That soule immortall and the same 't is now Death cannot raze th' affects shee now retayneth And then may shee be any where shee will The soules of parents rule not childrens soules When death sets both in their dissolu'd estates Then is no child nor father then eternitie Frees all from any temporall respect I come my OVID take me in thine armes And let me breathe my soule into thy brest OVID O stay my loue the hopes thou do'st conceiue Of thy quicke death and of thy future life Are not autenticall Thou choosest death So thou might'st ioy thy loue in th' other life But know my princely loue when thou art dead Thou onely must suruiue in perfect soule And in the soule are no affections We powre out our affections with our bloud And with our blouds affections fade our loues No life hath loue in such sweet state as this No essence is so deare to moodie sense As flesh and bloud whose quintessence is sense Beautie compos'd of bloud and flesh moues more And is more plausible to bloud and flesh Then spirituall beautie can be to the spirit Such apprehension as we haue in dreames When sleepe the bond of senses locks them vp Such shall we haue when death destroies them quite If loue be then thy obiect change not life Liue high and happy still I still below Close with my fortunes in thy height shall ioy IVLI. Ay me that vertue whose braue eagles wings With euery stroke blow starres in burning heauen Should like a swallow preying toward stormes Fly close to earth and with an eager plume Pursue those obiects which none else can see But seeme to all the world the emptie aire Thus thou poore OVID and all vertuous men Must prey like swallowes on inuisible foode Pursuing flies or nothing and thus loue And euery worldly phansie is transpos'd By worldly tyrannie to what plight it list O father since thou gau'st me not my mind Striue not to rule it Take but what thou gau'st To thy disposure Thy affections Rule not in me I must beare all my griefes Let me vse all my pleasures vertuous loue Was neuer scandall to a Goddesse state But hee 's inflexible and my deare loue Thy life may chance be shortned by the length Of my vnwilling speeches to depart Farewell sweet life though thou be yet exil'd Th' officious court enioy me amply still My soule in this my breath enters thine eares And on this turrets floore will I lie dead Till we may meet againe In this proud height I kneele beneath thee in my prostrate loue And kisse the happy sands that kisse thy feet Great IOVE submits a scepter to a cell And louers ere they part will meet in hell OVID Farewell all companie and if I could All light with thee hells shade should hide my browes Till thy deare beauties beames redeem'd my vowes IVLI. OVID Shee calls him backe my loue alas may we not stay A little longer think'st thou vndiscern'd OVID For thine owne good faire Goddesse doe not stay Who would ingage a firmament of fires Shining in thee for me a falling starre Be gone sweet life-bloud if I should discerne Thy selfe but toucht for my sake I should die IVLI. I will be gone then and not heauen it selfe Shall draw me backe He calls her backe OVID Yet IVLIA if thou wilt A little longer stay IVLI. I am content OVID O mightie OVID what the sway of heauen Could not retire my breath hath turned back IVLI. Who shall goe first my loue my passionate eyes Will not endure to see thee turne from mee OVID If thou goe first my soule will follow thee IVLI. Then we must stay OVID Ay me there is no stay In amorous pleasures if both stay both die I heare thy father hence my deitie Feare forgeth sounds in my deluded eares I did not heare him I am mad with loue There is no spirit vnder heauen that workes With such illusion yet such witchcraft kill mee Ere a sound mind without it saue my life Here on my knees I worship the blest place That held my goddesse and the louing aire That clos'd her body in his silken armes Vaine OVID kneele not to the place nor aire Shee 's in thy heart rise then and worship there The truest wisdome silly men can haue Is dotage on the follies of their flesh Act V. Scene I. CAESAR MECOENAS GALLVS TIBVLLVS HORACE EQVITES RO. WE that haue conquer'd still to saue the conquer'd And lou'd to make inflictions feard not felt Grieu'd to reproue and ioyfull to reward More proud of reconcilement then reuenge Resume into the late state of our loue Worthy CORNELIVS GALLVS and TIBVLLVS You both are gentlemen you CORNELIVS A souldier of renowne and the first prouost That euer let our Roman eagles flie On swarthy Aegypt quarried with her spoiles Yet not to beare cold formes nor mens out-termes Without the inward fires and liues of men You both haue vertues shining through your shapes To shew your titles are not writ on posts Or hollow statues which the best men are Without Promethean stuffings reacht from heauen Sweet poesies sacred garlands crowne your gentrie Which is of all the faculties on earth The most abstract and perfect if shee bee True borne and nurst with all the sciences Shee can so mould Rome and her monuments Within the liquid marble of her lines That they shall stand fresh and miraculous Euen when they mixe with innouating dust In her sweet streames shall our braue Roman spirits Chace and swim after death with their choise deeds Shining on their white shoulders and therein Shall Tyber and our famous riuers fall With such attraction that th' ambitious line Of the round world shall to her center shrinke To heare their musicke And for these high parts CAESAR shall reuerence the Pierian artes MECoe. Your Maiesties high grace to poesie Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions Of leaden soules who for the vaine assumings Of some quite worthlesse of her soueraigne wreaths Containe her worthiest prophets in contempt GALL. Happy is Rome of all earths other states To haue so true and great a president For her inferiour spirits to imitate As CAESAR is who addeth to the sunne Influence and lustre in encreasing thus His inspirations kindling fire in vs HORA. PHOEBVS himselfe shall kneele at CAESARS shrine And deck it with bay-garlands dew'd with wine To quite the worship CAESAR does to him Where other Princes hoisted to their thrones By fortunes passionate and disordered power Sit in their height like clouds before the sunne Hindring his comforts and by their excesse Of cold in vertue and crosse heate in vice Thunder and tempest on those learned heads Whom CAESAR with such honour doth aduance TIBV. All humane businesse fortune doth command Without all order and with her blinde hand Shee blinde bestowes blinde gifts that still haue nurst They see not who nor how but still the worst CAES. CAESAR for his rule and for so much stuffe As fortune puts
Then without further ceremonie thus My brother WELL-BRED sir I know not how Of late is much declin'd in what he was And greatly alter'd in his disposition When he came first to lodge here in my house Ne're trust me if I were not proud of him Me thought he bare himselfe in such a fashion So full of man and sweetnesse in his carriage And what was chiefe it shew'd not borrowed in him But all he did became him as his owne And seem'd as perfect proper and possest As breath with life or colour with the bloud But now his course is so irregular So loose affected and depriu'd of grace And he himselfe withall so farre falne off From that first place as scarse no note remaines To tell mens iudgements where he lately stood Hee 's growne a stranger to all due respect Forgetfull of his friends and not content To stale himselfe in all societies He makes my house here common as a Mart A Theater a publike receptacle For giddie humour and diseased riot And here as in a tauerne or a stewes He and his wild associates spend their houres In repetition of lasciuious iests Sweare leape drinke dance and reuell night by night Controll my seruants and indeed what not DOW. 'Sdeynes I know not what I should say to him i' the whole world He values me at a crackt three-farthings for ought I see It will neuer out o' the flesh that 's bred i' the bone I haue told him inough one would thinke if that would serue But counsell to him is as good as a shoulder of mutton to a sicke horse Well! he knowes what to trust to for GEORGE Let him spend and spend and domineere till his heart ake an' hee thinke to bee relieu'd by me when he is got into one o' your citie pounds the Counters he has the wrong sow by the eare ifaith and claps his dish at the wrong mans dore I 'le lay my hand o' my halfe-peny e're I part with 't to fetch him out I 'le assure him KIT. Nay good brother let it not trouble you thus DOW. 'S death he mads me I could eate my very spur-lethers for anger But why are you so tame Why doe not you speake to him and tell him how he disquiets your house KIT. O there are diuers reasons to disswade brother But would your selfe vouchsafe to trauaile in it Though but with plaine and easie circumstance It would both come much better to his sense And sauour lesse of stomack or of passion You are his elder brother and that title Both giues and warrants you authoritie Which by your presence seconded must breed A kinde of dutie in him and regard Whereas if I should intimate the least It would but adde contempt to his neglect Heape worse on ill make vp a pile of hatred That in the rearing would come tottring downe And in the ruine burie all our loue Nay more then this brother if I should speake He would be readie from his heate of humor And ouer-flowing of the vapour in him To blow the eares of his familiars With the false breath of telling what disgraces And low disparadgments I had put vpon him Whilst they sir to relieue him in the fable Make their loose comments vpon euery word Gesture or looke I vse mocke me all ouer From my flat cap vnto my shining shooes And out of their impetuous rioting phant'sies Beget some slander that shall dwell with me And what would that be thinke you mary this They would giue out because my wife is faire My selfe but lately married and my sister Here soiourning a virgin in my house That I were iealous nay as sure as death That they would say And how that I had quarrell'd My brother purposely thereby to finde An apt pretext to banish them my house DOW. Masse perhaps so They' are like inough to doe it KIT. Brother they would beleeue it so should I Like one of these penurious quack-saluers But set the bills vp to mine owne disgrace And trie experiments vpon my selfe Lend scorne and enuie oportunitie To stab my reputation and good name Act II. Scene II. MATTHEW BOBADIL DOWNE-RIGHT KITELY I Will speake to him BOB. Speake to him away by the foot of PHARAOH you shall not you shall not doe him that grace The time of day to you Gentleman o' the house Is Mr. WELL-BRED stirring DOW. How then what should he doe BOB. Gentleman of the house it is to you is he within sir KIT. He came not to his lodging to night sir I assure you DOW. Why doe you heare you BOB. The gentleman-citizen hath satisfied mee I le talke to no scauenger DOW. How scauenger stay sir stay KIT. Nay brother DOWNE-RIGHT DOW. 'Heart stand you away and you loue me KIT. You shall not follow him now I pray you brother Good faith you shall not I will ouer-rule you DOW. Ha scauenger well goe to I say little but by this good day god forgiue me I should sweare if I put it vp so say I am the rankest cow that euer pist 'Sdeynes and I swallow this I le ne're draw my sword in the sight of Fleet-street againe while I liue I le sit in a barne with Madge-howlet and catch mice first Scauenger 'Heart and I le goe neere to fill that huge tumbrell-slop of yours with somewhat and I haue good lucke your GARAGANTVA breech cannot carry it away so KIT. Oh doe not fret your selfe thus neuer thinke on 't DOW. These are my brothers consorts these these are his Cam'rades his walking mates hee 's a gallant a Caualiero too right hang-man cut Let me not liue and I could not finde in my heart to swinge the whole ging of 'hem one after another and begin with him first I am grieu'd it should be said he is my brother and take these courses Wel as he brewes so he shall drinke for GEORGE againe Yet he shall heare on 't and that tightly too and I liue Ifaith KIT. But brother let your reprehension then Runne in an easie current not ore-high Carried with rashnesse or deuouring choller But rather vse the soft perswading way Whose powers will worke more gently and compose Th' imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaime More winning then enforcing the consent DOW. Bell rings I I let me alone for that I warrant you KIT. How now oh the bell rings to breakefast Brother I pray you goe in and beare my wife Companie till I come I le but giue order Forsome dispatch of businesse to my seruants To them Act II. Scene III KITELY COB DAME KITELY WHat COB our maides will haue you by the back Ifaith For comming so late this morning COB Perhaps so sir take heed some body haue not them by the belly I 'le passes by with his tankard for walking so late in the euening KIT. Well yet my troubled spirit's somewhat eas'd Though not repos'd in that securitie As I could wish But I must be content How e're I set a face on 't to the world Would I had
