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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (10 of 10) - Thierry and Theodoret; The Woman-Hater; Nice Valour; The - Honest Man's Fortune; The Masque of the Gentlemen; Four - Plays in One - -Author: Francis Beaumont - John Fletcher - -Release Date: September 30, 2015 [EBook #50096] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER'S WORKS, VOL 10 *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing, Jonathan Ingram and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - FRANCIS BEAUMONT - - Born 1584 - Died 1616 - - JOHN FLETCHER - - Born 1579 - Died 1625 - - - - - _BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER_ - - THIERRY AND THEODORET - - THE WOMAN-HATER - - NICE VALOUR - - THE HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE - - THE MASQUE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF - GRAYS-INNE AND THE INNER-TEMPLE - - FOUR PLAYS OR MORAL - REPRESENTATIONS IN ONE - - - THE TEXT EDITED BY - - A.R. WALLER, M.A. - - [Illustration] - - Cambridge: - - at the University Press - - 1912 - - CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS - - London: FETTER LANE, E.C. - - C. F. CLAY, MANAGER - - [Illustration] - - Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET - - Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO. - - Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS - - New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS - - Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD. - - _All rights reserved_ - - - - -PREFACE - - -In 1905, the Syndics of the University Press asked me to complete, upon -the lines laid down in the preface to volume I, the editing of the -reprint of the Second Folio of the works of Beaumont and Fletcher which -had been begun by Arnold Glover. The present volume sees the end of the -task. In 1906, it was announced that a volume or, possibly, two volumes -of notes would follow the text. These, together with a critical text of -the scattered poems, must be left to other hands. I hoped, at one time, -to undertake this additional burden myself, but that seems now to have -become impossible. - - A. R. WALLER - - _21 May 1912_ - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - Thierry and Theodoret 1 - - The Woman-Hater 71 - - Nice Valour, or The Passionate Mad-man 143 - - Mr. Francis Beaumonts Letter to Ben. - Johnson 199 - - The Honest Man's Fortune 202 - - The Masque of the Gentlemen of Grays-Inne - and the Inner-Temple 281 - - Four Plays or Moral Representations in - One 287 - - Appendix 365 - - - - -THE TRAGEDY - -OF - -Thierry and Theodoret. - - - - -_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Theodoret, Brunhalt, Bawd[b]er._ - - BRUNHALT. - - Taxe me with these hot tainters? - - _Theodoret._ You are too sudain; - I doe but gently tell you what becomes you - And what may bend your honor! how these courses - Of loose and lazie pleasures; not suspected - But done and known, your mind that grants no limit - And all your Actions follows, which loose people - That see but through a mist of circumstance - Dare term ambitious; all your wayes hide sores - Opening in the end to nothing but ulcers. - Your instruments like these may call the world - And with a fearfull clamor, to examine - Why, and to what we govern. From example - If not for vertues sake ye may be honest: - There have been great ones, good ones, and 'tis necessary - Because you are your self, and by your self - A self-peece from the touch of power and Justice, - You should command your self, you may imagine - Which cozens all the world, but chiefly women - The name of greatness glorifies your actions - And strong power like a pent-house, promise[s] - To shade you from opinion; Take heed mother, - And let us all take heed these most abuse us - The sins we doe, people behold through opticks, - Which shews them ten times more than common vices, - And often multiplys them: Then what justice - Dare we inflict upon the weak offenders - When we are theeves our selves? - - _Brun._ This is, _Martell_, - Studied and pen'd unto you, whose base person - I charge you by the love you owe a mother - And as you hope for blessings from her prayers, - Neither to give belief to, nor allowance, - Next I tell you Sir, you from whom obedience - Is so far fled, that you dare taxe a mother; - Nay further, brand her honor with your slanders, - And break into the treasures of her credit, - Your easiness is abused, your faith fraited - With lyes, malitious lyes, your merchant mischief, - He that never knew more trade then Tales, and tumbling - Suspitious into honest hearts; What you or he, - Or all the world dare lay upon my worth, - This for your poor opinions: I am shee, - And so will bear my self, whose truth and whiteness - Shall ever stand as far from these detections - As you from dutie, get you better servants - People of honest actions without ends, - And whip these knaves away, they eat your favours, - And turn 'em unto poysons: my known credit - Whom all the Courts o' this side _Nile_ have envied, - And happy she could site me, brought in question - Now in my hours of age and reverence, - When rather superstition should be rendred - And by a Rush that one days warmth - Hath shot up to this swelling; Give me justice, - Which is his life. - - _Theod._ This is an impudence, and he must tell you, that till now - mother brought ye a sons obedience, and now breaks it Above the - sufferance of a Son. - - _Bawd._ Bless us! - - For I doe now begin to feel my self - Turning into a halter, and the ladder - Turning from me, one pulling at my legs too. - - _Theod._ These truths are no mans tales, but all mens troubles, - They are, though your strange greatness would out-stare u'm: - Witness the daily Libels, almost Ballads - In every place, almost in every Province, - Are made upon your lust, Tavern discourses, - Crowds cram'd with whispers; Nay, the holy Temples, - Are not without your curses: Now you would blush, - But your black tainted blood dare not appear - For fear I should fright that too. - - _Brun._ O ye gods! - - _Theod._ Do not abuse their names: They see your actions - And your conceal'd sins, though you work like Moles, - Lies level to their justice. - - _Brun._ Art thou a Son? - - _Theod._ The more my shame is of so bad a mother, - And more your wretchedness you let me be so; - But woma[n], for a mothers name hath left me - Since you have left your honor; Mend these ruins, - And build again that broken fame, and fairly; - Your most intemperate fires have burnt, and quickly - Within these ten days take a Monasterie, - A most strickt house; a house where none may whisper, - Where no more light is known but what may make ye - Believe there is a day where no hope dwells, - Nor comfort but in tears. - - _Brun._ O miserie! - - _Theod._ And there to cold repentance, and starv'd penance - Tye your succeeding days; Or curse me heaven - If all your guilded knaves, brokers, and bedders, - Even he you built from nothing, strong _Protal[dy]e_, - Be not made ambling Geldings; All your maids, - If that name doe not shame 'em, fed with spunges - To suck away their ranckness; And your self - Onely to empty Pictures and dead Arras - Offer your old desires. - - _Brun._ I will not curse you, - Nor lay a prophesie upon your pride, - Though heaven might grant me both: unthankfull, no, - I nourish'd ye, 'twas I, poor I groan'd for you, - 'Twas I felt what you suffer'd, I lamented - When sickness or sad hours held back your swe[e]tness; - 'Twas I pay'd for your sleeps, I watchd your wakings: - My daily cares and fears, that rid, plaid, walk'd, - Discours'd, discover'd, fed and fashion'd you - To what you are, and I am thus rewarded. - - _Theod._ But that I know these tears I could dote on 'em, - And kneell to catch 'em as they fall, then knit 'em - Into an Armlet, ever to be honor'd; - But woman they are dangerous drops, deceitfull, - Full of the weeper, anger and ill nature. - - _Brun._ In my last hours despis'd. - - _Theod._ That Text should tell - How ugly it becomes you to err thus; - Your flames are spent, nothing but smoke maintains ye; - And those your favour and your bounty suffers - Lye not with you, they do but lay lust on you - And then imbrace you as they caught a palsie; - Your power they may love, and like spanish Jennetts - Commit with such a gust. - - _Bawd._ I would take whipping, - And pay a fine now. [_Exit Bawdber._ - - _Theod._ But were ye once disgraced, - Or fallen in wealth, like leaves they would flie from you, - And become browse for every beast; You will'd me - To stock my self with better friends, and servants, - With what face dare you see me, or any mankind, - That keep a race of such unheard of relicks, - Bawds, Leachers, Letches, female fornications, - And children in their rudiments to vices, - Old men to shew examples: and lest Art - Should loose her self in act, to call back custome, - Leave these, and live like _Niobe_. I told you how - And when your eyes have dropt away remembrance - Of what you were. I 'm your Son! performe it. - - _Brun._ Am I a woman, and no more power in me, - To tye this Tyger up, a soul to no end, - Have I got shame and lost my will? _Brunhalt_ - From this accursed hour, forget thou bor'st him, - Or any part of thy blood gave him living, - Let him be to thee an Antipathy, - A thing thy nature sweats at, and turns backward: - Throw all the mischiefs on him that thy self, - Or woman worse than thou art, have invented, - And kill him drunk, or doubtfull. - - _Enter Bawd[b]er_, _Protaldie_, _Lecure_. - - _Bawd._ Such a sweat, - I never was in yet, clipt of my minstrels, - My toyes to prick up wenches withall; Uphold me, - It runs like snow-balls through me. - - _Brun._ Now my varlets, - My slaves, my running thoughts, my executions. - - _Baw._ Lord how she looks! - - _Brun._ Hell take ye all. - - _Baw._ We shall be gelt. - - _Brun._ Your Mistress, - Your old and honor'd Mistress, you tyr'd curtals - Suffers for your base sins; I must be cloyster'd, - Mew'd up to make me virtuous who can help this? - Now you stand still like Statues; Come _Protaldye_, - One kiss before I perish, kiss me strongly, - Another, and a third. - - _Lecure._ I fear not gelding - As long [as] she holds this way. - - _Brun._ The young courser - That unli[c]kt lumpe of mine, will win thy Mistriss; - Must I be chast _Protaldye_? - - _Pro._ Thus and thus Lady. - - _Brun._ It shall be so, let him seek fools for Vestalls, - Here is my Cloyster. - - _Lecure._ But what safety Madam - Find you in staying here? - - _Brun._ Thou hast hit my meaning, - I will to _Thierry_ Son of my blessings, - And there complain me, tell my tale so subtilly, - That the cold stones shall sweat; And Statues mourn, - And thou shall weep _Protaldye_ in my witness, - And there forswear. - - _Bawd._ Yes, any thing but gelding, - I'm not yet in quiet Noble Lady, - Let it be done to night, for without doubt - To morrow we are capons. - - _Brun._ Sleep shall not seize me, - Nor any food befriend me but thy kisses, - E're I forsake this desart, I live honest; - He may as well bid dead men walk, I humbled, - Or bent below my power; let night-dogs tear me, - And goblins ride me in my sleep to jelly, - Ere I forsake my sphear. - - _Lecure._ This place you will. - - _Brun._ What's that to you, or any, - Ye doss, you powder'd pigsbones, rubarbe glister: - Must you know my designs? a colledge on you, - The proverbe makes but fools. - - _Prota._ But Noble Lady. - - _Brun._ You a sawcie ass too, off I will not, - If you but anger me, till a sow-gelder - Have cut you all like colts, hold me and kiss me, - For I'm too much troubled; Make up my treasure, - And get me horses private, come about it. [_Exeunt._ - - -[_Act. I. Scæ. 2._] - - _Enter Theodoret, Martell, &c._ - - _Theod._ Though I assure my self (_Martell_) your counsell - Had no end but allegeance and my honor: - Yet [I am] jealous, I have pass'd the bounds - Of a sons duty; For suppose her worse - Than you report, not by bare circumstance, - But evident proof confirm'd has given her out: - Yet since all weakness[es] in a kingdome, are - No more to be severely punished than - The faults of Kings are by the Thunderer - As oft as they offend, to be reveng'd: - If not for piety, yet for policie, - Since some are of necessitie to be spar'd, - I might, and now I wish I had not look'd - With such strict eyes into her follies. - - _Mart._ Sir, a duty well discharg'd is never follow'd - By sad repentance, nor did your Highness ever - Make payment of the debt you ow'd her, better - Than in your late reproofs not of her, but - Those crimes that made her worthy of reproof. - The most remarkeable point in which Kings differ - From private men, is that they not alone - Stand bound to be in themselves innocent, - But that all such as are allyed to them - In nearness, [or] dependance, by their care - Should be free from suspition of all crime; - And you have reap'd a double benefit - From this last great act: first in the restraint - Of her lost pleasures, you remove th' example - From others of the like licentiousness, - Then when 'tis known that your severitie - Extended to your mother, who dares hope for - The least indulgence or connivence in - The easiest slips that may prove dangerous - To you, or to the Kingdome? - - _Theod._ I must grant - Your reason[s] good (_Martell_) if as she is - My mother, she had been my subject, or - That only here she could make challenge to - A place of Being; But I know her temper - And fear (if such a word become a King,) - That in discovering her, I have let lo[o]se - A Tygress, whose rage being shut up in darkness, - Was grievous only to her self; Which brought - Into the view of light, her cruelty, - Provok'd by her own shame, will turn on him - That foolishly presum'd to let her see - The loath'd shape of her own deformitie. - - _Mart._ Beasts of that nature, when rebellious threats - Begin to appear only in their eyes, - Or any motion that may give suspition - Of the least violence should be chain'd up; - Their fangs and teeth, and all their means of hurt, - Par'd off, and knockt out, and so made unable - To do ill; They would soon begin to loath it. - I'll apply nothing: but had your Grace done, - Or would doe yet, what your less forward zeal - In words did only threaten, far less danger - Would grow from acting it on her, than may - Perhaps have Being from her apprehension - Of what may once be practis'd: For believe it, - Who confident of his own power, presumes - To spend threats on an enemy, that hath means - To shun the worst they can effect, gives armor - To keep off his own strength; Nay more, disarms - Himself, and lyes unguarded 'gainst all harms, - Or doubt, or malice may produce. - - _Theod._ 'Tis true. - And such a desperate cure I would have us'd, - If the intemperate patient had not been - So near me as a mother; but to her, - And from me gentle unguents only were - To be appli'd: and as physitians - When they are sick of fevers, eat themselves - Such viands as by their directions are - Forbid to others though alike diseas'd; - So she considering what she is, may challenge - Those cordialls to restore her, by her birth, - And priviledge, which at no suit must be - Granted to others. - - _Mart._ May your pious care - Effect but what it aim'd at, I am silent. - - _Enter Devitry._ - - _Theod._ What laught you at Sir? - - _Vitry._ I have some occasion, - I should not else; And the same cause perhaps - That makes me do so, may beget in you - A contrary effect. - - _Theod._ Why, what's the matter? - - _Vitry._ I see and joy to see that sometimes poor men, - (And most of [such] are good) stand more indebted - For [meanes] to breathe to such as are held vitious, - Than those that wear, like Hypocrites on their foreheads, - Th'ambitious titles of just men and vertuous. - - _Mart._ Speak to the purpose. - - _Vitry._ Who would e'er have thought - The good old Queen, your Highness reverend mother, - Into whose house (which was an Academ,) - In which all principles of lust were practis'd: - No soldier might presume to set his foot; - At whose most blessed intercession - All offices in the state, were charitably - Confer'd on Panders, o'erworn chamber wrestlers, - And such physitians as knew how to kill - With safety under the pretence of saving, - And such like children of a monstrous peace, - That she I say should at the length provide - That men of war, and honest younger brothers, - That would not owe their feeding to their cod-peece, - Should be esteem'd of more than mothers, or drones, - Or idle vagabonds. - - _Theod._ I am glad to hear it, - Prethee what course takes she to doe this? - - _Vitry._ One that cannot fail, she and her virtuous train, - With her jewels, and all that was worthy the carrying, - The last night left the court, and, as 'tis more - Than said, for 'tis confirm'd by such as met her, - She's fled unto your brother. - - _Theod._ How? - - _Vitry._ Nay storm not, - For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not - Forgot [its] pace, and _Thierry_ be a Prince - Of such a fiery temper, as report - Has given him out for; You shall have cause to use - Such poor men as my self; And thank us too - For comming to you, and without petitions; - Pray heaven reward the good old woman for't. - - _Mart._ I foresaw this. - - _Theod._ I hear a tempest comming, - That sings mine & my kingdomes ruin: haste, - And cause a troop of horse to fetch her back: - Yet stay, why should I use means to bring in - A plague that of her self hath left me? Muster - Our Soldiers up, we'll stand upon our guard, - For we shall be attempted; Yet forbear - The inequality of our powers will yield me - Nothing but loss in their defeature: something - Must be done, and done suddainly, save your labor, - In this I'll use no counsell but mine own, - That course though dangerous is best. Command - Our daughter be in readiness, to attend us: - _Martell_, your company, and honest _Vitry_, - Thou wilt along with me. - - _Vitry._ Yes any where, - To be worse than I 'm here, is past my fear. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Thierry, Brunhalt, Bawdber, Lecure, &c._ - - _Thier._ You are here in a sanctuary; and that viper - (Who since he hath forgot to be a Son, - I much disdain to think of as a brother) - Had better, in despight of all the gods, - To have raiz'd their Temples, and spurn'd down their Altars, - Than in his impious abuse of you, - To have call'd on my just anger. - - _Brun._ Princely Son; - And in this, worthy of a near name - I have in the relation of my wrongs, - Been modest, and no word my tongue deliver'd - T'express my insupportable injuries, - But gave my heart a wound: Nor has my grief - Being from what I suffer; But that he, - Degenerate as he is, should be the actor - Of my extremes; And force me to divide - The [fires] of brotherly affection, - Which should make but one flame. - - _Thier._ That part of his - As it deserves shall burn no more: [if or] - The tears of Orphans, Widows, or all such - As dare acknowledge him to be their Lord, - Joyn'd to your wrongs, with his heart blood have power - To put it out: and you, and these your servants, - Who in our favours shal find cause to know - In that they left not you, how dear we hold them; - Shal[l] give _Theodoret_ to understand, - His ignorance of the prizeless Jewel, which - He did possess in you, mother in you, - Of which I am more proud to be the donor, - Than if th' absolute rule of all the world - Were offer'd to this hand; Once more you are welcome, - Which with all ceremony due to greatness - I would make known, but that our just revenge - Admits not of delay; Your hand Lord Generall. - - _Enter Protaldie, with soldiers._ - - _Brun._ Your favor and his merit I may say - Have made him such, but I am jelous how - Your subjects will receive it. - - _Thier._ How my subjects? - What doe you make of me? Oh heaven! My subjects! - How base should I esteem the name of Prince - If that poor dust were any thing before - The whirle-wind of my absolute command? - Let 'em be happy and rest so contented: - They pay the tribute of their hearts & knees, - To such a Prince that not alone has power, - To keep his own but to increase it; That - Although he hath a body may add to - The fam'd night labor of strong _Hercules_: - Yet is the master of a continence - That so can temper it, that I forbear - Their daughters, and their wives, whose hands though strong, - As yet have never drawn by unjust mean - Their proper wealth into my treasury, - But I grow glorious, and let them beware - That in their least repining at my pleasures, - They change not a mild Prince, (for if provok'd - I dare and will be so) into a Tyrant. - - _Brun._ You see there's hope that we shall rule again, - And your fal'n fortunes rise. - - _Bawd._ I hope your Highness - Is pleas'd that I should still hold my place with you; - For I have been so long us'd to provide you - Fresh bits of flesh since mine grew stale, that surely - If cashir'd now, I shall prove a bad Cator - In the Fish-market of cold chastity. - - _Lecure._ For me I am your own, nor since I first - Knew what it was to serve you, have remembred - I had a soul, but such [a] one whose essence - Depended wholy on your Highness pleasure, - And therefore Madam-- - - _Brun._ Rest assur'd you are - Such instruments we must not lose. - - _Lecure. Bawd._ Our service. - - _Thier._ You have view'd them then, what's your opinion of them? - In this dull time of peace, we have prepar'd 'em - Apt for the war. Ha? - - _Prota._ Sir, they have limbs - That promise strength sufficient, and rich armors - The Soldiers best lov'd wealth: More, it appears - They have been drill'd, nay very pretily drill'd: - For many of them can discharge their muskets - Without the danger of throwing off their heads, - Or being offensive to the standers by, - By sweating too much backwards; Nay I find - They know the right, and left hand file, and may - With some impulsion no doubt be brought - To pass the _A_, _B_, _C_, of war, and come - Unto the Horn-book. - - _Thier._ Well, that care is yours; - And see that you effect it. - - _Prota._ I am slow - To promise much; But if within ten days, - By precepts and examples, not drawn from - Worm-eaten presidents of the _Roman_ wars - But from mine own, I make them not transcend - All that e'er yet bore armes, let it be said, - _Protaldye_ brags, which would be unto me - As hatefull as to be esteem'd a coward: - For Sir, few Captaines know the way to win [him], - And make the soldiers valiant. You shall [see me] - Lie with them in their trenches, talk, and drink, - And be together drunk; And, what seems stranger, - We'll sometimes wench together, which once practis'd - And with some other care and hidden acts, - They being all made mine, I'll breath[e] into them - Such fearless resolution and such fervor, - That though I brought them to beseige a fort, - Whose walls were steeple high, and cannon proof, - Not to be undermin'd, they should fly up, - Like swallows: and the parapet once won, - For proof of their obedience, if I will'd them - They should leap down again, and what is more, - By some directions they should have from me, - Not break their necks. - - _Thi._ This is above belief. - - _Brun._ Sir, on my knowledg[e] though he hath spoke much, - He's able to do more. - - _Lecure._ She means on her. - - _Brun._ And howsoever in his thankfulness, - For some few favors done him by my self, - He left _Austracia_, not _Theodoret_, - Though he was chiefly aim'd at, could have laid - With all his Dukedomes power, that shame upon him, - Which in his barborous malice to my honor, - He swore with threats to effect. - - _Thier._ I cannot but - Believe you Madam, thou art one degree - Grown nearer to my heart, and I am proud - To have in thee so glorious a plant - Transported hither; In thy conduct, we - Go on assur'd of conquest; our remove - Shall be with the next Sun. - - _Enter Theod[o]ret, Memberge, Martell, Devitry._ - - _Lecure._ Amazement leave me, 'tis he. - - _Bawd._ We are again undone. - - _Prot._ Our guilt hath no assurance nor defence. - - _Bawd._ If now your ever ready wit fail to protect us, - We shall be all discover'd. - - _Brun._ Be not so - In your amazement and your foolish fears, - I am prepared for't. - - _Theod._ How? Not one poor welcome, - In answer of so long a journey made - Only to see your brother. - - _Thier._ I have stood - Silent thus long, and am yet unresolv'd - Whether to entertaine thee on my sword, - As fits a parricide of a mothers honor; - Or whether being a Prince, I yet stand bound - (Though thou art here condemn'd) to give thee hearing - Before I execute. What foolish hope, - (Nay pray you forbear) or desperate madness rather, - (Unless thou com'st assur'd, I stand in debt - As far to all impiety as thy self) - Has made thee bring thy neck unto the axe? - Since looking only here, it cannot but - Draw fresh blood from thy sear'd up conscience, - To make thee sensible of that horror, which - They ever bear about them, that like _Nero_, - Like said I? Thou art worse: since thou darest strive - In her defame to murther thine alive. - - _Theod._ That she that long since had the boldness to - Be a bad woman, (though I wish some other - Should so report her) could not want the cunning, - (Since they go hand in hand) to lay fair colo[u]rs - On her black crimes, I was resolv'd before, - Nor make I doubt, but that she hath impoyson'd - Your good opinion of me, and so far - Incens'd your rage against me, that too late - I come to plead my innocence. - - _Brun._ To excuse thy impious scandalls rather. - - _Prot._ Rather forc'd with fear to be compel'd to come. - - _Thierry._ Forbear. - - _Theod._ This moves not me, and yet had I not been - Transported on my own integrity, - I neither am so odious to my subjects, - Nor yet so barren of defence, but that - By force I could have justified my guilt, - Had I been faulty, but since innocence - Is to it self an hundred thousand gards, - And that there is no Son, but though he owe - That name to an ill mother, but stands bound - Rather to take away with his own danger - From the number of her faults, than for his own - Security, to add unto them. This, - This hath made me to prevent th'expence - Of bloud on both sides, the injuries, the rapes, - (Pages, that ever wait upon the war:) - The account of all which, since you are the cause, - Believe it, would have been required from you; - Rather I say to offer up my daughter, - Who living onely could revenge my death, - With my heart blood a sacrifice to your anger - Than that you should draw on your head more curses - Than yet you have deserved. - - _Thier._ I do begin - To feel an alteration in my nature, - And in his full sail'd confidence, a showre - Of gentle rain, that falling on the fire - Of my hot rage hath quenched it, ha! I would - Once more speak roughly to him, and I will, - Yet there is something whispers to me, that - I have said too much. How is my heart devided - Between the duty of a Son, and love - Due to a brother! yet I am swayed here, - And must aske of you, how 'tis possible - You can effect me that have learned to hate, - Where you should pay all love? - - _Theod._ Which joyn'd with duty, - Upon my knees I should be proud to tender, - Had she not us'd her self so many swords - To cut those bonds that tide me to it. - - _Thier._ Fie no more of that. - - _Theod._ Ala[s] it is a theme, - I take no pleasure to discourse of; Would - It could assoon be buried to the world, - As it should die to me: nay more, I wish - (Next to my part of heaven) that she would spend - The last part of her life so here, that all - Indifferent Judges might condemn me, for - A most malicious slanderer, nay texde it - Upon my forehead, if you hate me mother, - Put me to such a shame, pray you do, believe it - There is no glory that may fall upon me, - Can equall the delight I should receive - In that disgrace; provided the repeal - Of your long banish'd virtues, and good name, - Usher'd me to it. - - _Thier._ See, she shews her self - An e[a]sie mother, which her tears confirme. - - _Theod._ 'Tis a good sign, the comfortablest rain - I ever saw. - - _Thier._ Embrace: Why this is well, - May never more but love in you, and duty - On your part rise between you. - - _Bawd._ Do you hear Lord Generall, - Does not your new stamp'd honor on the suddain - Begin to grow sick? - - _Prota._ Yes I find it fit, - That putting off my armor I should think of - Some honest hospitall to retire to. - - _Bawd._ Sure although I am a bawd, yet being a Lord, - They cannot whip me for't, what's your opinion? - - _Lecure._ The beadle will resolve you, for I cannot, - There is something that more near concerns my self, - That calls upon me. - - _Mart._ Note but yonder scarabs, - That liv'd upon the dung of her base pleasures, - How from the fear that she may yet prove honest - Hang down their wicked heads. - - _Vitry._ What is that to me? - Though they and all the pol[e]cats of the Court, - Were trust together, I perceive not how - It can advantage me a cardekue, - To help to keep me honest. [_A horn._ - - _Enter a Post._ - - _Thier._ How, from whence? - - _Post._ These letters will resolve your grace. - - _Thier._ What speak they? [_Reads._ - How all things meet to make me this day happy? - See mother, brother, to your reconcilement - Another blessing almost equall to it, - Is coming towards me; My contracted wife - _Ordella_, daughter of wise _Datarick_, - The King of _Aragon_ is on our confines; - Then to arrive at such a time, when you - Are happily here to honor with your presence - Our long defer'd, but much wish'd nuptiall, - Falls out above expression; Heaven be pleas'd - That I may use these blessings powr'd on me - With moderation. - - _Brun._ Hell and furies ayd me, - That I may have power to avert the plagues - That press upon me. - - _Thier._ Two dayes journy sayest thou, - We will set forth to meet her: in the mean time - See all things be prepar'd to entertain her; - Nay let me have your companies, there's a Forrest - In the midway shall yeild us hunting sport, - To ease our travel, I'll not have a brow - But shall wear mirth upon it, therefore clear them. - We'll wash away all sorrow in glad feasts; - And the war we mean to men, we'll make on beasts. - - [_Exeunt omnes, præter Brun. Bawdber, Portaldy, Lecure._ - - _Brun._ Oh that I had the Magick to transforme you - Into the shape of such, that your own hounds - Might tear you peece-meale; Are you so stupid? - No word of comfort? have I fed you mothers - From my excess of moysture, with such cost - And can you yeild no other retribution, - But to devour your maker, pandar, sponge, - Impoysoner, all grown barren? - - _Prota._ You your self - That are our mover, and for whom alone - We live, have fail'd your self in giving way - To the reconcilement of your [sonnes]. - - _Lecure._ Which if - You had prevented, or would teach us how - They might again be sever'd, we could easily - Remove all other hind'rances that stop - The passage of your pleasures. - - _Baud._ And for me, - If I fail in my office to provide you - Fresh delicat[e]s, hang me. - - _Brun._ Oh you are dull, and find not - The cause of my vexation; Their reconcilement - Is a mock castle built upon the sand - By children, which when I am pleas'd to o'rethrow, - I can with ease spurn down. - - _Lecure._ If so, from whence - Grows your affliction? - - _Brun._ My grief comes along - With the new Queen, in whose grace all my power - Must suffer shipwrack: for me now, - That hitherto have kept the first, to know - A second place, or yeeld the least precedence - To any other ['s] death; To have my sleeps - Less enquir'd after, or my rising up - Saluted with less reverence, or my gates - Empty of suitors, or the Kings great favours - To pass through any hand but mine, or he - Himself to be directed by another, - Would be to me: doe you understand me, yet - No meanes to prevent this. - - _Prota._ Fame gives her out - To be a woman of [a] chastity - Not to be wrought upon; and therefore Madam - For me, though I have pleas'd you, to attempt her - Were to no purpose. - - _Brun._ Tush, some other way. - - _Baud._ Faith I know none else, all my bringing up - Aim'd at no other learning. - - _Lecure._ Give me leave, - If my art fail me not, I have thought on - A speeding project. - - _Brun._ What [ist]? but effect it, - And thou shalt be my _Æsculapius_, - Thy image shall be set up in pure gold, - To which I'll fall down and worship it. - - _Lecure._ The Lady is fair. - - _Brun._ Exceeding fair. - - _Lecure._ And young. - - _Brun._ Some fifteen at the most. - - _Lecure._ And loves the King with equall ardor. - - _Brun._ More, she dotes on him. - - _Lecure._ Well then, [what] think you if I make a drink - Which given unto him on the bridall night - Shall for five days so rob his faculties, - Of all ability to pay that duty, - Which new made wives expect, that she shall swear - She is not match'd to a man. - - _Prota._ 'Twere rare. - - _Lecure._ And then, - If she have any part of woman in her, - She'll or fly out, or at least give occasion - Of such a breach which nere can be made up, - Since he that to all else did never fail - Of as much as could be perform'd by man - Proves only Ice to her. - - _Brun._ 'Tis excellent. - - _Bawd._ The Physitian - Helps ever at a dead lift; a fine calling, - That can both raise, and take down, out upon thee. - - _Brun._ For this one service [I am] ever thine, - Prepare it; I'll give it him my self, for you _Protaldye_, - By this kiss, and our promis'd sport at night, - Doe conjure you to bear up, not minding - The opposition of _Theodoret_, - Or any of his followers; What so ere - You are, yet appear valiant, and make good - The opinion that is had of you: For my self - In the new Queens remove, being made secure, - Fear not, I'll make the future building sure. [_Exeunt._ - - [_Wind horns._ - - _Enter Theodoret, Thierry._ - - _Theod._ This Stag stood well, and cunningly. - - _Thierry._ My horse, - I'm sure, has found it, for her sides are - Blooded from flank to shoulder, where's the troop? - - _Enter Martell._ - - _Theodoret._ Past homeward, weary and tir'd as we are, - Now _Martell_, have you remembred what we thought of? - - _Mart._ Yes Sir, I have snigled him, and if there be - Any desert in his blood, beside the itch, - Or manly heat, but what decoctions - Leaches, and callises have cram'd into him, - Your Lordship shall know perfect. - - _Thier._ What's that, may not I know too? - - _Theod._ Yes Sir, - To that end we cast the project. - - _Thierry._ What [ist]? - - _Mart._ A desire Sir, - Upon the gilded flag your Graces favor - Has stuck up for a Generall, and to inform you, - For this hour he shall pass the test, what valour, - Staid judgement, soul, or safe discretion - Your mothers wandring eyes, and your obedience - Have flung upon us, to assure your knowledge, - He can be, dare be, shall be, must be nothing, - Load him with piles of honors; Set him off - With all the cunning foyls that may deceive us: - But a poor, cold, unspirited, unmanner'd, - Unhonest, unaffected, undone, fool, - And most unheard of coward, a meer lump - Made to loade beds withall, and like a night-mare, - Ride Ladies that forget to say their prayers, - One that dares only be diseas'd, and in debt, - Whose body mewes more plaisters every month, - Than women doe old faces. - - _Thier._ No more, I know him, - I now repent my error, take your time - And try him home, ever thus far reserv'd, - You tie your anger up. - - _Mart._ I lost it else Sir. - - _Thier._ Bring me his sword fair taken without violence, - For that will best declare him. - - _Theod._ That's the thing. - - _Th[ie]r._ And my best horse is thine. - - _Mart._ Your Graces servant. [_Exit._ - - _Theod._ [You'le] hunt no more Sir. - - _Thier._ Not to day, the weather - Is grown too warm, besides the dogs are spent, - We'll take a cooler morning, let's to horse, - And hollow in the troop. [_Exeunt. Wind horns._ - - _Enter 2 Huntsmen._ - - _1._ I marry Twainer, - This woman gives indeed, these are the Angels - That are the keepers saints. - - _2._ I like a woman - That handles the deers dowsets with discretion; - And payes us by proportion. - - _1._ 'Tis no treason - To think this good old Lady has a stump yet - That may require a corrall. - - _2._ And the bells too. - - _Enter Protaldye._ - - Shee has lost a friend of me else, but here's the clark, - No more for feare o'th' bell ropes. - - _Prota._ How now Keepers, - Saw you the King? - - _1._ Yes Sir, he's newly mounted, - And as we take 't ridden home. - - _Pro._ Farew[e]ll then. [_Exit Keepers._ - - _Enter Martell._ - - My honour'd Lord, Fortune has made me happy - To meet with such a man of men to side me. - - _Protald._ How Sir? I know ye not - Nor what your fortune means. - - _Mart._ Few words shall serve, I am betrai'd Sir: - Innocent and honest; malice and violence, - Are both against me, basely and foully layd for; - For my life Sir, danger is now about me, - Now in my throat Sir. - - _Protald._ Where Sir? - - _Mart._ Nay I fear not, - And let it now powr down in storms upon me, - I have met with a noble guard. - - _Prot._ Your meaning Sir, - For I have present business. - - _Mart._ O my Lord, - Your honor cannot leave a gentleman - At least a fair design of this brave nature, - To which your worth is wedded, your profession - Hatcht in, and made one peece in such a perill, - There are but six my Lord. - - _Prot._ What six? - - _Mart._ Six villains sworn, and in pay to kill me. - - _Protaldye._ Six? - - _Mart._ Alas Sir, what can six do, or sixscore, now you are present? - Your name will blow 'em off: say they have shot too, - Who dare present a peece? your valour's proof Sir. - - _Prot._ No, I'll assure you Sir, nor my discretion - Against a multitude; 'Tis true, I dare fight - Enough, and well enough, and long enough: - But wisedome Sir, and weight of what is on me, - In which I am no more mine own, nor yours Sir, - Nor as I take it any single danger, - But what concerns my place, tel[l]s me directly, - Beside my person, my fair reputation, - If I thrust into crowds, and seek occasions - Suffers opinion, six? Why _Hercules_ - Avoyded two men, yet not to give example; - But only for your present dangers sake Sir, - Were there but four Sir, I car'd not if I kill'd them, - They will serve to whet my sword. - - _Mart._ There are but four Sir, - I did mistake them; but four such as _Europe_, - Excepting your great valour. - - _Prot._ Well consider'd, - I will not meddle with 'em, four in honor, - Are equall with fourscore, besides they're people - Only directed by their fury. - - _Mart._ So much nobler shall be your way of justice. - - _Prot._ That I find not. - - _Mart._ You will not leave me thus? - - _Prot._ I would not leave you, but look you Sir, - Men of my place and business, must not - Be question'd thus. - - _Mart._ You cannot pass Sir, - Now they have seen me with you without danger. - They are here Sir, within hearing, take but two. - - _Prot._ Let the law take 'em; take a tree Sir - I'll take my horse, that you may keep with safety, - If they have brought no hand-saws, within this hour - I'll send you rescue, and a toyl to take 'em. - - _Mart._ You shall not goe so poorly, stay but one Sir. - - _Prot._ I have been so hamper'd with these rescues, - So hew'd an[d] tortur'd, that the truth is Sir, - I have mainly vowd against 'em, yet for your sake, - If as you say there be but one, I'll stay, - And see fair play o' both sides. - - _Mart._ There is no - More Sir, and as I doubt a base one too. - - _Prot._ Fie on him, goe lug him out by th' ears. - - _Mart._ Yes, - This is he Sir, the basest in the kingdome. - - _Prot._ Do you know me? - - _Mart._ Yes, for a generall fool, - A knave, a coward, and upstart stallion baw[d], - Beast, barking puppy, that dares not bite. - - _Prot._ The best man best knows patience. - - _Mart._ Yes, - This way Sir, now draw your sword, and right you, - Or render it to me, for one you shall doe. - - _Pro._ If wearing it may do you any honor, - I shall be glad to grace you, there it is Sir. - - _Mart._ Now get you home, and tell your Lady Mistris, - Shee has shot up a sweet mushrum; quit your place too, - And say you are counsel'd well, thou wilt be beaten else - By thine own lanceprisadoes; when they know thee, - That tuns of oyl of roses will not cure thee; - Goe get you to your foyning work at Court, - And learn to sweat again, and eat dry mutton; - An armor like a frost will search your bones - And make you roar you rogue; Not a reply, - For if you doe, your ears goe off. - - _Prot._ Still patience. [_Exeunt._ - - [_Loud musick, A Banquet set out._ - - _Enter Thierry, Ordella, Brunhalt, Theodoret, Lecure,_ - _Bawd[b]er, &c._ - - _Thier._ It is your place, and though in all things else - You may and ever shall command me, yet - In this I'll be obeyed. - - _Ordella._ Sir, the consent, - That made me yours, shall never teach me to - Repent I am so; yet be you but pleas'd - To give me leave to say so much; The honor - You offer me were better given to her, - To whom you owe the power of giving. - - _Thier._ Mother, - You hear this and rejoyce in such a blessing - That payes to you so large a share of duty, - But fie no more, for as you hold a place - Nearer my heart than she, you must sit nearest - To all those graces, that are in the power - Of Majesty to bestow. - - _Brun._ Which I'll provide, - Shall be short liv'd _Lecure_. - - _Lecure._ I have it ready. - - _Brun._ 'Tis well, wait on our cup. - - _Lecure._ You honor me. - - _Thier._ We are dull, - No object to provoke mirth. - - _Theod. Martell_, - If you remember Sir, will grace your Feast, - With some thing that will yield matter of mirth, - Fit for no common view. - - _Thier._ Touching _Protaldye_. - - _Theod._ You have it. - - _Brun._ What of him? I fear his baseness [_aside._ - In spight of all the titles that my favours - Have cloth'd him, which will make discovery - Of what is yet conceal'd. - - _Enter Martell._ - - _Theod._ Look Sir, he has it, - Nay we shall have peace when so great a soldier - As the renoun'd _P[ro]taldye_, will give up - His sword rather then use it. - - _Brun._ 'Twas thy plot, - Which I will turn on thine own head. [_aside._ - - _Thie._ Pray you speak, - How won you him to part from't? - - _Mart._ Won him Sir, - He would have yielded it upon his knees - Before he would have hazarded the exchange - Of a phil[l]ip of the forehead: had you will'd me - I durst have undertook he should have sent you - His Nose, provided that the loss of it - Might have sav'd the rest of his face: he is, Sir - The most unutterable coward that e'er nature - Blest with hard shoulders, which were only given him, - To the ruin of bastinados. - - _Thier._ Possible? - - _Theod._ Observe but how she frets. - - _Mart._ Why believe it: - But that I know the shame of this disgrace, - Will make the beast to live with such, and never - Presume to come more among men; I'll hazard - My life upon it, that a boy of twelve - Should scourge him hither like a Parish Top, - And make him dance before you. - - _Brun._ Slave thou liest, - Thou dar'st as well speak Treason in the hearing - Of those that have the power to punish it, - As the least syllable of this before him, - But 'tis thy hate to me. - - _Martel._ Nay, pray you Madam, - I have no ears to hear you, though a foot - To let you understand what he is. - - _Brun._ Villany. - - _Theod._ You are too violent. - - _Enter_ Protaldye. - - The worst that can come - Is blanketing; for beating, and such virtues - I have been long acquainted with. - - _Mart._ Oh strange! - - _Bawdb._ Behold the man you talk of. - - _Brun._ Give me leave, - Or free thy self, (think in what place you are) - From the foul imputation that is laid - Upon thy valour (be bold, I'll protect you) - Or here I vow (deny it or forswear it) - These honors which thou wear'st unworthily, - Which be but impudent enough, and keep them, - Shall be torn from thee with thy eyes. - - _Prot._ I have it, - My v[a]lour! is there any here beneath, - The stile of King, dares question it? - - _Thier._ This is rare. - - _Prot._ Which of [my] actions, which have still been noble, - Has rend'rd me suspected? - - _Thier._ Nay _Martel[l]_ - You must not fall off. - - _Mart._ Oh Sir, fear it not, - Doe you know this sword? - - _Prot._ Yes. - - _Mart._ Pray you on what terms - Did you part with it? - - _Prot._ Part with it say you? - - _Mart._ So. - - _Thier._ Nay, study not an answer, confess freely. - - _Prot._ Oh I remember't now at the Stags [fall], - As we to day were hunting, a poor fellow, - And now I view you better, I may say - Much of your pitch: this silly wretch I spoke of - With his petition falling at my feet, - (Which much against my Will he kist,) desir'd - That as a special means for his preferment - I would vouchsafe to let him use my sword, - To cut off the Stags head. - - _Brun._ Will you hear that? - - _Bawdb._ This Lye bears a similitude of Truth. - - _Prot._ I ever courteous, (a great weakness in me) - Granted his humble suit. - - _Mart._ Oh impudence! - - _Thier._ This change is excellent. - - _Mart._ A word with you, - Deny it not, I was that man disguis'd, - You know my temper, and as you respect - A daily cudgeling for one whole year, - Without a second pulling by the ears, - Or tweaks by th' nose, or the most precious balm - You us'd of patience, patience do you mark me, - Confess before these Kings with what base fear - Thou didst deliver it. - - _Prot._ Oh, I sh[all] burst, - And if I have not instant liberty - To tear this fellow limb by limb, the wrong - Will break my heart, although _Herculean_, - And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you he[re], - Let me redeem my credit. - - _Thier._ Ha, ha, forbear. - - _Mart._ Pray you let me take it up, and if I do not, - Against all odds of Armor and of Weapons, - With this make him confess it on his knees - Cut off my head. - - _Prot._ No, that's my office. - - _Bawdb._ Fie, you take the Hangmans place. - - _Ordel._ Nay, good my Lord - Let me attone this difference, do not suffer - Our bridal night to be the Centaurs Feast. - [You are] a Knight, and bound by oath to grant - All just suits unto Ladies; for my sake - Forget your suppos'd wrong. - - _Prot._ Well let him thank you, - For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day, - And may be, on submission longer. - - _Theod._ Nay _Martel[l]_ you must be patient. - - _Mart._ I am yours, - And this slave shall be once more mine. - - _Thier._ Sit all; - One health, and so to bed, for I too long - Deferr my choicest delicates. - - _Brun._ Which if poison - Have any power, thou shalt like _Tantalus_ - Behold and never taste, be careful. - - _Lecu._ Fear not. - - _Brun._ Though it be rare in our Sex, yet for once - I will begin a health. - - _Thier._ Let it come freely. - - _Brun. Lecure_, the cup; here to the son we hope - This night shall be an Embrion. - - _Thier._ You have nam'd - A blessing that I most desir'd, I pledge you; - Give me a larger cup, that is too little - Unto so great a god. - - _Brun._ Nay, then you wrong me, - Follow as I began. - - _Thier._ Well as you please. - - _Brun._ Is't done? - - _Lecu._ Unto your wish I warrant you, - For this night I durst trust him with my Mother. - - _Thier._ So 'tis gone round, lights. - - _Brun._ Pray you use my service. - - _Ordel._ 'Tis that which I shall ever owe you, Madam, - And must have none from you, pray [you] pardon me. - - _Thier._ Good rest to all. - - _Theod._ And to [you] pleasant labour. _Mart[ell]_ - Your company, Madam, good night. - - [_Exeunt all but_ Brunhalt, Protal, Lecure, Bawdber. - - _Brun._ Nay, you have cause to blush, but I will hide it, - And what's more, I forgive you; is't not pity - That thou that art the first to enter combate - With any Woman, and what is more, o'ercome her, - In which she is best pleas'd, should be so [fearefull] - To meet a man. - - _Prot._ Why would you have me lose - That bloud that is dedicated to your service - In any other quarrel? - - _Brun._ No, reserve it, - As I will study to preserve thy credit: - You sirrah, be't your care to find out one - That is poor, though valiant, that at any rate - Will, to redeem my servants reputation, - Receive a publique baffling. - - _Bawdb._ Would your Highness - Were pleas'd to inform me better of your purpose. - - _Brun._ Why one, Sir, that would thus be box'd - Or kick'd, do you apprehend me now? - - _Bawdb._ I feel you Madam, - The man that shall receive this from my Lord, - Shall have a thousand crowns. - - _Pro._ He shall. - - _Bawdb._ Besides - His day of bastinadoing past o'er, - He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour? - - _Brun._ That shall make way to it. - - _Bawdb._ It must be a man - Of credit in the Court, that is to be - The foil unto your v[a]lour. - - _Prot._ True, it should. - - _Bawdb._ And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse. - - _Brun._ 'Tis much the better. - - _Bawdb._ If he be a Lord, - 'Twill be the greater grace. - - _Brun._ Thou art in the right. - - _Bawdb._ Why then behold that valiant man and Lord, - That for your sake will take a cudgeling: - For be assur'd, when it is spread abroad - That you have dealt with me, they'll give you out - For one of the Nine Worthies. - - _Brun._ Out you pandar, - Why, to beat thee is only exercise - For such as do affect it, lose not time - In vain replies, but do it: come my solace - Let us to bed, and our desires once quench'd - We'll there determine of _Theodorets_ death - For he's the Engine us'd to ruin us; - Yet one wor[d] more, _Lecure_, art thou assur'd - The potion will work? - - _Lecure._ My life upon it. - - _Brun._ Come my _Protaldye_, then glut me with - Those best delights of man, that are deny'd - To her that does expect them, being a Bride. - - - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Thierry, _and_ Ordella, _as from bed_. - - _Thier._ Sure I have drunk the bloud of Elephants: - The tears of Mandrake, and the Marble dew, - Mixt in my draught, have quencht my natural heat, - And left no spark of fire, but in mine eyes, - With which I may behold my miseries: - Ye wretched flames which play upon my sight, - Turn inward, make me all one piece, though earth. - My tears shall over-whelm you else too. - - _Or._ What moves my Lord to this strange sadness? - If any late discerned want in me, - Give cause to your repentance, care and duty - Shall find a painful way to recompence. - - _Thier._ Are you yet frozen veins, feel you a breath, - Whose temperate heat would make the North Star reel, - Her Icy pillars thaw'd, and do you not melt? - Draw nearer, yet nearer, - That from thy barren kiss thou maist confess - I have not heat enough to make a blush. - - _Ordel._ Speak nearer to my understanding, like a Husband. - - _Thier._ How should he speak the language of a Husband, - Who wants the tongue and organs of his voice? - - _Ordel._ It is a phrase will part with the same ease - From you, with that you now deliver. - - _Thier._ Bind not his ears up with so dull a charm - Who hath no other sense left open, why should thy words - Find more restraint than thy free speaking actions, - Thy close embraces, and thy midnight sighs - The silent Orators to slow desire? - - _Ordel._ Strive not to win content from ignorance - Which must be lost in knowledge: heaven can witness - My farthest hope of good, reacht at your pleasure, - Which seeing alone, may in your look be read: - Add not a doubtful comment to a text - That in it self is direct and easie. - - _Thier._ Oh thou hast drunk the juyce of hemlock too, - Or did upbraided nature make this pair - To shew she had not quite forgot her first - Justly prais'd Workmanship, the first chast couple - Before the want of joy, taught guilty sight - A way through shame and sorrow to delight: - Say, may we mix, as in their innocence - When Turtles kist, to confirm happiness, - Not to beget it. - - _Ordel._ I know no bar. - - _Thier._ Should I believe thee, yet thy pulse beats, woman, - And says the name of Wife did promise thee - The blest reward of duty to thy mother, - Who gave so often witness of her joy, - When she did boast thy likeness to her Husband. - - _Ordel._ 'Tis true, that to bring forth a second to your self, - Was only worthy of my Virgin loss; - And should I prize you less, unpattern'd Sir? - Then being exemplify'd, is't not more honor - To be possessor of unequall'd virtue, - Than what is paralell'd? give me belief, - The name of mother knows no way of good, - More than the end in me: who weds for Lust - Is oft a widow: when I married you, - I lost the name of Maid to gain a Title - Above the wish of change, which that part can - Only maintain, is still the same in man, - His virtue and his calm society, - Which no gray hairs can threaten to dissolve - Nor wrinkles bury. - - _Thier._ Confine thy self to silence, lest thou take - That part of reason from me, is only left - To give perswasion to me, I'm a man: - Or say thou hast never seen the Rivers haste - With gladsome speed, to meet th' amorous sea. - - _Ordel._ We are but to praise the coolness of their streams. - - _Thier._ Nor view'd the Kids, taught by their lustful [s]ires, - Pursue each other through the wanton lawns, - And lik'd the sport. - - _Ordel._ As it made way unto their envied rest - With weary knots, binding their harmless eyes. - - _Thier._ Nor do you know the reason why the Dove, - One of the pair, your hands wont hourly feed, - So often clipt and kist her happy mate. - - _Ordel._ Unless it were to welcome his wish'd sight, - Whose absence only gave her mourning voice. - - _Thier._ And you could, Dove-like to a single object, - Bind your loose spirits to one, nay, such a one - Whom only eyes and ears must flatter good, - Your surer sence made useless, my self, nay - As in my all of good, already known. - - _Ordel._ Let proof plead for me; let me be mew'd up - Where never eye may reach me, but your own; - And when I shall repent, but in my looks, if sigh. - - _Thier._ Or shed a tear that's warm. - - _Ordel._ But in your sadness. - - _Thier._ Or when you hear the birds call for their mates, - Ask if it be _St. Valentine_, their coupling day. - - _Ordel._ If any thing may make a thought suspected - Of knowing any happiness but you, - Divorce me, by the Title of Most Falshood. - - _Thier._ Oh, who would know a wife, that might have such a friend? - Posterity henceforth, lose the name of blessing - And leave the earth inhabited to people heaven. - - _Enter_ Theodoret, Brunhalt, Martel, Protaldye. - - _Mart._ All happiness to _Thierry_ and _Ordella_. - - _Thier._ 'Tis a desire but borrowed from me, my happiness - Shall be the period of all good mens wishes, - Which friends, nay dying Fathers shall bequeath, - And in my one give all: is there a duty - Belongs to any power of mine, or love - To any virtue I have right to? here, place it here, - _Ordella's_ name shall only bear command, - Rule, Title, Sovereignty. - - _Brun._ What passion sways my Son? - - _Thier._ Oh Mother, she has doubled every good - The travel of your bloud made possible - To my glad being. - - _Prot._ He should have done - Little to her, he is so light hearted. - - _Thier._ Brother, friends, if honor unto shame - If wealth to want inlarge the present sense, - My joyes are unbounded, instead of question - Let it be envy, not bring a present - To the high offering of our mirth, Banquets, and Masques; - Keep waking our delights, mocking nights malice, - Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us, - Our Court be but one st[a]ge of Revels, and each [e]ye - The Scene where our content moves. - - _Theod._ There shall want - Nothing to express our shares in your delight, Sir. - - _Mart._ Till now I ne'er repented the estate - Of Widower. - - _Thier._ Musick, why art thou so slow voic'd? it staies thy presence - My _Ordella_, this chamber is a sphere - Too narrow for thy all-moving virtue. - Make way, free way I say; - Who must alone, her Sexes want supply, - Had need to have a room both large and high. - - _Mart._ This passion's above utterance. - - _Theod._ Nay, credulity. [_Exit all but_ Thierry, Brunhalt. - - _Brun._ Why Son what mean you, are you a man? - - _Thier._ No Mother I am no man, were I a man, - How could I be thus happy? - - _Brun._ How can a wife be author of this joy then? - - _Thier._ That being no man, I am married to no woman; - The best of men in full ability, - Can only hope to satisfie a wife, - And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want - And such defective poverty, that to her bed - From my first Cradle brought no strength but thought, - Have met a temperance beyond hers that rockt me, - Necessity being her bar; where this - Is so much sensless of my depriv'd fire; - She knows it not a loss by her desire. - - _Brun._ It is beyond my admiration. - - _Thier._ Beyond your sexes faith, - The unripe Virgins of our age, to hear't - Will dream themselves to women, and convert - Th' example to a miracle. - - _Brun._ Alas, 'tis your defect moves my amazement, - But what [i]ll can be separate from ambition? - Cruel _Theodoret_. - - _Thier._ What, of my brother? - - _Brun._ That to his name your barrenness adds rule; - Who loving the effect, would not be strange - In favouring the cause; look on the profit, - And gain will quickly point the mischief out. - - _Thier._ The name of Father, to what I possess - Is shame and care. - - _Brun._ Were we begot to single happiness - I grant you; but from such a wife, such virtue - To get an heir, what hermet would not find - Deserving argument to break his vow - Even in his age of chastity? - - _Thier._ You teach a deaf man language. - - _Brun._ The cause found out, the malady may cease, - Have you heard of one _Forts_? - - _Thier._ A learned Astronomer, great Magician, - Who lives hard by retir'd. - - _Brun._ Repair to him, with the just hour and place - Of your nativity; fools are amaz'd at fate, - Griefs but conceal'd are never desperate. - - _Thier._ You have timely waken'd me, nor shall I sleep - Without the satisfaction of his Art. [_Exit_ Thierry. - - _Enter_ Lecure. - - _Brun._ Wisdom prepares you to't, _Lecure_, met happily. - - _Lecure._ The ground answers your purpose, the conve[iance] - Being secure and easie, falling just - Behind the state set for _Theodoret_. - - _Brun._ 'Tis well, your trust invites you to a second charge, - You know _Leforte's_ Cell. - - _Lecure._ Who constellated your fair birth. - - _Brun._ Enough, I see thou know'st him, where's _Bawdber_? - - _Lec._ I left him careful of the project cast, - To raise _Protaldie's_ credit. - - _Brun._ A sore that must be plaister'd, in whose wound - Others shall find their graves, think themselves sound, - Your ear, and quickest apprehension. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Bawdber _and a servant_. - - _Bawdb._ This man of war will advance. - - _Lecu._ His hour's upon the stroke. - - _Bawdb._ Wind him back, as you favour my ears, - I [lo]ve no noise in my head, my brains have hitherto - Been imploy'd in silent businesses. - - _Enter_ Devitry. - - _Lecu._ The Gentleman is within your reach Sir. [_Exit._ - - _Bawdb._ Give ground, whilst I drill my wits to the encounter, - _Devitry_, I take it. - - _Devi._ All's that left of him. - - _Bawdb._ Is there another parcel of you, if it be at pawn - I will gladly redeem it, to make you wholly mine. - - _Vitry._ You seek too hard a pennyworth. - - _Bawdb._ You too ill to keep such distance; your parts have been - long known - To me, howsoever you please to forget acquaintance. - - _Vit._ I must confess I have been subject to lewd company. - - _Bawdb._ Thanks for your good remembrance, - You have been a soldier _Devitry_ and born[e] Arms. - - _Vit._ A couple of unprofitable ones, that have only serv'd - to get me a stomach to my dinner. - - _Bawdb._ Much good may it do you, Sir. - - _Vitry._ You sh[ould] have heard me say I had din'd first, I - have built on an unwholsome ground, rais'd up a house, before - I knew a Tenant, matcht to meet weariness, sought to find - want and hunger. - - _Bawdb._ It is time you put up your sword, and run away - for meat, Sir, nay, if I had not withdrawn e'r now, I might - have kept thee; fast with you: but since the way to thrive - is never late, what is the nearest course to profit think you? - - _Vitry._ It may be your worship will say bawdry. - - _Bawdb._ True sense, bawdry. - - _Vitry._ Why, is the[re] five kinds of them, I never knew - but one. - - _Bawdb._ I'll shew you a new way of prostitution, fall back, - further yet, further, there is fifty crowns, do but as much - to _Protaldye_ the Queens favorite, they are doubled. - - _Vitry._ But thus much. - - _Bawdb._ Give him but an affront as he comes to the presence, - and in his drawing make way, like a true bawd to his - valour, the s[um]'s thy own; if you take a scratch in the arm - or so, every drop of bloud weighs down a ducket. - - _Vitry._ After that rate, I and my friends would begger the - kingdom. Sir, you have made me blush to see my want, - whose cure is such a cheap and easie purchase, this is Male-bawdry - belike. - - _Enter_ Protaldy, _a Lady, and Revellers_. - - _Bawdb._ See, you shall not be long earning your wages, your work's - before your eyes. - - _Vitry._ Leave it to my handling, I'll fall upon't instantly. - - _Bawdb._ What opinion will the managing of this affair - - Bring to my wisdom? my invention tickles - With apprehension on't: - - _Pro._ These are the joyes of marriage, Lady, - Whose sights are able to dissolve Virginity. - Speak freely, do you not envy the Brides felicity? - - _Lady._ How should I, being partner of't? - - _Pro._ What you enjoy is but the Banquets view, - The taste stands from your pallat; if he impart - By day so much of his content, think what night gave? - - _Vitry._ Will you have a relish of wit, Lady? - - _Bawdb._ This is the man. - - _Lady._ If it be not dear, Sir. - - _Vitry._ If you affect cheapness, how can you prize this sullied - ware so much? mine is fresh, my own, not retail'd. - - _Pro._ You are saucy, sirrah. - - _Vitry._ The fitter to be in the dish with such dry Stock-fish as - you are, how, strike? - - _Bawdb._ Remember the condition as you look for payment. - - _Vitry._ That box was left out of the bargain. - - _Pro._ Help, help, help. - - _Bawdb._ Plague of the Scriveners running hand, - What a blow is this to my reputation! - - _Enter_ Thierry, Theodoret, Brunhalt, Ordella, - Memberge, Martell. - - _Thier._ What villain dares this outrage? - - _Devitry._ Hear me, Sir, this creature hir'd me with fifty crowns - in hand, to let _Protaldye_ have the better of me at single Rapier - on a made quarrel; he mistaking the weapon, laies me over the chops - with his club fist, for which I was bold to teach him the Art of - memory. - - _Omnes._ Ha, ha, ha, ha. - - _Theo._ Your General, Mother, will display himself. - 'Spight of our Peace I see. - - _Thier._ Forbear these civil jars, fie _Protaldy_, - So open in your projects, avoid our presence, sirrah. - - _Devi._ Willingly; if you have any more wages to earn, - You see I can take pains. - - _Theo._ There's somewhat for thy labour, - More than was promis'd, ha, ha, ha. - - _Bawdb._ Where could I wish my self now? in the _Isle of Dogs_. - So I might scape scratching, for I see by her Cats eyes - I shall be claw'd fearfully. - - _Thier._ We'll hear no more on't, [_Soft Musick._ - Musick drown all sadness; - Command the Revellers in, at what a rate I do purchase - My Mothers absence, to give my spleen full liberty. - - _Brun._ Speak not a thoughts delay, it names thy ruin. - - _Pro._ I had thought my life had born[e] more value with you. - - _Brun._ Thy loss carries mine with't, let that secure thee. - The vault is ready, and the door conveys to't - Falls just behind his chair, the blow once given, - Thou art unseen. - - _Pro._ I cannot feel more than I fear, I'm sure. [_Withdraws._ - - _Brun._ Be gone, and let them laugh their own destruction. - - _Thier._ You will add unto her rage. - - _Theod._ 'Foot, I shall burst, unless I vent my self, ha, ha, ha. - - _Brun._ Me Sir, you never could - Have found a time to invite more willingness - In my dispose to pleasure. - - _Memb._ Would you would please to make some other choise. - - _Revel._ 'Tis a disgrace would dwell upon me, Lady, - Should you refuse. - - _Memb._ Your reason conquers; my Grandmothers looks - Have turn'd all air to earth in me, they sit - Upon my heart like night-charms, black and heavy. - - [_They Dance._ - - _Thier._ You are too much libertine. - - _Theod._ The fortune of the fool perswades my laughter - More than his cowardize; was ever Rat - Ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha. - - _Thier._ Forbear I say. - - _Prot._ No eye looks this way, I will wink and strike, - Lest I betray my self. [_Behind the State stabs_ Theodoret. - - _Theo._ Ha, did you not see one near me? - - _Thier._ How near you, why do you look so pale, brother? - Treason, treason. - - _Memb._ Oh my presage! Father. - - _Ordella._ Brother. - - _Mart._ Prince, Noble Prince. - - _Thier._ Make the gates sure, search into every angle - And corner of the Court, oh my shame! Mother, - Your Son is slain, _Theodoret_, noble _Theodoret_, - Here in my arms, too weak a Sanctuary - 'Gainst treachery and murder, say, is the Traitor taken? - - _1 Guard._ No man hath past the chamber on my life Sir. - - _Thier._ Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen - May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't, - Shall add unto the flame. - - _Brun._ What mean you? give me your private hearing. - - _Thier._ Perswasion is a partner in the crime, - I will renounce my claim unto a mother, - If you make offer on't. - - _Brun._ E'er a Torch can take flame, I will produce - The author of the fact. - - _Thier._ Withdraw but for your Lights. - - _Memb._ Oh my too true suspition. - - [_Exeunt_ Martel, Memberg. - - _Thier._ Speak, where's the Engine to this horrid act? - - _Brun._ Here you do behold her; upon whom make good - Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement, - Not yet repented. - - _Thier._ Wh[i]ther did nature start, when you conceiv'd? - A birth so unlike woman? say, what part - Did not consent to make a son of him, - Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine. - - _Brun._ Ha, ha, a son of mine! doe not dissever - Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet urn, - To which [thy] breath would send so foul an issue. - My Son, thy Brother? - - _Thier._ Was not _Theodoret_ my brother, or is thy tongue - Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do - Only things monstrous? - - _Brun._ Hear me and thou shalt make thine own belief, - Thy, still with sorrow mention'd, father liv'd - Three careful years, in hope of wished heirs, - When I conceiv'd, being from his jealous fear - Injoyn'd to quiet home, one fatal day: - Transported with my pleasure to the chase, - I forc'd command, and in pursuit of game - Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes. - Despair which only in his love saw life - Worthy of being, from a Gard'ners Arms - Snatcht this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine, - When the next year repaid my loss with thee: - But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery, - Which that I might diminish, though not end, - My sighs, and wet eies from thy Fathers Will, - Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions - Of _France_ unto thee, and only left - _Austracia_ unto that changling, whose life affords - Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words, - And call him stranger. - - _Thier._ Come, doe not weep, I must, nay do believe you. - And in my fathers satisfaction count it - Merit, not wrong, or loss: - - _Brun._ You doe but flatter, there's anger yet flames - In your eyes. - - _Thier._ See, I will quench it, and confess that you - Have suffer'd double travel for me. - - _Brun._ You will not fire the house then? - - _Thier._ Rather reward the author who gave cause - Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty - Shall be assurance on't. - - _Brun. Protaldye_, rise good faithful servant, heaven knows - How hardly he was drawn to this attempt. - - _Enter_ Protaldye. - - _Thier. Protaldye?_ he had a Gard'ners fa[t]e I'll swear: - [F]ell by thy hand, Sir, we doe owe unto you for this service. - - _Brun._ Why lookest thou so dejected? - - _Enter_ Martel. - - _Prot._ I want a little shift, Lady, nothing else. - - _Mart._ The fires are ready, please it your grace withdraw, - Whilst we perform your pleasure. - - _Thier._ Reserve them for the body; since he had the fate - To live and die a Prince, he shall not lose - The Title in his Funeral. [_Exit._ - - _Mart._ His fate to live a Prince, - Thou old impiety, made up by lust and mischief, - Take up the body. [_Exeunt with the body of_ Theod. - - _Enter_ Lecure _and a Servant_. - - _Lecu._ Dost think _Leforte's_ sure enough? - - _Serv._ As bonds can make him, I have turn'd his eyes to the East; - and left him gaping after the Morning star, his head is a meer - Astrolobe, his eyes stand for the Poles, the gag in his mouth - being the Coachman, his five teeth have the nearest resemblance to - _Charles Wain._ - - _Lecure._ Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee, direct my - hair a little: and in my likeness to him, read a fortune suiting - thy largest hopes. - - _Ser._ You are so far 'bove likeness, you are the same, - If you love mirth, perswade him from himself. - 'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way, - And lying, will bear the better place for't. - - _Lecure._ I have profitabler use in hand, haste to the Queen - And tell her how you left me chang'd. [_Exit Servant._ - Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen? - She that loves mischief 'bove the man that does it, - And him above her pleasure, yet knows no heaven else. - - _Enter_ Thierry. - - _Thier._ How well this loan[es] suits the Art I seek, - Discovering secret, and succeeding Fate, - Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on, - With a remiss and careless hand, - Fair peace unto your meditations, father. - - _Lecure._ The same to you, you bring, Sir. - - _Thier._ Drawn by your much fam'd skill, I come to know - Whether the man who owes [t]his character, - Shall e'er have issue. - - _Lecure._ A resolution falling with most ease, - Of any doubt you could have nam'd, he is a Prince - Whose fortune you enquire. - - _Thie._ He is nobly born. - - _Lecure._ He had a Dukedom lately fall'n unto him, - By one, call'd Brother, who has left a Daughter. - - _Thier._ The question is, of Heirs, not Lands. - - _Lecure._ Heirs, yes, he shall have Heirs. - - _Thier._ Begotten of his body, why look'st thou pale? - Thou canst not suffer in his want. - - _Lecure._ Nor thou, I neither can nor will - Give farther knowledge to thee. - - _Thier._ Thou must, I am the man my self, - Thy Sovereign, who must owe unto thy wisdom - In the concealing of my barren shame. - - _Lecure._ Your Grace doth wrong your Stars; if this be yours, - You may have children. - - _Thier._ Speak it again. - - _Lecure._ You may have fruitful issue. - - _Thier._ By whom? when? how? - - _Lecure._ It was the fatal means first struck my bloud - With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it - Printed upon your birth. - - _Thier._ Can there be any way unsmooth, has end - So fair and good? - - _Lecure._ We that behold the sad aspects of Heaven, - Leading sence blinded, men feel grief enough - To know, though not to speak their miseries. - - _Thier._ Sorrow must lose a name, where mine finds life; - If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed, - Which must know no cure else. - - _Lecure._ Then thus, - The first of Females which your eye shall meet - Before the Sun next rise, coming from out - The Temple of _Diana_ being slain, you live - Father of many sons. - - _Thier._ Call'st thou this sadness, can I beget a Son? - Deserving less than to give recompence - Unto so poor a loss? what e'er thou art, - Rest peaceable blest creature, born to be - Mother of Princes, whose grave shall be more fruitful - Than others marriage beds: methinks his Art - Should give her form and happy figure to me, - I long to see my happiness, he is gone, - As I remember, he nam'd my brothers Daughter, - Were it my Mother, 'twere a gainful death - Could give _Ordella_'s virtue living breath. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Thierry _and_ Martel. - - _Mart._ Your Grace is early stirring. - - _Thier._ How can he sleep, - Whose happiness is laid up in an hour - He knows comes stealing towar[d] him, Oh _Martel_! - Is't possible the longing Bride, whose wishes - Out-runs her fears, can on that day she is married - Consume in slumbers, or his Arms rust in ease, - That hears the charge, and sees the honor'd purchase - Ready to [gild] his valour? Mine is more - A power above these passions; this day _France_, - _France_ that in want of issue withers with us; - And like an aged River, runs his head - Into forgotten ways, again I ransome, - And his fair course turn right: this day _Thierry_, - The Son of _France_, whose manly powers like prisoners - Have been tied up, and fetter'd, by one death - Give life to thousand ages; this day beauty - The envy of the world, Pleasure the glory, - Content above the world, desire beyond it - Are made mine own, and useful. - - _Mart._ Happy Woman - That dies to do these things. - - _Thier._ But ten times happier - That lives to do the greater; oh _Martel_, - The gods have heard me now, and those that scorn'd me, - Mothers of many children, and blest fathers - That see their issues like the Stars un-number'd, - Their comfort more than them, shall in my praises - Now teach their Infants songs; and tell their ages - From such a Son of mine, or such a Queen, - That chaste _Ordella_ brings me blessed marriage - The chain that links two Holy Loves together - And in the marriage, more than blest _Ordella_, - That comes so near the Sacrament it self, - The Priests doubt whether purer. - - _Mart._ Sir, y'are lost. - - _Thier._ I prethee let me be so. - - _Mart._ The day wears, - And those that have been offering early prayers, - Are now retiring homeward. - - _Thier._ Stand and mark then. - - _Mart._ Is it the first must suffer. - - _Thier._ The first Woman. - - _Mart._ What hand shall do it, Sir? - - _Thier._ This hand _Martell_, - For who less dare presume to give the gods - An incense of this offering? - - _Mart._ Would I were she, - For such a way to die, and such a blessing - Can never crown my parting. - - _Enter two men passing over._ - - _Thier._ What are those? - - _Mart._ Men, men, Sir, men. - - _Thier._ The plagues of men light on 'em, - They cross my hopes like Hares, who's that? - - _Enter a Priest._ - - _Mart._ A Priest, Sir. - - _Thier._ Would he were gelt. - - _Mart._ May not these rascals serve, Sir, - Well hang'd and quarter'd? - - _Thier._ No. - - _Mart._ Here comes a woman. - - _Enter_ Ordella _veil'd_. - - _Thier._ Stand and behold her then. - - _Mart._ I think a fair one. - - _Thier._ Move not whilst I prepare her: may her peace - Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with, - And offering at their Altars, gives his soul - Far purer than those fires; pull heaven upon her, - You holy powers, no humane spot dwell in her, - No love of any thing, but you and goodness, - Tie her to earth, fear be a stranger to her, - And all weak blouds affections, but thy hope - Let her bequeath to Women: hear me heaven, - Give her a spirit masculine, and noble, - Fit for your selves to ask, and me to offer. - Oh let her meet my blow, doat on her death; - And as a wanton Vine bows to the pruner, - That by his cutting off, more may increase, - So let her fall to raise me fruit; hail woman. - The happiest, and the best (if the dull Will - Do not abuse thy fortune) _France_ e'er found yet. - - _Ordel._ Sh' is more than dull, Sir, less, and worse than Woman, - That may inherit such an infinite - As you propound, a greatness so near goodness; - And brings a Will to rob her. - - _Thier._ Tell me this then, - Was there e'er woman yet, or may be found, - That for fair Fame, unspotted memory, - For virtues sake, and only for it self sake - Has, or dare make a story? - - _Ordel._ Many dead Sir, - Living I thin[ke] as many. - - _Thier._ Say, the kingdom - May from a womans Will receive a blessing, - The King and kingdom, not a private safety. - A general blessing, Lady. - - _Ordel._ A general curse - Light on her heart, denies it. - - _Thier._ Full of honor; - And such examples as the former ages - Were but dim shadows of, and empty figures. - - _Ordel._ You strangely stir me, Sir, and were my weakness - In any other flesh but modest womans, - You should not ask more questions, may I do it? - - _Thier._ You may, and which is more, you must. - - _Ordel._ I joy in't, - Above a moderate gladness, Sir, you promise - It shall be honest. - - _Thier._ As ever time discover'd. - - _Ordel._ Let it be what it may then, what it dare, - I have a mind will hazard it. - - _Thier._ But hark ye, - What may that woman merit, makes this blessing! - - _Ordel._ Only her duty, Sir. - - _Thier._ 'Tis terrible. - - _Ordel._ 'Tis so much the more noble. - - _Thier._ 'Tis full of fearful shadows. - - _Ordel._ So is sleep, Sir. - Or any thing that's meerly ours, and mortal, - We were begotten gods else; but those fears - Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts, - Flie, like the shapes of clouds we form, to nothing. - - _Thier._ Suppose it death. - - _Ordel._ I do. - - _Thier._ And endless parting - With all we can call ours, with all our sweetness, - With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay reason: - For in the silent grave, no conversation, - No joyful tread of friends, no voice of Lovers, - No careful Fathers counsel, nothing's h[e]ard, - Nor nothing is, but all oblivion, - Dust and an endless darkness, and dare you woman - Desire this place? - - _Ord[e]l._ 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest, - Children begin it to us, strong men seek it, - And Kings from heighth of all their painted glories - Fall like spent exhalations, to this centre: - And those are fools that fear it, or imagine - A few unhandsome pleasures, or lifes profits - Can recompence this place; and mad that staies it, - Till age blow out their lights, or rotten humors, - Bring them dispers'd to th' earth. - - _Thier._ Then you can suffer? - - _Ordel._ As willingly as say it. - - _Thier. Martell_, a wonder, - Here's a woman that dares die, yet tell me, - Are you a Wife? - - _Ordel._ I am Sir. - - _Thier._ And have children? - She sighs and weeps. - - _Ordel._ Oh none Sir. - - _Thier._ Dare you venture - For a poor barren praise you ne'er shall hear, - To part with these sweet hopes? - - _Ordel._ With all but Heaven, - And yet die full of children; he that reads me - When I am ashes, is my Son in wishes, - And those chaste dames that keep my memory, - Singing my yearly requiems, are my Daughters. - - _Thier._ Then there is nothing wanting but my knowledg[e]. - And what I must doe, Lady? - - _Ordel._ You are the King, Sir, - And what you do I'll suffer, and that blessing - That you desire, the gods showr on the Kingdom. - - _Thier._ Thus much before I strike then, for I must kill you, - The gods have will'd it so, they're made the blessing - Must make _France_ young again, and me a man, - Keep up your strength still nobly. - - _Ordel._ Fear me not. - - _Thier._ And meet death like a measure. - - _Ordel._ I am stedfast. - - _Thier._ Thou shalt be sainted woman, and thy Tomb - Cut out in Chrystal, pure and good as thou art; - And on it shall be graven every age, - Succeeding Peers of _France_ that rise by thy fall, - Tell thou liest there like old and fruitful nature. - Darest thou behold thy happiness? - - _Ordel._ I dare Sir. - - _Thier._ Ha? [_Pul[l]s off her veil, lets fall his sword._ - - _Mar._ Oh Sir, you must not doe it. - - _Thier._ No, I dare not. - There is an Angel keeps that Paradice, - A fiery Angel friend; oh virtue, virtue, - Ever and endless virtue. - - _Ordel._ Strike, Sir, strike; - And if in my poor death fair _France_ may merit, - Give me a thousand blows, be killing me - A thousand days. - - _Thier._ First let the earth be barren, - And man no more remembred, rise _Ordella_, - The nearest to thy maker, and the purest - That ever dull flesh shewed us,--oh my heart-strings. [_Exit._ - - _Mart._ I see you full of wonder, therefore noblest, - And truest amongst Women, I will tell you - The end of this strange accident. - - _Ordel._ Amazement - Has so much wove upon my heart, that truly - I feel my self unfit to hear, oh Sir, - My Lord has slighted me. - - _Mart._ Oh no sweet Lady. - - _Ordel._ Robb'd me of such a glory by his pity, - And most unprovident respect. - - _Mart._ Dear Lady, - It was not meant to you. - - _Ordel._ Else where the day is, - And hours distinguish time, time runs to ages, - And ages end the world, I had been spoken. - - [_Mart._] I'll tell you what it was, if but your patience - Will give me hearing. - - _Ordel._ If I have transgrest, - Forgive me, Sir. - - _Mart._ Your noble Lord was counsel'd, - Grieving the barrenness between you both, - And all the Kingdom with him, to seek out - A man that knew the secrets of the gods, - He went, found such [a] one, and had this answer, - That if he wou'd have issue, on this morning, - For this hour was prefixt him, he should kill - The first he met, being Female, from the Temple; - And then he should have children, the mistake - Is now too perfect, Lady. - - _Ordel._ Still 'tis I, Sir, - For may this work be done by common women? - Durst any but my self that knew the blessing, - And felt the benefit, assume this [dying] - In any other, 't'ad been lost, and nothing, - A curse and not a blessing; I was figur'd; - And shall a little fondness barr my purchase? - - _Mart._ Where should he then seek children? - - _Ordel._ Where they are - In wombs ordain'd for issues, in those beauties - That bless a marriage-bed, and makes it proceed - With kisses that conceive, and fruitful pleasures; - Mine like a grave, buries those loyal hopes, - And to a grave it covets. - - _Mart._ You are too good, - Too excellent, too honest; rob not us - And those that shall hereafter seek example, - Of such inestimable worthies in woman. - Your Lord of such obedience, all of honor - In coveting a cruelty is not yours, - A Will short of your Wisdom; make not error - A Tomb-stone of your virtues, whose fair life - Deserves a constellation: your Lord dare not; - He cannot, ought not, must not run this hazard, - He makes a separation, nature shakes at, - The gods deny, and everlasting justice - Shrinks back, and sheaths her sword at. - - _Ordel._ All's but talk, Sir, - I find to what I am reserv'd, and needful, - And though my Lord's compassion makes me poor, - And leaves me in my best use, yet a strength - Above mine own, or his dull fondness finds me; - The gods have given it to me. [_Draws a knife._ - - _Mart._ Self-destruction! - Now all good Angels bless thee, oh sweet Lady, - You are abus'd, this is a way to shame you, - And with you all that knows you, all that loves you, - To ruin all you build, would you be famous? - Is that your end? - - _Ordel._ I would be what I should be. - - _Mart._ Live and confirm the gods then, live and be loaden - With more than Olive[s]bear, or fruitful Autumn; - This way you kill your merit, kill your cause, - And him you would raise life to, where, or how - Got you these bloudy thoughts? what Devil durst - Look on that Angel face, and tempt? doe you know - What is't to die thus, how you strike the Stars, - And all good things above, do you feel - What follows a self-bloud, whether you venture, - And to what punishment? excellent Lady, - Be not thus cozen'd, do not fool your self, - The Priest was never his own sacrifice, - But he that thought his hell here. - - _Ordel._ I am counsell'd. - - _Mart._ And I am glad on't, lie, I know you dare not. - - _Ordel._ I never have done yet. - - _Mart._ Pray take my comfort, - Was this a soul to lose? two more such women - Would save their sex; see, she repents and prayes, - Oh hear her, hear her, if there be a faith - Able to reach your mercies, she hath sent it. - - _Ordel._ Now good _Martel_ confirm me. - - _Mart._ I will Lady, - And every hour advise you, for I doubt - Whether this plot be heavens, or hells; your mother - And I will find it, if it be in mankind - To search the center of it: in the mean time - I'll give you out for dead, and by your self, - And shew the instrument, so shall I find - A joy that will betray her. - - _Ordel._ Do what's fittest; - And I will follow you. - - _Mart._ Then ever live - Both able to engross all love, and give. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Brunhalt, Protaldye. - - _Brun._ I'm in labour - To be deliver'd of that burthenous project - I have so long gone with; ha, here's the Midwife, - Or life, or death. - - _Enter_ Lecure. - - _Lecu._ If in the supposition - Of her death in whose life you die, you ask me, - I think you are safe. - - _Brun._ Is she dead? - - _Lecu._ I have us'd - All means to make her so, I saw him waiting - At the Temple door, and us'd such Art within, - That only she of all her Sex was first - Giv'n up unto his fury. - - _Brun._ Which if love - Or fear made him forbear to execute - The vengeance he determin'd, his fond pity - Shall draw it on himself, for were there left - Not any man but he, to serve my pleasures, - Or from me to receive commands, which are - The joyes for which I love life, he should be - Remov'd, and I alone left to be Queen - O'er any part of goodness that's left in me. - - _Lecu._ If you are so resolv'd, I have provided - A means to s[h]ip him hence: look upon this, - But touch it sparingly, for this once us'd, - Say but to dry a tear, will keep the eye-lid - From closing, until death perform that office. - - _Brun._ Give't me, I may have use [of 't], and on you - I'll make the first experiment: if one sigh - Or heavy look beget the least suspition, - Childish compassion can thaw the Ice - Of your so long congeal'd and flinty hardness. - Slight, go on constant, or I shall. - - _Prot._ Best Lady, - We have no faculties which are not yours. - - _Lecu._ Nor will be any thing without you. - - _B[r]un._ Be so, and we will stand or fall together, for - Since we have gone so far, that death must stay - The journey, which we wish should never end; - And innocent, or guilty, we must die, - When we do so, let's know the reason why. - - _Enter_ Thierry _and_ Courtiers. - - _Lecu._ The King. - - _Thier._ We'll be alone. - - _Prot._ I would I had - A Convoy too, to bring me safe off. - For rage although it be allai'd with sorrow, - Appears so dreadful in him, that I shake - To look upon't. - - _Brun._ Coward I will meet it, - And know from whence 't has birth: Son, kingly _Thierry_. - - _Thier._ Is cheating grown so common among men? - And thrives so well here, that the gods endeavour - To practise it above? - - _Brun._ Your Mother. - - _Thier._ Ha! or are they only careful to revenge, - Not to reward? or when, for your offences - We study satisfaction, must the cure - Be worse than the disease? - - _Brun._ Will you not hear me? - - _Thier._ To lose th' ability to perform those duties - For which I entertain'd the name of Husband, - Ask'd more than common sorrow; but t'impose - For the redress of that defect, a torture - In marking her to death, for whom alone - I felt that weakness as a want, requires - More than the making the head bald: or falling - Thus flat upon the earth, or cursing that way, - Or praying this, oh such a Scene of grief, - And so set down, (the world the stage to act on) - May challenge a Tragedian better practis'd - Than I am to express it; for my cause - Of passion is so strong, and my performance - So weak, that though the part be good, I fear - Th'ill acting of it, will defraud it of - The poor reward it may deserve, mens pity. - - _Brun._ I have given you way thus long, a King, and what - Is more, my Son, and yet a slave to that - Which only triumphs over cowards sorrow, - For shame look up. - - _Thier._ Is't you, look down on me: - And if that you are capable to receive it, - Let that return to you, that have brought forth - One mark'd out only for it: what are these? - Come they upon your privilege to tread on - The Tomb of my afflictions? - - _Prot._ No, not we Sir. - - _Thier._ How dare you then omit the ceremony - Due to the funeral of all my hopes, - Or come unto the marriage of my sorrows, - But in such colours as may sort with them? - - _Prot._ Alas; we will wear any thing. - - _Brun._ This is madness - Take but my counsel. - - _Thier._ Yours? dare you again - Though arm'd with th' authority of a mother, - Attempt the danger that will fall on you - If such another syllable awake it? - Goe, and with yours be safe, I have such cause - Of grief, nay more, to love it, that I will not - Have such as these be sharers in it. - - _Lecu._ Madam. - - _Prot._ Another time were better. - - _Brun._ Do not sti[r], - For I must be resolv'd, and will, be statues. - - _Enter_ Martel. - - _Thier._ I, thou art welcome, and upon my soul - Thou art an honest man, do you see, he has tears - To lend to him whom prodigal expence - Of sorrow, has made bankrupt of such treasure, - Nay, thou dost well. - - _Mart._ I would it might excuse - The ill I bring along. - - _Thier._ Thou mak'st me smile - I[n] the heighth of my calamities, as if - There could be the addition of an Atome, - To the gyant-body of my miseries. - But try, for I will hear thee, all sit down, 'tis death - To any that shall dare to interrupt him - In look, gesture, or word. - - _Mart._ And such attention - As is due to the last, and the best story - That ever was deliver'd, will become you, - The griev'd _Ordella_, (for all other titles - But take away from that) having from me - Prompted by your last parting groan, enquir'd, - What drew it from you, and the cause soon learn'd: - For she whom barbarism could deny nothing, - With such prevailing earnestness desir'd it, - 'Twas not in me, though it had been my death, - To hide it from her, she I say, in whom - All was, that _Athens_, _Rome_, or warlike _Sparta_, - Have registred for good in their best Women: - But nothing of their ill, knowing her self - Mark'd out, (I know not by what power, but sure - A cruel one) to dye, to give you children; - Having first with a setled countenance - Look'd up to Heaven, and then upon her self, - (It being the next best object) and then smil'd, - As if her joy in death to do you service, - Would break forth, in despight of the much sorrow - She shew'd she had to leave you: and then taking - Me by the hand, this hand which I must ever - Love better than I have done, since she touch'd it, - Go said she, to my Lord, (and to goe to him - Is such a happiness I must not hope for) - And tell him that he too much priz'd a trifle - Made only worthy in his love, and her - Thankful acceptance, for her sake to rob - The Orphan Kingdom of such guardians, as - Must of necessity descend [from] him; - And therefore in some part of recompence - Of his much love, and to shew to the world - That 'twas not her fault only, but her fate, - That did deny to let her be the mother - Of such most certain blessings: yet for proof, - She did not envy her, that happy her, - That is appointed to them, her [q]uick end - Should make way for her, which no sooner spoke, - But in a moment this too ready engine - Made such a battery in the choisest Castle - That ever nature made to defend life, - That strait it shook, and sunk. - - _Thier._ Stay, dares any - Presume to shed a tear before me? or - Ascribe that worth unto themselves to merit: - To do so for her? I have done, now on. - - _Mart._ Fall'n thus, once more she smil'd, as if that death - For her had studied a new way to sever - The soul and body, without sense of pain; - And then tell him (quoth she) what you have seen, - And with what willingness 'twas done: for which - My last request unto him is, that he - Would instantly make choice of one (most happy - In being so chosen) to supply my place, - By whom if heaven bless him with a daughter, - In my remembrance let it bear my name - Which said she dy'd. - - _Thier._ I hear this, and yet live; - Heart! art thou thunder proof, will nothing break thee? - She's dead, and what her entertainment may be - In th'other world without me is uncertain, - And dare I stay here unresolv'd? - - _Mart._ Oh Sir! - - _Brun._ Dear son. - - _Prot._ Great King. - - _Thier._ Unhand me, am I fall'n - So low, that I have lost the power to be - Disposer of my own life? - - _Mart._ Be but pleas'd - To borrow so much time of sorrow, as - To call to mind her last request, for whom - (I must confess a loss beyond expression) - You turn your hand upon your self, 'twas hers - And dying hers, that you should live and happy - In seeing little models of your self, - By matching with another, and will you - Leave any thing that she desir'd ungranted? - And suffer such a life that was [l]aid down - For your sake only to be fruitless? - - _Thier._ Oh thou dost throw charms upon me, against which - I cannot stop my ears, bear witness heaven - That not desire of life, nor love of pleasure[s] - Nor any future comforts, but to give - Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying - Her last demand, makes me defer our meeting, - Which in my choice, and suddain choice shall be - To all apparent. - - _Brun._ How? doe I remove one mischief - To draw upon my head a greater? - - _Thier._ Go, thou only good man, to whom for her self - Goodness is dear, and prepare to interr it - In her that was; oh my heart! my _Ordella_, - A monument worthy to be the casket - Of such a jewel. - - _Mart._ Your command that makes way - Unto my absence is a welcome one, - For but your self there's nothing here _Martel_, - Can take delight to look on; yet some comfort - Goes back with me to her, who though she want it - Deserves all blessings. [_Exit._ - - _Brun._ So soon to forget - The loss of such a wife, believe it will - Be censur'd in the world. - - _Thier._ Pray you no more, - There is no arg[u]ment you can use to cross it, - But does increase in me such a suspition - I would not cherish--who's that? - - _Enter_ Memberge. - - _Memb._ One, no guard - Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats - Nor praises can silence, a bold suitor, and - For that which if you are your self, a King, - You were made so to grant it, Justice, Justice. - - _Thier._ With what assurance dare you hope for that - Which is deny'd to me? or how can I - Stand bound to be just, unto such as are - Beneath me, that find none from those that are - Above me? - - _Memb._ There is justice, 'twere unfit - That any thing but vengeance should fall on him, - That by his giving way to more than murther, - (For my dear fathers death was parricide) - Makes it his own. - - _Brun._ I charge you hear her not. - - _Memb._ Hell cannot stop just prayers from ent'ring heaven, - I must and will be heard Sir; but remember - That he that by her plot fell, was your brother, - And the place where, your Palace, against all - Th' inviolable rites of hospitality, - Your word, a Kings word, given up for his safety, - His innocence, his protection, and the gods - Bound to revenge the impious breach of such - So great and sacred bonds; and can you wonder, - (That in not punishing such a horrid murther - You did it) that heavens favour is gone from you? - Which never will return, until his bloud - Be wash'd away in hers. - - _Brun._ Drag hence the wretch. - - _Thier._ Forbear, with what variety - Of torments do I meet! oh thou hast open'd - A Book, in which writ down in bloudy Letters, - My conscience finds that I am worthy of - More than I undergoe, but I'll begin - For my _Ordella_'s sake, and for thine own - To make less heavens great anger: thou hast lost - A father, I to thee am so; the hope - Of a good Husband, in me have one; nor - Be fearful I am still no man, already - That weakness is gone from me. - - _Brun._ That it might [_Aside._ - Have ever grown inseparably upon thee, - What will you do? Is such a thing as this - Worthy the lov'd _Ordella_'s place, the daughter - Of a poor Gardener? - - _Memb._ Your Son. - - _Thier._ The power - To take away that lowness is in me. - - _Brun._ Stay yet, for rather than [that] thou shalt add - Incest unto thy other sins, I will - With hazard of my own life, utter all, - _Theodoret_ was thy Brother. - - _Thier._ You deny'd it - Upon your oath, nor will I now believe you, - Your Protean turnings cannot change my purpose. - - _Memb._ And for me, be assur'd the means to be - Reveng'd on thee, vile hag, admits no thought, - But what tends to it. - - _Brun._ Is it come to that? - Then have at the last refuge: art thou grown - Insensible in [i]ll, that thou goest on - Without the least compunction? there, take that - To witness, that thou hadst a mother, which - Foresaw thy cause of grief, and sad repentance, - That so soon after blest _Ordella_'s death - Without a tear thou canst imbrace another, - Forgetful man. - - _Thier._ Mine eyes when she is nam'd - Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift - Is not unuseful now. - - _Lecu._ He's past all cure, that only touch is death. - - _Thier._ This night I'll keep it, - To morrow I will send it you, and full of my affliction. - - [_Exit_ Thierry. - - _Brun._ Is the poison mortal? - - _Lecu._ Above the help of Physick. - - _Brun._ To my wish, - Now for our own security, you _Protaldye_ - Shall this night post towards _Austracia_, - With Letters to _Theodorets_ bastard son, - In which we will make known what for his rising - We have done to _Thierry_: no denial, - Nor no excuse in such acts must be thought of, - Which all dislike, and all again commend - When they are brought unto a happy end. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Devitry _and four Soldiers_. - - _Devi._ No War, no Money, no Master; banish'd the Court, not - trusted in the City, whipt out of the Countrey, in what a triangle - runs our misery: let me hear which of you has the best voice to - beg in, for other hopes or fortunes I see you have not; be not - nice, nature provided you with tones for the purpose, the peoples - charity was your heritage, and I would see which of you deserves - his birth-right. - - _Omnes._ We understand you not Captain. - - _Devit._ You see this cardicue, the last, and the only quintessence - of 50 Crowns, distill'd in the limbeck of your gardage, of which - happy piece thou shalt be treasurer: now he that can soonest - perswade him to part with't, enjoyes it, possesses it, and with it, - me and my future countenance. - - _1._ If they want Art to perswade it, I'll keep it my self. - - _Devit._ So you be not a partial judge in your own cause, you shall. - - _Omnes._ A match. - - _2._ I'll begin to you, brave Sir; be proud to make him happy by - your liberality, whose tongue vouchsafes now to petition, was never - heard before less than to command. I am a Soldier by profession, a - Gentleman by birth, and an Officer by place, whose poverty blushes - to be the cause, that so high a virtue should descend to the pity - of your charity. - - _1._ In any case keep your high stile, it is not charity to shame - any man, much less a virtue of your eminence, wherefore preserve - your worth, and I'll preserve my money. - - _3._ You perswade? you are shallow, give way to merit: ah by the - bread of [God] man, thou hast a bonny countenance and a blith, - promising mickle good to a sicker womb, that has trode a long and - a sore ground to meet with friends, that will owe much to thy - reverence, when they shall hear of thy courtesie to their wandring - countreyman. - - _1._ You that will use your friends so hardly to bring them in - debt, Sir, will deserve worse of a stranger, wherefore pead on, - pead on, I say. - - _4._ It is the Welch must do't, I see, comrade man of urship, _St. - Tavy_ be her Patron, the gods of the mountains keep her cow and her - cupboard; may she never want the green of the Leek, [nor] the fat - of the Onion, if she part with her bounties to him, that is a great - deal away from her cozines, and has two big suits in law to recover - her heritage. - - _1._ Pardon me Sir, I will have nothing to do with your suits, it - comes within the statute of maintenance: home to your cozines, and - so[w]e garlick and hempseed, the one will stop your hunger; the - other end your suits, _gammawash comrade, gammawash_. - - _4._ 'Foot he'll hoord all for himself. - - _Vitry._ Yes, let him; now comes my turn, I'll see if he can answer - me: save you Sir, they say, you have that I want, Money. - - _1._ And that you are like to want, for ought I perceive yet. - - _Vitry._ Stand, deliver. - - _1._ 'Foot what mean you, you will not rob the Exchequer? - - _Vitry._ Do you prate? - - _1._ Hold, hold, here Captain. - - _2._ Why I could have done this before you. - - _3._ And I. - - _4._ And I. - - _Vit._ You have done this, brave man be proud to make him happy, by - the bread of God man, thou hast a bonny countenance, comrade man - of urship, _St. Tavy_ be her patron, out upon you, you uncurried - colts, walking cans that have no souls in you, but a little Rosin - to keep your ribs sweet, and hold in liquor. - - _Omnes._ Why, what would you have us to do Captain? - - _Devit._ Beg, beg, and keep Constables waking, wear out stocks - and whipcord, maunder for butter-milk, dye of the Jaundice, yet - have the cure about you, Lice, large Lice, begot of your own dust, - and the heat of the Brick-kills, may you starve, and fear of the - gallows, which is a gentle consumption to't, only preferr it, or - may you fall upon your fear, and be hanged for selling those purses - to keep you from famine, whose monies my valour empties, and be - cast without other evidence; here is my Fort, my Castle of defence, - who comes by shall pay me toll, the first purse is your mitimus - slaves. - - _2._ The purse, 'foot we'll share in the money Captain, if any come - within a furlong of our fingers. - - _4._ Did you doubt but we could steal as well as your self, did not - I speak Welsh? - - _3._ We are thieves from our cradles, and will dye so. - - _Vit._ Then you will not beg again. - - _Omnes._ Yes, as you did, stand, and deliver. - - _2._ Hark, here comes handsel, 'tis a Trade quickly set up, and as - soon cast down. - - _Vitry._ Have goodness in your minds varlets, and to't like men; he - that has more money than we, cannot be our friend, and I hope there - is no law for spoiling the enemy. - - _3._ You need not instruct us farther, your example pleads enough. - - _Devitry._ Disperse your selves, and as their company is, fall on. - - _2._ Come, there are a band of 'em, I'll charge single. [_Exit - Soldier[s]._ - - _Enter_ Protaldye. - - _Prot._ 'Tis wonderful dark, I have lost my man, and dare not - call for him, lest I should have more followers than I would pay - wages to; what throws am I in, in this travel! these be honourable - adventures; had I that honest bloud in my veins again Queen, that - your feats and these frights have drain'd from me, honor should - pull hard, e'r it drew me into these brakes. - - _Devitry._ Who goes there? - - _Prot._ Hey ho, here's a pang of preferment. - - _Devi._ 'Heart, who goes there? - - _Prot._ He that has no heart to your acquaintance, what shall I do - with my Jewels and my Letter, my codpiece that's too loose, good, - my boots, who is't that spoke to me? here's a friend. - - _Devit._ We shall find that presently, stand, as you love your - safety, stand. - - _Prot._ That unlucky word of standing, has brought me to all this, - hold, or I shall never stand you. - - _Devit._ I should know that voice, deliver. - - _Enter Soldiers._ - - _Prot._ All that I have is at your service Gentlemen, and much good - may it do you. - - _Devit._ Zones down with him, do you prate? - - _Prot._ Keep your first word as you are Gentlemen, and let me - stand, alas, what do you mean? - - _2._ To tye you to us Sir, bind you in the knot of friendship. - - _Prot._ Alas Sir, all the physick in _Europe_ cannot bind me. - - _Devit._ You should have jewels about you, stones, precious stones. - - _1._ Captain away, there's company within hearing, if you stay - longer, we are surpriz'd. - - _Devit._ Let the Devil come, I'll pillage this Fregat a little - better yet. - - _2._ 'Foot we are lost, they are upon us. - - _Devit._ Ha, upon us, make the least noise, 'tis thy parting gaspe. - - _3._ Which way shall we make Sir? - - _Devit._ Every man his own; do you hear, only bind me, bind me - before you goe, and when the company's past, make to this place - again, this karvel should have better lading in him, you are slow, - why do you not tye harder? - - _1._ You are sure enough I warrant you Sir. - - _Devit._ Darkness befriend you, away. [_Exit Soldiers._ - - _Prot._ What tyrants have I met with, they leave me alone in the - dark, yet would not have me cry. I shall grow wondrous melancho[l]y - if I stay long here without company; I was wont to get a nap with - saying my prayers, I'll see if they will work upon me now; but - then, if I should talk in my sleep, and they hear me, they would - make a Recorder of my windpipe, slit my throat: heaven be prais'd, - I hear some noise, it may be new purchase, and then I shall have - fellows. - - _Devit._ They are gone past hearing, now to taske _Devitry_, help, - help, as you are men help; some charitable hand, relieve a poor - distressed miserable wretch, thieves, wicked thieves have robb'd - me; bound me. - - _Prot._ 'Foot, would they had gagg'd you too, your noise will - betray us, and fetch them again. - - _Devit._ What blessed tongue spake to me, where, where where are - you Sir? - - _Prot._ A plague of your bawling throat, we are well enough if you - have the grace to be thankful for't, do but snore to me, and 'tis - as much as I desire, to pass away time with, till morning, then - talk as loud as you please Sir, I am bound not to stir, therefore - lie still and snore I say. - - _Devit._ Then you have met with thieves too I see. - - _Prot._ And desire to meet with no more of them. - - _Devit._ Alas, what can we suffer more? they are far enough by this - time; have they not all, all that we have Sir? - - _Prot._ No by my faith have they not Sir; I gave them one trick to - boot for their learning, my Boots Sir, my Boots, I have sav'd my - stock, and my jewels in them, and therefore desire to hear no more - of them. - - _Devit._ Now blessing on your wit, Sir, what a dull slave was I, - dreamt not of your conveyance, help to unbind me Sir, and I'll - undoe you, my life for yours, no worse thief than my self meets you - again this night. - - _Prot._ Reach me thy hands. - - _Devit._ Here Sir, here, I could beat my brains out, that could not - think of boots, boots Sir, wide topt boots, I shall love them the - better whilst I live; but are you sure your Jewels are here Sir? - - _Prot._ Sure sayst thou? ha, ha, ha. - - _Devit._ So ho, illo ho. [_Within Soldiers._ - Here Captain, here. - - _Prot._ 'Foot what do you mean Sir? - - _Enter Soldiers._ - - _Devit._ A trick to boot, say you; here you dull slaves, purchase, - purchase the soul of the Rock, Diamonds, sparkling Diamonds. - - _Prot._ I'm betraid, lost, past recovery, lost, as you are men. - - _Devit._ Nay rook, since you will be prating, we'll share your - carrion with you, have you any other conveyance now Sir? - - _1._ 'Foot here are Letters, Epistles, familiar Epistles, we'll see - what treasure is in them, they are seal'd sure. - - _Prot._ Gentlemen, as you are Gentlemen spare my Letters, and take - all willingly, all: I'll give you a release, a general release, and - meet you here to morrow with as much more. - - _Devit._ Nay, since you have your tricks, and your conveyances, we - will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearcht. - - _Prot._ Hark, there comes company, you will be betraid, as you love - your safeties, beat out my brains, I shall betray you else. - - _Devit._ Treason, unheard of Treason, monstrous, monstrous - villanies. - - _Prot._ I confess my self a Traitor, shew your selves good - subjects, and hang me up for't. - - _1._ If it be treason, the discovery will get our pardon, Captain. - - _Devit._ Would we were all lost, hang'd, quarter'd, to save this - one, one innocent Prince; _Thierry_'s poison'd, by his mother - poison'd, the Mistriss to this stallion, who by that poison ne'er - shall sleep again. - - _2._ 'Foot let us mince him by piece-meal[e], till he eat himself - up. - - _3._ Let us dig out his heart with needles, and half broil him like - a Mussel. - - _Prot._ Such another and I prevent you, my bloud's setled already. - - _Devit._ Here's that shall remove it, toad, viper, drag him unto - _Martel_, unnatural par[r]icide, cruel, bloudy woman. - - _Omnes._ On you dogfish, leech, caterpillar. - - _Devit._ A longer sight of him will make my rage turn pity, and - with his suddain end, prevent revenge and torture, wicked, wicked - _Brunhalt_. [_Exit._ - - _Enter_ Bawdber _and three Courtiers_. - - _1._ Not sleep at all, no means. - - _2._ No Art can do it. - - _Bawdb._ I will assure you, he can sleep no more - Than a hooded Hawk[e], a centinel to him, - Or one of the City Constables are tops. - - _3._ How came he so? - - _Bawdb._ They are too wise that dare know, - Something's amiss, heaven help all. - - _1._ What cure has he? - - _Bawdb._ Armies of those we call Physitians, some with glisters, - Some with Lettice-caps, some posset-drinks, some Pills, - Twenty consulting here about a drench, - [As many here to blood him; - Then comes a Don of _Spaine_, and he prescribes - More cooling opium then would kill a turke, - Or quench a whore ith dogdayes; after him - A wise Italian, and he cries, tie unto him - A woman of fourescore, whose bones are marble, - Whose bloud snow water, not so much heate about her - As may conceive a prayer: after him - An English Doctor, with a bunch of pot hearbes; - And he cries out Endiffe and suckery, - With a few mallow rootes and butter milke, - And talkes of oyle made of a churchmans charity, - Yet still he wakes. - - _1._ But your good honor - Has a praye[r] in store if all should faile. - - _Bawdb._ I could have prayed, and handsomely, - But age and an ill memory. - - _3._ Has spoyl'd your primmer. - - _Bawdb._ Yet if there be a man of faith i'the Court, - And can pray for a pension. - - _Enter Thierry, on a bed, with Doctors and attendants._ - - _2._ Here's the King Sir, - And those that will pray without pay. - - _Bawdb._ Then pray for me too. - - _1 Doct._ How does your grace now feele your selfe? - - _Thier._ What's that? - - _1 Doct._ Nothing at all Sir, but your fancy. - - _Thier._ Tell me, - Can ever these eyes more shut up in slumbers, - Assure my soule there is sleepe? is there night - And rest for humane labors? do not you - And all the world as I do, out stare time, - And live like funerall lampes never extinguisht? - Is there a grave, and do not flatter me, - Nor feare to tell me truth; and in that grave - Is there a hope I shall sleepe, can I die, - Are not my miseries immortall? o - The happinesse of him that drinkes his water - After his weary day, and sleepes for ever, - Why do you crucifie me thus with faces, - And gaping strangely upon one another, - When shall I rest? - - _2 Doct._ O Sir, be patient. - - _Thier._ Am I not patient? have I not endur'd - More then a maingy dog among your dosses? - Am I not now your patient? yee can make - Unholesome fooles sleepe for a garded foote-cloth; - Whores for a hot sin offering; yet I must crave - That feede ye, and protect ye, and proclame ye, - Because my powre is far above your searching, - Are my diseases so? can ye cure none - But those of equall ignorance, dare ye kill me? - - _1 Doct._ We do beseech your grace be more reclam'd, - This talke doth but distemper you. - - _Thier._ Well, I will die - In spight of all your potions; one of you sleepe, - Lie downe and sleepe here, that I may behold - What blessed rest it is my eyes are robde of: - See, he can sleepe, sleepe any where, sleepe now, - When he that wakes for him can never slumber, - I'st not a dainty ease? - - _2 Doct._ Your grace shall feele it. - - _Thier._ O never I, never, the eyes of heaven - See but their certaine motions, and then sleepe, - The rages of the _Ocean_ have their slumbers, - And quiet silver calmes; each violence - Crownes in his end a peace, but my fixt fires - Shall never, never set, who's that? - - _Enter Martell, Brunhalt, Devitry, souldiers._ - - _Mart._ No woman, - Mother of mischiefe, no, the day shall die first, - And all good things live in a worse then thou art, - Ere thou shalt sleepe, doest thou see him? - - _Brun._ Yes, and curse him, - And all that love him foole, and all live by him. - - _Mart._ Why art thou such a monster? - - _Brun._ Why art thou - So tame a knave to aske me? - - _Mart._ Hope of hell, - By this faire holy light, and all his wrongs - Which are above thy yeares, almost thy vices, - Thou shalt not rest, not feele more what is pitty, - Know nothing necessary, meete no society, - But what shall curse and crucifie thee, feele in thy selfe - Nothing but what thou art, bane, and bad conscience, - Till this man rest; but for whose reverence - Because thou art his mother, I would say - Whore, this shall be, do ye nod? ile waken ye - With my swords point. - - _Brun._ I wish no more of heaven, - Nor hope no more, but a sufficient anger - To torture thee. - - _Mart._ See, she that makes you see Sir, - And to your misery still see, your mother, - The mother of your woes Sir, of your waking, - The mother of your peoples cries, and curses, - Your murdering mother, your malicious mother: - - _Thier._ Phisitians, halfe my state to sleepe an houre now; - Is it so mother? - - _Brun._ Yes it is so sonne; - And were it yet againe to do, it should be. - - _Mart._ She nods againe, swing her. - - _Thier._ But mother, - For yet I love that reverence, and to death - Dare not forget you have bin so; was this, - This endlesse misery, this curelesse malice, - This snatching from me all my youth together, - All that you made me for, and happy mothers - Crownde with eternall time are proud to finish, - Done by your will? - - _Brun._ It was, and by that will. - - _Thier._ O mother, do not lose your name, forget not - The touch of nature in you, tendernes - 'Tis all the soule of woman, all the sweetnesse; - Forget not I beseech you what are children, - Nor how you [have] gron'd for um, to what love - They are borne inheritors, with what care kept, - And as they rise to ripenesse still remember - How they impe out your age; and when time calls you, - That as an Autum flower you fall, forget not - How round about your hearse they hang like penons. - - _Brun._ Holy foole, - Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd thee, - Preach not to me of punishments, or feares, - Or what I ought to be, but what I am, - A woman in her liberall will defe[at]ed, - In all her greatnesse crost, in pleasure blasted, - My angers have bin laught at, my ends slighted, - And all those glories that had crownd my fortunes, - Suffer'd by blasted vertue to be scatter'd, - I am the fruitefull mother of these angers, - And what such have done, reade, and know thy ruine. - - _Thier._ Heaven forgive you. - - _Mart._ She tells you true, for milions of her mischiefes - Are now apparent, _Protaldye_, we have taken - An equall agent with her, to whose care - After the damnde defeate on you, she trusted. - - _Enter Messenger._ - - The bringing in of _Leonor_ the bastard - Son to your murther'd brother, her Physitian - By this time is attacht to that damn'd devil. - - _Mess._ 'Tis like he will be so, for e'er we came - Fearing an equal justice for his mischiefs, - He drencht himself. - - _Brun._ He did like one of mine then. - - _Thier._ Must I still see these miseries, no night - To hide me from their horrors, that _Protaldy_ - See justice fall upon. - - _Brun._ Now I could sleep too. - - _Enter_ Ordella. - - _Mart._ I'll give you yet more Poppy, bring the Lady - And heaven in her embraces; gives him quiet, - Madam, unveil yourself. - - _Ordel._ I do forgive you, - And though you sought my bloud, yet I'll pray for you. - - _Brun._ Art thou alive? - - _Mart._ Now could you sleep? - - _Brun._ For ever. - - _Mart._ Go carry her without wink of sleep, or quiet, - Where her strong knave _Protaldye_'s broke o'th' wheel, - And let his cries and roars be musick to her, - I mean to waken her. - - _Thier._ Do her no wrong. - - _Mart._ Nor right, as you love justice. - - _Brun._ I will think, - And if there be new curses in old nature, - I have a soul dare send them. - - _Mart._ Keep her waking. [_Exit_ Brunhalt. - - _Thier._ What's that appears so sweetly? there's that face. - - _Mart._ Be moderate, Lady. - - _Thier._ That Angels face. - - _Mart._ Goe nearer. - - _Thier. Martel_, I cannot last long, see the soul, - I see it perfectly of my _Ordella_, - The heavenly figure of her sweetness there, - Forgive me gods, it comes, Divinest substance, - Kneel, kneel, kneel every one, Saint of thy Sex, - If it be for my cruelty thou comest, - Do ye see her hoe? - - _Mart._ Yes Sir, and you shall know her. - - _Thier._ Down, down again, to be reveng'd for bloud, - Sweet Spirit I am ready, she smiles on me, - O blessed sign of Peace. - - _Mart._ Goe nearer Lady. - - _Ordel._ I c[o]me to make you happy. - - _Thier._ Hear you that, Sir? - She comes to crown my soul: away, get sacrifice - Whilst I with holy Honors. - - _Mart._ She's alive, Sir. - - _Thier._ In everlasting life, I know it friend, - Oh happy, happy soul. - - _Ordel._ Alas, I live Sir, - A mortal woman still. - - _Thier._ Can spirits weep too? - - _Mart._ She's no spirit Sir, pray kiss her, Lady, - Be very gentle to him. - - _Thier._ Stay, she is warm, - And by my life the same lips tell me brightness, - Are you the same _Ordella_ still? - - _Mart._ The same, Sir, - Whom heavens and my good Angel staid from ruin. - - _Thier._ Kiss me again. - - _Ordel._ The same still, still your servant. - - _Thier._ 'Tis she, I know her now _Martel_; sit down sweet. - Oh blest and happiest woman, a dead slumber - Begins to creep upon me, oh my jewel! - - _Enter Messenger and_ Memberge. - - _Ordel._ Oh sleep my Lord. - - _Thier._ My joyes are too much for me. - - _Mess. Brunhalt_ impatient of her constraint to see - _Protaldye_ tortur'd, has choak'd her self. - - _Mart._ No more, her sins go with her. - - _Thier._ Love, I must die, I faint, close up my glasses. - - _1 Doct._ The Queen faints too, and deadly. - - _Thier._ One dying kiss. - - _Ordel._ My last Sir, and my dearest, and now - Close my eyes too. - - _Thier._ Thou perfect woman. - _Martel_, the Kingdom's yours, take _Memberge_ to you, - And keep my line alive; nay, weep not, Lady, - Take me, I go. - - _Ordel._ Take me too, farewel honour. [_Die both._ - - _2 Doct._ They are gone for ever. - - _Mart._ The peace of happy souls go after them, - Bear them to their last beds, whilst I study - A Tomb to speak their loves; whilst old time laste[t]h - I am your King in sorrows. - - _Omnes._ We your subjects. - - _Mart. Devitry_, for your service, be near us, - Whip out these instruments of this mad mother - From Court, and all good people; and because - She was born Noble, let that Title find her - A private grave, but neither tongue nor honor: - And now lead on, they that shall read this story, - Shall find that Virtue lives in Good, not Glory. - - [_Exeunt Omnes._ - - - - -The Woman-Hater. - - - - -PROLOGUE. - - - _Gentlemen, Inductions are out of date, and a Prologue in Verse, - is as stale as a black Velvet Cloak, and a Bay Garland: therefore - you shall have it plain Prose, thus: If there be any amongst you, - that come to hear lascivious Scenes, let them depart: for I do - pronounce this, to the utter discomfort of all twopenny Gallery - men, you shall have no bawdery in it: or if there be any lurking - amongst you in corners, with Table-books, who have some hope to - find fit matter to feed his ---- ---- malice on, let them claspe - them up, and slink away, or stay and be converted. For he that - made this Play, means to please Auditors so, as he may be an - Auditor himself hereafter, and not purchase them with the dear - [losse] of his [e]ares: I dare not call it_ Comedy _or_ Tragedy; - _'tis perfectly neither: A Play it is, which was meant to make you_ - _laugh, how it [will] please you, is not written in my Part: for_ - _though you should like it to day, perhaps your selves know not - how you should digest it to morrow: Some things in it you may - meet with, which are out of the common road: a Duke there is, - and the Scæne lies in Italy, as those two things lightly we never - miss. But you shall not find in it the ordinary and over-worn - Trade of jesting at Lords and Courtiers, and Citizens, without - taxation of any particular or new vice by them found out, but at - the persons of them; such, he, that made this, thinks vile, and - for his own part vows; That he did never think, but that a [Lord] - born might be a wise man, and a Courtier an honest man._ - - - - -_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Duke of_ Millain, Arrigo, Lucio, _and two Courtiers_. - - Tis now the sweetest time for sleep, the night is scarce - spent; _Arrigo_, what's a clock? - - _Arri._ Past four. - - _Duke._ Is it so much, and yet the morn not up? - See yonder where the shamefac'd Maiden comes - Into our sight, how gently doth she slide, - Hiding her chaste cheeks, like a modest Bride, - With a red veil of blushes; as [is] she, - Even such all modest virtuous Women be. - Why thinks your Lordship I am up so soon? - - _Lucio._ About some weighty State plot. - - _Duke._ And what thinks your knighthood of it? - - _Arr._ I do think to cure some strange corruptions in the - Common-wealth. - - _Duke._ Y'are well conceited of your selves to think - I chuse you out to bear me company - In such affairs and business of state: - For am not I a pattern for all Princes, - That break my soft sleep for my subjects good? - Am I not careful? very provident? - - _Luc._ Your Grace is careful. - - _Arri._ Very provident. - - _Duke._ Nay, knew you how my serious working plots, - Concern the whole Estates of all my subjects, - I, and their lives; then _Lucio_ thou wouldst swear, - I were a loving Prince. - - _Luc._ I think your Grace intends to walk the publick - streets disguis'd, to see the streets disorders. - - _Duke._ It is not so. - - _Arri._ You secretly will cross some other states, that do - conspire against you. - - _Duke._ Weightier far: - You are my friends, and you shall have the cause; - I break my sleeps thus soon to see a wench. - - _Luc._ Y'are wond'rous careful for your subjects good. - - _Arri._ You are a very loving Prince indeed. - - _Duke._ This care I take for them, when their dull eyes, - Are clos'd with heavy slumbers. - - _Arri._ Then you rise to see your wenches? - - _Luc._ What _Milan_ beauty hath the power, to charme her - Sovereign eyes, and break his sleeps? - - _Duke._ Sister to Count _Valore_, she's a Maid - Would make a Prince forget his throne, and sta[t]e, - And lowly kneel to her: the general fate - Of all mortality, is hers to give; - As she disposeth, so we die and live. - - _Luc._ My Lord, the day grows clear, the Court will rise. - - _Duk._ We stay too long, is the _Umbranoes_ head as we commanded, - sent to the sad _Gondarino_, our General? - - _Arr._ 'Tis sent. - - _Duke._ But stay, where shines that light? - - _Arri._ 'Tis in the chamber of _Lazarello_. - - _Duke. Lazarillo?_ what is he? - - _Arri._ A Courtier my Lord, and one that I wonder your Grace knows - not: for he hath followed your Court, and your last predecessors, - from place to place, any time this seven year[e], as faithfully as - your Spits and your Dripping-pans have done, and almost as greasily. - - _Duke._ Oh we know him, as we have heard, he keeps a Kalender of - all the [famous] dishes of meat, that have been in the Court, ever - since our great Grandfathers time; and when he can thrust in at no - Table, he makes his meat of that. - - _Lucio._ The very same my Lord. - - _Duk[e]._ A Courtier call'st thou him? - Believe me _Lucio_, there be many such - About our Court, respected, as they think, - Even by our self; with thee I will be plain: - - We Princes do use, to preferre many for nothing, and to take - particular and free knowledg[e], almost in the nature of - acquaintance of many; whom we do use only for our pleasures, and - [d]o give largely to numbers; more out of policy to be thought - liberal, and by that means to make the people strive to deserve - our Love; than to reward any particular desert of theirs, to whom - we give: and do suffer our selves to hear flatterers, more for - recreation - - Than for love of it, though we seldom hate it: - And yet we know all these, and when we please, - Can touch the wheel, and turn their names about. - - _Luc._ I wonder they that know their states so well, should fancy - such base slaves. - - _Duke._ Thou wond'rest _Lucio_, - Dost not thou think, if thou wert Duke of _Milan_, - Thou should'st be flattered? - - _Luc._ I know my Lord, I would not. - - _Duke._ Why so, I thought till I was Duke, I thought I should have - left me no more flatterers, than there are now Plain-dealers; and - yet for all this my resolution, I am most palpably flattered: the - poor man may loath covetousness and flattery, but fortune will - alter the mind when the wind turns: there may be well a little - conflict, but it will drive the billows before it. - - _Arrigo_ it grows late, for see, fair _Thetis_ hath undone the barrs - To _Phebus_ team; and his unrival'd light, - Hath cha[s]'d the mornings modest blush away: - Now must we to our love, bright _Paphian_ Queen; - Thou _Cytherean_ goddess, that delights - In stirring glances, and art still thy self, - More toying than thy team of Sparrows be; - Thou laughing _Errecina_, oh inspire - Her heart with love, or lessen my desire. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Scæna Secunda._ - - _Enter_ Lazarillo _and his boy_. - - _Laz._ Go run, search, pry in every nook and angle of the Kitchins, - Larders, and Pasteries, know what meat's boil'd, bak'd, rost, - stew'd, fri'd, or sous'd, at this dinner to be serv'd directly, or - indirectly, to every several Table in the Court, be gone. - - _Boy._ I run, but not so fast as your mouth will do upon the stroke - of Eleven. [_Exit Boy._ - - _Laz._ What an excellent thing did God bestow upon man, when he - [did give] him a good stomach! what unbounded graces there are - pour'd upon them that have the continual command of the very best - of these blessings! 'tis an excellent thing to be a Prince; he is - serv'd with such admirable variety of Fare; such innumerable choice - of Delicates; his Tables are full fraught with most nourishing - food, and his Cubbards heavy laden with rich Wines; his Court - is still filled with most [pleasing varieties]: In the Summer, - his Palace is full of Green Geese; and in Winter it [swarmeth] - Woodcocks, - - Oh thou goddess of Plenty - Fill me this day with some rare delicates - And I will every year most constantly, - As this day celebrate a sumptuous Feast, - If thou wilt send me victuals in thine honor; - And to it shall be bidden for thy sake, - Even all the valiant stomachs in the Court: - All short-cloak'd Knights, and all cross-garter'd Gentlemen; - All pump and pantofle, foot-cloth riders; - With all the swarming generation - Of long stocks, short pain'd hose, and huge stuff'd doublets: - All these shall eat, and which is more than yet - Hath e'er been seen, they shall be satisfied. - I wonder my Ambassador returns not! - - _Enter Boy._ - - _Boy._ Here I am Master. - - _Laza._ And welcome: - Never did that sweet Virgin in her smock, - Fair-cheek'd _Andromeda_, when to the rock - Her Ivorie limbs were chain'd, and straight before - A huge Sea-monster, tumbling to the shore, - To have devour'd her, with more longing sight - Expect the coming of some hardy Knight, - That might have quell'd his pride, and set her free, - Than I with longing sight have look'd for thee. - - _Boy._ Your _Perseus_ is come Master, that will destroy him, - The very comfort of whose presence shuts - The monster hunger from your yelping guts. - - _Laza._ Brief boy, brief, discourse the service of each several - Table compendiously. - - _Boy._ Here's a Bill of all Sir. - - _Laza._ Give it me, a Bill of all the several services this day - appointed for every Table in the Court, - - I, this is it on which my hopes relye, - Within this paper all my joyes are clos'd: - Boy, open it, and read it with reverence. - - _Boy._ For the Captain of the Guards Table, three chines of Beef, - and two jo[l]ls of Sturgeon. - - _Laza._ A portly service, but gross, gross, proceed to the Dukes - own Table, dear boy, to the Dukes own Table. - - _Boy._ For the Dukes own Table, the head of an _Umbrana_. - - _Laza._ Is't possible? can Heaven be so propitious to the Duke? - - _Boy._ Yes, I'll assure you Sir, 'tis possible, Heaven is so - propitious to him. - - _Laza._ Why then he is the richest Prince alive: - He were the wealthiest Monarch in all _Europe_, - Had he no other Territories, Dominions, Provinces, Seats, - No[r] Palaces, but only that _Umbrana_'s head. - - _Boy._ 'Tis very fresh and sweet, Sir, the fish was taken but - this night, and the head, as a rare novelty, appointed by special - commandement for the Dukes own Table, this dinner. - - _Laza._ If poor unworthy I may come to eat - Of this most sacred dish, I here do vow - (If that blind Huswife, Fortune will bestow - But means on me) to keep a sumptuous house, - - A board groaning under the heavy burden of the beasts that cheweth - the cudd, and the Fowl that cutteth the Air: I shall not like the - Table of a countrey Justice, besprinkled over with all manner of - cheap Sallads, sliced Beef, Giblets, and Petitoes, to fill up room, - nor should there stand any great, cumbersom, un-cut-up pies, at - the nether end fill'd with moss and stones, partly to make a shew - with and partly to keep the lower Mess from eating, nor shall my - meat come in sneaking, like the City service, one dish a quarter - of an hour after another, and gone, as if they had appointed to - meet there, and had mistook the hour, nor should it, like the new - Court service, come in in haste, as if it fain would be gone again, - all courses at once, like a hunting breakfast, but I would have - my several courses, and my dishes well fill'd, my first course - should be brought in after the antient manner, by a score of old - bleer-ey'd Serving-men, in long blew coats, (marry they shall buy - Silk, Facing, and Buttons themselves) but that's by the way. - - _Boy._ Master the time calls on, will you be walking? [_Exit Boy._ - - _Laza._ Follow boy, follow, my guts were half an hour since in the - privy Kitchin. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Scæna Tertia._ - - _Enter Count, and his Sister_ Oriana. - - _Oria._ Faith brother, I must needs go yonder. - - _Count._ And faith Sister what will you do yonder? - - _Oria._ I know the Lady _Honoria_ will be glad to see me. - - _Count._ Glad to see you? faith the Lady _Honoria_ cares for you - as she doth for all other young Ladies, she's glad to see you, and - will shew you the Privy Garden, and tell you how many Gowns the - Duchess had; Marry if you have ever an old Uncle, that would be a - Lord, or ever a kinsman that hath done a murther, or committed a - robbery, and will give good store of Money to procure his pardon, - then the Lady _Honoria_ will be glad to see you. - - _Oria._ I, but they say one shall see fine sights at the Court. - - _Count._ I'll tell you what you shall see, you shall see many faces - of mans making, for you shall find very few as God left them: and - you shall see many legs too; amongst the rest you shall behold one - pair, the feet of which, were in times past, sockless, but are now - through the change of time (that alters all things) very strangely - become the legs of a Knight and a Courtier; another pair you shall - see, that were heir apparent legs to a Glover, these legs hope - shortly to be honourable; when they pass by they will bow, and the - mouth to these legs, will seem to offer you some Courtship; it - [will] swear, but [it] will lye, hear it not. - - _Oria._ Why, and are not these fine sights? - - _Count._ Sister, in seriousness you yet are young - And fair, a fair young Maid, and apt. - - _Oria._ Apt? - - _Count._ Exceeding apt[, apt] to be drawn to. - - _Oria._ To what? - - _Count._ To that you should not be, 'tis no dispraise, - She is not bad that hath desire to ill, - But she that hath no power to rule that Will: - For there you shall be wooed in other kinds - Than yet your years have known, the chiefest men - Will seem to throw themselves - As vassals at your [service], kiss your hand, - Prepare [you] Banquets, Masques, Shews, all inticements - That Wit and Lust together can devise, - To draw a Lady from the state of Grace - To an old Lady widdows Gallery; - And they will praise your virtues, beware that, - The only way to turn a Woman whore, - Is to commend her chastity: you'll goe? - - _Oria._ I would go, if it were but only to shew you, that I could - be there, and be mov'd with none of these tricks. - - _Count._ Your servants are ready? - - _Oria._ An hour since. - - _Count._ Well, if you come off clear from this hot service, Your - praise shall be the greater. Farewel Sister. - - _Oria._ Farewel Brother. - - _Count._ Once more, if you stay in the presence till candle-light, - keep on the foreside o'th' Curtain; and do you hear, take heed - of the old Bawd, in the cloth of Tissue sleeves, and the knit - Mittines. Farewel Sister. [_Exit_ Oria. - - Now am I idle, I would I had been a Scholar, that I might a studied - now: the punishment of meaner men is, they have too much to do; - our only misery is, that without company we know not what to do; - I must take some of the common courses of our Nobility; which is - thus: if I can find no company that likes me, pluck off my Hatband, - throw an old Cloak over my face, and as if I would not be known, - walk hastily through the streets, till I be discovered; then there - goes Count such a one, says one; there goes Count such a one, says - another: Look how fast he goes, says a third; there's some great - matters in hand questionless, says a fourth; when all my business - is to hav[e] them say so: this hath been used; or if I can find any - company, I'll after dinner to the Stage, to see a Play; where, when - I first enter, you shall have a murmure in the house, every one - that does not know cries, What Nobleman is that? all the Gallants - on the Stage rise, vail to me, kiss their hand, offer me their - places: then I pick out some one, whom I please to grace among the - rest, take his seat, use it, throw my cloak over my face, and laugh - at him: the poor Gentleman imagines himself most highly grac'd, - thinks all the Auditors esteem him one of my bosom friends; and - in right special regard with me. But here comes a Gentleman, that - I hope will make me better sport, than either street and stage - fooleries. - - _Enter_ Lazarello _and Boy_. - - This man loves to eat good meat, always provided, he do not pay for - it himself, he goes by the name of the _Hungry Courtier_, marry, - because I think that name will not sufficiently distinguish him, - for no doubt he hath more fellows there, his name is _Lazarello_, - he is none of these [same] ordinary eaters, that will devour three - breakfasts, and as many dinners, without any prejudice to their - Beavers, Drinkings, or Suppers; but he hath a more courtly kind - of hunger, and doth hunt more after novelty, than plenty, I'll - overhear him. - - _Laza._ Oh thou most itching kindly appetite, - Which every creature in his stomach feels; - Oh leave, leave yet at last thus to torment me. - Three several Sallads have I sacrific'd, - Bedew'd with precious oil and vinegar - Already to appease thy greedy wrath. Boy. - - _Boy._ Sir. - - _Laza._ Will the Count speak with me? - - _Boy._ One of his Gentlemen is gone to inform him of your coming, - Sir. - - _Laza._ There is no way left for me to compass th[is] Fish-head, - but by being presently made known to the Duke. - - _Boy._ That will be hard Sir. - - _Laza._ When I have tasted of this sacred dish, - Then shall my bones rest in my Fathers tomb - In peace; then shall I dye most willingly, - And as a dish be serv'd to satisfie, - Deaths hunger, and I will be buried thus: - My Bier shall be a charger born by four, - The Coffin where I lye, a powd'ring-tub, - Bestrew'd with Lettice, and cool Sallad herbs, - My Winding-sheet of Tansies, the black Guard - Shall be my solemn Mourners, and instead - Of ceremonies, wholsom burial Prayers: - A printed dirge in rhyme, shall bury me. - Instead of tears, let them pour Capon sauce upon my hearse, - And salt instead of dust, Manchets for stones, for other glorious - shields - Give me a Voider; and above my Hearse - For a Trutch sword, my naked knife stuck up. - - [_The Count discovers himself._ - - _Boy._ Master, the Count's here. - - _Laza._ Where? my Lord I do beseech you. - - _Count._ Y'are very welcome Sir, I pray you stand up, you shall - dine with me. - - _Laza._ I do beseech your Lordship by the love I still have born to - your honourable house. - - _Count._ Sir, what need all this? you shall dine with me, I pray - rise. - - _Laza._ Perhaps your Lordship takes me for one of these same - fellows, that do as it were respect victuals. - - _Count._ Oh Sir by no means. - - _Laza._ Your Lordship has often promised, that whensoever I should - affect greatness, your own hand should help to raise me. - - _Count._ And so much still assure your self of. - - _Laza._ And though I must confess, I have ever shun'd popularity, - by the example of others, yet I do now feel my self a little - ambitious, your Lordship is great, and though young, yet a Privy - Counsellor. - - _Count._ I pray you Sir leap into the matter, what would You have - me do for you? - - _Laza._ I would intreat your Lordship to make me known to the Duke. - - _Count._ When Sir? - - _Laza._ Suddainly my Lord, I would have you present me unto him - this morning. - - _Count._ It shall be done, but for what virtues, would you have him - take notice of you? - - _Laza._ Your Lordship shall know that presently. - - _Count._ 'Tis pity of this fellow, he is of good wit, and - sufficient understanding, when he is not troubled with this greedy - worm. - - _Laza._ 'Faith, you may intreat him to take notice of me for - any thing; for being an excellent Farrier, for playing well at - Span-counter, or sticking knives in walls, for being impudent, or - for nothing; why may not I be a Favorite on the suddain? I see - nothing against it. - - _Count._ Not so Sir, I know you have not the face to be a Favourite - on the suddain. - - _Laz._ Why then you shall present me as a Gentleman well qualified, - or one extraordinary seen in divers strange mysteries. - - _Count._ In what Sir? as how? - - _Laz._ Marry as thus-- - - _Enter [I]ntelligencer._ - - _Count._ Yonder's my old Spirit, that hath haunted me daily, ever - since I was a privy Counsellor, I must be rid of him, I pray you - stay there, I am a little busie, I will speak with you presently. - - _Laza._ You shall bring me in, and after a little other talk taking - me by the hand, you shall utter these words to the Duke: May it - please your grace, to take note of a Gentleman, well read, deeply - learned, and throughly grounded in the hidden knowledge of all - Sallads and Pot-herbs whatsoever. - - _Count._ 'Twill be rare, if you will walk before, Sir, I will - overtake you instantly. - - _Laza._ Your Lordships ever. - - _Count._ This fellow is a kind of an informer, one that lives in - Alehouses and Taverns, and because he perceives some worthy men in - this Land, with much labour and great expence, to have discovered - things dangerously hanging over the State; he thinks to discover - as much out of the talk of drunkards in Tap-houses: he brings me - informations, pick'd out of broken words, in mens common talk, - which, with his malicious mis-application, he hopes will seem - dangerous, he doth besides, bring me the names of all the young - Gentlemen in the City, that use Ordinaries, or Taverns, talking - (to my thinking) only as the freedom of their youth teach them, - without any further ends; for dangerous and seditious spirits; - he is besides, an arrant whoremaster, as any is in _Milan_, of a - Lay-man; I will not meddle with the Clergy: he is parcel Lawyer, - and in my conscience much of their religion, I must put upon him - some piece of service; come hither Sir, what have you to do with me? - - _Int._ Little my Lord, I only come to know how your Lordship would - employ me. - - _Count._ Observed you that Gentleman, that parted from me but now? - - _Int._ I saw him now my Lord. - - _Count._ I was sending for you, I have talked with this man, and I - do find him dangerous. - - _Int._ Is your Lordship in good earnest? - - _Count._ Hark you Sir, there may perhaps be some within ear-[shot]. - [_He whispers with him._ - - _Enter_ Lazarello _and his Boy_. - - _Laz._ Sirrah, will you venture your life, the Duke hath sent the - Fish-head to my Lord? - - _Boy._ Sir if he have not, kill me, do what you will with me. - - _Laz._ How uncertain is the state of all mortal things! I have - these crosses from my Cradle, from my very Cradle, insomuch that - I do begin to grow desperate: Fortune I do despise thee, do thy - worst; yet when I do better gather my self together, I do find - it is rather the part of a wise man, to prevent the storms of - Fortune by stirring, than to suffer them by standing still, to pour - themselves upon his naked body. I will about it. - - _Count._ Who's within there? - - _Enter a Servingman._ - - Let this Gentleman out at the back door, forget not my - instructions, if you find any thing dangerous; trouble not - your self to find out me, but carry your informations to the - Lord _Lucio_, he is a man grave, and well experienced in these - businesses. - - [_Int._ Your Lordships Servant.] [_Exit Intelligencer and - Servingman._ - - _Laz._ Will it please your [worship walke]? - - _Count._ Sir I was coming, I will overtake you. - - _Laz._ I will attend you over against the Lord _Gonderinoes_ house. - - _Count._ You shall not attend there long. - - _Laz._ Thither must I to see my Loves face, the chaste - Virgin head - Of a dear Fish, yet pure and undeflowred, - Not known of man no rough bred countrey hand, - Hath once toucht thee, no Pandars withered paw, - Nor an un-napkin'd Lawyers greasie fist, - Hath once slubbered thee: no Ladies supple hand, - Wash'd o'er with Urine, hath yet seiz'd on thee - With her two nimble talents: no Court hand, - Whom his own natural filth, or change of air, - Hath bedeck'd with scabs, hath marr'd thy whiter grace: - Oh let it be thought lawful then for me, - To crop the flower of thy Virginity. [_Exit_ Lazarello. - - _Count._ This day I am for fools, I am all theirs, - Though like to our young wanton cocker'd heirs, - Who do affect those men above the rest, - In whose base company they still are best: - I do not with much labour strive to be - The wisest ever in the company: - But for a fool, our wisdom oft amends, - As enemies do teach us more than friends. [_Exit Count._ - - - - -_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Gondarino and his servants._ - - _Serv._ My Lord: - - _Gond._ Ha! - - _Serv._ Here's one hath brought you a present. - - _Gond._ From whom? from a woman? if it be from a woman, bid him - carrie it back, and tell her she's a whore; what is it? - - _Serv._ A Fish head my Lord. - - _Gond._ What Fish head? - - _Serv._ I did not aske that my Lord. - - _Gond._ Whence comes it? - - _Ser._ From the Court. - - _Gond._ O 'tis a Cods-head. - - _Serv._ No my Lord, 'tis some strange head, it comes from the Duke. - - _Gond._ Let it be carried to my Mercer, I doe owe him money for - silks, stop his mouth with that. [_Exit Serv._ - - Was there ever any man that hated his wife after death but I? - and for her sake all women, women that were created only for the - preservation of little dogs. - - _Enter Servant._ - - _Serv._ My Lord the Count's sister being overtaken in the streets, - with a great hail-storm, is light at your gate, and desires [room] - till the storm be overpast. - - _Gond._ Is she a woman? - - _Serv._ I my Lord I think so. - - _Gond._ I have none for her then: bid her get her gone, tell her - she is not welcome. - - _Serv._ My Lord, she is now comming up. - - _Gond._ She shall not come up, tell her any thing; tell her I have - but one great room in my house, and I am now in it at the close - stool. - - _Serv._ She's here my Lord. - - _Gond._ O impudence of women: I can keep dogs out of my house, or I - can defend my house against theeves, but I cannot keep out women. - - _Enter_ Oriana, _a waiting woman, and a Page_. - - Now Madam, what hath your Ladyship to say to me? - - _Oria._ My Lord, I was bold to crave the help of your house against - the storm. - - _Gond._ Your Ladyships boldness in coming will be impudence in - staying; for you are most unwelcome. - - _Oriana._ Oh my Lord! - - _Gond._ Doe you laugh? by the hate I bear to you, 'tis true. - - _Orian._ Y'are merry my Lord. - - _Gond._ Let me laugh to death if I be, or can be whilst thou art - here, or livest; or any of thy sex. - - _Oriana._ I commend your Lordship. - - _Gond._ Doe you commend me? why doe you commend me? I give you no - such cause: thou art a filthy impudent whore; a woman, a very woman. - - _Oria._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _Gond._ Begot when thy father was drunk. - - _Orian._ Your Lordship hath a good wit. - - _Gond._ How? what have I a good wit? - - _Orian._ Come my Lord, I have heard before of your Lordships merry - vain in jesting against our Sex, which I being desirous to hear, - made me rather choose your Lordships house, than any other, but I - know I am welcome. - - _Gond._ Let me not live if you be: me thinks it doth not become - you, to come to my house being a stranger to you, I have no woman - in my house, to entertain you, nor to shew you your chamber; why - should you come to me? I have no Galleries, nor banqueting houses, - nor bawdy pictures to shew your Ladyship. - - _Orian._ Believe me this your Lordships plain[n]ess makes me think - my self more welcome, than if you had sworn by all the pretty Court - oaths that are, I had been welcomer than your soul to your body. - - _Gond._ Now she's in, talking treason will get her out, I durst - sooner undertake to talk an Intelligencer out of the room, and - speak more than he durst hear, than talk a woman out of my company. - - _Enter a Servant._ - - _Serv._ My Lord the Duke being in the streets, and the storm - continuing, is entred your gate, and now coming up. - - _Gond._ The Duke! now I know your Errand Madam; you have plots and - private meetings in hand: why doe you choose my house? are you - asham'd to goe to't in the old coupling place, though it be less - suspicious here; for no Christian will suspect a woman to be in - my house? yet you may do it cleanlyer there, for there is a care - had of those businesses; and wheresoever you remove, your great - maintainer and you shall have your lodgings directly opposite, it - is but putting on your night-gown, and your s[l]ippers; Madam, you - understand me? - - _Orian._ Before I would not understand him, but now he speaks - riddles to me indeed. - - _Enter the Duke, Arrigo, and Lucio._ - - _Duke._ 'Twas a strange hail-storm. - - _Lucio._ 'Twas exceeding strange. - - _Gond._ Good morrow to your grace. - - _Duke._ Good morrow _Gonderino_. - - _Gond._ Justice great Prince. - - _Duke._ Why should you beg for justice, I never did you wrong; - What's the offendor? - - _Gond._ A woman. - - _Duke._ I know your ancient quarrell against that Sex; but what - hainous crime hath she committed? - - _Gond._ She hath gone abroad. - - _Duke._ What? it cannot be. - - _Gond._ She hath done it. - - _Duke._ How? I never heard of any woman that did so before. - - _Gond._ If she have not laid by that modesty - That should attend a Virgin, and, quite void - Of shame, hath left the house where she was born, - As they should never doe; let me endure - The pains that she should suffer. - - _Duke._ Hath she so? Which is the woman? - - _Gond._ This, this. - - _Duke._ How! _Arrigo? Lucio?_ - - _Gond._ I then it is a plot, no Prince alive - Shall force me make my house a Brothell house; - Not for the sins, but for the womans sake, - I will not have her in my doors so long: - Will they make my house as bawdy as their own are? - - _Duke._ Is it not _Oriana_? - - _Lucio._ 'Tis. - - _Duke._ Sister to Count _Valero_? - - _Arri._ The very same. - - _Duke._ She that I love? - - _Lucio._ She that you love. - - _Duke._ I do suspect. - - _Lucio._ So doe I. - - _Duke._ This fellow to be but a counterfeit, - One that doth seem to loath all woman-kind, - To hate himself, because he hath some part - Of woman in him; seems not to endure - To see, or to be seen of any woman, - Only, because he knows it is their nature - To wish to tast that which is most forbidden: - And with this shew he may the better compass - (And with far less suspition) his base ends. - - _Lucio._ Upon my life 'tis so. - - _Duke._ And I doe know, - Before his slain wife gave him that offence, - He was the greatest servant to that Sex - That ever was: what doth this Lady here - With him alone? why should he rail at her to me? - - _Lucio._ Because your grace might not suspect. - - _Duke._ 'Twas so: I doe love her strangely: - I would fain know the truth: counsell me. [_They three whisper._ - - _Enter Count, Lazarello, and his boy._ - - _Count._ It falls out better than we could expect Sir, that we - should find the Duke and my Lord _Gondarino_ together; both which - you desire to be acquainted with. - - _Laz._ 'Twas very happy: Boy, goe down into the kitchen, and see if - you can spy that same; I am now in some hope: I have me thinks a - kind of fever upon me. [_Exit Boy._ - - A certain gloominess within me, doubting as it were, betwixt two - passions: there is no young maid upon her wedding night, when - her husband sets first foot in the bed, blushes, and looks pale - again, oftner than I doe now. There is no Poet acquainted with - more shakings and quakings, towards the latter end of [his] new - play, when he's in that case, that he stands peeping betwixt [the] - Curtains, so fearfully that a Bottle of Ale cannot be opened, but - he thinks some body hisses, than I am at this instant. - - _Count._ Are they in consultation? If they be, either my young Duke - hath gotten some Bastard, and is persuading my Knight yonder to - father the child, and marry the wench, or else some Cock-pit is to - be built. - - _Laz._ My Lord! what Nobleman's that? - - _Count._ His name is _Lucio_, 'tis he that was made a Lord at the - request of some of his friends for his wives sake: he affects to - be a great States-man, and thinks it consists in night-caps and - jewells, and tooth-picks. - - _Laz._ And what's that other? - - _Count._ A Knight Sir, that pleaseth the Duke to favour, and to - raise to some extraordinary fortunes, he can make as good men as - himself, every day in the week, and doth-- - - _Laz._ For what was he raised? - - _Count._ Truely Sir, I am not able to say directly, for what; But - for wearing of red breeches as I take it; he's a brave man, he will - spend three Knighthoods at a Supper without Trumpets. - - _Laza._ My Lord I'll talk with him, for I have a friend, that would - gladly receive the humor. - - _Count._ If he have the itch of Knighthood upon him, let him repair - to that Physitian, he'll cure him: but I will give you a note; is - your friend fat or lean? - - _Laz._ Something fat. - - _Count._ 'Twill be the worse for him. - - _Laza._ I hope that's not material. - - _Count._ Very much, for there is an impost set upon Knighthoods, & - your friend shall pay a Noble in the pound. - - _Duke._ I doe not like examinations, - We shall find out the truth more easily, - Some other way less noted, and that course, - Should not be us'd, till we be sure to prove - Some thing directly, for when they perceive - Themselves suspected, they will then provide - More warily to answer. - - _Luc._ Doth she know your Grace doth love her? - - _Duke._ She hath never heard it. - - _Luc._ Then thus my Lord. [_They whisper_ - - _Laz._ What's he that walks [_again_ - alone so sadly with his hands behind him? - - _Count._ The Lord of the house, he that you desire to be acquainted - with, he doth hate women for the same cause that I love them. - - _Laz._ What's that? - - _Count._ For that which Apes want: you perceive me Sir? - - _Laz._ And is he sad? Can he be sad that hath so rich a gem under - his roof, as that which I doe follow. What young Lady's that? - - _Count._ Which? Have I mine eye-sight perfect, 'tis my sister: - did I say the Duke had a Bastard? What should she make here with - him and his Councell? She hath no papers in her hand to petition - to them, she hath never a husband in prison, whose release she - might sue for: That's a fine trick for a wench; to get her husband - clapt up, that she may more freely, and with less suspition, visit - the private studies of men in authority. Now I doe discover their - consultation, yon fellow is a Pander without all salvation: But let - me not condemn her too rashly without weighing the matter; she's a - young Lady, she went forth early this morning with a waiting woman, - and a Page, or so: This is no garden house; in my conscience she - went forth with no dishonest intent: for she did not pretend going - to any Sermon in the further end of the City: Neither went she - to see any odd old Gentlewoman, that mourns for the death of her - husband, or the loss of her friend, and must have young Ladys come - to comfort her: those are the damnable Bawds: 'Twas no set meeting - certainly; for there was no wafer-woman with her these three days - on my knowledge: I'll talk with her; Good morrow my Lord. - - _Gond._ Y'are welcome Sir: here's her brother come now to doe a - kind office for his sister; is it not strange? - - _Count._ I am glad to meet you here sister. - - _Orian._ I thank you good brother: and if you doubt of the cause of - my coming I can satisfie you. - - _Count._ No faith, I dare trust thee, I doe suspect thou art - honest; for it is so rare a thing to be honest amongst you, that - some one man in an age, may perhaps suspect some two women to be - honest, but never believe it verily. - - _Luci._ Let your return be suddain. - - _Arri._ U[n]suspected by them. - - _Duke._ It shall; so shall I best perceive their Love, if there be - any; Farewell. - - _Count._ Let me entreat your grace to stay a little, - To know a gentleman, to whom your self - Is much beholding; he hath made the sport - For your whole Court these eight years, on my knowledge. - - _Duke._ His name? - - _Count. Lazarello._ - - _Duke._ I heard of him this morning, which is he? - - _Count. Lazarello_, pluck up thy spirits, thy [Fortuns are] now - raising, the Duke calls for thee, and thou shalt be acquainted with - him. - - _Laz._ He's going away, and I must of necessity stay here upon - business. - - _Count._ 'Tis all one, thou shalt know him first. - - _Laz._ Stay a little, if he should offer to take me away with him, - and by that means I should loose that I seek for; but if he should - I will not goe with him. - - _Count. Lazarello_, the Duke stayes, wilt thou lose this - opportunity? - - _Laz._ How must I speak to him? - - _Count._ 'Twas well thought of: you must not talk to him as you doe - to an ordinary man, honest plain sence, but you must wind about - him: for example, if he should aske you what a clock it is, you - must not say; If it please your grace 'tis nine; but thus; thrice - three a clock, so please my Sovereign: or thus; - - Look how many Muses there doth dwell - Upon the sweet banks of the learned Well; - And just so many stroaks the clock hath struck, - And so forth; And you must now and then enter into a description. - - _Laz._ I hope I shall doe it. - - _Count._ Come: May it please your grace to take note of a - Gentleman, wel seen, deeply read, and throughly grounded in the - hidden knowledge of all sallets and potherbs whatsoever. - - _Duke._ I shall desire to know him more inwardly. - - _Laz._ I kiss the Oxe-hide of your graces foot. - - _Count._ Very well: will your grace question him a little? - - _Duke._ How old are you? - - _Laz._ Full eight and twenty several Almanacks - Have been compiled, all for several years - Since first I drew this breath, four prentiships - Have I most truely served in this world: - And eight and twenty times hath _Phœbus_ Car - Run out his yearly course since. - - _Duke._ I understand you Sir. - - _Luci._ How like an ignorant Poet he talks. - - _Duke._ You are eight and twenty year[e] old? what time of the day - doe you hold it to be? - - _Laz._ About the time that mortals whet their knives - On thresholds, on their shooe sol[e]s, and on stairs, - New bread is grating, and the testy Cook - Hath much to doe now, now the Tables all. - - _Duk._ 'Tis almost dinner time? - - _Laz._ Your grace doth apprehend me very rightly. - - _Count._ Your grace shall find him in your further conference - Grave, wise, courtly, and scholar like, understandingly read - In the necessities of the life of man. - He knows that man is mortal by his birth; - He knows that man must dye, and therefore live; - He knows that [man] must live, and therefore eat, - - And if it shall please your grace, to accompany your self with - him, I doubt not, but that he will, at the least, make good my - commendations. - - _Duk._ Attend us _Lazarello_, we doe want - Men of such Action, as we have received you - Reported from your honorable friend. - - _Laza._ Good my Lord stand betwixt me and my overthrow, you know - I'm ti'd here, and may not depart, my gracious Lord, so waightie - are the businesses of mine own, which at this time do call upon me, - that I will rather chuse to die, than to neglect them. - - _Count._ Nay you shall [well] perceive, besides the virtues that I - have alreadie inform'd you of, he hath a stomach which will stoop - to no Prince alive. - - _Duk._ Sir at your best leisure, I shall thirst to see you. - - _Laza._ And I shall hunger for it. - - _Duk._ Till then farewell all. - - _Gon. Count._ Long life attend your Grace. - - _Duk._ I doe not tast this sport, _Arrigo, Lucio._ - - _Arrigo. Luci._ We doe attend. [_Exeunt Duke, Arrigo, Lucio._ - - _Gond._ His grace is gone, and hath left his _Hellen_ with me, I'm - no pander for him, neither can I be won with the hope of gain, or - the itching desire of tasting my Lords lecherie to him, to keep her - at (my house) or bring her in disguise, to his bed Chamber. - - The twyns of Adders, and of Scorpions - About my naked brest, will seem to me - More tickling than those claspes, which men adore; - The lustfull, dull, ill spirited embraces - Of women; The much praysed _Amazones_, - Knowing their own infirmities so well, - Made of themselves a people, and what men - They take amongst them, they condemne to die, - Perceiving that their folly made them fit - To live no longer that would willingly - Come in the worthless presence of a woman. - I will attend, and see what my young Lord will doe with his sister. - - _Enter Lazarilloes Boy._ - - _Boy._ My Lord; The fish head is gone again. - - _Count._ W[h]ither? - - _Boy._ I know whither my Lord. - - _Count._ Keep it from _Lazarillo_: Sister shall I confer with you - in private, to know the cause of the Dukes coming hither, I know he - makes you acquainted with his business of State. - - _Oria._ I'll satisfie you brother, for I see you are jealous of me. - - _Gond._ Now there shall be some course taken for her conveiance. - - _Laza. Lazarillo_, thou art happy, thy carriage hath begot love, - and that love hath brought forth fruits; thou art here in the - company of a man honorable, that will help thee to tast of the - bounties of the Sea, and when thou hast so done thou shalt retire - thy self unto the court, and there tast of the delicates of the - earth, and be great in the eyes of thy Soveraign: now no more shalt - thou need to scramble for thy meat, nor remove thy stomach with - the Court; But thy credit shall command thy hearts desire, and all - novelties shall be sent as presents unto thee. - - _Count._ Good Sister, when you see your own time, wil[l] you return - home. - - _Oria._ Yes brother, and not before. - - _Laza._ I will grow popular in this State, and overthrow the - fortunes of a number, that live by extortion. - - _Count. Lazarello_, bestirr thy self nimbly and sodainly, and - hear me with patience [to hear]. - - _Laza._ Let me not fall from my self; Speak I'm bound. - - _Count._ So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear the fish head - is gone, and we know not whither. - - _Laza._ I will not curse, nor swear, nor rage, nor rail, - Nor with contemptuous tongue, accuse my Fate; - Though I might justly doe it, nor will I - Wish my self uncreated for this evil: - Shall I entreat your Lordship to be seen - A little longer in the company - Of a man cross'd by Fortune? - - _Count._ I hate to leave my friend in his extremities. - - _Laza._ 'Tis noble in you, then I take your hand, - And doe protest, I doe not follow this - For any malice or for private ends, - But with a love, as gentle and as chast, - As that a brother to his sister bears: - And if I see this fish head yet unknown; - The last words that my dying father spake, - Before his eye strings brake, shall not of me - So often be remembred, as our meeting: - Fortune attend me, as my ends are just, - Full of pure love, and free from servile lust. - - _Count._ Farwell my Lord, I was entreated to invite your Lordship - to a Lady's upsiting. - - _Gond._ O my ears, why Madam, will not you follow your brother? you - are waited for by great men, heel bring you to him. - - _Oria._ I'm very well my Lord, you doe mistake me, if you think I - affect greater company than your self. - - _Gond._ What madness possesseth thee, that thou canst imagine me a - fit man to entertain [Ladies]; I tell thee, I doe use to tear their - hair, to kick them, and [to] twindge their noses, if they be not - carefull in avoiding me. - - _Oria._ Your Lordship may discant upon your own behavior as please - you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appeares in my eye, - that I mean not to leave you yet. - - _[Go]nd._ I shall grow rough. - - _Oria._ A rough carriage is best in a man, - I'll dine with you my Lord. - - _Gond._ Why I will starve thee, thou shalt have nothing. - - _Oria._ I have heard of your Lordships nothing, I'll put that to - the venture. - - _Gond._ Well thou shalt have meat, I'll send it to thee. - - _Oria._ I'll keep no state my Lord, neither doe I mourn, I'll dine - with you. - - _Gond._ Is such a thin[g] as this allowed to live? - What power hath let the[e] loose upon the earth - To plague us for our Sins? Out of my doors. - - _Oria._ I would your Lordship did but see how well - This fury doth become you, it doth shew - So neer the life, as it were natural. - - _Gond._ O thou damn'd woman, I will flie the vengeance - That hangs above thee, follow if thou dar'st. [_Exit Gondarino._ - - _Oria._ I must not leave this fellow, I will torment him to madness, - To teach his passions against kind to move, - The more he hates, the more I'll seem to love. - - [_Exeunt Oriana and Maid._ - - _Enter Pandar and Mercer a citizen._ - - _Pand._ Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, I wear no[t] - this black cloak for nothing. - - _Mer._ Perform this, help me to this great heir by learning, and - you shall want no black cloaks; taffaties, silkgrogra[m]s, sattins - and velvets are mine, they shall be yours; perform what you have - promis'd, and you shall make me a lover of Sciences, I will study - the learned languages, and keep my shop-book in Latine. - - _Pand._ Trouble me not now, I will not fail you within this hour at - your shop. - - _Mer._ Let Art have her course. [_Exit Mercer._ - - _Enter Curtezan._ - - _Pand._ 'Tis well spoken, _Madona_. - - _Mad._ Hast thou brought me any customers. - - _Pan._ No. - - _Ma._ What the devil do'st thou in black? - - _Pa._ As all solemn professors of setled courses, doe cover my - knavery with it: will you marry a citizen; Reasonably rich, and - unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, mony in his purse, and no - wit in his head? - - _Ma._ Out upon him, I could have [bin] otherwise than so, there was - a Knight swore he would have had me, if I would have lent him but - forty shillings to have redeem'd his cloak, to goe to Church in. - - _Pan._ Then your wastcote wayter shall have him, call her in! - - _Ma. Francessina!_ - - _Fr._ Anon! - - _Ma._ Get you to the Church, and shrive your self, - For you shall be richly marryed anon. - - _Pan._ And get you after her, I will work upon my citizen whilst - he is warm, I must not suffer him to consult with his neighbours, - the openest fools are hardly cousened, if they once grow jealous. - [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Gondarino flying the Lady._ - - _Gond._ Save me ye better powers, let me not fall - Between the lo[o]se embracements of a woman: - Heaven, if my Sins be ripe grown to a head, - And must attend your vengeance: I beg not to divert my fate, - Or to reprive a while thy punishment - Only I crave, and hear me equall heavens, - Let not your furious rod, that must afflict me - Be that imperfect peece of nature, - That art makes up, woman, unsatiate woman. - Had we not knowing souls, at first infus'd - To teach a difference, 'twixt extremes and goods? - Were we not made our selves, free, unconfin'd - Commanders of our own affections? - And can it be, that this most perfect creature, - This image of his maker, well squar'd man, - Should leave the handfast, that he had of grace, - To fall into a womans easie armes. - - _Enter Oriana._ - - _Orian._ Now _Venus_, be my speed, inspire me with all the severall - subtil temptations, that thou hast already given, or hast in store - heareafter to bestow upon our Sex: grant that I may apply that - Physick that is most apt to work upon him: whether he will soonest - be mov'd with wantonness, singing, dancing; or being passionate, - with scorn; or with sad and serious looks, cunningly mingled with - sighs, with smiling, lisping, kissing the hand, and making short - curt'sies, Or with whatsoever other nimble power, he may be caught, - doe thou infuse into me, and when I have him, I will sacrifice him - up to thee. - - _Gond._ It comes again; New apparitions, - And tempting spirits: Stand and reveal thy self, - Tell why thou followest me! I fear thee - As I fear the place thou cam'st from: Hell. - - _Orian._ My Lord, I 'm a woman, and such a one-- - - _Gond._ That I hate truely, thou hadst better bin a devill. - - _Orian._ Why my unpatient Lord? - - _Gond._ Devils were once good, there they excell'd you wom[e]n. - - _Orian._ Can ye be so uneasie, can ye freeze, and - Such a summers heat so ready - To dissolve? nay gentle Lord, turn not away in scorn, - Nor hold me less fair than I am: look on these cheeks, - They have yet enough of nature, true complexion, - If to be red and white, a forehead high, - An easie melting lip, a speaking eye, - And such a tongue, whose language takes the ear - Of strict religion, and men most austere: - If these may hope to please, look here. - - _Gond._ This woman with entreaty wo'd show all, - Lady there lies your way, I pray ye farewell. - - _Orian._ Y'are yet too harsh, too dissonant, - There's no true musick in your words, my Lord. - - _Gond._ What shall I give thee to be gone? - - Here's ta, and tha wants lodging, take my house, 'tis big enough, - 'tis thine own, 'twill hold five leacherous Lords, and their - lackies without discovery: there's stoves and bathing tubs. - - _Orian._ Dear Lord: y'are too wild. - - _Gond._ Shalt have a Doctor too, thou shalt, 'bout six and twentie, - 'tis a pleasing age; Or I can help thee to a handsome Usher: or if - thou lack'st a page, I'll give thee one, preethee keep house, and - leave me. - - _Oria._ I doe confess I'm too easie, too much woman, - Not coy enough to take affection, - Yet I can frown and nip a passion, - Even in the bud: I can say - Men please their present heats; Then please to leave us. - I can hold off, and, by my Chymick power, - Draw Sonnets from the melting lovers brain; - _Ayme's_, and _Elegies_: yet to you my Lord - My Love, my better self, I put these off, - Doing that office, not befits our sex, - Entreat a man to love; - Are ye not yet relenting? ha'ye blood and Spirit - In those veins? ye are no image, though ye be as hard - As marble: sure ye have no liver, if ye had, - 'Twould send a lively and desiring heat - To every member; Is not this miserable? - A thing so truely form'd, shapt out by Symetry, - Has all the organs that belong to man, - And working too, yet to shew all these - Like dead motions moving upon wyers? - Then good my Lord, leave off what you have been, - And freely be what you were first intended for, a man. - - _Gond._ Thou art a precious peece of slie damnation, - I will be deaf, I will lock up my ears, - Tempt me not, I will not love; If I doe. - - _Oria._ Then I'll hate you. - - _Gond._ Let me be 'nointed with hony, and turn'd into the Sun, - To be stung to death with horse-flies, - Hear'st thou, thou breeder, here I'll sit, - And, in despight of thee, I will say nothing. - - _Oria._ Let me with your fair patience, sit beside you. - - _Gond._ Madam, Lady, tempter, tongue, woman, ayr. - Look to me, I shall kick; I say again, - Look to me I shall kick. - - _Oria._ I cannot think your better knowledg[e] can use a woman so - uncivilly. - - _Gond._ I cannot think, I shall become a coxcombe, - To ha'my hair curl'd, by an idle finger, - My cheeks turn Tabers, and be plaid upon, - Mine eyes lookt babies in, and my nose blowd to my hand, - I say again I shall kick, sure I shall. - - _Oria._ 'Tis but your outside that you shew, I know your mind - Never was guilty of so great a weakness, - Or could the to[n]gues of all men joyn'd together. - Possess me with a thought of your dislike - My weakness were above a womans, to fall off - From my affection, for one crack of thunder, - O wo'd you could love, my Lord. - - _Gond._ I wo'd thou wouldst sit still, and say nothing: what - mad-man let thee lo[o]se to do more mischief than a dousen - whirlwinds, keep thy hands in thy muff, and warm the idle worms in - thy fingers ends: will ye be doing still? will no entreating serve - ye? no lawfull warning? I must remove and leave your Ladyship; Nay - never hope to stay me, for I will run, from that Smooth, Smiling, - Witching, Cousening, Tempting, Damning face of thine, as far as I - can find any land, where I will put my self into a daily course of - Curses for thee, and all thy Familie. - - _Oria._ Nay good my Lord sit still, I'll promise peace - And fold mine Armes up, let but mine eye discourse; - Or let my voyce, set to some pleasing cord, sound out - The sullen strains of my neglected love. - - _Gond._ Sing till thou crack thy treble-string in peeces, - And when thou hast done, put up thy pipes and walk, - Doe any thing, sit still and tempt me not. - - _Oria._ I had rather sing at doors for bread, than sing to this - fellow, but for hate: if this should be told in the Court, that I - begin to woe Lords, what a troop of the untrust nobilitie should I - have at my lodging to morrow morning. - - SONG. - - _Come sleep, and with th[y] sweet deceiving,_ - _Lock me in delight a while,_ - _Let some pleasing Dreams beguile_ - _All my fancies; That from thence,_ - _I may feel an influence,_ - _All my powers of care bereaving._ - _Though but a shadow, but a sliding,_ - _Let me know some little Joy,_ - _We that suffer long anoy_ - _Are contented with a thought_ - _Through an idle fancie wrought_ - _O let my joyes, have some abiding._ - - _Gond._ Have you done your wassayl? 'tis a handsome drowsie dittie - I'll assure ye, now I had as leave hear a Cat cry, when her tail - is cut off, as hear these lamentations, these lowsie love-layes, - these bewailements: you think you have caught me Lady, you think I - melt now, like a dish of May butter, and run, all into brine, and - passion, yes, yes, I 'm taken, look how I cross my arms, look pale, - and dwyndle, and wo'd cry, but for spoyling my face; we must part, - nay we'll avoyd all Ceremony, no kissing Lady, I desire to know - your Ladiship no more; death of my soul the Duke! - - _Oria._ God keep your Lordship. - - _Gond._ From thee and all thy sex. - - _Oria._ I'll be the Clark, and crie, _Amen_, - Your Lordships ever assured enemie _Oriana_. - - [_Exit. Oriana, Manet Gondarino._ - - -_Actius Tertius. Scæna Secunda._ - - _Enter Duke, Arrigo, Lucia._ - - _Gond._ All the days good, attend your Lordship. - - _Duk._ We thank you _Gondarino_, is it possible? - Can belief lay hold on such a miracle, - To see thee, one that hath cloyst'red up all passion, - Turn'd wilfull votary, and forsworn converse with women, in - company and fair discourse, with the best beauty of _Millain_? - - _Gon._ 'Tis true, and if your Grace that hath the sway - Of the whole State, will suffer this lude sex, - These women, to pursue us to our homes, - Not to be prayd, no[r] to be rail'd away, - But they will woe, and dance, and sing, - And, in a manner, looser than they are - By nature (which should seem impossible) - To throw their armes, on our unwilling necks. - - _Duk._ No more, I can see through your vissore, dissemble it no more. - Doe not I know thou hast us'd all Art, - To work upon the poor simplicitie - Of this yong Maid, that yet hath known none ill? - Thinkest that damnation will fright those that wooe - From oaths, and lies? But yet I think her chast, - And will from thee, before thou shalt apply - Stronger temptations, bear her hence with me. - - _Gond._ My Lord, I speak not this to gain new grace, - But howsoever you esteeme my words, - My love and dutie will not suffer me - To see you favour such a prostitute, - And I stand by dumb; Without Rack, Torture, - Or Strappado, I[le] unrip my self: - - I doe confess I was in company with that pleasing peece of - frailtie, that we call woman; I doe confess after a long and - tedious seige, I yielded. - - _Duke._ Forward. - - _Gond._ Faith my Lord to come quickly to the point, the woman you - saw with me is a whore; An arrant whore. - - _Duke._ Was she not Count _Valores_ Sister? - - _Gond._ Yes, that Count _Valores_ Sister is naught. - - _Duk._ Thou dar'st not say so. - - _Gond._ Not if it be distasting to your Lordship, but give me - freedome, and I dare maintain, she ha's imbrac'd this body, and - grown to it as close, as the hot youthfull vine to the elme. - - _Duk._ Twice have I seen her with thee, twice my thoughts were - prompted by mine eye, to hold thy strictness false and imposterous: - Is this your mewing up, your strict retirement, your bitterness - and gaul against that sex? Have I not heard thee say, thou wouldst - sooner meet the _Basilisks_ dead doing eye, than meet a woman for - an object? Look it be true you tell me, or by our countries Saint - your head goes off: if thou prove a whore, no womans face shall - ever move me more. [_Exeunt. Manet Gondarino._ - - _Gond._ So, so, 'tis as 't should be, are women grown so mankind? - Must they be wooing, I have a plot shall blow her up, she flyes, - she mounts; I'll teach her Ladyship to dare my fury, I will be - known, and fear'd, and more truely hated of women than an Eunuch. - - _Enter Oriana._ - - She's here again, good gaul be patient, for I must dissemble. - - _Orian._ Now my cold, frosty Lord, my woman-Hater, you that have - sworn an everlasting hate to all our sex: by my troth good Lord, - and as I'm yet a maid, my thought 'twas excellent sport to hear - your honor swear out an Alphabet, chafe nobly like a Generall, kick - like a resty Jade, and make ill faces: Did your good Honor think I - was in love? where did I first begin to take that heat? From those - two radiant eyes, that piercing sight? oh they were lovely, if the - balls stood right; and there's a leg made out of a dainty staff. - Where, the Gods be thanked, there is calf enough. - - _Gond._ Pardon him Lady, that is now a convert[ite]. - Your beauty, like a Saint hath wrought this wonder. - - _Oriana._ Alass, ha's it been prick'd at the heart? is the stomach - come down? will it rail no more at women, and call 'em Divells, she - Cats, and Goblins? - - _Gond._ He that shall marry thee, had better spend the poor - remainder of his days in a dung-barge, for two pence a week, and - find him self. - - Down again Spleen, I prethee down again, shall I find favour Lady? - shall at length my true unfeigned penitence get pardon for my harsh - unseasoned follies? I'm no more an Atheist, no I doe acknowledge, - that dread powerfull Deity, and his all quic'kning heats burn in - my breast: oh be not as I was, hard unrelenting; but as I [am], be - partner of my fires. - - _Oria._ Sure we [shall] have store of Larks, the Skies will not - hold up long, I should have look'd as soon for Frost in the dog - days, or another Inundation, as hop'd this strange conversion above - miracle: let me look upon your Lordship; is your name _Gondarino_? - are you _Millains_ Generall, that great Bugbear bloody-bones, at - whose name all women, from the Lady to the Landress, shake like a - cold fit? - - _Gond._ Good patience help me, this Fever will inrage my blood - again: Madam I'm that man; I'm even he that once did owe - unreconcil'd hate to you, and all that bear the name of woman: I'm - the man that wrong'd your Honor to the Duke: [I am hee] that said - you were unchast, and prostitute, yet I'm he that dare deny all - this. - - _Orian._ Your big Nobility is very merry. - - _Gond._ Lady 'tis true that I have wrong'd you thus, - And my contritio[n] is as true as that, - Yet have I found a means to make all good again, - I doe beseech your beautie, not for my self, - My merits are yet in conception, - But for your honors safety and my zeal - Retire a while, while I unsay my self unto the Duke, - And cast out that [evill] Spirit I have possest him with, - I have a house conveniently private. - - _Ori._ Lord, thou hast wrong'd my innocence, but thy confession - hath gain'd thee faith. - - _Gond._ By the true honest service, that I owe th[o]se eyes - My meaning is as spotless as my faith. - - _Oria._ The Duke doubt mine honor? a may judge [strangely,] - 'Twill not be long, before I'll be enlarg'd again. - - _Gond._ A day or two. - - _Orian._ Mine own servants shall attend me. - - _Gond._ Your Ladyships command is good. - - _Orian._ Look you be true. [_Exit Oriana._ - - _Gond._ Else let me lose the hopes my soul aspires to: I will be - a scourge to all females in my life, and after my death, the name - of _Gondarino_ shall be terrible to the mighty women of the earth; - They shall shake at my name, and at the sound of it, their knees - shall knock together; And they shall run into Nunneries, for they - and I are beyond all hope irreconcilable: for if I could endure an - ear with a hole in't, or a pleated lock, or a bare headed Coachman, - that sits like a sign where great Lad[ie]s are to be sold within; - agreement betwixt us, were not to be dispaired of; if I could be - but brought to endure to see women, I would have them come all once - a week, and kiss me, [where] Witches doe the devill, in token of - homage: I must not live here; I will to the Court, and there pursue - my plot; when it hath took, women shall stand in awe, but of my - look. [_Exit._ - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Tertia._ - - _Enter two Intelligencers, discovering treason in the_ - _Courtiers words._ - - _1 Intel._ There take your standing, be close and vigilant, here - will I set my self, and let him look to his language, a shall know - the Duke has more ears in Court than two. - - _2 Int._ I'll quote him to a tittle, let him speak wisely, and - plainly, and as hidden as a can, or I shall crush him, a shall not - scape charracters, though a speak Babel, I shall crush him: we have - a Fortune by this service hanging over us, that within this year - or two, I hope we shall be called to be examiners, wear politick - gowns garded with copper lace, making great faces full of fear and - office, our labors may deserve this. - - _1 Int._ I hope it shall: why has not many men been raised from - this worming trade, first to gain good access to great men, then to - have commissions out for search, and lastly, to be worthily nam'd - at a great Arraignment: yes, and why not we? They that endeavor - well deserve their Fee. Close, close, a comes: mark well, and all - goes well. - - _Enter Count, Lazarello, and his Boy._ - - _Laz._ Farewell my hopes, my Anchor now is broken, - Farewell my _quondam_ joys, of which no token - Is now remaining, such is the sad mischance, - Where Lady Fortune leads the slipp'ry dance. - Yet at the length, let me this favour have, - Give me my wishes, or a wished grave. - - _Count._ The gods defend so brave and valiant maw, - Should slip into the never satiate jaw - Of black Despair; no, thou shalt live and know - Thy full desires, hunger thy ancient foe, - Shall be subdued; those guts that daily tumble - Through ayr and appetite, shall cease to rumble: - And thou shalt now at length obtain thy dish, - That noble part, the sweet head of a fish. - - _Laz._ Then am I greater than the Duke. - - _2 Int._ There, there's a notable peece of treason, greater than - the Duke, mark that. - - _Count._ But how, or where, or when this shall be compas'd, is yet - out of my reach. - - _Laz._ I am so truely miserable, that might - I be now knockt oth' head, with all my heart - I would forgive a dog-killer. - - _Count._ Yet doe I see through this confusedness some little com[f]ort. - - _Laz._ The plot my Lord, as er'e you came of a woman, discover. - - _1 Int._ Plots, dangerous plots, I will deserve by this most liberally. - - _Count._ 'Tis from my head again. - - _Laz._ O that it would stand me, that I might fight, or have - some venture for it, that I might be turn'd loose, to try my - fortune amongst the whole frie in a Colledge, or an Inn of - Court; or scramble with the prisoners in the dungeon; nay - were it set down in the [owter] court, - And all the Guard about it in a ring, - With their knives drawn, which were a dismall sight, - And after twenty leisurely were told, - I to be let loose only in my shirt, - To trie the valour, how much of the spoyl, - I would recover from the enemies mouths: - [I would accept the challenge. - - _Count._ Let it go: hast not thou beene held - To have some wit in the Court, and to make fine jests] - Upon country people in progress time, and - Wilt thou lose this opinion, for the cold head of a Fish? - I say, let it goe: I'll help thee to as good a dish of meat. - - _Laz._ God let me not live, if I doe not wonder, - Men should talk so profanely: - But it is not in the power of loose words, - Of any vain or misbeleeving man, - To make me dare to wrong thy purity. - Shew me but any Lady in the Court, - That hath so full an eye, so sweet a breath, - So soft and white a flesh: this doth not lie - In almond gloves, nor ever hath bin washt - In artificiall baths: no traveller - That hath brought doctor home with him, hath dar'd - With all his waters, powders, Fucusses, - To make thy lovely corps sophisticate. - - _Count._ I have it, 'tis now infus'd, be comforted. - - _Laz._ Can there be that little hope yet left in nature? shall I - once more erect up Trophies? Shall I enjoy the sight of my dear - Saint, and bless my pallate with the best of creatures, ah good my - Lord, by whom I breathe again, shall I receive this Being? - - _Count._ Sir I have found by certain calculation, and setled - revolution of the stars, the Fish is sent by the Lord _Gondarino_ - to his Mercer, now 'tis a growing hope to know where 'tis. - - _Laz._ O 'tis far above the good of women, the _Pathick_ cannot - yield more pleasing titilation. - - _Count._ But how to compass it, search, cast about, and bang your - brai[n]s, _Lazarello_, thou art too dull and heavy to deserve a - blessing. - - _Laz._ My Lord, I will not be idle; now _Lazarello_, think, think, - think. - - _Count._ Yonder's my informer - And his fellow with table books, they nod at me - Upon my life, they have poor _Lazarello_, that beats - His brains about no such waighty matter, in for - Treason before this-- - - _Laz._ My Lord, what doe you think, if I should shave my self, - Put on midwives apparell, come in with a hand-kercher, - And beg a piece for a great bellied woman, or a sick child? - - _Count._ Good, very good. - - _Laz._ Or corrupt the waiting prentise to betray the reversion. - - _1 Inte._ There's another point in's plot, [corrupt] with money; to - betray: sure 'tis some Fort a means: mark, have a care. - - _Laz._ And 'twere the bare vinegar 'tis eaten with, it would in - some sort satisfie nature: but might I once attain the dish it - self, though I cut out my means through sword[s] and fire, through - poison, through any thing that may make good my hopes. - - _2 Int._ Thanks to the gods, and our officiousness, the plots - discover'd, fire, steel, and poison, burn the Palace, kill the Duke - and poison his privie Councell. - - _Count._ To the mercers, let me see: how, if before we can attain - the means, to make up our acquaintance, the fish be eaten? - - _Laz._ If it be eaten, here he stands, that is the most dejected, - most unfortunate, miserable, accursed, forsaken slave this Province - yields: I will not sure outlive it, no I will dye bravely, and like - a Roman; and after death, amidst the Elizian shades, I'll meet my - love again. - - _1 In._ I will dye bravely, like a Roman: have a care, mark that, - when he hath done all, he will kill himself. - - _Count._ Will nothing ease your appetite but this? - - _Laz._ No could the Sea throw up his vastness, - And offer free his best inhabitants: 'twere not so much as - a bare temptation to me. - - _Count._ If you could be drawn to affect Beef, Venison, - or Fowl, 'twould be far the better. - - _Laza._ I doe beseech your Lordships patience, - I doe confess that in this heat of blood, - I have contemn'd all dull and grosser meats, - But I protest I doe honor a Chine of Beef, - I doe reverence a loyn of Veal, - But good my Lord, give me leave a little to adore this: - But my good Lord, would your Lordship, under color of - taking up some silks, goe to the Mercers, I would in all - humilitie attend your honor, where we may be invited, if - Fortune stand propitious. - - _Count._ Sir you shall work me as you please. - - _Laza._ Let it be suddenly, I doe beseech your Lordship, 'tis now - upon the point of dinner time. - - _Count._ I am all yours. [_Exeunt Lazarello and Count._ - - _1 In._ Come let us confer, Imprimis he saith, like a blasphemous - villain, he's greater than the Duke, this peppers him, and there - were nothing else. - - _2 In._ Then he was naming plots; did you not hear? - - _1 In._ Yes but he fell from that unto discovery, to corrupt by - money, and so attain. - - _2 In._ I, I, he meant some Fort, or Cyttadell the Duke hath, his - very face betraid his meaning, O he is [a] very subtile and a - dangerous knave, but if he deal a Gods name, we shall worm him. - - _1 In._ But now comes the Stroak, the fatall blow, Fire, Sword and - Poyson, O Canibal, thou bloody Canibal. - - _2 In._ What had become of this poor state, had [not we] been? - - _1 In._ Faith it had lyen buried in his own ashes; had not a - greater hand been in't. - - _2 In._ But note the rascalls resolution, after th'acts done, - because he wo'd avoid all fear of torture, and cousen the Law, he - wo'd kill himself; was there ever the like danger brought to light - in this age? sure we shall merit much, we shall be able to keep - two men a peece, and a two handsword between us, we will live in - favour of the State, betray our ten or twelve treasons a week, and - the people shall fear us: come, to the Lord _Lucio_, the Sun shall - not goe down till he be hang'd. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Quarta._ - - _Enter Mercer._ - - _Mer._ Look to my shop, and if there come ever a Scholar in black, - let him speak with me; we that are shopkeepers in good trade, are - so pester'd, that we can scarce pick out an hour for our mornings - meditation: and howsoever we are all accounted dull, and common - jesting stocks for your gallants; There are some of us doe not - deserve it: for, for my own part, I doe begin to be given to my - book, I love a scholar with my heart, for questionless there are - merveilous things to be done by Art: why Sir, some of them will - tell you what is become of horses, and silver spoons, and will make - wenches dance naked to their beds: I am yet unmarried, and because - some of our neighbours are said to be Cuckolds, I will never - [marrie] without the consent of some of these scholars, that know - what will come of it. - - _Enter Pander._ - - _Pan._ Are you busie Sir? - - _Mer._ Never to you Sir, nor to any of your coat. Sir is there any - thing to be done by Art, concerning the great heir we talk'd on? - - _Pan._ Will she, nill she: she shall come running into my house at - the farther corner, in Sa. Marks street, betwixt three and four. - - _Mer._ Betwixt three and four? she's brave in cloaths, is she not? - - _Pan._ O rich! rich! where should I get cloaths to dress her in? - Help me invention: Sir, that her running through the street may - be less noted, my Art more shown, and your fear to speak with her - less, she shall come in a white wastcoat, And-- - - _Mer._ What shall she? - - _Pan._ And perhaps torn stockings, she hath left her old wont else. - - _Enter Prentice._ - - _Pren._ Sir my Lord _Gond._ hath sent you a rare fish head. - - _Mer._ It comes right, all things sute right with me since I began - to love scholars, you shall have it home with you against she come: - carrie it to this Gentleman's house. - - _Pan._ The fair white house at the farther corner at S. Marks - street, make haste, I must leave you too Sir, I have two hours to - study; buy a new Accedence, and ply your book, and you shall want - nothing that all the scholars in the Town can doe for you. [_Exit - Pander._ - - _Mer._ Heaven prosper both our studies, what a dull slave was I - before I fell in love with this learning! not worthy to tread upon - the earth, & what fresh hopes it hath put in to me! I doe hope - within this twelve-month to be able by Art to serve the Court with - silks, and not undoe my self; to trust Knights, and yet get in my - money again; to keep my wife brave, and yet she keep no body else - so. - - _Enter Count, and Lazarello._ - - Your Lordship is most honourably welcome in regard of your - Nobility; but most especialy in regard of your scholarship: did - your Lordship come openly? - - _Count._ Sir this cloak keeps me private, besides no man will - suspect me to be in the company of this Gentleman, with whom, I - will desire you to be acquainted, he may prove a good customer to - you. - - _Laza._ For plain silks and velvets. - - _Mer._ Are you scholasticall? - - _Laza._ Something addicted to the Muses. - - _Count._ I hope they will not dispute. - - _Mer._ You have no skill in the black Art. - - _Enter a Prentice._ - - _Pren._ Sir yonder's a Gentleman enquires hastily for Count - _Valore_. - - _Count._ For me? what is he? - - _Pren._ One of your followers my Lord I think. - - _Count._ Let him come in. - - _Mer._ Shall I talk with you in private Sir? - - _Enter a Messenger with a Letter to the Count, he reads._ - - _Count._ Count, _come to the Court your business calls you - thither_, I will goe, farewell Sir, I will see your silks some - other time: Farewell _Lazarillo_. - - _Mer._ Will not your Lordship take a piece of Beef with me? - - _Count._ Sir I have greater business than eating; I will leave this - Gentleman with you. [_Exeunt Count. & Mes._ - - _Laza._ No, no, no, no: now doe I feel that strain'd strugling - within me, that I think I could prophesie. - - _Mer._ The Gentleman is meditating. - - _Laza._ Hunger, valour, love, ambition are alike pleasing, and let - our Philosophers say what they will, are one kind of heat, only - hunger is the safest: ambition is apt to fall; love and valour are - not free from dangers; only hunger, begotten of some old limber - Courtier, in pan'de hose, and nurs'd by an Attourneys wife; now so - thriven, that he need not fear to be of the great Turks guard: is - so free from all quarrels and dangers, so full of hopes, joyes, and - ticklings, that my life is not so dear to me as his acquaintance. - - _Enter Lazarello's boy._ - - _Boy._ Sir the Fish head is gone. - - _Laza._ Then be thou henceforth dumb, with thy ill-boding voice. - Farewell _Millain_, farewell Noble Duke, - Farewell my fellow Courtiers all, with whom, - I have of yore made many a scrambling meal - In corners, behind Arasses, on stairs; - And in the action oftentimes have spoil'd, - Our Doublets and our Hose with liquid stuff: - Farewell you lusty Archers of the Guard, - To whom I now doe give the bucklers up, - And never more with any of your coat - Will eat for wagers, now you happy be, - When this shall light upon you, think on me: - You sewers, carvers, ushers of the court - Sirnamed gentle for your fair demean, - Here I doe take of you my last farewell, - May you stand stifly in your proper places, and execute your offices - aright. - Farewell you Maidens, with your mother eke, - Farewell you courtly Chaplains that be there - All good attend you, may you never more - Marry your Patrons Ladys wayting-woman, - But may you raised be by this my fall - May _Lazarillo_ suffer for you all. - - _Merc._ Sir I was hearkning to you. - - _Laz._ I will hear nothing, I will break my knife, the Ensign of - my former happy state, knock out my teeth, have them hung at a - Barbers, and enter into Religion. - - _Boy._ Why Sir, I think I know whither it is gone. - - _Laza._ See the rashness of man in his nature, whither? I do unsay - all that I have said, go on, go on: Boy, I humble my self and - follow thee; Farewell Sir. - - _Mer._ Not so Sir, you shall take a piece of Beef with me. - - _Laz._ I cannot stay. - - _Mer._ By my fay but you shall Sir, in regard of your love to - learning, and your [s]kill in the black Art. - - _Laz._ I do hate learning, and I have no skill in [the] black Art, - I would I had. - - _Mer._ Why your desire is sufficient to me, you shall stay. - - _Laz._ The most horrible and detested curses that can be imagined, - light upon all the professors of that Art; may they be drunk, and - when they goe to conjure, and reel in the Circle, may the spirits - by them rais'd, tear 'em in pieces, and hang their quarters on old - broken walls and Steeple tops. - - _Mer._ This speech of yours, shews you to have some skill in the - Science, wherefore in civilitie, I may not suffer you to depart - empty. - - _Laz._ My stomach is up, I cannot endure it, I will fight in this - quarrell as soon as for my Prince. - - _Draws his Rapier._ [_Exeunt Omnes._ - - Room, make way: - Hunger commands, my valour must obey. - - - - -_Actus_ [iiii]. _Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Count and Arrigo._ - - _Count._ Is the Duke private? - - _Arr._ He is alone, but I think your Lordship may enter. - - [_Exit Count._ - - _Enter Gondarino._ - - _Gond._ Who's with the Duke? - - _Arr._ The Count is new gone in; but the Duke will come forth, - before you can be weary of waiting. - - _Gond._ I will attend him here. - - _Arr._ I must wait without the door. [_Exit_ Arrigo. - - _Gond._ Doth he hope to clear his Sister? she will come no more to - my house, to laugh at me: I have sent her to a habitation, where - when she shall be seen, it will set a gloss upon her name; yet upon - my soul I have bestow'd her amongst the purest hearted creatures of - her sex, and the freest from dissimulation; for their deeds are all - alike, only they dare speak, what the rest think: the women of this - age, if there be any degrees of comparison amongst their sex, are - worse than those of former times; for I have read of women, of that - truth, spirit, and constancy, that were they now living, I should - endure to see them: but I fear the writers of the time belied them, - for how familiar a thing is it with the Poets of our age, to extoll - their whores, which they call Mistresses, with heavenly praises! - but I thank their furies, and their craz'd brains, beyond belief: - nay, how many that would fain seem serious, have dedicated grave - Works to Ladies, toothless, hollow-ey'd, their hair shedding, - purple fac'd, their nails apparently coming off; and the bridges - of their noses broken down, and have call'd them the choice handy - works of nature, the patterns of perfection, and the wonderment of - Women. Our Women begin to swarm like Bees [in] Summer: as I came - hither, there was no pair of stairs, no entry, no lobby, but was - pestred with them: methinks there might be some course taken to - destroy them. - - _Enter_ Arrigo, _and an old deaf countrey Gentlewoman - suitor to the Duke_. - - _Arri._ I do accept your money, walk here, and when the Duke comes - out, you shall have fit opportunity to deliver your petition to him. - - _Gentlew._ I thank you heartily, I pray you who's he that walks - there? - - _Ar._ A Lord, and a Soldier, one in good favour with the Duke; if - you could get him to deliver your Petition-- - - _Gentlew._ What do you say, Sir? - - _Ar._ If you could get him to deliver your petition for you, or to - second you, 'twere sure. - - _Gentlew._ I hope I shall live to requite your kindness. - - _Ar._ You have already. [_Exit_ Arri. - - _Gentlew._ May it please your Lordship-- - - _Gond._ No, no. - - _Gentlew._ To consider the estate-- - - _Gond._ No. - - _Gentlew._ Of a poor oppressed countrey Gentlewoman. - - _Gond._ No, it doth not please my Lordship. - - _Gentlew._ First and formost, I have had great injury, then I have - been brought up to the Town three times. - - _Gond._ A pox on him, that brought thee to the Town. - - _Gentlew._ I thank your good Lordship heartily; though I cannot - hear well, I know it grieves you; and here we have been delaid, and - sent down again, and fetch'd up again, and sent down again, to my - great charge: and now at last they have fetch'd me up, and five of - my daughters-- - - _Gond._ Enough to damn five worlds. - - _Gentlew._ Handsome young women, though I say it, they are all - without, if it please your Lordship I'll call them in. - - _Gond._ Five Women! how many of my sences should I have left me - then? call in five Devils first. - - _No, I will rather walk with thee alone,_ - _And hear thy tedious tale of injury,_ - _And give thee answers; whisper in thine ear,_ - _And make thee understand through thy French hood:_ - _And all this with tame patience._ - - _Gentlew._ I see your Lordship does believe, that they are without, - and I perceive you are much mov'd at our injury: here's a paper - will tell you more. - - _Gond._ Away. - - _Gentlew._ It may be you had rather hear me tell it _viva voce_, - as they say. - - _Gond._ Oh no, no, no, no, I have heard it before. - - _Gentlew._ Then you have heard of enough injury, for a poor - Gentlewoman to receive. - - _Gond._ Never, never, but that it troubles my conscience, to wish - any good to these women; I could afford them to be valiant, and - able, that it might be no disgrace for a Soldier to beat them. - - _Gentlew._ I hope your Lordship will deliver my petition to his - grace, and you may tell him withal-- - - _Gond._ What? I will deliver any thing against my self, to be rid - on thee. - - _Gentlew._ That yesterday about three a clock in the after noon, I - met my adversary. - - _Gond._ Give me thy paper, he can abide no long tales. - - _Gentlew._ 'Tis very short my Lord, and I demanding of him-- - - _Gond._ I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn. - - _Gentlew._ How? - - _Gond._ I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn, begone: man never - doth remember how great his offences are, till he do meet with one - of you, that plagues him for them: why should Women [only] above - all other creatures that were created for the benefit of man, have - the use of speech? or why should any deed of theirs, done by their - fleshly appetites, be disgraceful to their owners? nay, why should - not an act done by any beast I keep, against my consent, disparage - me as much as that of theirs? - - _Gentlew._ Here's some few Angels for your Lordship. - - _Gond._ Again? yet more torments? - - _Gentlew._ Indeed you shall have them. - - _Gond._ Keep off. - - _Gentlew._ A small gratuity for your kindness. - - _Gond._ Hold away. - - _Gentlew._ Why then I thank your Lordship, I'll gather them up - again, and I'll be sworn, it is the first money that was refus'd - since I came to the Court. - - _Gond._ What can she devise to say more? - - _Gentlew._ Truly I would have willingly parted with them to your - Lordship. - - _Gond._ I believe it, I believe it. - - _Gentlew._ But since it is thus-- - - _Gond._ More yet. - - _Gentlew._ I will attend without, and expect an answer. - - _Gond._ Do, begone, and thou shalt expect, and have any thing, thou - shalt have thy answer from him; and he were best to give thee a - good one at first, for thy deaf importunity, will conquer him too, - in the end. - - _Gentlew._ God bless your Lordship, and all tha[t] favour a poor - distressed countrey Gentlewoman. [_Exit Gentlew._ - - _Gond._ All the diseases of man light upon them that doe, and upon - me when I do. A week of such days, would either make me stark mad - or tame me: yonder other woman that I have sure enough, shall - answer for thy sins: dare they incense me still, I will make them - fear as much to be ignorant of me and my moods, as men are to be - ignorant of the law they live under. Who's there? My bloud grew - cold, I began to fear my Suiters return; 'tis the Duke. - - _Enter the Duke and the Count._ - - _Count._ I know her chaste, though she be young and free, - And is not of that forc'd behaviour - That many others are, and that this Lord, - Out of the boundless malice to the sex, - Hath thrown this scandal on her. - - _Gond._ Fortune befriended me against my Will, with this good old - countrey gentlewoman; I beseech your grace, to view favourably the - petition of a wronged Gentlewoman. - - _Duke._ What _Gondarino_, are you become a petitioner for your - enemies? - - _Gond._ My Lord, they are no enemies of mine, I confess, the better - to [cover] my deeds, which sometimes were loose enough, I pretended - it, as it is wisdom, to keep close our incontinence, but since you - have discover'd me, I will no more put on that vizard, but will as - freely open all my thoughts to you, as to my Confessor. - - _Duke._ What say you to this? - - _Count._ He that confesses he did once dissemble, - I'll never trust his words: can you imagine - A Maid, whose beauty could not suffer her - To live thus long untempted, by the noblest, - Richest, and cunningst Masters in that Art - And yet hath ever held a fair repute; - Could in one morning, and by him be brought, - To forget all her virtue, and turn whore? - - _Gond._ I would I had some other talk in hand, - Than to accuse a Sister to her Brother: - Nor do I mean it for a publick scandal, - Unless by urging me you make it so. - - _Duke._ I will read this at better leisure: [_Gondarino_, where is - the Lady?] - - _Count._ At his house. - - _Gond._ No, she is departed thence. - - _Count._ Whither? - - _Gond._ Urge it not thus, or let me be excus'd, - If what I speak betray her chastity, - And both increase my sorrow, and your own? - - _Count._ Fear me not so, if she deserve the fame - Which she hath gotten, I would have it publisht, - Brand her my self, and whip her through the City: - I wish those of my bloud that doe offend, - Should be more strictly punish[t], than my foes. - Let it be prov'd. - - _Duke. Gondarino_, thou shalt prove it, or suffer worse than - she should do. - - _Gond._ Then pardon me, if I betray the faults - Of one, I love more dearly than my self, - Since opening hers, I shall betray mine own: - But I will bring you where she now intends - Not to be virtuous: pride and wantonness, - That are true friends indeed, though not in shew, - Have entr'd on her heart, there she doth bathe, - And sleek her hair, and practise cunning looks - To entertain me with; and hath her thoughts - As full of lust, as ever you did think - Them full of modesty. - - _Duke. Gondarino_, lead on, we'll follow thee. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Actus Quartus. Scæna Secunda._ - - _Enter_ Pandar. - - _Pan._ Here hope I to meet my Citizen, and [here] hopes he to meet - his [Scholar]; I am sure I am grave enough, to his eyes, and knave - enough to deceive him: I am believ'd to conjure, raise storms, and - devils, by whose power I can do wonders; let him believe so still, - belief hurts no man; I have an honest black cloak, for my knavery, - and a general pardon for his foolery, from this present day, till - the day of his breaking. Is't not a misery, and the greatest of our - age, to see a handsome, young, fair enough, and well mounted wench, - humble her self, in an old stammel petticoat, standing possest of - no more fringe, than the street can allow her: her upper parts so - poor and wanting, that ye may see her bones through her bodies: - shooes she would have, if [her] Captain were come over, and is - content the while to devote her self to antient slippers. These - premisses well considered, Gentlemen, will move, they make me melt - I promise ye, they stirr me much: and wer't not for my smooth, - soft, silken Citizen, I would quit this transitory Trade, get me - an everlasting Robe, sear up my conscience, and turn Serjeant. - But here he comes, is mine as good as prize: Sir _Pandarus_ be my - speed, ye are most fitly met Sir. - - _Enter Mercer._ - - _Mer._ And you as well encount'red, what of this heir? hath your - Books been propitious? - - _Pan._ Sir, 'tis done, she's come, she's in my house, make your - self apt for Courtship, stroke up your stockings, loose not an inch - of your legs goodness; I am sure ye wear socks. - - _Mer._ There your Books fail ye Sir, in truth I wear no socks. - - _Pand._ I would you had, Sir, it were the sweeter grace for your - legs; get on your Gloves, are they perfum'd? - - _Mer._ A pretty wash I'll assure you. - - _Pand._ 'Twill serve: your offers must be full of bounty, Velvets - to furnish a Gown, Silks for Peticoats and Foreparts, Shag for - lining; forget not some pretty Jewel to fasten, after some little - compliment: if she deny this courtesie, double your bounties, be - not wanting in abundance, fulness of gifts, link'd with a pleasing - tongue, will win an Anchorite. Sir, ye are my friend, and friend to - all that professes good Letters; I must not use this office else, - it fits not for a Scholar, and a Gentleman: those stockin[g]s are - of _Naples_, they are silk? - - _Mer._ Ye are again beside your Text, Sir, they're of the best of - Wooll, and [they cleeped] Jersey. - - _Pan._ Sure they are very dear. - - _Mer._ Nine shillings, by my love to learning. - - _Pan._ Pardon my judgement, we Scholars use no other objects, but - our Books. - - _Mer._ There is one thing entomb'd in that grave breast, that makes - me equally admire it with your Scholarship. - - _Pand._ Sir; but that in modesty I am bound not to affect mine own - commendation, I would enquire it of you. - - _Merc._ Sure you are very honest; and yet ye have a kind of modest - fear to shew it: do not deny it, that face of yours is a worthy, - learned modest face. - - _Pand._ Sir, I can blush. - - _Mer._ Virtue and grace are always pair'd together: but I will - leave to stirr your bloud Sir, and now to our business. - - _Pand._ Forget not my instructions. - - _Mer._ I apprehend ye Sir, I will gather my self together with my - best phrases, and so I shall discourse in some sort takingly. - - _Pand._ This was well worded Sir, and like a Scholar. - - _Mer._ The Muses favour me as my intents are virtuous; - Sir, ye shall be my Tutor, 'tis never too late Sir, to love - Learning. - When I can once speak true Latine-- - - _Pand._ What do you intend Sir? - - _Mer._ Marry I will then begger all your bawdy Writers, and - undertake, at the peril of my own invention, all Pageants, Poesies - for Chimneys, Speeches for the Dukes entertainment, whensoever and - whatsoever; nay I will build, at mine own charge, an Hospital, to - which shall retire all diseased opinions, all broken Poets, all - Prose-men that are fall'n from small sence, to meer Letters; and it - shall be lawful for a Lawyer, if he be a civil man, though he have - undone others and himself by the language, to retire to this poor - life, and learn to be honest. - - _Pand._ Sir, ye are very good, and very charitable: ye are a true - pattern for the City Sir. - - _Merc._ Sir, I doe know sufficiently, their Shop-books cannot save - them, there is a farther end-- - - _Pand._ Oh Sir, much may be done by manuscript. - - _Mer._ I do confess it Sir, provided still they be Canonical, and - [have] some worthy hands set to 'um for probation: but we forget - our selves. - - _Pand._ Sir, enter when you please, and all good language tip your - tongue. - - _Merc._ All that love Learning pray for my good success. - - [_Exit Mercer._ - - -_Actus Quartus. Scæna Tertia._ - - _Enter_ Lazarello _and his Boy_. - - _Laz._ [Boy, whereabouts] are we? - - _Boy._ Sir, by all tokens this is the house, bawdy I am sure, [by] - the broken windows, the Fish head is within; if ye dare venture, - here you may surprize it. - - _Laz._ The misery of man may fitly be compar'd to a Didapper, who - when she is under water, past our sight, and indeed can seem no - more to us, rises again; shakes but her self, and is the same she - was, so is it still with transitory man, this day: oh but an hour - since, and I was mighty, mighty in knowledge, mighty in my hopes, - mighty in blessed means, and was so truly happy, that I durst have - said, live _Lazarello_, and be satisfied: but now-- - - _Boy._ Sir, ye are yet afloat, and may recover, be not your own - wreck, here lies the harbor, goe in and ride at ease. - - _Laz._ Boy, I am receiv'd to be a Gentleman, a Courtier, and a man - of action, modest, and wise, and be it spoken with thy reverence, - Child, abounding virtuous; and wouldst thou have a man of these - choise habits, covet the cover of a bawdy-house? yet if I goe not - in, I am but-- - - _Boy._ But what Sir? - - _Laz._ Dust boy, but dust, and my soul unsatisfied shall haunt the - keepers of my blessed Saint, and I will appear. - - _Boy._ An ass to all men; Sir, these are no means to stay your - appetite, you must resolve to enter. - - _Laz._ Were not the house subject to Martial Law-- - - _Boy._ If that be all, Sir, ye may enter, for ye can know nothing - here that the Court is ignorant of, only the more eyes shall look - upon you, for there they wink one at anothers faults. - - _Laz._ If I doe not. - - _Boy._ Then ye must beat fairly back again, fall to your physical - mess of porridge, and the twice sack'd carkass of a Capon: Fortune - may favour you so much, to send the bread to it: but it's a mee[re] - venture, and money may be put out upon it. - - _Laz._ I will go in and live; pretend some love to the Gentlewoman, - screw my self in affection, and so be satisfied. - - _Pan._ This Fly is caught, is mash'd already, I will suck him, and - lay him by. - - _Boy._ Muffle your self in your cloak by any means, 'tis a receiv'd - thing among gallants, to walk to their leachery, as though they had - the rheum, 'twas well you brought not your horse. - - _Laz._ Why Boy? - - _Boy._ Faith Sir, 'tis the fashion of our Gentry, to have their - horses wait at door like men, while the beasts their Masters, are - within at rack and manger, 'twould have discover'd much. - - _Laz._ I will lay by these habits, forms, and grave respects of - what I am, and be my self; only my appetite, my fire, my soul, my - being, my dear appetite shall go along with me, arm'd with whose - strength, I fearless will attempt the greatest danger dare oppose - my fury: I am resolv'd where ever that thou art, most sacred dish, - hid from unhallow'd eyes, to find thee out. - - Be'st thou in Hell, rap't by _Proserpina_, - To be a rival in black _Pluto's_ love; - Or mov'st thou in the heavens, a form Divine: - Lashing the lazie Sphear[s], - Or if thou be'st return'd to thy first Being, - Thy mother Sea, the[re] will I seek thee forth. - Earth, Air, nor Fire, - Nor the black shades below shall bar my sight - So daring is my powerful appetite. - - _Boy._ Sir, you may save this long voyage, and take a shorter - cut: you have forgot your self, the fish head's here, your own - imaginations have made you mad. - - _Laz._ Term it a jealous fury, good my boy. - - _Boy._ Faith Sir term it what you will, you must use other terms - [ere] you can get it. - - _Laz._ The looks of my sweet love are fair, - Fresh and feeding as the air. - - _Boy._ Sir, you forget your self. - - _Laz._ Was never seen so rare a head, - Of any Fish alive or dead. - - _Boy._ Good Sir remember: this is the house, Sir. - - _Laz._ Cursed be he that dare not venture. - - _Boy._ Pity your self, Sir, and leave this fury. - - _Laz._ For such a prize, and so I enter. - - [_Exit_ Lazarello _and Boy_. - - _Pan._ Dun's i'th' mire, get out again how he can: - My honest gallant, I'll shew you one trick more - Than e'er the fool your father dream'd of yet. - _Madona Julia_? - - _Enter_ Madona Julia, _a Whore_. - - _Julia._ What news my sweet rogue, my dear sins-broker, what? good - news? - - _Pan._ There is a kind of ignorant thing, - Much like a Courtier, now gone in. - - _Jul._ Is he gallant? - - _Pan._ He shines not very gloriously, nor does he wear one skin - perfum'd to keep the other sweet; his coat is not in _Or_, nor - does the world run yet on wheels with him; he's rich enough, and - has a small thing follows him, like to a boat tyed to a tall ships - tail: give him entertainment, be light, and flashing like a Meteor, - hug him about the neck, give him a kiss, and lisping cry, good - Sir; and he's thine own, as fast as he were tied to thine arms by - Indenture[s]. - - _Jul._ I dare doe more than this, if he be o'th' true Court cut; - I'll take him out a lesson worth the Learning: but we are but their - Apes; what's he worth? - - _Pan._ Be he rich, or poor; if he will take thee with him, thou - maist use thy trade [free] from Constables, and Marshals: who hath - been here since I went out? - - _Jul._ There is a Gentlewoman sent hither by a Lord, she's a piece - of dainty stuff my rogue, smooth and soft, as new Sattin; she was - never gumm'd yet boy, nor fretted. - - _Pan._ Where lies she? - - _Jul._ She lies above, towards the street, not to be spoke with, - but by [the] Lord that sent her, or some from him, we have in - charge from his servants. - - _Enter_ Lazarello. - - _Pan._ Peace, he comes out again upon discovery; up with all your - Canvas, hale him in; and when thou hast done, clap him aboard - bravely, my valiant Pinnace. - - _Jul._ Begone, I shall doe reason with him. - - _Laz._ Are you the special beauty of this house? - - _Jul._ Sir, you have given it a more special regard by your good - language, than these black brows can merit. - - _Laz._ Lady, you are fair. - - _Jul._ Fair Sir? I thank ye; all the poor means I have left to be - thought grateful, is but a kiss, and ye shall have it Sir. - - _Laz._ Ye have a very moving lip. - - _Jul._ Prove it again Sir, it may be your sense was set too high, - and so over-wrought it self. - - _Laz._ 'Tis still the same: how far may ye hold the time to be - spent Lady? - - _Jul._ Four a clock, Sir. - - _Laz._ I have not eat to day. - - _Jul._ You will have the better stomach to your supper; in the mean - time I'll feed you with delight. - - _Laz._ 'Tis not so good upon an empty stomach: if it might be - without the trouble of your house, I would eat? - - _Jul._ Sir, we can have a Capon ready. - - _Laz._ The day? - - _Jul._ 'Tis Friday, Sir. - - _Laz._ I do eat little flesh upon these days. - - _Jul._ Come sweet, ye shall not think on meat; I'll drown it with a - better appetite. - - _Laz._ I feel it work more strangely, I must eat. - - _Jul._ 'Tis now too late to send; I say ye shall not think on meat: - if ye do, by this kiss I'll be angry. - - _Laz._ I could be far more sprightful, had I eaten, and more - lasting. - - _Jul._ What will you have Sir? name but the Fish, my Maid shall - bring it, if it may be got. - - _Laz._ Methinks your house should not be so unfurnish'd, as not to - have some pretty modicum. - - _Jul._ It is [so] now: but you'd ye stay till supper? - - _Laz._ Sure I have offended highly, and much, and my [infl]ictions - makes it manifest, I will retire henceforth, and keep my chamber, - live privately, and dye forgotten. - - _Jul._ Sir, I must crave your pardon, I had forgot my self; I have - a dish of meat within, and it is fish; I think this Dukedom holds - not a daintier: 'tis an _Umbranoes_ head. - - _Laz._ [Lady, this] kiss is yours, and this. - - _Jul._ Hoe! within there! cover the board, and set the Fish head on - it. - - _Laz._ Now am I so truly happy, so much above all fate and fortune, - that I should despise that man, durst say, remember _Lazarello_, - thou art mortal. - - _Enter Intelligencers with a Guard._ - - _2 Int._ This is the villain, lay [hands] on him. - - _Laz._ Gentlemen, why am I thus intreated? what is the nature of my - crime? - - _2 Int._ Sir, though you have carried it a great while privately, - and (as you think) well; yet we have seen you Sir, and we do know - thee _Lazarello_, for a Traitor. - - _Laz._ The gods defend our Duke. - - _2 Int._ Amen, Sir, Sir, this cannot save that stiff neck from the - halter. - - _Jul._ Gentlemen, I am glad you have discover'd him, he should not - have eaten under my roof for twenty pounds; and surely I did not - like him, when he call'd for Fish. _Laz._ My friends, will ye let - me have that little favour-- - - _1 Int._ Sir, ye shall have Law, and nothing else. - - _Laz._ To let me stay the eating of a bit or two, for I protest I - am yet fasting. - - _Jul._ I'll have no Traitor come within my house. - - _Laz._ Now could I wish my self I had been a Traitor, I have - strength enough for to endure it, had I but patience: Man thou art - but grass, thou art a bubble, and thou must perish. - - Then lead along, I am prepar'd for all: - Since I have lost my hopes, welcome my fall. - - _2 Int._ Away Sir. - - _Laz._ As thou hast hope of man, stay but this dish this two hours, - I doubt not but I shall be discharged: by this light I will marry - thee. - - _Jul._ You shall marry me first then. - - _Laz._ I do contract my self unto thee now, before these Gentlemen. - - _Jul._ I'll preserve it till you be hang'd or quitted. - - _Laz._ Thanks, thanks. - - _2 Int._ Away, away, you shall thank her at the gallows. - - _Laz._ Adieu, adieu. [_Exeunt_ Laz. _2 Int. and Guard._ - - _Jul._ If he live I'll have him, if he be hang'd, there's no loss - in it. [_Exit._ - - _Enter_ Oriana _and her waiting woman, looking out at a window_. - - _Orian._ Hast thou provided one to bear my Letter to my brother? - - _Wait._ I have enquir'd, but they of the house will suffer no - Letter nor message to be carried from you, but such as the Lord - _Gondarino_ shall be acquainted with: truly Madam I suspect the - house to be no better than it should be. - - _Ori._ What dost thou doubt? - - _Wait._ Faith I am loth to tell it, Madam. - - _Ori._ Out with it, 'tis not true modesty to fear to speak that - thou dost think. - - _Wait._ I think it [be] one of these [same] Bawdy houses. - - _Ori._ 'Tis no matter wench, we are warm in it, keep thou thy mind - pure, and upon my word, that name will do thee no hurt: I cannot - force my self yet to fear any thing; when I do get out, I'll [have] - another encounter with my Woman-Hater. Here will I sit. I may get - sight of some of my friends, it must needs be a comfort to them to - see me here. - - _Enter_ Duke, Gondarino, Count, Arrigo. - - _Gond._ Are we all sufficiently disguis'd? for this house where she - attends me, is not to be visited in our own shapes. - - _Duke._ We are not our selves. - - _Arr._ I know the house to be sinful enough, yet I have been - heretofore, and durst now, but for discovering of you, appear here - in my own likeness. - - _Duke._ Where's _Lucio_? - - _Arri._ My Lord, he said the affairs of the Common-wealth would not - suffer him to attend always. - - _Duke._ Some great ones questionless that he will handle. - - _Count._ Come, let us enter. - - _Gond._ See how Fortune strives to revenge my quarrel upon these - women, she's in the window, were it not to undoe her, I should not - look upon her. - - _Duke._ Lead us _Gondarino_. - - _Gond._ Stay; since you force me to display my shame, - Look there, and you my Lord, know you that face? - - _Duke._ Is't she? - - _Count._ It is. - - _Gond._ 'Tis she, whose greatest virtue ever was - Dissimulation; she that still hath strove - More to sin cunningly, than to avoid it: - She that hath ever sought to be accounted - Most virtuous, when she did deserve most scandal: - 'Tis she that itches now, and in the height - Of her intemperate thoughts, with greedy eyes - Expects my coming to allay her Lust: - Leave her; forget she's thy sister. - - _Count._ Stay, stay. - - _Duke._ I am as full of this, as thou canst be, - The memory of this will easily - Hereafter stay my loose and wandring thought[s] - From any Woman. - - _Count._ This will not down with me, I dare not trust this fellow. - - _Duke._ Leave her here, that only shall be her punishment, never to - be fetcht from hence; but let her use her trade to get her living. - - _Count._ Stay good my Lord, I do believe all this, as great men as - I, have had known whores to their Sisters, and have laught at it: - I would fain hear how she talks, since she grew thus light: will - your grace make him shew himself to her, as if he were now come - to satisfie her longing? whilst we, unseen of her, over-hear her - wantonness, let's make our best of it now, we shall have good mirth. - - _Duke._ Do it _Gondarino_. - - _Gond._ I must; fortune assist me but this once. - - _Count._ Here we shall stand unseen, and near enough. - - _Gond._ Madam, _Oriana_. - - _Oria._ Who's that? oh! my Lord? - - _Gond._ Shall I come up? - - _Oria._ Oh you are merry, shall I come down? - - _Gond._ It is better there. - - _Oria._ What is the confession of the lye you made to the Duke, - which I scarce believe, yet you had impudence enough to do? did it - not gain you so much faith with me, as that I was willing to be at - your Lordships bestowing, till you had recover'd my credit, and - confest your self a lyar, as you pretended to do? I confess I began - to fear you, and desir'd to be out of your house, but your own - followers forc'd me hither. - - _Gond._ 'Tis well suspected, dissemble still, for there are some - may hear us. - - _Oria._ More tricks yet, my Lord? what house this is I know not, I - only know my self: it were a great conquest, if you could fasten - a scandal upon me: 'faith my Lord, give me leave to write to my - brother? - - _Duke._ Come down. - - _Count._ Come down. - - _Arr._ If it please your Grace, there's a back door. - - _Count._ Come meet us there then. - - _Duke._ It seems you are acquainted with the house. - - _Arr._ I have been in it. - - _Gond._ She saw you and dissembled. - - _Duke._ Sir, we shall know that better. - - _Gond._ Bring me unto her, if I prove her not - To be a strumpet, let me be contemn'd - Of all her sex. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Lucio. - - _Luc._ Now whilst the young Duke follows his delights, - We that do mean to practise in the State, - Must pick our times, and set our faces in, - And nod our heads as it may prove most fit - For the main good of the dear Common-wealth: - Who's within there? - - _Enter a Servant._ - - _Serv._ My Lord? - - _Luc._ Secretary, fetch the Gown I use to read Petitions in, - and the Standish I answer French Letters with: and call in the - Gentleman that attends: [_Exit Serv._ - - Little know they that do not deal in State, - How many things there are to be observ'd, - Which seem but little; yet by one of us - (Whose brains do wind about the Common-wealth) - Neglected, cracks our credits utterly. - - _Enter Gentleman and a Servant._ - - Sir, but that I do presume upon your secresie, I would not have - appear'd to you thus ignorantly attir'd without a tooth-pick in a - ribbond, or a Ring in my bandstring[s]. - - _Gent._ Your Lordship sen[t] for me? - - _Luc._ I did: Sir, your long practice in the State, under a great - man, hath led you to much experience. - - _Gent._ My Lord. - - _Luc._ Suffer not your modesty to excuse it: in short, and in - private, I desire your direction, I take my study already to be - furnisht after a grave and wise method. - - _Gent._ What will this Lord do? - - _Luc._ My Book-strings are sutable, and of a reaching colour. - - _Gent._ How's this? - - _Luc._ My Standish of Wood, strange and sweet, and my fore-flap - hangs in the right place, and as near _Machiavel's_, as can be - gathered by tradition. - - _Gent._ Are there such men as will say nothing abroad, and play - the fools in their Lodgings? this Lord must be followed: and hath - your Lordship some new made words to scatter in your speeches in - publick, to gain note, that the hearers may carry them away, and - dispute of them at dinner? - - _Luc._ I have Sir: and besides, my several Gowns and Caps agreeable - to my several occasions. - - _Gent._ 'Tis well, and you have learn'd to write a bad hand, that - the Readers may take pains for it. - - _Luc._ Yes Sir, and I give out I have the palsie. - - _Gent._ Good, 'twere better though, if you had it: your Lordship - hath a Secretary, that can write fair, when you purpose to be - understood. - - _Luc._ 'Faith Sir I have one, there he stands, he hath been my - Secretary these seven years, but he hath forgotten to write. - - _Gen._ If he can make a writing face, it is not amiss, so he keep - his own counsel: your Lordship hath no hope of the Gout? - - _Luc._ Uh, little Sir, since the pain in my right foot left me. - - _Gent._ 'Twill be some scandal to your wisdom, though I see your - Lordship knows enough in publick business. - - _Luc._ I am not imploy'd (though to my desert) in occasions - forreign, nor frequented for matters domestical. - - _Gent._ Not frequented? what course takes your Lordship? - - _Luc._ The readiest way, my door stands wi[de], my Secretary knows - I am not denied to any. - - _Gent._ In this (give me leave) your Lordship is out of the way: - make a back door to let out Intelligencers; seem to be ever busie, - and put your door under keepers, and you shall have a troop of - Clients sweating to come at you. - - _Luc._ I have a back door already, I will henceforth be busie, - Secretary, run and keep the door. [_Exit Secretary._ - - _Gent._ This will fetch 'um? - - _Luc._ I hope so. - - _Enter Secretary._ - - _Secr._ My Lord, there are some require access to you, about - weighty affairs of State. - - _Luc._ Already? - - _Gent._ I told you so. - - _Luc._ How weighty is the business? - - _Secr._ Treason my Lord. - - _Luc._ Sir, my debts to you for this are great. - - _Gent._ I will leave your Lordship now. - - _Luc._ Sir, my death must be suddain, if I requite you not: at the - back door good Sir. - - _Gent._ I will be your Lordships Intelligencer for once. [_Exit - Gentleman._ - - _Enter Secretary._ - - _Secr._ My Lord. - - _Luc._ Let 'em in, and say I am at my study. - - _Enter_ Lazarello, _and two Intelligencers_, - Lucio _being at his study_. - - _1 Int._ Where is your Lord? - - _Secr._ At his study, but he will have you brought in. - - _Laza._ Why Gentlemen, what will you charge me withal? - - _2 Int._ Treason, horrible treason, I hope to have the leading of - thee to prison, and prick thee on i'th' arse with a Halbert: to - have him hang'd that salutes thee, and call all those in question - that spit not upon thee. - - _Laz._ My thred is spun, yet might I but call for this dish of meat - at the gallows, instead of a Psalm, it were to be endur'd: the - Curtain opens, now my end draws on. - - [_Secretary draws the Curtain._ - - _Luc._ Gentlemen, I am not empty of weighty occasions at this time; - I pray you your business. - - _1 Int._ My Lord, I think we have discover'd one of the most bloudy - Traitors, that ever the world held. - - _Luc._ Signior _Lazarillo_, I am glad ye are one of this discovery, - give me your hand. - - _2 Int._ My Lord, that is the Traitor. - - _Luc._ Keep him off, I would not for my whole estate have touchd - him. - - _Laz._ My Lord. - - _Luc._ Peace Sir, I know the devil is at your tongue's end, to - furnish you with speeches: what are the particulars you charge him - with? - - [_They deliver a paper to_ Lucio, _who reads_. - - _Both Int._ We [have] conferr'd our Notes, and have extracted that, - which we will justifie upon our oaths. - - _Luc._ That he would be greater than the Duke, that he had cast - plots for this, and meant to corrupt some to betray him, that he - would burn the City, kill the Duke, and poison the Privy Council; - and lastly kill himself. Though thou deserv'st justly to be hang'd - with silence, yet I allow thee to speak, be short. - - _Laz._ My Lord, so may my greatest wish succeed, - So may I live, and compass what I seek, - As I had never treason in my thoughts, - Nor ever did conspire the overthrow - Of any creatures but of brutish beasts, - Fowls, Fishes, and such other humane food, - As is provided for the good of man. - If stealing Custards, Tarts, and Florentines - By some late Statute be created Treason; - How many fellow-Courtiers can I bring, - Whose long attendance and experience, - Hath made them deeper in the plot than I? - - _Luc._ Peace, such hath ever been the clemency of my gracious - Master the Duke, in all his proceedings, that I had thought, and - thought I had thought rightly; that malice would long e'r this - have hid her self in her Den, a[n]d have turn'd her own sting - against her own heart: but I well [now] perceive, that so froward - is the disposition of a deprav'd nature, that it doth not only seek - revenge, where it hath receiv'd injury, but many times thirst after - their destruction, where it hath met with benefits. - - _Laz._ But my good Lord-- - - _2 Int._ Let's gagg him. - - _Luc._ Peace again, but many times thirst after destruction, where - it hath met with benefits; there I left: Such, and no better are - the business that we have now in hand. - - _1 Int._ He's excellently spoken. - - _[2] Int._ He'll wind a Traitor I warrant him. - - _Luc._ But surely methinks, setting aside the touch of conscience, - and all [other] inward convulsions. - - _2 Int._ He'll be hang'd, I know by that word. - - _Laz._ Your Lordship may consider-- - - _Luc._ Hold thy peace: thou canst not answer this speech: no - Traitor can answer it: but because you cannot answer this speech, I - take it you have confess'd the Treason. - - _1 Int._ The Count _Valore_ was the first that discover'd him, and - can witness it; but he left the matter to your Lordship's grave - consideration. - - _Luc._ I thank his Lordship, carry him away speedily to the Duke. - - _Laz._ Now _Lazarillo_ thou art tumbl'd down - The hill of fortune, with a violent arm; - All plagues that can be, Famine, and the Sword - Will light upon thee, black despair will boil - In thy despairing breast, no comfort by, - Thy friends far off, thy enemies are nigh. - - _Luc._ Away with him, I'll follow you, look you pinion him, and - take his money from him, lest he swallow a shilling, and kill - himself. - - _2 Int._ Get thou on before. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Actus Quintus. Scæna [2]._ - - _Enter the Duke, the Count_, Gondarino, _and_ Arrigo. - - _Duke._ Now _Gondarino_, what can you put on now - That may [again] deceive us? - Have ye more strange illusions, yet more mists, - Through which, the weak eye may be led to error: - What can ye say that may do satisfaction - Both for her wrong'd honor, and your ill? - - _Gond._ All I can say, or may, is said already: - She is unchaste, or else I have no knowledge, - I do not breathe, nor have the use of sense. - - _Duke._ Dare ye be yet so wilful, ignorant of your own - nakedness? did not your servants - In mine own hearing confess - They brought her to that house we found her in, - Almost by force: and with a great distrust - Of some ensuing hazard? - - _Count._ He that hath begun so worthily, - It fits not with his resolution - To leave off thus, my Lord, I know these are but idle proofs. - What says your Lordship to them? - - _Gond._ Count, I dare yet pronounce again, thy Sister is not honest. - - _Count._ You are your self my Lord, I like your setledness. - - _Gond._ Count, thou art young, and unexperienc'd in the dark, - hidden ways of Women: Thou dar'st affirm with confidence, a Lady of - fifteen may be a Maid. - - _Count._ Sir, if it were not so, I have a Sister would set near my - heart. - - _Gond._ Let her sit near her shame, it better fits her: call back - the bloud that made our stream in nearness, and turn the Current to - a better use; 'tis too much mudded, I do grieve to know it. - - _Duke._ Dar'st thou make up again, dar'st thou turn face, knowing - we know thee, hast thou not been discover'd openly? did not our - ears hear her deny thy courtings? did we not see her blush with - modest anger, to be so overtaken by a trick; can ye deny this Lord? - - _Gond._ Had not your Grace, and her kind brother - Been within level of her eye, - You should have had a hotter volley from her, - More full of bloud and fire, ready to leap the window where she stood. - So truly sensual is her appetite. - - _Duke._ Sir, Sir, these are but words and tricks, give me the proof. - - _Count._ What need a better proof than your Lordship? - I am sure ye have lain with her my Lord. - - _Gond._ I have confest it Sir. - - _Duke._ I dare not give thee credit without witness. - - _Gond._ Does your grace think we carry seconds with us, to search - us, and see fair play: your Grace hath been ill tutor'd in the - business; but if you hope to try her truly, and satisfy your self - what frailty is, give her the Test: do not remember Count she is - your Sister; nor let my Lord the Duke believe she is fair; but put - her to it without hope or pity, then ye shall see that golde[n] - form flie off, that all eyes wonder at for pure and fixt, and - under't base blushing Copper; metall not worth the meanest honor: - you shall behold her then my Lord transparent, look through her - heart, and view the spirits how they leap, and tell me then I did - belie the Lady. - - _Duke._ It shall be done: come _Gondarino_ bear us company, - We do believe thee: she shall die, and thou shalt see it. - - _Enter_ Lazarello, _two Intelligencers, and Guard_. - - How now my friends, [whome] have you guarded hither? - - _2 Int._ So please your Grace we have discover'd a villain and a - Traitor: the Lord _Lucio_ hath examin'd him, and sent him to your - Grace for Judgement. - - _Count._ My Lord, I dare absolve him from all sin of Treason: I - know his most ambition is but a dish of meat; which he hath hunted - with so true a scent, that he deserveth the Collar not the Halter. - - _Duke._ Why do they bring him thus bound up? the poor man had more - need [of] some warm meat, to comfort his cold stomach. - - _Count._ Your Grace shall have the cause hereafter, when you [may] - laugh more freely: - - But these are call'd Informers: men that live by Treason, as - Rat-catchers do by poison. - - _Duke._ Would there were no heavier prodigies hung over us, - than this poor fellow, I durst redeem all perils ready to pour - themselves upon this State, with a cold Custard. - - _Count._ Your Grace might do it without danger to your person. - - _Laz._ My Lord, if ever I intended treason against your Person, - or the State, unless it were by wishing from your Table some dish - of meat, which I must needs confess, was not a subjects part: or - coveting by stealth, sups from those noble bottles, that no mouth, - keeping allegiance true, should dare to taste: I must confess, with - more than covetous eye, I have beheld those dear conceal'd dishes, - that have been brought in by cunning equipage, to wait upon your - Graces pallat: I do confesse, out of this present heat, I have had - Stratagems and Ambuscado's; but God be thank'd they have never took. - - _Duke._ Count, this business is your own; when you have done, - repair to us. [_Exit Duke._ - - _Count._ I will attend your Grace: _Lazarello_, you are at liberty, - be your own man again; and if you can be master of your wishes, I - wish it may be so. - - _Laz._ I humbly thank your Lordship: I must be unmannerly, I have - some present business, once more I heartily thank your Lordship. - [_Exit_ Lazarillo. - - _Count._ Now even a word or two to you, and so farewell; you think - you have deserv'd much of this State by this discovery: y'are a - slavish people, grown subject to the common course of all men. - How much unhappy were that noble spirit, could work by such baser - gains? what misery would not a knowing man put on with willingness, - e'r he see himself grown fat and full fed, by fall of those you - rise by? I do discharge ye my attendance; our healthful State needs - no such Leeches to suck out her bloud. - - _1 Int._ I do beseech your Lordship. - - _2 Int._ Good my Lord. - - _Count._ Go learn to be more honest, [when] I see you work your - means from honest industry, [_Exeunt Informers._ - - I will be willing to accept your labours: - Till then I will keep back my promis'd favours: - Here comes another remnant of folly: - - _Enter_ Lucio. - - I must dispatch him too. Now Lord _Lucio_, what business [bring] - you hither? - - _Luc._ Faith Sir, I am discovering what will become of that notable - piece of treason, intended by that Varlet _Lazarillo_; I have sent - him to the Duke for judgement. - - _Count._ Sir, you have perform'd the part of a most careful - Statesman, and let me say it to your face, Sir, of a Father to - this State: I would wish you to retire, and insconce your self in - study: for such is your daily labour, and our fear, that our loss - of an hour may breed our overthrow. - - _Luc._ Sir, I will be commanded by your judgement, and though I - find it a trouble scant to be waded through, by these weak years: - yet for the dear care of the Commonwealth, I will bruise my brains, - and confine my self to much vexation. - - _Count._ Go, and maist thou knock down Treason like an Ox. - - _Luc._ Amen. - - [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Mercer, Pandar, Francissina._ - - _Mer._ Have I spoke thus much in the honor of Learning? learn'd the - names of the seven liberal Sciences, before my marriage; and since, - have in haste written Epistles congratulatory, to the Nine Muses, - and is she prov'd a Whore and a Begger? - - _Pan._ 'Tis true, you are not now to be taught, that no man can be - learn'd of a suddain; let not your first project discourage you, - what you have lost in this, you may get again in Alchumie. - - _Fran._ Fear not Husband, I hope to make as good a wife, as the - best of your neighbors have, and as honest. - - _Mer._ I will goe home; good Sir, do not publish this, as long as - it runs amongst our selves; 'tis good honest mirth: you'll come - home to supper; I mean to have all her friends, and mine, as ill as - it goes. - - _Pan._ Do wisely Sir, and bid your own friends, your whole wealth - will scarce feast all hers, neither is it for your credit, to walk - the streets with a woman so noted; get you home and provide her - cloaths: let her come an hour hence with an Hand-basket, and shift - her self, she'll serve to sit at the upper end of the Table, and - drink to your customers. - - _Mer._ Art is just, and will make me amends. - - _Pan._ No doubt Sir. - - _Mer._ The chief note of a Scholar you say, is to govern his - passions; wherefore I do take all patiently; in sign of which, my - [most] dear Wife, I do kiss thee, make haste home after me, I shall - be in my study. - - [_Exit Mercer._ - - _Pan._ Go, avaunt, my new City Dame, send me what you promis'd me - for consideration; and may'st thou prove a Lady. - - _Fran._ Thou shalt have it, his Silks shall flie for it. