my desire If they but see my name and look no higher But with my Sadness thou may'st well dispence A tribute due to her Departure hence For from my soul I honoured her and grieve That I 've but such small means to win beliefe Others may aim with a victorious Rhime To vindicate her from the rage of time Our ablest Poets whose each Distick may Both Brass and Marble Statues wear away Last till the noble Soul again shall come And take possession of her ancient Roome Converting all their Funeral Elegies By that Reunion t' Epithalamies And so by solemnizing her just worth Acquire themselves an endless Name on earth I no Ambition have but to make known Her merits were my Admiration Her Conversation harmless was and free For neither Pride nor ill Discourse had she Her sweet Conditions all the vertues were Not studied but habitual in her And ere the fatal Feaver had begun T'disturb her calm Soul's Habitation The beauteous body was a Palace fit Above all other t' entertain in it So Sublime and so many vertues such As made old Saints and martyrs prais'd so much But she is gone and we are left behinde To mourn the want of worth in Woman-kinde For femal vertues as our fears surmize Are all with her return'd to Paradise And there best Cousin may your welcome bâ— A Crown of Glory and Immortalitie 5. A funeral Elegie on my Dear Cousin Mistress Elizabeth Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the eighteenth year of her age and lyes buried at Tamworth THe Contemplation of death to prize Above all thoughts of humane vanities A Sublime wisdom is and makes Amends For such sad Contemplations at our Ends. Stifle therefore my Muse at their first birth All thoughts that may reflect upon the earth Be meraphysical disdaining to Fix upon any thing that is below Fame set thy Trump unto thy lips and sound The world this sad newsfrom her hallow'd ground Elizabeth Reppington that glorious Maid Hath left to guide us in this mortal shade By her unparallel'd example she Hath chang'd all Finite for Infinity Her Grave all beauty doth include for there Two Suns eclips'd lie in one Hemisphere Enveloped with Clouds thicker then those Which the remotest Arctick doth impose Her humble Lovers that like Persians pai'd Devotion to the Beams of her fair Head Whose hair their eyes in wonder did contain Continue to wish that Golden Fleece in vain Flowers more rich then graced Eden ever Lillieâ— and Roses there to dust do wither Oracles too are ceas'd again they from The temple of her mouth had us'd to come A lurid paleness sits upon the skin That did enclose the beauâ—eous body in As after a bright day Night doâ—h succeed And clothe high Heaven in a most horrid weed Her hands a Consort were of musick such As skilfully besâ— Instruments did touch Begetting harmony to emulate What the Intelligencing Spirits create By motion of the Spheres yet now they lye Uselesly here through deaths Impietie You that shall chance to read in these poor rhimes This Virgins Fate whose life did grace our times Whose Death this Nation justly may lament She being of it the prime Ornament And many vertues must a pattern prove To all those generous Souls that vertue love Consider what a loss her Parents have Whose Hopes are fal'n with her into the Grave Her Graces grown to an unequal'd height Lying now sleeping in the longest night Yet any Soul but hers would have been glad So fair and pure Confinement to have had But more illustrious hers like a bright flame Broke loose and is return'd from whence it came Where she enjoys all joys smiles on our tears Wishing that ours as happy were as hers And her sweet Company and Conversation We are depriv'd of but by Contemplation The maides that do in flowing Anchors streames Conceal themselves from busie Phoebus beames Upon whose Banks she us'd to walk and smile On the slow waters that past by the while Her immature Discease cease not to mone Under each Willow and on every stone The woods of Amington which oft times she Grac'd with her Presence to hear harmonie From the Innocuous Quiristers of the Aire Now murmure for her loss in sad despaire The Dryades that there had wont to play Spending in weeping for her every day The Graces that us'd thither to retire To dance unto skilful Apollos Lyre As often since as they that way do come Sit down and sing an Epicedium Thus I could prosecute but being grown Dull with so long a Lamentation My hand so trembling it can onely blot And Eies so fraught with tears that they see not I leave the World though sorrow struck it faint To mourn her Loss and make up my complaint 6. A Funeral Elegie upon the Death of Mr. Thomas Pilkington one of the Queens Musicians Who deceased at Wolverhampton about the 35. year of his Age and lies there buried AT the Report of so sad News sure soone The grieved Nation will be out of tune For Pilkington is dead who did command All Instruments with his unequal'd hand Mastring all Musick that was known before He did invent the Orphion and gave more Though he by playing had acquir'd high Fame He evermore escap'd a Gamesters Name Yet he at Gamut frequent was and taught Many to play till Death set his Gam out He was facetious and did never carp Making that Musick which came from him sharp His Flats were all Harmonious not like theirs Whose ebbs in prose or verse abuse our ears But to what end praise I his Flats since that He is grown One himself and now lies Flat Others for Days mispent are charged with crime But he a strict observer was of time Nothing escap'd his Study by all votes Being most perfect of mankind at Notes Though he was often in his Moodes they were Such as rejoyc'd all mindes and pleas'd each ear The Muses two-clif'd Hill he did surpass Whose Musick had three Cliffs to do it Grace With rashness none his Credit could impair Who did observe his Stops with so much Care His Frets were gentle Ones such as would be Stop'd with a Finger and make Harmonie His Family agree so in their Hearts That they did make a Consort of five Parts To be a Pattern unto every one Himself his Wife two Daughters and a Son Though somtimes there might some Division run T was for the best in the Conclusion For each learn'd Master in this Science knowes Good Musick often hath from Discords rose A Large his generous heart was and a Long His Life was wish'd by all the happy Throng Acquainted with his worths But in the chiese Of all his Dayes Death made it be a Briefe Crotchets he had good store yet such as were Harmonious full of Spirit life and aire His Life was but a Minum till his prime When as old Age should last out Sembrief-time His proved over short as if indeed He were Alas to die by Quaver-speed Whose
in you to make T rue friendship wheresoe're you undertake T hus you do live and living so you may O mit the care of your departing day N o death can raze your memory away 19. To my very good Friend and Cousin Mr. Roger King I love and so do you but know you whom Faith that same party best that first doth come And my love is as constant as her stay Why should I love her when she goes away If you are of the same mind we are then Two constant Lovers though not constant men We both are still in love but fix not for We the new Object evermore preferr And that affection surely is most wise That comes not from the heart but from the eyes 20. To Thalia Weep out thine eyes Thalia why are they Unmelted yet into an Inland-Sea Drown all thy slanderers with them such as dare Affirm thee guilty and thy name not fair Or rather scorn their Ignorance that frame Unworthy Calumnies against thy Name Mnemosyne thou mother of the maides And you sweet Sisters that in Ascra shades Retired from the troubles of the Earth To many a lasting verse give fortunate birth Do'st not offend you that the Comick Muse Should suffer such affronts and high abuse Because that I frequent the thronged Stage I 'm censur'd by the malice of this Age Of Levity but I despise the frowns Of rigid Cato's and the hiss of Clowns Illiterate Fools may please their gluttonous tast At dinner with some Epicure-Lord and wast Their precious dayes in riot whil'st I feed Mine ears with all the wit these Times do breed Sing loud Thalia Noble Souls will love To see thy Servants in their Socks to move And may their ends be Tragical that hate The harmless mirth thy Comedies create I do profess I 'm one that do admire Each word refin'd in true Poetick fire And do approve of natural action where Fables seem as true passages they were And love our Theatres of worth where we May thee in all thy several dresses see 21. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Elizabeth Stanhope who died at Elveston about the 20th year of her age and lies there buried Here lies a Virgin and in stead Of losing of her Maiden-head For she should soon have been a wife Bereaved of a noble Life Stanhopes lament and Ratcliffes mourn Before her sad untimely Urne But such a sorrow is too slight For cause of so extreme a weight Droop Elveston and Darbyshire No Green but black perpetual wear May April showers to Heavens tears turning Make all May-flowers spring up in mourning Weep all that ever knew her or Rather all that have heard of her For trivial Deaths let 's mourning wear Of black for her of cloth of hair Or let us senseless clothes despise And show our sadness in our eyes Let 's melt our hearts though they be stones And weep our eyes to Diamonds Which being touch'd by deaths cold hand Congeal'd may on her Marble stand Any discourse let us detest For sighs and grones express us best But who is this that we in such A sorrow must lament so much Elizabeth Stanhope now you know Go mourn until you die for wo. 22. An Epitaph on my dear sister the Lady Boteler who deceased about the 34th year of her Age. Here lies the Lady Boteler who ran through Two States of Life and both of them so true And just were known to all that knew her that Her her survivers all may imitate The Virgin and the matrimonial life She blest with her example And so rife Her memory doth flourish that it can Not die while there on earth lives one good man Cokaine her own name was Elveston gave Her Life Tutburie death Ashbourn a Grave 33. To Lesbia I thank you Lesbia for your lips and smiles Your pretty courtship and your amorous Wiles Her breath was sweet as Venus bower of bliss Her joyes uncounterfeit and not remiss Her skin was smooth as calmest summers day And warm as are the temperate Noons in May Her mind was willing and her body laid In th' truest Garbe to tempt who durst invade There wanted nothing to complete our joyes Had not the house been liable to spies For I do value more a Ladies fame Then satisfaction of my highest flame Thus much in jest now to speak truth is time I 'm glad we parted and escap'd the Crime 24. An Epitaph on a great sleeper Here lies a great Sleeper as every body knows Whose Soul would not care if his body ne're rose The business of life he hated and chose To die for his ease for his better repose And 't is believ'd when the last trump doth wake him Had the Devil a bed he would pray him to take him 25. An Epitaph on a great Wencher Here lies a great Wencher and dead I dare swear For were he alive an whore would be here 26. To my honoured Friend Mr. Marmaduke Wyvel Sir I have ever honour'd you and do Owe all fair service I can pay to you But Friend I owe you more then this yet shall With all the speed that may be absolve all 27. An Epitaph on Mrs. M. H. Here lies a body whose soul went hence Fuller of Glory then Innocence What her life wanted to make high Her worth she wrought when she did die And now when all her fight is done Her Foes must say that she hath won Let her faults perish with her breath And none think of her life but death 28. To Mr. Nathaniel Hazard and his Wife on their Marriage Blest Pair Goodnight The Prologue now is done Your wooing's past and both of you are won The sweets of Love remain the Play 's behinde To yield delight to a long longing minde May all fair fortune crown your happy Lives You out-love husbands and she out-love wives May every night and day and day and night And hour and minute be to you delight May all my wishes prosper and may you Never repent y' are one and wish you two And for your Epilogue when you return To earth may all that know you for you mourn 29. To Corinna Why excellent Corinna do you throw Your gold away for durt to lay on snow For so compar'd unto your whiter skin The Linen is you veil your body in For like a Diamond taken from a rock You would appear unclouded of your smock 30. Of Lycoris Beauty and Honour are great names and they Here and hereafter differ many a way Beauty half Age destroyes and none can be Enamour'd on the fair'st Anatome Immaculate Honour easily disperses All Cloudes that hover o're Heroes Heirses Beauty triumpheth over humane kind And mighty Love enthrones in every mind Honour disdains base Actions and would have A noble life to be our Epitaph The fair Lycoris doth desire a long And flourishing Spring of beauty ever young Her many years to wear away in mirth And Heavens epitome to have on earth Her dayes in musick and in feasts