three or foure gallons of vineger to sharpen my wits Reuenge vineger reuenge vineger and mustard reuenge nay and hee had not lyen in my house 't would neuer haue grieu'd me but being my guest one that I le be sworne my wife ha's lent him her smock off her back while his one shirt ha's beene at washing pawn'd her neckerchers for cleane bands for him sold almost all my platters to buy him tabacco and he to turne monster of ingratitude and strike his lawfull host well I hope to raise vp an host of furie for 't here comes Iustice CLEMENT Act III. Scene VII. CLEMENT KNO'WELL FORMALL COB WHat 's master KITELY gone ROGER FOR. I sir CLEM. 'Hart of me what made him leaue vs so abruptly How now sirra what make you here what would you haue ha COB And 't please your worship I am a poore neighbour of your worships CLEM. A poore neighbour of mine why speake poore neighbour COB I dwell sir at the signe of the water-tankerd hard by the greene lattice I haue paid scot and lot there any time this eighteene yeeres CLEM. To the greene lattice COB No sir to the parish mary I haue seldome scap't scot-free at the lattice CLEM. O well what businesse ha's my poore neighbour with me COB And 't like your worship I am come to craue the peace of your worship CLEM. Of mee knaue peace of mee knaue did I e're hurt thee or threaten thee or wrong thee ha COB No sir but your worships warrant for one that ha's wrong'd me sir his armes are at too much libertie I would faine haue them bound to a treatie of peace an' my credit could compasse it with your worship CLEM. Thou goest farre inough about for 't I am sure KNO. Why doest thou goe in danger of thy life for him friend COB No sir but I goe in danger of my death euery houre by his meanes an' I die within a twelue-moneth and a day I may sweare by the law of the land that he kill'd me CLEM. How how knaue sweare he kill'd thee and by the law what pretence what colour hast thou for that COB Mary and 't please your worship both black and blew colour inough I warrant you I haue it here to shew your worship CLEM. What is he that gaue you this sirra COB A gentleman and a souldier he saies he is o' the citie here CLEM. A souldier o' the citie What call you him COB Captayne BOBADIL CLEM. BOBADIL And why did he bob and beate you sirrah How began the quarrell betwixt you ha speake truely knaue I aduise you COB Mary indeed and please your worship onely because I spake against their vagrant tabacco as I came by 'hem when they were taking on 't for nothing else CLEM. Ha you speake against tabacco FORMALL his name FORM. What 's your name sirra COB OLIVER sir OLIVER COB sir CLEM. Tell OLIVER COB he shall goe to the iayle FORMALL FORM. OLIVER COB my master Iustice CLEMENT saies you shall goe to the iayle COB O I beseech your worship for gods sake deare master Iustice CLEM. Nay gods pretious and such drunkards and tankards as you are come to dispute of tabacco once I haue done away with him COB O good master Iustice sweet old gentleman KNO. Sweet OLIVER would I could doe thee any good Iustice CLEMENT let me intreat you sir CLEM. What a thred-bare rascall a begger a slaue that neuer drunke out of better then pisse-pot mettle in his life and he to depraue and abuse the vertue of an herbe so generally receiu'd in the courts of princes the chambers of nobles the bowers of sweet ladies the cabbins of souldiers ROGER away with him by gods pretious I say goe too COB Deare master Iustice Let mee bee beaten againe I haue deseru'd it but not the prison I beseech you KNO. Alas poore OLIVER CLEM. ROGER make him a warrant hee shall not goe I but feare the knaue FORM. Doe not stinke sweet OLIVER you shall not goe my master will giue you a warrant COB O the Lord maintayne his worship his worthy worship CLEM. Away dispatch him How now master KNO'WEL In dumps In dumps Come this becomes not KNO. Sir would I could not feele my cares CLEM. Your cares are nothing they are like my cap soone put on and as soone put off What your sonne is old inough to gouerne himselfe let him runne his course it 's the onely way to make him a stay'd man If he were an vnthrift a ruffian a drunkard or a licentious liuer then you had reason you had reason to take care but being none of these mirth 's my witnesse an' I had twise so many cares as you haue I 'ld drowne them all in a cup of sacke Come come let 's trie it I muse your parcell of a souldier returnes not all this while Act IIII. Scene I. DOWNE-RIGHT DAME KITELY WEll sister I tell you true and you 'll finde it so in the end DAME Alas brother what would you haue mee to doe I cannot helpe it you see my brother brings 'hem in here they are his friends DOW. His friends his fiends S'lud they doe nothing but hant him vp and downe like a sort of vnluckie sprites and tempt him to all manner of villanie that can be thought of Well by this light a little thing would make me play the deuill with some of 'hem and 't were not more for your husbands sake then any thing else I 'ld make the house too hot for the best on hem they should say and sweare hell were broken loose e're they went hence But by gods will 't is no bodies fault but yours for an' you had done as you might haue done they should haue beene perboyl'd and bak'd too euery mothers sonne e're they should ha' come in e're a one of 'hem DAME God's my life did you euer heare the like what a strange man is this Could I keepe out all them thinke you I should put my selfe against halfe a dozen men should I Good faith you 'ld mad the patient'st body in the world to heare you talke so without any sense or reason Act IIII. Scene II. Mrs. BRIDGET Mr. MATTHEW DAME KITELY DOWNE-RIGHT WEL-BRED STEPHEN ED. KNO'WELL BOBADIL BRAYNE-WORME GASH SEruant in troth you are too prodigall Of your wits treasure thus to powre it forth Vpon so meane a subiect as my worth MAT. You say well mistris and I meane as well DOWN. Hoy-day here is stuffe WELL. O now stand close pray heauen shee can get him to reade He should doe it of his owne naturall impudencie BRID. Seruant what is this same I pray you MATT. Mary an Elegie an Elegie an odde toy DOWN. To mock an ape withall O I could sow vp his mouth now DAME Sister I pray you let 's heare it DOWN. Are you rime-giuen too MATT. Mistris I le reade it if you please BRID. Pray you doe seruant DOWN. O here 's no fopperie Death I can endure the stocks better E. KN. What
Intreat your poore friend to walke off a little signior I will salute the knight CARL. Come lap 't vp lap 't vp FAST You are right well encountred sir how do's your saire dog PVNT. In reasonable state sir what citizen is that you were consorted with a marchant of any worth FAST 'T is signior DELIRO sir. PVNT. Salute Is it he Saue you sir. DELI Good sir PVNTARVOLO MACI. O what copie of foole would this place minister to one endew'd with patience to obserue it CARL. Nay looke you sir now you are gentleman you must carry a more exalted presence change your mood and habit to a more aâ—stere forme be exceeding proud stand vpon your gentilitie and scorne euery man Speake nothing humbly neuer discourse vnder a nobleman though you ne're saw him butriding to the Starre-chamber it 's all one Loue no man Trust no man Speake ill of no man to his face nor well of any man behind his backe Salute fairely on the front and wish 'hem hang'd vpon the turne Spread your selfe vpon his bosome publikely whose heart you would caâ—e in priuate These be principles thinke on 'hem I 'le come to you againe presently PVNT. Sirra keepe close yet not so close thy breath will thawmy ruffe SOGI O good cousin I am a little busie how do's my neece I am to walke with a knight here Act III. Scene V. FVNGOSO TAYLOR To them O He is here looke you sir that 's the gentleman TAIL What he i' the blush-colour'd sattin FVNG. I he sir though his sute blush hee blushes not looke you that 's the sute sir I would haue mine such a sute without difference such stuffe such a wing such a sleeue such a skirt belly and all therefore pray you obserue it Haue you a paire of tables FAST Why doe you see sir they say I am phantasticall why true I know it and I pursue my humour still in contempt of this censorious age S'light and a man should doe nothing but what a sort of stale iudgements about this towne will approue in him he were a sweet asse I 'ld beg him yfaith I ne're knew any more find fault with a fashion then they that knew not how to put themselues in to 't For mine owne part so I please mine owne appetite I am carelesse what the fustie world speakes of me Puh FVNG. Doe you marke how it hangs at the knee there TAIL I warrant you sir. FVNG. For gods sake doe note all doe you see the collar sir TAIL Feare nothing it shall not differ in a stitch sir. FVNG. Pray heau'n it doe not you 'le make these linings serue and helpe me to a chapman for the out-side will you TAIL I 'le doe my best sir you 'le put it off presently FVNG. I goe with mee to my chamber you shall haue it but make haste of it for the loue of a customer for I 'le fit i' my old sute or else lie a bed and reade the Arcadia till you haue done CARL. O if euer you were strucke with a iest gallants now now I doe vsher the most strange peece of militarie profession that euer was discouer'd in Insula Paulina FAST Where where PVNT. What is he for a creature CARL. A pimpe a pimpe that I haue obseru'd yonder the rarest superficies of a humour hee comes euery morning to emptie his hangs in Paules here and offers vp some fiue or sixe Hecatomb's of faces and sighes and away againe Here he comes nay walke walke be not seene to note him and we shall haue excellent sport Act III. Scene VI. SHIFT To them PVN S'Lid hee vented a sighâ—'ne now I thought he would haue blowne vp the church CAR. O you shall haue him giue a number of those false fires ere hee depart FAST See now he is expostulating with his rapier looke looke CARL. Did you euer in your daies obserue better passion ouer a hilt PVNT. Except it were in the person of a cutlers boy or that the fellow were nothing but vapour I should thinke it impossible CARL. See againe he claps his sword o' the head as who should say well goe to FAST O violence I wonder the blade can containe it selfe being so prouokt CARL. With that the moody squire thumpt his brest Andrear'd his eyen to heauen â—or reuenge SOGL. Troth and you be good gentlemen let 's make 'hem friends and take vp the matter betweene his rapier and him CARL. Nay if you intend that you must lay downe the matter for this rapier it seemes is in the nature a hanger on and the good gentleman would happily be rid of him FAST By my faith and 't is to be suspected I 'le aske him MACI. O here 's rich stuffe for lifes sake let vs goe A man would wish himselfe a senselesse pillar Rather then view these monstrous prodigies Nil habet infâ—elix paupertas durius in se Quà m quòd ridiculos homines facit FAST Signior SHIFT At your seruice FAST Will you sell your rapier CARL. Sbloud he is turn'd wild vpon the question hee lookes as hee had seene a serjeant SHIFT Sell my rapier now fate blesse me PVNT. Amen SHIFT You ask't me if I would sell my rapier sir FAST I did indeed SHIFT Now lord haue mercy vpon me PVNT. Amen I say still SHIFT S'lud sir what should you behold in my face sir that should moue you as they say sir to aske me sir if I would sell my rapier FAST Nay let me pray you sir bee not mou'd I protest I would rather haue beene silent then any way offensiue had I knowne your nature SHIFT Sell my rapier 'ods lid Nay sir for mine owne part as I am a man that has seru'd in causes or so so I am not apt to injure any gentleman in the degree of falling foule but sell my rapier I will tell you sir I haue seru'd with this foolish rapier where some of vs dare not appeare in haste I name no man but let that passe Sell my rapier death to my lungs This rapier sir has trauail'd by my side sir the best part of France and the low Countrey I haue seene Vâ—ishing Brill and the Hâ—ghe with this rapier sir in my lord of Leysters time and by gods will he that should offer to disrapier me now I would Looke you sir you presume to be a gentleman of sort and so likewise your friends here if you haue any disposition to trauell for the sight of seruice or so one two or all of you I can lend you letters to diâ—ers officers and commanders in the low Countries that shall for my cause doe you all the good offices that shall pertaine or belong to gentlemen of your Please you to shew the bountie of your minde sir to impart some ten groates or halfe a crowne to our vse till our abilitie be of grow'th to returne it and we shall thinke our selfe Sbloud sell my rapier SOGL. I pray you what said he signior hee 's a proper man FAST Mary he