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Lazarello _and his boy_. - - _Laz._ How sweet is a Calm after a Tempest, what is there now that - can stand betwixt me and felicity? I have gone through all my - crosses constantly; have confounded my enemies, and know where to - have my longing[s] satisfied: I have my way before me, there's the - door, and I may freely walk into my delights: knock boy. - - _Jul._ Who's there? [_Within._ - - _Laz. Madona_, my Love, not guilty, not guilty, open the door. - - _Enter_ Julia. - - _Jul._ Art thou come sweet-heart? - - _Laz._ Yes, to [thy] soft embraces, and the rest of my over-flowing - blisses; come, let us in and swim in our delights: a short Grace as - we go, and so to meat. - - _Jul._ Nay my dear Love, you must bear with me in this; we'll to - the Church first. - - _Laz._ Shall I be sure of it then? - - _Jul._ By my love you shall. - - _Laz._ I am content, for I do now wish to hold off longer, to whet - my appetite, and do desire to meet with more troubles, so I might - conquer them: - - And as a holy Lover that hath spent - The tedious night with many a sigh and tears; - Whilst he pursu'd his wench: and hath observ'd - The smiles, and frowns, not daring to displease - When at last, hath with his service won - Her yielding heart; that she begins to dote - Upon him, and can hold no longer out, - But hangs about his neck, and wooes him more - Than ever he desir'd her love before: - Then begins to flatter his desert, - And growing wanton, needs will cast her off; - Try her, pick quarrels, to breed fresh delight, - And to increase his pleasing appetite. - - _Jul._ Come Mouse will you walk? - - _Laz._ I pray thee let me be deliver'd of the joy I am so big with, - I do feel that high heat within me, that I begin to doubt whether I - be mortal: - - How I contemn my fellows in the Court, - With whom I did but yesterday converse? - And in a lower, and an humbler key - Did walk and meditate on grosser meats? - There are they still poor rogues, shaking their chops, - And sneaking after Cheeses, and do run - Headlong in chace, of every Jack of Beer - That crosseth them, in hope of some repast, - That it will bring them to, whilst I am here, - The happiest wight that ever set his tooth - To a dear novelty: approach my love, - Come, let's go to knit the True Loves knot, - That never can be broken. - - _Boy._ That is to marry a whore. - - _Laz._ When that is done, then will we taste the gift, - Which Fates have sent my Fortunes up to lift. - - _Boy._ When that is done, you'll begin to repent upon a full - stomach; but I see, 'tis but a form in destiny, not to be alter'd. - [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Arrigo _and Oriana_. - - _Oria._ Sir, what may be the current of your business, that thus - you single out your time and place? - - _Arri._ Madam, the business now impos'd upon me, concerns you - nearly, I wish some worser man might finish it. - - _Ori._ Why are ye chang'd so? are ye not well Sir? - - _Arr._ Yes Madam, I am well, wo'd you were so. - - _Oria._ Why Sir, I feel my self in perfect health. - - _Arri._ And yet ye cannot live long, Madam. - - _Oria._ Why good _Arrigo_? - - _Arr._ Why? ye must dye. - - _Oria._ I know I must, but yet my fate calls not upon me. - - _Arr._ It does; this hand the Duke commands shall give you death. - - _Oria._ Heaven, and the powers Divine, guard well the innocent. - - _Arr._ Lady, your Prayers may do your soul some good, - That sure your body cannot merit by 'em: - You must prepare to die. - - _Orian._ What's my offence? what have these years committed, - That may be dangerous to the Duke, or State? - Have I conspir'd by poison, have I giv'n up - My honor to some loose unsetl'd bloud - That may give action to my plots? - Dear Sir, let me not dye ignorant of my faults? - - _Arr._ Ye shall not. - Then Lady, you must know, you're held unhonest; - The Duke, your Brother, and your friends in Court, - With too much grief condemn ye: though to me, - The fault deserves not to be paid with death. - - _Orian._ Who's my accuser? - - _Arri._ Lord _Gondarino_. - - _Orian. Arrigo_, take these words, and bear them to the Duke, - It is the last petition I shall ask thee: - Tell him the child this present hour brought forth - To see the world has not a soul more pure, more white, - - More Virgin than I have; Tell him Lord _Gondarino's_ Plot, I suffer - for, and willingly: tell him it had been a greater honor, to have - sav'd than kill'd: but I have done: strike, I am arm'd for heaven. - Why, stay you? is there any hope? - - _Arri._ I would not strike. - - _Orian._ Have you the power to save? - - _Arri._ With hazard of my life, if it should be known. - - _Orian._ You will not venture that? - - _Arri._ I will Lady: there is that means yet to escape your death, - if you can wisely apprehend [it]. - - _Orian._ Ye dare not be so kind? - - _Arri._ I dare, and will, if you dare but deserve't. - - _Ori._ If I should slight my life, I were [to] blame. - - _Arri._ Then Madam, this is the means, or else you die: I love you. - - _Orian._ I shall believe it, if you save my life. - - _Arri._ And you must lie with me. - - _Orian._ I dare not buy my life so. - - _Arri._ Come, ye must resolve, say yea or no. - - _Orian._ Then no; nay, look not ruggedly upon me, I am made up too - strong to fear such looks: Come, do your Butchers part: before I - would wish life, with the dear loss of honour, I dare find means to - free my self. - - _Arr._ Speak, will ye yield? - - _Orian._ Villain, I will not; Murtherer, do thy worst, thy base - unnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am above thee slave. - - _Arri._ Wilt thou not be drawn to yield by fair perswasions? - - _Orian._ No, nor by-- - - _Arri._ Peace, know your doom then; your Ladyship must remember, - you are not now at home, where you dare [jeast at] all that come - about you: but you are fallen under my mercy, which shall be but - small; if thou refuse to yield: hear what I have sworn unto my - self; I will enjoy thee, though it be between the parting of thy - soul and body; yield yet and live. - - _Orian._ I'll guard the one, let Heaven guard the other. - - _Arri._ Are you so resolute then? - - [_Duke from above._ Hold, hold I say.] - - _Orian._ What [have] I? yet more terror to my tragedy? - - _Arri._ Lady, the Scene of bloud is done; ye are now as free from - scandal, as from death. - - _Enter Duke, Count, and_ Gondarino. - - _Duke._ Thou Woman which wert born to teach men virtue, - Fair, sweet, and modest Maid, forgive my thoughts, - My trespass was my love. - Seize _Gondarino_, let him wait our dooms. - - _Gond._ I do begin a little to love this woman; I could endure her - already twelve miles off. - - _Count._ Sister, I am glad you have brought your honor off so - fairly, without loss: you have done a work above your sex, the Duke - admires it: give him fair encounter. - - _Duke._ Best of all comforts, may I take this hand, and call it - mine? - - _Ori._ I am your Graces handmaid. - - _Duke._ Would ye had sed my self: might it not be so Lady? - - _Count._ Sister, say I, I know you can afford it. - - _Ori._ My Lord, I am your subject, you may command me, provided - still, your thoughts be fair and good. - - _Duke._ Here I am yours, and when I cease to be so, - Let heaven forget me: thus I make it good. - - _Ori._ My Lord, I am no more mine own. - - _Count._ So, this bargain was well driven. - - _Gond._ Duke, thou hast sold away thy self to all perdition; thou - art this present hour becomming Cuckold: methinks I see thy gaul - grate through thy veins, and jealousie seize thee with her talons: - I know that womans nose must be cut off, she cannot scape it. - - _Duke._ Sir, we have punishment for you. - - _Orian._ I do beseech your Lordship, for the wrongs this man hath - done me, let me pronounce his punishment. - - _Duke._ Lady, I give't to you, he is your own. - - _Gond._ I do beseech your Grace, let me be banisht with all the - speed that may be. - - _Count._ Stay still, you shall attend her sentence. - - _Orian._ Lord _Gondarino_, you have wrong'd me highly; yet since it - sprung from no peculiar hate to me, but from a general dislike unto - all women, you shall thus suffer for it; _Arrigo_, call in some - Ladies to assist us; will your Grace [t]ake your State? - - _Gond._ My Lord, I do beseech your Grace for any punishment saving - this woman, let me be sent upon discovery of some Island; I do - desire but a small Gondela, with ten Holland Cheeses, and I'll - undertake it. - - _Oria._ Sir, ye must be content, will ye sit down? nay, do it - willingly: _Arrigo_, tie his Arms close to the chair, I dare not - trust his patience. - - _[G]ond._ Mayst thou be quickly old and painted; mayst thou dote - upon some sturdy Yeoman of the Wood-yard, and he be honest; mayst - thou be barr'd the lawful lechery of thy Coach, for want of - instruments; and last, be thy womb unopen'd. - - _Duke._ This fellow hath a pretty gaul. - - _Count._ My Lord, I hope to see him purg'd e'r he part. - - _Enter Ladies._ - - _Oria._ Your Ladyships are welcome: I must desire your helps, - though you are no Physitians, to do a strange cure upon this - Gentleman. - - _Ladies._ In what we can assist you Madam, ye may command us. - - _Gond._ Now do I sit like a Conjurer within my circle, and these - the Devils that are rais'd about me, I will pray that they may have - no power upon me. - - _Oria._ Ladies, fall off in couples, then with a [s]oft still - march, with low demeanors, charge this Gentleman, I'll be your - Leader. - - _Gond._ Let me be quarter'd Duke quickly, I can endure it: these - women long for Mans flesh, let them have it. - - _Duke._ Count, have you ever seen so strange a passion? what would - this fellow do, if he should find himself in bed with a young Lady? - - _Count._ 'Faith my Lord, if he could get a knife, sure he wou'd cut - her throat, or else he wou'd do as _Hercules_ did by _Lycas_, swing - out her soul: h'as the true hate of a woman in him. - - _Oria._ Low with your Cursies Ladies. - - _Gond._ Come not too near me, I have a breath will poison ye, - my lungs are rotten, and my stomach is raw: I am given much to - belching: hold off, as you love sweet airs; Ladies, by your first - nights pleasure, I conjure you, as you wou'd have your Husbands - proper men, strong backs, and little legs, as you would have 'em - hate your Waiting-women. - - _Oria._ Sir, we must court ye, till we have obtain'd some little - favour from those gracious eyes, 'tis but a kiss a piece. - - _Gond._ I pronounce perdition to ye all; ye are a parcel of that - damned crew that fell down with _Lucifer_, and here ye staid on - earth to plague poor men; vanish, avaunt, I am fortified against - your charms; heaven grant me breath and patience. - - _1 Lady._ Shall we not kiss then? - - _Gond._ No sear my lips with hot irons first, or stitch them up - like a Ferrets: oh that this brunt were over! - - _2 Lady._ Come, come, little rogue, thou art too maidenly by my - troth, I think I must box thee till thou be'st bolder; the more - bold, the more welcome: I prethee kiss me, be not afraid. [_She - sits on his knee._ - - _Gond._ If there be any here, that yet have so much of the fool - left in them, as to love their mothers, let them [looke] on her, - and loath them too. - - _2 Lady._ What a slovenly little villain art thou, why dost thou - not stroke up thy hair? I think thou ne'er comb'st it: I must have - it lie in better order; so, so, so, let me see thy hands, are they - wash'd? - - _Gond._ I would th[e]y were loose for thy sake. - - _Duke._ She tortures him admirably. - - _Count._ The best that ever was. - - _2 Lady._ Alas, how cold they are, poor golls, why dost thee not - get thee a Muff? - - _Arri._ Madam, here's an old Countrey Gentlewoman at the door, that - came nodding up for justice, she was with the Lord _Gondarino_ to - day, and would now again come to the speech of him, she says. - - _Oria._ Let her in, for sports sake, let her in. - - _Gond._ Mercy, oh Duke, I do appeal to thee: plant Canons there, - and discharge them against my breast rather: nay, first let this - she-fury sit still where she does, and with her nimble fingers - stroke my hair, play with my fingers ends, or any thing, until my - panting heart have broke my breast. - - _Duke._ You must abide her censure. [_The Lady rises from his knee._ - - _Enter old Gentlewoman._ - - _Gond._ I see her come, unbutton me, for she will speak. - - _Gentlew._ Where is he Sir? - - _Gond._ Save me, I hear her. - - _Ar._ There he is in state to give you audience. - - _Gentlew._ How does your [good] Lordship? - - _Gond._ Sick of the spleen. - - _Gentlew._ How? - - _Gond._ Sick. - - _Gentlew._ Will you chew a Nutmeg, you shall not refuse it, it is - very comfortable. - - _Gond._ Nay, now thou art come, I know it - Is the Devils Jubile, Hell is broke loose: - My Lord, if ever I have done you service, - Or have deserv'd a favour of your Grace, - Let me be turn'd upon some present action, - Where I may sooner die, than languish thus; - Your Grace hath her petition, grant it her, and ease me now at last. - - _Duke._ No Sir, you must endure. - - _Gentlew._ For my petition, I hope your Lordship hath remembred me. - - _Oria._ 'Faith I begin to pity him, _Arrigo_, take her off, bear - her away, say her petition is granted. - - _Gentlew._ Wh[i]ther do you draw me Sir? I know it is not my Lords - pleasure I should be thus used, before my business be dispatched? - - _Arr._ You shall know more of that without. - - _Oria._ Unbind him Ladies, but before he go, this he shall promise; - for the love I bear to our own sex, I would have them still hated - by thee, and injoyn thee as a punishment, never hereafter willingly - to come in the presence, or sight of any woman, nor never to seek - wrongfully the publick disgrace of any. - - _Gond._ 'Tis that I would have sworn, and do: when I [meddle] with - them, for their good, or their bad; may Time [call] back this day - again, and when I come in their companies, may I catch the pox, by - their breath, and have no other pleasure for it. - - _Duke._ Ye are [too] merciful. - - _Oria._ My Lord, I shew'd my sex the better. - - _Gond._ All is over-blown Sister: y'are like to have a fair night - of it, and a Prince in your Arms: let's goe my Lord. - - _Duke._ Thus through the doubtful streams of joy and grief, True - Love doth wade, and finds at last relief. [_Exeunt omnes._ - - - - -NICE VALOUR. - -A Comedy. - - -The Persons represented in the Play. - - Duke _of_ Genova. - Shamont _his Favourite, a superstitious lover of reputation._ - A passionate Lord, _the Duke's distracted kinsman._ - A Soldier, _brother to_ Shamont. - Lapet, _the cowardly Monsieur of_ Nice Valour. - A Gallant _of the same Temper._ - Pultrot, } _Two Mushroom_ - Mombazon, } _Courtiers._ - Two Brothers _to the Lady, affecting the passionate Lord_. - Four Courtiers. - Jester. - A Priest } _In a Masque._ - Six Women } - Galoshio, _a Clown, such another try'd piece of Man's flesh_. - - WOMEN. - - Lady, _Sister to the Duke_, Shamont's _beloved_. - Lapet's _Wife_. - A Lady, _personating_ Cupid, _Mistriss to the mad Lord_. - - The Scene Genova. - - - - -The PROLOGUE at the reviving of this Play. - - - _It's grown in fashion of late in these days,_ - _To come and beg a suff[eranc]e to our Plays_ - _'Faith Gentlemen, our Poet ever writ_ - _Language so good, mixt with such sprightly wit,_ - _He made the Theatre so Sovereign_ - _With his rare Scænes, he scorn'd this crouching vein:_ - _We stabb'd him with keen daggers when we pray'd_ - _Him write a Preface to a Play well made._ - _He could not write these toyes, 'tw[a]s easier far,_ - _To bring a Felon to appear at th' Barr_ - _So much he hated baseness; which this day,_ - _His Scænes will best convince you of in's Play._ - - - - -_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Duke_, Shamount, _and four Gentlemen_. - - _Duke. Shamount_, welcome; we have mist thee long, - Though absent but two days: I hope your sports - Answer your time and wishes. - - _Sham._ Very nobly Sir; - We found game, worthy your delight my Lord, - It was so royal. - - _Duke._ I've enough to hear on't. - Prethee bestow't upon me in discourse. - - _1 Gent._ What is this Gentleman, Coz? you are a Courtier, - Therefore know all their insides. - - _2 Gent._ No farther than the Taffaty goes, good Coz. - For the most part, which is indeed the best part - Of the most general inside; marry thus far - I can with boldness speak this one mans character, - And upon honor, pass it for a true one; - He has that strength of manly merit in him, - That it exceeds his Sovereigns power of gracing; - He's faithfully true to valour, that he hates - The man from _Cæsar's_ time, or farther off, - That ever took disgrace unreveng'd: - And if he chance to read his abject story, - He tears his memory out; and holds it virtuous, - Not to let shame have so much life amongst us; - There is not such a curious piece of courage - Amongst mans fellowship, or one so jealous - Of honors loss, or repu[t]ations glory: - There's so much perfect of his growing story. - - _1 Gent._ 'Twould make one dote on virtue as you tell it. - - _2 Gent._ I have told it to much loss, believe it Coz. - - _3 Gent._ How the Duke graces him! what is he brother? - - _4 Gent._ Do you not yet know him? a vain-glorious coxcomb, - As proud as he that fell for't: - Set but aside his valour, no virtue, - Which is indeed, not fit for any Courtier; - And we his fellows are as good as he, - Perhaps as capable of favour too, - For one thing or another, if 'twere look'd into: - Give me a man, were I a Sovereign now - Has a good stroke [a]t _Tennis_, and a stiff one, - Can play at _Æquinoctium_ with the Line, - As even, as the thirteenth of _September_, - When day and night lie in a scale together: - Or may I thrive, as I deserve at _Billiards_; - No otherwise at _Chesse_, or at _Primero_: - These are the parts requir'd, why not advanc'd? - - _Duke._ Trust me, it was no less than excellent pleasure, - And I'm right glad 'twas thine. How fares our kinsman? - Who can resolve us best? - - 1 _Gent._ I can my Lord. - - _Duke._ There, if I had a pity without bounds, - It might be all bestowed----A man so lost - In the wild ways of passion, that he's sensible - Of nought, but what torments him? - - _1 Gent._ True my Lord, - He runs through all the Passions of mankind, - And shifts 'em strangely too: one while in love, - And that so violent, that for want of business, - He'll court the very Prentice of a Laundress, - Though she have kib'd heels: and in's melancholly agen, - He will not brook an Empress though thrice fairer - Than ever _Maud_ was; or higher spirited - Than _Cleopatra_, or your _English_ Countess: - Then on a suddain he's so merry again, - Out-laughs a Waiting-woman before her first Child: - And turning of a hand, so angry-- - Has almost beat the Northern fellow blind; - That is for that use only; if that mood hold my Lord, - Had need of a fresh man; I'll undertake, - He shall bruise three a month. - - _Duke._ I pity him dearly: - And let it be your charge, with his kind brother - To see his moods observ'd; let every passion - Be fed ev'n to a surfet, which in time - May breed a loathing: let him have enough - Of every object, that his sence is wrapt with; - And being once glutted, then the taste of folly - Will come into his rellish. [_Exit._ - - _1 Gent._ I shall see - Your charge my Lord, most faith[fully] effected: - And how does noble _Shamount_? - - _Sham._ Never ill man - Until I hear of baseness, then I sicken: - I am the healthfull'st man i'th' kingdom else. - - _Enter_ Lapet. - - _1 Gent._ Be armed then for a fit, - Here comes a fellow - Will make you sick at heart, if baseness do't. - - _Sha._ Let me be gone: what is he? - - _1 Gent._ Let me tell you first, - It can be but a qualm: pray stay it out Sir, - Come, y'ave born more than this. - - _Sha._ Born? never any thing - That was injurious. - - _2 Gent._ Ha, I am far from that. - - _Sham._ He looks as like a man as I have seen one: - What would you speak of him? speak well I prethee, - Even for humanities cause. - - _1 Gent._ You'd have it truth though? - - _Sham._ What else Sir? I have no reason to wrong heav'n - To favour nature; let her bear her own shame - If she be faulty. - - _1 Gent._ Monstrous faulty there Sir. - - _Sham._ I'm ill at ease already. - - _1 Gent._ Pray bear up Sir. - - _Sham._ I prethee let me take him down with speed then; - Like a wild object that I would not look upon. - - _1 Gent._ Then thus: he's one that will endure as much - As can be laid upon him. - - _Sham._ That may be noble: - I'm kept too long from his acquaintance. - - _1 Gent._ Oh Sir, - Take heed of rash repentance, y'are too forward - To find out virtue where it never setl'd: - Take the particulars first, of what he endures; - _Videlicet_, Bastinadoes by the great. - - _Sham._ How! - - _1 Gent._ Thumps by the dozen, and your kicks by wholesale. - - _Sham._ No more of him. - - _1 Gent._ The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up, - And holds it the best remedy for sneezing. - - _Sham._ Away. - - _1 Gent._ H'as been thrice switch'd from 7 a clock till 9. - Yet with a Cart-Horse stomach, fell to breakfast; - Forgetful of his smart. - - _Sham._ Nay, the disgrace on't; - There's no smart but that: base things are felt - More by their shames than hurts, Sir. I know you not. - But that you live an injury to nature: - I'm heartily angry with you. - - _Lap._ Pray give your blow or kick, and begone then: - For I ne'er saw you before; and indeed, - Have nothing to say to you, for I know you not. - - _Sham._ Why wouldst thou take a blow? - - _Lap._ I would not Sir, - Unless 'twere offer'd me; and if from an enemy-- - I'd be loth to deny it from a stranger. - - _Sham._ What, a blow? - Endure a blow? and shall he live that gives it? - - _Lap._ Many a fair year----why not Sir? - - _Sham._ Let me wonder! - As full a man to see to, and as perfect-- - I prethee live not long-- - - _Lap._ How? - - _Sham._ Let me intreat it: - Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind, - To walk so long here; not to dye betimes. - Let me advise thee, while thou hast to live here, - Ev'n for man's honour sake, take not a blow more. - - _Lap._ You should advise them not to strike me then Sir, - For I'll take none I assure you, 'less they are given. - - _Sham._ How fain would I preserve mans form from shame - And cannot get it done! however Sir, - I charge thee live not long. - - _Lap._ This is worse than beating. - - _Sham._ Of what profession art thou, tell me Sir, - Besides a Tailor? for I'll know the truth. - - _Lap._ A Tailor? I'm as good a Gentleman-- - Can shew my Arms and all. - - _Sham._ How black and blew they are! - Is that your manifestation? upon pain - Of pounding thee to dust, assume not wrongfully - The name of Gentleman, because I'm one, - That must not let thee live. - - _Lap._ I have done, I have done Sir. - If there be any harm, beshrew the Herald, - I'm sure I ha' not been so long a Gentleman, - To make this anger: I have nothing no where, - But what I dearly pay for. [_Exit._ - - _Sham._ Groom begone; - I never was so heart-sick yet of man. - - _Enter Lady, the Duke's Sister_, Lapet's _wife_. - - _1 Gent._ Here comes a cordial, Sir, from th'other sex, - Able to make a dying face look chearful. - - _Sham._ The blessedness of Ladies--. - - _Lady._ Y'are well met Sir. - - _Sham._ The sight of you has put an evil from me, - Whose breath was able to make virtue sicken. - - _Lady._ I'm glad I came so fortunately. What was't Sir? - - _Sham._ A thing that takes a blow, lives, and eats after it, - In very good health; you ha' not seen the like, Madam, - A Monster worth your sixpence, lovely worth. - - [_1 Gent._] Speak low Sir; by all likely-hoods 'tis her Husband, Lady, - That now bestow'd a visitation on me. Farewel Sir. [_Exit._ - - _Sham._ Husband? is't possible that he has a wife? - Would any creature have him? 'tis some forc'd match, - If he were not kick'd to th' Church o' th' wedding day, - I'll never come at Court. Can be no otherwise: - Perhaps he was rich, speak mistriss _Lapet_, was't not so? - - _Wife._ Nay, that's without all question. - - _Sh._ O ho, he would not want kickers enow then; - If you are wise, I much suspect your honesty; - For wisdom never fastens constantly, - But upon merit: if you incline to fool, - You are alike unfit for his society; - Nay, if it were not boldness in the man - That honors you, to advise you, troth his company - Should not be frequent with you. - - _Wife._ 'Tis good counsel Sir. - - _Sham._ Oh, I am so careful where I reverence, - So just to goodness, and her precious purity, - I'm as equally jealous, and as fearful, - That any undeserved stain might fall - Upon her sanctified whiteness, as of the sin - That comes by wilfulness. - - _Wife._ Sir, I love your thoughts, - And honor you for your counsel and your care. - - _Sham._ We are your servants. - - _Wife._ He's but a Gentleman o'th' chamber; he might have kist me: - Faith, where shall one find less courtesie, than at Court? - Say I have an undeserver to my Husband: - That's ne'er the worse for him: well strange lip'd men, - 'Tis but a kiss lost, there'll more come agen. [_Exit._ - - _Enter the passionate Lord, the Dukes kinsman, makes_ - _a congie or two to nothing._ - - _1 Gent._ Look, who comes here Sir, his love-fit's upon him: - I know it, by that sett smile, and those congies. - How courteous he's to nothing! which indeed, - Is the next kin to woman; only shadow - The elder Sister of the twain, because 'tis seen too. - See how it kisses the fore-finger still; - Which is the last edition, and being come - So near the thumb, every Cobler has got it. - - _Sham._ What a ridiculous piece, humanity - Here makes it self! - - _1 Gent._ Nay good give leave a little, Sir, - Y'are so precise a manhood-- - - _Sham._ It afflicts me - When I behold unseemliness in an Image - So near the Godhead, 'tis an injury - To glorious Eternity. - - _1 Gent._ Pray use patience, Sir. - - _Pas._ I do confess it freely, precious Lady, - And loves suit is so, the longer it hangs - The worse it is; better cut off, sweet Madam; - Oh, that same drawing in your neather Lip there, - Fore-shews no goodness, Lady; make you question on't? - Shame on me, but I love you. - - _1 Gent._ Who is't Sir, - You are at all this pains for? may I know her? - - _Pas._ For thee thou fairest, yet the falsest woman, - That ever broke man's heart-strings. - - _1 Gent._ How? how's this Sir? - - _Pas._ What the old trick of Ladies? man's apparel, - Will't ne'er be left amongst you? steal from Court in't? - - _1 Gent._ I see the Fit grows stronger. - - _Pas._ Pray let's talk a little. - - _Sham._ I can endure no more. - - _1 Gent._ Good, let's alone a little: - You are so exact a work: love light things somewhat, Sir. - - _Sham._ Th'are all but shames. - - _1 Gent._ What is't you'd say to me, Sir? - - _Pas._ Can you be so forgetful to enquire it Lady? - - _1 Gent._ Yes truely, Sir. - - _Pas._ The more I admire your flintiness: - What cause have I given you, illustrious Madam, - To play this strange part with me? - - _1 Gent._ Cause enough, - Do but look back Sir, into your memory, - Your love to other women, oh lewd man: - 'Tas almost kill'd my heart, you see I'm chang'd with it, - I ha' lost the fashion of my Sex with grief on't, - When I have seen you courting of a Dowdie; - Compar'd with me, and kissing your fore-finger - To one o'th' Black-Guards Mistresses: would not this - Crack a poor Ladies heart, that believ'd love, - And waited for the comfort? but 'twas said, Sir, - A Lady of my hair cannot want pittying: - The Countrey's coming up, farewel to you Sir. - - _Pas._ Whither intend you, Sir? - - _1 Gent._ A long journey, Sir: - The truth is, I'm with child, and goe to travel. - - _Pas._ With child? I never got it. - - _1 Gent._ I heard you were busie - At the same time, Sir, and was loth to trouble you. - - _Pas._ Why, are not you a whore then, excellent Madam? - - _1 Gent._ Oh by no means, 'twas done Sir in the state - Of my belief in you, and that quits me; - It lies upon your falshood. - - _Pas._ Does it so? - You shall not carry her though Sir, she's my contract. - - _Sham._ I prethee, thou four Elements ill brued, - Torment none but thy self; away I say - Thou beast of passion, as the drunkard is - The beast of Wine; dishonor to thy making, - Thou man in fragments. - - _Pas._ Hear me, precious Madam. - - _Sham._ Kneel for thy wits to Heaven. - - _Pas._ Lady, I'll father it, - Who e'er begot it: 'tis the course of greatness. - - _Sham._ How virtue groans at this! - - _Pas._ I'll raise the Court, but I'll stay your flight. - - _Sham._ How wretched is that piece! [_Ex. Pas. Lord._ - - _1 Gent._ He's the Dukes kinsman, Sir. - - _Sham._ That cannot take a passion away, Sir, - Nor cut a Fit, but one poor hour shorter, - He must endure as much as the poorest begger, - That cannot change his money; there's th' equality - In our impartial Essence: - What's the news now? - - _Enter a Servant._ - - _Ser._ Your worthy brother, Sir, 'has left his charge, - And come to see you. - - _Enter_ Shamount's _brother, a Soldier_. - - _Sham._ Oh the noblest welcome - That ever came from man, meet thy deservings: - Methinks I've all joyes treasure in mine arms now. - - _Sold._ You are so fortunate in prevention, brother, - You always leave the answerer barren, Sir, - You comprehend in few words so much worth-- - - _Sham._ 'Tis all too little for thee: come th'art welcome, - So I include all: take especial knowledge pray, - Of this dear Gentleman, my absolute friend, - That loves a Soldier far above a Mistriss, - Thou excellently faithful to 'em both. - But love to manhood, owns the purer troth. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Shamont's _brother, a Soldier and a Lady,_ - _the Dukes Sister_. - - _Lady._ There should be in this Gallery--oh th'are here, - Pray sit down, believe me Sir, I'm weary. - - _Sold._ It well becomes a Lady to complain a little - Of what she never feels: your walk was short, Madam, - You can be but afraid of weariness; - Which well employs the softness of your Sex, - As for the thing it self, you never came to't. - - _La._ You're wond'rously well read in Ladies, Sir. - - _Sold._ Shall I think such a creature as you Madam, - Was ever born to feel pain, but in Travel? - There's your full portion, - Besides a little tooth-ach in the breeding, - Which a kind Husband too, takes from you, Madam. - - _La._ But where do Ladies, Sir, find such kind Husbands? - Perhaps you have heard - The Rheumatick story of some loving Chandler now, - Or some such melting fellow that you talk - So prodigal of mens kindness: I confess Sir, - Many of those wives are happy, their ambition - Does reach no higher, than to Love and Ignorance, - Which makes an excellent Husband, and a fond one: - Now Sir, your great ones aim at height, and cunning, - And so are oft deceiv'd, yet they must venture it; - For 'tis a Ladies contumely, Sir, - To have a Lord an Ignorant; then the worlds voice - Will deem her for a wanton, e'r she taste on't: - But to deceive a wise man, to whose circumspection, - The world resigns it self, with all his envy; - 'Tis less dishonor to us [then] to fall, - Because his believ'd wisdom keeps out all. - - _Sold._ Would I were the man, Lady, that should venture - His wisdom to your goodness. - - _La._ You might fail - In the return, as many men have done, Sir: - I dare not justifie what is to come of me, - Because I know it not, though I hope virtuously; - Marry what's past, or present, I durst put - Into a good mans hand, which if he take - Upon my word for good, it shall not cozen him. - - _Sol._ No, nor hereafter? - - _La._ It may hap so too, Sir: - A womans goodness, when she is a wife, - Lies much upon a mans desert, believe it Sir, - If there be fault in her, I'll pawn my life on't, - 'Tis first in him, if she were ever good, - That makes one; knowing not a Husband yet, - Or what he may be: I promise no more virtues, - Than I may well perform, for that were cozenage. - - _Sol._ Happy were he that had you with all fears, - That's my opinion, Lady. - - _Enter_ Shamount _and a servant list'ning_. - - _Serv._ What say you now, Sir? - Dare you give confidence to your own eyes? - - _Sham._ Not yet I dare not. - - _Serv._ No? - - _Sham._ Scarce yet, or yet: - Although I see 'tis he. Why can a thing, - That's but my self divided, be so false? - - _Serv._ Nay, do but mark how the chair plays hi[s] part too: - How amoro[u]sly 'tis bent. - - _Sh[a]m._ Hell take thy bad thoughts, - For they are strange ones. Never take delight - To make a torment worse. Look on 'em heaven, - For that's a brother: send me a fair enemy, - And take him; for a fouler Fiend there breathes not: - I will not sin to think there's ill in her, - But what's of his producing. - Yet goodness, whose inclosure is but flesh, - Holds out oft times but sorrily. But as black Sir, - As ever kindred was: I hate mine own bloud, - Because i[t] is so near thine. Live without honesty, - And mayst thou dye with an unmoist'ned eye, - And no tear follow thee. [_Ex._ Shamont, _Servant_. - - _La._ Y'are wond'rous merry Sir; I would your Brother heard you. - - _Sold._ Oh my Sister, - I would not out o'th' way, let fall my words Lady, - For the precisest humor. - - _Enter passionate Lord._ - - _Pas._ Yea, so close. - - _Sold._ Th'are merry, that's the worst you can report on 'em: - Th'are neither dangerous, nor immodest. - - _Pas._ So Sir, - Shall I believe you, think you? - - _Sold._ Who's this Lady? - - _La._ Oh the Dukes Cosin, he came late from travel, Sir. - - _Sold._ Respect belongs to him. - - _Pas._ For as I said, Lady, - Th'are merry, that's the worst you can report of 'em: - Th'are neither dangerous, nor immodest. - - _Sold._ How's this? - - _Pas._ And there I think I left. - - _Sold._ Abuses me. - - _Pas._ Now to proceed, Lady; perhaps I swore I lov'd you, - If you believe me not, y'are much the wiser. - - _Sold._ He speaks still in my person, and derides me. - - _Pas._ For I can cog with you. - - _La._ You can all do so: - We make no question of mens promptness that way. - - _Pas._ And smile, and wave a chair with comely grace too, - Play with our Tastle gently, and do fine things, - That catch a Lady sooner than a virtue. - - _Sold._ I never us'd to let man live so long - That wrong'd me. - - _Pas._ Talk of Battalions, wooe you in a skirmish; - Divine my mind to you Lady; and being sharp set, - Can court you at Half pike: or name your weapon, - We cannot fail you Lady. - - _Enter 1 Gentleman._ - - _Sold._ Now he dies: - Were all succeeding hopes stor'd up within him. - - _1 Gent._ Oh fie, i'th' Court, Sir? - - _Sold._ I most dearly thank you; Sir. - - _1 Gent._ 'Tis rage ill spent upon a passionate mad man. - - _Sold._ That shall not priviledge him for ever, Sir: - A mad man call you him? I have found too much reason - Sound in his injury to me, to believe him so. - - _1 Gent._ If ever truth from mans lips may be held - In reputation with you, give this confidence; - And this his Love-fit, which we observe still, - By's flattering and his fineness: at some other time, - He'll go as slovenly as heart can wish. - The love and pity that his Highness shews to him, - Makes every man the more respectful of him: - Has never a passion, but is well provided for, - As this of Love, he is full fed in all - His swinge, as I may tearm it: have but patience, - And ye shall witness somewhat. - - _Sold._ Still he mocks me: - Look you, in action, in behaviour, Sir; - Hold still the chair, with a grand mischief to you, - Or I'll let so much strength upon your heart, Sir-- - - _Pas._ I feel some power has restrain'd me Lady: - If it be sent from Love, say, I obey it, - And ever keep a voice to welcome it. - - SONG. - - _Thou Deity, swift winged Love,_ - _Sometimes below, sometimes above,_ - _Little in shape, but great in power,_ - _Thou that mak'st a heart thy Tower,_ - _And thy loop-holes Ladies eyes,_ - _From whence thou strik'st the fond and wise._ - _Did all the Shafts in thy fair Quiver_ - _Stick fast in my ambitious Liver;_ - _Yet thy power would I adore._ - _And call upon thee to shoot more,_ - _Shoot more, shoot more._ - - _Enter one like a_ Cupid, _offering to shoot at him_. - - _Pas._ I prethee hold though, sweet Celestial boy; - I'm not requited yet with love enough, - For the first Arrow that I have within me; - And if thou be an equal Archer _Cupid_, - Shoot this Lady, and twenty more for me. - - _La._ Me Sir? - - _1 Gent._ 'Tis nothing but device, fear it not Lady; - You may be as good a Maid after that shaft, Madam, - As e'er your mother was at twelve and a half: - 'Tis like the boy that draws it, 'tas no sting yet. - - _Cup._ 'Tis like the miserable Maid that draws it--_Aside._ - That sees no comfort yet, seeing him so passionate. - - _Pas._ Strike me the Duchess of _Valois_ in love with me, - With all the speed thou canst, and two of her Women. - - _Cu._ You shall have more. [_Exit._ - - _Pas._ Tell 'em I tarry for 'em. - - _1 Gent._ Who would be angry with that walking trouble now? - That hurts none but it self? - - _Sold._ I am better quieted. - - _Pas._ I'll have all women-kind struck in time for me - After thirteen once: - I see this _Cupid_ will not let me want, - And let him spend his forty shafts an hour, - They shall be all found from the Dukes Exchequer; - He's come already. - - _Enter again the same_ Cupid, _two Brothers, six Women Maskers_, - Cupid's _Bow bent all the way towards them, the first woman - singing and playing, a Priest_. - - SONG. - - _Oh turn thy bow,_ - _Thy power we feel and know,_ - _Fair_ Cupid _turn away thy Bow:_ - _They be those golden Arrows,_ - _Bring Ladies all their sorrows,_ - _And till there be more truth in men,_ - _Never shoot at Maid agen._ - - _Pas._ What a felicity of whores are here! - And all my Concubines struck bleeding new: - A man can in his life time make but one woman, - But he may make his fifty Queans a month. - - _Cu._ Have you remembred a Priest, honest brothers? - - _1 Bro._ Yes Sister, and this is the young Gentleman, - Make you no question of our faithfulness. - - _2 Bro._ His growing shame, Sister, provokes our care: - - _Priest._ He must be taken in this fit of Love, Gentlemen. - - _1 Bro._ What else Sir, he shall do't. - - _2 Bro._ Enough. - - _1 Bro._ Be chearful wench. [_A dance._ Cupid _leading_. - - _Pas._ Now by the stroke of pleasure, a deep oath, - Nimbly hopt Ladies all; what height they bear too! - A story higher than your common statures; - A little man must go up stairs to kiss 'em: - What a great space there is - Betwixt Loves Dining Chamber, and his Garret! - I'll try the utmost height--the Garret stoops methinks; - The rooms are made all bending, I see that, - And not so high as a man takes 'em for. - - _Cu._ Now if you'll follow me Sir, I've that power, - To make them follow you. - - _Pas._ Are they all shot? - - _Cu._ All, all Sir, every mothers daughter of 'em. - - _Pas._ Then there's no fear of following; if they be once shot - They'll follow a man to th' devil--As for you, Sir-- - - [_Ex. with the Lady and the Masquers._ - - _Sold._ Me Sir? - - _1 Gent._ Nay sweet Sir. - - _Sold._ A noise, a threatening, did you not hear it Sir? - - _1 Gent._ Without regard, Sir, so would I hear you. - - _Sold._ This must come to something, never talk of that Sir. - You never saw it otherwise. - - _1 Gent._ Nay dear merit-- - - _Sold._ Me above all men? - - _1 Gent._ Troth you wrong your anger. - - _Sold._ I will be arm'd, my honourable Letcher. - - _1 Gent._ Oh fie sweet Sir. - - _Sold._ That devours womens honesties by lumps, - And never chaw'st thy pleasure: - - _2 Gent._ What do you mean, Sir? - - _Sold._ What does he mean t'ingross all to himself? - There's others love a whore as well as he Sir. - - _1 Gent._ Oh, if that be part o' th' fury, we have a City - Is very well provided for that case; - Let him alone with her, Sir, we have Women - Are very charitable to proper men, - And to a Soldier that has all his limbs; - Marry the sick and lame gets not a penny: - Right womens charity, and the Husbands follow't too: - Here comes his Highness Sir. - - _Enter Duke and Lords._ - - _Sold._ I'll walk to cool my self. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ Who's that? - - _1 Gent._ The brother of _Shamont_. - - _Duke._ He's Brother then - To all the Courts love, they that love discreetly, - And place their friendliness upon desert: - As for the rest, that with a double face - Look upon merit much like fortunes visage, - That looks two ways, both to life's calms and storms, - I'll so provide for him, chiefly for him, - He shall not wish their loves, nor dread their envies. - And here comes my _Shamont_. - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _Sham._ That Ladies virtues are my only joyes, - And he to offer to lay siege to them? - - _Duke. Shamont._ - - _Sham._ Her goodness is my pride: in all discourses, - As often as I hear rash tongu'd gallants, - Speak rudely of a woman, presently - I give in but her name, and th'are all silent: - Oh who would loose this benefit? - - _Duke._ Come hither Sir. - - _Sham._ 'Tis like the Gift of Healing, but Diviner; - For that but cures diseases in the body, - This works a cure on Fame, on Reputation: - The noblest piece of Surgery upon earth. - - _Duke. Shamont_; he minds me not. - - _Sham._ A Brother do't? - - _Duke. Shamont_ I say. [_Gives him a touch with his switch._ - - _Sham._ Ha? - If he be mortal, by this hand he perishes; [_Draws._ - Unless it be a stroke from heaven, he dies for't. - - _Duke._ Why, how now Sir? 'twas I. - - _Sham._ The more's my misery. - - _Duke._ Why, what's the matter prethee? - - _Sham._ Can you ask it, Sir? - No man else should; stood forty lives before him, - By this I would have op'd my way to him; - It could not be you Sir, excuse him not, - What e'er he be, as y'are dear to honor, - That I may find my peace agen. - - _Duke._ Forbear I say, - Upon my love to truth, 'twas none but I. - - _Sham._ Still miserable? - - _Duke._ Come, come, what ails you Sir? - - _Sham._ Never sate shame cooling so long upon me, - Without a satisfaction in revenge, - And heaven has made it here a sin to wish it. - - _Duke._ Hark you Sir! - - _Sham._ Oh y'ave undone me. - - _Duke._ How? - - _Sham._ Cruelly undone me; - I have lost my peace and reputation by you: - Sir, pardon me, I can never love you more. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ What language call you this Sirs? - - _1 Gent._ Truth my Lord, I've seldom heard a stranger-- - - _2 Gent._ He is a man of a most curious valour, - Wondrous precise, and punctual in that virtue. - - _Duke._ But why to me so punctual? my last thought - Was most intirely fixt on his advancement - Why, I came now to put him in possession - Of his fair fortunes: what a mis-conceiver 'tis! - And from a Gentleman of our Chamber meerly, - Made him Vice-Admiral: I was setled in't. - I love him next to health: call him Gentlemen; - Why would not you, or you, ha' taken as much, - And never murmur'd? [_Exit 1 Gent._ - - _2 Gent._ Troth, I think we should, my Lord, - And there's a fellow walks about the Court, - Would take a hundred of 'em. - - _Duke._ I hate you all for't, - And rather praise his high pitch'd fortitude, - Though in extreams for niceness: now I think on't, - I would I had never done't--Now Sir, where is he? - - _Enter 1 Gentleman._ - - _1 Gent._ His sute is only Sir, to be excus'd. - - _Duke._ He shall not be excus'd, I love him dearlier: - Say we intreat him; goe, he must not leave us [_Exit two Gentlemen._ - So virtue bless me, I ne'er knew him paralell'd; - Why, he's more precious to me now, than ever. - - _Enter two Gentlemen, and_ Shamont. - - _2 Gent._ With much fair language w'ave brought him. - - _Duke._ Thanks----Where is he? - - _2 Gent._ Yonder Sir. - - _Duke._ Come forward man. - - _Sham._ Pray pardon me, I'm asham'd to be seen Sir. - - _Duke._ Was ever such a touchie man heard of? - Prethee come nearer. - - _Sham._ More into the light? - Put not such cruelty into your requests my Lord, - First to disgrace me publickly, and then draw me - Into mens eye-sight, with the shame yet hot - Upon my reputation. - - _Duke._ What disgrace, Sir? - - _Sham._ What? - Such as there can be no forgiveness for, - That I can find in honour. - - _Duke._ That's most strange, Sir. - - _Sham._ Yet I have search'd my bosom to find one, - And wrestled with my inclination, - But 'twill not be: would you had kill'd me Sir. - With what an ease had I forgiven you then! - But to endure a stroke from any hand - Under a punishing Angel, which is justice, - Honor disclaim that man, for my part chiefly: - Had it been yet the malice of your sword, - Though it had cleft me, 't had been noble to me; - You should have found my thanks paid in a smile - If I had fell unworded; but to shame me, - With the correction that your horse should have, - Were you ten thousand times my royal Lord, - I cannot love you never, nor desire to serve you more. - If your drum call me, I am vowed to valour, - But peace shall never know me yours agen, - Because I've lost mine own, I speak to dye Sir; - Would you were gracious that way to take off shame, - With the same swiftness as you pour it on: - And since it is not in the power of Monarchs - To make a Gentleman, which is a substance - Only begot of merit, they should be careful - Not to destroy the worth of one so rare, - Which neither they can make; nor lost, repair. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ Y'ave set a fair light Sir before my judgement, - Which burns with wondrous clearness; I acknowledge it, - And your worth with it: but then Sir, my love, - My love--what gone agen? - - _1 Gen._ And full of scorn, my Lord. - - _Duke._ That language will undoe the man that keeps it. - Who knows no diff'rence 'twixt contempt and manhood. - Upon your love to goodness, Gentlemen, - Let me not lose him long: how now? - - _Enter a Huntsman._ - - _Hunts._ The game's at height my Lord. - - _Duke._ Confound both thee and it: hence break it off; - He hates me brings me news of any pleasure: - I felt not such a conflict since I cou'd; - Distinguish betwixt worthiness and bloud. [_Ex._ - - - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter the two Brothers, 1 Gentleman, with those that_ - _were the Masquers, and the_ Cupid. - - _1 Gent._ I heartily commend your project, Gentlemen, - 'Twas wise and virtuous. - - _1 Bro._ 'Twas for the safety - Of precious honour Sir, which near bloud binds us to: - He promis'd the poor easie fool there, marriage, - There was a good Maiden-head lost i'th' belief on't, - Beshrew her hasty confidence. - - _1 Gent._ Oh no more, Sir, - You make her weep agen; alas poor _Cupid_: - Shall she not shift her self? - - _1 Bro._ Oh by no means Sir: - We dare not have her seen yet, all the while - She keeps this shape, 'tis but thought device, - And she may follow him so without suspition, - To see if she can draw all his wild passions, - To one point only, and that's love, the main point: - So far his Highness grants, and gave at first, - Large approbation to the quick conceit, - Which then was quick indeed. - - _1 Gent._ You make her blush insooth. - - _1 Bro._ I fear 'tis more the flag of shame, than grace Sir. - - _1 Gent._ They both give but one kind of colour, Sir: - If it be bashfulness in that kind taken, - It is the same with grace; and there she weeps agen. - In truth y'are too hard, much, much too bitter Sir, - Unless you mean to have her weep her eyes out, - To play a _Cupid_ truly. - - _1 Bro._ Come ha' done then: - We should all fear to sin first; for 'tis certain, - When 'tis once lodg'd, though entertain'd in mirth, - It must be wept out, if it e'er come forth. - - _1 Gent._ Now 'tis so well, I'll leave you. - - _1 Bro._ Faithfully welcome, Sir, - Go _Cupid_ to your charge; he's your own now; - If he want love, none will be blam'd but you. - - _Cu._ The strangest marriage, and unfortunat'st Bride - That ever humane memory contain'd; - I cannot be my self for't. [_Exit._ - - _Enter the Clown._ - - _Clow._ Oh Gentlemen? - - _1 Bro._ How now, Sir, what's the matter? - - _Clo._ His melancholly passion is half spent already, - Then comes his angry fit at the very tail on't, - Then comes in my pain, gentlemen; h'as beat me e'en to a - Cullis. I am nothing, right worshipful, but very pap, - And jelly: I have no bones, my body's all one business, - They talk of ribs and chines most freely abroad i'th' world, - Why, I have no such thing; who ever lives to see me dead, - Gentlemen, shall find me all mummie good to fill Gallipots, - And long dildo glasses: I shall not have a bone to throw - At a dog. - - _Omnes._ Alas poor vassal; how he goes! - - _Clo._ Oh Gentlemen, - I am unjoynted, do but think o' that: - My breast is beat into my maw, that what I eat, - I am fain to take't in all at mouth with spoons; - A lamentable hearing; and 'tis well known, my belly - Is driven into my back. - I earn'd four Crowns a month most dearly Gentlemen, - And one he must have when the fit's upon him, - The Privy-purse allows it, and 'tis thriftiness, - He would break else s[o]me forty pounds in Casements, - And in five hundred years undo the Kingdom: - I have cast it up to a quarrel. - - _1 Bro._ There's a fellow kickt about Court, I would - He had his place, brother, but for one fit of his indignation. - - _2 Bro._ And suddainly I have thought upon a means for't. - - _1 Bro._ I prethee how? - - _2 Bro._ 'Tis but preferring, Brother - This stockfish to his service, with a Letter - Of commendations, the same way he wishes it, - And then you win his heart: for o' my knowledge - He has laid wait this half year for a fellow - That will be beaten, and with a safe conscience - We may commend the carriage of this man in't; - Now servants he has kept, lusty tall feeders, - But they have beat him, and turn'd themselves away: - Now one that would endure, is like to stay, - And get good wages of him; and the service too - Is ten times milder, Brother, I would not wish it else. - I see the fellow has a sore crush'd body, - And the more need he has to be kick'd at ease. - - _Clow._ I sweet Gentlemen, a kick of ease, send me to such a Master. - - _2 Bro._ No more I say, we have one for thee, a soft footed Master, - One that wears wooll in's toes. - - _Clow._ Oh Gentlemen, soft garments may you wear, - Soft skins may you wed, - But as plump as pillows, both for white and red. - And now will I reveal a secret to you, - Since you provide for my poor flesh so tenderly, - Has hir'd meer rogues out of his chamber window, - To beat the Soldier, Monsieur _Shamont_'s Brother: - - _1 Bro._ That nothing concerns us, Sir. - - _Clow._ For no cause, Gentlemen, - Unless it be for wearing Shoulder-points, - With longer taggs than his. - - _2 Bro._ Is not that somewhat? - Birlakin Sir, the difference of long taggs, - Has cost many a man's life, and advanc'd other some, - Come follow me. - - _Clow._ See what a gull am I: - Oh every man in his profession; - I know a thump now as judiciously, - As the proudest he that walks, I'll except none; - Come to a tagg, how short I fall! I'm gone [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Lapet. - - _Lap._ I have been ruminating with my self, - What honor a man loses by a kick: - Why; what's a kick? the fury of a foot, - Whose indignation commonly is stampt - Upon the hinder quarter of a man: - Which is a place very unfit for honor, - The world will confess so much: - Then what disgrace I pray, does th[a]t part surfer - Where honor never comes, I'de fain know that? - This being well forc'd, and urg'd, may have the power - To move most Gallants to take kicks in time, - And spurn out the duelloes out o' th' kingdom, - For they that stand upon their honor most, - When they conceive there is no honor lost, - As by a Table that I have invented - For that purpose alone, shall appear plainly, - Which shews the vanity of all blows at large. - And with what ease they may be took of all sides, - Numbring but twice o'er the Letters patience - From _C. P._ to _E._ I doubt not but in small time - To see a dissolution of all bloud-shed, - If the reform'd _Kick_ do but once get up: - For what a lamentable folly 'tis, - If we observe't, for every little justle, - Which is but the ninth part of a sound thump, - In our meek computation, we must fight forsooth, yes, - If I kill, I'm hang'd; if I be kill'd my self, - I dye for't also: is not this trim wisdom? - Now for the _Con_, a ma[n] may be well beaten, - Yet pass away his fourscore years smooth after: - I had a Father did it, and to my power - I will not be behind him. - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _Sham._ Oh well met. - - _Lap._ Now a fine _punch_ or two, I look for't duly. - - _Sham._ I've been to seek you. - - _Lap._ Let me know your Lodging, Sir, - I'll come to you once a day, and use your pleasure, Sir. - - _Sham._ I'm made the fittest man for thy society: - I'll live and dye with thee, come shew me a chamber; - There is no house but thine, but only thine, - That's fit to cover me: I've took a blow, sirrah. - - _Lap._ I would you had indeed: why, you may see, Sir; - You'll all come to't in time, when my Book's out. - - _Sham._ Since I did see thee last, I've took a blow. - - _Lap._ Pha Sir, that's nothing: I ha' took forty since. - - _Sham._ What? and I charg'd thee thou shouldst not? - - _Lap._ I Sir, you might charge your pleasure. - But they would give't me, whether I would or no. - - _Sham._ Oh, I walk without my peace, I've no companion now; - Prethee resolve me, for I cannot aske - A man more beaten to experience, - Than thou art in this kind, what manner of blow - Is held the most disgraceful, or distasteful? - For thou dost only censure 'em by the hurt, - Not by the shame they do thee: yet having felt - Abuses of all kinds, thou may'st deliver, - Though't be by chance, the most injurious one. - - _Lap._ You put me to't, Sir; but to tell you truth, - They're all as one with me, little exception. - - _Sham._ That little may do much, let's have it from you. - - _Lap._ With all the speed I may, first then, and foremost, - I hold so reverently of the _Bastinado_, Sir, - That if it were the dearest friend i'th' world, - I'de put it into his hand. - - _Sham._ Go too, I'll pass that then. - - _Lap._ Y'are the more happy, Sir, - Would I were past it too: - But being accustom'd to't. It is the better carried. - - _Sham._ Will you forward? - - _Lap._ Then there's your _souce_, your _wherit_ and your _dowst_, - _Tugs_ on the hair, your _bob_ o'th' lips, a whelp on't, - I ne'er could find much difference: Now your _thump_, - A thing deriv'd first from your Hemp-beaters, - Takes a mans wind away, most spitefully: - There's nothing that destroys a Collick like it, - For't leaves no wind i'th' body. - - _Sham._ On Sir, on. - - _Lap._ Pray give me leave, I'm out of breath with thinking on't. - - _Sham._ This is far off yet. - - _Lap._ For the _twinge_ by th' nose, - 'Tis certainly unsightly, so my [Table] says, - But helps against the head-ach, wond'rous strangely. - - _Sham._ Is't possible? - - _Lap._ Oh your _crush'd nostrils_ slakes your _opilation_, - And makes your pent powers flush to wholsome sneezes. - - _Sham._ I never thought there had been half that virtue - In a wrung nose before. - - _Lap._ Oh plenitude, Sir: - Now come we lower to our _modern Kick_, - Which has been mightily in use of late, - Since our young men drank _Coltsfoot_: and I grant you, - 'Tis a most scornful wrong, cause the foot plays it; - But mark agen, how we that take't, requite it - With the like scorn, for we receive it backward; - And can there be a worse disgrace retorted? - - _Sham._ And is this all? - - _Lap._ All but a _Lug by th' ear_, - Or such a trifle. - - _Sham._ Happy sufferer, - All this is nothing to the wrong I bear: - I see the worst disgrace, thou never felt'st yet; - It is so far from thee tho[u] canst not think on't; - Nor dare I let thee know, it is so abject. - - _Lap._ I would you would though, that I might prepare for't - For I shall ha't at one time or another: - If't be a _thwack_, I make account of that; - There's no new fashion'd swap that e'er came up yet, - But I've the first on 'em, I thank 'em for't. - - _Enter the Lady and Servants._ - - _La._ Hast thou enquir'd? - - _1 Serv._ But can hear nothing, Madam. - - _Sham._ If there be but so much substance in thee - To make a shelter for a man disgrac'd, - Hide my departure from that glorious woman - That comes with all perfection about her: - So noble, that I dare not be seen of her, - Since shame took hold of me: upon thy life - No mention of me. - - _Lap._ I'll cut out my tongue first, - Before I'll loose my life, there's more belongs to't. - - _Lad._ See there's a Gentleman, enquire of him. - - _2 Ser._ For Monsieur _Shamont_, Madam? - - _Lad._ For whom else, Sir? - - _1 Serv._ Why, this fellow dares not see him. - - _Lad._ How? - - _1 Serv. Shamont_, Madam? - His very name's worse than a Feaver to him, - And when he cries, there's nothing stills him sooner; - Madam, your Page of thirteen is too hard for him, - 'Twas try'd i'th' wood-yard. - - _Lad._ Alas poor grieved Merit! - What is become of him? if he once fail, - Virtue shall find small friendship: farewel then - To Ladies worths, for any hope in men, - He lov'd for goodness, not for Wealth, or Lust, - After the world's foul dotage, he ne'er courted - The body, but the beauty of the mind, - A thing which common courtship never thinks on: - All his affections were so sweet and fair, - There is no hope for fame if he despair. - - [_Exit Lady and Serv._ - - _Enter the Clown. He kicks_ Lapet. - - _Lap._ Good morrow to you agen most heartily, Sir, - Cry you mercy, I heard you not, I was somewhat busie. - - _Clow._ He takes it as familiarly, as an Ave, - Or precious salutation: I was sick till I had one, - Because I am so us'd to't. - - _Lap._ However you deserve, your friends and mine, here - Give you large commendations i'this Letter, - They say you will endure well. - - _Clow._ I'de be loath - To prove 'em liers: I've endur'd as much - As mortal pen and ink can set me down for. - - _Lap._ Say you me so? - - _Clow._ I know and feel it so, Sir, - I have it under Black and White already; - I need no Pen to paint me out. - - _Lap._ He fits me, - And hits my wishes pat, pat: I was ne'er - In possibility to be better mann'd, - For he's half lam['d] already, I see't plain, - But take no notice on't, for fear I make - The rascal proud, and dear, to advance his wages; - First, let me grow into particulars with you; - What have you endured of worth? let me hear. - - _Clow._ Marry Sir, I'm almost beaten blind. - - _Lap._ That's pretty well for a beginning, - But many a Mill-horse has endur'd as much. - - _Clow._ Shame o'th' Millers heart for his unkindness then. - - _Lap._ Well Sir, what then? - - _Clow._ I've been twice thrown down stairs, just before supper. - - _Lap._ Puh, so have I, that's nothing. - - _Clow._ I but Sir, - Was yours pray before supper? - - _Lap._ There thou posest me. - - _Clow._ I marry, that's it, 't had been less grief to me, - Had I but fill'd my belly, and then tumbled, - But to be flung down fasting, there's the dolour. - - _Lap._ It would have griev'd me, that indeed: proceed Sir. - - _Clo._ I have been pluck'd and tugg'd by th' hair o'th' head - About a Gallery, half an Acre long. - - _Lap._ Yes, that's a good one, I must needs confess, - A principal good one that, an absolute good one, - I have been trode upon, and spurn'd about, - But never tugg'd by th' hair, I thank my fates. - - _Clow._ Oh 'tis a spiteful pain. - - _Lap._ Peace, never speak on't, - For putting men in mind on't. - - _Clow._ To conclude, - I'm bursten Sir: my belly will hold no meat. - - _Lap._ No? that makes amends for all. - - _Clow._ Unless 't be puddings, - Or such fast food, any loose thing beguiles me, I'm ne'er the better - for't. - - _Lap._ Sheeps-heads will stay with thee? - - _Clo._ Yes Sir, or Chaldrons. - - _Lap._ Very well sir: - Your bursten fellows must take heed of surfets: - Strange things it seems, you have endur'd; - - _Clo._ Too true Sir. - - _Lap._ But now the question is, what you will endure - Hereafter in my service? - - _Clo._ Anything - That shall be reason Sir, for I'm but froth; - Much like a thing new calv'd, or come more nearer Sir, - Y'ave seen a cluster of Frog-spawns in _April_, - E'en such a starch am I, as weak and tender - As a green woman yet. - - _Lap._ Now I know this, - I will be very gently angry with thee, - And kick thee carefully. - - _Clow._ Oh I, sweet Sir. - - _Lap._ Peace, when thou art offer'd well, lest I begin now. - Your friends and mine have writ here for your truth, - They'll pass their words themselves, and I must meet 'em. - - _Clow._ Then have you all: [_Exit._ - As for my honesty, there is no fear of that, - For I have ne'er a whole bone about me. [_Exit._ - -_Musick. Enter the passionate Cosin, rudely, and carelesly apparrell'd,_ - _unbrac'd, and untruss'd. The_ Cupid _following_. - - _Cup._ Think upon love, which makes all creatures handsome, - Seemly for eye-sight; goe not so diffusedly, - There are great Ladies purpose Sir to visit you. - - _Pas._ Grand plagues, shut in my casements, that the breaths - Of their Coach-mares reek not into my nostrils; - Those beasts are but a kind of bawdy fore-runners. - - _Cup._ It is not well with you, - When you speak ill of fair Ladies. - - _Pas._ Fair mischiefs, give me a nest of Owls and take 'em; - Happy is he, say I, whose window opens - To a brown Bakers chimney, he shall be sure there - To hear the Bird sometimes after twilight: - What a fine thing 'tis methinks to have our garments - Sit loose upon us thus, thus carelesly, - It is more manly, and more mortifying; - For we're so much the readier for our shrouds: - For how ridiculous wer't, to have death come, - And take a fellow, pinn'd up like a Mistriss! - About his neck a Ruff, like a pinch'd Lanthorn, - Which School-boys make in winter; and his doublet - So close and pent, as if he fear'd one prison - Would not be strong enough, to keep his soul in; - But's Tailor makes another: - And trust me; (for I know't when I lov'd _Cupid_,) - He does endure much pain, for the poor praise - Of a neat sitting suit. - - _Cup._ One may be handsome, Sir, - And yet not pain'd, nor proud. - - _Pas._ There you lie _Cupid_, - As bad as _Mercury_: there is no handsomness, - But has a wash of Pride and Luxury, - And you go there too _Cupid._ Away dissembler, - Thou tak'st the deeds part, which befools us all; - Thy Arrow heads shoot out sinners: hence away, - And after thee I'll send a powerful charm, - Shall banish thee for ever. - - _Cup._ Never, never, - I am too sure thine own. [_Exit._ - - Pas. Sings. - - _Hence all you vain Delights,_ - _As short as are the nights,_ - _Wherein you spend your folly,_ - _There's nought in this life sweet,_ - _If man were wise to see't_, - _But only melancholly,_ - _Oh sweetest melancholly._ - _Welcome folded Arms, and fixed Eyes,_ - _A sigh that piercing mortifies,_ - _A look that's fastened to the ground,_ - _A tongue chain'd up without a sound._ - - _Fountain heads, and pathless Groves,_ - _Places which pale passion loves:_ - _Moon-light walks, when all the Fowls_ - _Are warmly hous'd, save Bats and Owls;_ - _A mid-night Bell, a parting groan,_ - _These are the sounds we feed upon;_ - _Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley,_ - _Nothing's so dainty sweet, as lovely melancholly._ [_Exit._ - - _Enter at another door_ Lapet, _the_ Cupid_'s Brothers_ - _watching his coming_. - - _1 Bro._ So, so, the Woodcock's ginn'd; - Keep this door fast brother. - - _2 Bro._ I'll warrant this. - - _1 Bro._ I'll goe incense him instantly; - I know the way to't. - - _2 Bro._ Will't not be too soon think you, - And make two fits break into one? - - _1 Bro._ Pah, no, no; the tail of his melancholy - Is always the head of his anger, and follows as close, - As the Report follows the powder. - - _Lap._ This is the appointed place, and the hour struck, - If I can get security for's truth, - I'll never mind his honesty, poor worm, - I durst lay him by my wife, which is a benefit - Which many Masters ha' not: I shall ha' no Maid - Now got with child, but what I get my self, - And that's no small felicity: in most places - Th'are got by th' Men, and put upon the Masters, - Nor shall I be resisted when I strike, - For he can hardly stand; these are great blessings. - - _Pas._ I want my food, deliver me a Varlet. [_Within._ - - _Lap._ How now, from whence comes that? - - _Pas._ I am allow'd a carkass to insult on; - Where's the villain? - - _Lap._ He means not me I hope. - - _Pas._ My maintenance rascals; my bulk, my exhibition. - - _[L]ap._ Bless us all, - What names are these? Would I were gone agen. - - _The passionate man enters in fury with a Truncheon._ - - He Sings. - - _A curse upon thee for a slave,_ - _Art thou here, and heardst me rave?_ - _Fly not sparkles from mine eye,_ - _To shew my indignation nigh?_ - _Am I not all foam, and fire,_ - _With voice as hoarse as a Town-crier?_ - _How my back opes and shuts together,_ - _With fury, as old mens with weather!_ - _Could'st thou not hear my teeth gnash hither?_ - - _Lap._ No truly, Sir, I thought 't had been a Squirrel, - Shaving a Hazel-nut. - - _Pas._ Death, Hell, Fiends, and darkness. - I will thrash thy maungy carkass. - - _Lap._ Oh sweet Sir. - - _Pas._ There cannot be too many tortures, - Spent upon those louzie Quarters. - - _Lap._ Hold, oh. [_Falls down for dead._ - - _Pas._ Thy bones shall rue, thy bones shall rue. - - Sings again. - - _Thou nasty, scurvy, mongril Toad,_ - _Mischief on thee;_ - _Light upon thee,_ - _All the plagues_ - _That can confound thee_ - _Or did ever raign abroad:_ - _Better a thousand lives it cost,_ - _Than have brave anger spilt or lost._ [_Exit._ - - _Lap._ May I open mine eyes yet, and safely peep: - I'll try a groon first--oh--Nay then he's gone. - There was no other policy but to dy, - He would ha' made me else. Ribs are you sore? - I was ne'er beaten to a tune before. - - _Enter the two Brothers._ - - _1 Bro. Lapet._ - - _Lap._ Agen? [_Falls again._ - - _1 Bro._ Look, look, he's flat agen, - And stretched out like a Coarse, a handful longer - Than he walks, trust me brother. Why _Lapet_ - I hold my life we shall not get him speak now: - Monsieur _Lapet_; it must be a privy token, - If any thing fetch him, he's so far gone. - We come to pass our words for your mans truth. - - _Lap._ Oh Gentlemen y'are welcome: I have been thrash'd i' faith. - - _2 Bro._ How? thrash'd Sir? - - _Lap._ Never was Shrove-tuesday Bird - So cudgell'd, Gentlemen. - - _1 Bro._ Pray how? by whom Sir? - - _Lap._ Nay, that I know not. - - _1 Bro._ Not who did this wrong? - - _Lap._ Only a thing came like a Walking Song. - - _1 Bro._ What beaten with a Song? - - _Lap._ Never more tightly, Gentlemen: - Such crotchets happen now and then, methinks - He that endures well, of all waters drinks. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Shamont's _Brother, the Soldier, and 1 Gentleman_. - - _Sold._ Yes, yes, this was a Madman, Sir, with you, - A passionate Mad-man. - - _1 Gen._ Who would ha' lookt for this, Sir? - - _Sold._ And must be priviledg'd: a pox priviledge him: - I was never so dry beaten since I was born, - And by a litter of rogues, meer rogues, the whole twenty - Had not above [nine] elbows amongst 'em all too: - And the most part of those left-handed rascals, - The very vomit, Sir, of Hospitals, - Bridewels, and Spittle-houses; such nasty smellers, - That if they'd been unfurnish'd of Club-Truncheons, - They might have cudgell'd me with their very stinks, - It was so strong, and sturdy: and shall this, - This filthy injury, be set off with madness? - - _1 Gen._ Nay, take your own blouds counsel, Sir, hereafter, - I'll deal no further in't: if you remember, - It was not come to blows, when I advis'd you. - - _Sold._ No, but I ever said, 'twould come to something, - And 'tis upon me, thank him: were he kin - To all the mighty Emperors upon earth, - He has not now in life three hours to reckon; - I watch but a free time. - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _1 Gent._ Your noble brother, Sir, I'll leave you now. [_Ex._ - - _Sham._ Soldier, I would I could perswade my thoughts - From thinking thee a brother, as I can - My tongue from naming on't: thou hast no friend here, - But fortune and thy own strength, trust to them. - - [_Sold._ How? what's the incitement, sir?] - - _Sham._ Treachery to virtue; - Thy treachery, thy faithless circumvention: - Has Honor so few daughters, never fewer, - And must thou aim thy treachery at the best? - The very front of virtue, that blest Lady? the Dukes Sister? - Created more for admirations cause, - Than for loves ends; whose excellency sparkles - More in Divinity, than mortal beauty; - And as much difference 'twixt her mind and body, - As 'twixt this earths poor centre, and the Sun: - And could'st thou be so injurious to fair goodness, - Once to attempt to court her down to frailty? - Or put her but in mind that there is weakness, - Sin, and desire, which she should never hear of? - Wretch, thou'st committed worse than Sacriledge, - In the attempting on't, and ought'st to dye for't. - - _Sold._ I rather ought to do my best, to live, Sir. - Provoke me not; for I've a wrong sits on me, - That makes me apt for mischief; [I] shall lose - All respects suddainly of friendship, Brother-hood, - Or any sound that way. - - _Sham._ But 'ware me most; - For I come with a two-edg'd injury; - Both my disgrace, and thy apparent falshood, - Which must [b]e dangerous. - - _Sold._ I courted her, Sir; - Love starve me with delays, when I confess it not. - - _Sham._ There's nothing then but death - Can be a pennance fit for that confession. - - _Sold._ But far from any vitious taint. - - _Sham._ Oh Sir, - Vice is a mighty stranger grown to courtship. - - _Sold._ Nay, then the fury of my wrong light on thee. - - _Enter 1 Gentleman, and others._ - - _1 Gen._ Forbear, the Duke's at hand. - Here, hard at hand, upon my reputation. - - _Sold._ I must do something now. [_Ex. Sold._ - - _Sham._ I'll follow you close Sir. - - _1 Gen._ We must intreat you must not; for the Duke - Desires some conference with you. - - _Sham._ Let me go, - As y'are Gentlemen. - - _2 Gent._ Faith we dare not Sir. - - _Sham._ Dare ye be false to honor, and yet dare not - Do a man justice? give me leave-- - - _1 Gent._ Good sweet Sir. - H'as sent twice for you. - - _Sham._ Is this brave, or manly? - - _1 Gent._ I prethee be conform'd. - - _Sham._ Death-- - - _Enter Duke._ - - _2 Gent._ Peace, he's come in troth. - - _Sham._ Oh have you betraid me to my shame afresh? - How am I bound to loath you! - - _Duke. Shamont_, welcome, - I sent twice. - - _2 Gent._ But my Lord, he never heard on't. - - _Sham._ Pray pardon him, for his falseness, I did Sir, - Both times; I'd rather be found rude, than faithless. - - _Duke._ I love that bluntness dearly: h'as no vice, - But is more manly than some others virtue, - That lets it out only for shew or profit. - - _Sham._ Will't please you quit me, Sir, I've urgent business? - - _Duke._ Come, you're so hasty now, I sent for you - To a better end. - - _Sham._ And if it be an end, - Better or worse, I thank your goodness for't. - - _Duke._ I've ever kept that bounty in condition, - And thankfulness in bloud, which well becomes - Both Prince and Subject, that where any wrong - Bears my impression, or the hasty figure - Of my repented anger, I'm a Law - Ev'n to my self, and doom my self most strictly - To Justice, and a noble satisfaction: - So that, what you, in tenderness of honor, - Conceive to be loss to you, which is nothing - But curious opinion, I'll restore agen, - Although I give you the best part of _Genoa_, - And take to boot but thanks for your amends. - - _Sham._ Oh miserable satisfaction, - Ten times more wretched than the wrong it self; - Never was ill better made good with worse: - Shall it be said, that my posterity - Shall live the sole heir[es] of their fathers shame? - And raise their wealth and glory from my stripes? - You have provided nobly, bounteous Sir, - For my disgrace, to make it live for ever, - Out-lasting Brass or Marble: - This is my fears construction, and a deep one, - Which neither argument nor time can alter: - Yet I dare swear, I wrong your goodness in't Sir, - And the most fair intent on't, which I reverence - With admiration, that in you a Prince, - Should be so sweet and temperate a condition, - To offer to restore where you may ruine, - And do't with justice, and in me a servant, - So harsh a disposition, that I cannot - Forgive where I should honor, and am bound to't. - But I have ever had that curiosity - In bloud, and tenderness of reputation - Such an antipathy against a blow, - I cannot speak the rest: Good Sir discharge me, - It is not fit that I should serve you more, - Nor come so near you; I'm made now for privacy, - And a retir'd condition, that's my suit: - To part from Court for ever, my last suit; - And as you profess bounty, grant me that Sir. - - _Duk[e]._ I would deny thee nothing. - - _Sham._ Health reward you, Sir. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ He's gone agen already, and takes hold - Of any opportunity: not riches - Can purchase him, nor honors, peaceably, - And force were brutish: what a great worth's gone with him, - And but a Gentleman? well, for his sake, - I'll ne'er offend more, those I cannot make; - They were his words, and shall be dear to memory. - Say I desire to see him once agen; - Yet stay, he's so well forward of his peace, - 'Twere pity to disturb him: he would groan - Like a soul fetch'd agen; and that were injury, - And I've wrong'd his degree too much already. - Call forth the Gentlem[e]n of our chamber instantly. - - _1 Serv._ I shall my Lord. [_Within._ - - _Duke._ I may forget agen, - And therefore will prevent: the strain of this - Troubles me so, one would not hazard more. - - _Enter 1 Gent, and divers others._ - - _Gent._ Your Will my Lord? - - _Duke._ Yes; I discharge you all. - - _2 Gent._ My Lord-- - - _Duke._ Your places shall be otherwise dispos'd of. - - _4 Gent._ Why Sir? - - _Duke._ Reply not, I dismiss you all: - Y'are Gentlemen, your worths will find you fortunes; - Nor shall your farewell taxe me of ingratitude. - I'll give you all noble remembrances, - As testimonies 'gainst reproach and malice, - That you departed lov'd. - - _3 Gen._ This is most strange, Sir. - - _1 Gent._ But how is your Grace furnish'd, these dismiss'd? - - _Duke._ Seek me out Grooms. - Men more insensible of reputation, - Less curious and precise in terms of honor, - That if my anger chance let fall a stroke, - As we are all subject to impetuous passions, - Yet it may pass unmurmur'd, undisputed; - And not with braver fury prosecuted. [_Exit._ - - _1 Gent._ It shall be done, my Lord. - - _3 Gent._ Know you the cause, Sir? - - _1 Gent._ Not I kind Gentlemen, but by conjectures, - And so much shall be yours when you please. - - _4._ Thanks Sir. - - _3 Gent._ We shall i'th mean time think our selves guilty - Of some foul fault, through ignorance committed. - - _1 Gent._ No, 'tis not that, nor that way. - - _4 Gent._ For my part, - I shall be dis-inherited, I know so much. - - _1 Gent._ Why Sir, for what? - - _4 Gent._ My Sire's of a strange humor, - He'll form faults for me, and then swear 'em mine, - And commonly the first begins with leachery, - He knows his own youths trespass. - - _1 Gent._ Before you go, - I'll come and take my leave, and tell you all Sirs. - - _3 Gent._ Thou wert ever just and kind. [_Exit._ - - _1 Gent._ That's my poor virtue, Sir, - And parcel valiant; but it's hard to be perfect: - The choosing of these fellows now will puzle me, - Horribly puzle me; and there's no judgement - Goes true upon mans outside, there's the mischief: - He must be touch'd, and try'd, for gold or dross; - There is no other way for't, and that's dangerous too; - But since I'm put in trust, [I] will attempt it: - The Duke shall keep one daring man about him. - - _Enter a Gallant._ - - Soft, who comes here? a pretty bravery this: - Every one goes so like a Gentleman, - 'Tis hard to find a difference, but by th' touch. - I'll try your mettal sure. - - _Gal._ Why what do you mean Sir? - - _1 Gent._ Nay, and you understand it not, I do not. - - _Gal._ Yes, would you should well know, - I understand it for a box o'th' ear Sir. - - _1 Gent._ And o'my troth, that's all I gave it for. - - _Gal._ 'Twere best it be so. - - _1 Gent._ This is a brave Coward, - A jolly threat'ning Coward; he shall be Captain: - Sir, let me meet you an hour hence i'th' Lobby. - - _Gal._ Meet you? the world might laugh at [me] then i'faith. - - _1 Ge._ Lay by your scorn and pride, they're scurvy qualities, - And meet me, or I'll box you while I have you, - And carry you gambril'd thither like a Mutton. - - _Gal._ Nay, and you be in earnest, here's my hand. - I will not fail you. - - _1 Gent._ 'Tis for your own good. - - _Gal._ Away. - - _1 Gent._ Too much for your own good, Sir, a pox on you. - - _Gal._ I prethee curse me all day long so. - - _1 Gent._ Hang you. - - _Gal._ I'll make him mad: he's loth to curse too much to me; - Indeed I never yet took box o'th' ear, - But it redounded, I must needs say so-- - - _1 Gent._ Will you be gone? - - _Gal._ Curse, curse, and then I goe. - Look how he grins, I've anger'd him to th' kidneys. [_Ex._ - - _1 Gen._ Was ever such a prigging coxcomb seen? - One might have beat him dumb now in this humor, - And he'd ha' grin'd it out still: - - _Enter a plain fellow._ - - Oh, here's one made to my hand, - Methinks looks like a Craven; - Less pains will serve his trial: some slight justle. - - _Plain._ How? take you that Sir: - And if that content you not-- - - _1 Gent._ Yes very well, Sir, I desire no more. - - _Plain._ I think you need not; - For you have not lost by't. [_Exit._ - - _1 Gent._ Who would ha' thought this would have prov'd a Gentleman? - I'll never trust long chins and little legs agen, - I'll know 'em sure for Gentlemen hereafter: - A gristle but in shew, but gave his cuff - With such a fetch, and reach of gentry, - As if h' had had his arms before the floud; - I have took a villanous hard taske upon me; - Now I begin to have a feeling on't. - - _Enter_ Lapet, _and Clown his servant, and so habited_. - - Oh, here comes a try'd piece, now, the reformed kick. - The millions of punches, spurns, and nips - That he has endur'd! his buttock's all black Lead, - He's half a _Negro_ backward; he was past a _Spaniard_ - In Eighty eight, and more _Ægyptian_ like; - His Table and his Book come both out shortly, - And all the cowards in the Town expect it; - So, if I fail of my full number now, - I shall be sure to find 'em at Church corners, - Where _Dives_, and the suff'ring Ballads hang. - - _Lap._ Well, since thou art of so mild a temper, - Of so meek a spirit, thou mayst live with me, - Till better times do smile on thy deserts. - I am glad I am got home again. - - _Clow._ I am happy in your service, Sir, - You'll keep me from the Hospital. - - _Lap._ So, bring me the last proof, this is corrected. - - _Clow._ I, y'are too full of your correction, Sir. - - _Lap._ Look I have perfect Books within this half hour. - - _Clow._ Yes Sir. - - _Lap._ Bid him put all the Thumps in _Pica Roman_. - And with great T's, (you vermin) as Thumps should be. - - _Clow._ Then in what Letter will you have your Kicks? - - _Lap._ All in _Italica_, your backward blows - All in _Italica_, you _Hermaphrodite_: - When shall I teach you wit? - - _Clow._ Oh let it alone, - Till you have some your self, Sir. - - _Lap._ You mumble? - - _Clow._ The victuals are lockt up; - I'm kept from mumbling. [_Exit._ - - _Lap._ He prints my blows upon Pot Paper too, the rogue, - Which had been proper for some drunken Pamphlet. - - _1 Gent._ Monsieur _Lapet_? how the world rings of you, Sir! - Your name sounds far and near. - - _Lap._ A good report it bears, for an enduring name-- - - _1 Gent._ What luck have you Sir? - - _Lap._ Why, what's the matter? - - _1 Gent._ I'm but thinking on't. - I've heard you wish these five years for a place. - Now there's one fall'n, and freely without money too; - And empty yet, and yet you cannot have't. - - _Lap._ No? what's the reason? I'll give money for't, - Rather than go without Sir. - - _1 Gen._ That's not it Sir: - The troth is, there's no Gentleman must have it - Either for love or money, 'tis decreed so; - I was heartily sorry when I thought upon you, - Had you not been a Gentleman, I had fitted you. - - _Lap._ Who I a Gentleman? a pox I'm none, Sir. - - _1 Gent._ How? - - _Lap._ How? why did you ever think I was? - - _1 Gent._ What? not a Gentleman? - - _Lap._ I would thou'dst put it upon me i'faith; - Did not my Grand-father cry Cony-skins? - My Father _Aquavitæ_? a hot Gentleman: - All this I speak on, i' your time and memory too; - Only a rich Uncle dy'd, and left me chattels, - You know all this so well too-- - - _1 Gent._ Pray excuse me, Sir, ha' not you Arms? - - _Lap._ Yes, a poor couple here, - That serve to thrust in wild-Fowl. - - _1 Gent._ Heralds Arms, - Symbols of Gentry, Sir: you know my meaning; - They've been shewn and seen. - - _Lap._ They have. - - _1 Gen._ I fex have they. - - _Lap._ Why I confess, at my wives instigation once, - (As Women love these Heralds kickshawes naturally) - I bought 'em: but what are they think you? puffs. - - _1 Gent._ Why, that's proper to your name being _Lapet_. - Which is _La fart_, after the _English_ Letter. - - _Lap._ The Herald, Sir, had much adoe to find it. - - _1 Gent._ And can you blame him? - Why, 'tis the only thing that puzles the devil. - - _Lap._ At last he lookt upon my name agen, - And having well compar'd it, this he gave me, - The two Cholliques playing upon a wind Instrument. - - _1 Gent._ An excellent proper one; but I pray tell me, - How does he express the Cholliques? - They are hard things. - - _Lap._ The Cholliques? with hot trenchers at their bellies; - There's nothing better, Sir, to blaze a Chollique. - - _1 Gent._ And are not you a Gentleman by this Sir? - - _Lap._ No, I disclaim't: no belly-ake upon earth - Shall make me one: he shall not think - To put his gripes upon me, - And wring out gentry so, and ten pound first. - If the wind Instrument will make my wife one, - Let her enjoy't, for she was a Harpers Grand-child: - But Sir, for my particular, I renounce it. - - _1 Gent._ Or to be call'd so? - - _Lap._ I Sir, or imagin'd. - - _1 Gent._ None fitter for the place: give me thy hand. - - _Lap._ A hundred thousand thanks, beside a Bribe, Sir. - - _1 Gent._ Yo[u] must take heed - Of thinking toward a Gentleman, now. - - _Lap._ Pish, I am not mad, I warrant you: nay, more Sir, - If one should twit me i'th' teeth that I'm a Gentleman, - Twit me their worst, I am but one since _Lammas_, - That I can prove, if they would see my heart out. - - _[1] Gen._ Marry, in any case keep me that evidence. - - _Enter Clown._ - - _Lap._ Here comes my Servant; Sir, _Galoshio_, - Has not his name for nought, he will be trode upon: - What says my Printer now? - - _Clow._ Here's your last Proof, Sir. - You shall have perfect Books now in a twinkling. - - _Lap._ These marks are ugly. - - _Clow._ He says, Sir, they're proper: - Blows should have marks, or else they are nothing worth. - - _La._ But why a Peel-crow here? - - _Clow._ I told 'em so Sir: - A scare-crow had been better. - - _Lap._ How slave? look you, Sir, - Did not I say, this _Whirrit_, and this _Bob_, - Should be both _Pica Roman_. - - _Clow._ So said I, Sir, both _Picked Romans_, - And he has made 'em _Welch_ Bills, - Indeed I know not what to make on 'em. - - _Lap._ Hay-day; a _Souse_, _Italica_? - - _Clow._ Yes, that may hold, Sir, - _Souse_ is a _bona roba_, so is _Flops_ too. - - _Lap._ But why stands _Bastinado_ so far off here? - - _Clow._ Alas, you must allow him room to lay about him, Sir. - - _La._ Why lies this _Spurn lower_ than that _Spurn_, Sir? - - _Clow._ Marry, this signifies one kick[t] down stairs, Sir, - The other in a Gallery: I asked him all these questions. - - _1 Gent._ Your Books name? - Prethee _Lapet_ mind me, you never told me yet. - - _La._ Marry but shall Sir: 'tis call'd the Uprising of the _kick_; - And the downfall of the _Duello_. - - _1 Gent._ Bring that to pass, you'll prove a happy member, - And do your Countrey service: your young blouds - Will thank you then, why they see fourscore. - - _Lap._ I hope - To save my hundred Gentlemen a month by't, - Which will be very good for the private house. - - _Clow._ Look you, your Table's finish'd, Sir, already. - - _Lap._ Why then behold my Master-piece: see, see, Sir, - Here's all your Blows, and Blow-men whatsoever; - Set in their lively colours, givers, and takers. - - _1 Gent._ Troth wondrous fine, Sir. - - _Lap._ Nay, but mark the postures, - The standing of the takers, I admire more than the givers; - They stand scornfully, most contumeliously, I like not them, - Oh here's one cast into a comely Figure. - - _Clow._ My Master means him there that's cast down headlong. - - _Lap._ How sweetly does this fellow take his _Dowst_! - Stoops like a _Cammel_, that Heroick beast, - At a great load of Nutmegs; and how meekly - This other fellow here receives his _Whirrit_! - - _Clow._ Oh Master, here's a fellow stands most gallantly, - Taking his _kick_ in private, behind the hangings, - And raising up his hips to't. But oh, Sir, - How daintily this man lies trampled on! - Would I were in thy place, what e'er thou art: - How lovely he endures it! - - _1 Gent._ But will not these things, Sir, be hard to practice, think - you? - - _Lap._ Oh, easie, Sir: I'll teach 'em in a Dance. - - _1 Gent._ How? in a dance? - - _Lap._ I'll lose my new place else, - What e'er it be; I know not what 'tis yet. - - _1 Gent._ And now you put me in mind, I could employ it well, - For your grace, specially: For the Dukes Cosin - Is by this time in's violent fit of mirth, - And a device must be sought out for suddainly, - To over-cloy the passion. - - _Lap._ Say no more, Sir, - I'll fit you with my Scholars, new practitioners, - Endurers of the time. - - _Clow._ Whereof I am one Sir. - - _1 Gent._ You carry it away smooth; give me thy hand, Sir. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter the two Brothers._ - - _Pas._ Ha, ha, ha. [_Within._ - - _2 Bro._ Hark, hark, how loud his fit's grown. - - _Pas._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _1 Bro._ Now let our Sister lose no time, but ply it - With all the power she has. - - _2 Bro._ Her shame grows big, brother; - The _Cupid_'s shape will hardly hold it longer, - 'Twould take up half an Ell of _China_ Damask more, - And all too little: it struts per'lously: - There is no tamp'ring with these _Cupids_ longer, - The meer conceit with Woman-kind works strong. - - _Pas._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _2 Bro._ The laugh comes nearer now, - 'Twere good we were not seen yet. [_Ex. Bro._ - - _Enter Passion, and Base, his jester._ - - _Pas._ Ha, ha, ha, - And was he bastinado'd to the life? ha, ha, ha. - I prethee say, Lord General, how did the rascals - Entrench themselves? - - _Base._ Most deeply, politickly, all in ditches. - - _Pas._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _Bas._ 'Tis thought he'll ne'r bear Arms [ith'] field agen, - Has much ado to lift 'em to his head, Sir. - - _Pas._ I would he had. - - _Bas._ On either side round Truncheons plaid so thick, - That Shoulders, Chines, nay Flanks were paid to th' quick. - - _Pas._ Well said Lord-General: ha, ha, ha. - - _Bas._ But pray how grew the diff'rence first betwixt you? - - _Pas._ There was never any, Sir; there lies the jest man; - Only because he was taller than his brother; - There's all my quarrel, to him; and methought - He should be beaten for't, my mind so gave me, Sir, - I could not sleep for't: Ha, ha, ha, ha. - Another good jest quickly, while 'tis hot now; - Let me not laugh in vain: ply me, oh ply me, - As you will answer't to my cosin Duke. - - _Bas._ Alas, who has a good jest? - - _Pas._ I fall, I dwindle in't. - - _Bas._ Ten Crowns for a go[o]d jest: ha' you a good jest, Sir? - - _Enter Servant._ - - _Serv._ A pretty moral one. - - _Bas._ Let's ha't, what e'er it be. - - _Serv._ There comes a _Cupid_ - Drawn by six fools. - - _Bas._ That's nothing. - - _Pas._ Help it, help it then. - - _Bas._ I ha' known six hundred fools drawn by a _Cupid_. - - _Pas._ I that, that, that's the smarter Moral: ha, ha, ha. - Now I begin to be Song-ripe methinks. - - _Bas._ I'll sing you a pleasant Air Sir, before you ebb. - - SONG. - - Pas. _Oh how my Lungs do tickle! ha, ha, ha._ - - _Bas. Oh how my Lungs do tickle! oh, oh, ho, ho._ - - Pas. Sings. - - _Set a sharp Jest_ - _Against my breast,_ - _Then how my Lungs do tickle!_ - _As Nightingales,_ - _And things in Cambrick rails,_ - _Sing best against a prickle,_ - _Ha, ha, ha, ha._ - - Bas. _Ho, ho, ho, ho, ha._ - - Pas. _Laugh._ - - Bas. _Laugh._ - - Pas. _Laugh._ - - Bas. _Laugh._ - - Pas. _Wide._ - - Bas. _Loud._ - - Pas. _And vary._ - - Bas. _A smile is for a simpering Novice._ - - Pas. _One that ne'er tasted Caveare._ - - Bas. _Nor knows the smack of dear Anchovis._ - - Pas. _Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha._ - - Bas. _Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho._ - - Pas. _A gigling waiting wench for me,_ - _That shews her teeth how white they be._ - - Bas. _A thing not fit for gravity,_ - _For theirs are foul, and hardly three._ - - Pas. _Ha, ha, ha._ - - Bas. _Ho, ho, ho._ - - Pas. Democritus, _thou antient Fleerer,_ - _How I miss thy laugh, and ha' since_. - - Bas. _There you nam'd the famous Jeerer,_ - _That ever jeer'd in_ Rome, _or_ Athens. - - Pas. _Ha, ha, ha._ - - Bas. _Ho, ho, ho._ - - Pas. _How brave lives he that keeps a fool,_ - _Although the rate be deeper!_ - - [B]as. _But he that is his own fool, Sir,_ - _Does live a great deal cheaper._ - - Pas. _Sure I shall burst, burst, quite break, thou art so witty._ - - Bas. _'Tis rare to break at Court, for that belongs to th' City._ - - Pas. _Ha, ha, my spleen is almost worn to the last laughter._ - - Bas. _Oh keep a corner for a friend, a jest may come hereafter._ - - _Enter_ Lapet _and_ Clown, _and four other like fools, dancing,_ - _the_ Cupid _leading, and bearing his Table, and holding it_ - _up to_ Lapet _at every strain, and acting the postures_. - - _Lap._ Twinge all now, twinge I say. - 2 Strain. - Souse upon Souse. - 3 Strain. - Douses single. - 4 Strain. - Justle sides. - 5 Strain. - Knee Belly. - 6 Strain. - Kicksee Buttock. - 7 Strain. - - _La._ Downderry. - - _Enter Soldier_, Shamont_'s brother; his sword drawn_. - - _Sol._ Not angry Law, nor doors of Brass shall keep me, - From my wrongs expiation to thy Bowels, - I return my disgrace; and after turn - My face to any death that can be sentenc'd. - - _Base._ Murder, oh murder, stop the murderer there-- - - _Lap._ I am glad he's gone; h'as almost trode my guts out; - Follow him who list for me, I'll ha' no hand in't. - - _Clo._ Oh 'twas your luck and mine to be squelch'd, Mr. - H'as stamp'd my very Puddings into Pancakes. - - _Cup._ Oh brothers, oh, I fear 'tis mortal: help, oh help, - I'm made the wretchedst woman by this accident, - That ever love beguil'd. - - _Enter two Brothers._ - - _2 Bro._ We are undone Brother, - Our shames are too apparent: Away receptacle - Of Luxury, and dishonor, most unfortunate, - To make thy self but lucky to thy spoil, - After thy Sexes manner: lift him up Brother; - He breaths not to our comfort, he's too wasted - Ever to cheer us more: A Chirurgeon speedily; - Hence; the unhappiest that e'er stept aside, - She'll be a Mother, before she's known a Bride. - - _Cup._ Thou hadst a most unfortunate conception, - What e'er thou prov'st to be; in midst of mirth - Comes ruine, for a welcome, to thy birth. [_Exeunt._ - - -_Scæna Secunda._ - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _Sham._ This is a beautiful life now; privacy - The sweetness and the benefit of Essence: - I see there is no man, but may make his Paradice; - And it is nothing but his love, and dotage - Upon the worlds foul joyes, that keeps him out on't: - For he that lives retir'd in mind, and spirit, - Is still in Paradice, and has his innocence, - Partly allow'd for his companion too, - As much as stands with justice: here no eyes - Shoot their sharp pointed scorns upon my shame; - They know no terms of reputation here, - No punctual limits, or precise dimensions: - Plain down-right honesty is all the beauty - And elegancy of life, found amongst Shepheards; - For knowing nothing nicely, or desiring it, - Quits many a vexation from the mind, - With which our quainter knowledge does abuse us; - The name of envy is a stranger here, - That dries mens blouds abroad, robs Health and Rest, - Why here's no such fury thought on: no, nor falshood, - That brotherly disease, fellow-like devil, - That plays within our bosom, and betrays us. - - _Enter 1 Gent._ - - _1 Gent._ Oh are you here? - - _Sham. La Nove_, 'tis strange to see thee. - - _1 Gent._ I ha' rid one horse to death, - To find you out, Sir. - - _Sham._ I am not to be found of any man - That saw my shame, nor seen long. - - _1 Gent._ Good, your attention: - You ought to be seen now, and found out, Sir, - If ever you desire before your ending - To perform one good office, nay, a dear one, - Mans time can hardly match it. - - _Sham._ Be't as precious - As reputation; if it come from Court - I will not hear on't. - - _1 Gent._ You must hear of this, Sir. - - _Sham._ Must? - - _1 Gent._ You shall hear it. - - _Sham._ I love thee, that thou'lt dye. - - _1 Gent._ 'Twere nobler in me, - Than in you living: you will live a murderer, - If you deny this office. - - _Sham._ Even to death, Sir. - - _1 Gent._ Why then you'll kill your brother. - - _Sham._ How? - - _1 Gent._ Your Brother, Sir: - Bear witness heaven, this man destroys his Brother - When he may save him, his least breath may save him: - Can there be wilfuller destruction? - He was forc'd to take a most unmanly wrong, - Above the suff'ring virtue of a Soldier, - Has kill'd his injurer, a work of honor; - For which, unless you save him, he dies speedily - My conscience is discharg'd, I'm but a friend, - A Brother should go forward where I end. [_Exit._ - - _Sham._ Dyes? - Say he be naught, that's nothing to my goodness, - Which ought to shine through use, or else it loses - The glorious name 'tis known by: he's my brother; - Yet peace is above bloud: Let him go; I, - But where's the nobleness of affection then? - That must be car'd for too, or I'm imperfect, - The same bloud that stood up in wrath against him, - Now in his misery, runs all to pity; - I'd rather dye than speak one syllable - To save my self, but living as I am, - There's no avoiding on't, the worlds humanity - Expects it hourly from me: curse of fortune, - I took my leave so well too: Let him dye, - 'Tis but a brother lost; so pleasingly, - And swiftly I came off, 'twere more than irksomness, - To tread that path agen; and I shall never - Depart so handsomely: but then where's posterity? - The consummation of our house and name? - I'm torn in pieces betwixt love and shame. [_Exit._ - - -_Scæna Tertia._ - - _Enter_ Lapet, Clown, Poultrot, Moulbazon, _and_ - _others, the new Court Officers_. - - _Lap._ Good morrow fellow _Poltrot_, and _Moulbazon_, - Good morrow fellows all. - - _Pol._ Monsieur _Lapet_? - - _Lap._ Look, I've remembred you, here's books apiece for you. - - _Moul._ Oh Sir, we dearly thank you. - - _Lap._ So you may: - There's two impressions gone already, Sirs. - - _Pol._ What no? in so short a time? - - _Lap._ 'Tis as I tell you, Sir. - My Kick sells gallantly, I thank my stars. - - _Clow._ So does your Table; you may thank the Moon too. - - _Lap._ 'Tis the Book sells the Table. - - _Clow._ But 'tis the Bookseller - That has the money for 'em, I'm sure o' that. - - _Lap._ 'Twill much enrich the Company of Stationers, - 'Tis thought 'twill prove a lasting benefit, - Like the _Wise Masters_, and the _Almanacks_, - The hundred _Novels_, and the Book of _Cookery_, - For they begin already to engross it, - And make it a Stock-book, thinking indeed - 'Twill prove too great a benefit, and help, - For one that's new set up: they know their way, - And make him Warden, e'r his beard be gray. - - _Moul._ Is't possible such virtue should lye hid, - And in so little Paper? - - _Lap._ How? why there was the Carpenter, - An unknown thing; an odoriferous Pamphlet, - Yet no more Paper, by all computation, - Than _Ajax Telamon_ would use at once, - Your Herring prov'd the like, able to buy - Another _Fishers_ Folly, and your _Pasquil_ - Went not below the mad-caps of that time, - And shall my elaborate _Kick_ come behind, think you? - - _Clow._ Yes, it must come behind, 'tis in _Italica_ too, - According to your humor. - - _Lap._ Not in sale, Varlet. - - _Clow._ In sale, Sir? it shall sail beyond 'em all I tro. - - _Lap._ What have you there now? oh Page 21. - - _Clow._ That Page is come to his years, he should be a Serving man. - - _Lap._ Mark how I snap up the _Duello_ there: - One would not use a dog so, - I must needs say; but's for the common good. - - _Clow._ Nay Sir, your Commons seldom fight at sharp, - But buffet in a Warehouse. - - _Lap._ This will save - Many a Gentleman of good bloud from bleeding, Sirs, - I have a curse from many a Barber-Surgeon; - They'd give but too much money to call't in; - Turn to Page 45. see what you find there. - - _Clow._ Oh, out upon him, - Page 45. that's an old thief indeed. - - _Enter Duke, the Lady his Sister, 1 Gent._ - - _Lap._ The Duke, clap down your Books; away _Galoshio_. - - _Clow._ Indeed I am too foul to be i' th' presence, - They use to shake me off at the chamber door still. [_Ex._ - - _Lady._ Good my Lord, grant my suit: let me not rise - Without the comfort on't: I have not often - Been tedious in this kind. - - _Duke._ Sister, you wrong your self, - And those great virtues that your Fame is made of, - To waste so much breath for a murderers life. - - _Lad._ You cannot hate th' offence more than I do, Sir, - Nor the offender, the respect I owe - Unto his absent brother, makes me a suitor, - A most importunate Sister, make me worthy - But of this one request. - - _Duke._ I am deaf - To any importunacy, and sorry - For your forgetfulness; you never injur'd - Your worth so much, you ought to be rebuk'd for't: - Pursue good ways, end as you did begin, - 'Tis half the guilt to speak for such a sin. - - _La._ This is loves beggery right, that now is ours, - When Ladies love, and cannot shew their powers. [_Ex._ - - _Du. La Nove?_ - - _1 Gent._ My Lord. - - _Duke._ Are these our new Attendants? - - _Lap._ We are my Lord, and will endure as much - As better men, my Lord, and more I trust. - - _Duke._ What's he? - - _1 Gent._ My Lord, a decay'd Gentleman, - That will do any service. - - _Duke._ A decay'd one? - - _1 Gent._ A renounc'd one indeed: for this place only. - - _Duke._ We renounce him then; go, discharge him instantly. - He that disclaims his gentry for meer gains, - That man's too base to make a vassal on. - - _Lap._ What says the Duke? - - _1 [Gent.]_ Faith little to your comfort, Sir, - You must be a Gentleman agen. - - _Lap._ How? - - _1 Gent._ There's no remedy. - - _Lap._ Marry, the fates forefend: ne'r while I breathe, Sir. - - _1 Gent._ The Duke will have it so, there's no resisting, - He spy'd it i' your forehead. - - _Lap._ My wife's doing. - She thought she should be put below her betters now, - And su'd to ha' me a Gentleman agen. - - _1 Gent._ And very likely, Sir, - Marry, I'll give you this comfort when all's done, - You'll never pass but for a scurvy one, - That's all the help you have: come shew your pace. - - _Lap._ The heaviest Gentleman that e'er lost place; - Bear witness, I am forc'd to't. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ Though you have a courser Title yet upon you, - Than those that left your places, without blame, - 'Tis in your power to make your selves the same: - I cannot make you Gentlemen, that's a work - Rais'd from your own deservings, merit, manners, - And in-born virtue does it. Let your own goodness - Make you so great, my power shall make you greater; - And more t'encourage you, this I add agen, - There's many Grooms, now exact Gentlemen. - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _Sham._ Methinks 'tis strange to me to enter here: - Is there in nature such an awful power, - To force me to this place? and make me do this? - Is mans affection stronger than his Will? - His resolution? was I not resolv'd - Never to see this place more? Do I bear - Within my breast one bloud that confounds th' other? - The bloud of Love, and Will, and the last weakest? - Had I ten Millions, I would give it all now, - I were but past it, or 'twould never come; - For I shall never do't, or not do't well, - But spoil it utterly betwixt two passions, - Yonder's the Duke himself, I will not do't now, - Had twenty lives their several sufferings in him. [_Exit._ - - _Duke._ Who's that went out now? - - _Pol._ I saw none my Lord. - - _Duke._ Nor you? - - _Moul._ I saw the glimpse of one my Lord. - - _Duke._ What e'er it was, methought it pleas'd me strangely - And suddenly my joy was ready for't. - Did you not mark it better? - - _Pol. & Moul._ Troth my Lord, - We gave no great heed to't. - - _Enter_ Shamont. - - _Sham._ 'Twill not be answer'd, - It brings me hither still; by main force hither: - Either I must give over to profess humanity, - Or I must speak for him. - - _Duke._ 'Tis here agen: - No marvel 'twas so pleasing, 'tis delight - And worth it self, now it appears unclouded. - - _Sham._ My Lord-- - He turns away from me: by this hand - I am ill-us'd of all sides: 'tis a fault - That fortune ever had t'abuse a goodness. - - _Duke._ Methought you were saying somewhat. - - _Sham._ Mark the Language, - As coy as fate; I see 'twill ne'er be granted. - - _Duke._ We little look'd in troth to see you here yet. - - _Sham._ Not till the day after my brother's death, I think. - - _Duke._ Sure some great business drew you. - - _Sham._ No insooth, Sir, - Only to come to see a brother dye, Sir, - That I may learn to go too; and if he deceive me not, - I think he will do well in't of a soldier, - Manly, and honestly: and if he weep then, - I shall not think the worse on's manhood for't, - Because he's leaving of that part that has it. - - _Duke._ Has slain a noble Gentleman, think on't, Sir. - - _Sham._ I would I could not, Sir. - - _Duke._ Our kinsman too. - - _Sham._ All this is but worse, Sir. - - _Duke._ When 'tis at worst, - Yet seeing thee, he lives. - - _Sham._ My Lord-- - - _Duke._ He lives, - Believe it as thy bliss, he dies not for't: - Will this make satisfaction for things past? - - _Sham._ Oh my Lord-- - - _Duke._ Will it? speak. - - _Sham._ With greater shame to my unworthiness. - - _Duke._ Rise then, we're even: I never found it harder - To keep just with a man: my great work's ended. - I knew your brother's pardon was your suit, Sir. - How ever your nice modesty held it back. - - _Sham._ I take a joy now, to confess it, Sir. - - _Enter 1 Gent._ - - _1 Gent._ My Lord-- - - _Duke._ Hear me first, Sir, what e'er your news be: - Set free the Soldier instantly. - - _1 Gent._ 'Tis done, my Lord. - - _Duke._ How? - - _1 Gent._ In effect: 'twas part of my news too, - There's fair hope of your noble kinsman's life, Sir. - - _Duke._ What sayst thou? - - _1 Gent._ And the most admired change - That living flesh e'r had; he's not the man my Lord; - Death cannot be more free from passions, Sir, - Than he is at this instant: he's so meek now, - He makes those seem passionate, was never thought of: - And for he fears his moods have oft disturb'd you, Sir, - He's only hasty now for his forgiveness, - And here behold him, Sir. - - _Enter Passion, the_ Cupid, _and two Brothers_. - - _Duke._ Let me give thanks first: our worthy Cosin-- - - _Pas._ Your unworthy trouble, Sir; - For which, with all acknowledg'd reverence, - I ask your pardon; and for injury - More known and wilful, I have chose a wife, - Without your counsel, or consent, my Lord. - - _Duke._ A wife? where is she, Sir? - - _Pas._ This noble Gentlewoman. - - _Duke._ How? - - _Pas._ Whose honor my forgetful times much wrong'd. - - _Duke._ He's madder than he was. - - _1 Gent._ I would ha' sworn for him. - - _Duke._ The _Cupid_, Cosin? - - _Pas._ Yes, this worthy Lady, Sir. - - _Duke._ Still worse and worse. - - _1 Bro._ Our Sister under pardon, my Lord. - - _Duke._ What? - - _2 Bro._ Which shape Love taught her to assume. - - _Duke._ Is't truth then? - - _1 Gent._ It appears plainly now, below the waste, my Lord. - - _Duke. Shamont_, didst ever read of a She-_Cupid_? - - _Sham._ Never in fiction yet: but it might hold, Sir; - For desire is of both Genders. - - _Enter the Dukes Sister._ - - _Duke._ Make that good here: [_He joyns_ Shamont's _hand_ - I take thee at thy word, Sir. [_and his Sisters_. - - _Sham._ Oh my Lord, - Love would appear too bold, and rude from me, - Honour and admiration are her rights, - Her goodness is my Saint, my Lord. - - _Duke._ I see, - Y'are both too modest to bestow your selves: - I'll save that virtue still, 'tis but my pains: come, - It shall be so. - - _Sham._ This gift does but set forth my poverty. - - _La._ Sir, that which you complain of, is my riches. - - _Enter_ Shamont's _brother the Soldier_. - - _Duke._ Soldier, now every noise sounds peace, th'art welcome. - - _Sol._ Sir, my repentance sues for your blest favour, - Which once obtain'd, no injury shall lose it; - I'll suffer mightier wrongs. - - _Duke._ Rise, lov'd and pardon'd: - For where Hope fail'd, nay Art it self resign'd, - Thou'st wrought that cure, which skill could never find; - Nor did there cease, but to our peace extend; - Never could wrongs boast of a nobler end. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -EPILOGUE. - - - _Our Poet bid us say for his own part,_ - _He cannot lay too much forth of his Art:_ - _But fears our over-acting passions may,_ - _As not adorn, deface his labour'd Play,_ - _Yet still he's resolute, for what is writ_ - _Of Nicer valour, and assumes the wit:_ - _But for the Love-Scænes which he ever meant_, - Cupid _in's Peticoat should represent,_ - _He'll stand no shock of censure; the Play's good,_ - _He says he knows it, (if well understood.)_ - _But we (blind god) beg, if thou art Divine,_ - _Thou'lt shoot thy Arrows round, this Play was thine._ - - - - -Mr. _Francis Beaumonts_ Letter to _Ben. Johnson_, written before he and -Mr. _Fletcher_ came to _London_, with two of the precedent Comedies -then not finish'd, which deferr'd their merry meetings at the _Mermaid_. - - - _The Sun which doth the greatest comfort bring_ - _To absent friends, because the self-same thing_ - _They know they see however absent, is,_ - _Here our best Hay-make[r] forgive me this,_ - _It is our Countreys stile. In this warm shine,_ - _I l[y]e and dream of your full Mermaid Wine._ - _Oh we have water mixt with Claret Lees,_ - _Drink apt to bring in dryer Heresies_ - _Than Beer, good only for the Sonnets strain,_ - _With fustian Metaphors to stuff the brain,_ - _So mixt, that given to the thirstiest one,_ - _'Twill not prove Alms, unless he have the stone:_ - _I think with one draught mans invention fades,_ - _Two Cups had quite spoil'd_ Homers Illiads; - _'Tis Liquor that will find out_ Sutcliff's _wit,_ - _Lye where he will, and make him write worse yet;_ - _Fil'd with such moisture in most grievous qualms;_ - _Did_ Rob[ert] Wisdom _write his Singing Psalms;_ - _And so must I do this, and yet I think_ - _It is a potion sent us down to drink,_ - _By special Providence keeps us from fights,_ - _Makes us not laugh, when we make legs to knights._ - _'Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our States,_ - _A Medicine to obey our Magistrates_: - _For we do live more free than you, no hate,_ - _No envy at one anothers_ [happy] _State_ - _Moves us, we are all equal every whit:_ - _Of Land that God gives men here is their wit:_ - _If we consider fully, for our best,_ - _And gravest men will with his main house jest,_ - _Scarce please you; we want subtilty to do_ - _The City tricks, lye, hate, and flatter too:_ - _Here are none that can bear a painted show,_ - _Strike when you winch, and then lament the blow:_ - _Who like Mills set the right way for to grind,_ - _Can make their gains alike with every wind:_ - _Only some fellows with the subtil'st pate_ - _Amongst us, may perchance equivocate_ - _At selling of a Horse, and that's the most._ - _Methinks the little wit I had is lost_ - _Since I saw you, for Wit is like a Rest_ - _Held up at Tennis, which men do the best,_ - _With the best gamesters: what things have we seen,_ - _Done at the_ Mermaid! _heard words that have been_ - _So nimble, and so full of subtil flame,_ - _As if that every one from whence they came,_ - _Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,_ - _And had resolv'd to live a fool, the rest_ - _Of his dull life; then when there hath been thrown_ - _Wit able enough to justifie the Town_ - _For three days past, wit that might warrant be_ - _For the whole City to talk foolishly_ - _Till that were cancell'd, and when that was gone,_ - _We left an Air behind us, which alone,_ - _Was able to make the two next Companies_ - _Right witty; though but downright fools, more wise._ - _When I remember this, and see that now_ - _The Countrey Gentlemen begin to allow_ - _My wit for dry bobs, then I needs must cry,_ - _I see my days of Ballating grow nigh;_ - _I can already Riddle, and can Sing_ - _[Ca]tches, sell bargains, and I fear shall bring_ - _My self to speak the hardest words I find,_ - _Over, as oft as any, with one wind,_ - _That takes no medicines: But one thought of thee_ - _Makes me remember all these things to be_ - _The wit of our young men, fellows that show_ - _No part of good, yet utter all they know:_ - _Who like trees of the Guard, have growing souls._ - _Only strong destiny, which all controuls,_ - _I hope hath left a better fate in store,_ - _For me thy friend, than to live ever poor,_ - _Banisht unto this home; fate once again_ - _Bring me to thee, who canst make smooth and plain_ - _The way of Knowledge for me, and then I,_ - _Who have no good but in thy company,_ - _Protest it will my greatest comfort be_ - _To acknowledge all I have to flow from thee_. - - Ben. _when these_ Scænes _are perfect, we'll taste wine;_ - _I'll drink thy Muses health, thou shalt quaff mine_. - - - - -The Honest Man's Fortune. - -A TRAGI-COMEDY. - - -The Persons represented in the Play. - - Duke of _Orleans, a spleenful detracting Lord_. - { _Brother-in-law to_ Orleans, - Earl of { _a noble accomplish'd_ - _Amiens_, { _Gentleman, servant to_ - { Lamira. - Mountague, _an honest Lord_. - Du-boys, } _Two faithful followers_ - Longueville, } _of_ Mountague. - Voramer, _the loving and loyal Page of_ Mountague. - La Verdine, _a knavish Courtier_. - La Poop, _a foisting Captain_. - Mallicorn, _a sharking Citizen_. - Two Lawyers. - Two Creditors. - Officers. - Servants. - - WOMEN. - - Duchess of { _a virtuous Lady, and_ - _Orleans_, { _chaste, (but suspected)_ - { _wife to the Duke_. - Lamira, _a modest Virgin, and a Lady, rich and noble_. - Charlotte, Lamira's _Woman_. - - The Scene France. - - The Principal Actors were - - _Nathan Field_, - _Rob. Benfield_, - _Emanuel Read_, - _Joseph Taylor_, - _Will. Eglestone_, - _Thomas Basse_. - - - - -_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter the Duke of_ Orleance, _and the Earl of_ Amiens, - _at several doors_. - - _Amiens._ Morrow, my Lord of _Orleans_. - - _Orl._ You salute me like a stranger; brother _Orleance_ were to me - a Title more belonging, whom you call the Husband of your Sister. - - _Ami._ Would the circumstances of your brotherhood had never - offer'd cause to make our conversation less familiar: I meet you - like a hindrance in your way: your great Lawsuit is now upon the - tongue, and ready for a judgement. - - _Orl._ Came you from the Hall now? - - _Ami._ Without stay; the Court is full, and such a press of people - does attend the issue, as if some great man were brought to his - arraignment. - - _Orl._ Every mothers son of all that multitude of hearers, went to - be a witness of the misery your Sisters fortunes must have come to, - if my adversary who did love her first, had been her Husband. - - _Ami._ The success may draw a testimony from them, to confirm the - same opinion, but they went prepar'd with no such hope or purpose. - - _Orl._ And did you intreat the number of them, that are come with - no such hope or purpose. - - _Ami._ Tush, your own experience of my heart can answer ye. - - _Orl._ This doubtful, makes me clearly understand your disposition. - - _Ami._ If your cause be just, - I wish you a conclusion like your cause. - - _Orl._ I can have any common charity to such a Prayer - From a friend I would expect a love to prosper in; - Without exceptions such a love as might - Make all my undertakings thankful to't; - Precisely just is seldom faithful in our wishes - To another mans desires: Farewel. [_Exit_ Orl. - - _Enter_ Montague _having a Purse_, Duboys, Longueville, - _and_ Voramer _the Page, with two Caskets_. - - _Dub._ Here comes your adversarie's brother-in-law. - - _Long._ The Lord of _Amiens_. - - _Dub._ From the Hall I think. - - _Ami._ I did so: save your Lordship. - - _Mount._ That's a wish my Lord, as courteous to my present state, - As ever honest mind was thankful for; - For now my safety must expose it self - To question: yet to look for any free - Or hearty salutation (Sir) from you - Would be unreasonable in me. - - _Ami._ Why? - - _Mont._ Your Sister is my adversarie's wife; - That nearness needs must consequently draw - Your inclination to him. - - _Ami._ I will grant - Him all the nearness his alliance claims, - And yet be nothing less impartial, - My Lord of _Montague_. - - _Mont._ Lord of _Montague_ yet: - But (Sir) how long the dignity or state - Belonging to it will continue, stands - Upon [t]he dangerous passage of this hour. - Either for evermore to be confirm'd, - Or like the time wherein 'twas pleaded, gone: - Gone with it, never to be call'd again. - - _Ami._ Justice direct your process to the end; - To both your persons my respect shall still - Be equal; but the righteous cause is that - Which bears my wishes to the side it holds, - Where, ever may it prosper. [_Exit_ Amiens. - - _Mont._ Then my thanks - Are proper to you, if a man may raise - A confidence upon a lawful ground - I have no reason to be once perplex'd - With any doubtful motion, _Longue[v]ille_, - That Lord of _Amiens_, (didst observe him?) has - A worthy nature in him. - - _Long._ Either 'tis his nature or his cunning. - - _Mont._ That's the vizard of most mens actions, - Whose dissembled lives - Do carry only the similitude - Of goodness on 'em: but for him - Honest [b]ehaviour makes a true report, - What disposition does inhabit him, - Essential virtue. - - _Long._ Then 'tis pity that - Injurious _Orleans_ is his brother. - - _Dub._ He is but his brother-in-law. - - _Long._ Law? that's as bad. - - _Dub._ How is your Law as bad? I rather wish - The hangman thy Executor than that - Equivocation should be ominous. - - _Enter two Lawyers, and two Creditors._ - - _Long._ Some of your Lawyers-- - - _1 Law._ What is ominous? - - _2 Law._ Let no distrust trouble your Lordships thought. - - _1 Law._ The evidences of your question'd Land - Ha' not so much as any literal - Advantage in 'em to be made against - Your Title. - - _2 Law._ And your Council understands - The business fully. - - _1 Law._ Th'are industrious, just. - - _2 Law._ And very confident. - - _1 Law._ Your state endures - A voluntary trial; like a man - Whose honors are maliciously accus'd. - - _2 Law._ The accusation serves to clear his cause. - - _1 Law._ And to approve his truth more. - - _2 Law._ So shall all - Your adversarie's pleadings strengthen your - Possession. - - _1 Law._ And be set upon record - To witness the hereditary right - Of you and yours. - - _2 Law._ Courage, you have the law. - - _Long._ And you the profits. - - _Mont._ If discouragement - Could work upon me, your assurances - Would put me strongly into heart again; - But I was never fearful: and let fate - Deceive my expectation, yet I am - Prepared against dejection. - - _1 Cre._ So are we. - - _2 Cre._ We have received a comfortable hope - That all will speed well. - - _Long._ What is he _Duboys_? - - _Dub._ A Creditor. - - _Long._ I thought so, for he speaks - As if he were a partner in his state. - - _Mont._ Sir, I am largely indebted to your loves. - - _Long._ More to their purses. - - _M[o]nt._ Which you shall not lose. - - _1 Cred._ Your Lordship. - - _Dub._ That's another creditor. - - _1 Cred._ Has interest in me. - - _Long._ You have more of him. - - _1 Cred._ And I have had so many promises - From these, and all your learned Counsellors; - How certainly your cause will prosper: that-- - - _Long._ You brought no Serjeants with you? - - _Dub._ To attend his ill success. - - _Mont._ Good Sir, I will not be - Unthankful either to their industries - Or your affections. - - _1 Law._ All your Land (my Lord) - Is at the barr now, give me but ten Crowns - I'll save you harmless. - - _Long._ Take him at his word; - If he does lose, you're sav'd by miracle, - For I never knew a Lawyer yet undone. - - _1 Law._ Then now you shall, Sir, if this prospers not. - - _Long._ Sir, I beseech you do not force your voice - To such a loudness, but be thrifty now; - Preserve it till you come to plead at bar - It will be much more profitable in - The satisfaction than the promise. - - _1 Law._ Is not this a satisfaction to engage - My self for this assurance, if he-- - - _Mont._ No Sir, my ruin never shall import - Anothers loss, if not by accident, - And that my purpose is not guilty of: - You [are] engag'd in nothing but your care. [_Ex. Law._ - Attend the Procurator to the Court, - Observe how things incline, and bring me word. - - _Long._ I dare not, Sir, if I be taken there, - Mine ears will be in danger. - - _Mont._ Why? hast thou - Committed something that deserves thine ears? - - _Long._ No, but I fear the noise; my hearing will be - Perished by the noise; 'tis as good 't want - [A member, as to loose the use--] - - _Mont._ The ornament is excepted. - - _Long._ Well my Lord - I'll put 'em to the hazard. [_Exit_ Long. - - _1 Cred._ Your desires be prosperous to you. - - _2 Cred._ Our best Prayers wait - Upon your fortune. [_Exeunt_ Cred. - - _Dub._ For your selves, not him. - - _Mont._ Thou canst not blame 'em: I am in their debts. - - _Ver._ But had your large expence (a part whereof - You owe 'em) for unprofitable Silks - And Laces, been bestowed among the poor, - That would have prayed the right way for you: - Not upon you. - - _Mont._ For unprofitable Silks - And Laces? now believe me honest boy - Th'ast hit upon a reprehension that belongs - Unto me. - - _Ver._ By ---- my Lord, - I had not so unmannerly a thought, - To reprehend you. - - _Mont._ Why I love thee for't. - Mine own acknowledgement confirms thy words: - For once I do remember, comming from - The Mercers, where my Purse had spent it self - On those unprofitable toys thou speak'st of, - A man half naked with his poverty - Did meet me, and requested my relief: - I wanted whence to give it, yet his eyes - Spoke for him, those I could have satisfied - With some unfruitful sorrow, (if my tears - Would not have added rather to his grief, - Than eas'd it) but the true compassion that - I should have given I had not: this began - To make me think how many such mens wants - The vain superfluous cost I wore upon - My outside would have clothed, and left my self - A habit as becomming: to increase - This new consideration there came one - Clad in a garment plain and thrifty, yet - As decent as these fair dear follies; made - As if it were of purpose to despise - The vanity of shew: his purse had still - The power to do a charitable deed, - And did it. - - _Dub._ Yet your inclination, Sir, - Deserv'd no less to be commended, than his action. - - _Mont._ Prethee do not flatter me; - He that intends well, yet deprives himself - Of means, to put his good thoughts into deed, - Deceives his purpose of the due reward - That goodness merits: oh antiquity - Thy great examples of Nobility - Are out of imitation, or at least - So lamely follow'd, that thou art as much - Before this age in virtue, as in time. - - _Dub._ Sir, it must needs be lamely followed, when - The chiefest men love to follow it - Are for the most part cripples. - - _Mont._ Who are they? - - _Dub._ Soldiers, my Lord, soldiers. - - _Mont._ 'Tis true _Duboys_: but if the law disables me no more - For Noble actions, than good purposes, - I'll practice how to exercise the worth - Commended to us by our ancestors; - The poor neglected soldier shall command - Me from a Ladies Courtship, and the form - I'll study shall no more be taught me by - The Taylor, but the Scholar; that expence - Which hitherto has been to entertain - Th' intemperate pride and pleasure of the taste - Shall fill my Table more to satisfie, - And less to surfeit. - What an honest work it would be; when we find - A Virgin in her poverty, and youth - Inclining to be tempted, to imploy - As much perswasion, and as much expence - To keep her upright, as men use to do upon her falling. - - _Dub._ 'Tis charity that many Maids will be unthankful for, - And some will rather take it for a wrong, - To buy 'em out of their inheritance, - The thing that they were born to. - - _Enter_ Longueville. - - _Mont. Longueville_, thou bringst a chearful promise in thy face. - There stands no pale report upon thy cheek, - To give me fear or knowledge of my loss, 'tis red and lively. - How proceeds my suit? - - _Long._ That's with leave, Sir, a labour that to those of _Hercules_, - May add another; or (at least) be call'd - An imitation of his burning shirt: - For 'twas a pain of that [un]merciful - Perplexity, to shoulder through the throng - Of people that attended your success: - My sweaty linnen fixt upon my skin, - Still as they pull'd me, took that with it; 'twas - A fear I should have left my flesh among 'em: - Yet I was patient, for (methought) the toil - Might be an emblem of the difficult - And weary passage to get out of Law. - And to make up the dear similitude, - When I was forth seeking my handkerchief - To wipe my sweat off, I did find a cause - To make me sweat more, for my Purse was lost - Among their fingers. - - _Dub._ There 'twas rather found. - - _Long._ By them. - - _Dub._ I mean so. - - _Mont._ Well, I will restore - Thy damage to thee: how proceeds my suit? - - _L[o]ng._ Like one at Brokers; I think forfeited. - Your promising Counsel at the first - Put strongly forward with a labour'd speed, - And such a violence of pleading, that - His Fee in Sugar-candy scarce will make - His throat a satisfaction for the hurt - He did it, and he carried the whole cause - Before him, with so clear a passage, that - The people in the favour of your side - Cried _Montague, Montague_: in the spight of him - That cryed out silence, and began to laugh - Your adversaries advocate to scorn: - Who like a cunning Footman set me forth - With such a temperate easie kind of course - To put him into exercise of strength, - And follow'd his advantages so close, - That when your hot mouth'd pleader thought h' had won, - Before he reacht it, he was out of breath, - And then the other stript him. - - _Mont._ So all is lost. - - _Long._ But how I know not; for, (methought) I stood - Confounded with the clamour of the Court, - Like one embark'd upon a storm at Sea, - Where the tempestuous noise of Thunder mixt - With roaring of the billows, and the thick, - Imperfect language of the Sea-men, takes - His understanding and his safety both - Together from him. - - _Mont._ Thou dost bring ill news. - - _Long._ Of what I was unwilling to have been - The first reporter. - - _Mont._ Didst observe no more? - - _Long._ At least no better. - - _Mont._ Then th'art not inform'd - So well as I am; I can tell thee that - Will please thee, for when all else left my cause, - My very adversaries took my part. - - _Long._ --Whosoever told you that, abused you. - - _Mont._ Credit me, he took my part - When all forsook me. - - _Long._ Took it from you. - - _Mont._ Yes I mean so, and I think he had just cause - To take it, when the verdict gave it him. - - _Dub._ His Spirit would ha' sunk him, e'r he could - Have carried an ill fortune of this weight so lightly. - - _Mont._ Nothing is a misery, unless our weakness apprehend it so; - We cannot be more faithful to our selves - In any thing that's manly, than to make - Ill fortune as contemptible to us - As it makes us to others. - - _Enter Lawyers._ - - _Long._ Here come they - Whose very countenances will tell you how - Contemptible it is to others. - - _Mont._ Sir? - - _Long._ The Sir of Knighthood may be given him, e'r - They hear you now? - - _Mont._ Good Sir but a word. - - _Dub._ How soon the loss of wealth makes any man - Grow out of knowledge. - - _Long._ Let me see, I pray, Sir, - Never stood you upon the Pillory? - - _1 Law._ The Pillory? - - _Long._ Oh now I know you did not. - Y'ave ears, I thought ye had lost 'em; pray observe, - Here's one that once was gracious in your eyes. - - _1 Law._ Oh my Lord, have an eye upon him. - - _Long._ But ha' you ne'er a Counsel to redeem - His Land yet from the judgement? - - _2 Law._ None but this, a Writ of error to remove the cause. - - _Long._ No more of error, we have been in that too much already. - - _2 Law._ If you will reverse the judgement, you must trust to that - delay. - - _Long._ Delay? indeed he's like to trust to that, - With you has any dealing. - - _2 Law._ E'r the Law proceeds to an _Habere facias possessionem_. - - _Dub._ That's a language Sir, I understand not. - - _Long._ Th'art a very strange unthankful fellow to have taken Fees - of such a liberal measure, and then give a man hard words for's - money. - - _1 Law._ If men will hazard their salvations, - What should I say? I've other business. - - _Mont._ Y'are i'th' right; - That's it you should say, now prosperity has left me. - - _Enter two Creditors._ - - _1 Cred._ Have an eye upon him; if - We lose him now, he's gone for ever; stay - And dog him: I'll go fetch the Officers. - - _Long._ Dog him you Bloud-hound: by this point thou shalt more - safely dog an angry Lion, than attempt him. - - _Mont._ What's the matter? - - _Long._ Do but stir to fetch a Serjeant; and besides your loss - Of labour, I'll have you beaten, till - Those casement in your faces be false lights. - - _Dub._ Falser than those you sell by. - - _Mont._ Who gave you Commission to abuse my friends thus? - - _Lon._ Sir, are those your friends that would betray you? - - _Mont._ 'Tis to save themselves rather than betray me. - - _1 Cred._ Your Lordship makes a just construction of it. - - _2 Cred._ All our desire is but to get our own. - - _Long._ Your wives desires and yours do differ then. - - _Mont._ So far as my ability will go - You shall have satisfaction _Longeville_. - - _Long._ And leave your self neglected; every man - Is first a debtor to his own demands, being honest. - - _Mont._ As I take it, Sir, I did - Not entertain you for my Counselor. - - _Long._ Counsel's the office of a servant, - When the master falls upon a danger; as - Defence is; never threaten with your eyes, - They are no cockatrices; do you hear? - Talk with [a] Girdler, or [a] Mill'ner, - He can inform you of a kind of men - That first undid the profit of those trades - By bringing up the form of carrying - Their _Morglays_ in their hands: with some of those - A man may make himself a priviledge - To ask a question at the prison gates - Without your good permission. - - _2 Cred._ By your leave. - - _Mont._ Stay Sir, what one example since the time - That first you put your hat off to me, have - You noted in me to encourage you - To this presumption? by the justice now - Of thine own rule, I should begin with thee, - I should turn thee away ungratified - For all thy former kindness, forget - Thou ever didst me any service: 'tis not fear - Of being arrested, makes me thus incline - To satisfy you; for you see by him, - I lost not all defences with my state; - The curses of a man to whom I am - Beholding terrify me more, than all - The violence he can pursue me with. - _Duboys_, I did prepare me for the worst; - These two small Cabinets do comprehend - The sum of all the wealth that it hath pleased - Adversity to leave me, one as rich - As th'other, both in Jewels; take thou this, - And as the Order put within it shall - Direct thee, distribute it half between - Those Creditors, and th' other half among - My servants: for (Sir) they are my Creditors - As well as you are, they have trusted me - With their advancement: if the value fail, - To please you all, my first increase of means - Shall offer you a fuller payment; be content - To leave me something, and imagine that - You put a new beginner into credit. - - _Cred._ So prosper our own blessings, as we wish you to - your merit. - - _Mont._ Are you[r] silences of discontent, or of sorrow? - - _Dub._ Sir, we would not leave you. - - _Long._ Do but suffer us to follow you, and what our present - means, or industries hereafter can provide, shall serve you. - - _Mont._ Oh desire me not to live - To such a baseness, as to be maintained - By those that serve me; pray begone, I will - Defend your honesties to any man - That shall report you have forsaken me; - I pray begone. [_Exeunt Servants and Creditors._ - Why, dost thou weep my boy, - Because I do not bid thee go to[o]? - - _Ver._ No, I weep (my Lord) because I would not go; - I fear you will command me. - - _Mont._ No my child, - I will not; that would discommend th' intent - Of all my other actions: thou art yet - Unable to advise thy self a course, - Should I put thee to seek it; after that - I must excuse, or at the least forgive - Any [un]charitable deed that can be done against my self. - - _Ver._ Every day (my Lord) I tarry with you, I'll account - A day of blessing to me; for I shall - Have so much less time left me of my life - When I am from you: and if misery - Befall you (which I hope so good a man - Was never born to) I will take my part, - And make my willingness increase my strength - To bear it. In the Winter I will spare - Mine own cloth[e]s from my self to cover you; - And in the Summer, carry some of yours - To ease you: I'll doe any thing I can. - - _Mont._ Why, thou art able to make misery - Ashamed of hurting, when thy weakness can - Both bear it, and despise it: Come my boy - I will provide some better way for thee - Than this thou speakst of: 'tis the comfort that - [Ill] fortune has undone me into the fashion: - For now in this age most men do begin, - To keep but one boy, that kept many men. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Orleans, a Servant, his Lady following._ - - _Orl._ Where is she? call her. - - _Lady._ I attend you Sir. - - _Orl._ Your friend sweet Madam. - - _Lady._ What friend, good my Lord? - - _Orl._ Your _Montague_, Madam, he will shortly want - Those Courtly graces that you love him for; - The means wherewith he purchased this, and this; - And all his own provisions to the least - Proportion of his feeding, or his clothes, - Came out of that inheritance of land - Which he unjustly lived on: but the law - Has given me right in't, and possession; now - Thou shalt perceive his bravery vanish, as - This Jewell does from thee now, and these Pearls - To him that owes 'em. - - _Lady._ Ye are the owner Sir of every thing that does belong to me. - - _Orl._ No, not of him, sweet Lady. - - _Lady._ O good [God]! - - _Orl._ But in a while your mind will change, and be - As ready to disclaim him; when his wants - And miseries have perish'd his good face, - And taken off the sweetness that has made - Him pleasing in a womans understanding. - - _La._ O Heaven, how gratious had Creation been - To women, who are born without defence, - If to our hearts there had been doors through which - Our husbands might have lookt into our thoughts, - And made themselves undoubtfull. - - _Orl._ Made 'em mad. - - _La._ With honest women. - - _Orl._ Thou dost still pretend - A title to that virtue: prethee let - Thy honesty speak freelie to me now. - Thou know'st that _Montague_, of whose Land - I [a]m the master, did affect thee first, - And should have had thee, if the strength of friends - Had not prevail'd above thine own consent. - I have undone him; tell me how thou dost - Consider his ill fortune and my good. - - _La._ I'll tell you justly his undoing is - An argument for pity and for tears - In all their dispositions that have known - The honor and the goodness of his life: - Yet that addition of prosperity, - Which you have got by't, no indifferent man - Will malice or repine at, if the Law - Be not abused in't; howsoever since - You have the upper fortune of him, 'twill - Be some dishonor to you to bear your self - With any pride or glory over him. - - _Orl._ This may be truely spoken, but in thee - It is not honest. - - _La._ Yes, so honest, that I care not if the chast _Penelope_ - Were now alive to hear me. - - _Enter Amiens._ - - _Orl._ Who comes there? - - _La._ My brother. - - _Am._ Save ye. - - _Orl._ Now Sir, you have heard of prosperous _Montague_. - - _Am._ No Sir, I have heard of _Montague_, - But of your prosperity. - - _Orl._ Is he distracted. - - _Am._ He does bear his loss with such a noble strength - Of patience that, - Had fortune eyes to see him, she would weep - For having hurt him, and pretending that - Shee did it but for triall of his worth: - Hereafter ever love him. - - _Orl._ I perceive you love him, and because (I must confess) - He does deserve that though for some respects, - I have not given him that acknowledgement, - Yet in mine honor I did still conclude to use him nobly. - - _Am._ Sir, that will become your reputation and make me - grow proud of your alliance. - - _Orl._ I did reserve the doing of this friendship till I had - His fortunes at my mercy, that the world - May tell him 'tis a willing courtesie. - - _La._ This change will make me happy. - - _Orl._ 'Tis a change; thou shalt behold it: then observe me when - That _Montague_ had possession of my Land, - I was his rivall, and at last obtain'd - This Lady who, by promise of her own - Affection to him, should ha' bin his wife; - I had her, and withheld her like a pawn, - Till now my Land is rend'red to me again, - And since it is so, you shall see I have - The conscience not to keep her--give him her-- [_draws._ - - For by the faithfull temper of my sword, she shall not tarry with - me. - - _Am._ Give me way-- [_draws._ - Thou most unworthy man--give me way; - Or by the wrong he does the Innocent, - I'll end thy misery and his wickedness, together. - - _Lady._ Stay and let me justifie - My husband in that, I have wrong'd his bed. [_Exeunt Am. Orl._ - - _Enter Orleans in amazement, the servants following him._ - - Never--all shames that can afflict me fall - Upon me if I ever wrong'd you; - - _Orl._ Didst thou not confess it; - - _La._ 'Twas to save your blood from shedding, that has - Turn'd my brothers edge; - He that beholds our thoughts as plainely as - Our faces, knowes it, I did never hurt - My honesty but by accusing it. - - _Orl._ Womens consents are sooner credited - Than their denials: and I'll never trust - Her body that prefers any defence - Before the safety of her honor--here - - _Enter Servant._ - - Show forth that stranger--give me not a word. - Thou seest a danger readie to be tempted. - - _La._ Cast that upon me rather than my shame, - And as I am now dying I will vow - That I am honest. - - _Orl._ Put her out of dores; but that I fear my land - May go again to _Montague_, I would kill thee, I am loth, - To make a beggar of him that way; or else-- - Go now you have the liberty of flesh, - And you may put it to a double use, - One for your pleasure, th'other to maintain - Your wellbeloved, he will want. [_Exit Lady._ - In such a charitable exercise - The virtue will excuse you for the vice. [_Exit Orleans._ - - _Enter Amiens drawn, Montague, Veramor meeting._ - - _Mont._ What means your Lordship? - - _Ver._ For the love of [God]. - - _Am._ Thou hast advantage of me, cast away this buckler. - - _Mont._ So he is Sir, for he lives - With one that is undone--avoyd us boy. - - _Ver._ I'll first avoid my safety, - Your Rapier shall be button'd with my head, before it touch - my Master. - - _Am. Montague?_ - - _Mont._ Sir. - - _Am._ You know my sister? - - _Mont._ Yes Sir. - - _Am._ For a whore? - - _Mont._ You lye, and shall lie lower if you dare abuse her honor. - - _Enter Lady._ - - _La._ I am honest. - - _Am._ Honest! - - _La._ Upon my faith I am. - - _Am._ What did then p[e]rsuade thee to condemn thy self? - - _La._ Your safety. - - _Am._ I had rather be expos'd - To danger, than dishonor; th'ast betray'd - The reputation of my familie - More basely by the falseness of that word, - Than if thou hadst delivered me asleep - Into the hands of base enemies. - Relief will never make thee sensible - Of thy disgraces; let thy wants compell thee to it. [_Exit._ - - _La._ O I am a miserable woman. - - _Mont._ Why Madam? are you utterly without means to relieve you? - - _La._ I have nothing Sir, unless by changing of these cloaths for - worse, and then at last the worst for nakedness. - - _Mont._ Stand off boy, nakedness would be a change - To please us Madam, to delight us both. - - _La._ What nakedness Sir? - - _Mont._ Why the nakedness of body Madam, we were Lovers once. - - _La._ Never dishonest Lovers. - - _Mont._ Honestie has no allowance now to give our selves. - - _La._ Nor you allowance against honestie. - - _Mont._ I'll send my Boy hence, opportunitie - Shall be our servant, come and meet me first - With kisses like a stranger at the door, - And then invite me nearer to receive - A more familiar inward wellcome; where, - Instead of tapers made of Virgins wax - Th'increasing flames of our desires shall light - Us to a banquet: and before the taste - Be dull with satisfaction, I'll prepare - A nourishment compos'd of every thing - That bears a naturall friendship to the blood, - And that shall set another edge upon 't, - Or else between the courses of the feast - We'll dallie out an exercise of time, - That ever as one appetite expires another may succeed it. - - _La._ O my Lord, how has your nature lost her worthiness! - When our affections had their liberty, - Our kisses met as temperatelie as - The hands of sisters, or of brothers, that - Our bloods were then as moving; then you were - So noble, that I durst have trusted your - Embraces in an opportunity - Silent enough to serve a ravisher, - And yet come from you--undishonor'd--how - You think me altered, that you promise your - Attempt success I know not; but were all - The sweet temptations that deceive us set - On this side, and [on] that side all the waiters, - These neither should p[e]rsuade me, nor these force. - - _Mont._ Then misery may waste your body. - - _Lady._ Yes, but lust shall never. - - _Mont._ I have found you still as uncorupted as I left you first - Continue so; and I will serve you with - As much devotion as my word, my hand - Or purse can show you; and to justifie - That promise, here is half the wealth I have, - Take it, you owe me nothing, till you fall - From virtue, which the better to protect - I have bethought me of a present means: - Give me the Letter; this commends my Boy - Into the service of a Lady, whose - Free goodness you have bin acquainted with, _Lamira_. - - _Lady._ Sir I know her. - - _Mont._ Then believe her entertainment will be noble to you; - My boy shall bring you thither: and relate - Your manner of misfortune if your own - Report needs any witness: so I kiss your hand good Lady. - - _Lady._ Sir, I know not how to promise, but I cannot be unthankfull. - - _Mont._ All that you can implore in thankfulness - Be yours, to make you the more prosperous. - Farwell my boy,--I am not yet oppress'd. [_Exit Lady Vere._ - Having the power to helpe one that's distress'd. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Secundi. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Longaville and Dubois._ - - _Long._ What shall we do now: swords are out of use, - And words are out of credit. - - _Dub._ We must serve. - - _L[o]ng._ The means to get a service will first spend - Our purses; and except we can allow - Our selves an entertainment, service will - Neglect us; now 'tis grown into a doubt - Whether the Mr. or the servants gives the countenance. - - _Dub._ Then fall in with Mistresses. - - _Long._ They keep more servants now (indeed) than men, - But yet the age is grown so populous - Of those attendants, that the women are - Grown full too. - - _Dub._ What shall we propound our selves? - - _Long._ I'll think on't. - - _Dub._ Do; Old occupations have too many setters up to - prosper, some uncommon trade would thrive now. - - _Long._ Wee'll e'en make up some half a dozen proper men. - And should not we get more - Than all your female sinners? - - _Dub._ If the house be seated as it should be privately. - - _Long._ I, but that would make a multitude of witches. - - _Dub._ Witches? how prethee? - - _Long._ Thus the bauds would all turn witches to revenge - Themselves upon us, and the women that - Come to us, for disguises must wear beards, - And that's they say, a token of a witch. - - _Dub._ What shall we then do. - - _Long._ We must study on't - With more consideration; stay _Duboyes_ - Are not the Lord of _Orleans_ and the Lord - Of _Amiens_ enemies? - - _Dub._ Yes, what of that. - - _Long._ Methinks the factions of two such great men. - Should give a promise of advancement now - To us that want it. - - _Dub._ Let the plot be thine, and in the enterprize I'll second thee. - - _Long._ I have it, we will first set down our selves - The Method of a quarrell; and make choyce - Of some frequented Tavern; or such a place - Of common notice, to perform it in - By way of undertaking to maintain - The severall honors of those enemies. - Thou for the Lord of _Orleans_; I for _Amiens_. - - _Dub._ I like the project, and I think 'twill take - The better, since their difference first did rise - From his occasion whom we followed once. - - _Long._ We cannot hope less after the report, - Than entertainment or gratuity, - Yet those are ends, I do not aim at most; - Great spirits that are needy, and will thrive, - Must labour whiles such troubles are alive. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Laverdine and La-poope._ - - _La-p._ Slander is sharper than the sword. I have fed this three - dayes upon leaf _Tobacco_, for want of other Victuals. - - _Lav._ You have liv'd the honester Captain; but be not so dejected, - but hold up thy head, and meat will sooner fall i'thy mouth. - - _La-p._ I care not so much for meat, so I had but good liquor, for - which my guts croak like so many Frogs for rain. - - _Lav._ It seems, you are troubled with the wind-Collick, Captain, - swallow a bullet: 'tis present remedy I'll assure you. - - _La-p._ A bullet? I'll tell you Sir, my panch is nothing but a pile - of bullets; when I was in any service I stood between my Generall - and the shot, like a mud-wall; I am all lead, from the crown of the - head to the soal of the foot, not a sound bone about me. - - _La[v]._ It seems you have bin in terrible hot service Captain. - - _La-p._ It has ever bin the fate of the low Country wars to spoil - many a man, I ha' not bin the first nor shall not be the last: but - I'll tell you Sir, (hunger has brought it in to mind) I served once - at the Siege of _Braste_, 'tis memorable to this day, where we were - in great distress for victuals, whole troops fainted more for want - of food then for blood, and died, yet we were resolved to stand it - out; I my self was but then Gentleman of a Company, and had as much - need as any man, and indeed I had perished had not a miraculous - providence preserved me. - - _Lav._ As how good Captain? - - _La-p._ Marry Sir, e'en as I was fainting and falling down for want - of sustenance, the enemy made a shot at me, and struck me full ith' - paunch with a penny loaf. - - _Lav._ Instead of a bullet! - - _La-p._ In stead of a bullet. - - _Lav._ That was miraculous indeed; and that loaf sustained you. - - _La-p._ Nourished me or I had famished with the rest. - - _Lav._ You have done worthy acts being a soldier, and now you shall - give me leave to requite your tale, and to acquaint you with the - most notorious deeds that I have done being a Courtier. I protest - Captain I will lie no more than you have done. - - _La-p._ I can indure no lies. - - _Lav._ I know you cannot Captain, therefore I'll only tell you - of strange things: I did once a deed of charity for it self; I - assisted a poor widow in a sute, and obtained it, yet I protest I - took not a penny for my labor. - - _La-p._ 'Tis no such strange thing. - - _Lav._ By _Mars_ Captain, but it is, and a very strange thing too - in a Courtier, it may take the upper hand of your penny loaf for a - miracle. I could ha' told you how many Ladyes have languished for - my love, and how I was once sollicited by the mother, the daughter, - and grand-mother; out of the least of which I might have digg'd - my self a fortune; they were all great Ladyes, for two of them - were so big I could hardly embrace them: but I was sluggish in - my rising courses, and therefore let them pass; what means I had - is spent upon such as had the wit to cheat me; That wealth being - gone, I have only bought experience with it, with a strong hope - to cheat others; but see here comes the much declined _Montague_, - who had all the Manor houses, which were the body of his estate, - overthrowen by a great wind. - - _Enter Montague, Mallicorne._ - - _La-p._ How by a great wind? was he not overthrown by law? - - _Lav._ Yes, marry was he: but there was terrible puffing and - blowing before he was overthrown, if you observ'd, and believe it - Captain, there's no wind so dangerous to a building as a lawyers - breath. - - _La-p._ What's he with him? - - _Lav._ An eminent Citizen, Mounsier _Mallicorne_, let's stand a - side and listen their design. - - _Mal._ Sir, profit is the Crown of labor, it is the life, the soul - of the industrious Merchant, in it he makes his paradise, and for - it neglects Wife, Children, Friends, Parents, nay all the world, - and delivers up himself to the violence of storms, and to be tos'd - into unknown ayrs; as there is no faculty so perillous, so there's - none so worthy profitable. - - _Mont._ Sir, I am very well possest of it, and what of my poore - fortunes remaines, I would gladly hazard upon the Sea: it cannot - deal worse with me than the Land, though it sink or throw it in - the hands of Pirats. I have yet five hundred pounds left, and your - honest and worthy acquaintance may make me a young Merchant; th'one - moity of what I have I would gladly adventure. - - _Mal._ How adventure? you shall hazard nothing: you shall only joyn - with me in certain commodities that are safe arrived unto the Key; - you shall neither be in doubt of danger nor dammage; But so much - money disburst, so much receive; Sir, I would have you conceive I - pursue it not for any good your money will do me, but meerly out of - mine own freeness and courtesie to pleasure you. - - _Mont._ I can believe no less, and you express a noble nature, - seeking to build up a man so ruin'd as my self. - - _Lav._ Captain here is subject for us to work upon if we have wit; - you hear that there is money yet left, and it is going to be layd - out in Rattels, Bels, Hobby-Horses, brown paper, or some such like - sale commodities; now it would do better in our purses, upon our - backs in good Gold-lace, and Scarlat, and then we might pursue - our projects, and our devices towards my Lady _Annabella_; go to, - there's a conceit newly landed, heark I stand in good reputation - with him, and therefore may the better cheat him: Captain, take a - few instructions from me. - - _Mont._ What monies I have is at your disposing, and upon twelve I - will meet you at the Pallace with it. - - _Mal._ I will there expect you, and so I take my leave. [_Exit._ - - _Lav._ You apprehend me? - - _La-p._ Why do ye think I am a dunce? - - _Lav._ Not a dunce Captain, but you might give me leave to misdoubt - that pregnancy in a Soldier, which is proper and hereditary to a - Courtier; but prosecute it, I will both second, and give credit - to it. Good Mounsier _Montague_, I would your whole revenues lay - within the circuit of mine armes, that I might as easily bestow, or - restore it unto you as my curtesie. - - _La-p._ My zealous wishes Sir, do accompany his for your good - fortunes. - - _Lav._ Believe it Sir, our affection towards you is a strong band - of friendship. - - _Mont._ To which I shall most willingly seal. But believe me - Gentlemen in a broken estate, the bond of friendship oft is - forfeited, but that it is your free and ingenuous nature to renew - it. - - _Lav._ Sir, I will amply extend my self to your use, and am very - zealously afflicted as not one of your least friends for your - crooked fate; But let it not seise you with any dejection, you have - as I hear a sufficient competency left, which well disposed may - erect you as high in the worlds account as ever. - - _Mont._ I cannot live to hope it, much less injoy it, nor is it any - part of my endeavor; my study is to render every man his own, and - to contain my self within the limits of a Gentleman. - - _Lav._ I have the grant of an Office given me by some noble - favorites of mine in Court, there stands but a small matter between - me and it, if your ability be such to lay down the present summ, - out of the love I bear you, before any other man, it shall be - confirmed yours. - - _Mont._ I have heard you often speak of such a thing; If it be - assur'd to you I will gladly deal in it: that portion I have, I - would not hazard upon one course, for I see the most certain is - incertain. - - _La-p._ Having money Sir, you could not light upon men that could - give better direction; there is at this time a friend of mine upon - the Seas; to be plain with you, he is a pyrate, that hath wrote - to me to work his fredom, and by this Gentlemans means, whose - acquaintance is not small at Court; we have the word of a worthy - man for it, only there is some money to be suddainly disburst, and - if your happiness be such to make it up you shall receive treble - gain by it, and good assurance for it. - - _Mont._ Gentlemen, out of the weakness of my estate you seem (to - have some knowledge of my brest) that wou'd if it were possible - advance my declined fortunes, to satisfie all men of whom I have - had credit, and I know no way better than these which you propose; - I have some money ready under my command, some part of it is - already promis'd, but the remainder is yours to such uses as are - propounded. - - _Lav._ Appoint some certain place of meeting, for these affaires - require expedition. - - _Mount._ I will make it my present business: at twelve, I am to - meet _Mallicorne_, the Marchant at the Pallace, you know him Sir, - about some negotiation of the same nature, there I will be ready to - tender you that money, upon such conditions as we shall conclude of. - - _Lav._ The care of it be yours, so much as the affair concerns you. - - _Mont._ Your caution is effectuall, and till then I take my leave. - - _Lav._ Good Mr _Montague_. [_Exit._ - - _W[i]thin a clamor, down with their weapons._ - - _Enter Longavile, and Dubois, their swords drawn, - servants and others between them._ - - _Ser._ Nay Gentlemen what mean you? pray be quiet, have some - respect unto the house. - - _Long._ A treacherous slave. - - _Du._ Thou dost revile thy self base _Longavile_. - - _Long._ I say thou art a villain, and a corrupt one, that hast some - seven years fed on thy masters trencher, yet never bredst good - blood towards him: for if thou hadst, thou'dst have a sounder heart. - - _Du._ So Sir, you can use your tongue something nimbler than your - sword. - - _Long._ Wou'd you cou'd use your tongue well of your Master, friend - you might have better imployment for your sword. - - _Du._ I say again, and I will speak it loud and often, that - _Orleans_ is a noble Gentleman with whom _Amiens_ is too light to - poyse the scale. - - _Long._ He is the weaker for taking of a prayse out of thy mouth. - - _Du._ This hand shall seal his merit at thy heart. - - _Lav._ Part them my masters, part them. - - _Ser._ Part them Sir, why do you not part them, you stand by with - your sword in your hand, and cry part 'em. - - _Lav._ Why you must know my friend my cloaths are better than - yours, and in a good suit, I do never use to part any body. - - _La-p._ And it is discretion. - - _Lav._ I marry is it Captain. - - _Long. Dubois_ though this place priviledge thee, know where - next we meet, the blood which at thy heart flows drops at thy feet. - - _Enter Amience in haste, his sword drawn._ - - _Du._ I would not spend it better than in this quarrell, and on - such a hazard. - - _Ami._ What uprore's this, must my name here be question'd in - Tavern brawls, and by affected Ruffins? - - _Lav._ Not we indeed Sir. - - _Du._ Fear cannot make me shrink out of your fury, though you were - greater than your name doth make you, I am one, and the opposer; if - your swoln rage have ought in malice to inforce express it. - - _Ami._ I seek thee not, nor shalt thou ever gain - That credit, which a blow from me wou'd give thee, - By my ---- I more detest that fellow - Which took my part than thee, that he durst offer - To take my honor in his feeble armes, - And spend it in a drinking room; which way went he? - - _Lav._ That way Sir, I wou'd you wou'd after; for I do fear we - shall have some more scuffling. - - _Ami._ [I]'ll follow him, and if my speed o'er take him, I shall - ill thank him, for his forwardness. [_Exit._ - - _Lav._ I am glad he's gone, for I doe not love to see a sword drawn - in the hand of a man that lookes so furious, there's no jesting - with edge tooles, how say you Captain? - - _Cap._ I say 'tis better jesting than to be in earnest with them. - - _Enter Orleance._ - - _Orl._ How now? what's the difference? they say there have bin - swords drawn, and in my quarrell: let me know that man, whose love - is so sincere to spend his blood for my sake, I will bounteously - requite him. - - _Lav._ We were all of your side, but there he stands begun it. - - _Orl._ What's thy name? - - _Dub. Duboyes._ - - _Orl._ Give me thy hand, [thou] hast received no hurt? - - _Dub._ Not any, nor were this body stuck full of wounds, I should - not count them hurts, being taken in so honorable a cause as the - defence of my most worthy Lord. - - _Orl._ The dedication of thy love to me requires my ample bounty, - thou art mine, for I do find thee made unto my purposes: Mounsieur - _Laverdine_, pardon my neglect I not observed you, and how runs - rumour? - - _Lav._ Why, it runs my Lord like a foot-man without a cloak, to - show that what's once rumour'd it cannot be hid. - - _Or[l]._ And what say the rable, am not I the subject of their talk? - - _Lav._ Troth my Lord the common mouth speaks foul words. - - _Orl._ Of me, for turning away my wife, do they not? - - _Lav._ Faith the men do a little murmure at it and say, 'tis an ill - president in so great a man, marry the women they rayl out right. - - _Orl._ Out upon them rampallions. I'll keep my self safe enough out - of their fingers, but what say my pritty jolly composed gallants - that censure every thing more desperate than it is dangerous; what - say they? - - _Lav._ Marry they are laying wagers, what death you shall die; one - offers to lay five hundred pounds; And yet he had but a groat about - him, & that was in two twopences too to any man that wou'd make - it up a shilling; that you were kil'd with a Pistoll charg'd with - white Powder; another offerd to pawn his soul for five shillings, - and yet no body wou'd take him, that you were stab'd to death, and - shou'd die with more wounds than _Cæsar_. - - _Orl._ And who shou'd be the Butchers that shou'd do it? _Montague_ - and his associates? - - _Lav._ So 'tis conjectured. - - _La-p._ And believe it, sweet Prince, it is to be feared, and - therefore prevented. - - _Orl._ By turning his purpose on himself, were not that the way? - - _Lav._ The most direct path for your safety. For where doth danger - sit more furious than in a desperate man? - - _La-p._ And being you have declined his means, you have increast - his malice. - - _Lav._ Besides the generall report that steems in every mans - breath, and stains you all over with infamy, that Time the devourer - of all things cannot eat out. - - _La-p._ I, for that former familiarity, which he had with your Lady. - - _Lav._ Men speak it as boldly as words of compliment; good morrow, - good even, or [God] save you Sir, are not more usuall; if the word - cuckold had been written upon your forehead in great Capitall - Letters, it could not have been dilated with more confidence. - - _Orl._ He shall not sleep another night, I will have his blood, - though it be required at my hands again. - - _Lav._ Your Lordship may, and without hazarding your own person; - here's a Gentleman in whose looks I see a resolution to perform it. - - _Dub._ Let his Lordship give me but his honorable word for my life, - I'll kill him as he walks. - - _Lav._ Or pistoll him as he sits at meat. - - _La-p._ Or at game. - - _Lav._ Or as he is drinking. - - _Dub._ Any way. - - _Orl._ Wou't thou? call what is mine thine own, thy reputation - shall not be brought in question for it, much less thy life; it - shall be nam'd a deed of valour in thee, not murder: Farewell. - [_Exit._ - - _Dub._ I need no more encouragement, it is a work I will persuade - my self that I was born to. - - _Laver._ And you may persuade your self too that you shall be sav'd - by it, being that it is for his honorable Lordship. - - _Dub._ But you must yield me means, how, when and where. - - _Lav._ That shall be our tasks; - Nay more, we will be agents with thee: - This hour we are to meet him, on the receipt of certain moneys, - Which indeed we purpose honestly to cheat him of, - And that's the main cause I wou'd have him slain, - Who works with safety makes a double gain. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Longaville, Amiens following him._ - - _Ami._ Stay Sir, I have took some pains to overtake you.--Your name - is _Longaville_. - - _Long._ I have the word of many honest men for't, I crave your - Lordships pardon, your sudden apprehension on my steps made me to - frame an answer unwitting and unworthy your respect. - - _Ami._ Doe you know me? - - _Long._ Yes, my Lord. - - _Ami._ I know not you; nor am I well pleased to make this time, as - the affair now stands, the induction of your acquaintance; you are - a fighting fellow. - - _Long._ How my Lord? - - _Ami._ I think I too much grace you; rather you are a fellow - dares not fight, but spit and puffe and make a noyse, whilst your - trembling hand draws out your Sword, to lay it upon andirons, - stools or tables, rather than on a man. - - _Long._ Your honor may best speak this; yet ---- with little - safety, if I thought it serious. - - _Ami._ Come, you are a verie braggart, and you have given me cause - to tell you so: what weakness have you ever seen in me to prompt - your self, that I could need you help; or what other reason[s] - could induce you to it? you never yet had a meals meat from my - Table, nor as I remember from my Wardrop any cast Suit. - - _Lon._ 'Tis true, I never durst yet have such a servile spirit, - to be the minion of a full swoln Lord; but alwaies did detest - such slavery: a meals meat, or a cast Suit? I wou'd first eat the - stones, and from such rags the dunghils doe afford, pick me a - garment. - - _Ami._ I have mistook the man, his resolute spirit - Proclaimes him generous, he has a noble heart - As free to utter good deeds as to act them; - For had he not been right, and of one piece, - He would have crumpled, curled, and struck himself - Out of the shape of man into a shaddow. - But prethee tell me, if no such fawning hope - Did lead thee on to hazard life for my sake; - What was it that incited thee? - Tell me; speak it without the imputation of a Sycophant. - - _Long._ Your own desert, and with it was joyn'd the unfained - friendship that I judged you ever held unto my former Lord. - - _Ami._ The noble _Montague_? - - _Long._ Yes, the noble and much injured _Montague_. - - _Ami._ To such a man as thou art, my heart shall be - A Casket: I will lock thee up there, - And esteem thee as a faithfull friend, - The richest Jewell that a man enjoyes; - And being thou didst follow once my friend, - And in thy heart still dost, not with his fortunes casting him off, - Thou shalt go hand in hand with me, and share - As well in my ability as love; 'tis not my end - To gain men for my use, but a true friend. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Duboys._ - - _Dub._ There's no such thriving way to live in grace, - As to have no sence of it; his back nor belly - Shall not want warming that can practise me mischief; - I walk now with a full purse, grow high and wanton, - Prune and briske my self in the bright shine - Of his good Lordships favours; and for what virtue? - For fashioning my self a murderer. - O noble _Montague_, to whom I owe my heart, - With all my best thoughts, though my tongue have promis'd - To exceed the malice of thy destiny, - Never in time of all my service knew I - Such a sin tempt thy bounty; those that did feed - Upon thy charge had merit or else need. - - _Enter Laverdine, and La-poope, with disguises._ - - _Lav. Duboys_, most prosperously met. - - _Dub._ How now? will he come this way? - - _La._ This way, immediately; therefore thy assistance, dear - _Duboys_. - - _Dub._ What have you cheated him of the money you spoke of? - - _Lav._ Fough, as easily as a silly Countrey wench of her - maydenhead; we had it in a twinkling. - - _Dub._ 'Tis well Captain, let me help you, you must be our leader - in this action. - - _La-p._ Tut, fear not, I'll warrant you if my Sword hold, we'll - make no sweating sickness of it. - - _Dub._ Why that's well said, but let's retire a little, that we may - come on the more bravely; this way, this way. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Montague in the hands of three Officers, and three - Creditors._ - - _1 Cre._ Officers look to him, and be sure you take good security - before he part from you. - - _Mont._ Why but my friends, you take a strange course with me; the - sums I owe you are rather forgetfulness, they are so slight, than - want of will or honesty to pay you. - - _1 Cred._ I Sir, it may be so; but we must be paid, and we will be - paid before you scape: we have wife and children, and a charge, and - you are going down the wind, as a man may say; and therefore it - behooves us to look to't in time. - - _2 Cred._ Your cloak here wou'd satisfie me, mine's not above a - three pound matter, besides the arrest. - - _3 Cred._ 'Faith and mine is much about that matter too; your - Girdle and Hangers, and your Beaver, shall be sufficient bail for't. - - _1 Cred._ If you have ever a plain black sute at home, this Silken - one, with your Silke-stockings, Garters, and Roses shall pacifie me - too; for I take no delight, if I have a sufficient pawn, to cast - any Gentleman in prison; therefore 'tis but an untrussing matter: - and you are free, we are no unreasonable creatures you see; for - mine own part, I protest I am loth to put you to any trouble for - security. - - _Mont._ Is there no more of you? he wou'd next demand my skin. - - _1 Cred._ No Sir, here's no more of us, nor do any of us demand - your skin, we know not what to do with it: but it may be if you - ow'd your Glover any money, he knew what use to make of it. - - _Mont._ Ye dregs of baseness, vultures amongst men, - That tyre upon the hearts of generous spirits. - - _1 Cred._ You do us wrong Sir, we tyre no generous spirits, we tyre - nothing but our hackneys. - - _Enter Mallicorne._ - - _Mont._ But here comes one made of another piece; - A man well meriting that free born name - Of Citizen; welcome my deliverer, I am falen - Into the hands of blood-hounds, that for a sum - Lesser than their honesties, which is nothing, - Wou'd tear me out of my skin. - - _Mal._ Why Sir, what's the matter? - - _1 Cre._ Why Sir the matter is, that we must have our money, which - if we cannot have, we'll satisfie our selves with his carcass, - and be payd that wayes: you had as good Sir, not have been so - peremptory. Officer, hold fast. - - _1 Offi._ The strenuous fist of vengeance now is clutcht; therefore - fear nothing. - - _Mal._ What may be the debt in gross? - - _Mont._ Some forty Crowns, nay rather not so much, 'tis quickly - cast. - - _Mal._ 'Tis strange to me, that your estate shou'd have so low an - ebb, to stick at such sleight sums: why my friends, you are too - strict in your accounts, and call too sudden on this Gentleman, he - has hopes left yet to pay you all. - - _1 Cred._ Hopes? I marry; bid him pay his friends with hopes, - and pay us with currant Coyn: I knew a gallant once that fed his - creditors still with hopes, and bid 'em they shou'd fear nothing, - for he had 'em tyed in a string; and trust me so he had indeed, for - at last he and all his hopes hopt in a halter. - - _Mont._ Good Sir, with what speed you may, free me out of the - company of these slaves, that have nothing but their names to show - 'em men. - - _Mal._ What wou'd you wish me do Sir? I protest I ha' not the - present sum (small as it is) to lay down for you; and for giving my - word, my friends no later than yesternight made me take bread and - eat it, that I shou'd not do it for any man breathing i'th' world; - therefore I pray hold me excused. - - _Mont._ You do not speak this seriously? - - _Mal._ As ever I said my prayers, I protest to you. - - _Mont._ What may I think of this? - - _Mal._ Troth Sir thought is free for any man; we abuse our betters - in it, I have done it my self. - - _Mont._ Trust me, this speech of yours doth much amaze me; pray - leave this language, and out of that same sum you lately did - receive of me, lay down as much as may discharge me. - - _Mal._ You are a merry man Sir, and I am glad you take your crosses - so temperately; fare you well Sir, and yet I have something more - to say to ye, a word in your ear I pray; to be plain with you I did - lay this plot to arrest you to enjoy this money I have of yours, - with the more safety. I am a fool to tel[l] you this now; but in - good faith I could not keep it in. And the money wou'd a done me - little good else. An honest Citizen cannot wholly enjoy his own - wife for you, they grow old before they have true use of them, - which is a lamentable thing, and truely much hardens the hearts of - us Citizens against you: I can say no more, but am heartily sorry - for your heaviness, and so I take my leave. [_Exit Mallycorne._ - - _1 Cred._ Officers take hold on him again, for Mounsier - _Mallycorne_ will do nothing for him I perceive. - - _Enter Duboys, Lapoope, and Laverdine._ - - _Dub._ Nay come my masters, leave dancing of the old measures, and - let's assault him bravely. - - _Lav._ By no means; for it goes against my stomach to kill a man in - an unjust quarrell. - - _La-p._ It must needs be a clog to a mans conscience all his life - time. - - _Lav._ It must indeed Captain: besides doe ye not see he has gotten - a guard of friends about him, as if he had some knowledge of our - purpose? - - _Dub._ Had he a guard of Devils, as I think them little better, my - Sword should doe the message that it came for. - - _Lav._ If you will be so desperate, the blood lie upon your own - neck, for we'll not meddle in't. - - _Duboys runs upon Montague, and strugling yields him his Sword; - the Officers draw, Laverdine and La-poope in the scuffling - retire, Montague chaseth them off the Stage, himself - wounded._ - - _Dub._ I am your friend and servant. - Struggle with me and take my Sword; - Noble Sir, make your way, you have slain an Officer. - - _Mont._ Some one of them has certainly - Requited me; for I doe lose much blood. - - _1 Offic._ Udsprecious, we have lost a brother, pursue the - Gentleman. - - _2 Offic._ I'll not meddle with him: you see what comes on't; - besides I know he will be hang'd ere he be taken. - - _1 Offic._ I tell thee yeoman he must be taken ere he be hanged; he - is hurt in the guts, run afore therefore and know how his wife will - rate his Sawsages a pound. - - _3 Offic._ Stay brother, I may live, for surely I find I'm but hurt - in the leg, a dangerous kick on the shin-bone. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter Madam Lamira, Madam le Orleans, Veramour._ - - _Lam._ You see Lady - What harmless sports ou[r] Countrey life affords; - And though you meet not here with City dainties, - Or Courtly entertainment, what you have - Is free and hearty. - - _L. Orl._ Madam, I find here - What is a stranger to the Court, content, - And receive curtesies done for themselves, - Without an expectation of return, - Which binds me to your service. - - _Lam._ Oh your love; - My homely house built more for use than shew - Observes the Golden mean equally distant - From glittering pomp, and sordid avarice; - For Maskes, we will observe the works of nature, - And in the place of visitation, read: - Our Physick shall be wholsome walks, our viands, - Nourishing, not provoking: for I find - Pleasures are tortures that leave stings behind. - - _L. Orl._ You have a great estate. - - _Lam._ A competency - Sufficient to maintain me and my rank, - Nor am I, I thank Heaven, so Courtly bred - As to imploy the utmost of my Rents - In paying Tailors for phantastick Robes; - Or rather than be second in the fashion, - Eat out my Officers and my Revenues - With grating usury; my back shall not - Be the base on which your soothing Citizen - Erects his Summer-houses; nor on th' other side - Will I be so penuriously wise, - As to make money (that's my slave) my Idoll, - Which yet to wrong, merits as much reproof, - As to abuse our servant. - - _L. Orl._ Yet with your pardon - I think you want the Crown of all contentment. - - _Lam._ In what good Madam? - - _L. Orl._ In a worthy husband. - - _Lam._ ---- It is strange the galley-slave should praise - His Oar, or stroaks; or you, that have made shipwrack - Of all delight upon this Rock, cal'd marriage, - Should sing _Encomions_ on't. - - _L. Orl._ Madam, though one fall - From his horse and break his neck, will you - Conclude from that it is unfit to ride? - Or must it follow, because _Orleans_ - My Lord's pleased to make his passionate triall - Of my suspected patience, that my brother, - (Were he not so, I might say, worthy _Amiens_) - Will imitate his ills, that cannot fancy - What's truely Noble in him? - - _Lam._ I must grant - There's as much worth in him as can be lookt for - From a young Lord, but not enough to make - Me change my golden liberty and consent - To be a servant to it, as wives are - To the Imperious humors of their Lords: - Me thinks I'm well, I rise and goe to bed - When I think fit, eat what my appetite - Desires without controle, my servants study - Is my contentment, and to make me merry - Their farthest ayms; my sleeps are enquired after, - My rising up saluted with respect: - Command and liberty now wait upon - My Virgin state; what would I more; change all, - And for a husband? no; these freedoms die, - In which they live with my Virginity; - 'Tis in their choice that's rich to be a wife, - But not being yoakt to chuse the single life. - - _Ver._ Madam. - - _Lam._ How like you the Countrey? - - _Ver._ I like the ayr of it well Madam, and the rather because, - as on _Irish_ Timber your Spider will not make his web, so for - ought I see yet your Cheater, Pander, and Informer being in their - dispositions too foggy for this piercing climate, shun it, and - chose rather to walk in mists in the City. - - _Lam._ Who did you serve first boy? - - _Ver._ A rich Merchants widow, and was by her preferred to a young - Court-Lady. - - _L. Orl._ And what difference found you in their service? - - _Ver._ Very much: for look how much my old City Madam gave to - her young visitants, so much my Lady received from her hoary - Court-servants. - - _Lam._ And what made you to leave her? - - _Ver._ My father (Madam) had a desire to have me a tall-man, took - me from thence. - - _Lam._ Well, I perceive you inherit the wag, from your father. - - _Ver._ Doves beget Doves; and Eagles, Eagles, Madam: A Citizen - here, tho left never so rich, seldome at the best proves a - Gentleman: the son of an Advocate, tho dub'd like his father, will - shew a relish of his descent, and the fathers thriving practice, - as I have heard: she that of a Chambermayd is metamorphosed into - a Madam, will yet remember how oft her daughter by her mother - ventured to lie upon the rushes before she could get in that which - makes many Ladyes. - - _L. Orl._ But what think you of your late Master? - - _Ver._ Oh Madam-- [_Sighs._ - - _Lam._ Why doe you sigh? you are sorry that you left him, - He made a wanton of you. - - _Ver._ Not for that: - Or if he did, for that my youth must love him. - Oh pardon me, if I say liberty - Is bondage, if compar'd with his kind service; - And but to have power now to speak his worth - To its desert; I should be well content - To be an old man when his praise were ended: - And yet, if at this instant you were pleased, - I should begin, the livery of age - Would take his lodging upon this head - Ere I should bring it to a period. - In brief he is a man (for [God] forbid - That I should ever live to say he was - Of such a shape as would make one beloved, - That never had good thought;) and to his body - He hath a mind of such a constant temper - In which virtues throng to have a room: - Yet 'gainst this noble Gentleman, this _Montague_, - For in that name I comprehend all goodness, - Wrong, and the wrested law, false witnesses, - And envy sent from hell, have rose in Armes, - And though not pierc'd, batter'd his honor'd shield. - What shall I say? I hope you will forgive me, - That if you were but pleas'd to love, - I know no _Juno_ worthy such a _Jove_. - - _Enter Charlot with a letter._ - - _Lam._ 'Tis well yet that I have the second place - In your affection: From whence? - - _Charl._ From the Lord _Amiens_, Madam. - - _Lam._ 'Tis wellcome, though it bear his usual language: - I thought so much, his love-suit speaks his health. - What's he that brought it? - - _Charl._ A Gentleman of good rank, it seems. - - _Lam._ Where is he? - - _Charl._ Receiving entertainment in your house - Sorting with his degree. - - _Lam._ 'Tis well. - - _Charl._ He waits your Ladyships pleasure. - - _Lam._ He shall not wait long: - I'll leave you for a while; nay stay you boy, - Attend the Lady. [_Exeunt Lam. Charl._ - - _Vir._ Would I might live once - To wait on my poor Master. - - _L. Orl._ That's a good boy: - This thankfulness looks lovely on thy forehead, - And in it, as a book, me thinks I read - Instructions for my self, that am his debtor, - And wou'd do much that I might be so happy - To repair that which to our grief is ruin'd. - - _Vir._ It were a work a King might glory in, - If he saw with my eyes: If you please Madam, - For sure to me you seem unapt to walk, - To sit, although the churlish Birds deny - To give us musick in this grove, where they - Are prodigall to others: I'll strain my voyce - For a sad Song, the place is safe and private. - - _L. Orl._ 'Twas my desire; begin good _Viramour_. - - _Musick, a Song, at the end of it enter Montague,_ - _fainting, his Sword drawn._ - - _L. Orl._ What's he _Viramour_? - - _Vir._ A goodly personage. - - _Mont._ Am I yet safe? or is my flight a dream? - My wounds and hunger tell me that I wake: - Whither have my fears born me? no matter where, - Who hath no place to goe to, cannot err: - What shall I do? cunning calamity! - That others gross wits uses to refine, - When I most need it duls the edg of mine. - - _L. Orl._ Is not this _Montagues_ voyce? - - _Vir._ My Masters? fie. - - _Mont._ What sound was that, 'pish, - Fear makes the wretch think every leaf oth' Jury: - What course to live, 'beg? better men have done it, - But in another kind: steal? _Alexander_ - Though stil'd a Conqueror, was a proud thief, - Though he rob'd with an Army; fie how idle - These meditations are: though thou art worse - Than sorrows tongue can speak thee, thou art still, - Or shouldst be, honest _Montague_. - - _L. Orl._ 'Tis too true. - - _Vir._ 'Tis he: what villains hands did this? oh that my flesh - Were Balm; in faith Sir, I would pluck it off - As readily as this; pray you accept - My will to do you service: I have heard - The Mouse once sav'd the Lyon in his need, - As the poor Scarab spild the Eagles seed. - - _L. Orl._ How do you? - - _Mont._ As a forsaken man. - - _L. Orl._ Do not say so, take comfort, - For your misfortunes have been kind in this, - To cast you on a hospitable shoar, - Where dwels a Lady-- - - _Vir._ She to whom, good Master, - You prefer'd me. - - _L. Orl._ In whose house, whatsoere - Your dangers are, I'll undertake your safety. - - _Mont._ I fear that I am pursued, and doubt that I, - In my defence have kild an Officer. - - _Vir._ Is that all? there's no law under the Sun - But will I hope confess, one drop of blood - Shed from this arme is recompence enough - Though you had cut the throats of all the Catchpoles - In _France_, nay in the world. - - _Mont._ I would be loth - To be a burthen, or feed like a drone - On the industrious labor of a Bee, - And baser far I hold it to owe for - The bread I eat, what's not in me to pay; - Then since my full fortunes are declin'd, - To their low ebb I'll fashion my high mind. - It was no shame to _Hecuba_, to serve - When Troy was fir'd: if't be in your power - To be a means to make her entertainment, - And far from that I was; but to supply - My want with habit fit for him that serves, - I shall owe much to you. - - _L. Orl._ Leave that care to me. - - _Vir._ Good Sir, lean on my shoulder; help good Madam: oh that I - were a horse for half an hour, that I might carry you home on my - back: I hope you w[i]ll love me still? - - _Mont._ Thou dost deserve it boy, that I should live - To be thus troublesome. - - _L. Orl._ Good Sir, 'tis none. - - _Vir._ Trouble? most willingly I would be chang'd - Like _Apuleius_, weare his Asses ears, - Provided I might still this burthen bear. - - _L. Orl._ 'Tis a kind boy. - - _Mont._ I find true proof of it. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Amiens, and Longeville, with a Paper._ - - _Ami._ You'll carry it. - - _Long._ As I live although my packet were like _Bellerophon's_, - what have you seen in me or my behavior since your favors so - plentifully showr'd upon my wants, that may beget distrust of my - p[er]formance? - - _Ami._ Nay, be not angry, if I entertained - But the least scruple of your love, or courage, - I would make choyce of one which my estate - Should do me right in this, nor can you blame me - If in a matter of such consequence - I am so importunate. - - _Long._ Good my Lord let me prevent your farther conjurations - To rayse my spirit, I know this is a challenge - To be delivered unto _Orlean[c]e_ hand, - And that my undertaking ends not there, - But I must be your second, and in that - Not alone search your enemy, measure weapons, - But stand in all your hazards, as our blouds - Ran in the self-same veins, in which if I - Better not your opinion, as a limb - That's putrifi'd and useless, cut me off, - And underneath the Gallows bury it. - - _Ami._ At full you understand me, and in this - Bind me, and what's mine to you and yours, - I will not so much wrong you as to add - One syllable more, let it suffice I leave - My honor to your guard: and in that prove, - You hold the first place in my heart and love. [_Ex. Ami._ - - _Long._ The first place in a Lords affection? very good; and how - long doth that last? perhaps the changing of some three shirts in - the Tennis-Court; well, it were very necessary that an order were - taken (if it were possible,) that younger brothers might have more - wit, or more money: for now, however the fool hath long been put - upon him that inherits, his revenue hath bought him a spunge, and - wip't off the imputation, and for the understanding of the younger, - let him get as much Rhetorick as he can, to grace his language. - - _Enter_ Dubois. - - They will see, he shall have gloss little enough to set out his - Bark; stand _Dubois_, look about, 's all safe? - - _Dub._ Approach not near me but with reverence Lawrel and - adorations, I have done more than deserves a hundred thanks. - - _Long._ How now, what's the matter? - - _Dub._ With this hand, only aided by this brain, - Without an _Orpheus_ Harp redeem'd from Hells - Three headed Porter, our _Euridice_. - - _Long._ Nay, prethee speak sence, this is like the stale bragart in - a Play. - - _Dub._ Then in plain Prose thus, and with as little action as - thou canst desire, the three headed Porter, were three unexorable - Catch-poles, out of whose jaws without the help of _Orpheus_ Harp, - bait or bribe; for those two strings make the Musick, that molifies - those flinty furies, I rescued our _Euridice_, I mean my old Master - _Montague_. - - _Long._ And is this all? a poor rescue; I thought thou hadst - revers'd the judgement for his overthrow in his sute, or wrought - upon his adversary _Orleance_, taken the shape of a Ghost, frighted - his mind into distraction, and for the appeasing of his conscience, - forc'd him to make restitution of _Montague's_ Lands, or such - like rescue; S'light I would have hired _Acrocheture_ for two - _Cardekues_, to have done so much with his whip. - - _Dub._ You wood Sir, and yet 'tis more than three on their - foot-cloaths durst do for a sworn Brother, in a Coach. - - _Long._ Besides, what proof's of it? for ought I know, this may be - a trick, I had rather have him a prisoner, where I might visit him, - and do him service, than not at all, or I know not where. - - _Dub._ Well Sir, the end will shew it, what's that, a challenge? - - _Long._ Yes, where's _Orleance_? though we fight in jest, he must - meet with _Amiens_ in earnest,--fall off, we are discovered; my - horse _garson_; ha! - - _Dub._ Were it not in a house, and in his presence, - To whom I owe all duty-- - - _Long._ What would it do? prate as it does? but be as far from - striking, as he that owes it _Orleance_. - - _Dub._ How? - - _Long._ I think thou art his Porter, - Set here to answer creditors, that his Lordship - Is not within, or takes the diet: I am sent, - And will grow here until I have an answer, - Not to demand a debt of money, but - To call him to a strict account for wrong - Done to the honors of a Gentleman, - Which nothing but his heart-bloud shall wash off. - - _Dub._ Shall I hear this? - - _Long._ And more, that if [I] may not - Have access to him, I will fix this here - To his disgrace and thine. - - _Dub._ And thy life with it. - - _Long._ Then have the copies of it pasted on posts, - Like Pamphlet Titles, that sue to be sold; - Have his disgrace talk for Tobacco-shops, - His picture baffled. - - _Dub._ All respect away, wer't in a Church-- [_draw both._ - - _Long._ This is the Book I pray with. - - _Enter Orleance._ - - _Orl._ Forbear upon your lives. - - _Long._ What are you rouz'd? I hope your Lordship can read (though - he stain not his birth with Scholar-ship) doth it not please you - now? if you are a right _Mounsieur_, muster up the rest of your - attendance, which is a Page, a Cook, a Pander, Coach-man, and - a Footman, in these days a great Lords train, pretending I am - unworthy to bring you a challenge, instead of answering it, have me - kick'd. - - _Dub._ If he does, thou deserv'st it. - - _Long._ I dare you all to touch me, I'll not stand still, - What answer? - - _Orl._ That thou hast done to _Amiens_ - The office of a faithful friend, which I - Would cherish in thee, were he not my foe, - How ever since on honourable terms - He calls me forth, say I will meet with him, - And by _Dubois_ e'r Sun-set make him know - The time and place, my swords length, and what ever - Scruple of circumstance he can expect. - - _Long._ This answer comes unlookt for, fare you well, - Finding your temper thus, wou'd I had said less. [_Exit._ - - _Orl._ Now comes thy love to the test. - - _Dub._ My Lord, 'twill hold, - And in all dangers prove it self true Gold. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Laverdine, La-poop, Malicorn, _servant_. - - _Ser._ I will acquaint my Lady with your coming. - Please you repose your selves here. - - _Mal._ There's a Tester, nay, now I am a wooer, I must be bountiful. - - _Ser._ If you would have two three-pences for it Sir, To give some - of your kindred as you ride, I'll see if I can get them; we use not - (tho servants) to take bribes. [_Ex._ - - _Lav._ Then thou art unfit to be in office, either in Court or City. - - _La-p._ Indeed, corruption is a Tree, whose branches are of - an unmeasurable length, they spread every where, and the dew, - that drops from thence, hath infected some chairs and stools of - authority. - - _Mal._ Ah Captain! lay not all the fault upon Officers, you know - you can shark, tho you be out of action, witness _Montague_. - - _Lav._ Hang him, he's safe enough; you had a hand in it too, and - have gained by him; but I wonder you Citizens, that keep so many - books, and take such strict accounts for every farthing due to you - from others, reserve not so much as a memorandum for the courtesies - you receive. - - _Mal._ Would you have a Citizen book those? thankfulness is a - thing, we are not sworn to in our Indentures: you may as well urge - conscience. - - _Lav._ Talk no more of such vanities, _Mountague_ is irrecoverably - sunk, I would we had twenty more to send after him; the Snake that - would be a Dragon, and have wings, must eat; and what implies that, - but this, that in this _Cannibal_ age, he that would have the sute - of wealth, must not care ---- whom he feeds on? and as I have - heard, no flesh battens better, then that of a profest friend; - and he that would mount to honor, must not make dainty to use the - head of his mother, back of his Father, or neck of his Brother, for - ladders to his preferment; for, but observe, and you shall find for - the most part, cunning villany sit at a Feast as principal guest, - and innocent honesty wait as a contemn'd servant with a trencher. - - _La-p._ The Ladies. - - _Enter_ Montague _bare-headed_, Lamira, _Lady_ - Orleance, Charlotte _a[n]d_ V[e]ramour. - - _Mont._ Do ye smell nothing? - - _Char._ Not I Sir. - - _Mont._ The carrion of knaves is very strong in my nostrils. - - _Lav._ We came to admire, and find Fame was a niggard, - Which we thought prodigal in our report - Before we saw you. - - _Lam._ Tush Sir, this Courtship's old. - - _La-p._ I'll fight for thee, sweet wench, - This is my tongue, and woes for me. - - _Lam._ Good man of War, - Hands off; if you take me, it must be by siege, - Not by an onset; and for your valour, I - Think that I have de[ser]ved few enemies, - And therefore need it not. - - _Mal._ Thou need'st nothing, sweet Lady, but an obsequious husband, - and where wilt thou find him, if not in the City? We are true - _Muscovites_ to our Wives, and are never better pleased, than when - they use us as slaves, bridle and Saddle us; Have me, thou shalt - command all my wealth as thine own, thou shalt sit like a Queen in - my Ware-house; And my Factors at the return with my ships, shall - pay thee tribute of all the rarities of the earth; thou shalt wear - gold, feed on delicates, the first Peascods, Strawberries, Grapes, - Cherries shall-- - - _Lam._ Be mine; I apprehend what you would say, - Those dainties which the City pays so dear for, - The Countrey yields for nothing, and as early; - And, credit me, your far-fet viands please not - My appetite better than those that are near hand. - Then for your promis'd service and subjection - To all my humors, when I am your wife, - Which [as] it seems, is frequent in the City, - I cannot find what pleasure they receive - In using their fond Husbands like their Maids; - But of this, more hereafter: I accept - Your proffer kindly, and yours; my house stands open - To entertain you, take your pleasure in it, - And ease after your journey. - - _La. Orl._ Do you note the boldness of the fellows? - - _Lam._ Alas Madam, a Virgin must in this be like a Lawyer, - And as he takes all Fees; she must hear all suitors; the - One for gain, the other for her mirth; stay with the - Gentlemen, we'll to the Orchards. - - [_Exeunt_ Lamira, _Lady_ Orleance, Vera. _and_ Charl. - - _La-p._ ---- What art thou? - - _Mont._ An honest man, though poor; - And look they like to monsters, are they so rare? - - _Lav._ Rose from the dead. - - _Mal._ Do you hear Monsieur _Serviture_, didst thou never hear of - one _Montague_, a prodigal gull, that lives about _Paris_? - - _Mont._ So Sir. - - _Lav._ One that after the loss of his main estate in a Lawsute, - bought an Office in the Court. - - _La-p._ And should have Letters of _Mart_, to have the _Spanish_ - treasure as it came from the _Indies_; were not thou and he twins? - put off thy Hat, let me see thy Fore-head. - - _Mont._ Though you take priviledge to use your tongue[s], - I pray you hold your fingers, - 'Twas your base cozenag[e] made me as I am: - And were you somewhere else, I would take off - This proud film from your eyes, that will not let you, - Know I am _Montague_. - - _Enter_ Lamira _behind the Arras_. - - _Lam._ I will observe this better. - - _Lav._ And art thou he? I will do thee grace; give me thy hand: I - am glad thou hast taken so good a course; serve God, and please thy - Mistriss; if I prove to be thy Master, as I am very like[l]y, I - will do for thee. - - _Mal._ Faith the fellow's well made for a Serving-man, and will no - doubt, carry a chine of Beef with a good grace. - - _La-p._ Prethee be careful of me in my chamber, I will remember - thee at my departure. - - _Mont._ All this I can endure under this roof, - And so much owe I her, whose now I am, - That no wrong shall incense me to molest, - Her quiet house, while you continue here, - I will not be ashamed to do you service - More than to her, because such is her pleasure. - But you that have broke thrice, and fourteen times - Compounded for two shillings in the pound, - Know I dare kick you in your shop; do you hear? - If ever I see _Paris_, though an Army - Of musty Murrions, rusty brown Bills and Clubs, - Stand for your guard--I have heard of your tricks, - And you that smell of Amber at my charge, - And triumph in your cheat; well, I may live - To meet thee, be it among a troop of such - That are upon the fair face of the Court - Like running Ulcers, and before thy whore - Trampel upon thee. - - _La-p._ This a language for a Livery? take heed, I am a Captain. - - _Mont._ A Coxcomb are you not? that thou and I, - To give proof, which of us dares most, were now - In midst of a rough Sea, upon a piece - Of a split Ship, where only one might ride, - - [Lamira _from the Arras_. - - I would--but foolish anger makes me talk - Like a Player. - - _Lam._ Indeed you act a part - Doth ill become you my servant; is this your duty? - - _Mont._ I crave your pardon, and will hereafter be more circumspect. - - _Lav._ Oh the power of a Womans tongue: it hath done more than we - three with our swords durst undertake; put a mad man to silence. - - _Lam._ Why sirrah, these are none of your comrades - To drink with in the Cellar; one of them - For ought you know, may live to be your Master. - - _La-p._ There's some comfort yet. - - _Lam._ Here's choice of three, a wealthy Merchant. - - _Mal._ Hem, she's taken, she hath spy'd my good Calf, - And many Ladies chuse their Husbands by that. - - _Lam._ A Courtier that's in grace, a valiant Captain, - And are these mates for you, away, begone. - - _Mont._ I humbly pray you will be pleased to pardon, - And to give satisfaction to you Madam, - (Although I break my heart) I will confess - That I have wrong'd them too, and make submission. - - _Lam._ No I'll spare that; go bid the Cook haste supper. [_Exit_ Mont. - - _La-p._ Oh brave Lady, thou art worthy to have servants, to be - commandress of a Family, that knowest how to use and govern it. - - _Lav._ You shall have many Mistresses that will so mistake, as to - take their Horse-keepers, and Footmen instead of their Husbands, - thou art none of those. - - _Mal._ But she that can make distinction of men, and knows when she - hath gallants, and fellows of rank and quality in her house-- - - _Lam._ Gallants indeed, if it be the Gallants fashion - To triumph in the miseries of a man, - Of which they are the cause: one that transcends - (In spight of all that fortune hath, or can be done) - A million of such things as you, my doors - Stand open to receive all such as wear - The shape of Gentlemen, and my gentl[i]er nature - (I might say weaker) weighs not the expence - Of entertainment; think you I'll forget yet - What's due unto my self? do not I know, - That you have dealt with poor _Montague_, but like - Needy Commanders, cheating Citizens, - And perjur'd Courtiers? I am much mov'd, else use not - To say so much, if you will bear your selves - As fits such, you would make me think you are, - You may stay; if not, the way lies before you. [_Exit._ - - _Mal._ What think you of this Captain? - - _La-p._ That this is a bawdy-house, with Pinacles and Turrets, in - which this disguised _Montague_ goes to Rut _gratis_, and that this - is a landed pandress, and makes her house a brothel for charity. - - _Mal._ Come, that's no miracle; but from whence derive you the - supposition? - - _Lav._ Observe but the circumstance; you all know that in the - height of _Mountagues_ prosperity, he did affect, and had his love - return'd by this Lady _Orleans_; since her divorcement, and his - decay of estate, it is known they have met, not so much as his boy - [is] wanting; and that this can be any thing else than a meer plot - for their night-work, is above my imagination to conceive. - - _Mal._ Nay, it carries probability, let us observe it better, but - yet with such caution, as our prying be not discovered; here's all - things to be had without cost, and therefore good staying here. - - _La-p._ Nay, that's true, I would we might wooe her twenty years, - like _Penelopes_ sutors; come _Laverdine_. - - [_Exeunt_ Malli. La Poop. - - _Lav._ I follow instantly, yonder he is. - - _Enter_ Viramor. - - The thought of this boy hath much cool'd my affection to his Lady, - and by all conjectures, this is a disguised whore; I will try if I - can search this Mine, Page-- - - _Ver._ Your pleasure, Sir? - - _Lav._ Thou art a pretty boy. - - _Ver._ And you a brave man: now I am out of your debt. - - _Lav._ Nay, prethee stay. - - _Ver._ I am in haste, Sir. - - _Lav._ By the faith of a Courtier. - - _Ver._ Take heed what you say, you have taken a strange oath. - - _Lav._ I have not seen a youth that hath pleased me better; I would - thou couldst li[k]e me, so far as to leave thy Lady and wait on me, - I would maintain thee in the bravest cloaths. - - _Ver._ Though you took them up on trust, or bought 'em at the - Brokers. - - _Lav._ Or any way: then thy imployments should be so neat and - cleanly, thou shouldst not touch a pair of pantables in a month, - and thy lodging-- - - _Ver._ Should be in a brothel. - - _Lav._ No, but in mine arms. - - _Ver._ That may be the circle of a Bawdy-house, or worse. - - _Lav._ I mean thou should'st lye with me. - - _Ver._ Lie with you? I had rather lye with my Ladies Monkey; - 'twas never a good world, since our French Lords learned of the - _Neapolitans_, to make their Pages their Bed-fellows, doth more - hurt to the Suburb Ladies, than twenty dead vacations; 'Tis supper - time, Sir. [_Exit_ Veram. - - _Lav._ I thought so, I know by that 'tis a woman, for because, - peradventure she hath made trial of the Monkey, she prefers him - before me, as one unknown; well, these are standing creatures, and - have strange desires; and men must use strange means to quenc[h] - strange fires. [_Exit._ - - - - -_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Montague _alone in mean habit_. - - _Mont._ Now _Montague_, who discerns thy spirit now? - Thy breeding, or thy bloud? here's a poor cloud - Eclipseth all thy splendor; who can read - In thy pale face, dead eye, or _lenten shute_, - The liberty thy ever-giving hand - Hath bought for others, manacling it self - In gyves of parchment indissoluble? - The greatest hearted man supplyed with means, - Nobility of birth and gentlest parts, - I thought the right hand of his Sovereign, - If virtue quit her seat in his high soul, - Glitters but like a Palace set on fire, - Whose glory whilst it shines, but ruins him, - And his bright show each hour to ashes tending - Shall at the last be rak'd up like a sparkle, - Unless mens lives and fortunes feed the flame. - Not for my own wants, though blame I my Stars, - But suffering others to cast love on me, - When I can neither take, nor thankful be. - My Ladies woman, fair and virtuous - Young as the present month, sollicites me - For love and marriage now being nothing worth-- - - _Enter_ Veramour. - - _Ver._ Oh! Master, I have sought you a long hour, - Good faith, I never joy'd out of your sight; - For Heavens sake, Sir, be merry, or else bear - The buffets of your fortunes with more scorn; - Do but begin to rail, teach me the way, - And I'll sit down, and help your anger forth: - I have known you wear a suit; full worth a Lordship, - Give to a man whose need ne'er frighted you - From calling of him friend, five hundred Crowns - E'er sleep had left your sences to consider - Your own important present uses; yet - Since I have seen you with a t[r]encher wait, - Void of all scorn, therefore I'll wait on you. - - _Mont._ Would [God] thou wert less honest. - - _Ver._ Would to [God] you were less worthy: I am ev'n w'e Sir. - - _Mon._ Is not thy Master strangely fall'n, when thou - Servest for no wages, but for charity? - Thou dost surcharge me with thy plenteous love: - The goodness of thy virtue shown to me, - More opens still my disability - To quit thy pains: credit me loving boy, - A free and honest nature may be opprest, - Tir'd with courtesies from a liberal spirit, - When they exceed his means of gratitude. - - _Ver._ But 'tis a due in him that to that end - Extends his love or duty. - - _Mont._ Little world - Of virtue, why dost love and follow me? - - _Ver._ I will follow you through all Countreys, - I'll run (fast as I can) by your horse side, - I'll hold your stirrop when you do alight, - And without grudging, wait till you return: - I'll quit offer'd means, and expose my self - To cold and hunger, still to be with you; - Fearless I'll travel through a wilderness, - And when you are weary, I will lay me down - That in my bosom you may rest your head, - Where whilst you sleep, I'll watch, that no wild beast - Shall hurt or trouble you: and thus we'll breed a story - To make every hearer weep, - When they disco[u]rse our fortunes and our loves. - - _Mont._ Oh what a scoff might men of women make, - If they did know this boy? but my desire - Is, that thou wouldest not (as thou usest still: - When like a servant, I 'mong servants sit) - Wait on my Trencher, fill my cups with Wine: - Why should'st thou do this boy? prethee consider, - I am not what I was. - - _Ver._ Curst be the day when I forget that _Montague_ was my Lord, - or not remember him my Master still. - - _Mont._ Rather curse me, with whom thy youth hath spent, - So many hours, and yet untaught to live - By any worldly quality. - - _Ver._ Indeed you never taught me how to handle Cards - To cheat and cozen men with oaths and lies: - Those are the worldly qualities to live: - Some of our scarlet Gallants teach their boys - These worldly qualities. - Since stumbling fortune then leaves virtue thus - Let me leave fortune, e'r be vicious. - - _Mon._ Oh lad, thy love will kill me. - - _Ver._ In truth, I think in conscience [I] shall dye for you: - Good Master weep not, do you want aught, Sir? - Will you have any money, here's some Silver; - And here's a little Gold, 'twill serve to play, - And put more troublesome thoughts out of your mind: - I pray Sir take it, I'll get more with singing. - And then I'll bring it you, my Lady ga't me, - And--it was not covetousness, - But I forgot to tell you sooner on't. - - _Mont._ Alas boy, thou art not bound to tell it me, - And less to give it, buy thee Scarfs and Garters, - And when I have money, I will give thee a sword: - Nature made thee a beauteous Cabinet - To lock up [all] the goodness of the earth. - - _Enter Charlote._ - - _Ver._ I have lost my voice with the very sight of this - Gentlewoman: good Sir steal away, you were wont to be a curious - avoider of womens company. - - _Mont._ Why boy, thou dar'st trust me any where, dar'st thou not? - - _Ver._ I had rather trust you by a roaring Lion, than a ravening - woman. - - _Mont._ Why boy? - - _Ver._ Why truly she devours more mans flesh-- - - _Mont._ I, but she roars not boy. - - _Ver._ No Sir, why she is never silent but when her mouth is full. - - _Charl._ Monsieur _Montague_. - - _Mont._ My sweet fellow, since you please to call me so. - - _Ver._ Ah my conscience, she wou'd be pleas'd well enough to call - you bed-fellow: oh Master, do not hold her by the hand so: a woman - is a Lime-bush, that catcheth all she toucheth. - - _Charl._ I do most dangerously suspect this boy to be a wench; art - thou not one? come hither, let me feel thee. - - _Ver._ With all my heart. - - _Charl._ Why dost thou pull off thy Glove? - - _Ver._ Why, to feel whether you be a boy, or no. - - _Charl._ Fie boy, go too. I'll not look your head, nor comb your - locks any more, if you talk thus. - - _Ver._ Why, I'll sing to you no more then. - - _Charl._ Fie upon't, how sad you are! a young Gentleman that was - the very Sun of _France_. - - _Mont._ But I am in the eclipse now. - - _Cha[r]l._ Suffer himself to be over-run with a Lethargy of - melancholy and discontent! rouze up thy spirit, man, and shake it - off: - - A Noble Soul is like a Ship at Sea, - That sleeps at Anchor when the Ocean's calm; - But when she rages, and the wind blows high, - He cuts his way with skill and Majesty. - I would turn a Fool, or Poet, or any thing, or marry, to - make you merry; prethee let's walk: good _Veramour_, leave - thy Master and me, I have earnest business with him. - - _Ver._ Pray do you leave my Master, and me: we were very merry - before you came, he does not covet womens company. - - What have you to do with him? come Sir will you go? - And I'll sing to you again: - - I'faith his mind is stronger than to credit Womens vows, and too - pure to be capable of their loves. - - _Charl._ The boy is jealo[u]s, sweet lad leave us: my Lady call'd - for you I swear: that's a good child, there's a piece of Gold for - thee, go buy a Feather. - - _Ver._ There's two pieces for you, do you go and buy one, or what - you will, or nothing, so you go. Nay then I see you would have me - go, Sir; why, I'faith I will, now I perceive you love her better - than you do me; but [God] bless you whatever you do, or intend, I - know you are a very honest man. [_Exit._ - - _Charl._ Still [shall] I wooe thee, whilst thy ears reply - I cannot, or I will not marry thee? - Why hast thou drawn the bloud out of my cheeks, - And given a quicker motion to my heart? - Oh thou hast bred a Feaver in my veins - Call'd love, which no Physitian can cure; - Have mercy on a Maid, whose simple youth-- - - _Mont._ How your example, fairest, teacheth me - A ceremonious Idolatry! [_Kneels._ - By all the joy of love, I love thee better, - Than I or any man can tell another; - And will express the mercy which thou crav'st, - I will forbear to marry thee: consider - Thou art Nature's heir in feature, and thy parents, - In fair Inheritances; rise with these thoughts, - And look on me; but with a womans eye, - A decaid fellow, void of means and spirit. - - _Charl._ Of spirit? - - _Mont._ Yes, could I tamely live, - Forget my Fathers bloud, wait, and make legs, - Stain my best breeches, with the servile drops - That fall from others draughts. - - _Charl._ This vizard wherewith thou wouldst hide thy spirit, - Is perspective, to shew it plainlier. - This undervalue of thy life, is but - Because I should not buy thee, what more speaks - Greatness of man, than valiant patience, - That shrinks not under his fates strongest strokes? - These _Roman_ deaths, as falling on a sword, - Opening of veins, with poison quenching thirst, - (Which we erroneously do stile the deeds - Of the heroick and magnanimous man) - Was dead-ey'd cowardize, and white-cheek'd fear, - Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under - Fortunes false Lottery, desperately run - To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, - That bearing all mischance, dares last it out; - Will you perform your word, and marry me, - When I shall call you to't? - - _Enter_ Longueville _with a riding-rod_. - - _Mont._ I'faith I will. - - _Charl._ Who's this alights here? - - _Long._ With leave, fair creature, are you the Lady Mistriss of the - house? - - _Charl._ Her servant, Sir. - - _Long._ I pray then favour me, to inform your Lady, and Duke - _Orleans_ wife, - - A business of import awaits 'em here, - And craves for speedy answer. - - _Charl._ Are you in post, Sir? - - _Long._ No, I am in Satin, Lady; I would you would be in post. - - _Charl._ I will return, Sweet. [_Exit._ - - _Long._ Honest friend, do you belong to the house? I pray be - covered. - - _Mont._ Yes Sir, I do. - - _Long._ Ha, dream'st thou _Longaville_? sure 'tis not he: Sir I - should know you. - - _Mont._ So should I you, but that I am asham'd. - But though thou know'st me, prethee _Longaville_, - Mock not my poverty, pray remember your self; - Shows it not strangely for thy cloaths to stand - Without a Hat to mine? mock me no more. - - _Long._ The ---- embroider me all over, Sir, - If ever I began to mock you yet. - The ---- on me, why should I wear Velvet - And Silver Lace? ---- I will tear it off. - - _Mont._ Why Mad-man? - - _Long._ Put on my Hat? yes, when I am hang'd I will: - ---- I could break my head. - For holding eyes that knew not you at first: - But time and fortune run your courses with him, - He'll laugh and storm you, when you shew most hate. - - _Enter_ Lamira, Orlean's _Lady_, Laverdine, La Poop, - Malycorn, Veramour, Charlot. - - _Lam._ You're a fair Mounsieur. - - _Long._ Do you mock me, Lady? - - _Lam._ Your business, Sir, I mean. - - _Lady._ Regard your self good Mounsieur _Longueville_. - - _Lam._ You are too negligent of your self and place, - Cover your head sweet Mounsieur. - - _Long._ Mistake me not fair Ladies, - 'Tis not to you, nor you, that I stand bare. - - _Lav._ Nay sweet dear Mounsieur, let it not be to us then. - - _La Poop._ ---- A compliment. - - _Mal._ And ---- of manners. - Pray hide your head, your gallants use to do't. - - _Long._ And you your foreheads, why you needful accessary rascals, - That cannot live without your mutual knaveries, - More than a Bawd, a Pandor, or a Whore - From one another; how dare you suspect - That I stand bare to you? what make you here? - Shift your house, Lady of 'em, for I know 'em, - They come to steal Napkins, and your Spoons; - Look to your Silver-bodkin, (Gentlewoman) - 'Tis a dead _Utensil_, and Page 'ware your pockets; - My reverence is unto this man, my Master, - Whom you, with protestations, and oaths - As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell, which would - Deceive the wisest man of honest nature, - Have cozen'd and abus'd; but I may meet you, - And beat you one with th' other. - - _Mont._ Peace, no more. - - _Long._ Not a word, Sir. - - _Lav._ I am something thick of hearing; what said he? - - _La poop._ I hear him, but regard him not. - - _Mal._ Nor I, I am never angry fasting. - - _Long._ My love keeps back my duty, noblest Lady; - If Husband or brother merit love from you, - Prevent their dangers, this hour brings to trial - Their hereto sleeping hates; by this time each - Within a yard is of the others heart, - And met to prove their causes and their spirits - With their impartial swords points; haste and save, - Or never meet them more, but at the grave. - - _Lady._ Oh my distracted heart, that my wrackt honor - Should for a Brothers, or a Husbands life, through thy undoing, die. - - _Lam. Amiens_ engag'd; if he miscarry all my hopes and joys, - I now confess it loudly, are undone: - Caroch, and haste, one minute may betray - A life more worth than all time can repay. - - [_Exeunt Ladies and_ Mont. - - _Mal._ Hump: Monsieur _Laverdine_ pursues this boy extreamly, - Captain, what will you do? - - _La p._ Any thing but follow to this Land-service; I am a - Sea-Captain you know, and to offer to part 'em, without we could - do't like Watermen with long staves, a quarter of a mile off, might - be dangerous. - - _Mal._ Why then let's retire and pray for 'em, I am resolv'd to - stop your intent; abus'd more than we have been we cannot be, - without they fall to flat beating on's. - - [_Exeunt_ Maly, La-poop. - - _Lav._ And that were unkindly done i'faith. - - _Ver._ But you are the trou[b]lesomest Ass that e'er I met with; - retire, you smell like a womans chamber, that's newly up, before - she have pinsht her vapours in with her cloaths. - - _Lav._ I will haunt thee like thy Grandames Ghost, thou shalt never - rest for me. - - _Ver._ Well, I perceive 'tis vain to conceal a secret from you: - believe it Sir, indeed I am a woman. - - _Lav._ Why la; I knew't, this Prophetical tongue of mine never - fail'd me; my mother was half a witch, never any thing that she - forespake, but came to pass: a woman? how happy am I! now we may - lawfully come together without fear of hanging; sweet wench, be - gracious, in honourable sort I woe, no otherwise. - - _Ver._ Faith, the truth is, I have loved you long. - - _Lav._ See, see. - - _Ver._ But durst not open it. - - _Lav._ ---- I think so. - - _Ver._ But briefly, when you bring it to the test, if there be not - one Gentleman in this house, will challenge more interest in me, - than you can, I am at your disposure. [_Exit._ - - _Lav._ Oh _Fortunatus_, I envy thee not - For Cap, or pouch, this day I'll prove my Fortune, - In which your Lady doth elect her Husband, - Who will [b]e _Amiens_, 'twill save my wedding dinner, - _Povera_, _La Poop_, and _Malicorn_: if all fail, - I will turn Citizen, a beauteous wife - Is the Horn-book to the richest Tradesmans life. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Duboys, Orleans, Longueville, Amiens, _two_ - _Lacques, a Page with two Pistols_. - - _Dub._ Here's a good even piece of ground my Lords: - Will you fix here? - - _Orl._ Yes, any where; Lacquey, take off my spurs; - Upon a bridge, a rail, but my swords breadth upon a battlement, - I'll fight this quarrel. - - _Dub._ O' the Ropes, my Lord. - - _Orl._ Upon a Line. - - _Dub._ So all our Countrey Duels are carried, like a firework on a - thred. - - _Orl._ Go now, stay with the horses, and, do you hear? - Upon your lives, till some of us come to you, - Dare not to look this way. - - _Dub._ Except you see strangers or others that by chance or purpose - are like to interrupt us. - - _Orl._ Then give warning. - - _Long._ Who takes a sword? the advantage is so small, - As he that doubts, hath the free leave to choose. - - _Orl._ Come, give me any, and search me; 'tis not - The ground, weapon, or seconds that can make - Odds in those fatal trials: but the cause. - - _Ami._ Most true, and, but it is no time to wish - When men are come to do, I would desire - The cause 'twixt us were other than it is; - But where the right is, there prevail our Swords. - And if my Sister have out-liv'd her honor, - I do not pray I may out-live her shame. - - _Orl._ Your Sister _Amiens_, is a whore, at once. - - _Ami._ You oft have spoke that sence to me before, - But never in th[i]s language _Orleance_; - And when you spoke it fair, and first, I told you - That it was possible you might be abus'd: - But now, since you forget your manners, you shall find, - If I transgress my custom, you do lye, - And are a villain, which I had rather yet - My sword had prov'd, than I been forc'd to speak: - Nay, give us leave, and since you stand so haughtily - And highly on your cause, let you and I, - Without engaging these two Gentlemen, singly determine it. - - _Long._ My Lord, you'll pardon us. - - _Dub._ I trust your Lordships may not do us that affront. - - _Ami._ As how? - - _Dub._ We kiss your Lordships hand, and come to serve you here with - swords. - - _Long._ My Lord, we understand our selves. - - _Dub._ We have had the honor to be call'd unto the business, and we - must not now quit it on terms. - - _Ami._ Not terms of reason? - - _Long._ No, no [r]eason for the quitting of our calling. - - _Dub._ True, if I be call'd to't I must ask no reason. - - _Long._ Nor hear none neither, which is less: - It is a favour, if my throat be cut, - Your Lordship does me; which I never can, - - [_A noise-within, crying down with your swords._ - - Nor must have hope how to requite: what noise? - What cry is that my Lord upon your guard? - So[me] treachery is a foot. - - _Enter Lady_ Orleans, Lamira, Montague. - - _Lady._ Oh here they are: - My Lord (dear Lady help me) help me all; - I have so woful interest in both, - I know not which to fear for most: and yet - I must prefer my Lord. Dear brother, - You are too understanding, and too noble - To be offended, when I know my duty, - Though scarce my tears will let me so to do it. - - _Orl._ Out loathed strumpet. - - _Lady._ Oh my dearest Lord, - If words could on me cast the name of whore, - I then were worthy to be loath'd; but know, - Your unkindness cannot make me wicked; - And therefore should less use that power upon me. - - _Orl._ Was this your Art to make these Actors come, - To make this interlude? withdraw, cold man, - And if thy spirit be not frozen up, - Give me one stroke yet at thee for my vengeance. - - _Ami._ Thou shalt have strokes, and strokes, thou glorious man, - Till thou breath'st thinner air than that thou talkest. - - _Lam._ My Lord, Count _Amiens_. - - _Lady._ Princely Husband. - - _Orl._ Whore. - - [_Lam._] You wrong her impudent Lord; oh that I had the bulk - Of those dull men; look how they stand, and no man - Will revenge an innocent Lady. - - _Ami._ You hinder it Madam. - - _Lam._ I would hinder you; is there none else to kill him? - - _Lady._ Kill him, Madam? have you learn'd that bad language? oh repent, - And be the motive, rather both kill me. - - _Orl._ Then d[i]e my infamy. - - _Mont._ Hold bloody man. - - _Orl._ Art thou there Basilisk? - - _Mont._ To strike thee dead, but that thy fate deserves some - weightier hand. - - _Dub._ Sweet my Lord. - - _Orl._ Oh here's a plot; you bring your champions with you; the - adultress with the adulterer: Out howling-- - - _Dub._ Good my Lord. - - _Orl._ Are you her Graces countenancer, Lady, the receiver to the - poor vicious couple. - - _Dub._ Sweet my Lord. - - _Orl._ Sweet rascal, didst not tho[u] tell me, false fellow, - This _Montague_ here was murdered? - - _Dub._ I did so; but he was falser, and a worthless Lord, - Like thy foul self that would have had it so. - - _Long. Orleance_ 'tis true, and shall be prov'd upon thee. - - _Mont._ Thy malice Duke, and this thy wicked nature, are all as - visible as thou; but I born to contemn thy injuries, do know, that - though thy greatness may corrupt a Jury, and make a Judge afraid, - and carry out a world of evils with thy Title: yet thou art not - quiet at home, thou bearest about thee that, that doth charge thee, - and condemn thee too. The thing that grieves me more, and doth - indeed displease me, is, to think that so much baseness stands here - to have encountred so much honor: Pardon me my Lord, what late my - passion spake, when you provok'd my innocence. - - _Orl._ Yes, do, oh! flattery becomes him better than the suit he - wears; give him a new one, _Amiens_. - - _Ami. Orleance_, 'tis here no time nor place, to jest or rail - Poorly with you, but I will find a time to - Whisper you forth to this, or some fit place, - As shall not hold a second interruption. - - _Mont._ I hope your Lordships honor, and your life - Are destined unto higher hazards; this is of - A meaner arm. - - _Dub._ Yes faith, or none. - - _Long._ He is not fit to fall by an honest Sword, - A Prince and lye! - - _Dub._ And slander, and hire men - To publish the false rumours he hath made. - - _Long._ And stick 'em on his friends, and innocents. - - _Dub._ And practice against their lives after their fames. - - _Long._ In men that are the matter of all lewdness, - Bawds, Thieves, and Cheaters, it were monstrous. - - _Dub._ But in a man of bloud, how more conspicuous! - - _Ami._ Can this be? - - _Lady._ They do slander him. - - _Orl._ Hang them, a pair of railing hangbies. - - _Long._ How? stand _Orleance_; stay, give me my Pistols boy, - Hinder me not, by---- - I will kill him. - - _Lady._ Oh, stay his fury. - - _Ami. Longueville_, my friend. - - _Long._ Not for my self, my Lord, but for mankind, - And all that have an interest to virtue, - Or title unto innocence. - - _Ami._ Why hear me. - - _Long._ For justice sake. - - _Ami._ That cannot be. - - _Long._ To punish his wives, your honor, and my Lords wrongs here, - whom I must ever call so; for your loves I'll swear I'll sacrifice-- - - _Ami. Longueville_, I did not think you a murtherer before. - - _Long._ I care not what you thought me. - - _Ami._ By ---- If thou attempt - His life, thy own is forfeit. - - _Mont._ Foolish frantick man, the murder will be of us, not him. - - _Lady._ Oh [God]! - - _Mont._ We could have kill'd him, but we would not take - The justice out of fates.-- - Sindge but a hair of him, thou diest. - - _Long._ No matter, shoot. - - _Ami._ Villain. - - _Dub._ My Lord, your Sister is slain. - - _Ami. Biancha?_ - - _Mont._ Oh hapless, and most wretched chance. - - _Lam._ Standst thou looking upon the mischief thou hast made? - Thou godless man, feeding thy blood-shot eyes - With the red spectacle, and art not turn'd to stone - With horror? Hence, and take the wings of thy black - Infamy, to carry thee beyond the shoot of looks, - Or sound of curses, which will pursue thee still: - Thou hast out-fled all but thy guilt. - - _Orl._ Oh wish it off again, for I am crack'd - Under the burden, and my heart will break. - How heavy guilt is, when men come to feel - If you could know the mountain I sustain - With horror, you would each take off your part, - And more, to ease me: I cannot stand, - Forgive where I have wrong'd, I pray. - - _Ami._ Look to him _Montague_. - - _Long._ My Lords and Gentlemen, the Lady is well, but for fear, - Unless that have shot her; - I have the worst on't, that needs would venture - Upon a trick had like to ha' cost my guts: - Look to her, she'll be well, it was but Powder - I charg'd with, thinking that a guilty man - Would have been frighted sooner; but I'm glad - He's come at last. - - _La[m]._ How is _Byancha_? well? - - _Ami._ Lives she? see Sister, doth she breathe? - - _Lady._ Oh Gentlemen, think you I can breathe, - That am restored to the hateful sense - Of feeling in me my dear husbands death? - Oh no, I live not; life was that I left; - And what you have call'd me to, is death indeed: - I cannot weep so fast as he doth bleed. - - _Dub._ Pardon me, Madam, he is well. - - _Lady._ Ha my Husband. - - _Orl._ I cannot speak whether my joy or shame - Be greater, but I thank the Heavens for both. - Oh look not black upon me, all my friends, - To whom I will be reconcil'd, or grow unto - This earth, till I have wept a trench - That shall be great enough to be my grave, - And I will think them too most manly tears, - If they do move your pities: it is true, - Man should do nothing that he should repent; - But if he have, and say that he is sorry, - It is a worse fault, if he be not truly. - - _Lam._ My Lord, such sorrow cannot be suspected: - Here take your honoured wife, and joyn your hands. - ----She hath married you again: - And Gentlemen, I do invite you all, - This night to take my house, where on the morrow, - To heighten more the reconciling feast, - I'll make my self a Husband and a guest. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -_Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima._ - - - _Enter_ Montague, _and_ Charlotte. - - _Charl._ Well now I am sure you are mine. - - _Mont._ I am sure I am glad - I have one to own then; you'll find me honest - As these days go, enough; poor without question, - Which beggars hold a virtue; give me meat, and I - Shall do my work, else knock my shooes off, - And turn me out again. - - _Char._ You are a merry fellow. - - _Mont._ I have no great cause. - - _Char._ Yes, thy love to me. - - _Mont._ That's as we make our game. - - _Char._ Why, you repent then? - - _Mont._ Faith no worse than I am I cannot be; - Much better I expect not: I shall love you, - And when you bid me go to bed, obey, - Lie still or move, as you shall minister; - Keep a four-Nobles Nag, and a _Jack_ - _Merling_, learn to love Ale, and play at Two-hand _Irish_, - And there's then all I aim at. - - _Char._ Nay sweet fellow, I'll make it something better. - - _Mont._ If you do, you'll make me worse: - Now I am poor, and willing to do well, - Hold me in that course; of all the Kings creatures, - I hate his coin, keep me from that, and save me; - For if you chance out of your housewivery - To leave a hundred pound or two, bestow it - In Plumb-broth e'r I know it, else I take it; - Seek out a hundred men that want this money, - Share it among 'em, they'll cry noble _Montague_, - And so I stand again at livery. - - _Char._ You have pretty fancies, Sir, but married once, - This charity will fall home to your self. - - _Mont._ I would it would, I am afraid my looseness - Is yet scarce stopt, though it have nought to work on - But the meer air of what I have had. - - _Char._ Pretty. - - _Mont._ I wonder sweet heart why you'll marry me, - I can see nothing in my self deserves it, - Unless the handsome wearing of a band, - For that's my stock now, or a pair of garters; - Necessity will not let me loose. - - _Char._ I see Sir, a great deal more, a handsome man, a Husband, - To make a right good woman truly happy. - - _Mont._ Lord, where are my eyes, either you are foolish - As wenches once a year are, or far worse, - Extreamly virtuous, can you love a poor man - That relies on cold meat, and cast stockings, - One only suit to his back, which now is mewing? - But what will be the next coat will pose _Tristram_. - If I should leavy from my friends a fortune: - I could not raise ten groats to pay the Priest now. - - _Char._ I'll do that duty; 'tis not means nor money - Makes me pursue your love; were your mind bankrupt, - I would never love you. - - _Enter_ Lamira. - - _Mont._ Peace wench, here's my Lady. - - _Lam._ Nay, never shrink i'th' wetting, for my presence; - D'ye find her willing _Montague_? - - _Mont._ Willing Madam? - - _Lam._ How dainty you make of it, do not I know - You two love one another? - - _Mont._ Certain Madam, I think ye'ave revelations of these matters: - Your Ladyship cannot tell me when I kist her. - - _Lam._ But she can, Sir. - - _Mont._ But she will not Madam; - For when they talk once, 'tis like Fairy-Money, - They get no more close kisses. - - _Lam._ Thou art wanton. - - _Mont._ [God] knows I need not, yet I would be lusty: - But ---- my Provender scarce pricks me. - - _Lam._ It shall be mended _Montague_, I am glad you are - grown so merry. - - _Mont._ So am I too Madam. - - _Lam._ You two will make a pretty handsome Consort. - - _Mont._ Yes Madam, if my Fiddle fail me not. - - _Lam._ Your Fiddle? why your Fiddle? I warrant thou - meanest madly: - - _Mont._ Can you blame me? alas I am in love. - - _Char._ 'Tis very well, Sir. - - _Lam._ How long have you been thus? - - _Mont._ How thus in love? - - _Lam._ You are very quick, Sir: no, I mean thus pleasant. - - _Mont._ --Ever since I was poor. - - _Lam._ A little wealth would change you then? - - _Mont._ Yes Lady, into another suit, but never more - Into another man: I'll bar that mainly, - The wealth I get hence-forward shall be charm'd - For ever hurting me, I'll spend it fasting: - As I live noble Lady, there is nothing - I have found directly, cures the melancholy, - But want and wedlock; when I had store of money, - I simper'd sometime, and spoke wondrous wise, - But never laught out-right; now I am empty, - My heart sounds like a Bell, and strikes at both sides. - - _Lam._ You are finely temper'd, _Montague_. - - _Mont._ Pardon Lady, if any way my free mirth have offended, - 'Twas meant to please you: if it prove too saucy, - Give it a frown, and I am ever silenc'd. - - _Lam._ I like it passing well; pray follow it: - This is my day of choice, and shall be yours too, - 'Twere pity to delay ye: call to the Steward, - And tell him 'tis my pleasure he should give you - Five hundred Crowns: make your self handsome _Montague_, - Let none wear better cloaths, 'tis for my credit; - But pray be merry still. - - _Mont._ If I be not, and make a fool of twice as many hundreds, - Clap me in Canvas, Lady. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ La-poop, Laverdine, _and_ Malycorne. - - _Lav._ I am strangely glad, I have found the mystery - Of this disguised boy out: I ever trusted - It was a woman; and how happily - I have found it so; and for my self, I am sure, - One that would offer me a thousand pound now - (And that's a pretty sum to make one stagger) - In ready Gold for this concealment, could not - Buy my hope of her, she's a dainty wench, - And such a one I find I want extreamly, - To bring me into credit: beauty does it. - - _Mal._ Say we should all meach here, and stay the Feast, now, what - can the worst be? we have plaid the knaves, that's without question. - - _La-p._ True, and as I take it, this is the first truth - We told these ten years, and for any thing - I know, may be the last: but grant we are knaves, - Both base and beastly knaves-- - - _Mal._ Say so then. - - _Lav._ Well. - - _La-p._ And likewise let it be considered, we have wrong'd, - And most maliciously, this Gentlewoman - We cast to stay with, what must we expect now? - - _Mal._ I, there's the point, we would expect good eating. - - _La-p._ I know we would, but we may find good beating. - - _Lav._ You say true Gentlemen, and by---- - Though I love meat as well as any man, - I care not what he be, if a eat a Gods name; - Such a crab-sauce to my meat will turn my pallate. - - _Mal._ There's all the hazard, for the frozen _Montague_ - Has now got spring again, and warmth in him, - And without doubt, dares beat us terribly. - For not to mint the matter, we are cowards, - And have, and shall be beaten, when men please - To call us into cudgeling. - - _La-p._ I feel we are very prone that way. - - _Lav._ The sons of _Adam_. - - _La-p._ Now, here then rests the state o'th' question; - Whether we yield our bodies for a dinner - To a sound dog-whip, for I promise ye, - If men be given to correction, - We can expect no less; or quietly - Take a hard Egg or two, and ten mile hence - Bait in a ditch, this we may do securely; - For, to stay hereabout will be all one, - If once our moral mischiefs come in memory. - - _Mal._ But pray ye hear me, is not this the day - The Virgin Lady doth elect her Husband? - - _Lav._ The dinner is to that end. - - _Mal._ Very well then, say we all stay, and say we all scape this - whipping, and be well entertained, and one of us carry the Lady. - - _La-p._ 'Tis a seemly saying, I must confess, but if we stay, how fitly - We may apply it to our selves (i'th' end) - Will ask a _Christian_ fear; I cannot see, - If I say true, what special ornaments - Of Art or Nature, (lay aside our lying - Whoring and drinking, which are no great virtues) - We are endued withal, to win this Lady. - - _Mal._ Yet Women go not by the best parts ever; that I have found - directly. - - _Lav._ Why should we fear then? they choose men - As they feed; sometimes they settle - Upon a White broth'd face, a sweet smooth gallant, - And him they make an end of in a night; - Sometimes a Goose, sometimes a grosser meat, - A rump of Beef will serve 'em at some season, - And fill their bellies too, though without doubt - They are great devourers: Stock-fish is a dish, - If it be well drest, for the tuffness sake - Will make the proud'st of 'em long and leap for't. - They'll run mad for a Pudding, e'r they'll starve. - - _La-p._ For my own part I care not, come what can come, - If I be whipt, why so be it; if cudgell'd, - I hope I shall out-live it, I am sure - 'Tis not the hundredth time I have been serv'd so, - And yet I thank [God] I am here. - - _Mal._ Here's resolution. - - _La-p._ A little patience, and a rotten Apple - Cures twenty worse diseases; what say you, Sir? - - _Lav._ Marry I say Sir, if I had been acquainted - With lamming in my youth, as you have been - With whipping, and such benefits of nature, - I should do better: as I am, I'll venture, - And if it be my luck to have the Lady, - I'll use my fortune modestly; if beaten, - You shall not hear a word, one I am sure of, - And if the worst fall, she shall be my Physick. - Lets go then, and a merry wind be with us. - - _Mal._ Captain, your shooes are old, pray put 'em off, - And let one fling 'em after us; be bold, Sirs, - And howsoever our fortune falls, lets bear - An equal burden; if there be an odd lash, - We'll part it afterwards. - - _La-p_. I am arm'd at all points. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter four serving in a Banquet._ - - _1._ Then my Lady will have a bedfellow to night. - - _2._ So she says; Heaven! what a dainty arm-full shall he enjoy, - that has the launching of her, what a fight she'll make. - - _3._ I marry boys, there will be sport indeed, there will be - grapling, she has a murderer lies in her prow, I am afraid will - fright his main Mast, _Robin_. - - _4._ Who dost thou think shall have her of thy conscience, thou art - a wise man? - - _3._ If she go the old way, the way of lot, the longest cut sweeps - all without question. - - _1._ She has lost a friend of me else; what think ye of the - Courtier? - - _2._ Hang him Hedge-hog: h'as nothing in him but a piece of - _Euphues_, and twenty dozen of twelvepenny ribond, all about him, - he is but one _Pedlers_ shop of Gloves and Garters, pick-teeth and - pomander. - - _3._ The Courtier, marry God bless her _Steven_, she is not mad - yet, she knows that trindle-tail too well, he's crestfall'n, and - pin-buttock't, with leaping Landresses. - - _4._ The Merchant, sure she will not be so base to have him. - - _1._ I hope so _Robin_, he'll sell us all to the Moors to make - Mummy; nor the Captain. - - _4._ Who _Potgun_? that's a sweet youth indeed, will he stay, think - ye? - - _3._ Yes, without question, and have halfe din'd too, e'r the Grace - be done; he's good for nothing in the world but eating, lying and - sleeping; what other men devour in drink, he takes in potage, they - say h'as been at Sea, a Herring-fishing, for without doubt he dares - not hale an Eel-boat i'th' way of War. - - _2._ I think so, they would beat him off with Butter. - - _3._ When he brings in a prize, unless it be Cockles, or _Callis_ - sand to scour with, I'll renounce my Five Mark a year, and all - the hidden Art I have in carving, to teach young Birds to whistle - _Walsingham_; leave him to the Lime-Boats; now, what think you of - the brave _Amiens_? - - _1._ That's a thought indeed. - - _2._ I marry, there's a person fit to feed upon a dish so dainty, - and he'll do't I warrant him i'th' nick boys, has a body world - without end. - - _4._ And such a one my Lady will make no little of; but is not - _Montague_ married to day? - - _3._ Yes faith, honest _Montague_ must have his bout too. - - _2._ He's as good a lad as ever turn'd a trencher; must we leave - him? - - _3._ He's too good for us, _Steven_, I'll give him health to his - good luck to night i'th' old Beaker, and it shall be Sack too. - - _4._ I must have a Garter; and boys I have bespoke a Posset, some - body shall give me thanks fort, 'tas a few toys in't will rase - commotions in a bed, lad. - - _1._ Away; my Lady. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Orleance _and his Lady, arm in arm_, Amiens, Lamira, - Charlotte, _like a Bride_, Montague _brave_, Laverdine, - Longaville, Dubois, Mallycorn, La-poop. - - _Lam._ Seat your selves noble Lords and Gentlemen, - You know your places; many royal welcomes - I give your Grace; how lovely shews this change! - My house is honor'd in this reconcilement. - - _Orl._ Thus Madam must you do, my Lady now shall see - You made a Woman; - And give you some short lessons for your voyage. - Take her instructions Lady, she knows much. - - _Lam._ This becomes you, Sir. - - _L[a]._ My Lord must have his Will. - - _Orl._ 'Tis all I can do now, sweet-heart, fair Lady; - This to your happy choice, brother _Amiens_, - You are the man I mean it to. - - _Ami._ I'll pledge you. - - _Orl._ And with my heart. - - _Ami._ With all my love I take it. - - _Lam._ Noble Lords, I am proud ye have done this day, so much - content, and me such estimation, that this hour (In this poor - house) shall be a league for ever, For so I know ye mean it. - - _Ami._ I do Lady. - - _Orl._ And I my Lord. - - _Omnes._ Y'ave done a work of honor. - - _Ami._ Give me the Cup, where this health stops, let - That man be either very sick, or very simple; - Or I am very angry; Sir, to you; - Madam, methinks this Gentleman might sit too; - He would become the best on's. - - _Orl._ Pray sit down, Sir, I know the Lady of the Feast expects not - this day so much old custom. - - _Ami._ Sit down _Montague_; nay, never blush for the matter. - - _Mont._ Noble Madam, I have t[w]o reasons [a]gainst it, and I dare - not; duty to you first, as you are my Lady, and I your poorest - servant; next the custom of this days ceremony. - - _Lam._ As you are my servant, I may command you then. - - _Mont._ To my life, Lady. - - _Lam._ Sit down, and here, I'll have it so. - - _Ami._ Sit down man, never refuse so fair a Ladies offer. - - _Mont._ It is your pleasure, Madam, not my pride, - And I obey; I'll pledge ye now my Lord, Monsieur _Longaville_. - - _Long._ I thank you, Sir. - - _Mont._ This to my Lady, and her fair choice to day, and happiness. - - _Lon._ 'Tis a fair health, I'll pledge you though I sink for't. - - _Lam. Montague_ you are too modest; come, I'll add a little more - wine t'yee, 'twill make you merry, this to the good I wish.