constable?
You stand so much upon interrogatories. The purse is
gone, let that fret you, and the hat is gone, let that mad
you: I run thus through all trades to overtake them, if
you be quiet, follow me, and help, if not, fly from me,
and hang yourself. Wilt thou buy any pippins?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Oh, how I grieve, to see him thus transformed?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet from the circles of my jealous eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall not start, till he have repossessed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those virtuous jewels, which found once again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More cause they ne’er shall give me to complain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their worth shall be consumed in murdering flames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And end my grief, his riot, and our shames.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt366.png" width="200" height="153" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span></p>




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<img src="images/zillt367a.png" width="400" height="117" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>London. The Court of Athelstane.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>, <i>followed by</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>,
<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>with horns; then</i> <span class="smcap">Lincoln</span> <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Cornwall</span>.</p>

<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt367b.png" width="151" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi4">
<span><span class="smcap">Athelst.</span> In spite of sorcery try once again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Try once more in contempt of all damned spells.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Your majesty fights with no mortal power.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shame, and not conquest, hangs upon this strife.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, touch me not, you add but pain to pain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The more you cut, the more they grow again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> Is there no art to conjure down this scorn?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ne’er knew physic yet against the horn.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cyprus</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> See, Prince of Cyprus, thy fair Agripyne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath turned her beauty to deformity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Then I defy thee, Love; vain hopes, adieu,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have mocked me long; in scorn I’ll now mock you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I came to see how the Lord Longaville<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was turned into a monster, and I find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An object, which both strikes me dumb and blind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow should have been our marriage morn,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span>
<span class="i0">But now my bride is shame, thy bridegroom scorn.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">tell me yet, is there no art, no charms,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No desperate physic for this desperate wound?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> All means are tried, but no means can be found.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Then, England, farewell: hapless maid, thy stars,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through spiteful influence set our hearts at wars.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am enforced to leave thee, and resign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love to grief.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Orleans</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Galloway</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> All grief to Agripyne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cypr.</i> Adieu, I would say more, had I a tongue<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Able to help his master: mighty king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I humbly take my leave; to Cyprus I;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father’s son must all such shame defy.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> So doth not Orleans; I defy all those<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That love not Agripyne, and him defy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That dares but love her half so well as I.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O pardon me! I have in sorrow’s jail<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Been long tormented, long this mangled bosom<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath bled, and never durst expose her wounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till now, till now, when at thy beauteous feet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I offer love and life. Oh, cast an eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of mercy on me, this deformèd face<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot affright my soul from loving thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Talk not of love, good Orleans, but of hate.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> What sentence will my love pronounce on me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> Will Orleans then be mad? O gentle friend.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> O gentle, gentle friend, I am not mad:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s mad, whose eyes on painted cheeks do doat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O Galloway, such read beauty’s book by rote.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s mad, that pines for want of a gay flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which fades when grief doth blast, or sickness lower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which heat doth wither, and white age’s frost<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nips dead: such fairness, when ’tis found, ’tis lost.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span>
<span class="i0">I am not mad, for loving Agripyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My love looks on her eyes with eyes divine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I doat on the rich brightness of her mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sacred beauty strikes all other blind.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O make me happy then, since my desires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are set a burning by love’s purest fires.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> So thou wilt bear her far from England’s sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Enjoy thy wishes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Lock me in some cave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where staring wonder’s eye shall not be guilty<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my abhorrèd looks, and I will die<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To thee, as full of love as misery.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> I am amazed and mad, some speckled soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lies pawned for this in hell, without redemption,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some fiend deludes us all.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> O unjust Fates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why do you hide from us this mystery?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> My Lord Montrose, how long have your brows worn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This fashion? these two feather springs of horn?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> An Irish kerne sold me Damasco apples<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some two hours since, and like a credulous fool&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He swearing to me that they had this power<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make me strong in body, rich in mind&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I did believe his words, tasted his fruit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since have been attired in this disguise.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> I fear that villain hath beguiled me too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> Nay before God he has not cozened you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have it soundly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Me he made believe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One apple of Damasco would inspire<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My thoughts with wisdom, and upon my cheeks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would cast such beauty that each lady’s eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which looked on me, should love me presently.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Desire to look more fair, makes me more fool,<a name="FNanchor_404_404" id="FNanchor_404_404"></a><a href="#Footnote_404_404" class="fnanchor">[404]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Those apples did entice my wandering eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be enamoured of deformity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> This proves that true, which oft I have heard in schools,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those that would seem most wise, do turn most fools.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> Here’s your best hope, none needs to hide his face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For hornèd foreheads swarm in every place.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Chester</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>disguised as a <span class="antiqua">French
Soldier</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Now, Chester, what physicians hast thou found?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Chest.</i> Many, my liege, but none that have true skill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To tame such wild diseases: yet here’s one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A doctor and a Frenchman, whom report<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Agripyne’s grief hath drawn to court.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Cure her, and England’s treasury shall stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As free for thee to use, as rain from Heaven.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Cure me, and to thy coffers I will send<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More gold from Scotland than thy life can spend.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Cure Longaville, and all his wealth is thine.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> He Monsieur Long-villain,<a name="FNanchor_405_405" id="FNanchor_405_405"></a><a href="#Footnote_405_405" class="fnanchor">[405]</a> gra tanck you:
Gra tanck your mashesty a great teal artely by my trat:
where be dis Madam Princeza dat be so mush tormenta?
O Jeshu: one, two: an tree, four an five, seez horn:
Ha, ha, ha, pardona moy prea wid al mine art, for by
my trat, me can no point shose but laugh, Ha, ha, ha, to
mark how like tree bul-beggera, dey stand. Oh, by my
trat and fat, di divela be whoreson, scurvy, paltry, ill
favore knave to mock de madam, and gentill-home so:
Ha, ha, ha, ha.</p>

<p><i>Linc.</i> This doctor comes to mock your majesty.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> No, by my trat la, but me lova musha musha
merymant: come, madam, pre-artely stand still, and letta<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span>
me feel you. Dis horn, O ’tis pretty horn, dis be facile,
easy for pull de vey; but, madam, dis O be grand, grand
horn, difficil, and very deep; ’tis perilous, a grand laroone.
But, madam, prea be patient, we shall take it off vell.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Thrice have we pared them off, but with fresh pain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In compass of a thought they rise again.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> It’s true, ’tis no easy mattra, to pull horn off,
’tis easy to pull on, but hard for pull off; some horn be
so good fellow, he will still inhabit in de man’s pate, but
’tis all one for tat, I shall snap away all dis. Madam,
trust dis down into your little belly.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Father, I am in fear to taste his physic.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First let him work experiments on those.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> I’ll sauce you for your infidelity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In no place can I spy my wishing hat.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Aside.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Thou learned Frenchman, try thy skill on me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More ugly than I am, I cannot be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Cure me, and Montrose wealth shall all be thine.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> ’Tis all one for dat! Shall do presently, madam,
prea mark me. Monsieur, shamp dis in your two shaps,
so, now Monsieur Long-villain; dis so; now dis; fear
noting, ’tis eshelent medicine! so, now cram dis into your
guts, and belly; so, now snap away dis whoreson four
divela; Ha, ha, is no point good?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Pulls</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville’s</span> <i>horns off</i>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> This is most strange.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was’t painful, Longaville?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Ease took them off, and there remains no pain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> O try thy sacred physic upon me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> No by my trat, ’tis no possibla, ’tis no possibla,
al de mattra, all de ting, all de substance, all de medicine,
be among his and his belly: ’tis no possibla, till me prepare
more.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Prepare it then, and thou shalt have more gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From England’s coffers, than thy life can waste.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Andel.</i> I must buy many costly tings, dat grow in
Arabia, in Asia, and America, by my trat ’tis no possibla
till anoder time, no point.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> There’s nothing in the world, but may for gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be bought in England; hold your lap, I’ll rain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shower of angels.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Fie, fie, fie, fie, you no credit le dockature?
Ha, but vel, ’tis all one for tat: ’tis no mattera for gold!
vel, vel, vel, vel, vel, me have some more, prea say noting,
shall be presently prepara for your horns.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">(<i>Aside.</i>) She has my purse, and yonder lies my hat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Work, brains, and once more make me fortunate.&mdash;<br /></span>
</div>

<p>Vel, vel, vel, vel, be patient, madam, presently, presently!
Be patient, me have two, tree, four and five medicines for
de horn: presently, madam, stand you der, prea wid all
my art, stand you all der, and say noting,&mdash;so! nor look
noting dis vey. So, presently, presently, madam, snip dis
horn off wid de rushes and anoder ting by and by, by and
by, by and by. Prea look none dis vey, and say noting.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes his hat.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Let no man speak, or look, upon his life.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doctor, none here shall rob thee of thy skill.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> So, taka dis hand: winck now prea artely with
your two nyes: why so.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Would I were with my brother Ampedo!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> Help, father, help, I am hurried hence perforce.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Draw weapons, where’s the princess? follow him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stay the French doctor, stay the doctor there.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Cornwall</span> <i>and others run out, and presently re-enter</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> Stay him! ’s heart, who dare stay him? ’tis the devil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In likeness of a Frenchman, of a doctor.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look how a rascal kite having swept up<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A chicken in his claws, so flies this hell-hound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In th’ air with Agripyne in his arms.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Orle.</i> Mount every man upon his swiftest horse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fly several ways, he cannot bear her far.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Gall.</i> These paths we’ll beat.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Galloway</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Orleans</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Linc.</i> And this way shall be mine.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cornw.</i> This way, my liege, I’ll ride.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> And this way I:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No matter which way, to seek misery.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> I can ride no way, to out-run my shame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Yes, Longaville, let’s gallop after too;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Doubtless this doctor was that Irish devil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That cozened us, the medicine which he gave us<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tasted like his Damasco villany.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To horse, to horse, if we can catch this fiend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our forkèd shame shall in his heart blood end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> O how this mads me, that all tongues in scorn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which way soe’er I ride, cry, ’ware the horn!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt373.png" width="400" height="53" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>An open Space near London: a Prison and
a Pair of Stocks in the background.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Ampedo</span> <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>following</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Agrip.</i> O gentle Andelocia, pity me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take off this infamy, or take my life.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Your life? you think then that I am a true
doctor indeed, that tie up my living in the knots of winding
sheets: your life? no, keep your life, but deliver your
purse: you know the thief’s salutation,&mdash;“Stand and
deliver.” So, this is mine, and these yours: I’ll teach you
to live by the sweat of other men’s brows.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> And to strive to be fairer than God made her.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Right, Shadow: therefore vanish, you have
made me turn juggler, and cry “hey-pass,” but your horns
shall not repass.<a name="FNanchor_406_406" id="FNanchor_406_406"></a><a href="#Footnote_406_406" class="fnanchor">[406]</a></p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> O gentle Andelocia.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Andelocia is a nettle: if you touch him gently,
he’ll sting you.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Or a rose: if you pull his sweet stalk he’ll prick
you.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Therefore not a word; go, trudge to your
father. Sigh not for your purse, money may be got by
you, as well as by the little Welshwoman in Cyprus, that
had but one horn in her head;<a name="FNanchor_407_407" id="FNanchor_407_407"></a><a href="#Footnote_407_407" class="fnanchor">[407]</a> you have two, and perhaps
you shall cast both. As you use me, mark those
words well, “as you use me,” nay, y’are best fly, I’ll not
endure one word more. Yet stay too, because you
entreat me so gently, and that I’ll make some amends to
your father,&mdash;although I care not for any king in Christendom,
yet hold you, take this apple, eat it as you go to
court, and your horns shall play the cowards and fall
from you.</p>

<p><i>Agrip.</i> O gentle Andelocia.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Nay, away, not a word.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Ha, ha, ha! ’Ware horns!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <i>weeping</i>.</span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Why dost thou laugh, Shadow?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> To see what a horn plague follows covetousness
and pride.</p>

<p><i>Amp.</i> Brother, what mysteries lie in all this?</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Tricks, Ampedo, tricks, devices, and mad
hieroglyphics, mirth, mirth, and melody. O, there’s more
music in this, than all the gamut airs, and sol fa res, in
the world; here’s the purse, and here’s the hat: because
you shall be sure I’ll not start, wear you this, you know
its virtue. If danger beset you, fly and away: a sort of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span>
broken-shinned limping-legged jades run hobbling to
seek us. Shadow, we’ll for all this have one fit of mirth
more, to make us laugh and be fat.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> And when we are fat, master, we’ll do as all
gluttons do, laugh and lie down.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Hie thee to my chamber, make ready my
richest attire, I’ll to court presently.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> I’ll go to court in this attire, for apparel is but
the shadow of a man, but shadow is the substance of his
apparel.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Away, away, and meet me presently.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> I had more need to cry away to thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away, away with this wild lunacy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away with riots.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Away with your purity, brother, y’are an ass.
Why doth this purse spit out gold but to be spent? why
lives a man in this world, to dwell in the suburbs of it, as
you do? Away, foreign simplicity, away: are not eyes
made to see fair ladies? hearts to love them? tongues to
court them, and hands to feel them? Out, you stock, you
stone, you log’s end: Are not legs made to dance, and
shall mine limp up and down the world after your cloth-stocking-heels?
You have the hat, keep it. Anon I’ll
visit your virtuous countenance again; adieu! Pleasure
is my sweet mistress, I wear her love in my hat, and her
soul in my heart: I have sworn to be merry, and in spite
of Fortune and the black-browed Destinies, I’ll never be
sad.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Go, fool; in spite of mirth, thou shalt be sad.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll bury half thy pleasures in a grave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of hungry flames; this fire I did ordain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To burn both purse and hat: as this doth perish,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So shall the other; count what good and bad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They both have wrought, the good is to the ill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As a small pebble to a mighty hill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy glory and thy mischiefs here shall burn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good gifts abused to man’s confusion turn.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span> <i>with <span class="antiqua">Soldiers</span></i>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> This is his brother: soldiers, bind his arms.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Bind arms and legs, and hale the fiend away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Uncivil: wherefore must I taste your spite?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Art thou not one of Fortunatus’ sons?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> I am, but he did never do you wrong.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> The devil thy brother has; villain, look here.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Where is the beauteous purse and wishing hat?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> My brother Andelocia has the purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This way he’ll come anon to pass to court.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas, that sin should make men’s hearts so bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To kill their souls for the base thirst of gold.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wishing hat is burnt.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Burnt? Soldiers, bind him.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tortures shall wring both hat and purse from you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Villain, I’ll be revenged for that base scorn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hell-hound brother clapped upon my head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> And so will Longaville.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away with him!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Drag him to yonder tower, there shackle him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in a pair of stocks lock up his heels,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bid your wishing cap deliver you.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give us the purse and hat, we’ll set thee free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Else rot to death and starve.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Oh tyranny, you need not scorn the badge which you did bear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beasts would you be, though horns you did not wear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Drag hence the cur: come, noble Longaville,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One’s sure, and were the other fiend as fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their pride should cost their lives: their purse and hat<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall both be ours, we’ll share them equally.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> That will be some amends for arming me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Andelocia</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>after him</i>.</p>


<p><i>Montr.</i> Peace, Longaville, yonder the gallant comes.</p>

<p><i>Longa.</i> Y’are well encountered.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Thanks, Lord Longaville.</p>

<p><i>Longa.</i> The king expects your presence at the court.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> And thither am I going.</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Pips fine, fine apples of Tamasco, ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Montr.</i> Wert thou that Irishman that cozened us?</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Pips fine, ha, ha, ha! no not I: not Shadow.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Were not your apples delicate and rare?</p>

<p><i>Longa.</i> The worst that e’er you sold; sirs, bind him
fast.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> What, will you murder me? help, help, some
help!</p>

<p><i>Shad.</i> Help, help, help!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span>.</span></p>

<p><i>Montr.</i> Follow that dog, and stop his bawling throat.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Villains, what means this barbarous treachery?</p>

<p><i>Longa.</i> We mean to be revenged for our disgrace.</p>

<p><i>Montr.</i> And stop the golden current of thy waste.</p>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Murder! they murder me, O call for help.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Thy voice is spent in vain; come, come, this purse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This well-spring of your prodigality.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Andel.</i> Are you appointed by the king to this?</p>

<p><i>Montr.</i> No, no; rise, spurn him up! know you who’s
this?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> My brother Ampedo? Alas, what fate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath made thy virtues so unfortunate?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Thy riot and the wrong of these two lords,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who causeless thus do starve<a name="FNanchor_408_408" id="FNanchor_408_408"></a><a href="#Footnote_408_408" class="fnanchor">[408]</a> me in this prison.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Strive not y’are best, villains, lift in his legs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Traitors to honour, what do you intend?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> That riot shall in wretchedness have end.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Question thy brother with what cost he’s fed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so assure thou shall be banqueted.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> In want, in misery, in woe and care,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor Ampedo his fill hath surfeited:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span>
<span class="i0">My want is famine, bolts my misery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My care and woe should be thy portion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Give me that portion, for I have a heart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall spend it freely, and make bankrupt<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The proudest woe that ever wet man’s eyes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Care, with a mischief! wherefore should I care?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have I rid side by side by mighty kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet be thus bridled now? I’ll tear these fetters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Murder! cry, murder! Ampedo, aloud.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bear this scorn our fortunes are too proud.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> O folly, thou hast power to make flesh glad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the rich soul in wretchedness is clad.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Peace, fool, am I not Fortune’s minion?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These bands are but one wrinkle of her frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is her evening mask, her next morn’s eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall overshine the sun in majesty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> But this sad night will make an end of me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brother, farewell; grief, famine, sorrow, want,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have made an end of wretched Ampedo.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Where is the wishing hat?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Consumed in fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Accursèd be those hands that did destroy it;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That would redeem us, did we now enjoy it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Amp.</i> Wanton, farewell! I faint, Death’s frozen hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Congeals life’s little river in my breast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No man before his end is truly blest.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Dies.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> O miserable, miserable soul!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus a foul life makes death to look more foul.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span> <i>with a halter</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Thus shall this golden purse divided be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One day for you, another day for me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Of days anon, say, what determine you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall they have liberty, or shall they die?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Die sure: and see, I think the elder’s dead.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Ay, murderers, he is dead. O sacred Wisdom,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had Fortunatus been enamourèd<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of thy celestial beauty, his two sons<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had shined like two bright suns.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Pull hard, Montrose.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Andel.</i> Come you to strangle me? are you the hangman?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hell-hounds, y’are damned for this impiety.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune, forgive me! I deserve thy hate;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Myself have made myself a reprobate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue, forgive me! for I have transgressed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against thy laws; my vows are quite forgot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore shame is fallen to my sin’s lot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Riches and knowledge are two gifts divine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They that abuse them both as I have done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shame, to beggary, to hell must run.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O conscience, hold thy sting, cease to afflict me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be quick, tormentors, I desire to die;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No death is equal to my misery.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cyprus, vain world and vanity, farewell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who builds his Heaven on earth, is sure of hell.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Dies.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> He’s dead: in some deep vault let’s throw their bodies.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> First let us see the purse, Lord Longaville.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Here ’tis, by this we’ll fill this tower with gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Frenchman, this purse is counterfeit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> Thou liest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Scot, thou hast cozened me, give me the right,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Else shall thy bosom be my weapon’s grave.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Villain, thou shalt not rob me of my due.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They fight.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Athelstane</span>, <span class="smcap">Agripyne</span>, <span class="smcap">Orleans</span>, <span class="smcap">Galloway</span>,
<span class="smcap">Cornwall</span>, <span class="smcap">Chester</span>, <span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Shadow</span> <i>with
weapons at one door</i>: <span class="smcap">Fortune</span>, <span class="smcap">Vice</span>, <i>and their
<span class="antiqua">Attendants</span> at the other</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Lay hands upon the murderers, strike them down.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Surrender up this purse, for this is mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Are these two devils, or some powers divine?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Shad.</i> O see, see, O my two masters, poor Shadow’s
substances; what shall I do? Whose body shall Shadow
now follow?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Peace, idiot, thou shalt find rich heaps of fools,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That will be proud to entertain a shadow.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I charm thy babbling lips from troubling me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You need not hold them, see, I smite them down<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lower than hell: base souls, sink to your heaven.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> I do arrest you both my prisoners.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Stand not amazed, you gods of earth, at this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She that arresteth these two fools is Vice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have broke Virtue’s laws, Vice is her sergeant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her jailer and her executioner.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look on those Cypriots, Fortunatus’ sons,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They and their father were my minions,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My name is Fortune.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> O dread deity!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Kneel not to me: if Fortune list to frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You need not fall down, for she’ll spurn you down;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arise! but, fools, on you I’ll triumph thus:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What have you gained by being covetous?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This prodigal purse did Fortune’s bounteous hand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bestow on them, their riots made them poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And set these marks of miserable death<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On all their pride, the famine of base gold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath made your souls to murder’s hands be sold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only to be called rich. But, idiots, see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The virtues to be fled, Fortune hath caused it so;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those that will all devour, must all forego.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Most sacred Goddess!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Peace, you flatterer.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy tongue but heaps more vengeance on thy head.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune is angry with thee, in thee burns<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A greedy covetous fire, in Agripyne<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Pride like a monarch revels, and those sins<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have led you blind-fold to your former shames,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Virtue pardoned you, and so doth Fortune.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> and <i>Agrip.</i> All thanks to both your sacred deities.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> As for these metal-eaters, these base thieves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who rather than they would be counted poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will dig through hell for gold,&mdash;you were forgiven<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By Virtue’s general pardon; her broad seal<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gave you your lives, when she took off your horns.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet having scarce one foot out of the jail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You tempt damnation by more desperate means,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You both are mortal, and your pains shall ring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through both your ears, to terrify your souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As please the judgment of this mortal king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Athelst.</i> Fair Empress of the world, since you resign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your power to me, this sentence shall be mine:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou shall be tortured on a wheel to death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou with wild horses shall be quarterèd.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Points to</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Ha, ha, weak judge, weak judgment; I reverse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sentence, for they are my prisoners.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Embalm the bodies of those Cypriots,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And honour them with princely burial.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For those do as you please; but for these two,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I kiss you both, I love you, y’are my minions.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untie their bands, Vice doth reprieve you both.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I set you free.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Both.</i> Thanks, gracious deity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Begone, but you in liberty shall find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">More bondage than in chains; fools, get you hence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both wander with tormented conscience.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Longa.</i> O horrid judgment, that’s the hell indeed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Montr.</i> Come, come, our death ne’er ends if conscience bleed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Both.</i> O miserable, miserable men!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Longaville</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>.</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Fortune triumphs at this, yet to appear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All like myself, that which from those I took,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Athelstane, I will bestow on thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in it the old virtue I infuse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, king, take heed how thou my gifts dost use.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">England shall ne’er be poor, if England strive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rather by virtue than by wealth to thrive.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Virtue</span>, <i>crowned: <span class="antiqua">Nymphs</span> and <span class="antiqua">Kings</span> attending
on her, crowned with olive branches and laurels;
music sounding</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Virtue? alas good soul, she hides her head.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> What envious tongue said, “Virtue hides her head?”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> She that will drive thee into banishment.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> She that hath conquered thee: how dar’st thou come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus tricked in gaudy feathers, and thus guarded<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With crownèd kings and Muses, when thy foe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath trod thus on thee, and now triumphs so?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where’s virtuous Ampedo? See, he’s her slave;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For following thee, this recompense they have.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Is Ampedo her slave? Why, that’s my glory.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The idiot’s cap I once wore on my head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did figure him; those that like him do muffle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue in clouds, and care not how she shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll make their glory like to his decline.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He made no use of me, but like a miser,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Locked up his wealth in rusty bars of sloth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His face was beautiful, but wore a mask,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in the world’s eyes seemed a blackamoor:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So perish they that so keep Virtue poor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> Thou art a fool to strive, I am more strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And greater than thyself; then, Virtue, fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hide thy face, yield me the victory.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Is Vice higher than Virtue? that’s my glory,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span>
<span class="i0">The higher that thou art, thou art more horrid:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The world will love me for my comeliness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thine own self loves thyself: why on the heads<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Agripyne, Montrose, and Longaville,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">English, Scot, French&mdash;did Vice clap ugly horns,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But to approve that English, French and Scot,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the world else, kneel and honour Vice;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in no country, Virtue is of price!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Yes, in all countries Virtue is of price,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In every kingdom some diviner breast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is more enamoured of me than the rest.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have English, Scot and French bowed knees to thee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why that’s my glory too, for by their shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men will abhor thee and adore my name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune, thou art too weak, Vice, th’art a fool<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fight with me; I suffered you awhile<br /></span>
<span class="i0">T’eclipse my brightness, but I now will shine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And make you swear your beauty’s base to mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Thou art too insolent; see, here’s a court<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of mortal judges; let’s by them be tried,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which of us three shall most be deified.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> I am content.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> And I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> So am not I.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My judge shall be your sacred deity.<a name="FNanchor_409_409" id="FNanchor_409_409"></a><a href="#Footnote_409_409" class="fnanchor">[409]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Vice.</i> O miserable me, I am undone.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Vice</span> <i>and her train</i>.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> O stop the horrid monster.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Let her run.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortune, who conquers now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Virtue, I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou wilt triumph both over her and me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Empress of Heaven and earth.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Why do you mock me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kneel not to me, to her transfer your eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There sits the Queen of Chance, I bend my knees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lower than yours. Dread goddess, ’tis most meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Fortune fall down at thy conquering feet.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou sacred Empress that command’st the Fates,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgive what I have to thy handmaid done,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And at thy chariot wheels Fortune shall run,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And be thy captive, and to thee resign<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All powers which Heaven’s large patent have made mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> Fortune, th’art vanquished. Sacred deity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O now pronounce who wins the victory,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet that sentence needs not, since alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your virtuous presence Vice hath overthrown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet to confirm the conquest on your side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look but on Fortunatus and his sons;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the wealth those gallants did possess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only poor Shadow is left, comfortless:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their glory’s faded and their golden pride.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Shad.</i> Only poor Shadow tells how poor they died.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Virtue.</i> All that they had, or mortal men can have,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sends only but a Shadow from the grave.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue alone lives still, and lives in you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am a counterfeit, you are the true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am a shadow, at your feet I fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Begging for these, and these, myself and all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All these that thus do kneel before your eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are shadows like myself: dread nymph, it lies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In you to make us substances. O do it!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue I am sure you love, she wooes you to it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I read a verdict in your sun-like eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this it is: Virtue the victory.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> All loudly cry, Virtue the victory!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Fortune.</i> Virtue the victory! for joy of this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those self-same hymns which you to Fortune sung<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let them be now in Virtue’s honour rung.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span></p>

<p><span class="songtitle smcap">Song.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Virtue smiles: cry holiday,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dimples on her cheeks do dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue frowns, cry welladay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her love is Heaven, her hate is hell.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Heaven and hell obey her power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tremble when her eyes do lower.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since Heaven and hell her power obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where she smiles, cry holiday.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Holiday with joy we cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And bend, and bend, and merrily,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Sing hymns to Virtue’s deity:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Sing hymns to Virtue’s deity.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>As they are about to depart, enter <span class="antiqua">Two Old Men</span>.</i></p>


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<h3 class="break">THE EPILOGUE AT COURT.<a name="FNanchor_410_410" id="FNanchor_410_410"></a><a href="#Footnote_410_410" class="fnanchor">[410]</a></h3>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Nay stay, poor pilgrims, when I entered first<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The circle of this bright celestial sphere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wept for joy, now I could weep for fear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>2nd O. Man.</i> I fear we all like mortal men shall prove<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Weak, not in love, but in expressing love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Let every one beg once more on his knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One pardon for himself, and one for me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I enticed you hither. O dear Goddess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Breathe life in our numbed spirits with one smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from this cold earth, we with lively souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall rise like men new-born, and make Heaven sound<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With hymns sung to thy name, and prayers that we<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May once a year so oft enjoy this sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till these young boys change their curled locks to white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when gray-wingèd age sits on their heads,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That so their children may supply their steads,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that Heaven’s great arithmetician,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who in the scales of number weighs the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May still to forty-two add one year more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And still add one to one, that went before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And multiply four tens by many a ten:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To this I cry, Amen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Amen, amen!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>1st O. Man.</i> Good-night, dear mistress, those that wish thee harm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus let them stoop under destruction’s arm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Amen, amen, amen!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span></p>