and dispatch you Lord how my heart trembles here are no spies are there FAST No sweet mistris why are you in this passion FALL O lord Master FASTIDIVS if you knew how I tooke vp my husband to day when hee said hee would arrest you and how I rail'd at him that perswaded him to 't the scholer there who on my conscience loues you now and what care I tooke to send you intelligence by my brother and how I gaue him foure soueraignes for his paines and now how I came running out hither without man or boy with me so soone as I heard on 't you 'ld say I were in a passion indeed your keeper for gods sake O Master BRISKE as 't is in EVPHVES Hard is the choise when one is compelled either by silence to die with griefe or by speaking to liue with shame FAST Faire lady I conceiue you and may this kisse assure you that where aduersitie hath as it were contracted prosperitie shall not gods me your husband FALL O me Act V. Scene XI DELIRO MACILENTE FALLACE FAST BRISKE I is 't thus MACI. Why how now signior DELIRO has the wolfe seene you ha hath GORGONS head made marble of you DELI Some Planet strike me dead MACI. Why looke you sir I told you you might haue suspected this long afore had you pleas'd and ha' sau'd this labour of admiration now and passion and such extremities as this fraile lumpe of flesh is subiect vnto Nay why doe you not dote now signior Mee thinkes you should say it were some enchantment deceptio visus or so ha if you could perswade your selfe it were a dreame now 't were excellent saith trie what you can do signior it may be your imagination will be brought to it in time there 's nothing impossible FALL Sweet husband DELI Out lasciuious strumpet MACI. What did you see how ill that stale veine became him afore of sweet wife and deare heart and are you falne iust into the same now with sweet husband Away follow him goe keepe state what Remember you are a woman turne impudent gi' him not the head though you gi' him the hornes Away And yet mee thinkes you should take your leaue of Enfans-perdus here your forlorne hope How now Monsieur BRISKE what friday night and in affliction too and yet your Pulpamenta your delicate morcels I perceiue the affection of ladies and gentlewomen pursues you wheresoeuer you goe Monsieur FAST Now in good faith and as I am gentle there could not haue come a thing i' this world to haue distracted me more then the wrinckled fortunes of this poore spinster MACI. O yes sir I can tell you a thing will distract you much better beleeue it Signior DELIRO has entred three actions against you three actions Monsieur mary one of them I 'le put you in comfort is but three thousand and the other two some fiue thousand a peece trifles trifles FAST O I am vndone MACI. Nay not altogether so sir the knight must haue his hundred pound repai'd that 'll helpe too and then sixe-score pound for a diamond you know where These be things will weigh Monsieur they will weigh FAST O heauen MACI. What doe you sigh this it is to kisse the hand of a countesse to haue her coach sent for you to hang poinards in ladies garters to weare bracelets of their haire and for euery one of these great fauours to giue some slight iewell of fiue hundred crownes or so why 't is nothing Now Monsieur you see the plague that treads o' the heeles of your fopperie well goe your waies in remoue your selfe to the two-penny ward quickly to saue charges and there set vp your rest to spend sir PVNTARS hundred pound for him Away good pomander goe Why here 's a change Now is my soule at peace I am as emptie of all enuie now As they of merit to be enuied at My humour like a flame no longer lasts Then it hath stuffe to feed it and their folly Being now rak't vp in their repentant ashes Affords no ampler subiect to my spleene I am so farre from malicing their states That I begin to pitty 'hem It grieues me To thinke they haue a being I could wish They might turne wise vpon it and be sau'd now So heauen were pleas'd but let them vanish vapors Gentlemen how like you it has 't not beene tedious GREX. COR. Nay we ha' done censuring now MIT Yes faith MAC. How so COR. Mary because wee 'le imitate your actors and be out of our Humours Besides here are those round about you of more abilitie in censure then wee whose iudgements can giue it a more satisfying allowance wee 'le refer you to them MAC. I is 't e'en so Wel gentlemen I should haue gone in and return'd to you as I was ASPER at the first but by reason the shift would haue beene somewhat long and we are loth to draw your patience farder wee 'le intreat you to imagine it And now that you may see I will be out of humour for companie I stand wholly to your kind approbation and indeed am nothing so peremptorie as I was in the beginning Mary I will not doe as PLAVTVS in his Amphytrio for all this Summi Ionis causa Plaudite begge a Plaudite for gods sake but if you out of the bountie of your good liking will bestow it why you may in time make leane MACILENTE as fat as Sir IOHN FAL-STAFFE THE END Which in the presentation before Queene E. was thus varyed BY MACILENTE NEuer till now did obiect greet mine eyes With any light content but in her graces All my malicious powers haue lost their stings Enuie is fled my soule at sight of her And shee hath chac'd all black thoughts from my bosome Like as the sunne doth darkenesse from the world My streame of humour is runne out of me And as our cities torrent bent t' infect The hallow'd bowels of the siluer Thames Is checkt by strength and clearnesse of the riuer Till it hath spent it selfe e'ene at the shore So in the ample and vnmeasur'd floud Of her perfections are my passions drown'd And I haue now a spirit as sweet and cleere As the most rarefi'd and subtile aire With which and with a heart as pure as fire Yet humble as the earth doe I implore O heauen that shee whose presence hath effected This change in me may suffer most late change In her admir'd and happie gouernement May still this Land be call'd fortunate And rugged treason tremble at the sound When Fame shall speake it with an emphasis Let forraine politie be dull as lead And pale inuasion come with halfe a heart When he but lookes vpon her blessed soile The throat of warre be stopt within her land And turtle-footed peace dance fayrie rings About her court where neuer may there come Suspect or danger but all trust and safetie Let flatterie be dumbe and enuie blind In her dread presence death himselfe admire her And may
now OVID Giue me how neere 's my father LVSC. Hart a'man get a law-booke in your hand I will not answere you else Why so now there 's some formalitie in you By IOVE and three or foure of the gods more I am right of mine olde masters humour for that this villanous poetrie will vndoe you by the welkin OVID What hast thou buskins on LVSCVS that thou swear'st so tragically and high LVSC. No but I haue bootes on sir and so ha's your father too by this time for he call'd for 'hem ere I came from the lodging OVID Why was he no readier LVSC. O no and there was the madde skeldring captaine with the veluet armes readie to lay hold on him as hee comes downe he that presses euerie man he meets with an oath to lend him money and cries Thou must doo 't old boy as thou art a man a man of worship OVID Who PANTILIVS TVCCA LVSC. I hee and I met little master LVPVS the Tribune going thither too OVID Nay and he be vnder their arrest I may with safetie inough reade ouer my elegie before he come LVSC. Gods a mee what 'll you doe why young master you are not castalian mad lunatike frantike desperate ha OVID What ailest thou LVSCVS LVSC. God be with you sir I 'le leaue you to your poeticall fancies and furies I 'le not be guiltie I OVID Be not good ignorance I 'm glad th' art gone For thus alone our eare shall better judge The hastie errours of our morning muse Ouid Lib 1. Amo. Ele. 15. ENuie why twitst thou me my time 's spent ill And call'st my verse fruits of an idle quill Or that vnlike the line from whence I sprung Wars dustie honours I pursue not young Or that I studie not the tedious lawes And prostitute my voyce to euerie cause Thy scope is mortall mine eternall fame Which through the world shall euer chaunt my name HOMER will liue whil'st TENEDOS stands and IDE Or to the sea sleet SIMOIS doth slide And so shall HESIOD too while vines doe beare Or crooked sickles crop the ripened care CALLIMACHVS though in inuention lowe Shall still be sung since he in art doth flowe No losse shall come to SOPHOCLES proud vaine With sunne and moone ARATVS shall remaine Whil'st slaues be false fathers hard and bawdes be whorish Whil'st harlots flatter shall MENANDER flourish ENNIVS though rude and ACCIVS high-reard straine A fresh applause in euerie age shall gaine Of VARRO'S name what eare shall not be told Of IASONS ARGO and the fleece of gold Then shall LVCRETIVS loftie numbers die When earth and seas in fire and flames shall frie TYTIRVS Tillage AENEE shall be read Whil'st ROME of all the conquer'd world is head Till CVPIDS fires be out and his bowe broken Thy verses neate TIBVLLVS shall be spoken Our GALLVS shall be knowne from east to west So shall LYCORIS whom he now loues best The suffering plough-share or the flint may weare But heauenly poesie no death can feare Kings shall giue place to it and kingly showes The bankes ore which gold-bearing Tagus flowes Kneele hindes to trash me let bright PHOEBVS swell With cups full flowing from the MVSES well Frost-fearing myrtle shall impale my head And of sad louers I le be often read Enuie the liuing not the dead doth bite For after death all men receiue their right Then when this bodie fals in funerall fire My name shall liue and my best part aspire Act I. Scene II. OVID Senior OVID Iunior LVSCVS TVCCA LVPVS PYRGVS YOur name shall liue indeed sir you say true but how infamously how scorn'd and contemn'd in the eyes and eares of the best and grauest Romanes that you thinke not on you neuer so much as dreame of that Are these the fruits of all my trauaile and expenses is this the scope and aime of thy studies are these the hopefull courses wherewith I haue so long flattered my expectation from thee verses poetrie OVID whom I thought to see the pleader become OVID the play-maker OVID iu. No sir OVID se. Yes sir I heare of a tragoedie of yours comming foorth for the common players there call'd MEDEA By my houshold-gods if I come to the acting of it I le adde one tragick part more then is yet expected to it beleeue me when I promise it What shall I haue my sonne a stager now an enghle for players a gull a rooke a shot-clogge to make suppers and bee laught at PVBLIVS I will set thee on the funerall pile first OVID iu. Sir I beseech you to haue patience LVSC. Nay this t is to haue your eares damm'd vp to good counsell I did augure all this to him afore-hand without poring into an oxes panch for the matter and yet he would not be scrupulous TVCC. How now good man slaue what rowle powle all riualls rascall why my Master of worship do'st heare Are these thy best proiects is this thy desseignes and thy discipline to suffer knaues to bee competitors with commanders and gentlemen are wee paralells rascall are wee paralells OVID. se. Sirrah goe get my horses ready You 'll still be prating TVCC. Doe you perpetuall stinkard doe goe talke to tapsters and ostlers you slaue they are i' your element goe here bee the Emperours captaines you raggamuffin rascall and not your cam'rades LVPV. Indeed MARCVS OVID these players are an idle generation and doe much harme in a state corrupt yong gentrie very much I know it I haue not beene a Tribune thus long and obseru'd nothing besides they will rob vs vs that are magistrates of our respect bring vs vpon their stages and make vs ridiculous to the plebeians they will play you or me the wisest men they can come by still me only to bring vs in contempt with the vulgar and make vs cheape TVCC. Th' art in the right my venerable cropshin they will indeede the tongue of the oracle neuer twang'd truer Your courtier cannot kisse his mistris slippers in quiet for 'hem nor your white innocent gallant pawne his reuelling sute to make his punke a supper An honest decayed commander cannot skelder cheat nor be seene in a bawdie house but he shall be straight in one of their worme wood comoedies They are growne licentious the rogues libertines flat libertines They forget they are i' the statute the rascals they are blazond there there they are trickt they and their pedigrees they neede no other heralds I wisse OVID. se. Mee thinkes if nothing else yet this alone the very reading of the publike edicts should fright thee from commerce with them and giue thee distaste enough of their actions But this betrayes what a student you are this argues your proficiencie in the law OVID. iu. They wrong mee sir and doe abuse you more That blow your eares with these vntrue reports I am not knowne vnto the open stage Nor doe I traffique in their theaters Indeed I doe acknowledge at request Of some neere friends and honorable Romanes I haue begunne a
tells me thou art too poeticall boy thou must not be so thou must leaue them yong nouice thou must they are a sort of poore staru'd rascalls that are euer wrapt vp in foule linnen and can boast of nothing but a leane visage peering out of a seame-rent sute the very emblemes of beggerie No dost heare turne lawyer Thou shalt be my solicitor T is right old boy i st OVID. se. You were best tell it Captaine TVCC. No fare thou well mine honest horse-man and thou old beuer Pray thee Romane when thou commest to towne see me at my lodging visit me sometimes thou shalt be welcome old boy Doe not balke me good swaggerer IOVE keepe thy chaine from pawning goe thy waies if thou lack money I 'le lend thee some I 'le leaue thee to thy horse now Adieu OVID. se. Farewell good Captaine TVCC. Boy you can haue but halfe a share now boy OVID. se. 