Satyre I have writ A remedy for those 'i th amorous fit Love Elegies and Funeral Elegies Letters of things of divers qualities Encomiastick Lines to works of some A Masque and an Epithalamium Two Books of Epigrams All which I mean Shall in this volume come upon the Scene Some divine Poems which when first I came To Cambridge I writ there I need not name Of Dianea neither my Translation Omitted here as of another fashion For heavens sake name no more you say I cloy you I do obey you Therefore friend God b'wy you 125. Of this Book This little Work I 've done which time may wast Or Ioves displeasure into darkness cast But I will hope the best and that it may Last after I am ashes many a day FINIS EPIGRAMS The third Book 1. To the Gentry of Darbyshire GEntlemen and my Countrey men pray look With courteous eyes upon this trivial Book For I present it to you that it may Show my respects to you another day Why to the Lords I write not you enquire I should not be so bold though I desire But to avoid prolixity of words Gentlemen they are though you are not Lords 2. To the Readers Two Books of Epigrams I 've writ before Yet Gentle Readers I present you more Behold the third here offer'd you but what It will prove good or bad I know not yet May it likewise obtain your candor els Henceforth for me write Epigrams your selves 3. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. Philip the second Earl of Chesterfield I a request have and I hope you 'l yield Yet I in modesty long time have stuck From making it And 't is but for a Buck Bestow one on me and on this good reason I will not ask again till the next season 4. An Epitaph on Elizabeth the Lady Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 50. year of of her age and lies buried at Tamworth Here underneath this Monumental Stone Elizabeth the Lady Reppington Doth lye inter'd And therefore whosoere Thou art that passest by awhile forbear Thy hast and read and weep for he 's unjust Unto the merits of her precious dust That doth not drop his Tears in showers for she Is worthy of eternal Memory Worthy of storms of sighes Thunder of Grones To mourn her loss with due afflictions The sea-bright family that gave her birth Hath gain'd thereby a glory on the earth Happy her husband in so good a wife Happy her children to receive a life From such a Magazine of worthes as she A fair example for Posterity To name her virtues is to name them all She was their Centre she their pure White-hall Their Court their Palace where heaven did rejoyce To see such Cherubims without a vice She was their Paradise and her bright soul The Diety that did command the whole But O! there is another heaven else sure Her soul had never left a place so pure Earth is not the reward for virtue Look Upwards that 's towards her she is a Book A Directory for thy life which read And practiced thou wilt be so prais'd when dead An Epitaph on my honoured Cousin Mr. John Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 25 year of his age and lies buried at Tamworth Here lies Iohn Reppington that came to be By Edwards death Heir of his Family As t' him his elder brother did give room So he t' his younger witness by this tomb He a few weeks after his mother di'd And of the same new term'd disease beside So he a most obsequious son was found That waited on his mother under ground He was good natur'd bore an honest mind Belov'd by all men and to all men kind And had no foe but death who too severe Hath cast an Heir so young and hopeful here 6. To Mr. Charles Hutchinson my Cousin German Cousin I long to see you married well And long at Rawslison to see you dwell Then I should oft wait on you make some stay It being from Pooly t' Ashburn in the way So I should make your house mine Inne what tho W' are friends and neer a kin Pray be mine so 7. To Mr. Francis Fitzherbert of Lincolnes Inne my kinsman To love and not to love it is all one If you do let the Fair belov'd alone And to love once unless you do love ever Is a slight toy and was an earnest never Therefore to shew you true affection have Your Mistrisse wed and love her to the grave 8. To Mr. Will. Stanhope the younger my Cousin German Why do you live so long a Batchelor Is it cause you the femall sex abhor Or do you fear women are troublesome And therefore loth into their yoke to come If such opinions do your minde enthrall Marry a wife and she 'l confute them all 9. Of Quintilla Quintilla talkes too much and why is it Because Quintilla hath but little wit And at each thing she speakes she doth laugh after A Fool is known by an excess of laughter 10. To my mother Mrs Anne Cokain Let none our Ashbourn discommend henceforth Your Gardens shew it is a place of worth What delicate Sparagus you have growing there And in how great abundance every year What gallant Apricocks and Peaches brave And what delicious Nectorins you have What Mellons that grow ripe without those Glasses That are laid over them in other Places What Grapes you there have growing and what wine Pleasant to tast you made last vintage time Plant Vines when of Grapes you have got store Make wine enough and I will ask no more Then Mr. Bancroft in high lines shall tell The world your cellar 's Aganippe's Well The rest are to be made Song 1. 1. I Saw a proud fair Lass to day Whose beauties equal those of May She is as sweet as flowers new blown Much pity she should lie alone What would you give to bless your sight With such an object of delight 2. I wondred at her delicate hair Mulcibers Net so soft and rare T' entangle even the Gods above And fill their hearts with gentle love What would you give c. 3. I gaz'd upon her beauteous eyes Loves exquisitest Palaces VVherein as many Cupids be As there are men that dare them see VVhat would you give c. 4. Het stately forehead was so fair That Iris Arch is no compare Match'd onely in lame Vulcans bride Unequal'd in the world beside What c. 5. Her sweetest Mouth doth far excell The Delphian certain Oracle T is Loves best musick all ears charmer All hearts enthraller and blouds warmer What c. 6. Her pretty hands I did espy Fitter for kisses then an eye They were so small I cannot look For such again but in a book What c. 7. Her bosome Beauties sweet champain The Poets Elizium I do fain Not white with snow but a selecter Colour all overstrow'd with Nectar What c. 8. The two brave Thrones
has stole the Stilletto from me oy Anclethe restore it as thou lovest me Fal. Carionil I joy you are recovered Death is grown courteous or by this you had Been wandring in the Elizian groves Car. My friend Falorus Fal. Your loyall friend Give me your hand and rise I 'me glad to see Your wound no worse T was care and willingness To die bereft you of your Senses I will shew you How you may win your Mistris you hear me Car. I like it we I it may prevail I hope It will Fal. Anclethe had slain himself had I not come Car. Good boy thou wert too kind Cli. Indeed my Lord I never shall desire to survive you Car. Divulge my death Cle. I will not fail Fal. Why my Carionil would you engage So much your self to any of that sex As for a disrespondency to lay Violent hands upon your self Intruth my friend I wonder at it justly You merit more then they can satisfie With their endeavours all of them Car. Proceed not good Falorus in this language Fal. What good do women old Amphitrite's face Is not so full of wrincles as they are Of vices Car. No more as you regard what alwaies yet You have profest our long continued friendship O women most admired Creatures how Can the just heavens these speeches so allow What good do women I do say what ill Who do perform what men can onely will Why have we ears if not to hear the sound And sacred harmony their tongues compound Why have we tears if not to weep when we Do chance a woman discontent to see Why have we eyes if not to look upon Their beauties natures high perfection Why have we tongues if not to praise them when They slander'd are by railings of ill men Why have we reason all if not to deem us Happy because some women do esteem us Fal. You are their worthy champion what I said Was out of passion for Lucora's dealing I will report y' are dead Car. I shall be obliged unto you by 't Exeunt Enter Phyginois solus Phy. My clothes are almost made and every thing That does belong unto the habit of A gentleman I have prepar'd me richly For in these garments I dare not accost her I had good fortune to come with Cleanthe Who hath been very bountiful unto me Enter Polidacre Rosinda Antiphila Lucora and Nentis Pol. Lady I take it very kindly you Would do me such an honour as visit me It shall be my study to deserve it Ant. My Lord this is too ceremonious Pray you let us walk I much approve of this Aire I know no place so sweet about the City Ro. How observant he is he would fain make it a match and I think she is willing enough But I shall prevent them with amazement I will see further in it first Phy. The heavens worthy gallants be serene as long as you presume under the safety of them Pol. Know you this fellow Tandorix Ro. His name is Draculemion Pol. O! I have heard of him Luc. T is some frantick Pol. What wind brought you hither Phy. That which noble Sir shall blow me all over the Universe to do you service Pol. I thank you for your complement your Captainly protestation Phy. Brave Bevy of gallants my purse being Millions of degrees voyder of money then my heart of courage I desire to empty my mouth of words to fill up the vacuum of it if you please to lend me your attention and afterwards to commemorate with munificence the worth of my Oration Pol. Sweet Antiphila what say you Anti. He speaks so strangely I would hear him Pol. Draculemion you know what to do Phy. Hail but fair weather I that have been the favorite of inconstant fortune and term'd worthily by the worshipfull title of a gentleman am now debas'd into an humble fugitive Commiserate this wonderful change most excellent Auditors and let your recompence be a help again to restore me and a story to exalt me towards the fastigium of my pristine felicity and at your connivence I will post afoot to Mexico drink your healthes till I 'me sick and kill any I hear speak irreverently of you These and more then these will I accomplish though to my perpetual ignominy or dissolution of my life conditionally you will bestow fluently upon your slave so undeserving a little Dixi. Pol. Here 's for all the company Phi. Will you give me leave to be grateful Pol. Yes surely Phi. I le not desire the Muses to repleat My willing genius with poetick heat This subject doth transcend them I le desire Apollo to this Lay to touch his Lyre Thou Charioter of heaven that dost invest Thy swift-hoof'd Coursers in the dewy East With harness work'd by Mulciber to light The world and dissipate the clouds of night For Phaetons sake not unto me unlike Thy sweetest notes unto this ditty strike Pol. If the Exordium be so long t' will be tedious before the conclusion Anti. Dismiss him therefore Pol. Farewell Draculemion Phi. Would I might kiss thee before Nentis Aside Exit Phi. Pol. Madam how do you like the Lord Falorus Anti. Very well my Lord. Pol. Him I have often motion'd to Lucora And he hath consented to marry her would it not Be a good fortune for her think you Ant. Indeed I think it would Pol. How say you now Lucora Ant. For he is a much applauded gentleman Of good conditions and of sweet behaviour Whose company is every where acceptable He deserves a good match such a one as your daughter is Pol. How say you girle was any thing I told you Of Falorus a falshood Come prethee do thy self a good turn And take him do Lucora Luc. Dear Father pardon me indeed I have not Any desire yet to marry Pol. Sure you have Bethink you and speak wiser Luc. Truly I have not Sir Pol. Y' are a stubborn wench and I am sorry It was my hard fortune to be thy father Your shrewdness shal not carry you through so freely As you believe it will it shall not maiden Anti. Do not chide her She will be rul'd by you Luc. Indeed Madam I had rather live as I do Pol. No I believe not that There is some one Or other farre inferiour unto him Whom she's in love withall perhaps some vile Scumme of the Town Luc. Dear Sir you conceive amiss of me for I Love no man yet and hope I never shall Be of another mind Poli. T is false I cannot believe you Luc. If ever I should I d'e hate my self to place Affection on a man of base birth or Unseemly qualities Anti. Be not angry Sir Nent I pray you marry Madam for it is A state wherein one may securely kiss Luc. Leave thy foolery Nent O t is a fine thing to have a coach of ones own to go to a play when you will And be restrain'd from nothing you have a desire to do Luc. Marriage is no such liberty as you