<h2 class="break" title="THE WITCH OF EDMONTON.">
<span class="hide">THE WITCH OF EDMONTON.</span></h2>

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</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span></p>


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<div>
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</div>

<p class="drop-capi2">
<span class="smcap">The</span> Witch of Edmonton, which
was probably first performed in 1623,
was not published until thirty-five years
later, in 1658. It was then issued in the
usual quarto form, with the title: <i>The
Witch of Edmonton</i>: “A known True
Story. Composed into a Tragi-Comedy
by divers well-esteemed Poets, William Rowley, Thomas
Dekker, John Ford, &amp;c. Acted by the Prince’s Servants,
often at the Cock-Pit in Drury-Lane, once at Court, with
singular Applause.” The best modern reprint of the play is
that in the Gifford-Dyce edition of Ford, upon which the
present version is based.</p>

<p>It is impossible to assign the exact share of the various
authors in the play. The business of the Witch, the rustic
chorus, and certain other parts mark themselves out as
mainly Dekker’s. The conception of Sir Arthur Clarington,
and the subsidiary domestic plot is no doubt mainly Ford’s.
Rowley’s share is more difficult to ascertain. The intimate
collaboration of all three can alone be held accountable for
some of the scenes, and indeed in even the passages most
characteristic of any one of the authors, the touch of another
often shows itself in a chance word or phrase.</p>

<p>The justification for the description of the play as “A
known true story” is a pamphlet written by Henry Goodcole,
and published at London in 1621, giving an account
of one Elizabeth Sawyer, late of Islington, who was “executed
in 1621 for witchcraft.” See Caulfield’s “Portraits,
Memoirs, and Characters of Remarkable Persons,” 1794.
No existing copy of the pamphlet is known, but the British
Museum possesses copies of two of Goodcole’s other pamphlets
on similar subjects.</p>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="PROLOGUE.">
<span class="hide">PROLOGUE.</span>
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<img src="images/zillt389a.png" width="400" height="144" alt="PROLOGUE." />
</span></h3>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The town of Edmonton hath lent the stage<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Devil<a name="FNanchor_411_411" id="FNanchor_411_411"></a><a href="#Footnote_411_411" class="fnanchor">[411]</a> and a Witch, both in an age.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make comparisons it were uncivil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Between so even a pair, a Witch and Devil;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as the year doth with his plenty bring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As well a latter as a former spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So hath this Witch enjoyed the first, and reason<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Presumes she may partake the other season:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In acts deserving name, the proverb says,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">“Once good, and ever;” why not so in plays?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why not in this? since, gentlemen, we flatter<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No expectation; here is mirth and matter.<br /></span>
</div>
<span class="sig">MASTER BIRD.</span>
</div></div>

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</div>

<div class="container">
<div class="centerpoem">
<div><i>The whole argument of the play is this distich.</i></div>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Forced marriage, murder; murder blood requires:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reproach, revenge; revenge hell’s help desires.<br /></span>
</div>
</div>
</div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[Pg 390]</a></span></p>




<h3 title="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.">
<span class="hide">DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</span>
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<img src="images/zillt390a.png" width="450" height="84" alt="DRAMATIS PERSONÆ." />
</span></h3>

<div class="container">
<div class="dp">
Sir <span class="smcap">Arthur Clarington</span>.<br />
<i>Old Thorney</i>, a Gentleman.<br />
<span class="smcap">Carter</span>, a Rich Yeoman.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Warbeck</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">Suitors To Carter’s Daughters.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Somerton</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Frank</span>, Thorney’s Son.<br />
<span class="smcap">Old Banks</span>, a Countryman.<br />
<span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span>, his Son.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">Countrymen.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Hamluc</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>
Morris-dancers.<br />
<span class="smcap">Sawgut</span>, an old Fiddler.<br />
A Dog, a Familiar.<br />
A Spirit.<br />
Countrymen, Justice, Constable, Officers, Serving-men and Maids.<br />
<br />
Mother <span class="smcap">Sawyer</span>, the Witch.<br />
<span class="smcap">Ann</span>, Ratcliffe’s Wife.<br />


<div class="left">
<table class="moustache" summary="">
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Susan</span>,</td><td rowspan="2"><span class="bracket">}</span></td><td  rowspan="2">Carter’s Daughters.</td></tr>
<tr><td><span class="smcap">Katherine</span>,</td></tr>
</table></div>

<span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>, Sir Arthur’s Maid.<br />
<br />
SCENE&mdash;The town and neighbourhood of <span class="smcap">Edmonton</span>; in the<br />
end of the last act, <span class="smcap">London</span>.<br />
</div></div>

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<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[Pg 391]</a></span></p>




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<p class="p2 x-large center"><i>THE WITCH OF EDMONTON.</i></p>




<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>The neighbourhood of Edmonton. A Room
in the House of <span class="antiqua">Sir</span></i> <span class="smcap">Arthur Clarington</span>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank Thorney</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>, <i>who is with
child</i>.</p>

<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt391b.png" width="131" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi2">
<span><span class="smcap">Frank.</span> Come, wench; why, here’s a business soon dispatched:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy heart I know is now at ease; thou need’st not<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fear what the tattling gossips in their cups<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can speak against thy fame; thy child shall know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom to call dad now.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent16">You have here discharged</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The true part of an honest man; I cannot<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Request a fuller satisfaction<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than you have freely granted: yet methinks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis an hard case, being lawful man and wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We should not live together.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Had I failed</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In promise of my truth to thee, we must<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have then been ever sundered; now the longest<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of our forbearing either’s company<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Is only but to gain a little time<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For our continuing thrift; that so hereafter<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The heir that shall be born may not have cause<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To curse his hour of birth, which made him feel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The misery of beggary and want,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two devils that are occasions to enforce<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shameful end. My plots aim but to keep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father’s love.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent12">And that will be as difficult</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be preserved, when he shall understand<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How you are married, as it will be now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should you confess it to him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent21">Fathers are</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Won by degrees, not bluntly, as our masters<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or wrongèd friends are; and besides I’ll use<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such dutiful and ready means, that ere<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He can have notice of what’s past, th’ inheritance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To which I am born heir shall be assured;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That done, why, let him know it: if he like it not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet he shall have no power in him left<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cross the thriving of it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent22">You who had</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The conquest of my maiden-love may easily<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Conquer the fears of my distrust. And whither<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must I be hurried?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent11">Prithee do not use</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A word so much unsuitable to the constant<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Affections of thy husband: thou shalt live<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Near Waltham Abbey with thy uncle Selman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have acquainted him with all at large:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’ll use thee kindly; thou shalt want no pleasures,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor any other fit supplies whatever<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst in heart desire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent21">All these are nothing</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without your company.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">Which thou shalt have</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once every month at least.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent20">Once every month!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is this to have an husband?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Perhaps oftener;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That’s as occasion serves.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent21">Ay, ay; in case</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">No other beauty tempt your eye, whom you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like better, I may chance to be remembered,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And see you now and then. Faith, I did hope<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’d not have used me so: ’tis but my fortune.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet, if not for my sake, have some pity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the child I go with; that’s your own:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ’less you’ll be a cruel-hearted father,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You cannot but remember that.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaven knows how&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent12">To quit which fear at once,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As by the ceremony late performed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I plighted thee a faith as free from challenge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As any double thought; once more, in hearing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Heaven and thee, I vow that never henceforth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Disgrace, reproof, lawless affections, threats,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or what can be suggested ’gainst our marriage,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall cause me falsify that bridal oath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That binds me thine. And, Winnifred, whenever<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wanton heat of youth, by subtle baits<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of beauty, or what woman’s art can practise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Draw me from only loving thee, let Heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Inflict upon my life some fearful ruin!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope thou dost believe me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent23">Swear no more;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am confirmed, and will resolve to do<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What you think most behoveful for us.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent30">Thus, then;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make thyself ready; at the furthest house<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the green without the town, your uncle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Expects you. For a little time, farewell!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent26">Sweet,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">We shall meet again as soon as thou canst possibly?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> We shall. One kiss&mdash;away!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur Clarington</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent22">Frank Thorney!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent36">    Here, sir.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Alone? then must I tell thee in plain terms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast wronged thy master’s house basely and lewdly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Your house, sir?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent15">Yes, sir: if the nimble devil</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That wantoned in your blood rebelled against<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All rules of honest duty, you might, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have found out some more fitting place than here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have built a stews in. All the country whispers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How shamefully thou hast undone a maid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Approved for modest life, for civil carriage,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till thy prevailing perjuries enticed her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To forfeit shame. Will you be honest yet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make her amends and marry her?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent22">So, sir,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I might bring both myself and her to beggary;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that would be a shame worse than the other.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> You should have thought on this before, and then<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your reason would have overswayed the passion<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of your unruly lust. But that you may<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be left without excuse, to salve the infamy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my disgracèd house, and ’cause you are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A gentleman, and both of you my servants,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll make the maid a portion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent21">So you promised me</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before, in case I married her. I know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Arthur Clarington deserves the credit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Report hath lent him, and presume you are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A debtor to your promise: but upon<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What certainty shall I resolve? Excuse me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For being somewhat rude.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[Pg 395]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent14">It is but reason.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well, Frank, what think’st thou of two hundred pounds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And a continual friend?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent15">Though my poor fortunes</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Might happily prefer me to a choice<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a far greater portion, yet, to right<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wrongèd maid and to preserve your favour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am content to accept your proffer.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent25">Art thou?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Sir, we shall every day have need to employ<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The use of what you please to give.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent22">Thou shall have’t.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Then I claim<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your promise.&mdash;We are man and wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent26">Already?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> And more than so, sir, I have promised her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Free entertainment in her uncle’s house<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Near Waltham Abbey, where she may securely<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sojourn, till time and my endeavours work<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father’s love and liking.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent18">Honest Frank!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I hope, sir, you will think I cannot keep her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without a daily charge.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent12">As for the money,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis all thine own! and though I cannot make thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A present payment, yet thou shalt be sure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will not fail thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">But our occasions&mdash;</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent34">Nay, nay,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Talk not of your occasions; trust my bounty;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It shall not sleep.&mdash;Hast married her, i’faith, Frank?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis well, ’tis passing well!&mdash;then, Winnifred,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once more thou art an honest woman. Frank,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou hast a jewel; love her; she’ll deserve it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when to Waltham?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">She is making ready;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her uncle stays for her.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent14">Most provident speed.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Frank, I will be thy friend, and such a friend!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’lt bring her thither?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">Sir, I cannot; newly</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father sent me word I should come to him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Marry, and do; I know thou hast a wit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To handle him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent7">I have a suit t’ye.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent23">What is’t?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Anything, Frank; command it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19"> That you’ll please</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">By letters to assure my father that<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am not married.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent6">How!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">Some one or other</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath certainly informed him that I purposed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To marry Winnifred; on which he threatened<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To disinherit me:&mdash;to prevent it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lowly I crave your letters, which he seeing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will credit; and I hope, ere I return,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On such conditions as I’ll frame, his lands<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be assured.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent7">But what is there to quit<a name="FNanchor_412_412" id="FNanchor_412_412"></a><a href="#Footnote_412_412" class="fnanchor">[412]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My knowledge of the marriage?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Why, you were not</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A witness to it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent6">I conceive; and then&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His land confirmed, thou wilt acquaint him throughly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all that’s past.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">I mean no less.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent25">Provided</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I never was made privy to’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Alas, sir,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I a talker?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>    <span class="indent4">Draw thyself the letter,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll put my hand to’t. I commend thy policy;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[Pg 397]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Thou’rt witty, witty, Frank; nay, nay, ’tis fit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dispatch it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent5">I shall write effectually.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Go thy way, cuckoo;&mdash;have I caught the young man?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One trouble, then, is freed. He that will feast<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At other’s cost must be a bold-faced guest.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span> <i>in a riding-suit</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Win, I have heard the news; all now is safe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The worst is past: thy lip, wench [<i>Kisses her</i>]: I must bid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell, for fashion’s sake; but I will visit thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suddenly, girl. This was cleanly carried;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ha! was’t not, Win?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent14">Then were my happiness,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I in heart repent I did not bring him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dower of a virginity. Sir, forgive me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have been much to blame: had not my lewdness<a name="FNanchor_413_413" id="FNanchor_413_413"></a><a href="#Footnote_413_413" class="fnanchor">[413]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Given way to your immoderate waste of virtue,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You had not with such eagerness pursued<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The error of your goodness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent17">Dear, dear Win,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hug this art of thine; it shows how cleanly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou canst beguile, in case occasion serve<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To practise; it becomes thee: now we share<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Free scope enough, without control or fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To interchange our pleasures; we will surfeit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In our embraces, wench. Come, tell me, when<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wilt thou appoint a meeting?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent22">What to do?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Good, good, to con the lesson of our loves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our secret game.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent11">O, blush to speak it further!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As you’re a noble gentleman, forget<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sin so monstrous: ’tis not gently done<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[Pg 398]</a></span>
<span class="i0">To open a cured wound: I know you speak<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For trial; ’troth, you need not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent21">I for trial?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not I, by this good sunshine!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent22">Can you name</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That syllable of good, and yet not tremble<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To think to what a foul and black intent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You use it for an oath? Let me resolve<a name="FNanchor_414_414" id="FNanchor_414_414"></a><a href="#Footnote_414_414" class="fnanchor">[414]</a> you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you appear in any visitation<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That brings not with it pity for the wrongs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Done to abusèd Thorney, my kind husband,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you infect mine ear with any breath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is not thoroughly perfumed with sighs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For former deeds of lust,&mdash;may I be cursed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even in my prayers, when I vouchsafe<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To see or hear you! I will change my life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From a loose whore to a repentant wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Wilt thou turn monster now? art not ashamed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After so many months to be honest at last?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away, away! fie on’t!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent16">My resolution</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is built upon a rock. This very day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Young Thorney vowed, with oaths not to be doubted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That never any change of love should cancel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bonds in which we are to either bound<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of lasting truth: and shall I, then, for my part<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unfile the sacred oath set on record<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Heaven’s book? Sir Arthur, do not study<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To add to your lascivious lust the sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of sacrilege; for if you but endeavour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By any unchaste word to tempt my constancy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You strive as much as in you lies to ruin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A temple hallowed to the purity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of holy marriage. I have said enough;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You may believe me.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[Pg 399]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent9">Get you to your nunnery;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">There freeze in your cold cloister: this is fine!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> Good angels guide me! Sir, you’ll give me leave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To weep and pray for your conversion?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent26">Yes:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away to Waltham! Pox on your honesty!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had you no other trick to fool me? well,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You may want money yet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent18">None that I’ll send for</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To you, for hire of a damnation.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I am gone, think on my just complaint:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was your devil; O, be you my saint!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Go, go thy ways; as changeable a baggage<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As ever cozened knight: I’m glad I’m rid of her.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Honest! marry, hang her! Thorney is my debtor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I thought to have paid him too; but fools have fortune.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt399.png" width="350" height="40" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>Edmonton. A Room in</i> <span class="smcap">Carter’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Thorney</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span>.</p>


<p><i>O. Thor.</i> You offer, Master Carter, like a gentleman;
I cannot find fault with it, ’tis so fair.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> No gentleman I, Master Thorney; spare the
Mastership, call me by my name, John Carter. Master
is a title my father, nor his before him, were acquainted
with; honest Hertfordshire yeomen; such an
one am I; my word and my deed shall be proved one at
all times. I mean to give you no security for the marriage
money.</p>

<p><i>O. Thor.</i> How! no security? although it need not so
long as you live, yet who is he has surety of his life one
hour? Men, the proverb says, are mortal; else, for my
part, I distrust you not, were the sum double.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Double, treble, more or less, I tell you, Master
Thorney, I’ll give no security. Bonds and bills are but
terriers to catch fools, and keep lazy knaves busy; my
security shall be present payment. And we here about
Edmonton hold present payment as sure as an alderman’s
bond in London, Master Thorney.</p>

<p><i>O. Thor.</i> I cry you mercy, sir; I understood you not.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> I like young Frank well, so does my Susan too;
the girl has a fancy to him, which makes me ready in my
purse. There be other suitors within, that make much
noise to little purpose. If Frank love Sue, Sue shall have
none but Frank. ’Tis a mannerly girl, Master Thorney,
though but a homely man’s daughter; there have worse
faces looked out of black bags, man.</p>

<p><i>O. Thor.</i> You speak your mind freely and honestly. I
marvel my son comes not; I am sure he will be here
some time to-day.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> To-day or to-morrow, when he comes he shall be
welcome to bread, beer, and beef, yeoman’s fare; we have
no kickshaws: full dishes, whole bellyfuls. Should I diet
three days at one of the slender city-suppers, you might
send me to Barber-Surgeons’ hall the fourth day, to hang
up for an anatomy.<a name="FNanchor_415_415" id="FNanchor_415_415"></a><a href="#Footnote_415_415" class="fnanchor">[415]</a>&mdash;Here come they that&mdash;</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Warbeck</span> <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>, <span class="smcap">Somerton</span> <i>with</i>
<span class="smcap">Katherine</span>.</p>


<p>How now, girls! every day play-day with you? Valentine’s
day too, all by couples? Thus will young folks do
when we are laid in our graves, Master Thorney; here’s
all the care they take. And how do you find the wenches,
gentlemen? have they any mind to a loose gown and a
strait shoe? Win ’em and wear ’em; they shall choose
for themselves by my consent.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> You speak like a kind father.&mdash;Sue, thou hear’st<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The liberty that’s granted thee; what say’st thou?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wilt thou be mine?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent13">Your what, sir? I dare swear</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Never your wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent11">Canst thou be so unkind,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Considering how dearly I affect thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, dote on thy perfections?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent23">You are studied,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Too scholar-like, in words I understand not.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am too coarse for such a gallant’s love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As you are.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> By the honour of gentility,&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Good sir, no swearing; yea and nay with us<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prevail above all oaths you can invent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> By this white hand of thine,&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent31">Take a false oath!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fie, fie! flatter the wise; fools not regard it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And one of these am I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent17">Dost thou despise me?</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Let ’em talk on, Master Thorney; I know Sue’s
mind. The fly may buzz about the candle, he shall but
singe his wings when all’s done; Frank, Frank is he has
her heart.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> But shall I live in hope, Kate?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent31">Better so</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than be a desperate man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> Perhaps thou think’st it is thy portion<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I level at: wert thou as poor in fortunes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thou art rich in goodness, I would rather<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be suitor for the dower of thy virtues<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than twice thy father’s whole estate; and, prithee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be thou resolved<a name="FNanchor_416_416" id="FNanchor_416_416"></a><a href="#Footnote_416_416" class="fnanchor">[416]</a> so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent17">Master Somerton,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is an easy labour to deceive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A maid that will believe men’s subtle promises;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I conceive of you as worthily<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I presume you to deserve.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i>      <span class="indent22">Which is,</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span>
<span class="i0">As worthily in loving thee sincerely<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thou art worthy to be so beloved.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> I shall find time to try you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i>      <span class="indent22">Do, Kate, do;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when I fail, may all my joys forsake me!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Warbeck and Sue are at it still. I laugh to myself,
Master Thorney, to see how earnestly he beats the
bush, while the bird is flown into another’s bosom. A very
unthrift, Master Thorney; one of the country roaring-lads:
we have such as well as the city, and as arrant
rake-hells as they are, though not so nimble at their
prizes of wit. Sue knows the rascal to an hair’s-breadth,
and will fit him accordingly.</p>

<p><i>O. Thor.</i> What is the other gentleman?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> One Somerton; the honester man of the two by
five pound in every stone-weight. A civil fellow; he has
a fine convenient estate of land in West Ham, by Essex:
Master Ranges, that dwells by Enfield, sent him hither.
He likes Kate well; I may tell you I think she likes
him as well: if they agree, I’ll not hinder the match
for my part. But that Warbeck is such another&mdash;I
use him kindly for Master Somerton’s sake; for he
came hither first as a companion of his: honest men,
Master Thorney, may fall into knaves’ company now and
then.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> Three hundred a-year jointure, Sue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent36">Where lies it?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">By sea or by land? I think by sea.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> Do I look like a captain?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent26">Not a whit, sir.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should all that use the seas be reckoned captains,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s not a ship should have a scullion in her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To keep her clean.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent13">Do you scorn me, Mistress Susan?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I a subject to be jeered at?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent25">Neither</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I a property for you to use<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[Pg 403]</a></span>
<span class="i0">As stale<a name="FNanchor_417_417" id="FNanchor_417_417"></a><a href="#Footnote_417_417" class="fnanchor">[417]</a> to your fond wanton loose discourse:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray, sir, be civil.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent15">Wilt be angry, wasp?</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> God-a-mercy, Sue! she’ll firk him, on my life, if
he fumble with her.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</p>


<p>Master Francis Thorney, you are welcome indeed;
your father expected your coming. How does the right
worshipful knight, Sir Arthur Clarington, your master?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> In health this morning.&mdash;Sir, my duty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent30"> Now</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You come as I could wish.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> [<i>Aside</i>]          <span class="indent12">Frank Thorney, ha!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> You must excuse me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19">Virtuous Mistress Susan,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Kind Mistress Katharine. [<i>Kisses them.</i>]&mdash;Gentlemen, to both<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good time o’ th’ day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i>      <span class="indent16">The like to you.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent32">’Tis he.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A word, friend. [<i>Aside to Som.</i>] On my life, this is the man<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stands fair in crossing Susan’s love to me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> [<i>Aside to War.</i>] I think no less; be wise, and take no notice on’t;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He that can win her best deserves her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> [<i>Aside to Som.</i>]               <span class="indent12">Marry</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A serving-man? mew!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> [<i>Aside to War.</i>] Prithee, friend, no more.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Gentlemen all, there’s within a slight dinner
ready, if you please to taste of it; Master Thorney, Master
Francis, Master Somerton.&mdash;Why, girls! what huswives!
will you spend all your forenoon in tittle-tattles? away!
it’s well, i’faith.&mdash;Will you go in, gentlemen?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> We’ll follow presently; my son and I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have a few words of business.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[Pg 404]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i>      <span class="indent23">At your pleasure.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">O. Thor.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</span></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> I think you guess the reason, Frank, for which<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sent for you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent8">Yes, sir.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> I need not tell you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With what a labyrinth of dangers daily<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The best part of my whole estate’s encumbered;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor have I any clue to wind it out<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But what occasion proffers me; wherein<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you should falter, I shall have the shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And you the loss. On these two points rely<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our happiness or ruin. If you marry<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With wealthy Carter’s daughter, there’s a portion<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will free my land; all which I will instate,<a name="FNanchor_418_418" id="FNanchor_418_418"></a><a href="#Footnote_418_418" class="fnanchor">[418]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the marriage, to you: otherwise<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must be of necessity enforced<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make a present sale of all; and yet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For aught I know, live in as poor distress,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or worse, than now I do. You hear the sum?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I told you thus before; have you considered on’t?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I have, sir; and however I could wish<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To enjoy the benefit of single freedom,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that I find no disposition in me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To undergo the burthen of that care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That marriage brings with it,&mdash;yet, to secure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And settle the continuance of your credit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I humbly yield to be directed by you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In all commands.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent7">You have already used</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such thriving protestations to the maid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That she is wholly yours; and&mdash;speak the truth&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You love her, do you not?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">’Twere pity, sir,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should deceive her.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[Pg 405]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent12">Better you’d been unborn.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But is your love so steady that you mean,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, more, desire, to make her your wife?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent33">Else, sir,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It were a wrong not to be righted.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent20">True,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It were: and you will marry her?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Heaven prosper it,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do intend it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent6">O, thou art a villain!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A devil like a man! Wherein have I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Offended all the powers so much, to be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Father to such a graceless, godless son?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> To me, sir, this! O, my cleft heart!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent26">To thee,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Son of my curse. Speak truth and blush, thou monster!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast thou not married Winnifred, a maid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was fellow-servant with thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank</i> [<i>Aside</i>].            <span class="indent12">Some swift spirit</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has blown this news abroad; I must outface it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> D’ you study for excuse? why, all the country<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is full on’t.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> With your licence, ’tis not charitable,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m sure it is not fatherly, so much<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be o’erswayed with credulous conceit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of mere impossibilities; but fathers<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are privileged to think and talk at pleasure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Why, canst thou yet deny thou hast no wife?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> What do you take me for? an atheist?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One that nor hopes the blessedness of life<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hereafter, neither fears the vengeance due<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To such as make the marriage-bed an inn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which travellers, day and night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After a toilsome lodging, leave at pleasure?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I become so insensible of losing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The glory of creation’s work, my soul?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, I have lived too long!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[Pg 406]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent16">Thou hast, dissembler.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dar’st thou perséver yet, and pull down wrath<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As hot as flames of hell to strike thee quick<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the grave of horror? I believe thee not;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Get from my sight!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent11">Sir, though mine innocence</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Needs not a stronger witness than the clearness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of an unperished conscience, yet for that<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was informed how mainly you had been<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Possessed of this untruth,&mdash;to quit all scruple,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Please you peruse this letter; ’tis to you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> From whom?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">Sir Arthur Clarington, my master.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Well, sir.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Reads.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank</i> [<i>Aside</i>].    <span class="indent6">On every side I am distracted;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am waded deeper into mischief<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than virtue can avoid; but on I must:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fate leads me; I will follow.&mdash;There you read<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What may confirm you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent12">Yes, and wonder at it.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgive me, Frank; credulity abused me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My tears express my joy; and I am sorry<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I injured innocence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">Alas! I knew</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your rage and grief proceeded from your love<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To me; so I conceived it.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent16">My good son,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll bear with many faults in thee hereafter;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bear thou with mine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">The peace is soon concluded.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>.</p>


<p><i>Car.</i> Why, Master Thorney, d’ye mean to talk out
your dinner? the company attends your coming. What
must it be, Master Frank? or son Frank? I am plain
Dunstable.<a name="FNanchor_419_419" id="FNanchor_419_419"></a><a href="#Footnote_419_419" class="fnanchor">[419]</a></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[Pg 407]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Son, brother, if your daughter like to have it so.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I dare be confident she is not altered<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From what I left her at our parting last:&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are you, fair maid?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent14">You took too sure possession</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of an engagèd heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent13">Which now I challenge.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Marry, and much good may it do thee, son.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take her to thee; get me a brace of boys at a burthen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Frank; the nursing shall not stand thee in a pennyworth<br /></span>
<span class="i0">of milk; reach her home and spare not: when’s<br /></span>
<span class="i0">the day?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> To-morrow, if you please. To use ceremony<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of charge and custom were to little purpose;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their loves are married fast enough already.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> A good motion. We’ll e’en have an household
dinner, and let the fiddlers go scrape: let the bride
and bridegroom dance at night together; no matter for
the guests:&mdash;to-morrow, Sue, to-morrow.&mdash;Shall’s to
dinner now?</p>

<p><i>O. Thor.</i> We are on all sides pleased, I hope.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Pray Heaven I may deserve the blessing sent me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now my heart is settled.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Frank.</i> So is mine.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Your marriage-money shall be received before
your wedding-shoes can be pulled on. Blessing on you
both!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank</i> [<i>Aside</i>]. No man can hide his shame from Heaven that views him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In vain he flees whose destiny pursues him.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt407.png" width="400" height="58" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[Pg 408]</a></span></p>