'T is a strange boldnesse that accompanies this fellow Come OVID. iu. I 'le giue attendance on you to your horse sir please you OVID. se. No keepe your chamber and fall to your studies doe so the gods of Rome blesse thee OVID. iu. And giue me stomacke to digest this law That should haue followed sure had I beene he O sacred poesie thou spirit of artes The soule of science and the queene of soules What prophane violence almost sacriledge Hath here beene offered thy diuinities That thine owne guiltlesse pouertie should arme Prodigious ignorance to wound thee thus For thence is all their force of argument Drawne forth against thee or from the abuse Of thy great powers in adultrate braines When would men learne but to distinguish spirits And set true difference twixt those jaded wits That runne a broken pase for common hire And the high raptures of a happy Muse Borne on the wings of her immortall thought That kickes at earth with a disdainefull heele And bears at heauen gates with her bright hooues They would not then with such distorted faces And desp'rate censures stab at poesie They would admire bright knowledge and their minds Should ne're descend on so vnworthy obiects As gold or titles they would dread farre more To be thought ignorant then be knowne poore The time was once when wit drown'd wealth but now Your onely barbarisme is t' haue wit and want No matter now in vertue who excells He that hath coine hath all perfection else Act I. Scene III TIBVLLVS OVID OVID OVID Who 's there Come in TIBV. Good morrow Lawyer OVID Good morrow deare TIBVLLVS welcome sit downe TIBV. Not I What so hard at it Let 's see what 's here Nay I will see it OVID Pray thee away TIBV. If thrice in field a man vanquish his foe 'T is after in his choice to serue or no How now OVID Law cases in verse OVID In troth I know not they runne from my pen Vnwittingly if they be verse What 's the newes abroad TIBV. Off with this gowne I come to haue thee walke OVID No good TIBVLLVS I 'm not now in case Pray' let me alone TIBV. How not in case S'light thou' rt in too much case by all this law OVID Troth if I liue I will new dresse the law In sprightly poesies habillaments TIBV. The hell thou wilt What turne law into verse Thy father has school'd thee I see Here reade that same There 's subiect for you and if I mistake not A Supersedeas to your melancholy OVID How subscrib'd IVLIA Ô my life my heauen TIBV. Is the mood chang'd OVID Musique of wit Note for th' harmonious spheares Celestiall accents how you rauish me TIBV. What is it OVID OVID That I must meete my IVLIA the Princesse IVLIA TIBV. Where OVID Why at hart I haue forgot my passion so transports mee TIBV. I le saue your paines it is at ALBIVS house The iewellers where the faire LYCORIS lies OVID Who CYTHERIS CORNELIVS GALLVS loue TIBV. I hee le be there too and my PLAVTIA OVID And why not your DELIA TIBV. Yes and your CORINNA OVID True but my sweet TIBVLLVS keepe that secret I would not for all ROME it should be thought I vaile bright IVLIA vnderneath that name IVLIA the gemme and iewell of my soule That takes her honours from the golden skie As beautie doth all lustre from her eye The ayre respires the pure elyzian sweets In which she breathes and from her lookes descend The glories of the summer Heauen she is Prays'd in her selfe aboue all praise and he Which heares her speake would sweare the tune-full orbes Turn'd in his zenith onely TIBV. PVBLIVS thou 'lt lose thy selfe OVID O in no labyrinth can I safelier erre Then when I lose my selfe in praysing her Hence Law and welcome Muses though not rich Yet are you pleasing let 's be reconcilde And now made one Hencefoorth I promise faith And all my serious houres to spend with you With you whose musicke striketh on my heart And with bewitching tones steales forth my spirit In IVLIAS name faire IVLIA IVLIAS loue Shall be a law and that sweet law I 'le studie The law and art of sacred IVLIAS loue All other obiects will but abiects prooue TIBV. Come wee shall haue thee as passionate as PROPERTIVS anon OVID O how does my SEXTVS TIBV. Faith full of sorrow for his CYNTHIAS death OVID What still TIBV. Still and still more his grieues doe grow vpon him As doe his houres Neuer did I know An vnderstanding spirit so take to heart The common worke of fate OVID O my TIBVLLVS Let vs not blame him for against such chances The heartiest strife of vertue is not proofe We may read constancie and fortitude To other soules but had our selues beene strooke With the like planet had our loues like his Beene rauisht from vs by injurious death And in the height and heat of our best dayes It would haue crackt our sinnewes shrunke our veines And made our verie heart-strings iarre like his Come let 's goe take him foorth and prooue if mirth Or companie will but abate his passion TIBV. Content and I implore the gods it may Act II. Scene I. ALEIVS CRISPINVS CHLOE MAYDES CYTHERIS MAster CRISPINVS you are welcome Pray' vse a stoole sir Your cousin CYTHERIS will come downe presently Wee are so busie for the receiuing of these courtiers here that I can scarce be a minute with my selfe for thinking of them Pray you sit sir Pray you sit sir CRIS. I am verie well sir Ne're trust me but you are most delicately seated here full of sweet delight and blandishment an excellent ayre an excellent ayre ALEI. I sir 't is prettie ayre These courtiers runne in my minde still I must looke out for IVPITERS sake sit sir Or please you walke into the garden There 's a garden on the back-side CRIS. I am most strenuously well I thanke you sir ALEI. Much good doe you sir CHLO. Come bring those perfumes forward a little and strew some roses and violets here Fye here bee roomes
this winter ha's made vs all poorer then so many staru'd snakes No bodie comes at vs not a gentleman nor a TVCC. But you know nothing by him doe you to make a play of HIST. Faith not much Captaine but our Author will deuise that that shall serue in some sort TVCC. Why my PARNASSVS here shall helpe him if thou wilt Can thy Author doe it impudently enough HIST. O I warrant you Captaine and spitefully inough too hee ha's one of the most ouer-flowing ranke wits in Rome He will slander any man that breathes if he disgust him TVCC. I 'le know the poore egregious nitty rascall and he haue these commendable qualities I 'le cherish him stay here comes the Tartar I 'le make a gathering for him I a purse and put the poore slaue in fresh rags Tell him so The boy comes in on Minos shoulders who 〈◊〉 as he all 's to comfort him well said boy 2. PYR. Where art thou boy where is CALIPOLIS Fight earth-quakes in the entrailes of the earth And easterne whirle-windes in the hellish shades Some foule contagion of th' infected heauens Blast all the trees and in their cursed tops The dismall night-rauen and tragicke owle Breed and become fore-runners of my fall TVCC. Well now fare thee well my honest penny-biter Commend me to seuen-shares and a halfe and remember to morrow if you lacke a seruice you shall play in my name rascalls but you shall buy your owne cloth and I 'le ha' two shares for my countenance Let thy author stay with mee DEME. Yes sir TVCC. 'T was well done little MINOS thou didst stalke well forgiue me that I said thou stunkst MINOS 't was the sauour of a poet I met sweating in the street hangs yet in my nostrills CRIS. Who HORACE TVCC. I he do'st thou know him CRIS. O he forsooke me most barbarously I protest TVCC. Hang him fustie satyre he smells all goate hee carries a ram vnder his arme-holes the slaue I am the worse when I see him Did not MINOS impart CRIS. Yes here are twentie drachmes he did conuey TVCC. Well said keepe 'hem wee 'll share anon come little MINOS CRIS. Faith Captaine I 'le be bold to shew you a mistris of mine a iewellers wife a gallant as we goe along TVCC. There spoke my Genius MINOS some of thy eringoes little MINOS send come hither PARNASSVS I must ha' thee familiar with my little locust here 't is a good vermine they say See here 's HORACE and old TREBATIVS the great lawier in his companie let 's auoid him now He is too well seconded Act III. Scene V. HORACE TREBATIVS Hor. Sat. 1. li. 2. THere are to whom I seeme excessiue sower And past a satyres law t' extend my power Others that thinke what euer I haue writ Wants pith and matter to eternise it And that they could in one daies light disclose A thousand verses such as I compose What shall I doe TREBATIVS say TREB. Surcease HORA. And shall my Muse admit no more encrease TREB. So I aduise HORA. An ill death let mee die If 't were not best but sleepe auoids mine eye And I vse these lest nights should tedious seeme TREB. Rather contend to sleepe and liue like them That holding golden sleepe in speciall price Rub'd with sweet oiles swim siluer Tyber thrice And euery eu'en with neat wine steeped be Or if such loue of writing rauish thee Then dare to sing vnconquer'd CAESARS deeds Who cheeres such actions with aboundant meeds HORA. That father I desire but when I trie I feele defects in euery facultie Nor is 't a labour fit for euery pen To paint the horrid troups of armed men The launces burst in GALLIA'S slaughtred forces Or wounded Parthians tumbled from their horses Great CAESARS warres cannot be fought with words TREB. Yet what his vertue in his peace affords His fortitude and iustice thou canst show As wise LVCILIVS honor'd SCIPIO HORA. Of that my powers shall suffer no neglect When such sleight labours may aspire respect But if watch not a most chosen time The humble wordes of FLACCVS cannot clime The' attentiue eare of CAESAR nor must I With lesse obseruance shunne grosse flatterie For he reposed safe in his owne merit Spurnes backe the gloses of a fawning spirit TREB. But how much better would such accents sound Then with a sad and serious verse to wound PANTOLABVS railing in his sawcie iests Or NOMENTANVS spent in riotous feasts In satyres each man though vntoucht complaines As he were hurt and hates such biting straines HORA. What shall I doe MILONIVS shakes his heeles In ceaslesse dances when his braine once feeles The stirring feruour of the wine ascend And that his eyes false number apprehend CASTOR his horse POLLVX loues handie fights Thousand heads a thousand choise delights My pleasure is in feet my words to close As both our better old LVCILIVS does He as his trustie friends his bookes did trust With all his secrets nor in things vniust Or actions lawfull ran to other men So that the old mans life describ'd was seene As in a votiue table in his lines And to his steps my Genius inclines Lucanian or Apulian I not whether For the Venusian colonie plowes either Sent thither when the Sabines were forc'd thence As old fame sings to giue the place defence 'Gainst such as seeing it emptie might make rode Vpon the empire or there sixe abode Whether th' Apulian borderer it were Or the Lucanian violence they feare But this my stile no liuing man shall touch If first I be not forc'd by base reproch But like a sheathed sword it shall defend My innocent life for why should I contend To draw it out when no malicious thiefe Robs my good name the treasure of my life O IVPITER let it with rust be eaten Before it touch or insolently threaten The life of any with the least disease So much I loue and woe a generall peace But he that wrongs me better I proclame He neuer had assai'd to touch my fame For he shall weepe and walke with euery tongue Throughout the citie infamously song SERVIVS the Praetor threats the lawes and vrne If any at his deedes repine or spurne The witch CANIDIA that ALBVCIVS got Denounceth witch-craft where shee loueth not THVRIVS the iudge doth thunder worlds of ill To such as striue with his iudiciall will All men affright their foes in what they may Nature commands it and men must obay Obserue with me The wolfe his tooth doth vse The bull his horne And who doth this infuse But nature There 's luxurious SCAEVA Trust His long-liu'd mother with him His so iust And scrupulous right hand no mischiefe will No more then with his heele a wolfe will kill Or Oxe with iaw Mary let him alone With temper'd poison to remoue the croane But briefly if to age I destin'd bee Or that quick deaths black wings inuiron me If rich or poore at Rome or fate command I shall be banish't to some other land What
should IVPITER stand in awe of thy face IVNO IVLI. Because it is thy wiues face IVPITER OVID What shall a husband be afraid of his wiues face will shee paint it so horribly Wee are a King cot-queane and we will raigne in our pleasures and wee will cudgell thee to death if thou finde fault with vs IVLI. I will find fault with thee King cuckold-maker what shall the King of gods turne the King of good fellowes and haue no fellow in wickednesse This makes our poets that know our prophanenesse liue as prophane as we By my god-head IVPITER I will ioyne with all the other gods here bind thee hand and foot throw thee downe into earth and make a poore poet of thee if thou abuse me thus GALL. A good smart-tongu'd Goddesse a right IVNO OVID IVNO we will cudgell thee IVNO we told thee so yesterday when thou wert iealous of vs for THETIS PYRG. Nay to day shee had me in inquisition too TVCC. Well said my fine Phrygian frie informe informe Giue mee some wine King of Heralds I may drinke to my cockatrice OVID No more GANYMEDE wee will cudgell thee IVNO by STYX we will IVLI. I 't is well Gods may grow impudent in iniquitie and they must not be told of it OVID Yea we will knocke our chinne against our brest and shake thee out of Olympus into an oyster-bote for thy scolding IVLI. Your nose is not long enough to doe it IVPITER if all thy strumpets thou hast among the starres tooke thy part And there is neuer a starre in thy fore-head but shall be a horne if thou persist to abuse me CRIS. A good iest i' faith OVID We tell thee thou anger'st vs cot-queane and we will thunder thee in peeces for thy cot-queanitie CRIS. Another good iest ALBI. O my hammers and my Cyclops this boy fills not wine enough to make vs kind enough to one another TVCC. Nor thou hast not collied thy face enough stinkard ALBI. I 'le ply the table with nectar and make them friends HERM. Heauen is like to haue but a lame skinker then ALBI. Wine and good liuers make true louers I 'le sentence them together Here father here mother for shame drinke your selues drunke and forget this dissention you two should cling together before our faces and giue vs example of vnitie GALL. O excellently spoken VULCAN on the sodaine TIBV. IVPITER may doe well to preferre his tongue to some office for his eloquence TVCC. His tongue shall bee gent'man vsher to his wit and still goe before it ALBI. An excellent fit office CRIS. I and an excellent good iest besides HERM. What haue you hired MERCVRY to cry your iests you make OVID MOMVS you are enuious TVCC. Why you whoreson block-head 't is your only blocke of wit in fashion now adaies to applaud other folkes iests HERM. True with those that are not artificers themselues VULCAN you nod and the mirth of the iest droops PYRG. He ha's fild nectar so long till his braine swims in it GALL. What doe we nod fellow Gods sound musicke and let vs startle our spirits with a song TVCC. Doe APOLLO thou art a good musician GALL. What saies IVPITER OVID Ha ha GALL. A song OVID Why doe doe sing PLAV. BACCHVS what say you TIBV. CERES PLAV. But to this song TIBV. Sing for my part IVLI. Your belly weighes downe your head BACCHVS here 's a