too off with them therefore without any more arguing Flam. My Stockings with all my heart to have my Trappolin Trap. Very well done Mrs Flam. you do very well give me your gown too Do not wonder these will do nothing without it Flam. Then shall your Highness have it Trap. I see you love that fellow well 't is well done of you I think he be an honest man which makes me the willinger to yield to his repeal I say I must have that Petticote too else all this is not worth a rush i'faith Flam. I think the Duke's mad And will you give me then your Highness word Trap. I will Flam. I cannot help it here it is Trap. I swear unto thee young Wench give me thy under Petticote and thy Smock and I will give thee my word and send for him presently to nightâ— this Wench makes me curse Eo Meo and Areo. Flam. Most excellent Sir there is not in the world The thing that in my power lies I wo'd Deny to do for my dear Trappolin But modesty forbids me to do this Trap. I shall not have them then Flam. I beseech your Highness pardon me Trap. I am very sorry I could not see her naked but it cannot be help't well how many kisses wil you give me my young Mistriss Flam. Kisses Most Gracious Prince a thousand and a thousand times I 'le kiss your hand upon my humble knees Trap. I have no pleasure in that how many kisses upon lips will you give me Flam. For Trappolins sake I 'le do any thing that modesty will give me leave do what you please Sir Trap. Ah honey sweet Flametta how I love thee prithee kiss better dear lips I could almost wish Eo Mâ—o and Areo i' th' fire again again again sweet Flametta Flam. Shall Trappolin come home Trap. Do but let us kiss and thou shalt have any thing O me what a misery 't is to be a great man again again Flametta Trappolin shall come home Flam. I am aweary Trap. So shall I never be again again Enter Prudentia Flam. The Princess your Highness sister You have gin your word Trap. Young Mistress I have not leisure to answer you now come to me some other time and I 'le talk with you further now take up your things and be gone Flam. I am assur'd I shall prevail heavens guard your Highness Exit Prud. Now I expect my brothers rage for sure Though nere so secret kept my Love unto My dearest Horatio by some uncouth means Is known say what he will or can I am Resolv'd and my affection 's setled Trap. Fair Lady come hither you are my sister are you Prud. I am your sister and servant Sir Trap. Complement with me no more then I complement with you good Madam sister sit you down I would talk with you a little Prud. He talkes as though he were distracted I obey you Sir Trap. T is well done good Lady sister Prud. I never saw my brother thus before Sir I am exceeding glad to see you Return'd in safety out of Lombardy but should have been more joyful had you brought your Dutchess with you Trap. She 'l come soon enough nere fear 't but sister I must be something brief for I am a hungry as soon as I came home I saw Brunetto in the Gaol who after many circumstances and fears told me 't was for love of you that he was put there tell me sister Prudentia do you love him I 'le besworn the man is a good honest fellow if you have a mind to him I 'le give you my consent with al my heart I vow as I am an honest man and the Duke I do not jest Prud. Most worthy brother thanks I do confess I love Brunetto and were very guilty Of cruelty if I did not for he Loves me I know as his own happiness Nor Sir have I plac'd my affections Unworthy Brunetto is a Prince His name is Horatio and he 's second son Unto the Duke of Savoy for my sake He chang'd his name and lives a prisoner Trap. How 's this is Brunetto a Prince you love him Lady sister you say Prud. Most truely Sir I do Trap. Are you content to marry him Pru. I do desire no greater bliss on earth So that your Highness will consent thereto Trap. Lady sister here is my hand I am content i'faith without more words I am â— am an hungry now and would be brief sister mine I say marry him when you will beshrew my heart and I be not content I had rather you had him then any man in the world Prud. I know not what to think he 's strangely chang'd Trap. Let this suffice Madam sister I am very hungry I say have you any good store of meat in the house I could eat soundly now sister of a dish of Sausages come Lady sister le ts to dinner be gone I have a good stomach as I am an honest man Exeunt Scena secunda Enter Mattemores Mat I that have led a life until of late In spite of death pass'd through the dangers of it Dreadless without regard whom never men Conducted by brave Captains to the field Did yet withstand am won and vanquished Hipolita heroick Amazon In Love hath conquered me with amorous smiles Methinks it is a thing most full of wonder That what not massie pikes nor murtherous guns Could ever do a Ladies smiling eyes The beauty of a timorous woman should Her eyes have darted fire into my breast Which nothing but her kindness can extinguish And be she cruel I shall soon be ashes Do I thus yield shall I forget the sound Of martial Drums the warlike noise of Trumpets To list to the lascivious harmony Of instruments touched by Hipolita's hand Shall I forget the ordering of a Camp To ride great horses to besiege a city To undermine a Castle to raise Bulwarks All for the love of a fair fearful woman It must be so these legs that wont to lead Arm'd men to battel I must use in dances This hair that us'd to be covered with a helm Cloggy with sweat and blood I now must powder These hands that wont to wave a dreadful sword Instead of iron gauntlets now must wear Perfum'd gloves I that had wont to be Under the Chirurgions hands to cure my wounds Must have a barber now to keep me neat O Love thou art divine and canst transform A man from what he was it is in vain To think to shun the thing thou dost constrain Enter Hipolita Hipol I. T is idleness that is the cause We lose our liberties The busie Cupid never drawes To yield unto his vice 2. Away with love it is a thing I hope I nere shall know When many weep so I shall sing Have joy while they have woe 3. The happiness of love is poor Compar'd to liberty Blest lovers do hard things endure Their pleasures to enjoy 4. May I live ever as I do Free from that foolish pain
agree With tears on earth T is an Antipathie But 't is unnatural we should be glad And 't is Impiety we should be sad We must not grieve therefore nor yet rejoyce But fix us in the mean and shew us wise Be glad that we believe her soul is crown'd With endless Glory in Heavens ample Round Onely lament that we have lost our guide And wanting her are apt to wander wide We need not bid thee sleep secure that know That God himself rock'd thee asleep below Sweet Sainted Maid thou meritest the Pen Of Cherubims to shew thee unto men And dost deserve a bench of Poets grave To study and to write thine Epitaph Which in Mosaick work with diamonds bright Should be drawn out and read by it's own light A Titian or a Bonarota should Cast thee a Statue of pure Ophir Gold Had'st thou thy due the eager earth would sure Anatomize one India for Ore And precious stones a Pyramid to reare Lasting and great as the Egyptian were To thy eternal memorie and from Th e eastern-lands bring all the plenteous sum Of spices and perfumes and on the height Of that rich monument burn them day and night But 't is a thing impossibly too hard For men on earth to give thee thy reward Thy God whose power and love is infinite Thee hath and doth and ever will requite Among the Chorus of Heavens Virgins pure To sing Divinest Anthems evermore The homely verses I have writ she oft Hath smil'd upon approv'd them smooth and soft And if my pen hath power to give a fame Dear Isabella here shall live thy Name Had I the deathless Homer's brain and could Sing lofty numbers like to Maro Old A wit to match Sulmonean Ovid I Had writ a Poem not an Elegie T is known and I confess this is beneath Her Life and her expressions at her death Her resurrection plain will shew how well She led her life and bad the World Farewel 3. On the death of Henry Lord Hastings Son to the right Honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. KNow all to whom these few sad lines shall come This melancholy Epicedium The young Lord Hastings death occasion'd it Amidst a â—â—orm of Lamentations writ Tempests of sighes and grones and flowing eyes Whose yielding balls dissolve to Deluges And mournful Numbers that with dreadful sound Waite his bemoned body to the ground Are all and the last duties we can pay The Noble Spirit that is fled away T is gone alas t is gone though it did leave A body rich in all Nature could give Superiour in beauty to the youth That won the Spartan Queen to forfeit truth Break wedlocks strictest bonds and be his wife Environed with tumults all her Life His years were in the balmie Spring of Age Adorn'd with blossomes ripe for marriage And but mature His sweet conditions known To be so good they could be none but 's own Our English Nation was enamour'd more On his full worth then Rome was heretofore Of great Vâ—â—paâ—â—an's Jew-subduing Heire The love and the Delight of mankind here After a large survey of Histories Our Criticks curious in honour wise In paralleling generous Souls will finde This youthful Lord did bear as brave a minde His few but well spent years had master'd all The liberal Arts And his sweet tongue could fall Into the ancient Dialects dispence Sacred Judeas amplest eloquence The Laâ—ine Idiome elegantly true And Greek as rich as Athens ever knew Italy France and Spain did all confess Him perfect in their modern Languages At his Nativity what angry Star Malignant influences slung so far What Caput Algolls and what dire Aspects Occasioned so tragical effects As soon as death this fatal blow had given I fancy mighty Clarence sigh'd in Heaven And till this glorious Soul arrived there Recover'd not from his Amaze and fear Had this befal'n in ancient credulous times He had been deifi'd by Poets rimes That Age enamour'd of his Graces soon Majestick Fanes in adoration Would have rays'd to his memory and there On golden Altars year succeeding year Burnt holy incense and Sabaean Gums That Curles of vapour from those Hecatombs Sould reach his Soul in Heaven but we must pay No such Oblations in our purer way A nobler Service we him owe then that His fair example ever t'emulate With the Advantage of our double years Le ts imitate him and through all Affairs And all Encounters of our Lives intend To live like him and make as good an end To aim