<div class="figcenterp4" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt408a.png" width="400" height="97" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE SECOND.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>The Fields near Edmonton.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer</span> <i>gathering sticks</i>.</p>

<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt408b.png" width="131" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi6">
<span><span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer.</span> And why on me? why should the envious world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Throw all their scandalous malice upon me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Cause I am poor, deformed, and ignorant,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like a bow buckled and bent together<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By some more strong in mischiefs than myself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must I for that be made a common sink<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all the filth and rubbish of men’s tongues<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fall and run into? Some call me witch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And being ignorant of myself, they go<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About to teach me how to be one; urging<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That my bad tongue&mdash;by their bad usage made so&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forspeaks<a name="FNanchor_420_420" id="FNanchor_420_420"></a><a href="#Footnote_420_420" class="fnanchor">[420]</a> their cattle, doth bewitch their corn,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This they enforce upon me, and in part<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make me to credit it; and here comes one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my chief adversaries.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Banks.</i> Out, out upon thee, witch!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[Pg 409]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent24">Dost call me witch?</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> I do, witch, I do; and worse I would,
knew I a name more hateful. What makest thou upon
my ground?</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Down with them when I bid thee quickly;
I’ll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> You won’t, churl, cut-throat, miser!&mdash;there
they be [<i>Throws them down</i>]: would they stuck cross thy
throat, thy bowels, thy maw, thy midriff!</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Sayest thou me so, hag? Out of my
ground!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Beats her.</i></span></p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Dost strike me, slave, curmudgeon! Now,
thy bones ache, thy joints cramp, and convulsions
stretch and crack thy sinews!</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Cursing, thou hag! take that and that.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Beats her and exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Strike, do!&mdash;and withered may that hand and arm<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose blows have lamed me drop from the rotten trunk.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Abuse me! beat me! call me hag and witch!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What is the name, where and by what art learned,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What spells, what charms, or invocations,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May the thing called Familiar be purchased?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span> <i>and several other <span class="antiqua">Clowns</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Cud.</i> A new head for the tabor, and silver tipping for
the pipe; remember that: and forget not five leash of
new bells.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Double bells;&mdash;Crooked Lane<a name="FNanchor_421_421" id="FNanchor_421_421"></a><a href="#Footnote_421_421" class="fnanchor">[421]</a>&mdash;ye shall
have ’em straight in Crooked Lane:&mdash;double bells all, if
it be possible.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Double bells? double coxcombs! trebles, buy
me trebles, all trebles; for our purpose is to be in the
altitudes.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[Pg 410]</a></span></p>
<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> All trebles? not a mean?<a name="FNanchor_422_422" id="FNanchor_422_422"></a><a href="#Footnote_422_422" class="fnanchor">[422]</a></p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Not one. The morris is so cast, we’ll have
neither mean nor base in our company, fellow Rowland.</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> What! nor a counter?<a name="FNanchor_423_423" id="FNanchor_423_423"></a><a href="#Footnote_423_423" class="fnanchor">[423]</a></p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> By no means, no hunting counter;<a name="FNanchor_424_424" id="FNanchor_424_424"></a><a href="#Footnote_424_424" class="fnanchor">[424]</a> leave that to
Enfield Chase men: all trebles, all in the altitudes. Now
for the disposing of parts in the morris, little or no labour
will serve.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> If you that be minded to follow your leader
know me&mdash;an ancient honour belonging to our house&mdash;for
a fore-horse i’ th’ team and fore-gallant<a name="FNanchor_425_425" id="FNanchor_425_425"></a><a href="#Footnote_425_425" class="fnanchor">[425]</a> in a morris,
my father’s stable is not unfurnished.</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> So much for the fore-horse; but how for a
good hobby-horse?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> For a hobby-horse? let me see an almanac.
Midsummer-moon, let me see ye. “When the moon’s
in the full, then’s wit in the wane.” No more. Use
your best skill; your morris will suffer an eclipse.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> An eclipse?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> A strange one.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> Strange?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Yes, and most sudden. Remember the fore-gallant,
and forget the hobby-horse! The whole body
of your morris will be darkened.&mdash;There be of us&mdash;but
’tis no matter:&mdash;forget the hobby-horse!</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Cuddy Banks!&mdash;have you forgot since he
paced it from Enfield Chase to Edmonton?&mdash;Cuddy,
honest Cuddy, cast thy stuff.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Suffer may ye all! it shall be known, I can take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[Pg 411]</a></span>
mine ease as well as another man. Seek your hobby-horse
where you can get him.<a name="FNanchor_426_426" id="FNanchor_426_426"></a><a href="#Footnote_426_426" class="fnanchor">[426]</a></p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Cuddy, honest Cuddy, we confess, and are
sorry for our neglect.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> The old horse shall have a new bridle.</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> The caparisons new painted.</p>

<p><i>4th Cl.</i> The tail repaired. The snaffle and the bosses
new saffroned o’er.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Kind,&mdash;</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> Honest,&mdash;</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> Loving, ingenious,&mdash;</p>

<p><i>4th Cl.</i> Affable Cuddy.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> To show I am not flint, but affable, as you say,
very well stuffed, a kind of warm dough or puff-paste, I
relent, I connive, most affable Jack. Let the hobby-horse
provide a strong back, he shall not want a belly
when I am in him&mdash;but [<i>Seeing Sawyer</i>]&mdash;’uds me,
Mother Sawyer!</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> The old Witch of Edmonton!&mdash;if our mirth be
not crossed&mdash;</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> Bless us, Cuddy, and let her curse her t’other
eye out.&mdash;What dost now?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> “Ungirt, unblest,” says the proverb; but my
girdle shall serve for a riding knot; and a fig for all the
witches in Christendom!&mdash;What wouldst thou?</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> The devil cannot abide to be crossed.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> And scorns to come at any man’s whistle.</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> Away&mdash;</p>

<p><i>4th Cl.</i> With the witch!</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Away with the Witch of Edmonton!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt in strange postures.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Still vexed! still tortured! that curmudgeon Banks<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is ground of all my scandal; I am shunned<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[Pg 412]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And hated like a sickness; made a scorn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To all degrees and sexes. I have heard old beldams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Talk of familiars in the shape of mice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rats, ferrets, weasels, and I wot not what,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That have appeared, and sucked, some say, their blood;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But by what means they came acquainted with them<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am now ignorant. Would some power, good or bad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Instruct me which way I might be revenged<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon this churl, I’d go out of myself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And give this fury leave to dwell within<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This ruined cottage ready to fall with age,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Abjure all goodness, be at hate with prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And study curses, imprecations,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blasphemous speeches, oaths, detested oaths,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or anything that’s ill: so I might work<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revenge upon this miser, this black cur,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That barks and bites, and sucks the very blood<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of me and of my credit. ’Tis all one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be a witch as to be counted one:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vengeance, shame, ruin light upon that canker!<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Black Dog</span>.</i></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Ho! have I found thee cursing? now thou art<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine own.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Thine! what art thou?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent25">He thou hast so often</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Importuned to appear to thee, the devil.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Bless me! the devil?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Come, do not fear; I love thee much too well<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hurt or fright thee; if I seem terrible,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is to such as hate me. I have found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy love unfeigned; have seen and pitied<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy open wrongs; and come, out of my love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give thee just revenge against thy foes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> May I believe thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent23">To confirm’t, command me</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do any mischief unto man or beast,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[Pg 413]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And I’ll effect it, on condition<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, uncompelled, thou make a deed of gift<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of soul and body to me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent15">Out, alas!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My soul and body?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent12">And that instantly,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And seal it with thy blood: if thou deniest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll tear thy body in a thousand pieces.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> I know not where to seek relief: but shall I,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After such covenants sealed, see full revenge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On all that wrong me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent16">Ha, ha! silly woman!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The devil is no liar to such as he loves:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Didst ever know or hear the devil a liar<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To such as he affects?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Then I am thine; at least so much of me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I can call mine own&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent19">Equivocations?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Art mine or no? speak, or I’ll tear&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent22">All thine.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Seal’t with thy blood.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>She pricks her arm, which he sucks. Thunder
and lightning.</i></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><span class="indent20">See! now I dare call thee mine!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For proof, command me; instantly I’ll run<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To any mischief; goodness can I none.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> And I desire as little. There’s an old churl,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">One Banks&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent6">That wronged thee, lamed thee, called thee witch.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> The same; first upon him I’d be revenged.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Thou shalt; do but name how.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent26">Go, touch his life.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> I cannot.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Hast thou not vowed? Go, kill the slave!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent36">        I wonnot.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> I’ll cancel, then, my gift.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[Pg 414]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent21">Ha, ha!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent26">Dost laugh!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why wilt not kill him?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent17">Fool, because I cannot.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though we have power, know it is circumscribed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tied in limits: though he be curst to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet of himself he’s loving to the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And charitable to the poor: now men that,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As he, love goodness, though in smallest measure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Live without compass of our reach. His cattle<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And corn I’ll kill and mildew; but his life&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until I take him, as I late found thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cursing and swearing&mdash;I’ve no power to touch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Work on his corn and cattle, then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent36">  I shall.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Witch of Edmonton shall see his fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If she at least put credit in my power,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in mine only; make orisons to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And none but me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent8">Say how and in what manner.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> I’ll tell thee: when thou wishest ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Corn, man, or beast wouldst spoil or kill,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Turn thy back against the sun,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">And mumble this short orison:<br /></span>
<span class="i7">“If thou to death or shame pursue ’em,<br /></span>
<span class="i7"><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Sanctibicetur nomen tuum</i>.”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> “If thou to death or shame pursue ’em,<br /></span>
<span class="i11"><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Sanctibicetur nomen tuum</i>.”<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Perfect: farewell. Our first-made promises<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll put in execution against Banks.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> <i>Contaminetur nomen tuum.</i> I’m an expert scholar;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Speak Latin, or I know not well what language,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As well as the best of ’em&mdash;but who comes here?<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The son of my worst foe.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[Pg 415]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To death pursue ’em,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Et sanctibicetur nomen tuum</i>.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> What’s that she mumbles? the devil’s paternoster?
would it were else!&mdash;Mother Sawyer, good-morrow.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Ill-morrow to thee, and all the world that flout<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A poor old woman,<br /></span>
</div>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To death pursue ’em,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <i>sanctibicetur nomen tuum</i>.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Nay, good Gammer Sawyer, whate’er it pleases
my father to call you, I know you are&mdash;</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> A witch.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> A witch? would you were else i’faith!</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Your father knows I am by this.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I would he did.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> And so in time may you.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I would I might else! But, witch or no witch,
you are a motherly woman; and though my father be a
kind of God-bless-us, as they say, I have an earnest suit
to you; and if you’ll be so kind to ka me one good turn,
I’ll be so courteous as to kob<a name="FNanchor_427_427" id="FNanchor_427_427"></a><a href="#Footnote_427_427" class="fnanchor">[427]</a> you another.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> What’s that? to spurn, beat me, and call me witch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As your kind father doth?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> My father! I am ashamed to own him. If he
has hurt the head of thy credit, there’s money to buy thee
a plaster [<i>Gives her money</i>]; and a small courtesy I
would require at thy hands.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> You seem a good young man, and&mdash;[<i>Aside</i>] I must dissemble,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The better to accomplish my revenge.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But&mdash;for this silver, what wouldst have me do?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bewitch thee?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> No, by no means; I am bewitched already: I
would have thee so good as to unwitch me, or witch
another with me for company.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[Pg 416]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> I understand thee not; be plain, my son.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> As a pike-staff, mother. You know Kate
Carter?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> The wealthy yeoman’s daughter? what of her?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> That same party has bewitched me.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Bewitched thee?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Bewitched me, <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">hisce auribus</i>. I saw a little devil
fly out of her eye like a burbolt,<a name="FNanchor_428_428" id="FNanchor_428_428"></a><a href="#Footnote_428_428" class="fnanchor">[428]</a> which sticks at this hour
up to the feathers in my heart. Now, my request is, to
send one of thy what-d’ye-call-’ems either to pluck that
out, or stick another as fast in hers: do, and here’s my
hand, I am thine for three lives.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> [<i>Aside</i>] We shall have sport.&mdash;Thou art in love with her?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Up to the very hilts, mother.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> And thou wouldst have me make her love thee too?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> [<i>Aside</i>] I think she’ll prove a witch in earnest.&mdash;Yes,
I could find in my heart to strike her three
quarters deep in love with me too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> But dost thou think that I can do’t, and I alone?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Truly, Mother Witch, I do verily believe so;
and, when I see it done, I shall be half persuaded so too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> It is enough: what art can do be sure of.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turn to the west, and whatsoe’er thou hear’st<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or seest, stand silent, and be not afraid.<br /></span>
</div>
<p class="indentdirection">[<i>She stamps on the ground; the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> appears,
and fawns, and leaps upon her.</i></p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Afraid, Mother Witch!&mdash;“turn my face to the
west!” I said I should always have a back-friend of her;
and now it’s out. An her little devil should be hungry,
come sneaking behind me, like a cowardly catchpole, and
clap his talons on my haunches&mdash;’Tis woundy cold, sure&mdash;I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[Pg 417]</a></span>
dudder and shake like an aspen-leaf every joint
of me.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> To scandal and disgrace pursue ’em,<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Et sanctibicetur nomen tuum</i>.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p>How now, my son, how is’t?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Scarce in a clean life, Mother Witch.&mdash;But did
your goblin and you spout Latin together?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> A kind of charm I work by; didst thou hear me?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I heard I know not the devil what mumble in a
scurvy base tone, like a drum that had taken cold in the
head the last muster. Very comfortable words; what
were they? and who taught them you?</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> A great learned man.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Learned man! learned devil it was as soon!
But what? what comfortable news about the party?</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Who? Kate Carter? I’ll tell thee. Thou
knowest the stile at the west end of thy father’s peas-field:
be there to-morrow night after sunset; and the
first live thing thou seest be sure to follow, and that
shall bring thee to thy love.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> In the peas-field? has she a mind to codlings<a name="FNanchor_429_429" id="FNanchor_429_429"></a><a href="#Footnote_429_429" class="fnanchor">[429]</a>
already? The first living thing I meet, you say, shall
bring me to her?</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> To a sight of her, I mean. She will seem
wantonly coy, and flee thee; but follow her close and
boldly: do but embrace her in thy arms once, and she is
thine own.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> “At the stile at the west end of my father’s peas-land,
the first live thing I see, follow and embrace her,
and she shall be thine.” Nay, an I come to embracing
once, she shall be mine; I’ll go near to make at eaglet
else.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> A ball well bandied! now the set’s half won;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The father’s wrong I’ll wreak upon the son.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[Pg 418]</a></span></p>

<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Carter’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span>, <span class="smcap">Warbeck</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Somerton</span>.</p>


<p><i>Car.</i> How now, gentlemen! cloudy? I know, Master
Warbeck, you are in a fog about my daughter’s marriage.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> And can you blame me, sir?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Nor you me justly. Wedding and hanging are
tied up both in a proverb; and destiny is the juggler that
unties the knot. My hope is, you are reserved to a richer
fortune than my poor daughter.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> However, your promise&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Is a kind of debt, I confess it.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> Which honest men should pay.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Yet some gentlemen break in that point now and
then, by your leave, sir.</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> I confess thou hast had a little wrong in the
wench; but patience is the only salve to cure it. Since
Thorney has won the wench, he has most reason to wear
her.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> Love in this kind admits no reason to wear her.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Then Love’s a fool, and what wise man will take
exception?</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> Come, frolic, Ned: were every man master of
his own fortune, Fate might pick straws, and Destiny go
a-wool-gathering.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> You hold yours in a string, though: ’tis well;
but if there be any equity, look thou to meet the like
usage ere long.</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> In my love to her sister Katherine? Indeed,
they are a pair of arrows drawn out of one quiver, and
should fly at an even length; if she do run after her
sister.&mdash;</p>

<p><i>War.</i> Look for the same mercy at my hands as I have
received at thine.</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> She’ll keep a surer compass; I have too strong a
confidence to mistrust her.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[Pg 419]</a></span></p>

<p><i>War.</i> And that confidence is a wind that has blown
many a married man ashore at Cuckold’s Haven, I can
tell you; I wish yours more prosperous though.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Whate’er your wish, I’ll master my promise to
him.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> Yes, as you did to me.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> No more of that, if you love me: but for the
more assurance, the next offered occasion shall consummate
the marriage; and that once sealed&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> Leave the manage of the rest to my care. But
see, the bridegroom and bride come; the new pair of
Sheffield knives, fitted both to one sheath.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> The sheath might have been better fitted, if
somebody had their due; but&mdash;</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> No harsh language, if thou lovest me. Frank
Thorney has done&mdash;</p>

<p><i>War.</i> No more than I, or thou, or any man, things so
standing, would have attempted.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank Thorney</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>.</p>


<p><i>Som.</i> Good-morrow, Master Bridegroom.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> Come, give thee joy: mayst thou live long and happy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In thy fair choice!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I thank ye, gentlemen; kind Master Warbeck,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I find you loving.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> Thorney, that creature,&mdash;much good do thee with her!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Virtue and beauty hold fair mixture in her;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s rich, no doubt, in both: yet were she fairer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art right worthy of her. Love her, Thorney;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis nobleness in thee, in her but duty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The match is fair and equal; the success<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I leave to censure. Farewell, Mistress Bride!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till now elected, thy old scorn deride.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Som.</i> Good Master Thorney&mdash;</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[Pg 420]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Nay, you shall not part till you see the barrels
run a-tilt, gentlemen.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Somerton</span>.</span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Why change you your face, sweetheart?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent30">Who, I? for nothing.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Dear, say not so; a spirit of your constancy<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot endure this change for nothing.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have observed strange variations in you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> In me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> In you, sir.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Awake, you seem to dream, and in your sleep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You utter sudden and distracted accents,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like one at enmity with peace. Dear loving husband,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May dare to challenge any interest in you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give me the reason fully; you may trust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My breast as safely as your own.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent26">With what?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You half amaze me; prithee&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent22">Come, you shall not,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Indeed you shall not, shut me from partaking<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The least dislike that grieves you; I’m all yours.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> And I all thine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent19"> You are not, if you keep</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The least grief from me: but I find the cause;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It grew from me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent9">From you?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent20">From some distaste</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In me or my behaviour: you’re not kind<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the concealment. ’Las, sir, I am young,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Silly and plain; more, strange to those contents<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wife should offer: say but in what I fail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll study satisfaction.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent17">Come; in nothing.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> I know I do; knew I as well in what,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You should not long be sullen. Prithee, love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I have been immodest or too bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Speak’t in a frown; if peevishly too nice,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[Pg 421]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Show’t in a smile: thy liking is the glass<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By which I’ll habit my behaviour.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Wherefore dost weep now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent27">You, sweet, have the power</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make me passionate as an April-day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now smile, then weep; now pale, then crimson red:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You are the powerful moon of my blood’s sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To make it ebb or flow into my face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As your looks change.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">Change thy conceit, I prithee;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art all perfection: Diana herself<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Swells in thy thoughts and moderates thy beauty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within thy left eye amorous Cupid sits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Feathering love-shafts, whose golden heads he dipped<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In<a name="FNanchor_430_430" id="FNanchor_430_430"></a><a href="#Footnote_430_430" class="fnanchor">[430]</a> thy chaste breast; in the other lies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Blushing Adonis scarfed in modesties;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And still as wanton Cupid blows love-fires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adonis quenches out unchaste desires;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from these two I briefly do imply<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A perfect emblem of thy modesty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then, prithee, dear, maintain no more dispute,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when thou speak’st, it’s fit all tongues be mute.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Come, come, these golden strings of flattery<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall not tie up my speech, sir; I must know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ground of your disturbance.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent23">Then look here;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For here, here is the fen in which this hydra<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of discontent grows rank.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Heaven shield it! where?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> In mine own bosom, here the cause has root;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The poisoned leeches twist about my heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And will, I hope, confound me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent26">You speak riddles.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Take’t plainly, then: ’twas told me by a woman<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[Pg 422]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Known and approved in palmistry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I should have two wives.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent19">Two wives? sir, I take it</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Exceeding likely; but let not conceit hurt you:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re afraid to bury me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">No, no, my Winnifred.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> How say you? Winnifred! you forget me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> No, I forget myself!&mdash;Susan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent31">In what?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Talking of wives, I pretend Winnifred,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A maid that at my mother’s waited on me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before thyself.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent10">I hope, sir, she may live</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To take my place: but why should all this move you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> The poor girl!&mdash;[<i>Aside.]</i> she has’t before thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that’s the fiend torments me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent27">Yet why should this</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raise mutiny within you? such presages<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Prove often false: or say it should be true?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> That I should have another wife?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent35">Yes, many;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If they be good, the better.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Never any</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Equal to thee in goodness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Sir, I could wish I were much better for you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet if I knew your fate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ordained you for another, I could wish&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So well I love you and your hopeful pleasure&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Me in my grave, and my poor virtues added<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my successor.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent9">Prithee, prithee, talk not</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of deaths or graves; thou art so rare a goodness<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As Death would rather put itself to death<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than murder thee: but we, as all things else,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are mutable and changing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Yet you still move</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[Pg 423]</a></span>
<span class="i0">In your first sphere of discontent. Sweet, chase<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those clouds of sorrow, and shine clearly on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> At my return I will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent23">Return! ah me!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will you, then, leave me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">For a time I must:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But how? As birds their young, or loving bees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their hives, to fetch home richer dainties.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent36"> Leave me!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now has my fear met its effect. You shall not;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cost it my life, you shall not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent23">Why? your reason?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Like to the lapwing have you all this while<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With your false love deluded me, pretending<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Counterfeit senses for your discontent;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now at last it is by chance stole from you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> What? what by chance?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent26">Your pre-appointed meeting</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of single combat with young Warbeck.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent28">Ha!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Even so: dissemble not; ’tis too apparent:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then in his look I read it:&mdash;deny it not,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I see’t apparent; cost it my undoing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And unto that my life, I will not leave you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Not until when?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent19">Till he and you be friends.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was this your cunning?&mdash;and then flam me off<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With an old witch, two wives, and Winnifred!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’re not so kind, indeed, as I imagined.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] And you are more fond by far than I expected.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is a virtue that attends thy kind&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But of our business within: and by this kiss,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll anger thee no more; ’troth, chuck, I will not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> You shall have no just cause.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent22">Dear Sue, I shall not.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span><br /></span>
</div>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[Pg 424]</a></span></p>



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<img src="images/zillt424a.png" width="400" height="95" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>The Village Green.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span> <i>with the <span class="antiqua">Morris-dancers</span>.</i></p>

<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt424b.png" width="132" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>

<p class="drop-capi2">
<span class="smcap">First Clown.</span> Nay, Cuddy, prithee
do not leave us now; if we part all
this night, we shall not meet before
day.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> I prithee, Banks, let’s keep
together now.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> If you were wise, a word would
serve; but as you are, I must be forced to tell you
again, I have a little private business, an hour’s work;
it may prove but an half hour’s, as luck may serve; and
then I take horse, and along with you. Have we
e’er a witch in the morris?</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> No, no; no woman’s part but Maid Marian
and the Hobby-horse.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I’ll have a witch; I love a witch.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> ’Faith, witches themselves are so common now-a-days,
that the counterfeit will not be regarded. They
say we have three or four in Edmonton besides Mother
Sawyer.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> I would she would dance her part with us.</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> So would not I; for if she comes, the devil
and all comes along with her.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Well, I’ll have a witch; I have loved a witch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[Pg 425]</a></span>
ever since I played at cherry-pit.<a name="FNanchor_431_431" id="FNanchor_431_431"></a><a href="#Footnote_431_431" class="fnanchor">[431]</a> Leave me, and get
my horse dressed; give him oats: but water him not till
I come. Whither do we foot it first?</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> To Sir Arthur Clarington’s first; then whither
thou wilt.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Well, I am content; but we must up to Carter’s,
the rich yeoman; I must be seen on hobby-horse there.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> O, I smell him now!&mdash;I’ll lay my ears Banks is
in love, and that’s the reason he would walk melancholy
by himself.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Ha! who was that said I was in love?</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Not I.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> Nor I.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Go to, no more of that: when I understand what
you speak, I know what you say; believe that.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Well, ’twas I, I’ll not deny it; I meant no hurt
in’t. I have seen you walk up to Carter’s of Chessum:
Banks, were not you there last Shrovetide?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Yes, I was ten days together there the last
Shrovetide.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> How could that be, when there are but seven
days in the week?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Prithee peace! I reckon <i>stila nova</i> as a traveller;
thou understandest as a fresh-water farmer, that never
sawest a week beyond sea. Ask any soldier that ever
received his pay but in the Low Countries, and he’ll tell
thee there are eight days in the week<a name="FNanchor_432_432" id="FNanchor_432_432"></a><a href="#Footnote_432_432" class="fnanchor">[432]</a> there hard by.
How dost thou think they rise in High Germany, Italy,
and those remoter places?</p>

<p><i>3rd Cl.</i> Ay, but simply there are but seven days in the
week yet.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> No, simply as thou understandest. Prithee look<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[Pg 426]</a></span>
but in the lover’s almanac: when he has been but three
days absent, “O,” says he, “I have not seen my love
these seven years:” there’s a long cut! When he comes
to her again and embraces her, “O,” says he, “now methinks
I am in Heaven;” and that’s a pretty step! He
that can get up to Heaven in ten days need not repent
his journey; you may ride a hundred days in a caroche,<a name="FNanchor_433_433" id="FNanchor_433_433"></a><a href="#Footnote_433_433" class="fnanchor">[433]</a>
and be further off than when you set forth. But, I pray
you, good morris-mates, now leave me. I will be with
you by midnight.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Well, since he will be alone, we’ll back again
and trouble him no more.</p>

<p><i>All the Clowns.</i> But remember, Banks.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> The hobby-horse shall be remembered. But
hark you; get Poldavis, the barber’s boy, for the witch,
because he can show his art better than another.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy</span>.</span></p>

<p>Well, now to my walk. I am near the place where I
should meet&mdash;I know not what: say I meet a thief? I
must follow him, if to the gallows; say I meet a horse,
or hare, or hound? still I must follow: some slow-paced
beast, I hope; yet love is full of lightness in the heaviest
lovers. Ha! my guide is come.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></p>


<p>A water-dog! I am thy first man, sculler; I go with
thee; ply no other but myself. Away with the boat!
land me but at Katherine’s Dock, my sweet Katherine’s
Dock, and I’ll be a fare to thee. That way? nay, which
way thou wilt; thou knowest the way better than I:&mdash;fine
gentle cur it is, and well brought up, I warrant him.
We go a-ducking, spaniel; thou shalt fetch me the ducks,
pretty kind rascal.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Spirit</span> vizarded. He throws off his mask, &amp;c.,
and appears in the shape of</i> <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Thus throw I off mine own essential horror,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[Pg 427]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And take the shape of a sweet lovely maid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom this fool dotes on: we can meet his folly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But from his virtues must be runaways.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We’ll sport with him; but when we reckoning call,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We know where to receive; the witch pays for all.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>The <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> barks.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Ay? is that the watchword? She’s come. [<i>Sees
the <span class="antiqua">Spirit</span>.</i>] Well, if ever we be married, it shall be at
Barking Church,<a name="FNanchor_434_434" id="FNanchor_434_434"></a><a href="#Footnote_434_434" class="fnanchor">[434]</a> in memory of thee: now come behind,
kind cur.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And have I met thee, sweet Kate?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will teach thee to walk so late.<br /></span>
</div>