song toward TIBV. Begin VULCAN ALBI. What else what else TVCC. Say IVPITER OVID MERCVRY CRIS. I say say SONG WAke our mirth begins to die Quicken it with tunes and wine Raise your notes you 're out fie fie This drouzinesse is an ill signe We banish him the queere of Gods That droops agen Then all are men For here 's not one but nods OVID I like not this sodaine and generall heauinesse amongst our Godheads 'T is somewhat ominous APOLLO command vs lowder musicke and let MERCVRY and MOMVS contend to please and reuiue our senses SONG HERM. THen in a free and lofty straine Our broken tunes we thus repaire CRIS. And we answere them againe Running diuision on the panting aire AMBO To celebrate this feast of sense As free from scandall as offence HERM. Here is beautie for the eye CRIS. For the eare sweet melodie HERM. Ambrosiack odours for the smell CRIS. Delicious nectar for the taste AMBO For the touch a ladies waste Which doth all the rest excell OVID I This hath wak't vs MERCVRY our Herald Goe from our selfe the great God IVPITER to the great Emperour AVGVSTVS CAESAR And command him from vs of whose bountie he hath receiued his sir-name AVGVSTVS that for a thanke-offring to our beneficence he presently sacrifice as a dish to this banquet his beautifull and wanton daughter IVLIA Shee 's a curst queane tell him and plaies the scold behind his backe Therefore let her be sacrific'd Command him this MERCVRY in our high name of IVPITER ALTITONANS IVLI. Stay feather-footed MERCVRY and tell AVGVSTVS from vs the great IVNO SATVRNIA if he thinke it hard to doe as IVPITER hath commanded him and sacrifice his daughter that hee had better to doe so ten times then suffer her to loue the well-nos'd poet OVID whom he shall doe well to whip or cause to bee whipt about the capitoll for soothing her in her follies Act IIII. Scene VI. CAESAR MECOENAS HORACE LVPVS HISTRIO MINOS LICTORS OVID GALLVS TIBVLLVS TVCCA CRISPINVS ALBIVS HERMOGENES PYRGVS IVLIA CYTHERIS PLAVTIA CHLOE WHat sight is this MECOENAS HORACE say Haue we our senses Doe we heare and see Or are these but imaginarie obiects Drawne by our phantasie Why speake you not Let vs doe sacrifice Are they the Gods Reuerence amaze and furie fight in me What doe they kneele Nay then I see 't is true I thought impossible Ô impious sight Let me diuert mine eyes the very thought Euerts my soule with passion looke not man There is a panther whose vnnaturall eyes Will strike thee dead He offers to kill his daughter turne then and die on her With her owne death MECoe. HORACE What meanes imperiall CAESAR CAESA. What would you haue me let the strumpet liue That for this pageant earnes so many deathes TVCC. Boy slinke boy PYRG. 'Pray IVPITER we be not follow'd by the sent Master CAESA. Say sir what are you ALBI. I play VULCAN sir CAESA. But what are you sir ALBI. Your citizen and ieweller sir CAESA. And what are you dame CHLO. I play VENVS forsooth CAESA. I aske not what you play but what you are CHLO. Your citizen and iewellers wife sir CAESA. And you good sir CRIS. Your gentleman parcell-poet sir CAESA. O that prophaned name And are these seemely companie for thee Degenerate monster all the rest I know And hate all knowledge for their hatefull sakes Are you that first the deities inspir'd With skill of their high natures and their powers The first abusers of their vse-full light Prophaning thus their dignities in their formes And making them like you but counterfeits
much But how it can MAC. Be done without suspition you 'll obiect REG. What 's that LAC. The keeping of the watch in armes Returnes When morning comes MAC. The Senate shall be met and set So early in the temple as all marke Of that will be auoided REG. If we need We haue commission to possesse the palace Enlarge prince DRVSVS and make him our chiefe MAC. That secret would haue burn't his reuerend mouth Had he not spit it out now by the gods You carry things too let me borrow 'a man Or two to beare these That of freeing DRVSVS CAESAR proiected as the last and vtmost Not else to be remembred REG. Here are seruants MAC. These to ARRVNTIVS these to LEPIDVS This beare to COTTA this to LATIARIS If they demand you 'of me say I haue tane Fresh horse and am departed You my lord To your colleague and be you sure to hold him With long narration of the new fresh fauours Meant to SEIANVS his great patron I With trusted LACO here are for the guards Then to diuide For night hath many eies Whereof though most doe sleepe yet some are spies PRAECONES FLAMEN MINISTRI SEIANVS TERENTIVS SATRIVS c. BE all profane farre hence Flie flie farre off Be absent farre Farre hence be all profane FLA. We haue beene faultie Tub. Tib. Sound while the Flamen washeth but repent vs now And bring pure hands pure vestments and pure minds MIN. Pure vessells MIN. And pure offrings MIN. Garlands pure FLA. Bestow your garlands and with reuerence place The veruin on the altar PRAE. Fauour your tongues FLA. Great mother FORTVNE Queene of humane state Rectresse of action Arbitresse of fate To whom all sway all power all empire bowes Be present and propitious to our vowes PRAE. Fauour it with your tongues MIN. Be present and propitious to our vowes While they sound againe the Flamen takes of the hony with his finger tasts then ministers to all the rest so of the milk in an earthen vessel he deals about which done he sprinkleth vpon the altar milke then imposeth the hony and kindleth his gummes and after censing about the altar placeth his censer thereon into which they put seuerall branches of poppy and the musique ceasing proceed Accept our offring and be pleas'd great goddesse TER. See see the image stirres SAT. And turnes away NAT. Fortune auerts her face FLA. Auert you gods The prodigie Still still Some pious rite We haue neglected Yet heau'n be appeas'd And be all tokens false or void that speake Thy present wrath SEI. Be thou dumbe scrupulous priest And gather vp thy selfe with these thy wares Which I in spight of thy blind mistris or Thy iuggling mysterie religion throw Thus scorned on the earth Nay hold thy looke Auerted till I woo thee turne againe And thou shalt stand to all posteritie Th' eternall game and laughter with thy neck Writh'd to thy taile like a ridiculous cat Auoid these fumes these superstitious lights And all these coos'ning ceremonies you Your pure and spiced conscience I the slaue And mock of fooles scorne on my worthy head That haue beene titled and ador'd a god Yea sacrific'd vnto my selfe in Rome No lesse then IOVE and I be brought to doe A peeuish gigglot rites Perhaps the thought And shame of that made Fortune turne her face Knowing her selfe the lesser deitie And but my seruant Bashfull queene if so SEIANVS thankes thy modestie Who 's that POMPONIVS SEIANVS MINVTIVS c. HIs fortune suffers till he heares my newes I haue waited here too long MACRO my lord SEI. Speake lower with-draw TER. Are these things true MIN. Thousands are gazing at it in the streets SEI. What 's that TER. MINVTIVS tells vs here my lord That a new head being set vpon your statue A rope is since found wreath'd about it and But now a fierie meteor in the forme Of a great ball was seene to rowle along The troubled ayre where yet it hangs vnperfect The amazing wonder of the multitude SEI. No more That MACRO' 's come is more then all TER. Is MACRO come POM. I saw him TER. Where with whom POM. With REGVLVS SEI. TERENTIVS TER. My lord SEI. Send for the Tribunes we will straight haue vp More of the souldiers for our guard MINVTIVS We pray you goe for COTTA LATIARIS TRIO the Consul or what Senators You know are sure and ours You my good NATTA For LACO Prouost of the watch Now SATRIVS The time of proofe comes on Arme all our seruants And without tumult You POMPONIVS Hold some good correspondence with the Consul Attempt him noble friend These things begin To looke like dangers now worthy my fates Fortune I see thy worst Let doubtfull states And things vncertaine hang vpon thy will Me surest death shall render certaine still Yet why is now my thought turn'd toward death Whom fates haue let goe on so farre in breath Vncheck'd or vnreprou'd I that did helpe To fell the loftie Cedar of the world GERMANICVS that at one stroke cut downe DRVSVS that vpright Elme wither'd his vine Laid SILIVS and SABINVS two strong Okes Flat on the earth besides those other shrubs CORDVS and SOSIA CLAVDIA PVLCHRA FVRNIVS and GALLVS which I haue grub'd vp And since haue set my axe so strong and deepe Into the roote of spreading AGRIPPINE Lopt off and scatter'd her proud branches NERO DRVSVS and CAIVS too although re-planted If you will destinies that after all I faint now ere I touch my period You are but cruell and I alreadie haue done Things great inough All Rome hath beene my slaue The Senate sate an idle looker on And witnesse of my power when I haue blush'd More to command then it to suffer all The Fathers haue sate readie and prepar'd To giue me empire temples or their throtes When I would aske 'hem and what crownes the top Rome Senate people all the world haue seene IOVE but my equall CAESAR but my second 'T is then your malice fates who but your owne Enuy and feare t'haue any power long knowne TERENTIVS TRIBVNES STay here I 'le giue his lordship you are come MINVTIVS COTTA LATIARIS They confer their letters MARCVS TERENTIVS pray you tell my lord Here 's COTTA and LATIARIS TER. Sir I shall COT. My letter is the very same with yours Onely requires mee to bee present there And giue my voyce to strengthen his designe LAT. Names he not what it is COT. No nor to you LAT. 'T is strange and singular doubtfull COT. So it is It may bee all is left to lord SEIANVS NATTA LACO To them GEntlemen where 's my lord TRI. Wee wait him here COT. The Prouost LACO what 's the newes LAT. My lord To them SEIANVS NOw my right deare noble and trusted friends How much I am a captiue to your kindnesse Most worthy COTTA LATIARIS LACO Your valiant hand and gentlemen your loues I wish I could diuide my selfe vnto you Or that it lay within our narrow powers To satisfie
sweetly kist in the receipt And might no doubt returne it with a letter And point the place where you might meet your sisters Your mothers or your aunts might serue the turne CEL. Why deare sir when doe I make these excuses Or euer stirre abroad but to the church And that so seldome CORV. Well it shall be lesse And thy restraint before was libertie To what I now decree and therefore marke me First I will haue this bawdy light dam'd vp And til 't be done some two or three yards off I 'le chalke a line o're which if thou but chance To set thy desp'rate foot more hell more horror More wilde remorcelesse rage shall seize on thee Then on a coniurer that had heedlesse left His circles safetie ere his deuill was laid Then here 's a locke which I will hang vpon thee And now I thinke on 't I will keepe thee backe-wards Thy lodging shall be backe-wards thy walkes back-wards Thy prospect-all be backe-wards and no pleasure That thou shalt know but backe-wards Nay since you force My honest nature know it is your owne Being too open makes me vse you thus Since you will not containe your subtle nostrils In a sweet roome but they must snuffe the ayre Of ranke Knocke within and sweatie passengers One knockes Away and be not seene paine of thy life Not looke toward the windore if thou dost Nay stay heare this let me not prosper whore But I will make thee an anatomie Dissect thee mine owne selfe and read a lecture Vpon thee to the citie and in publique Away Who 's there SER. 'T is signior MOSCA sir Act. II. Scene VI. CORVINO MOSCA LEt him come in his master 's dead There 's yet Some good to helpe the bad My MOSCA welcome I ghesse your newes MOS. I feare you cannot sir CORV. Is 't not his death MOS. Rather the contrarie CORV. Not his recouerie MOS. Yes sir CORV. I am curst I am bewitch'd my crosses meet to vex me How how how how MOS. Why sir with SCOTO'S oyle CORBACCIO and VOLTORE brought of it Whil'st I was busie in an inner roome CORV. Death that damn'd mountebanke but for the law Now I could kill the raskall 't cannot be His oyle should haue that vertue Ha' not I Knowne him a common rogue come fidling in To th' osteria with a tumbling whore And when he ha's done all his forc'd trickes beene glad Of a poore spoonefull of dead wine with flyes in 't It cannot be All his ingredients Are a sheepes gall a rosted bitches marrow Some few sod earewigs pounded caterpillers A little capons grease and fasting spittle I know 'hem to a dram MOS. I know not sir But some on 't there they powr'd into his eares Some in his nostrils and recouer'd him Applying but the fricace CORV. POX o' that fricace MOS. And since to seeme the more officious And flatt'ring of his health there they haue had At extreme fees the colledge of physicians Consulting on him how they might restore him Where one would haue a cataplasme of spices Another a flayd ape clapt to his brest A third would ha' it a dogge a fourth an oyle With wild cats skinnes at last they all resolu'd That to preserue him was no other meanes But some yong woman must be streight sought out Lustie and full of iuice to sleepe by him And to this seruice most vnhappily And most vnwillingly am I now imploy'd Which here I thought to pre-acquaint you with For your aduice since it concernes you most Because I would not doe that thing might crosse Your ends on whom I haue my whole dependance sir Yet if I doe it not they may delate My slacknesse to my patron worke me out Of his opinion and there all your hopes Venters or whatsoeuer are all frustrate I doe but tell you sir Besides they are all Now striuing who shall first present him Therefore I could intreat you briefly conclude some-what Preuent 'hem if you can CORV. Death to my hopes This is my villanous fortune Best to hire Some common curtezan MOS. I I thought on that sir But they are all so subtle full of art And age againe doting and flexible So as I cannot tell we may perchance Light on a queane may cheat vs all CORV. 