---- - - _Mont._ Honour'd Lady, I shall forget my self with this great - bounty. - - _Lam._ You shall not Sir, give him some Vine. - - _Ami._ By Heaven you are a worthy woman, and that - Man is blest can come near such a Lady. - - _Lami._ Such a blessing wet weather washes. - - _Mont._ At all, I will not go a lip less, my Lord. - - _Orl._ 'Tis well cast, Sir. - - _Mal._ If _Montague_ get more Wine, we are all like to hear on't. - - _Lav._ I do not like that sitting there. - - _Mal._ Nor I, methinks he looks lik[e] a Judge. - - _La-p._ Now have I a kind of grudging of a beating on me, I fear my - hot fit: - - _Mal._ Drink apace, there's nothing allays a cudgel like it. - - _Lami. Montague_, now I'll put my choice to you; who do you hold - in all this honor'd company a Husband fit to enjoy thy Lady? speak - directly. - - _Mont._ Shall I speak, Madam? - - _Lami. Montague_ you shall. - - _Mont._ Then as I have a soul, I'll speak my conscience, - Give me more Wine, in _vino veritas_, - Here's to my self, and _Montague_ have a care. - - _Lami._ Speak to th' cause. - - _Mont._ Yes Madam, first I'll begin to thee. - - _Lav._ Have at us. - - _La-p._ Now for a Psalm of mercy. - - _Mont._ You good Monsieur, you that belye the noble name of - Courtier, and think your claim good here, hold up your hand; your - Worship is endited here, for a vain glorious fool. - - _Lav._ Good, oh Sir. - - _Mont._ For one whose wit - Lies in a ten pound wastcoat; yet not warm; - Ye have travell'd like a Fidler to make faces, - And brought home nothing but a case of tooth-picks. - You would be married, and no less than Ladies, - And of the best sort can serve you; thou Silk-worm, - What hast thou in thee to deserve this woman? - Name but the poorest piece of man, good manners, - There's nothing sound about thee, faith, th'ast none, - It lies pawn'd at thy Silk-man's, for so much Lace; - Thy credit with his wife cannot redeem it, - Thy cloaths are all the soul thou hast, for so - Thou sav'st them handsome for the next great tilting, - Let who will take the t'other, thou wert never christen'd - (Upon my conscience) but in Barbers water; - Thou art never out o'th' Bason, thou art rotten, - And if thou dar'st tell truth, thou wilt confess it; - ---- Thy skin - Looks of a Chesnut colour, greaz'd with Amber, - All women that on earth do dwell, thou lov'st, - Yet none that understand love thee again, - But those that love the Spittle; get thee home - Poor painted Butter-flie, th[y] Summers past; - Go sweat, and eat dry Mutton, thou may'st live - To do so well yet; a bruis'd Chamber-Maid - May fall upon thee, and advance thy follies. - You have your sentence; now it follows Captain, - I treat of you. - - _La-p._ Pray [God] I may deserve it. - - _Orl._ Beshrew my heart, he speaks plain. - - _Ami._ That's plain dealing. - - _Mont._ You are a rascal Captain. - - _La-p._ A fine Calling. - - _Mont._ A Water-coward. - - _Ami._ He would make a pretty stuff. - - _Mont._ May I speak freely, Madam? - - _Lami._ Here's none ties you. - - _Mont._ Why shouldst thou dare come hither with a thought - To find a wife here fit for thee? are all - Thy single money whores that fed on Carrots, - And fill'd the high Grass with familiars - Fall'n off to Footmen; prethee tell me truly, - For now I know thou dar'st not lie, couldst thou not - Wish thy self beaten well with all thy heart now, - And out of pain? say that I broke a rib, - Or cut thy nose off, wer't not merciful for this ambition? - - _La-p._ Do your pleasure, Sir, beggars must not be choosers. - - _Orl._ He longs for beating. - - _Mont._ But that I have nobler thoughts possess my soul, - Than such brown Bisket, such a piece of Dog-fish, - Such a most maungy Mackril eater as thou art, - That dares do nothing that belongs to th' Sea, - But spue, and catch Rats, and fear men of War, - Though thou hast nothing in the world to loose - Aboord thee, but one piece of Beef, one Musket - Without a cock for peace sake, and a Pitch-barrel, - I'll tell thee, if my time were not more pretious - Than thus to loose it, I would rattle thee, - It may be beat thee, and thy pure fellow, - The Merchant there of Catskins, till my words, - Or blows, or both, made ye two branded wretches - To all the world hereafter; you would fain to - Venture your Bils of lading for this Lady; - What would you give now for her? some five frayl - Of rotten Figs, good Godson, would you not, Sir? - Or a Parrot that speaks _High Dutch_? can all thou ever saw'st - Of thine own fraughts from Sea, or cosenage - (At which thou art as expert as the Devil) - Nay, sell thy soul for wealth to, as thou wilt do, - Forfeit thy friends, and raise a mint of Money, - Make thee dream all these double, could procure - A kiss from this good Lady? canst thou hope - She would lye with such a nook of Hell as thou art, - And hatch young Merchant-furies? oh ye dog-bolts! - That fear no [God] but _Dunkirk_, I shall see you - Serve in a lowsy Lime-boat, e'r I dye, - For mouldy Cheese and Butter, _Billingsgate_ - Would not endure, or bring in rotten Pippins - To cure blew eyes, and swear they came from _China_. - - _Lami._ Vex 'em no more, alas they shake: - - _Mont._ Down quickly on your marrow-bones, and thank this Lady. - I would not leave you thus else, there are blankets, - And such delights for such knaves; but fear still; - 'Twill be revenge enough to keep you waking. - Ye have no mind of marriage, ha' ye? - - _La-p._ Surely no great mind now. - - _Mont._ Nor you. - - _Mal._ Nor I, I take it. - - _Mont._ Two eager suitors. - - _L[a]v._ Troth 'tis wondrous hot, [God] bless us from him. - - _Lami._ You have told me _Montag[u]e_ - Who are not fit to have me, let me know - The man you would point out for me. - - _Mont._ There he sits; my Lord of _Amiens_, Madam, is my choice, - he's noble every way, and worthy a wife with all the dowries of-- - - _Ami._ Do you speak Sir, out of your friendship to me? - - _Mont._ Yes my Lord, and out of truth, for I could never flatter. - - _Ami._ I would not say how much I owe you for it, - For that were but a promise, but I'll thank ye, - As now I find you, in despite of fortune, - A fair and noble Gentleman. - - _Lami._ My Lords, I must confess the choice this man hath made - Is every way a great one, if not too great, - And no way to be slighted: yet because - We love to have our own eyes sometimes n[o]w, - Give me a little liberty to see, - How I could fit my self, if I were put to't. - - _Ami._ Madam we must. - - _Lami._ Are ye all agreed? - - _Omnes._ We be. - - _Lami._ Then as I am a Maid, I shall choose here. - _Montague_ I must have thee. - - _Mont._ Why Madam, I have learnt to suffer more - Than you can (out of pity) mock me with this way especially. - - _Lami._ Thou think'st I jest now; - But by the love I bear thee, I will have thee. - - _Mont._ If you could be so weak to love a fall'n man, - He must deserve more than I ever can, - Or ever shall (dear Lady;) look but this way - Upon that Lord, and you will tell me then - Your eyes are no true choosers of good men. - - _Ami._ Do you love him truly? - - _Lam._ Yes my Lord, I will obey him truly, for I'll marry him, and - justly think he that has so well serv'd me with his obedience, - being born to greatness, must use me nobly of necessity, when I - shall serve him. - - _Ami._ 'Twere a deep sin to cross ye, noble _Montague_, - I wish ye all content, and am as happy - In my friends good as it were meerly mine. - - _Mont._ Your Lordship does ill to give up your right; - I am not capable of this great goodness, - There sits my wife that holds my troth. - - _Cha._ I'll end all, I wooed you for my Lady, and now give up my - Title, alas poor wench, my aims are lower far. - - _Mont._ How's this sweet-heart? - - _Lami._ Sweet-heart 'tis so, the drift was mine to hide - My purpose till it struck home. - - _Omnes._ [God g]ive you joy. - - _Lami._ Prethee leave wondring, by this kiss I'll have thee. - - _Mont._ Then by this kiss, and this, I'll ever serve ye. - - _Long._ This Gentleman and I Sir, must needs hope once more to - follow ye. - - _Mont._ As friends and fellows, never as servants more. - - _Long. Dub._ You make us happy. - - _Orl._ Friend _Montague_, ye have taught me so much honor, I have - found a fault in my self, but thus I'll purge my conscience of - it, the late Land I took by false play, from you, with as much - contrition, and entireness of affection to this most happy day - again, I render; be master of your own, forget my malice, and make - me worthy of your love, L. _Montague_. - - _Mont._ You have won me and honor to your name. - - _Mal._ Since your Lordship has begun good deeds, we'll follow; good - Sir forgive us, we are now those men fear you for goodness sake; - those sums of money unjustly we detain from you, on your pardon - shall be restor'd again, and we your servants. - - _La-p._ You are very forward Sir, it seems you have money, I pray - you lay out, I'll pay you, or pray for you, as the Sea works. - - _Lav._ Their pennance Sir, I'll undertake, so please ye - To grant me one concealment. - - _Long._ A right Courtier, still a begging. - - _Mont._ What is it Sir? - - _Lav._ A Gentlewoman. - - _Mont._ In my gift? - - _Lav._ Yes Sir, in yours. - - _Mont._ Why, bring her forth, and take her. - - _Lami._ What wench would he have? - - _Mont._ Any wench I think. - - _Enter_ Laverdine _and_ Veramour _like a woman_. - - _Lav._ This is the Gentlewoman. - - _Mont._ 'Tis my Page, Sir. - - _Ver._ No Sir, I am a poor disguis'd Lady, - That like a Page have followed you full long for love god-wot. - - _Omnes._ A Lady--_Laverdine_--yes, yes, 'tis a Lady. - - _Mont._ It may be so, and yet we have lain together, - But by my troth I never found her, Lady. - - _L. Orl._ Why wore you boys cloaths? - - _Ver._ I'll tell you, Madam, - I took example by two or three Plays, that methought - Concerned me. - - _Mont._ Why made you not me acquainted with it? - - _Ver._ Indeed Sir, I knew it not my self, - Until this Gentleman open'd my dull eyes, - And by perswasion made me see it. - - _Ami._ Could his power in words make such a change? - - _Ver._ Yes, as truly woman as your self, my Lord. - - _Lav._ Why, but hark you, are not you a woman? - - _Ver._ If hands and face make it not evident, you shall see more. - - _Mai._ Breeches, breeches, _Laverdine_. - - _La-p._ 'Tis not enough, women may wear those cases. - Search further Courtier. - - _Omnes._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _La-p._ Oh thou fresh-water Gudgeon, wouldst thou come - To point of Marriage with an _Ignoramus_? - Thou shouldst have had her Urin to the Doctors, - The foolishest Physitian could have made plain - The liquid _Epicæne_; a blind man by the hand - Could have discovered the ring from the stone. - Boy, come, to Sea with me, I'll teach thee to climb, - And come down by the Rope, nay to eat Rats. - - _Ver._ I shall devour my Master before the prison then, - Sir, I have began my Trade. - - _Mal._ Trade? to the City, child, a flat-cap will become thee. - - _Mont._ Gentlemen, I beseech you molest your selves no further, - For his preferment it is determin'd. - - _Lav._ I am much ashamed, and if my cheek - Gives not satisfaction, break my head. - - _Mont._ Your shame's enough, Sir. - - _Ami. Montague_, much joy attend thy marriage-bed; - By thy example of true goodness, envy is exil'd, - And to all honest men that truth intend, - I wish good luck, fair fate be still thy friend. [_Exeunt._ - - - - -Upon an Honest Man's Fortune. - -By Mr. _JOHN FLETCHER_. - - - _You that can look through Heaven, and tell the Stars,_ - _Observe their kind conjunctions, and their wars;_ - _Find out new Lights, and give them where you please,_ - _To those men honors, pleasures, to those ease;_ - _You that are God's Surveyers, and can show_ - _How far, and when, and why the wind doth blow;_ - _Know all the charges of the dreadful thunder,_ - _And when it will shoot over, or fall under:_ - _Tell me, by all your Art I conjure ye,_ - _Yes, and by truth, what shall become of me?_ - _Find out my Star, if each one, as you say,_ - _Have his peculiar Angel, and his way;_ - _Observe my fate, next fall into your dreams,_ - _Sweep clean your houses, and new line your Sceames,_ - _Then say your worst: or have I none at all?_ - _Or is it burnt out lately? or did fall?_ - _Or am I poor? not able, no full flame?_ - _My Star, like me, unworthy of a name?_ - _Is it your Art can only work on those,_ - _That deal with dangers, dignities, and cloaths?_ - _With Love, or new Opinions? you all lye,_ - _A Fish-wife hath a fate, and so have I,_ - _But far above your finding; he that gives,_ - _Out of his providence, to all that lives,_ - _And no man knows his treasure, no, not you:_ - _He that made_ Egypt _blind, from whence you grew_ - _Scabby and lowzie, that the world might see_ - _Your Calculations are as blind as ye:_ - _He that made all the Stars, you daily read,_ - _And from thence filtch a knowledge how to feed;_ - _Hath hid this from you, your conjectures all_ - _Are drunken things, not how, but when they fall:_ - _Man is his own Star, and the soul that can_ - _Render an honest, and a perfect man,_ - _Commands all light, all influence, all fate,_ - _Nothing to him falls early, or too late._ - _Our Acts our Angels are, or good or ill,_ - _Our fatal shadows that walk by us still,_ - _And when the Stars are labouring, we believe_ - _It is not that they govern, but they grieve_ - _For stuborn ignorance; all things that are_ - _Made for our general uses, are at war,_ - _Even we among our selves, and from the strife,_ - _Tour first unlike opinions got a life._ - _Oh man! thou Image of thy Makers good,_ - _What canst thou fear, when breathed into thy bloud,_ - _His spirit is, that built thee? what dull sence_ - _Makes thee suspect, in need, that Providence?_ - _Who made the morning, and who plac'd the light_ - _Guide to thy labours? who call'd up the night,_ - _And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers_ - _In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers?_ - _Who gave thee knowledge, who so trusted thee,_ - _To let thee grow so near himself, the Tree?_ - _Must he then be distrusted? shall his frame_ - _Discourse with him, why thus, and thus I am?_ - _He made the Angels thine, thy fellows all,_ - _Nay, even thy servants, when Devotions call._ - _Oh! canst thou be so stupid then, so dim,_ - _To seek a saving influence, and loose him?_ - _Can Stars protect thee? or can poverty,_ - _Which is the light to Heaven, put out his eye?_ - _He is my Star, in him all truth I find,_ - _All influence, all fate, and when my mind_ - _Is furnish'd with his fullness, my poor story_ - _Shall out-live all their age, and all their glory,_ - _The hand of danger cannot fall amiss,_ - _When I know what, and in whose power it is._ - _[N]or want, the cause of man, shall make me groan,_ - _A Holy Hermit is a mind alone._ - _Doth not experience teach us all we can,_ - _To work our selves into a glorious man?_ - _Love's but an exhalation to best eyes_ - _The matter spent, and then the fools fire dies?_ - _Were I in love, and could that bright Star bring_ - _Increase to Wealth, Honor, and every thing:_ - _Were she as perfect good, as we can aim,_ - _The first was so, and yet she lost the Game._ - _My Mistriss then be knowledge and fair truth;_ - _So I enjoy all beauty and all youth,_ - _And though to time her Lights, and Laws she lends,_ - _She knows no Age, that to corruption bends._ - _Friends promises may lead me to believe,_ - _But he that [is] his own friend, knows to live._ - _Affliction, when I know it is but this,_ - _A deep allay, whereby man tougher is_ - _To [b]ear the hammer, and the deeper still,_ - _We still arise more image of his Will._ - _Sickness, an humorous cloud 'twixt us and light_ - _And death, at longest but another night._ - _Man is his own Star, and that soul that can_ - _Be honest, is the only perfect man._ - - - FINIS. - - - - -THE - -MASQUE of the Gentlemen - -OF - -_GRAYS-INNE_ and the _INNER-TEMPLE_; - - _Performed before the KING in the_ Banqueting-House _in_ - White-Hall, at the Marriage of the Illustrious _Frederick_ and - _Elizabeth_, Prince and Princess Palatine of the _Rhine_. - - Written by _FRANCIS BEAMONT_ Gent. - - _Enter_ Iris _running_, Mercury _following, and catching hold of her_. - - _Mercury._ - Stay Light-[f]oot _Iris_, for thou striv'st in vain, - My wings are nimbler than thy feet. - - _Iris._ Away, - Dissembling _Mercury_, my messages - Ask honest haste, not like those wanton ones, - Your thundering Father sends. - - _Mer._ Stay foolish Maid, - Or I will take my rise upon a hill, - When I perceive thee seated in a cloud, - In all the painted glory that thou hast, - And never cease to clap my willing wing[s], - Till I catch hold o[f] thy discolour'd Bow, - And shiver it beyond the angry power - Of your [curst] Mistriss to make up again. - - _Iris. Hermes_ forbear, _Juno_ will chide and strike; - Is great _Jove_ jealous that I am imploy'd - On her Love-errands? she did never yet - Claspe weak mortality in her white arms, - As he has often done; I only come - To celebrate the long wish'd Nuptials - Here in _Olympia_, which are now perform'd - Betwixt two goodly Rivers, [which] have mixt - Their gentle [ris]ing waves, and are to grow - Into a thousand streams, great as themselves. - I need not name them, for the sound is loud - In Heaven and Earth, and I am sent from her - The Queen of marriage, that was present here, - And smil'd to see them joyn, and hath not chid - Since it was done. Good _Hermes_ let me goe. - - _Merc._ Nay, you must stay, _Jove's_ message is the same; - Whose eyes are lightning, and whose voice is thunder, - Whose breath is a[n]y wind, he will, who knows - How to be first [o]n Earth, as well as Heaven. - - _Iris._ But what hath he to do with Nuptial rites? - Let him [keepe state] upon his Starry throne, - And fright poor mortals with his Thunder-bolts, - Leaving to us the mutual darts of eyes. - - _Merc._ Alas, when ever offer'd he t'abridge - Your Ladies power, but only now in these, - Whose match concerns [his] general government? - Hath not each God a part in these high joyes? - And shall not he the King of gods presume - Without proud _Juno's_ licence? let her know, - That when enamour'd _Jove_ fir[st] gave her power - To link soft hearts in undissolv[ed] b[o]nds, - He then foresaw, and to himself reserv'd - The honor of this marriage: thou shalt stand - Still as a Rock, while I to bless this Feast - Will summon up with mine all-charming rod - The Nymphs of Fountains, from whose watry locks, - (Hung with the dew of blessing and increase) - The greedy Rivers take their nourishment. - Y[ou] Nymphs, who bathing in your loved Springs, - Beheld these Rivers in their infancy. - And joy'd to see them, when their circled heads - Refresh'd the Air, and spread the ground with Flowers; - Rise from your Wells, and with your nimble feet - Perform that office to this happy pair, - Which in these Plains you to _Alpheus_ did, - When passing hence, through many Seas unmixt, - He gain'd the favour of his _Arethuse_. - - [_The Nymphs rise, and dance a little, and then make a stand._ - - _Iris._ Is _Hermes_ grown a Lover? by what power - Unknown to us, calls he the [Naiades]? - - _Merc._ Presumptuous _Iris_, I could make thee dance, - Till thou forgetst thy Ladies messages, - And rann'st back crying to her; thou shalt know - My power is more, only my breath, and this - Shall move fix'd Stars, and force the Firmament - To yield the Hyades, who govern showers, - And dewy clouds, in whose dispersed drops - Thou form'st the shape of thy deceitful Bow. - Y[ou] Maids, who yearly at appointed times - Advance with kindly tears, the gentle floods - Discend, and pour your blessing on these streams, - Which rolling down from Heaven-aspiring hills, - And now united in the fruitful vales, - Bear all before them, ravish'd with their joy, - And swell in glory, till they know no bounds. - - [_The Cloud discends with the Hyades, at which the Maids seem to - be rejoyced; they all dance a while together, then make another - stand, as if they wanted something._ - - _Iris._ Great Wit and Power hath _Hermes_ to contrive - A livel[esse] dance, which of one sex consists. - - _Merc._ Alas poor _Iris_! _Venus_ hath in store - A secret ambush of her winged boys, - Who lurking long within these pleasant groves, - First stuck these Lovers with their equal darts; - Those _Cupids_ shall come forth, and joyn with these, - To honor that which they themselves began. - - [_The_ Cupids _come forth and dance, they are weary with their - blind pursuing the Nymphs, and th[e] Nymphs weary with flying - them_. - - _Iris._ Behold the Statues which wild Vulcan plac'd - Under the Altar of Olympian _Jove_, - And gave to them an artificial life: - [Shall daunce for joy of these great Nuptialls:] - See how they move, drawn by this Heavenly joy, - Like the wild Trees, which followed _Orpheus_ Harp. - - [_The Statues come down, and they all dance, till the Nymphs - out-run them, and lose them, then the_ Cupids _go off, and last the - Statues_. - - _Merc._ And what will _Juno's Iris_ do for her? - - _Iris._ Just match this shew, or m[y] inventio[n] fail[es], - Had it been worthier, I would have invok'd - The blazing Comets, Clouds, and falling Stars, - And all my kindred Meteors of the air, - To have excell'd it; but I now must strive - To imitate confusion; therefore thou - Delightful _Flora_; if thou ever feltst - Increase of sweetness in those blooming Plants, - On which the horns of my fair Bow decline, - Send hither all th[e] rural company, - Which deck the May-games with their [Countrey] sports; - _Juno_ will have it so. - - [_The second Anti-Masque [rush] in, [dance] their measure, and as - rudely depart._ - - _Merc. Iris_, we strive - Like winds at liberty, who should do worst - E'r we return. If _Juno_ be the Queen - Of Marriages, let her give happy way - To what is done in honor of the State - She governs. - - _Iris. Hermes_, so it may be done - Meerly in honor of the State, and th[e]se - That now have prov'd it; not to satisfy - The lust of _Jupiter_, in having thanks - More than his _Juno_; if thy Snaky rod - Have power to search the Heaven, or sound the Sea, - Or call together all the ends of earth, - To bring [in] any thing that may do grace - To us, and these, do it, we shall be pleas'd. - - _Merc._ Then know that from the mouth of _Jove_ himself, - Whose words have wings, and need not to be born, - I took a message, and I b[a]re it through - A thousand yielding clouds, and never staid - Till his high Will was done: the _Olympian_ games, - Which long ha[ve] slept, at these wish'd Nuptials, - He pleas'd to have renew'd, and all his Knights - Are gather'd hither, who within their Tents - Rest on this hill, upon whose rising head - - [_The Altar is discovered with the Pri[e]sts about it, and the - Statues under it, and the Knights lying in their Tents on each - side, near the top of the hill._ - - Behold _Jove's_ Altar, and his blessed Priests - Moving about it; come you Holy men, - And with your voices draw these youths along, - That till _Jove's_ Musick call them to their games. - Their active sports may give a blest content - To those, for whom they are again begun. - - The first Song, when the Priests descend, and the Knights follow - them. - - _Shake off your heavy trance,_ - _and leap into a dance,_ - _Such as no mortals use to tread,_ - _fit only for_ Apollo - _To play to, for the Moon to lead,_ - _And all the Stars to follow_. - - The second Song at the end of the first Dance. - - _On blessed youths, for_ Jove _doth pause,_ - _Laying aside his graver Laws_ - _For this device:_ - _And at the wedding such a pair,_ - _Each dance is taken for a prayer,_ - _Each Song a Sacrifice._ - - The third Song, after their many Dances, when they are to take out - the Ladies. - - Single. - - _More pleasing were these sweet delights,_ - _If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights_; - _Run every one of you and catch_ - _A Nymph, in honor of his match;_ - _And whisper boldly in her ear,_ - Jove _will but laugh, if you forswear._ - - All. - - _And this days sins he doth resolve,_ - _That we his Priests should all absolve._ - - The fourth Song, when they have parted with the Ladies, a shrill - Musick sounds, supposed to be that which calls them to the - Olympian games, at which they all make a seeming preparation to - depart. - - _Y[e] should stay longer if we durst,_ - _Away, alas! that he that first_ - _Gave time wild wings to fly away,_ - _H[ath] now no power to make him stay._ - _[But] though these games must needs be plaid,_ - _I would th[is] pair, when they are laid,_ - _And not a creature nigh 'em,_ - _[Could] catch his sithe, as he doth pass,_ - _And [cut] his wings, and break his glass,_ - _And keep him ever by 'em._ - - The fifth Song, when all is done, as they ascend - - _Peace and silence be the guide_ - _To the Man, and to the Bride:_ - _If there be a joy y[e]t new_ - _In marriage, let it fall on you,_ - _That all the world may wonder:_ - _If we should stay, we should do worse,_ - _And turn our blessings to a curse,_ - _By keeping you asunder._ - - - - -Four PLAYS in One. - - -The Persons represented in the Play. - - Emanuel, _King of_ Portugal, & Castile. - Isabella, _his Queen_. - Lords. - Frigoso, _a Courtier_. } _Spectators of the Play at the_ - Rinaldo, _his acquaintance_. } _celebration of their Nuptials._ - - -The Triumph of Honor. - - Martius, _a Roman General_. - Valerius, _his Brother_. - Nicodemus, _a cowardly Corporal_. - Cornelius, _a wittal Sutler_. - Captain. - Sophocles, _Duke of_ Athens. - - WOMEN. - - Diana. - Dorigen, Sophocles _wife, the example of Chastity_. - Florence, _Wife to_ Cornelius. - - -The Triumph of Love. - - Cupid. - Rinaldo, _Duke of_ Milan. - Benvoglio, } _Brothers, Lords of_ - Randulpho, } Milan - Gerard, } _Sons of the Duke, supposed_ - Ferdinand, } _lost._ - - WOMEN. - - Angelina, _Wife to_ Benvoglio. - Violante, _her Daughter_, Gerard's _Mistriss_. - Dorothea, Violante's _Attendant_. - Cornelia, _the obscured Duchess_. - - -The Triumph of Death. - - Duke _of_ Anjou. - Lavall, _his lustful Heir_. - Gentille, _a Courtier, Father to_ Perolot. - Perolot, _contracted to_ Gabriella. - Two Gentlemen. - A Spirit. - Shalloone, _servant to_ Lavall. - - WOMEN. - - Gabriella, _the despised wife of_ Lavall. - Hellena, _his second wife_. - Casta, _Daughter to_ Gentille. - Maria, _a servant attending on_ Gabriella. - - -The Triumph of Time. - - Jupiter. - Mercurie. - Plutus. - Time. - Atropos. - Desire. - Vain Delight. - Bounty. - Poverty. - Honesty. - Simplicity. - Fame. - - - - -Four - -PLAYS - -OR - -Moral Representations - -IN ONE. - - - _Enter Don_ Frigozo. - - _Frig._ [_Noise within._ Away with those bald-pated Rascals there, - their wits are bound up in Vellom, they are not currant here. Down - with those City-Gentlemen, &c. Out with those ---- I say, and in - with their wives at the back door. Worship and place, I am weary of - ye, ye lye on my shoulders lik a load of Gold on an Asses back. A - man in Authority, is but as a candle in the wind, sooner wasted or - blown out, than under a bushel. How now, what's the matter? - - Who are you, Sir? - - _Enter_ Rinaldo. - - _Rin._ Who am I, Sir? why, do y' not know me? - - _Frig._ No by my ---- do I not. - - _Rin._ I am sure we din'd together to day. - - _Frig._ That's all one: as I din'd with you in the City, and as you - paid for my dinner there, I do know you, and am beholding to you: - But as my mind is since transmigrated into my office, and as you - come to Court to have me pay you again, and be beholding to me, I - know you not, I know you not. - - _Rin._ Nay, but look ye, Sir. - - _Frig._ Pardon me: If you had been my bed-fellow these seven - years, and lent me money to buy my place, I must not transgress - principles: This very talking with you is an ill example. - - _Rin._ Pish, you are too punctual a Courtier, Sir: why, I am a - Courtier too, yet never understood the place or name to be so - infectious to humanity and manners, as to cast a man into a burning - pride and arrogance, for which there is no cure. I am a Courtier, - and yet I will know my friends, I tell you. - - _Frig._ And I tell you, you will thrive accordingly, I warrant you. - - _Rin._ But hark ye, Signior _Frigozo_, you shall first understand, - I have no friends with me to trouble you. - - _Frig._ Humh: That's a good motive. - - _Rin._ No[r] to borrow money of you. - - _Frig._ That's an excellent motive. - - _Rin._ No my sweet Don, nor to ask what you owe me. - - _Frig._ Why, that is the very motive of motives, why I ought and - will know thee: and if I had not wound thee up to this promise, I - would not have known thee these fifteen years, no more than the - errantst, or most founder'd _Castillian_ that followed our new - Queens Carriages a-foot. - - _Rin._ Nor for any thing, dear Don, but that you would place me - conveniently to see the Play to night. - - _Frig._ That shall I, Signior _Rinaldo_: but would you had come - sooner: you see how full the Scaffolds are, there is scant room for - a Lovers thought here. Gentlewomen sit close for shame: Has none of - ye a little corner for this Gentleman? I'll place ye, fear not. And - how did our brave King of _Portugal_, _Emanuel_, bear himself to - day? You saw the solemnity of the marriage. - - _Rin._ Why, like a fit Husband for so gracious and excellent a - Princess, as his worthy mate _Isabella_, the King of _Castiles_ - Daughter doth in her very external li[ne]aments, mixture of - colours, and joyning Dove-like behaviour assure her self to be. - And I protest (my dear Don) seriously, I can sing prophetically - nothing but blessed Hymns, and happy occasions to this sacred union - of _Portugal_ and _Castile_, which have so wisely and mutually - conjoyned two such virtuous and beautiful Princes as these are; and - in all opinion like to multiply to their very last minute. - - _Frig._ The King is entring: Signior, hover here about, and as soon - as the Train is set, clap into me, we'll stand near the State. If - you have any Creditors here, they shall renew bonds a Twelvemonth - on such a sight: but to touch the pomel of the King's Chair in - the sight of a Citizen, is better security for a thousand double - Duckets, than three of the best Merchants in _Lisbon_. Besides, - Signior, we will censure, not only the King in the Play here, that - Reigns his two hours; but the King himself, that is to rule his - life time: Take my counsel: I have one word to say to this noble - Assembly, and I am for you. - - _Rin._ Your method shall govern me. - - Frig. _Prologues are bad Huishers before the wise;_ - _Why may not then an Huisher Prologize?_ - _Here's a fair sight, and were ye oftner seen_ - _Thus gather'd here, 'twould please our King and Queen_ - _Upon my conscience, ye are welcome all_ - _To_ Lisbon, _and the Court of_ Portugal; - _Where your fair eyes shall feed on no worse sights_ - _Than preparations made for Kings delights._ - _We wish to men content, the manliest treasure,_ - _And to the Women, their own wish'd for pleasure._ [Flourish. - - _Enter King and Queen, Emanuel and Isabella,_ - _Lords and attendants._ - - _Em._ Fair fountain of my life, from whose pure streams - The propagation of two Kingdoms flowes, - Never contention rise in eithers brest, - But contestation whose love shall be best. - - _Isab._ Majestick Ocean, that with plenty feeds - Me, thy poor tributary Rivolet, - Sun of my beauty, that with radiant beams - Dost gild, and dance upon these humble streams, - Curst be my birth-hour, and my ending day, - When back your love-floods I forget to pay: - Or if this brest of mine, your crystall brook, - Ever take other form in, other look - But yours, or ere produce unto your grace - A strange reflection, or anothers face, - But be your love-book clasp'd, open'd to none - But you, nor hold a storie, but your own; - A water fix'd, that ebbs nor floods pursue, - Frozen to all, onely dissolv'd to you. - - _Em._ O, who shall tel the sweetness of our love - To future times, and not be thought to lye? - I look through this hour like a perspective, - And far off see millions of prosperous seeds, - That our reciprocall affection breeds. - Thus my white rib, close in my brest with me, - Which nought shall tear hence, but mortalitie. - - _Lords._ Be Kingdoms blest in you, you blest in them. - - _Frig._ Whist, Seignior; my strong imagination shews me - Love (me thinks) bathing in milk, and wine in her cheeks: - O! how she clips him, like a plant of Ivie. - - _Rin._ I; Could not you be content to be an Owl in such an - ivie-bush, or one of the Oaks of the City to be so clipt? - - _Frig._ Equivocal Don, though I like the clipping well, I could not - be content either to be your Owl, or your Ox of the City. The Play - begins. [_Flourish._ - - _Enter a Poet with a garland._ - - Poet Prologue. _Low at your sacred feet our poor Muse layes_ - _Her, and her thunder-fearless virdant Bayes._ - _Four severall_ Triumphs _to your Princely eyes,_ - _Of_ Honor, Love, Death, _and_ Time _do rise_ - _From our approaching subject, which we move_ - _Towards you with fear, since that a sweeter_ Love, - _A brighter_ Honor, _purer_ Chastitie - _March in your brests this day triumphantly,_ - _Then our weak Scenes can show: then how dare we_ - _Present like Apes and Zanies, things that be_ - _Exemplifi'd in you, but that we know,_ - _We ne'r crav'd grace, which you did not bestow_? - - _Enter in triumph with Drums, Trumpets, Colours_, Martius, - Valerius, Sophocles _bound_, Nicodemus, Cornelius, _Captains - and Soldiers_. - - _Mar._ What means proud _Sophocles_? - - _Soph._ To go even with _Martius_, - And not to follow him like his Officer: - I never waited yet on any man. - - _Mar._ Why poor _Athenian_ Duke, thou art my slave, - My blows have conquerd thee. - - _Soph._ Thy slave? proud _Martius_, - _Cato_ thy countrey-man (whose constancie, - Of all the Romans, I did honor most) - Rip'd himself twice to avoid slavery, - Making himself his own Anatomie. - But look thee _Martius_, not a vein runs here - From head to foot, but _Sophocles_ would unseame, and - Like a spring garden shoot his scornfull blood - Into their eyes, durst come to tread on him: - As for thy blows, they did [not] conquer me: - Seven Battailes have I met thee face to face, - And given thee blow for blow, and wound for wound, - And till thou taught'st me, knew not to retire; - Thy sword was then as bold, thy arm as strong; - Thy blows then _Martius_, cannot conquer me. - - _Val._ What is it then? - - _Soph._ Fortune. - - _Val._ Why, yet in that - Thou art the worse man, and must follow him. - - _Soph._ Young Sir, you erre: If Fortune could be call'd - Or his, or your's, or mine, in good or evill - For any certain space, thou hadst spoke truth: - But she but jests with man, and in mischance - Abhors all constancie, flowting him still - With some small touch of good, or seeming good - Midst of his mischief: which vicissitude - Makes him strait doff his armour, and his fence - He had prepar'd before, to break her strokes. - So from the very Zenith of her wheel, - When she has dandled some choice favorite, - Given him his boons in women, honor, wealth, - And all the various delecacies of earth; - That the fool scorns the gods in his excess, - She whirls, and leaves him at th' _Antipodes_. - - _Mar._ Art sure we have taken him? Is this _Sophocles_? - His fettred arms say no; his free soul, I. - This _Athens_ nurseth Arts, as well as Arms. - - _Soph._ Nor glory _Martius_, in this day of thine, - 'Tis behind yesterday, but before to morrow: - Who knows what Fortune then will do with thee? - She never yet could make the better man, - The better chance she has: the man that's best - She still contends with, and doth favor least. - - _Mar._ Me thinks a graver thunder then the skies - Breaks from his lips; I am amaz'd to hear, - And _Athens_ words, more then her swords doth fear. - - _Soph. Martius_, slave _Sophocles_, couldst thou acquire - (And did thy Roman gods so love thy prayers, - And solemn sacrifice, to grant thy suit) - To gather all the valour of the _Cæsars_ - Thy Predecessors, and what is to come, - And by their influence fling it on thee now, - Thou couldst not make my mind go less, not pare - With all their swords one virtue from my soul: - How am I vassall'd then? Make such thy slaves, - As dare not keep their goodness past their graves. - Know General, we two are chances on - The die of Fate; now thrown, thy six is up, - And my poor one beneath thee, next th[y] throw - May set me upmost, and cast thee below. - - _Mar._ Yet will I trie thee more: Calamitie - Is mans true touchstone: Listen insolent Prince, - That dar'st contemn the Master of thy life, - Which I will force here 'fore thy City walls - With barbarous crueltie, and call thy wife - To see it, and then after send her-- - - _Soph._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _Mar._ And then demolish _Athens_ to the ground, - Depopulate her, fright away her fame, - And leave succession neither stone nor name. - - _Soph._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _Mar._ Dost thou deride me? - - _Val._ Kneel, ask _Martius_ - For mercy, _Sophocles_, and live happy still. - - _Soph._ Kneel, and ask mercie? (_Roman_) art a god? - I never kneel'd, or begg'd of any else. - Thou art a fool, and I will loose no more - Instructions on thee: now I find thy eares [_Solemn Musick._ - - _Enter Dorigen, Ladyes bearing a sword._ - - Are foolish, like thy tongue. My _Dorigen_? - Oh! must she see me bound? - - _1 Cap._ There's the first sigh - He breath'd since he was born, I think. - - _2 Cap._ Forbear, - All but the Lady his wife. - - _Soph._ How my heart chides - The manacles of my hands, that let them not - Embrace my _Dorigen_. - - _Val._ Turn but thy face. - And ask thy life of _Martius_ thus, and thou - (With thy fair wife) shalt live; _Athens_ shall stand, - And all her priviledges augmented be. - - _Soph._ 'Twere better _Athens_ perish'd, and my wife - Which (Romans) I do know a worthie one, - Then _Sophocles_ should shrink of _Sophocles_, - Commit profane Idolatry, by giving - The reverence due to gods to thee blown man. - - _Mar._ Rough, stubborn Cynick. - - _Soph._ Thou art rougher far, - And of a couser wale, fuller of pride, - Less temperate to bear prosperity. - Thou seest my meer neglect hath rais'd in thee - A storm more boystrous then the Oceans, - My virtue, Patience, makes thee vitious. - - _Mar._ Why, fair-ey'd Lady, do you kneel? - - _Dor._ Great Generall, - Victorious, godlike _Martius_, your poor handmaid - Kneels, for her husband will not, cannot: speaks - Thus humbly, that he may not. Listen _Roman_, - Thou whose advanced front doth speak thee _Roman_ - To every Nation, and whose deeds assure 't; - Behold a Princess (whose declining head - Like to a drooping lilly after storms - Bowes to thy feet) and playing here the slave, - To keep her husbands greatness unabated: - All which doth make thy Conquest greater: For, - If he be base in ought whom thou hast taken, - Then _Martius_ hath but taken a base prize. - But if this Jewell hold lustre and value, - _Martius_ is richer then in that he hath won. - O make him such a Captive, as thy self - Unto another wouldst, great Captain, be; - Till then, he is no prisoner fit for thee. - - _Mar. Valerius_, here is harmonie would have brought - Old crabbed _Saturn_ to sweet sleep, when _Jove_ - Did first incense him with Rebellion: - _Athens_ doth make women Philosophers, - And sure their children chat the talk of gods. - - _Val._ Rise beauteous _Dorigen_. - - _Dor._ Not untill I know - The Generals resolution. - - _Val._ One soft word - From _Sophocles_ would calm him into tears, - Like gentle showres after tempestuous winds. - - _Dor._ To buy the world, he will not give a word, - A look, a tear, a knee, 'gainst his own judgement, - And the divine composure of his minde: - All which I therefore doe, and here present - This Victors wreathe, this rich _Athenian_ sword, - Trophies of Conqu[e]st, which, great _Martius_, wear, - And be appeas'd: Let _Sophocles_ still live. - - _Mar._ He would not live. - - _Dor._ He would not beg to live. - When he shall so forget, then I begin - To command, _Martius_; and when he kneels, - _Dorigen_ stands; when he lets fall a tear, - I dry mine eyes, and scorn him. - - _Mar._ Scorn him now then, - Here in the face of _Athens_, and thy friends. - Self-will'd, stiff _Sophocles_, prepare to die, - And by that sword thy Lady honor'd me, - With which her self shall follow. Romans, Friends, - Who dares but strike this stroke, shall part with me - Half _Athens_, and my half of Victorie. - - _Cap._ By ---- not we. - - _Nic. Cor._ We two will do it, Sir. - - _Soph._ Away, ye fish-fac'd Rascals. - - _Val. Martius_, - To Eclipse this great Eclipse labours thy fame; - _Valerius_ thy Brother shall for once - Turn Executioner: Give me the sword. - Now _Sophocles_, I'll strike as suddenly - As thou dar'st die. - - _Soph._ Thou canst not. And _Valerius_, - 'Tis less dishonour to thee thus to kill me, - Then bid me kneel to _Martius_: 'tis to murther - The fame of living men, which great ones do; - Their studies strangle, poyson makes away, - The wretched hangman only ends the Play. - - _Val._ Art thou prepar'd? - - _Soph._ Yes. - - _Val._ Bid thy wife farewell. - - _Soph._ No, I will take no leave: My _Dorigen_, - Yonder above, 'bout _Ariadnes_ Crown - My spirit shall hover for thee; prethee haste. - - _Dor._ Stay _Sophocles_, with this tie up my sight, - Let not soft nature so transform[e]d be - (And lose her gentle[r] sex'd humanitie) - To make me see my Lord bleed. So, 'tis well: - Never one object underneath the Sun - Will I behold before my _Sophocles_. - Farewell: now teach the Romans how to die. - - _Mar._ Dost know what 'tis to die? - - _Soph._ Thou dost not, _Martius_, - And therefore not what 'tis to live; to die - Is to begin to live: It is to end - An old stale weary work, and to commence - A newer and a better. 'Tis to leave - Deceitfull knaves for the societie - Of gods and goodness. Thou thy self must part - At last from all thy garlands, pleasures, Triumphs, - And prove thy fortitude, what then 'twill do. - - _Val._ But ar't not griev'd nor vex'd to leave life thus? - - _Soph._ Why should I grieve, or vex for being sent - To them I ever lov'd best? now I'll kneel, - But with my back toward thee; 'tis the last duty - This trunk can doe the gods. - - _Mar._ Strike, strike, _Valerius_, - Or _Martius_ heart will leap out at his mouth. - This is a man, a woman! Kiss thy Lord, - And live with all the freedome you were wont. - O Love! thou doubly hast afflicted me, - With virtue, and with beauty. Treacherous heart, - My hand shall cast thee quick into my urne, - E're thou transgress this knot of pietie. - - _Val._ What ails my Brother? - - _Soph. Martius_, oh _Martius_! - Thou now hast found a way to conquer me. - - _Dor._ O star of _Rome_, what gratitude can speak - Fit words to follow such a deed as this? - - _Mar._ Doth _Juno_ talk, or _Dorigen_? - - _Val._ You are observ'd. - - _Mar._ This admirable Duke (_Valerius_) - With his disdain of Fortune, and of Death, - Captiv'd himself, hath captivated me: - And though my arm hath ta'ne his body here, - His soul hath subjugated _Martius_ soul: - By _Romulus_, he is all soul, I think; - He hath no flesh, and spirit cannot b[e] gyv'd; - Then we have vanquish'd nothing; he is free, - And _Martius_ walks now in captivitie. - - _Soph._ How fares the noble Roman? - - _Mar._ Why? - - _Dor._ Your blood - Is sunk down to your heart, and your bright eyes - Have lost their splendor. - - _Mar._ Baser fires go out, - When the Sun shines on 'em: I am not well, - An Apoplectick fit I use to have - After my heats in war carelesly coold. - - _Soph. Martius_ shall rest in _Athens_ with his friends, - Till this distemper leave him: O! great Roman, - See _Sophocles_ doe that for thee, he could not - Do for himself, weep. _Martius_, by the---- - It grieves me that so brave a soul should suffer - Under the bodies weak infirmitie. - Sweet Lady, take him to thy loving charge, - And let thy care be tender. - - _Dor._ Kingly Sir, - I am your Nurse and servant. - - _Mar._ O deer Lady, - My Mistris, nay my Deity; guide me heaven, - Ten wreathes triumphant _Martius_ will give, - To change a _Martius_ for a _Sophocles_: - Can't not be done (_Valerius_) with this boot? - Inseparable affection, ever thus - Colleague with _Athens Rome_. - - _Dor._ Beat warlike tunes, - Whilest _Dorigen_ thus honors _Martius_ brow - With one victorious wreath more. - - _Soph._ And _Sophocles_ - Thus girds his Sword of conquest to his thigh, - Which ne'r be drawn, but cut out Victorie. - - _Lords._ For ever be it thus. [_Exeunt._ - - _Corn._ Corporall _Nichodemus_, a word with you. - - _Nic._ My worthie Sutler _Cornelius_, it befits not _Nichodemus_ - the Roman Officer to parley with a fellow of thy rank: the affairs - of the Empire are to be occupied. - - _Corn._ Let the affaires of the Empire lie a while unoccupied, - sweet _Nichodemus_; I doe require the money at thy hands, which - thou doest owe me; and if faire means cannot attain, force of Armes - shall accomplish. - - _Nic._ Put up and live. - - _Corn._ I have put up too much already, thou Corporall of - Concupiscence, for I suspect thou hast dishonored my flock-bed, - and with thy foolish Eloquence, and that bewitching face of thine - drawn my Wife, the young harlotrie baggage to prostitute herself - unto thee. Draw therefore, for thou shalt find thyself a mortall - Corporall. - - _Nichod._ Stay thy dead-doing hand, and heare: I will rather - descend from my honor, and argue these contumelies with thee, then - clutch thee (poor flye) in these eaglet ---- of mine: or draw my - sword of Fate on a Pesant, a _Besognio_, a _Cocoloch_, as thou art. - Thou shalt first understand this foolish eloquence, and intolerable - beauty of mine (both which, I protest, are meerly naturall) are the - gifts of the gods, with which I have neither sent baudy Sonnet, - nor amorous glance, or (as the vulgar call it) sheeps eye to thy - betrothed _Florence_. - - _Cor._ Thou lyest. - - _Nich._ O gods of _Rome_, was _Nichodemus_ born - To hear these braveries from a poor provant? - Yet when dogs bark, or when the asses bray, - The lion laughs, not roars, but goes his way. - - _Cornel._ A ---- o' your poeticall veine: This versifying my wife - has hornified me. Sweet Corporall codshead, no more standing on - your punctilio's and punketto's of honor, they are not worth a - lowse: the truth is, thou art the Generals Bygamie, that is, his - fool, and his knave; thou art miscreant and recreant, not an - horse-boy in the Legions, but has beaten thee; thy beginning was - knap-sack, and thy ending will be halter-sack. - - _Nich._ Me thinks I am now _Sophocles_, the wise, and thou art - _Martius_, the mad. - - _Cornel._ No more of your tricks good Corporall Letherchops: I - say, thou hast dishonour'd me, and since honor now adaies is only - repaired by money, pay me, and I am satisfied: Even reckoning keeps - long friends. - - _Nic._ Let us continue friends then, for I have been even with thee - a long time; and though I have not paid thee, I have paid thy wife. - - _Corn._ Flow forth my tears, thou hast deflowred her _Tarquin_, - the Garden of my delight, hedg'd about, in which there was but one - bowling Alley for mine owne private procreation, thou hast, like a - thief in the night, leap'd the hedge, entred my Alley, and without - my privitie, plaid thine owne rubbers. - - _Nic._ How long shall patience thus securely snore? - Is it my fault, if these attractive eyes, - This budding chin, or rosie-colour'd cheek, - This comely body, and this waxen leg, - Have drawn her into a fools paradise? - By _Cupids_ ---- I do swear (no other) - She's chaster far then _Lucrece_, her grand-mother; - Pure as glass-window, ere the rider dash it, - Whiter then Ladyes smock, when she did wash it: - For well thou wotst (though now my hearts Commandress) - I once was free, and she but the Camps Landress. - - _Corn._ I, she then came sweet to me; no part about her but smelt - of Soap-suds, like a _Dryad_ out of a wash-bowl. Pray, or pay. - - _Nich._ Hold. - - _Corn._ Was thy cheese mouldy, or thy peny-worths small? - Was not thy Ale the mightiest of the earth in Malt, - And thy stope fill'd like a tide: was not thy bed soft, and - Thy Bacon fatter then a dropsie? Come, Sir. - - _Nich. Mars_ then inspire me with the fencing skill - Of our Tragedi[a]n Actors. Honor pricks; - And Sutler, now I come with thwacks and thwicks. - Grant us one crush, one pass, and now a high, Cavalto fall: - Then up again, now down again, yet do no harm at all. - - _Enter Wife._ - - _Wife._ O that ever I was born: why Gent? - - _Corn. Messaline_ of _Rome_, away, disloyal Concubine: I will be - deafer to thee, then thou art to others: I will have my hundred - drachma's he owes me, thou arrant whore. - - _Wife._ I know he is an hundred drachmaes o'the score; but what o' - that? no bloodshed, sweet _Cornelius_. O my heart; o' my conscience - 't is faln thorow the bottom of my bellie. O my sweet Didimus, - if either of ye miskil one another, what will become of [p]oor - _Florence_? Pacifie your selves, I pray. - - _Corn._ Go to, my heart is not stone; I am not marble: drie your - eyes, _Florence_; the scurvie apes-face knows my blinde side well - enough: leave your puling; will this content ye? let him tast thy - nether lip, which in signe of amitie I thus take off again: go thy - ways, and provide the Cows udder. - - _Nich._ Lilie of Concord. And now, honest Sutler, since I have had - proof as well of thy good nature, as of thy wives before, I will - acquaint thee with a project shall fully satisfie thee for thy - debt. Thou shalt understand I am shortly to be knighted. - - _Corn._ The devil thou art. - - _Nich._ Renounce me else; for the sustenance of which Worship - (which Worship many times wants sustenance) I have here the - Generals grant to have the leading of two hundred men. - - _Corn._ You jest, you jest. - - _Nich._ Refuse me else to the pit. - - _Corn._ Mercie on us: ha you not forgot your self? by you[r] - swearing you should be knighted already. - - _Nich._ Damn me, Sir, here's his hand, read it. - - _Corn._ Alas, I cannot. - - _Nich._ I know that. - - It has pleas'd the General to look upon my service. Now, Sir, shall - you joyn with me in petitioning for fifty men more, in regard of my - arrearages to you; which if granted, I will bestow the whole profit - of those fifty men on thee and thine heirs for ever, till _Atropos_ - do cut this simple thred. - - _Corn._ No more, dear Corporal, Sir _Nichodemus_, that shall be, I - cry your wishes mercie: I am your servant body and goods, moveables - and immoveables; use my house, use my wife, use me, abuse me, do - what you list. - - _Nich._ A figment is a candid lye: this is an old Pass. Mark what - follows. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Martius, and two Captains._ - - _Mar._ Pray leave me: you are Romans, honest men, - Keep me not company, I am turn'd knave, - Have lost my fame and nature. _Athens, Athens_, - This _Dorigen_ is thy _Palladium_: - He that will sack thee, must betray her first, - Whose words wound deeper than her husbands sword; - Her eyes make captive still the Conqueror, - And here they keep her only to that end. - O subtill devil, what a golden ball - Did tempt, when thou didst cast her in my way! - Why, foolish _Sophocles_, broughtst thou not to field - Thy Lady, that thou mightst have overcome? - _Martius_ had kneel'd, and yielded all his wreathes - That hang like Jewels on the seven-fold hill, - And bid _Rome_, send him out to fight with men, - (For that she knew he durst) and not 'gainst Fate - Or Deities, what mortal conquers them? - Insatiate _Julius_, when his Victories - Had run ore half the world, had he met her, - There he had stopt the legend of his deeds, - Laid by his Arms, been overcome himself, - And let her vanquish th' other half. And fame - Made beauteous _Dorigen_, the greater name. - Shall I thus fall? I will not; no, my tears - Cast on my heart, shall quench these lawless fires: - He conquers best, conquers his lewd desires. - - _Enter Dorigen, with Ladyes._ - - _Dor._ Great Sir, my Lord commands me visit you, - And thinks your retir'd melancholy proceeds - From some distast of worthless entertainment. - Will't please you take your chamber? how d'ye do, Sir? - - _Mar._ Lost, lost again; the wild rage of my blood - Doth Ocean-like oreflow the shallow shore - Of my weak virtue: my desire's a vane, - That the least breath from her turns every way. - - _Dor._ What says my Lord? - - _Mar._ Dismiss your women, pray, - And I'll reveal my grief. - - _Dor._ Leave me. - - _Mar._ Long tales of love (whilst love it self - Might be enjoyed) are languishing delays. - There is a secret strange lies in my brest, - I will partake wi' you, which much concerns - Your Lord, your self, and me. Oh! - - _Dor._ Strange secrets, Sir, - Should not be made so cheap to strangers: yet, - If your strange secret do no lower lie - Then in your brest, discover it. - - _Mar._ I will. - Oh! can you not see it, Lady, in my sighs? - - _Dor._ Sighs none can paint, and therefore who can see? - - _Mar._ Scorn me not, _Dorigen_, with mocks: _Alcides_, - That master'd monsters, was by beautie tam'd, - _Omphale_ smil'd his club out of his hand, - And made him spin her smocks. O sweet, I love you, - And I love _Sophocles_: I must enjoy you, - And yet I would not injure him. - - _Dor._ Let go; - You hurt me, Sir: fare well. Stay, is this _Martius_? - I will not tell my Lord; he'll swear I lye. - Doubt my fidelitie, before thy honor. - How hast thou vex'd the gods, that they would let thee - Thus violate friendship, hospitalitie, - And all the bounds of sacred pietie? - Sure thou but tri'st me out of love to him, - And wouldst reject me, if I did consent. - O _Martius, Martius_, wouldst thou in one minute, - Blast all thy Laurels, which so many years - Thou hast been purchasing with blood and sweat? - Hath _Dorigen_ never been written, read, - Without the epithet of chast, chast _Dorigen_? - And wouldst thou fall upon her chastitie, - Like a black drop of ink, to blot it out? - When men shall read the records of thy valour, - Thy hitherto-brave virtue, and approach - (Highly content yet) to this foul assault - Included in this leaf, this ominous leaf, - They shall throw down the Book, and read no more, - Though the best deeds ensue, and all conclude, - That ravell'd the whole story, whose sound heart - (Which should have been) prov'd the most leprous part. - - _Mar._ O! thou confut'st divinely, and thy words - Do fall like rods upon me; but they have - Such silken lines, and silver hooks, that I - Am faster snar'd: my love has ta'en such hold, - That (like two wrestlers) though thou stronger be, - And hast cast me, I hope to pull thee after. - I must, or perish. - - _Dor._ Perish, _Martius_, then; - For I here vow unto the gods, These rocks, - These rocks we see so fix'd, shall be removed, - Made champion field, ere I so impious prove, - To stain my Lords bed with adulterous love. - - _Enter Valerius._ - - _Val._ The gods protect fair _Dorigen_. - - _Dor._ Amen, - From all you wolvish Romanes. [_Exit._ - - _Val._ Ha? what's this? - Still, brother, in your moods? O th[e]n my doubts - Are truths. Have at it: I must try a way - To be resolv'd. - - _Mar._ How strangely dost thou look! what ailst thou? - - _Val._ What ailst thou? - - _Mar._ Why, I 'm mad. - - _Val._ Why, I [a]m madder. _Martius_, draw thy sword, - And lop a villain from the earth; for if - Thou wilt not, on some tree about this place - I'll hang my self; _Valerius_ shall not live - To wound his brothers honor, stain his Countrey, - And branded with ingratitude to all times. - - _Mar._ For what can all this be? - - _Val._ I [a]m in love. - - _Mar._ Why so am I. With whom? ha? - - _Val. Dorigen._ - - _Mar._ With _Dorigen_? how dost thou love her? speak. - - _Val._ Even to the height of lust; and I must have her or else I - die. - - _Mar._ Thou shalt, thou daring Traitor. - On all the confines I have rid my horse, - Was there no other woman for thy choice - But _Dorigen_? Why, villain, she is mine: - She makes me pine thus, sullen, mad, and fool; - 'T is I must have her, or I die. - - _Val._ O all ye gods, - With mercy look on this declining rock - Of valour, and of virtue; breed not up - (From infancie) in honor, to full man, - As you have done him, to destroy: here, strike; - For I have onely search'd thy wound: dispatch; - Far, far be such love from _Valerius_, - So far he scorns to live to be call'd brother - By him that dares own such folly and such vice. - - _Mar._ 'T is truth thou speak'st; but I do hate it: peace, - If heaven will snatch my sword out of my hand, - And put a rattle in it, what can I do? - He that is destin'd to be odious - In his old age, must undergo his fate. - - _Enter Cornelius and Nichodemus._ - - _Corn._ If you do not back me, I shall never do't. - - _Nich._ I warrant you. - - _Corn._ Humh, humh: Sir; my Lord, my Lord. - - _Mart._ Hah? what's the matter? - - _Corn._ Humh; concerning the odd fifty, my Lord, and 't please your - Generality, his Worship, Sir _Nichodemus_. - - _Mar._ What's here? a Pass? you would for _Rome_? you lubbers, doth - one days laziness make ye covet home? away, ye boarish rogues; ye - dogs, away. - - _Enter wife._ - - _Wife._ Oh, oh, oh: - How now man, are you satisfi'd? - - _Corn._ I, I, I: a ---- o' your Corporal; I 'm paid soundly, I was - never better paid in all my life. - - _Wife._ Mar[r]y the gods blessing on his honors heart: you have - done a charitable deed, Sir, many more such may you live to do, - Sir: the gods keep you, Sir, the gods protect you. [_Exit._ - - _Mar._ These peasants mock me sure (_Valerius_) - Forgive my dotage, see my ashes urn'd, - And tell fair _Dorigen_, (she that but now - Left me with this harsh vow, Sooner these rocks - Should be remov'd, then she would yield) that I - Was yet so loving, on her gift to die. - - _Val._ O _Jupiter_ forbid it, Sir, and grant - This my device may certifie thy mind: - You are my brother, nor must perish thus: - Be comforted: think you fair _Dorigen_ - Would yield your wishes, if these envious rocks - By skill could be remov'd, or by fallacie - She made believe so? - - _Mar._ Why, she could not chuse; - The _Athenians_ are religious in their vows, - Above all nations. - - _Val._ Soft, down yonder hill - The Lady comes this way, once more to trie her, - If she persist in obstinacie: by my skill - Learn'd from the old _Caldean_ was my Tutor, - Who train'd me in the _Mathematicks_, I will - So dazle and delude her sight, that she - Shall think this great impossibilitie - Effected by some supernatural means. - Be confident; this engine shall at least, - Till the gods better order, still this brest. [_Exit Valerius._ - - _Mar._ O my best brother, go; and for reward, - Chuse any part o'th' world, I'll give it thee. - O little _Rome_, men say thou art a god; - Thou mightst have got a fitter fool then I. - - _Enter Dorigen._ - - _Dor._ Art thou there, Basilisk? remove thine eyes, - For I'm sick to death with thy infection. - - _Mar._ Yet, yet have mercy on me; save him, Lady, - Whose single arm defends all _Rome_, whose mercie - Hath sav'd thy husband's and thy life. - - _Dor._ To spoil - Our fame and honors? no, my vow is fixt, - And stands, as constant as these stones do, still. - - _Mar._ Then pitie me, ye gods; you onely may - Move her, by tearing these firm stones a way. - - [_Solemn musick._ - - _A mist ariseth, the rocks remove._ - - _Enter Valerius like Mercury, singing._ - - Val. _Martius rejoyce, Jove sends me from above,_ - _His Messenger, to cure thy desperate love;_ - _To shew rash vows c[a]nnot binde destinie:_ - _Lady, behold, the rocks transplanted be._ - _Hard-hearted Dorigen, yield, lest for contempt,_ - _They fix thee here a rock, whence they 're exempt._ - - _Dor._ What strange delusion's this? what Sorcery - Affrights me with these apparitions? - My colder Chastity's nigh turn'd to death. - Hence, lewd Magician; dar'st thou make the gods - Bawds to thy lust; will they do miracles - To further evil? or do they love it now? - Know, if they dare do so, I dare hate them, - And will no longer serve 'em. _Jupiter_, - Thy golden showr, nor thy snow-white Swan, - Had I been _Læda_, or bright _Danae_, - Had bought mine honor. Turn me into stone - For being good, and blush when thou hast done. [_Exit Dorigen._ - - _Enter Valerius._ - - _Mar._ O my _Valerius_, all yet will not do; - Unless I could so draw mine honestie - Down to the lees to be a ravisher; - She calls me witch, and villain. - - _Val._ Patience, Sir, - The gods will punish perjury. Let her breathe - And ruminate on this strange sight. Time decays - The strongest fairest buildings we can finde; - But still _Diana_, fortifie her minde. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Sophocles and Dorigen._ - - _Soph._ Weep not bright _Dorigen_; for thou hast stood - Constant and chaste (it seems 'gainst gods and men) - When rocks and mountains were remov'd. These wonders - Do stupifie my senses. _Martius_, - This is inhumane: was thy sickness lust? - Yet were this truth, why weeps she? Jealous soul, - What dost thou thus suggest? Vows, Magick, Rocks? - Fine tales, and tears. She ne'er complain'd before. - I bade her visit him; she often did, - Had many opportunities. Humh, 'tis naught: O! - No way but this. Come, weep no more, I have ponder'd - This miracle: the anger of the gods, - Thy vow, my love to thee, and _Martius_: - He must not perish, nor thou be forsworn, - Lest worse fates follow us; Go, keep thy oath: - For chaste, and whore, are words of equal length: - But let not _Martius_ know that I consent, - O! I'm pull'd in pieces. - - _Dor._ I? say you so? - I'll meet you in your path. O wretched men! - With all your valour and your learning, bubbles. - Forgive me, _Sophocles_. Yet why kneel I - For pardon, having been but over-diligent, - Like an obedient servant, antedating - My Lords command? Sir, I have often, and already given - This bosom up to his embraces, and - Am proud that my dear Lord is pleas'd with it; - Whose gentle honorable minde I see - Participates even all, his wife and all, - Unto his friend. You are sad, Sir. _Martius_ loves me, - And I love _Martius_ with such ardencie, - As never married couple could: I must - Attend him now. My Lord, when you have need - To use your own wife, pray Sir send for me; - Till then, make use of your Philosophie. [_Exit._ - - _Soph._ Stay, _Dorigen_: O me, inquisitive fool! - Thou that didst order this congested heap - When it was Chaos, 'twixt thy spacious palms - Forming it to this vast rotundie; - Dissolve it now; shuffle the elements, - That no one proper by it self may stand: - Let the sea quench the sun, and in that instant - The sun drink up the sea: day, ne'er come down, - To light me to those deeds that must be done. [_Exit._ - - _Drums and Colours._ - - _Enter Martius, Valerius, Captains and soldiers, at one_ - _door, and Dorigen with Lad[i]es, at another._ - - _Dor._ Hail, General of _Rome_; from _Sophocles_ - That honors _Martius_, _Dorigen_ presents - Her self to be dishonour'd: do thy will; - For _Sophocles_ commands me to obey. - Come, violate all rules of holiness, - And rend the consecrated knot of love. - - _Mar._ Never, _Valerius_, was I blest till now: - Behold the end of all my weary steps, - The prize of all my Battels: leave us all; - Leave us as quick as thought. Thus joy begin, - In zealous love a minutes loss is sin. - - _Val._ Can _Martius_ be so vile? or _Dorigen_? - - _Dor._ Stay, stay, and monster, keep thou further of; - I thought thy brave soul would have much, much loath'd - To have gone on still on such terms as this. - See, thou ungrateful, since thy desperate lust - Nothing can cure but death, I'll die for thee, - Whilst my chaste name lives to posterity. - - _Mar._ Live, live, thou Angel of thy sex: forgive, - Till by those golden tresses thou be'st snatch'd - Alive to Heaven: for thy corruption's - So little, that it cannot suffer death. - Was ever such a woman? O my mirror! - How perfectly thou shew'st me all my faults, - Which now I hate, and when I next attempt thee, - Let all the fires in the _Zodiak_ - Drop on this cursed head. - - _All._ O blest event! - - _Dor._ Rise like the sun again in all his glory, - After a dark Eclipse. - - _Mar._ Never without a pardon. - - _Enter Sophocles, and two or three with him._ - - _Dor._ Sir, you have forgiven your self. - - _Soph._ Behold their impudence: are my words just? - Unthankful man, viper to Arms, and _Rome_ - Thy natural mother; have I warm'd thee here - To corrode ev'n my heart? _Martius_, prepare - To kill me, or be kill'd. - - _Mar._ Why _Sophocles_? - Then prethee kill me; I deserve it highly; - For I have both transgress'd 'gainst men, and gods; - But am repentant now, and in best case - To uncase my soul of this oppressing flesh; - Which, though (Gods witness) nev'r was actually - Injurious to thy wife and thee, yet 't was - Her goodness that restrain'd and held me now: - But take my life, dear friend, for my intent, - Or else forgive it. - - _Val._ By the gods of _Athens_, - These words are true, and all direct again. - - _Soph._ Pardon me, _Dorigen_. - - _Mar._ Forgive me, _Sophocles_, - And _Dorigen_ too, and every one that 's good. - - _Dor._ Rise, noble Roman, belov'd _Sophocles_, - Take to thy brest thy friend. - - _Mar._ And to thy heart - Thy matchless wife: Heaven has not stuff enough - To make another such: for if it could, - _Martius_ would marry too. For thy blest sake - (O thou infinitie of excellence) - Henceforth in mens discourse _Rome_ shall not take - The wall of _Athens_, as 'tofore. But when - In their fair honors we to speak do come, - We'll say 'T was so in _Athens_, and in _Rome_. - - [_Exeun[t] in pomp._ - - _Diana descends._ - - Diana. _Honor set ope thy gates, and with thee bring_ - _My servant and thy friend, fair_ Dorigen_:_ - _Let her triumph, with her, her Lord, and friend,_ - _Who, though misled, still honor was their end_. [Flourish. - - _Enter the Shew of_ Honors Triumph; _a great flourish of Trumpets - and Drums within; Then enter a noise of Trumpets sounding - cheerfully. Then follows an armed Knight bearing a Crimson - Banneret in hand, with the inscription_ Valour: _by his side - a Lady, bearing a Watchet Banneret, the inscription_ Clemencie: - _next_ Martius _and_ Sophocles _with Coronets. Next, two - Lad[i]es, one bearing a white Banneret, the inscription_ Chastity: - _the other a black, the inscription_ Constancie. _Then_ Dorigen - _crown'd. Last, a Chariot drawn by two Moors, in it a Person - crown'd, with a Scepter: on the top, in an antick Scutcheon, is - written_ Honor. _As they pass over_, Diana _ascends_. - - _Rinald._ How like you it? - - _Frig._ Rarely; so well, I would they would do it again. How many - of our wives now adays would deserve to triumph in such a Chariot? - - _Rinald._ That's all one; you see they triumph in Caroches. - - _Frig._ That they do, by the mass; but not all neither; many of - them are content with Carts. But Seignior, I have now found out a - great absurditie i'faith. - - _Rinald._ What was 't? - - _Frig._ The Prologue presenting four Triumphs, made but three legs - to the King: a three-legged Prologue, 't was monstrous. - - _Rinald._ 'T had been more monstrous to have had a four-legg'd one. - Peace, the King speaks. - - _Em._ Here was a woman, _Isabel._ - - _Isa._ I, my Lord, - But that she told a lye to vex her husband; - Therein sh[e] fail'd. - - _Em._ She serv'd him well enough; - He that was so much man, yet would be cast - To jealousie for her integrity. - This teacheth us, the passion of love - Can fight with Soldiers, and with Scholars too. - - _Isa._ In _Martius_, clemencie and valour shown, - In the other, courage and humanitie; - And therefore in the Triumph they were usher'd - By clemencie and valour. - - _Em._ Rightly observ'd, - As she by chastitie and constancie; - What hurt's now in a Play, against which some rail - So vehemently? thou and I, my love, - Make excellent use methinks: I learn to be - A lawful lover void of jealousie, - And thou a constant wife. Sweet Poetry's - A flower, where men, like Bees and Spiders, may - Bear poison, or else sweets and Wax away. - Be venom-drawing Spiders they that will; - I'll be the Bee, and suck the honey still. [_Flourish._ - - _Cupid descends._ - - Cupid. _Stay, clouds, ye rack too fast: bright Phœbus see,_ - _Honor has triumph'd with fair Chastity:_ - _Give Love now leave, in purity to shew_ - _Unchaste affe[ct]ions flie not from his bowe._ - _Produce the sweet example of your youth._ - _Whilst I provide a Triumph for your Truth._ [Flourish. - - _Enter Violanta (with childe) and Gerrard._ - - _Viol._ Why does my _Gerr[a]rd_ grieve? - - _Ger._ O my sweet Mistris, - 'Tis not life (which by our _Milain_ law - My fact hath forfeited) makes me thus pensive; - That I would lose to save the little finger - Of this your noble burthen, from least hurt, - Because your blood is in't. But since your love - Made poor incompatible me the parent, - (Being we are not married) your dear blood - Falls under the same cruel penalty; - And can Heaven think fit ye die for me? - For Heavens sake say I ravisht you, I'll swear it, - To keep your life, and repute unstain'd. - - _Viol._ O _Gerrard_, th' art my life and faculties: - And if I lose thee, I'll not keep mine own; - The thought of whom, sweetens all miseries. - Wouldst have me murder thee beyond thy death? - Unjustly scandal thee with ravishment? - It was so far from rape, that Heaven doth know, - If ever the first Lovers, ere they fell, - Knew simply in the state of innocence, - Such was this act, this, that doth ask no blush. - - _Ger._ O! but my rarest _Violanta_, when - My Lord _Randulpho_ brother to you[r] father, - Shall understand this, how will he exclaim, - That my poor Aunt, and me, which his free alms - Hath nurs'd, since _Millain_ by the Duke of _Mantua_ - (Who now usurps it) was surpriz'd? that time - My father and my mother were both slain, - With my Aunts husband, as she says, their states - Despoil'd and seiz'd; 'tis past my memory, - But thus she told me: onely thus I know, - Since I could understand, your honor'd Uncle - Hath given me all the liberal education, - That his own son might look for, had he one; - Now will he say, Dost thou requite me thus? - O! the thought kills me. - - _Viol._ Gentle, gentle _Gerrard_, - Be cheer'd, and hope the best. My mother, father, - And uncle love me most indulgently, - Being the onely branch of all their stocks: - But neither they, nor he thou wouldst not grieve - With this unwelcom news, shall ever hear - _Violanta_'s tongue reveal, much less accuse - _Gerrard_ to be the father of his own; - I'll rather silent die, that thou maist live - To see thy little of-spring grow and thrive. - - _Enter Dorothea._ - - _Dor._ Mistris, away, your Lord and father seeks you; - I'll convey _Gerrard_ out at the back door; - He has found a husband for you, and insults - In his invention, little thinking you - Have made your own choice, and possest him too. - - _Viol._ A husband? 't mus[t] be _Gerrard_, or my death. - Fare well; be onely true unto thy self, - And know Heavens goodness shall prevented be, - Ere worthiest _Gerrard_ suffer harm for me. - - _Ger._ Fare well, my life and soul. Aunt, to your counsel - I flee for aid. O unexpressible love! thou art - An undigested heap of mixt extremes, - Whose pangs are wakings, and whose pleasures dreams. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter Benvoglio, Angelina, Ferdinand._ - - _Ben._ My _Angelina_, never didst thou yet - So please me, as in this consent; and yet - Thou hast pleas'd me well, I swear, old wench: ha, ha. - _Ferdinand_, she's thine own; thou'st have her, boy, - Ask thy good Lady else. - - _Ferd._ Whom shall I have, Sir? - - _Ben._ Whom d' ye think, ifaith? - - _Angel._ Ghess. - - _Ferd._ Noble Madam, - I may hope (prompted by shallow merit) - Through your profound grace, for your chamber-maid. - - _Ben._ How 's that? how 's that? - - [_Ferd._ Her chamber-maid, my Lord. - - _Ben._] Her chamber-pot, my Lord. You modest ass, - Thou never shew'dst thy self an ass till now. - 'Fore Heaven I am angrie with thee. Sirha, sirha, - This whitmeat spirit's not yours, legitimate, - Advance your hope, and 't please you: ghess again. - - _Ang._ And let your thoughts flee higher: aim them right; - Sir, you may hit, you have the fairest white. - - _Ferd._ If I may be so bold then, my good Lord, - Your favour doth encourage me to aspire - To catch my Ladyes Gentlewoman. - - _Ben._ Where? - Where would you catch her? - Do you know my daughter _Violanta_, Sir? - - _Ang._ Well said: no more about the bush. - - _Ferd._ My good Lord, - I have gaz'd on _Violanta_, and the stars, - Whose Heavenly influence I admir'd, not knew, - Nor ever was so sinful to believe - I might attain 't. - - _Ben._ Now you are an ass again; - For if thou ne'er attain'st, 't is onely long - Of that faint heart of thine, which never did it. - She is your Lords heir, mine, _Benvoglio_'s heir, - My brothers too, _Randulpho_'s; her descent - Not behinde any of the _Millanois_. - And _Ferdinand_, although thy parentage - Be unknown, thou know'st that I have bred thee up - From five yeers old, and (do not blush to hear it) - Have found thy wisdom, trust, and fair success - So full in all my affa[ir]s, that I am fitter - To call thee Master, then thou me thy Lord. - Thou canst not be but sprung of gentlest blood; - Thy minde shines thorow thee, like the radiant sun, - Although thy body be a beauteous cloud. - Come, seriously this is no flatterie, - And well thou know'st it, though thy modest blood - Rise like the morning in thy cheek to hear 't. - Sir, I can speak in earnest: Vertuous service, - So meritorious, _Ferdinand_, as yours, - (Yet bashful still, and silent?) should extract - A fuller price then impudence exact: - And this is now the wages it must have; - My daughter is thy wife, my wealth thy slave. - - _Ferd._ Good Madam pinch; I sleep: does my Lord mock, - And you assist? Custom's inverted quite; - For old men now adays do flout the young. - - _Ben._ Fetch _Violanta_. As I intend this - Religiously, let my soul finde joy or pain. [_Exit Angelina._ - - _Ferd._ My honor'd Lord and Master, if I hold - That worth could merit such felicitie, - You bred it in me, and first purchas'd it; - It is your own: and what productions - In all my faculties my soul begets, - Your very mark is on: you need not add - Rewards to him, that is in [d]ebt to you: - You sav'd my life, Sir, in the Massacre; - There you begot me new, since foster'd me. - O! can I serve to[o] much, or pray for you? - Alas, 'tis slender paiment to your bountie. - Your daughter is a paradice, and I - Unworthie to be set there; you may chuse - The royalst seeds of _Milain_. - - _Ben._ Prethee peace, - Thy goodness makes me weep; I am resolv'd: - I am no Lord o' th' time, to tie my blood - To sordid muck; I have enough: my name, - My [s]tate and honors I will store in thee, - Whose wisdom will rule well, keep and increase: - A knave or fool, that could confer the like, - Would bate each hour, diminish every day. - Thou art her price-lot th[e]n, drawn out by fate; - An honest wise man is a Princes mate. - - _Ferd._ Sir, Heaven and you have over-charg'd my brest - With grace beyond my continence; I shall burst: - The blessing you have given me (witness Saints) - I would not change for _Millain_. But, my Lord, - Is she prepar'd? - - _Ben._ What needs Preparative, - Where such a Cordial is prescrib'd as thou? - Thy person and thy virtues in one scale, - Shall poize hers, with her beautie and her wealth; - If not, I add my will unto thy weight; - Thy mother's with her now. Son, take my keys, - And let this prepar[a]tion for this Marriage, - (This welcome Marriage) long determin'd here, - Be quick, and gorgeous.--_Gerrard._ - - _Enter Gerrard._ - - _Ger._ My good Lord, - My Lord, your brother craves your conference - Instantly, on affairs of high import. - - _Ben._ Why, what news? - - _Ger._ The Tyrant, my good Lord, - Is sick to death of his old Apoplexie, - Whereon the States advise, that Letters-missive - Be straight dispatcht to all the neighbour-Countreys, - And Schedules too divulg'd on every post, - To enquire the lost Duke forth: their purpose is - To re-instate him. - - _Ben._ 'Tis a pious deed. - _Ferdinand_, to my daughter: this delay - (Though to so good a purpose) angers me; - But I'll recover it. Be secret, son. - Go woo with truth and expedition. [_Exit._ - - _Ferd._ O my unsounded joy! how fares my _Gerrard_, - My noble twin-friend? fie, thy l[oo]k is heavie, - Sullen, and sowre; blanch it: didst thou know - My cause of joy, thou 'ldst never sorrow more, - I know thou lov'st me so, How dost thou? - - _Ger._ Well, - Too well: my fraught of health my sickness is; - In life, I am dead; by living dying still. - - _Ferd._ What sublunary mischief can predominate - A wise man thus? or doth thy friendship play - (In this antipathous extreme) with mine, - Lest gladness suffocate me? I, I, I do feel - My spirit's turn'd to fire, my blood to air, - And I am like a purifi'd essence - Tri'd from all drossie parts. - - _Ger._ Were 't but my life, - The loss were sacrific'd; but virtue - Must for me be slain, and innocence made dust. - - _Ferd._ Fare well good _Gerrard_. - - _Ger._ Dearest friend, stay. - - _Ferd._ Sad thoughts are no companions for me now, - Much less sad words: thy bosom bindes some secret, - Which do not trust me with; for mine retains - Another, which I must conceal from thee. - - _Ger._ I would reveal it: 't is a heavie tale: - Canst thou be true, and secret still? - - _Ferd._ Why, friend? - If you continue true unto your self, - I have no means of falshood. Lock this door; - Come, yet your prisoner's sure. - - _Ger._ Stay, _Ferdinand_. - - _Ferd._ What is this trouble? Love? - Why, thou art capable of any woman. - Doth want oppress thee? I will lighten thee: - Hast thou offended law? My Lord and thine, - And I, will save thy life. Does servitude - Upbraid thy freedom, that she suffers it? - Have patience but three days, and I will make thee - Thy Lords companion. Can a friend do more? - - _Ger._ Lend me the means. How can this be? - - _Ferd._ First let this Cabinet keep your pawn, and I will trust: - Yet for the form of satisfaction, - Take this my Oath to boot. By my presum'd - Gentrie, and sacred known Christianitie, - I'll die, ere I reveal thy trust. - - _Ger._ Then hear it. - Your Lords fair daughter _Violanta_ is - My betrothed wife, goes great with childe by me; - And by this deed both made a pr[e]y to Law. - How may I save her life? advise me, friend. - - _Ferd._ What did he say? _Gerrard_, whose voice was that? - O death unto my heart, bane to my soul! - My wealth is vanish'd like the rich mans store: - In one poor minute all my daintie fare - But jugling dishes; my fat hope, despair. - - _Ger._ Is this so odious? where's your mirth? - - _Ferd._ Why thou - Hast robb'd me of it. _Gerrard_, draw thy sword; - And if thou lov'st my Mistris chastitie, - Defend it, else I'll cut it from thy heart, - Thy theevish heart that stole it, and restore 't, - Do miracles to gain her. - - _Ger._ Was she thine? - - _Ferd._ Never, but in my wish, and her fathers vow, - Which now he left with me, on such sure terms; - He call'd me son, and will'd me to provide - My Wedding-preparation. - - _Ger._ Strange. - - _Ferd._ Come, let's - Kill one another quickly. - - _Ger. Ferdinand_, my love is old to her, thine new begot: - I have not wrong'd thee; think upon thine Oath. - - _Ferd._ It manacles me, _Gerrard_, else this hand - Should bear thee to the Law. Fare well for ever: - Since friendship is so fatal, never more - Will I have friend: thou hast put so sure a plea, - That all my weal's litigious made by thee. - - _Ger._ I did no crime to you. His love transports him; - And yet I mourn, that cruel destinie - Should make us two thus one anothers cross: - We have lov'd since boys; for the same time cast him - On Lord _Benvoglio_, that my Aunt and I - Were succour'd by _Randulpho_: men have call'd us - The parallels of _Millain_; and some said - We were not much unlike. O Heaven divert, - That we should (ever since that time) be breeding - Mutual destruction. - - _Enter Dorothea._ - - _Dor._ O where are you? you have made a fair hand. By ---- yonder - is your Aunt with my Lady; she came in, just as she was wooing - your Mistris for another; and what did me she, but out with her - purse, and shew'd all the naked truth, ifaith. Fie upon you, you - should never trust an old woman with a secret; they cannot hold; - they cannot hold so well as we, and you'ld hang 'em. First, there - was swearing and staring, then there was howling and weeping, and O - my daughter, and O my mother. - - _Ger._ The effect, the effect. - - _Dor._ Marry no way, but one with you. - - _Ger._ Why welcom. Shall she scape? - - _Dor._ Nay, she has made her scape already. - - _Ger._ Why, is she gone? - - _Dor._ The scape of her virginitie, I mean. - You men are as dull, you can conceive nothing; - You think it is enough to beget. - - _Ger._ I; but surely, _Dorothea_, that scap'd not; - Her maiden-head suffer'd. - - _Dor._ And you were the Executioner. - - _Ger._ But what's the event? lord, how thou starv'st me, _Doll_! - - _Dor._ Lord how thou starv'st me, _Doll_? By ---- I would fain see - you cry a little. Do you stand now, as if you could get a child? - Come, I'll rack you no more: This is the heart of the business: - always provided, Signior, that if it please the fates to make you - a Lord, you be not proud, nor forget your poor handmaid _Doll_, - who was partly accessary to the incision of this _Holofernian_ - Maidenhead. - - _Ger._ I will forget my name first. Speak. - - _Dor._ Then thus; My Lady knows all; her sorrow is reasonably - well digested; has vow'd to conceal it from my Lord, till delay - ripen things better; Wills you to attend her this evening at the - back gate; I'll let you in; where her own Confessor shall put you - together lawfully, e'r the child be born; which birth is very near, - I can assure you: all your charge is your vigilance; and to bring - with you some trusty Nurse, to convey the Infant out of the house. - - _Ger._ Oh beam of comfort, take! go, tell my Lady - I pray for her as I walk: my joys so flow, - That what I speak or do, I do not know. [_Exeunt._ - - Dumb Shew. - - _Enter_ Violanta _at one door, we[e]ping, supported by_ Cornelia - _and a Frier; at another door_, Angelina _weeping, attended - by_ Dorothea. Violanta _kneels down for pardon_. Angelina - _shewing remorse, takes her up, and cheers her; so doth_ - Cornelia. Angelina _sends_ Dorothea _for_ Gerrard. _Enter_ - Gerrard _with_ Dorothea: Angelina _and_ Cornelia _seem to_ - _chide him, shewing_ Violanta's _heavy plight_: Violanta - _rejoyceth in him: he makes signes of sorrow, intreating - pardon_: Angelina _brings_ Gerrard _and_ Violanta _to the - Frier; he joyns them hand in hand, takes a Ring from_ - Gerrard, _puts it on_ Violanta's _finger; blesseth them_; - Gerrard _kisseth her: the Frier takes his leave_. Violanta - _makes shew of great pain, is instantly conveyed in by the - Women_, Gerrard _is bid stay; he walks in meditation, seeming - to pray. Enter_ Dorothea, _whispers him, sends him out. Enter_ - Gerrard _with a Nurse blindfold; gives her a purse. To them - Enter_ Angelina _and_ Cornelia _with an Infant; they present - it to_ Gerrard; _he kisseth and blesseth it; puts it into - the Nurses arms, kneels, and takes his leave_. Exeunt _all - severally_. - - _Enter_ Benvoglio _and_ Randulpho. - - _Ben._ He's dead, you say then. - - _Rand._ Certainly: and to hear - The people now dissect him now he's gone, - Makes my ears burn, that lov'd him not: such Libels, - Such Elegies and Epigrams they have made, - More odious than he was. Brother, great men - Had need to live by love, meting their deeds - With virtues rule; sound, with the weight of judgement, - Their privat'st action: for though while they live - Their power and policie masque their villanies, - Their bribes, their lust, pride, and ambition, - And make a many slaves to worship 'em, - That are their flatterers, and their bawds in these: - These very slaves shall, when these great beasts dye, - Publish their bowels to the vulgar eye. - - _Ben._ 'Fore Heaven 'tis true. But is _Rinaldo_ (brother) our good - Duke, heard of living? - - _Rand._ Living, Sir, and will be shortly with the Senate: has - Been close conceal'd at _Mantua_, and reliev'd: - But what's become of his? no tidings yet? - But brother, till our good Duke shall arrive, - Carry this news, here. Where's your _Ferdinand_? - - _Ben._ Oh busie, Sir, about this marriage: - And yet my Girl o'th' suddain is fall'n sick: - You'll see her e'r you go? - - _Rand._ Yes; well I love her; - And yet I wish I had another daughter - To gratifie my _Gerrard_, who (by ----) - Is all the glory of my family, - But has too much worth to [l]ive so obscure; - I'll have him Secretary of Estate - Upon the Dukes return: for credit me, - The value of that Gentleman's not known; - His strong abilities are fit to guide - The whole Republique: he hath Learning, youth, - Valour, discretion, honesty of a Saint; - His Aunt is wondrous good too. - - _Enter_ Violanta _in a bed_; Angelina _and_ Dorothea - _sitting by her_. - - _Ben._ You have spoke - The very character of _Ferdinand_: - One is the others mirror. How now, Daughter? - - _Rand._ How fares my Neece? - - _Viol._ A little better, Uncle, then I was, - I thank you. - - _Rand._ Brother, a meer cold. - - _Angel._ It was a cold and heat, I think: but Heaven be thanked - We have broken that away. - - _Ben._ And yet, _Violanta_, - You'll lie alone still, and you see what's got. - - _Dor._ Sure, Sir, when this was got, she had a bed-fellow. - - _Rand._ What has her chollick left her in her belly? - - _Dor._ 'T has left her, but she has had a sore fit. - - _Rand._ I, that same Collick and Stone's inherent to us - O' th' womans side: our Mothers had them both. - - _Dor._ So has she had, Sir. How these old fornicators talk! she had - more - Need of Mace-Ale, and Rhenish-wine Caudles, heaven knows, - Then your aged Discipline. - - _Ben._ Say? - - _Enter_ Ferdinand. - - _Ang._ She will have the man; and on recovery - Will wholly be dispos'd by you. - - _Ben._ That's my wench: - How now? what change is this? why _Ferdinand_, - Are these your Robes of joy should be indu'd? - Doth _Hymen_ wear black? I did send for you - To have my honorable Brother witness - The Contract I will make 'twixt you and her. - Put off all doubt; she loves ye? what d' ye say? - - _Rand._ Speak man, Why look you so distractedly? - - _Ferd._ There are your keys, [Sir:] I'll no Contract[s, I] - Divinest _V[i]olanta_, I will serve you - Thus on my knees, and pray for you: _Juno, Lucina fer opem_. - My inequality ascends no higher: - I dare not marry you. - - _Ben._ How's this? - - _Ferd._ Good night, - I have a friend has almost made me mad: - I weep sometimes, and instantly can laugh: - Nay, I do dance, and sing, and suddenly - Roar like a storm. Strange tricks these, are they not? - And wherefore all this? Shall I tell you? no, - Thorow mine ears, my heart a plague hath caught, - And I have vow'd to keep it close, not shew - My grief to any; for it has no cure. - On, wandring steps, to some remote place move: - I'll keep my vow, though I have lost my Love. [_Exit._ - - _Ben._ 'Fore heaven, distracted for her! fare you well: - I'll watch his steps; for I no joy shall find, - Till I have found his cause, and calm'd his mind. [_Exit._ - - [_Rand._] He's overcome with joy. - - _Ang[e]l._ 'Tis very strange. - - _Rand._ Well, Sister, I must leave you; the time's busie. - _Violanta_, chear you up; and I pray Heaven - Restore each to their love, and health again. [_Exit._ - - _Viol._ Amen, Great Uncle. Mother, what a chance - Unluckily is added to my woe, - In this young Gentleman! - - _Ang[e]l._ True, _Violanta_: - It grieves me much. _Doll_, go you instantly, - And find out _Gerrard_; tell him his friends hap, - And let him use best means to comfort him; - But as his life preserve this secret still. - - _Viol._ Mother, I'ld not offend you: might not _Gerrard_ - Steal in, and see me in the evening? - - _Angel._ Well, - Bid him do so. - - _Viol._ Heavens blessing o' your heart. - Do ye not call Child-bearing, Travel, Mother? - - _Angel._ Yes. - - _Viol._ It well may be, The bare-foot traveller - That's born a Prince, and walks his pilgrimage, - Whose tender feet kiss the remorseless stones - Only, ne'er felt a travel like to it. - Alas, dear Mother, you groan'd thus for me, - And yet how disobedient have I been! - - _Angel._ Peace, _Violanta_, thou hast always been - Gentle and good. - - _Viol. Gerrard_ is better, Mother: - Oh if you knew the implicite innocency - Dwells in his brest, you'ld love him like your Prayers. - I see no reason but my Father might - Be told the truth, being pleas'd for _Ferdinand_ - To wooe himself: and _Gerard_ ever was - His full comparative: my Uncle loves him, - As he loves _Ferdinand_. - - _Angel._ No, not for the world, - Since his intent is cross'd: lov'd _Ferdinand_ - Thus ruin'd, and a child got out of wedlock: - His madness would pursue ye both to death. - - _Viol._ As you please (mother:) I am now, methinks, - Even in the land of ease; I'll sleep. - - _Angel._ Draw in - The bed nearer the fire: silken rest, - Tie all thy cares up. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Ferdinand _and_ Benvoglio _privately after him_. - - _Ferd._ Oh blessed solitude! here my grief[s] may speak; - And sorrow, I will argue with thee now: - Nothing will keep me company: the flowers - Die at my moan; the gliding silver streams - Hasten to flee my lamentations; - The air rolls from 'em; and the Golden Sun - Is smother'd pale as _Phœbe_ with my sighs: - Only the earth is kind, that stays. Then earth, - To thee will I complain. Why do the Heavens - Impose upon me Love, what I can ne'er enjoy? - Before fruition was impossible, - I did not thirst it. _Gerrard_, she is thine, - Seal'd and deliver'd; but 'twas ill to stain - Her virgin state, e'r ye were married. - Poor Infant, what's become of thee? thou know'st not - The woe thy parents brought thee t[o]. Dear earth, - Bury this close in thy sterility; - Be barren to this seed, let it not grow; - For if it do, 'twill bud no Violet - Nor Gillyflower, but wild Brier, or rank Rue, - Unsavory and hurtful. - - _Ben. Ferdinand_, - Thy steel hath digg'd the Earth, thy words my Heart. - - _Ferd._ Oh! I have violated faith, betraid - My friend and innocency. - - _Ben._ Desperate youth, - Violate not thy soul too: I have showers - For thee, young man; but _Gerrard_ flames for thee. - Was thy base pen made to dash out mine honor, - And prostitute my Daughter? Bastard, whore, - Come, turn thy femal tears into revenge, - Which I will quench my thirst with, e'r I see - Daughter, or Wife, or branded Family. - By ---- both dye: and for amends, - _Ferd'nando_ be my heir. I'll to my brother, - First tell him all, then to the Duke for justice: - This morning he's receiv'd. Mountains nor Seas - Shall bar my flight to vengeance: the foul stain - Printed on me, thy bloud shall rinse again. [_Exit._ - - _Ferd._ I have transgress'd all goodness, witlesly - Rais'd mine own curs[es] from posterity: - I'll follow, to redress in what I may; - If not, your heir can dye as well as they. [_Exit._ - - Dumb Shew. - - _Enter_ Duke Rinaldo _with Attendants, at one door; States_, - Randulpho, _and_ Gerrard, _at another: they kneel to the Duke,_ - _he accepts their obedience, and raises them up: they prefer_ - Gerrard _to the Duke, who entertains him: they seat the Duke_ - _in State. Enter_ Benvoglio _and_ Ferdinand: Benvoglio _kneels - for justice_; Ferd. _seems to restrein him._ Benvog. _gives_ - _the Duke a paper; Duke reads, frowns on_ Gerr. _shews the - paper to the States, they seem sorry, consult, cause the_ - _Guard to apprehend him; they go off with him. Then_ Rand. - _and_ Benv. _seem to crave justice; Duke vows it, and_ exit - _with his attendants._ Rand. Ben. _and_ Ferd. _confer. Enter to - them_ Cornelia _with two servants; she seems to expostulate_, - Rand. _in scorn, causeth her to be thrust out poorly._ Exit - Rand. Benv. _beckons_ Ferd. _to him (with much seeming - passion) swears him; then stamps with his foot. Enter_ - Dorothea _with a Cup, weeping, she delivers it to_ Ferd. _who - with discontent_ exit; _and_ exeunt Benvoglio _and_ Dorothea. - - _Enter_ Violanta. - - _Viol. Gerrard_ not come? nor _Dorothy_ return'd? - What averse star rul'd my Nativity? - The time to night has been as dilatory - As languishing Consumptions. But till now - I never durst say, my _Gerrard_ was unkind. - Heaven grant all things go well; and nothing does, - If he be ill, which I much fear: my dreams - Have been portentous. I did think I saw - My Love araid for battel with a beast, - A hideous Monster, arm'd with teeth and claws, - Grinning, and venemous, that sought to make - Both us a prey: on's tail wa[s] lash'd in bloud - _Law_: and his forehead I did plainly see - Held Characters that spell'd _Authority_. - This rent my slumbers; and my fearful soul - Ran searching up and down my dismaid breast, - To find a Port t'escape. Good faith, I am cold; - But _Gerrard_'s love is colder: here I'll sit, - And think my self away. - - _Enter_ Ferdinand _with a Cup and a Letter_. - - _Ferd._ The peace of Love - Attend the sweet _Violanta_: Read, - For the sad news I bring, I do not know; - Only I am sworn to give you that, and this. - - _Viol._ Is it from _G[e]rrard_? gentle _Ferdinand_, - How glad am I to see you thus well restor'd! - In troth he never wrong'd you in his life, - Nor I, but always held fair thoughts of you, - Knew not my Fathers meaning, till of late; - Could never have known it soon enough: for Sir, - _Gerrard_'s, and my affection began - In infancy: My Uncle brought him oft - In long coats hither; you were such another; - The little boy would kiss me, being a child, - And say, he lov'd me; give me all his toys, - Bracelets, Rings, Sweet-meats, all his Rosie-smiles: - I then would stand, and stare upon his eyes, - Play with his locks, and swear I lov'd him too; - For sure, methought, he was a little Love, - He woo'd so prettily in innocence, - That then he warm'd my fancy; for I felt - A glimmering beam of Love kindle my bloud, - Both which, time since hath made a flame and floud. - - _Fer._ Oh gentle innocent! methinks it talks - Like a child still, whose white simplicity - Never arriv'd at sin. Forgive me, Lady, - I have destroy'd _Gerrard_, and thee; rebell'd - Against Heavens Ordinance; dis-pair'd two Doves, - Made 'em sit mourning; slaughter'd Love, and cleft - The heart of all integrity. This breast - Was trusted with the secret of your vow - By _Gerrard_, and reveal'd it to your Father. - - _Viol._ Hah! - - _Ferd._ Read, and curse me. - - _Viol._ Neither: I will never - Nor Write, nor Read again. - - _Ferd._ My pennance be it. - Reads. _Your Labyrinth is found, your Lust proclaim'd._ - - _Viol._ Lust? Humh: - My Mother sure felt none, when I was got. - - _Fer. I and the Law implacably offend[e]d._ - Gerrard's _imprison'd, and to dye_. - - _Viol._ Oh Heaven! - - _Ferd. And you to suffe[r] with reproach and scoffs_ - _A publick execution; I have sent you_ - _An Antidote 'gainst shame, poison; by him_ - _You have most wrong'd: give him your penitent tears._ - - _Viol._ Humh: 'tis not truth. - - _Ferd. Drink, and farewel for ever:_ - _And though thy whoredom blemish thy whol[e] line,_ - _Prevent the Hangmans stroke, and die like mine._ - - _Viol._ Oh woe is me for _Gerrard_: I have brought - Confusion on the noblest Gentleman - That ever truly lov'd. But we shall meet - Where our condemners shall not, and enjoy - A more refin'd affection than here; - No Law, nor Father hinders marriage there - 'Twixt souls Divinely affi'd, as (sure) ours were: - There we will multiply, and generate joyes - Like fruitful Parents. Luckless _Ferdinand_, - Where's the good old Gentlewoman, my Husbands Aunt? - - _Ferd._ Thrust from you Uncle [t]o all poverty. - - _Viol._ Alas the pi[t]y: reach me, Sir, the cup; - I'll say my prayers, and take my Fathers Physick. - - _Ferd._ Oh villain that I was, I had forgot - To spill the rest, and am unable now - To stir to hinder her. - - _Viol._ What ail you, Sir? - - _Ferd._ Your Father is a monster, I a villain, - This tongue has kill'd you, pardon, _Violant[a]_, - Oh pardon, _Gerrard_; and for sacrifice, - Accept my life, to expiate my fault. - I have drunk up the poison. - - _Viol._ Thou art not so - Uncharitable: a better fellow far, - Thou'st left me halfe. Sure death is now a-dry, - And calls for more bloud still to quench his thirst. - I pledge thee _Ferdinand_, to _Gerrards_ health: - Dear _Gerrard_, poor Aunt, and unfortunate friend, - Ay me, that Love should breed true Lovers end. - - _Fer._ Stay Madam, stay; help hoa, for Heavens sake help; - Improvident man, that good I did intend - For satisfaction, saving of her life, - My equal cruel Stars made me forget. - - _Enter_ Angelina _with two Servants_. - - _Ang._ What spectacle of death assaults me? oh! - - _Viol._ M[y] dearest Mother, I am dead, I leave - Father, and friends, and life, to follow Love. - Good Mother, love my Child, that did no ill. - Fie, how men lie, that say, death is a pain: - Or has he chang'd his nature? like soft sleep - He seizes me. Your blessing. Last, I crave, - That I may rest by _Gerrard_ in his grave. - - _Ferd._ There lay me too: oh! noble Mistriss, I - Have caus'd all this; and therefore justly dye. - That key will open all. - - _Ang._ Oh viperous Father! - For Heavens sake, bear 'em in: run for Physitians, - And Medicines quickly: Heaven, thou shalt not have her - Yet; 'tis too soon: Alas, I have no more, - And taking her away, thou rob'st the poor. [_Exeunt._ - Flourish. - - _Enter_ Duke, States, Randulpho, Benvoglio, - Gerrard, Executioner, Guard. - - _Duke._ The Law, as greedy as your red desire - _Benvoglio_, hath cast this man: 'Tis pity - So many excellent parts are swallow'd up - In one foul wave. Is _Violanta_ sent for? - Our Justice must not lop a branch, and let - The body grow still. - - _Ben._ Sir, she will be here - Alive or dead, I am sure. - - _[G]er._ How chearfully my countenance comments death! - That which makes men seem horrid, I will wear - Like to an Ornament. Oh _Violanta_! - Might my life only satisfie the Law, - How jocundly my soul would enter Heaven! - Why shouldst thou dye? thou wither'st in thy bud, - As I have seen a Rose, e'er it was blown. - I do beseech your Grace, the Statute may - (In this case made) be read: not that I hope - T'extenuate my offence or penalty, - But to see whether it lay hold on her. - And since my death is more exemplary - Than just, this publick Reading will advise - Caution to others. - - _Duke._ Read it. - - _Ran._ Brother, does not - Your soul groan under this severity? - - Statute read. - - _A Statute provided in case of unequal Matches, Marriages against - Parents consent, stealing of Heirs, Rapes, Prostitutions, and - such like: That if any person meanly descended, or ignorant of - his own Parentage, which implies as much, shall with a foul - intent, unlawfully sollicite the Daughter of any Peer of the - Dukedom, he shall for the same offence forfeit his right hand: - but if he further prostitute her to his Lust, he shall first - have his right hand cut off, and then suffer death by the common - Executioner. After whom, the Lady so offending, shall likewise - the next day, in the same manner, dye for the Fact._ - - _Ger._ This Statute has more cruelty than sense: - I see no ray of Mercy. Must the Lady - Suffer death too? suppose she were inforc'd, - By some confederates born away, and ravish'd; - Is she not guiltless? - - _Duke._ Yes, if it be prov'd. - - _Ger._ This case is so: I ravish'd _Violanta_. - - _State._ Who ever knew a Rape produce a child? - - _Ben._ Pish, these are idle. Will your grace command - The Executioner proceed? - - _Duke._ Your Office. - - _Ger._ Farewell to thy inticing vanity, - Thou round gilt box, that dost deceive man's eye: - The wise man knows, when open thou art broke, - The treasure thou includ'st, is dust and smoke, - Even thus, I cast thee by. My Lords, the Law - Is but the great mans mule, he rides on it, - And tramples poorer men under his feet; - Yet when they come to knock at yon bright Gate, - Ones Rags shall enter, 'fore the others State. - Peace to ye all: here, sirrah, strike: this hand - Hath _Violanta_ kiss'd a thousand times; - It smells sweet ever since: this was the hand - Plighted my faith to her: do not think thou canst - Cut that in sunder with my hand. My Lord, - As free from speck as this arm is, my heart - Is of foul Lust, and every vein glides here - As full of truth. Why does thy hand shake so? - 'Tis mine must be cut off, and that is firm; - For it was ever constant. - - _Enter_ Cornelia. - - _Cor._ Hold; your Sentence - Unjustly is pronounced, my Lord: this blow - Cuts your hand off; for his is none of yours: - But _Violanta_'s given in Holy marriage - Before she was delivered, consummated - With the free Will of her Mother, by her Confessor, - In Lord _Benvoglio_'s house. - - _Ger._ Alas good Aunt, - That helps us nothing; else I had reveal'd it. - - _Duke._ What woman's this? - - _Ben._ A base confederate - In this proceeding, kept of alms long time - By him; who now expos'd to misery, - Talks thus distractedly. Attach her, Guard. - - _Ran._ Your cruelty (brother) will have end. - - _Cor._ You'd best - Let them attach my tongue. - - _Duke._ Good woman, peace: - For were this truth, it doth not help thy Nephew; - The Law's infring'd by their disparity, - That forfeits both their lives. - - _Cor._ Sir, with your pardon, - Had your Grace ever children? - - _Duke._ Thou hast put - A question, whose sharp point toucheth my heart: - I had two little Sons, twins, who were both - (With my good Dutchess) slain, as I did hear; - At that time when my Dukedom was surpriz'd. - - _Cor._ I have heard many say (my gracious Lord) - That I was wondrous like her. - - _All._ Ha? - - _Duke._ By all mans joy, it is _Cornelia_, - My dearest wife. - - _Cor._ To ratifie me her, - Come down, _Alphonso_, one of those two twins, - And take thy Fathers blessing: thou hast broke - No Law, thy birth being above thy wives: - _Ascanio_ is the other, nam'd _Fernando_, - Who by remote means, to my Lord _Benvoglio_ - I got preferr'd; and in poor habits clad, - (You fled, and th' innovation laid again) - I wrought my self into _Randulpho_'s service, - With my eldest boy; yet never durst reveal - What they and I were, no, not to themselves, - Until the Tyrants death. - - _Duke._ My joy has fill'd me - Like a full-winded sail: I cannot speak. - - _Ger._ Fetch _Violanta_ and my brother. - - _Ben._ Run, - Run like a spout, you rogue: a ---- o' poison, - That little whore I trusted, will betray me. - Stay, hangman, I have work for you; there's Gold; - Cut off my head, or hang me presently. - - _Soft Musick._ - - _Enter_ Angelina _with the bodies of_ Ferdinand _and_ Violanta _on - a bier_; Dorothea _carrying the Cup and Letter, which she - gives to the Duke: he reads, seems sorrowful; shews it to_ - Cornelia _and_ Gerrard: _they lament over the bier_. Randulpho - _and_ Benvoglio _seem fearful, and seem to report to_ - Angelina _and_ Dorothea, _what hath passed before_. - - _Ran._ This is your rashness, brother. - - _Duke._ Oh joy, thou wert too great to last; - This was a cruel turning to our hopes, - Unnatural Father: poor _Ascanio_. - - _Ger._ Oh mother! let me be _Gerrard_ again, - And follow _Violanta_. - - _Cor._ Oh my Son-- - - _Duke._ Your lives yet, bloudy men shall answer this. - - _Dor._ I must not see 'em longer grieve. My Lord, - Be comforted; let sadness generally - Forsake each eye and bosom; they both live: - For poison, I infus'd meer _Opium_; - Holding compulsive perjury less sin - Than such a loathed murther would have bin. - - _All._ Oh blessed Ma[iden]. - - _Dor._ Musick, gently creep - Into their ears, and fright hence lazy sleep. - _Morpheus_, command thy servant sleep - In leaden chains no longer keep - This Prince and Lady: Rise, wake, rise, - And round about convey your eyes: - Rise Prince, go greet thy Father and thy Mother; - Rise thou, t'imbrace thy Husband and thy Brother. - - _Duke Cor._ Son, Daughter. - - _Ferd._ Father, Mother, Brother. - - _Ger._ Wife. - - _Viol._ Are we not all in Heaven? - - _Ger._ Faith, very near it. - - _Ferd._ How can this be? - - _Duke._ Hear it. - - _Dor._ If I had serv'd you right, I should have seen - Your old pate off, e'r I had reveald. - - _Ben._ Oh wench! - Oh honest wench! if my wife die, I'll marry thee: - There's my reward. - - _Ferd._ 'Tis true. - - _Duke._ 'Tis very strange. - - _Ger._ Why kneel you honest Master? - - _Ferd._ My good Lord. - - _Ger._ Dear Mother. - - _Duke._ Rise, rise, all are friends: I owe ye - for all their boards: And wench, take thou the man - Whose life thou sav'dst; less cannot pay the merit. - How shall I part my kiss? I cannot: Let - One generally therefore joyn our cheeks. - A pen of Iron, and a leaf of Brass, - To keep this Story to Eternity: - And a _Promethean Wit_. Oh sacred Love, - Nor chance, nor death can thy firm truth remove. [_Exeunt._ - - _King._ Now _Isabella_. [_Flourish._ - - _Isab._ This can true Love do. - I joy they all so happily are pleas'd: - The Ladies and the Brothers must triumph. - - _King._ They do: - For _Cupid_ scorns but t' have his triumph too. [_Flourish._ - - _The_ TRIUMPH. - - _Enter divers Musicians, then certain Singers bearing Bannerets_ - _inscribed, Truth, Loyalty, Patience, Concord: Next_ Gerrard - _and_ Ferdinand _with Garlands of Roses: Then_ Violanta, - _Last, a Chariot drawn by two_ Cupids, _and a_ Cupid _sitting - in it_. [Flourish. - - _Enter_ PROLOGUE. - - _Love, and the strength of fair affection_ - _(Most royal Sir) what long seem'd lost, have won_ - _Their perfect ends, and crown'd those constant hearts_ - _With lasting Triumph, whose most virtuous parts,_ - _Worthy desires, and love, shall never end._ - _Now turn we round the Scæne, and (Great Sir) lend_ - _A sad and serious eye to this of Death,_ - _This black and dismal Triumph; where man's breath,_ - _Desert, and guilty bloud ascend the Stage,_ - _And view the Tyrant, ruind in his rage._ [Exit. - - [Flourish. - - _Enter_ L'avall, Gabriella _and_ Maria. - - _Gab._ No, good my Lord, I am not now to find - Your long neglect of me; All those affections - You came first clad in to my love, like Summer, - Lusty and full of life: all those desires - That like the painted Spring bloom'd round about ye, - Giving the happy promise of an Harvest, - How have I seen drop off, and fall forgotten! - With the least lustre of anothers beauty, - How oft (forgetful Lord) have I been blast[e]d! - Was I so eas'ly won? or did this body - Yield to your false embraces with less labour - Then if you had carried some strong Town? - - _Lav._ Good _Gabriella_. - - _Gab._ Could all your subtilties and sighs betray me. - The vows ye shook me with, the tears ye drown'd me, - Till I came fairly off with honor'd Marriage? - Oh fie, my Lord. - - _Lav._ Prethee good _Gabriella_. - - _Gab._ Would I had never known ye, nor your honors, - They are stuck too full of griefs: oh happy women, - That plant your Love in equal honest bosoms, - Whose sweet desires like Roses set together, - Make one another happy in their blushes, - Growing and dying without sense of greatness, - To which I am a slave! [and] that blest Sacrament - That daily makes millions of happy mothers, link'd me - To this man's Lust alone, there left me. - I dare not say I am his wife, 'tis dangerous: - His Love, I cannot say: alas, how many? - - _Lav._ You grow too warm; pray [ye be] content, you best know, - The times necessity, and how our marriage - Being so much unequal to mine honor, - While the Duke lives, I standing high in favour; - And whilst I keep that safe, next to the Dukedom, - Must not be known, without my utter ruine. - Have patience for a while, and do but dream wench, - The glory of a Dutchess. How she tires me! - How dull and leaden is my appetite - To that stale beauty now! oh, I could curse - And crucifie my self for childish doating - Upon a face that feeds not with fresh Figures - Every fresh hour: she is now a surfet to me. - - _Enter_ Gentille. - - Who's that? _Gentille?_ I charge ye, no acquaintance - You nor your Maid with him, nor no discourse - Till times are riper. - - _Gent._ Fie, my Noble Lord, - Can you be now a stranger to the Court, - When your most virtuous Bride, the beauteous _Hellena_ - Stands ready like a Star to gild your happiness, - When _Hymens_ lusty fires are now a lighting, - And all the Flower of _Anjou_? - - _Lav._ Some few trifles, - For matter of adornment, have a little - Made me so slow, _Gentille_, which now in readiness, - I am for Court immediately. - - _Gent._ Take heed, Sir, - This is no time for trifling, nor she no Lady - To be now entertain'd with toys: 'twill cost ye-- - - _Lav._ Y'are an old Cock, _Gentille_. - - _Gent._ By your Lordships favour. - - _Lav._ Prethee away; 'twill lose time. - - _Gent._ Oh my Lord, - Pardon me that by all means. - - _Lav._ We have business - A-foot man, of more moment. - - _Gent._ Then my manners? - I know none, nor I seek none. - - _Lav._ Take to morrow. - - _Gent._ Even now, by your Lordships leave. Excellent Beauty. - My service here I ever dedicate, - In honor of my best friend, your dead Father, - To you his living virtue, and wish heartily, - That firm affection that made us two happy, - May take as deep undying root, and flourish - Betwixt my Daughter _Casta_, and your goodness, - Who shall be still your servant. - - _Gab._ I much thank ye. - - _Lav._ ---- [o'] this dreaming puppy. Will ye go, Sir? - - _Gent._ A little more, Good Lord. - - _Lav._ Not now, by---- - Come, I must use ye. - - _Gent._ Goodness dwell still with you. [_Exeunt Gentill and Laval._ - - _Gab._ The sight of this old Gentleman, _Maria_, - Pulls to my mine eyes again the living Picture - Of _Perolot_ his virtuous Son, my first Love, - That dy'd at _Orleance_. - - _Mar._ You have felt both fortunes, - And in extreams, poor Lady; for young _Perolot_, - Being every way unable to maintain you, - Durst not make known his love to Friend or Father: - My Lord _Lavall_, being powerful, and you poor, - Will not acknowledge you. - - _Gab._ No more: Let's in wench: - There let my Lute speak my Laments, they have t[ir]ed me. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter two Courtiers._ - - _1 Court._ I grant, the Duke is wondrous provident - In his now planting for succession, - I know his care as honourable in the choice too. - _Marines_ fair virtuous daughter; but what's all this? - To what end excellent arrives this travel, - When he that bears the main roof is so rotten? - - _2 Court._ You have hit it now indeed: For if Fame lye not - He is untemperate. - - _1 Court._ You express him poorly, - Too gentle Sir: the most deboist and barbarous; - Believe it, the most void of all humanity, - Howe'r his cunning, cloak it to his Uncle, - And those his pride depends upon. - - _[2] Court._ I have heard too, - Given excessively to drink. - - _1 Court._ Most certain, - And in that drink most dangerous: I speak these things - To one I know loves truth, and dares not wrong her. - - _2 Court._ You may speak on. - - _1 Court._ Uncertain as the Sea, Sir, - Proud and deceitful as his sins Great Master; - His appetite to Women (for there he carries - His main Sail spread) so boundles, and abominably, - That but to have her name by that tongue spoken, - Poisons the virtue of the purest Virgin. - - _2 Cour._ I am sorry for young _Gabriella_ then, - A Maid reputed, ever of fair carriage, - For he has been noted visiting. - - _1 Court._ She is gone then, - Or any else, that promises, or power, - Gifts, or his guilful vows can work upon, - But these are but poor parcels. - - _2 Court._ 'Tis great pity. - - _1 Court._ Nor want these sins a chief Saint to befriend 'em, - The Devil follows him; and for a truth, Sir, - Appears in visible figure often to him, - At which time he's possest with sudden trances, - Cold deadly sweats, and griping of the conscience, - Tormented strangely, as they say. - - _2 Court._ Heaven turn him: - This marriage-day mayst thou well curse, fair _Hellen_. - But let's go view the ceremony. - - _1 Court._ I'll walk with you. [_Exeunt._ - - [_Musick._ - - _Enter_ Gabriella, _and_ Maria _above_. _And_ Laval, _Bride, - States in solemnity as to marriage; and pass over_; viz. - Duke, Marine, Longaville. - - _Mar._ I hear 'em come. - - _Gab._ Would I might never hear more. - - _Mar._ I told you still: but you were so incredulous. - See, there they kiss. - - _Gab._ Adders be your embraces. - The poison of a rotten heart, oh _Hellen_! - Blast thee as I have been; just such a flattery, - With that same cunning face, that smile upon't, - Oh mark it _Marie_, mark it seriously, - That Master smile caught me. - - _Mar._ There's the old Duke, and - _Marine_ her Father. - - _Gab._ Oh! - - _Mar._ There _Longaville_-- - The Ladies now. - - _Gab._ Oh, [I] am murder'd, _Marie_. - Beast, most inconstant beast. - - _Mar._ There. - - _Gab._ There I am not; - No more I am not there: Hear me, oh Heaven! - And all you powers of Justice bow down to me; - But you of pity dye. I am abus'd, - She that depended on your Providence, - She is abus'd: your honor is abus'd. - That noble piece ye made, and call'd it man, - Is turn'd to Devil: all the world's abus'd: - Give me a womans Will, provok'd to mischief, - A two-edg'd heart; my suffering thoughts to wild-fires, - And my embraces to a timeless grave turn. - - _Mar._ Here I'll step in, for 'tis an act of merit. - - _Gab._ I am too big to utter more. - - _Mar._ Take time then. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Gentille _and_ Casta. - - _Gent._ This solitary life at home undoes thee, - Obscures thy beauty first, which should prefer thee; - Next fills thee full of sad thoughts, which thy years - Must not arrive at yet, they choak thy sweetness; - Follow the time, my Girl, and it will bring thee - Even to the fellowship of the noblest women, - _Hellen_ her self, to whom I would prefer thee, - And under whom this poor and private carriage, - Which I am only able yet to reach at, - Being cast off, and all thy sweets at lustre, - Will take thee as a fair friend, and prefer thee. - - _Casta._ Good Sir, be not so cruel as to seek - To kill that sweet content y'have bred me to: - Have I not here enough to thank Heaven for? - The free air uncorrupted with new flattery. - The water that I touch, unbrib'd with odours - To make me sweet to others: the pure fire - Not smothered up, and choak'd with lustful incense - To make my bloud sweat; but burning clear and high, - Tells me my mind must flame up so to Heaven. - What should I do at Court, wear rich apparel? - Methinks these are as warm: And for your state, Sir, - Wealthy enough; Is it you would have me proud, - And like a Pageant, stuck up for amazements? - Teach not your child to tread that path, for fear (Sir) - Your dry bones after death, groan in your grave - The miseries that follow. - - _Gent._ Excellent _Casta_. - - _Casta._ When shall I pray again? (a Courtier) - Or when I do, to what God? what new body - And new face must I make me, with new manners? - For I must be no more my self. Whose Mistriss - Must I be first? with whose sin-offering season'd? - And when I am grown so great and glorious - With prostitution of my burning beauties, - That great Lords kneel, and Princes beg for favours, - Do you think I'll be your Daughter, a poor Gentlemans, - Or know you for my father? - - _Enter_ Lavall. - - _Gent._ My best _Casta_. - Oh my most virtuous child! Heaven reigns within thee; - Take thine own choice, sweet child, and live a Saint still. - The Lord _Lavall_, stand by wench. - - _Lav. Gabriella_, - She cannot, nor she dares not make it known, - My greatness crushes her, when e'er she offers: - Why should I fear her then? - - _Gent._ Come, let's pass on wench. - - _Lav. Gentille_, come hither: who's that Gentlewoman? - - _Gent._ A child of mine, Sir, who observing custome, - Is going to the Monastery to her Prayers. - - _Lav._ A fair one, a most sweet one; fitter far - To beautifie a Court, than make a Votarist. - Go on, fair Beauty, and in your Orizons - Remember me: will ye, fair sweet? - - _Casta._ Most humbly. [_Exeunt._ - - _Lav._ An admirable Beauty: how it fires me! - - _Enter a Spirit._ - - But she's too full of grace, and I too wicked. - I feel my wonted fit: Defend me, goodness. - Oh! it grows colder still, and stiffer on me, - My hair stands up, my sinews shake and shrink; - Help me good Heaven, and good thoughts dwell within me. - Oh get thee gone, thou evil evil spirit, - Haunt me no more, I charge thee. - - _Spir._ Yes _Lavall_: - Thou art my vassal, and the slave to mischief, - I blast thee with new sin: pursue thy pleasure; - _Casta_ is rare and sweet, a blowing Beauty; - Set thy desires a fire, and never quench 'em - Till thou enjoy'st her; make her all thy Heaven, - And all thy joy, for she is all true happiness: - Thou art powerful, use command; if that prevail not, - Force her: I'll be thy friend. - - _Lav._ Oh help me, help me. - - _Spir._ Her virtue, like a spell, sinks me to darkness. [_Exit._ - - _Enter_ Gentille _and_ Casta. - - _Gent._ He's here still. How is't, noble Lord? me thinks, Sir, - You look a little wildly. Is it that way? - Is't her you stare on so? I have spy'd your fire, Sir, - Bu[t] dare not stay the flaming. Come. - - _Lav._ Sweet [c]reature, - Excellent Beauty, do me but the happiness - To be your humblest servant. Oh fair eyes, - Oh blessed, Blessed Sweetness, Divine Virgin! - - _Casta._ Oh good my Lord, retire into your honor: - You're spoken good and virtuous, plac'd [at] Helme - To govern others from mischances: from example - Of such fair Chronicles as great ones are, - We do, or sure we should direct our lives. - I know y'are full of worth, a school of virtue - Daily instructing us that live below ye, - I make no doubt, dwells there. - - _Lav._ I cannot answer, - She has struck me dumb with wonder. - - _Casta._ Goodness guide ye. [_Exeunt._ - - _Lav._ She's gone, and with her all [l]ight, and has left me - Dark as my black desires. Oh devil lust, - How dost thou hug my bloud, and whisper to me, - There is no day again, no time, no living, - Without this lusty Beauty break upon me! - Let me collect my self, I strive like billows, - Beaten against a rock, and fall a fool still. - I must enjoy her, and I will: from this hour - My thoughts, and all my bus'ness shall be nothing. - - _Enter_ Maria. - - My eating, and my sleeping, but her beauty, - And how to work it. - - _Mar._ Health to my Lord _Lavall_. - Nay good Sir, do not turn with such displeasure; - I come not to afflict your new born pleasures; - My honour'd Mistriss, neither let that vex ye, - For nothing is intended, but safe to you. - - _Lav._ What of your Mistriss? I am full of bus'ness. - - _Mar._ I will be short, my Lord; she, loving Lady, - Considering the unequal tie between ye, - And how your ruine with the Duke lay on it, - As also the most noble match now made, - By me sends back all links of marriage, - All Holy Vows, and Rights of Ceremony, - All promises, oaths, tears, and all such pawns - You left in hostage: only her love she cannot, - For that still follows ye, but not to hurt ye; - And still beholds ye Sir, but not to shame ye: - In recompence of which, this is her suit, Sir, - Her poor and last petition, but to grant her, - When weary nights have cloyed ye up with kisses, - (As such must come) the honor of a Mistriss, - The honor but to let her see those eyes, - (Those eyes she doats on, more than gods do goodness) - And but to kiss you only: with this prayer, - (a prayer only to awake your pity) - And on her knees she made it, that this night - You'ld bless her with your company at supper. - - _Lav._ I like this well, and now I think on't better, - I'll make a present use from this occasion. - - _Mar._ Nay, good my Lord, be not so cruel to her - Because she has been yours. - - _Lav._ And to mine own end - A rare way I will work. - - _Mar._ Can love for ever, - The Love of her (my Lord) so perish in ye? - As ye desire in your desires to prosper. - What gallant under Heaven, but _Anjou_'s Heir then - Can brag so fair a Wife, and sweet a Mistriss? - Good noble Lord. - - _Lav._ Ye mis-apply me, _Mary_, - Nor do I want true pity to your Lady: - Pity and love tell me, too much I have wrong'd her - To dare to see her more: yet if her sweetness - Can entertain a Mediation, - And it must be a great one that can cure me; - My love again, as far as honor bids me, - My service and my self-- - - _Mar._ That's nobly spoken. - - _Lav._ Shall hourly see her; want shall never know her; - Nor where she has bestow'd her love, repent her. - - _Mar._ Now whither drives he? - - _Lav._ I have heard _Maria_, - That no two women in the world more lov'd, - Then thy good Mistriss, and _Gentille_'s fair Daughter. - - _Mar._ What may this mean? you have heard a truth, my Lord: - But since the secret Love betwixt you two, - My Mistriss durst not entertain such friendship; - _Casta_ is quick, and of a piercing judgement, - And quickly will find out a flaw. - - _Lav._ Hold _Marie_: - Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet, - And get that _Casta_ thither; for she's a creature - So full of forcible Divine perswasion, - And so unwearied ever with good offic[e], - And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss, - And make all errors up. - - _Mar._ I'll doe my best, Sir: - But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous, - To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful - At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir; - 'Twill prove impossible. - - _Lav._ There's more gold, _Marie_, - And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench. - - _Mar._ I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye. - - _Lav._ She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity, - The chief of her profession: undertake this, - And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye. - - _Mar._ I will not loose this offer, though it fall out - Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it, - I will, my Lord; she shall be there. - - _Lav._ By ----? - - _Mar._ By ---- she shall. - - _Lav._ Let it be something late then. - For being seen, now force or favour wins her. - My spirits are grown dull, strong wine, and store, - Shall set 'em up again, and make me fit - To draw home at the enterprize I aim at. [_Exit._ - - _Ma._ Go thy wa[ies] false Lord, if thou hold'st, thou pay'st - The price of all thy lusts. Thou shalt be there - Thou modest Maid, if I have any working, - And yet thy honor safe; for which this thief - I know has set this meeting: but I'll watch him. - - _Enter_ Per[o]lot. - - _Per. Maria._ - - _Mar._ Are mine eyes mine own? or bless me, - Am I deluded with a flying shadow? - - _Per._ Why do you start so from me? - - _Mar._ It speaks sensibly, - And shews a living body: yet I am fearful. - - _Per._ Give me your hand, good _Maria_. - - _Mar._ He feels warm too. - - _Per._ And next your [l]ips. - - _Mar._ He kisses perfectly. - Nay, and the Devil be n[o] worse: you are _Perolot_. - - _Per._ I was, and sure I should be: Can a small distance, - And ten short moneths take from your memory - The figure of your friend, that you stand wondring? - Be not amaz'd, I am the self-same _Per[o]lot_, - Living, and well; Son to _Gentille_, and Brother - To virtuous _Casta_; to your beauteous Mistriss, - The long since poor betroth'd, and still vow'd servant. - - _Mar._ Nay, sure he lives. My Lord _Lavall_, your Master, - Brought news long since to your much mourning Mistriss, - Ye dy'd at _Orleance_; bound her with an oath too, - To keep it secret from your aged Father, - Lest it should rack his heart. - - _Per._ A pretty secret - To try my Mistriss Love, and make my welcome - From travel of more worth; from whence, Heaven be thanked, - My business for the Duke dispatch'd to th' purpose, - And all my money spent, I am come home, wench. - How does my Mistriss? for I have not yet seen - Any, nor will I, till I do her service. - - _Mar._ But did the Lord _Laval_ know of your love, Sir, before he - went? - - _Per._ Yes, by much more force he got it, - But none else knew; upon his promise too - And honor to conceal it faithfully - Till my return; to further which, he told me, - My business being ended, from the Duke - He would procure a pension for my service, - Able to make my Mistriss a fit Husband. - - _Mar._ But are you sure of this? - - _Per._ Sure as my sight, wench. - - _Mar._ Then is your Lord a base dissembling villain, - A Devil Lord, the damn'd Lord of all lewdness, - And has betraid ye, and undone my Mistriss, - My poor sweet Mistriss: oh that leacher Lord, - Who, poor soul, since was married. - - _Per._ To whom, _Maria_? - - _Mar._ To that unlucky Lord, a ---- upon him; - Whose hot horse-appetite being allaid once - With her chaste joyes, married again, scarce cool'd, - The Torches yet not out the yellow _Hymen_ - Lighted about the bed, the Songs yet sounding, - _Marine_'s young noble Daughter _Helena_, - Whose mischief stands at door next. Oh that recreant! - - _Per._ Oh villain! Oh most unmanly falshood! - Nay then I see, my Letters were betraid too. - Oh, I am full of this, great with his mischiefs, - Loaden and burst: Come, lead me to my Lady. - - _Mar._ I cannot, Sir, _Lavall_ keeps her conceal'd, - Besides, her griefs are such, she will see no man. - - _Per._ I must, and will go to her: I will see her: - There be my friend, or this shall be thy furthest. - - _Mar._ Hold, and I'll help thee: but first ye shall swear to me, - As you are true and gentle, as ye hate - This beastly and base Lord, where I shall place ye, - (Which shall be within sight) till I discharge ye, - What-e'er you see or hear, to make no motion. - - _Per._ I do by ---- - - _Mar._ Stay here about the house then, - Till it be later; yet the time's not perfect: - There at the back door I'll attend you truly. - - _Per._ Oh monstrous, monstrous beastly villain. [_Exit._ - - _Mar._ How cross this falls, and from all expectation! - And what the end shall be, Heaven only yet knows: - Only I wish, and hope. But I forget still, - _Casta_ must be the bait, or all miscarries. [_Exeunt._ - - _Enter_ Gentille _with a Torch_, Shalloon _above_. - - _Gent._ Holla, _Shaloon_. - - _Shal._ Who's there? - - _Gent._ A word from the Duke, Sir. - - _Shal._ Your pleasure. - - _Gent._ Tell your Lord he must to Court strait. - - _Shal._ He is ill at ease: and prays he may be pardon'd - The occasions of this night. - - _Gent._ Belike he is drunk then: - He must away; the Duke and his fair Lady, - The beauteous _Helena_, are now at _Cent_. - Of whom she has such fortune in her carding, - The Duke has lost a thousand Crowns, and swears, - He will not go to bed, till by _Lavall_ - The Tide of loss be turn'd again. Awake him, - For 'tis the pleasure of the Duke he must rise. - - _Sha._ Having so strict command (Sir) to the contrary, - I dare not do it: I beseech your pardon. - - _Gent._ Are you sure he is there? - - _Sha._ Yes. - - _Gen._ And asleep? - - _Sha._ I think so. - - _Gen._ And are you sure you will not tell him, _Shalon_? - - _Sha._ Yes, very sure. - - _Gen._ Then I am sure, I will. - Open, or I must force. - - _Sha._ Pray ye stay, he is not, - Nor will not be this night. You may excuse it. - - _Gent._ I knew he was gone about some womans labour. - As good a neighbor, though I say it, and as comfortable: - Many such more we need _Shaloon_. Alas, poor Lady, - Thou art like to lie cross-legg'd to night. Good Monsieur, - I will excuse your Master for this once, Sir, - Because sometimes I have lov'd a wench my self too. - - _Sha._ 'Tis a good hearing, Sir. - - _Gent._ But for your lye, _Shaloon_, - If I had you here, it should be no good hearing. - For your pate I would pummel. - - _Sha._ A fair good night, Sir. - - _Gent._ Good night, thou noble Knight, Sir _Pandarus_. - My heart is cold o'th' suddain, and a strange dulness - Possesses all my body: thy Will be done Heaven. [_Exit._ - - _Enter_ Gabriella _and_ Casta: _and_ Maria _with a Taper_. - - _Casta._ 'Faith Friend, I was even going to my bed, - When your Maid told me of your sudden sickness: - But from my grave (so truly I love you) - I think your name would raise me: ye look ill - Since last I saw ye, much decay'd in colour: - Yet I thank Heaven, I find no such great danger - As your Maid frighted me withal: take courage - And give your sickness course: some grief you have got - That feeds within upon your tender spirits, - And wanting open way to vent it self, - Murders your mind, and choaks up all your sweetness. - - _Gab._ It was my Maids fault; worthy friend, to trouble ye, - So late, upon so light a cause: yet since I have ye - Oh my dear _Casta_. - - _Casta._ Out with it, God's name. - - _Gab._ The Closset of my heart, I will lock here, wench, - - [Laval _knocks within_. - - And things shall make ye tremble. Who's that knocks there? - - _Mar._ 'Tis _Lavall_. - - _Gab._ Sit you still. Let him in. - I am resolv'd, and all you wronged women, - You noble spirits, that as I have suffer'd - Under this glorious beast-insulting man, - Lend me your causes, then your cruelties, - For I must put on madness above women. - - _Cast._ Why do you look so ghastly? - - _Gab._ Peace; no harm, Deer. - - _Enter_ Lavall. - - _Lav._ There, take my cloak and sword: Where is this Banquet? - - _Mar._ In the next room. - - _Casta._ How came he here? Heaven bless me. - - _Lav._ Give me some Wine wench; fill it full, and sprightly. - - _Gab._ Sit still, and be not fearful. - - _Lav._ Till my veins swell, - And my strong sinews stretch like that brave _Centaur_, - That at the Table snatch'd the Bride away - In spight of _Hercules_. - - _Casta._ I am betraid. - - _Lav._ Nay, start not Lady; 'tis for you that I come, - And for your beauty: 'tis for you, _Lavall_ - Honors this night; to you, the sacred shrine - I humbly bow, offering my vows and prayers; - To you I live. - - _Gab._ In with the powder quickly: - So, that and the Wine will rock ye. - - [_Lav._ Here, to the health] - Of the most beauteous and divine, fair _Casta_, - The star of sweetness. - - _Gab._ Fear him not, I'll die first. - And who shall pledge ye? - - _Lav._ Thou shalt, thou tann'd Gipsey: - And worship to that brightness give, cold _Tartar_. - By ---- ye shall not stir; ye are my Mistris, - The glory of my love, the great adventure, - The Mistris of my heart, and she my whore. - - _Gab._ Thou ly'st, base, beastly Lord; drunker then anger, - Thou sowsed Lord, got by a surfeit, thou lyest basely. - Nay, stir not: I dare tell thee so. Sit you still. - If I be whore, it is in marrying thee, - That art so absolute and full a villain, - No Sacrament can save that piece tied to thee. - How often hast thou woo'd in those flatteries, - Almost those very words, my constancie? - What goddess have I not been, or what goodness - What star that is of any name in Heaven, - Or brightness? which of all the virtues - (But drunkenness, and drabbing, thy two morals) - Have not I reach'd to? what Spring was ever sweeter? - What _Scythian_ snow so white? what crystal chaster? - Is not thy new wife now the same too? Hang thee, - Base Bigamist, thou honor of ill women. - - _Casta._ How's this? O! Heaven defend me. - - _Gab._ Thou salt-itch, - For whom no cure but ever burning brimstone - Can be imagin'd. - - _Lav._ Ha, ha, ha. - - _Gab._ Dost thou laugh, thou breaker - Of all law, all religion, of all faith - Thou Soule contemner? - - _Lav._ Peace, thou paltry woman: - And sit by me, Sweet. - - _Gab._ By the Devil? - - _Lav._ Come, - And lull me with delights. - - _Gab._ It works amain now. - - _Lav._ Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows - Gave to the sleeping boy she stole on _Latmus_; - Look round about in snakie wreathes close folded, - Those rosie arms about my neck, O! _Venus_. - - _Gab._ Fear not, I say. - - _Lav._ Thou admirable sweetness, - Distill thy blessings like those silver drops, - That falling on fair grounds, rise all in roses: - Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes, - And through my heart transfix 'em all, I'll stand 'em. - Send me a thousand smiles, and presently - I'll catch 'em in mine eyes, and by Love's power - Turn 'em to _Cupids_ all, and fling 'em on thee, - How high she looks, and heavenly! More wine for me. - - _Ga._ Give him more wine, and good friend be not fearful. - - _Lav._ Here on my knee, thou Goddess of delights, - This lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties; - See how it leaps to view that perfect redness - That dwels upon thy lips: now, how it blushes - To be outblush'd. Oh! let me feed my fancie, - And as I hold the purple god in one hand - Dancing about the bri[m] and proudly swelling, - Deck'd in the pride of nature young, and blowing; - So let me take fair _Semele_ in the other, - And sing the loves of gods, then drink, their Nectar's - Not yet desir'd. - - _Casta._ Oh! - - _Lav._ Then like lustie _Tarquin_ - Turn'd into flames with _Lucrece_ coy denyals, - His blood and spirit equally ambitious, - I force thee for my own. - - _Casta._ O help me Justice: - Help me, my Chastitie. - - _Lav._ Now I am bravely quarried. [_Perolot above._ - - _Per._ 'Tis my Sister. - - _Gab._ No, bawdy slave, no Treacher, she is not carried. - - _Per._ She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still. - - _Mar._ Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye. - - _Lav._ O my sweet Love, my life. [_He falls downe, and sleeps._ - - _Mar._ He sinks. - - _Lav._ My blessing. - - _Mar._ So, now he is safe a while. - - _Gab._ Lock all the doors, wench, - Then for my wrongs. - - _Per._ Now I'll appear to know all. - - _Gab._ Be quick, quick, good _Marie_, sure and sudden. - - _Per._ Stay, I must in first. - - _Gab._ O' my conscience! - It is young _Perol[o]t_: Oh my stung conscience! - It is my first and noblest Love. - - _Mar._ Leave wondring, - And recollect your self: the man is living, - Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil. - - _Per._ 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune - I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too, - If it be one. This is no time for kisses: - I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears - Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd. - I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury. - And am afire till I have found his heart out. - What do you mean to do? for I'll make one. - - _Gab._ To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye). - - _Per._ He m[u]st, he must. - - _Gab._ We'll watch him till he wakes, - Then bind him, and then torture him. - - _Per._ 'Tis nothing. - No, take him dead drunk now without repentance, - His leachery inseam'd upon him. - - _Gab._ Excellent. - - _Per._ I'll do it my self; and when 'tis done, provide ye, - For we'll away for _Italy_ this night. - - _Gab._ We'll follow thorow all hazards. - - _Per._ Oh false Lord, - Unmanly, mischievous; how I could curse thee; - But that but blasts thy fame; have at thy heart, fool: - Loop-holes I'll make enough to let thy life out. - - _Lav._ Oh! does the devil ride me? - - _Per._ Nay then. - - _Lav._ Murder. - Nay, then take my share too. - - _Per._ Help; oh! he has slain me. - Bloudy intentions must have bloud. - - _Lav._ Hah? - - _Per._ Heaven. - - _Gab._ He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune! - Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me! - Here will I dwell for ever. Weep _Maria_, - Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest! - - _Enter Spirit._ - - _Lav._ What have I done? - - _Spir._ That that has mark'd thy soul man. - - _Lav._ And art thou come again thou dismal spirit? - - _Spir._ Yes, to devour thy last. - - _Lav._ Mercy upon thee. - - _Spir._ Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure, - And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for - Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee. - - _Lav._ Oh my affrighted soul! - - _Spir._ There lies a black one; - Thy own best servant by thy own hand slain, - Thy drunkenness procur'd it: There's another: - Think of fair _Gabriella_, there she weeps; - And such tears are not lost. - - _Lav._ Oh miserable! - - _Spir._ Thy foul intention to the virtuous _Casta_. - - _Lav._ No more, no more, thou wild-fire. - - _Spir._ Last, thy last wife, - Think on the wrong she suffers. - - _Lav._ O my miserie. - Oh! whither shall I flie? - - _Spir._ Thou hast no faith, fool. - Heark to thy knell. [_Sings, and vanishes._ - - _Lav._ Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now: - Murders, ambitions, lust, false faiths; O horror, - In what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now! - Me thinks I see all tortures, fires, and frosts, - Deep sinking caves, where nothing but despair dwels, - The balefull birds of night hovering about 'em; - A grave, me thinks, now opens, and a herse - Hung with my Arms tumbles into it: oh! - Oh! my afflicted soul: I cannot pray; - And the least child that has but goodness in him - May strike my head off; so stupid are my powers: - I'll lift mine eyes up though. - - _Mar._ Cease these laments, - They are too poor for venge[a]nce: _Lavall_ lives yet. - - _Gab._ Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes, - Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell. - - _Lav._ Hah? - - _Gab._ This for young _Perolot_. - - _Lav._ O mercy, mercy. - - _Gab._ This for my wrongs. - - _Lav._ But one short hour to cure me. [_Knock within._ - Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh. - - _Mar._ Heark, they knock. - Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris. - - _Gab._ This for _Casta_. - - _Lav._ Oh, O, O, O! [_He dies._ - - _Mar._ He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him, - 'T will be too late else. - - _Gab._ Help, help up to th' chamber! [_Exeunt with Lavalls body._ - - _Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants,_ - _with lights._ - - _Duke._ What frights are these? - - _Gent._ I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting. - Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie. - Out, out, mine eyes. Look, _Casta_. - - _Lord._ 'T is young _Perolot_. - - _Duke._ When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and - bear her off. - - _Cast._ O my dear brother! [_Exit._ - - _Gent._ There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too, - And very shortly. Murdred? - - [_Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above._ - - _Duke._ Who's above there? - - _Gab._ Look up, and see. - - _Duke._ What may this mean? - - _Gab._ Behold it; - Behold the drunken murderer - Of that young Gentleman; behold the rankest, - The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd. - - _Duke._ Who kill'd him? - - _Gab._ I; and there 's the cause I did it: - Read, if your eyes will give you leave. - - _Hell._ Oh! monstrous. - - _Gab._ Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye; - The base dishonor of a thousand women: - Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel. - Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age, - Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to. - - _Duke._ Hold. - - _Gab._ Here, young _Perolot_; my first contracted - True love shall never go alone. - - _Duke._ Hold, _Gabriella_. - I do forgive all. - - _Gab._ I shall die the better, - Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me. - - _Mar._ Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris: - Why should I live, and thou dead? - - _Lord._ Save the wench there. - - _Mar._ She is, I hope; and all my sins here written. - - _Duke._ This was a fatal night. - - _Gent._ Heaven has his working, - Which we cannot contend against. - - _Duke._ Alas! - - _Gent._ Your Grace has your alas too. - - _Duke._ Would 't were equal; - For thou hast lost an honest noble childe. - - _Gent._ 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance. - - _Duke._ See all their bodies buried decently, - Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady? - - _Hell._ Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie; - There will I wed my life to tears and prayers, - And never know what man is more. - - _Duke._ Your pleasure; - How does the maid within? - - _Lord._ She is gone before, Sir, - The same course that my Lady takes. - - _Gent._ And my course shall be my Beads at home; so - Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court. - - _Duke._ In peace, Sir, - And take my love along. - - _Gent._ I shall pray for ye. - - _Duke._ Now to our selves retire we, and begin - By this example to correct each sin. [_Exeunt._ - - [_Flourish._ - - _King. Em._ By this we plainly view the two imposthumes - That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness; - In both of which _Lavall_ was capital: - For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor, - That active noble thoughts had kept still working, - And then deliver'd him to drink and women, - Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are, - How infamous and foul, we see example. - Therefore, that great man that will keep his name, - And gain his merit out of Virtues schools, - Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. [_Flourish._ - - _The_ TRIUMPH. - - _Enter Musicians: next them_, Perolot _with the wound he died_ - _with. Then_ Gabriella _and_ Maria, _with their wounds: after - them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'd_ Revenge, Murder, - Lust _and_ Drunkenness, _singing. Next them_, Lavall _wounded. - Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies_. [_Flourish._ - - _Enter_ PROLOGUE. - - _From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,_ - _And see old_ Time _helping triumphantly,_ - _Helping his Master_ Man: _view here his vanities_ - _And see his false friends like those glutted flyes,_ - _That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fade_ - _From all remembrance of him, like a shade._ - _And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,_ - _We hope your favour, and our Play is done_. [Flourish. - - _Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty._ - - _Ant._ What hast thou done, _Desire_, and how imploy'd - The charge I gave thee, about levying wealth - For our supplies? - - _Desire._ I have done all, yet nothing: - Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried; - There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes - Thou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of, - I came to _Craft_, found all his hooks about him, - And all his nets baited and set; his slie self - And greedie _Lucre_ at a serious conference - Which way to tie the world within their statutes: - Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming - Like Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declared - Your will and want together, both inforcing - With all the power and pains I had, to reach him; - Yet all fell short. - - _Anth._ His answer. - - _Desire._ This he gave me. - Your wants are never ending; and those supplies - That came to stop those breaches, are ever lavisht - Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles, - Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets: _Vain delight_ - He says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g all - That comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches, - Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris, - The Lady _Pleasure_, like a sea devours - At length both you and him too. If you have houses, - Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you, - And will be readie to supplie occasions; - If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid. - From him, I went to _Vanity_, whom I found - Attended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors, - Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers, - All occupations opening like a Mart, - That serve to rig the body out with braverie; - And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes, - In thousand gaudie shapes; _Pride_ waiting on her, - And busily surveying all the breaches - Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her, - Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened: - I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires, - Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works, - Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings, - Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew me - The way her money went. From her to _Pleasure_ - I took my journey. - - _Anth._ And what says our best Mistris? - - _Desire._ She danc'd me out this answer presently: - Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie. - I met old _Time_ too, mowing mankind down, - Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye. - - _Anth._ A cold _quietus_. Miserable creatures, - Born to support and beautifie your master, - The godlike man, set here to do me service, - The children of my will; why, or how dare ye, - Created to my use alone, disgrace me? - Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me, - Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand, - To clothe me with their bodies to my labours; - Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice, - And proudly press with garlands to the altars, - To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me, - Striking their downie sails to do me service, - Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor, - And to my rest their plumie softs they send me. - Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits, - But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler; - Mine have forgot me, miserable mine, - Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie, - Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely: - None feel my wants, not one mend with me. - - _Desire._ None, Sir? - - _Ant._ Thou hast forgot (_Desire_) thy best friend, _Flatterie_; - He cannot fail me. - - _Delight._ Fail? he will sell himself, - And all within his power, close to his skin first. - - _Desire._ I thought so too, and made him my first venture - But found him in a young Lords ear so busie, - So like a smiling showr pouring his soul - In at his portals, his face in a thousand figures - Catching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him, - But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him, - His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord, - And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor; - Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone; - And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir. - - _Anth._ Then here I break up state, and free my followers, - Putting my fortune now to _Time_, and _Justice_: - Go seek new masters now; for _Anthropos_ - Neglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes. - _Desire_, to _Avarice_ I here commend thee, - Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes: - And _Vain Delight_, thou feeder of my follies - With light fantastickness, be thou in favour. - To leave thee, _Bountie_, my most worthie servant, - Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery; - But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend, - In honorable hearts that truely know thee, - And there live ever like thy self, a virtue: - But leave this place, and seek the Countrey, - For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here. - Now none but _Poverty_ must follow me, - Despis'd patch'd _Poverty_; and we two married, - Will seek _Simplicity_, _Content_ and _Peace_ out. - - _Enter Poverty._ - - And live with them in exile. How uncall'd on - My true friend comes! - - _Poverty._ Here, hold thee, _Anthropos_, - Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on, - A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures: - Off with that vanitie. - - _Anth._ Here, _Vain Delight_, - And with this all my part, to thee again - Of thee I freely render. - - _Pov._ Take this staff now, - And be more constant to your steps hereafter: - The staff is _Staidness of affections_. - Away you painted flyes, that with mans summet - Take life and heat buzzing about his blossoms; - When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers, - Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows. - - [_Exeunt desire and delight._ - - Now to _Content_ I'll give thee, _Anthropos_, - To _Rest_ and _Peace_: no vanitie dwells there; - _Desire_ [nor] _Pleasur[e]_, to delude thy mind more; - No _Flatteries_ smooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee. - - _Anth._ O! _Jupiter_, if I have ever offer'd - Upon thy burning Altars but one Sacrifice - Thou and thy fair-ey'd _Juno_ smil'd upon; - If ever, to thine honor, bounteous feasts, - Where all thy statu[e]s sweet with wine and incense, - Have by the son of earth been celebrated: - Hear me (the child of shame now) hear thou helper, - And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou justice - Done by unmindful man, unmerciful, - Against his master done, against thy order; - And raise again, thou father of all honor, - The poor despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature. - Raise from his ruines once more this sunk Cedar, - That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it. [_Exeunt._ - - _Jupiter and Mercury descend severally. Trumpets_ - _small above._ - - _Jup._ Ho! _Mercury_, my winged son. - - _Mer._ Your servant. - - _Jup._ Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears, - Arm'd in such spells of pity now? - - _Mer._ The sad petitions - Of the scorn'd son of earth, the god-like _Anthropos_, - He that has swell'd your sacred fires with incense, - And pil'd upon your Altars a thousand heifers; - He that (beguil'd by _Vanity_ and _Pleasure_, - _Desire_, _Craft_, _Flattery_, and smooth _Hypocrisie_) - Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left to _Poverty_. - - _Jup._ It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruine; - Nor shall those hands heav'd at m[ine] Altars, perish: - He is our noblest creature. Flee to _Time_, - And charge him presently release the bands - Of _Poverty_ and _Want_ this suitor sinks in: - Tell him, among the Sun-burnt _Indians_, - That know no other wealth but Peace and pleasure, - She shall find golden _Plutus_, god of riches, - Who idly is ador'd, the innocent people - Not knowing yet what power and weight he carries: - Bid him compell him to his right use, honor, - And presently to live with _Anthropos_. - It is our Will. Away. - - _Mer._ I do obey it. [_Jupiter and Mercury ascend again._ - - Musick. _Enter_ Plutus, _with a troop of_ Indians, _singing and_ - _dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him: which ended, Enter_ - Time. - - _Time._ Rise, and away; 'tis _Joves_ command. - - _Plut._ I will not: - Ye have some fool to furnish now; some _Midas_ - That to no purpose I must choak with riches. - Who must I go to? - - _Time._ To the son of earth; - He wants the god of wealth. - - _Plut._ Let him want still: - I was too lately with him, almost torn - Into ten thousand pieces by his followers: - I could not sleep, but _Craft_ or _Vanity_ - Were filing off my fingers; not eat, for fear - _Pleasure_ would cast her self into my belly, - And there surprize my heart. - - _Time._ These have forsaken him: - Make haste then, thou must with me: be not angry, - For fear a greater anger light upon thee. - - _Plut._ I do obey then: but change my figure; - For when I willingly befriend a creature, - Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him; - But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid, - I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends, - I will not be long from ye; all my servants - I leave among ye still, and my chief riches. - - [_Exeunt_ Indians _with a dance_. - - Oh _Time_, what innocence dwells here, what goodness! - They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me. - Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast, _Time_. - - [_Exeunt_ Plutus _and_ Time. - - _Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty._ - - _Humil._ Man, be not sad, nor let this divorce - From _Mundus_, and his many ways of pleasure, - Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightly - With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy. - - _Pov._ For now what danger or deceit can reach thee? - What matter left for _Craft_ or _Covetize_ - To plot against thee? what _Desire_ to burn thee? - - _Honest._ Oh son of earth, let _Honesty_ possess thee; - Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker; - See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreams - Have dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness, - Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd, - And then how thin and vain these fond affections, - How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like raw - And ill digested all these vanities - Will shew, let _Reason_ tell thee. - - _Simpl._ Crown thy mind - With that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring, - And truly be the master of thy self. - Which is the noblest Empire; and there stand - The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern. - - _Pov._ Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us, _Anthropos_. - - Song: _And then Enter_ Time _and_ Plutus. - - _Hon._ Away; we are betrayd. [_Exeunt all but_ Poverty. - - _Time._ Get thou too after, - Thou needy bare companion; go for ever, - For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer. [_Exit_ Poverty. - - _Anth._ What mak'st thou here, _Time_? thou that to this Minute, - never stood still by me? - - _Time._ I have brought thee succour; - And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches - (Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries, - The ever just and wakeful _Jove_, at length) - Is come unto thee: use him as thine own; - For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee. - - _Anth._ Have I found pity then? - - _Time._ Thou hast; and _Justice_ - Against those false seducers of thine honor: - Come, give him present helps. [_Exit_ Time. - - _Industry and the Arts discovered._ - - _Plut._ Come _Industry_, - Thou friend of life; and next to thee, rise _Labour_; - - [Plutus _stamps_. Labour _rises_. - - Rise presently: and now to your employments; - But first conduct this mortal to the rock. - - _They carry_ Anthropos _to a Rock,_ - _and fall a digging_. - - What seest thou now? [Plutus _strikes the Rock, and flames flie out_. - - _Anth._ A glorious Mine of Metal. - Oh _Jupiter_, my thanks. - - _Plut._ To me a little. - - _Anth._ And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice. - - _Plut._ Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son, - You are afloat again, lest _Mundus_ catch ye. - - _Anth._ Neve[r] betray me more. - - _Plut._ I must to _India_, - From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried, - And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock, - And by those, know to live again. - - [_Exeunt_ Plutus, Industry, Labour, _&[c]._ - - _Anth._ I shall do. - - _Enter_ Fame _sounding_. - - _Fame._ Thorow all the world, the fortune of great _Anthropos_ - Be known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'd - As far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too. [_Exeunt._ - - MUSICK. - - _Enter_ Delight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity, _&c. dancing_ - _(and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service to_ - Anthropos. Mercury _from above. Musick heard. One half of - a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the other half - drawn._ Jupiter _seen in glory_. - - _Mer._ Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee: - Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks to _Jupiter_. - - _Anth._ Oh mighty power! - - _Jup._ Unmask, ye gilded poisons: - Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em; - Now see the faces of thy evil Angels, - Lead 'em to _Time_, and let 'em fill his Triumph: - Their memories be here forgot for ever. - - _Anth._ Oh just great god! how many lives of service, - What ages only given to thine honor. - What infinites of vows, and holy prayers, - Can pay my thanks? - - _Jup._ Rise up: and to assure thee - That never more thou shalt feel want, strike, _Mercury_, - Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for ever - Live in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it. - Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him. - - _SONG._ - - _Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: then_ Vain Delight, - Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity, _and other of the Vices: Then - a Chariot with the person of_ Time _sitting in it, drawn by - four persons, representing Hours, singing_. - - _Exeunt._ _Flourish._ - - _King. Em._ By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and Princes - A weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms. - And often to be master'd by abuses: - Our natures here describ'd too, and what humors - Prevail above our Reasons to undo us. - But this the last and best. When no friend stands, - The gods are merciful, and lend their hands. _Flourish._ - - - - -Epilogue - - - _Now as the Husbandman, whose Costs and Pain,_ - _Whose Hopes and Helps lie buried in his Grain,_ - _Waiting a happy Spring to ripen full_ - _His long'd-for Harvest, to the Reapers pull;_ - _Stand we expecting, having sown our Ground_ - _With so much charge, (the fruitfulness not found)_ - _The Harvest of our Labours: For we know_ - _You are our Spring; and when you smile, we grow._ - _Nor Charge nor Pain, shall bind us from your Pleasures,_ - _So you but lend your hands to fill our Measures._ - - FINIS. - - - - -APPENDIX. - - - _In the following references to the text the lines are numbered - from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage - directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or mere - 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there - are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the - left._ - -It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every -turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for -marks of exclamation and _vice versâ_. Full-stops have been silently -inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given -the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches -are frequently run on. Misprints in the Quartos and the First Folio -are recorded when they appear to be interesting. A word or two from -the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below in cases -where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered -punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation. - -[Thanks are due to Mrs Arnold Glover for collations of quartos in the -British Museum and to R. F. Towndrow, for collations of those in the -Bodleian.] - - -THIERRY AND THEODORET. - - =A= = 1621. =B= = 1648. =C= = 1649. =D= = Second folio. - -(=A=) THE | TRAGEDY | OF THIERRY KING OF | _France, and his Brother_ | -Theodoret. | As it was diverse times acted at the Blacke-| _Friers by -the Kings Majesties_ | Servants. | _LONDON_, | Printed for _Thomas -Walkley_, and are to bee sold at | his shop in _Britaines Burse_, at -the signe of | the Eagle and Child. | 1621. - -(=B=) THE | TRAGEDY | OF | THIERRY | King of _France_, and his Brother -| THEODORET. | As it was diverse times acted at the | _Blacke-Friers_ -_by the Kings Majesties_ | Servants. Written by | John Fletcher Gent. | -_LONDON_, | Printed for _Humphrey Mosely_, and are to be sold at | his -Shop at the _Princes Armes_ in St. _Pauls_ | Church-yard. 1648. - -(=C=) THE | TRAGEDY | OF | THIERRY | King of _France_, and his Brother -| THEODORET. | As it was diverse times acted at the _Blacke-Friers,_ -_by the Kings Majesties_ | Servants. | Written by | FRACIS BEAMONT. -AND JOHN FLETCHER Gent. | _LONDON_, | Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_, -and are to be sold at | his Shop at the _Princes Armes_ in St. _Pauls_ -| Church-yard. 1649. - -[The following lines are printed from the edition of 1649] - - The Prologue to _Thierry_ - and _Theodoret_. - - _Wit is become an Antick; and puts on_ - _As many shapes of variation,_ - _To court the times applause, as the times dare_ - _Change severall fashions; nothing is thought rare_ - _Which is not new and follow'd; yet we know_ - _That what was worne some twenty yeares agoe_ - _Comes into grace againe, and we pursue_ - _That custome, by presenting to your view_ - _A Play in fashion then, not doubting now_ - _But 'twill appeare the same, if you allow_ - _Worth to their noble memories, whose names_ - _Beyond all power of death live in their fames._ - - The Epilogue. - - _Our Poet knowes you will be just; but we_ - _Appeale to mercy: he desires that ye_ - _Would not distast his Muse, because of late_ - _Transplanted; which would grow here if no fate_ - _Have an unluckie bode: opinion_ - _Comes hither but on crutches yet, the sun_ - _Hath lent no beame to warme us; if this play_ - _Proceed more fortunate, wee'll crowne the day_ - _And Love that brought you hither: 'tis in you_ - _To make A Little Sprig of Lawrell grow,_ - _And spread into a Grove where you may sit_ - _And here soft Stories, when by blasting it_ - _You gain no honour, though our ruines Lye_ - _To tell the spoyles of your offended eye:_ - _If not for what we are, (for alas, here_ - _No_ Roscius _moves to charme your eyes or ear)_ - _Yet as you hope hereafter to see Playes._ - _Incourage us, and give our Poet Bayes._ - - _Dramatis Personæ._ - - _Thierry_, King of France - _Theodoret_, his Brother Prince of _Austrachia_ - _Martell_, their noble Kinsman - _Devitry_, an honest Souldier of fortune - _Protuldy_, } - _Bawdher_, } Cowardly Panders. - _Lecure_, } - A Priest - A Post - Huntsmen - Souldiers - Doctors - _Brunhalt_, Mother to the Princes - _Ordella_, the matchlesse wife of _Thierry_ - _Memburges_, Daughter of _Theodoret_. - - _The Scene France._ - -p. =1=, l. 5. D] _Bawdher_ l. 25. A-D] women. - -p. =2=, l. 1. A] promises l. 5. A] shewes vm l. 6. A] multiplyes vm -l. 30. A-C] Courts a this D] Nile, have l. 37. A-C] _Theod._ ... -impudence, | And ... mother | Brought ... it | - -p. =3=, l. 20. D] womam l. 32. B-D] bedders. l. 33. A-C] _Portalyde_ D] -_Protalyde_ - -p. =4=, l. 4. B-D] swetness l. 8. A] am I thus rewarded? B and C] am I -thus rewarded, l. 37. A-C] I am - -p. =5=, l. 8. D] _Bawdher_ l. 26. D] long she l. 28. D] unlikt - -p. =6=, l. 3. A-C] I am not l. 7. A-D] kisses. l. 22. A-C] For I am l. -24. D] _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima_ l. 28. D] I'm jealous l. 32. D] -weakness - -p. =7=, l. 12. D] to dependance l. 24. D] reason l. 29. D] lose - -p. =8=, l. 38. B-D] of them l. 39. D] mean's - -p. =9=, l. 30. D] ti's pace l. 30. D] Thierry, be - -p. =10=, l. 13. A-C] I am l. 32. B-D] fiers l. 35. D] or if - -p. =11=, l. 5. D] Shal l. 21. A-D] dust, were - -p. =12=, l. 2. A] I shall still l. 9. D] an one l. 40. D] win 'em, - -p. =13=, l. 1. A-C] shall seeme D] shall seem l. 6. B-D] I'll breath -l. 17. D] knowledg l. 24. B-D] Withall l. 34. A-D] _Theoderet_ D] -_Theoderet Memberge_, - -p. =14=, l. 21. D] _Nero._ l. 27. D] colors - -p. =15=, l. 36. D] Alass - -p. =16=, l. 12. D] eusie l. 34. B-D] polcats l. 35. A] trustde - -p. =17=, l. 22. B-D] mid way l. 25. B-D] away, all l. 27. D] _Portaldy -Lecure_. l. 34. B-D] pandar sponge l. 39. D] your Son - -p. =18=, l. 7. D] delicats l. 20. A] others, death; B-D] others death; -l. 29. B-D] of chastity l. 39. B-D] i'st? - -p. =19=, l. 9. D] then, think you l. 27. D] I'm - -p. =20=, l. 2. A-C] I am sure l. 12. D] too; l. 15. B-D] i'st? - -p. =21=, l. 1. B-D] violence. l. 4. D] _Their._ l. 6. D] You I'll hunt -l. 20. A] currall l. 24. A-C] ath l. 28. A] take it l. 29. D] Farewll -l. 34. B-D] Sir, - -p. =22=, l. 6. A] met a noble l. 27. B-D] tels l. 34. A] to set my l. -40. A-C] they are - -p. =23=, l. 11. A] vm, take a tree Sir, B and C] um take a tree Sir, D] -'em take a tree Sir; l. 17. D] an l. 19. B-D] stay. l. 20. A-C] a both -l. 28. B-D] bawb l. 37. A-C] mushrump - -p. =24=, l. 9. D] _Bawdher_ l. 39. B-D] him, I - -p. =25=, l. 7. D] _Portaldye_ l. 10. A] on thy l. 16. D] philip - -p. =26=, l. 18. D] volour l. 20. A] is care l. 21. D] my my actions l. -23. D] _Martel_ (_here and often elsewhere_) l. 33. A-D] falls - -p. =27=, l. 14. A-C] the nose l. 18. D] should l. 22. D] hear l. 29. -A-C] that is l. 34. D] You're l. 40. D] _Martel_ - -p. =28=, l. 28. D] pray pardon l. 30. D] your ... Martel B-D _Print_ -_as a new line_] _Mart._ Your company, etc. l. 37. D _omits_] fearefull - -p. =29=, l. 2. A] it B-D] it. l. 22. D] volour - -p. =30=, l. 1. A-D] work - -p. =31=, l. 5. A] selfe's l. 20. D] self. l. 26. D] paralell'd, l. 27. -D] mother, l. 38. A-C] I am l. 40. A-C] the - -p. =32=, l. 2. D] fires l. 17. D] up. l. 22. D] mates. l. 32. D] -happiness. - -p. =33=, l. 14. B-D] one stange of Revels, and each ye l. 29. B-D] I a -man? l. 37. D] thought - -p. =34=, l. 8. D] what Ill can l. 35. B and C] conveniance D] -convenience - -p. =35=, l. 11. B-D] I have no l. 26. D] born l. 30. D] shall l. 32. B -and C] marcht - -p. =36=, l. 2. A and D] their l. 10. A-D] son's - -p. =37=, l. 31. D] born - -p. =38=, l. 11. A-C] _The Dance_. l. 18. B-D] Theodoret? l. 32. D] to -'t. - -p. =39=, l. 7. B-D] Whether l. 13. B-D] my - -p. =40=, l. 9. D] knows. l. 12. D] face - -p. =41=, l. 8. D] loans l. 14. D] skill. l. 15. D] his - -p. =42=, l. 29. A-D] hour. l. 30. D] towards l. 35. D] gil'd - -p. =43=, l. 38. B-D] away - -p. =45=, l. 7. D] thing l. 36. D] thoughts. - -p. =46=, l. 5. A-D] nothing's hard, l. 9. D] _Ordeel._ l. 16. B-D] -humors. l. 17. A] Bring um l. 21. A-C] Here is l. 28. D] hear. l. 35. -D] knowledg. - -p. =47=, l. 1. _Possibly_ thou'rt made the blessing _is intended_ l. -14. D] _Puls_ - -p. =48=, l. 3. A-D] _Devi._ l. 11. D] an l. 20. B-D] thing - -p. =49=, l. 18. B and C] olive beare D] Olive-bear l. 23. A-C] What 'tis - -p. =50=, l. 12. A-C] I am l. 36. D] snip l. 37. B-D] us'd. - -p. =51=, l. 2. B-D] use of it l. 11. D] _Baun._ A _prints a new line_] -And we will l. 23. A-C] upon it l. 25. A-C] t'as l. 35. B and C] the -ability - -p. =52=, l. 24. D] hopes. l. 26. B-D] them. l. 30. A-C] the l. 39. B -and C] stirre D] stirr - -p. =53=, l. 6. A-C] doest l. 7. B-D] excuse. l. 10. D] I - -p. =54=, l. 7. D] from from l. 14. D] guick - -p. =55=, l. 15. D] Iaid down l. 19. B-D] pleasure - -p. =56=, l. 2. D] argment - -p. =57=, l. 17. B-D] than thou l. 21. A] it B and C] it, D] it. l. 29. -D] in all - -p. =58=, l. 18. D] misery? - -p. =59=, l. 4. A-C] of good D] of a good l. 7. A] a thy l. 15. B-D] and -l. 20. D] some l. 32. D] you? - -p. =60=, l. 29. D] _Soldier._ - -p. =61=, l. 28. A-C] only bind mee before l. 36. D] melancholly - -p. =62=, l. 8. A] fetch em ll. 9-10. A-C _omit one_] where l. 20. A] -em l. 25. A] was I, dreampt not of your conveiance? B and C] was I, -dreampt not of your conveyance? helpe to unbidd D] was I? dreamt not of -your conveyance, l. 30. A] top l. 31. A] em - -p. =63=, l. 25. D] piece-meals l. 32. D] paricide - -p. =64=, l. 2. D] Hawks l. 7. A-C] cures D] _omits the passage in_ -_square brackets from l. 11 to l. 30 on p. 67. Supplied here from_ A l. -25. A] prayers l. 35. C] grace feele yourselfe now - -p. =67=, l. 9. A] are B and C] them l. 19. A] defeeaed l. 20. B and C] -pleasures - -p. =68=, l. 6. A] give l. 21. A] um l. 27. D] _Martel._ l. 39. D] came - -p. =69=, l. 2. B-D] soule away l. 10. A] She is l. 15. B-D] Sir. l. 38. -A-C] _Dies_ - -p. =70=, l. 1. A] um l. 2. A] um l. 3. D] lasteh - - -THE WOMAN-HATER. - - =A= = 1607. =B= = 1607. =C= = 1648. =D= = 1649. - =E= = Second folio. - -(=A=) THE | WOMAN | HATER. | _As it hath beene lately Acted by | the_ -_Children of Paules_: | LONDON | Printed, and are to be sold | by _John -Hodgets_ in Paules | Church-yard. 1607. - -(=B=) _THE_ | WOMAN | HATER. | _As it hath beene lately Acted by | the_ -_Children of Paules_: | LONDON | Printed by _R. R._ and are to be | -sold by _John Hodgets_ in Paules | Church-yard. 1607. - -(=C=) THE | WOMAN | HATER. | _As it hath beene Acted by his_ -_Majesties_ | Servants with great Applause. | Written by | JOHN -FLETCHER Gent. | _LONDON_, | Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_, and are -to be sold at | his Shop at the _Princes Armes_ in St. _Pauls_ | -Church-yard. 1648. - -(=D=) THE | WOMAN | HATER, | OR THE | Hungry Courtier. | A COMEDY, -| _As it hath been Acted by his Majesties | Servants with great_ -_Applause._ | Written by | FRANCIS BEAMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. Gent. | -_LONDON_, | Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_, and are to be sold at | his -Shop at the _Princes Armes_ in St. _Pauls_ | Church-yard. 1649. - - The Prologue to the _Woman-hater_, or the - _Hungry Courtier_. - - _Ladies take't as a secret in your Eare,_ - _In stead of homage, and kind welcome here,_ - _I heartily could wish you all were gone;_ - _For if you stay, good faith, we are undone._ - _Alas! you now expect, the usuall wayes_ - _Of our addresse, which is your Sexes praise:_ - _But we to night, unluckily must speake,_ - _Such things will make your Lovers-Heart-strings breake,_ - _Bely your Virtues, and your beauties staine,_ - _With words, contriv'd long since, in your disdaine._ - _'Tis strange you stirre not yet; not all this while_ - _Lift up your Fannes to hide a scornefull smile:_ - _Whisper, or jog your Lords to steale away;_ - _So leave us t'act, unto our selves, our Play:_ - _Then sure, there may be hope, you can subdue_ - _Your patience to endure an Act or two:_ - _Nay more, when you are told our Poets rage_ - _Pursues but one example, which that age_ - _Wherein he liv'd produc'd; and we rely_ - _Not on the truth, but the varietie._ - _His Muse beleev'd not, what she then did write;_ - _Her Wings were wont to make a nobler flight;_ - _Sor'd high, and to the Stars, your Sex did raise;_ - _For which, full Twenty yeares, he wore the Bayes._ - _'Twas he reduced_ Evandra _from her scorne,_ - _And taught the sad_ Aspacia _how to mourne;_ - _Gave_ Arethusa's _love a glad reliefe._ - _And made_ Panthea _elegant in griefe._ - _If those great Trophies of his noble Muse,_ - _Cannot one humor 'gainst your Sex excuse_ - _Which we present to night; you'l finde a way_ - _How to make good the Libell in our Play:_ - _So you are cruell to your selves; whilst he_ - _(Safe in the fame of his integritie)_ - _Will be a Prophet, not a Poet thought;_ - _And this fine Web last long though loosely wrought_. - - The Epilogue to the _Woman-hater_, - or the _Hungry Courtier_. - - _The monuments of Vertue and desert,_ - _Appeare more goodly when the glosse of Art_ - _Is eaten off by time, then when at first:_ - _They were set up, not censur'd at the worst_ - _We have done our best for your contents to fit,_ - _With new paines, this old monument of wit._ - - _Dramatis Personæ_, - - Duke of _Millaine_ - _Gordamio_, The Woman-Hater - _Count Valore_, Brother to _Oriana_ - _Lucio_, A foolish Femall Statesman - _Arigo_, A Courtier attending the Duke - _Lazarillo_, A Voluptuous Smell-feast - His Boy. - A Mercer, A City-Gull, Perlously in Love with Learning. - A Pander - A Gentleman, Instructor to _Lucio_ - - A Secretary to _Lucio_ - Two Intelligencers - Servants. - _Oriana_, The Dukes Mistris - An old deafe Country Gentlewoman - Ladyes - _Madona_, A Courtezan - _Fraciscina_, One of her Wastcote-wayters. - - _The Scene Millaine._ - -p. =71=, l. 14. C-E] _dearenesse of his cares_ l. 16. C-E] _it would -please_ l. 25. C and D] _Lord Lord-borne_ E] Lord, Lord born - -p. =72=, l. 10. C-E] as if - -p. =73=, l. 8. E] and stare, l. 21. E] years l. 25. E] the dishes l. -29. E] Duke l. 34. E] knowledg, l. 36. C-E] to give - -p. =74=, l. 19. E] chac'd the l. 36. E] he gave him - -p. =75=, l. 6. C and D] pleasant varietyes E] pleasant variety l. 7. -E] swarmeth with l. 13. C-E] honor? l. 21. A and B] satisfied. C-E] -satisfied - -p. =76=, l. 7. E] two joals l. 18. E] Not Palaces l. 35. A and B] after -one another gone, C and D] after one another, and gone, - -p. =77=, l. 31. C-E] it will not swear l. 32. E] it it l. 37. E] -Exceeding apt to be - -p. =78=, l. 8. E] at your voice, l. 9. E] your Banquets l. 38. E] hav- - -p. =79=, l. 17. E] these ordinary l. 32. E] compass the - -p. =80=, l. 8. A-D] ... Capon sauce | Upon ... of dust, | Manchets -for ... shields | l. 13. A and B] Count is - -p. =81=, l. 17. E] l_ntelligencer_ l. 28. E] rare if you l. 31. A and -B] of Informer l. 16. A and B] in earnest? l. 18. C-E] ear-shots l. 30. -E] body, I will - -p. =83=, l. 1. A and B] _Int._ Your Lordships Servant. _is followed by -Laz._ Will it please C-E _print as a separate speech, coming before -Laz._] _Count._ Your Lordships Servant. l. 3. E] Lordship to walk? - -p. =84=, l. 15. A-E] desires Rome - -p. =85=, l. 8. A-D] have I good l. 19. C-E] plainess l. 23. A-D] in -talking, treason l. 38. E] shippers - -p. =86=, l. 25. C-E] How! _Arrigo: Lucio:_ l. 32. A-D] It is. - -p. =87=, l. 14. A-D] at her | to me? l. 31. A-E] of this new l. 32. E] -betwixt Curtains - -p. =88=, l. 4. E] tooth-picks? - -p. =89=, l. 35. E] Uususpected - -p. =90=, l. 5. C-E] thy Fortune is now l. 18. E] a clock, it l. 34. -A-D] Hath been - -p. =91=, l. 1. C-E] years old l. 4. E] sols l. 13. A-D] that men must -l. 14. C and D] that men must live E] that must live l. 23. A and B] -the busines C and D] the businesse l. 26. E] shall perceive l. 33. C-E] -_Arrigo Lucio_ l. 36. E] his. - -p. =92=, l. 15. C-E] Wither l. 27. A] Court, there l. 33. E] wil l. 39. -A-D] with patience. | to heare. E] with patience to hear. - -p. =93=, l. 31. E] Lady's l. 32. E] and twindge l. 37. E] _Crnd._ - -p. =94=, l. 6. E] a think as l. 7. E] let the l. 20. C-E] nor this l. -22. C-E] silkgrograns l. 35. E] doe, cover - -p. =95=, l. 1. E] have otherwise l. 17. E] lose - -p. =96=, l. 14. E] woman - -p. =97=, l. 32. E] knowledg - -p. =98=, l. 7. E] tougues l. 7. E] lose l. 28. E] the sweet - -p. =99=, l. 6. E] passion? yes l. 26. C-E] women: to l. 27. C-E] not to -be - -p. =100=, l. 8. E] I unrip l. 15. E] _Valores_, Sister l. 26. E] -_Basilisks_, dead - -p. =101=, l. 9. C-E] convert. l. 22. E] as I'm, l. 23. C-E] we have -store l. 34. C and D] I am the man that E] I'm the man that l. 38. E] -contritiou - -p. =102=, l. 4. E] ill Spirit ll. 8-10 C-E] - - _Gond._ By the true honest service, that I owe these eyes strangely, - My meaning is as spotles as my faith. - - _Oria._ The Duke doubt mine honour? a may judge - -l. 18. E] _Gondarino_, shall l. 24. E] Ladys are l. 27. A and B] where -Witches - -p. =103=, l. 34. E] comsort - -p. =104=, l. 6. C-E] outward court ll. 13-15 _are omitted from_ E - -p. =105=, l. 3. E] compass it search, l. 4. =E=] braius l. 20. C-E] -corrupted l. 25. A] cut out the meanes l. 25. C-E] sword l. 34. A-D] -here a - -p. =106=, l. 22. A-D] a saith l. 22. A-D] he is greater l. 24. A-D] -a was A and B] did yee l. 25. A-D] a fell l. 27. A-D] a meant l. 28. -E] is very l. 29. A and B] if a deale l. 33. C-E] we not l. 37. A-D] -because a l. 38. A-D] a wo'd l. 40. E] hand-sword - -p. =107=, l. 4. A and B] a be hanged. l. 19. C-E] be married - -p. =110=, l. 1. A and B] Surnamed l. 3. A] stand stiffe l. 3. A-D] -places, | And execute l. 9. A and B] rays'd bee; by this l. 15. A-D] -whether l. 16. A and B] whither? wither? l. 22. E] kill l. 23. E] in -black - -p. =111=, l. 1. E] _Actus Tertius._ l. 21. C-E] constancy; l. 27. C and -D] grave words l. 32. C-E] in the Summer - -p. =113=, l. 11. A and B] those women l. 28. C-E _omit_] only - -p. =114=, l. 14. E] thar l. 14. A-D _omit_] a l. 36. C-E] to recover - -p. =115=, l. 16. C-E _give_] _Gondarino_, where is the Lady? _a -separate line, as though not part of the Duke's speech_. l. 28. E] -punish l. 36. E] virtuous, - -p. =116=, l. 6. C-E _omit_] here l. 7. E] scohlar l. 18. C-E] if our l. -24. A-D] a comes l. 30. A-D] shee is l. 35. A and B] would ye - -p. =117=, l. 3. E] Peticoats, and Foreparts l. 5. C-E] compliment? -l. 10. E] stockins C-E] silk. l. 11. A and B] they are a the best -of wooll, and they cleeped jersey. C and D] they are of the best of -wooll, and they clyped Jersey. E] they're of the best of Wooll, and the -clipped Jersey l. 16. A and B] their bookes l. 39. C-E] Poesies, for - -p. =118=, l. 4. A-D] a have l. 13. C-E] I have l. 21. C-E] _Laz._ -Whereabouts l. 23. C-E] because of l. 31. A-D] durst a said - -p. =119=, l. 4. E] unsatisfied, shall l. 11. A and B] upon yee l. 14. -C-E] back, again fall l. 17. E] meet - -p. =120=, l. 2. C-E] Sphear l. 4. C-E] then l. 13. C-E] before l. 30. -C-E] what good l. 34. A-D] does a l. 36. A and B] is rich - -p. =121=, l. 1. A and B] is thine l. 2. A-D] a were C-E] Indenture l. -3. A-D] a bee a the l. 7. C-E _omit_] free l. 14. C-E] my l. 16. A and -B _omit stage direction_. l. 17. A-D] a comes l. 25. C-E] Fair Sir: I -thank ye? l. 35. A and B] feed ye - -p. =122=, l. 10. A and B] will ye l. 14. E _omits_] so l. 16. E] -afflictions l. 21. E] _Laz._ This kiss is yours, l. 28. C-E] hold l. -37. A-D] a should l. 39. A-D] a cal'd - -p. =123=, l. 37. C-E] to be one l. 37. C-E _omit_] same - -p. =124=, l. 2. C-E _omit_] have l. 37. C-E] thought - -p. =126=, l. 26. E] bandstring l. 27. E] send - -p. =127=, l. 21. A-D] this seven yeares l. 31. C-E] wind l. 39. A-D] -fetch am - -p. =128=, l. 4. A and B] All readie? - -p. =129=, l. 9. C-E _omit_] have l. 15. A-E] to bee hang'd, with -silence yet l. 32. E] ahd l. 33. C-E _omit_] now l. 34. A and B] so -forward - -p. =130=, l. 4. E] _1 Int._ l. 6. C-E _omit_] other l. 27. C and D] -Scena 3 E] _Scæna Tertia_ l. 30. E _omits_] again - -p. =131=, l. 2. A and B] wilfull, ignorant, | Of your owne nakednes, -did l. 24. A] dar'st to turne B] dar'st ta turne - -p. =132=, l. 7. E] goldeu l. 8. A-D] it l. 16. A and B] whome have ye -guarded hether C-E] who l. 22. A and B] a hath l. 25. E] have l. 28. -C-E] shall - -p. =133=, l. 27. C-E] what l. 34. E] brings - -p. =134=, l. 2. A] that the l. 23. E] neighbors, l. 38. C-E _omit_] most - -p. =135=, l. 10. C-E] longing l. 11. A-D] there is l. 18. C-E] my l. -34. A and B] not longer - -p. =137=, l. 3. E] good. l. 8. C-E] up, l. 13. A-D] you are l. 32. C-E -_omit_] it l. 34. A-D] deserve it. l. 35. A-E] too - -p. =138=, l. 15. B] feast at all C-E] feast all l. 16. A] be small l. -16. B _omits_] if l. 18. A and B] it betweene l. 20. A and B] heavens -guard the tother C and D] the tother l. 22. E _prints_] _Duke from_ -_above_ at end of line as stage direction. l. 23. B-E] What I? - -p. =139=, l. 3. A and B] ye can l. 13. A and B] talents l. 18. A and B] -give to you l. 26. C-E] make l. 29. A and B] Gundele C and D] Gondele -l. 34. E] _Cond._ l. 40. A-D] a part - -p. =140=, l. 5. A and B] assist ye l. 10. E] foft l. 16. A-D] do, if a -should E] do; if he should l. 18. A-D] if a cou'd get a knife, sure a -wo'd l. 19. A-D] a wo'd doe l. 24. A and B] stomack rawe - -p. =141=, l. 5. B-E] them on her l. 11. E] thy l. 34. C-E] does your -Lordship? - -p. =142=, l. 14. A-E] Whether l. 22. E] wrongfully, the l. 25. C-E] -meditate l. 26. E] Time will call l. 29. C-E] are most merciful - - -NICE VALOUR. - - =A= = First folio. =B= = Second folio. - -(=A=) THE | NICE VALOUR, | or, | The Passionate Mad-man. - -p. =143=. A _omits all after l. 2_. - -p. =144=, l. 3. B] suffrage l. 10. B] 'twos - -p. =145=, l. 5. B] repuations l. 8. A] I ha' l. 12. B] valour; no -virtue; l. 18. B] ot - -p. =146=, l. 5. A] 'Has l. 7. A] 'Had l. 18. B] faithlfuly - -p. =147=, l. 35. B] enemy? - -p. =148=, l. 22. A] I am - -p. =149=, l. 2. A _omits_] Lady, _at end_ l. 3. A and B _omit_] _1 -Gent. at beginning_ l. 22. A] I am - -p. =150=, l. 2. B] too - -p. =151=, l. 40. A] the equality - -p. =153=, l. 15. B] us, than - -p. =154=, l. 6. B] hie l. 7. B] amoroesly l. 8. B] _Shvm_ l. 18. B] is - -p. =157=, l. 5. B] _Women_, l. 18. B] time, make - -p. =158=, l. 23. A] an' that l. 29. A] This sute l. 36. A and B] him? - -p. =161=, l. 16. A] wrested l. 22. B] sword. - -p. =162=, l. 5. B] diff'rence, 'twixt l. 11. B] me, brings - -p. =163=, l. 24. A] beaten e'ne - -p. =164=, l. 3. B] same l. 32. A] 'Has - -p. =165=, l. 15. B] thot l. 27. B] _I_, doubt l. 36. B] may may - -p. =167=, l. 11. B] Tables l. 32. B] thon - -p. =169=, l. 15. B] lame l. 28. B] supper; - -p. =170=, l. 6. B] puddings. l. 11. A] Any your - -p. =171=, l. 38. B] _see 't._ - -p. =173=, l. 5. B] _Dap._ - -p. =174=, l. 22. B] Song? l. 35. B _omits_] nine - -p. =175=, l. 12. B] earth. l. 20. B] strength trust l. 21. B _omits_ -_this line_ l. 40. B] I shall - -p. =176=, l. 6. B] he l. 31. A] 'Death - -p. =177=, l. 27. B] heir l. 34. A] durst - -p. =178=, l. 11. B] _Duke_ l. 25. B] Gentleman l. 27. B] agen. l. 30. -A] _other_ - -p. =179=, l. 9. A] any anger l. 38. B] and I will - -p. =180=, l. 15. B] you l. 17. A] hox - -p. =182=, l. 15. A] this five yeare - -p. =183=, l. 22. B] upon me. l. 31. B] Yov l. 37. B] _2 Gen._ l. 39. B] -Sir. - -p. =184=, l. 23. B] kick - -p. =186=, l. 17. B] in l. 20. B] thick. l. 34. B] god - -p. =187=, l. 18. B] _Ha, ha, ha, ha._ - -p. =188=, l. 2. A] _Now I_ l. 9. B] Pas. l. 15. B] _other, like fools_ -_dancing,_ - -p. =191=, l. 16. B] pleasingly. - -p. =192=, l. 3. B] _Almanacks._ - -p. =193=, l. 36. B] _1 Duke._ - -p. =196=, l. 8. B] However l. 9. B] confess, it, - -p. =198=, l. 6. A] _he is_ l. 6. B] _writ._ - - -BEAUMONT'S LETTER. - - =A= = First folio. =B= = Second folio. - -p. =199=, l. 1. A] M. _Francis_ l. 2. A] Master _Fletcher_ l. 8. A] -_see, however absent is,_ l. 9. B] _Hay-makers_ l. 11. B] _Ile and_ l. -23. B] Rob. l. 26. A] _Providence, keeps_ l. 27. B] _knights_ - -p. =200=, l. 2. B _omits_] happy [_Should have been printed in italics_] - -p. =201=, l. 7. B] _Ketches_ - - -THE HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE. - - =A= = First folio. =B= = Second folio. - -p. =202=. A _omits all after l. 2_. - -p. =203=, l. 2. A] Orleans l. 9. B] brotherhood, had - -p. =204=, l. 24. B] rhe l. 32. B] Where-ever l. 37. B] _Longuezille_ - -p. =205=, l. 6. B] hehaviour - -p. =206=, l. 17. B] _Mrnt._ - -p. =207=, l. 3. B] if he l. 7. B] You're l. 16. B _repeats_] A member -as to lose the use-- - -p. =208=, l. 13. B] outside, would l. 24. A] with labour sir, - -p. =209=, l. 26. A] of this l. 27. B] merciful l. 29. B] people, that - -p. =210=, l. 7. B] _Lang._ l. 23. A] thought, had - -p. =211=, l. 33. A] our eyes. - -p. =212=, l. 13. B] say; l. 22. B] matter: - -p. =213=, l. 3. A] Defence is never l. 5. B] the Girdler, or the l. 26. -B] Beholding, terrify l. 33. B] it, shall - -p. =214=, l. 5. B] you silences l. 13. B] report, you l. 16. B] to l. -25. B] charitable l. 34. B] cloths - -p. =215=, l. 2. B] I'll l. 24. B] Heaven - -p. =216=, l. 1. A] knowest l. 2. B] I'm - -p. =217=, l. 8. B] _Montague_, had l. 23. A _omits the stage -direction_. l. 24. A] _Enter Amiens_ l. 38. B] word - -p. =218=, l. 16. B] Heaven. l. 33. B] parsuade - -p. =219=, l. 1. A] Then that thou hast l. 2. A] enemie l. 33. A] Or -kisses - -p. =220=, l. 3. B] one l. 4. B] parsuade A] the force. l. 19. B] you? -l. 34. B] _Leng._ - -p. =221=, l. 21. B] do; l. 31. B] it we - -p. =222=, l. 4. A] Greater l. 16. A] A bullet; if you be Captain, my l. -21. B] _Lau._ - -p. =223=, l. 33. A and B] Citizen. - -p. =225=, l. 8. A] it seise l. 21. A] certainest - -p. =226=, l. 9. A and B] _Whithin_ l. 18. A] for if, thou hadst have l. -26. B] Orleans, is - -p. =227=, l. 21. B] I'll l. 34. A and B] _Duboyes?_ l. 35. B] hand, hast - -p. =228=, l. 7. B] _Ori._ l. 13. A] women they rayle, out right. B] -women; they rayl out right. l. 16. A] pritty | Jelly. l. 17. A] gallant -l. 21. B] too to, - -p. =229=, l. 4. B _omits_] God l. 11. A] he's a - -p. =230=, l. 15. A] a merry l. 18. B] reason - -p. =231=, l. 6. B] dost not - -p. =233=, l. 22. A] free out the - -p. =234=, l. 4. B] tel I - -p. =235=, l. 9. A and B] ous - -p. =237=, l. 12. A] received for ll. 15-16. A] tale-man - -p. =238=, l. 2. B] Heaven - -p. =239=, l. 3. A] seem to me unapt l. 13. B] dream; - -p. =240=, l. 32. B] wIll l. 36. A] Trouble most willingly; - -p. =241=, l. 5. A] showed upon l. 6. B] preformance l. 9. A] make of -one which my state l. 13. A] tell me, prevent your further l. 16. B] -_Orleane_ l. 37. A] hath brought - -p. =242=, l. 3. A] about all safe l. 5. A] deserve a B] deserves, a l. -16. A] makes l. 25. A] Crohieture l. 28. B] foot-cloaths, durst l. 37. -A] ha'. - -p. =243=, l. 13. B] if I may l. 23. A _omits stage direction_ - -p. =245=, l. 10. A] _Charlo, Veramour, salute._ B] _aud_ Voramour, l. -23. B] derseved l. 28. B] pleased; l. 35. B] mine? - -p. =246=, l. 3. B] Which is as it l. 28. B] tongue l. 30. B] cozenages -l. 32. A] tell you l. 39. B] like I y, - -p. =247=, l. 36. A] had done - -p. =248=, l. 29. B] gentler - -p. =249=, l. 10. B] boy but is wanting l. 34. B] lie - -p. =250=, l. 16. B] quenceh - -p. =251=, l. 4. A] _Enter Veramour with Counters_ l. 7. B] merry) or l. -16. B] tencher l. 18. B] Heaven l. 19. B] Heaven - -p. =252=, l. 6. B] disconrse l. 7. A] of Wormes make l. 27. B] l. 40. -B] up all all the - -p. =253=, l. 3. B] Gentlewoman? l. 30. B] _Chal._ - -p. =254=, l. 8. B] jealons l. 13. B] go. Sir; l. 14. B] Heaven l. 17. -B] will - -p. =255=, l. 9. A] white cheeke - -p. =257=, l. 25. A] Sea-service l. 31. A] o'us l. 34. B] troulesomest - -p. =258=, l. 17. B] will he l. 26. A] a raile but my Swords bredth, -upon a battlement, B] battlement. - -p. =259=, l. 12. B] ths l. 31. B] treason l. 36. A] _their Swords_. l. -39. B] So, - -p. =260=, l. 9.?] _see to_ l. 11. B] Out-loathed l. 26. B _omits_] -_Lam._ l. 34. B] dye l. 36. A] their - -p. =261=, l. 2. B] Out-howling l. 4. A] countenance l. 7. B] thon l. -15. A] of devils - -p. =262=, l. 25. B] Heaven - -p. =263=, l. 3. B] feel? l. 15. A] I am l. 17. B] _Lan._ l. 26. B] Ha' -my - -p. =264=, l. 19. B] no, worse l. 23. A] and a black - -p. =266=, l. 1. B] Heaven l. 29. B] offended. - -p. =268=, l. 1. B] dog-whip? l. 38. B] Heaven - -p. =270=, l. 36. A] Stur your - -p. =271=, l. 6. B] _Lam._ l. 28. A and B] too B] rgainst - -p. =272=, l. 16. B] lik l. 21. B] company, - -p. =273=, l. 1. B] married and l. 7. A] credit which is worse cannot l. -17. B] understand, love l. 19. B] the l. 25. B] Heaven l. 32. A] Nay - -p. =274=, l. 31. B] Hell l. 31. A] _Dunkirks_ - -p. =275=, l. 7. B] _Lov._ l. 7. B] Heaven l. 8. B] _Montagne_ l. 24. B] -new - -p. =276=, l. 18. B _omits_] God l. 39. B] Sea-works - -p. =277=, l. 1. A] me on l. 2. A] Right Courtier - -p. =279=, l. 19. A] _Command_ B] _Command's_ - -p. =280=, l. 13. B] _For_ l. 28. B] _knows_ l. 31. B] _hear_ - - -THE MASQUE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF GRAYS-INNE AND THE INNER-TEMPLE. - -The quarto is as follows: - -THE | MASQUE | OF THE INNER | TEMPLE AND GRAYES | INNE: | GRAYES INNE -AND THE IN-|NER TEMPLE, PRESENTED BEFORE | his Majestie, the Queenes -Majestie, the Prince, Count | _Palatine and the Lady Elizabeth their -Highnesses, in_ | the Banquetting house at White-hall on Sa-|turday -the twentieth day of Fe-|bruarie, 1612. | _AT LONDON,_ | Imprinted -by _F.K._ for _George Norton_, and are to be | at his shoppe neere -Temple-bar. - -THE MASKE OF | THE INNER TEMPLE AND | GRAYES INNE, GRAYES INNE | and -the Inner Temple, presented before his | _Majestie, the Queenes, &c._ - -This Maske was appointed to have beene presented the Shrove-tuesday -before, at which time the Maskers with their attendants and divers -others gallant young Gentlemen of both houses, as their convoy, set -forth from Winchester house which was the _Rende vous_ towards the -Court, about seven of the clocke at night. - -This voyage by water was performed in great Triumph. The gentlemen -Maskers being placed by themselves in the Kings royall barge with the -rich furniture of state, and adorned with a great number of lights -placed in such order as might make best shew. - -They were attended with a multitude of barges and gallies, with all -variety of lowde Musicke, and severall peales of Ordnance. And led by -two Admiralls. - -Of this shew his Majesty was gratiously pleased to take view, with -the Prince, the Count _Palatine_, and the Lady _Elizabeth:_ their -highnesses at the windowes of his privy gallerie upon the water, till -their landing, which was at the privy staires: where they were most -honorablie received by the Lord Chamberlaine, and so conducted to the -Vestry. - -The Hall was by that time filled with company of very good fashion, but -yet so as a very great number of principall Ladies, and other noble -persons were not yet come in, wherby it was foreseen that the roome -would be so scanted as might have been inconvenient. And there upon his -Majesty was most gratiously pleased with the consent of the gentlemen -Maskers, to put off the night until Saturday following with this -special favour and priviledge, that there should bee no let, as to the -outward ceremony of magnificence untill that time. - -At the day that it was presented, there was a choice roome reserved -for the gentlemen, of both their houses, who comming in troope about -seven of the clocke, received that speciall honor and noble favour, as -to be brought to their places, by the Right Honourable the Earle of -Northampton, Lord Privie Seale. - -TO THE WORTHIE | SIR FRANCIS BACON, HIS MA-|JESTIES SOLLICITOR -GENE-|rall, and the grave and learned Bench of | the anciently allied -houses of Grayes | Inne, and the Inner Temple, the Inner | _Temple, and -Grayes Inne._ - -_Yee that spared no time nor travell, in the setting forth, ordering, -& furnishing of this Masque, being the first fruits of honor in this -kinde, which these two societies have offered to his Majestie: Will -not thinke much now to looke backe upon the effects of your owne care -and worke: for that whereof the successe was then doubtfull, is now -happily performed and gratiously accepted. And that which you were -then to thinke of in straites of time, you may now peruse at leysure. -And you Sir_ Francis Bacon _especially, as you did then by your -countenance, and loving affection advance it, so let your good word -grace it, and defend it, which is able to adde value to the greatest, -and least matters._ - - THE DEVISE OR | ARGUMENT OF THE | MASQUE. - -_Jupiter_ and _Juno_ willing to doe honour to the Mariage of the -two famous Rivers _Thamesis_ and _Rhene_, imploy their Messengers -severally, _Mercurie_ and _Iris_ for that purpose. They meete and -contend: then _Mercurie_ for his part brings forth an Anti-masque all -of Spirits or divine Natures: but yet not of one kinde or liverie -(because that had been so much in use heretofore) but as it were in -consort like to broken Musicke. And preserving the proprietie of the -devise; for that Rivers in nature are maintained either by Springs from -beneath, or Shewers from above: He raiseth foure of the _Naiades_ out -of the Fountaines, and bringeth downe five of the _Hyades_ out of the -Cloudes to daunce; hereupon _Iris_ scoffes at _Mercurie_ for that hee -had devised a daunce but of one Sexe, which could have no life: but -_Mercurie_ who was provided for that exception, and in token that the -Match should be blessed both with Love and Riches calleth forth out of -the Groves foure _Cupids_, and brings downe from _Jupiters_ Altar foure -_Statuaes_ of gold and silver to daunce with the Nymphes and Starres: -in which daunce the _Cupids_ being blinde, and the _Statuaes_ having -but halfe life put into them, and retaining still somewhat of their old -nature, giveth fit occasion to new and strange varieties both in the -Musick and paces. This was the first Anti-masque. - -Then _Iris_ for her part in scorne of this high flying devise, and in -token that the Match shall likewise be blessed with the love of the -Common People, calles to _Flora_ her confederate (for that the Moneths -of flowers are likewise the Moneths of sweete shewers, and Raine-bowes) -to bring in a May-daunce or Rurall daunce, consisting likewise not -of any suted persons, but of a confusion, or commixture of all such -persons as are naturall and proper for Countrey sports. This is the -second Anti-masque. - -Then _Mercurie_ and _Iris_ after this vying one upon the other, seeme -to leave their contention: and _Mercurie_ by the consent of _Iris_ -brings downe the _Olympian_ Knights, intimating that _Jupiter_ having -after a long discontinuance revived the _Olympian_ games, and summoned -thereunto from all parts the liveliest, & activest persons that were, -had enjoyned them before they fell to their games to doe honour to -these Nuptials. The _Olympian_ games portend to the Match, Celebritie, -Victorie, and Felicitie. This was the maine Masque. - -The Fabricke was a Mountaine with two descents, and severed with two -Travesses. - - _At the entrance of the King._ - -The first Travers was drawne, and the lower descent of the Mountaine -discovered; which was the Pendant of a hill to life, with divers -boscages and Grovets upon the steepe or hanging grounds thereof, and at -the foote of the Hill, foure delicate Fountaines running with water and -bordered with sedges and water flowers. - -_Iris_ first appeared, and presently after _Mercurie_ striving to -overtake her. - -_Iris_ apparelled in a robe of discoulored Taffita figured in variable -colours, like the Raine-bowe, a cloudie wreath on her head, and Tresses. - -_Mercurie_ in doublet and hose of white Taffita, a white hat, wings on -his shoulders and feet, his Caduceus in his hand, speaking to _Iris_ as -followeth. - - MERCURIE. - - Stay, Stay. - Stay light foot _Iris_, for thou strivest in vaine, - My wings are nimbler then thy feete. - - IRIS. - - Away, - Dissembling _Mercury_; my messages - Aske honest haste, not like those wanton ones - Your thundring father sends. - - MERCURIE. - - Stay foolish Maid, - Or I will take my rise upon a hill, - When I perceive thee seated in a cloud, - In all the painted glorie that thou hast, - And never cease to clap my willing wings, - Till I catch hold of thy discolour'd Bow, - And shiver it beyond the angry power - Of your curst Mistresse, to make up againe. - - IRIS. - - _Hermes_ forbeare, _Juno_ will chide and strike; - Is great _Jove_ jealous that I am imploy'd - On her love errands? she did never yet - Claspe weake mortalitie in her white armes, - As he hath often done: I onely come - To celebrate the long wisht Nuptials, - Heere in _Olympia_, which are now perform'd - Betwixt two goodly Rivers, which have mixt - Their gentle rising waves, and are to grow - Into a thousand streames, great as themselves; - I need not name them, for the sound is lowde - In heaven and earth, and I am sent from her - The Queene of Mariage, that was present heere, - And smil'd to see them joyne, and hath not chid - Since it was done: good _Hermes_ let me go. - - MERCURIE. - - Nay you must stay, _Joves_ message is the same, - Whose eies are lightning, and whose voice is thunder, - Whose breath is any winde, he will, who knowes - How to be first on earth as well as heaven. - - IRIS. - - But what hath he to doe with Nuptiall rights? - Let him keepe state upon his starry throne, - And fright poore mortals with his thunderbolts, - Leaving to us the mutuall darts of eyes. - - MERCURIE. - - Alas, when ever offer'd he t'abridge - Your Ladies power, but onely now in these, - Whose match concernes his generall government? - Hath not each god a part in these high joyes? - And shall not he the King of gods presume - Without proud _Junoes_ licence? let her know - That when enamor'd _Jove_ first gave her power - To linke soft hearts in Undissolved bonds, - He then foresaw, and to himselfe reserv'd - The honor of this Mariage: thou shalt stand - Still as a Rocke, while I to blesse this feast - Will summon up with my all charming rod, - The Nymphes of fountains, from whose watry locks - Hung with the dew of blessing and encrease, - The greedie Rivers take their nourishment. - You Nymphes, who bathing in your loved springs, - Beheld these Rivers in their infancie, - And joy'd to see them, when their circled heads - Refresht' the aire, and spread the ground with flowers: - Rise from your Wells, and with your nimble feete - Performe that office to this happie paire; - Which in these plaines, you to _Alpheus_ did; - When passing hence through many seas unmixt, - He gained the favour of his _Arethuse_. - - Immediatlie upon which speech foure _Naiades_ - arise gentlie out of their severall - Fountaines, and present themselves upon the - Stage, attired in long habits of sea-greene - Taffita, with bubbles of Christall intermixt - with powdering of silver resembling drops - of water; blewish Tresses on their heads, - garlands of Water-Lillies. They fall into a - Measure, daunce a little, then make a stand. - - IRIS. - - Is _Hermes_ growne a lover, by what power - Unknowne to us, calls he the _Naiades?_ - - MERCURIE. - - Presumptuous _Iris_, I could make thee daunce - Till thou forgott'st thy Ladies messages, - And rann'st backe crying to her, thou shall know - My power is more, onely my breath, and this - Shall move fix'd starres, and force the firmament - To yeeld the _Hyades_, who governe showers, - And dewie clouds, in whose dispersed drops - Thou form'st the shape of thy deceitfull Bow. - You maids, who yearely at appointed times, - Advance with kindly teares, the gentle flouds, - Descend, and powre your blessing on these streames, - Which rolling downe from heaven aspiring hils, - And now united in the fruitfull vales; - Beare all before them ravisht with their joy, - And swell in glorie till they know no bounds. - - Five _Hyades_ descend softly in a cloud from the - firmament, to the middle part of the hill, - apparelled in skie coloured Taffita robes, - spangled like the Heavens, golden Tresses, - and each a faire Starre on their head, from - thence descend to the Stage, at whose sight - the _Naiades_ seeming to rejoyce, meete and - joyne in a dance. - - IRIS. - - Great witte and power hath _Hermes_ to contrive - A livelesse dance, which of one sexe consists. - - MERCURIE. - - Alas poore _Iris_, _Venus_ hath in store - A secret Ambush of her winged boyes, - Who lurking long within these pleasant groves; - First strucke these Lovers with their equall darts, - Those _Cupids_ shall come forth, and joyne with these, - To honor that which they themselves begun. - - Enter foure _Cupids_ from each side of the - Boscage, attired in flame coloured Taffita - close to their bodie like naked Boyes, with - Bowes, Arrowes, and wings of gold: Chaplets - of flowers on their heads, hoodwinckt with - Tiffiny scarfs, who joyne with the Nymphes, - and the _Hyades_ in another daunce. That - ended, _Iris_ speakes. - - IRIS. - - Behold the Statuaes which wise _Vulcan_ plac'd - Under the Altar of Olympian _Jove_, - Shall daunce for joy of these great Nuptialls: - And gave to them an Artificiall life, - See how they move, drawne by this heavenly joy, - Like the wilde trees, which follow'd _Orpheus_ Harpe. - - The _Statuaes_ enter, supposed to be before - descended from _Joves_ Altar, and to have - been prepared in the covert with the - _Cupids_, attending their call. - -These _Statuaes_ were attired in cases of gold and silver close to -their bodie, faces, hands and feete, nothing seene but gold and silver, -as if they had been solid Images of mettall, Tresses of haire as they -had been of mettall imbossed, girdles and small aprons of oaken leaves, -as if they likewise had been carved or molded out of the mettall: at -their comming, the Musicke changed from Violins to Hoboyes, Cornets, -&c. And the ayre of the Musicke was utterly turned into a soft time, -with drawing notes, excellently expressing their natures, and the -Measure likewise was fitted unto the same, and the _Statuaes_ placed -in such severall postures, sometimes all together in the Center of the -daunce, and sometimes in the foure utmost Angles, as was very gracefull -besides the noveltie: and so concluded the first Anti-masque. - - MERCURIE. - - And what will _Junoes Iris_ do for her? - - IRIS. - - Just match this shew; or my Invention failes, - Had it beene worthier, I would have invok'd - The blazing Comets, Clouds and falling Starres, - And all my kindred Meteors of the Ayre - To have excell'd it, but I now must strive - To imitate Confusion, therefore thou - Delightfull _Flora_, if thou ever felt'st - Encrease of sweetnesse in those blooming plants, - On which the homes of my faire bow decline; - Send hither all the Rurall company, - Which decke the May-games with their Countrey sports; - _Juno_ will have it so. - - The second Anti-masque rush in, daunce their Measure, and - as rudely depart, consisting of a Pedant. - - May Lord, May Lady. - Servingman, Chambermaide. - A Countrey Clowne, or Shepheard, Countrey Wench. - An Host, Hostesse. - A Hee Baboone, Shee Baboone. - A Hee Foole, Shee Foole ushering them in. - - All these persons apparelled to the life, the - Men issuing out of one side of the Boscage, - and the Woemen from the other: the Musicke - was extremely well fitted, having such a - spirit of Countrey jolitie, as can hardly be - imagined, but the perpetuall laughter and - applause was above the Musicke. - -The dance likewise was of the same strain, and the Dancers, or rather -Actors expressed every one their part so naturally, and aptly, as when -a Mans eye was caught with the one, and then past on to the other, hee -could not satisfie himselfe which did best. It pleased his Majestie -to call for it againe at the end, as he did likewise for the first -Anti-masque, but one of the _Statuaes_ by that time was undressed. - - MERCURIE. - - _Iris_ we strive, - Like windes at libertie, who should do worst - Ere we returne. If _Juno_ be the Queene - Of Mariage, let her give happie way - To what is done, in honor of the State - She governes. - - IRIS. - - _Hermes,_ so it may be done - Meerely in honor of the State, and these - That now have prov'd it, not to satisfie - The lust of _Jupiter_, in having thankes - More then his _Juno_, if thy snakie rod - Have power to search the heavens, or sound the sea, - Or call together all the ends of earth, - To bring in any thing that may do grace - To us, and these; do it, we shall be pleas'd. - - MERCURY. - - Then know that from the mouth of _Jove_ himselfe, - Whose words have wings, and need not to be borne; - I tooke a message, and I bare it through - A thousand yeelding clouds, and never stai'd - Till his high will was done: the Olympian games - Which long have slept, at these wish'd Nuptials, - He pleas'd to have renew'd, and all his Knights - Are gathered hither, who within their tents - Rest on this hill, upon whose rising head. - Behold _Joves_ Altar, and his blessed Priests - Moving about it: come you holy men, - And with your voices draw these youthes along, - That till _Joves_ musicke call them to their games, - Their active sports may give a blest content - To those, for whom they are againe begun. - - * * * * * - - _The Maine Masque._ - -The second Travers is drawne, and the higher ascent of the Mountaine -is discovered, wherein upon a levell after a great rise of the Hill, -were placed two Pavilions: open in the front of them, the Pavilions -were to sight as of cloth of gold, and they were trimmed on the inside -with rich Armour and Militarie furniture hanged up as upon the walles, -and behind the Tents there were represented in prospective, the tops of -divers other Tents, as if it had been a Campe. In these Pavilions were -placed fifteene _Olympian_ Knights, upon seates a little imbowed neere -the forme of a Croisant, and the Knights appeared first, as consecrated -persons all in vailes, like to Coapes, of silver Tiffinie, gathered, -and falling a large compasse about them, and over their heads high -Miters with long pendants behind falling from them, the Miters were -so high, that they received their hats and feathers, that nothing was -seene but vaile: in the midst betweene both the Tents upon the very top -of the hill, being a higher levell then that of the Tents, was placed -_Jupiters_ Altar gilt, with three great Tapers upon golden Candlesticks -burning upon it: and the foure _Statuaes_, two of gold, and two of -silver, as supporters, and _Jupiters_ Priests in white robes about it. - -Upon the sight of the King, the vailes of the Knights did fall easilie -from them, and they appeared in their owne habit. - - _The Knights attire._ - -Arming doublets of Carnation satten embrodered with Blazing Starres -of silver plate, with powderings of smaller Starres betwixt, gorgets -of silver maile, long hose of the same, with the doublets laide with -silver lace spangled, and enricht with embroderie betweene the lace: -Carnation silke stockins imbrodered all over, garters and roses -sutable: Pumpes of Carnaiton satten imbrodered as the doublets, hats -of the same stuffe and embroderie cut like a helmet before, the hinder -part cut into Scallops, answering the skirts of their doublets: the -bands of the hats were wreathes of silver in forme of garlands of wilde -Olives, white feathers with one fall of Carnation, Belts of the same -stuffe and embrodered with the doublet: Silver swords, little Italian -bands and cuffes embrodered with silver, faire long Tresses of haire. - - _The Priests habits._ - -Long roabes of white Taffita, long white heads of haire. The high -Priest a cap of white silke shagge close to his head, with two labels -at the eares, the midst rising in forme of a Pyramis, in the top -thereof a branch of silver, every Priest playing upon a Lute: twelve in -number. - - The Priests descend and sing this song following, - after whom the Knights likewise descend: - first laying aside their vailes, belts, and - swords. - - The first Song. - - _Shake off your heavy traunce,_ - _And leape into a daunce,_ - _Such as no mortals use to treade,_ - _Fit only for_ Apollo - _To play to, for the Moone to lead,_ - _And all the Starres to follow._ - - The Knights by this time are all descended and - fallen into their place, and then daunce - their first Measure. - - The second Song. - - _On blessed youthes, for_ Jove _doth pause_ - _Laying aside his graver lawes_ - _For this device,_ - _And at the wedding such a paire,_ - _Each daunce is taken for a praier,_ - _Each song a sacrifice._ - - The Knights daunce their second Measure. - - The third Song. - - Single. - - _More pleasing were these sweet delights,_ - _If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights;_ - _Runne ev'ry one of you and catch_ - _A Nymph in honor of this match;_ - _And whisper boldly in her eare,_ - _Jove will but laugh, if you forsweare._ - - All. - - _And this dayes sinnes he doth resolve_ - _That we his Priests should all absolve._ - - The Knights take their Ladies to daunce with them - Galliards, Durets, Corantoes, &c. and leade - them to their places. Then loude Musicke - sound's, supposed to call them to their - _Olympian_ games. - - The fourth Song. - - _Ye should stay longer if we durst,_ - _Away, alas that he that first_ - _Gave Time wilde wings to fly away,_ - _Hath now no power to make him stay._ - _But though these games must needs be plaid,_ - _I would this Paire, when they are laid,_ - _And not a creature nie them,_ - _Could catch his scythe, as he doth passe,_ - _And cut his wings, and breake his glasse,_ - _And keepe him ever by them._ - - The Knights daunce their parting Measure and - ascend, put on their Swords and Belts, during - which time the Priests sing the fifth and - last Song. - - _Peace and silence be the guide_ - _To the Man, and to the Bride,_ - _If there be a joy yet new_ - _In mariage, let it fall on you,_ - _That all the world may wonder._ - _If we should stay, we should doe worse,_ - _And turne our blessing to a curse,_ - _By keeping you asunder._ - - FINIS. - - =Q= = Quarto. =A= = First folio. =B= = Second folio. - -p. =281=, l. 6. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (10 of 10) - Thierry and Theodoret; The Woman-Hater; Nice Valour; The - Honest Man's Fortune; The Masque of the Gentlemen; Four - Plays in One - -Author: Francis Beaumont - John Fletcher - -Release Date: September 30, 2015 [EBook #50096] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER'S WORKS, VOL 10 *** - - - - -Produced by Richard Tonsing, Jonathan Ingram and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - -<div class="tnotes covernote"> - <p>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> -<div id="halftitle"> - - - - -<p class="ph1">FRANCIS BEAUMONT</p> - -<p class="ph2">Born 1584<br /> -Died 1616</p> - -<p class="ph1">JOHN FLETCHER</p> - -<p class="ph2">Born 1579<br /> -Died 1625 -</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p> -<div id="titlepage"> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h1><i>BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER</i><br /> - -<span class="xlarge">THIERRY AND THEODORET<br /> - -THE WOMAN-HATER<br /> - -NICE VALOUR<br /> - -THE HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE<br /> - -THE MASQUE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF -GRAYS-INNE AND THE INNER-TEMPLE<br /> - -FOUR PLAYS OR MORAL -REPRESENTATIONS IN ONE</span></h1> - - -<p>THE TEXT EDITED BY</p> - -<p class="large">A.R. WALLER, M.A.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 120px;"> -<img src="images/i10.jpg" width="120" height="142" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p>Cambridge:</p> - -<p>at the University Press</p> - -<p>1912 -</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center">CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS</p> - -<p class="center">London: FETTER LANE, E.C.</p> - -<p class="center">C. F. CLAY, <span class="smcap">Manager</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 68px;"> -<img src="images/i11.jpg" width="68" height="71" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET</p> - -<p class="center">Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO.</p> - -<p class="center">Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS</p> - -<p class="center">New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS</p> - -<p class="center">Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., <span class="smcap">Ltd.</span></p> - -<p class="center p6"><i>All rights reserved</i> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>PREFACE</h2> - - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">In</span> 1905, the Syndics of the University Press -asked me to complete, upon the lines laid down -in the preface to volume I, the editing of the reprint -of the Second Folio of the works of Beaumont and -Fletcher which had been begun by Arnold Glover. -The present volume sees the end of the task. In -1906, it was announced that a volume or, possibly, -two volumes of notes would follow the text. These, -together with a critical text of the scattered poems, -must be left to other hands. I hoped, at one time, -to undertake this additional burden myself, but that -seems now to have become impossible.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 13em;">A. R. WALLER</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>21 May 1912</i></span><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a><br /><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS"> - <tr> - <td></td> - <th>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thierry and Theodoret</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Woman-Hater</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nice Valour, or The Passionate Mad-man</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mr. Francis Beaumonts Letter to Ben. Johnson</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Honest Man's Fortune</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Masque of the Gentlemen of Grays-Inne and the Inner-Temple</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Four Plays or Moral Representations in One</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Appendix</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_365">365</a></td> - </tr> -</table></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a><br /><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>THE TRAGEDY<br /> - -OF<br /> - -Thierry and Theodoret.</h2> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Theodoret, Brunhalt, Bawd[b]er.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16">BRUNHALT.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">T</span><span class="smcap">axe</span> me with these hot tainters?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theodoret.</i> You are too sudain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I doe but gently tell you what becomes you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what may bend your honor! how these courses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of loose and lazie pleasures; not suspected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But done and known, your mind that grants no limit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all your Actions follows, which loose people<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That see but through a mist of circumstance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare term ambitious; all your wayes hide sores<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opening in the end to nothing but ulcers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your instruments like these may call the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a fearfull clamor, to examine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, and to what we govern. From example<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not for vertues sake ye may be honest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There have been great ones, good ones, and 'tis necessary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because you are your self, and by your self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A self-peece from the touch of power and Justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should command your self, you may imagine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which cozens all the world, but chiefly women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The name of greatness glorifies your actions<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And strong power like a pent-house, promise[s]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shade you from opinion; Take heed mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let us all take heed these most abuse us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sins we doe, people behold through opticks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shews them ten times more than common vices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often multiplys them: Then what justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare we inflict upon the weak offenders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we are theeves our selves?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> This is, <i>Martell</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Studied and pen'd unto you, whose base person<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I charge you by the love you owe a mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as you hope for blessings from her prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither to give belief to, nor allowance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next I tell you Sir, you from whom obedience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is so far fled, that you dare taxe a mother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay further, brand her honor with your slanders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And break into the treasures of her credit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your easiness is abused, your faith fraited<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lyes, malitious lyes, your merchant mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that never knew more trade then Tales, and tumbling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suspitious into honest hearts; What you or he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or all the world dare lay upon my worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This for your poor opinions: I am shee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so will bear my self, whose truth and whiteness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall ever stand as far from these detections<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you from dutie, get you better servants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">People of honest actions without ends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whip these knaves away, they eat your favours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn 'em unto poysons: my known credit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom all the Courts o' this side <i>Nile</i> have envied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happy she could site me, brought in question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in my hours of age and reverence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When rather superstition should be rendred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by a Rush that one days warmth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath shot up to this swelling; Give me justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is his life.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Theod.</i> This is an impudence, and he must tell you, that till -now mother brought ye a sons obedience, and now breaks it -Above the sufferance of a Son.</p> - -<p><i>Bawd.</i> Bless us!</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I doe now begin to feel my self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turning into a halter, and the ladder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turning from me, one pulling at my legs too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> These truths are no mans tales, but all mens troubles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are, though your strange greatness would out-stare u'm:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Witness the daily Libels, almost Ballads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every place, almost in every Province,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are made upon your lust, Tavern discourses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crowds cram'd with whispers; Nay, the holy Temples,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not without your curses: Now you would blush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But your black tainted blood dare not appear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear I should fright that too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> O ye gods!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Do not abuse their names: They see your actions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your conceal'd sins, though you work like Moles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies level to their justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Art thou a Son?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> The more my shame is of so bad a mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more your wretchedness you let me be so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But woma[n], for a mothers name hath left me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since you have left your honor; Mend these ruins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And build again that broken fame, and fairly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your most intemperate fires have burnt, and quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within these ten days take a Monasterie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A most strickt house; a house where none may whisper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where no more light is known but what may make ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe there is a day where no hope dwells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor comfort but in tears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> O miserie!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> And there to cold repentance, and starv'd penance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tye your succeeding days; Or curse me heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If all your guilded knaves, brokers, and bedders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even he you built from nothing, strong <i>Protal[dy]e</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not made ambling Geldings; All your maids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that name doe not shame 'em, fed with spunges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To suck away their ranckness; And your self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Onely to empty Pictures and dead Arras<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offer your old desires.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I will not curse you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor lay a prophesie upon your pride,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Though heaven might grant me both: unthankfull, no,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I nourish'd ye, 'twas I, poor I groan'd for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas I felt what you suffer'd, I lamented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When sickness or sad hours held back your swe[e]tness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas I pay'd for your sleeps, I watchd your wakings:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My daily cares and fears, that rid, plaid, walk'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discours'd, discover'd, fed and fashion'd you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what you are, and I am thus rewarded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> But that I know these tears I could dote on 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kneell to catch 'em as they fall, then knit 'em<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into an Armlet, ever to be honor'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But woman they are dangerous drops, deceitfull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of the weeper, anger and ill nature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> In my last hours despis'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> That Text should tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How ugly it becomes you to err thus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your flames are spent, nothing but smoke maintains ye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those your favour and your bounty suffers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lye not with you, they do but lay lust on you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then imbrace you as they caught a palsie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your power they may love, and like spanish Jennetts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commit with such a gust.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> I would take whipping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pay a fine now. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Bawdber.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> But were ye once disgraced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fallen in wealth, like leaves they would flie from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And become browse for every beast; You will'd me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stock my self with better friends, and servants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With what face dare you see me, or any mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That keep a race of such unheard of relicks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bawds, Leachers, Letches, female fornications,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And children in their rudiments to vices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old men to shew examples: and lest Art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should loose her self in act, to call back custome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave these, and live like <i>Niobe</i>. I told you how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when your eyes have dropt away remembrance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of what you were. I 'm your Son! performe it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Am I a woman, and no more power in me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tye this Tyger up, a soul to no end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I got shame and lost my will? <i>Brunhalt</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> -<span class="i0">From this accursed hour, forget thou bor'st him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any part of thy blood gave him living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him be to thee an Antipathy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing thy nature sweats at, and turns backward:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throw all the mischiefs on him that thy self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or woman worse than thou art, have invented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kill him drunk, or doubtfull.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Bawd[b]er</i>, <i>Protaldie</i>, <i>Lecure</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> Such a sweat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never was in yet, clipt of my minstrels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My toyes to prick up wenches withall; Uphold me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It runs like snow-balls through me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Now my varlets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My slaves, my running thoughts, my executions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Baw.</i> Lord how she looks!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Hell take ye all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Baw.</i> We shall be gelt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Your Mistress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your old and honor'd Mistress, you tyr'd curtals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffers for your base sins; I must be cloyster'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mew'd up to make me virtuous who can help this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now you stand still like Statues; Come <i>Protaldye</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One kiss before I perish, kiss me strongly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another, and a third.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> I fear not gelding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As long [as] she holds this way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> The young courser<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That unli[c]kt lumpe of mine, will win thy Mistriss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must I be chast <i>Protaldye</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> Thus and thus Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> It shall be so, let him seek fools for Vestalls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here is my Cloyster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> But what safety Madam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Find you in staying here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Thou hast hit my meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will to <i>Thierry</i> Son of my blessings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there complain me, tell my tale so subtilly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the cold stones shall sweat; And Statues mourn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou shall weep <i>Protaldye</i> in my witness,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And there forswear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> Yes, any thing but gelding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm not yet in quiet Noble Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it be done to night, for without doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To morrow we are capons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Sleep shall not seize me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor any food befriend me but thy kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E're I forsake this desart, I live honest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He may as well bid dead men walk, I humbled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bent below my power; let night-dogs tear me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And goblins ride me in my sleep to jelly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere I forsake my sphear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> This place you will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> What's that to you, or any,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye doss, you powder'd pigsbones, rubarbe glister:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must you know my designs? a colledge on you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The proverbe makes but fools.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> But Noble Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> You a sawcie ass too, off I will not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you but anger me, till a sow-gelder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have cut you all like colts, hold me and kiss me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I'm too much troubled; Make up my treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And get me horses private, come about it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4>[<i>Act. I. Scæ. 2.</i>]</h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Theodoret, Martell, &c.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Though I assure my self (<i>Martell</i>) your counsell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had no end but allegeance and my honor:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet [I am] jealous, I have pass'd the bounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a sons duty; For suppose her worse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than you report, not by bare circumstance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But evident proof confirm'd has given her out:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet since all weakness[es] in a kingdome, are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more to be severely punished than<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The faults of Kings are by the Thunderer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As oft as they offend, to be reveng'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not for piety, yet for policie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since some are of necessitie to be spar'd,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I might, and now I wish I had not look'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such strict eyes into her follies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Sir, a duty well discharg'd is never follow'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By sad repentance, nor did your Highness ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make payment of the debt you ow'd her, better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in your late reproofs not of her, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those crimes that made her worthy of reproof.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most remarkeable point in which Kings differ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From private men, is that they not alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand bound to be in themselves innocent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that all such as are allyed to them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In nearness, [or] dependance, by their care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be free from suspition of all crime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you have reap'd a double benefit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From this last great act: first in the restraint<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her lost pleasures, you remove th' example<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From others of the like licentiousness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then when 'tis known that your severitie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extended to your mother, who dares hope for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The least indulgence or connivence in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The easiest slips that may prove dangerous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you, or to the Kingdome?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> I must grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your reason[s] good (<i>Martell</i>) if as she is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mother, she had been my subject, or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That only here she could make challenge to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A place of Being; But I know her temper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fear (if such a word become a King,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in discovering her, I have let lo[o]se<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Tygress, whose rage being shut up in darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was grievous only to her self; Which brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the view of light, her cruelty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Provok'd by her own shame, will turn on him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That foolishly presum'd to let her see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The loath'd shape of her own deformitie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Beasts of that nature, when rebellious threats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begin to appear only in their eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any motion that may give suspition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the least violence should be chain'd up;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fangs and teeth, and all their means of hurt,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Par'd off, and knockt out, and so made unable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do ill; They would soon begin to loath it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll apply nothing: but had your Grace done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or would doe yet, what your less forward zeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In words did only threaten, far less danger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would grow from acting it on her, than may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps have Being from her apprehension<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of what may once be practis'd: For believe it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who confident of his own power, presumes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To spend threats on an enemy, that hath means<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shun the worst they can effect, gives armor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep off his own strength; Nay more, disarms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself, and lyes unguarded 'gainst all harms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or doubt, or malice may produce.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> 'Tis true.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such a desperate cure I would have us'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the intemperate patient had not been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So near me as a mother; but to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from me gentle unguents only were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be appli'd: and as physitians<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they are sick of fevers, eat themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such viands as by their directions are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forbid to others though alike diseas'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So she considering what she is, may challenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those cordialls to restore her, by her birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And priviledge, which at no suit must be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Granted to others.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> May your pious care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Effect but what it aim'd at, I am silent.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Devitry.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> What laught you at Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> I have some occasion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should not else; And the same cause perhaps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes me do so, may beget in you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A contrary effect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Why, what's the matter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> I see and joy to see that sometimes poor men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And most of [such] are good) stand more indebted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For [meanes] to breathe to such as are held vitious,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Than those that wear, like Hypocrites on their foreheads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'ambitious titles of just men and vertuous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Speak to the purpose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> Who would e'er have thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The good old Queen, your Highness reverend mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into whose house (which was an Academ,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which all principles of lust were practis'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No soldier might presume to set his foot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At whose most blessed intercession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All offices in the state, were charitably<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confer'd on Panders, o'erworn chamber wrestlers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such physitians as knew how to kill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With safety under the pretence of saving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such like children of a monstrous peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she I say should at the length provide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That men of war, and honest younger brothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That would not owe their feeding to their cod-peece,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be esteem'd of more than mothers, or drones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or idle vagabonds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> I am glad to hear it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prethee what course takes she to doe this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> One that cannot fail, she and her virtuous train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her jewels, and all that was worthy the carrying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last night left the court, and, as 'tis more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than said, for 'tis confirm'd by such as met her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She's fled unto your brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> Nay storm not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgot [its] pace, and <i>Thierry</i> be a Prince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a fiery temper, as report<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has given him out for; You shall have cause to use<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such poor men as my self; And thank us too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For comming to you, and without petitions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray heaven reward the good old woman for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I foresaw this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> I hear a tempest comming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sings mine & my kingdomes ruin: haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cause a troop of horse to fetch her back:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet stay, why should I use means to bring in<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> -<span class="i0">A plague that of her self hath left me? Muster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Soldiers up, we'll stand upon our guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we shall be attempted; Yet forbear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inequality of our powers will yield me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing but loss in their defeature: something<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must be done, and done suddainly, save your labor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this I'll use no counsell but mine own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That course though dangerous is best. Command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our daughter be in readiness, to attend us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Martell</i>, your company, and honest <i>Vitry</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt along with me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> Yes any where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be worse than I 'm here, is past my fear. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Thierry, Brunhalt, Bawdber, Lecure, &c.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> <span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">ou</span> are here in a sanctuary; and that viper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Who since he hath forgot to be a Son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I much disdain to think of as a brother)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had better, in despight of all the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have raiz'd their Temples, and spurn'd down their Altars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in his impious abuse of you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have call'd on my just anger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Princely Son;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in this, worthy of a near name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have in the relation of my wrongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been modest, and no word my tongue deliver'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">T'express my insupportable injuries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But gave my heart a wound: Nor has my grief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being from what I suffer; But that he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Degenerate as he is, should be the actor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my extremes; And force me to divide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The [fires] of brotherly affection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which should make but one flame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> That part of his<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it deserves shall burn no more: [if or]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tears of Orphans, Widows, or all such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As dare acknowledge him to be their Lord,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Joyn'd to your wrongs, with his heart blood have power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put it out: and you, and these your servants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in our favours shal find cause to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that they left not you, how dear we hold them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shal[l] give <i>Theodoret</i> to understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His ignorance of the prizeless Jewel, which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He did possess in you, mother in you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which I am more proud to be the donor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than if th' absolute rule of all the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were offer'd to this hand; Once more you are welcome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which with all ceremony due to greatness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would make known, but that our just revenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admits not of delay; Your hand Lord Generall.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Protaldie, with soldiers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Your favor and his merit I may say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made him such, but I am jelous how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your subjects will receive it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How my subjects?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What doe you make of me? Oh heaven! My subjects!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How base should I esteem the name of Prince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that poor dust were any thing before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whirle-wind of my absolute command?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let 'em be happy and rest so contented:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They pay the tribute of their hearts & knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To such a Prince that not alone has power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep his own but to increase it; That<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although he hath a body may add to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fam'd night labor of strong <i>Hercules</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet is the master of a continence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That so can temper it, that I forbear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their daughters, and their wives, whose hands though strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As yet have never drawn by unjust mean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their proper wealth into my treasury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I grow glorious, and let them beware<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in their least repining at my pleasures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They change not a mild Prince, (for if provok'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare and will be so) into a Tyrant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> You see there's hope that we shall rule again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And your fal'n fortunes rise.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> I hope your Highness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is pleas'd that I should still hold my place with you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have been so long us'd to provide you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh bits of flesh since mine grew stale, that surely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If cashir'd now, I shall prove a bad Cator<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Fish-market of cold chastity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> For me I am your own, nor since I first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew what it was to serve you, have remembred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had a soul, but such [a] one whose essence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depended wholy on your Highness pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore Madam—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Rest assur'd you are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such instruments we must not lose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> <i>Bawd.</i> Our service.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You have view'd them then, what's your opinion of them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this dull time of peace, we have prepar'd 'em<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apt for the war. Ha?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> Sir, they have limbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That promise strength sufficient, and rich armors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Soldiers best lov'd wealth: More, it appears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have been drill'd, nay very pretily drill'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many of them can discharge their muskets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the danger of throwing off their heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or being offensive to the standers by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By sweating too much backwards; Nay I find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know the right, and left hand file, and may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some impulsion no doubt be brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pass the <i>A</i>, <i>B</i>, <i>C</i>, of war, and come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the Horn-book.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Well, that care is yours;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see that you effect it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> I am slow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To promise much; But if within ten days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By precepts and examples, not drawn from<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worm-eaten presidents of the <i>Roman</i> wars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But from mine own, I make them not transcend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that e'er yet bore armes, let it be said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Protaldye</i> brags, which would be unto me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As hatefull as to be esteem'd a coward:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Sir, few Captaines know the way to win [him],<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And make the soldiers valiant. You shall [see me]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie with them in their trenches, talk, and drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be together drunk; And, what seems stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll sometimes wench together, which once practis'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with some other care and hidden acts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They being all made mine, I'll breath[e] into them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such fearless resolution and such fervor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That though I brought them to beseige a fort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose walls were steeple high, and cannon proof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to be undermin'd, they should fly up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like swallows: and the parapet once won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For proof of their obedience, if I will'd them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They should leap down again, and what is more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some directions they should have from me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not break their necks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thi.</i> This is above belief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Sir, on my knowledg[e] though he hath spoke much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's able to do more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> She means on her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> And howsoever in his thankfulness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For some few favors done him by my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He left <i>Austracia</i>, not <i>Theodoret</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though he was chiefly aim'd at, could have laid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all his Dukedomes power, that shame upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in his barborous malice to my honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He swore with threats to effect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I cannot but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe you Madam, thou art one degree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grown nearer to my heart, and I am proud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have in thee so glorious a plant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transported hither; In thy conduct, we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go on assur'd of conquest; our remove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be with the next Sun.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Theod[o]ret, Memberge, Martell, Devitry.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Amazement leave me, 'tis he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> We are again undone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Our guilt hath no assurance nor defence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> If now your ever ready wit fail to protect us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We shall be all discover'd.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Be not so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your amazement and your foolish fears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am prepared for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> How? Not one poor welcome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In answer of so long a journey made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only to see your brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I have stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent thus long, and am yet unresolv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether to entertaine thee on my sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fits a parricide of a mothers honor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or whether being a Prince, I yet stand bound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Though thou art here condemn'd) to give thee hearing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before I execute. What foolish hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Nay pray you forbear) or desperate madness rather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Unless thou com'st assur'd, I stand in debt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far to all impiety as thy self)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has made thee bring thy neck unto the axe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since looking only here, it cannot but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw fresh blood from thy sear'd up conscience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make thee sensible of that horror, which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ever bear about them, that like <i>Nero</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like said I? Thou art worse: since thou darest strive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her defame to murther thine alive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> That she that long since had the boldness to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be a bad woman, (though I wish some other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should so report her) could not want the cunning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Since they go hand in hand) to lay fair colo[u]rs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her black crimes, I was resolv'd before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor make I doubt, but that she hath impoyson'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your good opinion of me, and so far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Incens'd your rage against me, that too late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come to plead my innocence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> To excuse thy impious scandalls rather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Rather forc'd with fear to be compel'd to come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thierry.</i> Forbear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> This moves not me, and yet had I not been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transported on my own integrity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I neither am so odious to my subjects,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor yet so barren of defence, but that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By force I could have justified my guilt,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Had I been faulty, but since innocence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to it self an hundred thousand gards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that there is no Son, but though he owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That name to an ill mother, but stands bound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather to take away with his own danger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the number of her faults, than for his own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Security, to add unto them. This,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This hath made me to prevent th'expence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bloud on both sides, the injuries, the rapes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Pages, that ever wait upon the war:)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The account of all which, since you are the cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe it, would have been required from you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather I say to offer up my daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who living onely could revenge my death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my heart blood a sacrifice to your anger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than that you should draw on your head more curses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than yet you have deserved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I do begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To feel an alteration in my nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his full sail'd confidence, a showre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gentle rain, that falling on the fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my hot rage hath quenched it, ha! I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more speak roughly to him, and I will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet there is something whispers to me, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have said too much. How is my heart devided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the duty of a Son, and love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Due to a brother! yet I am swayed here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must aske of you, how 'tis possible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can effect me that have learned to hate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where you should pay all love?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Which joyn'd with duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my knees I should be proud to tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had she not us'd her self so many swords<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cut those bonds that tide me to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Fie no more of that.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Ala[s] it is a theme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I take no pleasure to discourse of; Would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It could assoon be buried to the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it should die to me: nay more, I wish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Next to my part of heaven) that she would spend<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The last part of her life so here, that all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indifferent Judges might condemn me, for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A most malicious slanderer, nay texde it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my forehead, if you hate me mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put me to such a shame, pray you do, believe it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no glory that may fall upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can equall the delight I should receive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that disgrace; provided the repeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of your long banish'd virtues, and good name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Usher'd me to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> See, she shews her self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An e[a]sie mother, which her tears confirme.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> 'Tis a good sign, the comfortablest rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ever saw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Embrace: Why this is well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May never more but love in you, and duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On your part rise between you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> Do you hear Lord Generall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Does not your new stamp'd honor on the suddain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begin to grow sick?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> Yes I find it fit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That putting off my armor I should think of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some honest hospitall to retire to.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> Sure although I am a bawd, yet being a Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cannot whip me for't, what's your opinion?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> The beadle will resolve you, for I cannot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is something that more near concerns my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That calls upon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Note but yonder scarabs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That liv'd upon the dung of her base pleasures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How from the fear that she may yet prove honest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hang down their wicked heads.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> What is that to me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though they and all the pol[e]cats of the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were trust together, I perceive not how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It can advantage me a cardekue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To help to keep me honest. <span class="directline">[<i>A horn.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Post.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How, from whence?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Post.</i> These letters will resolve your grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What speak they? <span class="directline">[<i>Reads.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">How all things meet to make me this day happy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See mother, brother, to your reconcilement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another blessing almost equall to it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is coming towards me; My contracted wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordella</i>, daughter of wise <i>Datarick</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The King of <i>Aragon</i> is on our confines;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then to arrive at such a time, when you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are happily here to honor with your presence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our long defer'd, but much wish'd nuptiall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls out above expression; Heaven be pleas'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may use these blessings powr'd on me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With moderation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Hell and furies ayd me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may have power to avert the plagues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That press upon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Two dayes journy sayest thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will set forth to meet her: in the mean time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See all things be prepar'd to entertain her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay let me have your companies, there's a Forrest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the midway shall yeild us hunting sport,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ease our travel, I'll not have a brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But shall wear mirth upon it, therefore clear them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll wash away all sorrow in glad feasts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the war we mean to men, we'll make on beasts.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt omnes, præter Brun. Bawdber, Portaldy, Lecure.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Oh that I had the Magick to transforme you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the shape of such, that your own hounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might tear you peece-meale; Are you so stupid?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No word of comfort? have I fed you mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my excess of moysture, with such cost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can you yeild no other retribution,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to devour your maker, pandar, sponge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impoysoner, all grown barren?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> You your self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are our mover, and for whom alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We live, have fail'd your self in giving way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the reconcilement of your [sonnes].<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Which if<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> -<span class="i0">You had prevented, or would teach us how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might again be sever'd, we could easily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remove all other hind'rances that stop<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The passage of your pleasures.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Baud.</i> And for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I fail in my office to provide you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh delicat[e]s, hang me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Oh you are dull, and find not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause of my vexation; Their reconcilement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a mock castle built upon the sand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By children, which when I am pleas'd to o'rethrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can with ease spurn down.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> If so, from whence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grows your affliction?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> My grief comes along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the new Queen, in whose grace all my power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must suffer shipwrack: for me now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hitherto have kept the first, to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second place, or yeeld the least precedence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To any other ['s] death; To have my sleeps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less enquir'd after, or my rising up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saluted with less reverence, or my gates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty of suitors, or the Kings great favours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pass through any hand but mine, or he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Himself to be directed by another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would be to me: doe you understand me, yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No meanes to prevent this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> Fame gives her out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a woman of [a] chastity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to be wrought upon; and therefore Madam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For me, though I have pleas'd you, to attempt her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were to no purpose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Tush, some other way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Baud.</i> Faith I know none else, all my bringing up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aim'd at no other learning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Give me leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my art fail me not, I have thought on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A speeding project.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> What [ist]? but effect it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou shalt be my <i>Æsculapius</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Thy image shall be set up in pure gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which I'll fall down and worship it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> The Lady is fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Exceeding fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> And young.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Some fifteen at the most.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> And loves the King with equall ardor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> More, she dotes on him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Well then, [what] think you if I make a drink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which given unto him on the bridall night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall for five days so rob his faculties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all ability to pay that duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which new made wives expect, that she shall swear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is not match'd to a man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> 'Twere rare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> And then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If she have any part of woman in her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She'll or fly out, or at least give occasion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a breach which nere can be made up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since he that to all else did never fail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of as much as could be perform'd by man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proves only Ice to her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> 'Tis excellent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawd.</i> The Physitian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Helps ever at a dead lift; a fine calling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That can both raise, and take down, out upon thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> For this one service [I am] ever thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepare it; I'll give it him my self, for you <i>Protaldye</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this kiss, and our promis'd sport at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doe conjure you to bear up, not minding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The opposition of <i>Theodoret</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any of his followers; What so ere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are, yet appear valiant, and make good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The opinion that is had of you: For my self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the new Queens remove, being made secure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear not, I'll make the future building sure. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Wind horns.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Theodoret, Thierry.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> This Stag stood well, and cunningly.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thierry.</i> My horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm sure, has found it, for her sides are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blooded from flank to shoulder, where's the troop?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martell.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theodoret.</i> Past homeward, weary and tir'd as we are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now <i>Martell</i>, have you remembred what we thought of?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Yes Sir, I have snigled him, and if there be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any desert in his blood, beside the itch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or manly heat, but what decoctions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaches, and callises have cram'd into him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lordship shall know perfect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What's that, may not I know too?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Yes Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that end we cast the project.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thierry.</i> What [ist]?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> A desire Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the gilded flag your Graces favor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has stuck up for a Generall, and to inform you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this hour he shall pass the test, what valour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Staid judgement, soul, or safe discretion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your mothers wandring eyes, and your obedience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have flung upon us, to assure your knowledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can be, dare be, shall be, must be nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Load him with piles of honors; Set him off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the cunning foyls that may deceive us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a poor, cold, unspirited, unmanner'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unhonest, unaffected, undone, fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most unheard of coward, a meer lump<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made to loade beds withall, and like a night-mare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ride Ladies that forget to say their prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One that dares only be diseas'd, and in debt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose body mewes more plaisters every month,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than women doe old faces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> No more, I know him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I now repent my error, take your time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And try him home, ever thus far reserv'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You tie your anger up.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I lost it else Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Bring me his sword fair taken without violence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that will best declare him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> That's the thing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Th[ie]r.</i> And my best horse is thine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Your Graces servant. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> [You'le] hunt no more Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Not to day, the weather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is grown too warm, besides the dogs are spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll take a cooler morning, let's to horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hollow in the troop. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt. Wind horns.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 2 Huntsmen.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> I marry Twainer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This woman gives indeed, these are the Angels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are the keepers saints.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2.</i> I like a woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That handles the deers dowsets with discretion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And payes us by proportion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> 'Tis no treason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To think this good old Lady has a stump yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may require a corrall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2.</i> And the bells too.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Protaldye.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shee has lost a friend of me else, but here's the clark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more for feare o'th' bell ropes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prota.</i> How now Keepers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw you the King?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> Yes Sir, he's newly mounted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as we take 't ridden home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> Farew[e]ll then. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Keepers.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martell.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My honour'd Lord, Fortune has made me happy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet with such a man of men to side me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Protald.</i> How Sir? I know ye not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor what your fortune means.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Few words shall serve, I am betrai'd Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innocent and honest; malice and violence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are both against me, basely and foully layd for;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> -<span class="i0">For my life Sir, danger is now about me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in my throat Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Protald.</i> Where Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Nay I fear not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let it now powr down in storms upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have met with a noble guard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Your meaning Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have present business.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> O my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your honor cannot leave a gentleman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least a fair design of this brave nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which your worth is wedded, your profession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hatcht in, and made one peece in such a perill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are but six my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> What six?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Six villains sworn, and in pay to kill me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Protaldye.</i> Six?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Alas Sir, what can six do, or sixscore, now you are present?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your name will blow 'em off: say they have shot too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dare present a peece? your valour's proof Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> No, I'll assure you Sir, nor my discretion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against a multitude; 'Tis true, I dare fight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enough, and well enough, and long enough:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wisedome Sir, and weight of what is on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which I am no more mine own, nor yours Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor as I take it any single danger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what concerns my place, tel[l]s me directly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside my person, my fair reputation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I thrust into crowds, and seek occasions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffers opinion, six? Why <i>Hercules</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avoyded two men, yet not to give example;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But only for your present dangers sake Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were there but four Sir, I car'd not if I kill'd them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They will serve to whet my sword.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> There are but four Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did mistake them; but four such as <i>Europe</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excepting your great valour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Well consider'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not meddle with 'em, four in honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are equall with fourscore, besides they're people<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Only directed by their fury.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> So much nobler shall be your way of justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> That I find not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> You will not leave me thus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I would not leave you, but look you Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men of my place and business, must not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be question'd thus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> You cannot pass Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now they have seen me with you without danger.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are here Sir, within hearing, take but two.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Let the law take 'em; take a tree Sir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll take my horse, that you may keep with safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they have brought no hand-saws, within this hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll send you rescue, and a toyl to take 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> You shall not goe so poorly, stay but one Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I have been so hamper'd with these rescues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So hew'd an[d] tortur'd, that the truth is Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have mainly vowd against 'em, yet for your sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If as you say there be but one, I'll stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see fair play o' both sides.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> There is no<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More Sir, and as I doubt a base one too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Fie on him, goe lug him out by th' ears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Yes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is he Sir, the basest in the kingdome.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Do you know me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Yes, for a generall fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A knave, a coward, and upstart stallion baw[d],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beast, barking puppy, that dares not bite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> The best man best knows patience.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Yes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This way Sir, now draw your sword, and right you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or render it to me, for one you shall doe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> If wearing it may do you any honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall be glad to grace you, there it is Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Now get you home, and tell your Lady Mistris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shee has shot up a sweet mushrum; quit your place too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say you are counsel'd well, thou wilt be beaten else<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thine own lanceprisadoes; when they know thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That tuns of oyl of roses will not cure thee;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Goe get you to your foyning work at Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And learn to sweat again, and eat dry mutton;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An armor like a frost will search your bones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make you roar you rogue; Not a reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if you doe, your ears goe off.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Still patience. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Loud musick, A Banquet set out.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Thierry, Ordella, Brunhalt, Theodoret, Lecure, -Bawd[b]er, &c.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> It is your place, and though in all things else<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may and ever shall command me, yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this I'll be obeyed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordella.</i> Sir, the consent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That made me yours, shall never teach me to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repent I am so; yet be you but pleas'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give me leave to say so much; The honor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You offer me were better given to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom you owe the power of giving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You hear this and rejoyce in such a blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That payes to you so large a share of duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fie no more, for as you hold a place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nearer my heart than she, you must sit nearest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all those graces, that are in the power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Majesty to bestow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Which I'll provide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be short liv'd <i>Lecure</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> I have it ready.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> 'Tis well, wait on our cup.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> You honor me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> We are dull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No object to provoke mirth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> <i>Martell</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you remember Sir, will grace your Feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some thing that will yield matter of mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for no common view.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Touching <i>Protaldye</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> You have it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> What of him? I fear his baseness <span class="directline">[<i>aside.</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></span> -<span class="i0">In spight of all the titles that my favours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have cloth'd him, which will make discovery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of what is yet conceal'd.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martell.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Look Sir, he has it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay we shall have peace when so great a soldier<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the renoun'd <i>P[ro]taldye</i>, will give up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sword rather then use it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> 'Twas thy plot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I will turn on thine own head. <span class="directline">[<i>aside.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thie.</i> Pray you speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How won you him to part from't?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Won him Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would have yielded it upon his knees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before he would have hazarded the exchange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a phil[l]ip of the forehead: had you will'd me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I durst have undertook he should have sent you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Nose, provided that the loss of it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might have sav'd the rest of his face: he is, Sir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most unutterable coward that e'er nature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest with hard shoulders, which were only given him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the ruin of bastinados.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Possible?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Observe but how she frets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Why believe it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that I know the shame of this disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will make the beast to live with such, and never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presume to come more among men; I'll hazard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life upon it, that a boy of twelve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should scourge him hither like a Parish Top,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make him dance before you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Slave thou liest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dar'st as well speak Treason in the hearing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those that have the power to punish it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the least syllable of this before him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But 'tis thy hate to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Martel.</i> Nay, pray you Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no ears to hear you, though a foot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To let you understand what he is.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Villany.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> You are too violent.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Protaldye. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The worst that can come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is blanketing; for beating, and such virtues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have been long acquainted with.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Oh strange!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Behold the man you talk of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Give me leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or free thy self, (think in what place you are)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the foul imputation that is laid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon thy valour (be bold, I'll protect you)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or here I vow (deny it or forswear it)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These honors which thou wear'st unworthily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which be but impudent enough, and keep them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be torn from thee with thy eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I have it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My v[a]lour! is there any here beneath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stile of King, dares question it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> This is rare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Which of [my] actions, which have still been noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has rend'rd me suspected?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Nay <i>Martel[l]</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must not fall off.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Oh Sir, fear it not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doe you know this sword?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Yes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Pray you on what terms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did you part with it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Part with it say you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> So.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Nay, study not an answer, confess freely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Oh I remember't now at the Stags [fall],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we to day were hunting, a poor fellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I view you better, I may say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much of your pitch: this silly wretch I spoke of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his petition falling at my feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which much against my Will he kist,) desir'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as a special means for his preferment<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would vouchsafe to let him use my sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cut off the Stags head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Will you hear that?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> This Lye bears a similitude of Truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I ever courteous, (a great weakness in me)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Granted his humble suit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Oh impudence!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> This change is excellent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> A word with you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deny it not, I was that man disguis'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know my temper, and as you respect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A daily cudgeling for one whole year,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a second pulling by the ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or tweaks by th' nose, or the most precious balm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You us'd of patience, patience do you mark me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confess before these Kings with what base fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou didst deliver it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Oh, I sh[all] burst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if I have not instant liberty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tear this fellow limb by limb, the wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will break my heart, although <i>Herculean</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you he[re],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me redeem my credit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Ha, ha, forbear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Pray you let me take it up, and if I do not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against all odds of Armor and of Weapons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With this make him confess it on his knees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut off my head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> No, that's my office.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Fie, you take the Hangmans place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Nay, good my Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me attone this difference, do not suffer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our bridal night to be the Centaurs Feast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[You are] a Knight, and bound by oath to grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All just suits unto Ladies; for my sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget your suppos'd wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Well let him thank you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may be, on submission longer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Nay <i>Martel[l]</i> you must be patient.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I am yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this slave shall be once more mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Sit all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One health, and so to bed, for I too long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deferr my choicest delicates.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Which if poison<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have any power, thou shalt like <i>Tantalus</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold and never taste, be careful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> Fear not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Though it be rare in our Sex, yet for once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will begin a health.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Let it come freely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> <i>Lecure</i>, the cup; here to the son we hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This night shall be an Embrion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You have nam'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A blessing that I most desir'd, I pledge you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a larger cup, that is too little<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto so great a god.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Nay, then you wrong me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow as I began.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Well as you please.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Is't done?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> Unto your wish I warrant you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this night I durst trust him with my Mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> So 'tis gone round, lights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Pray you use my service.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> 'Tis that which I shall ever owe you, Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must have none from you, pray [you] pardon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Good rest to all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> And to [you] pleasant labour. <i>Mart[ell]</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your company, Madam, good night.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> Brunhalt, Protal, Lecure, Bawdber.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Nay, you have cause to blush, but I will hide it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what's more, I forgive you; is't not pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou that art the first to enter combate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With any Woman, and what is more, o'ercome her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which she is best pleas'd, should be so [fearefull]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet a man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Why would you have me lose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bloud that is dedicated to your service<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> -<span class="i0">In any other quarrel?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> No, reserve it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I will study to preserve thy credit:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You sirrah, be't your care to find out one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is poor, though valiant, that at any rate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will, to redeem my servants reputation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receive a publique baffling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Would your Highness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were pleas'd to inform me better of your purpose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Why one, Sir, that would thus be box'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or kick'd, do you apprehend me now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> I feel you Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man that shall receive this from my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall have a thousand crowns.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> He shall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Besides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His day of bastinadoing past o'er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> That shall make way to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> It must be a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of credit in the Court, that is to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foil unto your v[a]lour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> True, it should.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> 'Tis much the better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> If he be a Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill be the greater grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Thou art in the right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Why then behold that valiant man and Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That for your sake will take a cudgeling:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For be assur'd, when it is spread abroad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you have dealt with me, they'll give you out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For one of the Nine Worthies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Out you pandar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, to beat thee is only exercise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such as do affect it, lose not time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain replies, but do it: come my solace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us to bed, and our desires once quench'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll there determine of <i>Theodorets</i> death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he's the Engine us'd to ruin us;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Yet one wor[d] more, <i>Lecure</i>, art thou assur'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The potion will work?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> My life upon it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Come my <i>Protaldye</i>, then glut me with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those best delights of man, that are deny'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her that does expect them, being a Bride.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Thierry, <i>and</i> Ordella, <i>as from bed</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> <span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">ure</span> I have drunk the bloud of Elephants:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tears of Mandrake, and the Marble dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mixt in my draught, have quencht my natural heat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left no spark of fire, but in mine eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With which I may behold my miseries:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye wretched flames which play upon my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn inward, make me all one piece, though earth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My tears shall over-whelm you else too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Or.</i> What moves my Lord to this strange sadness?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If any late discerned want in me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give cause to your repentance, care and duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall find a painful way to recompence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Are you yet frozen veins, feel you a breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose temperate heat would make the North Star reel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Icy pillars thaw'd, and do you not melt?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw nearer, yet nearer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That from thy barren kiss thou maist confess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not heat enough to make a blush.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Speak nearer to my understanding, like a Husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How should he speak the language of a Husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wants the tongue and organs of his voice?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> It is a phrase will part with the same ease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From you, with that you now deliver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Bind not his ears up with so dull a charm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath no other sense left open, why should thy words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Find more restraint than thy free speaking actions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy close embraces, and thy midnight sighs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silent Orators to slow desire?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Strive not to win content from ignorance<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Which must be lost in knowledge: heaven can witness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My farthest hope of good, reacht at your pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seeing alone, may in your look be read:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Add not a doubtful comment to a text<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in it self is direct and easie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Oh thou hast drunk the juyce of hemlock too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or did upbraided nature make this pair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shew she had not quite forgot her first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Justly prais'd Workmanship, the first chast couple<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the want of joy, taught guilty sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A way through shame and sorrow to delight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, may we mix, as in their innocence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Turtles kist, to confirm happiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to beget it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I know no bar.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Should I believe thee, yet thy pulse beats, woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And says the name of Wife did promise thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blest reward of duty to thy mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who gave so often witness of her joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she did boast thy likeness to her Husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> 'Tis true, that to bring forth a second to your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was only worthy of my Virgin loss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should I prize you less, unpattern'd Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then being exemplify'd, is't not more honor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be possessor of unequall'd virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than what is paralell'd? give me belief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The name of mother knows no way of good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than the end in me: who weds for Lust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is oft a widow: when I married you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lost the name of Maid to gain a Title<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above the wish of change, which that part can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only maintain, is still the same in man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His virtue and his calm society,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which no gray hairs can threaten to dissolve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor wrinkles bury.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Confine thy self to silence, lest thou take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That part of reason from me, is only left<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give perswasion to me, I'm a man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or say thou hast never seen the Rivers haste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gladsome speed, to meet th' amorous sea.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> We are but to praise the coolness of their streams.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Nor view'd the Kids, taught by their lustful [s]ires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursue each other through the wanton lawns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lik'd the sport.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> As it made way unto their envied rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With weary knots, binding their harmless eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Nor do you know the reason why the Dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of the pair, your hands wont hourly feed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So often clipt and kist her happy mate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Unless it were to welcome his wish'd sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose absence only gave her mourning voice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> And you could, Dove-like to a single object,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bind your loose spirits to one, nay, such a one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom only eyes and ears must flatter good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your surer sence made useless, my self, nay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As in my all of good, already known.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Let proof plead for me; let me be mew'd up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where never eye may reach me, but your own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I shall repent, but in my looks, if sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Or shed a tear that's warm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> But in your sadness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Or when you hear the birds call for their mates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask if it be <i>St. Valentine</i>, their coupling day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> If any thing may make a thought suspected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of knowing any happiness but you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divorce me, by the Title of Most Falshood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Oh, who would know a wife, that might have such a friend?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Posterity henceforth, lose the name of blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave the earth inhabited to people heaven.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Theodoret, Brunhalt, Martel, Protaldye. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> All happiness to <i>Thierry</i> and <i>Ordella</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> 'Tis a desire but borrowed from me, my happiness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be the period of all good mens wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which friends, nay dying Fathers shall bequeath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my one give all: is there a duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belongs to any power of mine, or love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To any virtue I have right to? here, place it here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordella's</i> name shall only bear command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rule, Title, Sovereignty.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> What passion sways my Son?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Oh Mother, she has doubled every good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The travel of your bloud made possible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my glad being.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> He should have done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little to her, he is so light hearted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Brother, friends, if honor unto shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If wealth to want inlarge the present sense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My joyes are unbounded, instead of question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it be envy, not bring a present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the high offering of our mirth, Banquets, and Masques;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep waking our delights, mocking nights malice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Court be but one st[a]ge of Revels, and each [e]ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Scene where our content moves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> There shall want<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing to express our shares in your delight, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Till now I ne'er repented the estate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Widower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Musick, why art thou so slow voic'd? it staies thy presence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My <i>Ordella</i>, this chamber is a sphere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too narrow for thy all-moving virtue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make way, free way I say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who must alone, her Sexes want supply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had need to have a room both large and high.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> This passion's above utterance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> Nay, credulity. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit all but</i> Thierry, Brunhalt.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Why Son what mean you, are you a man?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> No Mother I am no man, were I a man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How could I be thus happy?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> How can a wife be author of this joy then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> That being no man, I am married to no woman;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best of men in full ability,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can only hope to satisfie a wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such defective poverty, that to her bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my first Cradle brought no strength but thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have met a temperance beyond hers that rockt me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Necessity being her bar; where this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is so much sensless of my depriv'd fire;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> -<span class="i0">She knows it not a loss by her desire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> It is beyond my admiration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Beyond your sexes faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The unripe Virgins of our age, to hear't<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will dream themselves to women, and convert<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' example to a miracle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Alas, 'tis your defect moves my amazement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what [i]ll can be separate from ambition?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cruel <i>Theodoret</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What, of my brother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> That to his name your barrenness adds rule;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who loving the effect, would not be strange<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In favouring the cause; look on the profit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gain will quickly point the mischief out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> The name of Father, to what I possess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is shame and care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Were we begot to single happiness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grant you; but from such a wife, such virtue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To get an heir, what hermet would not find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserving argument to break his vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in his age of chastity?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You teach a deaf man language.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> The cause found out, the malady may cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have you heard of one <i>Forts</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> A learned Astronomer, great Magician,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lives hard by retir'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Repair to him, with the just hour and place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of your nativity; fools are amaz'd at fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Griefs but conceal'd are never desperate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You have timely waken'd me, nor shall I sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the satisfaction of his Art. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Thierry.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lecure. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Wisdom prepares you to't, <i>Lecure</i>, met happily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> The ground answers your purpose, the conve[iance]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being secure and easie, falling just<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind the state set for <i>Theodoret</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> 'Tis well, your trust invites you to a second charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know <i>Leforte's</i> Cell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Who constellated your fair birth.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Enough, I see thou know'st him, where's <i>Bawdber</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lec.</i> I left him careful of the project cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To raise <i>Protaldie's</i> credit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> A sore that must be plaister'd, in whose wound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others shall find their graves, think themselves sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your ear, and quickest apprehension. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Bawdber <i>and a servant</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> This man of war will advance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> His hour's upon the stroke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Wind him back, as you favour my ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I [lo]ve no noise in my head, my brains have hitherto<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been imploy'd in silent businesses.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Devitry. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> The Gentleman is within your reach Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Give ground, whilst I drill my wits to the encounter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Devitry</i>, I take it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Devi.</i> All's that left of him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Is there another parcel of you, if it be at pawn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will gladly redeem it, to make you wholly mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> You seek too hard a pennyworth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> You too ill to keep such distance; your parts have been long known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me, howsoever you please to forget acquaintance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vit.</i> I must confess I have been subject to lewd company.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Thanks for your good remembrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have been a soldier <i>Devitry</i> and born[e] Arms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vit.</i> A couple of unprofitable ones, that have only serv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">to get me a stomach to my dinner.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Much good may it do you, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> You sh[ould] have heard me say I had din'd first, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">have built on an unwholsome ground, rais'd up a house, before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew a Tenant, matcht to meet weariness, sought to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">want and hunger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> It is time you put up your sword, and run away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">for meat, Sir, nay, if I had not withdrawn e'r now, I might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">have kept thee; fast with you: but since the way to thrive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">is never late, what is the nearest course to profit think you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> It may be your worship will say bawdry.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> True sense, bawdry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> Why, is the[re] five kinds of them, I never knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">but one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> I'll shew you a new way of prostitution, fall back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">further yet, further, there is fifty crowns, do but as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">to <i>Protaldye</i> the Queens favorite, they are doubled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> But thus much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Give him but an affront as he comes to the presence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">and in his drawing make way, like a true bawd to his<br /></span> -<span class="i0">valour, the s[um]'s thy own; if you take a scratch in the arm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">or so, every drop of bloud weighs down a ducket.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> After that rate, I and my friends would begger the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">kingdom. Sir, you have made me blush to see my want,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">whose cure is such a cheap and easie purchase, this is Male-bawdry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">belike.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Protaldy, <i>a Lady, and Revellers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Bawdb.</i> See, you shall not be long earning your wages, -your work's before your eyes.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Leave it to my handling, I'll fall upon't instantly.</p> - -<p><i>Bawdb.</i> What opinion will the managing of this affair</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bring to my wisdom? my invention tickles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With apprehension on't:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> These are the joyes of marriage, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose sights are able to dissolve Virginity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak freely, do you not envy the Brides felicity?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> How should I, being partner of't?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> What you enjoy is but the Banquets view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The taste stands from your pallat; if he impart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By day so much of his content, think what night gave?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Will you have a relish of wit, Lady?</p> - -<p><i>Bawdb.</i> This is the man.</p> - -<p><i>Lady.</i> If it be not dear, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> If you affect cheapness, how can you prize this -sullied ware so much? mine is fresh, my own, not retail'd.</p> - -<p><i>Pro.</i> You are saucy, sirrah.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> The fitter to be in the dish with such dry Stock-fish -as you are, how, strike?</p> - -<p><i>Bawdb.</i> Remember the condition as you look for payment.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vitry.</i> That box was left out of the bargain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> Help, help, help.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Plague of the Scriveners running hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a blow is this to my reputation!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Thierry, Theodoret, Brunhalt, Ordella, -Memberge, Martell. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Thier.</i> What villain dares this outrage?</p> - -<p><i>Devitry.</i> Hear me, Sir, this creature hir'd me with fifty -crowns in hand, to let <i>Protaldye</i> have the better of me at -single Rapier on a made quarrel; he mistaking the weapon, -laies me over the chops with his club fist, for which I was bold -to teach him the Art of memory.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> Ha, ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theo.</i> Your General, Mother, will display himself.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Spight of our Peace I see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Forbear these civil jars, fie <i>Protaldy</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So open in your projects, avoid our presence, sirrah.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Devi.</i> Willingly; if you have any more wages to earn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You see I can take pains.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theo.</i> There's somewhat for thy labour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than was promis'd, ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Where could I wish my self now? in the <i>Isle of Dogs</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I might scape scratching, for I see by her Cats eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall be claw'd fearfully.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> We'll hear no more on't, <span class="directline">[<i>Soft Musick.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Musick drown all sadness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Command the Revellers in, at what a rate I do purchase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Mothers absence, to give my spleen full liberty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Speak not a thoughts delay, it names thy ruin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> I had thought my life had born[e] more value with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Thy loss carries mine with't, let that secure thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vault is ready, and the door conveys to't<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls just behind his chair, the blow once given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art unseen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pro.</i> I cannot feel more than I fear, I'm sure. <span class="directline">[<i>Withdraws.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Be gone, and let them laugh their own destruction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You will add unto her rage.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> 'Foot, I shall burst, unless I vent my self, ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Me Sir, you never could<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have found a time to invite more willingness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my dispose to pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Would you would please to make some other choise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Revel.</i> 'Tis a disgrace would dwell upon me, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should you refuse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Your reason conquers; my Grandmothers looks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have turn'd all air to earth in me, they sit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my heart like night-charms, black and heavy.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>They Dance.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You are too much libertine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theod.</i> The fortune of the fool perswades my laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than his cowardize; was ever Rat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Forbear I say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> No eye looks this way, I will wink and strike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest I betray my self. <span class="directline">[<i>Behind the State stabs</i> Theodoret.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Theo.</i> Ha, did you not see one near me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How near you, why do you look so pale, brother?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Treason, treason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Oh my presage! Father.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordella.</i> Brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Prince, Noble Prince.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Make the gates sure, search into every angle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And corner of the Court, oh my shame! Mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Son is slain, <i>Theodoret</i>, noble <i>Theodoret</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here in my arms, too weak a Sanctuary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Gainst treachery and murder, say, is the Traitor taken?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Guard.</i> No man hath past the chamber on my life Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May perish in this mischief, who moves slow to't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall add unto the flame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> What mean you? give me your private hearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Perswasion is a partner in the crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will renounce my claim unto a mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you make offer on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> E'er a Torch can take flame, I will produce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The author of the fact.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Withdraw but for your Lights.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Oh my too true suspition.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Martel, Memberg.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Speak, where's the Engine to this horrid act?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Here you do behold her; upon whom make good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not yet repented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Wh[i]ther did nature start, when you conceiv'd?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A birth so unlike woman? say, what part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not consent to make a son of him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Ha, ha, a son of mine! doe not dissever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet urn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which [thy] breath would send so foul an issue.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Son, thy Brother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Was not <i>Theodoret</i> my brother, or is thy tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only things monstrous?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Hear me and thou shalt make thine own belief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy, still with sorrow mention'd, father liv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three careful years, in hope of wished heirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I conceiv'd, being from his jealous fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Injoyn'd to quiet home, one fatal day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transported with my pleasure to the chase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I forc'd command, and in pursuit of game<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despair which only in his love saw life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worthy of being, from a Gard'ners Arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snatcht this unlucky brat, and call'd it mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the next year repaid my loss with thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which that I might diminish, though not end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sighs, and wet eies from thy Fathers Will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>France</i> unto thee, and only left<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Austracia</i> unto that changling, whose life affords<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And call him stranger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Come, doe not weep, I must, nay do believe you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my fathers satisfaction count it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merit, not wrong, or loss:<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> You doe but flatter, there's anger yet flames<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> See, I will quench it, and confess that you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have suffer'd double travel for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> You will not fire the house then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Rather reward the author who gave cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be assurance on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> <i>Protaldye</i>, rise good faithful servant, heaven knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How hardly he was drawn to this attempt.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Protaldye. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> <i>Protaldye?</i> he had a Gard'ners fa[t]e I'll swear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[F]ell by thy hand, Sir, we doe owe unto you for this service.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Why lookest thou so dejected?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Martel. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I want a little shift, Lady, nothing else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> The fires are ready, please it your grace withdraw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst we perform your pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Reserve them for the body; since he had the fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live and die a Prince, he shall not lose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Title in his Funeral. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> His fate to live a Prince,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou old impiety, made up by lust and mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take up the body. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt with the body of</i> Theod.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lecure <i>and a Servant</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lecu.</i> Dost think <i>Leforte's</i> sure enough?</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> As bonds can make him, I have turn'd his eyes to -the East; and left him gaping after the Morning star, his -head is a meer Astrolobe, his eyes stand for the Poles, the -gag in his mouth being the Coachman, his five teeth have -the nearest resemblance to <i>Charles Wain.</i></p> - -<p><i>Lecure.</i> Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee, -direct my hair a little: and in my likeness to him, read a -fortune suiting thy largest hopes.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> You are so far 'bove likeness, you are the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you love mirth, perswade him from himself.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And lying, will bear the better place for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> I have profitabler use in hand, haste to the Queen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell her how you left me chang'd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Servant.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She that loves mischief 'bove the man that does it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And him above her pleasure, yet knows no heaven else.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Thierry. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How well this loan[es] suits the Art I seek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discovering secret, and succeeding Fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a remiss and careless hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair peace unto your meditations, father.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> The same to you, you bring, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Drawn by your much fam'd skill, I come to know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether the man who owes [t]his character,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall e'er have issue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> A resolution falling with most ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of any doubt you could have nam'd, he is a Prince<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose fortune you enquire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thie.</i> He is nobly born.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> He had a Dukedom lately fall'n unto him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By one, call'd Brother, who has left a Daughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> The question is, of Heirs, not Lands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Heirs, yes, he shall have Heirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Begotten of his body, why look'st thou pale?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou canst not suffer in his want.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Nor thou, I neither can nor will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give farther knowledge to thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Thou must, I am the man my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Sovereign, who must owe unto thy wisdom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the concealing of my barren shame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Your Grace doth wrong your Stars; if this be yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may have children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Speak it again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> You may have fruitful issue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> By whom? when? how?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> It was the fatal means first struck my bloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the cold hand of wonder, when I read it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Printed upon your birth.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Can there be any way unsmooth, has end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fair and good?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> We that behold the sad aspects of Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leading sence blinded, men feel grief enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To know, though not to speak their miseries.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Sorrow must lose a name, where mine finds life;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not in thee, at least ease pain with speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which must know no cure else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecure.</i> Then thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first of Females which your eye shall meet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the Sun next rise, coming from out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Temple of <i>Diana</i> being slain, you live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Father of many sons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Call'st thou this sadness, can I beget a Son?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserving less than to give recompence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto so poor a loss? what e'er thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rest peaceable blest creature, born to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother of Princes, whose grave shall be more fruitful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than others marriage beds: methinks his Art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should give her form and happy figure to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I long to see my happiness, he is gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I remember, he nam'd my brothers Daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were it my Mother, 'twere a gainful death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could give <i>Ordella</i>'s virtue living breath. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Thierry <i>and</i> Martel. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> <span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">our</span> Grace is early stirring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How can he sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose happiness is laid up in an hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knows comes stealing towar[d] him, Oh <i>Martel</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't possible the longing Bride, whose wishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out-runs her fears, can on that day she is married<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Consume in slumbers, or his Arms rust in ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hears the charge, and sees the honor'd purchase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ready to [gild] his valour? Mine is more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A power above these passions; this day <i>France</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>France</i> that in want of issue withers with us;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And like an aged River, runs his head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into forgotten ways, again I ransome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his fair course turn right: this day <i>Thierry</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Son of <i>France</i>, whose manly powers like prisoners<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been tied up, and fetter'd, by one death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give life to thousand ages; this day beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The envy of the world, Pleasure the glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Content above the world, desire beyond it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are made mine own, and useful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Happy Woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dies to do these things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> But ten times happier<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lives to do the greater; oh <i>Martel</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gods have heard me now, and those that scorn'd me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mothers of many children, and blest fathers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That see their issues like the Stars un-number'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their comfort more than them, shall in my praises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now teach their Infants songs; and tell their ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From such a Son of mine, or such a Queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That chaste <i>Ordella</i> brings me blessed marriage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chain that links two Holy Loves together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the marriage, more than blest <i>Ordella</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That comes so near the Sacrament it self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Priests doubt whether purer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Sir, y'are lost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I prethee let me be so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> The day wears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those that have been offering early prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now retiring homeward.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Stand and mark then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Is it the first must suffer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> The first Woman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> What hand shall do it, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> This hand <i>Martell</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For who less dare presume to give the gods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An incense of this offering?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Would I were she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such a way to die, and such a blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can never crown my parting.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two men passing over.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What are those?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Men, men, Sir, men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> The plagues of men light on 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cross my hopes like Hares, who's that?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Priest.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> A Priest, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Would he were gelt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> May not these rascals serve, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well hang'd and quarter'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> No.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Here comes a woman.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Ordella <i>veil'd</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Stand and behold her then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I think a fair one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Move not whilst I prepare her: may her peace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And offering at their Altars, gives his soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far purer than those fires; pull heaven upon her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You holy powers, no humane spot dwell in her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No love of any thing, but you and goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tie her to earth, fear be a stranger to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all weak blouds affections, but thy hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her bequeath to Women: hear me heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give her a spirit masculine, and noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit for your selves to ask, and me to offer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh let her meet my blow, doat on her death;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as a wanton Vine bows to the pruner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That by his cutting off, more may increase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let her fall to raise me fruit; hail woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happiest, and the best (if the dull Will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do not abuse thy fortune) <i>France</i> e'er found yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Sh' is more than dull, Sir, less, and worse than Woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may inherit such an infinite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you propound, a greatness so near goodness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brings a Will to rob her.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Tell me this then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was there e'er woman yet, or may be found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That for fair Fame, unspotted memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For virtues sake, and only for it self sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has, or dare make a story?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Many dead Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living I thin[ke] as many.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Say, the kingdom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May from a womans Will receive a blessing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The King and kingdom, not a private safety.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A general blessing, Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> A general curse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light on her heart, denies it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Full of honor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such examples as the former ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were but dim shadows of, and empty figures.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> You strangely stir me, Sir, and were my weakness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any other flesh but modest womans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should not ask more questions, may I do it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You may, and which is more, you must.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I joy in't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above a moderate gladness, Sir, you promise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shall be honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> As ever time discover'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Let it be what it may then, what it dare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a mind will hazard it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> But hark ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What may that woman merit, makes this blessing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Only her duty, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> 'Tis terrible.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> 'Tis so much the more noble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> 'Tis full of fearful shadows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> So is sleep, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any thing that's meerly ours, and mortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were begotten gods else; but those fears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flie, like the shapes of clouds we form, to nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Suppose it death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> And endless parting<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> -<span class="i0">With all we can call ours, with all our sweetness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay reason:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in the silent grave, no conversation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No joyful tread of friends, no voice of Lovers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No careful Fathers counsel, nothing's h[e]ard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor nothing is, but all oblivion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dust and an endless darkness, and dare you woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desire this place?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ord[e]l.</i> 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Children begin it to us, strong men seek it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Kings from heighth of all their painted glories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall like spent exhalations, to this centre:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those are fools that fear it, or imagine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A few unhandsome pleasures, or lifes profits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can recompence this place; and mad that staies it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till age blow out their lights, or rotten humors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bring them dispers'd to th' earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Then you can suffer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> As willingly as say it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> <i>Martell</i>, a wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here's a woman that dares die, yet tell me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are you a Wife?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I am Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> And have children?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sighs and weeps.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Oh none Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Dare you venture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a poor barren praise you ne'er shall hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To part with these sweet hopes?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> With all but Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet die full of children; he that reads me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I am ashes, is my Son in wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those chaste dames that keep my memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing my yearly requiems, are my Daughters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Then there is nothing wanting but my knowledg[e].<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what I must doe, Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> You are the King, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what you do I'll suffer, and that blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you desire, the gods showr on the Kingdom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Thus much before I strike then, for I must kill you,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The gods have will'd it so, they're made the blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must make <i>France</i> young again, and me a man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep up your strength still nobly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Fear me not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> And meet death like a measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I am stedfast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Thou shalt be sainted woman, and thy Tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut out in Chrystal, pure and good as thou art;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on it shall be graven every age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Succeeding Peers of <i>France</i> that rise by thy fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell thou liest there like old and fruitful nature.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darest thou behold thy happiness?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I dare Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Ha? <span class="directline">[<i>Pul[l]s off her veil, lets fall his sword.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Oh Sir, you must not doe it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> No, I dare not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is an Angel keeps that Paradice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fiery Angel friend; oh virtue, virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever and endless virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Strike, Sir, strike;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if in my poor death fair <i>France</i> may merit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a thousand blows, be killing me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand days.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> First let the earth be barren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And man no more remembred, rise <i>Ordella</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nearest to thy maker, and the purest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever dull flesh shewed us,—oh my heart-strings. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I see you full of wonder, therefore noblest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truest amongst Women, I will tell you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The end of this strange accident.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Amazement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has so much wove upon my heart, that truly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel my self unfit to hear, oh Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord has slighted me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Oh no sweet Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Robb'd me of such a glory by his pity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most unprovident respect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Dear Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not meant to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Else where the day is,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And hours distinguish time, time runs to ages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ages end the world, I had been spoken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Mart.</i>] I'll tell you what it was, if but your patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will give me hearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> If I have transgrest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Your noble Lord was counsel'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grieving the barrenness between you both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the Kingdom with him, to seek out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man that knew the secrets of the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He went, found such [a] one, and had this answer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if he wou'd have issue, on this morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this hour was prefixt him, he should kill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first he met, being Female, from the Temple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he should have children, the mistake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now too perfect, Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Still 'tis I, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For may this work be done by common women?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Durst any but my self that knew the blessing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And felt the benefit, assume this [dying]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any other, 't'ad been lost, and nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A curse and not a blessing; I was figur'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall a little fondness barr my purchase?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Where should he then seek children?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Where they are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wombs ordain'd for issues, in those beauties<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bless a marriage-bed, and makes it proceed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With kisses that conceive, and fruitful pleasures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine like a grave, buries those loyal hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to a grave it covets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> You are too good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too excellent, too honest; rob not us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those that shall hereafter seek example,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such inestimable worthies in woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lord of such obedience, all of honor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In coveting a cruelty is not yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Will short of your Wisdom; make not error<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Tomb-stone of your virtues, whose fair life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserves a constellation: your Lord dare not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cannot, ought not, must not run this hazard,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> -<span class="i0">He makes a separation, nature shakes at,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gods deny, and everlasting justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrinks back, and sheaths her sword at.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> All's but talk, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I find to what I am reserv'd, and needful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though my Lord's compassion makes me poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leaves me in my best use, yet a strength<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above mine own, or his dull fondness finds me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gods have given it to me. <span class="directline">[<i>Draws a knife.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Self-destruction!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now all good Angels bless thee, oh sweet Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are abus'd, this is a way to shame you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with you all that knows you, all that loves you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ruin all you build, would you be famous?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is that your end?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I would be what I should be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Live and confirm the gods then, live and be loaden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With more than Olive[s]bear, or fruitful Autumn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This way you kill your merit, kill your cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And him you would raise life to, where, or how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Got you these bloudy thoughts? what Devil durst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look on that Angel face, and tempt? doe you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is't to die thus, how you strike the Stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all good things above, do you feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What follows a self-bloud, whether you venture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to what punishment? excellent Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not thus cozen'd, do not fool your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Priest was never his own sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he that thought his hell here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I am counsell'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> And I am glad on't, lie, I know you dare not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I never have done yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Pray take my comfort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was this a soul to lose? two more such women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would save their sex; see, she repents and prayes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh hear her, hear her, if there be a faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Able to reach your mercies, she hath sent it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Now good <i>Martel</i> confirm me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I will Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every hour advise you, for I doubt<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Whether this plot be heavens, or hells; your mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will find it, if it be in mankind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To search the center of it: in the mean time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll give you out for dead, and by your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shew the instrument, so shall I find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A joy that will betray her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Do what's fittest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will follow you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Then ever live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both able to engross all love, and give. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Brunhalt, Protaldye. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I'm in labour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be deliver'd of that burthenous project<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have so long gone with; ha, here's the Midwife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or life, or death.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lecure. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> If in the supposition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her death in whose life you die, you ask me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think you are safe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Is she dead?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> I have us'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All means to make her so, I saw him waiting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the Temple door, and us'd such Art within,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That only she of all her Sex was first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giv'n up unto his fury.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Which if love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fear made him forbear to execute<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vengeance he determin'd, his fond pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall draw it on himself, for were there left<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not any man but he, to serve my pleasures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or from me to receive commands, which are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The joyes for which I love life, he should be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remov'd, and I alone left to be Queen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O'er any part of goodness that's left in me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> If you are so resolv'd, I have provided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A means to s[h]ip him hence: look upon this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But touch it sparingly, for this once us'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say but to dry a tear, will keep the eye-lid<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> -<span class="i0">From closing, until death perform that office.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Give't me, I may have use [of 't], and on you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll make the first experiment: if one sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or heavy look beget the least suspition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Childish compassion can thaw the Ice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of your so long congeal'd and flinty hardness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slight, go on constant, or I shall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Best Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have no faculties which are not yours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> Nor will be any thing without you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>B[r]un.</i> Be so, and we will stand or fall together, for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since we have gone so far, that death must stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The journey, which we wish should never end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And innocent, or guilty, we must die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we do so, let's know the reason why.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Thierry <i>and</i> Courtiers. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> The King.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> We'll be alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> I would I had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Convoy too, to bring me safe off.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For rage although it be allai'd with sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appears so dreadful in him, that I shake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look upon't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Coward I will meet it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And know from whence 't has birth: Son, kingly <i>Thierry</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Is cheating grown so common among men?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thrives so well here, that the gods endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To practise it above?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Your Mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Ha! or are they only careful to revenge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to reward? or when, for your offences<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We study satisfaction, must the cure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be worse than the disease?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Will you not hear me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> To lose th' ability to perform those duties<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which I entertain'd the name of Husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask'd more than common sorrow; but t'impose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the redress of that defect, a torture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In marking her to death, for whom alone<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I felt that weakness as a want, requires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than the making the head bald: or falling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus flat upon the earth, or cursing that way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or praying this, oh such a Scene of grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so set down, (the world the stage to act on)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May challenge a Tragedian better practis'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I am to express it; for my cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of passion is so strong, and my performance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So weak, that though the part be good, I fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'ill acting of it, will defraud it of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor reward it may deserve, mens pity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I have given you way thus long, a King, and what<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is more, my Son, and yet a slave to that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which only triumphs over cowards sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For shame look up.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Is't you, look down on me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if that you are capable to receive it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let that return to you, that have brought forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One mark'd out only for it: what are these?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come they upon your privilege to tread on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tomb of my afflictions?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> No, not we Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> How dare you then omit the ceremony<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Due to the funeral of all my hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or come unto the marriage of my sorrows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in such colours as may sort with them?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Alas; we will wear any thing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> This is madness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take but my counsel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Yours? dare you again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though arm'd with th' authority of a mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attempt the danger that will fall on you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If such another syllable awake it?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goe, and with yours be safe, I have such cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of grief, nay more, to love it, that I will not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have such as these be sharers in it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Another time were better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Do not sti[r],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I must be resolv'd, and will, be statues.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Martel. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I, thou art welcome, and upon my soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art an honest man, do you see, he has tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lend to him whom prodigal expence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sorrow, has made bankrupt of such treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, thou dost well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I would it might excuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ill I bring along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Thou mak'st me smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I[n] the heighth of my calamities, as if<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There could be the addition of an Atome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the gyant-body of my miseries.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But try, for I will hear thee, all sit down, 'tis death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To any that shall dare to interrupt him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In look, gesture, or word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> And such attention<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As is due to the last, and the best story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever was deliver'd, will become you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The griev'd <i>Ordella</i>, (for all other titles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But take away from that) having from me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prompted by your last parting groan, enquir'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What drew it from you, and the cause soon learn'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she whom barbarism could deny nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such prevailing earnestness desir'd it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas not in me, though it had been my death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hide it from her, she I say, in whom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All was, that <i>Athens</i>, <i>Rome</i>, or warlike <i>Sparta</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have registred for good in their best Women:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nothing of their ill, knowing her self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark'd out, (I know not by what power, but sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cruel one) to dye, to give you children;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Having first with a setled countenance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look'd up to Heaven, and then upon her self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(It being the next best object) and then smil'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if her joy in death to do you service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would break forth, in despight of the much sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She shew'd she had to leave you: and then taking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me by the hand, this hand which I must ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love better than I have done, since she touch'd it,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Go said she, to my Lord, (and to goe to him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is such a happiness I must not hope for)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell him that he too much priz'd a trifle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made only worthy in his love, and her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thankful acceptance, for her sake to rob<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Orphan Kingdom of such guardians, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must of necessity descend [from] him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore in some part of recompence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his much love, and to shew to the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That 'twas not her fault only, but her fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That did deny to let her be the mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such most certain blessings: yet for proof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She did not envy her, that happy her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is appointed to them, her [q]uick end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should make way for her, which no sooner spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in a moment this too ready engine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made such a battery in the choisest Castle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever nature made to defend life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That strait it shook, and sunk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Stay, dares any<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presume to shed a tear before me? or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ascribe that worth unto themselves to merit:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do so for her? I have done, now on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Fall'n thus, once more she smil'd, as if that death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For her had studied a new way to sever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul and body, without sense of pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then tell him (quoth she) what you have seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with what willingness 'twas done: for which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My last request unto him is, that he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would instantly make choice of one (most happy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In being so chosen) to supply my place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By whom if heaven bless him with a daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my remembrance let it bear my name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which said she dy'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> I hear this, and yet live;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart! art thou thunder proof, will nothing break thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She's dead, and what her entertainment may be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In th'other world without me is uncertain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dare I stay here unresolv'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Oh Sir!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Dear son.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> Great King.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Unhand me, am I fall'n<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So low, that I have lost the power to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Disposer of my own life?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Be but pleas'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To borrow so much time of sorrow, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To call to mind her last request, for whom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(I must confess a loss beyond expression)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You turn your hand upon your self, 'twas hers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dying hers, that you should live and happy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In seeing little models of your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By matching with another, and will you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave any thing that she desir'd ungranted?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And suffer such a life that was [l]aid down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your sake only to be fruitless?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Oh thou dost throw charms upon me, against which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot stop my ears, bear witness heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That not desire of life, nor love of pleasure[s]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor any future comforts, but to give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her last demand, makes me defer our meeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in my choice, and suddain choice shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all apparent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> How? doe I remove one mischief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To draw upon my head a greater?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Go, thou only good man, to whom for her self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goodness is dear, and prepare to interr it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her that was; oh my heart! my <i>Ordella</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monument worthy to be the casket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a jewel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Your command that makes way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto my absence is a welcome one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For but your self there's nothing here <i>Martel</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can take delight to look on; yet some comfort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes back with me to her, who though she want it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserves all blessings. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> So soon to forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The loss of such a wife, believe it will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be censur'd in the world.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Pray you no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no arg[u]ment you can use to cross it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But does increase in me such a suspition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not cherish—who's that?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Memberge. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> One, no guard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can put back from access, whose tongue no threats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor praises can silence, a bold suitor, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that which if you are your self, a King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You were made so to grant it, Justice, Justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> With what assurance dare you hope for that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is deny'd to me? or how can I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand bound to be just, unto such as are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath me, that find none from those that are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> There is justice, 'twere unfit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That any thing but vengeance should fall on him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That by his giving way to more than murther,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For my dear fathers death was parricide)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes it his own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I charge you hear her not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Hell cannot stop just prayers from ent'ring heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must and will be heard Sir; but remember<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he that by her plot fell, was your brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the place where, your Palace, against all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' inviolable rites of hospitality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your word, a Kings word, given up for his safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His innocence, his protection, and the gods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound to revenge the impious breach of such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So great and sacred bonds; and can you wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(That in not punishing such a horrid murther<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You did it) that heavens favour is gone from you?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which never will return, until his bloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be wash'd away in hers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Drag hence the wretch.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Forbear, with what variety<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of torments do I meet! oh thou hast open'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Book, in which writ down in bloudy Letters,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> -<span class="i0">My conscience finds that I am worthy of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than I undergoe, but I'll begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my <i>Ordella</i>'s sake, and for thine own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make less heavens great anger: thou hast lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A father, I to thee am so; the hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a good Husband, in me have one; nor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be fearful I am still no man, already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That weakness is gone from me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> That it might <span class="directline">[<i>Aside.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Have ever grown inseparably upon thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What will you do? Is such a thing as this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worthy the lov'd <i>Ordella</i>'s place, the daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a poor Gardener?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> Your Son.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> The power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take away that lowness is in me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Stay yet, for rather than [that] thou shalt add<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Incest unto thy other sins, I will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hazard of my own life, utter all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Theodoret</i> was thy Brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> You deny'd it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your oath, nor will I now believe you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Protean turnings cannot change my purpose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Memb.</i> And for me, be assur'd the means to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reveng'd on thee, vile hag, admits no thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what tends to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Is it come to that?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then have at the last refuge: art thou grown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insensible in [i]ll, that thou goest on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the least compunction? there, take that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To witness, that thou hadst a mother, which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foresaw thy cause of grief, and sad repentance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That so soon after blest <i>Ordella</i>'s death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a tear thou canst imbrace another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetful man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Mine eyes when she is nam'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not unuseful now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> He's past all cure, that only touch is death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> This night I'll keep it,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To morrow I will send it you, and full of my affliction.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit</i> Thierry.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Is the poison mortal?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lecu.</i> Above the help of Physick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> To my wish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now for our own security, you <i>Protaldye</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall this night post towards <i>Austracia</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Letters to <i>Theodorets</i> bastard son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which we will make known what for his rising<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have done to <i>Thierry</i>: no denial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor no excuse in such acts must be thought of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which all dislike, and all again commend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they are brought unto a happy end. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Devitry <i>and four Soldiers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Devi.</i> <span class="fauxcap">N</span><span class="smcap">o</span> War, no Money, no Master; banish'd the -Court, not trusted in the City, whipt out of -the Countrey, in what a triangle runs our misery: let me hear -which of you has the best voice to beg in, for other hopes or -fortunes I see you have not; be not nice, nature provided you -with tones for the purpose, the peoples charity was your heritage, -and I would see which of you deserves his birth-right.</p> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> We understand you not Captain.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> You see this cardicue, the last, and the only -quintessence of 50 Crowns, distill'd in the limbeck of your -gardage, of which happy piece thou shalt be treasurer: now he -that can soonest perswade him to part with't, enjoyes it, possesses -it, and with it, me and my future countenance.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> If they want Art to perswade it, I'll keep it my self.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> So you be not a partial judge in your own cause, you shall.</p> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> A match.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> I'll begin to you, brave Sir; be proud to make him -happy by your liberality, whose tongue vouchsafes now to -petition, was never heard before less than to command. I am -a Soldier by profession, a Gentleman by birth, and an Officer -by place, whose poverty blushes to be the cause, that so high -a virtue should descend to the pity of your charity.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> In any case keep your high stile, it is not charity to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> -shame any man, much less a virtue of your eminence, wherefore -preserve your worth, and I'll preserve my money.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> You perswade? you are shallow, give way to merit: -ah by the bread of [God] man, thou hast a bonny countenance -and a blith, promising mickle good to a sicker womb, that has -trode a long and a sore ground to meet with friends, that will -owe much to thy reverence, when they shall hear of thy -courtesie to their wandring countreyman.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> You that will use your friends so hardly to bring them -in debt, Sir, will deserve worse of a stranger, wherefore pead -on, pead on, I say.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> It is the Welch must do't, I see, comrade man of -urship, <i>St. Tavy</i> be her Patron, the gods of the mountains keep -her cow and her cupboard; may she never want the green of -the Leek, [nor] the fat of the Onion, if she part with her bounties -to him, that is a great deal away from her cozines, and has two -big suits in law to recover her heritage.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> Pardon me Sir, I will have nothing to do with your -suits, it comes within the statute of maintenance: home to -your cozines, and so[w]e garlick and hempseed, the one will stop -your hunger; the other end your suits, <i>gammawash comrade, -gammawash</i>.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> 'Foot he'll hoord all for himself.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Yes, let him; now comes my turn, I'll see if he -can answer me: save you Sir, they say, you have that I want, -Money.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> And that you are like to want, for ought I perceive yet.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Stand, deliver.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> 'Foot what mean you, you will not rob the Exchequer?</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Do you prate?</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> Hold, hold, here Captain.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> Why I could have done this before you.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> And I.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> And I.</p> - -<p><i>Vit.</i> You have done this, brave man be proud to make -him happy, by the bread of God man, thou hast a bonny -countenance, comrade man of urship, <i>St. Tavy</i> be her patron, -out upon you, you uncurried colts, walking cans that have no -souls in you, but a little Rosin to keep your ribs sweet, and -hold in liquor.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> Why, what would you have us to do Captain?</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Beg, beg, and keep Constables waking, wear out -stocks and whipcord, maunder for butter-milk, dye of the -Jaundice, yet have the cure about you, Lice, large Lice, begot -of your own dust, and the heat of the Brick-kills, may you -starve, and fear of the gallows, which is a gentle consumption -to't, only preferr it, or may you fall upon your fear, and be -hanged for selling those purses to keep you from famine, whose -monies my valour empties, and be cast without other evidence; -here is my Fort, my Castle of defence, who comes by shall pay -me toll, the first purse is your mitimus slaves.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> The purse, 'foot we'll share in the money Captain, if -any come within a furlong of our fingers.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> Did you doubt but we could steal as well as your self, -did not I speak Welsh?</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> We are thieves from our cradles, and will dye so.</p> - -<p><i>Vit.</i> Then you will not beg again.</p> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> Yes, as you did, stand, and deliver.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> Hark, here comes handsel, 'tis a Trade quickly set up, -and as soon cast down.</p> - -<p><i>Vitry.</i> Have goodness in your minds varlets, and to't like -men; he that has more money than we, cannot be our friend, -and I hope there is no law for spoiling the enemy.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> You need not instruct us farther, your example pleads -enough.</p> - -<p><i>Devitry.</i> Disperse your selves, and as their company is, -fall on.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> Come, there are a band of 'em, I'll charge single. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Soldier[s].</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Protaldye. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> 'Tis wonderful dark, I have lost my man, and dare -not call for him, lest I should have more followers than I would -pay wages to; what throws am I in, in this travel! these be -honourable adventures; had I that honest bloud in my veins -again Queen, that your feats and these frights have drain'd from -me, honor should pull hard, e'r it drew me into these brakes.</p> - -<p><i>Devitry.</i> Who goes there?</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Hey ho, here's a pang of preferment.</p> - -<p><i>Devi.</i> 'Heart, who goes there?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> He that has no heart to your acquaintance, what -shall I do with my Jewels and my Letter, my codpiece that's -too loose, good, my boots, who is't that spoke to me? here's -a friend.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> We shall find that presently, stand, as you love -your safety, stand.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> That unlucky word of standing, has brought me to -all this, hold, or I shall never stand you.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> I should know that voice, deliver.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Soldiers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> All that I have is at your service Gentlemen, and -much good may it do you.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Zones down with him, do you prate?</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Keep your first word as you are Gentlemen, and -let me stand, alas, what do you mean?</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> To tye you to us Sir, bind you in the knot of friendship.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Alas Sir, all the physick in <i>Europe</i> cannot bind me.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> You should have jewels about you, stones, precious -stones.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> Captain away, there's company within hearing, if you -stay longer, we are surpriz'd.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Let the Devil come, I'll pillage this Fregat a little -better yet.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> 'Foot we are lost, they are upon us.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Ha, upon us, make the least noise, 'tis thy parting -gaspe.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> Which way shall we make Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Every man his own; do you hear, only bind me, -bind me before you goe, and when the company's past, make to -this place again, this karvel should have better lading in him, -you are slow, why do you not tye harder?</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> You are sure enough I warrant you Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Darkness befriend you, away. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Soldiers.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> What tyrants have I met with, they leave me alone -in the dark, yet would not have me cry. I shall grow wondrous -melancho[l]y if I stay long here without company; I was wont -to get a nap with saying my prayers, I'll see if they will work -upon me now; but then, if I should talk in my sleep, and they -hear me, they would make a Recorder of my windpipe, slit my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> -throat: heaven be prais'd, I hear some noise, it may be new -purchase, and then I shall have fellows.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> They are gone past hearing, now to taske <i>Devitry</i>, -help, help, as you are men help; some charitable hand, relieve -a poor distressed miserable wretch, thieves, wicked thieves have -robb'd me; bound me.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> 'Foot, would they had gagg'd you too, your noise -will betray us, and fetch them again.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> What blessed tongue spake to me, where, where -where are you Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> A plague of your bawling throat, we are well enough -if you have the grace to be thankful for't, do but snore to me, -and 'tis as much as I desire, to pass away time with, till morning, -then talk as loud as you please Sir, I am bound not to stir, -therefore lie still and snore I say.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Then you have met with thieves too I see.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> And desire to meet with no more of them.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Alas, what can we suffer more? they are far enough -by this time; have they not all, all that we have Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> No by my faith have they not Sir; I gave them one -trick to boot for their learning, my Boots Sir, my Boots, I have -sav'd my stock, and my jewels in them, and therefore desire to -hear no more of them.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Now blessing on your wit, Sir, what a dull slave -was I, dreamt not of your conveyance, help to unbind me Sir, -and I'll undoe you, my life for yours, no worse thief than my -self meets you again this night.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Reach me thy hands.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Here Sir, here, I could beat my brains out, that -could not think of boots, boots Sir, wide topt boots, I shall -love them the better whilst I live; but are you sure your -Jewels are here Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Sure sayst thou? ha, ha, ha.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Devit.</i> So ho, illo ho. <span class="directline">[<i>Within Soldiers.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Here Captain, here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Prot.</i> 'Foot what do you mean Sir?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Soldiers.</i> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> A trick to boot, say you; here you dull slaves, -purchase, purchase the soul of the Rock, Diamonds, sparkling -Diamonds.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> I'm betraid, lost, past recovery, lost, as you are men.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Nay rook, since you will be prating, we'll share -your carrion with you, have you any other conveyance now Sir?</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> 'Foot here are Letters, Epistles, familiar Epistles, we'll -see what treasure is in them, they are seal'd sure.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Gentlemen, as you are Gentlemen spare my Letters, -and take all willingly, all: I'll give you a release, a general -release, and meet you here to morrow with as much more.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Nay, since you have your tricks, and your conveyances, -we will not leave a wrinkle of you unsearcht.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Hark, there comes company, you will be betraid, as -you love your safeties, beat out my brains, I shall betray you else.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Treason, unheard of Treason, monstrous, monstrous -villanies.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> I confess my self a Traitor, shew your selves good -subjects, and hang me up for't.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> If it be treason, the discovery will get our pardon, -Captain.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Would we were all lost, hang'd, quarter'd, to save -this one, one innocent Prince; <i>Thierry</i>'s poison'd, by his mother -poison'd, the Mistriss to this stallion, who by that poison ne'er -shall sleep again.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> 'Foot let us mince him by piece-meal[e], till he eat -himself up.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> Let us dig out his heart with needles, and half broil -him like a Mussel.</p> - -<p><i>Prot.</i> Such another and I prevent you, my bloud's setled -already.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> Here's that shall remove it, toad, viper, drag him -unto <i>Martel</i>, unnatural par[r]icide, cruel, bloudy woman.</p> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> On you dogfish, leech, caterpillar.</p> - -<p><i>Devit.</i> A longer sight of him will make my rage turn pity, -and with his suddain end, prevent revenge and torture, wicked, -wicked <i>Brunhalt</i>. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Bawdber <i>and three Courtiers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> Not sleep at all, no means.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2.</i> No Art can do it.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> I will assure you, he can sleep no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than a hooded Hawk[e], a centinel to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or one of the City Constables are tops.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3.</i> How came he so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> They are too wise that dare know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something's amiss, heaven help all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> What cure has he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Armies of those we call Physitians, some with glisters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some with Lettice-caps, some posset-drinks, some Pills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty consulting here about a drench,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[As many here to blood him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then comes a Don of <i>Spaine</i>, and he prescribes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More cooling opium then would kill a turke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or quench a whore ith dogdayes; after him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wise Italian, and he cries, tie unto him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman of fourescore, whose bones are marble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose bloud snow water, not so much heate about her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As may conceive a prayer: after him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An English Doctor, with a bunch of pot hearbes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he cries out Endiffe and suckery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a few mallow rootes and butter milke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And talkes of oyle made of a churchmans charity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet still he wakes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1.</i> But your good honor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has a praye[r] in store if all should faile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> I could have prayed, and handsomely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But age and an ill memory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3.</i> Has spoyl'd your primmer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Yet if there be a man of faith i'the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can pray for a pension.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Thierry, on a bed, with Doctors and attendants.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2.</i> Here's the King Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those that will pray without pay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bawdb.</i> Then pray for me too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Doct.</i> How does your grace now feele your selfe?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What's that?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Doct.</i> Nothing at all Sir, but your fancy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Tell me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can ever these eyes more shut up in slumbers,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Assure my soule there is sleepe? is there night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rest for humane labors? do not you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the world as I do, out stare time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And live like funerall lampes never extinguisht?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there a grave, and do not flatter me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor feare to tell me truth; and in that grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there a hope I shall sleepe, can I die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not my miseries immortall? o<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happinesse of him that drinkes his water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After his weary day, and sleepes for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you crucifie me thus with faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gaping strangely upon one another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When shall I rest?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Doct.</i> O Sir, be patient.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Am I not patient? have I not endur'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More then a maingy dog among your dosses?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am I not now your patient? yee can make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unholesome fooles sleepe for a garded foote-cloth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whores for a hot sin offering; yet I must crave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That feede ye, and protect ye, and proclame ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because my powre is far above your searching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are my diseases so? can ye cure none<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those of equall ignorance, dare ye kill me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Doct.</i> We do beseech your grace be more reclam'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This talke doth but distemper you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Well, I will die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spight of all your potions; one of you sleepe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie downe and sleepe here, that I may behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What blessed rest it is my eyes are robde of:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, he can sleepe, sleepe any where, sleepe now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he that wakes for him can never slumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'st not a dainty ease?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Doct.</i> Your grace shall feele it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> O never I, never, the eyes of heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See but their certaine motions, and then sleepe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rages of the <i>Ocean</i> have their slumbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quiet silver calmes; each violence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crownes in his end a peace, but my fixt fires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall never, never set, who's that?<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martell, Brunhalt, Devitry, souldiers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> No woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother of mischiefe, no, the day shall die first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all good things live in a worse then thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere thou shalt sleepe, doest thou see him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Yes, and curse him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that love him foole, and all live by him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Why art thou such a monster?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Why art thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So tame a knave to aske me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Hope of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this faire holy light, and all his wrongs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are above thy yeares, almost thy vices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt not rest, not feele more what is pitty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know nothing necessary, meete no society,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what shall curse and crucifie thee, feele in thy selfe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing but what thou art, bane, and bad conscience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till this man rest; but for whose reverence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because thou art his mother, I would say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whore, this shall be, do ye nod? ile waken ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my swords point.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I wish no more of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor hope no more, but a sufficient anger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To torture thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> See, she that makes you see Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to your misery still see, your mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mother of your woes Sir, of your waking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mother of your peoples cries, and curses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your murdering mother, your malicious mother:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Phisitians, halfe my state to sleepe an houre now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it so mother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Yes it is so sonne;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were it yet againe to do, it should be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> She nods againe, swing her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> But mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For yet I love that reverence, and to death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare not forget you have bin so; was this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This endlesse misery, this curelesse malice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This snatching from me all my youth together,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> -<span class="i0">All that you made me for, and happy mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crownde with eternall time are proud to finish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Done by your will?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> It was, and by that will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> O mother, do not lose your name, forget not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The touch of nature in you, tendernes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis all the soule of woman, all the sweetnesse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget not I beseech you what are children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor how you [have] gron'd for um, to what love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are borne inheritors, with what care kept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as they rise to ripenesse still remember<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they impe out your age; and when time calls you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as an Autum flower you fall, forget not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How round about your hearse they hang like penons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Holy foole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has kill'd thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preach not to me of punishments, or feares,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or what I ought to be, but what I am,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman in her liberall will defe[at]ed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all her greatnesse crost, in pleasure blasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My angers have bin laught at, my ends slighted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all those glories that had crownd my fortunes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer'd by blasted vertue to be scatter'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the fruitefull mother of these angers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what such have done, reade, and know thy ruine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Heaven forgive you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> She tells you true, for milions of her mischiefes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are now apparent, <i>Protaldye</i>, we have taken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An equall agent with her, to whose care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After the damnde defeate on you, she trusted.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Messenger.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bringing in of <i>Leonor</i> the bastard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Son to your murther'd brother, her Physitian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this time is attacht to that damn'd devil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mess.</i> 'Tis like he will be so, for e'er we came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearing an equal justice for his mischiefs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He drencht himself.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> He did like one of mine then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Must I still see these miseries, no night<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To hide me from their horrors, that <i>Protaldy</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">See justice fall upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Now I could sleep too.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Ordella. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> I'll give you yet more Poppy, bring the Lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heaven in her embraces; gives him quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madam, unveil yourself.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I do forgive you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though you sought my bloud, yet I'll pray for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> Art thou alive?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Now could you sleep?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> For ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Go carry her without wink of sleep, or quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where her strong knave <i>Protaldye</i>'s broke o'th' wheel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let his cries and roars be musick to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I mean to waken her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Do her no wrong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Nor right, as you love justice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Brun.</i> I will think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if there be new curses in old nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a soul dare send them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Keep her waking. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Brunhalt.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> What's that appears so sweetly? there's that face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Be moderate, Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> That Angels face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Goe nearer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> <i>Martel</i>, I cannot last long, see the soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see it perfectly of my <i>Ordella</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavenly figure of her sweetness there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me gods, it comes, Divinest substance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kneel, kneel, kneel every one, Saint of thy Sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be for my cruelty thou comest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do ye see her hoe?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Yes Sir, and you shall know her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Down, down again, to be reveng'd for bloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Spirit I am ready, she smiles on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O blessed sign of Peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> Goe nearer Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> I c[o]me to make you happy.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Hear you that, Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She comes to crown my soul: away, get sacrifice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst I with holy Honors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> She's alive, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> In everlasting life, I know it friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh happy, happy soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Alas, I live Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mortal woman still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Can spirits weep too?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> She's no spirit Sir, pray kiss her, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be very gentle to him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Stay, she is warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by my life the same lips tell me brightness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are you the same <i>Ordella</i> still?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> The same, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom heavens and my good Angel staid from ruin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Kiss me again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> The same still, still your servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> 'Tis she, I know her now <i>Martel</i>; sit down sweet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh blest and happiest woman, a dead slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begins to creep upon me, oh my jewel!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Messenger and</i> Memberge. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Oh sleep my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> My joyes are too much for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mess.</i> <i>Brunhalt</i> impatient of her constraint to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Protaldye</i> tortur'd, has choak'd her self.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> No more, her sins go with her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Love, I must die, I faint, close up my glasses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Doct.</i> The Queen faints too, and deadly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> One dying kiss.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> My last Sir, and my dearest, and now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close my eyes too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Thier.</i> Thou perfect woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Martel</i>, the Kingdom's yours, take <i>Memberge</i> to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And keep my line alive; nay, weep not, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take me, I go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ordel.</i> Take me too, farewel honour. <span class="directline">[<i>Die both.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Doct.</i> They are gone for ever.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> The peace of happy souls go after them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear them to their last beds, whilst I study<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Tomb to speak their loves; whilst old time laste[t]h<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am your King in sorrows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> We your subjects.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mart.</i> <i>Devitry</i>, for your service, be near us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whip out these instruments of this mad mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Court, and all good people; and because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was born Noble, let that Title find her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A private grave, but neither tongue nor honor:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now lead on, they that shall read this story,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall find that Virtue lives in Good, not Glory.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>The Woman-Hater.</h2> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>PROLOGUE.</h3> - - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="drop-capw"><i><span class="smcap">Gentlemen</span>, Inductions are out of date, and a Prologue in -Verse, is as stale as a black Velvet Cloak, and a Bay -Garland: therefore you shall have it plain Prose, thus: If there -be any amongst you, that come to hear lascivious Scenes, let them -depart: for I do pronounce this, to the utter discomfort of all -twopenny Gallery men, you shall have no bawdery in it: or -if there be any lurking amongst you in corners, with Table-books, -who have some hope to find fit matter to feed his—— —— malice on, -let them claspe them up, and slink away, or stay and be converted. -For he that made this Play, means to please Auditors so, as he -may be an Auditor himself hereafter, and not purchase them with -the dear [losse] of his [e]ares: I dare not call it</i> Comedy <i>or</i> Tragedy; -<i>'tis perfectly neither: A Play it is, which was meant to make you -laugh, how it [will] please you, is not written in my Part: for -though you should like it to day, perhaps your selves know not how -you should digest it to morrow: Some things in it you may meet -with, which are out of the common road: a Duke there is, and -the Scæne lies in Italy, as those two things lightly we never miss. -But you shall not find in it the ordinary and over-worn Trade -of jesting at Lords and Courtiers, and Citizens, without taxation -of any particular or new vice by them found out, but at the persons -of them; such, he, that made this, thinks vile, and for his own -part vows; That he did never think, but that a [Lord] born -might be a wise man, and a Courtier an honest man.</i></p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke of</i> Millain, Arrigo, Lucio, <i>and two Courtiers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">T</span><span class="smcap">is</span> now the sweetest time for sleep, the night is scarce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">spent; <i>Arrigo</i>, what's a clock?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> Past four.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Is it so much, and yet the morn not up?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See yonder where the shamefac'd Maiden comes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into our sight, how gently doth she slide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hiding her chaste cheeks, like a modest Bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a red veil of blushes; as [is] she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even such all modest virtuous Women be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why thinks your Lordship I am up so soon?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> About some weighty State plot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> And what thinks your knighthood of it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arr.</i> I do think to cure some strange corruptions in the Common-wealth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Y'are well conceited of your selves to think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I chuse you out to bear me company<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such affairs and business of state:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For am not I a pattern for all Princes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That break my soft sleep for my subjects good?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am I not careful? very provident?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> Your Grace is careful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> Very provident.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nay, knew you how my serious working plots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Concern the whole Estates of all my subjects,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, and their lives; then <i>Lucio</i> thou wouldst swear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I were a loving Prince.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> I think your Grace intends to walk the publick<br /></span> -<span class="i0">streets disguis'd, to see the streets disorders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> It is not so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> You secretly will cross some other states, that do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">conspire against you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Weightier far:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are my friends, and you shall have the cause;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I break my sleeps thus soon to see a wench.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> Y'are wond'rous careful for your subjects good.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> You are a very loving Prince indeed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> This care I take for them, when their dull eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are clos'd with heavy slumbers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> Then you rise to see your wenches?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> What <i>Milan</i> beauty hath the power, to charme her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sovereign eyes, and break his sleeps?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Sister to Count <i>Valore</i>, she's a Maid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would make a Prince forget his throne, and sta[t]e,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lowly kneel to her: the general fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all mortality, is hers to give;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she disposeth, so we die and live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> My Lord, the day grows clear, the Court will rise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk.</i> We stay too long, is the <i>Umbranoes</i> head as we commanded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">sent to the sad <i>Gondarino</i>, our General?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arr.</i> 'Tis sent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> But stay, where shines that light?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> 'Tis in the chamber of <i>Lazarello</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Lazarillo?</i> what is he?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> A Courtier my Lord, and one that I wonder your -Grace knows not: for he hath followed your Court, and your -last predecessors, from place to place, any time this seven year[e], -as faithfully as your Spits and your Dripping-pans have done, -and almost as greasily.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Oh we know him, as we have heard, he keeps a -Kalender of all the [famous] dishes of meat, that have been in -the Court, ever since our great Grandfathers time; and when -he can thrust in at no Table, he makes his meat of that.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> The very same my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk[e].</i> A Courtier call'st thou him?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe me <i>Lucio</i>, there be many such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About our Court, respected, as they think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even by our self; with thee I will be plain:<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>We Princes do use, to preferre many for nothing, and to -take particular and free knowledg[e], almost in the nature of -acquaintance of many; whom we do use only for our pleasures, -and [d]o give largely to numbers; more out of policy to -be thought liberal, and by that means to make the people -strive to deserve our Love; than to reward any particular -desert of theirs, to whom we give: and do suffer our selves -to hear flatterers, more for recreation</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Than for love of it, though we seldom hate it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet we know all these, and when we please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can touch the wheel, and turn their names about.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I wonder they that know their states so well, should -fancy such base slaves.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou wond'rest <i>Lucio</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dost not thou think, if thou wert Duke of <i>Milan</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou should'st be flattered?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> I know my Lord, I would not.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Why so, I thought till I was Duke, I thought I -should have left me no more flatterers, than there are now -Plain-dealers; and yet for all this my resolution, I am most -palpably flattered: the poor man may loath covetousness and -flattery, but fortune will alter the mind when the wind turns: -there may be well a little conflict, but it will drive the billows -before it.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arrigo</i> it grows late, for see, fair <i>Thetis</i> hath undone the barrs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To <i>Phebus</i> team; and his unrival'd light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath cha[s]'d the mornings modest blush away:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now must we to our love, bright <i>Paphian</i> Queen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou <i>Cytherean</i> goddess, that delights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In stirring glances, and art still thy self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More toying than thy team of Sparrows be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou laughing <i>Errecina</i>, oh inspire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her heart with love, or lessen my desire. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4><i>Scæna Secunda.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarillo <i>and his boy</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Go run, search, pry in every nook and angle of the -Kitchins, Larders, and Pasteries, know what meat's boil'd, -bak'd, rost, stew'd, fri'd, or sous'd, at this dinner to be serv'd -directly, or indirectly, to every several Table in the Court, -be gone.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> I run, but not so fast as your mouth will do upon -the stroke of Eleven. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Boy.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> What an excellent thing did God bestow upon -man, when he [did give] him a good stomach! what unbounded -graces there are pour'd upon them that have the continual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> -command of the very best of these blessings! 'tis an excellent -thing to be a Prince; he is serv'd with such admirable -variety of Fare; such innumerable choice of Delicates; his -Tables are full fraught with most nourishing food, and his -Cubbards heavy laden with rich Wines; his Court is still -filled with most [pleasing varieties]: In the Summer, his Palace -is full of Green Geese; and in Winter it [swarmeth] -Woodcocks,</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh thou goddess of Plenty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill me this day with some rare delicates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will every year most constantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As this day celebrate a sumptuous Feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou wilt send me victuals in thine honor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to it shall be bidden for thy sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even all the valiant stomachs in the Court:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All short-cloak'd Knights, and all cross-garter'd Gentlemen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All pump and pantofle, foot-cloth riders;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the swarming generation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of long stocks, short pain'd hose, and huge stuff'd doublets:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these shall eat, and which is more than yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath e'er been seen, they shall be satisfied.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wonder my Ambassador returns not!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Boy.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Here I am Master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> And welcome:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never did that sweet Virgin in her smock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair-cheek'd <i>Andromeda</i>, when to the rock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her Ivorie limbs were chain'd, and straight before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A huge Sea-monster, tumbling to the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have devour'd her, with more longing sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expect the coming of some hardy Knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That might have quell'd his pride, and set her free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I with longing sight have look'd for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Your <i>Perseus</i> is come Master, that will destroy him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very comfort of whose presence shuts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monster hunger from your yelping guts.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Brief boy, brief, discourse the service of each -several Table compendiously.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Here's a Bill of all Sir.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Give it me, a Bill of all the several services this -day appointed for every Table in the Court,</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I, this is it on which my hopes relye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within this paper all my joyes are clos'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boy, open it, and read it with reverence.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> For the Captain of the Guards Table, three chines -of Beef, and two jo[l]ls of Sturgeon.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> A portly service, but gross, gross, proceed to the -Dukes own Table, dear boy, to the Dukes own Table.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> For the Dukes own Table, the head of an <i>Umbrana</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Is't possible? can Heaven be so propitious to the Duke?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Yes, I'll assure you Sir, 'tis possible, Heaven is so -propitious to him.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> Why then he is the richest Prince alive:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He were the wealthiest Monarch in all <i>Europe</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he no other Territories, Dominions, Provinces, Seats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No[r] Palaces, but only that <i>Umbrana</i>'s head.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> 'Tis very fresh and sweet, Sir, the fish was taken but -this night, and the head, as a rare novelty, appointed by special -commandement for the Dukes own Table, this dinner.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> If poor unworthy I may come to eat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this most sacred dish, I here do vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If that blind Huswife, Fortune will bestow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But means on me) to keep a sumptuous house,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>A board groaning under the heavy burden of the beasts -that cheweth the cudd, and the Fowl that cutteth the Air: -I shall not like the Table of a countrey Justice, besprinkled -over with all manner of cheap Sallads, sliced Beef, Giblets, -and Petitoes, to fill up room, nor should there stand any -great, cumbersom, un-cut-up pies, at the nether end fill'd -with moss and stones, partly to make a shew with and partly -to keep the lower Mess from eating, nor shall my meat come -in sneaking, like the City service, one dish a quarter of an -hour after another, and gone, as if they had appointed to meet -there, and had mistook the hour, nor should it, like the new -Court service, come in in haste, as if it fain would be gone -again, all courses at once, like a hunting breakfast, but I -would have my several courses, and my dishes well fill'd, my -first course should be brought in after the antient manner,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> -by a score of old bleer-ey'd Serving-men, in long blew coats, -(marry they shall buy Silk, Facing, and Buttons themselves) -but that's by the way.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Master the time calls on, will you be walking? <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Boy.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Follow boy, follow, my guts were half an hour -since in the privy Kitchin. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - - -<h4><i>Scæna Tertia.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Count, and his Sister</i> Oriana. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Faith brother, I must needs go yonder.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> And faith Sister what will you do yonder?</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I know the Lady <i>Honoria</i> will be glad to see me.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Glad to see you? faith the Lady <i>Honoria</i> cares -for you as she doth for all other young Ladies, she's glad to -see you, and will shew you the Privy Garden, and tell you -how many Gowns the Duchess had; Marry if you have ever -an old Uncle, that would be a Lord, or ever a kinsman that -hath done a murther, or committed a robbery, and will give -good store of Money to procure his pardon, then the Lady -<i>Honoria</i> will be glad to see you.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I, but they say one shall see fine sights at the Court.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I'll tell you what you shall see, you shall see many -faces of mans making, for you shall find very few as God left -them: and you shall see many legs too; amongst the rest -you shall behold one pair, the feet of which, were in times -past, sockless, but are now through the change of time (that -alters all things) very strangely become the legs of a Knight -and a Courtier; another pair you shall see, that were heir -apparent legs to a Glover, these legs hope shortly to be honourable; -when they pass by they will bow, and the mouth to -these legs, will seem to offer you some Courtship; it [will] -swear, but [it] will lye, hear it not.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> Why, and are not these fine sights?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Sister, in seriousness you yet are young<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fair, a fair young Maid, and apt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> Apt?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Exceeding apt[, apt] to be drawn to.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> To what?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> To that you should not be, 'tis no dispraise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is not bad that hath desire to ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she that hath no power to rule that Will:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there you shall be wooed in other kinds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than yet your years have known, the chiefest men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will seem to throw themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As vassals at your [service], kiss your hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepare [you] Banquets, Masques, Shews, all inticements<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Wit and Lust together can devise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To draw a Lady from the state of Grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To an old Lady widdows Gallery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they will praise your virtues, beware that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only way to turn a Woman whore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to commend her chastity: you'll goe?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I would go, if it were but only to shew you, that -I could be there, and be mov'd with none of these tricks.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Your servants are ready?</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> An hour since.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Well, if you come off clear from this hot service, -Your praise shall be the greater. Farewel Sister.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Farewel Brother.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Once more, if you stay in the presence till candle-light, -keep on the foreside o'th' Curtain; and do you hear, -take heed of the old Bawd, in the cloth of Tissue sleeves, and -the knit Mittines. Farewel Sister. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Oria.</span></p> - -<p>Now am I idle, I would I had been a Scholar, that I might -a studied now: the punishment of meaner men is, they have -too much to do; our only misery is, that without company -we know not what to do; I must take some of the common -courses of our Nobility; which is thus: if I can find no -company that likes me, pluck off my Hatband, throw an -old Cloak over my face, and as if I would not be known, -walk hastily through the streets, till I be discovered; then -there goes Count such a one, says one; there goes Count -such a one, says another: Look how fast he goes, says a -third; there's some great matters in hand questionless, says -a fourth; when all my business is to hav[e] them say so: -this hath been used; or if I can find any company, I'll -after dinner to the Stage, to see a Play; where, when I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> -first enter, you shall have a murmure in the house, every -one that does not know cries, What Nobleman is that? all -the Gallants on the Stage rise, vail to me, kiss their hand, -offer me their places: then I pick out some one, whom I -please to grace among the rest, take his seat, use it, throw -my cloak over my face, and laugh at him: the poor Gentleman -imagines himself most highly grac'd, thinks all the -Auditors esteem him one of my bosom friends; and in right -special regard with me. But here comes a Gentleman, that -I hope will make me better sport, than either street and -stage fooleries.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello <i>and Boy</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>This man loves to eat good meat, always provided, he -do not pay for it himself, he goes by the name of the -<i>Hungry Courtier</i>, marry, because I think that name will not -sufficiently distinguish him, for no doubt he hath more fellows -there, his name is <i>Lazarello</i>, he is none of these [same] ordinary -eaters, that will devour three breakfasts, and as many dinners, -without any prejudice to their Beavers, Drinkings, or Suppers; -but he hath a more courtly kind of hunger, and doth hunt -more after novelty, than plenty, I'll overhear him.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> Oh thou most itching kindly appetite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which every creature in his stomach feels;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh leave, leave yet at last thus to torment me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three several Sallads have I sacrific'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bedew'd with precious oil and vinegar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already to appease thy greedy wrath. Boy.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Will the Count speak with me?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> One of his Gentlemen is gone to inform him of -your coming, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> There is no way left for me to compass th[is] Fish-head, -but by being presently made known to the Duke.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> That will be hard Sir.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> When I have tasted of this sacred dish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then shall my bones rest in my Fathers tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In peace; then shall I dye most willingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as a dish be serv'd to satisfie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deaths hunger, and I will be buried thus:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> -<span class="i0">My Bier shall be a charger born by four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Coffin where I lye, a powd'ring-tub,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bestrew'd with Lettice, and cool Sallad herbs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Winding-sheet of Tansies, the black Guard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be my solemn Mourners, and instead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ceremonies, wholsom burial Prayers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A printed dirge in rhyme, shall bury me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead of tears, let them pour Capon sauce upon my hearse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And salt instead of dust, Manchets for stones, for other glorious shields<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a Voider; and above my Hearse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a Trutch sword, my naked knife stuck up.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>The Count discovers himself.</i></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Master, the Count's here.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Where? my Lord I do beseech you.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Y'are very welcome Sir, I pray you stand up, you -shall dine with me.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> I do beseech your Lordship by the love -I still have born to your honourable house.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir, what need all this? you shall dine with me, I pray rise.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Perhaps your Lordship takes me for one of these -same fellows, that do as it were respect victuals.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Oh Sir by no means.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Your Lordship has often promised, that whensoever -I should affect greatness, your own hand should help to -raise me.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> And so much still assure your self of.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> And though I must confess, I have ever shun'd -popularity, by the example of others, yet I do now feel my -self a little ambitious, your Lordship is great, and though -young, yet a Privy Counsellor.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I pray you Sir leap into the matter, what would -You have me do for you?</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> I would intreat your Lordship to make me known -to the Duke.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> When Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Suddainly my Lord, I would have you present me -unto him this morning.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> It shall be done, but for what virtues, would you -have him take notice of you?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Your Lordship shall know that presently.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Tis pity of this fellow, he is of good wit, and -sufficient understanding, when he is not troubled with this -greedy worm.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> 'Faith, you may intreat him to take notice of me -for any thing; for being an excellent Farrier, for playing -well at Span-counter, or sticking knives in walls, for being -impudent, or for nothing; why may not I be a Favorite on -the suddain? I see nothing against it.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Not so Sir, I know you have not the face to be -a Favourite on the suddain.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Why then you shall present me as a Gentleman -well qualified, or one extraordinary seen in divers strange -mysteries.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> In what Sir? as how?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Marry as thus—</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter [I]ntelligencer.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Yonder's my old Spirit, that hath haunted me -daily, ever since I was a privy Counsellor, I must be rid of -him, I pray you stay there, I am a little busie, I will speak -with you presently.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> You shall bring me in, and after a little other -talk taking me by the hand, you shall utter these words -to the Duke: May it please your grace, to take note of -a Gentleman, well read, deeply learned, and throughly -grounded in the hidden knowledge of all Sallads and Pot-herbs -whatsoever.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Twill be rare, if you will walk before, Sir, I will -overtake you instantly.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Your Lordships ever.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> This fellow is a kind of an informer, one that -lives in Alehouses and Taverns, and because he perceives -some worthy men in this Land, with much labour and great -expence, to have discovered things dangerously hanging over -the State; he thinks to discover as much out of the talk of -drunkards in Tap-houses: he brings me informations, pick'd -out of broken words, in mens common talk, which, with his -malicious mis-application, he hopes will seem dangerous, he -doth besides, bring me the names of all the young Gentlemen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> -in the City, that use Ordinaries, or Taverns, talking (to -my thinking) only as the freedom of their youth teach -them, without any further ends; for dangerous and seditious -spirits; he is besides, an arrant whoremaster, as any is in -<i>Milan</i>, of a Lay-man; I will not meddle with the Clergy: -he is parcel Lawyer, and in my conscience much of their -religion, I must put upon him some piece of service; come -hither Sir, what have you to do with me?</p> - -<p><i>Int.</i> Little my Lord, I only come to know how your -Lordship would employ me.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Observed you that Gentleman, that parted from -me but now?</p> - -<p><i>Int.</i> I saw him now my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I was sending for you, I have talked with this -man, and I do find him dangerous.</p> - -<p><i>Int.</i> Is your Lordship in good earnest?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Hark you Sir, there may perhaps be some within -ear-[shot]. <span class="directline">[<i>He whispers with him.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello <i>and his Boy</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Sirrah, will you venture your life, the Duke hath -sent the Fish-head to my Lord?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Sir if he have not, kill me, do what you will with me.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> How uncertain is the state of all mortal things! -I have these crosses from my Cradle, from my very Cradle, -insomuch that I do begin to grow desperate: Fortune I do -despise thee, do thy worst; yet when I do better gather my -self together, I do find it is rather the part of a wise man, -to prevent the storms of Fortune by stirring, than to suffer -them by standing still, to pour themselves upon his naked -body. I will about it.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Who's within there?</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Servingman.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Let this Gentleman out at the back door, forget not my -instructions, if you find any thing dangerous; trouble not -your self to find out me, but carry your informations to the -Lord <i>Lucio</i>, he is a man grave, and well experienced in these -businesses.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> - -<p>[<i>Int.</i> Your Lordships Servant.] <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Intelligencer and Servingman.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Will it please your [worship walke]?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir I was coming, I will overtake you.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I will attend you over against the Lord <i>Gonderinoes</i> -house.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> You shall not attend there long.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Thither must I to see my Loves face, the chaste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virgin head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a dear Fish, yet pure and undeflowred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not known of man no rough bred countrey hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath once toucht thee, no Pandars withered paw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor an un-napkin'd Lawyers greasie fist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath once slubbered thee: no Ladies supple hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash'd o'er with Urine, hath yet seiz'd on thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her two nimble talents: no Court hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom his own natural filth, or change of air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath bedeck'd with scabs, hath marr'd thy whiter grace:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh let it be thought lawful then for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To crop the flower of thy Virginity. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Lazarello.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> This day I am for fools, I am all theirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though like to our young wanton cocker'd heirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who do affect those men above the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In whose base company they still are best:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do not with much labour strive to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wisest ever in the company:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for a fool, our wisdom oft amends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As enemies do teach us more than friends. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Count.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Gondarino and his servants.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> <span class="fauxcap">M</span><span class="smcap">y</span> Lord:</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Ha!</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> Here's one hath brought you a present.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> From whom? from a woman? if it be from a woman, -bid him carrie it back, and tell her she's a whore; what is it?</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> A Fish head my Lord.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> What Fish head?</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> I did not aske that my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Whence comes it?</p> - -<p><i>Ser.</i> From the Court.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> O 'tis a Cods-head.</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> No my Lord, 'tis some strange head, it comes from the Duke.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Let it be carried to my Mercer, I doe owe him -money for silks, stop his mouth with that. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Serv.</i></span></p> - -<p>Was there ever any man that hated his wife after death but -I? and for her sake all women, women that were created -only for the preservation of little dogs.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> My Lord the Count's sister being overtaken in the -streets, with a great hail-storm, is light at your gate, and -desires [room] till the storm be overpast.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Is she a woman?</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> I my Lord I think so.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I have none for her then: bid her get her gone, -tell her she is not welcome.</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> My Lord, she is now comming up.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> She shall not come up, tell her any thing; tell her -I have but one great room in my house, and I am now in -it at the close stool.</p> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> She's here my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> O impudence of women: I can keep dogs out of -my house, or I can defend my house against theeves, but I -cannot keep out women.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Oriana, <i>a waiting woman, and a Page</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Now Madam, what hath your Ladyship to say to me?</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> My Lord, I was bold to crave the help of your -house against the storm.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Your Ladyships boldness in coming will be impudence -in staying; for you are most unwelcome.</p> - -<p><i>Oriana.</i> Oh my Lord!</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Doe you laugh? by the hate I bear to you, 'tis true.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Y'are merry my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Let me laugh to death if I be, or can be whilst -thou art here, or livest; or any of thy sex.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Oriana.</i> I commend your Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Doe you commend me? why doe you commend -me? I give you no such cause: thou art a filthy impudent -whore; a woman, a very woman.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Ha, ha, ha.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Begot when thy father was drunk.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Your Lordship hath a good wit.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> How? what have I a good wit?</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Come my Lord, I have heard before of your Lordships -merry vain in jesting against our Sex, which I being -desirous to hear, made me rather choose your Lordships house, -than any other, but I know I am welcome.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Let me not live if you be: me thinks it doth not -become you, to come to my house being a stranger to you, -I have no woman in my house, to entertain you, nor to shew -you your chamber; why should you come to me? I have no -Galleries, nor banqueting houses, nor bawdy pictures to shew -your Ladyship.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Believe me this your Lordships plain[n]ess makes me -think my self more welcome, than if you had sworn by all -the pretty Court oaths that are, I had been welcomer than -your soul to your body.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Now she's in, talking treason will get her out, I -durst sooner undertake to talk an Intelligencer out of the -room, and speak more than he durst hear, than talk a woman -out of my company.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> My Lord the Duke being in the streets, and the storm -continuing, is entred your gate, and now coming up.