<p>O, see, we meet in metre. [<i>The <span class="antiqua">Spirit</span> retires as he advances.</i>]
What! dost thou trip from me? O, that I were upon
my hobby-horse, I would mount after thee so nimble!
“Stay, nymph, stay, nymph,” singed Apollo.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tarry and kiss me, sweet nymph, stay;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Tarry and kiss me, sweet:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We will to Chessum Street,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then to the house stands in the highway.<br /></span>
</div>

<p>Nay, by your leave, I must embrace you.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit, following the <span class="antiqua">Spirit</span>.</i></span></p>

<p>[<i>Within.</i>] O, help, help! I am drowned, I am
drowned!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy</span> <i>wet</i>.</p>


<p><i>Dog.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> This was an ill night to go a-wooing in; I find
it now in Pond’s almanac: thinking to land at Katherine’s
Dock, I was almost at Gravesend. I’ll never
go to a wench in the dog-days again; yet ’tis cool
enough.&mdash;Had you never a paw in this dog-trick? a
mange take that black hide of yours! I’ll throw you in at
Limehouse in some tanner’s pit or other.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Cud.</i> How now! who’s that laughs at me? Hist to
him! [<i>The <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> barks.</i>]&mdash;Peace, peace! thou didst but
thy kind neither; ’twas my own fault.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Take heed how thou trustest the devil another
time.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> How now! who’s that speaks? I hope you
have not your reading tongue about you?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Yes, I can speak.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> The devil you can! you have read Æsop’s
fables, then; I have played one of your parts then,&mdash;the
dog that catched at the shadow in the water. Pray you,
let me catechise you a little; what might one call your
name, dog?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> My dame calls me Tom.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> ’Tis well, and she may call me Ass; so there’s
an whole one betwixt us, Tom-Ass: she said I should
follow you, indeed. Well, Tom, give me thy fist, we
are friends; you shall be mine ingle:<a name="FNanchor_435_435" id="FNanchor_435_435"></a><a href="#Footnote_435_435" class="fnanchor">[435]</a> I love you; but
I pray you let’s have no more of these ducking devices.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Not, if you love me. Dogs love where they are
beloved; cherish me, and I’ll do anything for thee.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Well, you shall have jowls and livers; I have
butchers to my friends that shall bestow ’em: and I
will keep crusts and bones for you, if you’ll be a kind
dog, Tom.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Any thing; I’ll help thee to thy love.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Wilt thou? that promise shall cost me a brown
loaf, though I steal it out of my father’s cupboard: you’ll
eat stolen goods, Tom, will you not?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> O, best of all; the sweetest bits those.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> You shall not starve, Ningle<a name="FNanchor_436_436" id="FNanchor_436_436"></a><a href="#Footnote_436_436" class="fnanchor">[436]</a> Tom, believe that:
if you love fish, I’ll help you to maids and soles; I’m
acquainted with a fishmonger.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Maids and soles? O, sweet bits! banqueting stuff
those.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[Pg 429]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> One thing I would request you, ningle, as you
have played the knavish cur with me a little, that you
would mingle amongst our morris-dancers in the morning.
You can dance?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Yes, yes, any thing; I’ll be there, but unseen to
any but thyself. Get thee gone before; fear not my
presence. I have work to-night; I serve more masters,
more dames than one.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> He can serve Mammon and the devil too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> It shall concern thee and thy love’s purchase.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is a gallant rival loves the maid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And likely is to have her. Mark what a mischief,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before the morris ends, shall light on him!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> O, sweet ningle, thy neuf<a name="FNanchor_437_437" id="FNanchor_437_437"></a><a href="#Footnote_437_437" class="fnanchor">[437]</a> once again; friends
must part for a time. Farewell, with this remembrance;
shalt have bread too when we meet again. If ever there
were an honest devil, ’twill be the Devil of Edmonton,<a name="FNanchor_438_438" id="FNanchor_438_438"></a><a href="#Footnote_438_438" class="fnanchor">[438]</a> I
see. Farewell, Tom; I prithee dog me as soon as thou
canst.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> I’ll not miss thee, and be merry with thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those that are joys denied must take delight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In sins and mischiefs; ’tis the devil’s right.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt429.png" width="400" height="46" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>The neighbourhood of Edmonton.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank Thorney</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span> <i>in boy’s clothes</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Prithee no more! those tears give nourishment<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To weeds and briers in me, which shortly will<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O’ergrow and top my head; my shame will sit<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And cover all that can be seen of me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> I have not shown this cheek in company;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[Pg 430]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Pardon me now: thus singled with yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It calls a thousand sorrows round about,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some going before, and some on either side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But infinite behind; all chained together:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your second adulterous marriage leads;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is the sad eclipse, th’ effects must follow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As plagues of shame, spite, scorn, and obloquy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Why, hast thou not left one hour’s patience<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To add to all the rest? one hour bears us<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond the reach of all these enemies:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are we not now set forward in the flight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Provided with the dowry of my sin<a name="FNanchor_439_439" id="FNanchor_439_439"></a><a href="#Footnote_439_439" class="fnanchor">[439]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To keep us in some other nation?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While we together are, we are at home<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In any place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent8">’Tis foul ill-gotten coin,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Far worse than usury or extortion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent26">Let</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My father, then, make the restitution,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who forced me to take the bribe: it is his gift<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And patrimony to me; so I receive it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He would not bless, nor look a father on me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until I satisfied his angry will:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I was sold, I sold myself again&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some knaves have done’t in lands, and I in body&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For money, and I have the hire. But, sweet, no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis hazard of discovery, our discourse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then prevention takes off all our hopes:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For only but to take her leave of me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My wife is coming.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent13">Who coming? your wife!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> No, no; thou art here: the woman&mdash;I knew<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not how to call her now; but after this day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She shall be quite forgot and have no name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In my remembrance. See, see! she’s come.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[Pg 431]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i41">Go lead<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The horses to th’ hill’s top; there I’ll meet thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Nay, with your favour let him stay a little;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would part with him too, because he is<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your sole companion; and I’ll begin with him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Reserving you the last.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent16">Ay, with all my heart.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> You may hear, if’t please you, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent34">No, ’tis not fit:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some rudiments, I conceive, they must be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To overlook my slippery footings: and so&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> No, indeed, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent16">Tush, I know it must be so,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And it is necessary: on! but be brief.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Walks forward.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> What charge soe’er you lay upon me, mistress,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall support it faithfully&mdash;being honest&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To my best strength.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent15">Believe’t shall be no other.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know you were commended to my husband<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By a noble knight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent13">O, gods! O, mine eyes!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> How now! what ail’st thou, lad?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> Something hit mine eye,&mdash;it makes it water still,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even as you said “commended to my husband.”&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some dor<a name="FNanchor_440_440" id="FNanchor_440_440"></a><a href="#Footnote_440_440" class="fnanchor">[440]</a> I think it was.&mdash;I was, forsooth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commended to him by Sir Arthur Clarington.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Whose servant once my Thorney was himself.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That title, methinks, should make you almost fellows;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or at the least much more than a servant;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I am sure he will respect you so.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your love to him, then, needs no spur from me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And what for my sake you will ever do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis fit it should be bought with something more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than fair entreats; look! here’s a jewel for thee,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[Pg 432]</a></span>
<span class="i0">A pretty wanton label for thine ear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I would have it hang there, still to whisper<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These words to thee, “Thou hast my jewel with thee.”<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It is but earnest of a larger bounty,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou return’st with praises of thy service,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which I am confident thou wilt deserve.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why, thou art many now besides thyself:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou mayst be servant, friend, and wife to him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A good wife is them all. A friend can play<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wife and servant’s part, and shift enough;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No less the servant can the friend and wife:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis all but sweet society, good counsel,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Interchanged loves, yes, and counsel-keeping.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Not done yet?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Even now, sir.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> Mistress, believe my vow; your severe eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were’t present to command, your bounteous hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were it then by to buy or bribe my service,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall not make me more dear or near unto him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than I shall voluntary. I’ll be all your charge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Servant, friend, wife to him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent23">Wilt thou?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now blessings go with thee for’t! courtesies<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall meet thee coming home.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent22">Pray you say plainly,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mistress, are you jealous of him? if you be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll look to him that way too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent26">Say’st thou so?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would thou hadst a woman’s bosom now;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We have weak thoughts within us. Alas,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s nothing so strong in us as suspicion;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I dare not, nay, I will not think<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So hardly of my Thorney.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent19">Believe it, mistress,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll be no pander to him; and if I find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Any loose lubric scapes in him, I’ll watch him,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[Pg 433]</a></span>
<span class="i0">And at my return protest I’ll show you all:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall hardly offend without my knowledge.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Thine own diligence is that I press,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not the curious eye over his faults.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell: if I should never see thee more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take it for ever.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Prithee take that along with thee, [<i>Handing his sword to</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>.] and haste thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the hill’s top; I’ll be there instantly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> No haste, I prithee; slowly as thou canst&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray let him obey me now; ’tis happily<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His last service to me: my power is e’en<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A-going out of sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">Why would you delay?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">We have no other business now but to part.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> And will not that, sweetheart, ask a long time?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Methinks it is the hardest piece of work<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That e’er I took in hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">Fie, fie! why, look,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll make it plain and easy to you&mdash;farewell!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kisses her.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Ah, ’las, I’m not half perfect in it yet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must have it read o’er an hundred times:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pray you take some pains; I confess my dulness.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] What a thorn this rose grows on! Parting were sweet;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But what a trouble ’twill be to obtain it!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, again and again, farewell!&mdash;[<i>Kisses her.</i>] Yet wilt return?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All questions of my journey, my stay, employment,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And revisitation, fully I have answered all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s nothing now behind but&mdash;nothing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent34">And</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That <i>nothing</i> is more hard than anything,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than all the everythings. This request&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent32">What is’t?</span><br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[Pg 434]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> That I may bring you through one pasture more<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up to yon knot of trees; amongst those shadows<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll vanish from you, they shall teach me how.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Why, ’tis granted; come, walk, then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent36">   Nay, not too fast:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They say slow things have best perfection;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gentle shower wets to fertility,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The churlish storm may mischief with his bounty;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The baser beasts take strength even from the womb,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the lord lion’s whelp is feeble long.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt434.png" width="350" height="45" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE III.&mdash;<i>A Field with a clump of trees.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Now for an early mischief and a sudden!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The mind’s about it now; one touch from me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soon sets the body forward.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19">Your request</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is out; yet will you leave me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent23">What? so churlishly?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You’ll make me stay for ever,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rather than part with such a sound from you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Why, you almost anger me. Pray you be gone.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have no company, and ’tis very early;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some hurt may betide you homewards.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent29">Tush! I fear none;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To leave you is the greatest hurt I can suffer:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides, I expect your father and mine own<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To meet me back, or overtake me with you;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They began to stir when I came after you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know they’ll not be long.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[Pg 435]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> So! I shall have more trouble,&mdash;[<i>The <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> rubs against him</i>]&mdash;thank you for that:<a name="FNanchor_441_441" id="FNanchor_441_441"></a><a href="#Footnote_441_441" class="fnanchor">[441]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">[<i>Aside.</i>] Then I’ll ease all at once. It is done now;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What I ne’er thought on.&mdash;You shall not go back.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Why, shall I go along with thee? sweet music!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> No, to a better place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent25">Any place I;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m there at home where thou pleasest to have me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> At home? I’ll leave you in your last lodging;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must kill you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent11">O, fine! you’d fright me from you.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> You see I had no purpose; I’m unarmed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis this minute’s decree, and it must be:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look, this will serve your turn.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Draws a knife.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent30">I’ll not turn from it,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you be earnest, sir; yet you may tell me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherefore you’ll kill me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">Because you are a whore.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> There’s one deep wound already; a whore!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twas ever further from me than the thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of this black hour; a whore?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Yes, I’ll prove it,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And you shall confess it. You are my whore.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No wife of mine; the word admits no second.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was before wedded to another; have her still.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I do not lay the sin unto your charge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis all mine own: your marriage was my theft,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I espoused your dowry, and I have it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I did not purpose to have added murder;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The devil did not prompt me till this minute:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You might have safe returned; now you cannot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have dogged your own death.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Stabs her.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent25">And I deserve it;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m glad my fate was so intelligent:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[Pg 436]</a></span>
<span class="i0">’Twas some good spirit’s motion. Die? O, ’twas time!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How many years might I have slept in sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sin of my most hatred, too, adultery!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Nay, sure, ’twas likely that the most was past;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I meant never to return to you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After this parting.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i>      <span class="indent14">Why, then, I thank you more;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You have done lovingly, leaving yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That you would thus bestow me on another.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my husband, Death, and I embrace thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all the love I have. Forget the stain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my unwitting sin; and then I come<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A crystal virgin to thee: my soul’s purity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall with bold wings ascend the doors of Mercy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Innocence is ever her companion.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Not yet mortal? I would not linger you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or leave you a tongue to blab.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Stabs her again.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sus.</i> Now Heaven reward you ne’er the worse for me!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I did not think that Death had been so sweet,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor I so apt to love him. I could ne’er die better,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had I stayed forty years for preparation;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I’m in charity with all the world.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me for once be thine example, Heaven;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Do to this man as I him free forgive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And may he better die and better live.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Dies.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> ’Tis done; and I am in! Once past our height,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We scorn the deep’st abyss. This follows now,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To heal her wounds by dressing of the weapon.<a name="FNanchor_442_442" id="FNanchor_442_442"></a><a href="#Footnote_442_442" class="fnanchor">[442]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Arms, thighs, hands, any place; we must not fail      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Wounds himself.</i></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Light scratches, giving such deep ones: the best I can<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bind myself to this tree. Now’s the storm,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[Pg 437]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Which if blown o’er, many fair days may follow.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Binds himself to a tree; the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> ties him
behind and exit.</i></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So, so, I’m fast; I did not think I could<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have done so well behind me. How prosperous<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And effectual mischief sometimes is!&mdash;[<i>Aloud</i>] Help! help!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Murder, murder, murder!<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Old Thorney</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Ha! whom tolls the bell for?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent27">O, O!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent31">Ah me!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cause appears too soon; my child, my son!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Susan, girl, child! not speak to thy father? ha!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> O, lend me some assistance to o’ertake<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hapless woman.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent10">Let’s o’ertake the murderers.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Speak whilst thou canst, anon may be too late;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fear thou hast death’s mark upon thee too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I know them both; yet such an oath is passed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As pulls damnation up if it be broke.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I dare not name ’em: think what forced men do.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Keep oath with murderers! that were a conscience<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hold the devil in.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">Nay, sir, I can describe ’em,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall show them as familiar as their names:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The taller of the two at this time wears<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His satin doublet white, but crimson-lined,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hose of black satin, cloak of scarlet&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent29">Warbeck,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Warbeck, Warbeck!&mdash;do you list to this, sir?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Yes, yes, I listen you; here’s nothing to be heard.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Th’ other’s cloak branched<a name="FNanchor_443_443" id="FNanchor_443_443"></a><a href="#Footnote_443_443" class="fnanchor">[443]</a> velvet, black, velvet-lined his suit.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[Pg 438]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> I have ’em already; Somerton, Somerton!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Binal revenge all this. Come, sir, the first work<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is to pursue the murderers, when we have<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Removed these mangled bodies hence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Sir, take that carcass there, and give me this.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will not own her now; she’s none of mine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bob me off with a dumb-show! no, I’ll have life.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is my son too, and while there’s life in him,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis half mine; take you half that silence for’t.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I speak I look to be spoken to:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgetful slut!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent6">Alas, what grief may do now!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Look, sir, I’ll take this load of sorrow with me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Ay, do, and I’ll have this. [<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Old Thorney</span>
<i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span> <i>in his arms</i>.] How do you, sir?</p>

<p><i>Frank.</i> O, very ill, sir.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Yes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think so; but ’tis well you can speak yet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s no music but in sound; sound it must be.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have not wept these twenty years before,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that I guess was ere that girl was born;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet now methinks, if I but knew the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My heart’s so full, I could weep night and day.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</span><br /></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt438.png" width="400" height="50" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE IV.&mdash;<i>Before</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur Clarington’s</span> <i>House</i>.</h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur Clarington</span>, <span class="smcap">Warbeck</span>, <i>and</i>
<span class="smcap">Somerton</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Come, gentlemen, we must all help to grace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nimble-footed youth of Edmonton,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That are so kind to call us up to-day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With an high morris.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>War.</i> I could wish it for the best, it were the worst<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[Pg 439]</a></span>
now. Absurdity’s in my opinion ever the best dancer in
a morris.</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> I could rather sleep than see ’em.</p>

<p><i>Sir Arth.</i> Not well, sir?</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> ’Faith, not ever thus leaden: yet I know no
cause for’t.</p>

<p><i>War.</i> Now am I beyond mine own condition highly
disposed to mirth.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Well, you may have yet a morris to help both;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To strike you in a dump, and make him merry.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sawgut</span> <i>with the <span class="antiqua">Morris-dancers</span>, &amp;c.</i></p>


<p><i>Saw.</i> Come, will you set yourselves in morris-ray?<a name="FNanchor_444_444" id="FNanchor_444_444"></a><a href="#Footnote_444_444" class="fnanchor">[444]</a> the
forebell, second-bell, tenor, and great-bell; Maid Marian<a name="FNanchor_445_445" id="FNanchor_445_445"></a><a href="#Footnote_445_445" class="fnanchor">[445]</a>
for the same bell. But where’s the weathercock now?
the Hobby-horse?</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Is not Banks come yet? What a spite ’tis!</p>

<p><i>Sir Arth.</i> When set you forward, gentlemen?</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> We stay but for the Hobby-horse, sir; all our
footmen are ready.</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> ’Tis marvel your horse should be behind your
foot.</p>

<p><i>2nd Cl.</i> Yes, sir, he goes further about; we can come
in at the wicket, but the broad gate must be opened for
him.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span> <i>with the Hobby-horse, followed
by the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Sit Arth.</i> O, we stayed for you, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Only my horse wanted a shoe, sir; but we shall
make you amends ere we part.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Ay? well said; make ’em drink ere they begin.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[Pg 440]</a></span></p><p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Servants</span> with beer.</i></p>


<p><i>Cud.</i> A bowl, I prithee, and a little for my horse;
he’ll mount the better. Nay, give me: I must drink to
him, he’ll not pledge else. [<i>Drinks.</i>] Here, Hobby
[<i>Holds the bowl to the Hobby-horse.</i>]&mdash;I pray you: no?
not drink! You see, gentlemen, we can but bring our
horse to the water; he may choose whether he’ll drink or
no.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Drinks again.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Som.</i> A good moral made plain by history.</p>

<p><i>1st Cl.</i> Strike up, Father Sawgut, strike up.</p>

<p><i>Saw.</i> E’en when you will, children. [<span class="smcap">Cuddy</span> <i>mounts
the Hobby</i>.]&mdash;Now in the name of&mdash;the best foot forward!
[<i>Endeavours to play, but the fiddle gives no sound.</i>]&mdash;How
now! not a word in thy guts? I think, children,
my instrument has caught cold on the sudden.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] My ningle’s knavery; black Tom’s doing.</p>

<p><i>All the Clowns.</i> Why, what mean you, Father Sawgut?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Why, what would you have him do? you hear
his fiddle is speechless.</p>

<p><i>Saw.</i> I’ll lay mine ear to my instrument that my poor
fiddle is bewitched. I played “The Flowers in May”
e’en now, as sweet as a violet; now ’twill not go against
the hair: you see I can make no more music than a
beetle of a cow-turd.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Let me see, Father Sawgut [<i>Takes the fiddle</i>];
say once you had a brave hobby-horse that you were beholding
to. I’ll play and dance too.&mdash;Ningle, away
with it.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Gives it to the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>, who plays the morris.</i></span></p>

<p><i>All the Clowns.</i> Ay, marry, sir!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They dance.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter a <span class="antiqua">Constable</span> and <span class="antiqua">Officers</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Con.</i> Away with jollity! ’tis too sad an hour.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Arthur Clarington, your own assistance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the king’s name, I charge, for apprehension<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of these two murderers, Warbeck and Somerton.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Ha! flat murderers?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[Pg 441]</a></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> Ha, ha, ha! this has awakened my melancholy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> And struck my mirth down flat.&mdash;Murderers?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Con.</i> The accusation’s flat against you, gentlemen.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir, you may be satisfied with this. [<i>Shows his warrant.</i>]&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope you’ll quietly obey my power;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Twill make your cause the fairer.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Som. and War.</i> O, with all our hearts, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> There’s my rival taken up for hangman’s meat;
Tom told me he was about a piece of villany.&mdash;Mates
and morris-men, you see here’s no longer piping, no
longer dancing; this news of murder has slain the morris.
You that go the footway, fare ye well; I am for a gallop.&mdash;Come,
ningle.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Canters off with the Hobby-horse and the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Saw.</i> [<i>Strikes his fiddle, which sounds as before.</i>] Ay?
nay, an my fiddle be come to himself again, I care not.
I think the devil has been abroad amongst us to-day;
I’ll keep thee out of thy fit now, if I can.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit with the <span class="antiqua">Morris-dancers</span>.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> These things are full of horror, full of pity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if this time be constant to the proof,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The guilt of both these gentlemen I dare take<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On mine own danger; yet, howsoever, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your power must be obeyed.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent20">O, most willingly, sir.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">’Tis a most sweet affliction; I could not meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A joy in the best shape with better will:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, fear not, sir; nor judge nor evidence<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can bind him o’er who’s freed by conscience.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> Mine stands so upright to the middle zone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It takes no shadow to’t, it goes alone.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

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<img src="images/zillt441.png" width="200" height="102" alt="decoration" />
</div>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[Pg 442]</a></span></p>




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<img src="images/zillt442a.png" width="400" height="93" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>Edmonton. The Street.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span> <i>and several <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></p>

<div>
  <img class="drop-capi" src="images/zillt442b.png" width="131" height="150" alt=""/>
</div>

<p class="drop-capi2">
<span class="smcap">Old Banks.</span> My horse this morning
runs most piteously of the glanders,
whose nose yesternight was as clean
as any man’s here now coming from
the barber’s; and this, I’ll take my
death upon’t, is long of this jadish witch
Mother Sawyer.</p>

<p><i>1st Coun.</i> I took my wife and a serving-man in our
town of Edmonton thrashing in my barn together such
corn as country wenches carry to market; and examining
my polecat why she did so, she swore in her conscience
she was bewitched: and what witch have we about us
but Mother Sawyer?</p>

<p><i>2nd Coun.</i> Rid the town of her, else all our wives will do
nothing else but dance about other country maypoles.</p>

<p><i>3rd Coun.</i> Our cattle fall, our wives fall, our daughters
fall, and maid-servants fall; and we ourselves shall not
be able to stand, if this beast be suffered to graze
amongst us.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Hamluc</span> <i>with thatch and a lighted link.</i></p>


<p><i>Ham.</i> Burn the witch, the witch, the witch, the witch!</p>

<p><i>Countrymen.</i> What hast got there?</p>

<p><i>Ham.</i> A handful of thatch plucked off a hovel of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[Pg 443]</a></span>
hers; and they say, when ’tis burning, if she be a witch,
she’ll come running in.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Fire it, fire it! I’ll stand between thee and
home for any danger.      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Ham.</span> <i>sets fire to the thatch.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer</span> <i>running.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Diseases, plagues, the curse of an old woman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Follow and fall upon you!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Countrymen.</i> Are you come, you old trot?</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> You hot whore, must we fetch you with fire
in your tail?</p>

<p><i>1st Coun.</i> This thatch is as good as a jury to prove she
is a witch.</p>

<p><i>Countrymen.</i> Out, witch! beat her, kick her, set fire
on her!</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Shall I be murdered by a bed of serpents?
Help, help!</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur Clarington</span> <i>and a <span class="antiqua">Justice</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Countrymen.</i> Hang her, beat her, kill her!</p>

<p><i>Just.</i> How now! forbear this violence.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> A crew of villains, a knot of bloody hangmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set to torment me, I know not why.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Just.</i> Alas, neighbour Banks, are you a ringleader in
mischief? fie! to abuse an aged woman.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Woman? a she hell-cat, a witch! To prove
her one, we no sooner set fire on the thatch of her house,
but in she came running as if the devil had sent her in a
barrel of gunpowder; which trick as surely proves her a
witch as the pox in a snuffling nose is a sign a man is a
whore-master.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Come, come: firing her thatch? ridiculous!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Take heed, sirs, what you do; unless your proofs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come better armed, instead of turning her<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into a witch, you’ll prove yourselves stark fools.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Countrymen.</i> Fools?</p>

<p><i>Just.</i> Arrant fools.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[Pg 444]</a></span></p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Pray, Master Justice What-do-you-call-’em,
hear me but in one thing: this grumbling devil owes me
I know no good-will ever since I fell out with her.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> And break’dst my back with beating me.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> I’ll break it worse.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Wilt thou?</p>

<p><i>Just.</i> You must not threaten her; ’tis against law:
Go on.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> So, sir, ever since, having a dun cow tied
up in my back-side,<a name="FNanchor_446_446" id="FNanchor_446_446"></a><a href="#Footnote_446_446" class="fnanchor">[446]</a> let me go thither, or but cast mine
eye at her, and if I should be hanged I cannot choose,
though it be ten times in an hour, but run to the cow, and
taking up her tail, kiss&mdash;saving your worship’s reverence&mdash;my
cow behind, that the whole town of Edmonton has
been ready to bepiss themselves with laughing me to
scorn.</p>

<p><i>Just.</i> And this is long of her?</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Who the devil else? for is any man such an
ass to be such a baby, if he were not bewitched?</p>