'T is true MOS. No no it must be one that ha's no trickes sir Some simple thing a creature made vnto it Some wench you may command Ha' you no kinswoman Gods so Thinke thinke thinke thinke thinke thinke thinke sir One o' the Doctors offer'd there his daughter CORV. How MOS. Yes signior LVPO the physician CORV. His daughter MOS. And a virgin sir Why Alasse He knowes the state of 's bodie what it is That nought can warme his bloud sir but a feuer Nor any incantation rayse his spirit A long forgetfulnesse hath seiz'd that part Besides sir who shall know it some one or two CORV. I pray thee giue me leaue If any man But I had had this lucke The thing in 't selfe I know is nothing Wherefore should not I As well command my bloud and my affections As this dull Doctor In the point of honour The cases are all one of wife and daughter MOS. I heare him comming CORV. Shee shall doo 't 'T is done Slight if this Doctor who is not engag'd Vnlesse 't be for his counsell which is nothing Offer his daughter what should I that am So deeply in I will preuent him wretch Couetous wretch MOSCA I haue determin'd MOS. How sir CORV. We 'll make all sure The party you wot of Shall be mine owne wife MOSCA MOS. Sir The thing But that I would not seeme to counsell you I should haue motion'd to you at the first And make your count you haue cut all their throtes Why 't is directly taking a possession And in his next fit we may let him goe 'T is but to pull the pillow from his head And he is thratled 't had beene done before But for your scrupulous doubts CORV. I a plague on 't My conscience fooles my wit Well I 'le be briefe And so be thou lest they should be before vs Goe home prepare him tell him with what zeale And willingnesse I doe it sweare it was On the first hearing as thou maist doe truely Mine owne free motion MOS. Sir I warrant you I 'le so possesse him with it that the rest Of his staru'd clients shall be banisht all And onely you receiu'd But come not sir Vntill I send for I haue some-thing else To ripen for your good you must not know 't CORV. But doe not you forget to send now MOS. Feare not Act II. Scene VII. CORVINO CELIA WHere are you wife my CELIA wife what blubbering Come drie those teares I thinke thou thought'st me in earnest Ha by this light I talk'd so but to trie thee Me thinkes the lightnesse of the occasion Should ha' confirm'd thee Come I am not iealous CEL. No CORV. Faith I am not I nor neuer was It is a poore vnprofitable
the good Honest plaine liuery-three-pound-thrum that kept Your masters worships house here in the friers For the vacations FAC. Will you be so lowd SVB. Since by my meanes translated suburb-Captayne FAC. By your meanes Doctor dog SVB. Within mans memorie All this I speake of FAC. Why I pray you haue I Beene countenanc'd by you or you by me Doe but collect sir where I met you first SVB. I doe not heare well FAC. Not of this I thinke it But I shall put you in mind sir at pie-corner Taking your meale of steeme in from cookes stalls Where like the father of hunger you did walke Piteously costiue with your pinch'd-horne-nose And your complexion of the romane wash Stuck full of black and melancholique wormes Like poulder-cornes shot at th' artillerie-yard SVB. I wish you could aduance your voice a little FAC. When you went pinn'd vp in the seuerall rags Yo 'had rak'd and pick'd from dung-hills before day Your feet in mouldie slippers for your kibes A felt of rugg and a thin thredden cloake That scarce would couer your no-buttocks SVB. So sir FAC. When all your alchemy and your algebra Your mineralls vegetalls and animalls Your coniuring cosning and your dosen of trades Could not relieue your corps with so much linnen Would make you tinder but to see a fire I ga' you count'nance credit for your coales Your stills your glasses your materialls Built you a fornace drew you customers Aduanc'd all your black arts lent you beside A house to practise in SVB. Your masters house FAC. Where you haue studied the more thriuing skill Of bawdrie since SVB. Yes in your masters house You and the rats here kept possession Make it not strange I know yo' were one could keepe The buttry-hatch still lock'd and saue the chippings Sell the dole-beere to aqua-vitae-men The which together with your christ-masse vailes At post and paire your letting out of counters Made you a pretty stock some twentie markes And gaue you credit to conuerse with cob-webs Here since your mistris death hath broke vp house FAC. You might talke softlier raskall SVB. No you scarabe I 'll thunder you in peeces I will teach you How to beware to tempt a furie againe That carries tempest in his hand and voice FAC. The place has made you valiant SVB. No your clothes Thou vermine haue I tane thee out of dung So poore so wretched when no liuing thing Would keepe thee companie but a spider or worse Rais'd thee from broomes and dust and watring pots Sublim'd thee and exalted thee and fix'd thee I' the third region call'd our state of grace Wrought thee to spirit to quintessence with paines Would twise haue won me the philosophers worke Put thee in words and fashion made thee fit For more then ordinarie fellowships Giu'n thee thy othes thy quarrelling dimensions Thy rules to cheat at horse-race cock-pit cardes Dice or what euer gallant tincture else Made thee a second in mine owne great art And haue I this for thanke Doe you rebell Doe you flie out i' the proiection Would you be gone now DOL. Gentlemen what meane you Will you marre all SVB. Slaue thou hadst had no name DOL. Will you vn-doe your selues with ciuill warre SVB. Neuer beene knowne past equi clibanum The heat of horse-dung vnder ground in cellars Or an ale-house darker then deafe IOHN's beene lost To all mankind but laundresses and tapsters Had not I beene DOL. Do' you know who heares you Soueraigne FAC. Sirrah DOL. Nay Generall I thought you were ciuill FAC. I shall turne desperate if you grow thus lowd SVB. And hang thy selfe I care not FAC. Hang thee colliar And all thy pots and pans in picture I will Since thou hast mou'd me DOL. O this 'll ore-throw all FAC. Write thee vp bawd in Paules haue all thy tricks Of cosning with a hollow cole dust scrapings Searching for things lost with a siue and sheeres Erecting figures in your rowes of houses And taking in of shaddowes with a glasse Told in red letters And a face cut for thee Worse then GAMALIEL RATSEY'S DOL. Are you sound Ha' you your senses masters FAC. I will haue A booke but barely reckoning thy impostures Shall proue a true philosophers stone to printers SVB. Away you trencher-raskall FAC. Out you dog-leach The vomit of all prisons DOL. Will you be Your owne destructions gentlemen FAC. Still spew'd out For lying too heauy o' the basket SVB. Cheater FAC. Bawd SVB. Cow-herd FAC. Coniurer SVB. Cut-purse FAC. Witch DOL. O me We are ruin'd lost Ha' you no more regard To your reputations Where 's your iudgement S'light Haue yet some care of me o' your republique FAC. Away this brach I 'll bring thee rogue within The statute of sorcerie tricesimo tertio Or HARRY the eight I and perhaps thy necke Within a nooze for laundring gold and barbing it DOL. You 'll bring your head within a cocks-combe will you And you sir with your menstrue gather it vp S'death you abominable paire of stinkards Leaue off your barking and grow one againe Or by the light that shines I 'll cut your throats Shee catcheth out Face his sword and breakes Subtles glasse I 'll not be made a prey vnto the marshall For ne're a snarling dog-bolt o' you both Ha' you together cossen'd all this while And all the world and shall it now be said Yo' haue made most courteous shift to cosen your selues You will accuse him You will bring him in Within the statute Who shall take your word A whore-sonne vpstart apocryphall captayne Whom not a puritane in black-friers will trust So much as for a feather And you too Will giue the cause forsooth You will insult And claime a primacie in the diuisions You must be chiefe as if you onely had The poulder to proiect with and the worke Were not begun out of equalitie The venter tripartite All things in common Without prioritie S'death you perpetuall curres Fall to your couples againe and cossen kindly And heartily and louingly as you should And loose not the begining of a terme Or by this hand I shall grow factious too And take my part and quit you FAC. 'T is his fault He euer murmures and obiects his paines And sayes the weight of all lyes vpon him SVB. Yes but they are not equall DOL. Why if your part exceed to day I hope Ours may to morrow match it SVB. I they may DOL. May murmuring mastiffe I and doe Death on me Helpe me to thrattell him SVB. DOROTHEE mistris DOROTHEE O'ds preciuos I 'll doe anything What doe you meane DOL. Because o' your fermentation and cibation SVB. Not I by heauen DOL. Your Sol and Luna helpe me SVB. Would I were hang'd then I 'll conforme my selfe DOL. Will you sir doe so then and quickly sweare SVB. What should I sweare DOL. To leaue your faction sir And labour kindly in the commune worke SVB. Let me not breath if I meant ought beside I onely vs'd those speeches as a
a little to giue beggars MAM. Where 's the lady FAC. At hand here I ha' told her such braue things o' you Touching your bountie and your noble spirit MAM. Hast thou FAC. As shee is almost in her fit to see you But good sir no diuinitie i' your conference For feare of putting her in rage MAM. I warrant thee FAC. Sixe men will not hold her downe And then If the old man should heare or see you MAM. Feare not FAC. The very house sir would runne mad You know it How scrupulous he is and violent 'Gainst the least act of sinne Physick or Mathematiques Poetrie State or Bawdry as I told you Shee will endure and neuer startle But No word of controuersie MAM. I am school'd good Ulen FAC. And you must praise her house remember that And her nobilitie MAM. Let me alone No Herald no nor Antiquarie Lungs Shall doe it better Goe FAC. Why this is yet A kind of moderne happinesse to haue DOL Common for a great lady MAM. Now EPICVRE Heighten thy selfe talke to her all in gold Raine her as many showers as IOVE did drops Vnto his DANAE Shew the God a miser Compar'd with MAMMON What the stone will do 't Shee shall feele gold tast gold heare gold sleepe gold Nay we will concumbere gold I will be puissant And mightie in my talke to her Here shee comes FAC. To him DOL suckle him This is the noble knight I told your ladiship MAM. Madame with your pardon I kisse your vesture DOL. Sir I were vn-ciuill If I would suffer that my lip to you sir MAM. I hope my lord your brother be in health lady DOL. My lord my brother is though I no ladie sir FAC. Well said my Guiny-bird MAM. Right noble madame FAC. O we shall haue most fierce idolatrie MAM. 'T is your prerogatiue DOL. Rather your courtesie MAM. Were there nought else t' inlarge your vertues to me These answeres speake your breeding and your bloud DOL. Bloud we boast none sir a poore Baron's daughter MAM. Poore and gat you Prophane not Had your father Slept all the happy remnant of his life After that act lyen but there still and panted H' had done inough to make himselfe his issue And his posteritie noble DOL. Sir although We may be said to want the guilt and trappings The dresse of honor yet we striue to keepe The seedes and the materialls MAM. I doe see The old ingredient vertue was not lost Nor the drug money vs'd to make your compound There is a strange nobilitie i' your eye This lip that chin Me thinks you doe resemble One o' the Austriack princes FAC. Very like Her father was an Irish costar-monger MAM. The house of Valois iust had such a nose And such a fore-head yet the Medici Of Florence boast DOL. Troth and I haue beene lik'ned To all these Princes FAC. I 'll be sworne I heard it MAM. I know not how it is not any one But ee'n the very choise of all their features FAC. I 'll in and laugh MAM. A certaine touch or aire That sparkles a diuinitie beyond An earthly beautie DOL. O you play the courtier MAM. Good lady gi' me leaue DOL. In faith I may not To mock me sir MAM. To burne i' this sweet flame The Phoenix neuer knew a nobler death DOL. Nay now you court the courtier and destroy What you would build This art sir i' your words Calls your whole faith in question MAM. By my soule DOL. Nay oathes are made o' the same aire sir MAM. Nature Neuer bestow'd vpon mortalitie A more vnblam'd a more harmonious feature Shee play'd the step-dame in all faces else Sweet madame le' me be particular DOL. Particular sir I pray you know your distance MAM. In no ill sense sweet lady but to aske How your faire graces passe the houres I see Yo' are lodg'd here i' the house of a rare man An excellent Artist but what 's that to you DOL. Yes sir I studie here the mathematiques And distillation MAM. O I crie your pardon H' is a diuine instructer can extract The soules of all things by his art call all The vertues and the miracles of the Sunne Into a temperate fornace teach dull nature What her owne forces are A man the Emp'rour Has courted aboue KELLEY sent his medalls And chaines t' inuite him DOL. I and for his physick sir MAM. Aboue the art of AESCVLAPIVS That drew the enuy of the Thunderer I know all this and more DOL. Troth I am taken sir Whole with these studies that contemplate nature MAM. It is a noble humour But this forme Was not intended to so dark a vse Had you beene crooked foule of some course mould A cloyster had done well but such a feature That might stand vp the glorie of a kingdome To liue recluse is a mere solaecisme Though in a nunnery It must not be I muse my lord your brother will permit it You should spend halfe my land first were I hee Do's not this diamant better on my finger Then in the quarrie DOL. Yes MAM. Why you are like it You were created lady for the light Heare you shall weare it take it the first pledge Of what I speake to bind you to beleeue me DOL. In chaines of adamant MAM. Yes the strongest bands And take a secret too Here by your side Doth stand this houre the happiest man in Europe DOL. You are contented sir MAM. Nay in true being The enuy of Princes and the feare of States DOL. Say you so sir EPICVRE MAM. Yes thou shalt proue it Daughter of honor I haue cast mine eye Vpon thy forme and I will reare this beautie Aboue all stiles DOL. You meane no treason sir MAM. No I will take away that iealousie I am the lord of the Philosophers stone And thou the lady DOL How sir ha' you that MAM. I am the master of the maistrie This day the good old wretch here o' the house Has made it for vs. Now hee 's at proiection Thinke therefore the first wish now let me heare it And it shall raine into thy lap no shower But flouds of gold whole cataracts a deluge To get a nation on thee DOL. You are pleas'd sir To worke on the ambition of our sexe MAM. I am pleas'd the glorie of her sexe should know This nooke here of the Friers is no climate For her to liue obscurely in to learne Physick and surgery for the Constables wife Of some odde Hundred in Essex but come forth And tast the aire of palaces eate drinke The toyles of Emp'ricks and their boasted practice Tinctured of pearle and corrall gold and amber Be seene at feasts and triumphs haue it ask'd What miracle shee is set all the eyes Of court a-fire like a burning glasse And worke 'hem into cinders when the iewells Of twentie states adorne thee and the light Strikes out the starres that when thy name is mention'd Queenes may looke pale and we but shewing our loue NERO's POPPAEA may be