at brave things is an evident signe In Spirits that to honour they incline And though they do come short in the Contest T is full of glory to have done one's best You mournful Parents whom the Fates compel To bear the Loss of this great miracle This wonder of our Times amidst a sigh Surrounded with your thick'st Calamity Reflect on joy think what an happiness Though humane Nature oft conceits it less It was to have a Son of so much worth He was too good to grace the wretched earth As silver Trent through our North Countries glides Adorn'd with Swans crown'd with flowry sides And rushing into mightier Humbers Waves Augments the Regal Aestuarium's Braves So he after a life of eighteen years Well mannaged Example to our Peeres In 's early youth encountring sullen Fate Orecome became a Trophey to his State Didst thou sleep Hymen or art lately grown T' affect the Subterranean Region Enamour'd on bleard Libentina's eyes Hoarse-howling Dirges and the baleful Cries Of Inauspicious voices and above Thy Star-like torch with horrid tombs in love Thou art or surely hadst oppos'd this high Affront of death against thy Deity Nor wrong'd an excellent Virgin who had given Her heart to him who hath his Soul to Heaven Whose Beauties thou hast clouded and whose eyes Drowned in tears at these sad Exequies The fam'd Heroes of the golden Age Those Demigods whose vertues did asswage And calm the furies of the wildest mindes That were grown salvage even against their kinds Might from their Constellations have look'd down And by this young Lord seen themselves out-gon Farewel Admired Spirit that art free From this strict Prison of Mortalitie Ashby proud of the honour to enshrine The beauteous Body whence the Soul Divine Did lately part be careful of thy trust That no profane hand wrong that hallow'd Dust The Costly Marble needes no friend t'engrave Upon it any doleful Epitaph No good Man's tongue that Office will decline Whil'st years succeeding reach the end of time 4. On the death of my dear Cousin Germane Mrs. Olive Cotton who deceased at Berisford the 38th year of her Age and lyes buried at Bently by Ashbourne c. AMongst the many that shall celebrate With sighes and tears this excellent womans Fate And with the many that shall fix a verse Sacred unto her Fame upon her Herse World pardon me my boldness that intrude These few poor lines upon thy Multitude They need not read them I have
nothing we should hate They whom all nations for Heroick soules And vertuous Actions above the Poles Have â—nthroniz'd did nought we should condemn And therefore Lovely One let 's follow them Strict Hymens rules wherefore should we obey Which on themselves the Gods did never lay Is it more honour to observe the lives Of surly Cato's then the Deities Away with fear 'T is reason prompts you to What I desire and love me what to do And therefore do not blush unless it be Because so many will envy thee and me Yet Madam know after so much exprest I honour vertue and have writ in jest 7. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton I Wonder Cousin that you would permit So great an Injury to Fletcher's wit Your friend and old Companion that his fame Should be divided to anothers name If Beaumont had writ those Plays it had been Against his merits a detracting Sin Had they been attributed also to Fletcher They were two wits and friends and who Robs from the one to glorifie the other Of these great memories is a partial Lover Had Beaumont liv'd when this Edition came Forth and beheld his ever living name Before Plays that he never writ how he Had frown'd and blush'd at such Impiety His own Renown no such Addition needs To have a Fame sprung from anothers deedes And my good friend Old Philip Massinger With Fletcher writ in some that we see there But you may blame the Printers yet you might Perhaps have won them to do Fletcher right Would you have took the pains For what a foul And unexcusable fault it is that whole Volume of plays being almost every one After the death of Beaumont writ that none Would certifie them so much I wish â—s free Y 'had told the Printers this as you did me Surely you was to blame A Forreign wit Ownes in such manner what an English writ Joseph of Exeters Heroick piece Of the long fatal war 'twixt Troy and Greece Was Printed in Cornâ—lius Nepos Name And robs our Countreyman of much of 's fame 'T is true Beaumont and Fletcher both were such Sublime wits none could them admire too much They were our English Polestars and did beare Between them all the world of fancie cleare But as two Suns when they do shine to us The aire is lighter they prodigious So while they liv'd and writ together we Had Plays exceeded what we hop'd to see But they writ few for youthful Beaumont soon By death eclipsed was at his high noon Surviving Fletcher then did pen alone Equal to both pardon Comparison And suffer'd not the Globe and Black-Friers Stage T' envy the glories of a former Age. As we in humane bodies see that lose An eye or limbe the vertue and the use Retreats into the other eye or limb And makes it double So I say of him Fletcher was Beaumonts Heir and did inherit His searching judgement and unbounded Spirit His Plays are Printed therefore as they were Of Beaumont too because his Spirit 's there 8. To my Son Mr. Thomas Cokaine YOU often have enquir'd where I have been In my years Travel and what Cities seen And sâ—ai'd in of the which therefore in brief I for your satisfaction name the chief When four and twenty years and some moneths more Of Age I was I left our English Shore And in a thousand six hundred thirty two Went hence fair France and Italy to view At Roy July the sixteenth we took Ship And on the seventeenth did arrive at Deipe Henry the fourths secure retreat where one Night having lain I rode next day to Roan Thence in a Coach I did to Paris go Where then I did but spend a day or two Thence with the Lions messenger went thither And pass'd through Mont-Argis Mollins and Never In two days thence we did to Cambray get A City at the foot of Eglebet At Maurein I din'd and six days spent Among the Alpes with high astonishment There dreadful Precepice and horrid sound Of water and hills hid in Cloudes I found And trees above the Clouds on Mountains top And houses too a wonder to get up On Mount-Sinese's top I did ride o're A smooth and pleasant Plain a League or more Upon the which a large Fish-pool there is And one o' th Duke of Savoy's Palaces At the Plains End a little Chappel and A pretty Inn do near together stand That night we did descend 'bove half the way Where first we heard Italian spoke and lay Next morn we down to Susa rode full glad When Mount-Sinese we descended had And that same night to Turin came where we Staid but a day the Beauties of 't to see There we took Coach for Millaine and by th' way A Dinners time did at Vercelli stay And at Novara lay a night and stai'd But at great Millaine one such hast I made And but at Crema one and by the Lake Of stormy Garda did a dinner take Through the low Suburbs of high Bergamo I rode and that night did to Brescia go For works of Iron fam'd And having past Thorow Verona by Catullus grac't Did at Vicenza dine so forward went Through Padoa and on the banks of Brent Saw many Palaces of pleasant Site And to the rich fam'd Venice came that night Thence having stai'd there half a year did go Unto Ferrara by the river Poe Saving some four miles where a Coach we took When Phaetons fatal River we forsook I at Ravenna din'd Rimmini lay And the next Night did at Ancona stay A long days journey wherein we betime Pesaro rode through did at Fano dine For hansome women fam'd And in our way Rid neer small well-wall'd Siningaglia The next day at Loretto din'd and there View'd the Fair Church and House fam'd every where Thorow long Recanati rode and so To Macerata in the Even did go Next day I din'd at Tolentin and was It 'h Church of their renown'd Saint Nicholas Foligno and Spoletto having past Terin and Narin took a Nights repast Within Otricoli I the next day Din'd at Rignano ' i th' Flaminian way And in the Evening afterwards did come Thorow the Port del Popolo to Rome Where what the holy week and Easter could To strangers view afford I did behold Where that old Cities wonders I did view And all the many Marvels of the new Three weeks I there made my abode and then For Naples took my travels up agen Of all Frascati's Wonders had a sight And thence unto Velletri rode that night At Terrachina lay the next Then through The Kingdom pass'd at Mola took a view Of Old Gaeta thence to Capua rode Where onely I dinners time abode So I to Naples came where three weeks stay Made me the wonders thereabouts survey I at Puzzolo was there cross'd the Bay Fam'd for the bridge of proud Caligula To Baja and that day a view did take Of Aniana and Avernus Lake The mortal Grott was in and Sepulchre Which murther'd Agrippina did
vain To get repute by following that strain When I bethink me that great Johnson he Who all the ancient wit of Italy And learned Greece by his industrious Pen Transplanted hath for his own Countreymen And made our English tongue so swell that now We scarce an equal unto it allow Writ Epigrams I tremble and instead Of praise beseech a pardon when I 'm read 61. To my honoured kinsman Mr. Henry Kendal the younger Your Grand-Mother was hospitable did Invite me often to her house and bid Me hearty welcome And I hope to prove The like effects hereafter of your love Poets of old were Prophets held and I For once will venture on a Prophesy You shall at Smithsby flourish gain the Hearts Of all your Countrey by your worthy Parts 62. To Maides Soft Virgins you whose tender hearts are prone To yield unto your own destruction Resist all vicious flames and you will find The Glories of an undefiled mind Preserve your bodies as a Magazin That doth contain the richest Treasure in For Diamonds Pearls and Stones of highest price Heaven lov'd virginity mainly out-vies Patavine Chastity enjoying more Content then Acts of a Suburran Whore 'T is mean to yield submission unto Sense When virtue hopes so great a Recompence 63. To the truly Noble Sir Arthur Gorges Those worthy Romans that scorn'd humble things Created and obliged after-Kings Amidst their thoughts of highest honour ne're Conceiv'd Imaginations 'bove your sphere The Babylonian Euphrates may For ever run and Tybris never stay The plenteous Rhine continually speed on And Danubie each to it's Ocean And not out-go your fair and high repute Which doth amaze the world and strikes me mute 94. To Sir Andrew Knyveton my wives brother Wonder not why among so many of My Epigrams I do not oftner scoff And taunt of men observing when they halt And tax them smartly after for their fault I know that Epigrams should either be Satyres reduc'd to an Epitome Or els in choicest Language should invite Being what you please the Readers with delight Troth I in scoffes but little do prevail Which is the cause that I no oftner rail And have for Eloquence but what you see And therefore all my friends must pardon me 65. To my Cousins Germans Mr. Cromwell Mr. Byron Mr. Ratcliff and M. Alexander Stanhope The worlds four Parts and all the various Seas And Rivers that embrace them thousand wayes Perfect the Globe terrestrial set it fix't Equal the circumvolving Heaven betwixt So you four joyning in a Sympathie Of an unmach'd fraternal Amitie Sought to for noble Soules by all that can Under and Honour or a Generous man Are courted on all sides and truly do Love them reciprocally that love you So that your friends and you do justly stand The Centre of fair Friendship in the Land 66. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton the younger In how few years have you rais'd up an high Column of Learning by your Industry More glorious then those Pyramids that Old Canopus view'd or Cair doth yet behold Your noble Father that for able Parts Hath won an high Opinion in all hearts May like the elder Scaliger look down With admiration on his worthy Son Proceed fair plant of Ex'lencies and grow So high to shadow all that are below 67. To my honest Kinsman Sir John Reppington I pray you Sir impale your Woods that we In them the hunting of the Buck may see By which good deed you will be sure to please grounds The Naiades and Hamadryades Honouring the woods and brooks that grace those And raise a stately Eccho by your Houndes T' invite Diana to your Groves that she A partner in your rural sports may be Or peirce the beauteous Goddess Venus ear And bring her down from her celestial sphere To be spectatress of your game brought thence To guard some young Adonis from Offence By making you a park all this is done A pleasant Grace unto your Amington 68. To my Brother in Law Colonel Will. Nevil The old luxurious Romans vaunts did make Of gustful Oysters took in Lucrine Lake Your Essex better hath and such perchance As tempted Caesar first to pass from France How did those ancient Worthies captive all The humbled world unto their Capitol Yet from it's highest Towers could not survey So rich a Countrey as from Holt you may The noble Brutus vertuous Portia Luckless Antonius chast Octavia Soul-fix'd Paulina to her murther'd Lord The learned Seneca such worthes afford As have astonish'd Ages yet your best Of wives may justly with them all contest You then enjoying a full Fortune and The delicacies may eat of Sea and land Your dayes spend at a house of so fair site And with a so deserving wife each night Consider since that you possess all this If y' are not happy who the Devil is 69. An Epitaph on a Penitent Bawde Here lies a good woman to speak but the truth Who liv'd by her Tail all the days of her youth And when she was old and none could endure her Stuck still to the Flesh and became a Procurer Yet was at her death so full of Remorses That she cri'd a peccavi for all her lewd courses 70. An Epitaph on an old Bawde Here lies an old Bawde whom the grave should have gotten Fourty years since for then she was rotten Now here she doth lie for all People to piss on For fear of Doomes-day in a stinking Condition But enough of this business for well we may think The more we stir in it the more it will stink 71. To my Cousin Mr. William Milward Whil'st you at Chilcote live and I at Pooley Let 's every Week meet one another duly Talk of our long Acquaintance and the strange Things that have hapned since this mighty change And drink a Glass of honest Countrey-Ale To all our absent Friends at every Tale. 72. Don Quixot Quarta parte Cap. 33. Es de vidrio la Muger Pero no se ha de provar Si se puede O no quebrar Porque to do podria ser Y es mas facil el quebrar se Y no es cordura ponerse A peligro de romperse Lo que no puede soldar se Yen esto opinion esten Tados yen r'azon la fundo Que si ay Danaes en el mundo Ay pluvias de Oro tambien Englished Of Women A Woman is of Glass or weaker And should not be put to the proof Or if she be not as to break her Which is a thing facile enough Glass is crack'd with an easie stroke And it no wisdom is to put That within danger to be broke Which never can be solder'd up All men of an Opinion are And it upon this reason ground That if there any Danaes were Gold Showers also would be found 73. Of a Servant-Maid A servant maid in Winter washing clothes Upon the banks where pleasant Arnus flowes A passenger espi'd her and did say I wish sweet heart you had a warmer day She look'd upon him
both towns and th'ods And thou wilt yield men that made this the Gods 97. Of the Gratuity given the Poet. The noble Senate for the fair renown From his immortal pen fix'd on their town Crown'd with six thousand crowns the Poets wit ' Would I had half so for translating it 98. Of Women The tree a Grace to Eden did appear Yet was prohibited our Parents there So Women as earths glories we esteem And yet how mch are we forbidden them It pleases Heaven to keep us all in awe To try our duties by a rigid Law 99. Of the same In Paradise a Woman caused all The ruine of mankind by Adams fall What wonder then if they o'recome us here When w' are more weak and they perhaps as fair 100. An Epitaph on Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. Philip Massinger who lie buried both in one Grave in St. Mary Overie's Church in Southwark In the same Grave Fletcher was buried here Lies the Stage-Poet Philip Massinger Playes they did write together were great friends And now one Grave includes them at their ends So whom on earth nothing did part beneath Here in their Fames they lie in spight of death 101. Of Augustus Caesar and Marcus Antonius Augustus was to Ovid too unkind Who him not onely banish't but confin'd Him had the noble Anthony o'recome He might have led his life and di'd in Rome But of these two great Romans this is known Caesar caus'd others deaths Marcus his own 102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine Viscountess Cullen Madam I hear you do intend to grace Your Rushen with your presence all this year You cannot honour a more noble Place If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes When in their homes their right Orbs they appear So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders When Comets do presage ruines and murders 103. To the same Madam I do recant what I have writ As savouring too much of a countrey-wit And I fear Clownishness for where should your Fair Sexe live but in London evermore Bright Ladies in the Countrey we esteem As the Sun shaded by the cloudes doth seem So Pearls lie hid in Shells and Diamonds so Upon their solitary Rocks do grow As Stars grace Heaven your beauties do the town Which is the proper Sphere for them to own Hast therefore up you here will prove a Star Of Glory who move there irregular 104. An Epitaph of Colonel Ferdinand Stanhope Son to the Earl of Chesterfield who was slain about Shelford and lies there buried Here underneath this monumental Stone Lie Honour Youth and Beauty all in One For Ferdinando Stanhope here doth rest Of all those Three the most unequal'd Test He was too handsome and too stout to be Met face to face by any Enemy Therefore his foe full for his death inclin'd Stole basely near and shot him through behind 105. To my Wives Neece Mrs. Elizabeth Pegge I thank my Wife for my so neer relation Unto a mine of vertue of our nation To name your handsomness I do decline As to tell Ethiops the Sun doth shine You are as witty as the Lesbian Lass Who the tenth Muse so oft accounted was And chaster then the glorious Roman Dame That kil'd her self for vicious Tarquin's shame Thus I could prosecute your Worths but know Y 'had rather Heaven then men should judg you so 106. To her Brother Mr. Tho. Pegge The various manners you of men have seen And have in divers forreign Cities been And after three years travel are come home From Brussells Paris and more glorious Rome To fix you here for all your future Life I wish y'a vertuous rich young handsome wife 107. To my Wife My Mall how we desire both to go down And still how business stayes us in the town Since Plays are silenc'd by the Presbyter And Wine is grown so very naught and dear London seems frowning like a Step-dame now That look'd before with so serene a Brow Away therefore and let us hasten home To our Loves pledges our dear Mall and Tom. 108. Of Hubert Wypart Hubert Wypart a Leigios some years since My Servant was i' th Countrey and from thence Ask'd leave to go to London to be by At a Friends death of his condemn'd to dy For he he added loves me so I know That he three hundred miles and more would go To see me hang'd we could not choose but laugh Hubert had leave to go but 's Friend got off 109. To Tom Mullins Tom sell good Ale and since we do thee grace To call thy Room Apollo and the place With mirth and jests raise Oracles in be sure Thy drink have strength to make them both endure For it would an Impiety be of thine With base Ale to pollute bright Phoebus Shrine In lien of Eastern perfumes we will pay Sacrifice of Verinas every day Though we by mighty Liquor fall sometime 'T is accidental and a generous crime A fate that upon strictest Friends awaites When those that drown themselves in brooks Heaven hates 110. To his Wife What Vulcan's wife sell Ale Thanks Venus for 't The Goddess though did use another Sport Bess since thou likewise art a Black-smiths wife Imitate somewhat the Cyprian Queen in life But thou art old and honest therefore get A young Wench to fill drink that may be fit But thou too much of vertue hast therefore Sell Noble Sack and we will ask no more 111. An Epitaph on Mr. Isaac Coe who died about the 40th year of his Age. Here Master Isaack Coe of Lincolns-Inn A Glory to that house and to his kin Doth buried lie which Loss we needs must mourn And pay our tears as Tribute to his Urne But how can we call this his Sepulchre Whom all his Friends do in their hearts inter 112. To Zoilus Zoilus thou say'st my Epigrams are worse Then any that thy Censurer did curse Zoilus I am of thy Opinion too And therefore pray thee make no more adoo 113. Of Lupa One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Have lain with Lupa and all lusty Men Such as their Boasts of strength in each place tell Yet none of them could make her Belly swell But Lupa vaunts of this that she doth hate Her Belly should confirm what Men do prate A slanderous tongue oft Innocence traduces But when the Belly tells farewell Excuses 114. Of Cloe. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen Men Sixteen seventeen eighteen and nineteen more Cloe hath tempted to make her an whore Count how many she hath wish'd she had lain under And you will find it come t' a pretty number Yet none of them have ever known her bed For Cloe still retains her Maidenhead Sure she 's unhansome then No she 's a Lass As beautiful as ever Hellen was She is observed by so wary spies That hitherto she could not play her Prize But twenty t'one e'relong she 'l find
Fletchers chief bosome-friend inform'd me so Ith'next impression therefore justice do And print their old ones in one volume too For Beaumonts works Fletchers should come forth With all the right belonging to their worth 54. To my much honoured Cousin Sir Francis Burdet Baronet The honest Poet Michael Drayton I Must ever honour for your Amity He brought us first acquainted which good turn Made me to fix an Elegie on 's urn Else I might well have spar'd my humble stuffe His own sweet Muse renowning him enough In Warwick-shire your house and mine stand neer I therefore wish we both were setled there So we might often meet and I thereby Your excel'nt conversation oft enjoy What good should you get by it truly none The profit would acrue to me alone 55. To Mrs. Anne Gregson of Ashburn Y' are good and great and had you had some itch For wealth and married God be here had been rich But money you contemn'd it doth appear Content to live a widdow by good Beer 56. To my sweet Cousin Mrs. Isabella Milward Your noble father Sir Iohn Zouch when you Was very young occasion'd you to view Virginia took you thither where some years You spent till you had moistned with your tears His and your eldest sister Katharine's Tombe Interr'd so far from Codnor their old home After so sad a loss you thought it time To return back unto your native clime Where your by all men honour'd husband found A richer Prize then all the spacious ground Known by Vesputius surname ere did give And may you long together happy live 57. An Epitaph on King Arthur Arthur our Worthy whose grand fame in war Shall evermore load Fames triumphant Car This Marble covers nobler dust then those For whom the Pyramids of Egypt rose Had but his life reacht out to his intent Queen Artemisia's wondrous Monument Had been his Sepulchre and not his tombe His merits would have rose to such a summe Nothing but treason foul could periodize The Progress in his Saxon victories And Glassenbury Abbey loudly boasts That it contains the Terrour of their Hoasts 58. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth of France Forbear thy rude approch bold Passenger Henry the Great the fourth of France lies here His claim unto that Crown he knew so right That he for it unarm'd did often fight The sword of Mars Minerva's Lance and Gun Of Mulciber fear never made him shun Cover'd with fire and bullets by his Foes He wore them not as Terrours but his clothes What Spain France and the League could not command With their united force a murtherers hand Did perpetrate Ravilliac struck him from The top of all his Glories to his Tombe As the bright Sun throughout our Hemisphere His course being finished sets full and clear And the next morn again doth beauteous rise And with his beams decks both the earth and skies So he after a life triumphant led Did bid the world adieu and here lies dead And when the last day comes return'd from dust Shall glorious rise and live among the Just 59. Of Fame Fame 's a strange Good and a strange Evil that Doth often give too much and oft detract And sometimes justice doth and hits the Mean Avoiding each extravagant Extream Let us precisely to our duties stick And Fames worst malice shal not wound to th' quick Or if it gives us that which is above Our merits why such flatteries should we love Doth Fame the virtuous right 't is well We shall Else each have's due after his funeral 60. An Epitaph on Mr. Ralph Fitzherbert who dyed at Ashby de la Zouch about the 22 year of his age and lies there buried Cornet Fitzherbert who in many a Fight Lord Loughboroughs Colours bore in the Kings right Lies here inter'd His skill in Musick gone And his good parts all cover'd with this stone He was too brave to find an Enemy To kill him and therefore in 's bed did dye Yet was he young and virtuous but alas On youth and virtue death no pity has Learn therefore Reader that no humane state Is safe and alwayes live prepar'd for Fate 61. Of Death Once born the best must dye why therefore then Should Death inflict such terror on us men Faint-hearted souls they are that fear to run The common Path which there 's no hope to shun A Life to Heaven and Earth in justice led Will give us leave to live in no such Dread They that so pass their dayes the world shall find That they a fair Report do leave behind When those that otherwise do wast their Times Shall fill Posterities mouthes with their foul crimes 62. To Mris. Katharin Pegge my wives eldest sister Although this age is against Crosses set I cannot quit me of my Crosses yet But welcome any Cross that comes we say It may be for our goods another day So let us ever to the Powers divine Our selves and what belongs to us resign That no Prosperity may be allow'd So to exalt our mindes to make us proud And no Adversity deject us so But patiently we may it undergo Then let our Crosses go or Crosses come Whilest we can say the will of Haaven be done 63. Of Cambridge and Oxford Cambridge one doth commend Oxford another And would have one prefer'd above the other VVhen they are best term'd equals And no other Such Foreign Place comes near the one or th' other This my opinion is who would an other May leave to trouble me and ask another 64. To Mrs. Elizabeth Nevil my wives youngest sister If you at Westow-Lodge do live I there Do often wish my self to be so near My mother Cambridge If at Holt you live In Leicestershire I there my self would give The Pleasures of that gallant Seat whose sight Affords fine Prospects various in delight Or if you live at Cressing Temple then Thither my wish transporteth me ageâ— Colchester Oysters and Sea-fish invite Thither ofttimes my longing appetite But pardon me these vanities above All these I your sweet conversation love And your good husbands noble Company Those things I talk'd of but would these enjoy 65. To Parson Dulman Your zealous Ignorance doth oft dispraise Our Poets whatsoever that write Playes So small a pittance you of learning have Their worst of Playes doth all your works outbrave And I your zealous ignorance dispraise Telling you fam'd Nick Machiavil writ Playes But you to write a Play think an offence Is it not worse to preach so much nonsence 66. To Mrs Francis Shalcross and Mrs. Julia Boteler my Niece on their wedding night To bed fair bride your happy groom Full of desire doth long to come Now lye down by her in a trice Your Genial bed's a Paradise Though she 's to lose you are to get Her Zone unti'd untiddles it You need not any sweet forbear Both moving in your proper sphere I need not wish you joy you have What Heaven can give or Lovers crave But truely wish unto this
height It may last both your lives Good night 67. To Captain Mouther I 've been importun'd by some friends to tell How I approve your verses I say well Nor dare I otherwise that understand You have a desperate Courage heavy hand And a long sword Those few that do not matter The trifle cal'd their lives may scorn to flatter And so do I swearing that you write Works Will please the Christians and amaze the Turkes 69. To Mr. Clement Fisher of Wincott Shakspeare your Wincot-Ale hath much renownd That fo'xd a Beggar so by chance was found Sleeping that there needed not many a word To make him to believe he was a Lord But you affirm and in it seem most eager 'T will make a Lord as drunk as any Beggar Bid Norton brew such Ale as Shakspeare fancies Did put Kit Sly into such Lordly trances And let us meet there for a fit of Gladness And drink our selves merry in sober sadness 70. To Astrologers Your Industry to you the art hath given To have great knowledge in th'outside of heaven Beware lest you abuse that Art and sin And therefore never visit it within An Epitaph on Mrs. Brigit Allibond who dyed at Chenye about the eighteenth year of her age and lies there buried Here Brigit Allibond doth buried lye Whos 's too much love occasioned her to dye Insatiate thirst of gold Her Servants friends Sent him to travel and workt ' both their ends There he deceas'd which sad news thrust the Dart Of death through both her ears into her heart So Love chang'd Darts with Death Love too unkind To kill the body with the wound o th' mind Virgins should mourn her loss And by her men May see how Maids belov'd can love agen 72. An Epitaph on Lycisca who forc'd her husband to counterfeit his Religion Here lyes Lycisca that was full of Evil And therefore to be fear'd gone to the Devil Now seeing he and she have set all even Her Husband may walk in the Rode to Heaven 73. To Mrs. Francis Pegge my wifes Neece You once did think to be a Nun but now I hope you will forbeae that sacred vow And if you will be making vows pray take An husband and an holy vow him make So whether you become a Nun or wife Under a vow you may lead out your life 74. To Mr. Gilbert Knyveton and Mr. Thomas Knyueton my wifes Brothers Pray take an house and so continue on The hospitality you have begun For of such means none handsomer did live Or to their friends more generous welcome give Though you from Bradley are remov'd make known To noble minds each Country is their own 75. To my sister Mrs. Katharine Weston We were two brothers and five sisters now They are all dead alas save I and you All that Affection that among us was Let us therefore on one another place So we for Brothers and for sisters love An Emulation shall in others move 76. To my Cousin Mr. John Milward Of women some are foul and some are fair Some virtuous are and others are as bad Some go in poor apparel others rare Some melancholy are and others glad Some are at their prime others decaying are Some are reserv'd and others to be had Some timorous are any thing others dare Some dull and mop'd and others blith and mad Some humorous are others of freakes beware Some love to keep rheir homes others to gad Some high in virtues do themselves declare Others are overwhelm'd in vices sad Ovid would take of all to please his sences Give me a glass of Sack and choose you wenches 77. An Epitaph on Mr. Peter Allibond Fellow of Lincolne Colledge in Oxford Here buried lies within this hollow ground Oxfords prime glory Peter Allibond His Learning Lincolne Colledge hath renown'd And few the road to his high Parts have found Death in his Proctorship gave him his wound And thereby hindred him to go his Round And here hath laid him in a sleep so drown'd Not to awake but by th' last trumpets sound From hence then to arise and to be crown'd We hope with joyes where all joyes do abound 78. To my Niece Mrs. Isabella Boteler Your sister Iulia's married well and so Sweet Niece I wish you were dispos'd of too You the green sickness languish in and sure For that an husband is the proper'st cure What tho child-bearing pains on women drawes Sweet-meats by th' Proverb should have sowre sauce 79. To Mr. Andrew Whitehall You make a Violl speak your nimble hand That instrument seems onely to command How meanly many play strike so amiss That at their want of skill the strings do hiss Like resty horses they false steps do make And the vext strings with very shame to shake VVell tun'd that would agree they wrong so far Their artless violence doth make them jar So they but scrape abuse the strings and stick How dull the quickest are to you more quick Some few with their soft hands may please but you Please not alone but raise amazement too Your fingers on the neck and hand on Bow The motions of the Intellect out-go Such is your playing But if you would write How much you Works all mankind would delight 80. An Epitaph on my Father Mr. Tho. Cokain who deceased in London about the of his age and lyes buryed in St. Giles's Church in the Fields Stay Passenger and read under this stone Here Thomas Cokain lyes Sir Edwards son Mapleton gave him birth but far from home At London he deceas'd and this his Tombe Too mean a Monument for his great worth But virtue never findes reward on earth He was his families Heir but transitory Knowing all terrene wealth chang'd his for glory And here his body soft repose doth take Till him the Angels Trumpets shall awake 81. Of Cats Two Cats fell out and one an other slew May all Cats so to one another do Yet I can them endure would be their friend But that they company so oft offend 82. Of the English Spanish and French The Spaniards love the English they them hate The English love the French and they hate them A strange capriciousness of humane Fate 〈◊〉 Nations should affect whom them contemn Despised Lovers need not to complain Seeing t is known whole kingdomes love in vain 83. Of the Low Dutch The Belgians hate all but themselves wherefor Because no nation else can them endure What should the reason be of such an hate For aid receiv'd they have been so ingrate 84. To Isabel Manifold of the Black Swan in Ashb Heark Isbel Parker Isbel Hood But hold These names might serve were hers not Manifol Pray answer were your husband in the grave Soon after would not you another have If other women divers men should use They would disgrace their names for such abuse But without blushes you may hear it told That you of Men have lain with Manifold 85. To the same As great a wonder as black Swans some guess