<p><i>Sir Arth.</i> Nay, if she be a witch, and the harms she
does end in such sports, she may scape burning.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Go, go: pray, vex her not; she is a subject,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And you must not be judges of the law<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To strike her as you please.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Countrymen.</i> No, no, we’ll find cudgel enough to
strike her.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Ay; no lips to kiss but my cow’s&mdash;!</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Rots and foul maladies eat up thee and thine!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Here’s none now, Mother Sawyer, but this gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Myself, and you: let us to some mild questions;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have you mild answers; tell us honestly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with a free confession&mdash;we’ll do our best<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wean you from it&mdash;are you a witch, or no?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> I am none.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[Pg 445]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i>      <span class="indent14">Be not so furious.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent26">I am none.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">None but base curs so bark at me; I’m none:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or would I were! if every poor old woman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be trod on thus by slaves, reviled, kicked, beaten,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I am daily, she to be revenged<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had need turn witch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent10">And you to be revenged</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have sold your soul to th’ devil.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent18">Keep thine own from him.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> You are too saucy and too bitter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent26">Saucy?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">By what commission can he send my soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the devil’s errand more than I can his?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is he a landlord of my soul, to thrust it,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he list, out of door?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Know whom you speak to.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> A man; perhaps no man. Men in gay clothes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose backs are laden with titles and with honours,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are within far more crookèd than I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, if I be a witch, more witch-like.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> You’re a base hell-hound.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now, sir, let me tell you, far and near<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She’s bruited for a woman that maintains<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A spirit that sucks her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent16">I defy thee.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent26">Go, go:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I can, if need be, bring an hundred voices,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">E’en here in Edmonton, that shall loud proclaim<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thee for a secret and pernicious witch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Ha, ha!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i>      <span class="indent11">Do you laugh? why laugh you?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent36"> At my name,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The brave name this knight gives me&mdash;witch.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Is the name of witch so pleasing to thine ear?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Pray, sir, give way, and let her tongue gallop on.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[Pg 446]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> A witch! who is not?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hold not that universal name in scorn, then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What are your painted things in princes’ courts,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon whose eyelids lust sits, blowing fires<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To burn men’s souls in sensual hot desires,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon whose naked paps a lecher’s thought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Acts sin in fouler shapes than can be wrought?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> But those work not as you do.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent28">No, but far worse</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">These by enchantments can whole lordships change<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To trunks of rich attire, turn ploughs and teams<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Flanders mares and coaches, and huge trains<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of servitors to a French butterfly.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have you not city-witches who can turn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their husbands’ wares, whole standing shops of wares,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sumptuous tables, gardens of stolen sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In one year wasting what scarce twenty win?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are not these witches?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i>      <span class="indent16">Yes, yes; but the law</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Casts not an eye on these.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent18">Why, then, on me,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or any lean old beldam? Reverence once<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had wont to wait on age; now an old woman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ill-favoured grown with years, if she be poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must be called bawd or witch. Such so abused<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are the coarse witches; t’other are the fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Spun for the devil’s own wearing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent22">And so is thine.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> She on whose tongue a whirlwind sits to blow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A man out of himself, from his soft pillow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lean his head on rocks and fighting waves,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is not that scold a witch? The man of law<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose honeyed hopes the credulous client draw&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As bees by tinkling basins&mdash;to swarm to him<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From his own hive to work the wax in his;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is no witch, not he!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[Pg 447]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent13">But these men-witches</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are not in trading with hell’s merchandise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like such as you are, that for a word, a look,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Denial of a coal of fire, kill men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Children, and cattle.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent13">Tell them, sir, that do so:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I accused for such an one?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent19">Yes; ’twill be sworn.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Dare any swear I ever tempted maiden<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With golden hooks flung at her chastity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To come and lose her honour; and being lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pay not a denier<a name="FNanchor_447_447" id="FNanchor_447_447"></a><a href="#Footnote_447_447" class="fnanchor">[447]</a> for’t? Some slaves have done it.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men-witches can, without the fangs of law<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drawing once one drop of blood, put counterfeit pieces<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away for true gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent9">By one thing she speaks</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know now she’s a witch, and dare no longer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hold conference with the fury.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i>      <span class="indent23">Let’s, then, away.&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old woman, mend thy life; get home and pray.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Justice</span>.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> For his confusion.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i29">My dear Tom-boy, welcome!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m torn in pieces by a pack of curs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clapt all upon me, and for want of thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Comfort me; thou shall have the teat anon.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Bow, wow! I’ll have it now.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent25">I am dried up</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With cursing and with madness, and have yet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No blood to moisten these sweet lips of thine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stand on thy hind-legs up&mdash;kiss me, my Tommy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rub away some wrinkles on my brow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By making my old ribs to shrug for joy<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[Pg 448]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Of thy fine tricks. What hast thou done? let’s tickle.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hast thou struck the horse lame as I bid thee?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent36">    Yes;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And nipped the sucking child.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent20">Ho, ho, my dainty,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My little pearl! no lady loves her hound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Monkey, or paroquet, as I do thee.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dog.</i> The maid has been churning butter nine hours;
but it shall not come.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Let ’em eat cheese and choke.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent33">I had rare sport</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Among the clowns i’ th’ morris.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent22">I could dance</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of my skin to hear thee. But, my curl-pate,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That jade, that foul-tongued whore, Nan Ratcliffe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who, for a little soap licked by my sow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Struck and almost had lamed it;&mdash;did not I charge thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pinch that queen to th’ heart?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent27">Bow, wow, wow! look here else.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ann Ratcliffe</span> <i>mad.</i></p>


<p><i>Ann.</i> See, see, see! the man i’ th’ moon has built a
new windmill; and what running there’s from all quarters
of the city to learn the art of grinding!</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Ho, ho, ho! I thank thee, my sweet mongrel.</p>

<p><i>Ann.</i> Hoyda! a pox of the devil’s false hopper! all
the golden meal runs into the rich knaves’ purses, and
the poor have nothing but bran. Hey derry down! are
not you Mother Sawyer?</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> No, I am a lawyer.</p>

<p><i>Ann.</i> Art thou? I prithee let me scratch thy face;
for thy pen has flayed-off a great many men’s skins.
You’ll have brave doings in the vacation; for knaves and
fools are at variance in every village. I’ll sue Mother
Sawyer, and her own sow shall give in evidence against
her.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Touch her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[Pg 449]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>To the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>, who rubs against her.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Ann.</i> O, my ribs are made of a paned hose, and they
break!<a name="FNanchor_448_448" id="FNanchor_448_448"></a><a href="#Footnote_448_448" class="fnanchor">[448]</a> There’s a Lancashire hornpipe in my throat;
hark, how it tickles it, with doodle, doodle, doodle,
doodle! Welcome, sergeants! welcome, devil!&mdash;hands,
hands! hold hands, and dance around, around, around.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Dancing.</i></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span>, <i>with</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy</span>, <span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span>, <i>and
<span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>Rat.</i> She’s here; alas, my poor wife is here!</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Catch her fast, and have her into some
close chamber, do; for she’s, as many wives are, stark
mad.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> The witch! Mother Sawyer, the witch, the devil!</p>

<p><i>Rat.</i> O, my dear wife! help, sirs!      <span class="rightdirection">[<span class="smcap">Ann</span> <i>is carried off by</i> <span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></span></p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> You see your work, Mother Bumby.<a name="FNanchor_449_449" id="FNanchor_449_449"></a><a href="#Footnote_449_449" class="fnanchor">[449]</a></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> My work? should she and all you here run mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is the work mine?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> No, on my conscience, she would not hurt a
devil of two years old.</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></p>


<p>How now! what’s become of her?</p>

<p><i>Rat.</i> Nothing; she’s become nothing but the miserable
trunk of a wretched woman. We were in her hands
as reeds in a mighty tempest: spite of our strengths
away she brake; and nothing in her mouth being heard
but “the devil, the witch, the witch, the devil!” she
beat out her own brains, and so died.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> It’s any man’s case, be he never so wise, to die
when his brains go a wool-gathering.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[Pg 450]</a></span></p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Masters, be ruled by me; let’s all to a
justice.&mdash;Hag, thou hast done this, and thou shalt
answer it.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Banks, I defy thee.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Get a warrant first to examine her, then
ship her to Newgate; here’s enough, if all her other
villanies were pardoned, to burn her for a witch.&mdash;You
have a spirit, they say, comes to you in the likeness of a
dog; we shall see your cur at one time or other: if we
do, unless it be the devil himself, he shall go howling to
the gaol in one chain, and thou in another.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Be hanged thou in a third, and do thy worst!</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> How, father! you send the poor dumb thing
howling to the gaol? he that makes him howl makes me
roar.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Why, foolish boy, dost thou know him?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> No matter if I do or not: he’s bailable, I am
sure, by law;&mdash;but if the dog’s word will not be taken,
mine shall.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> Thou bail for a dog!</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Yes, or a bitch either, being my friend. I’ll lie
by the heels myself before puppison shall; his dog days
are not come yet, I hope.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> What manner of dog is it? didst ever see
him?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> See him? yes, and given him a bone to gnaw
twenty times. The dog is no court-foisting hound that
fills his belly full by base wagging his tail; neither is it a
citizen’s water-spaniel,<a name="FNanchor_450_450" id="FNanchor_450_450"></a><a href="#Footnote_450_450" class="fnanchor">[450]</a> enticing his master to go a-ducking
twice or thrice a week, whilst his wife makes ducks
and drakes at home: this is no Paris-garden bandog<a name="FNanchor_451_451" id="FNanchor_451_451"></a><a href="#Footnote_451_451" class="fnanchor">[451]</a>
neither, that keeps a bow-wow-wowing to have butchers
bring their curs thither; and when all comes to all, they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[Pg 451]</a></span>
run away like sheep: neither is this the Black Dog of
Newgate.<a name="FNanchor_452_452" id="FNanchor_452_452"></a><a href="#Footnote_452_452" class="fnanchor">[452]</a></p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> No, Goodman Son-fool, but the dog of hell-gate.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I say, Goodman Father-fool, it’s a lie.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> He’s bewitched.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> A gross lie, as big as myself. The devil in St.
Dunstan’s will as soon drink with this poor cur as with
any Temple-bar laundress that washes and wrings
lawyers.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Bow, wow, wow, wow!</p>

<p><i>All.</i> O, the dog’s here, the dog’s here.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> It was the voice of a dog.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> The voice of a dog? if that voice were a dog’s,
what voice had my mother? so am I a dog: bow, wow,
wow! It was I that barked so, father, to make coxcombs
of these clowns.</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> However, we’ll be coxcombed no longer:
away, therefore, to the justice for a warrant; and then,
Gammer Gurton, have at your needle of witchcraft!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> And prick thine own eyes out. Go, peevish fools!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span>, <span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span>, <i>and <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Ningle, you had liked to have spoiled all with
your bow-ings. I was glad to have put ’em off with one
of my dog-tricks on a sudden; I am bewitched, little
Cost me-nought, to love thee&mdash;a pox,&mdash;that morris makes
me spit in thy mouth.&mdash;I dare not stay; farewell, ningle;
you whoreson dog’s nose!&mdash;Farewell, witch!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Bow, wow, wow, wow.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Mind him not, he is not worth thy worrying;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Run at a fairer game: that foul-mouthed knight,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[Pg 452]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Scurvy Sir Arthur, fly at him, my Tommy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pluck out’s throat.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> No, there’s a dog already biting,&mdash;’s conscience.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> That’s a sure bloodhound. Come, let’s home and play;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our black work ended, we’ll make holiday.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt452.png" width="350" height="47" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II. <i>A Bedroom in</i> <span class="smcap">Carter’s</span> <i>House. A bed thrust
forth, with</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>in a slumber.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> Brother, brother! so sound asleep? that’s well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> [<i>Waking.</i>] No, not I, sister; he that’s wounded here<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I am&mdash;all my other hurts are bitings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a poor flea;&mdash;but he that here once bleeds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is maimed incurably.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent14">My good sweet brother,&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For now my sister must grow up in you,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though her loss strikes you through, and that I feel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The blow as deep, I pray thee be not cruel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To kill me too, by seeing you cast away<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In your own helpless sorrow. Good love, sit up;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if you can give physic to yourself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall be well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent9">I’ll do my best.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent26">I thank you;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">What do you look about for?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19"> Nothing, nothing;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I was thinking, sister,&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent23">Dear heart, what?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Who but a fool would thus be bound to a bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Having this room to walk in?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent21">Why do you talk so?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would you were fast asleep!<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[Pg 453]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent19"> No, no; I’m not idle.<a name="FNanchor_453_453" id="FNanchor_453_453"></a><a href="#Footnote_453_453" class="fnanchor">[453]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here’s my meaning; being robbed as I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should my soul, which married was to hers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Live in divorce, and not fly after her?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why should I not walk hand in hand with Death,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To find my love out?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent14">That were well indeed,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your time being come; when Death is sent to call you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No doubt you shall meet her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Why should not I</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go without calling?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent13">Yes, brother, so you might,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were there no place to go when you’re gone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But only this.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent7">’Troth, sister, thou say’st true;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when a man has been an hundred years<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hard travelling o’er the tottering bridge of age,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He’s not the thousand part upon his way:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All life is but a wandering to find home;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When we’re gone, we’re there. Happy were man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could here his voyage end; he should not, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Answer how well or ill he steered his soul<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By Heaven’s or by Hell’s compass; how he put in&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Losing blessed goodness’ shore&mdash;at such a sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor how life’s dear provision he has spent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor how far he in’s navigation went<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond commission: this were a fine reign,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To do ill and not hear of it again;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet then were man more wretched than a beast;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, sister, our dead pay is sure the best.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> ’Tis so, the best or worst; and I wish Heaven<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pay&mdash;and so I know it will&mdash;that traitor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That devil Somerton&mdash;who stood in mine eye<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Once as an angel&mdash;home to his deservings:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What villain but himself, once loving me,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[Pg 454]</a></span>
<span class="i0">With Warbeck’s soul would pawn his own to hell<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be revenged on my poor sister!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent25">Slaves!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A pair of merciless slaves! speak no more of them.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> I think this talking hurts you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Does me no good, I’m sure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I pay for’t everywhere.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent17">I have done, then.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eat, if you cannot sleep; you have these two days<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not tasted any food.&mdash;Jane, is it ready?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> What’s ready? what’s ready?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> I have made ready a roasted chicken for you:<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Maid</span> with chicken.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sweet, wilt thou eat?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> A pretty stomach on a sudden; yes.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There’s one in the house can play upon a lute;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good girl, let’s hear him too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent23">You shall, dear brother.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit <span class="antiqua">Maid</span>.</i></span><br /></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would I were a musician, you should hear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How I would feast your ear! [<i>Lute plays within</i>]&mdash;stay mend your pillow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And raise you higher.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">I am up too high,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Am I not, sister now?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent15">No, no; ’tis well.</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fall-to, fall-to.&mdash;A knife! here’s never a knife.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Brother, I’ll look out yours.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Takes up his vest.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>, shrugging as it were for joy, and dances.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent20">Sister, O, sister,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m ill upon a sudden, and can eat nothing.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> In very deed you shall: the want of food<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makes you so faint, Ha! [<i>Sees the bloody knife</i>]&mdash;here’s none in your pocket;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll go fetch a knife.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit hastily.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent15">Will you?&mdash;’tis well, all’s well.</span><br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[Pg 455]</a></span></p>
<p class="indentdirection"><span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>searches first one pocket, then the other, finds the
knife, and then lies down.&mdash;The <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> runs off.&mdash;The
spirit of</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span> <i>comes to the bed’s side</i>; <span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>stares
at it, and then turns to the other side, but the spirit is
there too. Meanwhile enter</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span> <i>as a page,
and stands sadly at the bed’s foot</i>.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>affrighted
sits up. The spirit vanishes.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> What art thou?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent18">A lost creature.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent32">So am I too.&mdash;Win?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ah, my she-page!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent11">For your sake I put on</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A shape that’s false; yet do I wear a heart<br /></span>
<span class="i0">True to you as your own.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent17">Would mine and thine</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were fellows in one house!&mdash;Kneel by me here.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On this side now! how dar’st thou come to mock me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On both sides of my bed?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent19">When?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent22">But just now:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Outface me, stare upon me with strange postures,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turn my soul wild by a face in which were drawn<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand ghosts leapt newly from their graves<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To pluck me into a winding-sheet!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent27">Believe it,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I came no nearer to you than yon place<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At your bed’s feet; and of the house had leave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Calling myself your horse-boy, in to come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And visit my sick master.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">Then ’twas my fancy;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some windmill in my brains for want of sleep.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> Would I might never sleep, so you could rest!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you have plucked a thunder on your head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose noise cannot cease suddenly: why should you<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dance at the wedding of a second wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When scarce the music which you heard at mine<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[Pg 456]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Had ta’en a farewell of you? O, this was ill!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they who thus can give both hands away<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In th’ end shall want their best limbs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent31">Winnifred,&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The chamber-door’s fast?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent19">Yes.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent21">Sit thee, then, down;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when thou’st heard me speak, melt into tears:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I, to save those eyes of thine from weeping,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being to write a story of us two.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Instead of ink dipped my sad pen in blood.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When of thee I took leave, I went abroad<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Only for pillage, as a freebooter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What gold soe’er I got to make it thine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To please a father I have Heaven displeased;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Striving to cast two wedding-rings in one,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through my bad workmanship I now have none;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have lost her and thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent19"> I know she’s dead;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you have me still.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent15">Nay, her this hand</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Murdered; and so I lose thee too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent27">O me!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Be quiet; for thou my evidence art,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jury, and judge: sit quiet, and I’ll tell all.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>While they are conversing in a low tone, enter at one door</i>
<span class="smcap">Carter</span> and <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>, <i>at the other the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>,
pawing softly at</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> I have run madding up and down to find you,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being laden with the heaviest news that ever<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Poor daughter carried.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i>      <span class="indent17">Why? is the boy dead?</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent36"> Dead, sir!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, father, we are cozened: you are told<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The murderer sings in prison, and he laughs here.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[Pg 457]</a></span>
<span class="i0">This villain killed my sister see else, see,<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Takes up his vest, and shows the knife to her
father, who secures it.</i></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A bloody knife in’s pocket!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i>      <span class="indent21">Bless me, patience!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> [<i>Seeing them.</i>] The knife, the knife, the knife!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> What knife?      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent12">To cut my chicken up, my chicken;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be you my carver, father.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i>      <span class="indent19"> That I will.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i> How the devil steels our brows after doing ill!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> My stomach and my sight are taken from me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All is not well within me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> I believe thee, boy; I that have seen so many
moons clap their horns on other men’s foreheads to strike
them sick, yet mine to scape and be well; I that
never cast away a fee upon urinals, but am as sound as
an honest man’s conscience when he’s dying; I should
cry out as thou dost, “All is not well within me,” felt I
but the bag of thy imposthumes. Ah, poor villain! ah,
my wounded rascal! all my grief is, I have now small
hope of thee.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Do the surgeons say my wounds are dangerous, then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Yes, yes, and there’s no way with thee but one.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Would he were here to open them!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> I’ll go to fetch him; I’ll make an holiday to see
thee as I wish.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> A wondrous kind old man!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> [<i>Aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span>.]             Your sin’s the blacker<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So to abuse his goodness.&mdash;[<i>Aloud</i>] Master, how do you?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Pretty well now, boy; I have such odd qualms<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come cross my stomach.&mdash;I’ll fall-to; boy, cut me&mdash;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] You have cut me, I’m sure;&mdash;A leg or wing, sir?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> No, no, no; a wing&mdash;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[Pg 458]</a></span>
<span class="i0">[<i>Aside.</i>] Would I had wings but to soar up yon tower!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But here’s a clog that hinders me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span>, <i>with <span class="antiqua">Servants</span> bearing the body of</i>
<span class="smcap">Susan</span> <i>in a coffin</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i31">What’s that?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> That! what? O, now I see her; ’tis a young
wench, my daughter, sirrah, sick to the death; and hearing
thee to be an excellent rascal for letting blood, she
looks out at a casement, and cries, “Help, help! stay
that man! him I must have or none.”</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> For pity’s sake, remove her: see, she stares<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With one broad open eye still in my face!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Thou putted’st both hers out, like a villain as thou
art; yet, see! she is willing to lend thee one again to
find out the murderer, and that’s thyself.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Old man, thou liest!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i>      <span class="indent23">So shalt thou&mdash;in the gaol.&mdash;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Run for officers.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent11">O, thou merciless slave!</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was&mdash;though yet above ground&mdash;in her grave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To me; but thou hast torn it up again&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine eyes, too much drowned, now must feel more rain.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Fetch officers.</p>

<p class="indentdirection">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="smcap">Katherine</span> <i>and <span class="antiqua">Servants</span> with the body
of</i> <span class="smcap">Susan</span>.</p>

<p><i>Frank.</i> For whom?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> For thee, sirrah, sirrah! Some knives have foolish
posies upon them, but thine has a villainous one; look!
[<i>Showing the bloody knife.</i>] O, it is enamelled with the
heart-blood of thy hated wife, my belovèd daughter!
What sayest thou to this evidence? is’t not sharp? does’t
not strike home? Thou canst not answer honestly and
without a trembling heart to this one point, this terrible
bloody point.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> I beseech you, sir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strike him no more; you see he’s dead already.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_459" id="Page_459">[Pg 459]</a></span></p>
<p><i>Car.</i> O, sir, you held his horses; you are as arrant a
rogue as he: up go you too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> As you’re a man, throw not upon that woman<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your loads of tyranny, for she is innocent.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> How! how! a woman! Is’t grown to a fashion
for women in all countries to wear the breeches?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> I’m not as my disguise speaks me, sir, his page,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But his first, only wife, his lawful wife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> How! how! more fire i’ th’ bed-straw!<a name="FNanchor_454_454" id="FNanchor_454_454"></a><a href="#Footnote_454_454" class="fnanchor">[454]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> The wrongs which singly fell upon your daughter<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On me are multiplied; she lost a life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I an husband, and myself must lose<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If you call him to a bar for what he has done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> He has done it, then?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent22">Yes, ’tis confessed to me.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Dost thou betray me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> O, pardon me, dear heart! I’m mad to lose thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And know not what I speak; but if thou didst,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must arraign this father for two sins,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adultery and murder.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Re-enter</i> <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent14">Sir, they are come.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Arraign me for what thou wilt, all Middlesex
knows me better for an honest man than the middle of
a market-place knows thee for an honest woman.&mdash;Rise,
sirrah, and don your tacklings; rig yourself for the
gallows, or I’ll carry thee thither on my back: your trull
shall to the gaol go with you: there be as fine Newgate
birds as she that can draw him in: pox on’s wounds!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> I have served thee, and my wages now are paid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet my worse punishment shall, I hope, be stayed.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>


<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_460" id="Page_460">[Pg 460]</a></span></p>



<div class="figcenterp4" style="width: 400px;">
<img src="images/zillt460a.png" width="400" height="104" alt="decoration" />
</div>




<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3>


<h4 class="nobreak">SCENE I.&mdash;<i>The Witch’s Cottage.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer</span>.</p>

<div><img class="drop-capp" src="images/zillt460b.png" width="129" height="150" alt="" /></div>

<div class="stanza drop-capi6">
<span><span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer.</span> Still wronged by every slave, and not a dog<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bark in his dame’s defence? I am called witch,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet am myself bewitched from doing harm.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have I given up myself to thy black lust<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus to be scorned? Not see me in three days!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’m lost without my Tomalin; prithee come,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revenge to me is sweeter far than life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art my raven, on whose coal-black wings<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Revenge comes flying to me. O, my best love!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am on fire, even in the midst of ice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Raking my blood up, till my shrunk knees feel<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy curled head leaning on them: come, then, my darling;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If in the air thou hover’st, fall upon me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In some dark cloud; and as I oft have seen<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dragons and serpents in the elements,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Appear thou now so to me. Art thou i’ th’ sea?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Muster-up all the monsters from the deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And be the ugliest of them: so that my bulch<a name="FNanchor_455_455" id="FNanchor_455_455"></a><a href="#Footnote_455_455" class="fnanchor">[455]</a><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461">[Pg 461]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Show but his swarth cheek to me, let earth cleave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And break from hell, I care not! Could I run<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like a swift powder-mine beneath the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up would I blow it all, to find out thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though I lay ruined in it. Not yet come!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I must, then, fall to my old prayer:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.</i><br /></span>
</div>

<p>Not yet come! the worrying of wolves, biting of mad
dogs, the manges, and the&mdash;</p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> which is now white.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> How now! whom art thou cursing?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Thee!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ha! no, it is my black cur I am cursing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For not attending on me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent19">I am that cur.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Thou liest: hence! come not nigh me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent36">    Baw, waw!</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Why dost thou thus appear to me in white,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As if thou wert the ghost of my dear love?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dog.</i> I am dogged, and list not to tell thee; yet,&mdash;to
torment thee,&mdash;my whiteness puts thee in mind of thy
winding-sheet.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Am I near death?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Yes, if the dog of hell be near thee; when the
devil comes to thee as a lamb, have at thy throat!</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Off, cur!</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> He has the back of a sheep, but the belly of an
otter; devours by sea and land. “Why am I in white?”
didst thou not pray to me?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Yes, thou dissembling hell-hound!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why now in white more than at other times?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Be blasted with the news! whiteness is day’s
footboy, a forerunner to light, which shows thy old
rivelled face: villanies are stripped naked; the witch
must be beaten out of her cockpit.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_462" id="Page_462">[Pg 462]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Must she? she shall not: thou’rt a lying spirit:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Why to mine eyes art thou a flag of truce?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am at peace with none; ’tis the black colour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or none, which I fight under: I do not like<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy puritan paleness; glowing furnaces<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are far more hot than they which flame outright.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou my old dog art, go and bite such<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As I shall set thee on.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> I will not.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> I’ll sell myself to twenty thousand fiends<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To have thee torn in pieces, then.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Thou canst not; thou art so ripe to fall into hell,
that no more of my kennel will so much as bark at him
that hangs thee.</p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> I shall run mad.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Do so, thy time is come to curse, and rave, and
die; the glass of thy sins is full, and it must run out at
gallows.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> It cannot, ugly cur; I’ll confess nothing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And not confessing, who dare come and swear<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have bewitched them? I’ll not confess one mouthful.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Choose, and be hanged or burned.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Spite of the devil and thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I’ll muzzle up my tongue from telling tales.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Spite of thee and the devil, thou’lt be condemned.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Yes! when?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Dog.</i> And ere the executioner catch thee full in’s
claws, thou’lt confess all.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Out, dog!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i>      <span class="indent14">Out, witch! thy trial is at hand:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our prey being had, the devil does laughing stand.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Runs aside.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Banks</span>, <span class="smcap">Ratcliffe</span>, <i>and <span class="antiqua">Countrymen</span>.</i></p>


<p><i>O. Banks.</i> She’s here: attach her.&mdash; Witch you must
go with us.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[Pg 463]</a></span>      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>They seize her.</i></span></p>

<p><i>M. Saw.</i> Whither? to hell?</p>

<p><i>O. Banks.</i> No, no, no, old crone; your mittimus
shall be made thither, but your own jailors shall receive
you.&mdash;Away with her!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> My Tommy! my sweet Tom-boy! O, thou dog!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Dost thou now fly to thy kennel and forsake me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Plagues and consumptions&mdash;      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>She is carried off.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let not the world witches or devils condemn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They follow us, and then we follow them.<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Cuddy Banks</span>.</p>


<p><i>Cud.</i> I would fain meet with mine ningle once more:
he has had a claw amongst ’em: my rival that loved my
wench is like to be hanged like an innocent. A kind
cur where he takes, but where he takes not, a dogged
rascal; I know the villain loves me. [<i>The <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> barks.</i>]
No! art thou there? [<i>Seeing the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span>.</i>] that’s Tom’s
voice, but ’tis not he; this is a dog of another hair, this.
Bark, and not speak to me? not Tom, then; there’s as
much difference betwixt Tom and this as betwixt white
and black.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Hast thou forgot me?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> That’s Tom again.&mdash;Prithee, ningle, speak; is
thy name Tom?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Whilst I served my old Dame Sawyer ’twas; I’m
gone from her now.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Gone? Away with the witch, then, too! she’ll
never thrive if thou leavest her; she knows no more how
to kill a cow, or a horse, or a sow, without thee, than she
does to kill a goose.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> No, she has done killing now, but must be killed
for what she has done; she’s shortly to be hanged.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Is she? in my conscience, if she be, ’tis thou
hast brought her to the gallows, Tom.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[Pg 464]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Right; I served her to that purpose; ’twas part
of my wages.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> This was no honest servant’s part, by your leave,
Tom. This remember, I pray you, between you and I;
I entertained you ever as a dog, not as a devil.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> True;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so I used thee doggedly, not devilishly;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have deluded thee for sport to laugh at:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wench thou seek’st after thou never spak’st with,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But a spirit in her form, habit, and likeness.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ha, ha!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> I do not, then, wonder at the change of your
garments, if you can enter into shapes of women too.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Any shape, to blind such silly eyes as thine; but
chiefly those coarse creatures, dog, or cat, hare, ferret,
frog, toad.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Louse or flea?</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Any poor vermin.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> It seems you devils have poor thin souls, that
you can bestow yourselves in such small bodies. But,
pray you, Tom, one question at parting;&mdash;I think I shall
never see you more;&mdash;where do you borrow those bodies
that are none of your own?&mdash;the garment-shape you may
hire at broker’s.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Why would’st thou know that, fool? it avails
thee not.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Only for my mind’s sake, Tom, and to tell some
of my friends.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> I’ll thus much tell thee: thou never art so distant<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From an evil spirit, but that thy oaths,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Curses, and blasphemies pull him to thine elbow;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou never tell’st a lie, but that a devil<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is within hearing it; thy evil purposes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are ever haunted; but when they come to act,&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thy tongue slandering, bearing false witness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy hand stabbing, stealing, cozening, cheating,&mdash;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_465" id="Page_465">[Pg 465]</a></span>
<span class="i0">He’s then within thee: thou play’st, he bets upon thy part;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although thou lose, yet he will gain by thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Cud.</i> Ay? then he comes in the shape of a rook?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> The old cadaver of some self-strangled wretch<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We sometimes borrow, and appear human;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The carcass of some disease-slain strumpet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We varnish fresh, and wear as her first beauty.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did’st never hear? if not, it has been done;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An hot luxurious lecher in his twines,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he has thought to clip his dalliance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There has provided been for his embrace<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A fine hot flaming devil in her place.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Yes, I am partly a witness to this; but I never
could embrace her; I thank thee for that, Tom. Well,
again I thank thee, Tom, for all this counsel; without a
fee too! there’s few lawyers of thy mind now. Certainly,
Tom, I begin to pity thee.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Pity me! for what?</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Were it not possible for thee to become an
honest dog yet?&mdash;’Tis a base life that you lead, Tom, to
serve witches, to kill innocent children, to kill harmless
cattle, to stroy<a name="FNanchor_456_456" id="FNanchor_456_456"></a><a href="#Footnote_456_456" class="fnanchor">[456]</a> corn and fruit, etc.: ’twere better yet to
be a butcher and kill for yourself.</p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Why, these are all my delights, my pleasures, fool.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Or, Tom, if you could give your mind to ducking,&mdash;I
know you can swim, fetch, and carry,&mdash;some shop-keeper
in London would take great delight in you, and
be a tender master over you: or if you have a mind to
the game either at bull or bear, I think I could prefer you
to Moll Cutpurse<a name="FNanchor_457_457" id="FNanchor_457_457"></a><a href="#Footnote_457_457" class="fnanchor">[457]</a>.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466">[Pg 466]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Dog.</i> Ha, ha! I should kill all the game,&mdash;bulls, bears,
dogs and all; not a cub to be left.</p>