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> The Duke! now I know your Errand Madam; you -have plots and private meetings in hand: why doe you choose -my house? are you asham'd to goe to't in the old coupling -place, though it be less suspicious here; for no Christian will -suspect a woman to be in my house? yet you may do it cleanlyer -there, for there is a care had of those businesses; and -wheresoever you remove, your great maintainer and you shall -have your lodgings directly opposite, it is but putting on your -night-gown, and your s[l]ippers; Madam, you understand me?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Before I would not understand him, but now he -speaks riddles to me indeed.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Duke, Arrigo, and Lucio.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> 'Twas a strange hail-storm.</p> - -<p><i>Lucio.</i> 'Twas exceeding strange.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Good morrow to your grace.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Good morrow <i>Gonderino</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Justice great Prince.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Why should you beg for justice, I never did you -wrong; What's the offendor?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> A woman.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I know your ancient quarrell against that Sex; but -what hainous crime hath she committed?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> She hath gone abroad.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> What? it cannot be.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> She hath done it.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> How? I never heard of any woman that did so before.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> If she have not laid by that modesty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That should attend a Virgin, and, quite void<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of shame, hath left the house where she was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they should never doe; let me endure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pains that she should suffer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hath she so? Which is the woman?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> This, this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> How! <i>Arrigo?</i> <i>Lucio?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> I then it is a plot, no Prince alive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall force me make my house a Brothell house;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not for the sins, but for the womans sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not have her in my doors so long:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will they make my house as bawdy as their own are?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Is it not <i>Oriana</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> 'Tis.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Sister to Count <i>Valero</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> The very same.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> She that I love?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> She that you love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I do suspect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> So doe I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> This fellow to be but a counterfeit,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> -<span class="i0">One that doth seem to loath all woman-kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hate himself, because he hath some part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of woman in him; seems not to endure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see, or to be seen of any woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only, because he knows it is their nature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wish to tast that which is most forbidden:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with this shew he may the better compass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And with far less suspition) his base ends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> Upon my life 'tis so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> And I doe know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before his slain wife gave him that offence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was the greatest servant to that Sex<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever was: what doth this Lady here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With him alone? why should he rail at her to me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lucio.</i> Because your grace might not suspect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> 'Twas so: I doe love her strangely:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would fain know the truth: counsell me. <span class="directline">[<i>They three whisper.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Count, Lazarello, and his boy.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> It falls out better than we could expect Sir, that -we should find the Duke and my Lord <i>Gondarino</i> together; -both which you desire to be acquainted with.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> 'Twas very happy: Boy, goe down into the kitchen, -and see if you can spy that same; I am now in some hope: -I have me thinks a kind of fever upon me. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Boy.</i></span></p> - -<p>A certain gloominess within me, doubting as it were, betwixt -two passions: there is no young maid upon her wedding night, -when her husband sets first foot in the bed, blushes, and looks -pale again, oftner than I doe now. There is no Poet acquainted -with more shakings and quakings, towards the latter -end of [his] new play, when he's in that case, that he stands -peeping betwixt [the] Curtains, so fearfully that a Bottle of Ale -cannot be opened, but he thinks some body hisses, than I -am at this instant.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Are they in consultation? If they be, either my -young Duke hath gotten some Bastard, and is persuading my -Knight yonder to father the child, and marry the wench, or -else some Cock-pit is to be built.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My Lord! what Nobleman's that?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> His name is <i>Lucio</i>, 'tis he that was made a Lord -at the request of some of his friends for his wives sake: he -affects to be a great States-man, and thinks it consists in -night-caps and jewells, and tooth-picks.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> And what's that other?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> A Knight Sir, that pleaseth the Duke to favour, -and to raise to some extraordinary fortunes, he can make as -good men as himself, every day in the week, and doth—</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> For what was he raised?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Truely Sir, I am not able to say directly, for what; -But for wearing of red breeches as I take it; he's a brave -man, he will spend three Knighthoods at a Supper without -Trumpets.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> My Lord I'll talk with him, for I have a friend, -that would gladly receive the humor.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> If he have the itch of Knighthood upon him, let -him repair to that Physitian, he'll cure him: but I will give -you a note; is your friend fat or lean?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Something fat.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Twill be the worse for him.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> I hope that's not material.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Very much, for there is an impost set upon Knighthoods, -& your friend shall pay a Noble in the pound.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I doe not like examinations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We shall find out the truth more easily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some other way less noted, and that course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should not be us'd, till we be sure to prove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some thing directly, for when they perceive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves suspected, they will then provide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More warily to answer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> Doth she know your Grace doth love her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> She hath never heard it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> Then thus my Lord. <span class="directline">[<i>They whisper again</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> What's he that walks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">alone so sadly with his hands behind him?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> The Lord of the house, he that you desire to be -acquainted with, he doth hate women for the same cause -that I love them.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> What's that?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> For that which Apes want: you perceive me Sir?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> And is he sad? Can he be sad that hath so rich -a gem under his roof, as that which I doe follow. -What young Lady's that?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Which? Have I mine eye-sight perfect, 'tis my -sister: did I say the Duke had a Bastard? What should she -make here with him and his Councell? She hath no papers -in her hand to petition to them, she hath never a husband -in prison, whose release she might sue for: That's a fine -trick for a wench; to get her husband clapt up, that she may -more freely, and with less suspition, visit the private studies -of men in authority. Now I doe discover their consultation, -yon fellow is a Pander without all salvation: But let me -not condemn her too rashly without weighing the matter; -she's a young Lady, she went forth early this morning with -a waiting woman, and a Page, or so: This is no garden -house; in my conscience she went forth with no dishonest -intent: for she did not pretend going to any Sermon in the -further end of the City: Neither went she to see any odd -old Gentlewoman, that mourns for the death of her husband, -or the loss of her friend, and must have young Ladys come -to comfort her: those are the damnable Bawds: 'Twas no -set meeting certainly; for there was no wafer-woman with -her these three days on my knowledge: I'll talk with her; -Good morrow my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Y'are welcome Sir: here's her brother come now -to doe a kind office for his sister; is it not strange?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I am glad to meet you here sister.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> I thank you good brother: and if you doubt of -the cause of my coming I can satisfie you.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> No faith, I dare trust thee, I doe suspect thou -art honest; for it is so rare a thing to be honest amongst -you, that some one man in an age, may perhaps suspect some -two women to be honest, but never believe it verily.</p> - -<p><i>Luci.</i> Let your return be suddain.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> U[n]suspected by them.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> It shall; so shall I best perceive their Love, if there -be any; Farewell.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Let me entreat your grace to stay a little,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To know a gentleman, to whom your self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is much beholding; he hath made the sport<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> -<span class="i0">For your whole Court these eight years, on my knowledge.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> His name?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> <i>Lazarello.</i></p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I heard of him this morning, which is he?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> <i>Lazarello</i>, pluck up thy spirits, thy [Fortuns are] -now raising, the Duke calls for thee, and thou shalt be acquainted -with him.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> He's going away, and I must of necessity stay here upon business.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Tis all one, thou shalt know him first.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Stay a little, if he should offer to take me away with -him, and by that means I should loose that I seek for; but if -he should I will not goe with him.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> <i>Lazarello</i>, the Duke stayes, wilt thou lose this opportunity?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> How must I speak to him?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Twas well thought of: you must not talk to him -as you doe to an ordinary man, honest plain sence, but you -must wind about him: for example, if he should aske you -what a clock it is, you must not say; If it please your grace -'tis nine; but thus; thrice three a clock, so please my Sovereign: -or thus;</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Look how many Muses there doth dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the sweet banks of the learned Well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And just so many stroaks the clock hath struck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so forth; And you must now and then enter into a description.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I hope I shall doe it.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Come: May it please your grace to take note of -a Gentleman, wel seen, deeply read, and throughly grounded -in the hidden knowledge of all sallets and potherbs whatsoever.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I shall desire to know him more inwardly.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I kiss the Oxe-hide of your graces foot.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Very well: will your grace question him a little?</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> How old are you?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Full eight and twenty several Almanacks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been compiled, all for several years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since first I drew this breath, four prentiships<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I most truely served in this world:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eight and twenty times hath <i>Phœbus</i> Car<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Run out his yearly course since.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I understand you Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Luci.</i> How like an ignorant Poet he talks.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> You are eight and twenty year[e] old? what time -of the day doe you hold it to be?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> About the time that mortals whet their knives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On thresholds, on their shooe sol[e]s, and on stairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New bread is grating, and the testy Cook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath much to doe now, now the Tables all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk.</i> 'Tis almost dinner time?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Your grace doth apprehend me very rightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Your grace shall find him in your further conference<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grave, wise, courtly, and scholar like, understandingly read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the necessities of the life of man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knows that man is mortal by his birth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knows that man must dye, and therefore live;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knows that [man] must live, and therefore eat,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>And if it shall please your grace, to accompany your self -with him, I doubt not, but that he will, at the least, make -good my commendations.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk.</i> Attend us <i>Lazarello</i>, we doe want<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men of such Action, as we have received you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reported from your honorable friend.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Good my Lord stand betwixt me and my overthrow, -you know I'm ti'd here, and may not depart, my -gracious Lord, so waightie are the businesses of mine own, -which at this time do call upon me, that I will rather chuse -to die, than to neglect them.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Nay you shall [well] perceive, besides the virtues -that I have alreadie inform'd you of, he hath a stomach which -will stoop to no Prince alive.</p> - -<p><i>Duk.</i> Sir at your best leisure, I shall thirst to see you.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> And I shall hunger for it.</p> - -<p><i>Duk.</i> Till then farewell all.</p> - -<p><i>Gon.</i> <i>Count.</i> Long life attend your Grace.</p> - -<p><i>Duk.</i> I doe not tast this sport, <i>Arrigo, Lucio.</i></p> - -<p><i>Arrigo.</i> <i>Luci.</i> We doe attend. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Duke, Arrigo, Lucio.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> His grace is gone, and hath left his -<i>Hellen</i> with me, I'm no pander for him, neither can I be -won with the hope of gain, or the itching desire of tasting -my Lords lecherie to him, to keep her at (my house) or bring -her in disguise, to his bed Chamber.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The twyns of Adders, and of Scorpions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About my naked brest, will seem to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More tickling than those claspes, which men adore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lustfull, dull, ill spirited embraces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of women; The much praysed <i>Amazones</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowing their own infirmities so well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made of themselves a people, and what men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They take amongst them, they condemne to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perceiving that their folly made them fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live no longer that would willingly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come in the worthless presence of a woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will attend, and see what my young Lord will doe with his sister.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lazarilloes Boy.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> My Lord; The fish head is gone again.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> W[h]ither?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> I know whither my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Keep it from <i>Lazarillo</i>: Sister shall I confer with -you in private, to know the cause of the Dukes coming hither, -I know he makes you acquainted with his business of State.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I'll satisfie you brother, for I see you are jealous of me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Now there shall be some course taken for her conveiance.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> <i>Lazarillo</i>, thou art happy, thy carriage hath begot -love, and that love hath brought forth fruits; thou art here in -the company of a man honorable, that will help thee to tast -of the bounties of the Sea, and when thou hast so done thou -shalt retire thy self unto the court, and there tast of the -delicates of the earth, and be great in the eyes of thy Soveraign: -now no more shalt thou need to scramble for thy meat, nor -remove thy stomach with the Court; But thy credit shall -command thy hearts desire, and all novelties shall be sent as -presents unto thee.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Good Sister, when you see your own time, wil[l] -you return home.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Yes brother, and not before.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> I will grow popular in this State, and overthrow -the fortunes of a number, that live by extortion.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> <i>Lazarello</i>, bestirr thy self nimbly and sodainly, -and hear me with patience [to hear].</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Let me not fall from my self; Speak I'm bound.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear the -fish head is gone, and we know not whither.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> I will not curse, nor swear, nor rage, nor rail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor with contemptuous tongue, accuse my Fate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though I might justly doe it, nor will I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish my self uncreated for this evil:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall I entreat your Lordship to be seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little longer in the company<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a man cross'd by Fortune?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> I hate to leave my friend in his extremities.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> 'Tis noble in you, then I take your hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And doe protest, I doe not follow this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For any malice or for private ends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with a love, as gentle and as chast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As that a brother to his sister bears:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if I see this fish head yet unknown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last words that my dying father spake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before his eye strings brake, shall not of me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So often be remembred, as our meeting:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fortune attend me, as my ends are just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of pure love, and free from servile lust.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Farwell my Lord, I was entreated to invite your -Lordship to a Lady's upsiting.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> O my ears, why Madam, will not you follow your -brother? you are waited for by great men, heel bring you -to him.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I'm very well my Lord, you doe mistake me, if -you think I affect greater company than your self.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> What madness possesseth thee, that thou canst -imagine me a fit man to entertain [Ladies]; I tell thee, I -doe use to tear their hair, to kick them, and [to] twindge their -noses, if they be not carefull in avoiding me.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Your Lordship may discant upon your own behavior -as please you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appeares in -my eye, that I mean not to leave you yet.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>[Go]nd.</i> I shall grow rough.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> A rough carriage is best in a man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll dine with you my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Why I will starve thee, thou shalt have nothing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I have heard of your Lordships nothing, I'll put -that to the venture.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Well thou shalt have meat, I'll send it to thee.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I'll keep no state my Lord, neither doe I mourn, -I'll dine with you.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Is such a thin[g] as this allowed to live?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What power hath let the[e] loose upon the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To plague us for our Sins? Out of my doors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> I would your Lordship did but see how well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This fury doth become you, it doth shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So neer the life, as it were natural.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> O thou damn'd woman, I will flie the vengeance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hangs above thee, follow if thou dar'st. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Gondarino.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> I must not leave this fellow, I will torment him to madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To teach his passions against kind to move,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The more he hates, the more I'll seem to love.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt Oriana and Maid.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Pandar and Mercer a citizen.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, -I wear no[t] this black cloak for nothing.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Perform this, help me to this great heir by learning, -and you shall want no black cloaks; taffaties, silkgrogra[m]s, -sattins and velvets are mine, they shall be yours; perform -what you have promis'd, and you shall make me a lover of -Sciences, I will study the learned languages, and keep my -shop-book in Latine.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Trouble me not now, I will not fail you within -this hour at your shop.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Let Art have her course. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Mercer.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Curtezan.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> 'Tis well spoken, <i>Madona</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mad.</i> Hast thou brought me any customers.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> No.</p> - -<p><i>Ma.</i> What the devil do'st thou in black?</p> - -<p><i>Pa.</i> As all solemn professors of setled courses, doe cover -my knavery with it: will you marry a citizen; Reasonably -rich, and unreasonably foolish, silks in his shop, mony in his -purse, and no wit in his head?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Ma.</i> Out upon him, I could have [bin] otherwise than so, -there was a Knight swore he would have had me, if I would -have lent him but forty shillings to have redeem'd his cloak, to -goe to Church in.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Then your wastcote wayter shall have him, call her in!</p> - -<p><i>Ma.</i> <i>Francessina!</i></p> - -<p><i>Fr.</i> Anon!</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ma.</i> Get you to the Church, and shrive your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you shall be richly marryed anon.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> And get you after her, I will work upon my citizen -whilst he is warm, I must not suffer him to consult with his -neighbours, the openest fools are hardly cousened, if they once -grow jealous. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Gondarino flying the Lady.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> <span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">ave</span> me ye better powers, let me not fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between the lo[o]se embracements of a woman:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven, if my Sins be ripe grown to a head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must attend your vengeance: I beg not to divert my fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or to reprive a while thy punishment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only I crave, and hear me equall heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let not your furious rod, that must afflict me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be that imperfect peece of nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That art makes up, woman, unsatiate woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had we not knowing souls, at first infus'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To teach a difference, 'twixt extremes and goods?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were we not made our selves, free, unconfin'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commanders of our own affections?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can it be, that this most perfect creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This image of his maker, well squar'd man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should leave the handfast, that he had of grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fall into a womans easie armes.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Oriana.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Now <i>Venus</i>, be my speed, inspire me with all the -severall subtil temptations, that thou hast already given, or -hast in store heareafter to bestow upon our Sex: grant that -I may apply that Physick that is most apt to work upon him: -whether he will soonest be mov'd with wantonness, singing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> -dancing; or being passionate, with scorn; or with sad and -serious looks, cunningly mingled with sighs, with smiling, -lisping, kissing the hand, and making short curt'sies, Or with -whatsoever other nimble power, he may be caught, doe thou -infuse into me, and when I have him, I will sacrifice him -up to thee.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> It comes again; New apparitions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tempting spirits: Stand and reveal thy self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell why thou followest me! I fear thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I fear the place thou cam'st from: Hell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> My Lord, I 'm a woman, and such a one—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> That I hate truely, thou hadst better bin a devill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Why my unpatient Lord?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Devils were once good, there they excell'd you wom[e]n.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Can ye be so uneasie, can ye freeze, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a summers heat so ready<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dissolve? nay gentle Lord, turn not away in scorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor hold me less fair than I am: look on these cheeks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have yet enough of nature, true complexion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If to be red and white, a forehead high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An easie melting lip, a speaking eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such a tongue, whose language takes the ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of strict religion, and men most austere:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If these may hope to please, look here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> This woman with entreaty wo'd show all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lady there lies your way, I pray ye farewell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Y'are yet too harsh, too dissonant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's no true musick in your words, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> What shall I give thee to be gone?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Here's ta, and tha wants lodging, take my house, 'tis big -enough, 'tis thine own, 'twill hold five leacherous Lords, and -their lackies without discovery: there's stoves and bathing tubs.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Dear Lord: y'are too wild.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Shalt have a Doctor too, thou shalt, 'bout six and -twentie, 'tis a pleasing age; Or I can help thee to a handsome -Usher: or if thou lack'st a page, I'll give thee one, -preethee keep house, and leave me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> I doe confess I'm too easie, too much woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not coy enough to take affection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I can frown and nip a passion,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the bud: I can say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men please their present heats; Then please to leave us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can hold off, and, by my Chymick power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw Sonnets from the melting lovers brain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ayme's</i>, and <i>Elegies</i>: yet to you my Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Love, my better self, I put these off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doing that office, not befits our sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entreat a man to love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are ye not yet relenting? ha'ye blood and Spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In those veins? ye are no image, though ye be as hard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As marble: sure ye have no liver, if ye had,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twould send a lively and desiring heat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every member; Is not this miserable?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing so truely form'd, shapt out by Symetry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has all the organs that belong to man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And working too, yet to shew all these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like dead motions moving upon wyers?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then good my Lord, leave off what you have been,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freely be what you were first intended for, a man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Thou art a precious peece of slie damnation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will be deaf, I will lock up my ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tempt me not, I will not love; If I doe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> Then I'll hate you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Let me be 'nointed with hony, and turn'd into the Sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be stung to death with horse-flies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear'st thou, thou breeder, here I'll sit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in despight of thee, I will say nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> Let me with your fair patience, sit beside you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Madam, Lady, tempter, tongue, woman, ayr.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look to me, I shall kick; I say again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look to me I shall kick.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I cannot think your better knowledg[e] can use a -woman so uncivilly.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> I cannot think, I shall become a coxcombe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ha'my hair curl'd, by an idle finger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My cheeks turn Tabers, and be plaid upon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine eyes lookt babies in, and my nose blowd to my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say again I shall kick, sure I shall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> 'Tis but your outside that you shew, I know your mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never was guilty of so great a weakness,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Or could the to[n]gues of all men joyn'd together.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Possess me with a thought of your dislike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My weakness were above a womans, to fall off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my affection, for one crack of thunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O wo'd you could love, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I wo'd thou wouldst sit still, and say nothing: what -mad-man let thee lo[o]se to do more mischief than a dousen -whirlwinds, keep thy hands in thy muff, and warm the idle -worms in thy fingers ends: will ye be doing still? will no -entreating serve ye? no lawfull warning? I must remove -and leave your Ladyship; Nay never hope to stay me, for -I will run, from that Smooth, Smiling, Witching, Cousening, -Tempting, Damning face of thine, as far as I can find any -land, where I will put my self into a daily course of Curses -for thee, and all thy Familie.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> Nay good my Lord sit still, I'll promise peace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fold mine Armes up, let but mine eye discourse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or let my voyce, set to some pleasing cord, sound out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sullen strains of my neglected love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Sing till thou crack thy treble-string in peeces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thou hast done, put up thy pipes and walk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doe any thing, sit still and tempt me not.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I had rather sing at doors for bread, than sing to -this fellow, but for hate: if this should be told in the Court, -that I begin to woe Lords, what a troop of the untrust -nobilitie should I have at my lodging to morrow morning.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">SONG.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Come sleep, and with th[y] sweet deceiving,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Lock me in delight a while,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Let some pleasing Dreams beguile</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>All my fancies; That from thence,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>I may feel an influence,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>All my powers of care bereaving.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Though but a shadow, but a sliding,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Let me know some little Joy,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>We that suffer long anoy</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Are contented with a thought</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Through an idle fancie wrought</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>O let my joyes, have some abiding.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Have you done your wassayl? 'tis a handsome -drowsie dittie I'll assure ye, now I had as leave hear a Cat -cry, when her tail is cut off, as hear these lamentations, -these lowsie love-layes, these bewailements: you think you -have caught me Lady, you think I melt now, like a dish -of May butter, and run, all into brine, and passion, yes, -yes, I 'm taken, look how I cross my arms, look pale, and -dwyndle, and wo'd cry, but for spoyling my face; we must -part, nay we'll avoyd all Ceremony, no kissing Lady, I desire -to know your Ladiship no more; death of my soul the Duke!</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> God keep your Lordship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> From thee and all thy sex.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> I'll be the Clark, and crie, <i>Amen</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lordships ever assured enemie <i>Oriana</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit. Oriana, Manet Gondarino.</i></p> - - -<h4><i>Actius Tertius. Scæna Secunda.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke, Arrigo, Lucia.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> All the days good, attend your Lordship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk.</i> We thank you <i>Gondarino</i>, is it possible?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can belief lay hold on such a miracle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see thee, one that hath cloyst'red up all passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn'd wilfull votary, and forsworn converse with women, in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">company and fair discourse, with the best beauty of <i>Millain</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gon.</i> 'Tis true, and if your Grace that hath the sway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the whole State, will suffer this lude sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These women, to pursue us to our homes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to be prayd, no[r] to be rail'd away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they will woe, and dance, and sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in a manner, looser than they are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By nature (which should seem impossible)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To throw their armes, on our unwilling necks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk.</i> No more, I can see through your vissore, dissemble it no more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doe not I know thou hast us'd all Art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To work upon the poor simplicitie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this yong Maid, that yet hath known none ill?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinkest that damnation will fright those that wooe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From oaths, and lies? But yet I think her chast,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And will from thee, before thou shalt apply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stronger temptations, bear her hence with me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> My Lord, I speak not this to gain new grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But howsoever you esteeme my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love and dutie will not suffer me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see you favour such a prostitute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I stand by dumb; Without Rack, Torture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Strappado, I[le] unrip my self:<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>I doe confess I was in company with that pleasing peece of -frailtie, that we call woman; I doe confess after a long and -tedious seige, I yielded.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Forward.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Faith my Lord to come quickly to the point, the -woman you saw with me is a whore; An arrant whore.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Was she not Count <i>Valores</i> Sister?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Yes, that Count <i>Valores</i> Sister is naught.</p> - -<p><i>Duk.</i> Thou dar'st not say so.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Not if it be distasting to your Lordship, but give -me freedome, and I dare maintain, she ha's imbrac'd this -body, and grown to it as close, as the hot youthfull vine to -the elme.</p> - -<p><i>Duk.</i> Twice have I seen her with thee, twice my thoughts -were prompted by mine eye, to hold thy strictness false and -imposterous: Is this your mewing up, your strict retirement, -your bitterness and gaul against that sex? Have I not heard -thee say, thou wouldst sooner meet the <i>Basilisks</i> dead doing -eye, than meet a woman for an object? Look it be true -you tell me, or by our countries Saint your head goes off: -if thou prove a whore, no womans face shall ever move me -more. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt. Manet Gondarino.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> So, so, 'tis as 't should be, are women grown so -mankind? Must they be wooing, I have a plot shall blow -her up, she flyes, she mounts; I'll teach her Ladyship to -dare my fury, I will be known, and fear'd, and more truely -hated of women than an Eunuch.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Oriana.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>She's here again, good gaul be patient, for I must dissemble.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Now my cold, frosty Lord, my woman-Hater, you -that have sworn an everlasting hate to all our sex: by my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> -troth good Lord, and as I'm yet a maid, my thought 'twas -excellent sport to hear your honor swear out an Alphabet, -chafe nobly like a Generall, kick like a resty Jade, and make -ill faces: Did your good Honor think I was in love? where -did I first begin to take that heat? From those two radiant -eyes, that piercing sight? oh they were lovely, if the balls -stood right; and there's a leg made out of a dainty staff. -Where, the Gods be thanked, there is calf enough.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Pardon him Lady, that is now a convert[ite].<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your beauty, like a Saint hath wrought this wonder.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oriana.</i> Alass, ha's it been prick'd at the heart? is the -stomach come down? will it rail no more at women, and -call 'em Divells, she Cats, and Goblins?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> He that shall marry thee, had better spend the -poor remainder of his days in a dung-barge, for two pence -a week, and find him self.</p> - -<p>Down again Spleen, I prethee down again, shall I find favour -Lady? shall at length my true unfeigned penitence get pardon -for my harsh unseasoned follies? I'm no more an Atheist, -no I doe acknowledge, that dread powerfull Deity, and his -all quic'kning heats burn in my breast: oh be not as I was, -hard unrelenting; but as I [am], be partner of my fires.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Sure we [shall] have store of Larks, the Skies will not -hold up long, I should have look'd as soon for Frost in the dog -days, or another Inundation, as hop'd this strange conversion -above miracle: let me look upon your Lordship; is your -name <i>Gondarino</i>? are you <i>Millains</i> Generall, that great Bugbear -bloody-bones, at whose name all women, from the Lady -to the Landress, shake like a cold fit?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Good patience help me, this Fever will inrage my -blood again: Madam I'm that man; I'm even he that once -did owe unreconcil'd hate to you, and all that bear the name -of woman: I'm the man that wrong'd your Honor to the -Duke: [I am hee] that said you were unchast, and prostitute, -yet I'm he that dare deny all this.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Your big Nobility is very merry.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Lady 'tis true that I have wrong'd you thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my contritio[n] is as true as that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet have I found a means to make all good again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I doe beseech your beautie, not for my self,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> -<span class="i0">My merits are yet in conception,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for your honors safety and my zeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retire a while, while I unsay my self unto the Duke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cast out that [evill] Spirit I have possest him with,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a house conveniently private.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> Lord, thou hast wrong'd my innocence, but thy -confession hath gain'd thee faith.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> By the true honest service, that I owe th[o]se eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My meaning is as spotless as my faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> The Duke doubt mine honor? a may judge [strangely,]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill not be long, before I'll be enlarg'd again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> A day or two.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Mine own servants shall attend me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Your Ladyships command is good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Look you be true. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Oriana.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Else let me lose the hopes my soul aspires to: I will -be a scourge to all females in my life, and after my death, -the name of <i>Gondarino</i> shall be terrible to the mighty women -of the earth; They shall shake at my name, and at the sound -of it, their knees shall knock together; And they shall run into -Nunneries, for they and I are beyond all hope irreconcilable: -for if I could endure an ear with a hole in't, or a pleated lock, -or a bare headed Coachman, that sits like a sign where great -Lad[ie]s are to be sold within; agreement betwixt us, were not -to be dispaired of; if I could be but brought to endure to see -women, I would have them come all once a week, and kiss me, -[where] Witches doe the devill, in token of homage: I must not -live here; I will to the Court, and there pursue my plot; when -it hath took, women shall stand in awe, but of my look. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - - -<h4><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Tertia.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Intelligencers, discovering treason in the -Courtiers words.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1 Intel.</i> There take your standing, be close and vigilant, -here will I set my self, and let him look to his -language, a shall know the Duke has more ears in Court than -two.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> I'll quote him to a tittle, let him speak wisely, and -plainly, and as hidden as a can, or I shall crush him, a shall not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> -scape charracters, though a speak Babel, I shall crush him: -we have a Fortune by this service hanging over us, that within -this year or two, I hope we shall be called to be examiners, wear -politick gowns garded with copper lace, making great faces full -of fear and office, our labors may deserve this.</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> I hope it shall: why has not many men been raised -from this worming trade, first to gain good access to great -men, then to have commissions out for search, and lastly, to -be worthily nam'd at a great Arraignment: yes, and why -not we? They that endeavor well deserve their Fee. -Close, close, a comes: mark well, and all goes well.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Count, Lazarello, and his Boy.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Farewell my hopes, my Anchor now is broken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell my <i>quondam</i> joys, of which no token<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is now remaining, such is the sad mischance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Lady Fortune leads the slipp'ry dance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet at the length, let me this favour have,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me my wishes, or a wished grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> The gods defend so brave and valiant maw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should slip into the never satiate jaw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of black Despair; no, thou shalt live and know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy full desires, hunger thy ancient foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be subdued; those guts that daily tumble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through ayr and appetite, shall cease to rumble:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou shalt now at length obtain thy dish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That noble part, the sweet head of a fish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Then am I greater than the Duke.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> There, there's a notable peece of treason, greater -than the Duke, mark that.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> But how, or where, or when this shall be compas'd, -is yet out of my reach.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> I am so truely miserable, that might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I be now knockt oth' head, with all my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would forgive a dog-killer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Yet doe I see through this confusedness some little com[f]ort.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> The plot my Lord, as er'e you came of a woman, discover.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Int.</i> Plots, dangerous plots, I will deserve by this most liberally.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> 'Tis from my head again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> O that it would stand me, that I might fight, or have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">some venture for it, that I might be turn'd loose, to try my<br /></span> -<span class="i0">fortune amongst the whole frie in a Colledge, or an Inn of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Court; or scramble with the prisoners in the dungeon; nay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">were it set down in the [owter] court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the Guard about it in a ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their knives drawn, which were a dismall sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after twenty leisurely were told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I to be let loose only in my shirt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trie the valour, how much of the spoyl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would recover from the enemies mouths:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[I would accept the challenge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Let it go: hast not thou beene held<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have some wit in the Court, and to make fine jests]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon country people in progress time, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt thou lose this opinion, for the cold head of a Fish?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say, let it goe: I'll help thee to as good a dish of meat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> God let me not live, if I doe not wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men should talk so profanely:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it is not in the power of loose words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of any vain or misbeleeving man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me dare to wrong thy purity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shew me but any Lady in the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hath so full an eye, so sweet a breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soft and white a flesh: this doth not lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In almond gloves, nor ever hath bin washt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In artificiall baths: no traveller<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hath brought doctor home with him, hath dar'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all his waters, powders, Fucusses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make thy lovely corps sophisticate.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I have it, 'tis now infus'd, be comforted.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Can there be that little hope yet left in nature? shall -I once more erect up Trophies? Shall I enjoy the sight of -my dear Saint, and bless my pallate with the best of creatures, -ah good my Lord, by whom I breathe again, shall I -receive this Being?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir I have found by certain calculation, and setled -revolution of the stars, the Fish is sent by the Lord <i>Gondarino</i> -to his Mercer, now 'tis a growing hope to know where 'tis.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> O 'tis far above the good of women, the <i>Pathick</i> -cannot yield more pleasing titilation.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> But how to compass it, search, cast about, and -bang your brai[n]s, <i>Lazarello</i>, thou art too dull and heavy to -deserve a blessing.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My Lord, I will not be idle; now <i>Lazarello</i>, think, -think, think.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Yonder's my informer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his fellow with table books, they nod at me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my life, they have poor <i>Lazarello</i>, that beats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His brains about no such waighty matter, in for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Treason before this—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> My Lord, what doe you think, if I should shave my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put on midwives apparell, come in with a hand-kercher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beg a piece for a great bellied woman, or a sick child?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Good, very good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Or corrupt the waiting prentise to betray the reversion.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1 Inte.</i> There's another point in's plot, [corrupt] with -money; to betray: sure 'tis some Fort a means: mark, have -a care.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> And 'twere the bare vinegar 'tis eaten with, it would -in some sort satisfie nature: but might I once attain the dish -it self, though I cut out my means through sword[s] and fire, -through poison, through any thing that may make good my -hopes.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Thanks to the gods, and our officiousness, the -plots discover'd, fire, steel, and poison, burn the Palace, kill -the Duke and poison his privie Councell.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> To the mercers, let me see: how, if before we -can attain the means, to make up our acquaintance, the fish -be eaten?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> If it be eaten, here he stands, that is the most dejected, -most unfortunate, miserable, accursed, forsaken slave -this Province yields: I will not sure outlive it, no I will -dye bravely, and like a Roman; and after death, amidst the -Elizian shades, I'll meet my love again.</p> - -<p><i>1 In.</i> I will dye bravely, like a Roman: have a care, -mark that, when he hath done all, he will kill himself.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Will nothing ease your appetite but this?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> No could the Sea throw up his vastness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And offer free his best inhabitants: 'twere not so much as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">a bare temptation to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> If you could be drawn to affect Beef, Venison,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">or Fowl, 'twould be far the better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> I doe beseech your Lordships patience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I doe confess that in this heat of blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have contemn'd all dull and grosser meats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I protest I doe honor a Chine of Beef,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I doe reverence a loyn of Veal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But good my Lord, give me leave a little to adore this:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my good Lord, would your Lordship, under color of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">taking up some silks, goe to the Mercers, I would in all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">humilitie attend your honor, where we may be invited, if<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fortune stand propitious.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir you shall work me as you please.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Let it be suddenly, I doe beseech your Lordship, -'tis now upon the point of dinner time.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I am all yours. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Lazarello and Count.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>1 In.</i> Come let us confer, -Imprimis he saith, like a blasphemous villain, he's greater than -the Duke, this peppers him, and there were nothing else.</p> - -<p><i>2 In.</i> Then he was naming plots; did you not hear?</p> - -<p><i>1 In.</i> Yes but he fell from that unto discovery, to corrupt -by money, and so attain.</p> - -<p><i>2 In.</i> I, I, he meant some Fort, or Cyttadell the Duke -hath, his very face betraid his meaning, O he is [a] very subtile -and a dangerous knave, but if he deal a Gods name, we shall -worm him.</p> - -<p><i>1 In.</i> But now comes the Stroak, the fatall blow, Fire, -Sword and Poyson, O Canibal, thou bloody Canibal.</p> - -<p><i>2 In.</i> What had become of this poor state, had [not we] been?</p> - -<p><i>1 In.</i> Faith it had lyen buried in his own ashes; had -not a greater hand been in't.</p> - -<p><i>2 In.</i> But note the rascalls resolution, after th'acts done, -because he wo'd avoid all fear of torture, and cousen the Law, -he wo'd kill himself; was there ever the like danger brought -to light in this age? sure we shall merit much, we shall be -able to keep two men a peece, and a two handsword be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>tween -us, we will live in favour of the State, betray our -ten or twelve treasons a week, and the people shall fear us: -come, to the Lord <i>Lucio</i>, the Sun shall not goe down till -he be hang'd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - - -<h4><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Quarta.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Mercer.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Look to my shop, and if there come ever a Scholar -in black, let him speak with me; we that are shopkeepers -in good trade, are so pester'd, that we can scarce -pick out an hour for our mornings meditation: and howsoever -we are all accounted dull, and common jesting stocks -for your gallants; There are some of us doe not deserve it: -for, for my own part, I doe begin to be given to my book, -I love a scholar with my heart, for questionless there are -merveilous things to be done by Art: why Sir, some of them -will tell you what is become of horses, and silver spoons, -and will make wenches dance naked to their beds: I am yet -unmarried, and because some of our neighbours are said to -be Cuckolds, I will never [marrie] without the consent of -some of these scholars, that know what will come of it.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Pander.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Are you busie Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Never to you Sir, nor to any of your coat. -Sir is there any thing to be done by Art, concerning the -great heir we talk'd on?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Will she, nill she: she shall come running into my -house at the farther corner, in Sa. Marks street, betwixt -three and four.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Betwixt three and four? she's brave in cloaths, is she not?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> O rich! rich! where should I get cloaths to dress -her in? Help me invention: Sir, that her running through the -street may be less noted, my Art more shown, and your fear -to speak with her less, she shall come in a white wastcoat, -And—</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> What shall she?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> And perhaps torn stockings, she hath left her old wont else.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Prentice.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pren.</i> Sir my Lord <i>Gond.</i> hath sent you a rare fish head.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> It comes right, all things sute right with me since -I began to love scholars, you shall have it home with you -against she come: carrie it to this Gentleman's house.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> The fair white house at the farther corner at S. -Marks street, make haste, I must leave you too Sir, I have -two hours to study; buy a new Accedence, and ply your book, -and you shall want nothing that all the scholars in the Town -can doe for you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Pander.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Heaven prosper both our studies, what a dull slave -was I before I fell in love with this learning! not worthy -to tread upon the earth, & what fresh hopes it hath put in -to me! I doe hope within this twelve-month to be able by -Art to serve the Court with silks, and not undoe my self; -to trust Knights, and yet get in my money again; to keep -my wife brave, and yet she keep no body else so.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Count, and Lazarello.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Your Lordship is most honourably welcome in regard of your -Nobility; but most especialy in regard of your scholarship: -did your Lordship come openly?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir this cloak keeps me private, besides no man will -suspect me to be in the company of this Gentleman, with -whom, I will desire you to be acquainted, he may prove a -good customer to you.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> For plain silks and velvets.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Are you scholasticall?</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Something addicted to the Muses.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I hope they will not dispute.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> You have no skill in the black Art.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Prentice.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pren.</i> Sir yonder's a Gentleman enquires hastily for Count <i>Valore</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> For me? what is he?</p> - -<p><i>Pren.</i> One of your followers my Lord I think.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Let him come in.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Shall I talk with you in private Sir?</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Messenger with a Letter to the Count, he reads.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Count, <i>come to the Court your business calls you thither</i>, -I will goe, farewell Sir, I will see your silks some other time: -Farewell <i>Lazarillo</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Will not your Lordship take a piece of Beef with me?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir I have greater business than eating; I will leave -this Gentleman with you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Count. & Mes.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> No, no, no, no: now doe I feel that strain'd strugling -within me, that I think I could prophesie.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> The Gentleman is meditating.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Hunger, valour, love, ambition are alike pleasing, -and let our Philosophers say what they will, are one kind -of heat, only hunger is the safest: ambition is apt to fall; -love and valour are not free from dangers; only hunger, -begotten of some old limber Courtier, in pan'de hose, and -nurs'd by an Attourneys wife; now so thriven, that he need -not fear to be of the great Turks guard: is so free from all -quarrels and dangers, so full of hopes, joyes, and ticklings, -that my life is not so dear to me as his acquaintance.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lazarello's boy.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Sir the Fish head is gone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laza.</i> Then be thou henceforth dumb, with thy ill-boding voice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell <i>Millain</i>, farewell Noble Duke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell my fellow Courtiers all, with whom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have of yore made many a scrambling meal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In corners, behind Arasses, on stairs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the action oftentimes have spoil'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Doublets and our Hose with liquid stuff:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell you lusty Archers of the Guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom I now doe give the bucklers up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never more with any of your coat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will eat for wagers, now you happy be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When this shall light upon you, think on me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You sewers, carvers, ushers of the court<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Sirnamed gentle for your fair demean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here I doe take of you my last farewell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May you stand stifly in your proper places, and execute your offices aright.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell you Maidens, with your mother eke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell you courtly Chaplains that be there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All good attend you, may you never more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marry your Patrons Ladys wayting-woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But may you raised be by this my fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May <i>Lazarillo</i> suffer for you all.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Merc.</i> Sir I was hearkning to you.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I will hear nothing, I will break my knife, the Ensign -of my former happy state, knock out my teeth, have them -hung at a Barbers, and enter into Religion.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Why Sir, I think I know whither it is gone.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> See the rashness of man in his nature, whither? -I do unsay all that I have said, go on, go on: Boy, I humble -my self and follow thee; Farewell Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Not so Sir, you shall take a piece of Beef with me.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I cannot stay.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> By my fay but you shall Sir, in regard of your -love to learning, and your [s]kill in the black Art.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I do hate learning, and I have no skill in [the] black Art, I would I had.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Why your desire is sufficient to me, you shall stay.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> The most horrible and detested curses that can be -imagined, light upon all the professors of that Art; may -they be drunk, and when they goe to conjure, and reel in -the Circle, may the spirits by them rais'd, tear 'em in pieces, -and hang their quarters on old broken walls and Steeple tops.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> This speech of yours, shews you to have some skill -in the Science, wherefore in civilitie, I may not suffer you -to depart empty.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My stomach is up, I cannot endure it, I will fight -in this quarrell as soon as for my Prince.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"> <i>Draws his Rapier.</i> <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Omnes.</i></span> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Room, make way:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hunger commands, my valour must obey.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><a name="Actus_iiii_Scaena_Prima" id="Actus_iiii_Scaena_Prima"><i>Actus</i> [iiii]. <i>Scæna Prima.</i></a></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Count and Arrigo.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> <span class="fauxcap">I</span><span class="smcap">s</span> the Duke private?</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> He is alone, but I think your Lordship may enter.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit Count.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Gondarino.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Who's with the Duke?</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> The Count is new gone in; but the Duke will come -forth, before you can be weary of waiting.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I will attend him here.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> I must wait without the door. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Arrigo.</span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Doth he hope to clear his Sister? she will come -no more to my house, to laugh at me: I have sent her to -a habitation, where when she shall be seen, it will set a -gloss upon her name; yet upon my soul I have bestow'd her -amongst the purest hearted creatures of her sex, and the freest -from dissimulation; for their deeds are all alike, only they dare -speak, what the rest think: the women of this age, if there be -any degrees of comparison amongst their sex, are worse than -those of former times; for I have read of women, of that truth, -spirit, and constancy, that were they now living, I should -endure to see them: but I fear the writers of the time belied -them, for how familiar a thing is it with the Poets of our -age, to extoll their whores, which they call Mistresses, with -heavenly praises! but I thank their furies, and their craz'd -brains, beyond belief: nay, how many that would fain seem -serious, have dedicated grave Works to Ladies, toothless, hollow-ey'd, -their hair shedding, purple fac'd, their nails apparently -coming off; and the bridges of their noses broken down, -and have call'd them the choice handy works of nature, the -patterns of perfection, and the wonderment of Women. Our -Women begin to swarm like Bees [in] Summer: as I came -hither, there was no pair of stairs, no entry, no lobby, but was -pestred with them: methinks there might be some course taken -to destroy them.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Arrigo, <i>and an old deaf countrey Gentlewoman -suitor to the Duke</i>.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Arri.</i> I do accept your money, walk here, and when the -Duke comes out, you shall have fit opportunity to deliver your -petition to him.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I thank you heartily, I pray you who's he that -walks there?</p> - -<p><i>Ar.</i> A Lord, and a Soldier, one in good favour with the -Duke; if you could get him to deliver your Petition—</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> What do you say, Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Ar.</i> If you could get him to deliver your petition for you, -or to second you, 'twere sure.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I hope I shall live to requite your kindness.</p> - -<p><i>Ar.</i> You have already. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Arri.</span></p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> May it please your Lordship—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> No, no.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> To consider the estate—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> No.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Of a poor oppressed countrey Gentlewoman.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> No, it doth not please my Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> First and formost, I have had great injury, then -I have been brought up to the Town three times.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> A pox on him, that brought thee to the Town.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I thank your good Lordship heartily; though I -cannot hear well, I know it grieves you; and here we have -been delaid, and sent down again, and fetch'd up again, and -sent down again, to my great charge: and now at last they -have fetch'd me up, and five of my daughters—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Enough to damn five worlds.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Handsome young women, though I say it, they -are all without, if it please your Lordship I'll call them in.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Five Women! how many of my sences should I -have left me then? call in five Devils first.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>No, I will rather walk with thee alone,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And hear thy tedious tale of injury,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And give thee answers; whisper in thine ear,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And make thee understand through thy French hood:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And all this with tame patience.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I see your Lordship does believe, that they are -without, and I perceive you are much mov'd at our injury: -here's a paper will tell you more.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Away.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> It may be you had rather hear me tell it <i>viva -voce</i>, as they say.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Oh no, no, no, no, I have heard it before.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Then you have heard of enough injury, for a -poor Gentlewoman to receive.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Never, never, but that it troubles my conscience, -to wish any good to these women; I could afford them to be -valiant, and able, that it might be no disgrace for a Soldier to -beat them.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I hope your Lordship will deliver my petition to -his grace, and you may tell him withal—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> What? I will deliver any thing against my self, to -be rid on thee.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> That yesterday about three a clock in the after -noon, I met my adversary.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Give me thy paper, he can abide no long tales.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> 'Tis very short my Lord, and I demanding of -him—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> How?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I'll tell him that shall serve thy turn, begone: man -never doth remember how great his offences are, till he do -meet with one of you, that plagues him for them: why should -Women [only] above all other creatures that were created for -the benefit of man, have the use of speech? or why should any -deed of theirs, done by their fleshly appetites, be disgraceful -to their owners? nay, why should not an act done by any -beast I keep, against my consent, disparage me as much as -that of theirs?</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Here's some few Angels for your Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Again? yet more torments?</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Indeed you shall have them.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Keep off.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> A small gratuity for your kindness.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Hold away.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Why then I thank your Lordship, I'll gather<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> -them up again, and I'll be sworn, it is the first money that -was refus'd since I came to the Court.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> What can she devise to say more?</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Truly I would have willingly parted with them -to your Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I believe it, I believe it.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> But since it is thus—</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> More yet.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> I will attend without, and expect an answer.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Do, begone, and thou shalt expect, and have any -thing, thou shalt have thy answer from him; and he were best -to give thee a good one at first, for thy deaf importunity, will -conquer him too, in the end.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> God bless your Lordship, and all tha[t] favour a -poor distressed countrey Gentlewoman. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Gentlew.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> All the diseases of man light upon them that doe, -and upon me when I do. A week of such days, would either -make me stark mad or tame me: yonder other woman that I -have sure enough, shall answer for thy sins: dare they incense -me still, I will make them fear as much to be ignorant of me -and my moods, as men are to be ignorant of the law they live -under. Who's there? My bloud grew cold, I began to fear -my Suiters return; 'tis the Duke.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Duke and the Count.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> I know her chaste, though she be young and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And is not of that forc'd behaviour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That many others are, and that this Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the boundless malice to the sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath thrown this scandal on her.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Fortune befriended me against my Will, with this -good old countrey gentlewoman; I beseech your grace, to -view favourably the petition of a wronged Gentlewoman.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> What <i>Gondarino</i>, are you become a petitioner for -your enemies?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> My Lord, they are no enemies of mine, I confess, -the better to [cover] my deeds, which sometimes were loose -enough, I pretended it, as it is wisdom, to keep close our -incontinence, but since you have discover'd me, I will no more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> -put on that vizard, but will as freely open all my thoughts to -you, as to my Confessor.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> What say you to this?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> He that confesses he did once dissemble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll never trust his words: can you imagine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Maid, whose beauty could not suffer her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live thus long untempted, by the noblest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richest, and cunningst Masters in that Art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet hath ever held a fair repute;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could in one morning, and by him be brought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To forget all her virtue, and turn whore?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> I would I had some other talk in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than to accuse a Sister to her Brother:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor do I mean it for a publick scandal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless by urging me you make it so.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I will read this at better leisure: [<i>Gondarino</i>, where -is the Lady?]</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> At his house.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> No, she is departed thence.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Whither?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Urge it not thus, or let me be excus'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If what I speak betray her chastity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both increase my sorrow, and your own?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Fear me not so, if she deserve the fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which she hath gotten, I would have it publisht,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brand her my self, and whip her through the City:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish those of my bloud that doe offend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be more strictly punish[t], than my foes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let it be prov'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Gondarino</i>, thou shalt prove it, or suffer worse than<br /></span> -<span class="i0">she should do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Then pardon me, if I betray the faults<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of one, I love more dearly than my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since opening hers, I shall betray mine own:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I will bring you where she now intends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to be virtuous: pride and wantonness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are true friends indeed, though not in shew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have entr'd on her heart, there she doth bathe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sleek her hair, and practise cunning looks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To entertain me with; and hath her thoughts<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> -<span class="i0">As full of lust, as ever you did think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Them full of modesty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Gondarino</i>, lead on, we'll follow thee. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Secunda.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Pandar. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Here hope I to meet my Citizen, and [here] hopes he -to meet his [Scholar]; I am sure I am grave enough, -to his eyes, and knave enough to deceive him: I am believ'd -to conjure, raise storms, and devils, by whose power I can do -wonders; let him believe so still, belief hurts no man; I have -an honest black cloak, for my knavery, and a general pardon -for his foolery, from this present day, till the day of his -breaking. Is't not a misery, and the greatest of our age, to -see a handsome, young, fair enough, and well mounted wench, -humble her self, in an old stammel petticoat, standing possest -of no more fringe, than the street can allow her: her upper -parts so poor and wanting, that ye may see her bones through -her bodies: shooes she would have, if [her] Captain were come -over, and is content the while to devote her self to antient -slippers. These premisses well considered, Gentlemen, will -move, they make me melt I promise ye, they stirr me much: -and wer't not for my smooth, soft, silken Citizen, I would -quit this transitory Trade, get me an everlasting Robe, sear -up my conscience, and turn Serjeant. But here he comes, is -mine as good as prize: Sir <i>Pandarus</i> be my speed, ye are most -fitly met Sir.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Mercer.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> And you as well encount'red, what of this heir? -hath your Books been propitious?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Sir, 'tis done, she's come, she's in my house, make -your self apt for Courtship, stroke up your stockings, loose not -an inch of your legs goodness; I am sure ye wear socks.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> There your Books fail ye Sir, in truth I wear no -socks.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> I would you had, Sir, it were the sweeter grace for -your legs; get on your Gloves, are they perfum'd?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> A pretty wash I'll assure you.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> 'Twill serve: your offers must be full of bounty, -Velvets to furnish a Gown, Silks for Peticoats and Foreparts, -Shag for lining; forget not some pretty Jewel to fasten, after -some little compliment: if she deny this courtesie, double your -bounties, be not wanting in abundance, fulness of gifts, link'd -with a pleasing tongue, will win an Anchorite. Sir, ye are my -friend, and friend to all that professes good Letters; I must not -use this office else, it fits not for a Scholar, and a Gentleman: -those stockin[g]s are of <i>Naples</i>, they are silk?</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Ye are again beside your Text, Sir, they're of the -best of Wooll, and [they cleeped] Jersey.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Sure they are very dear.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Nine shillings, by my love to learning.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Pardon my judgement, we Scholars use no other -objects, but our Books.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> There is one thing entomb'd in that grave breast, -that makes me equally admire it with your Scholarship.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Sir; but that in modesty I am bound not to affect -mine own commendation, I would enquire it of you.</p> - -<p><i>Merc.</i> Sure you are very honest; and yet ye have a kind -of modest fear to shew it: do not deny it, that face of yours -is a worthy, learned modest face.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Sir, I can blush.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Virtue and grace are always pair'd together: but I -will leave to stirr your bloud Sir, and now to our business.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Forget not my instructions.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> I apprehend ye Sir, I will gather my self together -with my best phrases, and so I shall discourse in some sort -takingly.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> This was well worded Sir, and like a Scholar.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> The Muses favour me as my intents are virtuous;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, ye shall be my Tutor, 'tis never too late Sir, to love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learning.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I can once speak true Latine—<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> What do you intend Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Marry I will then begger all your bawdy Writers, -and undertake, at the peril of my own invention, all Pageants, -Poesies for Chimneys, Speeches for the Dukes entertainment, -whensoever and whatsoever; nay I will build, at mine own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> -charge, an Hospital, to which shall retire all diseased opinions, -all broken Poets, all Prose-men that are fall'n from small -sence, to meer Letters; and it shall be lawful for a Lawyer, -if he be a civil man, though he have undone others and himself -by the language, to retire to this poor life, and learn to -be honest.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Sir, ye are very good, and very charitable: ye are -a true pattern for the City Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Merc.</i> Sir, I doe know sufficiently, their Shop-books cannot -save them, there is a farther end—</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Oh Sir, much may be done by manuscript.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> I do confess it Sir, provided still they be Canonical, -and [have] some worthy hands set to 'um for probation: but -we forget our selves.</p> - -<p><i>Pand.</i> Sir, enter when you please, and all good language -tip your tongue.</p> - -<p><i>Merc.</i> All that love Learning pray for my good success.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit Mercer.</i></p> - - -<h4><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Tertia.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello <i>and his Boy</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> [Boy, whereabouts] are we?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Sir, by all tokens this is the house, -bawdy I am sure, [by] the broken windows, the Fish head is -within; if ye dare venture, here you may surprize it.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> The misery of man may fitly be compar'd to a Didapper, -who when she is under water, past our sight, and -indeed can seem no more to us, rises again; shakes but her -self, and is the same she was, so is it still with transitory man, -this day: oh but an hour since, and I was mighty, mighty in -knowledge, mighty in my hopes, mighty in blessed means, -and was so truly happy, that I durst have said, live <i>Lazarello</i>, -and be satisfied: but now—</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Sir, ye are yet afloat, and may recover, be not your -own wreck, here lies the harbor, goe in and ride at ease.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Boy, I am receiv'd to be a Gentleman, a Courtier, -and a man of action, modest, and wise, and be it spoken with -thy reverence, Child, abounding virtuous; and wouldst thou<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> -have a man of these choise habits, covet the cover of a bawdy-house? -yet if I goe not in, I am but—</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> But what Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Dust boy, but dust, and my soul unsatisfied shall -haunt the keepers of my blessed Saint, and I will appear.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> An ass to all men; Sir, these are no means to stay -your appetite, you must resolve to enter.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Were not the house subject to Martial Law—</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> If that be all, Sir, ye may enter, for ye can know -nothing here that the Court is ignorant of, only the more -eyes shall look upon you, for there they wink one at anothers -faults.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> If I doe not.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Then ye must beat fairly back again, fall to your -physical mess of porridge, and the twice sack'd carkass of -a Capon: Fortune may favour you so much, to send the -bread to it: but it's a mee[re] venture, and money may be put -out upon it.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I will go in and live; pretend some love to the Gentlewoman, -screw my self in affection, and so be satisfied.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> This Fly is caught, is mash'd already, I will suck -him, and lay him by.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Muffle your self in your cloak by any means, 'tis -a receiv'd thing among gallants, to walk to their leachery, -as though they had the rheum, 'twas well you brought not -your horse.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Why Boy?</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Faith Sir, 'tis the fashion of our Gentry, to have -their horses wait at door like men, while the beasts their -Masters, are within at rack and manger, 'twould have discover'd -much.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I will lay by these habits, forms, and grave respects -of what I am, and be my self; only my appetite, my fire, my -soul, my being, my dear appetite shall go along with me, -arm'd with whose strength, I fearless will attempt the greatest -danger dare oppose my fury: I am resolv'd where ever that -thou art, most sacred dish, hid from unhallow'd eyes, to find -thee out.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Be'st thou in Hell, rap't by <i>Proserpina</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a rival in black <i>Pluto's</i> love;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Or mov'st thou in the heavens, a form Divine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lashing the lazie Sphear[s],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if thou be'st return'd to thy first Being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mother Sea, the[re] will I seek thee forth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earth, Air, nor Fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the black shades below shall bar my sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So daring is my powerful appetite.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Sir, you may save this long voyage, and take a shorter -cut: you have forgot your self, the fish head's here, your own -imaginations have made you mad.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Term it a jealous fury, good my boy.</p> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> Faith Sir term it what you will, you must use other -terms [ere] you can get it.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> The looks of my sweet love are fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh and feeding as the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Sir, you forget your self.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Was never seen so rare a head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of any Fish alive or dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Good Sir remember: this is the house, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Cursed be he that dare not venture.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> Pity your self, Sir, and leave this fury.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> For such a prize, and so I enter.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit</i> Lazarello <i>and Boy</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pan.</i> Dun's i'th' mire, get out again how he can:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honest gallant, I'll shew you one trick more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than e'er the fool your father dream'd of yet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Madona Julia</i>?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Madona Julia, <i>a Whore</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Julia.</i> What news my sweet rogue, my dear sins-broker, -what? good news?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pan.</i> There is a kind of ignorant thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much like a Courtier, now gone in.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Is he gallant?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> He shines not very gloriously, nor does he wear one -skin perfum'd to keep the other sweet; his coat is not in <i>Or</i>, -nor does the world run yet on wheels with him; he's rich -enough, and has a small thing follows him, like to a boat -tyed to a tall ships tail: give him entertainment, be light, -and flashing like a Meteor, hug him about the neck, give him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> -a kiss, and lisping cry, good Sir; and he's thine own, as fast as -he were tied to thine arms by Indenture[s].</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> I dare doe more than this, if he be o'th' true Court -cut; I'll take him out a lesson worth the Learning: but we -are but their Apes; what's he worth?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Be he rich, or poor; if he will take thee with him, -thou maist use thy trade [free] from Constables, and Marshals: -who hath been here since I went out?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> There is a Gentlewoman sent hither by a Lord, she's -a piece of dainty stuff my rogue, smooth and soft, as new Sattin; -she was never gumm'd yet boy, nor fretted.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Where lies she?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> She lies above, towards the street, not to be spoke -with, but by [the] Lord that sent her, or some from him, we -have in charge from his servants.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Peace, he comes out again upon discovery; up with -all your Canvas, hale him in; and when thou hast done, clap -him aboard bravely, my valiant Pinnace.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Begone, I shall doe reason with him.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Are you the special beauty of this house?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Sir, you have given it a more special regard by your -good language, than these black brows can merit.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Lady, you are fair.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Fair Sir? I thank ye; all the poor means I have left -to be thought grateful, is but a kiss, and ye shall have it Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Ye have a very moving lip.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Prove it again Sir, it may be your sense was set too -high, and so over-wrought it self.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> 'Tis still the same: how far may ye hold the time to -be spent Lady?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Four a clock, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I have not eat to day.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> You will have the better stomach to your supper; -in the mean time I'll feed you with delight.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> 'Tis not so good upon an empty stomach: if it -might be without the trouble of your house, I would eat?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Sir, we can have a Capon ready.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> The day?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> 'Tis Friday, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I do eat little flesh upon these days.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Come sweet, ye shall not think on meat; I'll drown -it with a better appetite.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I feel it work more strangely, I must eat.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> 'Tis now too late to send; I say ye shall not think -on meat: if ye do, by this kiss I'll be angry.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I could be far more sprightful, had I eaten, and -more lasting.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> What will you have Sir? name but the Fish, my -Maid shall bring it, if it may be got.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Methinks your house should not be so unfurnish'd, -as not to have some pretty modicum.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> It is [so] now: but you'd ye stay till supper?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Sure I have offended highly, and much, and my -[infl]ictions makes it manifest, I will retire henceforth, and -keep my chamber, live privately, and dye forgotten.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Sir, I must crave your pardon, I had forgot my -self; I have a dish of meat within, and it is fish; I think this -Dukedom holds not a daintier: 'tis an <i>Umbranoes</i> head.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> [Lady, this] kiss is yours, and this.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Hoe! within there! cover the board, and set the -Fish head on it.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Now am I so truly happy, so much above all fate and -fortune, that I should despise that man, durst say, remember -<i>Lazarello</i>, thou art mortal.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Intelligencers with a Guard.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> This is the villain, lay [hands] on him.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Gentlemen, why am I thus intreated? what is the -nature of my crime?</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Sir, though you have carried it a great while privately, -and (as you think) well; yet we have seen you Sir, and -we do know thee <i>Lazarello</i>, for a Traitor.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> The gods defend our Duke.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Amen, Sir, Sir, this cannot save that stiff neck from -the halter.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Gentlemen, I am glad you have discover'd him, he -should not have eaten under my roof for twenty pounds; and -surely I did not like him, when he call'd for Fish.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> -<i>Laz.</i> My friends, will ye let me have that little favour—</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> Sir, ye shall have Law, and nothing else.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> To let me stay the eating of a bit or two, for I -protest I am yet fasting.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> I'll have no Traitor come within my house.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Now could I wish my self I had been a Traitor, I -have strength enough for to endure it, had I but patience: -Man thou art but grass, thou art a bubble, and thou must perish.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then lead along, I am prepar'd for all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I have lost my hopes, welcome my fall.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Away Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> As thou hast hope of man, stay but this dish this -two hours, I doubt not but I shall be discharged: by this -light I will marry thee.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> You shall marry me first then.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I do contract my self unto thee now, before these -Gentlemen.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> I'll preserve it till you be hang'd or quitted.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Thanks, thanks.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Away, away, you shall thank her at the gallows.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Adieu, adieu. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt</i> Laz. <i>2 Int. and Guard.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> If he live I'll have him, if he be hang'd, there's no -loss in it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Oriana <i>and her waiting woman, looking out at a window</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Hast thou provided one to bear my Letter to my -brother?</p> - -<p><i>Wait.</i> I have enquir'd, but they of the house will suffer -no Letter nor message to be carried from you, but such as -the Lord <i>Gondarino</i> shall be acquainted with: truly Madam -I suspect the house to be no better than it should be.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> What dost thou doubt?</p> - -<p><i>Wait.</i> Faith I am loth to tell it, Madam.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> Out with it, 'tis not true modesty to fear to speak -that thou dost think.</p> - -<p><i>Wait.</i> I think it [be] one of these [same] Bawdy houses.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> 'Tis no matter wench, we are warm in it, keep -thou thy mind pure, and upon my word, that name will do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> -thee no hurt: I cannot force my self yet to fear any thing; -when I do get out, I'll [have] another encounter with my -Woman-Hater. Here will I sit. I may get sight of some of -my friends, it must needs be a comfort to them to see me here.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Duke, Gondarino, Count, Arrigo. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Are we all sufficiently disguis'd? for this house -where she attends me, is not to be visited in our own shapes.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> We are not our selves.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> I know the house to be sinful enough, yet I have -been heretofore, and durst now, but for discovering of you, -appear here in my own likeness.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Where's <i>Lucio</i>?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> My Lord, he said the affairs of the Common-wealth -would not suffer him to attend always.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Some great ones questionless that he will handle.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Come, let us enter.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> See how Fortune strives to revenge my quarrel -upon these women, she's in the window, were it not to -undoe her, I should not look upon her.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Lead us <i>Gondarino</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Stay; since you force me to display my shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look there, and you my Lord, know you that face?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Is't she?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> It is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> 'Tis she, whose greatest virtue ever was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissimulation; she that still hath strove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More to sin cunningly, than to avoid it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She that hath ever sought to be accounted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most virtuous, when she did deserve most scandal:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis she that itches now, and in the height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her intemperate thoughts, with greedy eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expects my coming to allay her Lust:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave her; forget she's thy sister.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> Stay, stay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I am as full of this, as thou canst be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The memory of this will easily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hereafter stay my loose and wandring thought[s]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From any Woman.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Count.</i> This will not down with me, I dare not trust -this fellow.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Leave her here, that only shall be her punishment, -never to be fetcht from hence; but let her use her trade to -get her living.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Stay good my Lord, I do believe all this, as great -men as I, have had known whores to their Sisters, and have -laught at it: I would fain hear how she talks, since she grew -thus light: will your grace make him shew himself to her, -as if he were now come to satisfie her longing? whilst we, -unseen of her, over-hear her wantonness, let's make our best -of it now, we shall have good mirth.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Do it <i>Gondarino</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I must; fortune assist me but this once.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Here we shall stand unseen, and near enough.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Madam, <i>Oriana</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Who's that? oh! my Lord?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Shall I come up?</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Oh you are merry, shall I come down?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> It is better there.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> What is the confession of the lye you made to the -Duke, which I scarce believe, yet you had impudence enough -to do? did it not gain you so much faith with me, as that I -was willing to be at your Lordships bestowing, till you had -recover'd my credit, and confest your self a lyar, as you pretended -to do? I confess I began to fear you, and desir'd to be -out of your house, but your own followers forc'd me hither.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> 'Tis well suspected, dissemble still, for there are -some may hear us.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> More tricks yet, my Lord? what house this is I -know not, I only know my self: it were a great conquest, -if you could fasten a scandal upon me: 'faith my Lord, give -me leave to write to my brother?</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Come down.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Come down.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> If it please your Grace, there's a back door.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Come meet us there then.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> It seems you are acquainted with the house.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> I have been in it.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> She saw you and dissembled.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Sir, we shall know that better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Bring me unto her, if I prove her not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a strumpet, let me be contemn'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all her sex. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lucio. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="fauxcap">N</span><span class="smcap">ow</span> whilst the young Duke follows his delights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We that do mean to practise in the State,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must pick our times, and set our faces in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nod our heads as it may prove most fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the main good of the dear Common-wealth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who's within there?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Serv.</i> My Lord?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Secretary, fetch the Gown I use to read Petitions in, -and the Standish I answer French Letters with: and call in -the Gentleman that attends: <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Serv.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little know they that do not deal in State,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many things there are to be observ'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which seem but little; yet by one of us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Whose brains do wind about the Common-wealth)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neglected, cracks our credits utterly.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Gentleman and a Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>Sir, but that I do presume upon your secresie, I would not -have appear'd to you thus ignorantly attir'd without a tooth-pick -in a ribbond, or a Ring in my bandstring[s].</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> Your Lordship sen[t] for me?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I did: Sir, your long practice in the State, under -a great man, hath led you to much experience.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> My Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Suffer not your modesty to excuse it: in short, and -in private, I desire your direction, I take my study already to -be furnisht after a grave and wise method.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> What will this Lord do?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> My Book-strings are sutable, and of a reaching -colour.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> How's this?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> My Standish of Wood, strange and sweet, and my -fore-flap hangs in the right place, and as near <i>Machiavel's</i>, as -can be gathered by tradition.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> Are there such men as will say nothing abroad, and -play the fools in their Lodgings? this Lord must be followed: -and hath your Lordship some new made words to scatter in -your speeches in publick, to gain note, that the hearers may -carry them away, and dispute of them at dinner?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I have Sir: and besides, my several Gowns and -Caps agreeable to my several occasions.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> 'Tis well, and you have learn'd to write a bad hand, -that the Readers may take pains for it.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Yes Sir, and I give out I have the palsie.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> Good, 'twere better though, if you had it: your -Lordship hath a Secretary, that can write fair, when you -purpose to be understood.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> 'Faith Sir I have one, there he stands, he hath been -my Secretary these seven years, but he hath forgotten to write.</p> - -<p><i>Gen.</i> If he can make a writing face, it is not amiss, so he -keep his own counsel: your Lordship hath no hope of the -Gout?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Uh, little Sir, since the pain in my right foot left me.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> 'Twill be some scandal to your wisdom, though I -see your Lordship knows enough in publick business.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I am not imploy'd (though to my desert) in occasions -forreign, nor frequented for matters domestical.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> Not frequented? what course takes your Lordship?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> The readiest way, my door stands wi[de], my Secretary -knows I am not denied to any.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> In this (give me leave) your Lordship is out of the -way: make a back door to let out Intelligencers; seem to be -ever busie, and put your door under keepers, and you shall -have a troop of Clients sweating to come at you.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I have a back door already, I will henceforth be busie, -Secretary, run and keep the door. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Secretary.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> This will fetch 'um?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I hope so.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Secretary.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Secr.</i> My Lord, there are some require access to you, -about weighty affairs of State.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Already?</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> I told you so.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> How weighty is the business?</p> - -<p><i>Secr.</i> Treason my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Sir, my debts to you for this are great.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> I will leave your Lordship now.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Sir, my death must be suddain, if I requite you not: -at the back door good Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Gent.</i> I will be your Lordships Intelligencer for once. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Gentleman.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Secretary.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Secr.</i> My Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Let 'em in, and say I am at my study.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello, <i>and two Intelligencers</i>, -Lucio <i>being at his study</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> Where is your Lord?</p> - -<p><i>Secr.</i> At his study, but he will have you brought in.</p> - -<p><i>Laza.</i> Why Gentlemen, what will you charge me -withal?</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Treason, horrible treason, I hope to have the leading -of thee to prison, and prick thee on i'th' arse with a Halbert: -to have him hang'd that salutes thee, and call all those in -question that spit not upon thee.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My thred is spun, yet might I but call for this dish -of meat at the gallows, instead of a Psalm, it were to be -endur'd: the Curtain opens, now my end draws on.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Secretary draws the Curtain.</i></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Gentlemen, I am not empty of weighty occasions at -this time; I pray you your business.</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> My Lord, I think we have discover'd one of the -most bloudy Traitors, that ever the world held.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Signior <i>Lazarillo</i>, I am glad ye are one of this discovery, -give me your hand.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> My Lord, that is the Traitor.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Keep him off, I would not for my whole estate have -touchd him.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Peace Sir, I know the devil is at your tongue's -end, to furnish you with speeches: what are the particulars -you charge him with?</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>They deliver a paper to</i> Lucio, <i>who reads</i>.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Both Int.</i> We [have] conferr'd our Notes, and have extracted -that, which we will justifie upon our oaths.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> That he would be greater than the Duke, that he -had cast plots for this, and meant to corrupt some to betray -him, that he would burn the City, kill the Duke, and poison -the Privy Council; and lastly kill himself. Though thou -deserv'st justly to be hang'd with silence, yet I allow thee to -speak, be short.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> My Lord, so may my greatest wish succeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So may I live, and compass what I seek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I had never treason in my thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor ever did conspire the overthrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of any creatures but of brutish beasts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fowls, Fishes, and such other humane food,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As is provided for the good of man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If stealing Custards, Tarts, and Florentines<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some late Statute be created Treason;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How many fellow-Courtiers can I bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose long attendance and experience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath made them deeper in the plot than I?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Peace, such hath ever been the clemency of my -gracious Master the Duke, in all his proceedings, that I had -thought, and thought I had thought rightly; that malice -would long e'r this have hid her self in her Den, a[n]d have -turn'd her own sting against her own heart: but I well [now] -perceive, that so froward is the disposition of a deprav'd -nature, that it doth not only seek revenge, where it hath -receiv'd injury, but many times thirst after their destruction, -where it hath met with benefits.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> But my good Lord—</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Let's gagg him.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Peace again, but many times thirst after destruction,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> -where it hath met with benefits; there I left: Such, and no -better are the business that we have now in hand.</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> He's excellently spoken.</p> - -<p><i>[2] Int.</i> He'll wind a Traitor I warrant him.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> But surely methinks, setting aside the touch of conscience, -and all [other] inward convulsions.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> He'll be hang'd, I know by that word.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Your Lordship may consider—</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Hold thy peace: thou canst not answer this speech: -no Traitor can answer it: but because you cannot answer this -speech, I take it you have confess'd the Treason.</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> The Count <i>Valore</i> was the first that discover'd -him, and can witness it; but he left the matter to your -Lordship's grave consideration.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> I thank his Lordship, carry him away speedily to -the Duke.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> Now <i>Lazarillo</i> thou art tumbl'd down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hill of fortune, with a violent arm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All plagues that can be, Famine, and the Sword<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will light upon thee, black despair will boil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy despairing breast, no comfort by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy friends far off, thy enemies are nigh.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Away with him, I'll follow you, look you pinion -him, and take his money from him, lest he swallow a shilling, -and kill himself.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Get thou on before. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - - -<h4><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna [2].</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Duke, the Count</i>, Gondarino, <i>and</i> Arrigo. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Now <i>Gondarino</i>, what can you put on now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may [again] deceive us?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have ye more strange illusions, yet more mists,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through which, the weak eye may be led to error:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What can ye say that may do satisfaction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both for her wrong'd honor, and your ill?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> All I can say, or may, is said already:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is unchaste, or else I have no knowledge,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I do not breathe, nor have the use of sense.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Dare ye be yet so wilful, ignorant of your own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">nakedness? did not your servants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mine own hearing confess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They brought her to that house we found her in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost by force: and with a great distrust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some ensuing hazard?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> He that hath begun so worthily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It fits not with his resolution<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave off thus, my Lord, I know these are but idle proofs.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What says your Lordship to them?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Count, I dare yet pronounce again, thy Sister is -not honest.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> You are your self my Lord, I like your setledness.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Count, thou art young, and unexperienc'd in the -dark, hidden ways of Women: Thou dar'st affirm with confidence, -a Lady of fifteen may be a Maid.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir, if it were not so, I have a Sister would set -near my heart.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Let her sit near her shame, it better fits her: call -back the bloud that made our stream in nearness, and turn -the Current to a better use; 'tis too much mudded, I do -grieve to know it.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Dar'st thou make up again, dar'st thou turn face, -knowing we know thee, hast thou not been discover'd openly? -did not our ears hear her deny thy courtings? did we not see -her blush with modest anger, to be so overtaken by a trick; -can ye deny this Lord?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Had not your Grace, and her kind brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been within level of her eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should have had a hotter volley from her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More full of bloud and fire, ready to leap the window where she stood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So truly sensual is her appetite.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Sir, Sir, these are but words and tricks, give me the proof.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Count.</i> What need a better proof than your Lordship?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am sure ye have lain with her my Lord.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I have confest it Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> I dare not give thee credit without witness.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Does your grace think we carry seconds with us, -to search us, and see fair play: your Grace hath been ill -tutor'd in the business; but if you hope to try her truly, -and satisfy your self what frailty is, give her the Test: do -not remember Count she is your Sister; nor let my Lord -the Duke believe she is fair; but put her to it without hope -or pity, then ye shall see that golde[n] form flie off, that all -eyes wonder at for pure and fixt, and under't base blushing -Copper; metall not worth the meanest honor: you shall -behold her then my Lord transparent, look through her heart, -and view the spirits how they leap, and tell me then I did -belie the Lady.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> It shall be done: come <i>Gondarino</i> bear us company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We do believe thee: she shall die, and thou shalt see it.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello, <i>two Intelligencers, and Guard</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How now my friends, [whome] have you guarded hither?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> So please your Grace we have discover'd a villain -and a Traitor: the Lord <i>Lucio</i> hath examin'd him, and sent -him to your Grace for Judgement.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> My Lord, I dare absolve him from all sin of -Treason: I know his most ambition is but a dish of meat; -which he hath hunted with so true a scent, that he deserveth -the Collar not the Halter.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Why do they bring him thus bound up? the poor -man had more need [of] some warm meat, to comfort his -cold stomach.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Your Grace shall have the cause hereafter, when -you [may] laugh more freely:</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But these are call'd Informers: men that live by Treason, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rat-catchers do by poison.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Would there were no heavier prodigies hung over -us, than this poor fellow, I durst redeem all perils ready to -pour themselves upon this State, with a cold Custard.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Your Grace might do it without danger to your -person.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> My Lord, if ever I intended treason against your -Person, or the State, unless it were by wishing from your -Table some dish of meat, which I must needs confess, was -not a subjects part: or coveting by stealth, sups from those<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> -noble bottles, that no mouth, keeping allegiance true, should -dare to taste: I must confess, with more than covetous eye, -I have beheld those dear conceal'd dishes, that have been -brought in by cunning equipage, to wait upon your Graces -pallat: I do confesse, out of this present heat, I have had -Stratagems and Ambuscado's; but God be thank'd they have -never took.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Count, this business is your own; when you have -done, repair to us. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Duke.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> I will attend your Grace: <i>Lazarello</i>, you are at -liberty, be your own man again; and if you can be master -of your wishes, I wish it may be so.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I humbly thank your Lordship: I must be unmannerly, -I have some present business, once more I heartily thank -your Lordship. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Lazarillo.</span></p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Now even a word or two to you, and so farewell; -you think you have deserv'd much of this State by this discovery: -y'are a slavish people, grown subject to the common -course of all men. How much unhappy were that noble spirit, -could work by such baser gains? what misery would not a -knowing man put on with willingness, e'r he see himself -grown fat and full fed, by fall of those you rise by? I do -discharge ye my attendance; our healthful State needs no -such Leeches to suck out her bloud.</p> - -<p><i>1 Int.</i> I do beseech your Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>2 Int.</i> Good my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Go learn to be more honest, [when] I see you -work your means from honest industry, <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Informers.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will be willing to accept your labours:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till then I will keep back my promis'd favours:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here comes another remnant of folly:<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lucio. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>I must dispatch him too. Now Lord <i>Lucio</i>, what business -[bring] you hither?</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Faith Sir, I am discovering what will become of that -notable piece of treason, intended by that Varlet <i>Lazarillo</i>; -I have sent him to the Duke for judgement.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sir, you have perform'd the part of a most careful -Statesman, and let me say it to your face, Sir, of a Father to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> -this State: I would wish you to retire, and insconce your self -in study: for such is your daily labour, and our fear, that our -loss of an hour may breed our overthrow.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Sir, I will be commanded by your judgement, and -though I find it a trouble scant to be waded through, by -these weak years: yet for the dear care of the Commonwealth, -I will bruise my brains, and confine my self to -much vexation.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Go, and maist thou knock down Treason like -an Ox.</p> - -<p><i>Luc.</i> Amen.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Mercer, Pandar, Francissina.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Have I spoke thus much in the honor of Learning? -learn'd the names of the seven liberal Sciences, before my -marriage; and since, have in haste written Epistles congratulatory, -to the Nine Muses, and is she prov'd a Whore -and a Begger?</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> 'Tis true, you are not now to be taught, that no -man can be learn'd of a suddain; let not your first project -discourage you, what you have lost in this, you may get -again in Alchumie.</p> - -<p><i>Fran.</i> Fear not Husband, I hope to make as good a wife, -as the best of your neighbors have, and as honest.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> I will goe home; good Sir, do not publish this, as -long as it runs amongst our selves; 'tis good honest mirth: -you'll come home to supper; I mean to have all her friends, -and mine, as ill as it goes.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Do wisely Sir, and bid your own friends, your -whole wealth will scarce feast all hers, neither is it for your -credit, to walk the streets with a woman so noted; get you -home and provide her cloaths: let her come an hour hence -with an Hand-basket, and shift her self, she'll serve to sit at -the upper end of the Table, and drink to your customers.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> Art is just, and will make me amends.</p> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> No doubt Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Mer.</i> The chief note of a Scholar you say, is to govern -his passions; wherefore I do take all patiently; in sign of -which, my [most] dear Wife, I do kiss thee, make haste home -after me, I shall be in my study.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit Mercer.</i></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Pan.</i> Go, avaunt, my new City Dame, send me what -you promis'd me for consideration; and may'st thou prove -a Lady.</p> - -<p><i>Fran.</i> Thou shalt have it, his Silks shall flie for it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lazarello <i>and his boy</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> How sweet is a Calm after a Tempest, what is -there now that can stand betwixt me and felicity? I have -gone through all my crosses constantly; have confounded my -enemies, and know where to have my longing[s] satisfied: I -have my way before me, there's the door, and I may freely -walk into my delights: knock boy.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Who's there? <span class="directline">[<i>Within.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Laz. Madona</i>, my Love, not guilty, not guilty, open -the door.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Julia. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Art thou come sweet-heart?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Yes, to [thy] soft embraces, and the rest of my over-flowing -blisses; come, let us in and swim in our delights: a -short Grace as we go, and so to meat.</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Nay my dear Love, you must bear with me in this; -we'll to the Church first.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> Shall I be sure of it then?</p> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> By my love you shall.</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I am content, for I do now wish to hold off longer, -to whet my appetite, and do desire to meet with more troubles, -so I might conquer them:</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as a holy Lover that hath spent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tedious night with many a sigh and tears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst he pursu'd his wench: and hath observ'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smiles, and frowns, not daring to displease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When at last, hath with his service won<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her yielding heart; that she begins to dote<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon him, and can hold no longer out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But hangs about his neck, and wooes him more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than ever he desir'd her love before:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then begins to flatter his desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And growing wanton, needs will cast her off;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Try her, pick quarrels, to breed fresh delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to increase his pleasing appetite.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Jul.</i> Come Mouse will you walk?</p> - -<p><i>Laz.</i> I pray thee let me be deliver'd of the joy I am so -big with, I do feel that high heat within me, that I begin -to doubt whether I be mortal:</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How I contemn my fellows in the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With whom I did but yesterday converse?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a lower, and an humbler key<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did walk and meditate on grosser meats?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are they still poor rogues, shaking their chops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sneaking after Cheeses, and do run<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Headlong in chace, of every Jack of Beer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That crosseth them, in hope of some repast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it will bring them to, whilst I am here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The happiest wight that ever set his tooth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a dear novelty: approach my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, let's go to knit the True Loves knot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That never can be broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Boy.</i> That is to marry a whore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Laz.</i> When that is done, then will we taste the gift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Fates have sent my Fortunes up to lift.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Boy.</i> When that is done, you'll begin to repent upon -a full stomach; but I see, 'tis but a form in destiny, not -to be alter'd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Arrigo <i>and Oriana</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Sir, what may be the current of your business, -that thus you single out your time and place?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Madam, the business now impos'd upon me, concerns -you nearly, I wish some worser man might finish it.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> Why are ye chang'd so? are ye not well Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> Yes Madam, I am well, wo'd you were so.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Why Sir, I feel my self in perfect health.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> And yet ye cannot live long, Madam.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Why good <i>Arrigo</i>?</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> Why? ye must dye.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> I know I must, but yet my fate calls not upon me.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> It does; this hand the Duke commands shall give -you death.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Heaven, and the powers Divine, guard well the -innocent.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arr.</i> Lady, your Prayers may do your soul some good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sure your body cannot merit by 'em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must prepare to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> What's my offence? what have these years committed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may be dangerous to the Duke, or State?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I conspir'd by poison, have I giv'n up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honor to some loose unsetl'd bloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That may give action to my plots?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear Sir, let me not dye ignorant of my faults?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arr.</i> Ye shall not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then Lady, you must know, you're held unhonest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duke, your Brother, and your friends in Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With too much grief condemn ye: though to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fault deserves not to be paid with death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian.</i> Who's my accuser?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Arri.</i> Lord <i>Gondarino</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orian. Arrigo</i>, take these words, and bear them to the Duke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is the last petition I shall ask thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell him the child this present hour brought forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see the world has not a soul more pure, more white,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>More Virgin than I have; Tell him Lord <i>Gondarino's</i> -Plot, I suffer for, and willingly: tell him it had been a greater -honor, to have sav'd than kill'd: but I have done: strike, I am -arm'd for heaven. Why, stay you? is there any hope?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> I would not strike.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Have you the power to save?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> With hazard of my life, if it should be known.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> You will not venture that?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> I will Lady: there is that means yet to escape -your death, if you can wisely apprehend [it].</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Ye dare not be so kind?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> I dare, and will, if you dare but deserve't.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> If I should slight my life, I were [to] blame.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Then Madam, this is the means, or else you die: -I love you.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> I shall believe it, if you save my life.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> And you must lie with me.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> I dare not buy my life so.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Come, ye must resolve, say yea or no.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Then no; nay, look not ruggedly upon me, -I am made up too strong to fear such looks: -Come, do your Butchers part: before I would wish life, with -the dear loss of honour, I dare find means to free my self.</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> Speak, will ye yield?</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Villain, I will not; Murtherer, do thy worst, thy -base unnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am above thee -slave.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Wilt thou not be drawn to yield by fair perswasions?</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> No, nor by—</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Peace, know your doom then; your Ladyship -must remember, you are not now at home, where you dare -[jeast at] all that come about you: but you are fallen under my -mercy, which shall be but small; if thou refuse to yield: -hear what I have sworn unto my self; I will enjoy thee, -though it be between the parting of thy soul and body; -yield yet and live.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> I'll guard the one, let Heaven guard the other.</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Are you so resolute then?</p> - -<p>[<i>Duke from above.</i> Hold, hold I say.]</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> What [have] I? yet more terror to my tragedy?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Lady, the Scene of bloud is done; ye are now as -free from scandal, as from death.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke, Count, and</i> Gondarino. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou Woman which wert born to teach men virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair, sweet, and modest Maid, forgive my thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My trespass was my love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seize <i>Gondarino</i>, let him wait our dooms.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I do begin a little to love this woman; I could -endure her already twelve miles off.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sister, I am glad you have brought your honor -off so fairly, without loss: you have done a work above -your sex, the Duke admires it: give him fair encounter.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Best of all comforts, may I take this hand, and -call it mine?</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> I am your Graces handmaid.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Would ye had sed my self: might it not be so -Lady?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Sister, say I, I know you can afford it.</p> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> My Lord, I am your subject, you may command -me, provided still, your thoughts be fair and good.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Here I am yours, and when I cease to be so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let heaven forget me: thus I make it good.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ori.</i> My Lord, I am no more mine own.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> So, this bargain was well driven.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Duke, thou hast sold away thy self to all perdition; -thou art this present hour becomming Cuckold: methinks -I see thy gaul grate through thy veins, and jealousie seize -thee with her talons: I know that womans nose must be -cut off, she cannot scape it.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Sir, we have punishment for you.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> I do beseech your Lordship, for the wrongs this -man hath done me, let me pronounce his punishment.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Lady, I give't to you, he is your own.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I do beseech your Grace, let me be banisht with all -the speed that may be.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> Stay still, you shall attend her sentence.</p> - -<p><i>Orian.</i> Lord <i>Gondarino</i>, you have wrong'd me highly; -yet since it sprung from no peculiar hate to me, but from -a general dislike unto all women, you shall thus suffer for -it; <i>Arrigo</i>, call in some Ladies to assist us; will your Grace -[t]ake your State?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> My Lord, I do beseech your Grace for any punishment -saving this woman, let me be sent upon discovery of -some Island; I do desire but a small Gondela, with ten -Holland Cheeses, and I'll undertake it.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Sir, ye must be content, will ye sit down? nay, -do it willingly: <i>Arrigo</i>, tie his Arms close to the chair, I -dare not trust his patience.</p> - -<p><i>[G]ond.</i> Mayst thou be quickly old and painted; mayst -thou dote upon some sturdy Yeoman of the Wood-yard, and -he be honest; mayst thou be barr'd the lawful lechery of -thy Coach, for want of instruments; and last, be thy womb -unopen'd.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> This fellow hath a pretty gaul.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> My Lord, I hope to see him purg'd e'r he part.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Ladies.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Your Ladyships are welcome: -I must desire your helps, though you are no Physitians, to -do a strange cure upon this Gentleman.</p> - -<p><i>Ladies.</i> In what we can assist you Madam, ye may command -us.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Now do I sit like a Conjurer within my circle, -and these the Devils that are rais'd about me, I will pray -that they may have no power upon me.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Ladies, fall off in couples, then with a [s]oft still -march, with low demeanors, charge this Gentleman, I'll be -your Leader.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Let me be quarter'd Duke quickly, I can endure -it: these women long for Mans flesh, let them have it.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Count, have you ever seen so strange a passion? -what would this fellow do, if he should find himself in bed -with a young Lady?</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> 'Faith my Lord, if he could get a knife, sure he -wou'd cut her throat, or else he wou'd do as <i>Hercules</i> did -by <i>Lycas</i>, swing out her soul: h'as the true hate of a woman -in him.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Low with your Cursies Ladies.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Come not too near me, I have a breath will poison -ye, my lungs are rotten, and my stomach is raw: I am given -much to belching: hold off, as you love sweet airs; Ladies, -by your first nights pleasure, I conjure you, as you wou'd -have your Husbands proper men, strong backs, and little legs, -as you would have 'em hate your Waiting-women.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Sir, we must court ye, till we have obtain'd some -little favour from those gracious eyes, 'tis but a kiss a piece.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I pronounce perdition to ye all; ye are a parcel -of that damned crew that fell down with <i>Lucifer</i>, and here -ye staid on earth to plague poor men; vanish, avaunt, I am -fortified against your charms; heaven grant me breath and -patience.</p> - -<p><i>1 Lady.</i> Shall we not kiss then?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> No sear my lips with hot irons first, or stitch them -up like a Ferrets: oh that this brunt were over!</p> - -<p><i>2 Lady.</i> Come, come, little rogue, thou art too maidenly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> -by my troth, I think I must box thee till thou be'st bolder; -the more bold, the more welcome: I prethee kiss me, be -not afraid. <span class="directline">[<i>She sits on his knee.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> If there be any here, that yet have so much of -the fool left in them, as to love their mothers, let them [looke] -on her, and loath them too.</p> - -<p><i>2 Lady.</i> What a slovenly little villain art thou, why dost -thou not stroke up thy hair? I think thou ne'er comb'st it: I -must have it lie in better order; so, so, so, let me see thy -hands, are they wash'd?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I would th[e]y were loose for thy sake.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> She tortures him admirably.</p> - -<p><i>Count.</i> The best that ever was.</p> - -<p><i>2 Lady.</i> Alas, how cold they are, poor golls, why dost -thee not get thee a Muff?</p> - -<p><i>Arri.</i> Madam, here's an old Countrey Gentlewoman at -the door, that came nodding up for justice, she was with -the Lord <i>Gondarino</i> to day, and would now again come to -the speech of him, she says.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Let her in, for sports sake, let her in.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Mercy, oh Duke, I do appeal to thee: plant -Canons there, and discharge them against my breast rather: -nay, first let this she-fury sit still where she does, and with -her nimble fingers stroke my hair, play with my fingers -ends, or any thing, until my panting heart have broke my -breast.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> You must abide her censure. <span class="directline">[<i>The Lady rises from his knee.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter old Gentlewoman.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> I see her come, unbutton me, for she will speak.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Where is he Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Save me, I hear her.</p> - -<p><i>Ar.</i> There he is in state to give you audience.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> How does your [good] Lordship?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Sick of the spleen.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> How?</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> Sick.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Will you chew a Nutmeg, you shall not refuse -it, it is very comfortable.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> Nay, now thou art come, I know it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the Devils Jubile, Hell is broke loose:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord, if ever I have done you service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or have deserv'd a favour of your Grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me be turn'd upon some present action,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I may sooner die, than languish thus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Grace hath her petition, grant it her, and ease me now at last.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> No Sir, you must endure.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> For my petition, I hope your -Lordship hath remembred me.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> 'Faith I begin to pity him, <i>Arrigo</i>, take her off, bear -her away, say her petition is granted.</p> - -<p><i>Gentlew.</i> Wh[i]ther do you draw me Sir? I know it is not -my Lords pleasure I should be thus used, before my business -be dispatched?</p> - -<p><i>Arr.</i> You shall know more of that without.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> Unbind him Ladies, but before he go, this he shall -promise; for the love I bear to our own sex, I would have -them still hated by thee, and injoyn thee as a punishment, -never hereafter willingly to come in the presence, or sight -of any woman, nor never to seek wrongfully the publick -disgrace of any.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> 'Tis that I would have sworn, and do: when I -[meddle] with them, for their good, or their bad; may -Time [call] back this day again, and when I come in -their companies, may I catch the pox, by their breath, and -have no other pleasure for it.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Ye are [too] merciful.</p> - -<p><i>Oria.</i> My Lord, I shew'd my sex the better.</p> - -<p><i>Gond.</i> All is over-blown Sister: y'are like to have a fair -night of it, and a Prince in your Arms: let's goe my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> Thus through the doubtful streams of joy and grief, -True Love doth wade, and finds at last relief. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt omnes.</i></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>NICE VALOUR.<br /> - -A Comedy.</h2> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Persons represented in the Play."> -<caption>The Persons represented in the Play.</caption> - - <tr> - <td>Duke <i>of</i> Genova.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shamont <i>his Favourite, a superstitious lover of reputation.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A passionate Lord, <i>the Duke's distracted kinsman.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Soldier, <i>brother to</i> Shamont.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lapet, <i>the cowardly Monsieur of</i> Nice Valour.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Gallant <i>of the same Temper.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pultrot,</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl"><i>Two Mushroom Courtiers.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mombazon,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two Brothers <i>to the Lady, affecting the passionate Lord</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Four Courtiers.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jester.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Priest</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl"><i>In a Masque.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six Women</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Galoshio, <i>a Clown, such another try'd piece of Man's flesh</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc ">WOMEN.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady, <i>Sister to the Duke</i>, Shamont's <i>beloved</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lapet's <i>Wife</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Lady, <i>personating</i> Cupid, <i>Mistriss to the mad Lord</i>.</td> - </tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="center">The Scene Genova.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>The PROLOGUE at the reviving of this Play.</h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">I</span><span class="smcap">t's</span> grown in fashion of late in these days,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To come and beg a suff[eranc]e to our Plays</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Faith Gentlemen, our Poet ever writ</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Language so good, mixt with such sprightly wit,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He made the Theatre so Sovereign</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With his rare Scænes, he scorn'd this crouching vein:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We stabb'd him with keen daggers when we pray'd</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Him write a Preface to a Play well made.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He could not write these toyes, 'tw[a]s easier far,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To bring a Felon to appear at th' Barr</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So much he hated baseness; which this day,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>His Scænes will best convince you of in's Play.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke</i>, Shamount, <i>and four Gentlemen</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i><span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">hamount</span></i>, welcome; we have mist thee long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though absent but two days: I hope your sports<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Answer your time and wishes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Very nobly Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We found game, worthy your delight my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was so royal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I've enough to hear on't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prethee bestow't upon me in discourse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> What is this Gentleman, Coz? you are a Courtier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore know all their insides.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> No farther than the Taffaty goes, good Coz.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the most part, which is indeed the best part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the most general inside; marry thus far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can with boldness speak this one mans character,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon honor, pass it for a true one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has that strength of manly merit in him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it exceeds his Sovereigns power of gracing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's faithfully true to valour, that he hates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man from <i>Cæsar's</i> time, or farther off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever took disgrace unreveng'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if he chance to read his abject story,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> -<span class="i0">He tears his memory out; and holds it virtuous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to let shame have so much life amongst us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is not such a curious piece of courage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amongst mans fellowship, or one so jealous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of honors loss, or repu[t]ations glory:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's so much perfect of his growing story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Twould make one dote on virtue as you tell it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> I have told it to much loss, believe it Coz.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3 Gent.</i> How the Duke graces him! what is he brother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>4 Gent.</i> Do you not yet know him? a vain-glorious coxcomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As proud as he that fell for't:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set but aside his valour, no virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is indeed, not fit for any Courtier;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we his fellows are as good as he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps as capable of favour too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For one thing or another, if 'twere look'd into:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a man, were I a Sovereign now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has a good stroke [a]t <i>Tennis</i>, and a stiff one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can play at <i>Æquinoctium</i> with the Line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As even, as the thirteenth of <i>September</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When day and night lie in a scale together:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or may I thrive, as I deserve at <i>Billiards</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No otherwise at <i>Chesse</i>, or at <i>Primero</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are the parts requir'd, why not advanc'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Trust me, it was no less than excellent pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I'm right glad 'twas thine. How fares our kinsman?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can resolve us best?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">1 <i>Gent.</i> I can my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> There, if I had a pity without bounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It might be all bestowed——A man so lost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wild ways of passion, that he's sensible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of nought, but what torments him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> True my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He runs through all the Passions of mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shifts 'em strangely too: one while in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that so violent, that for want of business,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He'll court the very Prentice of a Laundress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though she have kib'd heels: and in's melancholly agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will not brook an Empress though thrice fairer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than ever <i>Maud</i> was; or higher spirited<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Than <i>Cleopatra</i>, or your <i>English</i> Countess:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then on a suddain he's so merry again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out-laughs a Waiting-woman before her first Child:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turning of a hand, so angry—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has almost beat the Northern fellow blind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is for that use only; if that mood hold my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had need of a fresh man; I'll undertake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall bruise three a month.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I pity him dearly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let it be your charge, with his kind brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see his moods observ'd; let every passion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be fed ev'n to a surfet, which in time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May breed a loathing: let him have enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of every object, that his sence is wrapt with;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being once glutted, then the taste of folly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will come into his rellish. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I shall see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your charge my Lord, most faith[fully] effected:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how does noble <i>Shamount</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Never ill man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until I hear of baseness, then I sicken:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the healthfull'st man i'th' kingdom else.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lapet. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Be armed then for a fit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here comes a fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will make you sick at heart, if baseness do't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Let me be gone: what is he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Let me tell you first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It can be but a qualm: pray stay it out Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, y'ave born more than this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Born? never any thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was injurious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> Ha, I am far from that.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> He looks as like a man as I have seen one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would you speak of him? speak well I prethee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even for humanities cause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> You'd have it truth though?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> What else Sir? I have no reason to wrong heav'n<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To favour nature; let her bear her own shame<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> -<span class="i0">If she be faulty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Monstrous faulty there Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I'm ill at ease already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Pray bear up Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I prethee let me take him down with speed then;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a wild object that I would not look upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Then thus: he's one that will endure as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As can be laid upon him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> That may be noble:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm kept too long from his acquaintance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take heed of rash repentance, y'are too forward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find out virtue where it never setl'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take the particulars first, of what he endures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Videlicet</i>, Bastinadoes by the great.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Thumps by the dozen, and your kicks by wholesale.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> No more of him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And holds it the best remedy for sneezing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> H'as been thrice switch'd from 7 a clock till 9.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet with a Cart-Horse stomach, fell to breakfast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgetful of his smart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Nay, the disgrace on't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's no smart but that: base things are felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More by their shames than hurts, Sir. I know you not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that you live an injury to nature:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm heartily angry with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Pray give your blow or kick, and begone then:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I ne'er saw you before; and indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have nothing to say to you, for I know you not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Why wouldst thou take a blow?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I would not Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless 'twere offer'd me; and if from an enemy—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'd be loth to deny it from a stranger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> What, a blow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endure a blow? and shall he live that gives it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Many a fair year——why not Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Let me wonder!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> -<span class="i0">As full a man to see to, and as perfect—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I prethee live not long—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Let me intreat it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To walk so long here; not to dye betimes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me advise thee, while thou hast to live here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev'n for man's honour sake, take not a blow more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> You should advise them not to strike me then Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I'll take none I assure you, 'less they are given.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How fain would I preserve mans form from shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cannot get it done! however Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I charge thee live not long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> This is worse than beating.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Of what profession art thou, tell me Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides a Tailor? for I'll know the truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> A Tailor? I'm as good a Gentleman—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can shew my Arms and all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How black and blew they are!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is that your manifestation? upon pain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pounding thee to dust, assume not wrongfully<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The name of Gentleman, because I'm one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That must not let thee live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I have done, I have done Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there be any harm, beshrew the Herald,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm sure I ha' not been so long a Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make this anger: I have nothing no where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what I dearly pay for. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Groom begone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never was so heart-sick yet of man.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lady, the Duke's Sister</i>, Lapet's <i>wife</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Here comes a cordial, Sir, from th'other sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Able to make a dying face look chearful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> The blessedness of Ladies—.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Y'are well met Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> The sight of you has put an evil from me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose breath was able to make virtue sicken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> I'm glad I came so fortunately. What was't Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> A thing that takes a blow, lives, and eats after it,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> -<span class="i0">In very good health; you ha' not seen the like, Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Monster worth your sixpence, lovely worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>1 Gent.</i>] Speak low Sir; by all likely-hoods 'tis her Husband, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now bestow'd a visitation on me. Farewel Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Husband? is't possible that he has a wife?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would any creature have him? 'tis some forc'd match,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he were not kick'd to th' Church o' th' wedding day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll never come at Court. Can be no otherwise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps he was rich, speak mistriss <i>Lapet</i>, was't not so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Nay, that's without all question.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sh.</i> O ho, he would not want kickers enow then;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you are wise, I much suspect your honesty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For wisdom never fastens constantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But upon merit: if you incline to fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are alike unfit for his society;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, if it were not boldness in the man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That honors you, to advise you, troth his company<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should not be frequent with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> 'Tis good counsel Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh, I am so careful where I reverence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So just to goodness, and her precious purity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm as equally jealous, and as fearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That any undeserved stain might fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon her sanctified whiteness, as of the sin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That comes by wilfulness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Sir, I love your thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And honor you for your counsel and your care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> We are your servants.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> He's but a Gentleman o'th' chamber; he might have kist me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faith, where shall one find less courtesie, than at Court?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say I have an undeserver to my Husband:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's ne'er the worse for him: well strange lip'd men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but a kiss lost, there'll more come agen. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the passionate Lord, the Dukes kinsman, makes -a congie or two to nothing.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Look, who comes here Sir, his love-fit's upon him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know it, by that sett smile, and those congies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How courteous he's to nothing! which indeed,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Is the next kin to woman; only shadow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elder Sister of the twain, because 'tis seen too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how it kisses the fore-finger still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is the last edition, and being come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So near the thumb, every Cobler has got it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> What a ridiculous piece, humanity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here makes it self!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Nay good give leave a little, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y'are so precise a manhood—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> It afflicts me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I behold unseemliness in an Image<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So near the Godhead, 'tis an injury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To glorious Eternity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Pray use patience, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I do confess it freely, precious Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loves suit is so, the longer it hangs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The worse it is; better cut off, sweet Madam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, that same drawing in your neather Lip there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fore-shews no goodness, Lady; make you question on't?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shame on me, but I love you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Who is't Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are at all this pains for? may I know her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> For thee thou fairest, yet the falsest woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever broke man's heart-strings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> How? how's this Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> What the old trick of Ladies? man's apparel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will't ne'er be left amongst you? steal from Court in't?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I see the Fit grows stronger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Pray let's talk a little.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I can endure no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Good, let's alone a little:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are so exact a work: love light things somewhat, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Th'are all but shames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> What is't you'd say to me, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Can you be so forgetful to enquire it Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Yes truely, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> The more I admire your flintiness:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What cause have I given you, illustrious Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To play this strange part with me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Cause enough,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Do but look back Sir, into your memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your love to other women, oh lewd man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tas almost kill'd my heart, you see I'm chang'd with it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ha' lost the fashion of my Sex with grief on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I have seen you courting of a Dowdie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compar'd with me, and kissing your fore-finger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To one o'th' Black-Guards Mistresses: would not this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crack a poor Ladies heart, that believ'd love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And waited for the comfort? but 'twas said, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Lady of my hair cannot want pittying:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Countrey's coming up, farewel to you Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Whither intend you, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> A long journey, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The truth is, I'm with child, and goe to travel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> With child? I never got it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I heard you were busie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the same time, Sir, and was loth to trouble you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Why, are not you a whore then, excellent Madam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh by no means, 'twas done Sir in the state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my belief in you, and that quits me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It lies upon your falshood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Does it so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall not carry her though Sir, she's my contract.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I prethee, thou four Elements ill brued,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torment none but thy self; away I say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou beast of passion, as the drunkard is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beast of Wine; dishonor to thy making,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou man in fragments.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Hear me, precious Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Kneel for thy wits to Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Lady, I'll father it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who e'er begot it: 'tis the course of greatness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How virtue groans at this!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I'll raise the Court, but I'll stay your flight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How wretched is that piece! <span class="directline">[<i>Ex. Pas. Lord.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> He's the Dukes kinsman, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> That cannot take a passion away, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor cut a Fit, but one poor hour shorter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must endure as much as the poorest begger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That cannot change his money; there's th' equality<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> -<span class="i0">In our impartial Essence:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's the news now?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> Your worthy brother, Sir, 'has left his charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And come to see you.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamount's <i>brother, a Soldier</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh the noblest welcome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever came from man, meet thy deservings:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks I've all joyes treasure in mine arms now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> You are so fortunate in prevention, brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You always leave the answerer barren, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You comprehend in few words so much worth—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> 'Tis all too little for thee: come th'art welcome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I include all: take especial knowledge pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this dear Gentleman, my absolute friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That loves a Soldier far above a Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou excellently faithful to 'em both.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But love to manhood, owns the purer troth. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont's <i>brother, a Soldier and a Lady, -the Dukes Sister</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> <span class="fauxcap">T</span><span class="smcap">here</span> should be in this Gallery—oh th'are here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray sit down, believe me Sir, I'm weary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> It well becomes a Lady to complain a little<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of what she never feels: your walk was short, Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can be but afraid of weariness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which well employs the softness of your Sex,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As for the thing it self, you never came to't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> You're wond'rously well read in Ladies, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Shall I think such a creature as you Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was ever born to feel pain, but in Travel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's your full portion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides a little tooth-ach in the breeding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which a kind Husband too, takes from you, Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> But where do Ladies, Sir, find such kind Husbands?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps you have heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Rheumatick story of some loving Chandler now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or some such melting fellow that you talk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So prodigal of mens kindness: I confess Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many of those wives are happy, their ambition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Does reach no higher, than to Love and Ignorance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which makes an excellent Husband, and a fond one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now Sir, your great ones aim at height, and cunning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so are oft deceiv'd, yet they must venture it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis a Ladies contumely, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have a Lord an Ignorant; then the worlds voice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will deem her for a wanton, e'r she taste on't:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to deceive a wise man, to whose circumspection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world resigns it self, with all his envy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis less dishonor to us [then] to fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because his believ'd wisdom keeps out all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Would I were the man, Lady, that should venture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wisdom to your goodness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> You might fail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the return, as many men have done, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare not justifie what is to come of me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I know it not, though I hope virtuously;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marry what's past, or present, I durst put<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a good mans hand, which if he take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my word for good, it shall not cozen him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sol.</i> No, nor hereafter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> It may hap so too, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A womans goodness, when she is a wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies much upon a mans desert, believe it Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there be fault in her, I'll pawn my life on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis first in him, if she were ever good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes one; knowing not a Husband yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or what he may be: I promise no more virtues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I may well perform, for that were cozenage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sol.</i> Happy were he that had you with all fears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's my opinion, Lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamount <i>and a servant list'ning</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> What say you now, Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare you give confidence to your own eyes?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Not yet I dare not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> No?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Scarce yet, or yet:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I see 'tis he. Why can a thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's but my self divided, be so false?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> Nay, do but mark how the chair plays hi[s] part too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How amoro[u]sly 'tis bent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sh[a]m.</i> Hell take thy bad thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they are strange ones. Never take delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a torment worse. Look on 'em heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that's a brother: send me a fair enemy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take him; for a fouler Fiend there breathes not:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not sin to think there's ill in her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what's of his producing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet goodness, whose inclosure is but flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holds out oft times but sorrily. But as black Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ever kindred was: I hate mine own bloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because i[t] is so near thine. Live without honesty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mayst thou dye with an unmoist'ned eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no tear follow thee. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i> Shamont, <i>Servant</i>.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Y'are wond'rous merry Sir; I would your Brother heard you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Oh my Sister,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not out o'th' way, let fall my words Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the precisest humor.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter passionate Lord.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Yea, so close.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Th'are merry, that's the worst you can report on 'em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'are neither dangerous, nor immodest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> So Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall I believe you, think you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Who's this Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Oh the Dukes Cosin, he came late from travel, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Respect belongs to him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> For as I said, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'are merry, that's the worst you can report of 'em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'are neither dangerous, nor immodest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> How's this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> And there I think I left.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Abuses me.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Now to proceed, Lady; perhaps I swore I lov'd you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you believe me not, y'are much the wiser.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> He speaks still in my person, and derides me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> For I can cog with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> You can all do so:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We make no question of mens promptness that way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> And smile, and wave a chair with comely grace too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play with our Tastle gently, and do fine things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That catch a Lady sooner than a virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I never us'd to let man live so long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wrong'd me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Talk of Battalions, wooe you in a skirmish;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divine my mind to you Lady; and being sharp set,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can court you at Half pike: or name your weapon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We cannot fail you Lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gentleman.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Now he dies:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were all succeeding hopes stor'd up within him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh fie, i'th' Court, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I most dearly thank you; Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Tis rage ill spent upon a passionate mad man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> That shall not priviledge him for ever, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mad man call you him? I have found too much reason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound in his injury to me, to believe him so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> If ever truth from mans lips may be held<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In reputation with you, give this confidence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this his Love-fit, which we observe still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By's flattering and his fineness: at some other time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He'll go as slovenly as heart can wish.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The love and pity that his Highness shews to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes every man the more respectful of him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has never a passion, but is well provided for,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As this of Love, he is full fed in all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His swinge, as I may tearm it: have but patience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ye shall witness somewhat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Still he mocks me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look you, in action, in behaviour, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold still the chair, with a grand mischief to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I'll let so much strength upon your heart, Sir—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I feel some power has restrain'd me Lady:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be sent from Love, say, I obey it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever keep a voice to welcome it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">SONG.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Thou Deity, swift winged Love,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Sometimes below, sometimes above,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Little in shape, but great in power,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Thou that mak'st a heart thy Tower,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And thy loop-holes Ladies eyes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>From whence thou strik'st the fond and wise.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Did all the Shafts in thy fair Quiver</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Stick fast in my ambitious Liver;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Yet thy power would I adore.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And call upon thee to shoot more,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i26"><i>Shoot more, shoot more.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter one like a</i> Cupid, <i>offering to shoot at him</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I prethee hold though, sweet Celestial boy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm not requited yet with love enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the first Arrow that I have within me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thou be an equal Archer <i>Cupid</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shoot this Lady, and twenty more for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Me Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Tis nothing but device, fear it not Lady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may be as good a Maid after that shaft, Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As e'er your mother was at twelve and a half:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis like the boy that draws it, 'tas no sting yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> 'Tis like the miserable Maid that draws it—<i>Aside.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sees no comfort yet, seeing him so passionate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Strike me the Duchess of <i>Valois</i> in love with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the speed thou canst, and two of her Women.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cu.</i> You shall have more. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Tell 'em I tarry for 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Who would be angry with that walking trouble now?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hurts none but it self?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I am better quieted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I'll have all women-kind struck in time for me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After thirteen once:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I see this <i>Cupid</i> will not let me want,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let him spend his forty shafts an hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shall be all found from the Dukes Exchequer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's come already.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p><i>Enter again the same</i> Cupid, <i>two Brothers, six Women -Maskers</i>, Cupid's <i>Bow bent all the way towards them, -the first woman singing and playing, a Priest</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12">SONG.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Oh turn thy bow,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Thy power we feel and know,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Fair</i> Cupid <i>turn away thy Bow:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>They be those golden Arrows,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Bring Ladies all their sorrows,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And till there be more truth in men,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Never shoot at Maid agen.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> What a felicity of whores are here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my Concubines struck bleeding new:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man can in his life time make but one woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he may make his fifty Queans a month.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cu.</i> Have you remembred a Priest, honest brothers?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Yes Sister, and this is the young Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make you no question of our faithfulness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> His growing shame, Sister, provokes our care:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Priest.</i> He must be taken in this fit of Love, Gentlemen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> What else Sir, he shall do't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Enough.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Be chearful wench. <span class="directline">[<i>A dance.</i> Cupid <i>leading</i>.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Now by the stroke of pleasure, a deep oath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nimbly hopt Ladies all; what height they bear too!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A story higher than your common statures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little man must go up stairs to kiss 'em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a great space there is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betwixt Loves Dining Chamber, and his Garret!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll try the utmost height—the Garret stoops methinks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rooms are made all bending, I see that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not so high as a man takes 'em for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cu.</i> Now if you'll follow me Sir, I've that power,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To make them follow you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Are they all shot?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cu.</i> All, all Sir, every mothers daughter of 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Then there's no fear of following; if they be once shot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll follow a man to th' devil—As for you, Sir—<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Ex. with the Lady and the Masquers.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Me Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Nay sweet Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> A noise, a threatening, did you not hear it Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Without regard, Sir, so would I hear you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> This must come to something, never talk of that Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You never saw it otherwise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Nay dear merit—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Me above all men?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Troth you wrong your anger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I will be arm'd, my honourable Letcher.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh fie sweet Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> That devours womens honesties by lumps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never chaw'st thy pleasure:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> What do you mean, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> What does he mean t'ingross all to himself?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's others love a whore as well as he Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh, if that be part o' th' fury, we have a City<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is very well provided for that case;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him alone with her, Sir, we have Women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are very charitable to proper men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to a Soldier that has all his limbs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marry the sick and lame gets not a penny:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right womens charity, and the Husbands follow't too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here comes his Highness Sir.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke and Lords.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I'll walk to cool my self. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who's that?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> The brother of <i>Shamont</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He's Brother then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all the Courts love, they that love discreetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And place their friendliness upon desert:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As for the rest, that with a double face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look upon merit much like fortunes visage,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> -<span class="i0">That looks two ways, both to life's calms and storms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll so provide for him, chiefly for him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall not wish their loves, nor dread their envies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here comes my <i>Shamont</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> That Ladies virtues are my only joyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he to offer to lay siege to them?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Shamont.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Her goodness is my pride: in all discourses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As often as I hear rash tongu'd gallants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak rudely of a woman, presently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I give in but her name, and th'are all silent:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh who would loose this benefit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Come hither Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> 'Tis like the Gift of Healing, but Diviner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that but cures diseases in the body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This works a cure on Fame, on Reputation:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noblest piece of Surgery upon earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Shamont</i>; he minds me not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> A Brother do't?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Shamont</i> I say. <span class="directline">[<i>Gives him a touch with his switch.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Ha?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he be mortal, by this hand he perishes; <span class="directline">[<i>Draws.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Unless it be a stroke from heaven, he dies for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Why, how now Sir? 'twas I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> The more's my misery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Why, what's the matter prethee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Can you ask it, Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No man else should; stood forty lives before him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this I would have op'd my way to him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It could not be you Sir, excuse him not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What e'er he be, as y'are dear to honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may find my peace agen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Forbear I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my love to truth, 'twas none but I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Still miserable?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Come, come, what ails you Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Never sate shame cooling so long upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a satisfaction in revenge,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And heaven has made it here a sin to wish it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hark you Sir!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh y'ave undone me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Cruelly undone me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have lost my peace and reputation by you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, pardon me, I can never love you more. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What language call you this Sirs?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Truth my Lord, I've seldom heard a stranger—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> He is a man of a most curious valour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondrous precise, and punctual in that virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> But why to me so punctual? my last thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was most intirely fixt on his advancement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, I came now to put him in possession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his fair fortunes: what a mis-conceiver 'tis!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from a Gentleman of our Chamber meerly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made him Vice-Admiral: I was setled in't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love him next to health: call him Gentlemen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why would not you, or you, ha' taken as much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never murmur'd? <span class="directline">[<i>Exit 1 Gent.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> Troth, I think we should, my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there's a fellow walks about the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would take a hundred of 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I hate you all for't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rather praise his high pitch'd fortitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though in extreams for niceness: now I think on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would I had never done't—Now Sir, where is he?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gentleman.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> His sute is only Sir, to be excus'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He shall not be excus'd, I love him dearlier:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say we intreat him; goe, he must not leave us <span class="directline">[<i>Exit two Gentlemen.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">So virtue bless me, I ne'er knew him paralell'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, he's more precious to me now, than ever.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Gentlemen, and</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> With much fair language w'ave brought him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thanks——Where is he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> Yonder Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Come forward man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Pray pardon me, I'm asham'd to be seen Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Was ever such a touchie man heard of?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prethee come nearer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> More into the light?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put not such cruelty into your requests my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First to disgrace me publickly, and then draw me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into mens eye-sight, with the shame yet hot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my reputation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What disgrace, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> What?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as there can be no forgiveness for,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I can find in honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> That's most strange, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Yet I have search'd my bosom to find one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrestled with my inclination,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But 'twill not be: would you had kill'd me Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With what an ease had I forgiven you then!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to endure a stroke from any hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under a punishing Angel, which is justice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honor disclaim that man, for my part chiefly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it been yet the malice of your sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though it had cleft me, 't had been noble to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You should have found my thanks paid in a smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had fell unworded; but to shame me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the correction that your horse should have,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were you ten thousand times my royal Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot love you never, nor desire to serve you more.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If your drum call me, I am vowed to valour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But peace shall never know me yours agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I've lost mine own, I speak to dye Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would you were gracious that way to take off shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the same swiftness as you pour it on:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since it is not in the power of Monarchs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a Gentleman, which is a substance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only begot of merit, they should be careful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to destroy the worth of one so rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which neither they can make; nor lost, repair. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Y'ave set a fair light Sir before my judgement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which burns with wondrous clearness; I acknowledge it,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And your worth with it: but then Sir, my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love—what gone agen?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> And full of scorn, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> That language will undoe the man that keeps it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows no diff'rence 'twixt contempt and manhood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your love to goodness, Gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me not lose him long: how now?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Huntsman.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hunts.</i> The game's at height my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Confound both thee and it: hence break it off;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hates me brings me news of any pleasure:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt not such a conflict since I cou'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distinguish betwixt worthiness and bloud. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the two Brothers, 1 Gentleman, with those that -were the Masquers, and the</i> Cupid. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> <span class="fauxcap">I</span> <span class="smcap">heartily</span> commend your project, Gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas wise and virtuous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> 'Twas for the safety<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of precious honour Sir, which near bloud binds us to:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He promis'd the poor easie fool there, marriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a good Maiden-head lost i'th' belief on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beshrew her hasty confidence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh no more, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You make her weep agen; alas poor <i>Cupid</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall she not shift her self?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Oh by no means Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We dare not have her seen yet, all the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She keeps this shape, 'tis but thought device,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she may follow him so without suspition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see if she can draw all his wild passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To one point only, and that's love, the main point:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So far his Highness grants, and gave at first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large approbation to the quick conceit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which then was quick indeed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> You make her blush insooth.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> I fear 'tis more the flag of shame, than grace Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> They both give but one kind of colour, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be bashfulness in that kind taken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is the same with grace; and there she weeps agen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In truth y'are too hard, much, much too bitter Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless you mean to have her weep her eyes out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To play a <i>Cupid</i> truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Come ha' done then:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We should all fear to sin first; for 'tis certain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When 'tis once lodg'd, though entertain'd in mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It must be wept out, if it e'er come forth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Now 'tis so well, I'll leave you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Faithfully welcome, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go <i>Cupid</i> to your charge; he's your own now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he want love, none will be blam'd but you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cu.</i> The strangest marriage, and unfortunat'st Bride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever humane memory contain'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot be my self for't. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Clown.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh Gentlemen?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> How now, Sir, what's the matter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> His melancholly passion is half spent already,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then comes his angry fit at the very tail on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then comes in my pain, gentlemen; h'as beat me e'en to a<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cullis. I am nothing, right worshipful, but very pap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And jelly: I have no bones, my body's all one business,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They talk of ribs and chines most freely abroad i'th' world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, I have no such thing; who ever lives to see me dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentlemen, shall find me all mummie good to fill Gallipots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And long dildo glasses: I shall not have a bone to throw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At a dog.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> Alas poor vassal; how he goes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> Oh Gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am unjoynted, do but think o' that:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My breast is beat into my maw, that what I eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am fain to take't in all at mouth with spoons;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lamentable hearing; and 'tis well known, my belly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is driven into my back.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I earn'd four Crowns a month most dearly Gentlemen,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And one he must have when the fit's upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Privy-purse allows it, and 'tis thriftiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would break else s[o]me forty pounds in Casements,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in five hundred years undo the Kingdom:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have cast it up to a quarrel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> There's a fellow kickt about Court, I would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had his place, brother, but for one fit of his indignation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> And suddainly I have thought upon a means for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> I prethee how?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> 'Tis but preferring, Brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This stockfish to his service, with a Letter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of commendations, the same way he wishes it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then you win his heart: for o' my knowledge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has laid wait this half year for a fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That will be beaten, and with a safe conscience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We may commend the carriage of this man in't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now servants he has kept, lusty tall feeders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they have beat him, and turn'd themselves away:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now one that would endure, is like to stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And get good wages of him; and the service too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is ten times milder, Brother, I would not wish it else.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the fellow has a sore crush'd body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the more need he has to be kick'd at ease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I sweet Gentlemen, a kick of ease, send me to such a Master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> No more I say, we have one for thee, a soft footed Master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One that wears wooll in's toes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh Gentlemen, soft garments may you wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft skins may you wed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as plump as pillows, both for white and red.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now will I reveal a secret to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since you provide for my poor flesh so tenderly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has hir'd meer rogues out of his chamber window,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To beat the Soldier, Monsieur <i>Shamont</i>'s Brother:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> That nothing concerns us, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> For no cause, Gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless it be for wearing Shoulder-points,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With longer taggs than his.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Is not that somewhat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Birlakin Sir, the difference of long taggs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has cost many a man's life, and advanc'd other some,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Come follow me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> See what a gull am I:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh every man in his profession;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know a thump now as judiciously,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the proudest he that walks, I'll except none;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come to a tagg, how short I fall! I'm gone <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lapet. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I have been ruminating with my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What honor a man loses by a kick:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why; what's a kick? the fury of a foot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose indignation commonly is stampt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the hinder quarter of a man:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is a place very unfit for honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world will confess so much:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then what disgrace I pray, does th[a]t part surfer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where honor never comes, I'de fain know that?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This being well forc'd, and urg'd, may have the power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To move most Gallants to take kicks in time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spurn out the duelloes out o' th' kingdom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they that stand upon their honor most,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they conceive there is no honor lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As by a Table that I have invented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that purpose alone, shall appear plainly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which shews the vanity of all blows at large.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with what ease they may be took of all sides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Numbring but twice o'er the Letters patience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From <i>C. P.</i> to <i>E.</i> I doubt not but in small time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see a dissolution of all bloud-shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the reform'd <i>Kick</i> do but once get up:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For what a lamentable folly 'tis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If we observe't, for every little justle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is but the ninth part of a sound thump,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In our meek computation, we must fight forsooth, yes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I kill, I'm hang'd; if I be kill'd my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dye for't also: is not this trim wisdom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now for the <i>Con</i>, a ma[n] may be well beaten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet pass away his fourscore years smooth after:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had a Father did it, and to my power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not be behind him.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh well met.