By this hand you are not my suster If you refuse PLI. I will not refuse brother SVR. Que es esto Sennores que non se venga Esta tardanza me mata FAC. It is the Count come The Doctor knew he would be here by his art SVB. En gallanta Madama Don gallantissima SVR. Por tódos los dioses la mas acabada Hermosura que he visto en mi vida FAC. Is' t not a gallant language that they speake KAS. An admirable language Is' t not French FAC. No Spanish sir KAS. It goes like law-French And that they say is the court-liest language FAC. List sir SVR. El Sol ha perdido su lumbre con el Resplandor que trà e esta dama. Valga me dios FAC. He' admires your sister KAS. Must not shee make curtsie SVB. 'Ods will shee must goe to him man and kisse him It is the Spanish fashion for the women To make first court FAC. 'T is true he tells you sir His art knowes all SVR. Por que no se acùde KAS. He speakes to her I thinke FAC. That he do's sir SVR. Por el amor de dios que es esto que se tà rda KAS. Nay see shee will not vnderstand him Gull Noddy PLI. What say you brother KAS. Asse my suster Goe kusse him as the cunning man would ha' you I 'll thrust a pinne i' your buttocks else FAC. O no sir SVR. Sennora mia mi persona muy indigna esta Alle gar à tà nta Hermosura FAC. Do's he not vse her brauely KAS. Brauely i-faith FAC. Nay he will vse her better KAS. Doe you think so SVR. Sennora sie sera seruida entremus KAS. Where do's he carry her FAC. Into the garden sir Take you no thought I must interpret for her SVB. Giue DOL the word Come my fierce child aduance We 'll to our quarrelling lesson againe KAS. Agreed I loue a Spanish Boy with all my heart SVB. Nay and by this meanes sir you shall be brother To a great Count KAS. I. I lknew that at first This match will aduance the house of the KASTRILS SVB. 'Pray god your sister proue but pliant KAS. Why Her name is so by her other husband SVB. How KAS. The widdow PLIANT Knew you not that SVB. No faith sir Yet by erection of her figure I gest it Come let 's goe practice KAS. Yes but doe you thinke Doctor I e'er shall quarrell well SVB. I warrant you Act IIII. Scene V. DOL MAMMON FACE SVBTLE In her fit of talking For after ALEXANDERs death MAM. Good lady DOL. That PERDICCAS and ANTIGONVS were slaine The two that stood SELEVC' and PTOLOMEEE MAM. Madame DOL. Made up the two legs and the fourth Beast That was Gog-north and Egypt-south which after Was call'd Gog Iron-leg and South Iron-leg MAM. Lady DOL. And then Gog-horned So was Egypt too Then Egypt clay-leg and Gog clay-leg MAM. Sweet madame DOL. And last Gog-dust and Egypt-dust which fall In the last linke of the fourth chaine And these Be starres in story which none see or looke at MAM. What shall I doe DOL. For as he sayes except We call the Rabbines and the heathen Greekes MAM. Dear lady DOL. To come from Salem and from Athens And teach the people of great Britaine FAC. What 's the matter sir DOL. To speake the tongue of EBER and IAVAN MAM. O Sh 'is in her fit DOL We shall know nothing FAC. Death sir We are vn-done DOL. Where then a learned Linguist Shall see the antient vs'd communion Of vowels and consonants FAC. My master will heare DOL A wisedome which PYTHAGORAS held most high MAM. Sweet honorable lady DOL. To comprise All sounds of voyces in few markes of letters FAC. Nay you must neuer hope to lay her now They speake together DOL. And so we may arriue by Talmud skill And profane greeke to raise the building vp Of HELENs house against the Ismaelite King of Thogarma and Habergions Brimstony blew and fiery and the force Of King Abaddon and the Beast of Cittim Which Rabbi DAVID KIMCHI ONKELOS And ABEN EZRA doe interpret Roma FAC. How did you put her into it MAM. Alas I talk'd Of a fift Monarchy I would erect With the Philosophers stone by chance and she Fals on the other foure straight FAC. Out of Broughton I told you so 'Slid stop her mouth MAM. Is 't best FAC. She 'll neuer leaue else If the old man heare her We are but faeces ashes SVB. What 's to doe there FAC. O we are lost Now she heares him she is quiet Vpon Subtles entry they disperse MAM. Where shall I hide me SVB. How What sight is here Close deeds of darknesse and that shunne the light Bring him againe Who is he What my sonne O I haue liu'd too long MAM. Nay good deare father There was no'vnchast purpose SVB. Not and flee me When I come in MAM. That was my error SVB. Error Guilt guilt my sonne Giue it the right name No maruaile If I found check in our great worke within When such affaires as these were managing MAM. Why haue you so SVB It has stood still this halfe houre And all the rest of our lesse workes gone back Where is the instrument of wickednesse My lewd false drudge MAM. Nay good sir blame not him Beleeue me 't was against his will or knowledge I saw her by chance SVB Will you commit more sinne T' excuse a varlet MAM. By my hope 't is true sir SVB. Nay then I wonder lesse if you for whom The blessing was prepar'd would so tempt heauen And loose your fortunes MAM. Why sir SVB This 'll retard The worke a month at least MAM. Why if it doe What remedie but thinke it not good father Our purposes were honest SVB. As they were A great crack and noise within So the reward will proue How now Aye me God and all Saints be good to vs. What 's that FAC. O sir we are defeated all the workes Are flowne in fumo euery glasse is burst Fornace and all rent downe as if a bolt Of thunder had beene driuen through the house Retorts Receiuers Pellicanes Bolt-heads All strooke in shiuers Helpe good sir Alas Subtle falls downe as ina swoune Coldnesse and death inuades him Nay sir MAMMON Doe the fair offices of a man You stand As you were readier to depart then he Who 's there My lord her brother is come One knocks MAM. Ha Lungs FAC. His coach is at the dore Auoid his sight For hee 's as furious as his sister is mad MAM. Alas FAC. My braine is quite vn-done with the fume sir I ne'er must hope to be mine owne man againe MAM. Is all lost Lungs Will nothing be preseru'd Of all our cost FAC. Faith very little sir A peck of coales or so which is cold comfort sir MAM. O my voluptuous mind I am iustly punish'd FAC. And so am I sir MAM. Cast from all my hopes FAC. Nay certainties sir MAM. By mine owne base affections
are that seeke the spoyle of me of you Of ours of all what I can name 's too narrow Follow the sunne and find not their ambition These I behold being Consul nay I aske Their counsells of the state as from good Patriots Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces I not so much as wound yet with my voyce Thou wast last night with LECCA CATILINE Your shares of Italie you there diuided Appointed who and whither each should goe What men should stay behind in Rome were chosen Your offices set downe the parts mark'd out And places of the citie for the fire Thy selfe thou affirmd'st wast readie to depart Onely a little let there was that stay'd thee That I yet liu'd Vpon the word stept forth Three of thy crew to rid thee of that care Two vnder-tooke this morning before day To kill me in my bed All this I knew Your conuent scarce dismiss'd arm'd all my seruants Call'd both my brother and friends shut out your clients You sent to visite me whose names I told To some there of good place before they came CATO Yes I and QVINTVS CATVLVS can affirme it CAES. He 's lost and gone His spirits haue forsooke him CIC. If this be so why CATILINE do'st thou stay Goe where thou mean'st The ports are open forth The campe abroad wants thee their chiefe too long Lead with thee all thy troupes out Purge the citie Draw drie that noysome and pernicious sinke Which left behind thee would infect the world Thou wilt free me of all my feares at once To see a wall betweene vs Do'st thou stop To doe that now commanded which before Of thine owne choice thou' rt prone to Goe The Consul Bids thee an enemie to depart the citie Whither thou 'lt aske to exile I not bid Thee that But aske my counsell I perswade it What is there here in Rome that can delight thee Where not a soule without thine owne foule knot But feares and hates thee What domesticke note Of priuate filthinesse but is burnt in Into thy life What close and secret shame But is growne one with thy knowne infamy What lust was euer absent from thine eyes What leud fact from thy hands what wickednesse From thy whole body where 's that youth drawne in Within thy nets or catch'd vp with thy baits Before whose rage thou hast not borne a sword And to whose lusts thou hast not held a torch Thy latter nuptialls I let passe in silence Where sinnes incredible on sinnes were heap't Which I not name lest in a ciuill state So monstrous facts should either appeare to be Or not to be reueng'd Thy fortunes too I glance not at which hang but till next Ides I come to that which is more knowne more publike The life and safetie of vs all by thee Threatned and sought Stood'st thou not in the field When LEPIDVS and TVLLVS were our Consuls Vpon the day of choice arm'd and with forces To take their liues and our chiefe citizens When not thy feare nor conscience chang'd thy mind But the meere fortune of the common-wealth With-stood thy actiue malice Speake but right How often hast thou made attempt on me How many of thy assaults haue I declin'd With shifting but my body as wee 'ld say Wrested thy dagger from thy hand how oft How often hath it falne or slip't by chance Yet can thy side not want it which how vow'd Or with what rites 't is sacred of thee I know not That still thou mak'st it a necessitie To fixe it in the body of a Consul But let me loose this way and speake to thee Not as one mou'd with hatred which I ought But pitty of which none is owing thee CAT. No more then vnto TANTALVS or TITYVS CIC. Thou cam'st e're-while into this Senate Who Of such a frequency so many friends And kindred thou hast here saluted thee Were not the seates made bare vpon thy entrance Riss'not the consular men and left their places So soone as thou sat'st downe and fled thy side Like to a plague or ruine knowing how oft They had beene by thee mark'd out for the shambles How dost thou beare this Surely if my slaues At home fear'd me with halfe th' affright and horror That here thy fellow-citizens doe thee I should soone quit my house and thinke it need too Yet thou dar'st tarry here Goe forth at last Condemne thy selfe to flight and solitude Discharge the common-wealth of her deepe feare Goe into banishment if thou wait'st the word Why do'st thou looke They all consent vnto it Do'st thou expect th' authoritie of their voyces Whose silent wills condemne thee While they sit They approue it while they suffer it they decree it And while they' are silent to it they proclaime it Proue thou there honest I le endure the enuie But there 's no thought thou should'st be euer he Whom either shame should call from filthinesse Terror from danger or discourse from furie Goe I intreat thee yet why doe I so When I alreadie know they' are sent afore That tarry for thee 'in armes and doe expect thee On th' AVRELIAN way I know the day Set downe 'twixt thee and MANLIVS vnto whom The siluer eagle too is sent before Which I doe hope shall proue to thee as banefull As thou conceiu'st it to the common-wealth But may this wise and sacred Senate say What mean'st thou MARCVS TVLLIVS If thou know'st That CATILINE be look'd for to be chiefe Of an intestine warre that he 'is the author Of such a wickednesse the caller out Of men of marke in mischiefe to an action Of so much horror Prince of such a treason Why do'st thou send him forth why let him scape This is to giue him libertie and power Rather thou should'st lay hold vpon him send him To deseru'd death and a iust punishment To these so holy voices thus I answere If I did thinke it timely Gonscript Fathers To punish him with death I would not giue The Fencer vse of one short houre to breath But when there are in this graue order some Who with soft censures still doe nource his hopes Some that with not beleeuing haue confirm'd His designes more and whose authoritie The weaker as the worst men too haue follow'd I would now send him where they all should see Cleere as the light his heart shine where no man Could be so wickedly or fondly stupide But should cry out he saw touch'd felt and grasp't it Then when he hath runne out himselfe led forth His desp'rate partie with him blowne together Aides of all kindes both shipwrack'd mindes and fortunes Not onely the growne euill that now is sprung And sprouted forth would be pluck'd vp and weeded But the stocke roote and seed of all the mischiefes Choking the common-wealth Where should we take Of such a swarme of traytors onely him Our cares and feares might seeme a while relieu'd But the maine perill would bide still enclos'd Deepe in the veines and bowells