<p><i>Cud.</i> You could do, Tom; but you must play fair;
you should be staved-off else. Or if your stomach did
better like to serve in some nobleman’s, knight’s, or
gentleman’s kitchen, if you could brook the wheel and
turn the spit&mdash;your labour could not be much&mdash;when
they have roast meat, that’s but once or twice in the week
at most: here you might lick your own toes very well.
Or if you could translate yourself into a lady’s arming
puppy, there you might lick sweet lips, and do many
pretty offices; but to creep under an old witch’s coats,
and suck like a great puppy! fie upon’t!&mdash;I have heard
beastly things of you, Tom.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Ha, ha!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The worse thou heard’st of me the better ’tis.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall I serve thee, fool, at the selfsame rate?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> No, I’ll see thee hanged, thou shalt be damned
first! I know thy qualities too well, I’ll give no suck to
such whelps; therefore henceforth I defy thee. Out,
and avaunt!</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Dog.</i> Nor will I serve for such a silly soul:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am for greatness now, corrupted greatness;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There I’ll shug in,<a name="FNanchor_458_458" id="FNanchor_458_458"></a><a href="#Footnote_458_458" class="fnanchor">[458]</a> and get a noble countenance;<a name="FNanchor_459_459" id="FNanchor_459_459"></a><a href="#Footnote_459_459" class="fnanchor">[459]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Serve some Briarean footcloth-strider,<a name="FNanchor_460_460" id="FNanchor_460_460"></a><a href="#Footnote_460_460" class="fnanchor">[460]</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That has an hundred hands to catch at bribes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But not a finger’s nail of charity.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such, like the dragon’s tail, shall pull down hundreds<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To drop and sink with him:<a name="FNanchor_461_461" id="FNanchor_461_461"></a><a href="#Footnote_461_461" class="fnanchor">[461]</a> I’ll stretch myself,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And draw this bulk small as a silver wire,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_467" id="Page_467">[Pg 467]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Enter at the least pore tobacco-fume<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Can make a breach for:&mdash;hence, silly fool!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I scorn to prey on such an atom soul.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Cud.</i> Come out, come out, you cur! I will beat thee
out of the bounds of Edmonton, and to-morrow we go in
procession, and after thou shalt never come in again: if
thou goest to London, I’ll make thee go about by Tyburn,
stealing in by Thieving Lane. If thou canst rub thy
shoulder against a lawyer’s gown, as thou passest by
Westminster-hall, do; if not, to the stairs amongst the
bandogs, take water, and the Devil go with thee!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit, followed by the <span class="antiqua">Dog</span> barking.</i></span></p>

<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt467.png" width="350" height="45" alt="decoration" />
</div>


<h4>SCENE II.&mdash;<i>London. The neighbourhood of Tyburn.</i></h4>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter <span class="antiqua">Justice</span></i>, <span class="smcap">Sir Arthur</span>, <span class="smcap">Somerton</span>, <span class="smcap">Warbeck</span>,
<span class="smcap">Carter</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>.</p>


<p><i>Just.</i> Sir Arthur, though the bench hath mildly censured
your errors, yet you have indeed been the instrument
that wrought all their misfortunes; I would wish you
paid down your fine speedily and willingly.</p>

<p><i>Sir Arth.</i> I’ll need no urging to it.</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> If you should, ’twere a shame to you; for if I
should speak my conscience, you are worthier to be
hanged of the two, all things considered; and now make
what you can of it: but I am glad these gentlemen are
freed.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i> We knew our innocence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i>      <span class="indent23">And therefore feared it not.</span><br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Kath.</i> But I am glad that I have you safe.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>A noise within.</i></span></p>

<p><i>Just.</i> How now! what noise is that?</p>

<p><i>Car.</i> Young Frank is going the wrong way. Alas, poor
youth! now I begin to pity him.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_468" id="Page_468">[Pg 468]</a></span></p>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Old Thorney</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span> <i>weeping</i>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Here let our sorrows wait him; to press nearer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The place of his sad death, some apprehensions<br /></span>
<span class="i0">May tempt our grief too much, at height already.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Daughter be comforted.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent17">Comfort and I</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are far too separated to be joined.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in eternity: I share too much<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of him that’s going thither.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Poor woman, ’twas not thy fault; I grieve to see
thee weep for him that hath my pity too.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> My fault was lust, my punishment was shame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I am happy that my soul is free<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both from consent, foreknowledge, and intent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of any murder but of mine own honour,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Restored again by a fair satisfaction,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And since not to be wounded.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent19">Daughter, grieve not</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For what necessity forceth;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rather resolve to conquer it with patience.&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas, she faints!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent12">My griefs are strong upon me;</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My weakness scarce can bear them.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">[<i>Within.</i>] Away with her! hang her, witch!<br /></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter to execution</i> <span class="smcap">Mother Sawyer</span>; <i><span class="antiqua">Officers</span> with
halberds, followed by a crowd of <span class="antiqua">Country-people</span></i>.</p>


<p><i>Car.</i> The witch, that instrument of mischief! Did
not she witch the devil into my son-in-law, when he
killed my poor daughter? Do you hear, Mother Sawyer?</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> What would you have?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cannot a poor old woman have your leave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To die without vexation?<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Did not you bewitch Frank to kill his wife? he
could never have done’t without the devil.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_469" id="Page_469">[Pg 469]</a></span></p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Who doubts it? but is every devil mine?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would I had one now whom I might command<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To tear you all in pieces? Tom would have done’t<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before he left me.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Thou didst bewitch Ann Ratcliffe to kill herself.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> Churl, thou liest; I never did her hurt:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Would you were all as near your ends as I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That gave evidence against me for it!<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>1st Coun.</i> I’ll be sworn, Master Carter, she bewitched
Gammer Washbowl’s sow to cast her pigs a day before
she would have farrowed: yet they were sent up to
London and sold for as good Westminster dog-pigs at
Bartholomew fair as ever great-bellied ale-wife longed
for.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i> These dogs will mad me: I was well resolved<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To die in my repentance. Though ’tis true<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I would live longer if I might, yet since<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I cannot, pray torment me not; my conscience<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is settled as it shall be: all take heed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How they believe the devil; at last he’ll cheat you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Car.</i> Thou’dst best confess all truly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>M. Saw.</i>      <span class="indent30">Yet again?</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have I scarce breath enough to say my prayers,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And would you force me to spend that in bawling?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bear witness, I repent all former evil;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is no damnèd conjuror like the devil.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Away with her, away!      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>She is led off.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p class="indentdirection"><i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Frank</span> <i>to execution, <span class="antiqua">Officers</span>, &amp;c.</i></p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Here’s the sad object which I yet must meet<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With hope of comfort, if a repentant end<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make him more happy than misfortune would<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suffer him here to be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent15">Good sirs, turn from me:</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You will revive affliction almost killed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With my continual sorrow.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent16">O, Frank, Frank!</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_470" id="Page_470">[Pg 470]</a></span>
<span class="i0">Would I had sunk in mine own wants, or died<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But one bare minute ere thy fault was acted!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> To look upon your sorrows executes me<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before my execution.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent15">Let me pray you, sir&mdash;</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Thou much-wronged woman, I must sigh for thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As he that’s only loth to leave the world<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that he leaves thee in it unprovided,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unfriended; and for me to beg a pity<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From any man to thee when I am gone<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is more than I can hope; nor, to say truth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have I deserved it: but there is a payment<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Belongs to goodness from the great exchequer<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Above; it will not fail thee, Winnifred;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be that thy comfort.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent11">Let it be thine too,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untimely-lost young man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent17">He is not lost</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who bears his peace within him: had I spun<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My web of life out at full length, and dreamed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away my many years in lusts, in surfeits,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Murders of reputations, gallant sins<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commended or approved; then, though I had<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Died easily, as great and rich men do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon my own bed, not compelled by justice,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You might have mourn’d for me indeed; my miseries<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had been as everlasting as remediless:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But now the law hath not arraigned, condemned<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With greater rigour my unhappy fact<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than I myself have every little sin<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My memory can reckon from my childhood:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A court hath been kept here, where I am found<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Guilty; the difference is, my impartial judge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is much more gracious than my faults<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are monstrous to be named; yet they are monstrous.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> Here’s comfort in this penitence.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent36">  It speaks</span><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_471" id="Page_471">[Pg 471]</a></span>
<span class="i0">How truly you are reconciled, and quickens<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My dying comfort, that was near expiring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With my last breath: now this repentance makes thee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As white as innocence; and my first sin with thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since which I knew none like it, by my sorrow<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is clearly cancelled. Might our souls together<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Climb to the height of their eternity,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there enjoy what earth denied us, happiness!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But since I must survive, and be the monument<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of thy loved memory, I will preserve it<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a religious care, and pay thy ashes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A widow’s duty, calling that end best<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, though it stain the name, makes the soul blest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i> Give me thy hand, poor woman; do not weep.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell: thou dost forgive me?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i>      <span class="indent26">’Tis my part</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To use that language.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent14">O, that my example</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Might teach the world hereafter what a curse<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hangs on their heads who rather choose to marry<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A goodly portion than a dower of virtues!&mdash;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Are you there, gentlemen? there is not one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Amongst you whom I have not wronged; [<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Carter</span>] you most:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I robbed you of a daughter; but she is<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Heaven; and I must suffer for it willingly.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Ay, ay, she’s in Heaven, and I am so glad to see
thee so well prepared to follow her. I forgive thee with
all my heart; if thou hadst not had ill counsel, thou
wouldst not have done as thou didst; the more shame
for them.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Som.</i> Spare your excuse to me, I do conceive<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What you would speak; I would you could as easily<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Make satisfaction to the law as to my wrongs.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am sorry for you.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>War.</i>      <span class="indent14">And so am I,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And heartily forgive you.<br /></span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_472" id="Page_472">[Pg 472]</a></span></p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Kath.</i>      <span class="indent19">I will pray for you</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For her sake, who I’m sure did love you dearly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i> Let us part friendly too; I am ashamed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of my part in thy wrongs.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent18">You are all merciful,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And send me to my grave in peace. Sir Arthur,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heaven send you a new heart!&mdash;Lastly, to you, sir;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And though I have deserved not to be called<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Your son, yet give me leave upon my knees<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To beg a blessing.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Kneels.</i></span></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i>      <span class="indent9">Take it; let me wet</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy cheeks with the last tears my griefs have left me.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O, Frank, Frank, Frank!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Frank.</i>      <span class="indent16">Let me beseech you, gentlemen,</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To comfort my old father, keep him with ye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Love this distressèd widow; and as often<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As you remember what a graceless man<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I was, remember likewise that these are<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both free, both worthy of a better fate<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than such a son or husband as I have been.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All help me with your prayers.&mdash;On, on; ’tis just<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That law should purge the guilt of blood and lust.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exit, led off by the <span class="antiqua">Officers</span>.</i></span></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Go thy ways; I did not think to have shed one
tear for thee, but thou hast made me water my plants
spite of my heart.&mdash;Master Thorney, cheer up, man;
whilst I can stand by you, you shall not want help to
keep you from falling: we have lost our children, both
on’s, the wrong way, but we cannot help it; better or
worse, ’tis now as ’tis.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>O. Thor.</i> I thank you, sir; you are more kind than I<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Have cause to hope or look for.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Master Somerton, is Kate yours or no?</p>

<p><i>Som.</i> We are agreed.</p>

<p><i>Kath.</i> And but my faith is passed, I should fear to be
married, husbands are so cruelly unkind. Excuse me
that I am thus troubled.</p>



<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_473" id="Page_473">[Pg 473]</a></span></p>

<p><i>Som.</i> Thou shalt have no cause.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Take comfort, Mistress Winnifred: Sir Arthur,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For his abuse to you and to your husband,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Is by the bench enjoined to pay you down<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand marks.<a name="FNanchor_462_462" id="FNanchor_462_462"></a><a href="#Footnote_462_462" class="fnanchor">[462]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Sir Arth.</i>      <span class="indent10">Which I will soon discharge.</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Win.</i> Sir, ’tis too great a sum to be employed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon my funeral.<br /></span>
</div>

<p><i>Car.</i> Come, come; if luck had served, Sir Arthur, and
every man had his due, somebody might have tottered
ere this, without paying fines, like it as you list.&mdash;Come
to me, Winnifred; shalt be welcome.&mdash;Make much of
her, Kate, I charge you: I do not think but she’s a good
wench, and hath had wrong as well as we. So let’s every
man home to Edmonton with heavy hearts, yet as merry
as we can, though not as we would.</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Just.</i> Join, friends, in sorrow; make of all the best:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Harms past may be lamented, not redrest.      <span class="rightdirection">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></span>
</div>




<h3 title="EPILOGUE.">
<span class="hide">EPILOGUE.</span>
<span class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
<img src="images/zillt473.png" width="450" height="123" alt="EPILOGUE." />
</span></h3>


<p class="indentdirection"><i>Spoken by</i> <span class="smcap">Winnifred</span>.</p>


<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I am a widow still, and must not sort<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A second choice without a good report;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which though some widows find, and few deserve,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet I dare not presume, but will not swerve<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From modest hopes. All noble tongues are free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gentle may speak one kind word for me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="sig"><span class="smcap">Phen.</span>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_474" id="Page_474">[Pg 474]</a></span></p>

<div class="figcenterp4" style="width: 350px;">
<img src="images/zillt474.png" width="350" height="466" alt="FINIS" />
</div>



<div class="break p4 footnotes">


<h2 class="nobreak">FOOTNOTES</h2>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> “Memoirs of Actors,” xvi., xvii.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> “The Academy,” vol. v., 1874, pp. 136-7.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Shoemaking was called “the Gentle Craft,” possibly in part
because the patron saints of shoemakers, St. Crispin and St. Hugh,
were said to be of noble, and even royal, blood; possibly because
of the sedentary nature of the occupation.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> A diminutive of Roger.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Wasted, squandered.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Regimental badge or device.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Weapons and martial equipment.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> A gold coin, worth about three pounds twelve shillings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> The quarto has “with a piece.” Piece (old Fr. <i>bobelin</i>) was
sometimes loosely used for the shoe itself, as well as for the piece of
leather used in repairs. See <i>Cotgrave</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Twiddle-twaddle.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Apparently one of Eyre’s frequent improvised phrases, referring
here to his wife’s trick of repeating herself, as in her previous speech.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> An imaginary Saracen god, represented in the old moralities
and plays as of a quite ungodly tendency to violence.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> A nick-name, possibly, for some character of the day, used
with a vague reference to King Lud.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Tales told to curry favour.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> The groat was the silver fourpenny-piece. The simile of a
cracked coin is an obvious expression of worthlessness.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Little yellow spots on the body which denoted the infection of
the plague.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Another of Eyre’s improvised phrases, whose component parts
sufficiently explain its meaning.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> With a vengeance.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Crushed crab apples.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> A kind of trousers, first worn by the Gascons.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> A phrase from Kyd’s <i>Spanish Tragedy</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Go and be hanged!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Dressing himself.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Bread soaked in pot liquor, and prepared <i>secundum artem</i>.&mdash;<i>Nares.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Salted beef.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> A dog kept fastened up as a watch-dog, and therefore given to
loud barking.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> A woman who washed and pickled pigs’ faces.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Bawling.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a>
</p>

<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There was a boor from Gelderland,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Jolly they be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was so drunk he could not stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Drunken they be:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clink then the cannikin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Drink, pretty mannikin!<br /></span>
</div></div>


<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> St. Hugh was the patron saint of shoemakers, and his bones
were supposed to have been made into shoemaker’s tools, for which
this came to be a common term.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> A dish of different hashed meats.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> Good day, master, and your wife too.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Yes, yes, I am a shoemaker.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Yes, yes; be not afraid. I have everything, to make boots
big and little.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> I don’t know what you say; I don’t understand you.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> Yes, yes, yes; I can do that very well.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> Slatterns, sluts.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> O, I understand you; I must pay for half-a-dozen cans; here,
boy, take this shilling, tap this once freely.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Cant term for a beggar.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Conger-eel.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> Take cover.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> Spent; panting with exhaustion.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> Stupid.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> I’ll tell you what, Hans; this ship that is come from Candia, is
quite full, by God’s sacrament, of sugar, civet, almonds, cambric,
and all things; a thousand, thousand things. Take it, Hans, take
it for your master. There are the bills of lading. Your master,
Simon Eyre, shall have a good bargain. What say you, Hans?</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> My dear brother Firk, bring Master Eyre to the sign of the
Swan; there shall you find this skipper and me. What say you,
brother Firk? Do it, Hodge.&mdash;[There were at this time two
inns with the sign of the Swan in London, one at Dowgate, the
other in Old Fish Street.]</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> A coin worth about three pounds twelve shillings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> “East from the Bishop of Winchester’s house, directly over
against it, stands a fair church, called St. Mary over the Rie, or
Overie, that is, over the water.”&mdash;<i>Stow’s Survey of London.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Finsbury was a famous practising ground for archery at this
time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> A name given to Dutchwomen.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> By the way, beside the question.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> German: Schelm, a scoundrel. Skanderbag, or Scander Beg
(<i>i.e.</i> Lord Alexander), a Turkish name for John Kastriota, the
Albanian hero, who freed his country from the yoke of the Turks
(1443-1467).</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> A robe ornamented with guards or facings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> Stamped.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> Raising up, ruffling.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> Good day, master. This is the skipper that has the ship of
merchandise; the commodity is good; take it, master, take it.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> The ship lies in the river; there are sugar, civet, almonds,
cambric, and a thousand thousand things, by God’s sacrament, take
it, master; you shall have a good bargain.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> Yes, yes, I have drunk well.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> Fr. <i>Par Dieu</i>. The word here means “truly.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Found, set; a play upon fond.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_60_60" id="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> Puppet: derived from Mahomet.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_61_61" id="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> Coins worth about 10<i>s.</i> each.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_62_62" id="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> Ale-kegs, made of wood; hence the need for scalding.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_63_63" id="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> I thank you, mistress!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_64_64" id="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> Yes, I shall, mistress!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_65_65" id="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> High-heeled cork shoes were in fashion for ladies at this
time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_66_66" id="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> Truly; see <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_33">33</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_67_67" id="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> A comparison suggested by the likeness of the flaps of the hood
to the boards of a pillory, between which the head of the prisoner
was fastened.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_68_68" id="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> The old name for Gracechurch Street before the fire of London.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_69_69" id="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> I am merry; let’s see you so too!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_70_70" id="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Serve me, and I’ll serve thee.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_71_71" id="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> Yes, I shall, dame!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_72_72" id="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> Brighten up.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_73_73" id="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> Sheriff.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_74_74" id="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> “The three-farthing silver pieces of Queen Elizabeth had the
profile of the sovereign with a rose at the back of her head.”&mdash;<i>Dyce</i>
(Note to <i>King John</i>.)</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_75_75" id="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> The flap of a hood trimmed with fur or sheep’s wool.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_76_76" id="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> For the twenty Portuguese previously lent.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_77_77" id="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Herrick, who was a goldsmith’s apprentice in London during
the time when this play was performed, seems to have appropriated
these words of Eyre’s, and turned them into rhyme in these lines:&mdash;
</p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“Let’s now take our time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While we’re in our prime,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And old, old age is afar off;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the evil, evil days,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will come on apace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before we can be aware of.”<br /></span>
</div></div>


