you for a Spirit and I le coniure you before I ha' done Charl. No I le turne Coniurer Diuell within this Circle in the midst of all thy force and malice I coniure thee doe thy worst D'am. Away with him Exeunt Officers with Charlemont Seba. Sir I haue got a scratch or two here for your sake I hope you 'l giue mee money to pay the Surgeon D'am. Borachio fetch me a thousand Crownes I am content to countenance the freedome of your spirit when t' is worthily imployed A Gods name giue behauiour the full scope of gen'rous libertie but let it not disperse and spend it selfe in courses of vnbounded licence Here pay for your hurts Exit D'amville Seba. I thanke you sir Gen'rous libertie that is to say freely to bestow my habilities to honest purposes Me thinkes I should not follow that instruction now if hauing the meanes to doe an honest office for an honest fellow I should neglect it Charlemont lyes in prison for a thousand Crownes And here I haue a thousand Crownes Honestie tels mee t' were well done to release Charlemont But discretion sayes I had much a doe to come by this and when this shall be gone I know not where to singer any more especially if I employ it to this vse which is like to endanger mee into my Fathers perpetuall displeasure And then I may goe hang my selfe or be forc'd to doe that will make another saue mee the labour No matter Charlemont Thou gau'st mee my life and that 's somewhat of a purer earth then gold as fine as it is T' is no courtesie I doe thee but thankefulnesse I owe thee it and I le pay it Hee sought brauely but the Officers drag'd him villanously Arrant knaues for vsing him so discourteously may the sins o' the poore people be so few that you sha'not be able to spare so much out o' your gettings as will pay for the hyre of a lame staru'd hackney to ride to an execution But goe a foote to the gallowes and be hang'd May elder brothers turne good husbands and younger brothers get good wiues that there be no neede of debt-bookes nor vse of Serieants May there be all peace but i' the warre and all charitie but i' the Diuell so that prisons may be turn'd to Hospitals though the Officers liue othe beneuolence If this curse might come to passe the world would say Blessed be he that curseth Exit Enter Charlemont in prison Charl. I graunt the Heauen Thy goodnesse doth command Our punishments but yet no further then The measure of our sinnes How should they else Be iust Or how should that good purpose of Thy Iustice take effect by bounding men Within the confines of humanitie When our afflictions doe exceede our crimes Then they doe rather teach the barb'rous world Examples that extend her cruelties Beyond their owne dimentions and instruct Our actions to be more more barbarous O my afflicted soule How torment swels Thy apprehension with prophane conceipt Against the sacred iustice of my God Our owne constructions are the authors of Our miserie We neuer measure our Conditions but with Men aboue vs in Estate So while our Spirits labour to Be higher then our fortunes th' are more base Since all those attributes which make men seeme Superiour to vs are Man's Subiects and Were made to serue him The repining Man Is of a seruile spirit to deiect The valew of himselfe below their estimation Enter Sebastian with the Keeper Seba. Here Take my sword How now my wilde Swag'rer y' are tame enough now are you not The penurie of a prison is like a soft consumption T' will humble the pride o' your mortalitie and arme your soule in compleate patience to endure the waight of affliction without feeling it What Hast no musicke in thee Th' hast trebles and bases enough Treble iniurie and base vsage But trebles and bases make poore musick without meanes Thou want'st Meanes Doest what Doest droope art deiected Charl. No Sir I haue a heart aboue the reach Of thy most violent maliciousnesse A fortitude in scorne of thy contempt Since Fate is pleas'd to haue me suffer it That can beare more then thou hast power t' inflict I was a Baron That thy Father has Depriu'd me off In stead of that I am Created King I 'ue lost a Signiorie That was confin'd within a piece of earth A Wart vpon the body of the world But now I am an Emp'rour of a world This little world of Man My passions are My Subiects and I can command them laugh Whilst thou doest tickle 'em to death with miserie Seba. T' is brauely spoken and I loue thee for 't Thou liest here for a thousand crownes Here are a thousand to redeeme thee Not for the ransome o' my life thou gau'st mee That I value not at one crowne T' is none o' my deed Thanke my Father for 't T' is his goodnesse Yet hee lookes not for thankes For he does it vnder hand out of a reseru'd disposition to doe thee good without ostentation Out o' great heart you 'l refus 't now will you Charl. No Since I must submit my selfe to Fate I neuer will neglect the offer of one benefit but entertaine them as her fauours and th' inductions to some end of better fortune As whose instrument I thanke thy courtesie Seba. Well come along Exeunt Enter D'amville