shall obserue their grauitie And their reseruednesse their many cautions Fitting their persons SEM. I doe wonder much That states and common-wealths employ not women To be Ambassadors sometimes we should Doe as good publike seruice and could make As honorable spies for so THVCIDIDES Calls all Ambassadors Are they come CETHEGVS CET. Doe you aske me Am I your scout or baud LEN. O CAIVS it is no such businesse CET. No What do's a woman at it then SEM. Good sir There are of vs can be as exquisite traytors As ere a male-conspirator of you all CET. I at smock-treason matron I beleeue you And if I were your husband but when I Trust to your cob-web-bosomes any other Let me there die a slie and feast you spider LEN. You are too sowre and harsh CETHEGVS CET. You Are kind and courtly I l'd be torne in pieces With wild HIPPOLYTVS nay proue the death Euery limbe ouer e're I l'd trust a woman With wind could I retaine it SEM. Sir They 'll be trusted With as good secrets yet as you haue any And carry'hem too as close and as conceal'd As you shall for your heart CET. I le not contend with you Either in tongue or carriage good CALIPSO LON. Th' ambassadors are come CET. Thanks to thee MERCVRY That so hast rescu'd me LEN. How now VOLTVRTIVS VOL. They doe desire some speech with you in priuate LEN. O! 't is about the prophecie belike And promise of the SIBYLLIS GAB. It may be SEM. Shun they to treat with me too GAB. No good lady You may partake I haue told 'hem who you are SEM. I should be loth to be left out and here too CET. Can these or such be any aides to vs Looke they as they were built to shake the world Or be a moment to our enterprise A thousand such as they are could not make One atome of our soules They should be men Worth heauens feare that looking vp but thus Would make IOVE stand vpon his guard and draw Himselfe within his thonder which amaz'd He should discharge in vaine and they vn-hurt Or if they were like CAPANEVS at Thebes They should hang dead vpon the highest spires And aske the second bolt to be throwne downe Why LENTVLVS talke you so long This time Had beene enough t' haue scatter'd all the starres T' haue quench'd the sunne and moone and made the world Despaire of day or any light but ours LEN. How doe you like this spirit In such men Mankind doth liue They are such soules as these That moue the world SEM. I though he beare me hard I yet mustdoe him right He is a spirit Of the right MARTIAN breed ALL. He is a MARS Would we had time to liue here and admire him LEN. Well I doe see you would preuent the Consul And I commend your care It was but reason To aske our lettters and we had prepar'd them Goe in and we will take an oath and seale 'hem You shall haue letters too to CATILINE To visite him i' the way and to confirme The association This our friend VOLTVRTIVS Shall goe along with you Tell our great generall That were readie here that LVCIVS BESTIA The Tribune is prouided of a speech To lay the enuie of the warre on CICERO That all but long for his approach and person And then you are made free-men as our selues CICERO FLACCVS POMTINIVS SANGA I cannot feare the warre but to succeed well Both for the honor of the cause and worth Of him that doth command For my colleague Being so ill affected with the gout Will not be able to be there in person And then PETREIVS his lieutenant must Of need take charge o' the armie who is much The better souldier hauing beene a Tribune Prefect Lieutenant Prator in the warre These thirtie yeeres so conuersant i' the armie As he knowes all the souldiers by their names FLA. They 'll fight then brauely with him POM. I and he Will lead 'hem on as brauely CIC. They'haue a foe Will aske their braueries whose necessities Will arme him like a furie But how euer I 'le trust it to the anage and the fortune of good PETREIVS who 's a worthy patriot METELLVS CELER with three legions too Will stop their course for Gallia How now FABIVS SAN. The traine hath taken You must instantly Dispose your guards vpon the Miluian bridge For by that way they meane to come CIC. Then thither POMTINIVS and FLACCVS I must pray you To lead that force you haue and seize them all Let not a person scape Th' ambassadors Will yeeld themselues If there be any tumult I le send you aide I in meane time will call LENTVLVS to me GABINIVS and CETHEGVS STATILIVS CEPARIVS and all these By seuerall messengers who no doubt will come Without sense or suspicion Prodigall men Feele not their owne stocke wasting When I haue 'hem I le place those guards vpon 'hem that they start not SAN. But what 'll you doe with SEMPRONIA CIC. A states anger Should not take knowledge eyther of fooles or women I do not know whether my ioy or care Ought to be greater that I haue discouer'd So foule a treason or must vndergoe The enuie of so many great mens fate But happen what there can I will be iust My fortune may forsake me not my vertue That shall goe with me and before me still And glad me doing well though I heare ill PRAETORS ALLOBROGES VOLTVRTIVS FLA. Stand who goes there ALL. We are th' ALLOBROGES And friends of Rome POM. If you be so then yeeld Your selues vnto the Praetors who in name Of the whole Senate and the people of Rome Yet till you cleare your selues charge you of practise Against the State VOL. Die friends and be not taken FLA. What voyce is that Downe with 'hem all ALL. We yeeld POM. What 's he stands out Kill him there VOL. Hold hold hold I yeeld vpon conditions FLA. We giue none To traytors strike him downe VOL. My name 's VOLTVRTIVS I know POMTINIVS POM. But he knowes not you While you stand out vpon these trayterous termes VOL. I 'le yeeld vpon the safety of my life POM. If it be forfeyted we cannot saue it VOL. Promise to doe your best I am not so guilty As many others I can name and will If you will grant me fauour POM All we can Is to deliuer you to the Consul Take him And thanke the gods that thus haue saued Rome CHORVS NOw do our eares before our eyes Like men in mists Discouer who 'ld the state surprise And who resists And as these clouds doe yeeld to light Now do we see Our thoughts of things how they did fight Which seem'd t' agree Of what strange pieces are we made Who nothing know But as new ayres our eares inuade Still censure so That now doe hope and now doe feare And now enuy And then doe hate and then loue deare But know not why Or if we doe it is so late As our
spare 'hem But as things now stand Fathers to spare these men were to commit A greater wickednesse then you would reuenge If there had beene but time and place for you To haue repair'd this fault you should haue made it It should haue beene your punishment to' haue felt Your tardie error but necessitie Now bids me say let 'hem not liue an houre If you meane Rome should liue a day I haue done SEN. CATO hath spoken like an oracle CRA. Let it be so decreed SEN. We are all fearefull SYL. And had beene base had not his vertue rais'd vs SEN. Goe forth most worthy Consul wee 'll assist you CAES. I 'am not yet chang'd in my sentence Fathers CAT. No matter What be those SER. Letters for CAESAR CAT. From whom let 'hem be read in open Senate Fathers they come from the conspirators I craue to haue 'hem read for the republique CAES. CATO reade you it 'T is a loue-letter From your deare sister to me though you hate me Doe not discouer it CAT. Hold thee drunkard Consul Goe forth and confidently CAES. You 'll repent This rashnesse CICERO PRAE. CAESAR shall repent it CIC. Hold friends PRAE. Hee 's scarce a friend vnto the publike CIC. No violence CAESAR be safe Leade on Where are the publike executioners Bid 'hem wait on vs On to SPINTHERS house Bring LENTVLVS forth Here you the sad reuengers Of capitall crimes against the publike take This man vnto your iustice strangle him LEN. Thou do'st well Consul 'T was a cast at dice In FORTVNES hand not long since that thy selfe Should'st haue heard these or other words as fatall CIC. Leade on to QVINTVS CORNIFICIVS house Bring forth CETHEGVS Take him to the due Death that he hath deseru'd and let it be Said He was once CET. A beast or what is worse A slaue CETHEGVS Let that be the name For all that 's base hereafter That would let This worme pronounce on him and not haue trampled His body into Ha! Art thou not mou'd CIC. Iustice is neuer angrie Take him hence CET. O the whore FORTVNE and her bawds the Fates That put these tricks on men which knew the way To death by a sword Strangle me I may sleepe I shall grow angrie with the gods else CIC. Leade To CAIVS CAESAR for STATILIVS Bring him and rude GABINIVS out Here take 'hem To your cold hands and let 'hem feele death from you GAB. I thanke you you doe me a pleasure STA. And me too CAT. So MARCVS TVLLIVS thou maist now stand vp And call it happy Rome thou being Consul Great parent of thy countrie goe and let The old men of the citie ere they die Kisse thee the matrons dwell about thy necke The youths and maides lay vp 'gainst they are old What kind of man thou wert to tell their nephewes When such a yeere they reade within our Fasti Thy Consul-ship Who 's this PETREIVS CIC. Welcome Welcome renowned souldier What 's the newes This face can bring no ill with 't vnto Rome How do's the worthy Consul my colleague PET. As well as victorie can make him sir He greets the Fathers and to me hath trusted The sad relation of the ciuill strife For in such warre the conquest still is black CIC. Shall we with-draw into the house of Concord CAT. No happy Consul here let all eares take The benefit of this tale If he had voyce To spread vnto the poles and strike it through The center to the Antipodes It would aske it PET. The streights and needs of CATILINE being such As he must fight with one of the two armies That then had neere enclos'd him It pleas'd Fate To make vs th' obiect of his desperate choise Wherein the danger almost paiz'd the honor And as he riss' the day grew black with him And Fate descended neerer to the earth As if shee meant to hide the name of things Vnder her wings and make the world her quarrie At this we rous'd lest one small minutes stay Had left it to be enquir'd what Rome was And as we ought arm'd in the confidence Of our great cause in forme of battaile stood Whilst CATILINE came on not with the face Of any man but of a publique ruine His count'nance was a ciuill warre it selfe And all his host had standing in their lookes The palenesse of the death that was to come Yet cryed they out like vultures and vrg'd on As if they would precipitate our fates Nor staid we longer for 'hem But himselfe Strooke the first stroke And with it fled a life Which cut it seem'd a narrow necke of land Had broke betweene two mightie seas and either Flow'd into other for so did the slaughter And whirl'd about as when two violent tides Meet and not yeeld The Furies stood on hills Circling the place and trembled to see men Doe more then they whilst pietie left the field Grieu'd for that side that in so bad a cause They knew not what a crime their valour was The sunne stood still and was behind the cloud The battaile made seene sweating to driue vp His frighted horse whom still the noyse droue backward And now had fierce ENYO like a flame Consum'd all it could reach and then it selfe Had not the fortune of the common-wealth Come PALLAS-like to euery Roman thought Which CATILINE seeing and that now his troops Couer'd that earth they had fought on with their trunkes Ambitious of great fame to crowne his ill Collected all his furie and ran in Arm'd with a glorie high as his despaire Into our battaile like a Lybian lyon Vpon his hunters scornefull of our weapons Carelesse of wounds plucking downe liues about him Till he had circled in himselfe with death Then fell he too t' embrace it where it lay And as in that rebellion 'gainst the gods MINERVA holding forth MEDVSA'S head One of the gyant brethren felt himselfe Grow marble at the killing sight and now Almost made stone began t' inquire what flint What rocke it was that crept through all his limmes And ere he could thinke more was that he fear'd So CATILINE at the sight of Rome in vs Became his tombe yet did his looke retayne Some of his fiercenesse and his hands still mou'd As if he labour'd yet to graspe the state With those rebellious parts CAT. A braue bad death Had this beene honest now and for his countrey As 't was against it who had ere fallen greater CIC. Honor'd PETREIVS Rome not I must thanke you How modestly has he spoken of himselfe CAT. He did the more CIC. Thanks to the immortall gods Romans I now am paid for all my labours My watchings and my dangers Here conclude Your praises triumphs honors and rewards Decreed to me only the memorie Of this glad day if I may know it liue Within your thoughts shall much affect my conscience Which I must alwayes studie before fame Though both be good the latter yet is worst And euer is ill got without the first THE