right To let your English Martial view the light You will oblige this Nation by your pains Those ' specially to whom the Latin's strange And he in the Elysian shades will smile To heare he speakes the language of this Isle 103. Of Cardinal Bellarmine Of all the writers of the Roman Part Bellarmine thou the most confuted art How happens thy ill Fortune that we call Thy confutation if we drink up all 104. Of Cornelius Gallus A Poet and a Traytour is such news Mercuries and Diurnals do not use Gallus a Traitour Gallows a Reward But sure Augustus did not prove so hard He put him to a nobler death we hope Poets should live by linesn ot dye by 'th rope 105. To Banellus Welcome good Sir to truth and welcome to The way to Heaven which you directly go May we your stedfast footsteps follow even And t is no doubt we shall arrive at Heaven 106. To Mr. Henry Longville Marvel not Friend that oftentimes I write As if in drinking I did take delight I at my best am ill enough and hate To make my self a Beast at any rate Of Mirth and companie I sometimes think The cause that now and then I write of drink 107. Of Catullus Tibullus and Propertius The ancient Epigrammatist Catullus Propertius and the amorous Tibullus Are often bound together what 's the reason They all weremerry Blades at every season Whilst they did live they often were together And now th' are dead th' are bound up so in Leather 108. To my Son Mr. Thomas Cokaine Let others glory in their Hawks and Hounds Their golden heaps and Circuit of their Grounds Their gallant Breed of Horses and their meat Drest so that Heliogabalus would eat Their Mistresses whose Beauties would inflame Unknown Lands Salvages and make them tame Themselves and them so richly dres'd that you The Heavens without a Cloud would think in view Give me a study of good Books and I Envy to none their hugg'd Felicity 109. To Mr. Daniel Millescent Momus doth carp that I do write so few Lines on this Theme and sayes th' are not enow I to a hundred thousand write t is true And worth so many for your worths are you 110. To Mr. Robert Creitton Dr. of Divinity formerly Oratour and Greek Professour of the University of Cambridge Among the many friends that I do name Neglected I do mention you 't were shame You were my Tutour and t is fit I show The world a Part of the Respects I owe Let this poor trifle be an atome of it Although to my disgrace and your no profit Expect from your learn'd Pupils Works of Art I can present you but a grateful heart 111. Of high-spirited women Histories of all ages do declare High-spirited women noble things have done One shall serve mention'd in particular And she the brave Ioeni an Amazon Bonduca long the Romans force withstood And seal'd her love t' her Countrey with her blood 112. To Momus Momus doth grumble Prethee spare me not Th' excception's just thou hast against me got I writ Catullus and the other two Were all of them Contemporaries t is true Valerius ere they flourish'd dy'd I know it Poets may feign in that hold me a Poet With truth of History I was too bold As men tye knots on Ropes to make them hold 113. To Mr. Edmond Ravenhill How in your company I do delight A Pleasure to my ears as well as sight When on the Harpsecals your sister Win Doth play and you upon the Violin I with that musick am affected much She plays so well and eke your Art is such Hast t' us and when with playing you are weary A Bottle of rich sack shall make us merry 114. To Anne Hill Nan Hill th' art good and great Think it not better To grow up to a Mountain and be greater With marriage therefore do not be beguil'd Y' are made a Mountain if y' are got with child But marry Nan Hill if you should grow wanton Rather then to be worse become a Mountain 115. To my honoured kinsman Mr. Edward Darcy Repair your house at Newhall and hast down And leave the noise of this expenceful Town You here deprive your self of many a good To be enjoy'd by Countrey-solitude Pretend not want of Companie For I Will waite upon you oft that live thereby You may reply you better would I grant it Keep a good house there and you need not want it 116. An Epitaph on Mr. Gilbert Knyveston my wives Brother who deceased in London about the 38 year of his age and lies buried at St. Giles in the fields Stay Passenger forbear thy hast And read whom Death herein hath plac't For Gilbert Knyveston here doth lye A shaking of mortality All Ethicks he his practice made On Christian foundation laid His Life was noble and his Death A rich soul did to heaven bequeath His loss we therefore should not mourn But for our selves to sadness turn Lament that we do want so much Of those great worthes that made him such Let 's study him and imitate so That we may prove like him Now go 117. Of amorous Courtship Men do solicite Women they contemne If they are bashful to importune them Man was made first and therefore should begin Do Women They ' gainst Modesty do sin 118. Of Katherine Boer A Catholick German knit his angry brow And cal'd Frier Martin Luthers wife a Sow But such his Passion was it did run ore She could not be a Sow that was a Boar. 119. Of Puritans Against Saints Fasts the Puritans do bawl And why To th' Flesh they are addicted all 120. To my brother in law Mr. William Nevil Dare Cambridgeshire leave off to boast Thy University so crost And Cambridgeshire forbear to vaunt Of Ely fam'd for many a Saint And Westow-lodge henceforth let be The primest glory that 's in thee Where plenty neatness and a right Well-govern'd house yield full delight VVherein you and your Lady give Example how the good should live 121. To Mrs. Alice Nevill his sister Y' are virtuous young and handsome and I dare VVith Sydneyes Queen of Corinth you compare Between you I no difference can write But she was slighted you your servants slight You may relent and I do hope you will If prayers prevail not Cupid use thy skill 122. To Mrs. An Mrs. Mildred Nevil his daughters Henceforth our English youth may cease to glory In famous Sydneys celebrated story For you two sisters shortly must incite Some matchless pen your happy lives to write That unto all this land it may be known Pamela and Philoclea are out-gone 123. To Paulinus Marry in Lent t is strange and yet no treason You say although unusual that season Marriage is not but the solemnization Forbidden then and y 'ave a dispensation The Church hath favour'd you shew it your duty And prize 't henceforth above your Ladies beauty 124. To my honoured friend Major William Warner Playes Eclogues Songs a
so that it appears They should be lov'd by 's as we love our selves But to a Mistress who would not give more Who can choose to give more the love that we Bear to a friend it is an accident a meer one But t is our nature to affect a woman And 't is a glory to preserve a Mistress Entire to ones self without competit ors My reason 's satisfi'd no friendship can Keep in the sword of any rival'd man Fal. Collect your self Carionil Car. You 'l fight with me Fal. I do not wear a weapon for such a Quarrel Car. What more affliction yet t is against manhood A most ignoble murther to take his life Who makes no opposition And yet if death Prevent him not she will be his Sad fates You shall not have Lucora Fal. You wrong our amity by this suspicion I swear I will not Car. How Fal. Consider dear Carionil I grieve To see my friend so over-passionate It is a weakness in you to be pittied Car. My love ore-sway'd my reason pardon me My best Falorus I believe your vertue Would not act such an injury against Your own Carionil Fal. Shall we walk and I 'le tell you all that pass'd 'Twixt me and Polidare Car. I am a thousand waies obliged yours Fal. You are my Carionil I wish no more From you then a perpetuity of love And that our hearts may never be unti'd Car. You are too worthy for my friendship Exunt Scena tertia Enter Antiphila sola reading Fair Antiphila hath hair Would grace the Paphian Queen to weare Fit to tune Heavens Lute withall When the Gods for musick call Fit to make a vail to hide Aurora's blush each morning tide Fit to compose a crafty gin To take the hearts of lookers in Able to make the stubborn kind And who dislike it t' be judg'd blind Though it is soft and fine it ties My heart that it in fetters lies It is a great I know not what I have not Poetry enough in me to give it a name These Lovers are the prettiest fooles I think in the world And t' were not for them I cannot tell what we women should do We desire nothing more then to be praised and their love to us will do it beyond our wishes I gave Philander upon his long importunity a lock of hair and see into what a vein it has put him I 'me sorry he had it not a week sooner I should then perhaps a had a Sonnet-book ere this 't is pitty wit should lie obscurely in any if a lock will give it vent I love him not I shood rather choose his father who is as earnest a suitor to me as he yet I know because of his age very few Ladies wood be of my mind but as yet I care for neither of them Enter Philander Now I must expect an assault 't is in 's ear already he 's very fine Phi. My dear Anniphila you have receiv'd Anti. Your verses Sir I have Phi. I am your true adorer for them Lady Wood your white hand had done me the honour it did them Anti. In what Sir you must explain Phi. That a touch of your skin might have ravish'd me into happiness Anti. The Lock has alter'd your discourse I wood it had shut your mouth Phil. Ther 's no need of that excellent Antiphila I wood rather deprive my self of my tongue then that any word of mine should be offensive unto you Anti. You relish too much of the Court. Phi. Polite words can never misbecome a speaker who hath such a subject Anti. Am I your subject you have cal'd me Mistress Phi. You are my Saint Lady and I must pray to you Anti. Saints hear no prayers some say Phi. Pray you shew otherwaies by granting mine Anti. Have you any more papers Phi. My mouth shall speak mine own errand Anti. You must pardon me now Sir I must leave you Exit Antiphila Phi. She yet is obstinate but I am free From doubt she will continue in that way There is no cause of fears in womens nayes For none of that sex means the thing she saies Enter Rosinda Now Tandorix where 's my father Ros Faith I know not Sir Phi. You are one of the melancholiest servants he keeps Ros It pleases you to say so Sir Phi. They all report so of you Ros I cannot tell Sir Phi. Y' are overlonely be merrier you shood put your self into more companie you should Tandorix I respect you for my mothers sake for whose last sad letter you was entertained here Ros I thank you Sir for your kindness Phy. Farwel Tandorix Exit Phy Ros My son perceives my sadness but the cause Deserves it fully t is now above a year Since I did write that I did drown my self And bare the Paper to my husband when I thought his memorie was somewhat lost And I inur'd unto this habit drawn To 't by a fond desire to know if he Would keep his promise to me with which oathes He oft hath made that never if he should Survive me he would take another wife But he as other men esteems no more Of perjury then common breath 't were fit That husbands vows upon the sands were writ Exit Finis Actus primi Actus secundi Scena prima Enter Lorece and Jaques Lor. I Am beholding to thee Iaques Iaq. I will be dutiful to your Worship Lor. I should be glad to cope with your Lady now methinks I am of a prompter expression then usual Lovers and the Muses are cater-cousins Enter Vandona My Vandona Iaques Iaq. I must vanish like a mist Exit Lor. Farewell grave Titan. I le out with a Poetical Soliloquie in her hearing for my Preludium The gaudy Stars are not more full of glee When golden Phebus setteth in the West Nor do the cheerful Birds with more delight Rejoyce at the new Livery of the spring Then I to have this miracle of beauty Enter within the knowledge of miue eyes Van. He speaks well I woo'd he meant earnest The Gentleman seems very deserving but he is something wild Lor. She shall be stoutly accosted Impudency is a very happy quality in a wooer Van. A comes Lor. Lady you are not a puny in the Court of Cupid and therefore I hope need not the tedious circumstances of an annual service I am bold to tell you plainly I love you and if I find occasion I will maintain it boldly Van. I pray you Mr. Lorece desist Lor. Never my sweet Vandona my descent I know you doubt not and my affection you need not Whilest I live I shall love you and if you die your memory Van. I shall be catch'd We widows are glass mettal soon broke Lor. I can do no more Lady and I will do no less Van. Your habit carriage and discourse Sir shew you a Traveller Lor. My boldness she means Sweetest Vandona I have been one The habits conditions and situations of many great kingdoms I have exactly gathered into my