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Now a fine <i>punch</i> or two, I look for't duly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I've been to seek you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Let me know your Lodging, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll come to you once a day, and use your pleasure, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I'm made the fittest man for thy society:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll live and dye with thee, come shew me a chamber;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no house but thine, but only thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's fit to cover me: I've took a blow, sirrah.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I would you had indeed: why, you may see, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll all come to't in time, when my Book's out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Since I did see thee last, I've took a blow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Pha Sir, that's nothing: I ha' took forty since.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> What? and I charg'd thee thou shouldst not?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I Sir, you might charge your pleasure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they would give't me, whether I would or no.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh, I walk without my peace, I've no companion now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prethee resolve me, for I cannot aske<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man more beaten to experience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than thou art in this kind, what manner of blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is held the most disgraceful, or distasteful?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou dost only censure 'em by the hurt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not by the shame they do thee: yet having felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abuses of all kinds, thou may'st deliver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though't be by chance, the most injurious one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> You put me to't, Sir; but to tell you truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They're all as one with me, little exception.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> That little may do much, let's have it from you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> With all the speed I may, first then, and foremost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hold so reverently of the <i>Bastinado</i>, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if it were the dearest friend i'th' world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'de put it into his hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Go too, I'll pass that then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Y'are the more happy, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would I were past it too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But being accustom'd to't. It is the better carried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Will you forward?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Then there's your <i>souce</i>, your <i>wherit</i> and your <i>dowst</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Tugs</i> on the hair, your <i>bob</i> o'th' lips, a whelp on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ne'er could find much difference: Now your <i>thump</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing deriv'd first from your Hemp-beaters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Takes a mans wind away, most spitefully:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's nothing that destroys a Collick like it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For't leaves no wind i'th' body.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> On Sir, on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Pray give me leave, I'm out of breath with thinking on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> This is far off yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> For the <i>twinge</i> by th' nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis certainly unsightly, so my [Table] says,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But helps against the head-ach, wond'rous strangely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Is't possible?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Oh your <i>crush'd nostrils</i> slakes your <i>opilation</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And makes your pent powers flush to wholsome sneezes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I never thought there had been half that virtue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a wrung nose before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Oh plenitude, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now come we lower to our <i>modern Kick</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which has been mightily in use of late,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since our young men drank <i>Coltsfoot</i>: and I grant you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis a most scornful wrong, cause the foot plays it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mark agen, how we that take't, requite it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the like scorn, for we receive it backward;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can there be a worse disgrace retorted?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> And is this all?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> All but a <i>Lug by th' ear</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or such a trifle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Happy sufferer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this is nothing to the wrong I bear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the worst disgrace, thou never felt'st yet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is so far from thee tho[u] canst not think on't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor dare I let thee know, it is so abject.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I would you would though, that I might prepare for't<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I shall ha't at one time or another:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If't be a <i>thwack</i>, I make account of that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's no new fashion'd swap that e'er came up yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I've the first on 'em, I thank 'em for't.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Lady and Servants.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Hast thou enquir'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Serv.</i> But can hear nothing, Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> If there be but so much substance in thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a shelter for a man disgrac'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hide my departure from that glorious woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That comes with all perfection about her:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So noble, that I dare not be seen of her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since shame took hold of me: upon thy life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No mention of me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I'll cut out my tongue first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before I'll loose my life, there's more belongs to't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lad.</i> See there's a Gentleman, enquire of him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Ser.</i> For Monsieur <i>Shamont</i>, Madam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lad.</i> For whom else, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Serv.</i> Why, this fellow dares not see him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lad.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Serv.</i> <i>Shamont</i>, Madam?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His very name's worse than a Feaver to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he cries, there's nothing stills him sooner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madam, your Page of thirteen is too hard for him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas try'd i'th' wood-yard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lad.</i> Alas poor grieved Merit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is become of him? if he once fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virtue shall find small friendship: farewel then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Ladies worths, for any hope in men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He lov'd for goodness, not for Wealth, or Lust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After the world's foul dotage, he ne'er courted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The body, but the beauty of the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing which common courtship never thinks on:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All his affections were so sweet and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no hope for fame if he despair.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exit Lady and Serv.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Clown. He kicks</i> Lapet. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Good morrow to you agen most heartily, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cry you mercy, I heard you not, I was somewhat busie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> He takes it as familiarly, as an Ave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or precious salutation: I was sick till I had one,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Because I am so us'd to't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> However you deserve, your friends and mine, here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give you large commendations i'this Letter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They say you will endure well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I'de be loath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To prove 'em liers: I've endur'd as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As mortal pen and ink can set me down for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Say you me so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I know and feel it so, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have it under Black and White already;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I need no Pen to paint me out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> He fits me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hits my wishes pat, pat: I was ne'er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In possibility to be better mann'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he's half lam['d] already, I see't plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But take no notice on't, for fear I make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rascal proud, and dear, to advance his wages;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First, let me grow into particulars with you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have you endured of worth? let me hear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Marry Sir, I'm almost beaten blind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> That's pretty well for a beginning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But many a Mill-horse has endur'd as much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Shame o'th' Millers heart for his unkindness then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Well Sir, what then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I've been twice thrown down stairs, just before supper.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Puh, so have I, that's nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I but Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was yours pray before supper?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> There thou posest me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I marry, that's it, 't had been less grief to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I but fill'd my belly, and then tumbled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to be flung down fasting, there's the dolour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> It would have griev'd me, that indeed: proceed Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> I have been pluck'd and tugg'd by th' hair o'th' head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About a Gallery, half an Acre long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Yes, that's a good one, I must needs confess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A principal good one that, an absolute good one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have been trode upon, and spurn'd about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never tugg'd by th' hair, I thank my fates.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh 'tis a spiteful pain.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Peace, never speak on't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For putting men in mind on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> To conclude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm bursten Sir: my belly will hold no meat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> No? that makes amends for all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Unless 't be puddings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or such fast food, any loose thing beguiles me, I'm ne'er the better for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Sheeps-heads will stay with thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> Yes Sir, or Chaldrons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Very well sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your bursten fellows must take heed of surfets:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strange things it seems, you have endur'd;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> Too true Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> But now the question is, what you will endure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hereafter in my service?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> Anything<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shall be reason Sir, for I'm but froth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much like a thing new calv'd, or come more nearer Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y'ave seen a cluster of Frog-spawns in <i>April</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'en such a starch am I, as weak and tender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a green woman yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Now I know this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will be very gently angry with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kick thee carefully.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh I, sweet Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Peace, when thou art offer'd well, lest I begin now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your friends and mine have writ here for your truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll pass their words themselves, and I must meet 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Then have you all: <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">As for my honesty, there is no fear of that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have ne'er a whole bone about me. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Musick. Enter the passionate Cosin, rudely, and carelesly apparrell'd, -unbrac'd, and untruss'd. The</i> Cupid <i>following</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> Think upon love, which makes all creatures handsome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seemly for eye-sight; goe not so diffusedly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are great Ladies purpose Sir to visit you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Grand plagues, shut in my casements, that the breaths<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of their Coach-mares reek not into my nostrils;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those beasts are but a kind of bawdy fore-runners.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> It is not well with you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you speak ill of fair Ladies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Fair mischiefs, give me a nest of Owls and take 'em;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy is he, say I, whose window opens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a brown Bakers chimney, he shall be sure there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear the Bird sometimes after twilight:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a fine thing 'tis methinks to have our garments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sit loose upon us thus, thus carelesly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is more manly, and more mortifying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we're so much the readier for our shrouds:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For how ridiculous wer't, to have death come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take a fellow, pinn'd up like a Mistriss!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About his neck a Ruff, like a pinch'd Lanthorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which School-boys make in winter; and his doublet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So close and pent, as if he fear'd one prison<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not be strong enough, to keep his soul in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But's Tailor makes another:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trust me; (for I know't when I lov'd <i>Cupid</i>,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He does endure much pain, for the poor praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a neat sitting suit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> One may be handsome, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet not pain'd, nor proud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> There you lie <i>Cupid</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As bad as <i>Mercury</i>: there is no handsomness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But has a wash of Pride and Luxury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you go there too <i>Cupid.</i> Away dissembler,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou tak'st the deeds part, which befools us all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Arrow heads shoot out sinners: hence away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after thee I'll send a powerful charm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall banish thee for ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> Never, never,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am too sure thine own. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22">Pas. Sings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Hence all you vain Delights,</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> -<span class="i4"><i>As short as are the nights,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Wherein you spend your folly,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>There's nought in this life sweet,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>If man were wise to see't</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i16"><i>But only melancholly,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i16"><i>Oh sweetest melancholly.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Welcome folded Arms, and fixed Eyes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>A sigh that piercing mortifies,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>A look that's fastened to the ground,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>A tongue chain'd up without a sound.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Fountain heads, and pathless Groves,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Places which pale passion loves:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Moon-light walks, when all the Fowls</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Are warmly hous'd, save Bats and Owls;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i16"><i>A mid-night Bell, a parting groan,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i16"><i>These are the sounds we feed upon;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Nothing's so dainty sweet, as lovely melancholly.</i> <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter at another door</i> Lapet, <i>the</i> Cupid<i>'s Brothers -watching his coming</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> So, so, the Woodcock's ginn'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep this door fast brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> I'll warrant this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> I'll goe incense him instantly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know the way to't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Will't not be too soon think you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make two fits break into one?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Pah, no, no; the tail of his melancholy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is always the head of his anger, and follows as close,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the Report follows the powder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> This is the appointed place, and the hour struck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I can get security for's truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll never mind his honesty, poor worm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I durst lay him by my wife, which is a benefit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which many Masters ha' not: I shall ha' no Maid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now got with child, but what I get my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that's no small felicity: in most places<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'are got by th' Men, and put upon the Masters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shall I be resisted when I strike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he can hardly stand; these are great blessings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I want my food, deliver me a Varlet. <span class="directline">[<i>Within.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How now, from whence comes that?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I am allow'd a carkass to insult on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where's the villain?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> He means not me I hope.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> My maintenance rascals; my bulk, my exhibition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>[L]ap.</i> Bless us all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What names are these? Would I were gone agen.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>The passionate man enters in fury with a Truncheon.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16">He Sings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>A curse upon thee for a slave,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Art thou here, and heardst me rave?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Fly not sparkles from mine eye,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>To shew my indignation nigh?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Am I not all foam, and fire,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>With voice as hoarse as a Town-crier?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>How my back opes and shuts together,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>With fury, as old mens with weather!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Could'st thou not hear my teeth gnash hither?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> No truly, Sir, I thought 't had been a Squirrel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaving a Hazel-nut.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Death, Hell, Fiends, and darkness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will thrash thy maungy carkass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Oh sweet Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> There cannot be too many tortures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spent upon those louzie Quarters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Hold, oh. <span class="directline">[<i>Falls down for dead.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Thy bones shall rue, thy bones shall rue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12">Sings again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Thou nasty, scurvy, mongril Toad,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Mischief on thee;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Light upon thee,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>All the plagues</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>That can confound thee</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Or did ever raign abroad:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Better a thousand lives it cost,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Than have brave anger spilt or lost.</i> <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> May I open mine eyes yet, and safely peep:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I'll try a groon first—oh—Nay then he's gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was no other policy but to dy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would ha' made me else. Ribs are you sore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was ne'er beaten to a tune before.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the two Brothers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> <i>Lapet.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Agen? <span class="directline">[<i>Falls again.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Look, look, he's flat agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stretched out like a Coarse, a handful longer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than he walks, trust me brother. Why <i>Lapet</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hold my life we shall not get him speak now:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Monsieur <i>Lapet</i>; it must be a privy token,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If any thing fetch him, he's so far gone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We come to pass our words for your mans truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Oh Gentlemen y'are welcome: I have been thrash'd i' faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> How? thrash'd Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Never was Shrove-tuesday Bird<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So cudgell'd, Gentlemen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Pray how? by whom Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Nay, that I know not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Not who did this wrong?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Only a thing came like a Walking Song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> What beaten with a Song?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Never more tightly, Gentlemen:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such crotchets happen now and then, methinks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that endures well, of all waters drinks. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont's <i>Brother, the Soldier, and 1 Gentleman</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> <span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">es</span>, yes, this was a Madman, Sir, with you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A passionate Mad-man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> Who would ha' lookt for this, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> And must be priviledg'd: a pox priviledge him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was never so dry beaten since I was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by a litter of rogues, meer rogues, the whole twenty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not above [nine] elbows amongst 'em all too:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the most part of those left-handed rascals,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The very vomit, Sir, of Hospitals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bridewels, and Spittle-houses; such nasty smellers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if they'd been unfurnish'd of Club-Truncheons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They might have cudgell'd me with their very stinks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was so strong, and sturdy: and shall this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This filthy injury, be set off with madness?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> Nay, take your own blouds counsel, Sir, hereafter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll deal no further in't: if you remember,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not come to blows, when I advis'd you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> No, but I ever said, 'twould come to something,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And 'tis upon me, thank him: were he kin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all the mighty Emperors upon earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has not now in life three hours to reckon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I watch but a free time.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Your noble brother, Sir, I'll leave you now. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Soldier, I would I could perswade my thoughts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From thinking thee a brother, as I can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My tongue from naming on't: thou hast no friend here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fortune and thy own strength, trust to them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Sold.</i> How? what's the incitement, sir?]<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Treachery to virtue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy treachery, thy faithless circumvention:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has Honor so few daughters, never fewer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must thou aim thy treachery at the best?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very front of virtue, that blest Lady? the Dukes Sister?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Created more for admirations cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than for loves ends; whose excellency sparkles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More in Divinity, than mortal beauty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as much difference 'twixt her mind and body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As 'twixt this earths poor centre, and the Sun:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And could'st thou be so injurious to fair goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once to attempt to court her down to frailty?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or put her but in mind that there is weakness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sin, and desire, which she should never hear of?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wretch, thou'st committed worse than Sacriledge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the attempting on't, and ought'st to dye for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I rather ought to do my best, to live, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Provoke me not; for I've a wrong sits on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes me apt for mischief; [I] shall lose<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> -<span class="i0">All respects suddainly of friendship, Brother-hood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any sound that way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> But 'ware me most;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I come with a two-edg'd injury;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both my disgrace, and thy apparent falshood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which must [b]e dangerous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I courted her, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love starve me with delays, when I confess it not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> There's nothing then but death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can be a pennance fit for that confession.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> But far from any vitious taint.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vice is a mighty stranger grown to courtship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> Nay, then the fury of my wrong light on thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gentleman, and others.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> Forbear, the Duke's at hand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, hard at hand, upon my reputation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sold.</i> I must do something now. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex. Sold.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I'll follow you close Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> We must intreat you must not; for the Duke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desires some conference with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Let me go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As y'are Gentlemen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> Faith we dare not Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Dare ye be false to honor, and yet dare not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do a man justice? give me leave—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Good sweet Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">H'as sent twice for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Is this brave, or manly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I prethee be conform'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Death—<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> Peace, he's come in troth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh have you betraid me to my shame afresh?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How am I bound to loath you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Shamont</i>, welcome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sent twice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> But my Lord, he never heard on't.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Pray pardon him, for his falseness, I did Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both times; I'd rather be found rude, than faithless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I love that bluntness dearly: h'as no vice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But is more manly than some others virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lets it out only for shew or profit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Will't please you quit me, Sir, I've urgent business?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Come, you're so hasty now, I sent for you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a better end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> And if it be an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better or worse, I thank your goodness for't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I've ever kept that bounty in condition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thankfulness in bloud, which well becomes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Prince and Subject, that where any wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bears my impression, or the hasty figure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my repented anger, I'm a Law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev'n to my self, and doom my self most strictly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Justice, and a noble satisfaction:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that, what you, in tenderness of honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conceive to be loss to you, which is nothing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But curious opinion, I'll restore agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although I give you the best part of <i>Genoa</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take to boot but thanks for your amends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh miserable satisfaction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten times more wretched than the wrong it self;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never was ill better made good with worse:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall it be said, that my posterity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall live the sole heir[es] of their fathers shame?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise their wealth and glory from my stripes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have provided nobly, bounteous Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my disgrace, to make it live for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out-lasting Brass or Marble:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is my fears construction, and a deep one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which neither argument nor time can alter:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I dare swear, I wrong your goodness in't Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the most fair intent on't, which I reverence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With admiration, that in you a Prince,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be so sweet and temperate a condition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To offer to restore where you may ruine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do't with justice, and in me a servant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So harsh a disposition, that I cannot<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive where I should honor, and am bound to't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I have ever had that curiosity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In bloud, and tenderness of reputation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such an antipathy against a blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot speak the rest: Good Sir discharge me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not fit that I should serve you more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor come so near you; I'm made now for privacy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a retir'd condition, that's my suit:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To part from Court for ever, my last suit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as you profess bounty, grant me that Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duk[e].</i> I would deny thee nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Health reward you, Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He's gone agen already, and takes hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of any opportunity: not riches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can purchase him, nor honors, peaceably,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And force were brutish: what a great worth's gone with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And but a Gentleman? well, for his sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll ne'er offend more, those I cannot make;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were his words, and shall be dear to memory.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say I desire to see him once agen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet stay, he's so well forward of his peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere pity to disturb him: he would groan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a soul fetch'd agen; and that were injury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I've wrong'd his degree too much already.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call forth the Gentlem[e]n of our chamber instantly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Serv.</i> I shall my Lord. <span class="directline">[<i>Within.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I may forget agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore will prevent: the strain of this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troubles me so, one would not hazard more.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gent, and divers others.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Your Will my Lord?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Yes; I discharge you all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Gent.</i> My Lord—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your places shall be otherwise dispos'd of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>4 Gent.</i> Why Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Reply not, I dismiss you all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y'are Gentlemen, your worths will find you fortunes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shall your farewell taxe me of ingratitude.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I'll give you all noble remembrances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As testimonies 'gainst reproach and malice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you departed lov'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3 Gen.</i> This is most strange, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> But how is your Grace furnish'd, these dismiss'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Seek me out Grooms.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men more insensible of reputation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less curious and precise in terms of honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if my anger chance let fall a stroke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we are all subject to impetuous passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet it may pass unmurmur'd, undisputed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not with braver fury prosecuted. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> It shall be done, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3 Gent.</i> Know you the cause, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Not I kind Gentlemen, but by conjectures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so much shall be yours when you please.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>4.</i> Thanks Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3 Gent.</i> We shall i'th mean time think our selves guilty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some foul fault, through ignorance committed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> No, 'tis not that, nor that way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>4 Gent.</i> For my part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall be dis-inherited, I know so much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Why Sir, for what?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>4 Gent.</i> My Sire's of a strange humor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He'll form faults for me, and then swear 'em mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And commonly the first begins with leachery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He knows his own youths trespass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Before you go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll come and take my leave, and tell you all Sirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>3 Gent.</i> Thou wert ever just and kind. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> That's my poor virtue, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And parcel valiant; but it's hard to be perfect:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The choosing of these fellows now will puzle me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Horribly puzle me; and there's no judgement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes true upon mans outside, there's the mischief:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must be touch'd, and try'd, for gold or dross;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no other way for't, and that's dangerous too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But since I'm put in trust, [I] will attempt it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duke shall keep one daring man about him.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Gallant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soft, who comes here? a pretty bravery this:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every one goes so like a Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis hard to find a difference, but by th' touch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll try your mettal sure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Why what do you mean Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Nay, and you understand it not, I do not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Yes, would you should well know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I understand it for a box o'th' ear Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And o'my troth, that's all I gave it for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> 'Twere best it be so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> This is a brave Coward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A jolly threat'ning Coward; he shall be Captain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, let me meet you an hour hence i'th' Lobby.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Meet you? the world might laugh at [me] then i'faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Ge.</i> Lay by your scorn and pride, they're scurvy qualities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And meet me, or I'll box you while I have you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And carry you gambril'd thither like a Mutton.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Nay, and you be in earnest, here's my hand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not fail you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Tis for your own good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Too much for your own good, Sir, a pox on you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> I prethee curse me all day long so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Hang you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> I'll make him mad: he's loth to curse too much to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed I never yet took box o'th' ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it redounded, I must needs say so—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Will you be gone?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gal.</i> Curse, curse, and then I goe.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look how he grins, I've anger'd him to th' kidneys. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> Was ever such a prigging coxcomb seen?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One might have beat him dumb now in this humor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he'd ha' grin'd it out still:<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a plain fellow.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, here's one made to my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks looks like a Craven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less pains will serve his trial: some slight justle.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plain.</i> How? take you that Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if that content you not—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Yes very well, Sir, I desire no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plain.</i> I think you need not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you have not lost by't. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Who would ha' thought this would have prov'd a Gentleman?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll never trust long chins and little legs agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll know 'em sure for Gentlemen hereafter:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gristle but in shew, but gave his cuff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such a fetch, and reach of gentry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if h' had had his arms before the floud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have took a villanous hard taske upon me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I begin to have a feeling on't.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lapet, <i>and Clown his servant, and so habited</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, here comes a try'd piece, now, the reformed kick.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The millions of punches, spurns, and nips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he has endur'd! his buttock's all black Lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's half a <i>Negro</i> backward; he was past a <i>Spaniard</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Eighty eight, and more <i>Ægyptian</i> like;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Table and his Book come both out shortly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the cowards in the Town expect it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, if I fail of my full number now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall be sure to find 'em at Church corners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where <i>Dives</i>, and the suff'ring Ballads hang.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Well, since thou art of so mild a temper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of so meek a spirit, thou mayst live with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till better times do smile on thy deserts.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am glad I am got home again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I am happy in your service, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll keep me from the Hospital.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> So, bring me the last proof, this is corrected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I, y'are too full of your correction, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Look I have perfect Books within this half hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Yes Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Bid him put all the Thumps in <i>Pica Roman</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with great T's, (you vermin) as Thumps should be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Then in what Letter will you have your Kicks?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> All in <i>Italica</i>, your backward blows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All in <i>Italica</i>, you <i>Hermaphrodite</i>:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> -<span class="i0">When shall I teach you wit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh let it alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till you have some your self, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> You mumble?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> The victuals are lockt up;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm kept from mumbling. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> He prints my blows upon Pot Paper too, the rogue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which had been proper for some drunken Pamphlet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Monsieur <i>Lapet</i>? how the world rings of you, Sir!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your name sounds far and near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> A good report it bears, for an enduring name—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> What luck have you Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Why, what's the matter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I'm but thinking on't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I've heard you wish these five years for a place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now there's one fall'n, and freely without money too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And empty yet, and yet you cannot have't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> No? what's the reason? I'll give money for't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rather than go without Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> That's not it Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The troth is, there's no Gentleman must have it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Either for love or money, 'tis decreed so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was heartily sorry when I thought upon you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had you not been a Gentleman, I had fitted you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Who I a Gentleman? a pox I'm none, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How? why did you ever think I was?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> What? not a Gentleman?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I would thou'dst put it upon me i'faith;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not my Grand-father cry Cony-skins?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Father <i>Aquavitæ</i>? a hot Gentleman:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this I speak on, i' your time and memory too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a rich Uncle dy'd, and left me chattels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know all this so well too—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Pray excuse me, Sir, ha' not you Arms?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Yes, a poor couple here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That serve to thrust in wild-Fowl.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Heralds Arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Symbols of Gentry, Sir: you know my meaning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They've been shewn and seen.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> They have.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gen.</i> I fex have they.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Why I confess, at my wives instigation once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(As Women love these Heralds kickshawes naturally)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bought 'em: but what are they think you? puffs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Why, that's proper to your name being <i>Lapet</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is <i>La fart</i>, after the <i>English</i> Letter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> The Herald, Sir, had much adoe to find it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And can you blame him?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, 'tis the only thing that puzles the devil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> At last he lookt upon my name agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And having well compar'd it, this he gave me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The two Cholliques playing upon a wind Instrument.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> An excellent proper one; but I pray tell me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How does he express the Cholliques?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are hard things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> The Cholliques? with hot trenchers at their bellies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's nothing better, Sir, to blaze a Chollique.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And are not you a Gentleman by this Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> No, I disclaim't: no belly-ake upon earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall make me one: he shall not think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put his gripes upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wring out gentry so, and ten pound first.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the wind Instrument will make my wife one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her enjoy't, for she was a Harpers Grand-child:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Sir, for my particular, I renounce it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Or to be call'd so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I Sir, or imagin'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> None fitter for the place: give me thy hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> A hundred thousand thanks, beside a Bribe, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Yo[u] must take heed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thinking toward a Gentleman, now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Pish, I am not mad, I warrant you: nay, more Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If one should twit me i'th' teeth that I'm a Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twit me their worst, I am but one since <i>Lammas</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I can prove, if they would see my heart out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>[1] Gen.</i> Marry, in any case keep me that evidence.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Clown.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Here comes my Servant; Sir, <i>Galoshio</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Has not his name for nought, he will be trode upon:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What says my Printer now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Here's your last Proof, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have perfect Books now in a twinkling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> These marks are ugly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> He says, Sir, they're proper:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blows should have marks, or else they are nothing worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> But why a Peel-crow here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> I told 'em so Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A scare-crow had been better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How slave? look you, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not I say, this <i>Whirrit</i>, and this <i>Bob</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be both <i>Pica Roman</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> So said I, Sir, both <i>Picked Romans</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he has made 'em <i>Welch</i> Bills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indeed I know not what to make on 'em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Hay-day; a <i>Souse</i>, <i>Italica</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Yes, that may hold, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Souse</i> is a <i>bona roba</i>, so is <i>Flops</i> too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> But why stands <i>Bastinado</i> so far off here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Alas, you must allow him room to lay about him, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Why lies this <i>Spurn lower</i> than that <i>Spurn</i>, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Marry, this signifies one kick[t] down stairs, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other in a Gallery: I asked him all these questions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Your Books name?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prethee <i>Lapet</i> mind me, you never told me yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Marry but shall Sir: 'tis call'd the Uprising of the <i>kick</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the downfall of the <i>Duello</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Bring that to pass, you'll prove a happy member,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And do your Countrey service: your young blouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will thank you then, why they see fourscore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save my hundred Gentlemen a month by't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which will be very good for the private house.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Look you, your Table's finish'd, Sir, already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Why then behold my Master-piece: see, see, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here's all your Blows, and Blow-men whatsoever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set in their lively colours, givers, and takers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Troth wondrous fine, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Nay, but mark the postures,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The standing of the takers, I admire more than the givers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stand scornfully, most contumeliously, I like not them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh here's one cast into a comely Figure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> My Master means him there that's cast down headlong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How sweetly does this fellow take his <i>Dowst</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stoops like a <i>Cammel</i>, that Heroick beast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At a great load of Nutmegs; and how meekly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This other fellow here receives his <i>Whirrit</i>!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh Master, here's a fellow stands most gallantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taking his <i>kick</i> in private, behind the hangings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raising up his hips to't. But oh, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How daintily this man lies trampled on!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would I were in thy place, what e'er thou art:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How lovely he endures it!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> But will not these things, Sir, be hard to practice, think you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Oh, easie, Sir: I'll teach 'em in a Dance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> How? in a dance?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I'll lose my new place else,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What e'er it be; I know not what 'tis yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And now you put me in mind, I could employ it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your grace, specially: For the Dukes Cosin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is by this time in's violent fit of mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a device must be sought out for suddainly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To over-cloy the passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Say no more, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll fit you with my Scholars, new practitioners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Endurers of the time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Whereof I am one Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> You carry it away smooth; give me thy hand, Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the two Brothers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> <span class="fauxcap">H</span><span class="smcap">a</span>, ha, ha. <span class="directline">[<i>Within.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Hark, hark, how loud his fit's grown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Now let our Sister lose no time, but ply it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the power she has.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Her shame grows big, brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Cupid</i>'s shape will hardly hold it longer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twould take up half an Ell of <i>China</i> Damask more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all too little: it struts per'lously:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no tamp'ring with these <i>Cupids</i> longer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The meer conceit with Woman-kind works strong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> The laugh comes nearer now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere good we were not seen yet. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex. Bro.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Passion, and Base, his jester.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Ha, ha, ha,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was he bastinado'd to the life? ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I prethee say, Lord General, how did the rascals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entrench themselves?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Base.</i> Most deeply, politickly, all in ditches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> 'Tis thought he'll ne'r bear Arms [ith'] field agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has much ado to lift 'em to his head, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I would he had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> On either side round Truncheons plaid so thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Shoulders, Chines, nay Flanks were paid to th' quick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Well said Lord-General: ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> But pray how grew the diff'rence first betwixt you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> There was never any, Sir; there lies the jest man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only because he was taller than his brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's all my quarrel, to him; and methought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He should be beaten for't, my mind so gave me, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not sleep for't: Ha, ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another good jest quickly, while 'tis hot now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me not laugh in vain: ply me, oh ply me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you will answer't to my cosin Duke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> Alas, who has a good jest?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I fall, I dwindle in't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> Ten Crowns for a go[o]d jest: ha' you a good jest, Sir?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> A pretty moral one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> Let's ha't, what e'er it be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Serv.</i> There comes a <i>Cupid</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Drawn by six fools.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> That's nothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Help it, help it then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> I ha' known six hundred fools drawn by a <i>Cupid</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> I that, that, that's the smarter Moral: ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I begin to be Song-ripe methinks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> I'll sing you a pleasant Air Sir, before you ebb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18">SONG.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Oh how my Lungs do tickle! ha, ha, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Bas.</i> <i>Oh how my Lungs do tickle! oh, oh, ho, ho.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18">Pas. Sings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Set a sharp Jest</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Against my breast,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Then how my Lungs do tickle!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>As Nightingales,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>And things in Cambrick rails,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Sing best against a prickle,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Ha, ha, ha, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Ho, ho, ho, ho, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Laugh.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Laugh.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Laugh.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Laugh.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Wide.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Loud.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>And vary.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>A smile is for a simpering Novice.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>One that ne'er tasted Caveare.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Nor knows the smack of dear Anchovis.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>A gigling waiting wench for me,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That shews her teeth how white they be.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>A thing not fit for gravity,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For theirs are foul, and hardly three.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Ha, ha, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Ho, ho, ho.</i><br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. Democritus, <i>thou antient Fleerer,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>How I miss thy laugh, and ha' since</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>There you nam'd the famous Jeerer,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That ever jeer'd in</i> Rome, <i>or</i> Athens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Ha, ha, ha.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Ho, ho, ho.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>How brave lives he that keeps a fool,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Although the rate be deeper!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[B]as. <i>But he that is his own fool, Sir,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Does live a great deal cheaper.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Sure I shall burst, burst, quite break, thou art so witty.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>'Tis rare to break at Court, for that belongs to th' City.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pas. <i>Ha, ha, my spleen is almost worn to the last laughter.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bas. <i>Oh keep a corner for a friend, a jest may come hereafter.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Lapet <i>and</i> Clown, <i>and four other like fools, dancing, -the</i> Cupid <i>leading, and bearing his Table, and holding it -up to</i> Lapet <i>at every strain, and acting the postures</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Twinge all now, twinge I say.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">2 Strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Souse upon Souse.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">3 Strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Douses single.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">4 Strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Justle sides.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">5 Strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knee Belly.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">6 Strain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kicksee Buttock.<br /></span> -<span class="i45">7 Strain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Downderry.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Soldier</i>, Shamont<i>'s brother; his sword drawn</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sol.</i> Not angry Law, nor doors of Brass shall keep me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my wrongs expiation to thy Bowels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I return my disgrace; and after turn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My face to any death that can be sentenc'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Base.</i> Murder, oh murder, stop the murderer there—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> I am glad he's gone; h'as almost trode my guts out;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow him who list for me, I'll ha' no hand in't.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clo.</i> Oh 'twas your luck and mine to be squelch'd, Mr.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">H'as stamp'd my very Puddings into Pancakes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> Oh brothers, oh, I fear 'tis mortal: help, oh help,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm made the wretchedst woman by this accident,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever love beguil'd.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Brothers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> We are undone Brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our shames are too apparent: Away receptacle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Luxury, and dishonor, most unfortunate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make thy self but lucky to thy spoil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After thy Sexes manner: lift him up Brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He breaths not to our comfort, he's too wasted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever to cheer us more: A Chirurgeon speedily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence; the unhappiest that e'er stept aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She'll be a Mother, before she's known a Bride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cup.</i> Thou hadst a most unfortunate conception,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What e'er thou prov'st to be; in midst of mirth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes ruine, for a welcome, to thy birth. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4><i>Scæna Secunda.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> This is a beautiful life now; privacy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweetness and the benefit of Essence:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see there is no man, but may make his Paradice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it is nothing but his love, and dotage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the worlds foul joyes, that keeps him out on't:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he that lives retir'd in mind, and spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is still in Paradice, and has his innocence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Partly allow'd for his companion too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as stands with justice: here no eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shoot their sharp pointed scorns upon my shame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know no terms of reputation here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No punctual limits, or precise dimensions:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plain down-right honesty is all the beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And elegancy of life, found amongst Shepheards;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For knowing nothing nicely, or desiring it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quits many a vexation from the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With which our quainter knowledge does abuse us;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The name of envy is a stranger here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dries mens blouds abroad, robs Health and Rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why here's no such fury thought on: no, nor falshood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That brotherly disease, fellow-like devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That plays within our bosom, and betrays us.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gent.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Oh are you here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> <i>La Nove</i>, 'tis strange to see thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I ha' rid one horse to death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find you out, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I am not to be found of any man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That saw my shame, nor seen long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Good, your attention:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You ought to be seen now, and found out, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever you desire before your ending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To perform one good office, nay, a dear one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mans time can hardly match it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Be't as precious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As reputation; if it come from Court<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not hear on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> You must hear of this, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Must?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> You shall hear it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I love thee, that thou'lt dye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Twere nobler in me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than in you living: you will live a murderer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you deny this office.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Even to death, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Why then you'll kill your brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> Your Brother, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear witness heaven, this man destroys his Brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he may save him, his least breath may save him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can there be wilfuller destruction?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was forc'd to take a most unmanly wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above the suff'ring virtue of a Soldier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has kill'd his injurer, a work of honor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which, unless you save him, he dies speedily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My conscience is discharg'd, I'm but a friend,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> -<span class="i0">A Brother should go forward where I end. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Dyes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say he be naught, that's nothing to my goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ought to shine through use, or else it loses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glorious name 'tis known by: he's my brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet peace is above bloud: Let him go; I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where's the nobleness of affection then?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That must be car'd for too, or I'm imperfect,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same bloud that stood up in wrath against him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in his misery, runs all to pity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'd rather dye than speak one syllable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To save my self, but living as I am,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's no avoiding on't, the worlds humanity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expects it hourly from me: curse of fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took my leave so well too: Let him dye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis but a brother lost; so pleasingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swiftly I came off, 'twere more than irksomness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tread that path agen; and I shall never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depart so handsomely: but then where's posterity?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The consummation of our house and name?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'm torn in pieces betwixt love and shame. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - - -<h4><i>Scæna Tertia.</i></h4> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lapet, Clown, Poultrot, Moulbazon, <i>and -others, the new Court Officers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Good morrow fellow <i>Poltrot</i>, and <i>Moulbazon</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good morrow fellows all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pol.</i> Monsieur <i>Lapet</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Look, I've remembred you, here's books apiece for you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Moul.</i> Oh Sir, we dearly thank you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> So you may:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's two impressions gone already, Sirs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pol.</i> What no? in so short a time?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> 'Tis as I tell you, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Kick sells gallantly, I thank my stars.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> So does your Table; you may thank the Moon too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> 'Tis the Book sells the Table.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> But 'tis the Bookseller<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That has the money for 'em, I'm sure o' that.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> 'Twill much enrich the Company of Stationers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis thought 'twill prove a lasting benefit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the <i>Wise Masters</i>, and the <i>Almanacks</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hundred <i>Novels</i>, and the Book of <i>Cookery</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they begin already to engross it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make it a Stock-book, thinking indeed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill prove too great a benefit, and help,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For one that's new set up: they know their way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make him Warden, e'r his beard be gray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Moul.</i> Is't possible such virtue should lye hid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in so little Paper?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How? why there was the Carpenter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An unknown thing; an odoriferous Pamphlet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet no more Paper, by all computation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than <i>Ajax Telamon</i> would use at once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Herring prov'd the like, able to buy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another <i>Fishers</i> Folly, and your <i>Pasquil</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went not below the mad-caps of that time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall my elaborate <i>Kick</i> come behind, think you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Yes, it must come behind, 'tis in <i>Italica</i> too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">According to your humor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Not in sale, Varlet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> In sale, Sir? it shall sail beyond 'em all I tro.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> What have you there now? oh Page 21.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> That Page is come to his years, he should be a Serving man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Mark how I snap up the <i>Duello</i> there:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One would not use a dog so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must needs say; but's for the common good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Nay Sir, your Commons seldom fight at sharp,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But buffet in a Warehouse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> This will save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a Gentleman of good bloud from bleeding, Sirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a curse from many a Barber-Surgeon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'd give but too much money to call't in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn to Page 45. see what you find there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Oh, out upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Page 45. that's an old thief indeed.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke, the Lady his Sister, 1 Gent.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> The Duke, clap down your Books; away <i>Galoshio</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Clow.</i> Indeed I am too foul to be i' th' presence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They use to shake me off at the chamber door still. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Good my Lord, grant my suit: let me not rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the comfort on't: I have not often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been tedious in this kind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Sister, you wrong your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those great virtues that your Fame is made of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To waste so much breath for a murderers life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lad.</i> You cannot hate th' offence more than I do, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor the offender, the respect I owe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto his absent brother, makes me a suitor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A most importunate Sister, make me worthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of this one request.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I am deaf<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To any importunacy, and sorry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your forgetfulness; you never injur'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your worth so much, you ought to be rebuk'd for't:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pursue good ways, end as you did begin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis half the guilt to speak for such a sin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> This is loves beggery right, that now is ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Ladies love, and cannot shew their powers. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Du.</i> <i>La Nove?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> My Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Are these our new Attendants?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> We are my Lord, and will endure as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As better men, my Lord, and more I trust.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What's he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> My Lord, a decay'd Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That will do any service.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> A decay'd one?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> A renounc'd one indeed: for this place only.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> We renounce him then; go, discharge him instantly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that disclaims his gentry for meer gains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man's too base to make a vassal on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> What says the Duke?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 [Gent.]</i> Faith little to your comfort, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must be a Gentleman agen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> There's no remedy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> Marry, the fates forefend: ne'r while I breathe, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> The Duke will have it so, there's no resisting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He spy'd it i' your forehead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> My wife's doing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thought she should be put below her betters now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And su'd to ha' me a Gentleman agen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And very likely, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marry, I'll give you this comfort when all's done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll never pass but for a scurvy one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's all the help you have: come shew your pace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lap.</i> The heaviest Gentleman that e'er lost place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear witness, I am forc'd to't. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Though you have a courser Title yet upon you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than those that left your places, without blame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis in your power to make your selves the same:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot make you Gentlemen, that's a work<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rais'd from your own deservings, merit, manners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in-born virtue does it. Let your own goodness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make you so great, my power shall make you greater;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more t'encourage you, this I add agen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's many Grooms, now exact Gentlemen.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Methinks 'tis strange to me to enter here:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there in nature such an awful power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To force me to this place? and make me do this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is mans affection stronger than his Will?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His resolution? was I not resolv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never to see this place more? Do I bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within my breast one bloud that confounds th' other?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bloud of Love, and Will, and the last weakest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I ten Millions, I would give it all now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I were but past it, or 'twould never come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I shall never do't, or not do't well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But spoil it utterly betwixt two passions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder's the Duke himself, I will not do't now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had twenty lives their several sufferings in him. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who's that went out now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pol.</i> I saw none my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Nor you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Moul.</i> I saw the glimpse of one my Lord.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What e'er it was, methought it pleas'd me strangely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And suddenly my joy was ready for't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did you not mark it better?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pol. & Moul.</i> Troth my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We gave no great heed to't.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> 'Twill not be answer'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It brings me hither still; by main force hither:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Either I must give over to profess humanity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I must speak for him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> 'Tis here agen:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No marvel 'twas so pleasing, 'tis delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worth it self, now it appears unclouded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> My Lord—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turns away from me: by this hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am ill-us'd of all sides: 'tis a fault<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fortune ever had t'abuse a goodness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Methought you were saying somewhat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Mark the Language,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As coy as fate; I see 'twill ne'er be granted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> We little look'd in troth to see you here yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Not till the day after my brother's death, I think.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Sure some great business drew you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> No insooth, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only to come to see a brother dye, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may learn to go too; and if he deceive me not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think he will do well in't of a soldier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Manly, and honestly: and if he weep then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall not think the worse on's manhood for't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because he's leaving of that part that has it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Has slain a noble Gentleman, think on't, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I would I could not, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Our kinsman too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> All this is but worse, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> When 'tis at worst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet seeing thee, he lives.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> My Lord—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe it as thy bliss, he dies not for't:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Will this make satisfaction for things past?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh my Lord—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Will it? speak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> With greater shame to my unworthiness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Rise then, we're even: I never found it harder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep just with a man: my great work's ended.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew your brother's pardon was your suit, Sir.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How ever your nice modesty held it back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> I take a joy now, to confess it, Sir.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter 1 Gent.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> My Lord—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hear me first, Sir, what e'er your news be:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set free the Soldier instantly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> 'Tis done, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> In effect: 'twas part of my news too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's fair hope of your noble kinsman's life, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What sayst thou?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> And the most admired change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That living flesh e'r had; he's not the man my Lord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death cannot be more free from passions, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than he is at this instant: he's so meek now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He makes those seem passionate, was never thought of:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for he fears his moods have oft disturb'd you, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's only hasty now for his forgiveness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here behold him, Sir.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Passion, the</i> Cupid, <i>and two Brothers</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Let me give thanks first: our worthy Cosin—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Your unworthy trouble, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For which, with all acknowledg'd reverence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask your pardon; and for injury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More known and wilful, I have chose a wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without your counsel, or consent, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> A wife? where is she, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> This noble Gentlewoman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> How?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Whose honor my forgetful times much wrong'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> He's madder than he was.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> I would ha' sworn for him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> The <i>Cupid</i>, Cosin?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pas.</i> Yes, this worthy Lady, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Still worse and worse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Bro.</i> Our Sister under pardon, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Bro.</i> Which shape Love taught her to assume.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Is't truth then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Gent.</i> It appears plainly now, below the waste, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> <i>Shamont</i>, didst ever read of a She-<i>Cupid</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Never in fiction yet: but it might hold, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For desire is of both Genders.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Dukes Sister.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Make that good here: <span class="directline">[<i>He joyns</i> Shamont's <i>hand</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">I take thee at thy word, Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>and his Sisters</i>.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> Oh my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love would appear too bold, and rude from me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honour and admiration are her rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her goodness is my Saint, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y'are both too modest to bestow your selves:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll save that virtue still, 'tis but my pains: come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It shall be so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sham.</i> This gift does but set forth my poverty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Sir, that which you complain of, is my riches.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Shamont's <i>brother the Soldier</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Soldier, now every noise sounds peace, th'art welcome.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sol.</i> Sir, my repentance sues for your blest favour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which once obtain'd, no injury shall lose it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll suffer mightier wrongs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Rise, lov'd and pardon'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For where Hope fail'd, nay Art it self resign'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou'st wrought that cure, which skill could never find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor did there cease, but to our peace extend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never could wrongs boast of a nobler end. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>EPILOGUE.</h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">O</span><span class="smcap">ur</span> Poet bid us say for his own part,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He cannot lay too much forth of his Art:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But fears our over-acting passions may,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>As not adorn, deface his labour'd Play,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Yet still he's resolute, for what is writ</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of Nicer valour, and assumes the wit:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But for the Love-Scænes which he ever meant</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cupid <i>in's Peticoat should represent,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He'll stand no shock of censure; the Play's good,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He says he knows it, (if well understood.)</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>But we (blind god) beg, if thou art Divine,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Thou'lt shoot thy Arrows round, this Play was thine.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>Mr. <i>Francis Beaumonts</i> Letter to <i>Ben. Johnson</i>, -written before he and Mr. <i>Fletcher</i> came to -<i>London</i>, with two of the precedent Comedies -then not finish'd, which deferr'd their merry -meetings at the <i>Mermaid</i>.</h2> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The Sun which doth the greatest comfort bring</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To absent friends, because the self-same thing</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>They know they see however absent, is,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here our best Hay-make[r] forgive me this,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>It is our Countreys stile. In this warm shine,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I l[y]e and dream of your full Mermaid Wine.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Oh we have water mixt with Claret Lees,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Drink apt to bring in dryer Heresies</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Than Beer, good only for the Sonnets strain,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With fustian Metaphors to stuff the brain,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So mixt, that given to the thirstiest one,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Twill not prove Alms, unless he have the stone:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I think with one draught mans invention fades,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Two Cups had quite spoil'd</i> Homers Illiads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Tis Liquor that will find out</i> Sutcliff's <i>wit,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Lye where he will, and make him write worse yet;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Fil'd with such moisture in most grievous qualms;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Did</i> Rob[ert] Wisdom <i>write his Singing Psalms;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And so must I do this, and yet I think</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>It is a potion sent us down to drink,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>By special Providence keeps us from fights,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Makes us not laugh, when we make legs to knights.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our States,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A Medicine to obey our Magistrates</i>:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For we do live more free than you, no hate,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>No envy at one anothers</i> [happy] <i>State</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Moves us, we are all equal every whit:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of Land that God gives men here is their wit:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If we consider fully, for our best,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And gravest men will with his main house jest,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Scarce please you; we want subtilty to do</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The City tricks, lye, hate, and flatter too:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here are none that can bear a painted show,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Strike when you winch, and then lament the blow:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who like Mills set the right way for to grind,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Can make their gains alike with every wind:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Only some fellows with the subtil'st pate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Amongst us, may perchance equivocate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>At selling of a Horse, and that's the most.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Methinks the little wit I had is lost</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Since I saw you, for Wit is like a Rest</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Held up at Tennis, which men do the best,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With the best gamesters: what things have we seen,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Done at the</i> Mermaid! <i>heard words that have been</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So nimble, and so full of subtil flame,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>As if that every one from whence they came,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And had resolv'd to live a fool, the rest</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of his dull life; then when there hath been thrown</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Wit able enough to justifie the Town</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For three days past, wit that might warrant be</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For the whole City to talk foolishly</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Till that were cancell'd, and when that was gone,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We left an Air behind us, which alone,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Was able to make the two next Companies</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Right witty; though but downright fools, more wise.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>When I remember this, and see that now</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The Countrey Gentlemen begin to allow</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My wit for dry bobs, then I needs must cry,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I see my days of Ballating grow nigh;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I can already Riddle, and can Sing</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>[Ca]tches, sell bargains, and I fear shall bring</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My self to speak the hardest words I find,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Over, as oft as any, with one wind,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That takes no medicines: But one thought of thee</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Makes me remember all these things to be</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The wit of our young men, fellows that show</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>No part of good, yet utter all they know:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who like trees of the Guard, have growing souls.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Only strong destiny, which all controuls,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I hope hath left a better fate in store,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For me thy friend, than to live ever poor,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Banisht unto this home; fate once again</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Bring me to thee, who canst make smooth and plain</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The way of Knowledge for me, and then I,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who have no good but in thy company,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Protest it will my greatest comfort be</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To acknowledge all I have to flow from thee</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ben. <i>when these</i> Scænes <i>are perfect, we'll taste wine;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I'll drink thy Muses health, thou shalt quaff mine</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>The Honest Man's -Fortune.<br /> - -A TRAGI-COMEDY.</h2> - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Persons represented in the Play."> - <caption>The Persons represented in the Play.</caption> - - <tr> - <td>Duke of <i>Orleans, a spleenful detracting Lord</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Earl of <i>Amiens</i>, - <i>Brother-in-law to</i> Orleans, <i>a noble accomplish'd Gentleman, servant to</i> Lamira.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mountague, <i>an honest Lord</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Du-boys,</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl"><i>Two faithful followers of</i> Mountague.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Longueville,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Voramer, <i>the loving and loyal Page of</i> Mountague.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>La Verdine, <i>a knavish Courtier</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>La Poop, <i>a foisting Captain</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mallicorn, <i>a sharking Citizen</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two Lawyers.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two Creditors.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Officers.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Servants.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">WOMEN.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Duchess of <i>Orleans</i>, - <i>a virtuous Lady, and chaste, (but suspected) wife to the Duke</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lamira, <i>a modest Virgin, and a Lady, rich and noble</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Charlotte, Lamira's <i>Woman</i>.</td> - </tr> -</table></div> - - - -<p class="directcenter">The Scene France.</p> - -<p class="directcenter">The Principal Actors were -</p> - - -<div class="poetry-center"><ul><li><i>Nathan Field</i>,</li> -<li><i>Rob. Benfield</i>,</li> -<li><i>Emanuel Read</i>,</li> -<li><i>Joseph Taylor</i>,</li> -<li><i>Will. Eglestone</i>,</li> -<li><i>Thomas Basse</i>.</li> -</ul></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter the Duke of</i> Orleance, <i>and the Earl of</i> Amiens, -<i>at several doors</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Amiens.</i> <span class="fauxcap">M</span><span class="smcap">orrow</span>, my Lord of <i>Orleans</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> You salute me like a stranger; brother <i>Orleance</i> -were to me a Title more belonging, whom you call the Husband -of your Sister.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Would the circumstances of your brotherhood had -never offer'd cause to make our conversation less familiar: I -meet you like a hindrance in your way: your great Lawsuit -is now upon the tongue, and ready for a judgement.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Came you from the Hall now?</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Without stay; the Court is full, and such a press -of people does attend the issue, as if some great man were -brought to his arraignment.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Every mothers son of all that multitude of hearers, -went to be a witness of the misery your Sisters fortunes must -have come to, if my adversary who did love her first, had -been her Husband.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> The success may draw a testimony from them, to -confirm the same opinion, but they went prepar'd with no -such hope or purpose.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> And did you intreat the number of them, that are -come with no such hope or purpose.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Tush, your own experience of my heart can answer -ye.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> This doubtful, makes me clearly understand your -disposition.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> If your cause be just,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish you a conclusion like your cause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I can have any common charity to such a Prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a friend I would expect a love to prosper in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without exceptions such a love as might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make all my undertakings thankful to't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Precisely just is seldom faithful in our wishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To another mans desires: Farewel. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Orl.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Montague <i>having a Purse</i>, Duboys, Longueville, -<i>and</i> Voramer <i>the Page, with two Caskets</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Here comes your adversarie's brother-in-law.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> The Lord of <i>Amiens</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> From the Hall I think.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I did so: save your Lordship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mount.</i> That's a wish my Lord, as courteous to my present state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ever honest mind was thankful for;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For now my safety must expose it self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To question: yet to look for any free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hearty salutation (Sir) from you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would be unreasonable in me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Why?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Your Sister is my adversarie's wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nearness needs must consequently draw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your inclination to him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I will grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him all the nearness his alliance claims,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet be nothing less impartial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord of <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Lord of <i>Montague</i> yet:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But (Sir) how long the dignity or state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belonging to it will continue, stands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon [t]he dangerous passage of this hour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Either for evermore to be confirm'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or like the time wherein 'twas pleaded, gone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gone with it, never to be call'd again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Justice direct your process to the end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To both your persons my respect shall still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be equal; but the righteous cause is that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which bears my wishes to the side it holds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, ever may it prosper. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Amiens.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Then my thanks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are proper to you, if a man may raise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A confidence upon a lawful ground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no reason to be once perplex'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With any doubtful motion, <i>Longue[v]ille</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Lord of <i>Amiens</i>, (didst observe him?) has<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A worthy nature in him.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Either 'tis his nature or his cunning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> That's the vizard of most mens actions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose dissembled lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do carry only the similitude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of goodness on 'em: but for him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honest [b]ehaviour makes a true report,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What disposition does inhabit him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Essential virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Then 'tis pity that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Injurious <i>Orleans</i> is his brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> He is but his brother-in-law.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Law? that's as bad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> How is your Law as bad? I rather wish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hangman thy Executor than that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equivocation should be ominous.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Lawyers, and two Creditors.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Some of your Lawyers—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> What is ominous?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> Let no distrust trouble your Lordships thought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> The evidences of your question'd Land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ha' not so much as any literal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advantage in 'em to be made against<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Title.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> And your Council understands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The business fully.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> Th'are industrious, just.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> And very confident.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> Your state endures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A voluntary trial; like a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose honors are maliciously accus'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> The accusation serves to clear his cause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> And to approve his truth more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> So shall all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your adversarie's pleadings strengthen your<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Possession.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> And be set upon record<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To witness the hereditary right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of you and yours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Law.</i> Courage, you have the law.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> And you the profits.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> If discouragement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could work upon me, your assurances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would put me strongly into heart again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I was never fearful: and let fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceive my expectation, yet I am<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepared against dejection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cre.</i> So are we.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Cre.</i> We have received a comfortable hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all will speed well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> What is he <i>Duboys</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> A Creditor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I thought so, for he speaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if he were a partner in his state.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Sir, I am largely indebted to your loves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> More to their purses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>M[o]nt.</i> Which you shall not lose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cred.</i> Your Lordship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> That's another creditor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cred.</i> Has interest in me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> You have more of him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cred.</i> And I have had so many promises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From these, and all your learned Counsellors;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How certainly your cause will prosper: that—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> You brought no Serjeants with you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> To attend his ill success.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Good Sir, I will not be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unthankful either to their industries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or your affections.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> All your Land (my Lord)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is at the barr now, give me but ten Crowns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll save you harmless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Take him at his word;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he does lose, you're sav'd by miracle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I never knew a Lawyer yet undone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> Then now you shall, Sir, if this prospers not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Sir, I beseech you do not force your voice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To such a loudness, but be thrifty now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preserve it till you come to plead at bar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will be much more profitable in<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The satisfaction than the promise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> Is not this a satisfaction to engage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My self for this assurance, if he—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> No Sir, my ruin never shall import<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anothers loss, if not by accident,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that my purpose is not guilty of:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You [are] engag'd in nothing but your care. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex. Law.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Attend the Procurator to the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Observe how things incline, and bring me word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I dare not, Sir, if I be taken there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine ears will be in danger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why? hast thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Committed something that deserves thine ears?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> No, but I fear the noise; my hearing will be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perished by the noise; 'tis as good 't want<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[A member, as to loose the use—]<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> The ornament is excepted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Well my Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll put 'em to the hazard. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Long.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cred.</i> Your desires be prosperous to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Cred.</i> Our best Prayers wait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your fortune. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt</i> Cred.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> For your selves, not him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Thou canst not blame 'em: I am in their debts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> But had your large expence (a part whereof<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You owe 'em) for unprofitable Silks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Laces, been bestowed among the poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That would have prayed the right way for you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not upon you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> For unprofitable Silks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Laces? now believe me honest boy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'ast hit upon a reprehension that belongs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> By —— my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had not so unmannerly a thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reprehend you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why I love thee for't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine own acknowledgement confirms thy words:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For once I do remember, comming from<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The Mercers, where my Purse had spent it self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On those unprofitable toys thou speak'st of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man half naked with his poverty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did meet me, and requested my relief:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wanted whence to give it, yet his eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoke for him, those I could have satisfied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some unfruitful sorrow, (if my tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not have added rather to his grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than eas'd it) but the true compassion that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should have given I had not: this began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me think how many such mens wants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vain superfluous cost I wore upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My outside would have clothed, and left my self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A habit as becomming: to increase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This new consideration there came one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clad in a garment plain and thrifty, yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As decent as these fair dear follies; made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if it were of purpose to despise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vanity of shew: his purse had still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The power to do a charitable deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Yet your inclination, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deserv'd no less to be commended, than his action.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Prethee do not flatter me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that intends well, yet deprives himself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of means, to put his good thoughts into deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceives his purpose of the due reward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That goodness merits: oh antiquity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy great examples of Nobility<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are out of imitation, or at least<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So lamely follow'd, that thou art as much<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before this age in virtue, as in time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Sir, it must needs be lamely followed, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chiefest men love to follow it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are for the most part cripples.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Who are they?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Soldiers, my Lord, soldiers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> 'Tis true <i>Duboys</i>: but if the law disables me no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Noble actions, than good purposes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll practice how to exercise the worth<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Commended to us by our ancestors;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor neglected soldier shall command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me from a Ladies Courtship, and the form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll study shall no more be taught me by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Taylor, but the Scholar; that expence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hitherto has been to entertain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th' intemperate pride and pleasure of the taste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall fill my Table more to satisfie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And less to surfeit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What an honest work it would be; when we find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Virgin in her poverty, and youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inclining to be tempted, to imploy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much perswasion, and as much expence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep her upright, as men use to do upon her falling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> 'Tis charity that many Maids will be unthankful for,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some will rather take it for a wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To buy 'em out of their inheritance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thing that they were born to.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Longueville. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> <i>Longueville</i>, thou bringst a chearful promise in thy face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There stands no pale report upon thy cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give me fear or knowledge of my loss, 'tis red and lively.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How proceeds my suit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> That's with leave, Sir, a labour that to those of <i>Hercules</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May add another; or (at least) be call'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An imitation of his burning shirt:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'twas a pain of that [un]merciful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perplexity, to shoulder through the throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of people that attended your success:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sweaty linnen fixt upon my skin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still as they pull'd me, took that with it; 'twas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fear I should have left my flesh among 'em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I was patient, for (methought) the toil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might be an emblem of the difficult<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And weary passage to get out of Law.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to make up the dear similitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I was forth seeking my handkerchief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wipe my sweat off, I did find a cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me sweat more, for my Purse was lost<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Among their fingers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> There 'twas rather found.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> By them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> I mean so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Well, I will restore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy damage to thee: how proceeds my suit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L[o]ng.</i> Like one at Brokers; I think forfeited.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your promising Counsel at the first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put strongly forward with a labour'd speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such a violence of pleading, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Fee in Sugar-candy scarce will make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His throat a satisfaction for the hurt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He did it, and he carried the whole cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before him, with so clear a passage, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people in the favour of your side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cried <i>Montague, Montague</i>: in the spight of him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That cryed out silence, and began to laugh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your adversaries advocate to scorn:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who like a cunning Footman set me forth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such a temperate easie kind of course<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To put him into exercise of strength,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And follow'd his advantages so close,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That when your hot mouth'd pleader thought h' had won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before he reacht it, he was out of breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the other stript him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> So all is lost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> But how I know not; for, (methought) I stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confounded with the clamour of the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like one embark'd upon a storm at Sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the tempestuous noise of Thunder mixt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With roaring of the billows, and the thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imperfect language of the Sea-men, takes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His understanding and his safety both<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together from him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Thou dost bring ill news.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Of what I was unwilling to have been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first reporter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Didst observe no more?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> At least no better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Then th'art not inform'd<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> -<span class="i0">So well as I am; I can tell thee that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will please thee, for when all else left my cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My very adversaries took my part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> —Whosoever told you that, abused you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Credit me, he took my part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all forsook me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Took it from you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes I mean so, and I think he had just cause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take it, when the verdict gave it him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> His Spirit would ha' sunk him, e'r he could<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have carried an ill fortune of this weight so lightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Nothing is a misery, unless our weakness apprehend it so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We cannot be more faithful to our selves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any thing that's manly, than to make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ill fortune as contemptible to us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it makes us to others.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lawyers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Here come they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose very countenances will tell you how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Contemptible it is to others.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> The Sir of Knighthood may be given him, e'r<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They hear you now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Good Sir but a word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> How soon the loss of wealth makes any man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grow out of knowledge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Let me see, I pray, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never stood you upon the Pillory?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> The Pillory?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Oh now I know you did not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y'ave ears, I thought ye had lost 'em; pray observe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here's one that once was gracious in your eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> Oh my Lord, have an eye upon him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> But ha' you ne'er a Counsel to redeem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Land yet from the judgement?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Law.</i> None but this, a Writ of error to remove the -cause.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> No more of error, we have been in that too much -already.</p> - -<p><i>2 Law.</i> If you will reverse the judgement, you must -trust to that delay.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Delay? indeed he's like to trust to that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With you has any dealing.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>2 Law.</i> E'r the Law proceeds to an <i>Habere facias possessionem</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> That's a language Sir, I understand not.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Th'art a very strange unthankful fellow to have -taken Fees of such a liberal measure, and then give a man -hard words for's money.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Law.</i> If men will hazard their salvations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What should I say? I've other business.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Y'are i'th' right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's it you should say, now prosperity has left me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Creditors.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cred.</i> Have an eye upon him; if<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We lose him now, he's gone for ever; stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dog him: I'll go fetch the Officers.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Dog him you Bloud-hound: by this point thou -shalt more safely dog an angry Lion, than attempt him.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> What's the matter?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Do but stir to fetch a Serjeant; and besides your loss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of labour, I'll have you beaten, till<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those casement in your faces be false lights.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Falser than those you sell by.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Who gave you Commission to abuse my friends -thus?</p> - -<p><i>Lon.</i> Sir, are those your friends that would betray you?</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> 'Tis to save themselves rather than betray me.</p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> Your Lordship makes a just construction of it.</p> - -<p><i>2 Cred.</i> All our desire is but to get our own.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Your wives desires and yours do differ then.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> So far as my ability will go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have satisfaction <i>Longeville</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> And leave your self neglected; every man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is first a debtor to his own demands, being honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> As I take it, Sir, I did<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not entertain you for my Counselor.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Counsel's the office of a servant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the master falls upon a danger; as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defence is; never threaten with your eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are no cockatrices; do you hear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talk with [a] Girdler, or [a] Mill'ner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He can inform you of a kind of men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That first undid the profit of those trades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By bringing up the form of carrying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their <i>Morglays</i> in their hands: with some of those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man may make himself a priviledge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ask a question at the prison gates<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without your good permission.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Cred.</i> By your leave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Stay Sir, what one example since the time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That first you put your hat off to me, have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You noted in me to encourage you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this presumption? by the justice now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thine own rule, I should begin with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should turn thee away ungratified<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all thy former kindness, forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou ever didst me any service: 'tis not fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of being arrested, makes me thus incline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To satisfy you; for you see by him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lost not all defences with my state;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The curses of a man to whom I am<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beholding terrify me more, than all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The violence he can pursue me with.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Duboys</i>, I did prepare me for the worst;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These two small Cabinets do comprehend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sum of all the wealth that it hath pleased<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adversity to leave me, one as rich<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As th'other, both in Jewels; take thou this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as the Order put within it shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Direct thee, distribute it half between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those Creditors, and th' other half among<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My servants: for (Sir) they are my Creditors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well as you are, they have trusted me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their advancement: if the value fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To please you all, my first increase of means<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall offer you a fuller payment; be content<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To leave me something, and imagine that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You put a new beginner into credit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cred.</i> So prosper our own blessings, as we wish you to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">your merit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Are you[r] silences of discontent, or of sorrow?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Sir, we would not leave you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Do but suffer us to follow you, and what our present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">means, or industries hereafter can provide, shall serve you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Oh desire me not to live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To such a baseness, as to be maintained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By those that serve me; pray begone, I will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defend your honesties to any man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shall report you have forsaken me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray begone. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Servants and Creditors.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Why, dost thou weep my boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I do not bid thee go to[o]?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> No, I weep (my Lord) because I would not go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fear you will command me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> No my child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not; that would discommend th' intent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all my other actions: thou art yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unable to advise thy self a course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should I put thee to seek it; after that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must excuse, or at the least forgive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any [un]charitable deed that can be done against my self.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Every day (my Lord) I tarry with you, I'll account<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A day of blessing to me; for I shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have so much less time left me of my life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I am from you: and if misery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Befall you (which I hope so good a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was never born to) I will take my part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make my willingness increase my strength<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bear it. In the Winter I will spare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine own cloth[e]s from my self to cover you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the Summer, carry some of yours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ease you: I'll doe any thing I can.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why, thou art able to make misery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ashamed of hurting, when thy weakness can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both bear it, and despise it: Come my boy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will provide some better way for thee<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Than this thou speakst of: 'tis the comfort that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[Ill] fortune has undone me into the fashion:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For now in this age most men do begin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep but one boy, that kept many men. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Orleans, a Servant, his Lady following.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Where is she? call her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> I attend you Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Your friend sweet Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> What friend, good my Lord?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Your <i>Montague</i>, Madam, he will shortly want<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those Courtly graces that you love him for;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The means wherewith he purchased this, and this;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all his own provisions to the least<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proportion of his feeding, or his clothes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came out of that inheritance of land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he unjustly lived on: but the law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has given me right in't, and possession; now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt perceive his bravery vanish, as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Jewell does from thee now, and these Pearls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To him that owes 'em.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lady.</i> Ye are the owner Sir of every thing that does -belong to me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> No, not of him, sweet Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> O good [God]!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> But in a while your mind will change, and be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ready to disclaim him; when his wants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And miseries have perish'd his good face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And taken off the sweetness that has made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him pleasing in a womans understanding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> O Heaven, how gratious had Creation been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To women, who are born without defence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If to our hearts there had been doors through which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our husbands might have lookt into our thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made themselves undoubtfull.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Made 'em mad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> With honest women.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Thou dost still pretend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A title to that virtue: prethee let<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy honesty speak freelie to me now.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Thou know'st that <i>Montague</i>, of whose Land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I [a]m the master, did affect thee first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should have had thee, if the strength of friends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not prevail'd above thine own consent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have undone him; tell me how thou dost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Consider his ill fortune and my good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> I'll tell you justly his undoing is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An argument for pity and for tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all their dispositions that have known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honor and the goodness of his life:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet that addition of prosperity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which you have got by't, no indifferent man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will malice or repine at, if the Law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not abused in't; howsoever since<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have the upper fortune of him, 'twill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be some dishonor to you to bear your self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With any pride or glory over him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> This may be truely spoken, but in thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is not honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Yes, so honest, that I care not if the chast <i>Penelope</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were now alive to hear me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Amiens.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Who comes there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> My brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> Save ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Now Sir, you have heard of prosperous <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> No Sir, I have heard of <i>Montague</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of your prosperity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Is he distracted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> He does bear his loss with such a noble strength<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of patience that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had fortune eyes to see him, she would weep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For having hurt him, and pretending that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shee did it but for triall of his worth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hereafter ever love him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I perceive you love him, and because (I must confess)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He does deserve that though for some respects,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not given him that acknowledgement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in mine honor I did still conclude to use him nobly.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> Sir, that will become your reputation and make me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">grow proud of your alliance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I did reserve the doing of this friendship till I had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fortunes at my mercy, that the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May tell him 'tis a willing courtesie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> This change will make me happy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> 'Tis a change; thou shalt behold it: then observe me when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That <i>Montague</i> had possession of my Land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was his rivall, and at last obtain'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Lady who, by promise of her own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affection to him, should ha' bin his wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had her, and withheld her like a pawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till now my Land is rend'red to me again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since it is so, you shall see I have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The conscience not to keep her—give him her— <span class="directline">[<i>draws.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>For by the faithfull temper of my sword, she shall not tarry -with me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> Give me way— <span class="directline">[<i>draws.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Thou most unworthy man—give me way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or by the wrong he does the Innocent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll end thy misery and his wickedness, together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Stay and let me justifie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My husband in that, I have wrong'd his bed. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Am. Orl.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Orleans in amazement, the servants following him.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never—all shames that can afflict me fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon me if I ever wrong'd you;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Didst thou not confess it;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> 'Twas to save your blood from shedding, that has<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn'd my brothers edge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that beholds our thoughts as plainely as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our faces, knowes it, I did never hurt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honesty but by accusing it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Womens consents are sooner credited<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than their denials: and I'll never trust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her body that prefers any defence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the safety of her honor—here<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Servant.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Show forth that stranger—give me not a word.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Thou seest a danger readie to be tempted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Cast that upon me rather than my shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I am now dying I will vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I am honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Put her out of dores; but that I fear my land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May go again to <i>Montague</i>, I would kill thee, I am loth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a beggar of him that way; or else—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go now you have the liberty of flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you may put it to a double use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One for your pleasure, th'other to maintain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your wellbeloved, he will want. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Lady.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">In such a charitable exercise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The virtue will excuse you for the vice. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Orleans.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Amiens drawn, Montague, Veramor meeting.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> What means your Lordship?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> For the love of [God].<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> Thou hast advantage of me, cast away this buckler.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> So he is Sir, for he lives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With one that is undone—avoyd us boy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> I'll first avoid my safety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Rapier shall be button'd with my head, before it touch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">my Master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> <i>Montague?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> You know my sister?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> For a whore?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> You lye, and shall lie lower if you dare abuse her honor.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lady.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> I am honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> Honest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Upon my faith I am.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> What did then p[e]rsuade thee to condemn thy self?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Your safety.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Am.</i> I had rather be expos'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To danger, than dishonor; th'ast betray'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reputation of my familie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More basely by the falseness of that word,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Than if thou hadst delivered me asleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the hands of base enemies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Relief will never make thee sensible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy disgraces; let thy wants compell thee to it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> O I am a miserable woman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why Madam? are you utterly without means to relieve you?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>La.</i> I have nothing Sir, unless by changing of these cloaths -for worse, and then at last the worst for nakedness.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Stand off boy, nakedness would be a change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To please us Madam, to delight us both.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> What nakedness Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why the nakedness of body Madam, we were Lovers once.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Never dishonest Lovers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Honestie has no allowance now to give our selves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> Nor you allowance against honestie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I'll send my Boy hence, opportunitie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall be our servant, come and meet me first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With kisses like a stranger at the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then invite me nearer to receive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A more familiar inward wellcome; where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead of tapers made of Virgins wax<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Th'increasing flames of our desires shall light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Us to a banquet: and before the taste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be dull with satisfaction, I'll prepare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nourishment compos'd of every thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bears a naturall friendship to the blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that shall set another edge upon 't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else between the courses of the feast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll dallie out an exercise of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever as one appetite expires another may succeed it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La.</i> O my Lord, how has your nature lost her worthiness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When our affections had their liberty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our kisses met as temperatelie as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hands of sisters, or of brothers, that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our bloods were then as moving; then you were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So noble, that I durst have trusted your<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embraces in an opportunity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent enough to serve a ravisher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet come from you—undishonor'd—how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You think me altered, that you promise your<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Attempt success I know not; but were all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweet temptations that deceive us set<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this side, and [on] that side all the waiters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These neither should p[e]rsuade me, nor these force.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Then misery may waste your body.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Yes, but lust shall never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I have found you still as uncorupted as I left you first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Continue so; and I will serve you with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much devotion as my word, my hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or purse can show you; and to justifie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That promise, here is half the wealth I have,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take it, you owe me nothing, till you fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From virtue, which the better to protect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have bethought me of a present means:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me the Letter; this commends my Boy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the service of a Lady, whose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free goodness you have bin acquainted with, <i>Lamira</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Sir I know her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Then believe her entertainment will be noble to you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My boy shall bring you thither: and relate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your manner of misfortune if your own<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Report needs any witness: so I kiss your hand good Lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir, I know not how to promise, but I cannot be -unthankfull.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> All that you can implore in thankfulness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be yours, to make you the more prosperous.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farwell my boy,—I am not yet oppress'd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Lady Vere.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Having the power to helpe one that's distress'd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Secundi. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Longaville and Dubois.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> <span class="fauxcap">W</span><span class="smcap">hat</span> shall we do now: swords are out of use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And words are out of credit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> We must serve.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L[o]ng.</i> The means to get a service will first spend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our purses; and except we can allow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our selves an entertainment, service will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neglect us; now 'tis grown into a doubt<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Whether the Mr. or the servants gives the countenance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Then fall in with Mistresses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> They keep more servants now (indeed) than men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet the age is grown so populous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those attendants, that the women are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grown full too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> What shall we propound our selves?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I'll think on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Do; Old occupations have too many setters up to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">prosper, some uncommon trade would thrive now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Wee'll e'en make up some half a dozen proper men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And should not we get more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all your female sinners?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> If the house be seated as it should be privately.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I, but that would make a multitude of witches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Witches? how prethee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Thus the bauds would all turn witches to revenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves upon us, and the women that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come to us, for disguises must wear beards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that's they say, a token of a witch.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> What shall we then do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> We must study on't<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With more consideration; stay <i>Duboyes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are not the Lord of <i>Orleans</i> and the Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Amiens</i> enemies?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Yes, what of that.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Methinks the factions of two such great men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should give a promise of advancement now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us that want it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Let the plot be thine, and in the enterprize I'll second thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I have it, we will first set down our selves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Method of a quarrell; and make choyce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of some frequented Tavern; or such a place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of common notice, to perform it in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By way of undertaking to maintain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The severall honors of those enemies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou for the Lord of <i>Orleans</i>; I for <i>Amiens</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> I like the project, and I think 'twill take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The better, since their difference first did rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his occasion whom we followed once.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> We cannot hope less after the report,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than entertainment or gratuity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet those are ends, I do not aim at most;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great spirits that are needy, and will thrive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must labour whiles such troubles are alive. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Laverdine and La-poope.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Slander is sharper than the sword. I have fed this -three dayes upon leaf <i>Tobacco</i>, for want of other Victuals.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> You have liv'd the honester Captain; but be not so -dejected, but hold up thy head, and meat will sooner fall i'thy -mouth.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> I care not so much for meat, so I had but good -liquor, for which my guts croak like so many Frogs for rain.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> It seems, you are troubled with the wind-Collick, -Captain, swallow a bullet: 'tis present remedy I'll assure you.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> A bullet? I'll tell you Sir, my panch is nothing but -a pile of bullets; when I was in any service I stood between -my Generall and the shot, like a mud-wall; I am all lead, from -the crown of the head to the soal of the foot, not a sound bone -about me.</p> - -<p><i>La[v].</i> It seems you have bin in terrible hot service Captain.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> It has ever bin the fate of the low Country wars to -spoil many a man, I ha' not bin the first nor shall not be the -last: but I'll tell you Sir, (hunger has brought it in to mind) -I served once at the Siege of <i>Braste</i>, 'tis memorable to this day, -where we were in great distress for victuals, whole troops fainted -more for want of food then for blood, and died, yet we were -resolved to stand it out; I my self was but then Gentleman of -a Company, and had as much need as any man, and indeed I -had perished had not a miraculous providence preserved me.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> As how good Captain?</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Marry Sir, e'en as I was fainting and falling down -for want of sustenance, the enemy made a shot at me, and -struck me full ith' paunch with a penny loaf.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Instead of a bullet!</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> In stead of a bullet.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> That was miraculous indeed; and that loaf sustained -you.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Nourished me or I had famished with the rest.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> You have done worthy acts being a soldier, and now -you shall give me leave to requite your tale, and to acquaint -you with the most notorious deeds that I have done being a -Courtier. I protest Captain I will lie no more than you -have done.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> I can indure no lies.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I know you cannot Captain, therefore I'll only tell -you of strange things: I did once a deed of charity for it self; -I assisted a poor widow in a sute, and obtained it, yet I protest -I took not a penny for my labor.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> 'Tis no such strange thing.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> By <i>Mars</i> Captain, but it is, and a very strange thing -too in a Courtier, it may take the upper hand of your penny -loaf for a miracle. I could ha' told you how many Ladyes -have languished for my love, and how I was once sollicited by -the mother, the daughter, and grand-mother; out of the least -of which I might have digg'd my self a fortune; they were all -great Ladyes, for two of them were so big I could hardly -embrace them: but I was sluggish in my rising courses, and -therefore let them pass; what means I had is spent upon such -as had the wit to cheat me; That wealth being gone, I have -only bought experience with it, with a strong hope to cheat -others; but see here comes the much declined <i>Montague</i>, who -had all the Manor houses, which were the body of his estate, -overthrowen by a great wind.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Montague, Mallicorne.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> How by a great wind? was he not overthrown by law?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Yes, marry was he: but there was terrible puffing -and blowing before he was overthrown, if you observ'd, and -believe it Captain, there's no wind so dangerous to a building -as a lawyers breath.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> What's he with him?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> An eminent Citizen, Mounsier <i>Mallicorne</i>, let's -stand a side and listen their design.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Sir, profit is the Crown of labor, it is the life, the -soul of the industrious Merchant, in it he makes his paradise, -and for it neglects Wife, Children, Friends, Parents, nay all the -world, and delivers up himself to the violence of storms, and to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> -be tos'd into unknown ayrs; as there is no faculty so perillous, -so there's none so worthy profitable.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Sir, I am very well possest of it, and what of my -poore fortunes remaines, I would gladly hazard upon the Sea: -it cannot deal worse with me than the Land, though it sink or -throw it in the hands of Pirats. I have yet five hundred pounds -left, and your honest and worthy acquaintance may make me a -young Merchant; th'one moity of what I have I would gladly -adventure.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> How adventure? you shall hazard nothing: you shall -only joyn with me in certain commodities that are safe arrived -unto the Key; you shall neither be in doubt of danger nor -dammage; But so much money disburst, so much receive; Sir, -I would have you conceive I pursue it not for any good your -money will do me, but meerly out of mine own freeness and -courtesie to pleasure you.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I can believe no less, and you express a noble -nature, seeking to build up a man so ruin'd as my self.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Captain here is subject for us to work upon if we -have wit; you hear that there is money yet left, and it is going -to be layd out in Rattels, Bels, Hobby-Horses, brown paper, or -some such like sale commodities; now it would do better in -our purses, upon our backs in good Gold-lace, and Scarlat, and -then we might pursue our projects, and our devices towards my -Lady <i>Annabella</i>; go to, there's a conceit newly landed, heark I -stand in good reputation with him, and therefore may the -better cheat him: Captain, take a few instructions from me.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> What monies I have is at your disposing, and upon -twelve I will meet you at the Pallace with it.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> I will there expect you, and so I take my leave. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> You apprehend me?</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Why do ye think I am a dunce?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Not a dunce Captain, but you might give me leave -to misdoubt that pregnancy in a Soldier, which is proper and -hereditary to a Courtier; but prosecute it, I will both second, -and give credit to it. Good Mounsier <i>Montague</i>, I would your -whole revenues lay within the circuit of mine armes, that I -might as easily bestow, or restore it unto you as my curtesie.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> My zealous wishes Sir, do accompany his for your -good fortunes.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Believe it Sir, our affection towards you is a strong -band of friendship.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> To which I shall most willingly seal. But believe -me Gentlemen in a broken estate, the bond of friendship oft is -forfeited, but that it is your free and ingenuous nature to renew it.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Sir, I will amply extend my self to your use, and am -very zealously afflicted as not one of your least friends for your -crooked fate; But let it not seise you with any dejection, you -have as I hear a sufficient competency left, which well disposed -may erect you as high in the worlds account as ever.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I cannot live to hope it, much less injoy it, nor is it -any part of my endeavor; my study is to render every man his -own, and to contain my self within the limits of a Gentleman.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I have the grant of an Office given me by some -noble favorites of mine in Court, there stands but a small matter -between me and it, if your ability be such to lay down the -present summ, out of the love I bear you, before any other man, -it shall be confirmed yours.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I have heard you often speak of such a thing; If it -be assur'd to you I will gladly deal in it: that portion I have, -I would not hazard upon one course, for I see the most certain -is incertain.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Having money Sir, you could not light upon men -that could give better direction; there is at this time a friend of -mine upon the Seas; to be plain with you, he is a pyrate, that -hath wrote to me to work his fredom, and by this Gentlemans -means, whose acquaintance is not small at Court; we have the -word of a worthy man for it, only there is some money to be -suddainly disburst, and if your happiness be such to make it up -you shall receive treble gain by it, and good assurance for it.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Gentlemen, out of the weakness of my estate you -seem (to have some knowledge of my brest) that wou'd if it -were possible advance my declined fortunes, to satisfie all men -of whom I have had credit, and I know no way better than -these which you propose; I have some money ready under my -command, some part of it is already promis'd, but the remainder -is yours to such uses as are propounded.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Appoint some certain place of meeting, for these -affaires require expedition.</p> - -<p><i>Mount.</i> I will make it my present business: at twelve, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> -am to meet <i>Mallicorne</i>, the Marchant at the Pallace, you know -him Sir, about some negotiation of the same nature, there I will -be ready to tender you that money, upon such conditions as we -shall conclude of.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> The care of it be yours, so much as the affair -concerns you.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Your caution is effectuall, and till then I take my leave.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Good Mr <i>Montague</i>. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>W[i]thin a clamor, down with their weapons.</i></p> -</div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Longavile, and Dubois, their swords drawn, -servants and others between them.</i></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>Ser.</i> Nay Gentlemen what mean you? pray be quiet, -have some respect unto the house.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> A treacherous slave.</p> - -<p><i>Du.</i> Thou dost revile thy self base <i>Longavile</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> I say thou art a villain, and a corrupt one, that hast -some seven years fed on thy masters trencher, yet never bredst -good blood towards him: for if thou hadst, thou'dst have a -sounder heart.</p> - -<p><i>Du.</i> So Sir, you can use your tongue something nimbler -than your sword.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Wou'd you cou'd use your tongue well of your -Master, friend you might have better imployment for your -sword.</p> - -<p><i>Du.</i> I say again, and I will speak it loud and often, that -<i>Orleans</i> is a noble Gentleman with whom <i>Amiens</i> is too light -to poyse the scale.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> He is the weaker for taking of a prayse out of -thy mouth.</p> - -<p><i>Du.</i> This hand shall seal his merit at thy heart.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Part them my masters, part them.</p> - -<p><i>Ser.</i> Part them Sir, why do you not part them, you stand -by with your sword in your hand, and cry part 'em.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Why you must know my friend my cloaths are -better than yours, and in a good suit, I do never use to part -any body.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> And it is discretion.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I marry is it Captain.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> <i>Dubois</i> though this place priviledge thee, know<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> -where next we meet, the blood which at thy heart flows -drops at thy feet.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Amience in haste, his sword drawn.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Du.</i> I would not spend it better than in this quarrell, and -on such a hazard.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> What uprore's this, must my name here be question'd -in Tavern brawls, and by affected Ruffins?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Not we indeed Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Du.</i> Fear cannot make me shrink out of your fury, though -you were greater than your name doth make you, I am one, -and the opposer; if your swoln rage have ought in malice to -inforce express it.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I seek thee not, nor shalt thou ever gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That credit, which a blow from me wou'd give thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By my —— I more detest that fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which took my part than thee, that he durst offer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take my honor in his feeble armes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spend it in a drinking room; which way went he?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> That way Sir, I wou'd you wou'd after; for I do -fear we shall have some more scuffling.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> [I]'ll follow him, and if my speed o'er take him, -I shall ill thank him, for his forwardness. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I am glad he's gone, for I doe not love to see a sword -drawn in the hand of a man that lookes so furious, there's no -jesting with edge tooles, how say you Captain?</p> - -<p><i>Cap.</i> I say 'tis better jesting than to be in earnest with them.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Orleance.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> How now? what's the difference? they say there -have bin swords drawn, and in my quarrell: let me know -that man, whose love is so sincere to spend his blood for my -sake, I will bounteously requite him.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> We were all of your side, but there he stands begun it.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> What's thy name?</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> <i>Duboyes.</i></p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Give me thy hand, [thou] hast received no hurt?</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Not any, nor were this body stuck full of wounds, -I should not count them hurts, being taken in so honorable -a cause as the defence of my most worthy Lord.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> The dedication of thy love to me requires my ample -bounty, thou art mine, for I do find thee made unto my purposes: -Mounsieur <i>Laverdine</i>, pardon my neglect I not observed -you, and how runs rumour?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Why, it runs my Lord like a foot-man without a -cloak, to show that what's once rumour'd it cannot be hid.</p> - -<p><i>Or[l].</i> And what say the rable, am not I the subject of -their talk?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Troth my Lord the common mouth speaks foul -words.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Of me, for turning away my wife, do they not?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Faith the men do a little murmure at it and say, -'tis an ill president in so great a man, marry the women -they rayl out right.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Out upon them rampallions. I'll keep my self safe -enough out of their fingers, but what say my pritty jolly -composed gallants that censure every thing more desperate -than it is dangerous; what say they?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Marry they are laying wagers, what death you shall -die; one offers to lay five hundred pounds; And yet he had -but a groat about him, & that was in two twopences too to -any man that wou'd make it up a shilling; that you were -kil'd with a Pistoll charg'd with white Powder; another offerd -to pawn his soul for five shillings, and yet no body wou'd take -him, that you were stab'd to death, and shou'd die with more -wounds than <i>Cæsar</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> And who shou'd be the Butchers that shou'd do it? -<i>Montague</i> and his associates?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> So 'tis conjectured.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> And believe it, sweet Prince, it is to be feared, -and therefore prevented.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> By turning his purpose on himself, were not that -the way?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> The most direct path for your safety. For where -doth danger sit more furious than in a desperate man?</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> And being you have declined his means, you have -increast his malice.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Besides the generall report that steems in every -mans breath, and stains you all over with infamy, that Time -the devourer of all things cannot eat out.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> I, for that former familiarity, which he had with -your Lady.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Men speak it as boldly as words of compliment; -good morrow, good even, or [God] save you Sir, are not more -usuall; if the word cuckold had been written upon your forehead -in great Capitall Letters, it could not have been dilated -with more confidence.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> He shall not sleep another night, I will have his -blood, though it be required at my hands again.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Your Lordship may, and without hazarding your -own person; here's a Gentleman in whose looks I see a resolution -to perform it.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Let his Lordship give me but his honorable word -for my life, I'll kill him as he walks.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Or pistoll him as he sits at meat.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Or at game.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Or as he is drinking.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Any way.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Wou't thou? call what is mine thine own, thy -reputation shall not be brought in question for it, much less -thy life; it shall be nam'd a deed of valour in thee, not -murder: Farewell. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> I need no more encouragement, it is a work I will -persuade my self that I was born to.</p> - -<p><i>Laver.</i> And you may persuade your self too that you shall -be sav'd by it, being that it is for his honorable Lordship.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> But you must yield me means, how, when and where.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> That shall be our tasks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay more, we will be agents with thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This hour we are to meet him, on the receipt of certain moneys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which indeed we purpose honestly to cheat him of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that's the main cause I wou'd have him slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who works with safety makes a double gain. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Longaville, Amiens following him.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Stay Sir, I have took some pains to overtake you.—Your -name is <i>Longaville</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> I have the word of many honest men for't, I crave -your Lordships pardon, your sudden apprehension on my steps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> -made me to frame an answer unwitting and unworthy your -respect.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Doe you know me?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Yes, my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> I know not you; nor am I well pleased to make -this time, as the affair now stands, the induction of your -acquaintance; you are a fighting fellow.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> How my Lord?</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> I think I too much grace you; rather you are a -fellow dares not fight, but spit and puffe and make a noyse, -whilst your trembling hand draws out your Sword, to lay it -upon andirons, stools or tables, rather than on a man.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Your honor may best speak this; yet —— with -little safety, if I thought it serious.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Come, you are a verie braggart, and you have given -me cause to tell you so: what weakness have you ever seen -in me to prompt your self, that I could need you help; or -what other reason[s] could induce you to it? you never yet -had a meals meat from my Table, nor as I remember from -my Wardrop any cast Suit.</p> - -<p><i>Lon.</i> 'Tis true, I never durst yet have such a servile spirit, -to be the minion of a full swoln Lord; but alwaies did detest -such slavery: a meals meat, or a cast Suit? I wou'd first eat -the stones, and from such rags the dunghils doe afford, pick -me a garment.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I have mistook the man, his resolute spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proclaimes him generous, he has a noble heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As free to utter good deeds as to act them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For had he not been right, and of one piece,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would have crumpled, curled, and struck himself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the shape of man into a shaddow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But prethee tell me, if no such fawning hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did lead thee on to hazard life for my sake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What was it that incited thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me; speak it without the imputation of a Sycophant.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Your own desert, and with it was joyn'd the -unfained friendship that I judged you ever held unto my -former Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> The noble <i>Montague</i>?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Yes, the noble and much injured <i>Montague</i>.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> To such a man as thou art, my heart shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Casket: I will lock thee up there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And esteem thee as a faithfull friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The richest Jewell that a man enjoyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And being thou didst follow once my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thy heart still dost, not with his fortunes casting him off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt go hand in hand with me, and share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well in my ability as love; 'tis not my end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gain men for my use, but a true friend. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duboys.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> There's no such thriving way to live in grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to have no sence of it; his back nor belly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall not want warming that can practise me mischief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I walk now with a full purse, grow high and wanton,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prune and briske my self in the bright shine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his good Lordships favours; and for what virtue?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fashioning my self a murderer.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O noble <i>Montague</i>, to whom I owe my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all my best thoughts, though my tongue have promis'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To exceed the malice of thy destiny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never in time of all my service knew I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a sin tempt thy bounty; those that did feed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon thy charge had merit or else need.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Laverdine, and La-poope, with disguises.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> <i>Duboys</i>, most prosperously met.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> How now? will he come this way?</p> - -<p><i>La.</i> This way, immediately; therefore thy assistance, -dear <i>Duboys</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> What have you cheated him of the money you -spoke of?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Fough, as easily as a silly Countrey wench of her -maydenhead; we had it in a twinkling.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> 'Tis well Captain, let me help you, you must be -our leader in this action.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Tut, fear not, I'll warrant you if my Sword hold, -we'll make no sweating sickness of it.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Why that's well said, but let's retire a little, that we -may come on the more bravely; this way, this way. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Montague in the hands of three Officers, -and three Creditors.</i></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><i>1 Cre.</i> Officers look to him, and be sure you take good -security before he part from you.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Why but my friends, you take a strange course -with me; the sums I owe you are rather forgetfulness, they -are so slight, than want of will or honesty to pay you.</p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> I Sir, it may be so; but we must be paid, and we -will be paid before you scape: we have wife and children, and -a charge, and you are going down the wind, as a man may -say; and therefore it behooves us to look to't in time.</p> - -<p><i>2 Cred.</i> Your cloak here wou'd satisfie me, mine's not -above a three pound matter, besides the arrest.</p> - -<p><i>3 Cred.</i> 'Faith and mine is much about that matter too; -your Girdle and Hangers, and your Beaver, shall be sufficient -bail for't.</p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> If you have ever a plain black sute at home, this -Silken one, with your Silke-stockings, Garters, and Roses shall -pacifie me too; for I take no delight, if I have a sufficient -pawn, to cast any Gentleman in prison; therefore 'tis but an -untrussing matter: and you are free, we are no unreasonable -creatures you see; for mine own part, I protest I am loth to -put you to any trouble for security.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Is there no more of you? he wou'd next demand -my skin.</p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> No Sir, here's no more of us, nor do any of us -demand your skin, we know not what to do with it: but it -may be if you ow'd your Glover any money, he knew what -use to make of it.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Ye dregs of baseness, vultures amongst men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That tyre upon the hearts of generous spirits.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> You do us wrong Sir, we tyre no generous spirits, -we tyre nothing but our hackneys.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Mallicorne.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> But here comes one made of another piece;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man well meriting that free born name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Citizen; welcome my deliverer, I am falen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the hands of blood-hounds, that for a sum<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Lesser than their honesties, which is nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wou'd tear me out of my skin.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Why Sir, what's the matter?</p> - -<p><i>1 Cre.</i> Why Sir the matter is, that we must have our -money, which if we cannot have, we'll satisfie our selves with -his carcass, and be payd that wayes: you had as good Sir, not -have been so peremptory. Officer, hold fast.</p> - -<p><i>1 Offi.</i> The strenuous fist of vengeance now is clutcht; -therefore fear nothing.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> What may be the debt in gross?</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Some forty Crowns, nay rather not so much, 'tis -quickly cast.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> 'Tis strange to me, that your estate shou'd have so -low an ebb, to stick at such sleight sums: why my friends, -you are too strict in your accounts, and call too sudden on -this Gentleman, he has hopes left yet to pay you all.</p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> Hopes? I marry; bid him pay his friends with -hopes, and pay us with currant Coyn: I knew a gallant once -that fed his creditors still with hopes, and bid 'em they shou'd -fear nothing, for he had 'em tyed in a string; and trust me so -he had indeed, for at last he and all his hopes hopt in a halter.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Good Sir, with what speed you may, free me out -of the company of these slaves, that have nothing but their -names to show 'em men.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> What wou'd you wish me do Sir? I protest I ha' -not the present sum (small as it is) to lay down for you; and -for giving my word, my friends no later than yesternight made -me take bread and eat it, that I shou'd not do it for any man -breathing i'th' world; therefore I pray hold me excused.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> You do not speak this seriously?</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> As ever I said my prayers, I protest to you.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> What may I think of this?</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Troth Sir thought is free for any man; we abuse -our betters in it, I have done it my self.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Trust me, this speech of yours doth much amaze -me; pray leave this language, and out of that same sum you -lately did receive of me, lay down as much as may discharge -me.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> You are a merry man Sir, and I am glad you take -your crosses so temperately; fare you well Sir, and yet I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> -something more to say to ye, a word in your ear I pray; to -be plain with you I did lay this plot to arrest you to enjoy -this money I have of yours, with the more safety. I am a fool -to tel[l] you this now; but in good faith I could not keep it in. -And the money wou'd a done me little good else. An honest -Citizen cannot wholly enjoy his own wife for you, they grow -old before they have true use of them, which is a lamentable -thing, and truely much hardens the hearts of us Citizens against -you: I can say no more, but am heartily sorry for your heaviness, -and so I take my leave. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Mallycorne.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>1 Cred.</i> Officers take hold on him again, for Mounsier -<i>Mallycorne</i> will do nothing for him I perceive.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duboys, Lapoope, and Laverdine.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Nay come my masters, leave dancing of the old -measures, and let's assault him bravely.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> By no means; for it goes against my stomach to -kill a man in an unjust quarrell.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> It must needs be a clog to a mans conscience all -his life time.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> It must indeed Captain: besides doe ye not see he -has gotten a guard of friends about him, as if he had some -knowledge of our purpose?</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Had he a guard of Devils, as I think them little -better, my Sword should doe the message that it came for.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> If you will be so desperate, the blood lie upon your -own neck, for we'll not meddle in't.</p> -</div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Duboys runs upon Montague, and strugling yields him his -Sword; the Officers draw, Laverdine and La-poope in -the scuffling retire, Montague chaseth them off the Stage, -himself wounded.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> I am your friend and servant.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Struggle with me and take my Sword;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble Sir, make your way, you have slain an Officer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Some one of them has certainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Requited me; for I doe lose much blood.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1 Offic.</i> Udsprecious, we have lost a brother, pursue the -Gentleman.</p> - -<p><i>2 Offic.</i> I'll not meddle with him: you see what comes -on't; besides I know he will be hang'd ere he be taken.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>1 Offic.</i> I tell thee yeoman he must be taken ere he be -hanged; he is hurt in the guts, run afore therefore and know -how his wife will rate his Sawsages a pound.</p> - -<p><i>3 Offic.</i> Stay brother, I may live, for surely I find I'm but -hurt in the leg, a dangerous kick on the shin-bone. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Madam Lamira, Madam le Orleans, Veramour.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> <span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">ou</span> see Lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What harmless sports ou[r] Countrey life affords;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though you meet not here with City dainties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Courtly entertainment, what you have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is free and hearty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Madam, I find here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is a stranger to the Court, content,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And receive curtesies done for themselves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without an expectation of return,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which binds me to your service.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Oh your love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My homely house built more for use than shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Observes the Golden mean equally distant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From glittering pomp, and sordid avarice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Maskes, we will observe the works of nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the place of visitation, read:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Physick shall be wholsome walks, our viands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nourishing, not provoking: for I find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasures are tortures that leave stings behind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> You have a great estate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> A competency<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sufficient to maintain me and my rank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor am I, I thank Heaven, so Courtly bred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to imploy the utmost of my Rents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In paying Tailors for phantastick Robes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or rather than be second in the fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eat out my Officers and my Revenues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With grating usury; my back shall not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be the base on which your soothing Citizen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Erects his Summer-houses; nor on th' other side<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Will I be so penuriously wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to make money (that's my slave) my Idoll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yet to wrong, merits as much reproof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to abuse our servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Yet with your pardon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think you want the Crown of all contentment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> In what good Madam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> In a worthy husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> —— It is strange the galley-slave should praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Oar, or stroaks; or you, that have made shipwrack<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all delight upon this Rock, cal'd marriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should sing <i>Encomions</i> on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Madam, though one fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his horse and break his neck, will you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conclude from that it is unfit to ride?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or must it follow, because <i>Orleans</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord's pleased to make his passionate triall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my suspected patience, that my brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Were he not so, I might say, worthy <i>Amiens</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will imitate his ills, that cannot fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's truely Noble in him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> I must grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's as much worth in him as can be lookt for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a young Lord, but not enough to make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me change my golden liberty and consent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a servant to it, as wives are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Imperious humors of their Lords:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me thinks I'm well, I rise and goe to bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I think fit, eat what my appetite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Desires without controle, my servants study<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is my contentment, and to make me merry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their farthest ayms; my sleeps are enquired after,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My rising up saluted with respect:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Command and liberty now wait upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Virgin state; what would I more; change all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for a husband? no; these freedoms die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which they live with my Virginity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis in their choice that's rich to be a wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not being yoakt to chuse the single life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Madam.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> How like you the Countrey?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> I like the ayr of it well Madam, and the rather because, -as on <i>Irish</i> Timber your Spider will not make his web, -so for ought I see yet your Cheater, Pander, and Informer -being in their dispositions too foggy for this piercing climate, -shun it, and chose rather to walk in mists in the City.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> Who did you serve first boy?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> A rich Merchants widow, and was by her preferred -to a young Court-Lady.</p> - -<p><i>L. Orl.</i> And what difference found you in their service?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Very much: for look how much my old City Madam -gave to her young visitants, so much my Lady received from -her hoary Court-servants.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> And what made you to leave her?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> My father (Madam) had a desire to have me a tall-man, -took me from thence.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> Well, I perceive you inherit the wag, from your -father.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Doves beget Doves; and Eagles, Eagles, Madam: -A Citizen here, tho left never so rich, seldome at the best -proves a Gentleman: the son of an Advocate, tho dub'd like -his father, will shew a relish of his descent, and the fathers -thriving practice, as I have heard: she that of a Chambermayd -is metamorphosed into a Madam, will yet remember how oft -her daughter by her mother ventured to lie upon the rushes -before she could get in that which makes many Ladyes.</p> - -<p><i>L. Orl.</i> But what think you of your late Master?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Oh Madam— <span class="directline">[<i>Sighs.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Why doe you sigh? you are sorry that you left him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He made a wanton of you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Not for that:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if he did, for that my youth must love him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh pardon me, if I say liberty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is bondage, if compar'd with his kind service;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And but to have power now to speak his worth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To its desert; I should be well content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be an old man when his praise were ended:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet, if at this instant you were pleased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should begin, the livery of age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would take his lodging upon this head<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Ere I should bring it to a period.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In brief he is a man (for [God] forbid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I should ever live to say he was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such a shape as would make one beloved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That never had good thought;) and to his body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath a mind of such a constant temper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which virtues throng to have a room:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet 'gainst this noble Gentleman, this <i>Montague</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in that name I comprehend all goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrong, and the wrested law, false witnesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And envy sent from hell, have rose in Armes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though not pierc'd, batter'd his honor'd shield.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall I say? I hope you will forgive me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That if you were but pleas'd to love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know no <i>Juno</i> worthy such a <i>Jove</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Charlot with a letter.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> 'Tis well yet that I have the second place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your affection: From whence?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> From the Lord <i>Amiens</i>, Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> 'Tis wellcome, though it bear his usual language:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought so much, his love-suit speaks his health.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's he that brought it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> A Gentleman of good rank, it seems.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Where is he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> Receiving entertainment in your house<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorting with his degree.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> 'Tis well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> He waits your Ladyships pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> He shall not wait long:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll leave you for a while; nay stay you boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend the Lady. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Lam. Charl.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> Would I might live once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wait on my poor Master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> That's a good boy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This thankfulness looks lovely on thy forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in it, as a book, me thinks I read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instructions for my self, that am his debtor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wou'd do much that I might be so happy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To repair that which to our grief is ruin'd.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> It were a work a King might glory in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he saw with my eyes: If you please Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sure to me you seem unapt to walk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sit, although the churlish Birds deny<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give us musick in this grove, where they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are prodigall to others: I'll strain my voyce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a sad Song, the place is safe and private.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> 'Twas my desire; begin good <i>Viramour</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Musick, a Song, at the end of it enter Montague, -fainting, his Sword drawn.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> What's he <i>Viramour</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> A goodly personage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Am I yet safe? or is my flight a dream?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wounds and hunger tell me that I wake:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whither have my fears born me? no matter where,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath no place to goe to, cannot err:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall I do? cunning calamity!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That others gross wits uses to refine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I most need it duls the edg of mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Is not this <i>Montagues</i> voyce?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> My Masters? fie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> What sound was that, 'pish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear makes the wretch think every leaf oth' Jury:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What course to live, 'beg? better men have done it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in another kind: steal? <i>Alexander</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though stil'd a Conqueror, was a proud thief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though he rob'd with an Army; fie how idle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These meditations are: though thou art worse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than sorrows tongue can speak thee, thou art still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or shouldst be, honest <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> 'Tis too true.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> 'Tis he: what villains hands did this? oh that my flesh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were Balm; in faith Sir, I would pluck it off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As readily as this; pray you accept<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My will to do you service: I have heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Mouse once sav'd the Lyon in his need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the poor Scarab spild the Eagles seed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> How do you?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> As a forsaken man.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Do not say so, take comfort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your misfortunes have been kind in this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cast you on a hospitable shoar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where dwels a Lady—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> She to whom, good Master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You prefer'd me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> In whose house, whatsoere<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your dangers are, I'll undertake your safety.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I fear that I am pursued, and doubt that I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my defence have kild an Officer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> Is that all? there's no law under the Sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But will I hope confess, one drop of blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed from this arme is recompence enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though you had cut the throats of all the Catchpoles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In <i>France</i>, nay in the world.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I would be loth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a burthen, or feed like a drone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the industrious labor of a Bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And baser far I hold it to owe for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bread I eat, what's not in me to pay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then since my full fortunes are declin'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their low ebb I'll fashion my high mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was no shame to <i>Hecuba</i>, to serve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Troy was fir'd: if't be in your power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be a means to make her entertainment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far from that I was; but to supply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My want with habit fit for him that serves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall owe much to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Leave that care to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Vir.</i> Good Sir, lean on my shoulder; help good Madam: -oh that I were a horse for half an hour, that I might carry you -home on my back: I hope you w[i]ll love me still?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Thou dost deserve it boy, that I should live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be thus troublesome.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Good Sir, 'tis none.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Vir.</i> Trouble? most willingly I would be chang'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like <i>Apuleius</i>, weare his Asses ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Provided I might still this burthen bear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> 'Tis a kind boy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I find true proof of it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Amiens, and Longeville, with a Paper.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> You'll carry it.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> As I live although my packet were like <i>Bellerophon's</i>, -what have you seen in me or my behavior since your favors -so plentifully showr'd upon my wants, that may beget distrust -of my p[er]formance?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Nay, be not angry, if I entertained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the least scruple of your love, or courage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would make choyce of one which my estate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should do me right in this, nor can you blame me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If in a matter of such consequence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am so importunate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Good my Lord let me prevent your farther conjurations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rayse my spirit, I know this is a challenge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be delivered unto <i>Orlean[c]e</i> hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that my undertaking ends not there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I must be your second, and in that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not alone search your enemy, measure weapons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But stand in all your hazards, as our blouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ran in the self-same veins, in which if I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better not your opinion, as a limb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's putrifi'd and useless, cut me off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And underneath the Gallows bury it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> At full you understand me, and in this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bind me, and what's mine to you and yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not so much wrong you as to add<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One syllable more, let it suffice I leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honor to your guard: and in that prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You hold the first place in my heart and love. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex. Ami.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> The first place in a Lords affection? very good; -and how long doth that last? perhaps the changing of some -three shirts in the Tennis-Court; well, it were very necessary -that an order were taken (if it were possible,) that younger -brothers might have more wit, or more money: for now, however -the fool hath long been put upon him that inherits, his -revenue hath bought him a spunge, and wip't off the imputation, -and for the understanding of the younger, let him get as -much Rhetorick as he can, to grace his language.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Dubois. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>They will see, he shall have gloss little enough to set out his -Bark; stand <i>Dubois</i>, look about, 's all safe?</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Approach not near me but with reverence -Lawrel and adorations, I have done more than deserves a -hundred thanks.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> How now, what's the matter?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> With this hand, only aided by this brain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without an <i>Orpheus</i> Harp redeem'd from Hells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three headed Porter, our <i>Euridice</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Nay, prethee speak sence, this is like the stale -bragart in a Play.