<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_78_78" id="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> A song or catch for three voices. In the original, the two
Three-Men’s Songs are printed separately from the rest of the play,
and the place for their insertion is only very uncertainly indicated.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_79_79" id="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> I thank you, good maid!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_80_80" id="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_39">39</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_81_81" id="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> “Forward, Firk, thou art a jolly youngster. Hark, ay, master,
I bid you cut me a pair of vamps for Master Jeffrey’s boots.”
Vamps; upper leathers of a shoe.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_82_82" id="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> A play upon “vamps,” which sometimes has this meaning.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_83_83" id="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> What do you want (<span  lang="de" xml:lang="de">was begehrt ihr</span>), what would you, girl?</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_84_84" id="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> Where is your noble lady, where is your mistress?</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_85_85" id="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> Yes, yes, I shall go with you.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_86_86" id="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> “At the west end of this Jesus chapel, under the choir of
Paul’s, also was a parish church of St. Faith, commonly called
St. Faith under Paul’s.”&mdash;<i>Stow.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_87_87" id="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> A corruption of “God’s nails.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_88_88" id="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> Indeed, mistress, ’tis a good shoe, it shall fit well, or you
shall not pay.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_89_89" id="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> Yes, yes, I know that well; indeed, ’tis a good shoe, ’tis
made of neat’s leather, see here, good sir!</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_90_90" id="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> Honeykin (?); poor honey, poor creature.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_91_91" id="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> “Rest you merry.”&mdash;<i>Shak.</i>, Romeo and Juliet, Act <span class="smcap lowercase">I</span>, Sc. 2.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_92_92" id="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Diggers for information.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_93_93" id="Footnote_93_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Stretchers of the truth, fibs.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_94_94" id="Footnote_94_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> A stone in St. Swithin’s (now cased in the wall of the church),
which marked the centre from which the old Roman-roads radiated.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_95_95" id="Footnote_95_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> A small conduit near the Royal Exchange.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_96_96" id="Footnote_96_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> A pretty sight. See p, 74, l. 1. Compare Shakespeare’s
“Love’s Labour’s Lost,” Act III., Sc. 1, 136, and Act IV., Sc. 1,
144.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_97_97" id="Footnote_97_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Terms used in a common children’s game, the point being to
discover in which of the two hands some small object was hidden.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_98_98" id="Footnote_98_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> A sweet biscuit, similar to a macaroon.&mdash;<i>Nares.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_99_99" id="Footnote_99_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> Fitted.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_100_100" id="Footnote_100_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> In any public affray, the cry was “Clubs, Clubs!” by way of calling
for help (particularly by the London ’prentices).&mdash;<i>Nares.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_101_101" id="Footnote_101_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> A piece of lace with a tag, which fastened the busk, or piece of
whalebone, used to keep the stays in position.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_102_102" id="Footnote_102_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> Whipped.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_103_103" id="Footnote_103_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> Leadenhall. [See note <i>post</i>, p. <a href="#Page_85">85</a>.]</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_104_104" id="Footnote_104_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_19">19</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_105_105" id="Footnote_105_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> Barrels.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_106_106" id="Footnote_106_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> In suspense.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_107_107" id="Footnote_107_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Swaggerer.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_108_108" id="Footnote_108_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> See note to First Three Men’s Song, p. <a href="#Page_46">46</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_109_109" id="Footnote_109_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> Pass, push about from one to the other, in drinking.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_110_110" id="Footnote_110_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> “A dish, made of milk, eggs and sugar, baked in a pot.”&mdash;<i>Webster.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_111_111" id="Footnote_111_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> A steak cut crossways for broiling.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_112_112" id="Footnote_112_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> Bands or collars for the neck.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_113_113" id="Footnote_113_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> Flaps; as resembling the hanging chaps of a hound.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_114_114" id="Footnote_114_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> The allusion is, no doubt, to Kyd’s <i>Soliman and Perseda</i>, and
to Marlowe’s <i>Tamburlaine</i>, though these were long after Eyre’s time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_115_115" id="Footnote_115_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> Magpie.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_116_116" id="Footnote_116_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> Tamerlane (Tamburlaine), Cham, or Khan of Tartary. Compare
Shakespeare’s <i>Much Ado about Nothing</i>, Act II. Sc. i.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_117_117" id="Footnote_117_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> “<span class="smcap lowercase">A.D.</span> 1419. This year Sir Symon Eyre built Leadenhall, at
his proper expense, as it now appears, and gave the same to the City
to be employed as a public granary for laying up corn against a time
of scarcity.”&mdash;<i>Maitland</i>, ii., p. 187.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_118_118" id="Footnote_118_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> Merry-making.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_119_119" id="Footnote_119_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> Portentous.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_120_120" id="Footnote_120_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> A red Spanish wine, made at Alicant.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_121_121" id="Footnote_121_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> By our lady.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_122_122" id="Footnote_122_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> Ballad-makers.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_123_123" id="Footnote_123_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Readily. Compare <i>Gull’s Horn Book</i>, Notts Ed. p. 160.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_124_124" id="Footnote_124_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> Grandee.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_125_125" id="Footnote_125_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> A contemptuous term for an old man of means.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_126_126" id="Footnote_126_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> The superstitions about this plant, its fancied resemblance to the
human figure, led to its being frequently alluded to in this way.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_127_127" id="Footnote_127_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Query Whimlings&mdash;idiots.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_128_128" id="Footnote_128_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> Wide of the mark.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_129_129" id="Footnote_129_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> Scurfy.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_130_130" id="Footnote_130_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> Bosom friend.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_131_131" id="Footnote_131_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> “Aunt” was a cant term both for a prostitute and a bawd.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_132_132" id="Footnote_132_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> Cheat.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_133_133" id="Footnote_133_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> An idiot. The phrase had its origin in the practice of the
crown granting the custody of idiots and their possessions to persons
who had interest enough to secure the appointments.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_134_134" id="Footnote_134_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> Foolish.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_135_135" id="Footnote_135_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> For love’s sake.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_136_136" id="Footnote_136_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> Bet.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_137_137" id="Footnote_137_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137_137"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> Hands.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_138_138" id="Footnote_138_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138_138"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> The shopkeeper’s common cry at this period.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_139_139" id="Footnote_139_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139_139"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> An exclamation of contempt, equivalent to “a fig for.”&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_140_140" id="Footnote_140_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140_140"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> Proverbial term for a simpleton.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_141_141" id="Footnote_141_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141_141"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> Milksop.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_142_142" id="Footnote_142_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142_142"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> Beat.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_143_143" id="Footnote_143_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143_143"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> Thieves’ slang for a man who shams madness to gain his ends.
Compare Dekker’s <i>Bellman of London</i>, Grosart, sc. III., p. 101.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_144_144" id="Footnote_144_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144_144"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Not fully dressed.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_145_145" id="Footnote_145_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145_145"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> A stick used for plaiting ruffs.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_146_146" id="Footnote_146_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146_146"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> Sideboard.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_147_147" id="Footnote_147_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147_147"><span class="label">[147]</span></a> See note, <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_115">115</a>.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_148_148" id="Footnote_148_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148_148"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> A common ejaculation of contempt.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_149_149" id="Footnote_149_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149_149"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> A corruption of “God’s my pity.”&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_150_150" id="Footnote_150_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150_150"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> A gold coin worth about ten shillings. The play upon the
word was one of the commonest puns of the time.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_151_151" id="Footnote_151_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151_151"><span class="label">[151]</span></a> A docked horse.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_152_152" id="Footnote_152_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152_152"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> Spiced and sweetened wine.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_153_153" id="Footnote_153_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153_153"><span class="label">[153]</span></a> Half a gallon.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_154_154" id="Footnote_154_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154_154"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> A roll of fine bread.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_155_155" id="Footnote_155_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155_155"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> A sprightly dance.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_156_156" id="Footnote_156_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156_156"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> Prostitutes.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_157_157" id="Footnote_157_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157_157"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> Rabbit-skin.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_158_158" id="Footnote_158_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_158"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Retires to the background.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_159_159" id="Footnote_159_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159_159"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> Cheat.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_160_160" id="Footnote_160_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160_160"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> Hysterics.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_161_161" id="Footnote_161_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161_161"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> Paltry.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_162_162" id="Footnote_162_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162_162"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> Respectfully.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_163_163" id="Footnote_163_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163_163"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> For sale.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_164_164" id="Footnote_164_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164_164"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> See note, <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_165_165" id="Footnote_165_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165_165"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> The term sirrah was applied often to women as well as to men.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_166_166" id="Footnote_166_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166_166"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> Prostitute.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_167_167" id="Footnote_167_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167_167"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> A sweet Spanish wine.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_168_168" id="Footnote_168_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168_168"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> Simpletons.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_169_169" id="Footnote_169_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169_169"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> Measure.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_170_170" id="Footnote_170_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170_170"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> Wench.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_171_171" id="Footnote_171_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171_171"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> Calves’ Fry.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_172_172" id="Footnote_172_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172_172"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> Tripe.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_173_173" id="Footnote_173_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173_173"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> A corruption of the word “melancholy.”</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_174_174" id="Footnote_174_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174_174"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> In allusion to the painting of a citizen’s gateposts on his promotion
to be sheriff, so as to display official notices the better.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_175_175" id="Footnote_175_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175_175"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> A slang term applied to citizens in allusion to their head gear.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_176_176" id="Footnote_176_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176_176"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> Beat.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_177_177" id="Footnote_177_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177_177"><span class="label">[177]</span></a> Pleases.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_178_178" id="Footnote_178_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178_178"><span class="label">[178]</span></a> A contraction of “mine ingle,” <i>i.e.</i> my favourite or friend.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_179_179" id="Footnote_179_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179_179"><span class="label">[179]</span></a> The heraldic term for <i>red</i>.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_180_180" id="Footnote_180_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180_180"><span class="label">[180]</span></a> Desire.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_181_181" id="Footnote_181_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181_181"><span class="label">[181]</span></a> Weigh.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_182_182" id="Footnote_182_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182_182"><span class="label">[182]</span></a> Perquisites.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_183_183" id="Footnote_183_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183_183"><span class="label">[183]</span></a> Table covers.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_184_184" id="Footnote_184_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184_184"><span class="label">[184]</span></a> Portuguese coins, worth about 2<i>s.</i> 10<i>d.</i> each, but varying in value.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_185_185" id="Footnote_185_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_185_185"><span class="label">[185]</span></a> Construe.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_186_186" id="Footnote_186_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186_186"><span class="label">[186]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Bourgeois knights dubbed for civil, not for martial, honours.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_187_187" id="Footnote_187_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187_187"><span class="label">[187]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> I long.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_188_188" id="Footnote_188_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188_188"><span class="label">[188]</span></a> When he may rob under protection. Barn is a corruption of
baron, and in law a wife is said to be under covert baron, being
sheltered by marriage under her husband.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_189_189" id="Footnote_189_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189_189"><span class="label">[189]</span></a> Hat.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_190_190" id="Footnote_190_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_190_190"><span class="label">[190]</span></a> Handsomest.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_191_191" id="Footnote_191_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191_191"><span class="label">[191]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_192_192" id="Footnote_192_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192_192"><span class="label">[192]</span></a> Simpletons.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_193_193" id="Footnote_193_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193_193"><span class="label">[193]</span></a> Easily, readily.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_194_194" id="Footnote_194_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194_194"><span class="label">[194]</span></a> The siege of Ostend was protracted for three years and ten
weeks.&mdash;The place was eventually captured by the Marquis of
Spinola on Sep. 8, 1604.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_195_195" id="Footnote_195_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195_195"><span class="label">[195]</span></a> Foolish.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_196_196" id="Footnote_196_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196_196"><span class="label">[196]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> A person,&mdash;thus spelt to mark the servant’s mispronunciation.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_197_197" id="Footnote_197_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197_197"><span class="label">[197]</span></a> From Seneca’s <i>Oedipus</i>.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_198_198" id="Footnote_198_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198_198"><span class="label">[198]</span></a> Ital. Good courage.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_199_199" id="Footnote_199_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199_199"><span class="label">[199]</span></a> “Slid” according to Halliwell is a north country oath.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_200_200" id="Footnote_200_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200_200"><span class="label">[200]</span></a> A corruption of “mazzard,” the head.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_201_201" id="Footnote_201_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_201_201"><span class="label">[201]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> In bowing.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_202_202" id="Footnote_202_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_202_202"><span class="label">[202]</span></a> An allusion, no doubt, to Shakespeare’s comedy.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_203_203" id="Footnote_203_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_203_203"><span class="label">[203]</span></a> Dyce points out the inconsistency, that Candido has just returned
from the Senate House, although it appears from the intermediate
Scenes that since he left home a night has elapsed.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_204_204" id="Footnote_204_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_204_204"><span class="label">[204]</span></a> A quibble. A master’s was one of the three degrees in fencing,
for each of which a “prize” was publicly played.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_205_205" id="Footnote_205_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_205_205"><span class="label">[205]</span></a> Construe.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_206_206" id="Footnote_206_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_206_206"><span class="label">[206]</span></a> A cheap substitute for tapestry and very frequently having verses
inscribed on it as in the present instance.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_207_207" id="Footnote_207_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_207_207"><span class="label">[207]</span></a> Readily. Possibly the above use of the term points to its
derivation.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_208_208" id="Footnote_208_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_208_208"><span class="label">[208]</span></a> Cheese-trenchers used to be inscribed with proverbial phrases.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_209_209" id="Footnote_209_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_209_209"><span class="label">[209]</span></a> Consent.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_210_210" id="Footnote_210_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_210_210"><span class="label">[210]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> To steal a wench.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_211_211" id="Footnote_211_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_211_211"><span class="label">[211]</span></a> It was the ancient practice when persons were sworn for them to
eat bread and salt.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_212_212" id="Footnote_212_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_212_212"><span class="label">[212]</span></a> Artifices.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_213_213" id="Footnote_213_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_213_213"><span class="label">[213]</span></a> Anticipate.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_214_214" id="Footnote_214_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_214_214"><span class="label">[214]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> They are not to be restrained by being called to.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_215_215" id="Footnote_215_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_215_215"><span class="label">[215]</span></a> Hats.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_216_216" id="Footnote_216_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_216_216"><span class="label">[216]</span></a> Club foot.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_217_217" id="Footnote_217_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_217_217"><span class="label">[217]</span></a> Informer.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_218_218" id="Footnote_218_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_218_218"><span class="label">[218]</span></a> Slippers. Fr. <i>pantoufles</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_219_219" id="Footnote_219_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_219_219"><span class="label">[219]</span></a> In playing the virginal the sound ceased whenever the jack fell
and touched the string.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_220_220" id="Footnote_220_220"></a><a href="#FNanchor_220_220"><span class="label">[220]</span></a> A flap-dragon was a raisin floating on lighted spirit in a dish or
glass and had to be snatched out with the mouth and swallowed.
Gallants used to toast their mistresses in flap-dragons.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_221_221" id="Footnote_221_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_221_221"><span class="label">[221]</span></a> “An almond for parrot,” and “a rope for parrot,” were common
phrases at the time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_222_222" id="Footnote_222_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_222_222"><span class="label">[222]</span></a> A corruption of God’s sanctity or God’s saints.&mdash;<i>Steevens.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_223_223" id="Footnote_223_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_223_223"><span class="label">[223]</span></a> In the game of barley-break the ground was divided into three
compartments, the middle one of which was called “hell.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_224_224" id="Footnote_224_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_224_224"><span class="label">[224]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Infelice.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_225_225" id="Footnote_225_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_225_225"><span class="label">[225]</span></a> A quibble. “Table” also meant the palm of the hand.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_226_226" id="Footnote_226_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_226_226"><span class="label">[226]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> A wench, a prostitute.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_227_227" id="Footnote_227_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_227_227"><span class="label">[227]</span></a> An allusion to a ballad of that name.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_228_228" id="Footnote_228_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_228_228"><span class="label">[228]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Confound.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_229_229" id="Footnote_229_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_229_229"><span class="label">[229]</span></a> Hands.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_230_230" id="Footnote_230_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_230_230"><span class="label">[230]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Reason.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_231_231" id="Footnote_231_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_231_231"><span class="label">[231]</span></a> Favourite.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_232_232" id="Footnote_232_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_232_232"><span class="label">[232]</span></a> The running footmen of those days were generally Irishmen.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_233_233" id="Footnote_233_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_233_233"><span class="label">[233]</span></a> Meaning Dunkirk privateers.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_234_234" id="Footnote_234_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_234_234"><span class="label">[234]</span></a> <i>Buona roba</i> is an Italian phrase for a courtesan.</p></div>

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<p><a name="Footnote_235_235" id="Footnote_235_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_235_235"><span class="label">[235]</span></a> Yellow was typical of jealousy.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_236_236" id="Footnote_236_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_236_236"><span class="label">[236]</span></a> A supposed recipe for restoring youth.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_237_237" id="Footnote_237_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_237_237"><span class="label">[237]</span></a> Preserve.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_238_238" id="Footnote_238_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_238_238"><span class="label">[238]</span></a> Renounce.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_239_239" id="Footnote_239_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_239_239"><span class="label">[239]</span></a> Made use of by fowlers to allure quails.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_240_240" id="Footnote_240_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_240_240"><span class="label">[240]</span></a> The common livery of the time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_241_241" id="Footnote_241_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_241_241"><span class="label">[241]</span></a> In allusion to the caps worn both by traders and their
apprentices.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_242_242" id="Footnote_242_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_242_242"><span class="label">[242]</span></a> Bucklers formerly had long spikes in their centre.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_243_243" id="Footnote_243_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_243_243"><span class="label">[243]</span></a> The model for the hat.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_244_244" id="Footnote_244_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_244_244"><span class="label">[244]</span></a> Struts.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_245_245" id="Footnote_245_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_245_245"><span class="label">[245]</span></a> A tall pointed hat satirized by Stubbes in his <i>Anatomie of Abuses</i>
(1538). Probably at this point Candido takes the steeple-like hat
worn by the 1st Guest, and puts it on his own head.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_246_246" id="Footnote_246_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_246_246"><span class="label">[246]</span></a> Hysteria.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_247_247" id="Footnote_247_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_247_247"><span class="label">[247]</span></a> Rosemary was used as an emblem of remembrance at both
funerals and weddings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_248_248" id="Footnote_248_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_248_248"><span class="label">[248]</span></a> A favourite simile with the writers of the time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_249_249" id="Footnote_249_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_249_249"><span class="label">[249]</span></a> <i>Ital.</i> A term of abuse or contempt.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_250_250" id="Footnote_250_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_250_250"><span class="label">[250]</span></a> Roystering young gallants. A highly favourable female version
of the type is given in Dekker and Middleton’s comedy, <i>The Roaring
Girl</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_251_251" id="Footnote_251_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_251_251"><span class="label">[251]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Get a chance of drinking to excess.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_252_252" id="Footnote_252_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_252_252"><span class="label">[252]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_99">99</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_253_253" id="Footnote_253_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_253_253"><span class="label">[253]</span></a> Foolish.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_254_254" id="Footnote_254_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_254_254"><span class="label">[254]</span></a> Cheat.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_255_255" id="Footnote_255_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_255_255"><span class="label">[255]</span></a> Whoremonger.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_256_256" id="Footnote_256_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_256_256"><span class="label">[256]</span></a> Portcullis.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_257_257" id="Footnote_257_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_257_257"><span class="label">[257]</span></a> An expression signifying impatience.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_258_258" id="Footnote_258_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_258_258"><span class="label">[258]</span></a> A fencing contest. See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_259_259" id="Footnote_259_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_259_259"><span class="label">[259]</span></a> Cudgels.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_260_260" id="Footnote_260_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_260_260"><span class="label">[260]</span></a> A hound,&mdash;derived from “Shake a Tory.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_261_261" id="Footnote_261_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_261_261"><span class="label">[261]</span></a> <i>Críosd</i>&mdash;Christ.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_262_262" id="Footnote_262_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_262_262"><span class="label">[262]</span></a> Irish: <i>Slán lúitheach</i>&mdash;A joyous farewell(?).</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_263_263" id="Footnote_263_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_263_263"><span class="label">[263]</span></a> Irish: <i>As a márach frómhadh bodach bréan</i>&mdash;On the morrow of
a feast, a clown is a beast.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_264_264" id="Footnote_264_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_264_264"><span class="label">[264]</span></a> A rough sturdy fellow. Irish: <i>Ceithearneach</i>&mdash;A soldier.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_265_265" id="Footnote_265_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_265_265"><span class="label">[265]</span></a> An allusion to the darts carried by the Irish running footmen.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_266_266" id="Footnote_266_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_266_266"><span class="label">[266]</span></a> Irish: <i>Maighisdir mo grádh</i>&mdash;Master of my love.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_267_267" id="Footnote_267_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_267_267"><span class="label">[267]</span></a> Foolish.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_268_268" id="Footnote_268_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_268_268"><span class="label">[268]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> With a staff.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_269_269" id="Footnote_269_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_269_269"><span class="label">[269]</span></a> An allusion to the well-known romance of this name, from the
Spanish.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_270_270" id="Footnote_270_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_270_270"><span class="label">[270]</span></a> A cant term for money.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_271_271" id="Footnote_271_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_271_271"><span class="label">[271]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Turn bawd.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_272_272" id="Footnote_272_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_272_272"><span class="label">[272]</span></a> Prostitutes.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_273_273" id="Footnote_273_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_273_273"><span class="label">[273]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_274_274" id="Footnote_274_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_274_274"><span class="label">[274]</span></a> Gardens with summer-houses were very common in the suburbs
of London at the time, and were often used as places of intrigue.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_275_275" id="Footnote_275_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_275_275"><span class="label">[275]</span></a> Sift.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_276_276" id="Footnote_276_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_276_276"><span class="label">[276]</span></a> Pear-tree.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_277_277" id="Footnote_277_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_277_277"><span class="label">[277]</span></a> Finely attired.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_278_278" id="Footnote_278_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_278_278"><span class="label">[278]</span></a> A Cataian came to signify a sharper because the people of Cataia
(China) were famous for their thieving propensities.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_279_279" id="Footnote_279_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_279_279"><span class="label">[279]</span></a> Serving-men’s livery at this time was usually blue.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_280_280" id="Footnote_280_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_280_280"><span class="label">[280]</span></a> A kind of false dice.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_281_281" id="Footnote_281_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_281_281"><span class="label">[281]</span></a> Whoremonger.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_282_282" id="Footnote_282_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_282_282"><span class="label">[282]</span></a> The loops or straps appended to the girdle in which the dagger
or small sword usually hung.&mdash;<i>Halliwell.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_283_283" id="Footnote_283_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_283_283"><span class="label">[283]</span></a> Means both a herring and a piece of money.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_284_284" id="Footnote_284_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_284_284"><span class="label">[284]</span></a> Horses with long housings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_285_285" id="Footnote_285_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_285_285"><span class="label">[285]</span></a> Stuffed out.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_286_286" id="Footnote_286_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_286_286"><span class="label">[286]</span></a> The clap or clack-dish was properly a box carried by beggars,
the lid of which they used to rattle to attract notice and bring people
to their doors.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_287_287" id="Footnote_287_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_287_287"><span class="label">[287]</span></a> Hospital.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_288_288" id="Footnote_288_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_288_288"><span class="label">[288]</span></a> Booty.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_289_289" id="Footnote_289_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_289_289"><span class="label">[289]</span></a> Meaning his sword.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_290_290" id="Footnote_290_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_290_290"><span class="label">[290]</span></a> Steevens pointed out that Arlotte was not the concubine of an
English king but was the mistress of the father of William the
Conqueror.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_291_291" id="Footnote_291_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_291_291"><span class="label">[291]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Then.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_292_292" id="Footnote_292_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_292_292"><span class="label">[292]</span></a> A net, the mouth of which was drawn together with a string.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_293_293" id="Footnote_293_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_293_293"><span class="label">[293]</span></a> To drink tobacco was a common phrase for smoking it.&mdash;<i>Reed.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_294_294" id="Footnote_294_294"></a><a href="#FNanchor_294_294"><span class="label">[294]</span></a> A long barge with oars.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_295_295" id="Footnote_295_295"></a><a href="#FNanchor_295_295"><span class="label">[295]</span></a> A common dish in the brothels of the time.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_296_296" id="Footnote_296_296"></a><a href="#FNanchor_296_296"><span class="label">[296]</span></a> A corruption of Pedro Ximenes, a sweet Spanish wine, so called
from the grape of that name.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_297_297" id="Footnote_297_297"></a><a href="#FNanchor_297_297"><span class="label">[297]</span></a> A sweet Portuguese wine from the neighbourhood of Lisbon.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_298_298" id="Footnote_298_298"></a><a href="#FNanchor_298_298"><span class="label">[298]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Aleatico, a red Italian muscatel wine with a rich aromatic
flavour.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_299_299" id="Footnote_299_299"></a><a href="#FNanchor_299_299"><span class="label">[299]</span></a> The saker and basilisk were both pieces of ordnance.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_300_300" id="Footnote_300_300"></a><a href="#FNanchor_300_300"><span class="label">[300]</span></a> A play upon “pop-guns.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_301_301" id="Footnote_301_301"></a><a href="#FNanchor_301_301"><span class="label">[301]</span></a> It was a common custom to kneel when drinking a health,
especially the health of a superior.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_302_302" id="Footnote_302_302"></a><a href="#FNanchor_302_302"><span class="label">[302]</span></a> The price was here probably indicated by displaying the fingers.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_303_303" id="Footnote_303_303"></a><a href="#FNanchor_303_303"><span class="label">[303]</span></a> On Shrove Tuesday the authorities made a search for brothel-keepers,
and on the same day the London apprentices went about
wrecking houses of ill-fame.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_304_304" id="Footnote_304_304"></a><a href="#FNanchor_304_304"><span class="label">[304]</span></a> It was in a blue gown that strumpets had to do penance.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_305_305" id="Footnote_305_305"></a><a href="#FNanchor_305_305"><span class="label">[305]</span></a> Meaning Bridewell, where loose women were whipped.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_306_306" id="Footnote_306_306"></a><a href="#FNanchor_306_306"><span class="label">[306]</span></a> An allusion to the carting of prostitutes, who were at the same
time pelted by the populace with rotten eggs.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_307_307" id="Footnote_307_307"></a><a href="#FNanchor_307_307"><span class="label">[307]</span></a> Breaking chalk, grinding in mills, raising sand and gravel and
making of lime were among the employments assigned to vagrants
and others committed to Bridewell.&mdash;<i>Reed.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_308_308" id="Footnote_308_308"></a><a href="#FNanchor_308_308"><span class="label">[308]</span></a> This and the subsequent allusions to the Bridewell of Milan,
of course, really have reference to the London Bridewell. In the
reign of Henry VIII. princes were lodged there, and it was there
that Cardinal Campeius had his first audience of the king. After
Henry’s death, Edward VI. gave the palace to the citizens. It was
moreover endowed with land belonging to the Savoy to the amount
of 700 marks a year and the bedding and furniture of this hospital
were bestowed upon it.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_309_309" id="Footnote_309_309"></a><a href="#FNanchor_309_309"><span class="label">[309]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Skeletons.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_310_310" id="Footnote_310_310"></a><a href="#FNanchor_310_310"><span class="label">[310]</span></a> Atoms.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_311_311" id="Footnote_311_311"></a><a href="#FNanchor_311_311"><span class="label">[311]</span></a> Slang term for a small copper coin.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_312_312" id="Footnote_312_312"></a><a href="#FNanchor_312_312"><span class="label">[312]</span></a> The amount of the hangman’s fee.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_313_313" id="Footnote_313_313"></a><a href="#FNanchor_313_313"><span class="label">[313]</span></a> A cittern or lute was part of the appointments of a barber’s
shop of the period.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_314_314" id="Footnote_314_314"></a><a href="#FNanchor_314_314"><span class="label">[314]</span></a> A term in fencing. See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_160">160</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_315_315" id="Footnote_315_315"></a><a href="#FNanchor_315_315"><span class="label">[315]</span></a> A heavy mallet.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_316_316" id="Footnote_316_316"></a><a href="#FNanchor_316_316"><span class="label">[316]</span></a> The term was applied both to a kept gallant and to a pander.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_317_317" id="Footnote_317_317"></a><a href="#FNanchor_317_317"><span class="label">[317]</span></a> Smartly attired.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_318_318" id="Footnote_318_318"></a><a href="#FNanchor_318_318"><span class="label">[318]</span></a> A term of contempt.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_319_319" id="Footnote_319_319"></a><a href="#FNanchor_319_319"><span class="label">[319]</span></a> A play upon the word, which also signifies “trimmed.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_320_320" id="Footnote_320_320"></a><a href="#FNanchor_320_320"><span class="label">[320]</span></a> Prostitutes.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_321_321" id="Footnote_321_321"></a><a href="#FNanchor_321_321"><span class="label">[321]</span></a> Task work.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_322_322" id="Footnote_322_322"></a><a href="#FNanchor_322_322"><span class="label">[322]</span></a> At the carting of bawds and prostitutes they were preceded by
a mob beating basins and performing other rough music.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_323_323" id="Footnote_323_323"></a><a href="#FNanchor_323_323"><span class="label">[323]</span></a> Trimmed.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_324_324" id="Footnote_324_324"></a><a href="#FNanchor_324_324"><span class="label">[324]</span></a> Ensign.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_325_325" id="Footnote_325_325"></a><a href="#FNanchor_325_325"><span class="label">[325]</span></a> Branded.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_326_326" id="Footnote_326_326"></a><a href="#FNanchor_326_326"><span class="label">[326]</span></a> Disdain.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_327_327" id="Footnote_327_327"></a><a href="#FNanchor_327_327"><span class="label">[327]</span></a> Finely dressed.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_328_328" id="Footnote_328_328"></a><a href="#FNanchor_328_328"><span class="label">[328]</span></a> Fools.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_329_329" id="Footnote_329_329"></a><a href="#FNanchor_329_329"><span class="label">[329]</span></a> This Prologue and the Epilogue are specially devised for the
performance of the play before the queen, hence “At Court.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_330_330" id="Footnote_330_330"></a><a href="#FNanchor_330_330"><span class="label">[330]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Queen Elizabeth, at this time in her sixty-eighth year.
</p>
<p>
Pandora is the only one of these poetic terms for Elizabeth
peculiar to Dekker. The rest of them are used by others of the
Elizabethan poets. He evidently here conceives Pandora on the
side of her good fortune only, as receiving the gifts of the gods, and
not in her more familiar association with the story of Pandora’s Box
and its evils.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_331_331" id="Footnote_331_331"></a><a href="#FNanchor_331_331"><span class="label">[331]</span></a> Probably a church in Famagosta, which tradition makes Fortunatus’s
native place, and which was at one time the chief port and
fortress in Cyprus.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_332_332" id="Footnote_332_332"></a><a href="#FNanchor_332_332"><span class="label">[332]</span></a> “A gardener” in the original, which does not tally with the
description given by Fortune on p. <a href="#Page_300">300</a>. <i>q.v.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_333_333" id="Footnote_333_333"></a><a href="#FNanchor_333_333"><span class="label">[333]</span></a> “A smith” in the original, which is again a confusion with the
description in the text.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_334_334" id="Footnote_334_334"></a><a href="#FNanchor_334_334"><span class="label">[334]</span></a> An allusion to the coxcomb, the invariable ornament to the
fool’s cap, which Virtue wears on her head. See description,
<a href="#Page_312">Scene III</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_335_335" id="Footnote_335_335"></a><a href="#FNanchor_335_335"><span class="label">[335]</span></a> The description corresponds rather to Henry IV. of Germany,
who died in 1106.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_336_336" id="Footnote_336_336"></a><a href="#FNanchor_336_336"><span class="label">[336]</span></a> Frederick I. called Barbarossa, Emperor of Germany, <i>i.e.</i>
Allemagne (Almaine), the grandson of Henry IV.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_337_337" id="Footnote_337_337"></a><a href="#FNanchor_337_337"><span class="label">[337]</span></a> Alexander III.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_338_338" id="Footnote_338_338"></a><a href="#FNanchor_338_338"><span class="label">[338]</span></a> Louis I. called Le Débonnaire, son of Charlemagne, d. 840.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_339_339" id="Footnote_339_339"></a><a href="#FNanchor_339_339"><span class="label">[339]</span></a> Bajazet I. called Yilderim, <i>i.e.</i> Lightning, because of the
rapidity of his movement in the field of war, first Sultan of the
Ottoman Empire, who was humiliated by Timur (Tamburlaine).
Compare Marlowe’s <i>Tamburlaine the Great</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_340_340" id="Footnote_340_340"></a><a href="#FNanchor_340_340"><span class="label">[340]</span></a> Viriathus, a shepherd who became a famous Lusitanian chief in
the 2nd century <span class="smcap lowercase">B.C.</span>, and long warred successfully against the Romans
in Spain.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_341_341" id="Footnote_341_341"></a><a href="#FNanchor_341_341"><span class="label">[341]</span></a> Primislaus, a country labourer, who became first Duke of
Bohemia, having married the daughter of Croc who founded the
city of Prague.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_342_342" id="Footnote_342_342"></a><a href="#FNanchor_342_342"><span class="label">[342]</span></a> Gregory VII. (1013-1085).</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_343_343" id="Footnote_343_343"></a><a href="#FNanchor_343_343"><span class="label">[343]</span></a> Fortune here turns and addresses the four deposed kings again.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_344_344" id="Footnote_344_344"></a><a href="#FNanchor_344_344"><span class="label">[344]</span></a> Tailor. See <i>The Devil’s Answer to Pierce Pennylesse</i> (Dekker’s
non-dramatic works, The Huth Library, edited by the Rev. A. B.
Grosart, vol. ii. p. 147), “That botcher I preferred to be Lucifer’s
tailor, because he works with a hot needle and burnt thread.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_345_345" id="Footnote_345_345"></a><a href="#FNanchor_345_345"><span class="label">[345]</span></a> John of Leyden (John Beccold), b. 1510, d. 1536, a tailor, who
became a leader of the Anabaptists and at their head took extraordinary
possession of the city of Munster, and ruled for a brief
space as king there, before constitutional authority was restored
and he was seized and put to death.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_346_346" id="Footnote_346_346"></a><a href="#FNanchor_346_346"><span class="label">[346]</span></a> The Three Destinies, to whom Fortune herself was sometimes
added as a fourth. Fortunatus here seems to be addressing Fortune
and her two attendant nymphs, for no stage direction is specially
given for the entrance of the Three Destinies, as in <a href="#FNanchor_376_376">Act II. sc. ii.</a>,
<i>q.v.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_347_347" id="Footnote_347_347"></a><a href="#FNanchor_347_347"><span class="label">[347]</span></a> See an anonymous poem in <i>Tottel’s Miscellany</i>, 1557, called
“A praise of his Lady,” from which Dekker may have borrowed the
fancy:&mdash;
</p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“In each of her two crystal eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Smileth a naked boy.”<br /></span>
</div></div>