make it Pol. Think of my will I give you time Exeunt all but Rosinda Rosin They have hard fortune which the Gods remove That where they cannot are compel'd to love I woo'd she had Carionil I esteem not the ancient Enmity Between the families Enter Phyginois Now Draculemion how do you Phy. At your beck and in good health brave sparks of generosity Ros I must needs attend my Lord otherwise We would have had one pint together Phyg Thou art a joviall Lad. Farewell Ex. Rosin O my Nentis thou art a worthy Andromache and dost deserve Hector the couragious Trojan Wagg Enter Philander Phil. They are not here Phyg I must to my trick agen Divine Apollo and the Muses nine Can ye behold his ruine unto whom Ye have vouchsafed sacred Poesie Or see him sleep under a hedge i' th field Who hath so often on Parnassus lain Or seek the River for to quench his thirst Who at Boeotian Hippocrene hath Pledged Mnemosyne in full-fraught Cups Or wander bareleg'd who upon the Stage Hath acted oftentimes in Sockes and Buskins Or see him tan'd for want of an old Hat Whose Temples unto his immortal praise Ye have so richly view'd begirt with Bayes Phil. Daculemion I am glad to find thee l'â—e have a speech Phyg Your VVorship shall As yet the contentious night has not exterminated Hyperion from the celestial Globe who daily useth to hawke with the firmamental Eagle and to hunt Ursa Major round about the Forrest of the skie to go to plow when he wants Corn with Taurus and when he is hungry to eat Aries and at night when he comes 'i th VVest to court the Lady Virgo to be his bedfellow whom because he cannot obtain he lashes on his horses and goes and reports his stubbornness to his friends at the Antipodes Nor as yet hath the Trumpeter Boreas blown stormy Clouds into our Horizon to deprive our eyes from the powerful radiance of his orbicular and refulgent head Nor as yet am I weary to do you service nor will be while I am able Phil. Here 's for you VVhat a wordy nothing thou hast spoken Phyg You have given me current silver for it Y' are a bountiful gallant Exit Phil. My father is my Rival and I find To him Antiphila is most inclin'd What the Fates will we never can prevent And till the end we know not their intent Exit FINIS Actus Secundi Actus Tertii Scena Prima Enter Falorus solus Fal. A Potion he hath took and is orecome By the deceitful working of 't and lies As if he had no interest in this life Lucora I have sent for that we may See how she 'l take it for by her carriage now We shall perceive if there be any hope Enter Cleanthe What will the Lady deign her presence here Cle. She will my Lord. Falo T is well Cle. And is at hand of entring Falo Prithee Anclethe bid them bring out my friend Exit Cleanthe Though once Carionil did not believe My protestations to him to relinquish All title to Lucora yet I meant it Were she a Lady farre more excellent And richer in the ornaments of Nature Did she exceed the fairest of her Sex More then fine-featur'd Mars the ugliest Satyre Were her tongue Musick and her words enchanting And her conditions gentle like a Goddess I 'de rather carry Aetna in my breast Then be disloyal to my friend farre rather Enter Cleanthe and Servants putting forth a Bel with Carionil upon it Thou art most dutiful Anclethe O Art Natures most curious imitatresse How like a body late depriv'd of life Does he lie sleeping without motion Enter Lucora and Nentis Cle. My Lord the Lady Lucora Fal. Draw back But stay you here Anclethe Exeunt Servi I thank you Lady for this favour to us Were Carionil alive he would requite it He would unto the utmost Luc. My Lord I 'me sorry that a gentleman reputed ever Most wise and voyced by a general fame To be complete and perfect in all goodness The which Carionil was should thus destroy The great opinion all the world had of him His depriving himself of his own life For that foolish affection he bare me I having often told him that he spent His service barrenly and that it would Yield him no fruit was such a weakness in him That his lives honour his deathes shame hath ruin'd Hither I came at his dying request Which his Boy told me was to have me see What my obdurateness hath urg'd him to For so he term'd it his desire is satisfi'd Were he alive agen I could not love him Siâ— I should love him less for the poor weakness This act accuses him of I should believe me And so my Lord I take my leave Nent Had I been his Mistris he had liv'd Aside Fal. Stay Lady Shew more respect for truly he deserv'd it Clean. But kiss his lips if you will do no more Luc. The Boy and all Clean. Speaks reason Aside Luc. His will I have accomplish'd Farewell Sir Exeunt Luco and Nent Fal. Hath she a heart or if she have what mettal or stone is it of Dost thou not think Anclethe that man happy Who 's free from all the molestations That are concomitants to affection And to the grievous bondage of a woman Cle. My Lord contingently Fal. Thy timeless inexperience doth deceive thee Believe me boy there does not live a woman Who more then complementally is my Mistris Cle. Sir you do not fear to love one of them Fal. Yes and the Gods keep me still in that fear Sure such another as Lucora put out Cupids eyes O women women Cle. Truly my Lord I do believe all Ladies Are not cruel indeed I do Fal. Thou art too young to be suspected otherwise I should think that some subtile false one had Beguil'd thy youth Nature has work'd the Potion out Cle. My Lord recovers strength Car. How i st Fal. How does my friend Car. Repeat my destiny Fal. Receive it with as calm a quietness As I deliver it your ear Privately Cle. Vouchsafe him patience O ye Gods Car. When huge-wav'd Rivers from the earths high banks Precipitate themselves into the Ocean Will stilness follow Can you think then can you I may be quiet was Iove so when the great Brood of the Earth the Giants did assay Olympus conquest Can I then a poor Dejected man be calm when all the misery The world can send it pours on me fully Aeolus run thy ventrous sword again Into the Rocks and give an Issue to The winds that they may with their irefull blasts Remove the world from off it 's stedfast hinge Or blow the Pole-Stars out and so let fall This Globe we breath on Or by whirlwinds force Both Sexes collect together and carry them In't places opposite The one into The Arctick the other the Southern Regions And let them of themselves propagate the like So womens Tyrannies can do no ill And men perform
agen your poor vassal my Lord thus will we spend our daies in these delights so will we kiss Flametta I beseech your Honour to pardon me we nere will be a weary of our selves if thou dost sigh thy Trappolin will weep your Honour shall command me alwaies and when thou singst thy Trappolin will dance Flam. And I am thine my honest Trappolin And ever will be constant unto thee Trap. I 'le attend your Honour presently Flam. There 's no man alive shall make me prove Unfaithful unto thee so much I love Trap. Your Lordship must pardon me a little I am something busie Flam. My Trappolin shall not bestow a kiss But I will pay it him with usury It is impossible for thee to be More thy Flametta's then Flametta's thine Trap. I will come to your Honour presently Flam. Pardon Sweetheart that now I must be gone My stay another time shall make amends A kiss my dear my lovely Trappolin With such I shall be never satisfied Exit Trap. Farewel my dear rogue my Lord I come Your Honour must pardon me you saw how I was employ'd I could not leave the poor fool your Lordship sees she loves me and protest her labour is not lost now if your Honour hath any thing to command me I am ready Trappolino your poor servant Barb. You are a sawcy peremptory villain And I have well perceiv'd your base demeanor Although I see the wench is yours you shall Repent the freedome of your evil language Be sure you shall Exit Trap. Good morrow my Lord Let him do his worst I care not a rush for him he would ha my wench and I am glad I abus'd him I ha made his Honour something collerick let him disgest it how he will Exit Enter Lavinio the great Duke Prudentia Barbarin Machavil and others Lavin The Tuscane glory have we yet upheld And from the fierce assaults of enemies Rescued our cities set them in a peace As happy as the Gods did ere vouchsafe Sforza the Duke of Milain our old friend Who hath in all our wars still sent us aide Hath promised me the matchless Isabella His sister for my wife and seeing now We have no more to do with enemies I will to Milain go and marry her And quickly unto Florence will return Where I will celebrate our nuptial With that magnificence becomes our state You whom I ever have found faithful to me Lord Barbarino and Lord Machivil To you I do commit the government Of Tuscany until I return And full commission to do what you shall See necessary for the good of Florence My dear Prudentia the onely joy Of our deceased Father the last Duke Live happy and enjoy thy own desires Which I do know are vertuous all Prud. Most noble Sir it is impossible That I should happy be and you not present But I am unworthy to beseech your stay Go and be fortunate in a worthy choice While I to heaven pray for your safe return Dear sweet Prudentia and also Lords Look well unto my prisoner Brunetto Yet let him want nothing but a free release For sure he is more then he seems to be I have been long about this journey now All things are ready my Prudentia Farewel and sister be not melancholy For in few weeks I will return and bring A sister home to keep thee company The beauteous Milanes Prud. And may she prove According to your wishes noble Sir Barb. And be a joy unto the Florentines Mach. And be a happy mother that there may Not want an heir unto your Highness Lav. Our thanks Onward t is time I were upon my way Exeunt Barba Now will I be reveng d of Trappolin Who hath so boldly to my face abus'd me I have authority to do 't withall I 'le make him to repent his sawciness Enter Trappolin He 's here but I will do 't as if by Justice Trap. I can think of nothing but my pretty villain Flammetta O 't is a dear rogue and she saies she loves me and I know she does when I have married her I will betake me to the country where we will live as jovial as the day is long Enter Mattemores the Spanish Captain Mat I 'le fight for Florence while I have a vein To hold my heart from falling unto death Nor shall the Longobardy Mantuaus Ere win a Flag while I am in the field I 'de make the Tuscan Duke to know the man Whom he hath trusted to conduct his troops Durst but Gonzaga ever stir again Methinks there is no nobler thing on earth Then to see hills of bodies lakes of blood No braver Musick then the Martial Drum Nor Diapasons sweeter to the ear Then unto it the Warlike Trumpets make When I but hear this harmony I could Full of delight venter my single person Against an armed Troop Away with peace It is the Canker and the bane of minds 'T is that which makes us to forget our selves And spend our lives in sensuality Then glorious war advance thy armed arm That soldiers may have waies to shew themselves Wo'd Gothes and Vandals once again would come Int ' Italy or Moors into our Spain That Mattemores might wear out his sword With hewing bones and cleaving armed men Each thing doth to his centre fall and I Would unto mine which is to fight or die Who art thou Trap. I Matte I you what are you to good to be asked Trap. I am Trappolin Matte By that I know not art thou a man of war Is Trappolin in any Captains roll I' st writ Trap. Yes Seignior Captain in the Parsons book The day thereof my baptisme is set down Mat. And in that honour oft hast thou ere fought With Infidels and slain a score or two Trap. Not I Heavens be prais'd a score or two said you Captain then should I sure never escape for I promise you many an one is hang'd for killing of one Mat. Fie what an ignorance is this hast thou a mind to become now a souldier Trap. Indeed Seignior Captain I cannot resolve you as yet I am about a wife I le ask her if she will turn souldier too and then if I like it ther 's an end But I pray you Captain what is a souldier Mat. A souldier Trappolin is he that does Venter his life a hundred times a day VVood in his countries and his Princes cause Stand canon shot and wood of steeled pikes VVood when his bodie 's full of wounds all night Lie in the field and sleep upon his helm Trap. Good Captain pardon me neither I nor Flametta will be souldiers heavens defend venter my life so many times a day there is more safety and gain in turning thief I love my countrey and Prince well but my self better 't is good sleeping in a whole skin t is better lying with Flametta in a warm bed marry I had thought a souldier had not been such a fool How many of them might there be in Florence Sir