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Then in plain Prose thus, and with as little action -as thou canst desire, the three headed Porter, were three unexorable -Catch-poles, out of whose jaws without the help of -<i>Orpheus</i> Harp, bait or bribe; for those two strings make the -Musick, that molifies those flinty furies, I rescued our <i>Euridice</i>, -I mean my old Master <i>Montague</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> And is this all? a poor rescue; I thought thou -hadst revers'd the judgement for his overthrow in his sute, -or wrought upon his adversary <i>Orleance</i>, taken the shape of -a Ghost, frighted his mind into distraction, and for the appeasing -of his conscience, forc'd him to make restitution of -<i>Montague's</i> Lands, or such like rescue; S'light I would have -hired <i>Acrocheture</i> for two <i>Cardekues</i>, to have done so much -with his whip.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> You wood Sir, and yet 'tis more than three on their -foot-cloaths durst do for a sworn Brother, in a Coach.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Besides, what proof's of it? for ought I know, this -may be a trick, I had rather have him a prisoner, where I -might visit him, and do him service, than not at all, or I know -not where.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Well Sir, the end will shew it, what's that, a challenge?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Yes, where's <i>Orleance</i>? though we fight in jest, he -must meet with <i>Amiens</i> in earnest,—fall off, we are discovered; -my horse <i>garson</i>; ha!</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Were it not in a house, and in his presence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom I owe all duty—<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> What would it do? prate as it does? but be as far -from striking, as he that owes it <i>Orleance</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> How?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I think thou art his Porter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set here to answer creditors, that his Lordship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not within, or takes the diet: I am sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will grow here until I have an answer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to demand a debt of money, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To call him to a strict account for wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Done to the honors of a Gentleman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nothing but his heart-bloud shall wash off.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Shall I hear this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> And more, that if [I] may not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have access to him, I will fix this here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his disgrace and thine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> And thy life with it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Then have the copies of it pasted on posts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Pamphlet Titles, that sue to be sold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have his disgrace talk for Tobacco-shops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His picture baffled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> All respect away, wer't in a Church— <span class="directline">[<i>draw both.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> This is the Book I pray with.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Orleance.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Forbear upon your lives.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> What are you rouz'd? I hope your Lordship can -read (though he stain not his birth with Scholar-ship) doth it -not please you now? if you are a right <i>Mounsieur</i>, muster up -the rest of your attendance, which is a Page, a Cook, a Pander, -Coach-man, and a Footman, in these days a great Lords train, -pretending I am unworthy to bring you a challenge, instead -of answering it, have me kick'd.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> If he does, thou deserv'st it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> I dare you all to touch me, I'll not stand still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What answer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> That thou hast done to <i>Amiens</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The office of a faithful friend, which I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would cherish in thee, were he not my foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How ever since on honourable terms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He calls me forth, say I will meet with him,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And by <i>Dubois</i> e'r Sun-set make him know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time and place, my swords length, and what ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scruple of circumstance he can expect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> This answer comes unlookt for, fare you well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Finding your temper thus, wou'd I had said less. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Now comes thy love to the test.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> My Lord, 'twill hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in all dangers prove it self true Gold. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Laverdine, La-poop, Malicorn, <i>servant</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ser.</i> I will acquaint my Lady with your coming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Please you repose your selves here.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> There's a Tester, nay, now I am a wooer, I must -be bountiful.</p> - -<p><i>Ser.</i> If you would have two three-pences for it Sir, -To give some of your kindred as you ride, I'll see if I can get -them; we use not (tho servants) to take bribes. <span class="directline">[<i>Ex.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Then thou art unfit to be in office, either in Court -or City.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Indeed, corruption is a Tree, whose branches are -of an unmeasurable length, they spread every where, and the -dew, that drops from thence, hath infected some chairs and -stools of authority.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Ah Captain! lay not all the fault upon Officers, -you know you can shark, tho you be out of action, witness -<i>Montague</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Hang him, he's safe enough; you had a hand in it -too, and have gained by him; but I wonder you Citizens, that -keep so many books, and take such strict accounts for every -farthing due to you from others, reserve not so much as a -memorandum for the courtesies you receive.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Would you have a Citizen book those? thankfulness -is a thing, we are not sworn to in our Indentures: you -may as well urge conscience.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Talk no more of such vanities, <i>Mountague</i> is irrecoverably -sunk, I would we had twenty more to send after -him; the Snake that would be a Dragon, and have wings, -must eat; and what implies that, but this, that in this -<i>Cannibal</i> age, he that would have the sute of wealth, must -not care —— whom he feeds on? and as I have heard, no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> -flesh battens better, then that of a profest friend; and he that -would mount to honor, must not make dainty to use the head -of his mother, back of his Father, or neck of his Brother, for -ladders to his preferment; for, but observe, and you shall find -for the most part, cunning villany sit at a Feast as principal -guest, and innocent honesty wait as a contemn'd servant with -a trencher.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> The Ladies.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Montague <i>bare-headed</i>, Lamira, <i>Lady</i> -Orleance, Charlotte <i>a[n]d</i> V[e]ramour. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Do ye smell nothing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Not I Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> The carrion of knaves is very strong in my nostrils.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> We came to admire, and find Fame was a niggard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we thought prodigal in our report<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before we saw you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Tush Sir, this Courtship's old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> I'll fight for thee, sweet wench,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is my tongue, and woes for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Good man of War,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hands off; if you take me, it must be by siege,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not by an onset; and for your valour, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think that I have de[ser]ved few enemies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore need it not.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Thou need'st nothing, sweet Lady, but an obsequious -husband, and where wilt thou find him, if not in -the City? We are true <i>Muscovites</i> to our Wives, and are -never better pleased, than when they use us as slaves, bridle -and Saddle us; Have me, thou shalt command all my wealth -as thine own, thou shalt sit like a Queen in my Ware-house; -And my Factors at the return with my ships, shall pay thee -tribute of all the rarities of the earth; thou shalt wear gold, -feed on delicates, the first Peascods, Strawberries, Grapes, -Cherries shall—</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Be mine; I apprehend what you would say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those dainties which the City pays so dear for,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Countrey yields for nothing, and as early;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, credit me, your far-fet viands please not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My appetite better than those that are near hand.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Then for your promis'd service and subjection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all my humors, when I am your wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which [as] it seems, is frequent in the City,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot find what pleasure they receive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In using their fond Husbands like their Maids;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of this, more hereafter: I accept<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your proffer kindly, and yours; my house stands open<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To entertain you, take your pleasure in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ease after your journey.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La. Orl.</i> Do you note the boldness of the fellows?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Alas Madam, a Virgin must in this be like a Lawyer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as he takes all Fees; she must hear all suitors; the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One for gain, the other for her mirth; stay with the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentlemen, we'll to the Orchards.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Lamira, <i>Lady</i> Orleance, Vera. <i>and</i> Charl.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> —— What art thou?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> An honest man, though poor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And look they like to monsters, are they so rare?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Rose from the dead.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Do you hear Monsieur <i>Serviture</i>, didst thou never -hear of one <i>Montague</i>, a prodigal gull, that lives about <i>Paris</i>?</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> So Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> One that after the loss of his main estate in a Lawsute, -bought an Office in the Court.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> And should have Letters of <i>Mart</i>, to have the -<i>Spanish</i> treasure as it came from the <i>Indies</i>; were not thou -and he twins? put off thy Hat, let me see thy Fore-head.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Though you take priviledge to use your tongue[s],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray you hold your fingers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas your base cozenag[e] made me as I am:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were you somewhere else, I would take off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This proud film from your eyes, that will not let you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know I am <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lamira <i>behind the Arras</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> I will observe this better.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> And art thou he? I will do thee grace; give me -thy hand: I am glad thou hast taken so good a course; serve -God, and please thy Mistriss; if I prove to be thy Master, as -I am very like[l]y, I will do for thee.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Faith the fellow's well made for a Serving-man, and -will no doubt, carry a chine of Beef with a good grace.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Prethee be careful of me in my chamber, I will -remember thee at my departure.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> All this I can endure under this roof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so much owe I her, whose now I am,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no wrong shall incense me to molest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her quiet house, while you continue here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not be ashamed to do you service<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than to her, because such is her pleasure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you that have broke thrice, and fourteen times<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Compounded for two shillings in the pound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know I dare kick you in your shop; do you hear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever I see <i>Paris</i>, though an Army<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of musty Murrions, rusty brown Bills and Clubs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand for your guard—I have heard of your tricks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you that smell of Amber at my charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And triumph in your cheat; well, I may live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To meet thee, be it among a troop of such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are upon the fair face of the Court<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like running Ulcers, and before thy whore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trampel upon thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> This a language for a Livery? take heed, I am -a Captain.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> A Coxcomb are you not? that thou and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To give proof, which of us dares most, were now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In midst of a rough Sea, upon a piece<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a split Ship, where only one might ride,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[Lamira <i>from the Arras</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would—but foolish anger makes me talk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a Player.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Indeed you act a part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth ill become you my servant; is this your duty?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I crave your pardon, and will hereafter be more -circumspect.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Oh the power of a Womans tongue: it hath done -more than we three with our swords durst undertake; put -a mad man to silence.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Why sirrah, these are none of your comrades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To drink with in the Cellar; one of them<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> -<span class="i0">For ought you know, may live to be your Master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> There's some comfort yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Here's choice of three, a wealthy Merchant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Hem, she's taken, she hath spy'd my good Calf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many Ladies chuse their Husbands by that.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> A Courtier that's in grace, a valiant Captain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are these mates for you, away, begone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I humbly pray you will be pleased to pardon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to give satisfaction to you Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Although I break my heart) I will confess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I have wrong'd them too, and make submission.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> No I'll spare that; go bid the Cook haste supper. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Mont.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Oh brave Lady, thou art worthy to have servants, -to be commandress of a Family, that knowest how to use and -govern it.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> You shall have many Mistresses that will so mistake, -as to take their Horse-keepers, and Footmen instead of -their Husbands, thou art none of those.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> But she that can make distinction of men, and -knows when she hath gallants, and fellows of rank and -quality in her house—</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Gallants indeed, if it be the Gallants fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To triumph in the miseries of a man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which they are the cause: one that transcends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(In spight of all that fortune hath, or can be done)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A million of such things as you, my doors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand open to receive all such as wear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shape of Gentlemen, and my gentl[i]er nature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(I might say weaker) weighs not the expence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of entertainment; think you I'll forget yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What's due unto my self? do not I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you have dealt with poor <i>Montague</i>, but like<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Needy Commanders, cheating Citizens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And perjur'd Courtiers? I am much mov'd, else use not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To say so much, if you will bear your selves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As fits such, you would make me think you are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may stay; if not, the way lies before you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> What think you of this Captain?</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> That this is a bawdy-house, with Pinacles and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> -Turrets, in which this disguised <i>Montague</i> goes to Rut <i>gratis</i>, -and that this is a landed pandress, and makes her house a -brothel for charity.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Come, that's no miracle; but from whence derive -you the supposition?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Observe but the circumstance; you all know that -in the height of <i>Mountagues</i> prosperity, he did affect, and had -his love return'd by this Lady <i>Orleans</i>; since her divorcement, -and his decay of estate, it is known they have met, -not so much as his boy [is] wanting; and that this can -be any thing else than a meer plot for their night-work, is -above my imagination to conceive.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Nay, it carries probability, let us observe it better, -but yet with such caution, as our prying be not discovered; -here's all things to be had without cost, and therefore good -staying here.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Nay, that's true, I would we might wooe her twenty -years, like <i>Penelopes</i> sutors; come <i>Laverdine</i>.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Malli. La Poop.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I follow instantly, yonder he is.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Viramor. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The thought of this boy hath much cool'd my affection to -his Lady, and by all conjectures, this is a disguised whore; -I will try if I can search this Mine, Page—</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Your pleasure, Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Thou art a pretty boy.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> And you a brave man: now I am out of your debt.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Nay, prethee stay.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> I am in haste, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> By the faith of a Courtier.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Take heed what you say, you have taken a strange -oath.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I have not seen a youth that hath pleased me -better; I would thou couldst li[k]e me, so far as to leave thy -Lady and wait on me, I would maintain thee in the bravest -cloaths.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Though you took them up on trust, or bought 'em -at the Brokers.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Or any way: then thy imployments should be so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> -neat and cleanly, thou shouldst not touch a pair of pantables -in a month, and thy lodging—</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Should be in a brothel.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> No, but in mine arms.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> That may be the circle of a Bawdy-house, or worse.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I mean thou should'st lye with me.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Lie with you? I had rather lye with my Ladies -Monkey; 'twas never a good world, since our French Lords -learned of the <i>Neapolitans</i>, to make their Pages their Bed-fellows, -doth more hurt to the Suburb Ladies, than twenty -dead vacations; 'Tis supper time, Sir. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Veram.</span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I thought so, I know by that 'tis a woman, for because, -peradventure she hath made trial of the Monkey, she -prefers him before me, as one unknown; well, these are -standing creatures, and have strange desires; and men must -use strange means to quenc[h] strange fires. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Montague <i>alone in mean habit</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> <span class="fauxcap">N</span><span class="smcap">ow</span> <i>Montague</i>, who discerns thy spirit now?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy breeding, or thy bloud? here's a poor cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eclipseth all thy splendor; who can read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy pale face, dead eye, or <i>lenten shute</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The liberty thy ever-giving hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath bought for others, manacling it self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gyves of parchment indissoluble?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The greatest hearted man supplyed with means,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobility of birth and gentlest parts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought the right hand of his Sovereign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If virtue quit her seat in his high soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glitters but like a Palace set on fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose glory whilst it shines, but ruins him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his bright show each hour to ashes tending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall at the last be rak'd up like a sparkle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless mens lives and fortunes feed the flame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not for my own wants, though blame I my Stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But suffering others to cast love on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I can neither take, nor thankful be.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> -<span class="i0">My Ladies woman, fair and virtuous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Young as the present month, sollicites me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For love and marriage now being nothing worth—<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Veramour. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Oh! Master, I have sought you a long hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good faith, I never joy'd out of your sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Heavens sake, Sir, be merry, or else bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The buffets of your fortunes with more scorn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do but begin to rail, teach me the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I'll sit down, and help your anger forth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have known you wear a suit; full worth a Lordship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give to a man whose need ne'er frighted you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From calling of him friend, five hundred Crowns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'er sleep had left your sences to consider<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your own important present uses; yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I have seen you with a t[r]encher wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Void of all scorn, therefore I'll wait on you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Would [God] thou wert less honest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Would to [God] you were less worthy: I am ev'n w'e Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mon.</i> Is not thy Master strangely fall'n, when thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Servest for no wages, but for charity?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dost surcharge me with thy plenteous love:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goodness of thy virtue shown to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More opens still my disability<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To quit thy pains: credit me loving boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A free and honest nature may be opprest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tir'd with courtesies from a liberal spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they exceed his means of gratitude.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> But 'tis a due in him that to that end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extends his love or duty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Little world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of virtue, why dost love and follow me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> I will follow you through all Countreys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll run (fast as I can) by your horse side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll hold your stirrop when you do alight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And without grudging, wait till you return:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll quit offer'd means, and expose my self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cold and hunger, still to be with you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fearless I'll travel through a wilderness,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And when you are weary, I will lay me down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in my bosom you may rest your head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where whilst you sleep, I'll watch, that no wild beast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall hurt or trouble you: and thus we'll breed a story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make every hearer weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they disco[u]rse our fortunes and our loves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Oh what a scoff might men of women make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they did know this boy? but my desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, that thou wouldest not (as thou usest still:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When like a servant, I 'mong servants sit)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wait on my Trencher, fill my cups with Wine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should'st thou do this boy? prethee consider,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am not what I was.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Curst be the day when I forget that <i>Montague</i> was -my Lord, or not remember him my Master still.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Rather curse me, with whom thy youth hath spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many hours, and yet untaught to live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By any worldly quality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Indeed you never taught me how to handle Cards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cheat and cozen men with oaths and lies:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those are the worldly qualities to live:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some of our scarlet Gallants teach their boys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These worldly qualities.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since stumbling fortune then leaves virtue thus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me leave fortune, e'r be vicious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mon.</i> Oh lad, thy love will kill me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> In truth, I think in conscience [I] shall dye for you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good Master weep not, do you want aught, Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you have any money, here's some Silver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here's a little Gold, 'twill serve to play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put more troublesome thoughts out of your mind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray Sir take it, I'll get more with singing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I'll bring it you, my Lady ga't me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And—it was not covetousness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I forgot to tell you sooner on't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Alas boy, thou art not bound to tell it me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And less to give it, buy thee Scarfs and Garters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I have money, I will give thee a sword:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature made thee a beauteous Cabinet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lock up [all] the goodness of the earth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Charlote.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> I have lost my voice with the very sight of this -Gentlewoman: good Sir steal away, you were wont to be -a curious avoider of womens company.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Why boy, thou dar'st trust me any where, dar'st -thou not?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> I had rather trust you by a roaring Lion, than a -ravening woman.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Why boy?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Why truly she devours more mans flesh—</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I, but she roars not boy.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> No Sir, why she is never silent but when her mouth is full.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Monsieur <i>Montague</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> My sweet fellow, since you please to call me so.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Ah my conscience, she wou'd be pleas'd well enough -to call you bed-fellow: oh Master, do not hold her by the -hand so: a woman is a Lime-bush, that catcheth all she -toucheth.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> I do most dangerously suspect this boy to be a -wench; art thou not one? come hither, let me feel thee.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> With all my heart.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Why dost thou pull off thy Glove?</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Why, to feel whether you be a boy, or no.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Fie boy, go too. I'll not look your head, nor -comb your locks any more, if you talk thus.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Why, I'll sing to you no more then.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Fie upon't, how sad you are! a young Gentleman -that was the very Sun of <i>France</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> But I am in the eclipse now.</p> - -<p><i>Cha[r]l.</i> Suffer himself to be over-run with a Lethargy of -melancholy and discontent! rouze up thy spirit, man, and -shake it off:</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Noble Soul is like a Ship at Sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sleeps at Anchor when the Ocean's calm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when she rages, and the wind blows high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cuts his way with skill and Majesty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would turn a Fool, or Poet, or any thing, or marry, to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">make you merry; prethee let's walk: good <i>Veramour</i>, leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">thy Master and me, I have earnest business with him.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Pray do you leave my Master, and me: we were -very merry before you came, he does not covet womens -company.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What have you to do with him? come Sir will you go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I'll sing to you again:<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>I'faith his mind is stronger than to credit Womens vows, and -too pure to be capable of their loves.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> The boy is jealo[u]s, sweet lad leave us: my Lady -call'd for you I swear: that's a good child, there's a piece of -Gold for thee, go buy a Feather.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> There's two pieces for you, do you go and buy -one, or what you will, or nothing, so you go. Nay then -I see you would have me go, Sir; why, I'faith I will, now -I perceive you love her better than you do me; but [God] -bless you whatever you do, or intend, I know you are a very -honest man. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> Still [shall] I wooe thee, whilst thy ears reply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot, or I will not marry thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why hast thou drawn the bloud out of my cheeks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And given a quicker motion to my heart?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh thou hast bred a Feaver in my veins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call'd love, which no Physitian can cure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have mercy on a Maid, whose simple youth—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> How your example, fairest, teacheth me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A ceremonious Idolatry! <span class="directline">[<i>Kneels.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">By all the joy of love, I love thee better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than I or any man can tell another;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will express the mercy which thou crav'st,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will forbear to marry thee: consider<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art Nature's heir in feature, and thy parents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fair Inheritances; rise with these thoughts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And look on me; but with a womans eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A decaid fellow, void of means and spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> Of spirit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes, could I tamely live,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget my Fathers bloud, wait, and make legs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stain my best breeches, with the servile drops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fall from others draughts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> This vizard wherewith thou wouldst hide thy spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is perspective, to shew it plainlier.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> -<span class="i0">This undervalue of thy life, is but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I should not buy thee, what more speaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greatness of man, than valiant patience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shrinks not under his fates strongest strokes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These <i>Roman</i> deaths, as falling on a sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opening of veins, with poison quenching thirst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which we erroneously do stile the deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the heroick and magnanimous man)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was dead-ey'd cowardize, and white-cheek'd fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fortunes false Lottery, desperately run<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bearing all mischance, dares last it out;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you perform your word, and marry me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I shall call you to't?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Longueville <i>with a riding-rod</i>. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> I'faith I will.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Who's this alights here?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> With leave, fair creature, are you the Lady Mistriss -of the house?</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Her servant, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> I pray then favour me, to inform your Lady, and -Duke <i>Orleans</i> wife,</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A business of import awaits 'em here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And craves for speedy answer.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> Are you in post, Sir?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> No, I am in Satin, Lady; I would you would be -in post.</p> - -<p><i>Charl.</i> I will return, Sweet. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Honest friend, do you belong to the house? -I pray be covered.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Yes Sir, I do.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> Ha, dream'st thou <i>Longaville</i>? sure 'tis not he: Sir -I should know you.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> So should I you, but that I am asham'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But though thou know'st me, prethee <i>Longaville</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mock not my poverty, pray remember your self;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shows it not strangely for thy cloaths to stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a Hat to mine? mock me no more.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> The —— embroider me all over, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever I began to mock you yet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The —— on me, why should I wear Velvet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Silver Lace? —— I will tear it off.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why Mad-man?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Put on my Hat? yes, when I am hang'd I will:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">---- I could break my head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For holding eyes that knew not you at first:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But time and fortune run your courses with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He'll laugh and storm you, when you shew most hate.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lamira, Orlean's <i>Lady</i>, Laverdine, La Poop, -Malycorn, Veramour, Charlot. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> You're a fair Mounsieur.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Do you mock me, Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Your business, Sir, I mean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Regard your self good Mounsieur <i>Longueville</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> You are too negligent of your self and place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover your head sweet Mounsieur.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Mistake me not fair Ladies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not to you, nor you, that I stand bare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Nay sweet dear Mounsieur, let it not be to us then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La Poop.</i> —— A compliment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> And —— of manners.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray hide your head, your gallants use to do't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> And you your foreheads, why you needful accessary rascals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That cannot live without your mutual knaveries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than a Bawd, a Pandor, or a Whore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From one another; how dare you suspect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I stand bare to you? what make you here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shift your house, Lady of 'em, for I know 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They come to steal Napkins, and your Spoons;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look to your Silver-bodkin, (Gentlewoman)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis a dead <i>Utensil</i>, and Page 'ware your pockets;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My reverence is unto this man, my Master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom you, with protestations, and oaths<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell, which would<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceive the wisest man of honest nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have cozen'd and abus'd; but I may meet you,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And beat you one with th' other.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Peace, no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Not a word, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I am something thick of hearing; what said he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La poop.</i> I hear him, but regard him not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Nor I, I am never angry fasting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> My love keeps back my duty, noblest Lady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Husband or brother merit love from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prevent their dangers, this hour brings to trial<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their hereto sleeping hates; by this time each<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within a yard is of the others heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And met to prove their causes and their spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their impartial swords points; haste and save,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or never meet them more, but at the grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Oh my distracted heart, that my wrackt honor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should for a Brothers, or a Husbands life, through thy undoing, die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> <i>Amiens</i> engag'd; if he miscarry all my hopes and joys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I now confess it loudly, are undone:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caroch, and haste, one minute may betray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A life more worth than all time can repay.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt Ladies and</i> Mont.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Hump: Monsieur <i>Laverdine</i> pursues this boy extreamly, -Captain, what will you do?</p> - -<p><i>La p.</i> Any thing but follow to this Land-service; I am -a Sea-Captain you know, and to offer to part 'em, without -we could do't like Watermen with long staves, a quarter of -a mile off, might be dangerous.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Why then let's retire and pray for 'em, I am resolv'd -to stop your intent; abus'd more than we have been -we cannot be, without they fall to flat beating on's.</p></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Maly, La-poop.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> And that were unkindly done i'faith.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> But you are the trou[b]lesomest Ass that e'er I met -with; retire, you smell like a womans chamber, that's newly -up, before she have pinsht her vapours in with her cloaths.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I will haunt thee like thy Grandames Ghost, thou -shalt never rest for me.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Well, I perceive 'tis vain to conceal a secret from -you: believe it Sir, indeed I am a woman.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Why la; I knew't, this Prophetical tongue of mine -never fail'd me; my mother was half a witch, never any -thing that she forespake, but came to pass: a woman? how -happy am I! now we may lawfully come together without -fear of hanging; sweet wench, be gracious, in honourable -sort I woe, no otherwise.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> Faith, the truth is, I have loved you long.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> See, see.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> But durst not open it.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> —— I think so.</p> - -<p><i>Ver.</i> But briefly, when you bring it to the test, if there -be not one Gentleman in this house, will challenge more -interest in me, than you can, I am at your disposure. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh <i>Fortunatus</i>, I envy thee not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Cap, or pouch, this day I'll prove my Fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which your Lady doth elect her Husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will [b]e <i>Amiens</i>, 'twill save my wedding dinner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Povera</i>, <i>La Poop</i>, and <i>Malicorn</i>: if all fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will turn Citizen, a beauteous wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the Horn-book to the richest Tradesmans life. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Duboys, Orleans, Longueville, Amiens, <i>two -Lacques, a Page with two Pistols</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Here's a good even piece of ground my Lords:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you fix here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Yes, any where; Lacquey, take off my spurs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a bridge, a rail, but my swords breadth upon a battlement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll fight this quarrel.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> O' the Ropes, my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Upon a Line.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> So all our Countrey Duels are carried, like a firework -on a thred.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Go now, stay with the horses, and, do you hear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon your lives, till some of us come to you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dare not to look this way.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Except you see strangers or others that by chance -or purpose are like to interrupt us.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Then give warning.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Who takes a sword? the advantage is so small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he that doubts, hath the free leave to choose.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Come, give me any, and search me; 'tis not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ground, weapon, or seconds that can make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Odds in those fatal trials: but the cause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Most true, and, but it is no time to wish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When men are come to do, I would desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cause 'twixt us were other than it is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where the right is, there prevail our Swords.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if my Sister have out-liv'd her honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do not pray I may out-live her shame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Your Sister <i>Amiens</i>, is a whore, at once.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> You oft have spoke that sence to me before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never in th[i]s language <i>Orleance</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when you spoke it fair, and first, I told you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That it was possible you might be abus'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, since you forget your manners, you shall find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I transgress my custom, you do lye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And are a villain, which I had rather yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sword had prov'd, than I been forc'd to speak:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, give us leave, and since you stand so haughtily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And highly on your cause, let you and I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without engaging these two Gentlemen, singly determine it.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> My Lord, you'll pardon us.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> I trust your Lordships may not do us that affront.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> As how?</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> We kiss your Lordships hand, and come to serve -you here with swords.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> My Lord, we understand our selves.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> We have had the honor to be call'd unto the business, -and we must not now quit it on terms.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Not terms of reason?</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> No, no [r]eason for the quitting of our calling.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> True, if I be call'd to't I must ask no reason.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Nor hear none neither, which is less:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a favour, if my throat be cut,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lordship does me; which I never can,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>A noise-within, crying down with your swords.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor must have hope how to requite: what noise?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What cry is that my Lord upon your guard?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So[me] treachery is a foot.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Lady</i> Orleans, Lamira, Montague. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Oh here they are:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord (dear Lady help me) help me all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have so woful interest in both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not which to fear for most: and yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must prefer my Lord. Dear brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are too understanding, and too noble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be offended, when I know my duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though scarce my tears will let me so to do it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Out loathed strumpet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Oh my dearest Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If words could on me cast the name of whore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I then were worthy to be loath'd; but know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your unkindness cannot make me wicked;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore should less use that power upon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Was this your Art to make these Actors come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make this interlude? withdraw, cold man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thy spirit be not frozen up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me one stroke yet at thee for my vengeance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Thou shalt have strokes, and strokes, thou glorious man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till thou breath'st thinner air than that thou talkest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> My Lord, Count <i>Amiens</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Princely Husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Whore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Lam.</i>] You wrong her impudent Lord; oh that I had the bulk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those dull men; look how they stand, and no man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will revenge an innocent Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> You hinder it Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> I would hinder you; is there none else to kill him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Kill him, Madam? have you learn'd that bad language? oh repent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be the motive, rather both kill me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Then d[i]e my infamy.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Hold bloody man.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Art thou there Basilisk?</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> To strike thee dead, but that thy fate deserves -some weightier hand.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Sweet my Lord.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Oh here's a plot; you bring your champions with -you; the adultress with the adulterer: Out howling—</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Good my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Are you her Graces countenancer, Lady, the receiver -to the poor vicious couple.</p> - -<p><i>Dub.</i> Sweet my Lord.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Sweet rascal, didst not tho[u] tell me, false fellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This <i>Montague</i> here was murdered?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> I did so; but he was falser, and a worthless Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like thy foul self that would have had it so.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> <i>Orleance</i> 'tis true, and shall be prov'd upon thee.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Thy malice Duke, and this thy wicked nature, are -all as visible as thou; but I born to contemn thy injuries, -do know, that though thy greatness may corrupt a Jury, -and make a Judge afraid, and carry out a world of evils -with thy Title: yet thou art not quiet at home, thou bearest -about thee that, that doth charge thee, and condemn thee -too. The thing that grieves me more, and doth indeed displease -me, is, to think that so much baseness stands here to -have encountred so much honor: Pardon me my Lord, what -late my passion spake, when you provok'd my innocence.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Yes, do, oh! flattery becomes him better than the -suit he wears; give him a new one, <i>Amiens</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> <i>Orleance</i>, 'tis here no time nor place, to jest or rail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poorly with you, but I will find a time to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whisper you forth to this, or some fit place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As shall not hold a second interruption.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I hope your Lordships honor, and your life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are destined unto higher hazards; this is of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A meaner arm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Yes faith, or none.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> He is not fit to fall by an honest Sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Prince and lye!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> And slander, and hire men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To publish the false rumours he hath made.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> And stick 'em on his friends, and innocents.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> And practice against their lives after their fames.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> In men that are the matter of all lewdness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bawds, Thieves, and Cheaters, it were monstrous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> But in a man of bloud, how more conspicuous!<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Can this be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> They do slander him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Hang them, a pair of railing hangbies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> How? stand <i>Orleance</i>; stay, give me my Pistols boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hinder me not, by——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will kill him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Oh, stay his fury.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> <i>Longueville</i>, my friend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> Not for my self, my Lord, but for mankind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that have an interest to virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or title unto innocence.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Why hear me.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> For justice sake.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> That cannot be.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> To punish his wives, your honor, and my Lords -wrongs here, whom I must ever call so; for your loves I'll -swear I'll sacrifice—</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> <i>Longueville</i>, I did not think you a murtherer before.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> I care not what you thought me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> By —— If thou attempt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His life, thy own is forfeit.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Foolish frantick man, the murder will be of us, -not him.</p> - -<p><i>Lady.</i> Oh [God]!</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> We could have kill'd him, but we would not take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The justice out of fates.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sindge but a hair of him, thou diest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> No matter, shoot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Villain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> My Lord, your Sister is slain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> <i>Biancha?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Oh hapless, and most wretched chance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Standst thou looking upon the mischief thou hast made?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou godless man, feeding thy blood-shot eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the red spectacle, and art not turn'd to stone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With horror? Hence, and take the wings of thy black<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Infamy, to carry thee beyond the shoot of looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sound of curses, which will pursue thee still:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast out-fled all but thy guilt.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Oh wish it off again, for I am crack'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the burden, and my heart will break.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How heavy guilt is, when men come to feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you could know the mountain I sustain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With horror, you would each take off your part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more, to ease me: I cannot stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive where I have wrong'd, I pray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Look to him <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> My Lords and Gentlemen, the Lady is well, but for fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless that have shot her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have the worst on't, that needs would venture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a trick had like to ha' cost my guts:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look to her, she'll be well, it was but Powder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I charg'd with, thinking that a guilty man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have been frighted sooner; but I'm glad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He's come at last.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La[m].</i> How is <i>Byancha</i>? well?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Lives she? see Sister, doth she breathe?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Oh Gentlemen, think you I can breathe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That am restored to the hateful sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of feeling in me my dear husbands death?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh no, I live not; life was that I left;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what you have call'd me to, is death indeed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot weep so fast as he doth bleed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dub.</i> Pardon me, Madam, he is well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lady.</i> Ha my Husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> I cannot speak whether my joy or shame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be greater, but I thank the Heavens for both.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh look not black upon me, all my friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom I will be reconcil'd, or grow unto<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This earth, till I have wept a trench<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shall be great enough to be my grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will think them too most manly tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they do move your pities: it is true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man should do nothing that he should repent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if he have, and say that he is sorry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a worse fault, if he be not truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> My Lord, such sorrow cannot be suspected:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here take your honoured wife, and joyn your hands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">----She hath married you again:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And Gentlemen, I do invite you all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This night to take my house, where on the morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To heighten more the reconciling feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll make my self a Husband and a guest. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3><i>Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.</i></h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Montague, <i>and</i> Charlotte. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Charl.</i> <span class="fauxcap">W</span><span class="smcap">ell</span> now I am sure you are mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I am sure I am glad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have one to own then; you'll find me honest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As these days go, enough; poor without question,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which beggars hold a virtue; give me meat, and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall do my work, else knock my shooes off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And turn me out again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> You are a merry fellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I have no great cause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Yes, thy love to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> That's as we make our game.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Why, you repent then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Faith no worse than I am I cannot be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much better I expect not: I shall love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when you bid me go to bed, obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie still or move, as you shall minister;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep a four-Nobles Nag, and a <i>Jack</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Merling</i>, learn to love Ale, and play at Two-hand <i>Irish</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there's then all I aim at.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Nay sweet fellow, I'll make it something better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> If you do, you'll make me worse:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I am poor, and willing to do well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold me in that course; of all the Kings creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hate his coin, keep me from that, and save me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if you chance out of your housewivery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave a hundred pound or two, bestow it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Plumb-broth e'r I know it, else I take it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek out a hundred men that want this money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Share it among 'em, they'll cry noble <i>Montague</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so I stand again at livery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> You have pretty fancies, Sir, but married once,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> -<span class="i0">This charity will fall home to your self.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I would it would, I am afraid my looseness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is yet scarce stopt, though it have nought to work on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the meer air of what I have had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> Pretty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> I wonder sweet heart why you'll marry me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can see nothing in my self deserves it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless the handsome wearing of a band,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that's my stock now, or a pair of garters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Necessity will not let me loose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> I see Sir, a great deal more, a handsome man, a Husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a right good woman truly happy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Lord, where are my eyes, either you are foolish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As wenches once a year are, or far worse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extreamly virtuous, can you love a poor man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That relies on cold meat, and cast stockings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One only suit to his back, which now is mewing?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what will be the next coat will pose <i>Tristram</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I should leavy from my friends a fortune:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not raise ten groats to pay the Priest now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> I'll do that duty; 'tis not means nor money<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes me pursue your love; were your mind bankrupt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would never love you.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lamira. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Peace wench, here's my Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Nay, never shrink i'th' wetting, for my presence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">D'ye find her willing <i>Montague</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Willing Madam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> How dainty you make of it, do not I know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You two love one another?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Certain Madam, I think ye'ave revelations of these matters:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Ladyship cannot tell me when I kist her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> But she can, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> But she will not Madam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when they talk once, 'tis like Fairy-Money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They get no more close kisses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Thou art wanton.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> [God] knows I need not, yet I would be lusty:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But —— my Provender scarce pricks me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> It shall be mended <i>Montague</i>, I am glad you are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">grown so merry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> So am I too Madam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> You two will make a pretty handsome Consort.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes Madam, if my Fiddle fail me not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Your Fiddle? why your Fiddle? I warrant thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">meanest madly:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Can you blame me? alas I am in love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Char.</i> 'Tis very well, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> How long have you been thus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> How thus in love?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> You are very quick, Sir: no, I mean thus pleasant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> —Ever since I was poor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> A little wealth would change you then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes Lady, into another suit, but never more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into another man: I'll bar that mainly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wealth I get hence-forward shall be charm'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever hurting me, I'll spend it fasting:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I live noble Lady, there is nothing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have found directly, cures the melancholy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But want and wedlock; when I had store of money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I simper'd sometime, and spoke wondrous wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never laught out-right; now I am empty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart sounds like a Bell, and strikes at both sides.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> You are finely temper'd, <i>Montague</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Pardon Lady, if any way my free mirth have offended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twas meant to please you: if it prove too saucy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give it a frown, and I am ever silenc'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> I like it passing well; pray follow it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is my day of choice, and shall be yours too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twere pity to delay ye: call to the Steward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell him 'tis my pleasure he should give you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five hundred Crowns: make your self handsome <i>Montague</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let none wear better cloaths, 'tis for my credit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pray be merry still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> If I be not, and make a fool of twice as many hundreds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clap me in Canvas, Lady. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> La-poop, Laverdine, <i>and</i> Malycorne. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I am strangely glad, I have found the mystery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this disguised boy out: I ever trusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a woman; and how happily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have found it so; and for my self, I am sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One that would offer me a thousand pound now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And that's a pretty sum to make one stagger)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In ready Gold for this concealment, could not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Buy my hope of her, she's a dainty wench,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such a one I find I want extreamly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring me into credit: beauty does it.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Say we should all meach here, and stay the Feast, -now, what can the worst be? we have plaid the knaves, -that's without question.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> True, and as I take it, this is the first truth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We told these ten years, and for any thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know, may be the last: but grant we are knaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both base and beastly knaves—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Say so then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> And likewise let it be considered, we have wrong'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most maliciously, this Gentlewoman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We cast to stay with, what must we expect now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> I, there's the point, we would expect good eating.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> I know we would, but we may find good beating.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> You say true Gentlemen, and by——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though I love meat as well as any man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I care not what he be, if a eat a Gods name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a crab-sauce to my meat will turn my pallate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> There's all the hazard, for the frozen <i>Montague</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has now got spring again, and warmth in him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And without doubt, dares beat us terribly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For not to mint the matter, we are cowards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And have, and shall be beaten, when men please<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To call us into cudgeling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> I feel we are very prone that way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> The sons of <i>Adam</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> Now, here then rests the state o'th' question;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether we yield our bodies for a dinner<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To a sound dog-whip, for I promise ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If men be given to correction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We can expect no less; or quietly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take a hard Egg or two, and ten mile hence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bait in a ditch, this we may do securely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, to stay hereabout will be all one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If once our moral mischiefs come in memory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> But pray ye hear me, is not this the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Virgin Lady doth elect her Husband?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> The dinner is to that end.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Very well then, say we all stay, and say we all -scape this whipping, and be well entertained, and one of us -carry the Lady.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> 'Tis a seemly saying, I must confess, but if we stay, how fitly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We may apply it to our selves (i'th' end)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ask a <i>Christian</i> fear; I cannot see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I say true, what special ornaments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Art or Nature, (lay aside our lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whoring and drinking, which are no great virtues)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are endued withal, to win this Lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Yet Women go not by the best parts ever; that -I have found directly.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Why should we fear then? they choose men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they feed; sometimes they settle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a White broth'd face, a sweet smooth gallant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And him they make an end of in a night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes a Goose, sometimes a grosser meat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rump of Beef will serve 'em at some season,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill their bellies too, though without doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are great devourers: Stock-fish is a dish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be well drest, for the tuffness sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will make the proud'st of 'em long and leap for't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They'll run mad for a Pudding, e'r they'll starve.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> For my own part I care not, come what can come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I be whipt, why so be it; if cudgell'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hope I shall out-live it, I am sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not the hundredth time I have been serv'd so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I thank [God] I am here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Here's resolution.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> A little patience, and a rotten Apple<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Cures twenty worse diseases; what say you, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Marry I say Sir, if I had been acquainted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lamming in my youth, as you have been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With whipping, and such benefits of nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should do better: as I am, I'll venture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if it be my luck to have the Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll use my fortune modestly; if beaten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall not hear a word, one I am sure of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if the worst fall, she shall be my Physick.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lets go then, and a merry wind be with us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Captain, your shooes are old, pray put 'em off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let one fling 'em after us; be bold, Sirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And howsoever our fortune falls, lets bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An equal burden; if there be an odd lash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll part it afterwards.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p</i>. I am arm'd at all points. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter four serving in a Banquet.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>1.</i> Then my Lady will have a bedfellow to night.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> So she says; Heaven! what a dainty arm-full shall -he enjoy, that has the launching of her, what a fight she'll -make.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> I marry boys, there will be sport indeed, there will -be grapling, she has a murderer lies in her prow, -I am afraid will fright his main Mast, <i>Robin</i>.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> Who dost thou think shall have her of thy conscience, -thou art a wise man?</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> If she go the old way, the way of lot, the longest -cut sweeps all without question.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> She has lost a friend of me else; what think ye of -the Courtier?</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> Hang him Hedge-hog: h'as nothing in him but a -piece of <i>Euphues</i>, and twenty dozen of twelvepenny ribond, -all about him, he is but one <i>Pedlers</i> shop of Gloves and -Garters, pick-teeth and pomander.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> The Courtier, marry God bless her <i>Steven</i>, she is not -mad yet, she knows that trindle-tail too well, he's crestfall'n, -and pin-buttock't, with leaping Landresses.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> The Merchant, sure she will not be so base to have -him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>1.</i> I hope so <i>Robin</i>, he'll sell us all to the Moors to make -Mummy; nor the Captain.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> Who <i>Potgun</i>? that's a sweet youth indeed, will he -stay, think ye?</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> Yes, without question, and have halfe din'd too, e'r -the Grace be done; he's good for nothing in the world but -eating, lying and sleeping; what other men devour in drink, -he takes in potage, they say h'as been at Sea, a Herring-fishing, -for without doubt he dares not hale an Eel-boat i'th' -way of War.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> I think so, they would beat him off with Butter.</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> When he brings in a prize, unless it be Cockles, or -<i>Callis</i> sand to scour with, I'll renounce my Five Mark a year, -and all the hidden Art I have in carving, to teach young -Birds to whistle <i>Walsingham</i>; leave him to the Lime-Boats; -now, what think you of the brave <i>Amiens</i>?</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> That's a thought indeed.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> I marry, there's a person fit to feed upon a dish so -dainty, and he'll do't I warrant him i'th' nick boys, has a -body world without end.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> And such a one my Lady will make no little of; but -is not <i>Montague</i> married to day?</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> Yes faith, honest <i>Montague</i> must have his bout too.</p> - -<p><i>2.</i> He's as good a lad as ever turn'd a trencher; must -we leave him?</p> - -<p><i>3.</i> He's too good for us, <i>Steven</i>, I'll give him health to -his good luck to night i'th' old Beaker, and it shall be Sack -too.</p> - -<p><i>4.</i> I must have a Garter; and boys I have bespoke a -Posset, some body shall give me thanks fort, 'tas a few toys -in't will rase commotions in a bed, lad.</p> - -<p><i>1.</i> Away; my Lady. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Orleance <i>and his Lady, arm in arm</i>, Amiens, Lamira, -Charlotte, <i>like a Bride</i>, Montague <i>brave</i>, Laverdine, -Longaville, Dubois, Mallycorn, La-poop.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> Seat your selves noble Lords and Gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know your places; many royal welcomes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I give your Grace; how lovely shews this change!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My house is honor'd in this reconcilement.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Thus Madam must you do, my Lady now shall see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You made a Woman;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give you some short lessons for your voyage.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take her instructions Lady, she knows much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lam.</i> This becomes you, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L[a].</i> My Lord must have his Will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> 'Tis all I can do now, sweet-heart, fair Lady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This to your happy choice, brother <i>Amiens</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are the man I mean it to.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I'll pledge you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> And with my heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> With all my love I take it.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> Noble Lords, I am proud ye have done this day, -so much content, and me such estimation, that this hour -(In this poor house) shall be a league for ever, -For so I know ye mean it.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I do Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> And I my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> Y'ave done a work of honor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Give me the Cup, where this health stops, let<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man be either very sick, or very simple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I am very angry; Sir, to you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madam, methinks this Gentleman might sit too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would become the best on's.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Pray sit down, Sir, I know the Lady of the Feast -expects not this day so much old custom.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Sit down <i>Montague</i>; nay, never blush for the matter.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Noble Madam, I have t[w]o reasons [a]gainst it, -and I dare not; duty to you first, as you are my Lady, and I -your poorest servant; next the custom of this days ceremony.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> As you are my servant, I may command you then.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> To my life, Lady.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> Sit down, and here, I'll have it so.</p> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Sit down man, never refuse so fair a Ladies offer.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> It is your pleasure, Madam, not my pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I obey; I'll pledge ye now my Lord, Monsieur <i>Longaville</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Long.</i> I thank you, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> This to my Lady, and her fair choice to day, and -happiness.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Lon.</i> 'Tis a fair health, I'll pledge you though I sink for't.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> <i>Montague</i> you are too modest; come, I'll add a -little more wine t'yee, 'twill make you merry, this to the -good I wish.——</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Honour'd Lady, I shall forget my self with this -great bounty.</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> You shall not Sir, give him some Vine.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> By Heaven you are a worthy woman, and that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man is blest can come near such a Lady.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lami.</i> Such a blessing wet weather washes.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> At all, I will not go a lip less, my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> 'Tis well cast, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> If <i>Montague</i> get more Wine, we are all like to -hear on't.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> I do not like that sitting there.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Nor I, methinks he looks lik[e] a Judge.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Now have I a kind of grudging of a beating on -me, I fear my hot fit:</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Drink apace, there's nothing allays a cudgel like it.</p> - -<p><i>Lami.</i> <i>Montague</i>, now I'll put my choice to you; who -do you hold in all this honor'd company a Husband fit to -enjoy thy Lady? speak directly.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Shall I speak, Madam?</p> - -<p><i>Lami.</i> <i>Montague</i> you shall.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Then as I have a soul, I'll speak my conscience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me more Wine, in <i>vino veritas</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here's to my self, and <i>Montague</i> have a care.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Lami.</i> Speak to th' cause.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Yes Madam, first I'll begin to thee.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Have at us.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> Now for a Psalm of mercy.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> You good Monsieur, you that belye the noble -name of Courtier, and think your claim good here, hold up -your hand; your Worship is endited here, for a vain glorious -fool.</p> - -<p><i>Lav.</i> Good, oh Sir.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> For one whose wit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies in a ten pound wastcoat; yet not warm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye have travell'd like a Fidler to make faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brought home nothing but a case of tooth-picks.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> -<span class="i0">You would be married, and no less than Ladies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of the best sort can serve you; thou Silk-worm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What hast thou in thee to deserve this woman?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Name but the poorest piece of man, good manners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's nothing sound about thee, faith, th'ast none,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It lies pawn'd at thy Silk-man's, for so much Lace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy credit with his wife cannot redeem it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy cloaths are all the soul thou hast, for so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou sav'st them handsome for the next great tilting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let who will take the t'other, thou wert never christen'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Upon my conscience) but in Barbers water;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art never out o'th' Bason, thou art rotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thou dar'st tell truth, thou wilt confess it;<br /></span> -<span class="i1">—— Thy skin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks of a Chesnut colour, greaz'd with Amber,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All women that on earth do dwell, thou lov'st,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet none that understand love thee again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But those that love the Spittle; get thee home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor painted Butter-flie, th[y] Summers past;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go sweat, and eat dry Mutton, thou may'st live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do so well yet; a bruis'd Chamber-Maid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May fall upon thee, and advance thy follies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have your sentence; now it follows Captain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I treat of you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> Pray [God] I may deserve it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> Beshrew my heart, he speaks plain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> That's plain dealing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> You are a rascal Captain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> A fine Calling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> A Water-coward.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> He would make a pretty stuff.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> May I speak freely, Madam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Here's none ties you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why shouldst thou dare come hither with a thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find a wife here fit for thee? are all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy single money whores that fed on Carrots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill'd the high Grass with familiars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall'n off to Footmen; prethee tell me truly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For now I know thou dar'st not lie, couldst thou not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish thy self beaten well with all thy heart now,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And out of pain? say that I broke a rib,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or cut thy nose off, wer't not merciful for this ambition?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> Do your pleasure, Sir, beggars must not be choosers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Orl.</i> He longs for beating.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> But that I have nobler thoughts possess my soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than such brown Bisket, such a piece of Dog-fish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a most maungy Mackril eater as thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dares do nothing that belongs to th' Sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But spue, and catch Rats, and fear men of War,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thou hast nothing in the world to loose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aboord thee, but one piece of Beef, one Musket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a cock for peace sake, and a Pitch-barrel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll tell thee, if my time were not more pretious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than thus to loose it, I would rattle thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be beat thee, and thy pure fellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Merchant there of Catskins, till my words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or blows, or both, made ye two branded wretches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all the world hereafter; you would fain to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Venture your Bils of lading for this Lady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What would you give now for her? some five frayl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rotten Figs, good Godson, would you not, Sir?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a Parrot that speaks <i>High Dutch</i>? can all thou ever saw'st<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thine own fraughts from Sea, or cosenage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(At which thou art as expert as the Devil)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, sell thy soul for wealth to, as thou wilt do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forfeit thy friends, and raise a mint of Money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make thee dream all these double, could procure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A kiss from this good Lady? canst thou hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She would lye with such a nook of Hell as thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hatch young Merchant-furies? oh ye dog-bolts!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fear no [God] but <i>Dunkirk</i>, I shall see you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serve in a lowsy Lime-boat, e'r I dye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For mouldy Cheese and Butter, <i>Billingsgate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would not endure, or bring in rotten Pippins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To cure blew eyes, and swear they came from <i>China</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Vex 'em no more, alas they shake:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Down quickly on your marrow-bones, and thank this Lady.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not leave you thus else, there are blankets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such delights for such knaves; but fear still;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill be revenge enough to keep you waking.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye have no mind of marriage, ha' ye?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> Surely no great mind now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Nor you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Nor I, I take it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Two eager suitors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L[a]v.</i> Troth 'tis wondrous hot, [God] bless us from him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> You have told me <i>Montag[u]e</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are not fit to have me, let me know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man you would point out for me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> There he sits; my Lord of <i>Amiens</i>, Madam, is -my choice, he's noble every way, and worthy a wife with -all the dowries of—</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Do you speak Sir, out of your friendship to me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Yes my Lord, and out of truth, for I could never flatter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> I would not say how much I owe you for it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that were but a promise, but I'll thank ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As now I find you, in despite of fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fair and noble Gentleman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> My Lords, I must confess the choice this man hath made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is every way a great one, if not too great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no way to be slighted: yet because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love to have our own eyes sometimes n[o]w,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a little liberty to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How I could fit my self, if I were put to't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Madam we must.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Are ye all agreed?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> We be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Then as I am a Maid, I shall choose here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Montague</i> I must have thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why Madam, I have learnt to suffer more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than you can (out of pity) mock me with this way especially.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Thou think'st I jest now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by the love I bear thee, I will have thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> If you could be so weak to love a fall'n man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must deserve more than I ever can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or ever shall (dear Lady;) look but this way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon that Lord, and you will tell me then<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Your eyes are no true choosers of good men.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Ami.</i> Do you love him truly?</p> - -<p><i>Lam.</i> Yes my Lord, I will obey him truly, for I'll marry -him, and justly think he that has so well serv'd me with his -obedience, being born to greatness, must use me nobly of -necessity, when I shall serve him.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> 'Twere a deep sin to cross ye, noble <i>Montague</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish ye all content, and am as happy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my friends good as it were meerly mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Your Lordship does ill to give up your right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am not capable of this great goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There sits my wife that holds my troth.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Cha.</i> I'll end all, I wooed you for my Lady, and now -give up my Title, alas poor wench, my aims are lower far.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> How's this sweet-heart?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> Sweet-heart 'tis so, the drift was mine to hide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My purpose till it struck home.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Omnes.</i> [God g]ive you joy.</p> - -<p><i>Lami.</i> Prethee leave wondring, by this kiss I'll have thee.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> Then by this kiss, and this, I'll ever serve ye.</p> - -<p><i>Long.</i> This Gentleman and I Sir, must needs hope once -more to follow ye.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> As friends and fellows, never as servants more.</p> - -<p><i>Long. Dub.</i> You make us happy.</p> - -<p><i>Orl.</i> Friend <i>Montague</i>, ye have taught me so much honor, -I have found a fault in my self, but thus I'll purge my conscience -of it, the late Land I took by false play, from you, with -as much contrition, and entireness of affection to this most -happy day again, I render; be master of your own, forget -my malice, and make me worthy of your love, L. <i>Montague</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mont.</i> You have won me and honor to your name.</p> - -<p><i>Mal.</i> Since your Lordship has begun good deeds, we'll -follow; good Sir forgive us, we are now those men fear you -for goodness sake; those sums of money unjustly we detain -from you, on your pardon shall be restor'd again, and we -your servants.</p> - -<p><i>La-p.</i> You are very forward Sir, it seems you have money, -I pray you lay out, I'll pay you, or pray for you, as the -Sea works.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Their pennance Sir, I'll undertake, so please ye<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To grant me one concealment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Long.</i> A right Courtier, still a begging.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> What is it Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> A Gentlewoman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> In my gift?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Yes Sir, in yours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why, bring her forth, and take her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lami.</i> What wench would he have?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Any wench I think.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Laverdine <i>and</i> Veramour <i>like a woman</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> This is the Gentlewoman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> 'Tis my Page, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> No Sir, I am a poor disguis'd Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That like a Page have followed you full long for love god-wot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> A Lady—<i>Laverdine</i>—yes, yes, 'tis a Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> It may be so, and yet we have lain together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by my troth I never found her, Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>L. Orl.</i> Why wore you boys cloaths?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> I'll tell you, Madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took example by two or three Plays, that methought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Concerned me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Why made you not me acquainted with it?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Indeed Sir, I knew it not my self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until this Gentleman open'd my dull eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by perswasion made me see it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> Could his power in words make such a change?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> Yes, as truly woman as your self, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Why, but hark you, are not you a woman?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> If hands and face make it not evident, you shall see more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mai.</i> Breeches, breeches, <i>Laverdine</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> 'Tis not enough, women may wear those cases.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Search further Courtier.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Omnes.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>La-p.</i> Oh thou fresh-water Gudgeon, wouldst thou come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To point of Marriage with an <i>Ignoramus</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shouldst have had her Urin to the Doctors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The foolishest Physitian could have made plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The liquid <i>Epicæne</i>; a blind man by the hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could have discovered the ring from the stone.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Boy, come, to Sea with me, I'll teach thee to climb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And come down by the Rope, nay to eat Rats.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ver.</i> I shall devour my Master before the prison then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, I have began my Trade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mal.</i> Trade? to the City, child, a flat-cap will become thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Gentlemen, I beseech you molest your selves no further,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his preferment it is determin'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I am much ashamed, and if my cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gives not satisfaction, break my head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mont.</i> Your shame's enough, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ami.</i> <i>Montague</i>, much joy attend thy marriage-bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By thy example of true goodness, envy is exil'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to all honest men that truth intend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish good luck, fair fate be still thy friend. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>Upon an Honest Man's Fortune.</h3> - -<p class="center">By Mr. <i>JOHN FLETCHER</i>.</p> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">ou</span> that can look through Heaven, and tell the Stars,</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Observe their kind conjunctions, and their wars;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Find out new Lights, and give them where you please,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To those men honors, pleasures, to those ease;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You that are God's Surveyers, and can show</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>How far, and when, and why the wind doth blow;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Know all the charges of the dreadful thunder,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And when it will shoot over, or fall under:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Tell me, by all your Art I conjure ye,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Yes, and by truth, what shall become of me?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Find out my Star, if each one, as you say,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Have his peculiar Angel, and his way;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Observe my fate, next fall into your dreams,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Sweep clean your houses, and new line your Sceames,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Then say your worst: or have I none at all?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Or is it burnt out lately? or did fall?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Or am I poor? not able, no full flame?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My Star, like me, unworthy of a name?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Is it your Art can only work on those,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That deal with dangers, dignities, and cloaths?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With Love, or new Opinions? you all lye,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A Fish-wife hath a fate, and so have I,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But far above your finding; he that gives,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Out of his providence, to all that lives,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And no man knows his treasure, no, not you:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He that made</i> Egypt <i>blind, from whence you grew</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Scabby and lowzie, that the world might see</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Your Calculations are as blind as ye:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He that made all the Stars, you daily read,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And from thence filtch a knowledge how to feed;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hath hid this from you, your conjectures all</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Are drunken things, not how, but when they fall:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Man is his own Star, and the soul that can</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Render an honest, and a perfect man,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Commands all light, all influence, all fate,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Nothing to him falls early, or too late.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Our Acts our Angels are, or good or ill,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Our fatal shadows that walk by us still,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And when the Stars are labouring, we believe</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>It is not that they govern, but they grieve</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For stuborn ignorance; all things that are</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Made for our general uses, are at war,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Even we among our selves, and from the strife,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Tour first unlike opinions got a life.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Oh man! thou Image of thy Makers good,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>What canst thou fear, when breathed into thy bloud,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>His spirit is, that built thee? what dull sence</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Makes thee suspect, in need, that Providence?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who made the morning, and who plac'd the light</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Guide to thy labours? who call'd up the night,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who gave thee knowledge, who so trusted thee,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To let thee grow so near himself, the Tree?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Must he then be distrusted? shall his frame</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Discourse with him, why thus, and thus I am?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He made the Angels thine, thy fellows all,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Nay, even thy servants, when Devotions call.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Oh! canst thou be so stupid then, so dim,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To seek a saving influence, and loose him?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Can Stars protect thee? or can poverty,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Which is the light to Heaven, put out his eye?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>He is my Star, in him all truth I find,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>All influence, all fate, and when my mind</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Is furnish'd with his fullness, my poor story</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Shall out-live all their age, and all their glory,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The hand of danger cannot fall amiss,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>When I know what, and in whose power it is.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>[N]or want, the cause of man, shall make me groan,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A Holy Hermit is a mind alone.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Doth not experience teach us all we can,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To work our selves into a glorious man?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Love's but an exhalation to best eyes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The matter spent, and then the fools fire dies?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Were I in love, and could that bright Star bring</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Increase to Wealth, Honor, and every thing:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Were she as perfect good, as we can aim,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The first was so, and yet she lost the Game.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>My Mistriss then be knowledge and fair truth;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So I enjoy all beauty and all youth,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And though to time her Lights, and Laws she lends,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>She knows no Age, that to corruption bends.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Friends promises may lead me to believe,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But he that [is] his own friend, knows to live.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Affliction, when I know it is but this,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A deep allay, whereby man tougher is</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To [b]ear the hammer, and the deeper still,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We still arise more image of his Will.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Sickness, an humorous cloud 'twixt us and light</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And death, at longest but another night.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Man is his own Star, and that soul that can</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Be honest, is the only perfect man.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - - -<p class="directcenter">FINIS. -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>THE<br /> - -MASQUE of the Gentlemen<br /> - -OF<br /> - -<i>GRAYS-INNE</i> and the <i>INNER-TEMPLE</i>;</h2> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Performed before the KING in the</i> Banqueting-House -<i>in</i> White-Hall, at the Marriage of the Illustrious -<i>Frederick</i> and <i>Elizabeth</i>, Prince and Princess Palatine -of the <i>Rhine</i>.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter">Written by <i>FRANCIS BEAMONT</i> Gent.</p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Iris <i>running</i>, Mercury <i>following, and catching hold of her</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mercury.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">tay</span> Light-[f]oot <i>Iris</i>, for thou striv'st in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wings are nimbler than thy feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> Away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissembling <i>Mercury</i>, my messages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask honest haste, not like those wanton ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your thundering Father sends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> Stay foolish Maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I will take my rise upon a hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I perceive thee seated in a cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the painted glory that thou hast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never cease to clap my willing wing[s],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I catch hold o[f] thy discolour'd Bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shiver it beyond the angry power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of your [curst] Mistriss to make up again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> <i>Hermes</i> forbear, <i>Juno</i> will chide and strike;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Is great <i>Jove</i> jealous that I am imploy'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her Love-errands? she did never yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claspe weak mortality in her white arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he has often done; I only come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To celebrate the long wish'd Nuptials<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here in <i>Olympia</i>, which are now perform'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betwixt two goodly Rivers, [which] have mixt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their gentle [ris]ing waves, and are to grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a thousand streams, great as themselves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I need not name them, for the sound is loud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Heaven and Earth, and I am sent from her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Queen of marriage, that was present here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smil'd to see them joyn, and hath not chid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since it was done. Good <i>Hermes</i> let me goe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> Nay, you must stay, <i>Jove's</i> message is the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose eyes are lightning, and whose voice is thunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose breath is a[n]y wind, he will, who knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to be first [o]n Earth, as well as Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> But what hath he to do with Nuptial rites?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him [keepe state] upon his Starry throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fright poor mortals with his Thunder-bolts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving to us the mutual darts of eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> Alas, when ever offer'd he t'abridge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Ladies power, but only now in these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose match concerns [his] general government?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath not each God a part in these high joyes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall not he the King of gods presume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without proud <i>Juno's</i> licence? let her know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That when enamour'd <i>Jove</i> fir[st] gave her power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To link soft hearts in undissolv[ed] b[o]nds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He then foresaw, and to himself reserv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honor of this marriage: thou shalt stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still as a Rock, while I to bless this Feast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will summon up with mine all-charming rod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Nymphs of Fountains, from whose watry locks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Hung with the dew of blessing and increase)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The greedy Rivers take their nourishment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y[ou] Nymphs, who bathing in your loved Springs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beheld these Rivers in their infancy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joy'd to see them, when their circled heads<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Refresh'd the Air, and spread the ground with Flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise from your Wells, and with your nimble feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perform that office to this happy pair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in these Plains you to <i>Alpheus</i> did,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When passing hence, through many Seas unmixt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gain'd the favour of his <i>Arethuse</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>The Nymphs rise, and dance a little, -and then make a stand.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> Is <i>Hermes</i> grown a Lover? by what power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown to us, calls he the [Naiades]?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> Presumptuous <i>Iris</i>, I could make thee dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till thou forgetst thy Ladies messages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rann'st back crying to her; thou shalt know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My power is more, only my breath, and this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall move fix'd Stars, and force the Firmament<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To yield the Hyades, who govern showers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dewy clouds, in whose dispersed drops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou form'st the shape of thy deceitful Bow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Y[ou] Maids, who yearly at appointed times<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advance with kindly tears, the gentle floods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Discend, and pour your blessing on these streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which rolling down from Heaven-aspiring hills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now united in the fruitful vales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear all before them, ravish'd with their joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swell in glory, till they know no bounds.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directright"> - -<p>[<i>The Cloud discends with the Hyades, at which the -Maids seem to be rejoyced; they all dance a while -together, then make another stand, as if they -wanted something.</i></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> Great Wit and Power hath <i>Hermes</i> to contrive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A livel[esse] dance, which of one sex consists.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> Alas poor <i>Iris</i>! <i>Venus</i> hath in store<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A secret ambush of her winged boys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lurking long within these pleasant groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First stuck these Lovers with their equal darts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those <i>Cupids</i> shall come forth, and joyn with these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To honor that which they themselves began.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directright"> - -<p>[<i>The</i> Cupids <i>come forth and dance, they are weary -with their blind pursuing the Nymphs, and th[e] -Nymphs weary with flying them</i>.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> Behold the Statues which wild Vulcan plac'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the Altar of Olympian <i>Jove</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave to them an artificial life:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">[Shall daunce for joy of these great Nuptialls:]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how they move, drawn by this Heavenly joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the wild Trees, which followed <i>Orpheus</i> Harp.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directright"> - -<p>[<i>The Statues come down, and they all dance, till the -Nymphs out-run them, and lose them, then the</i> -Cupids <i>go off, and last the Statues</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> And what will <i>Juno's Iris</i> do for her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> Just match this shew, or m[y] inventio[n] fail[es],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it been worthier, I would have invok'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blazing Comets, Clouds, and falling Stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my kindred Meteors of the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have excell'd it; but I now must strive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To imitate confusion; therefore thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delightful <i>Flora</i>; if thou ever feltst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Increase of sweetness in those blooming Plants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On which the horns of my fair Bow decline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send hither all th[e] rural company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which deck the May-games with their [Countrey] sports;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Juno</i> will have it so.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directright"> - -<p>[<i>The second Anti-Masque [rush] in, [dance] their -measure, and as rudely depart.</i></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> <i>Iris</i>, we strive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like winds at liberty, who should do worst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E'r we return. If <i>Juno</i> be the Queen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Marriages, let her give happy way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what is done in honor of the State<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She governs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Iris.</i> <i>Hermes</i>, so it may be done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meerly in honor of the State, and th[e]se<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now have prov'd it; not to satisfy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lust of <i>Jupiter</i>, in having thanks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than his <i>Juno</i>; if thy Snaky rod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have power to search the Heaven, or sound the Sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or call together all the ends of earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring [in] any thing that may do grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us, and these, do it, we shall be pleas'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Merc.</i> Then know that from the mouth of <i>Jove</i> himself,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Whose words have wings, and need not to be born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took a message, and I b[a]re it through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand yielding clouds, and never staid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till his high Will was done: the <i>Olympian</i> games,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which long ha[ve] slept, at these wish'd Nuptials,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He pleas'd to have renew'd, and all his Knights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are gather'd hither, who within their Tents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rest on this hill, upon whose rising head<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directright"> - -<p>[<i>The Altar is discovered with the Pri[e]sts about it, -and the Statues under it, and the Knights lying in -their Tents on each side, near the top of the hill.</i></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behold <i>Jove's</i> Altar, and his blessed Priests<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving about it; come you Holy men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with your voices draw these youths along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That till <i>Jove's</i> Musick call them to their games.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their active sports may give a blest content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those, for whom they are again begun.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="hangindent">The first Song, when the Priests descend, and -the Knights follow them.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Shake off your heavy trance,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>and leap into a dance,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Such as no mortals use to tread,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>fit only for</i> Apollo<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>To play to, for the Moon to lead,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>And all the Stars to follow</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="hangindent">The second Song at the end of the first Dance.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>On blessed youths, for</i> Jove <i>doth pause,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Laying aside his graver Laws</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>For this device:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And at the wedding such a pair,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Each dance is taken for a prayer,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>Each Song a Sacrifice.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="hangindent">The third Song, after their many Dances, when -they are to take out the Ladies.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20">Single.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>More pleasing were these sweet delights,</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span> -<span class="i4"><i>If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Run every one of you and catch</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>A Nymph, in honor of his match;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And whisper boldly in her ear,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4">Jove <i>will but laugh, if you forswear.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i24">All.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>And this days sins he doth resolve,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>That we his Priests should all absolve.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="hangindent">The fourth Song, when they have parted with the Ladies, -a shrill Musick sounds, supposed to be that which calls -them to the Olympian games, at which they all make -a seeming preparation to depart.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Y[e] should stay longer if we durst,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Away, alas! that he that first</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Gave time wild wings to fly away,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>H[ath] now no power to make him stay.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>[But] though these games must needs be plaid,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>I would th[is] pair, when they are laid,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>And not a creature nigh 'em,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>[Could] catch his sithe, as he doth pass,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And [cut] his wings, and break his glass,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>And keep him ever by 'em.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="hangindent">The fifth Song, when all is done, as they ascend</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>Peace and silence be the guide</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>To the Man, and to the Bride:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>If there be a joy y[e]t new</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>In marriage, let it fall on you,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>That all the world may wonder:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>If we should stay, we should do worse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>And turn our blessings to a curse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i8"><i>By keeping you asunder.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>Four PLAYS in One.</h2> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Persons represented in the Play."> -<caption>The Persons represented in the Play.</caption> - - <tr> - <td>Emanuel, <i>King of</i> Portugal, & Castile.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isabella, <i>his Queen</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lords.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Frigoso, <i>a Courtier</i>.</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl"><i>Spectators of the Play at the celebration of their Nuptials.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rinaldo, <i>his acquaintance</i>.</td> - </tr> -</table></div> - - -<h4>The Triumph of Honor.</h4> - - -<div class="poetry-center"><ul><li class="indx">Martius, <i>a Roman General</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Valerius, <i>his Brother</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Nicodemus, <i>a cowardly Corporal</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Cornelius, <i>a wittal Sutler</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Captain.</li> -<li class="indx">Sophocles, <i>Duke of</i> Athens.</li> - -<li class="ifrst tdc">WOMEN.</li> - -<li class="indx">Diana.</li> -<li class="indx">Dorigen, Sophocles <i>wife, the example of Chastity</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Florence, <i>Wife to</i> Cornelius.</li> -</ul> -</div> - -<h4>The Triumph of Love.</h4> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="The Persons represented in the Play."> - <tr> - <td>Cupid.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rinaldo, <i>Duke of</i> Milan.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Benvoglio,</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl"><i>Brothers, Lords of</i> Milan</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Randulpho,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="bt">Gerard,</td> - <td rowspan="2" class="bl bt"><i>Sons of the Duke, supposed lost.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ferdinand,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">WOMEN.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Angelina, <i>Wife to</i> Benvoglio.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Violante, <i>her Daughter</i>, Gerard's <i>Mistriss</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dorothea, Violante's <i>Attendant</i>.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cornelia, <i>the obscured Duchess</i>.</td> - </tr> -</table><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></div> - - -<h4>The Triumph of Death.</h4> - - -<div class="poetry-center"><ul><li class="indx">Duke <i>of</i> Anjou.</li> -<li class="indx">Lavall, <i>his lustful Heir</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Gentille, <i>a Courtier, Father to</i> Perolot.</li> -<li class="indx">Perolot, <i>contracted to</i> Gabriella.</li> -<li class="indx">Two Gentlemen.</li> -<li class="indx">A Spirit.</li> -<li class="indx">Shalloone, <i>servant to</i> Lavall.</li> - -<li class="ifrst tdc">WOMEN.</li> - -<li class="indx">Gabriella, <i>the despised wife of</i> Lavall.</li> -<li class="indx">Hellena, <i>his second wife</i>.</li> -<li class="indx">Casta, <i>Daughter to</i> Gentille.</li> -<li class="indx">Maria, <i>a servant attending on</i> Gabriella.</li> -</ul> -</div> - -<h4>The Triumph of Time.</h4> - - -<div class="poetry-center"><ul><li class="indx">Jupiter.</li> -<li class="indx">Mercurie.</li> -<li class="indx">Plutus.</li> -<li class="indx">Time.</li> -<li class="indx">Atropos.</li> -<li class="indx">Desire.</li> -<li class="indx">Vain Delight.</li> -<li class="indx">Bounty.</li> -<li class="indx">Poverty.</li> -<li class="indx">Honesty.</li> -<li class="indx">Simplicity.</li> -<li class="indx">Fame.</li> -</ul></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>Four<br /> - -PLAYS<br /> - -OR<br /> - -Moral Representations<br /> - -IN ONE.</h3> - - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Don</i> Frigozo. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> <span class="directline">[<i>Noise within.</i></span> -<span class="fauxcap">A</span><span class="smcap">way</span> with those bald-pated Rascals there, their wits are -bound up in Vellom, they are not currant here. Down -with those City-Gentlemen, &c. Out with those —— I say, and -in with their wives at the back door. Worship and place, I am -weary of ye, ye lye on my shoulders lik a load of Gold on an -Asses back. A man in Authority, is but as a candle in the wind, -sooner wasted or blown out, than under a bushel. How now, -what's the matter?</p> - -<p>Who are you, Sir?</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Rinaldo. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Who am I, Sir? why, do y' not know me?</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> No by my —— do I not.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> I am sure we din'd together to day.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> That's all one: as I din'd with you in the City, -and as you paid for my dinner there, I do know you, and am<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> -beholding to you: But as my mind is since transmigrated -into my office, and as you come to Court to have me pay -you again, and be beholding to me, I know you not, I know -you not.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Nay, but look ye, Sir.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> Pardon me: If you had been my bed-fellow these -seven years, and lent me money to buy my place, I must not -transgress principles: This very talking with you is an ill -example.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Pish, you are too punctual a Courtier, Sir: why, -I am a Courtier too, yet never understood the place or name -to be so infectious to humanity and manners, as to cast a man -into a burning pride and arrogance, for which there is no cure. -I am a Courtier, and yet I will know my friends, I tell you.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> And I tell you, you will thrive accordingly, I -warrant you.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> But hark ye, Signior <i>Frigozo</i>, you shall first understand, -I have no friends with me to trouble you.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> Humh: That's a good motive.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> No[r] to borrow money of you.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> That's an excellent motive.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> No my sweet Don, nor to ask what you owe me.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> Why, that is the very motive of motives, why I -ought and will know thee: and if I had not wound thee up to -this promise, I would not have known thee these fifteen years, -no more than the errantst, or most founder'd <i>Castillian</i> that -followed our new Queens Carriages a-foot.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Nor for any thing, dear Don, but that you would -place me conveniently to see the Play to night.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> That shall I, Signior <i>Rinaldo</i>: but would you had -come sooner: you see how full the Scaffolds are, there is scant -room for a Lovers thought here. Gentlewomen sit close for -shame: Has none of ye a little corner for this Gentleman? I'll -place ye, fear not. And how did our brave King of <i>Portugal</i>, -<i>Emanuel</i>, bear himself to day? You saw the solemnity of the -marriage.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Why, like a fit Husband for so gracious and excellent -a Princess, as his worthy mate <i>Isabella</i>, the King of <i>Castiles</i> -Daughter doth in her very external li[ne]aments, mixture of -colours, and joyning Dove-like behaviour assure her self to be.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> -And I protest (my dear Don) seriously, I can sing prophetically -nothing but blessed Hymns, and happy occasions to this sacred -union of <i>Portugal</i> and <i>Castile</i>, which have so wisely and mutually -conjoyned two such virtuous and beautiful Princes as these are; -and in all opinion like to multiply to their very last minute.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> The King is entring: Signior, hover here about, -and as soon as the Train is set, clap into me, we'll stand near -the State. If you have any Creditors here, they shall renew -bonds a Twelvemonth on such a sight: but to touch the pomel -of the King's Chair in the sight of a Citizen, is better security -for a thousand double Duckets, than three of the best Merchants -in <i>Lisbon</i>. Besides, Signior, we will censure, not only the -King in the Play here, that Reigns his two hours; but the -King himself, that is to rule his life time: Take my counsel: -I have one word to say to this noble Assembly, and I am for you.</p> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> Your method shall govern me.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Frig. <i>Prologues are bad Huishers before the wise;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Why may not then an Huisher Prologize?</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here's a fair sight, and were ye oftner seen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thus gather'd here, 'twould please our King and Queen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Upon my conscience, ye are welcome all</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To</i> Lisbon, <i>and the Court of</i> Portugal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Where your fair eyes shall feed on no worse sights</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Than preparations made for Kings delights.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We wish to men content, the manliest treasure,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And to the Women, their own wish'd for pleasure.</i> <span class="directline">[Flourish.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter King and Queen, Emanuel and Isabella, -Lords and attendants.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Em.</i> Fair fountain of my life, from whose pure streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The propagation of two Kingdoms flowes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never contention rise in eithers brest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But contestation whose love shall be best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Isab.</i> Majestick Ocean, that with plenty feeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me, thy poor tributary Rivolet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sun of my beauty, that with radiant beams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dost gild, and dance upon these humble streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curst be my birth-hour, and my ending day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When back your love-floods I forget to pay:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Or if this brest of mine, your crystall brook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever take other form in, other look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yours, or ere produce unto your grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A strange reflection, or anothers face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But be your love-book clasp'd, open'd to none<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you, nor hold a storie, but your own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A water fix'd, that ebbs nor floods pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frozen to all, onely dissolv'd to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Em.</i> O, who shall tel the sweetness of our love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To future times, and not be thought to lye?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I look through this hour like a perspective,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far off see millions of prosperous seeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That our reciprocall affection breeds.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus my white rib, close in my brest with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which nought shall tear hence, but mortalitie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lords.</i> Be Kingdoms blest in you, you blest in them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Frig.</i> Whist, Seignior; my strong imagination shews me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love (me thinks) bathing in milk, and wine in her cheeks:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! how she clips him, like a plant of Ivie.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Rin.</i> I; Could not you be content to be an Owl in such -an ivie-bush, or one of the Oaks of the City to be so clipt?</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> Equivocal Don, though I like the clipping well, I -could not be content either to be your Owl, or your Ox of -the City. The Play begins. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Poet with a garland.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poet Prologue. <i>Low at your sacred feet our poor Muse layes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Her, and her thunder-fearless virdant Bayes.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Four severall</i> Triumphs <i>to your Princely eyes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Of</i> Honor, Love, Death, <i>and</i> Time <i>do rise</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>From our approaching subject, which we move</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Towards you with fear, since that a sweeter</i> Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>A brighter</i> Honor, <i>purer</i> Chastitie<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>March in your brests this day triumphantly,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Then our weak Scenes can show: then how dare we</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Present like Apes and Zanies, things that be</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Exemplifi'd in you, but that we know,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>We ne'r crav'd grace, which you did not bestow</i>?<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p> -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p><i>Enter in triumph with Drums, Trumpets, Colours</i>, Martius, -Valerius, Sophocles <i>bound</i>, Nicodemus, Cornelius, -<i>Captains and Soldiers</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> What means proud <i>Sophocles</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> To go even with <i>Martius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not to follow him like his Officer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never waited yet on any man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why poor <i>Athenian</i> Duke, thou art my slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My blows have conquerd thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Thy slave? proud <i>Martius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Cato</i> thy countrey-man (whose constancie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the Romans, I did honor most)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rip'd himself twice to avoid slavery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making himself his own Anatomie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But look thee <i>Martius</i>, not a vein runs here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From head to foot, but <i>Sophocles</i> would unseame, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a spring garden shoot his scornfull blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into their eyes, durst come to tread on him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As for thy blows, they did [not] conquer me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven Battailes have I met thee face to face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And given thee blow for blow, and wound for wound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And till thou taught'st me, knew not to retire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy sword was then as bold, thy arm as strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy blows then <i>Martius</i>, cannot conquer me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> What is it then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Fortune.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Why, yet in that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art the worse man, and must follow him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Young Sir, you erre: If Fortune could be call'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or his, or your's, or mine, in good or evill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For any certain space, thou hadst spoke truth:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she but jests with man, and in mischance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Abhors all constancie, flowting him still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some small touch of good, or seeming good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst of his mischief: which vicissitude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes him strait doff his armour, and his fence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had prepar'd before, to break her strokes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So from the very Zenith of her wheel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she has dandled some choice favorite,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Given him his boons in women, honor, wealth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the various delecacies of earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the fool scorns the gods in his excess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She whirls, and leaves him at th' <i>Antipodes</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Art sure we have taken him? Is this <i>Sophocles</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fettred arms say no; his free soul, I.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This <i>Athens</i> nurseth Arts, as well as Arms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Nor glory <i>Martius</i>, in this day of thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis behind yesterday, but before to morrow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows what Fortune then will do with thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She never yet could make the better man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The better chance she has: the man that's best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She still contends with, and doth favor least.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Me thinks a graver thunder then the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breaks from his lips; I am amaz'd to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Athens</i> words, more then her swords doth fear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> <i>Martius</i>, slave <i>Sophocles</i>, couldst thou acquire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And did thy Roman gods so love thy prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And solemn sacrifice, to grant thy suit)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gather all the valour of the <i>Cæsars</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Predecessors, and what is to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by their influence fling it on thee now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou couldst not make my mind go less, not pare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all their swords one virtue from my soul:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How am I vassall'd then? Make such thy slaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As dare not keep their goodness past their graves.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know General, we two are chances on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The die of Fate; now thrown, thy six is up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my poor one beneath thee, next th[y] throw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May set me upmost, and cast thee below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Yet will I trie thee more: Calamitie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is mans true touchstone: Listen insolent Prince,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dar'st contemn the Master of thy life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I will force here 'fore thy City walls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With barbarous crueltie, and call thy wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see it, and then after send her—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> And then demolish <i>Athens</i> to the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Depopulate her, fright away her fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave succession neither stone nor name.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Dost thou deride me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Kneel, ask <i>Martius</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For mercy, <i>Sophocles</i>, and live happy still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Kneel, and ask mercie? (<i>Roman</i>) art a god?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never kneel'd, or begg'd of any else.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art a fool, and I will loose no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instructions on thee: now I find thy eares <span class="directline">[<i>Solemn Musick.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Dorigen, Ladyes bearing a sword.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are foolish, like thy tongue. My <i>Dorigen</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! must she see me bound?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Cap.</i> There's the first sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He breath'd since he was born, I think.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Cap.</i> Forbear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All but the Lady his wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> How my heart chides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The manacles of my hands, that let them not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embrace my <i>Dorigen</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Turn but thy face.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ask thy life of <i>Martius</i> thus, and thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(With thy fair wife) shalt live; <i>Athens</i> shall stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all her priviledges augmented be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> 'Twere better <i>Athens</i> perish'd, and my wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which (Romans) I do know a worthie one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then <i>Sophocles</i> should shrink of <i>Sophocles</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commit profane Idolatry, by giving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reverence due to gods to thee blown man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Rough, stubborn Cynick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Thou art rougher far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of a couser wale, fuller of pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less temperate to bear prosperity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou seest my meer neglect hath rais'd in thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A storm more boystrous then the Oceans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My virtue, Patience, makes thee vitious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why, fair-ey'd Lady, do you kneel?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Great Generall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Victorious, godlike <i>Martius</i>, your poor handmaid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kneels, for her husband will not, cannot: speaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus humbly, that he may not. Listen <i>Roman</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Thou whose advanced front doth speak thee <i>Roman</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To every Nation, and whose deeds assure 't;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold a Princess (whose declining head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to a drooping lilly after storms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bowes to thy feet) and playing here the slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep her husbands greatness unabated:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All which doth make thy Conquest greater: For,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he be base in ought whom thou hast taken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then <i>Martius</i> hath but taken a base prize.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if this Jewell hold lustre and value,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Martius</i> is richer then in that he hath won.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O make him such a Captive, as thy self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto another wouldst, great Captain, be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till then, he is no prisoner fit for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> <i>Valerius</i>, here is harmonie would have brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old crabbed <i>Saturn</i> to sweet sleep, when <i>Jove</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did first incense him with Rebellion:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Athens</i> doth make women Philosophers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sure their children chat the talk of gods.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Rise beauteous <i>Dorigen</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Not untill I know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Generals resolution.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> One soft word<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From <i>Sophocles</i> would calm him into tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like gentle showres after tempestuous winds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> To buy the world, he will not give a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A look, a tear, a knee, 'gainst his own judgement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the divine composure of his minde:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All which I therefore doe, and here present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Victors wreathe, this rich <i>Athenian</i> sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trophies of Conqu[e]st, which, great <i>Martius</i>, wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be appeas'd: Let <i>Sophocles</i> still live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> He would not live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> He would not beg to live.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he shall so forget, then I begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To command, <i>Martius</i>; and when he kneels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Dorigen</i> stands; when he lets fall a tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dry mine eyes, and scorn him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Scorn him now then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here in the face of <i>Athens</i>, and thy friends.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Self-will'd, stiff <i>Sophocles</i>, prepare to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by that sword thy Lady honor'd me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With which her self shall follow. Romans, Friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who dares but strike this stroke, shall part with me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half <i>Athens</i>, and my half of Victorie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cap.</i> By —— not we.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nic. Cor.</i> We two will do it, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Away, ye fish-fac'd Rascals.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> <i>Martius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Eclipse this great Eclipse labours thy fame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Valerius</i> thy Brother shall for once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn Executioner: Give me the sword.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now <i>Sophocles</i>, I'll strike as suddenly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thou dar'st die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Thou canst not. And <i>Valerius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis less dishonour to thee thus to kill me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then bid me kneel to <i>Martius</i>: 'tis to murther<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fame of living men, which great ones do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their studies strangle, poyson makes away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wretched hangman only ends the Play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Art thou prepar'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Yes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Bid thy wife farewell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> No, I will take no leave: My <i>Dorigen</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder above, 'bout <i>Ariadnes</i> Crown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My spirit shall hover for thee; prethee haste.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Stay <i>Sophocles</i>, with this tie up my sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let not soft nature so transform[e]d be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And lose her gentle[r] sex'd humanitie)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me see my Lord bleed. So, 'tis well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never one object underneath the Sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will I behold before my <i>Sophocles</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell: now teach the Romans how to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Dost know what 'tis to die?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Thou dost not, <i>Martius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore not what 'tis to live; to die<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to begin to live: It is to end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An old stale weary work, and to commence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A newer and a better. 'Tis to leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceitfull knaves for the societie<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Of gods and goodness. Thou thy self must part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last from all thy garlands, pleasures, Triumphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prove thy fortitude, what then 'twill do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> But ar't not griev'd nor vex'd to leave life thus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Why should I grieve, or vex for being sent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To them I ever lov'd best? now I'll kneel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with my back toward thee; 'tis the last duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This trunk can doe the gods.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Strike, strike, <i>Valerius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or <i>Martius</i> heart will leap out at his mouth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is a man, a woman! Kiss thy Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And live with all the freedome you were wont.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O Love! thou doubly hast afflicted me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With virtue, and with beauty. Treacherous heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My hand shall cast thee quick into my urne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E're thou transgress this knot of pietie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> What ails my Brother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> <i>Martius</i>, oh <i>Martius</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou now hast found a way to conquer me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> O star of <i>Rome</i>, what gratitude can speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fit words to follow such a deed as this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Doth <i>Juno</i> talk, or <i>Dorigen</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> You are observ'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> This admirable Duke (<i>Valerius</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his disdain of Fortune, and of Death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Captiv'd himself, hath captivated me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though my arm hath ta'ne his body here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His soul hath subjugated <i>Martius</i> soul:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By <i>Romulus</i>, he is all soul, I think;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath no flesh, and spirit cannot b[e] gyv'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then we have vanquish'd nothing; he is free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Martius</i> walks now in captivitie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> How fares the noble Roman?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Your blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sunk down to your heart, and your bright eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have lost their splendor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Baser fires go out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the Sun shines on 'em: I am not well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An Apoplectick fit I use to have<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span> -<span class="i0">After my heats in war carelesly coold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> <i>Martius</i> shall rest in <i>Athens</i> with his friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till this distemper leave him: O! great Roman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See <i>Sophocles</i> doe that for thee, he could not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do for himself, weep. <i>Martius</i>, by the——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It grieves me that so brave a soul should suffer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the bodies weak infirmitie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Lady, take him to thy loving charge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let thy care be tender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Kingly Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am your Nurse and servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> O deer Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Mistris, nay my Deity; guide me heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten wreathes triumphant <i>Martius</i> will give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To change a <i>Martius</i> for a <i>Sophocles</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can't not be done (<i>Valerius</i>) with this boot?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inseparable affection, ever thus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Colleague with <i>Athens Rome</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Beat warlike tunes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilest <i>Dorigen</i> thus honors <i>Martius</i> brow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With one victorious wreath more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> And <i>Sophocles</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus girds his Sword of conquest to his thigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ne'r be drawn, but cut out Victorie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lords.</i> For ever be it thus. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Corporall <i>Nichodemus</i>, a word with you.</p> - -<p><i>Nic.</i> My worthie Sutler <i>Cornelius</i>, it befits not <i>Nichodemus</i> -the Roman Officer to parley with a fellow of thy rank: the -affairs of the Empire are to be occupied.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Let the affaires of the Empire lie a while unoccupied, -sweet <i>Nichodemus</i>; I doe require the money at thy hands, which -thou doest owe me; and if faire means cannot attain, force of -Armes shall accomplish.</p> - -<p><i>Nic.</i> Put up and live.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> I have put up too much already, thou Corporall of -Concupiscence, for I suspect thou hast dishonored my flock-bed, -and with thy foolish Eloquence, and that bewitching face -of thine drawn my Wife, the young harlotrie baggage to prostitute -herself unto thee. Draw therefore, for thou shalt find -thyself a mortall Corporall.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Nichod.</i> Stay thy dead-doing hand, and heare: I will rather -descend from my honor, and argue these contumelies with thee, -then clutch thee (poor flye) in these eaglet —— of mine: or draw -my sword of Fate on a Pesant, a <i>Besognio</i>, a <i>Cocoloch</i>, as thou -art. Thou shalt first understand this foolish eloquence, and -intolerable beauty of mine (both which, I protest, are meerly -naturall) are the gifts of the gods, with which I have neither -sent baudy Sonnet, nor amorous glance, or (as the vulgar call -it) sheeps eye to thy betrothed <i>Florence</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Cor.</i> Thou lyest.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nich.</i> O gods of <i>Rome</i>, was <i>Nichodemus</i> born<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear these braveries from a poor provant?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet when dogs bark, or when the asses bray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lion laughs, not roars, but goes his way.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Cornel.</i> A —— o' your poeticall veine: This versifying my -wife has hornified me. Sweet Corporall codshead, no more -standing on your punctilio's and punketto's of honor, they are -not worth a lowse: the truth is, thou art the Generals Bygamie, -that is, his fool, and his knave; thou art miscreant and recreant, -not an horse-boy in the Legions, but has beaten thee; thy -beginning was knap-sack, and thy ending will be halter-sack.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Me thinks I am now <i>Sophocles</i>, the wise, and thou -art <i>Martius</i>, the mad.</p> - -<p><i>Cornel.</i> No more of your tricks good Corporall Letherchops: -I say, thou hast dishonour'd me, and since honor now -adaies is only repaired by money, pay me, and I am satisfied: -Even reckoning keeps long friends.</p> - -<p><i>Nic.</i> Let us continue friends then, for I have been even -with thee a long time; and though I have not paid thee, I have -paid thy wife.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Flow forth my tears, thou hast deflowred her <i>Tarquin</i>, -the Garden of my delight, hedg'd about, in which there was but -one bowling Alley for mine owne private procreation, thou hast, -like a thief in the night, leap'd the hedge, entred my Alley, and -without my privitie, plaid thine owne rubbers.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nic.</i> How long shall patience thus securely snore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it my fault, if these attractive eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This budding chin, or rosie-colour'd cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This comely body, and this waxen leg,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have drawn her into a fools paradise?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span> -<span class="i0">By <i>Cupids</i> —— I do swear (no other)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She's chaster far then <i>Lucrece</i>, her grand-mother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pure as glass-window, ere the rider dash it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whiter then Ladyes smock, when she did wash it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For well thou wotst (though now my hearts Commandress)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I once was free, and she but the Camps Landress.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> I, she then came sweet to me; no part about her -but smelt of Soap-suds, like a <i>Dryad</i> out of a wash-bowl. Pray, -or pay.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Hold.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Corn.</i> Was thy cheese mouldy, or thy peny-worths small?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was not thy Ale the mightiest of the earth in Malt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy stope fill'd like a tide: was not thy bed soft, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Bacon fatter then a dropsie? Come, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Nich.</i> <i>Mars</i> then inspire me with the fencing skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our Tragedi[a]n Actors. Honor pricks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Sutler, now I come with thwacks and thwicks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grant us one crush, one pass, and now a high, Cavalto fall:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then up again, now down again, yet do no harm at all.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Wife.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Wife.</i> O that ever I was born: why Gent?</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> <i>Messaline</i> of <i>Rome</i>, away, disloyal Concubine: I -will be deafer to thee, then thou art to others: I will have -my hundred drachma's he owes me, thou arrant whore.</p> - -<p><i>Wife.</i> I know he is an hundred drachmaes o'the score; -but what o' that? no bloodshed, sweet <i>Cornelius</i>. O my heart; -o' my conscience 't is faln thorow the bottom of my bellie. -O my sweet Didimus, if either of ye miskil one another, what -will become of [p]oor <i>Florence</i>? Pacifie your selves, I pray.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Go to, my heart is not stone; I am not marble: -drie your eyes, <i>Florence</i>; the scurvie apes-face knows my blinde -side well enough: leave your puling; will this content ye? let -him tast thy nether lip, which in signe of amitie I thus take off -again: go thy ways, and provide the Cows udder.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Lilie of Concord. And now, honest Sutler, since -I have had proof as well of thy good nature, as of thy wives -before, I will acquaint thee with a project shall fully satisfie -thee for thy debt. Thou shalt understand I am shortly to -be knighted.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> The devil thou art.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Renounce me else; for the sustenance of which -Worship (which Worship many times wants sustenance) I have -here the Generals grant to have the leading of two hundred men.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> You jest, you jest.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Refuse me else to the pit.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Mercie on us: ha you not forgot your self? by -you[r] swearing you should be knighted already.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> Damn me, Sir, here's his hand, read it.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Alas, I cannot.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> I know that.</p> - -<p>It has pleas'd the General to look upon my service. Now, -Sir, shall you joyn with me in petitioning for fifty men more, in -regard of my arrearages to you; which if granted, I will bestow -the whole profit of those fifty men on thee and thine heirs for -ever, till <i>Atropos</i> do cut this simple thred.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> No more, dear Corporal, Sir <i>Nichodemus</i>, that shall -be, I cry your wishes mercie: I am your servant body and -goods, moveables and immoveables; use my house, use my wife, -use me, abuse me, do what you list.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> A figment is a candid lye: this is an old Pass. -Mark what follows. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martius, and two Captains.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Pray leave me: you are Romans, honest men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep me not company, I am turn'd knave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have lost my fame and nature. <i>Athens, Athens</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This <i>Dorigen</i> is thy <i>Palladium</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that will sack thee, must betray her first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose words wound deeper than her husbands sword;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes make captive still the Conqueror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here they keep her only to that end.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O subtill devil, what a golden ball<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did tempt, when thou didst cast her in my way!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, foolish <i>Sophocles</i>, broughtst thou not to field<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Lady, that thou mightst have overcome?<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Martius</i> had kneel'd, and yielded all his wreathes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hang like Jewels on the seven-fold hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid <i>Rome</i>, send him out to fight with men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For that she knew he durst) and not 'gainst Fate<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Or Deities, what mortal conquers them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insatiate <i>Julius</i>, when his Victories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had run ore half the world, had he met her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There he had stopt the legend of his deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid by his Arms, been overcome himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let her vanquish th' other half. And fame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made beauteous <i>Dorigen</i>, the greater name.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall I thus fall? I will not; no, my tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cast on my heart, shall quench these lawless fires:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He conquers best, conquers his lewd desires.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Dorigen, with Ladyes.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Great Sir, my Lord commands me visit you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thinks your retir'd melancholy proceeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From some distast of worthless entertainment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will't please you take your chamber? how d'ye do, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Lost, lost again; the wild rage of my blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth Ocean-like oreflow the shallow shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my weak virtue: my desire's a vane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the least breath from her turns every way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> What says my Lord?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Dismiss your women, pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I'll reveal my grief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Leave me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Long tales of love (whilst love it self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might be enjoyed) are languishing delays.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a secret strange lies in my brest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will partake wi' you, which much concerns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lord, your self, and me. Oh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Strange secrets, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should not be made so cheap to strangers: yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If your strange secret do no lower lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then in your brest, discover it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! can you not see it, Lady, in my sighs?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Sighs none can paint, and therefore who can see?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Scorn me not, <i>Dorigen</i>, with mocks: <i>Alcides</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That master'd monsters, was by beautie tam'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Omphale</i> smil'd his club out of his hand,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And made him spin her smocks. O sweet, I love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I love <i>Sophocles</i>: I must enjoy you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I would not injure him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Let go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You hurt me, Sir: fare well. Stay, is this <i>Martius</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not tell my Lord; he'll swear I lye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubt my fidelitie, before thy honor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How hast thou vex'd the gods, that they would let thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus violate friendship, hospitalitie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the bounds of sacred pietie?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure thou but tri'st me out of love to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wouldst reject me, if I did consent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O <i>Martius, Martius</i>, wouldst thou in one minute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blast all thy Laurels, which so many years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast been purchasing with blood and sweat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath <i>Dorigen</i> never been written, read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the epithet of chast, chast <i>Dorigen</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wouldst thou fall upon her chastitie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a black drop of ink, to blot it out?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When men shall read the records of thy valour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy hitherto-brave virtue, and approach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Highly content yet) to this foul assault<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Included in this leaf, this ominous leaf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shall throw down the Book, and read no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the best deeds ensue, and all conclude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ravell'd the whole story, whose sound heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which should have been) prov'd the most leprous part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> O! thou confut'st divinely, and thy words<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do fall like rods upon me; but they have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such silken lines, and silver hooks, that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am faster snar'd: my love has ta'en such hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That (like two wrestlers) though thou stronger be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hast cast me, I hope to pull thee after.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must, or perish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Perish, <i>Martius</i>, then;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I here vow unto the gods, These rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These rocks we see so fix'd, shall be removed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made champion field, ere I so impious prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stain my Lords bed with adulterous love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Valerius.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> The gods protect fair <i>Dorigen</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Amen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all you wolvish Romanes. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Ha? what's this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, brother, in your moods? O th[e]n my doubts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are truths. Have at it: I must try a way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be resolv'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> How strangely dost thou look! what ailst thou?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> What ailst thou?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why, I 'm mad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Why, I [a]m madder. <i>Martius</i>, draw thy sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lop a villain from the earth; for if<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt not, on some tree about this place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll hang my self; <i>Valerius</i> shall not live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wound his brothers honor, stain his Countrey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And branded with ingratitude to all times.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> For what can all this be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> I [a]m in love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why so am I. With whom? ha?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> <i>Dorigen.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> With <i>Dorigen</i>? how dost thou love her? speak.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Val.</i> Even to the height of lust; and I must have her -or else I die.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Thou shalt, thou daring Traitor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On all the confines I have rid my horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was there no other woman for thy choice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>Dorigen</i>? Why, villain, she is mine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She makes me pine thus, sullen, mad, and fool;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'T is I must have her, or I die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> O all ye gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mercy look on this declining rock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of valour, and of virtue; breed not up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(From infancie) in honor, to full man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you have done him, to destroy: here, strike;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have onely search'd thy wound: dispatch;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far, far be such love from <i>Valerius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So far he scorns to live to be call'd brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By him that dares own such folly and such vice.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> 'T is truth thou speak'st; but I do hate it: peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If heaven will snatch my sword out of my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put a rattle in it, what can I do?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that is destin'd to be odious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his old age, must undergo his fate.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Cornelius and Nichodemus.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> If you do not back me, I shall never do't.</p> - -<p><i>Nich.</i> I warrant you.</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Humh, humh: Sir; my Lord, my Lord.</p> - -<p><i>Mart.</i> Hah? what's the matter?</p> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> Humh; concerning the odd fifty, my Lord, and -'t please your Generality, his Worship, Sir <i>Nichodemus</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Mar.</i> What's here? a Pass? you would for <i>Rome</i>? you -lubbers, doth one days laziness make ye covet home? away, -ye boarish rogues; ye dogs, away.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter wife.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Wife.</i> Oh, oh, oh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How now man, are you satisfi'd?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Corn.</i> I, I, I: a —— o' your Corporal; I 'm paid soundly, -I was never better paid in all my life.</p> - -<p><i>Wife.</i> Mar[r]y the gods blessing on his honors heart: you -have done a charitable deed, Sir, many more such may you -live to do, Sir: the gods keep you, Sir, the gods protect -you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> These peasants mock me sure (<i>Valerius</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive my dotage, see my ashes urn'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tell fair <i>Dorigen</i>, (she that but now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Left me with this harsh vow, Sooner these rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be remov'd, then she would yield) that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was yet so loving, on her gift to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> O <i>Jupiter</i> forbid it, Sir, and grant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This my device may certifie thy mind:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are my brother, nor must perish thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be comforted: think you fair <i>Dorigen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would yield your wishes, if these envious rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By skill could be remov'd, or by fallacie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She made believe so?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why, she could not chuse;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>Athenians</i> are religious in their vows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above all nations.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Soft, down yonder hill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady comes this way, once more to trie her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If she persist in obstinacie: by my skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn'd from the old <i>Caldean</i> was my Tutor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who train'd me in the <i>Mathematicks</i>, I will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So dazle and delude her sight, that she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall think this great impossibilitie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Effected by some supernatural means.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be confident; this engine shall at least,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the gods better order, still this brest. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Valerius.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> O my best brother, go; and for reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chuse any part o'th' world, I'll give it thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O little <i>Rome</i>, men say thou art a god;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou mightst have got a fitter fool then I.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Dorigen.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Art thou there, Basilisk? remove thine eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I'm sick to death with thy infection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Yet, yet have mercy on me; save him, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose single arm defends all <i>Rome</i>, whose mercie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath sav'd thy husband's and thy life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> To spoil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our fame and honors? no, my vow is fixt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stands, as constant as these stones do, still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Then pitie me, ye gods; you onely may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Move her, by tearing these firm stones a way.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Solemn musick.</i><br /> -<i>A mist ariseth, the rocks remove.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Valerius like Mercury, singing.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Val. <i>Martius rejoyce, Jove sends me from above,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>His Messenger, to cure thy desperate love;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>To shew rash vows c[a]nnot binde destinie:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Lady, behold, the rocks transplanted be.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i5"><i>Hard-hearted Dorigen, yield, lest for contempt,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i5"><i>They fix thee here a rock, whence they 're exempt.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> What strange delusion's this? what Sorcery<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Affrights me with these apparitions?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My colder Chastity's nigh turn'd to death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, lewd Magician; dar'st thou make the gods<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bawds to thy lust; will they do miracles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To further evil? or do they love it now?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know, if they dare do so, I dare hate them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will no longer serve 'em. <i>Jupiter</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy golden showr, nor thy snow-white Swan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I been <i>Læda</i>, or bright <i>Danae</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had bought mine honor. Turn me into stone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For being good, and blush when thou hast done. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Dorigen.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Valerius.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> O my <i>Valerius</i>, all yet will not do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless I could so draw mine honestie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down to the lees to be a ravisher;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She calls me witch, and villain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Patience, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gods will punish perjury. Let her breathe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ruminate on this strange sight. Time decays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The strongest fairest buildings we can finde;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still <i>Diana</i>, fortifie her minde. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Sophocles and Dorigen.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Weep not bright <i>Dorigen</i>; for thou hast stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Constant and chaste (it seems 'gainst gods and men)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When rocks and mountains were remov'd. These wonders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do stupifie my senses. <i>Martius</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is inhumane: was thy sickness lust?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet were this truth, why weeps she? Jealous soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What dost thou thus suggest? Vows, Magick, Rocks?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fine tales, and tears. She ne'er complain'd before.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bade her visit him; she often did,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had many opportunities. Humh, 'tis naught: O!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No way but this. Come, weep no more, I have ponder'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This miracle: the anger of the gods,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy vow, my love to thee, and <i>Martius</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must not perish, nor thou be forsworn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest worse fates follow us; Go, keep thy oath:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> -<span class="i0">For chaste, and whore, are words of equal length:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let not <i>Martius</i> know that I consent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! I'm pull'd in pieces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I? say you so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll meet you in your path. O wretched men!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all your valour and your learning, bubbles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgive me, <i>Sophocles</i>. Yet why kneel I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For pardon, having been but over-diligent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an obedient servant, antedating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lords command? Sir, I have often, and already given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This bosom up to his embraces, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am proud that my dear Lord is pleas'd with it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose gentle honorable minde I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Participates even all, his wife and all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto his friend. You are sad, Sir. <i>Martius</i> loves me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I love <i>Martius</i> with such ardencie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As never married couple could: I must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend him now. My Lord, when you have need<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To use your own wife, pray Sir send for me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till then, make use of your Philosophie. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Stay, <i>Dorigen</i>: O me, inquisitive fool!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou that didst order this congested heap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When it was Chaos, 'twixt thy spacious palms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forming it to this vast rotundie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissolve it now; shuffle the elements,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no one proper by it self may stand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the sea quench the sun, and in that instant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun drink up the sea: day, ne'er come down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To light me to those deeds that must be done. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright"><i>Drums and Colours.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Martius, Valerius, Captains and soldiers, at one -door, and Dorigen with Lad[i]es, at another.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Hail, General of <i>Rome</i>; from <i>Sophocles</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That honors <i>Martius</i>, <i>Dorigen</i> presents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her self to be dishonour'd: do thy will;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For <i>Sophocles</i> commands me to obey.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, violate all rules of holiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rend the consecrated knot of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Never, <i>Valerius</i>, was I blest till now:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the end of all my weary steps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prize of all my Battels: leave us all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave us as quick as thought. Thus joy begin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In zealous love a minutes loss is sin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> Can <i>Martius</i> be so vile? or <i>Dorigen</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Stay, stay, and monster, keep thou further of;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thought thy brave soul would have much, much loath'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have gone on still on such terms as this.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, thou ungrateful, since thy desperate lust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing can cure but death, I'll die for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst my chaste name lives to posterity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Live, live, thou Angel of thy sex: forgive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till by those golden tresses thou be'st snatch'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alive to Heaven: for thy corruption's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So little, that it cannot suffer death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was ever such a woman? O my mirror!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How perfectly thou shew'st me all my faults,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now I hate, and when I next attempt thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let all the fires in the <i>Zodiak</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drop on this cursed head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> O blest event!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Rise like the sun again in all his glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After a dark Eclipse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Never without a pardon.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Sophocles, and two or three with him.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Sir, you have forgiven your self.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Behold their impudence: are my words just?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unthankful man, viper to Arms, and <i>Rome</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy natural mother; have I warm'd thee here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To corrode ev'n my heart? <i>Martius</i>, prepare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To kill me, or be kill'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Why <i>Sophocles</i>?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then prethee kill me; I deserve it highly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have both transgress'd 'gainst men, and gods;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But am repentant now, and in best case<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To uncase my soul of this oppressing flesh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, though (Gods witness) nev'r was actually<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Injurious to thy wife and thee, yet 't was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her goodness that restrain'd and held me now:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> -<span class="i0">But take my life, dear friend, for my intent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else forgive it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Val.</i> By the gods of <i>Athens</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These words are true, and all direct again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Soph.</i> Pardon me, <i>Dorigen</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Forgive me, <i>Sophocles</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Dorigen</i> too, and every one that 's good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Rise, noble Roman, belov'd <i>Sophocles</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take to thy brest thy friend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> And to thy heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy matchless wife: Heaven has not stuff enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make another such: for if it could,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Martius</i> would marry too. For thy blest sake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(O thou infinitie of excellence)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Henceforth in mens discourse <i>Rome</i> shall not take<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wall of <i>Athens</i>, as 'tofore. But when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their fair honors we to speak do come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We'll say 'T was so in <i>Athens</i>, and in <i>Rome</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeun[t] in pomp.</i></p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Diana descends.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Diana. <i>Honor set ope thy gates, and with thee bring</i><br /></span> -<span class="i9"><i>My servant and thy friend, fair</i> Dorigen<i>:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Let her triumph, with her, her Lord, and friend,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Who, though misled, still honor was their end</i>. <span class="directline">[Flourish.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Enter the Shew of</i> Honors Triumph; <i>a great flourish of -Trumpets and Drums within; Then enter a noise of Trumpets -sounding cheerfully. Then follows an armed Knight bearing a -Crimson Banneret in hand, with the inscription</i> Valour: <i>by -his side a Lady, bearing a Watchet Banneret, the inscription</i> -Clemencie: <i>next</i> Martius <i>and</i> Sophocles <i>with Coronets. Next, -two Lad[i]es, one bearing a white Banneret, the inscription</i> -Chastity: <i>the other a black, the inscription</i> Constancie. <i>Then</i> -Dorigen <i>crown'd. Last, a Chariot drawn by two Moors, in -it a Person crown'd, with a Scepter: on the top, in an antick -Scutcheon, is written</i> Honor. <i>As they pass over</i>, Diana <i>ascends</i>.</p> - -<p><i>Rinald.</i> How like you it?</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> Rarely; so well, I would they would do it again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span> -How many of our wives now adays would deserve to triumph -in such a Chariot?</p> - -<p><i>Rinald.</i> That's all one; you see they triumph in Caroches.</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> That they do, by the mass; but not all neither; -many of them are content with Carts. But Seignior, I have -now found out a great absurditie i'faith.</p> - -<p><i>Rinald.</i> What was 't?</p> - -<p><i>Frig.</i> The Prologue presenting four Triumphs, made -but three legs to the King: a three-legged Prologue, 't was -monstrous.</p> - -<p><i>Rinald.</i> 'T had been more monstrous to have had a four-legg'd -one. Peace, the King speaks.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Em.</i> Here was a woman, <i>Isabel.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Isa.</i> I, my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that she told a lye to vex her husband;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therein sh[e] fail'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Em.</i> She serv'd him well enough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that was so much man, yet would be cast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To jealousie for her integrity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This teacheth us, the passion of love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can fight with Soldiers, and with Scholars too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Isa.</i> In <i>Martius</i>, clemencie and valour shown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the other, courage and humanitie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore in the Triumph they were usher'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By clemencie and valour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Em.</i> Rightly observ'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she by chastitie and constancie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What hurt's now in a Play, against which some rail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So vehemently? thou and I, my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make excellent use methinks: I learn to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lawful lover void of jealousie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou a constant wife. Sweet Poetry's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A flower, where men, like Bees and Spiders, may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear poison, or else sweets and Wax away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be venom-drawing Spiders they that will;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll be the Bee, and suck the honey still. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Cupid descends.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cupid. <i>Stay, clouds, ye rack too fast: bright Phœbus see,</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Honor has triumph'd with fair Chastity:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Give Love now leave, in purity to shew</i><br /></span> -<span class="i7"><i>Unchaste affe[ct]ions flie not from his bowe.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i9"><i>Produce the sweet example of your youth.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i9"><i>Whilst I provide a Triumph for your Truth.</i> <span class="directline">[Flourish.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Violanta (with childe) and Gerrard.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Why does my <i>Gerr[a]rd</i> grieve?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> O my sweet Mistris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis not life (which by our <i>Milain</i> law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My fact hath forfeited) makes me thus pensive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I would lose to save the little finger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this your noble burthen, from least hurt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because your blood is in't. But since your love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made poor incompatible me the parent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Being we are not married) your dear blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falls under the same cruel penalty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And can Heaven think fit ye die for me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Heavens sake say I ravisht you, I'll swear it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep your life, and repute unstain'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> O <i>Gerrard</i>, th' art my life and faculties:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if I lose thee, I'll not keep mine own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thought of whom, sweetens all miseries.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wouldst have me murder thee beyond thy death?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unjustly scandal thee with ravishment?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was so far from rape, that Heaven doth know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever the first Lovers, ere they fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew simply in the state of innocence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was this act, this, that doth ask no blush.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> O! but my rarest <i>Violanta</i>, when<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord <i>Randulpho</i> brother to you[r] father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall understand this, how will he exclaim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That my poor Aunt, and me, which his free alms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath nurs'd, since <i>Millain</i> by the Duke of <i>Mantua</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Who now usurps it) was surpriz'd? that time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My father and my mother were both slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my Aunts husband, as she says, their states<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despoil'd and seiz'd; 'tis past my memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thus she told me: onely thus I know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I could understand, your honor'd Uncle<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Hath given me all the liberal education,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his own son might look for, had he one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now will he say, Dost thou requite me thus?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! the thought kills me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Gentle, gentle <i>Gerrard</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be cheer'd, and hope the best. My mother, father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And uncle love me most indulgently,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being the onely branch of all their stocks:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But neither they, nor he thou wouldst not grieve<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With this unwelcom news, shall ever hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Violanta</i>'s tongue reveal, much less accuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gerrard</i> to be the father of his own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll rather silent die, that thou maist live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see thy little of-spring grow and thrive.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Dorothea.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Mistris, away, your Lord and father seeks you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll convey <i>Gerrard</i> out at the back door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has found a husband for you, and insults<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his invention, little thinking you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have made your own choice, and possest him too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> A husband? 't mus[t] be <i>Gerrard</i>, or my death.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fare well; be onely true unto thy self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And know Heavens goodness shall prevented be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere worthiest <i>Gerrard</i> suffer harm for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Fare well, my life and soul. Aunt, to your counsel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I flee for aid. O unexpressible love! thou art<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An undigested heap of mixt extremes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose pangs are wakings, and whose pleasures dreams. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Benvoglio, Angelina, Ferdinand.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> My <i>Angelina</i>, never didst thou yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So please me, as in this consent; and yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast pleas'd me well, I swear, old wench: ha, ha.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferdinand</i>, she's thine own; thou'st have her, boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask thy good Lady else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Whom shall I have, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Whom d' ye think, ifaith?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> Ghess.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Noble Madam,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I may hope (prompted by shallow merit)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through your profound grace, for your chamber-maid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> How 's that? how 's that?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Ferd.</i> Her chamber-maid, my Lord.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i>] Her chamber-pot, my Lord. You modest ass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou never shew'dst thy self an ass till now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Fore Heaven I am angrie with thee. Sirha, sirha,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This whitmeat spirit's not yours, legitimate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advance your hope, and 't please you: ghess again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang.</i> And let your thoughts flee higher: aim them right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, you may hit, you have the fairest white.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> If I may be so bold then, my good Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your favour doth encourage me to aspire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To catch my Ladyes Gentlewoman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Where?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where would you catch her?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you know my daughter <i>Violanta</i>, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang.</i> Well said: no more about the bush.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My good Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have gaz'd on <i>Violanta</i>, and the stars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose Heavenly influence I admir'd, not knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor ever was so sinful to believe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I might attain 't.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Now you are an ass again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if thou ne'er attain'st, 't is onely long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that faint heart of thine, which never did it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is your Lords heir, mine, <i>Benvoglio</i>'s heir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brothers too, <i>Randulpho</i>'s; her descent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not behinde any of the <i>Millanois</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Ferdinand</i>, although thy parentage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be unknown, thou know'st that I have bred thee up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From five yeers old, and (do not blush to hear it)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have found thy wisdom, trust, and fair success<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So full in all my affa[ir]s, that I am fitter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To call thee Master, then thou me thy Lord.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou canst not be but sprung of gentlest blood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy minde shines thorow thee, like the radiant sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although thy body be a beauteous cloud.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, seriously this is no flatterie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And well thou know'st it, though thy modest blood<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Rise like the morning in thy cheek to hear 't.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir, I can speak in earnest: Vertuous service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So meritorious, <i>Ferdinand</i>, as yours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Yet bashful still, and silent?) should extract<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fuller price then impudence exact:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this is now the wages it must have;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My daughter is thy wife, my wealth thy slave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Good Madam pinch; I sleep: does my Lord mock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you assist? Custom's inverted quite;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For old men now adays do flout the young.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Fetch <i>Violanta</i>. As I intend this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Religiously, let my soul finde joy or pain. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit Angelina.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My honor'd Lord and Master, if I hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That worth could merit such felicitie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You bred it in me, and first purchas'd it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is your own: and what productions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all my faculties my soul begets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your very mark is on: you need not add<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rewards to him, that is in [d]ebt to you:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You sav'd my life, Sir, in the Massacre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There you begot me new, since foster'd me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! can I serve to[o] much, or pray for you?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, 'tis slender paiment to your bountie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your daughter is a paradice, and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unworthie to be set there; you may chuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The royalst seeds of <i>Milain</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Prethee peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy goodness makes me weep; I am resolv'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am no Lord o' th' time, to tie my blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sordid muck; I have enough: my name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My [s]tate and honors I will store in thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose wisdom will rule well, keep and increase:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A knave or fool, that could confer the like,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would bate each hour, diminish every day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art her price-lot th[e]n, drawn out by fate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An honest wise man is a Princes mate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Sir, Heaven and you have over-charg'd my brest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With grace beyond my continence; I shall burst:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blessing you have given me (witness Saints)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not change for <i>Millain</i>. But, my Lord,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Is she prepar'd?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> What needs Preparative,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where such a Cordial is prescrib'd as thou?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy person and thy virtues in one scale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall poize hers, with her beautie and her wealth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not, I add my will unto thy weight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mother's with her now. Son, take my keys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let this prepar[a]tion for this Marriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(This welcome Marriage) long determin'd here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be quick, and gorgeous.—<i>Gerrard.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Gerrard.