<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_348_348" id="Footnote_348_348"></a><a href="#FNanchor_348_348"><span class="label">[348]</span></a> Dekker is not careful even to remember here that Cyprus is an
island.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_349_349" id="Footnote_349_349"></a><a href="#FNanchor_349_349"><span class="label">[349]</span></a> Compare Shakespeare’s “Crabbed Age and Youth.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_350_350" id="Footnote_350_350"></a><a href="#FNanchor_350_350"><span class="label">[350]</span></a> A corruption of “God’s heart.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_351_351" id="Footnote_351_351"></a><a href="#FNanchor_351_351"><span class="label">[351]</span></a> Hired witnesses.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_352_352" id="Footnote_352_352"></a><a href="#FNanchor_352_352"><span class="label">[352]</span></a> One of the usual puns on the coin of that name.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_353_353" id="Footnote_353_353"></a><a href="#FNanchor_353_353"><span class="label">[353]</span></a> Ensign-bearers.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_354_354" id="Footnote_354_354"></a><a href="#FNanchor_354_354"><span class="label">[354]</span></a> A net the ends of which are drawn together with a string like a
purse.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_355_355" id="Footnote_355_355"></a><a href="#FNanchor_355_355"><span class="label">[355]</span></a> Kid leather (Fr. <i>chevreau</i>). Hence a very flexible conscience
was often called a cheveril conscience.&mdash;<i>Halliwell.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_356_356" id="Footnote_356_356"></a><a href="#FNanchor_356_356"><span class="label">[356]</span></a> Mean or miserly persons.&mdash;<i>Halliwell.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_357_357" id="Footnote_357_357"></a><a href="#FNanchor_357_357"><span class="label">[357]</span></a> See note <i>ante</i>, p. <a href="#Page_306">306</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_358_358" id="Footnote_358_358"></a><a href="#FNanchor_358_358"><span class="label">[358]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Gallantly attired.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_359_359" id="Footnote_359_359"></a><a href="#FNanchor_359_359"><span class="label">[359]</span></a> Housings hung on horses and mules, and considered a mark of
dignity.&mdash;<i>Halliwell.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_360_360" id="Footnote_360_360"></a><a href="#FNanchor_360_360"><span class="label">[360]</span></a> A stick with leather flap for killing flies.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_361_361" id="Footnote_361_361"></a><a href="#FNanchor_361_361"><span class="label">[361]</span></a> One of the followers of Ogier the Dane into India, according to
Mandeville, who was given sovereignty there, and is said by
tradition to have had seventy tributary kings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_362_362" id="Footnote_362_362"></a><a href="#FNanchor_362_362"><span class="label">[362]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Khan.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_363_363" id="Footnote_363_363"></a><a href="#FNanchor_363_363"><span class="label">[363]</span></a> Another reference to the gold coins so called.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_364_364" id="Footnote_364_364"></a><a href="#FNanchor_364_364"><span class="label">[364]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> The fool’s cap.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_365_365" id="Footnote_365_365"></a><a href="#FNanchor_365_365"><span class="label">[365]</span></a> In the original story Fortunatus goes to Cairo, and Dekker is
evidently here confusing Egypt with Assyria. Hence the Soldan’s
court at Babylon.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_366_366" id="Footnote_366_366"></a><a href="#FNanchor_366_366"><span class="label">[366]</span></a> The golden apple which Paris adjudged to Venus.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_367_367" id="Footnote_367_367"></a><a href="#FNanchor_367_367"><span class="label">[367]</span></a> Alluding to Phaeton’s flight, and the fiery disruption of his
chariot.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_368_368" id="Footnote_368_368"></a><a href="#FNanchor_368_368"><span class="label">[368]</span></a> A martial term, probably of Spanish derivation, for the summons
to battle.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_369_369" id="Footnote_369_369"></a><a href="#FNanchor_369_369"><span class="label">[369]</span></a> “No does?” simply in the original, which is not intelligible.
In full it would seem to imply “No, does it not?”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_370_370" id="Footnote_370_370"></a><a href="#FNanchor_370_370"><span class="label">[370]</span></a> Poise, weigh. “Peise” is still in use in some parts of the
north of England.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_371_371" id="Footnote_371_371"></a><a href="#FNanchor_371_371"><span class="label">[371]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Gallantly attired.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_372_372" id="Footnote_372_372"></a><a href="#FNanchor_372_372"><span class="label">[372]</span></a> In the original these words ate assigned to Ampedo, an evident
error.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_373_373" id="Footnote_373_373"></a><a href="#FNanchor_373_373"><span class="label">[373]</span></a> A Portuguese coin having a cross on one side and worth about
2<i>s.</i> 3<i>d.</i>, but varying in value at different times.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_374_374" id="Footnote_374_374"></a><a href="#FNanchor_374_374"><span class="label">[374]</span></a> “Pies” in the original, an evident misprint.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_375_375" id="Footnote_375_375"></a><a href="#FNanchor_375_375"><span class="label">[375]</span></a> A common reproach for the affectation of the courtiers in
Elizabeth’s reign.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_376_376" id="Footnote_376_376"></a><a href="#FNanchor_376_376"><span class="label">[376]</span></a> See <a href="#Footnote_346_346">note</a> <i>ante.</i> p. 301. “The Parcae were generally represented
as three old women with chaplets made with wool, and interwoven
with the flowers of the narcissus. They were covered with a white
robe, and fillet of the same colour, bound with chaplets. One of
them held a distaff, another the spindle, and the third was armed
with scissors with which she cut the thread which her sisters had
spun.”&mdash;<i>Lempriere.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_377_377" id="Footnote_377_377"></a><a href="#FNanchor_377_377"><span class="label">[377]</span></a> Sempstresses, alluding to their spinning.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_378_378" id="Footnote_378_378"></a><a href="#FNanchor_378_378"><span class="label">[378]</span></a> See <i>The Devil’s Answer to Pierce Pennylesse</i>, p. 100, “that
great Dego of Devils.”&mdash;<i>Dekker’s Non-Dramatic Works.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_379_379" id="Footnote_379_379"></a><a href="#FNanchor_379_379"><span class="label">[379]</span></a> Death, in original,&mdash;an evident misprint.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_380_380" id="Footnote_380_380"></a><a href="#FNanchor_380_380"><span class="label">[380]</span></a> Swaggering mood.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_381_381" id="Footnote_381_381"></a><a href="#FNanchor_381_381"><span class="label">[381]</span></a> Ital. <i>Latta</i>, tin-plate.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_382_382" id="Footnote_382_382"></a><a href="#FNanchor_382_382"><span class="label">[382]</span></a> Succeed.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_383_383" id="Footnote_383_383"></a><a href="#FNanchor_383_383"><span class="label">[383]</span></a> Farcy, a disease to which horses are subject, still sometimes
miscalled “Fashions” by country farriers. Dekker puns on it again
in <i>The Gull’s Horn-Book</i>:&mdash;“Fashions then was counted a disease,
and horses died of it: But now (thanks to folly) it is held the only
rare physic, and the purest golden Asses live upon it.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_384_384" id="Footnote_384_384"></a><a href="#FNanchor_384_384"><span class="label">[384]</span></a> Bow.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_385_385" id="Footnote_385_385"></a><a href="#FNanchor_385_385"><span class="label">[385]</span></a> Prostitutes.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_386_386" id="Footnote_386_386"></a><a href="#FNanchor_386_386"><span class="label">[386]</span></a> Barded, or barbed: <i>i.e.</i> Adorned with trappings.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_387_387" id="Footnote_387_387"></a><a href="#FNanchor_387_387"><span class="label">[387]</span></a> The mark was worth 13<i>s.</i> 4<i>d.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_388_388" id="Footnote_388_388"></a><a href="#FNanchor_388_388"><span class="label">[388]</span></a> The angel varied from 6<i>s.</i> 8<i>d.</i> to 10<i>s.</i> in value.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_389_389" id="Footnote_389_389"></a><a href="#FNanchor_389_389"><span class="label">[389]</span></a> Skill.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_390_390" id="Footnote_390_390"></a><a href="#FNanchor_390_390"><span class="label">[390]</span></a> “My heart is weighed down, my soul much tormented. No,
by Heaven, the Spanish foot does not beat to music on English
ground.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_391_391" id="Footnote_391_391"></a><a href="#FNanchor_391_391"><span class="label">[391]</span></a> “The truth, sir; the Spanish dance is full of state, majestic, and
fit for monarchs: your English low, fantastic, and very humble.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_392_392" id="Footnote_392_392"></a><a href="#FNanchor_392_392"><span class="label">[392]</span></a> “I desire only to please you: your eye has conquered its
prisoner. You shall hear the Spanish Pavan, let your music be
grave and majestic: Page, give me tobacco; take my cloak and my
sword. Higher, higher: Make way, make way friends, higher,
higher.” The Pavan was a stately Spanish dance.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_393_393" id="Footnote_393_393"></a><a href="#FNanchor_393_393"><span class="label">[393]</span></a> History does not record that Athelstane had either wife or
daughter.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_394_394" id="Footnote_394_394"></a><a href="#FNanchor_394_394"><span class="label">[394]</span></a> Your old mind (or, more literally, inclination) of cajoling.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_395_395" id="Footnote_395_395"></a><a href="#FNanchor_395_395"><span class="label">[395]</span></a> Virtue. <i>Greek.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_396_396" id="Footnote_396_396"></a><a href="#FNanchor_396_396"><span class="label">[396]</span></a> In the English translation from the original story of Fortunatus,
as published in the Dutch, Andelocia invents the name of
Damascus, or Damasco, for his apples, on the spur of the moment,
so as to give them an air of rarety, the name apparently not being
one previously used for any special kind of apple. In an earlier
English edition of the story, published about 1650, however, they
are otherwise described. It says there:&mdash;“They were brought
from Jerusalem, and were from the Holy Garden.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_397_397" id="Footnote_397_397"></a><a href="#FNanchor_397_397"><span class="label">[397]</span></a> A large sweet apple, full of juice [see <i>Bailey’s Dictionary</i>].</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_398_398" id="Footnote_398_398"></a><a href="#FNanchor_398_398"><span class="label">[398]</span></a> John apple, a good keeping apple, which long retains its freshness.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_399_399" id="Footnote_399_399"></a><a href="#FNanchor_399_399"><span class="label">[399]</span></a> “That is too many, master.” Dekker’s Irish even surpasses
his Dutch in unintelligibility, and it would need more space than
mere footnotes can afford, to attempt any full elucidation.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_400_400" id="Footnote_400_400"></a><a href="#FNanchor_400_400"><span class="label">[400]</span></a> Stockings probably, from the use of the term for bales of wool.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_401_401" id="Footnote_401_401"></a><a href="#FNanchor_401_401"><span class="label">[401]</span></a> Dekker uses “Gallant,” as an equivalent in <i>The Gull’s Horn-Book</i>,
but he means something more opprobrious;&mdash;“Masher,” as
we would say to-day, a fool of fashion.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_402_402" id="Footnote_402_402"></a><a href="#FNanchor_402_402"><span class="label">[402]</span></a> An allusion to the comedy <i>The Wisdom of Dr. Dodipoll</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_403_403" id="Footnote_403_403"></a><a href="#FNanchor_403_403"><span class="label">[403]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Grow jolly, at the spectacle.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_404_404" id="Footnote_404_404"></a><a href="#FNanchor_404_404"><span class="label">[404]</span></a> A play upon “fool” and “foul.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_405_405" id="Footnote_405_405"></a><a href="#FNanchor_405_405"><span class="label">[405]</span></a> Elucidation of his jargon must be left to the discretion of the
reader.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_406_406" id="Footnote_406_406"></a><a href="#FNanchor_406_406"><span class="label">[406]</span></a> See <i>ante</i>, “They mean to fall to their hey-pass and re-pass.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_407_407" id="Footnote_407_407"></a><a href="#FNanchor_407_407"><span class="label">[407]</span></a> A reference probably to a woman exhibited at some show in
London, and transferred by Dekker, with his usual artistic liberty,
to Cyprus.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_408_408" id="Footnote_408_408"></a><a href="#FNanchor_408_408"><span class="label">[408]</span></a> This is an imaginative prevision on the part of Ampedo, as
again in his next speech, “My want is famine.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_409_409" id="Footnote_409_409"></a><a href="#FNanchor_409_409"><span class="label">[409]</span></a> Virtue here evidently addressed Queen Elizabeth, as she sat in
the audience; this direct recognition is kept up to the end of the
play.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_410_410" id="Footnote_410_410"></a><a href="#FNanchor_410_410"><span class="label">[410]</span></a> See <a href="#Footnote_329_329">note</a> to Prologue.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_411_411" id="Footnote_411_411"></a><a href="#FNanchor_411_411"><span class="label">[411]</span></a> An allusion to the popular old play of <i>The Merry Devil of
Edmonton</i>, written about twenty years previously.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_412_412" id="Footnote_412_412"></a><a href="#FNanchor_412_412"><span class="label">[412]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Acquit.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_413_413" id="Footnote_413_413"></a><a href="#FNanchor_413_413"><span class="label">[413]</span></a> This speech is very corrupt. Dyce suggested “lewdness” in
place of the “laundress” of the old edition.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_414_414" id="Footnote_414_414"></a><a href="#FNanchor_414_414"><span class="label">[414]</span></a> Assure.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_415_415" id="Footnote_415_415"></a><a href="#FNanchor_415_415"><span class="label">[415]</span></a> Skeleton.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_416_416" id="Footnote_416_416"></a><a href="#FNanchor_416_416"><span class="label">[416]</span></a> Persuaded.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_417_417" id="Footnote_417_417"></a><a href="#FNanchor_417_417"><span class="label">[417]</span></a> A stalking-horse, cover.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_418_418" id="Footnote_418_418"></a><a href="#FNanchor_418_418"><span class="label">[418]</span></a> Make over.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_419_419" id="Footnote_419_419"></a><a href="#FNanchor_419_419"><span class="label">[419]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Blunt and honest. An old proverb.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_420_420" id="Footnote_420_420"></a><a href="#FNanchor_420_420"><span class="label">[420]</span></a> Another term for “bewitch” commonly in use; the word probably
implied the muttering or “forspeaking” of a spell.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_421_421" id="Footnote_421_421"></a><a href="#FNanchor_421_421"><span class="label">[421]</span></a> A winding thoroughfare which led from Eastcheap to Fish-street-hill.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_422_422" id="Footnote_422_422"></a><a href="#FNanchor_422_422"><span class="label">[422]</span></a> “An inner part between the tenor and the base.” <i>Blount’s
Glossographia</i>, 1681. It was customary in the morris to adorn the
dresses of the dancers, the trappings of the hobby-horse, &amp;c., with
bells of different pitch, but arranged to sound in harmony. Hence,
“treble,” “mean,” &amp;c.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_423_423" id="Footnote_423_423"></a><a href="#FNanchor_423_423"><span class="label">[423]</span></a> Counter-tenor.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_424_424" id="Footnote_424_424"></a><a href="#FNanchor_424_424"><span class="label">[424]</span></a> Coursing the hare.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_425_425" id="Footnote_425_425"></a><a href="#FNanchor_425_425"><span class="label">[425]</span></a> The fore-man or fore-gallant of the morris led the other dancers,
and was distinguished by a gayer dress.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_426_426" id="Footnote_426_426"></a><a href="#FNanchor_426_426"><span class="label">[426]</span></a> Cuddy’s anger arises from the unlucky question asked by the
third clown; “How shall we do for a good hobby-horse?”&mdash;as he
apparently expected, from his former celebrity in that respectable
character, to have been appointed by acclamation.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_427_427" id="Footnote_427_427"></a><a href="#FNanchor_427_427"><span class="label">[427]</span></a> “Ka me, ka thee!” was an old proverb.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_428_428" id="Footnote_428_428"></a><a href="#FNanchor_428_428"><span class="label">[428]</span></a> Bird-bolt, arrow; perhaps more correctly “But-bolt,” as
emendated by Gifford.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_429_429" id="Footnote_429_429"></a><a href="#FNanchor_429_429"><span class="label">[429]</span></a> Peas codlings; green peas.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_430_430" id="Footnote_430_430"></a><a href="#FNanchor_430_430"><span class="label">[430]</span></a> There is a break here in the quarto. It is suggested that the
printer was unable to decipher the first word of the line in the
manuscript.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_431_431" id="Footnote_431_431"></a><a href="#FNanchor_431_431"><span class="label">[431]</span></a> A children’s game, in which cherry-stones are pitched into a
small hole. The suggestion was sometimes a less innocent one,
however. Compare Herrick’s quatrain on “Cherry-pit.”</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_432_432" id="Footnote_432_432"></a><a href="#FNanchor_432_432"><span class="label">[432]</span></a> Thus Butler:
</p>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">“The soldier does it every day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Eight to the week</i>, for sixpence pay.”&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i><br /></span>
</div></div>


<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_433_433" id="Footnote_433_433"></a><a href="#FNanchor_433_433"><span class="label">[433]</span></a> Coach, Fr. <i>Carrosse</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_434_434" id="Footnote_434_434"></a><a href="#FNanchor_434_434"><span class="label">[434]</span></a> Barking Church stood at the bottom of Seething Lane. It was
destroyed in the great fire.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_435_435" id="Footnote_435_435"></a><a href="#FNanchor_435_435"><span class="label">[435]</span></a> Crony, friend.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_436_436" id="Footnote_436_436"></a><a href="#FNanchor_436_436"><span class="label">[436]</span></a> Abbreviation for “Mine ingle,” as above.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_437_437" id="Footnote_437_437"></a><a href="#FNanchor_437_437"><span class="label">[437]</span></a> Or “neif,” <i>i.e.</i> fist.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_438_438" id="Footnote_438_438"></a><a href="#FNanchor_438_438"><span class="label">[438]</span></a> The allusion is to Master Peter Fabel, who, as the prologue to
the old comedy says, “was called, for his sleights and his magic,
“The merry Devil of Edmonton.”&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_439_439" id="Footnote_439_439"></a><a href="#FNanchor_439_439"><span class="label">[439]</span></a> Frank alludes to the marriage portion which he had just received
with Susan.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_440_440" id="Footnote_440_440"></a><a href="#FNanchor_440_440"><span class="label">[440]</span></a> Cockchafer, beetle.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_441_441" id="Footnote_441_441"></a><a href="#FNanchor_441_441"><span class="label">[441]</span></a> The dog is of course supposed invisible. Frank thanks Susan
for telling him of the threatened arrival of Carter and Old Thorney
which would lead to discovery.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_442_442" id="Footnote_442_442"></a><a href="#FNanchor_442_442"><span class="label">[442]</span></a> An allusion to an old superstition in which the idea was that
wounds were healed by the turning of the assailant’s weapon against
himself so as to cover it with his blood.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_443_443" id="Footnote_443_443"></a><a href="#FNanchor_443_443"><span class="label">[443]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Adorned with tufts, or tassels, dependent from the shoulders.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_444_444" id="Footnote_444_444"></a><a href="#FNanchor_444_444"><span class="label">[444]</span></a> Array.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_445_445" id="Footnote_445_445"></a><a href="#FNanchor_445_445"><span class="label">[445]</span></a> Maid Marian was always a prominent figure in the morris-dance.
Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, and other characters were also added
according to the humour of the dancers.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_446_446" id="Footnote_446_446"></a><a href="#FNanchor_446_446"><span class="label">[446]</span></a> An outbuilding or yard in the rear of a house.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_447_447" id="Footnote_447_447"></a><a href="#FNanchor_447_447"><span class="label">[447]</span></a> Penny. Lat. <i>Denarius</i>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_448_448" id="Footnote_448_448"></a><a href="#FNanchor_448_448"><span class="label">[448]</span></a> Paned hose were made of stripes (panels) of different-coloured
stuff stitched together, and therefore liable to break or be seam-rent.
Thus counterpane.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_449_449" id="Footnote_449_449"></a><a href="#FNanchor_449_449"><span class="label">[449]</span></a> Farmer Banks is very familiar with the names of old plays (or
rather of the supposed witches who gave names to the plays). <i>Mother
Bombie</i> is the title of one of Lyly’s comedies, of which she is the
heroine; as is <i>Gammer Gurton</i> of the farcical drama, <i>Gammer
Gurton’s Needle</i>, to which Old Banks presently refers.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_450_450" id="Footnote_450_450"></a><a href="#FNanchor_450_450"><span class="label">[450]</span></a> A breed of dogs, in great request for hunting ducks in the ponds
at Islington and other outlying regions of London at this period.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_451_451" id="Footnote_451_451"></a><a href="#FNanchor_451_451"><span class="label">[451]</span></a> A fierce kind of mastiff kept to bait bears. Paris garden,
where these brutal sports were regularly exhibited, was situated on
the Bankside in Southwark, close to the Globe Theatre.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_452_452" id="Footnote_452_452"></a><a href="#FNanchor_452_452"><span class="label">[452]</span></a> There is a tract, in prose and verse, attributed to Luke Hatton,
entitled <i>The Black Dog of Newgate</i>; and we learn from Henslowe’s
<i>Diary</i> that there was a play by Hathway, Day, Smith, and another
poet, with the same title.&mdash;<i>Dyce.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_453_453" id="Footnote_453_453"></a><a href="#FNanchor_453_453"><span class="label">[453]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Wandering.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_454_454" id="Footnote_454_454"></a><a href="#FNanchor_454_454"><span class="label">[454]</span></a> A proverbial expression for more concealed mischief.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_455_455" id="Footnote_455_455"></a><a href="#FNanchor_455_455"><span class="label">[455]</span></a> Literally, a bull-calf, sometimes used, as here, as an expression
of kindness; but generally indicative of familiarity and contempt.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_456_456" id="Footnote_456_456"></a><a href="#FNanchor_456_456"><span class="label">[456]</span></a> <i>i.e.</i> Destroy.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_457_457" id="Footnote_457_457"></a><a href="#FNanchor_457_457"><span class="label">[457]</span></a> A notorious character of those days, whose real name was Mary
Frith. She appears to have excelled in various professions, of which
far the most honest and praiseworthy was that of picking pockets.
By singular good fortune she escaped the gallows, and died, “in a
ripe and rotten old age,” some time before the Restoration. Moll
is the heroine of <i>The Roaring Girl</i>, a lively comedy by Middleton
and Dekker, who have treated her with kindness.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_458_458" id="Footnote_458_458"></a><a href="#FNanchor_458_458"><span class="label">[458]</span></a> Creep in.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_459_459" id="Footnote_459_459"></a><a href="#FNanchor_459_459"><span class="label">[459]</span></a> Patronage, protection, responsibility.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i></p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_460_460" id="Footnote_460_460"></a><a href="#FNanchor_460_460"><span class="label">[460]</span></a> Footcloths were the ornamental housings or trappings flung over
the pads of state-horses. On these the great lawyers then rode to
Westminster Hall, and, as our authors intimate, the great courtiers
to St. James’s. They became common enough in aftertimes.&mdash;<i>Gifford.</i>
Briareus, the hundred-handed giant. The allusion is
obvious.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_461_461" id="Footnote_461_461"></a><a href="#FNanchor_461_461"><span class="label">[461]</span></a> Compare “Revelation.” ch. xii.</p></div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a name="Footnote_462_462" id="Footnote_462_462"></a><a href="#FNanchor_462_462"><span class="label">[462]</span></a> The mark was worth 13<i>s.</i> 4<i>d.</i></p></div>
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<h2 class="nobreak">Transcriber's Note</h2>


<p>The following apparent errors have been corrected:</p>

<ul><li>p. xxxiii "at best," changed to "at best."</li>

<li>p. 27 "Tis true" changed to "’Tis true"</li>

<li>p. 28 (note) "Old Fish Street." changed to "Old Fish Street.]"</li>

<li>p. 43 "their hands’" changed to "their hands"</li>

<li>p. 90 "inconsiderable" changed to "not inconsiderable"</li>

<li>p. 104 "news," changed to "news."</li>

<li>p. 105 "Tis most" changed to "’Tis most"</li>

<li>p. 106 "Ill create" changed to "I’ll create"</li>

<li>p. 107 "now-a days" changed to "now-a-days"</li>

<li>p. 108 "1st. Pren." changed to "1st Pren."</li>

<li>p. 138 "I ’faith" changed to "I’faith"</li>

<li>p. 153 "<i>Hip</i> How" changed to "<i>Hip.</i> How"</li>

<li>p. 167 "Tis now" changed to "’Tis now"</li>

<li>p. 177 "question him," changed to "question him."</li>

<li>p. 183 "2nd. Mad." changed to "2nd Mad."</li>

<li>p. 217 "tis read" changed to "’tis read"</li>

<li>p. 224 "first blow," changed to "first blow."</li>

<li>p. 232 "language" changed to "language."</li>

<li>p. 248 "bake that," changed to "bake that."</li>

<li>p. 249 (note) "of money" changed to "of money."</li>

<li>p. 252 "<i>Hip</i> I’ll" changed to "<i>Hip.</i> I’ll"</li>

<li>p. 254 "poured,," changed to "poured,"</li>

<li>p. 258 "Matheo’s," changed to "Matheo’s."</li>

<li>p. 258 (note) "string" changed to "string."</li>

<li>p. 262 (note) "avour" changed to "flavour"</li>

<li>p. 267 "with myself," changed to "with myself."</li>

<li>p. 268 "chalk.." changed to "chalk."</li>

<li>p. 272 (note) "Skeletons" changed to "Skeletons."</li>

<li>p. 351 "<i>Andel,</i> Ha" changed to "<i>Andel.</i> Ha"</li>

<li>p. 370 "found,?" changed to "found?"</li>

<li>p. 385 "1st." changed to "1st"</li>

<li>p. 399 "canot" changed to "cannot"</li>

<li>p. 399 "acqainted" changed to "acquainted"</li>

<li>p. 409 "1st. Cl." changed to "1st Cl."</li>

<li>p. 410 "2nd. Cl." changed to "2nd Cl." (two instances)</li>

<li>p. 410 "3rd. Cl." changed to "3rd Cl." (two instances)</li>

<li>p. 438 "<i>House</i>" changed to "<i>House</i>."</li>

<li>p. 424 "2nd. Cl." changed to "2nd Cl."</li>

<li>p. 457 "within me," changed to "within me."</li>

<li>p. 457 "of thee," changed to "of thee."</li>

<li>p. 461 "that cur," changed to "that cur."</li>

<li>p. 465 anchor for note [457] added</li>

<li>p. 466 "’tis" changed to "’tis."</li>

<li>p. 466 "ch," changed to "ch."</li>
</ul>


<p>Inconsistent formatting of stage directions has not been altered. Inconsistent hyphenation, use of apostrophes in contractions, and spacing of contractions, have been left as printed.</p>

<p>The following possible mistakes have been left as printed:</p>

<ul>

<li>p. 65 know the church.</li>

<li>p. 106 t’were</li>

<li>p. 121 Ee’n</li>

<li>p. 159 and exit</li>

<li>p. 238 its base</li>

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