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> My good Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord, your brother craves your conference<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instantly, on affairs of high import.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Why, what news?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> The Tyrant, my good Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sick to death of his old Apoplexie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereon the States advise, that Letters-missive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be straight dispatcht to all the neighbour-Countreys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Schedules too divulg'd on every post,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To enquire the lost Duke forth: their purpose is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To re-instate him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> 'Tis a pious deed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferdinand</i>, to my daughter: this delay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Though to so good a purpose) angers me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I'll recover it. Be secret, son.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go woo with truth and expedition. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> O my unsounded joy! how fares my <i>Gerrard</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My noble twin-friend? fie, thy l[oo]k is heavie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sullen, and sowre; blanch it: didst thou know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My cause of joy, thou 'ldst never sorrow more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know thou lov'st me so, How dost thou?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too well: my fraught of health my sickness is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life, I am dead; by living dying still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> What sublunary mischief can predominate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wise man thus? or doth thy friendship play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(In this antipathous extreme) with mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest gladness suffocate me? I, I, I do feel<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> -<span class="i0">My spirit's turn'd to fire, my blood to air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am like a purifi'd essence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tri'd from all drossie parts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Were 't but my life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The loss were sacrific'd; but virtue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must for me be slain, and innocence made dust.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Fare well good <i>Gerrard</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Dearest friend, stay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Sad thoughts are no companions for me now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much less sad words: thy bosom bindes some secret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which do not trust me with; for mine retains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another, which I must conceal from thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> I would reveal it: 't is a heavie tale:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canst thou be true, and secret still?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Why, friend?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you continue true unto your self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have no means of falshood. Lock this door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, yet your prisoner's sure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Stay, <i>Ferdinand</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> What is this trouble? Love?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, thou art capable of any woman.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth want oppress thee? I will lighten thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast thou offended law? My Lord and thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I, will save thy life. Does servitude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upbraid thy freedom, that she suffers it?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have patience but three days, and I will make thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Lords companion. Can a friend do more?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Lend me the means. How can this be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> First let this Cabinet keep your pawn, and I will trust:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet for the form of satisfaction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take this my Oath to boot. By my presum'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentrie, and sacred known Christianitie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll die, ere I reveal thy trust.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Then hear it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Lords fair daughter <i>Violanta</i> is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My betrothed wife, goes great with childe by me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by this deed both made a pr[e]y to Law.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How may I save her life? advise me, friend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> What did he say? <i>Gerrard</i>, whose voice was that?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> -<span class="i0">O death unto my heart, bane to my soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wealth is vanish'd like the rich mans store:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one poor minute all my daintie fare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But jugling dishes; my fat hope, despair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Is this so odious? where's your mirth?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Why thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast robb'd me of it. <i>Gerrard</i>, draw thy sword;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thou lov'st my Mistris chastitie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defend it, else I'll cut it from thy heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy theevish heart that stole it, and restore 't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do miracles to gain her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Was she thine?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Never, but in my wish, and her fathers vow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which now he left with me, on such sure terms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He call'd me son, and will'd me to provide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Wedding-preparation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Strange.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Come, let's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kill one another quickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> <i>Ferdinand</i>, my love is old to her, thine new begot:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have not wrong'd thee; think upon thine Oath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> It manacles me, <i>Gerrard</i>, else this hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should bear thee to the Law. Fare well for ever:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since friendship is so fatal, never more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will I have friend: thou hast put so sure a plea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all my weal's litigious made by thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> I did no crime to you. His love transports him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I mourn, that cruel destinie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should make us two thus one anothers cross:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have lov'd since boys; for the same time cast him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Lord <i>Benvoglio</i>, that my Aunt and I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were succour'd by <i>Randulpho</i>: men have call'd us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parallels of <i>Millain</i>; and some said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We were not much unlike. O Heaven divert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we should (ever since that time) be breeding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mutual destruction.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Dorothea.</i> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dor.</i> O where are you? you have made a fair hand. By -—— yonder is your Aunt with my Lady; she came in, just<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> -as she was wooing your Mistris for another; and what did -me she, but out with her purse, and shew'd all the naked -truth, ifaith. Fie upon you, you should never trust an old -woman with a secret; they cannot hold; they cannot hold -so well as we, and you'ld hang 'em. First, there was -swearing and staring, then there was howling and weeping, -and O my daughter, and O my mother.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> The effect, the effect.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Marry no way, but one with you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Why welcom. Shall she scape?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Nay, she has made her scape already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Why, is she gone?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> The scape of her virginitie, I mean.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You men are as dull, you can conceive nothing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You think it is enough to beget.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> I; but surely, <i>Dorothea</i>, that scap'd not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her maiden-head suffer'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> And you were the Executioner.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> But what's the event? lord, how thou starv'st me, <i>Doll</i>!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Dor.</i> Lord how thou starv'st me, <i>Doll</i>? By —— I would -fain see you cry a little. Do you stand now, as if you could -get a child? Come, I'll rack you no more: This is the heart -of the business: always provided, Signior, that if it please the -fates to make you a Lord, you be not proud, nor forget your -poor handmaid <i>Doll</i>, who was partly accessary to the incision -of this <i>Holofernian</i> Maidenhead.</p> - -<p><i>Ger.</i> I will forget my name first. Speak.</p> - -<p><i>Dor.</i> Then thus; My Lady knows all; her sorrow is -reasonably well digested; has vow'd to conceal it from my -Lord, till delay ripen things better; Wills you to attend her -this evening at the back gate; I'll let you in; where her -own Confessor shall put you together lawfully, e'r the -child be born; which birth is very near, I can assure -you: all your charge is your vigilance; and to bring with -you some trusty Nurse, to convey the Infant out of the -house.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Oh beam of comfort, take! go, tell my Lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pray for her as I walk: my joys so flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That what I speak or do, I do not know. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter">Dumb Shew. -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Violanta <i>at one door, we[e]ping, supported by</i> Cornelia <i>and -a Frier; at another door</i>, Angelina <i>weeping, attended by</i> -Dorothea. Violanta <i>kneels down for pardon</i>. Angelina -<i>shewing remorse, takes her up, and cheers her; so doth</i> -Cornelia. Angelina <i>sends</i> Dorothea <i>for</i> Gerrard. <i>Enter</i> -Gerrard <i>with</i> Dorothea: Angelina <i>and</i> Cornelia <i>seem to -chide him, shewing</i> Violanta's <i>heavy plight</i>: Violanta <i>rejoyceth -in him: he makes signes of sorrow, intreating pardon</i>: -Angelina <i>brings</i> Gerrard <i>and</i> Violanta <i>to the Frier; he -joyns them hand in hand, takes a Ring from</i> Gerrard, <i>puts -it on</i> Violanta's <i>finger; blesseth them</i>; Gerrard <i>kisseth her: -the Frier takes his leave</i>. Violanta <i>makes shew of great -pain, is instantly conveyed in by the Women</i>, Gerrard <i>is bid -stay; he walks in meditation, seeming to pray. Enter</i> -Dorothea, <i>whispers him, sends him out. Enter</i> Gerrard -<i>with a Nurse blindfold; gives her a purse. To them Enter</i> -Angelina <i>and</i> Cornelia <i>with an Infant; they present it to</i> -Gerrard; <i>he kisseth and blesseth it; puts it into the Nurses -arms, kneels, and takes his leave</i>. Exeunt <i>all severally</i>.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Benvoglio <i>and</i> Randulpho. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> He's dead, you say then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Certainly: and to hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people now dissect him now he's gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes my ears burn, that lov'd him not: such Libels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such Elegies and Epigrams they have made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More odious than he was. Brother, great men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had need to live by love, meting their deeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With virtues rule; sound, with the weight of judgement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their privat'st action: for though while they live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their power and policie masque their villanies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their bribes, their lust, pride, and ambition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make a many slaves to worship 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are their flatterers, and their bawds in these:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These very slaves shall, when these great beasts dye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Publish their bowels to the vulgar eye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> 'Fore Heaven 'tis true. But is <i>Rinaldo</i> (brother) our good Duke, heard of living?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Living, Sir, and will be shortly with the Senate: has<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been close conceal'd at <i>Mantua</i>, and reliev'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But what's become of his? no tidings yet?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But brother, till our good Duke shall arrive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carry this news, here. Where's your <i>Ferdinand</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Oh busie, Sir, about this marriage:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet my Girl o'th' suddain is fall'n sick:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll see her e'r you go?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Yes; well I love her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I wish I had another daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gratifie my <i>Gerrard</i>, who (by ——)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is all the glory of my family,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But has too much worth to [l]ive so obscure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll have him Secretary of Estate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the Dukes return: for credit me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The value of that Gentleman's not known;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His strong abilities are fit to guide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole Republique: he hath Learning, youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Valour, discretion, honesty of a Saint;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Aunt is wondrous good too.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Violanta <i>in a bed</i>; Angelina <i>and</i> Dorothea -<i>sitting by her</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> You have spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very character of <i>Ferdinand</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One is the others mirror. How now, Daughter?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> How fares my Neece?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> A little better, Uncle, then I was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I thank you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Brother, a meer cold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> It was a cold and heat, I think: but Heaven be thanked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have broken that away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> And yet, <i>Violanta</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'll lie alone still, and you see what's got.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Sure, Sir, when this was got, she had a bed-fellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> What has her chollick left her in her belly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> 'T has left her, but she has had a sore fit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> I, that same Collick and Stone's inherent to us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O' th' womans side: our Mothers had them both.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> So has she had, Sir. How these old fornicators talk! she had more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Need of Mace-Ale, and Rhenish-wine Caudles, heaven knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then your aged Discipline.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Say?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Ferdinand. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang.</i> She will have the man; and on recovery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will wholly be dispos'd by you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> That's my wench:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How now? what change is this? why <i>Ferdinand</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are these your Robes of joy should be indu'd?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth <i>Hymen</i> wear black? I did send for you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have my honorable Brother witness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Contract I will make 'twixt you and her.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put off all doubt; she loves ye? what d' ye say?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Speak man, Why look you so distractedly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> There are your keys, [Sir:] I'll no Contract[s, I]<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Divinest <i>V[i]olanta</i>, I will serve you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus on my knees, and pray for you: <i>Juno, Lucina fer opem</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My inequality ascends no higher:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare not marry you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> How's this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Good night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have a friend has almost made me mad:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I weep sometimes, and instantly can laugh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, I do dance, and sing, and suddenly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roar like a storm. Strange tricks these, are they not?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wherefore all this? Shall I tell you? no,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thorow mine ears, my heart a plague hath caught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I have vow'd to keep it close, not shew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My grief to any; for it has no cure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On, wandring steps, to some remote place move:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll keep my vow, though I have lost my Love. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> 'Fore heaven, distracted for her! fare you well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll watch his steps; for I no joy shall find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I have found his cause, and calm'd his mind. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Rand.</i>] He's overcome with joy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang[e]l.</i> 'Tis very strange.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Rand.</i> Well, Sister, I must leave you; the time's busie.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Violanta</i>, chear you up; and I pray Heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restore each to their love, and health again. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Amen, Great Uncle. Mother, what a chance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unluckily is added to my woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this young Gentleman!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang[e]l.</i> True, <i>Violanta</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It grieves me much. <i>Doll</i>, go you instantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And find out <i>Gerrard</i>; tell him his friends hap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let him use best means to comfort him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as his life preserve this secret still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Mother, I'ld not offend you: might not <i>Gerrard</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steal in, and see me in the evening?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> Well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bid him do so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Heavens blessing o' your heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do ye not call Child-bearing, Travel, Mother?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> Yes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> It well may be, The bare-foot traveller<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That's born a Prince, and walks his pilgrimage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose tender feet kiss the remorseless stones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only, ne'er felt a travel like to it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, dear Mother, you groan'd thus for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet how disobedient have I been!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> Peace, <i>Violanta</i>, thou hast always been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentle and good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> <i>Gerrard</i> is better, Mother:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh if you knew the implicite innocency<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwells in his brest, you'ld love him like your Prayers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see no reason but my Father might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be told the truth, being pleas'd for <i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To wooe himself: and <i>Gerard</i> ever was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His full comparative: my Uncle loves him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he loves <i>Ferdinand</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> No, not for the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since his intent is cross'd: lov'd <i>Ferdinand</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus ruin'd, and a child got out of wedlock:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His madness would pursue ye both to death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> As you please (mother:) I am now, methinks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in the land of ease; I'll sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Angel.</i> Draw in<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The bed nearer the fire: silken rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tie all thy cares up. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Ferdinand <i>and</i> Benvoglio <i>privately after him</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Oh blessed solitude! here my grief[s] may speak;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorrow, I will argue with thee now:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing will keep me company: the flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Die at my moan; the gliding silver streams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hasten to flee my lamentations;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The air rolls from 'em; and the Golden Sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is smother'd pale as <i>Phœbe</i> with my sighs:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only the earth is kind, that stays. Then earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee will I complain. Why do the Heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impose upon me Love, what I can ne'er enjoy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before fruition was impossible,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did not thirst it. <i>Gerrard</i>, she is thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seal'd and deliver'd; but 'twas ill to stain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her virgin state, e'r ye were married.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Infant, what's become of thee? thou know'st not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woe thy parents brought thee t[o]. Dear earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bury this close in thy sterility;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be barren to this seed, let it not grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For if it do, 'twill bud no Violet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor Gillyflower, but wild Brier, or rank Rue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unsavory and hurtful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> <i>Ferdinand</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy steel hath digg'd the Earth, thy words my Heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Oh! I have violated faith, betraid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friend and innocency.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Desperate youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Violate not thy soul too: I have showers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, young man; but <i>Gerrard</i> flames for thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was thy base pen made to dash out mine honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prostitute my Daughter? Bastard, whore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, turn thy femal tears into revenge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I will quench my thirst with, e'r I see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daughter, or Wife, or branded Family.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By —— both dye: and for amends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd'nando</i> be my heir. I'll to my brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First tell him all, then to the Duke for justice:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> -<span class="i0">This morning he's receiv'd. Mountains nor Seas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall bar my flight to vengeance: the foul stain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Printed on me, thy bloud shall rinse again. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> I have transgress'd all goodness, witlesly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rais'd mine own curs[es] from posterity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll follow, to redress in what I may;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not, your heir can dye as well as they. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter">Dumb Shew. -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Duke Rinaldo <i>with Attendants, at one door; States</i>, -Randulpho, <i>and</i> Gerrard, <i>at another: they kneel to the Duke, -he accepts their obedience, and raises them up: they prefer</i> -Gerrard <i>to the Duke, who entertains him: they seat the Duke -in State. Enter</i> Benvoglio <i>and</i> Ferdinand: Benvoglio -<i>kneels for justice</i>; Ferd. <i>seems to restrein him.</i> Benvog. <i>gives -the Duke a paper; Duke reads, frowns on</i> Gerr. <i>shews -the paper to the States, they seem sorry, consult, cause the -Guard to apprehend him; they go off with him. Then</i> -Rand. <i>and</i> Benv. <i>seem to crave justice; Duke vows it, -and</i> exit <i>with his attendants.</i> Rand. Ben. <i>and</i> Ferd. -<i>confer. Enter to them</i> Cornelia <i>with two servants; she -seems to expostulate</i>, Rand. <i>in scorn, causeth her to be -thrust out poorly.</i> Exit Rand. Benv. <i>beckons</i> Ferd. <i>to him -(with much seeming passion) swears him; then stamps -with his foot. Enter</i> Dorothea <i>with a Cup, weeping, she -delivers it to</i> Ferd. <i>who with discontent</i> exit; <i>and</i> exeunt -Benvoglio <i>and</i> Dorothea.</p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Violanta. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> <i>Gerrard</i> not come? nor <i>Dorothy</i> return'd?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What averse star rul'd my Nativity?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time to night has been as dilatory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As languishing Consumptions. But till now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never durst say, my <i>Gerrard</i> was unkind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven grant all things go well; and nothing does,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he be ill, which I much fear: my dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been portentous. I did think I saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Love araid for battel with a beast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hideous Monster, arm'd with teeth and claws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grinning, and venemous, that sought to make<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Both us a prey: on's tail wa[s] lash'd in bloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Law</i>: and his forehead I did plainly see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held Characters that spell'd <i>Authority</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This rent my slumbers; and my fearful soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ran searching up and down my dismaid breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find a Port t'escape. Good faith, I am cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>Gerrard</i>'s love is colder: here I'll sit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And think my self away.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Ferdinand <i>with a Cup and a Letter</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> The peace of Love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend the sweet <i>Violanta</i>: Read,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the sad news I bring, I do not know;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only I am sworn to give you that, and this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Is it from <i>G[e]rrard</i>? gentle <i>Ferdinand</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How glad am I to see you thus well restor'd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In troth he never wrong'd you in his life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor I, but always held fair thoughts of you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew not my Fathers meaning, till of late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could never have known it soon enough: for Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gerrard</i>'s, and my affection began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In infancy: My Uncle brought him oft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In long coats hither; you were such another;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little boy would kiss me, being a child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say, he lov'd me; give me all his toys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bracelets, Rings, Sweet-meats, all his Rosie-smiles:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I then would stand, and stare upon his eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play with his locks, and swear I lov'd him too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sure, methought, he was a little Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He woo'd so prettily in innocence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That then he warm'd my fancy; for I felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A glimmering beam of Love kindle my bloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both which, time since hath made a flame and floud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fer.</i> Oh gentle innocent! methinks it talks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a child still, whose white simplicity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never arriv'd at sin. Forgive me, Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have destroy'd <i>Gerrard</i>, and thee; rebell'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against Heavens Ordinance; dis-pair'd two Doves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made 'em sit mourning; slaughter'd Love, and cleft<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart of all integrity. This breast<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Was trusted with the secret of your vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By <i>Gerrard</i>, and reveal'd it to your Father.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Hah!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Read, and curse me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Neither: I will never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor Write, nor Read again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My pennance be it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reads. <i>Your Labyrinth is found, your Lust proclaim'd.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Lust? Humh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Mother sure felt none, when I was got.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fer.</i> <i>I and the Law implacably offend[e]d.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gerrard's <i>imprison'd, and to dye</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Oh Heaven!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> <i>And you to suffe[r] with reproach and scoffs</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A publick execution; I have sent you</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>An Antidote 'gainst shame, poison; by him</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You have most wrong'd: give him your penitent tears.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Humh: 'tis not truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> <i>Drink, and farewel for ever:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And though thy whoredom blemish thy whol[e] line,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Prevent the Hangmans stroke, and die like mine.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Oh woe is me for <i>Gerrard</i>: I have brought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confusion on the noblest Gentleman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever truly lov'd. But we shall meet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where our condemners shall not, and enjoy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A more refin'd affection than here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Law, nor Father hinders marriage there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twixt souls Divinely affi'd, as (sure) ours were:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There we will multiply, and generate joyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like fruitful Parents. Luckless <i>Ferdinand</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where's the good old Gentlewoman, my Husbands Aunt?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Thrust from you Uncle [t]o all poverty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Alas the pi[t]y: reach me, Sir, the cup;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll say my prayers, and take my Fathers Physick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Oh villain that I was, I had forgot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To spill the rest, and am unable now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stir to hinder her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> What ail you, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Your Father is a monster, I a villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This tongue has kill'd you, pardon, <i>Violant[a]</i>,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Oh pardon, <i>Gerrard</i>; and for sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Accept my life, to expiate my fault.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have drunk up the poison.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Thou art not so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Uncharitable: a better fellow far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou'st left me halfe. Sure death is now a-dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calls for more bloud still to quench his thirst.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I pledge thee <i>Ferdinand</i>, to <i>Gerrards</i> health:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear <i>Gerrard</i>, poor Aunt, and unfortunate friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ay me, that Love should breed true Lovers end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fer.</i> Stay Madam, stay; help hoa, for Heavens sake help;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Improvident man, that good I did intend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For satisfaction, saving of her life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My equal cruel Stars made me forget.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Angelina <i>with two Servants</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang.</i> What spectacle of death assaults me? oh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> M[y] dearest Mother, I am dead, I leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Father, and friends, and life, to follow Love.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good Mother, love my Child, that did no ill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fie, how men lie, that say, death is a pain:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or has he chang'd his nature? like soft sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He seizes me. Your blessing. Last, I crave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I may rest by <i>Gerrard</i> in his grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> There lay me too: oh! noble Mistriss, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have caus'd all this; and therefore justly dye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That key will open all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ang.</i> Oh viperous Father!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Heavens sake, bear 'em in: run for Physitians,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Medicines quickly: Heaven, thou shalt not have her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet; 'tis too soon: Alas, I have no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And taking her away, thou rob'st the poor. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i43">Flourish.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Duke, States, Randulpho, Benvoglio, -Gerrard, Executioner, Guard. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> The Law, as greedy as your red desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Benvoglio</i>, hath cast this man: 'Tis pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So many excellent parts are swallow'd up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one foul wave. Is <i>Violanta</i> sent for?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Our Justice must not lop a branch, and let<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The body grow still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Sir, she will be here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alive or dead, I am sure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>[G]er.</i> How chearfully my countenance comments death!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That which makes men seem horrid, I will wear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to an Ornament. Oh <i>Violanta</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might my life only satisfie the Law,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How jocundly my soul would enter Heaven!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why shouldst thou dye? thou wither'st in thy bud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I have seen a Rose, e'er it was blown.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do beseech your Grace, the Statute may<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(In this case made) be read: not that I hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">T'extenuate my offence or penalty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to see whether it lay hold on her.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since my death is more exemplary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than just, this publick Reading will advise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caution to others.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Read it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ran.</i> Brother, does not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your soul groan under this severity?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter">Statute read. -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>A Statute provided in case of unequal Matches, Marriages -against Parents consent, stealing of Heirs, Rapes, Prostitutions, -and such like: That if any person meanly descended, -or ignorant of his own Parentage, which implies as much, -shall with a foul intent, unlawfully sollicite the Daughter -of any Peer of the Dukedom, he shall for the same offence -forfeit his right hand: but if he further prostitute her to -his Lust, he shall first have his right hand cut off, and -then suffer death by the common Executioner. After whom, -the Lady so offending, shall likewise the next day, in the same -manner, dye for the Fact.</i></p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> This Statute has more cruelty than sense:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see no ray of Mercy. Must the Lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer death too? suppose she were inforc'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some confederates born away, and ravish'd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is she not guiltless?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Yes, if it be prov'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> This case is so: I ravish'd <i>Violanta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>State.</i> Who ever knew a Rape produce a child?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Pish, these are idle. Will your grace command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Executioner proceed?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your Office.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Farewell to thy inticing vanity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou round gilt box, that dost deceive man's eye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wise man knows, when open thou art broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The treasure thou includ'st, is dust and smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even thus, I cast thee by. My Lords, the Law<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is but the great mans mule, he rides on it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tramples poorer men under his feet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet when they come to knock at yon bright Gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ones Rags shall enter, 'fore the others State.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace to ye all: here, sirrah, strike: this hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath <i>Violanta</i> kiss'd a thousand times;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It smells sweet ever since: this was the hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plighted my faith to her: do not think thou canst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut that in sunder with my hand. My Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As free from speck as this arm is, my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is of foul Lust, and every vein glides here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As full of truth. Why does thy hand shake so?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Tis mine must be cut off, and that is firm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For it was ever constant.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Cornelia. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> Hold; your Sentence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unjustly is pronounced, my Lord: this blow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cuts your hand off; for his is none of yours:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>Violanta</i>'s given in Holy marriage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before she was delivered, consummated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the free Will of her Mother, by her Confessor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Lord <i>Benvoglio</i>'s house.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Alas good Aunt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That helps us nothing; else I had reveal'd it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What woman's this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> A base confederate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this proceeding, kept of alms long time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By him; who now expos'd to misery,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Talks thus distractedly. Attach her, Guard.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ran.</i> Your cruelty (brother) will have end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> You'd best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them attach my tongue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Good woman, peace:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For were this truth, it doth not help thy Nephew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Law's infring'd by their disparity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That forfeits both their lives.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> Sir, with your pardon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had your Grace ever children?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Thou hast put<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A question, whose sharp point toucheth my heart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had two little Sons, twins, who were both<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(With my good Dutchess) slain, as I did hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At that time when my Dukedom was surpriz'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> I have heard many say (my gracious Lord)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was wondrous like her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Ha?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> By all mans joy, it is <i>Cornelia</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My dearest wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> To ratifie me her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come down, <i>Alphonso</i>, one of those two twins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take thy Fathers blessing: thou hast broke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Law, thy birth being above thy wives:<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Ascanio</i> is the other, nam'd <i>Fernando</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who by remote means, to my Lord <i>Benvoglio</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I got preferr'd; and in poor habits clad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(You fled, and th' innovation laid again)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wrought my self into <i>Randulpho</i>'s service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my eldest boy; yet never durst reveal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What they and I were, no, not to themselves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the Tyrants death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> My joy has fill'd me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a full-winded sail: I cannot speak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Fetch <i>Violanta</i> and my brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Run like a spout, you rogue: a —— o' poison,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That little whore I trusted, will betray me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stay, hangman, I have work for you; there's Gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut off my head, or hang me presently.<br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Soft Musick.</i> -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Angelina <i>with the bodies of</i> Ferdinand <i>and</i> Violanta -<i>on a bier</i>; Dorothea <i>carrying the Cup and Letter, which -she gives to the Duke: he reads, seems sorrowful; shews -it to</i> Cornelia <i>and</i> Gerrard: <i>they lament over the bier</i>. -Randulpho <i>and</i> Benvoglio <i>seem fearful, and seem to report -to</i> Angelina <i>and</i> Dorothea, <i>what hath passed before</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ran.</i> This is your rashness, brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Oh joy, thou wert too great to last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was a cruel turning to our hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unnatural Father: poor <i>Ascanio</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Oh mother! let me be <i>Gerrard</i> again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And follow <i>Violanta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cor.</i> Oh my Son—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your lives yet, bloudy men shall answer this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> I must not see 'em longer grieve. My Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be comforted; let sadness generally<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forsake each eye and bosom; they both live:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For poison, I infus'd meer <i>Opium</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holding compulsive perjury less sin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than such a loathed murther would have bin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>All.</i> Oh blessed Ma[iden].<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> Musick, gently creep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into their ears, and fright hence lazy sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Morpheus</i>, command thy servant sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In leaden chains no longer keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Prince and Lady: Rise, wake, rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And round about convey your eyes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise Prince, go greet thy Father and thy Mother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise thou, t'imbrace thy Husband and thy Brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke</i> <i>Cor.</i> Son, Daughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> Father, Mother, Brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Viol.</i> Are we not all in Heaven?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Faith, very near it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> How can this be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hear it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Dor.</i> If I had serv'd you right, I should have seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your old pate off, e'r I had reveald.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ben.</i> Oh wench!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh honest wench! if my wife die, I'll marry thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There's my reward.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> 'Tis true.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> 'Tis very strange.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Why kneel you honest Master?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ferd.</i> My good Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ger.</i> Dear Mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Rise, rise, all are friends: I owe ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">for all their boards: And wench, take thou the man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose life thou sav'dst; less cannot pay the merit.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall I part my kiss? I cannot: Let<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One generally therefore joyn our cheeks.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pen of Iron, and a leaf of Brass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep this Story to Eternity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a <i>Promethean Wit</i>. Oh sacred Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor chance, nor death can thy firm truth remove. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> Now <i>Isabella</i>. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Isab.</i> This can true Love do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I joy they all so happily are pleas'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ladies and the Brothers must triumph.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>King.</i> They do:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For <i>Cupid</i> scorns but t' have his triumph too. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>The</i> TRIUMPH. -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter divers Musicians, then certain Singers bearing Bannerets -inscribed, Truth, Loyalty, Patience, Concord: Next</i> Gerrard -<i>and</i> Ferdinand <i>with Garlands of Roses: Then</i> Violanta, <i>Last, -a Chariot drawn by two</i> Cupids, <i>and a</i> Cupid <i>sitting in it</i>. <span class="directline">[Flourish.</span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> PROLOGUE. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Love, and the strength of fair affection</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>(Most royal Sir) what long seem'd lost, have won</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Their perfect ends, and crown'd those constant hearts</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With lasting Triumph, whose most virtuous parts,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Worthy desires, and love, shall never end.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Now turn we round the Scæne, and (Great Sir) lend</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A sad and serious eye to this of Death,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This black and dismal Triumph; where man's breath,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Desert, and guilty bloud ascend the Stage,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And view the Tyrant, ruind in his rage.</i> <span class="directline">[Exit.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[Flourish.</p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> L'avall, Gabriella <i>and</i> Maria. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> No, good my Lord, I am not now to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your long neglect of me; All those affections<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You came first clad in to my love, like Summer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lusty and full of life: all those desires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That like the painted Spring bloom'd round about ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving the happy promise of an Harvest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How have I seen drop off, and fall forgotten!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the least lustre of anothers beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How oft (forgetful Lord) have I been blast[e]d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was I so eas'ly won? or did this body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yield to your false embraces with less labour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then if you had carried some strong Town?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Good <i>Gabriella</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Could all your subtilties and sighs betray me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vows ye shook me with, the tears ye drown'd me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I came fairly off with honor'd Marriage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh fie, my Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Prethee good <i>Gabriella</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Would I had never known ye, nor your honors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are stuck too full of griefs: oh happy women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That plant your Love in equal honest bosoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose sweet desires like Roses set together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make one another happy in their blushes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Growing and dying without sense of greatness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which I am a slave! [and] that blest Sacrament<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That daily makes millions of happy mothers, link'd me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this man's Lust alone, there left me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare not say I am his wife, 'tis dangerous:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Love, I cannot say: alas, how many?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> You grow too warm; pray [ye be] content, you best know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The times necessity, and how our marriage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being so much unequal to mine honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the Duke lives, I standing high in favour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whilst I keep that safe, next to the Dukedom,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Must not be known, without my utter ruine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have patience for a while, and do but dream wench,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glory of a Dutchess. How she tires me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How dull and leaden is my appetite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that stale beauty now! oh, I could curse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crucifie my self for childish doating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a face that feeds not with fresh Figures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every fresh hour: she is now a surfet to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Gentille. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who's that? <i>Gentille?</i> I charge ye, no acquaintance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You nor your Maid with him, nor no discourse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till times are riper.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Fie, my Noble Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you be now a stranger to the Court,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When your most virtuous Bride, the beauteous <i>Hellena</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands ready like a Star to gild your happiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When <i>Hymens</i> lusty fires are now a lighting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the Flower of <i>Anjou</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Some few trifles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For matter of adornment, have a little<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made me so slow, <i>Gentille</i>, which now in readiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am for Court immediately.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Take heed, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is no time for trifling, nor she no Lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be now entertain'd with toys: 'twill cost ye—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Y'are an old Cock, <i>Gentille</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> By your Lordships favour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Prethee away; 'twill lose time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Oh my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pardon me that by all means.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> We have business<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A-foot man, of more moment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Then my manners?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know none, nor I seek none.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Take to morrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Even now, by your Lordships leave. Excellent Beauty.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My service here I ever dedicate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In honor of my best friend, your dead Father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you his living virtue, and wish heartily,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span> -<span class="i0">That firm affection that made us two happy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May take as deep undying root, and flourish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betwixt my Daughter <i>Casta</i>, and your goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who shall be still your servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> I much thank ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> —— [o'] this dreaming puppy. Will ye go, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> A little more, Good Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Not now, by——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, I must use ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Goodness dwell still with you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt Gentill and Laval.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> The sight of this old Gentleman, <i>Maria</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulls to my mine eyes again the living Picture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Perolot</i> his virtuous Son, my first Love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dy'd at <i>Orleance</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> You have felt both fortunes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in extreams, poor Lady; for young <i>Perolot</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being every way unable to maintain you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Durst not make known his love to Friend or Father:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lord <i>Lavall</i>, being powerful, and you poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will not acknowledge you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> No more: Let's in wench:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There let my Lute speak my Laments, they have t[ir]ed me. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter two Courtiers.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> I grant, the Duke is wondrous provident<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his now planting for succession,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know his care as honourable in the choice too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Marines</i> fair virtuous daughter; but what's all this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what end excellent arrives this travel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he that bears the main roof is so rotten?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Court.</i> You have hit it now indeed: For if Fame lye not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is untemperate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> You express him poorly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too gentle Sir: the most deboist and barbarous;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe it, the most void of all humanity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howe'r his cunning, cloak it to his Uncle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And those his pride depends upon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>[2] Court.</i> I have heard too,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Given excessively to drink.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> Most certain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in that drink most dangerous: I speak these things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To one I know loves truth, and dares not wrong her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Court.</i> You may speak on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> Uncertain as the Sea, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud and deceitful as his sins Great Master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His appetite to Women (for there he carries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His main Sail spread) so boundles, and abominably,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That but to have her name by that tongue spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poisons the virtue of the purest Virgin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Cour.</i> I am sorry for young <i>Gabriella</i> then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Maid reputed, ever of fair carriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he has been noted visiting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> She is gone then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or any else, that promises, or power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gifts, or his guilful vows can work upon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But these are but poor parcels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Court.</i> 'Tis great pity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> Nor want these sins a chief Saint to befriend 'em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Devil follows him; and for a truth, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appears in visible figure often to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At which time he's possest with sudden trances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold deadly sweats, and griping of the conscience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tormented strangely, as they say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>2 Court.</i> Heaven turn him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This marriage-day mayst thou well curse, fair <i>Hellen</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let's go view the ceremony.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>1 Court.</i> I'll walk with you. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Musick.</i></p> - -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Gabriella, <i>and</i> Maria <i>above</i>. <i>And</i> Laval, <i>Bride, States -in solemnity as to marriage; and pass over</i>; viz. Duke, -Marine, Longaville.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I hear 'em come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Would I might never hear more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I told you still: but you were so incredulous.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, there they kiss.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Adders be your embraces.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poison of a rotten heart, oh <i>Hellen</i>!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Blast thee as I have been; just such a flattery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With that same cunning face, that smile upon't,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh mark it <i>Marie</i>, mark it seriously,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Master smile caught me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> There's the old Duke, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Marine</i> her Father.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Oh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> There <i>Longaville</i>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ladies now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Oh, [I] am murder'd, <i>Marie</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beast, most inconstant beast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> There.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> There I am not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more I am not there: Hear me, oh Heaven!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all you powers of Justice bow down to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you of pity dye. I am abus'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She that depended on your Providence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is abus'd: your honor is abus'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That noble piece ye made, and call'd it man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is turn'd to Devil: all the world's abus'd:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me a womans Will, provok'd to mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A two-edg'd heart; my suffering thoughts to wild-fires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my embraces to a timeless grave turn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Here I'll step in, for 'tis an act of merit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> I am too big to utter more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Take time then. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Gentille <i>and</i> Casta. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> This solitary life at home undoes thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Obscures thy beauty first, which should prefer thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next fills thee full of sad thoughts, which thy years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must not arrive at yet, they choak thy sweetness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow the time, my Girl, and it will bring thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even to the fellowship of the noblest women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hellen</i> her self, to whom I would prefer thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And under whom this poor and private carriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I am only able yet to reach at,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being cast off, and all thy sweets at lustre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will take thee as a fair friend, and prefer thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Good Sir, be not so cruel as to seek<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> -<span class="i0">To kill that sweet content y'have bred me to:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I not here enough to thank Heaven for?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The free air uncorrupted with new flattery.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The water that I touch, unbrib'd with odours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make me sweet to others: the pure fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not smothered up, and choak'd with lustful incense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make my bloud sweat; but burning clear and high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tells me my mind must flame up so to Heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What should I do at Court, wear rich apparel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks these are as warm: And for your state, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wealthy enough; Is it you would have me proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like a Pageant, stuck up for amazements?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teach not your child to tread that path, for fear (Sir)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your dry bones after death, groan in your grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The miseries that follow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Excellent <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> When shall I pray again? (a Courtier)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or when I do, to what God? what new body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And new face must I make me, with new manners?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I must be no more my self. Whose Mistriss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must I be first? with whose sin-offering season'd?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I am grown so great and glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With prostitution of my burning beauties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That great Lords kneel, and Princes beg for favours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you think I'll be your Daughter, a poor Gentlemans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or know you for my father?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lavall. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> My best <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh my most virtuous child! Heaven reigns within thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take thine own choice, sweet child, and live a Saint still.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lord <i>Lavall</i>, stand by wench.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> <i>Gabriella</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cannot, nor she dares not make it known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My greatness crushes her, when e'er she offers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I fear her then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Come, let's pass on wench.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> <i>Gentille</i>, come hither: who's that Gentlewoman?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> A child of mine, Sir, who observing custome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is going to the Monastery to her Prayers.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> A fair one, a most sweet one; fitter far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To beautifie a Court, than make a Votarist.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go on, fair Beauty, and in your Orizons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember me: will ye, fair sweet?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Most humbly. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> An admirable Beauty: how it fires me!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter a Spirit.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But she's too full of grace, and I too wicked.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel my wonted fit: Defend me, goodness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! it grows colder still, and stiffer on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My hair stands up, my sinews shake and shrink;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help me good Heaven, and good thoughts dwell within me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh get thee gone, thou evil evil spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haunt me no more, I charge thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Yes <i>Lavall</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art my vassal, and the slave to mischief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I blast thee with new sin: pursue thy pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta</i> is rare and sweet, a blowing Beauty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set thy desires a fire, and never quench 'em<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till thou enjoy'st her; make her all thy Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all thy joy, for she is all true happiness:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art powerful, use command; if that prevail not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Force her: I'll be thy friend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh help me, help me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Her virtue, like a spell, sinks me to darkness. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Gentille <i>and</i> Casta. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> He's here still. How is't, noble Lord? me thinks, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You look a little wildly. Is it that way?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is't her you stare on so? I have spy'd your fire, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bu[t] dare not stay the flaming. Come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Sweet [c]reature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excellent Beauty, do me but the happiness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be your humblest servant. Oh fair eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh blessed, Blessed Sweetness, Divine Virgin!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Oh good my Lord, retire into your honor:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You're spoken good and virtuous, plac'd [at] Helme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To govern others from mischances: from example<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such fair Chronicles as great ones are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We do, or sure we should direct our lives.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I know y'are full of worth, a school of virtue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daily instructing us that live below ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I make no doubt, dwells there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I cannot answer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She has struck me dumb with wonder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Goodness guide ye. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> She's gone, and with her all [l]ight, and has left me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark as my black desires. Oh devil lust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How dost thou hug my bloud, and whisper to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is no day again, no time, no living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without this lusty Beauty break upon me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me collect my self, I strive like billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beaten against a rock, and fall a fool still.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must enjoy her, and I will: from this hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts, and all my bus'ness shall be nothing.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Maria. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My eating, and my sleeping, but her beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how to work it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Health to my Lord <i>Lavall</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay good Sir, do not turn with such displeasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come not to afflict your new born pleasures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My honour'd Mistriss, neither let that vex ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For nothing is intended, but safe to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> What of your Mistriss? I am full of bus'ness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I will be short, my Lord; she, loving Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Considering the unequal tie between ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how your ruine with the Duke lay on it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As also the most noble match now made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By me sends back all links of marriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Holy Vows, and Rights of Ceremony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All promises, oaths, tears, and all such pawns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You left in hostage: only her love she cannot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that still follows ye, but not to hurt ye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still beholds ye Sir, but not to shame ye:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In recompence of which, this is her suit, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her poor and last petition, but to grant her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When weary nights have cloyed ye up with kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(As such must come) the honor of a Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honor but to let her see those eyes,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> -<span class="i0">(Those eyes she doats on, more than gods do goodness)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And but to kiss you only: with this prayer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(a prayer only to awake your pity)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on her knees she made it, that this night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You'ld bless her with your company at supper.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I like this well, and now I think on't better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll make a present use from this occasion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, good my Lord, be not so cruel to her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because she has been yours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> And to mine own end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rare way I will work.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Can love for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Love of her (my Lord) so perish in ye?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ye desire in your desires to prosper.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What gallant under Heaven, but <i>Anjou</i>'s Heir then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can brag so fair a Wife, and sweet a Mistriss?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good noble Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Ye mis-apply me, <i>Mary</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor do I want true pity to your Lady:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pity and love tell me, too much I have wrong'd her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dare to see her more: yet if her sweetness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can entertain a Mediation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it must be a great one that can cure me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love again, as far as honor bids me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My service and my self—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> That's nobly spoken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Shall hourly see her; want shall never know her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor where she has bestow'd her love, repent her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Now whither drives he?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> I have heard <i>Maria</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no two women in the world more lov'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then thy good Mistriss, and <i>Gentille</i>'s fair Daughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> What may this mean? you have heard a truth, my Lord:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But since the secret Love betwixt you two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Mistriss durst not entertain such friendship;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta</i> is quick, and of a piercing judgement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quickly will find out a flaw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Hold <i>Marie</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And get that <i>Casta</i> thither; for she's a creature<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> -<span class="i0">So full of forcible Divine perswasion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so unwearied ever with good offic[e],<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make all errors up.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I'll doe my best, Sir:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'Twill prove impossible.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> There's more gold, <i>Marie</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chief of her profession: undertake this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I will not loose this offer, though it fall out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will, my Lord; she shall be there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> By ——?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> By —— she shall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Let it be something late then.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For being seen, now force or favour wins her.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My spirits are grown dull, strong wine, and store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall set 'em up again, and make me fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To draw home at the enterprize I aim at. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ma.</i> Go thy wa[ies] false Lord, if thou hold'st, thou pay'st<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The price of all thy lusts. Thou shalt be there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou modest Maid, if I have any working,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet thy honor safe; for which this thief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know has set this meeting: but I'll watch him.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Per[o]lot. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> <i>Maria.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Are mine eyes mine own? or bless me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am I deluded with a flying shadow?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Why do you start so from me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> It speaks sensibly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shews a living body: yet I am fearful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Give me your hand, good <i>Maria</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> He feels warm too.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> And next your [l]ips.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> He kisses perfectly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, and the Devil be n[o] worse: you are <i>Perolot</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> I was, and sure I should be: Can a small distance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ten short moneths take from your memory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The figure of your friend, that you stand wondring?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be not amaz'd, I am the self-same <i>Per[o]lot</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living, and well; Son to <i>Gentille</i>, and Brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To virtuous <i>Casta</i>; to your beauteous Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The long since poor betroth'd, and still vow'd servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Nay, sure he lives. My Lord <i>Lavall</i>, your Master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought news long since to your much mourning Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye dy'd at <i>Orleance</i>; bound her with an oath too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep it secret from your aged Father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest it should rack his heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> A pretty secret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To try my Mistriss Love, and make my welcome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From travel of more worth; from whence, Heaven be thanked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My business for the Duke dispatch'd to th' purpose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my money spent, I am come home, wench.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How does my Mistriss? for I have not yet seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any, nor will I, till I do her service.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Mar.</i> But did the Lord <i>Laval</i> know of your love, Sir, -before he went?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Yes, by much more force he got it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none else knew; upon his promise too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And honor to conceal it faithfully<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till my return; to further which, he told me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My business being ended, from the Duke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would procure a pension for my service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Able to make my Mistriss a fit Husband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> But are you sure of this?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Sure as my sight, wench.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Then is your Lord a base dissembling villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Devil Lord, the damn'd Lord of all lewdness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And has betraid ye, and undone my Mistriss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My poor sweet Mistriss: oh that leacher Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, poor soul, since was married.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> To whom, <i>Maria</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> To that unlucky Lord, a —— upon him;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Whose hot horse-appetite being allaid once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her chaste joyes, married again, scarce cool'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Torches yet not out the yellow <i>Hymen</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lighted about the bed, the Songs yet sounding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Marine</i>'s young noble Daughter <i>Helena</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose mischief stands at door next. Oh that recreant!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Oh villain! Oh most unmanly falshood!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay then I see, my Letters were betraid too.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, I am full of this, great with his mischiefs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loaden and burst: Come, lead me to my Lady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> I cannot, Sir, <i>Lavall</i> keeps her conceal'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, her griefs are such, she will see no man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> I must, and will go to her: I will see her:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There be my friend, or this shall be thy furthest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Hold, and I'll help thee: but first ye shall swear to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As you are true and gentle, as ye hate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This beastly and base Lord, where I shall place ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which shall be within sight) till I discharge ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What-e'er you see or hear, to make no motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> I do by ——<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Stay here about the house then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till it be later; yet the time's not perfect:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There at the back door I'll attend you truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Oh monstrous, monstrous beastly villain. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> How cross this falls, and from all expectation!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what the end shall be, Heaven only yet knows:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only I wish, and hope. But I forget still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta</i> must be the bait, or all miscarries. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Gentille <i>with a Torch</i>, Shalloon <i>above</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Holla, <i>Shaloon</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Shal.</i> Who's there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> A word from the Duke, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Shal.</i> Your pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Tell your Lord he must to Court strait.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Shal.</i> He is ill at ease: and prays he may be pardon'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The occasions of this night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Belike he is drunk then:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must away; the Duke and his fair Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous <i>Helena</i>, are now at <i>Cent</i>.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Of whom she has such fortune in her carding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duke has lost a thousand Crowns, and swears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He will not go to bed, till by <i>Lavall</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tide of loss be turn'd again. Awake him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis the pleasure of the Duke he must rise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Having so strict command (Sir) to the contrary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I dare not do it: I beseech your pardon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Are you sure he is there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Yes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gen.</i> And asleep?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> I think so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gen.</i> And are you sure you will not tell him, <i>Shalon</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Yes, very sure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gen.</i> Then I am sure, I will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open, or I must force.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> Pray ye stay, he is not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor will not be this night. You may excuse it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> I knew he was gone about some womans labour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As good a neighbor, though I say it, and as comfortable:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many such more we need <i>Shaloon</i>. Alas, poor Lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art like to lie cross-legg'd to night. Good Monsieur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will excuse your Master for this once, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because sometimes I have lov'd a wench my self too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> 'Tis a good hearing, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> But for your lye, <i>Shaloon</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I had you here, it should be no good hearing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For your pate I would pummel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Sha.</i> A fair good night, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Good night, thou noble Knight, Sir <i>Pandarus</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart is cold o'th' suddain, and a strange dulness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Possesses all my body: thy Will be done Heaven. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Gabriella <i>and</i> Casta: <i>and</i> Maria <i>with a Taper</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> 'Faith Friend, I was even going to my bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When your Maid told me of your sudden sickness:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But from my grave (so truly I love you)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think your name would raise me: ye look ill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since last I saw ye, much decay'd in colour:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I thank Heaven, I find no such great danger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As your Maid frighted me withal: take courage<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And give your sickness course: some grief you have got<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That feeds within upon your tender spirits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wanting open way to vent it self,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murders your mind, and choaks up all your sweetness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> It was my Maids fault; worthy friend, to trouble ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So late, upon so light a cause: yet since I have ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh my dear <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Out with it, God's name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> The Closset of my heart, I will lock here, wench,<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[Laval <i>knocks within</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And things shall make ye tremble. Who's that knocks there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> 'Tis <i>Lavall</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Sit you still. Let him in.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am resolv'd, and all you wronged women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You noble spirits, that as I have suffer'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under this glorious beast-insulting man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lend me your causes, then your cruelties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I must put on madness above women.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cast.</i> Why do you look so ghastly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Peace; no harm, Deer.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Lavall. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> There, take my cloak and sword: Where is this Banquet?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> In the next room.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> How came he here? Heaven bless me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Give me some Wine wench; fill it full, and sprightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Sit still, and be not fearful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Till my veins swell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my strong sinews stretch like that brave <i>Centaur</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That at the Table snatch'd the Bride away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spight of <i>Hercules</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> I am betraid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Nay, start not Lady; 'tis for you that I come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for your beauty: 'tis for you, <i>Lavall</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honors this night; to you, the sacred shrine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I humbly bow, offering my vows and prayers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To you I live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> In with the powder quickly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, that and the Wine will rock ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">[<i>Lav.</i> Here, to the health]<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Of the most beauteous and divine, fair <i>Casta</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The star of sweetness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Fear him not, I'll die first.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who shall pledge ye?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Thou shalt, thou tann'd Gipsey:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worship to that brightness give, cold <i>Tartar</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By —— ye shall not stir; ye are my Mistris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glory of my love, the great adventure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Mistris of my heart, and she my whore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Thou ly'st, base, beastly Lord; drunker then anger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou sowsed Lord, got by a surfeit, thou lyest basely.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, stir not: I dare tell thee so. Sit you still.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I be whore, it is in marrying thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That art so absolute and full a villain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Sacrament can save that piece tied to thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How often hast thou woo'd in those flatteries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost those very words, my constancie?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What goddess have I not been, or what goodness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What star that is of any name in Heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or brightness? which of all the virtues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(But drunkenness, and drabbing, thy two morals)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have not I reach'd to? what Spring was ever sweeter?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What <i>Scythian</i> snow so white? what crystal chaster?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not thy new wife now the same too? Hang thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Base Bigamist, thou honor of ill women.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> How's this? O! Heaven defend me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Thou salt-itch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For whom no cure but ever burning brimstone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can be imagin'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Ha, ha, ha.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Dost thou laugh, thou breaker<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all law, all religion, of all faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou Soule contemner?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Peace, thou paltry woman:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sit by me, Sweet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> By the Devil?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lull me with delights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> It works amain now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Gave to the sleeping boy she stole on <i>Latmus</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look round about in snakie wreathes close folded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those rosie arms about my neck, O! <i>Venus</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Fear not, I say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Thou admirable sweetness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Distill thy blessings like those silver drops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That falling on fair grounds, rise all in roses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through my heart transfix 'em all, I'll stand 'em.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send me a thousand smiles, and presently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll catch 'em in mine eyes, and by Love's power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn 'em to <i>Cupids</i> all, and fling 'em on thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How high she looks, and heavenly! More wine for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ga.</i> Give him more wine, and good friend be not fearful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Here on my knee, thou Goddess of delights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how it leaps to view that perfect redness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dwels upon thy lips: now, how it blushes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be outblush'd. Oh! let me feed my fancie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I hold the purple god in one hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dancing about the bri[m] and proudly swelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deck'd in the pride of nature young, and blowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So let me take fair <i>Semele</i> in the other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sing the loves of gods, then drink, their Nectar's<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not yet desir'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> Oh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Then like lustie <i>Tarquin</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn'd into flames with <i>Lucrece</i> coy denyals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His blood and spirit equally ambitious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I force thee for my own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Casta.</i> O help me Justice:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Help me, my Chastitie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Now I am bravely quarried. <span class="directline">[<i>Perolot above.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> 'Tis my Sister.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> No, bawdy slave, no Treacher, she is not carried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> O my sweet Love, my life. <span class="directline">[<i>He falls downe, and sleeps.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> He sinks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> My blessing.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span></div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> So, now he is safe a while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Lock all the doors, wench,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then for my wrongs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Now I'll appear to know all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Be quick, quick, good <i>Marie</i>, sure and sudden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Stay, I must in first.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> O' my conscience!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is young <i>Perol[o]t</i>: Oh my stung conscience!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is my first and noblest Love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Leave wondring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And recollect your self: the man is living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it be one. This is no time for kisses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And am afire till I have found his heart out.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What do you mean to do? for I'll make one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> He m[u]st, he must.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> We'll watch him till he wakes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then bind him, and then torture him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> 'Tis nothing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, take him dead drunk now without repentance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His leachery inseam'd upon him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Excellent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> I'll do it my self; and when 'tis done, provide ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we'll away for <i>Italy</i> this night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> We'll follow thorow all hazards.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Oh false Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmanly, mischievous; how I could curse thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that but blasts thy fame; have at thy heart, fool:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loop-holes I'll make enough to let thy life out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh! does the devil ride me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Nay then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Murder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, then take my share too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Help; oh! he has slain me.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Bloudy intentions must have bloud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Hah?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Per.</i> Heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here will I dwell for ever. Weep <i>Maria</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest!<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Spirit.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> What have I done?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> That that has mark'd thy soul man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> And art thou come again thou dismal spirit?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Yes, to devour thy last.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Mercy upon thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh my affrighted soul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> There lies a black one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy own best servant by thy own hand slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy drunkenness procur'd it: There's another:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think of fair <i>Gabriella</i>, there she weeps;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such tears are not lost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh miserable!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Thy foul intention to the virtuous <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> No more, no more, thou wild-fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Last, thy last wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Think on the wrong she suffers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> O my miserie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! whither shall I flie?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Spir.</i> Thou hast no faith, fool.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heark to thy knell. <span class="directline">[<i>Sings, and vanishes.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murders, ambitions, lust, false faiths; O horror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me thinks I see all tortures, fires, and frosts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep sinking caves, where nothing but despair dwels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The balefull birds of night hovering about 'em;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grave, me thinks, now opens, and a herse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hung with my Arms tumbles into it: oh!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! my afflicted soul: I cannot pray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the least child that has but goodness in him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May strike my head off; so stupid are my powers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I'll lift mine eyes up though.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Cease these laments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are too poor for venge[a]nce: <i>Lavall</i> lives yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Hah?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> This for young <i>Perolot</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> O mercy, mercy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> This for my wrongs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> But one short hour to cure me. <span class="directline">[<i>Knock within.</i><br /></span></span> -<span class="i0">Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Heark, they knock.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> This for <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lav.</i> Oh, O, O, O! <span class="directline">[<i>He dies.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">'T will be too late else.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Help, help up to th' chamber! <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt with Lavalls body.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants, -with lights.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What frights are these?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out, out, mine eyes. Look, <i>Casta</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lord.</i> 'T is young <i>Perolot</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Duke.</i> When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, -she sinks; and bear her off.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Cast.</i> O my dear brother! <span class="directline">[<i>Exit.</i><br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very shortly. Murdred?<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who's above there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Look up, and see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> What may this mean?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Behold it;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the drunken murderer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that young Gentleman; behold the rankest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Who kill'd him?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> I; and there 's the cause I did it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Read, if your eyes will give you leave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hell.</i> Oh! monstrous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The base dishonor of a thousand women:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> Here, young <i>Perolot</i>; my first contracted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True love shall never go alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Hold, <i>Gabriella</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I do forgive all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gab.</i> I shall die the better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why should I live, and thou dead?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lord.</i> Save the wench there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mar.</i> She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> This was a fatal night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Heaven has his working,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we cannot contend against.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Alas!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> Your Grace has your alas too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Would 't were equal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> See all their bodies buried decently,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hell.</i> Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never know what man is more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Your pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How does the maid within?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Lord.</i> She is gone before, Sir,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> -<span class="i0">The same course that my Lady takes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> And my course shall be my Beads at home; so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> In peace, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take my love along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gent.</i> I shall pray for ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Duke.</i> Now to our selves retire we, and begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By this example to correct each sin. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Flourish.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>King. Em.</i> By this we plainly view the two imposthumes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In both of which <i>Lavall</i> was capital:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That active noble thoughts had kept still working,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then deliver'd him to drink and women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How infamous and foul, we see example.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>The</i> TRIUMPH. -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Enter Musicians: next them</i>, Perolot <i>with the wound he died -with. Then</i> Gabriella <i>and</i> Maria, <i>with their wounds: after them, -four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'd</i> Revenge, Murder, Lust -<i>and</i> Drunkenness, <i>singing. Next them</i>, Lavall <i>wounded. Then -[a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies</i>. <span class="directline">[<i>Flourish.</i></span></p></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> PROLOGUE. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And see old</i> Time <i>helping triumphantly,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Helping his Master</i> Man: <i>view here his vanities</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And see his false friends like those glutted flyes,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fade</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>From all remembrance of him, like a shade.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We hope your favour, and our Play is done</i>. <span class="directline">[Flourish.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> What hast thou done, <i>Desire</i>, and how imploy'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The charge I gave thee, about levying wealth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For our supplies?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire.</i> I have done all, yet nothing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I came to <i>Craft</i>, found all his hooks about him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all his nets baited and set; his slie self<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greedie <i>Lucre</i> at a serious conference<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which way to tie the world within their statutes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your will and want together, both inforcing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the power and pains I had, to reach him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all fell short.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> His answer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire.</i> This he gave me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your wants are never ending; and those supplies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That came to stop those breaches, are ever lavisht<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets: <i>Vain delight</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">He says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lady <i>Pleasure</i>, like a sea devours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length both you and him too. If you have houses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will be readie to supplie occasions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From him, I went to <i>Vanity</i>, whom I found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All occupations opening like a Mart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That serve to rig the body out with braverie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thousand gaudie shapes; <i>Pride</i> waiting on her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And busily surveying all the breaches<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The way her money went. From her to <i>Pleasure</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took my journey.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> And what says our best Mistris?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire.</i> She danc'd me out this answer presently:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I met old <i>Time</i> too, mowing mankind down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> A cold <i>quietus</i>. Miserable creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Born to support and beautifie your master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The godlike man, set here to do me service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children of my will; why, or how dare ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Created to my use alone, disgrace me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To clothe me with their bodies to my labours;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And proudly press with garlands to the altars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Striking their downie sails to do me service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to my rest their plumie softs they send me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine have forgot me, miserable mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None feel my wants, not one mend with me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire.</i> None, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Ant.</i> Thou hast forgot (<i>Desire</i>) thy best friend, <i>Flatterie</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cannot fail me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Delight.</i> Fail? he will sell himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all within his power, close to his skin first.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire.</i> I thought so too, and made him my first venture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But found him in a young Lords ear so busie,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span> -<span class="i0">So like a smiling showr pouring his soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In at his portals, his face in a thousand figures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Catching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Then here I break up state, and free my followers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Putting my fortune now to <i>Time</i>, and <i>Justice</i>:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go seek new masters now; for <i>Anthropos</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire</i>, to <i>Avarice</i> I here commend thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And <i>Vain Delight</i>, thou feeder of my follies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With light fantastickness, be thou in favour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To leave thee, <i>Bountie</i>, my most worthie servant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In honorable hearts that truely know thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there live ever like thy self, a virtue:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But leave this place, and seek the Countrey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now none but <i>Poverty</i> must follow me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despis'd patch'd <i>Poverty</i>; and we two married,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will seek <i>Simplicity</i>, <i>Content</i> and <i>Peace</i> out.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Poverty.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And live with them in exile. How uncall'd on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My true friend comes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Poverty.</i> Here, hold thee, <i>Anthropos</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Off with that vanitie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Here, <i>Vain Delight</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with this all my part, to thee again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thee I freely render.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pov.</i> Take this staff now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And be more constant to your steps hereafter:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The staff is <i>Staidness of affections</i>.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span> -<span class="i0">Away you painted flyes, that with mans summet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take life and heat buzzing about his blossoms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt desire and delight.</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now to <i>Content</i> I'll give thee, <i>Anthropos</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To <i>Rest</i> and <i>Peace</i>: no vanitie dwells there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire</i> [nor] <i>Pleasur[e]</i>, to delude thy mind more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No <i>Flatteries</i> smooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> O! <i>Jupiter</i>, if I have ever offer'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon thy burning Altars but one Sacrifice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou and thy fair-ey'd <i>Juno</i> smil'd upon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever, to thine honor, bounteous feasts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where all thy statu[e]s sweet with wine and incense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have by the son of earth been celebrated:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear me (the child of shame now) hear thou helper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou justice<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Done by unmindful man, unmerciful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against his master done, against thy order;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise again, thou father of all honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raise from his ruines once more this sunk Cedar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Jupiter and Mercury descend severally. Trumpets -small above.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Jup.</i> Ho! <i>Mercury</i>, my winged son.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> Your servant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Jup.</i> Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arm'd in such spells of pity now?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> The sad petitions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the scorn'd son of earth, the god-like <i>Anthropos</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that has swell'd your sacred fires with incense,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pil'd upon your Altars a thousand heifers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that (beguil'd by <i>Vanity</i> and <i>Pleasure</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Desire</i>, <i>Craft</i>, <i>Flattery</i>, and smooth <i>Hypocrisie</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left to <i>Poverty</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Jup.</i> It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor shall those hands heav'd at m[ine] Altars, perish:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> -<span class="i0">He is our noblest creature. Flee to <i>Time</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And charge him presently release the bands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of <i>Poverty</i> and <i>Want</i> this suitor sinks in:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell him, among the Sun-burnt <i>Indians</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That know no other wealth but Peace and pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She shall find golden <i>Plutus</i>, god of riches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who idly is ador'd, the innocent people<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not knowing yet what power and weight he carries:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bid him compell him to his right use, honor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And presently to live with <i>Anthropos</i>.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is our Will. Away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> I do obey it. <span class="directline">[<i>Jupiter and Mercury ascend again.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="directcenter"> - -<p>Musick. <i>Enter</i> Plutus, <i>with a troop of</i> Indians, <i>singing and -dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him: which -ended, Enter</i> Time.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> Rise, and away; 'tis <i>Joves</i> command.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> I will not:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye have some fool to furnish now; some <i>Midas</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That to no purpose I must choak with riches.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who must I go to?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> To the son of earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wants the god of wealth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> Let him want still:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was too lately with him, almost torn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into ten thousand pieces by his followers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could not sleep, but <i>Craft</i> or <i>Vanity</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were filing off my fingers; not eat, for fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Pleasure</i> would cast her self into my belly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there surprize my heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> These have forsaken him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make haste then, thou must with me: be not angry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fear a greater anger light upon thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> I do obey then: but change my figure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when I willingly befriend a creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will not be long from ye; all my servants<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> -<span class="i0">I leave among ye still, and my chief riches.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Indians <i>with a dance</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh <i>Time</i>, what innocence dwells here, what goodness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast, <i>Time</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Plutus <i>and</i> Time.</p> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Humil.</i> Man, be not sad, nor let this divorce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From <i>Mundus</i>, and his many ways of pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pov.</i> For now what danger or deceit can reach thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What matter left for <i>Craft</i> or <i>Covetize</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To plot against thee? what <i>Desire</i> to burn thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Honest.</i> Oh son of earth, let <i>Honesty</i> possess thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then how thin and vain these fond affections,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like raw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ill digested all these vanities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will shew, let <i>Reason</i> tell thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Simpl.</i> Crown thy mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truly be the master of thy self.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is the noblest Empire; and there stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Pov.</i> Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us, <i>Anthropos</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter">Song: <i>And then Enter</i> Time <i>and</i> Plutus. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hon.</i> Away; we are betrayd. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt all but</i> Poverty.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> Get thou too after,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou needy bare companion; go for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Poverty.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p><i>Anth.</i> What mak'st thou here, <i>Time</i>? thou that to this -Minute, never stood still by me?</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> I have brought thee succour;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ever just and wakeful <i>Jove</i>, at length)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is come unto thee: use him as thine own;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Have I found pity then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Time.</i> Thou hast; and <i>Justice</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against those false seducers of thine honor:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come, give him present helps. <span class="directline">[<i>Exit</i> Time.<br /></span></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Industry and the Arts discovered.</i> -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> Come <i>Industry</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou friend of life; and next to thee, rise <i>Labour</i>;<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[Plutus <i>stamps</i>. Labour <i>rises</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rise presently: and now to your employments;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But first conduct this mortal to the rock.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright"><i>They carry</i> Anthropos <i>to a Rock, -and fall a digging</i>.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What seest thou now? <span class="directline">[Plutus <i>strikes the Rock, and flames flie out</i>.<br /></span></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> A glorious Mine of Metal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh <i>Jupiter</i>, my thanks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> To me a little.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You are afloat again, lest <i>Mundus</i> catch ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Neve[r] betray me more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Plut.</i> I must to <i>India</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by those, know to live again.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directright">[<i>Exeunt</i> Plutus, Industry, Labour, <i>&[c].</i></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> I shall do.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>Enter</i> Fame <i>sounding</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Fame.</i> Thorow all the world, the fortune of great <i>Anthropos</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too. <span class="directline">[<i>Exeunt.</i><br /></span></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p> -<p class="directcenter">MUSICK. -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter</i> Delight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity, <i>&c. dancing -(and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service to</i> -Anthropos. Mercury <i>from above. Musick heard. One -half of a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the -other half drawn.</i> Jupiter <i>seen in glory</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Mer.</i> Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks to <i>Jupiter</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Oh mighty power!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Jup.</i> Unmask, ye gilded poisons:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now see the faces of thy evil Angels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lead 'em to <i>Time</i>, and let 'em fill his Triumph:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their memories be here forgot for ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Anth.</i> Oh just great god! how many lives of service,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What ages only given to thine honor.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What infinites of vows, and holy prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can pay my thanks?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Jup.</i> Rise up: and to assure thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That never more thou shalt feel want, strike, <i>Mercury</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Live in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter"><i>SONG.</i> -</p> - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: then</i> Vain Delight, -Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity, <i>and other of the Vices: -Then a Chariot with the person of</i> Time <i>sitting in it, -drawn by four persons, representing Hours, singing</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i23"><i>Exeunt.</i> <i>Flourish.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>King. Em.</i> By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and Princes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often to be master'd by abuses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our natures here describ'd too, and what humors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prevail above our Reasons to undo us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this the last and best. When no friend stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gods are merciful, and lend their hands. <i>Flourish.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h3>Epilogue</h3> - - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">N</span><span class="smcap">ow</span> as the Husbandman, whose Costs and Pain,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Whose Hopes and Helps lie buried in his Grain,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Waiting a happy Spring to ripen full</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>His long'd-for Harvest, to the Reapers pull;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Stand we expecting, having sown our Ground</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With so much charge, (the fruitfulness not found)</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>The Harvest of our Labours: For we know</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You are our Spring; and when you smile, we grow.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Nor Charge nor Pain, shall bind us from your Pleasures,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So you but lend your hands to fill our Measures.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="directcenter">FINIS. -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p> -<div class="chapter"></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<h2>APPENDIX.</h2> - - -<div class="hangindent"> - -<p><i>In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the -page, including titles, acts, stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the -headline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, -there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left.</i></p></div> - -<p>It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned -letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation -and <i>vice versâ</i>. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches -and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the -double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Misprints in the -Quartos and the First Folio are recorded when they appear to be interesting. -A word or two from the printed text is attached to the variants recorded below -in cases where the variant, by itself, would not be sufficiently clear. Altered -punctuation is shown, usually, by printing the old punctuation.</p> - -<p>[Thanks are due to Mrs Arnold Glover for collations of quartos in the -British Museum and to R. F. Towndrow, for collations of those in the -Bodleian.]</p> - - -<h3>THIERRY AND THEODORET.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = 1621. <b>B</b> = 1648. <b>C</b> = 1649. <b>D</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>(<b>A</b>) <span class="smcap">THE</span> | TRAGEDY | <span class="smcap">OF THIERRY KING OF</span> | <i>France, and his Brother</i> | -Theodoret. | As it was diverse times acted at the Blacke-| <i>Friers by the -Kings Majesties</i> | Servants. | <i><span class="smcap">LONDON</span></i>, | Printed for <i>Thomas Walkley</i>, and are -to bee sold at | his shop in <i>Britaines Burse</i>, at the signe of | the Eagle and -Child. | 1621.</p> - -<p>(<b>B</b>) <span class="smcap">The</span> | TRAGEDY | <span class="smcap">OF</span> | THIERRY | King of <i>France</i>, and his -Brother | THEODORET. | As it was diverse times acted at the | <i>Blacke-Friers -by the Kings Majesties</i> | Servants. Written by | John Fletcher Gent. | -<i><span class="smcap">London</span></i>, | Printed for <i>Humphrey Mosely</i>, and are to be sold at | his Shop at -the <i>Princes Armes</i> in St. <i>Pauls</i> | Church-yard. 1648.</p> - -<p> -(<b>C</b>) <span class="smcap">THE</span> | TRAGEDY | <span class="smcap">OF</span> | THIERRY | King of <i>France</i>, and his -Brother | THEODORET. | As it was diverse times acted at the <i>Blacke-Friers,</i> -<i>by the Kings Majesties</i> | Servants. | Written by | <span class="overunder smcap br bl">Fracis Beamont.<br /> -and<br /> -John Fletcher</span> Gent. | <i><span class="smcap">LONDON</span></i>, | Printed for <i>Humphrey Moseley</i>, and are to be sold at | his -Shop at the <i>Princes Armes</i> in St. <i>Pauls</i> | Church-yard. 1649. -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span></p> - -<p>[The following lines are printed from the edition of 1649]</p> - -<p class="center">The Prologue to <i>Thierry</i> -and <i>Theodoret</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">W</span><span class="smcap">it</span> is become an Antick; and puts on</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>As many shapes of variation,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To court the times applause, as the times dare</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Change severall fashions; nothing is thought rare</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Which is not new and follow'd; yet we know</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That what was worne some twenty yeares agoe</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Comes into grace againe, and we pursue</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That custome, by presenting to your view</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A Play in fashion then, not doubting now</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But 'twill appeare the same, if you allow</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Worth to their noble memories, whose names</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Beyond all power of death live in their fames.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">The Epilogue. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">O</span><span class="smcap">ur</span> Poet knowes you will be just; but we</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Appeale to mercy: he desires that ye</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Would not distast his Muse, because of late</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Transplanted; which would grow here if no fate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Have an unluckie bode: opinion</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Comes hither but on crutches yet, the sun</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hath lent no beame to warme us; if this play</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Proceed more fortunate, wee'll crowne the day</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And Love that brought you hither: 'tis in you</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To make A Little Sprig of Lawrell grow,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And spread into a Grove where you may sit</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And here soft Stories, when by blasting it</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>You gain no honour, though our ruines Lye</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To tell the spoyles of your offended eye:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If not for what we are, (for alas, here</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>No</i> Roscius <i>moves to charme your eyes or ear)</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Yet as you hope hereafter to see Playes.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Incourage us, and give our Poet Bayes.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Dramatis Personæ."> -<caption><i>Dramatis Personæ.</i></caption> - - <tr> - <td><i>Thierry</i>, King of France</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Theodoret</i>, his Brother Prince of <i>Austrachia</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Martell</i>, their noble Kinsman</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Devitry</i>, an honest Souldier of fortune</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Protuldy</i>,</td> - <td rowspan="3" class="bl">Cowardly Panders.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Bawdher</i>,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Lecure</i>,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Priest</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Post</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Huntsmen</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Souldiers</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Doctors</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Brunhalt</i>, Mother to the Princes</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Ordella</i>, the matchlesse wife of <i>Thierry</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Memburges</i>, Daughter of <i>Theodoret</i>.</td> - </tr> -</table></div> - -<p class="center"><i>The Scene France.</i> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_1">1</a></b>, l. 5. D] <i>Bawdher</i> l. 25. A-D] women.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_2">2</a></b>, l. 1. A] promises l. 5. A] shewes vm l. 6. A] multiplyes vm -l. 30. A-C] Courts a this D] Nile, have l. 37. A-C] <i>Theod.</i> ... impudence, -| And ... mother | Brought ... it |</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_3">3</a></b>, l. 20. D] womam l. 32. B-D] bedders. l. 33. A-C] -<i>Portalyde</i> D] <i>Protalyde</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_4">4</a></b>, l. 4. B-D] swetness l. 8. A] am I thus rewarded? B and C] -am I thus rewarded, l. 37. A-C] I am</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_5">5</a></b>, l. 8. D] <i>Bawdher</i> l. 26. D] long she l. 28. D] unlikt</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_6">6</a></b>, l. 3. A-C] I am not l. 7. A-D] kisses. l. 22. A-C] -For I am l. 24. D] <i>Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima</i> l. 28. D] I'm -jealous l. 32. D] weakness</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_7">7</a></b>, l. 12. D] to dependance l. 24. D] reason l. 29. D] lose</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_8">8</a></b>, l. 38. B-D] of them l. 39. D] mean's</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_9">9</a></b>, l. 30. D] ti's pace l. 30. D] Thierry, be</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_10">10</a></b>, l. 13. A-C] I am l. 32. B-D] fiers l. 35. D] or if</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_11">11</a></b>, l. 5. D] Shal l. 21. A-D] dust, were</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_12">12</a></b>, l. 2. A] I shall still l. 9. D] an one l. 40. D] win 'em,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_13">13</a></b>, l. 1. A-C] shall seeme D] shall seem l. 6. B-D] I'll breath -l. 17. D] knowledg l. 24. B-D] Withall l. 34. A-D] <i>Theoderet</i> -D] <i>Theoderet Memberge</i>,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_14">14</a></b>, l. 21. D] <i>Nero.</i> l. 27. D] colors</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_15">15</a></b>, l. 36. D] Alass</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_16">16</a></b>, l. 12. D] eusie l. 34. B-D] polcats l. 35. A] trustde</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_17">17</a></b>, l. 22. B-D] mid way l. 25. B-D] away, all l. 27. D] -<i>Portaldy Lecure</i>. l. 34. B-D] pandar sponge l. 39. D] your Son</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_18">18</a></b>, l. 7. D] delicats l. 20. A] others, death; B-D] others death; -l. 29. B-D] of chastity l. 39. B-D] i'st?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_19">19</a></b>, l. 9. D] then, think you l. 27. D] I'm</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_20">20</a></b>, l. 2. A-C] I am sure l. 12. D] too; l. 15. B-D] i'st?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_21">21</a></b>, l. 1. B-D] violence. l. 4. D] <i>Their.</i> l. 6. D] You I'll -hunt l. 20. A] currall l. 24. A-C] ath l. 28. A] take it -l. 29. D] Farewll l. 34. B-D] Sir,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_22">22</a></b>, l. 6. A] met a noble l. 27. B-D] tels l. 34. A] to set my -l. 40. A-C] they are</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_23">23</a></b>, l. 11. A] vm, take a tree Sir, B and C] um take a tree Sir, D] -'em take a tree Sir; l. 17. D] an l. 19. B-D] stay. l. 20. A-C] -a both l. 28. B-D] bawb l. 37. A-C] mushrump</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_24">24</a></b>, l. 9. D] <i>Bawdher</i> l. 39. B-D] him, I</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_25">25</a></b>, l. 7. D] <i>Portaldye</i> l. 10. A] on thy l. 16. D] philip</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_26">26</a></b>, l. 18. D] volour l. 20. A] is care l. 21. D] my my actions -l. 23. D] <i>Martel</i> (<i>here and often elsewhere</i>) l. 33. A-D] falls</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_27">27</a></b>, l. 14. A-C] the nose l. 18. D] should l. 22. D] hear -l. 29. A-C] that is l. 34. D] You're l. 40. D] <i>Martel</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_28">28</a></b>, l. 28. D] pray pardon l. 30. D] your ... Martel B-D <i>Print -as a new line</i>] <i>Mart.</i> Your company, etc. l. 37. D <i>omits</i>] fearefull</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_29">29</a></b>, l. 2. A] it B-D] it. l. 22. D] volour</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_30">30</a></b>, l. 1. A-D] work</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_31">31</a></b>, l. 5. A] selfe's l. 20. D] self. l. 26. D] paralell'd, -l. 27. D] mother, l. 38. A-C] I am l. 40. A-C] the</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_32">32</a></b>, l. 2. D] fires l. 17. D] up. l. 22. D] mates. l. 32. D] -happiness.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_33">33</a></b>, l. 14. B-D] one stange of Revels, and each ye l. 29. B-D] -I a man? l. 37. D] thought</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_34">34</a></b>, l. 8. D] what Ill can l. 35. B and C] conveniance D] convenience</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_35">35</a></b>, l. 11. B-D] I have no l. 26. D] born l. 30. D] shall -l. 32. B and C] marcht</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_36">36</a></b>, l. 2. A and D] their l. 10. A-D] son's</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_37">37</a></b>, l. 31. D] born</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_38">38</a></b>, l. 11. A-C] <i>The Dance</i>. l. 18. B-D] Theodoret? l. 32. -D] to 't.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_39">39</a></b>, l. 7. B-D] Whether l. 13. B-D] my</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_40">40</a></b>, l. 9. D] knows. l. 12. D] face</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_41">41</a></b>, l. 8. D] loans l. 14. D] skill. l. 15. D] his</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_42">42</a></b>, l. 29. A-D] hour. l. 30. D] towards l. 35. D] gil'd</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_43">43</a></b>, l. 38. B-D] away</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_45">45</a></b>, l. 7. D] thing l. 36. D] thoughts.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_46">46</a></b>, l. 5. A-D] nothing's hard, l. 9. D] <i>Ordeel.</i> l. 16. B-D] -humors. l. 17. A] Bring um l. 21. A-C] Here is l. 28. D] hear. -l. 35. D] knowledg.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_47">47</a></b>, l. 1. <i>Possibly</i> thou'rt made the blessing <i>is intended</i> l. 14. D] <i>Puls</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_48">48</a></b>, l. 3. A-D] <i>Devi.</i> l. 11. D] an l. 20. B-D] thing</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_49">49</a></b>, l. 18. B and C] olive beare D] Olive-bear l. 23. A-C] -What 'tis</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_50">50</a></b>, l. 12. A-C] I am l. 36. D] snip l. 37. B-D] us'd.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_51">51</a></b>, l. 2. B-D] use of it l. 11. D] <i>Baun.</i> A <i>prints a new line</i>] -And we will l. 23. A-C] upon it l. 25. A-C] t'as l. 35. -B and C] the ability</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_52">52</a></b>, l. 24. D] hopes. l. 26. B-D] them. l. 30. A-C] the -l. 39. B and C] stirre D] stirr</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_53">53</a></b>, l. 6. A-C] doest l. 7. B-D] excuse. l. 10. D] I</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_54">54</a></b>, l. 7. D] from from l. 14. D] guick</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_55">55</a></b>, l. 15. D] Iaid down l. 19. B-D] pleasure</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_56">56</a></b>, l. 2. D] argment</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_57">57</a></b>, l. 17. B-D] than thou l. 21. A] it B and C] it, D] it. -l. 29. D] in all</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_58">58</a></b>, l. 18. D] misery?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_59">59</a></b>, l. 4. A-C] of good D] of a good l. 7. A] a thy l. 15. -B-D] and l. 20. D] some l. 32. D] you?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_60">60</a></b>, l. 29. D] <i>Soldier.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_61">61</a></b>, l. 28. A-C] only bind mee before l. 36. D] melancholly</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_62">62</a></b>, l. 8. A] fetch em ll. 9-10. A-C <i>omit one</i>] where l. 20. -A] em l. 25. A] was I, dreampt not of your conveiance? B and C] was -I, dreampt not of your conveyance? helpe to unbidd D] was I? dreamt not -of your conveyance, l. 30. A] top l. 31. A] em</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_63">63</a></b>, l. 25. D] piece-meals l. 32. D] paricide</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_64">64</a></b>, l. 2. D] Hawks l. 7. A-C] cures D] <i>omits the passage in -square brackets from l. 11 to l. 30 on p. <a href="#Page_67">67</a>. Supplied here from</i> A l. 25. -A] prayers l. 35. C] grace feele yourselfe now</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_67">67</a></b>, l. 9. A] are B and C] them l. 19. A] defeeaed l. 20. -B and C] pleasures</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_68">68</a></b>, l. 6. A] give l. 21. A] um l. 27. D] <i>Martel.</i> l. 39. -D] came</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_69">69</a></b>, l. 2. B-D] soule away l. 10. A] She is l. 15. B-D] Sir. -l. 38. A-C] <i>Dies</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_70">70</a></b>, l. 1. A] um l. 2. A] um l. 3. D] lasteh</p> - - -<h3>THE WOMAN-HATER.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = 1607. <b>B</b> = 1607. <b>C</b> = 1648. <b>D</b> = 1649. -<b>E</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>(<b>A</b>) THE | WOMAN | HATER. | <i>As it hath beene lately Acted by | the -Children of Paules</i>: | <span class="smcap">LONDON</span> | Printed, and are to be sold | by <i>John Hodgets</i> -in Paules | Church-yard. 1607.</p> - -<p>(<b>B</b>) <i>THE</i> | WOMAN | HATER. | <i>As it hath beene lately Acted by | the -Children of Paules</i>: | <span class="smcap">LONDON</span> | Printed by <i>R. R.</i> and are to be | sold by <i>John -Hodgets</i> in Paules | Church-yard. 1607.</p> - -<p>(<b>C</b>) THE | WOMAN | HATER. | <i>As it hath beene Acted by his -Majesties</i> | Servants with great Applause. | Written by | <span class="smcap">John Fletcher</span> -Gent. | <i>LONDON</i>, | Printed for <i>Humphrey Moseley</i>, and are to be sold at | -his Shop at the <i>Princes Armes</i> in St. <i>Pauls</i> | Church-yard. 1648.</p> - -<p> -(<b>D</b>) THE | WOMAN | HATER, | <span class="smcap">OR THE</span> | Hungry Courtier. | A -COMEDY, | <i>As it hath been Acted by his Majesties | Servants with great</i> -<i>Applause.</i> | Written by | <span class="overunder bl br smcap">Francis Beamont<br />and<br />John Fletcher.</span> Gent. | <i>LONDON</i>, | -Printed for <i>Humphrey Moseley</i>, and are to be sold at | his Shop at the -<i>Princes Armes</i> in St. <i>Pauls</i> | Church-yard. 1649. -</p> - -<p class="center">The Prologue to the <i>Woman-hater</i>, or the -<i>Hungry Courtier</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">L</span><span class="smcap">adies</span> take't as a secret in your Eare,</i><br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span> -<span class="i0"><i>In stead of homage, and kind welcome here,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I heartily could wish you all were gone;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For if you stay, good faith, we are undone.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Alas! you now expect, the usuall wayes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of our addresse, which is your Sexes praise:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But we to night, unluckily must speake,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Such things will make your Lovers-Heart-strings breake,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Bely your Virtues, and your beauties staine,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With words, contriv'd long since, in your disdaine.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Tis strange you stirre not yet; not all this while</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Lift up your Fannes to hide a scornefull smile:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Whisper, or jog your Lords to steale away;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So leave us t'act, unto our selves, our Play:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Then sure, there may be hope, you can subdue</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Your patience to endure an Act or two:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Nay more, when you are told our Poets rage</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Pursues but one example, which that age</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Wherein he liv'd produc'd; and we rely</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Not on the truth, but the varietie.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>His Muse beleev'd not, what she then did write;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Her Wings were wont to make a nobler flight;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Sor'd high, and to the Stars, your Sex did raise;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>For which, full Twenty yeares, he wore the Bayes.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>'Twas he reduced</i> Evandra <i>from her scorne,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And taught the sad</i> Aspacia <i>how to mourne;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gave</i> Arethusa's <i>love a glad reliefe.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And made</i> Panthea <i>elegant in griefe.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If those great Trophies of his noble Muse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Cannot one humor 'gainst your Sex excuse</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Which we present to night; you'l finde a way</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>How to make good the Libell in our Play:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So you are cruell to your selves; whilst he</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>(Safe in the fame of his integritie)</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Will be a Prophet, not a Poet thought;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And this fine Web last long though loosely wrought</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">The Epilogue to the <i>Woman-hater</i>, -or the <i>Hungry Courtier</i>. -</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">T</span><span class="smcap">he</span> monuments of Vertue and desert,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Appeare more goodly when the glosse of Art</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Is eaten off by time, then when at first:</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>They were set up, not censur'd at the worst</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>We have done our best for your contents to fit,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>With new paines, this old monument of wit.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="center"><i>Dramatis Personæ</i>, -</p> - - -<ul><li>Duke of <i>Millaine</i></li> -<li><i>Gordamio</i>, The Woman-Hater</li> -<li><i>Count Valore</i>, Brother to <i>Oriana</i></li> -<li><i>Lucio</i>, A foolish Femall Statesman</li> -<li><i>Arigo</i>, A Courtier attending the Duke</li> -<li><i>Lazarillo</i>, A Voluptuous Smell-feast</li> -<li>His Boy.</li> -<li>A Mercer, A City-Gull, Perlously in Love with Learning.</li> -<li>A Pander</li> -<li>A Gentleman, Instructor to <i>Lucio</i></li> -</ul> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Secretary to <i>Lucio</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two Intelligencers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Servants.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Oriana</i>, The Dukes Mistris<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An old deafe Country Gentlewoman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ladyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Madona</i>, A Courtezan<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Fraciscina</i>, One of her Wastcote-wayters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>The Scene Millaine.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_71">71</a></b>, l. 14. C-E] <i>dearenesse of his cares</i> l. 16. C-E] <i>it would please</i> -l. 25. C and D] <i>Lord Lord-borne</i> E] Lord, Lord born</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_72">72</a></b>, l. 10. C-E] as if</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_73">73</a></b>, l. 8. E] and stare, l. 21. E] years l. 25. E] the dishes -l. 29. E] Duke l. 34. E] knowledg, l. 36. C-E] to give</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_74">74</a></b>, l. 19. E] chac'd the l. 36. E] he gave him</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_75">75</a></b>, l. 6. C and D] pleasant varietyes E] pleasant variety l. 7. E] -swarmeth with l. 13. C-E] honor? l. 21. A and B] satisfied. -C-E] satisfied</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_76">76</a></b>, l. 7. E] two joals l. 18. E] Not Palaces l. 35. A and B] -after one another gone, C and D] after one another, and gone,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_77">77</a></b>, l. 31. C-E] it will not swear l. 32. E] it it l. 37. E] -Exceeding apt to be</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_78">78</a></b>, l. 8. E] at your voice, l. 9. E] your Banquets l. 38. -E] hav-</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_79">79</a></b>, l. 17. E] these ordinary l. 32. E] compass the</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_80">80</a></b>, l. 8. A-D] ... Capon sauce | Upon ... of dust, | Manchets for ... -shields | l. 13. A and B] Count is</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_81">81</a></b>, l. 17. E] I<i>ntelligencer</i> l. 28. E] rare if you l. 31. A and B] -of Informer l. 16. A and B] in earnest? l. 18. C-E] ear-shots -l. 30. E] body, I will</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_83">83</a></b>, l. 1. A and B] <i>Int.</i> Your Lordships Servant. <i>is followed by Laz.</i> -Will it please C-E <i>print as a separate speech, coming before Laz.</i>] <i>Count.</i> -Your Lordships Servant. l. 3. E] Lordship to walk?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_84">84</a></b>, l. 15. A-E] desires Rome</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_85">85</a></b>, l. 8. A-D] have I good l. 19. C-E] plainess l. 23. -A-D] in talking, treason l. 38. E] shippers</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_86">86</a></b>, l. 25. C-E] How! <i>Arrigo: Lucio:</i> l. 32. A-D] It is.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_87">87</a></b>, l. 14. A-D] at her | to me? l. 31. A-E] of this new -l. 32. E] betwixt Curtains</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_88">88</a></b>, l. 4. E] tooth-picks?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_89">89</a></b>, l. 35. E] Uususpected</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_90">90</a></b>, l. 5. C-E] thy Fortune is now l. 18. E] a clock, it l. 34. -A-D] Hath been</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_91">91</a></b>, l. 1. C-E] years old l. 4. E] sols l. 13. A-D] that men -must l. 14. C and D] that men must live E] that must live l. 23. -A and B] the busines C and D] the businesse l. 26. E] shall perceive -l. 33. C-E] <i>Arrigo Lucio</i> l. 36. E] his.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_92">92</a></b>, l. 15. C-E] Wither l. 27. A] Court, there l. 33. E] wil -l. 39. A-D] with patience. | to heare. E] with patience to hear.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_93">93</a></b>, l. 31. E] Lady's l. 32. E] and twindge l. 37. E] <i>Crnd.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_94">94</a></b>, l. 6. E] a think as l. 7. E] let the l. 20. C-E] nor this -l. 22. C-E] silkgrograns l. 35. E] doe, cover</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_95">95</a></b>, l. 1. E] have otherwise l. 17. E] lose</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_96">96</a></b>, l. 14. E] woman</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_97">97</a></b>, l. 32. E] knowledg</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_98">98</a></b>, l. 7. E] tougues l. 7. E] lose l. 28. E] the sweet</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_99">99</a></b>, l. 6. E] passion? yes l. 26. C-E] women: to l. 27. -C-E] not to be</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_100">100</a></b>, l. 8. E] I unrip l. 15. E] <i>Valores</i>, Sister l. 26. E] -<i>Basilisks</i>, dead</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_101">101</a></b>, l. 9. C-E] convert. l. 22. E] as I'm, l. 23. C-E] we -have store l. 34. C and D] I am the man that E] I'm the man that -l. 38. E] contritiou</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_102">102</a></b>, l. 4. E] ill Spirit ll. 8-10 C-E]</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Gond.</i> By the true honest service, that I owe these eyes strangely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My meaning is as spotles as my faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Oria.</i> The Duke doubt mine honour? a may judge<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p>l. 18. E] <i>Gondarino</i>, shall l. 24. E] Ladys are l. 27. A and B] -where Witches</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_103">103</a></b>, l. 34. E] comsort</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_104">104</a></b>, l. 6. C-E] outward court ll. 13-15 <i>are omitted from</i> E</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_105">105</a></b>, l. 3. E] compass it search, l. 4. <b>E</b>] braius l. 20. C-E] -corrupted l. 25. A] cut out the meanes l. 25. C-E] sword l. 34. -A-D] here a</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_106">106</a></b>, l. 22. A-D] a saith l. 22. A-D] he is greater l. 24. A-D] -a was A and B] did yee l. 25. A-D] a fell l. 27. A-D] a meant -l. 28. E] is very l. 29. A and B] if a deale l. 33. C-E] we not -l. 37. A-D] because a l. 38. A-D] a wo'd l. 40. E] hand-sword</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_107">107</a></b>, l. 4. A and B] a be hanged. l. 19. C-E] be married</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_110">110</a></b>, l. 1. A and B] Surnamed l. 3. A] stand stiffe l. 3. -A-D] places, | And execute l. 9. A and B] rays'd bee; by this l. 15. -A-D] whether l. 16. A and B] whither? wither? l. 22. E] kill -l. 23. E] in black</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_111">111</a></b>, l. 1. E] <i>Actus Tertius.</i> l. 21. C-E] constancy; l. 27. -C and D] grave words l. 32. C-E] in the Summer</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_113">113</a></b>, l. 11. A and B] those women l. 28. C-E <i>omit</i>] only</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_114">114</a></b>, l. 14. E] thar l. 14. A-D <i>omit</i>] a l. 36. C-E] to recover</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_115">115</a></b>, l. 16. C-E <i>give</i>] <i>Gondarino</i>, where is the Lady? <i>a separate line, -as though not part of the Duke's speech</i>. l. 28. E] punish l. 36. E] -virtuous,</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_116">116</a></b>, l. 6. C-E <i>omit</i>] here l. 7. E] scohlar l. 18. C-E] -if our l. 24. A-D] a comes l. 30. A-D] shee is l. 35. A and B] -would ye</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_117">117</a></b>, l. 3. E] Peticoats, and Foreparts l. 5. C-E] compliment? -l. 10. E] stockins C-E] silk. l. 11. A and B] they are a the best -of wooll, and they cleeped jersey. C and D] they are of the best of wooll, and -they clyped Jersey. E] they're of the best of Wooll, and the clipped Jersey -l. 16. A and B] their bookes l. 39. C-E] Poesies, for</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_118">118</a></b>, l. 4. A-D] a have l. 13. C-E] I have l. 21. C-E] -<i>Laz.</i> Whereabouts l. 23. C-E] because of l. 31. A-D] durst a said</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_119">119</a></b>, l. 4. E] unsatisfied, shall l. 11. A and B] upon yee l. 14. -C-E] back, again fall l. 17. E] meet</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_120">120</a></b>, l. 2. C-E] Sphear l. 4. C-E] then l. 13. C-E] -before l. 30. C-E] what good l. 34. A-D] does a l. 36. -A and B] is rich</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_121">121</a></b>, l. 1. A and B] is thine l. 2. A-D] a were C-E] Indenture -l. 3. A-D] a bee a the l. 7. C-E <i>omit</i>] free l. 14. C-E] my -l. 16. A and B <i>omit stage direction</i>. l. 17. A-D] a comes l. 25. -C-E] Fair Sir: I thank ye? l. 35. A and B] feed ye</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_122">122</a></b>, l. 10. A and B] will ye l. 14. E <i>omits</i>] so l. 16. E] -afflictions l. 21. E] <i>Laz.</i> This kiss is yours, l. 28. C-E] hold -l. 37. A-D] a should l. 39. A-D] a cal'd</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_123">123</a></b>, l. 37. C-E] to be one l. 37. C-E <i>omit</i>] same</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_124">124</a></b>, l. 2. C-E <i>omit</i>] have l. 37. C-E] thought</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_126">126</a></b>, l. 26. E] bandstring l. 27. E] send</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_127">127</a></b>, l. 21. A-D] this seven yeares l. 31. C-E] wind l. 39. -A-D] fetch am</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_128">128</a></b>, l. 4. A and B] All readie?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_129">129</a></b>, l. 9. C-E <i>omit</i>] have l. 15. A-E] to bee hang'd, with -silence yet l. 32. E] ahd l. 33. C-E <i>omit</i>] now l. 34. A and B] -so forward</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_130">130</a></b>, l. 4. E] <i>1 Int.</i> l. 6. C-E <i>omit</i>] other l. 27. C and D] -Scena 3 E] <i>Scæna Tertia</i> l. 30. E <i>omits</i>] again</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_131">131</a></b>, l. 2. A and B] wilfull, ignorant, | Of your owne nakednes, did -l. 24. A] dar'st to turne B] dar'st ta turne</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_132">132</a></b>, l. 7. E] goldeu l. 8. A-D] it l. 16. A and B] whome -have ye guarded hether C-E] who l. 22. A and B] a hath l. 25. -E] have l. 28. C-E] shall</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_133">133</a></b>, l. 27. C-E] what l. 34. E] brings</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_134">134</a></b>, l. 2. A] that the l. 23. E] neighbors, l. 38. C-E <i>omit</i>] -most</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_135">135</a></b>, l. 10. C-E] longing l. 11. A-D] there is l. 18. C-E] -my l. 34. A and B] not longer</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_137">137</a></b>, l. 3. E] good. l. 8. C-E] up, l. 13. A-D] you are -l. 32. C-E <i>omit</i>] it l. 34. A-D] deserve it. l. 35. A-E] too</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_138">138</a></b>, l. 15. B] feast at all C-E] feast all l. 16. A] be small -l. 16. B <i>omits</i>] if l. 18. A and B] it betweene l. 20. A and B] -heavens guard the tother C and D] the tother l. 22. E <i>prints</i>] <i>Duke from -above</i> at end of line as stage direction. l. 23. B-E] What I?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_139">139</a></b>, l. 3. A and B] ye can l. 13. A and B] talents l. 18. -A and B] give to you l. 26. C-E] make l. 29. A and B] Gundele -C and D] Gondele l. 34. E] <i>Cond.</i> l. 40. A-D] a part</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_140">140</a></b>, l. 5. A and B] assist ye l. 10. E] foft l. 16. A-D] do, -if a should E] do; if he should l. 18. A-D] if a cou'd get a knife, sure -a wo'd l. 19. A-D] a wo'd doe l. 24. A and B] stomack rawe</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_141">141</a></b>, l. 5. B-E] them on her l. 11. E] thy l. 34. C-E] does -your Lordship?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_142">142</a></b>, l. 14. A-E] Whether l. 22. E] wrongfully, the l. 25. -C-E] meditate l. 26. E] Time will call l. 29. C-E] are most -merciful</p> - - -<h3>NICE VALOUR.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = First folio. <b>B</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>(<b>A</b>) THE | NICE VALOUR, | or, | The Passionate Mad-man.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_143">143</a></b>. A <i>omits all after l. 2</i>.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_144">144</a></b>, l. 3. B] suffrage l. 10. B] 'twos</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_145">145</a></b>, l. 5. B] repuations l. 8. A] I ha' l. 12. B] valour; no -virtue; l. 18. B] ot</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_146">146</a></b>, l. 5. A] 'Has l. 7. A] 'Had l. 18. B] faithlfuly</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_147">147</a></b>, l. 35. B] enemy?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_148">148</a></b>, l. 22. A] I am</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_149">149</a></b>, l. 2. A <i>omits</i>] Lady, <i>at end</i> l. 3. A and B <i>omit</i>] <i>1 Gent. at -beginning</i> l. 22. A] I am</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_150">150</a></b>, l. 2. B] too</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_151">151</a></b>, l. 40. A] the equality</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_153">153</a></b>, l. 15. B] us, than</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_154">154</a></b>, l. 6. B] hie l. 7. B] amoroesly l. 8. B] <i>Shvm</i> l. 18. -B] is</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_157">157</a></b>, l. 5. B] <i>Women</i>, l. 18. B] time, make</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_158">158</a></b>, l. 23. A] an' that l. 29. A] This sute l. 36. A and B] him?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_161">161</a></b>, l. 16. A] wrested l. 22. B] sword.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_162">162</a></b>, l. 5. B] diff'rence, 'twixt l. 11. B] me, brings</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_163">163</a></b>, l. 24. A] beaten e'ne</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_164">164</a></b>, l. 3. B] same l. 32. A] 'Has</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_165">165</a></b>, l. 15. B] thot l. 27. B] <i>I</i>, doubt l. 36. B] may may</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_167">167</a></b>, l. 11. B] Tables l. 32. B] thon</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_169">169</a></b>, l. 15. B] lame l. 28. B] supper;</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_170">170</a></b>, l. 6. B] puddings. l. 11. A] Any your</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_171">171</a></b>, l. 38. B] <i>see 't.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_173">173</a></b>, l. 5. B] <i>Dap.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_174">174</a></b>, l. 22. B] Song? l. 35. B <i>omits</i>] nine</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_175">175</a></b>, l. 12. B] earth. l. 20. B] strength trust l. 21. B <i>omits -this line</i> l. 40. B] I shall</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_176">176</a></b>, l. 6. B] he l. 31. A] 'Death</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_177">177</a></b>, l. 27. B] heir l. 34. A] durst</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_178">178</a></b>, l. 11. B] <i>Duke</i> l. 25. B] Gentleman l. 27. B] agen. -l. 30. A] <i>other</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_179">179</a></b>, l. 9. A] any anger l. 38. B] and I will</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_180">180</a></b>, l. 15. B] you l. 17. A] hox</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_182">182</a></b>, l. 15. A] this five yeare</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_183">183</a></b>, l. 22. B] upon me. l. 31. B] Yov l. 37. B] <i>2 Gen.</i> -l. 39. B] Sir.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_184">184</a></b>, l. 23. B] kick</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_186">186</a></b>, l. 17. B] in l. 20. B] thick. l. 34. B] god</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_187">187</a></b>, l. 18. B] <i>Ha, ha, ha, ha.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_188">188</a></b>, l. 2. A] <i>Now I</i> l. 9. B] Pas. l. 15. B] <i>other, like fools -dancing,</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_191">191</a></b>, l. 16. B] pleasingly.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_192">192</a></b>, l. 3. B] <i>Almanacks.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_193">193</a></b>, l. 36. B] <i>1 Duke.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_196">196</a></b>, l. 8. B] However l. 9. B] confess, it,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_198">198</a></b>, l. 6. A] <i>he is</i> l. 6. B] <i>writ.</i></p> - - -<h3>BEAUMONT'S LETTER.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = First folio. <b>B</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_199">199</a></b>, l. 1. A] M. <i>Francis</i> l. 2. A] Master <i>Fletcher</i> l. 8. A] -<i>see, however absent is,</i> l. 9. B] <i>Hay-makers</i> l. 11. B] <i>Ile and</i> -l. 23. B] Rob. l. 26. A] <i>Providence, keeps</i> l. 27. B] <i>knights</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_200">200</a></b>, l. 2. B <i>omits</i>] happy [<i>Should have been printed in italics</i>]</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_201">201</a></b>, l. 7. B] <i>Ketches</i></p> - - -<h3>THE HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = First folio. <b>B</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_202">202</a></b>. A <i>omits all after l. 2</i>.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_203">203</a></b>, l. 2. A] Orleans l. 9. B] brotherhood, had</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_204">204</a></b>, l. 24. B] rhe l. 32. B] Where-ever l. 37. B] <i>Longuezille</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_205">205</a></b>, l. 6. B] hehaviour</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_206">206</a></b>, l. 17. B] <i>Mrnt.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_207">207</a></b>, l. 3. B] if he l. 7. B] You're l. 16. B <i>repeats</i>] A member -as to lose the use—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_208">208</a></b>, l. 13. B] outside, would l. 24. A] with labour sir,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_209">209</a></b>, l. 26. A] of this l. 27. B] merciful l. 29. B] people, that</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_210">210</a></b>, l. 7. B] <i>Lang.</i> l. 23. A] thought, had</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_211">211</a></b>, l. 33. A] our eyes.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_212">212</a></b>, l. 13. B] say; l. 22. B] matter:</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_213">213</a></b>, l. 3. A] Defence is never l. 5. B] the Girdler, or the l. 26. -B] Beholding, terrify l. 33. B] it, shall</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_214">214</a></b>, l. 5. B] you silences l. 13. B] report, you l. 16. B] to -l. 25. B] charitable l. 34. B] cloths</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_215">215</a></b>, l. 2. B] I'll l. 24. B] Heaven</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_216">216</a></b>, l. 1. A] knowest l. 2. B] I'm</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_217">217</a></b>, l. 8. B] <i>Montague</i>, had l. 23. A <i>omits the stage direction</i>. -l. 24. A] <i>Enter Amiens</i> l. 38. B] word</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_218">218</a></b>, l. 16. B] Heaven. l. 33. B] parsuade</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_219">219</a></b>, l. 1. A] Then that thou hast l. 2. A] enemie l. 33. -A] Or kisses</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_220">220</a></b>, l. 3. B] one l. 4. B] parsuade A] the force. l. 19. -B] you? l. 34. B] <i>Leng.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_221">221</a></b>, l. 21. B] do; l. 31. B] it we</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_222">222</a></b>, l. 4. A] Greater l. 16. A] A bullet; if you be Captain, my -l. 21. B] <i>Lau.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_223">223</a></b>, l. 33. A and B] Citizen.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_225">225</a></b>, l. 8. A] it seise l. 21. A] certainest</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_226">226</a></b>, l. 9. A and B] <i>Whithin</i> l. 18. A] for if, thou hadst have -l. 26. B] Orleans, is</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_227">227</a></b>, l. 21. B] I'll l. 34. A and B] <i>Duboyes?</i> l. 35. B] -hand, hast</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_228">228</a></b>, l. 7. B] <i>Ori.</i> l. 13. A] women they rayle, out right. B] -women; they rayl out right. l. 16. A] pritty | Jelly. l. 17. A] gallant -l. 21. B] too to,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_229">229</a></b>, l. 4. B <i>omits</i>] God l. 11. A] he's a</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_230">230</a></b>, l. 15. A] a merry l. 18. B] reason</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_231">231</a></b>, l. 6. B] dost not</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_233">233</a></b>, l. 22. A] free out the</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_234">234</a></b>, l. 4. B] tel I</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_235">235</a></b>, l. 9. A and B] ous</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_237">237</a></b>, l. 12. A] received for ll. 15-16. A] tale-man</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_238">238</a></b>, l. 2. B] Heaven</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_239">239</a></b>, l. 3. A] seem to me unapt l. 13. B] dream;</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_240">240</a></b>, l. 32. B] wIll l. 36. A] Trouble most willingly;</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_241">241</a></b>, l. 5. A] showed upon l. 6. B] preformance l. 9. A] make -of one which my state l. 13. A] tell me, prevent your further l. 16. -B] <i>Orleane</i> l. 37. A] hath brought</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_242">242</a></b>, l. 3. A] about all safe l. 5. A] deserve a B] deserves, a -l. 16. A] makes l. 25. A] Crohieture l. 28. B] foot-cloaths, durst -l. 37. A] ha'.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_243">243</a></b>, l. 13. B] if I may l. 23. A <i>omits stage direction</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_245">245</a></b>, l. 10. A] <i>Charlo, Veramour, salute.</i> B] <i>aud</i> Voramour, l. 23. -B] derseved l. 28. B] pleased; l. 35. B] mine?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_246">246</a></b>, l. 3. B] Which is as it l. 28. B] tongue l. 30. B] -cozenages l. 32. A] tell you l. 39. B] like I y,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_247">247</a></b>, l. 36. A] had done</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_248">248</a></b>, l. 29. B] gentler</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_249">249</a></b>, l. 10. B] boy but is wanting l. 34. B] lie</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_250">250</a></b>, l. 16. B] quenceh</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_251">251</a></b>, l. 4. A] <i>Enter Veramour with Counters</i> l. 7. B] merry) or -l. 16. B] tencher l. 18. B] Heaven l. 19. B] Heaven</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_252">252</a></b>, l. 6. B] disconrse l. 7. A] of Wormes make l. 27. B] -l. 40. B] up all all the</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_253">253</a></b>, l. 3. B] Gentlewoman? l. 30. B] <i>Chal.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_254">254</a></b>, l. 8. B] jealons l. 13. B] go. Sir; l. 14. B] Heaven -l. 17. B] will</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_255">255</a></b>, l. 9. A] white cheeke</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_257">257</a></b>, l. 25. A] Sea-service l. 31. A] o'us l. 34. B] troulesomest</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_258">258</a></b>, l. 17. B] will he l. 26. A] a raile but my Swords bredth, -upon a battlement, B] battlement.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_259">259</a></b>, l. 12. B] ths l. 31. B] treason l. 36. A] <i>their Swords</i>. -l. 39. B] So,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_260">260</a></b>, l. 9.?] <i>see to</i> l. 11. B] Out-loathed l. 26. B <i>omits</i>] <i>Lam.</i> -l. 34. B] dye l. 36. A] their</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_261">261</a></b>, l. 2. B] Out-howling l. 4. A] countenance l. 7. B] thon -l. 15. A] of devils</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_262">262</a></b>, l. 25. B] Heaven</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_263">263</a></b>, l. 3. B] feel? l. 15. A] I am l. 17. B] <i>Lan.</i> l. 26. -B] Ha' my</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_264">264</a></b>, l. 19. B] no, worse l. 23. A] and a black</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_266">266</a></b>, l. 1. B] Heaven l. 29. B] offended.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_268">268</a></b>, l. 1. B] dog-whip? l. 38. B] Heaven</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_270">270</a></b>, l. 36. A] Stur your</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_271">271</a></b>, l. 6. B] <i>Lam.</i> l. 28. A and B] too B] rgainst</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_272">272</a></b>, l. 16. B] lik l. 21. B] company,</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_273">273</a></b>, l. 1. B] married and l. 7. A] credit which is worse cannot -l. 17. B] understand, love l. 19. B] the l. 25. B] Heaven l. 32. -A] Nay</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_274">274</a></b>, l. 31. B] Hell l. 31. A] <i>Dunkirks</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_275">275</a></b>, l. 7. B] <i>Lov.</i> l. 7. B] Heaven l. 8. B] <i>Montagne</i> -l. 24. B] new</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_276">276</a></b>, l. 18. B <i>omits</i>] God l. 39. B] Sea-works</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_277">277</a></b>, l. 1. A] me on l. 2. A] Right Courtier</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_279">279</a></b>, l. 19. A] <i>Command</i> B] <i>Command's</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_280">280</a></b>, l. 13. B] <i>For</i> l. 28. B] <i>knows</i> l. 31. B] <i>hear</i></p> - - -<h3>THE MASQUE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF GRAYS-INNE -AND THE INNER-TEMPLE.</h3> - -<p>The quarto is as follows:</p> - -<p>THE | MASQUE | OF THE INNER | TEMPLE AND GRAYES | -INNE: | GRAYES INNE AND THE IN-|NER TEMPLE, PRESENTED -BEFORE | his Majestie, the Queenes Majestie, the Prince, Count | <i>Palatine -and the Lady Elizabeth their Highnesses, in</i> | the Banquetting house at White-hall -on Sa-|turday the twentieth day of Fe-|bruarie, 1612. | <i>AT LONDON,</i> | -Imprinted by <i>F.K.</i> for <i>George Norton</i>, and are to be | at his shoppe neere -Temple-bar.</p> - -<p>THE MASKE OF | THE INNER TEMPLE AND | GRAYES INNE, -GRAYES INNE | and the Inner Temple, presented before his | <i>Majestie, the -Queenes, &c.</i></p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">This</span> Maske was appointed to have beene presented the Shrove-tuesday -before, at which time the Maskers with their attendants and divers others -gallant young Gentlemen of both houses, as their convoy, set forth from -Winchester house which was the <i>Rende vous</i> towards the Court, about seven -of the clocke at night.</p> - -<p>This voyage by water was performed in great Triumph. The gentlemen -Maskers being placed by themselves in the Kings royall barge with the rich -furniture of state, and adorned with a great number of lights placed in such -order as might make best shew.</p> - -<p>They were attended with a multitude of barges and gallies, with all variety -of lowde Musicke, and severall peales of Ordnance. And led by two -Admiralls.</p> - -<p>Of this shew his Majesty was gratiously pleased to take view, with the -Prince, the Count <i>Palatine</i>, and the Lady <i>Elizabeth:</i> their highnesses at the -windowes of his privy gallerie upon the water, till their landing, which was at -the privy staires: where they were most honorablie received by the Lord -Chamberlaine, and so conducted to the Vestry.</p> - -<p>The Hall was by that time filled with company of very good fashion, but -yet so as a very great number of principall Ladies, and other noble persons -were not yet come in, wherby it was foreseen that the roome would be so -scanted as might have been inconvenient. And there upon his Majesty was -most gratiously pleased with the consent of the gentlemen Maskers, to put off -the night until Saturday following with this special favour and priviledge, -that there should bee no let, as to the outward ceremony of magnificence -untill that time.</p> - -<p>At the day that it was presented, there was a choice roome reserved for the -gentlemen, of both their houses, who comming in troope about seven of the -clocke, received that speciall honor and noble favour, as to be brought to -their places, by the Right Honourable the Earle of Northampton, Lord Privie -Seale.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span></p> - -<p>TO THE WORTHIE | SIR <span class="smcap">Francis Bacon</span>, HIS MA-|JESTIES -SOLLICITOR GENE-|rall, and the grave and learned Bench of | the -anciently allied houses of Grayes | Inne, and the Inner Temple, the Inner | -<i>Temple, and Grayes Inne.</i></p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><i><span class="smcap">Yee</span> that spared no time nor travell, in the setting forth, ordering, & -furnishing of this Masque, being the first fruits of honor in this kinde, -which these two societies have offered to his Majestie: Will not thinke much now -to looke backe upon the effects of your owne care and worke: for that whereof the -successe was then doubtfull, is now happily performed and gratiously accepted.</i> -<i>And that which you were then to thinke of in straites of time, you may now -peruse at leysure. And you Sir</i> Francis Bacon <i>especially, as you did then by -your countenance, and loving affection advance it, so let your good word grace it, -and defend it, which is able to adde value to the greatest, and least matters.</i></p> - -<p class="center">THE DEVISE OR | ARGUMENT OF THE | MASQUE. -</p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap"><i>Jupiter</i></span> and <i>Juno</i> willing to doe honour to the Mariage of the two famous -Rivers <i>Thamesis</i> and <i>Rhene</i>, imploy their Messengers severally, <i>Mercurie</i> -and <i>Iris</i> for that purpose. They meete and contend: then <i>Mercurie</i> for his -part brings forth an Anti-masque all of Spirits or divine Natures: but yet not of -one kinde or liverie (because that had been so much in use heretofore) but as -it were in consort like to broken Musicke. And preserving the proprietie of -the devise; for that Rivers in nature are maintained either by Springs from -beneath, or Shewers from above: He raiseth foure of the <i>Naiades</i> out of the -Fountaines, and bringeth downe five of the <i>Hyades</i> out of the Cloudes to -daunce; hereupon <i>Iris</i> scoffes at <i>Mercurie</i> for that hee had devised a daunce -but of one Sexe, which could have no life: but <i>Mercurie</i> who was provided -for that exception, and in token that the Match should be blessed both with -Love and Riches calleth forth out of the Groves foure <i>Cupids</i>, and brings -downe from <i>Jupiters</i> Altar foure <i>Statuaes</i> of gold and silver to daunce with the -Nymphes and Starres: in which daunce the <i>Cupids</i> being blinde, and the -<i>Statuaes</i> having but halfe life put into them, and retaining still somewhat -of their old nature, giveth fit occasion to new and strange varieties both in -the Musick and paces. This was the first Anti-masque.</p> - -<p>Then <i>Iris</i> for her part in scorne of this high flying devise, and in token -that the Match shall likewise be blessed with the love of the Common People, -calles to <i>Flora</i> her confederate (for that the Moneths of flowers are likewise -the Moneths of sweete shewers, and Raine-bowes) to bring in a May-daunce -or Rurall daunce, consisting likewise not of any suted persons, but of a -confusion, or commixture of all such persons as are naturall and proper for -Countrey sports. This is the second Anti-masque.</p> - -<p>Then <i>Mercurie</i> and <i>Iris</i> after this vying one upon the other, seeme to leave -their contention: and <i>Mercurie</i> by the consent of <i>Iris</i> brings downe the -<i>Olympian</i> Knights, intimating that <i>Jupiter</i> having after a long discontinuance -revived the <i>Olympian</i> games, and summoned thereunto from all parts the -liveliest, & activest persons that were, had enjoyned them before they fell to -their games to doe honour to these Nuptials. The <i>Olympian</i> games portend -to the Match, Celebritie, Victorie, and Felicitie. This was the maine Masque.</p> - -<p>The Fabricke was a Mountaine with two descents, and severed with two -Travesses.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center"><i>At the entrance of the King.</i> -</p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">The</span> first Travers was drawne, and the lower descent of the Mountaine -discovered; which was the Pendant of a hill to life, with divers boscages -and Grovets upon the steepe or hanging grounds thereof, and at the foote of -the Hill, foure delicate Fountaines running with water and bordered with -sedges and water flowers.</p> - -<p><i>Iris</i> first appeared, and presently after <i>Mercurie</i> striving to overtake her.</p> - -<p><i>Iris</i> apparelled in a robe of discoulored Taffita figured in variable colours, -like the Raine-bowe, a cloudie wreath on her head, and Tresses.</p> - -<p><i>Mercurie</i> in doublet and hose of white Taffita, a white hat, wings on his -shoulders and feet, his Caduceus in his hand, speaking to <i>Iris</i> as followeth.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">tay</span>, Stay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stay light foot <i>Iris</i>, for thou strivest in vaine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wings are nimbler then thy feete.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i21"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissembling <i>Mercury</i>; my messages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aske honest haste, not like those wanton ones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your thundring father sends.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stay foolish Maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or I will take my rise upon a hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I perceive thee seated in a cloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the painted glorie that thou hast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never cease to clap my willing wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I catch hold of thy discolour'd Bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shiver it beyond the angry power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of your curst Mistresse, to make up againe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i24"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hermes</i> forbeare, <i>Juno</i> will chide and strike;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is great <i>Jove</i> jealous that I am imploy'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her love errands? she did never yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claspe weake mortalitie in her white armes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he hath often done: I onely come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To celebrate the long wisht Nuptials,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heere in <i>Olympia</i>, which are now perform'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betwixt two goodly Rivers, which have mixt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their gentle rising waves, and are to grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into a thousand streames, great as themselves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I need not name them, for the sound is lowde<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heaven and earth, and I am sent from her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Queene of Mariage, that was present heere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smil'd to see them joyne, and hath not chid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since it was done: good <i>Hermes</i> let me go.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay you must stay, <i>Joves</i> message is the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose eies are lightning, and whose voice is thunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose breath is any winde, he will, who knowes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to be first on earth as well as heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what hath he to doe with Nuptiall rights?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let him keepe state upon his starry throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fright poore mortals with his thunderbolts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving to us the mutuall darts of eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas, when ever offer'd he t'abridge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your Ladies power, but onely now in these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose match concernes his generall government?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath not each god a part in these high joyes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shall not he the King of gods presume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without proud <i>Junoes</i> licence? let her know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That when enamor'd <i>Jove</i> first gave her power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To linke soft hearts in Undissolved bonds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He then foresaw, and to himselfe reserv'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The honor of this Mariage: thou shalt stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still as a Rocke, while I to blesse this feast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will summon up with my all charming rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Nymphes of fountains, from whose watry locks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hung with the dew of blessing and encrease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The greedie Rivers take their nourishment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You Nymphes, who bathing in your loved springs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beheld these Rivers in their infancie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joy'd to see them, when their circled heads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Refresht' the aire, and spread the ground with flowers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise from your Wells, and with your nimble feete<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Performe that office to this happie paire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in these plaines, you to <i>Alpheus</i> did;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When passing hence through many seas unmixt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gained the favour of his <i>Arethuse</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>Immediatlie upon which speech foure <i>Naiades</i> arise gentlie -out of their severall Fountaines, and present themselves -upon the Stage, attired in long habits of sea-greene -Taffita, with bubbles of Christall intermixt with powdering -of silver resembling drops of water; blewish Tresses -on their heads, garlands of Water-Lillies. They fall -into a Measure, daunce a little, then make a stand.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">I</span><span class="smcap">s</span> <i>Hermes</i> growne a lover, by what power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknowne to us, calls he the <i>Naiades?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Presumptuous <i>Iris</i>, I could make thee daunce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till thou forgott'st thy Ladies messages,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span> -<span class="i0">And rann'st backe crying to her, thou shall know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My power is more, onely my breath, and this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall move fix'd starres, and force the firmament<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To yeeld the <i>Hyades</i>, who governe showers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dewie clouds, in whose dispersed drops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou form'st the shape of thy deceitfull Bow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You maids, who yearely at appointed times,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Advance with kindly teares, the gentle flouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Descend, and powre your blessing on these streames,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which rolling downe from heaven aspiring hils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now united in the fruitfull vales;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beare all before them ravisht with their joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swell in glorie till they know no bounds.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>Five <i>Hyades</i> descend softly in a cloud from the firmament, -to the middle part of the hill, apparelled in skie -coloured Taffita robes, spangled like the Heavens, -golden Tresses, and each a faire Starre on their head, -from thence descend to the Stage, at whose sight the -<i>Naiades</i> seeming to rejoyce, meete and joyne in a -dance.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">G</span><span class="smcap">reat</span> witte and power hath <i>Hermes</i> to contrive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A livelesse dance, which of one sexe consists.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas poore <i>Iris</i>, <i>Venus</i> hath in store<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A secret Ambush of her winged boyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who lurking long within these pleasant groves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First strucke these Lovers with their equall darts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those <i>Cupids</i> shall come forth, and joyne with these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To honor that which they themselves begun.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>Enter foure <i>Cupids</i> from each side of the Boscage, attired in -flame coloured Taffita close to their bodie like naked -Boyes, with Bowes, Arrowes, and wings of gold: -Chaplets of flowers on their heads, hoodwinckt with -Tiffiny scarfs, who joyne with the Nymphes, and the -<i>Hyades</i> in another daunce. That ended, <i>Iris</i> speakes.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i20"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">B</span><span class="smcap">ehold</span> the Statuaes which wise <i>Vulcan</i> plac'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the Altar of Olympian <i>Jove</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall daunce for joy of these great Nuptialls:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave to them an Artificiall life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how they move, drawne by this heavenly joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the wilde trees, which follow'd <i>Orpheus</i> Harpe.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>The <i>Statuaes</i> enter, supposed to be before descended from -<i>Joves</i> Altar, and to have been prepared in the covert -with the <i>Cupids</i>, attending their call.</p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span></p> - -<p>These <i>Statuaes</i> were attired in cases of gold and silver close to their bodie, -faces, hands and feete, nothing seene but gold and silver, as if they had been -solid Images of mettall, Tresses of haire as they had been of mettall imbossed, -girdles and small aprons of oaken leaves, as if they likewise had been carved -or molded out of the mettall: at their comming, the Musicke changed from -Violins to Hoboyes, Cornets, &c. And the ayre of the Musicke was utterly -turned into a soft time, with drawing notes, excellently expressing their -natures, and the Measure likewise was fitted unto the same, and the <i>Statuaes</i> -placed in such severall postures, sometimes all together in the Center of the -daunce, and sometimes in the foure utmost Angles, as was very gracefull -besides the noveltie: and so concluded the first Anti-masque.</p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="fauxcap">A</span><span class="smcap">nd</span> what will <i>Junoes Iris</i> do for her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just match this shew; or my Invention failes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had it beene worthier, I would have invok'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blazing Comets, Clouds and falling Starres,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my kindred Meteors of the Ayre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have excell'd it, but I now must strive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To imitate Confusion, therefore thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delightfull <i>Flora</i>, if thou ever felt'st<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Encrease of sweetnesse in those blooming plants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On which the homes of my faire bow decline;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send hither all the Rurall company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which decke the May-games with their Countrey sports;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Juno</i> will have it so.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"><p>The second Anti-masque rush in, daunce their Measure, and -as rudely depart, consisting of a Pedant.</p></div> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Pedant"> - <tr> - <td>May Lord,</td> - <td>May Lady.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Servingman,</td> - <td>Chambermaide.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Countrey Clowne, or Shepheard,</td> - <td>Countrey Wench.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>An Host,</td> - <td>Hostesse.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Hee Baboone,</td> - <td>Shee Baboone.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Hee Foole,</td> - <td>Shee Foole ushering them in.</td> - </tr> -</table></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>All these persons apparelled to the life, the Men issuing out -of one side of the Boscage, and the Woemen from the -other: the Musicke was extremely well fitted, having -such a spirit of Countrey jolitie, as can hardly be -imagined, but the perpetuall laughter and applause was -above the Musicke.</p></div> - -<p>The dance likewise was of the same strain, and the Dancers, or rather -Actors expressed every one their part so naturally, and aptly, as when a Mans -eye was caught with the one, and then past on to the other, hee could not -satisfie himselfe which did best. It pleased his Majestie to call for it againe -at the end, as he did likewise for the first Anti-masque, but one of the <i>Statuaes</i> -by that time was undressed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18"><span class="smcap">Mercurie.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">I</span><span class="smcap">ris</span></i> we strive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like windes at libertie, who should do worst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere we returne. If <i>Juno</i> be the Queene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Mariage, let her give happie way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To what is done, in honor of the State<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She governes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i22"><span class="smcap">Iris.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Hermes,</i> so it may be done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meerely in honor of the State, and these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That now have prov'd it, not to satisfie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lust of <i>Jupiter</i>, in having thankes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More then his <i>Juno</i>, if thy snakie rod<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have power to search the heavens, or sound the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or call together all the ends of earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring in any thing that may do grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us, and these; do it, we shall be pleas'd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i18"><span class="smcap">Mercury.</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then know that from the mouth of <i>Jove</i> himselfe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose words have wings, and need not to be borne;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tooke a message, and I bare it through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thousand yeelding clouds, and never stai'd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till his high will was done: the Olympian games<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which long have slept, at these wish'd Nuptials,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He pleas'd to have renew'd, and all his Knights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are gathered hither, who within their tents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rest on this hill, upon whose rising head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold <i>Joves</i> Altar, and his blessed Priests<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moving about it: come you holy men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with your voices draw these youthes along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That till <i>Joves</i> musicke call them to their games,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their active sports may give a blest content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those, for whom they are againe begun.<br /></span> -</div></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p class="center"><i>The Maine Masque.</i> -</p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">The</span> second Travers is drawne, and the higher ascent of the Mountaine is -discovered, wherein upon a levell after a great rise of the Hill, were -placed two Pavilions: open in the front of them, the Pavilions were to sight -as of cloth of gold, and they were trimmed on the inside with rich Armour -and Militarie furniture hanged up as upon the walles, and behind the Tents -there were represented in prospective, the tops of divers other Tents, as if it -had been a Campe. In these Pavilions were placed fifteene <i>Olympian</i> Knights, -upon seates a little imbowed neere the forme of a Croisant, and the Knights -appeared first, as consecrated persons all in vailes, like to Coapes, of silver -Tiffinie, gathered, and falling a large compasse about them, and over their -heads high Miters with long pendants behind falling from them, the Miters -were so high, that they received their hats and feathers, that nothing was seene -but vaile: in the midst betweene both the Tents upon the very top of the hill,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span> -being a higher levell then that of the Tents, was placed <i>Jupiters</i> Altar gilt, -with three great Tapers upon golden Candlesticks burning upon it: and the -foure <i>Statuaes</i>, two of gold, and two of silver, as supporters, and <i>Jupiters</i> -Priests in white robes about it.</p> - -<p>Upon the sight of the King, the vailes of the Knights did fall easilie from -them, and they appeared in their owne habit.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>The Knights attire.</i> -</p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">Arming</span> doublets of Carnation satten embrodered with Blazing Starres of -silver plate, with powderings of smaller Starres betwixt, gorgets of silver -maile, long hose of the same, with the doublets laide with silver lace spangled, -and enricht with embroderie betweene the lace: Carnation silke stockins -imbrodered all over, garters and roses sutable: Pumpes of Carnaiton satten -imbrodered as the doublets, hats of the same stuffe and embroderie cut like a -helmet before, the hinder part cut into Scallops, answering the skirts of their -doublets: the bands of the hats were wreathes of silver in forme of garlands -of wilde Olives, white feathers with one fall of Carnation, Belts of the same -stuffe and embrodered with the doublet: Silver swords, little Italian bands -and cuffes embrodered with silver, faire long Tresses of haire.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>The Priests habits.</i> -</p> - -<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">Long</span> roabes of white Taffita, long white heads of haire. The high Priest a -cap of white silke shagge close to his head, with two labels at the eares, -the midst rising in forme of a Pyramis, in the top thereof a branch of silver, -every Priest playing upon a Lute: twelve in number.</p> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>The Priests descend and sing this song following, after -whom the Knights likewise descend: first laying aside -their vailes, belts, and swords.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i14">The first Song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">S</span><span class="smcap">hake</span> off your heavy traunce,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>And leape into a daunce,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Such as no mortals use to treade,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Fit only for</i> Apollo<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To play to, for the Moone to lead,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>And all the Starres to follow.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>The Knights by this time are all descended and fallen into -their place, and then daunce their first Measure.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i14">The second Song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">O</span><span class="smcap">n</span> blessed youthes, for</i> Jove <i>doth pause</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Laying aside his graver lawes</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>For this device,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And at the wedding such a paire,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Each daunce is taken for a praier,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>Each song a sacrifice.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">The Knights daunce their second Measure. -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i12">The third Song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i16">Single.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">M</span><span class="smcap">ore</span> pleasing were these sweet delights,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Runne ev'ry one of you and catch</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A Nymph in honor of this match;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And whisper boldly in her eare,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Jove will but laugh, if you forsweare.</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i24">All.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><i>And this dayes sinnes he doth resolve</i><br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>That we his Priests should all absolve.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>The Knights take their Ladies to daunce with them Galliards, -Durets, Corantoes, &c. and leade them to their places. -Then loude Musicke sound's, supposed to call them to -their <i>Olympian</i> games.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i14">The fourth Song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">Y</span><span class="smcap">e</span> should stay longer if we durst,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Away, alas that he that first</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Gave Time wilde wings to fly away,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Hath now no power to make him stay.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>But though these games must needs be plaid,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I would this Paire, when they are laid,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>And not a creature nie them,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Could catch his scythe, as he doth passe,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And cut his wings, and breake his glasse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>And keepe him ever by them.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<div class="hangindent2"> - -<p>The Knights daunce their parting Measure and ascend, put -on their Swords and Belts, during which time the -Priests sing the fifth and last Song.</p></div> - -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i><span class="fauxcap">P</span><span class="smcap">eace</span> and silence be the guide</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>To the Man, and to the Bride,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If there be a joy yet new</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>In mariage, let it fall on you,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>That all the world may wonder.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>If we should stay, we should doe worse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>And turne our blessing to a curse,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i6"><i>By keeping you asunder.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> - -<p class="center">FINIS. -</p> - -<p class="center"><b>Q</b> = Quarto. <b>A</b> = First folio. <b>B</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_281">281</a></b>, l. 6. A] at White-hall l. 12. B] loot l. 21. B] glory, -l. 22. A and B] wing l. 23. A and B] on l. 25. A and B] mad</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_282">282</a></b>, l. 7. A and B] that l. 8. A and B] winding l. 17. -A and B] airy l. 18. A and B] in l. 20. A and B] sit pleas'd -l. 23. B] offer'd, l. 24. A and B] now, l. 25. A and B] the l. 29. -B] firk l. 30. A and B] undissolving bands l. 38. A and B] Yea</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_283">283</a></b>, l. 10. A and B] Maids l. 19. A and B] Yea l. 31. -A and B] lively l. 39. B] <i>the</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_284">284</a></b>, l. 4. A and B <i>omit this line</i>. l. 11. A and B] mine inventions -fail l. 14. B] kindred, Meteors l. 20. A and B] that l. 21. -A and B] clownish l. 23. A and B] <i>rusheth in, they dance</i> l. 32. -A and B] those l. 38. A and B] thee</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_285">285</a></b>, l. 2. A and B] bore l. 5. A and B] had l. 9. B] <i>Priests</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_286">286</a></b>, l. 9. B] that, l. 12. A and B] <i>You</i> l. 15. A and B] <i>H'as</i> -l. 16. A and B] <i>And</i> l. 17. A and B] <i>these</i> l. 19. A and B] <i>Might</i> -l. 21. A and B] <i>clip</i> l. 25. B] <i>yet</i></p> - - -<h3>FOUR PLAYS IN ONE.</h3> - -<p class="center"><b>A</b> = First folio. <b>B</b> = Second folio. -</p> - -<p>(<b>A</b>) FOUR PLAYS, | <span class="smcap">or</span> | Morall Representations, | <span class="smcap">in One</span>.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_287">287</a></b>. A <i>omits from l</i>. 2 <i>on p.</i> 287 <i>and the whole of p</i>. 288.</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_290">290</a></b>, l. 8. B] you, is l. 20. B] Not l. 39. B] lienaments</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_291">291</a></b>, l. 17. A] <i>are Hinshers bare before</i> l. 18. A] <i>Hinsher</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_293">293</a></b>, l. 13. B] to a void l. 19. B] did conquer</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_294">294</a></b>, l. 18. B] prayers. l. 29. B] the</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_295">295</a></b>, l. 30.?] coarser</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_296">296</a></b>, l. 31. B] Conqust</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_297">297</a></b>, l. 28. B] transform'd l. 29. B] gentle</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_298">298</a></b>, l. 7. B] to ward thee l. 30. B] by</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_299">299</a></b>, l. 31. B] <i>Nichodemus I</i>, ll. 38-39. A] prosecute</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_300">300</a></b>, l. 10. A and B] <i>Corin</i>. l. 16. B] cod-shead</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_301">301</a></b>, l. 16. B] Tragedion l. 29. B] yoor</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_302">302</a></b>, l. 8. B] you l. 19. B] house use l. 36. B] <i>Martius</i>, had</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_305">305</a></b>, l. 6. B] than l. 12. B] I'm l. 19. B] I'm</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_306">306</a></b>, l. 21. B] Maray</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_307">307</a></b>, l. 19. A] I am l. 33. B] <i>connot</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_308">308</a></b>, l. 31. B] tears?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_309">309</a></b>, l. 2. B] know, that l. 32. B] <i>Ladyes</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_310">310</a></b>, l. 5. B] <i>Martius</i>, be</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_311">311</a></b>, l. 19. B] <i>Exeuni</i> l. 23. B] <i>triumph with</i> l. 32. B] -<i>Ladyes</i> l. 35. B] <i>Scepteron the</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_312">312</a></b>, l. 16. B] <i>shs</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_313">313</a></b>, l. 2. B] <i>affeions</i> l. 6. A] <i>Violane</i> l. 7. B] <i>Gerrerd</i> -l. 29. A] <i>Violane</i> l. 30. B] yout</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_314">314</a></b>, l. 11. A] <i>Violane's</i> l. 16. B] away your l. 21. B] mus</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_315">315</a></b>, l. 4. B <i>omits the speech in square brackets, and gives the one -following it to Ferd.</i> l. 34. B] affaris</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_316">316</a></b>, l. 19. B] bebt l. 22. B] to l. 31. B] estate l. 35. -B] than</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_317">317</a></b>, l. 8. B] prepartion l. 29. B] loook</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_318">318</a></b>, l. 38. B] pray</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_320">320</a></b>, l. 3. B] an-old</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_321">321</a></b>, l. 2. B] weeping</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_322">322</a></b>, l. 14. B] Iive l. 34. A] lie above</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_323">323</a></b>, l. 17. B] keys, I'll B] Contract, 1 l. 18. B] <i>Violanta</i> -l. 37. B] <i>Stet.</i> l. 38. B] <i>Angel</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_324">324</a></b>, l. 6. B] <i>Angel</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_325">325</a></b>, l. 4. B] griefe l. 19. B] too</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_326">326</a></b>, l. 5. B] cursse</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_327">327</a></b>, l. 1. B] wash l. 14. B] Gerrard</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_328">328</a></b>, l. 11. B] <i>offended.</i> l. 14. B] <i>Suff ewith</i> l. 20. B] <i>whole</i> -l. 32. B] Uncle o all l. 33. B] piry l. 40. B] <i>Violanto,</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_329">329</a></b>, l. 17. B] M dearest</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_330">330</a></b>, l. 5. B] <i>Cer.</i> l. 10. A] Why? shouldst thou dye, l. 22. -A] States read</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_331">331</a></b>, l. 14. A] yond'</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_333">333</a></b>, l. 22. B] Madam</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_334">334</a></b>, l. 23. B] 't</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_335">335</a></b>, l. 14. B] blastad l. 30. B] slave! I. and that l. 32. B] me -l. 35. B] be ye</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_336">336</a></b>, l. 31. B] business. l. 37. A] my ever service here I dedicate</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_337">337</a></b>, l. 6. B] —— Oh l. 17. B] <i>Perolot.</i> l. 23. B] tried -l. 31. B] roof, is l. 39. B] 1 <i>Court</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_339">339</a></b>, l. 10. B] Oh,! am l. 26. A <i>omits stage direction.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_341">341</a></b>, l. 30. B] Bur l. 31. B] ereature l. 36. B] and</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_342">342</a></b>, l. 7. B] Iight</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_343">343</a></b>, l. 2. A] ye onely</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_344">344</a></b>, l. 2. B] offices l. 26. B] way:, l. 31. B] Perelot</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_345">345</a></b>, l. 1. B] Iips l. 3. B] not l. 7. B] <i>Perelot</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_347">347</a></b>, l. 3. B] <i>Lavall.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_348">348</a></b>, l. 39. B <i>omits the line in square brackets.</i> l. 17. B] constancie -l. 18. B] goodness?</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_350">350</a></b>, l. 21. B] brim'd l. 38. B] <i>falls.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_351">351</a></b>, l. 8. B] <i>Perolet</i> l. 19. B] a fire l. 22. B] mnst</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_353">353</a></b>, l. 6. B] vengeaance l. 26. B] em</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_355">355</a></b>, l. 24. B] <i>incrib'd</i> l. 25. B <i>omits</i>] <i>a</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_356">356</a></b>, l. 14. B] l l. 24. B] clappiug l. 33. B] en</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_357">357</a></b>, l. 19. B] courtisie</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_358">358</a></b>, l. 18. B] my</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_359">359</a></b>, l. 1. B] A way l. 8. B] and <i>Pleasure</i> l. 14. B] statuas -A] sweat l. 39. B] my</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_361">361</a></b>, l. 19. B] with l. 21. B] Iove</p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_362">362</a></b>, l. 26. B] Neve l. 31. B] <i>&t.</i></p> - -<p>p. <b><a href="#Page_363">363</a></b>, l. 2. B] Lucre, Craft, l. 21. B] want. Strike <i>Mercury</i>. -l. 24. A] Be done l. 27. 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