and Castabella D'am Daughter you doe not well to vrge me I Ha' done no more then Iustice Charlemont Shall die and rot in prison and t' is iust Casta. O Father Mercie is an attribute As high as Iustice an essentiall part Of his vnbounded goodnesse whose diuine Impression forme and image man should beare And me thinks Man should loue to imitate His Mercie since the onely countenance Of Iustice were destruction if the sweet And louing fauour of his mercie did Not mediate betweene it and our weakenesse D'am. Forbeare You will displease me He shal rot Casta. Deare Sir Since by your greatnesse you Are nearer heau'n in place be nearer it In goodnesse Rich men should transcend the poore As clouds the earth rais'd by the comfort of The Sunne to water dry and barren grounds If neither the impression in your soule Of goodnesse nor the dutie of your place As goodnesse substitute can moue you then Let nature which in Sauages in beasts Can stirre to pittie tell you that hee is Your kinsman D'am. You expose your honestie To strange construction Why should you so vrge Release for Charlemont Come you professe More nearenesse to him then your modestie Can answere You haue tempted my suspition I tell thee hee shall starue and dye and rot Enter Charlemont and Sebastian Charl. Vncle I thanke you D'am. Much good do it you Who did release him Seba. I Exit Castabella D'am. You are a villaine Seba. Y' are my Father Exit Sebastian D'am. I must temporize Nephew had not his open freedome made My disposition knowne I would ha' borne The course and inclination of
as soft Obedience But my affection to the warre Is as heriditary as my bloud To eu'ry life of all my ancestry Your predecessours were your presidents And you are my example Shall I serue For nothing but a vaine Parenthesis i' th' honour'd story of your Familie Or hang but like an emptie Scutcheon Betweene the trophee's of my predecessours And the rich Armes of my posteritie There 's not a French-man of good bloud and youth But eyther out of spirit or example Is turn'd a Souldier Onely Charlemont Must be reputed that same heartlesse thing That Cowards will be bold to play vpon Enter D'amville Rousard and Sebastian D'am. Good morrow my Lord Mont. Morrow good brother Charl. Good morrow Vncle D'am. Morrow kinde Nephew What ha' you wash'd your eyes wi'teares this morning Come by my soule his purpose does deserue Your free consent Your tendernesse disswades him What to the Father of a Gentleman Should be more tender then the maintenance And the increase of honour to his house My Lord here are my Boyes I should be proud That eyther this were able or that inclin'd To be my Nephewes braue competitor Mont. Your importunities haue ouercome Pray God my forc'd graunt proue not ominous D'am. We haue obtain'd it Ominous in what It cannot be in anything but death And I am of a confident beliefe That eu'n the time place manner of our deathes Doe follow Fate with that necessitie That makes vs sure to dye And in a thing Ordain'd so certainly vnalterable What can the vse of prouidence preuaile Belforest Leuidulcia Castabella attended Bel. Morrow my Lord Montferrers Lord D'amville Good morrow Gentlemen Couzen Charlemont Kindly good morrow Troth I was afeard I should ha come too late to tell you that I wish your vndertakings a successe That may deserue the measure of their worth Char. My Lord my dutie would not let me goe Without receiuing your commandements Bel. Accomplements are more for ornament Then vse Wee should imploy no time in them But what our serious businesse will admit Mont. Your fauour had by his duty beene preuented If we had not with-held him in the way D'am. Hee was o'comming to present his seruice But now no more The Cooke inuites to breakfast Wil t please your Lordship enter Noble Lady Manent Charlemont and Castabella Charl. My noble Mistresse this accomplement Is like an elegant and mouing speech Compos'd of many sweete perswasiue points Which second one onother with a fluent Increase and confirmation of their force Reseruing still the best vntill the last To crowne the strong impulsion of the rest With a full conquest of the hearers sense Because th' impression of the last we speake Doth alwayes longest and most constantly Possesse the entertainment of remembrance So all that now salute my taking leaue Haue added numerously to the loue Wherewith I did receiue their courtesie But you deare Mistresse being the last and best That speakes my farewell like th' imperious cloze Of a most sweete Oration wholy haue Possess'd my liking and shall euer liue Within the soule of my true memory So Mistresse with this kisse I take my leaue Casta. My worthy Seruant you mistake th' intent Of kissing T' was not meant to separate A paire of Louers but to be the seale Of Loue importing by the ioyning of Our mutuall and incorporated breathes That we should breath but one contracted life Or stay at home or let me goe with you Charl. My Castabella for my selfe to stay Or you to goe would either taxe my youth With a dishonourable weakenesse or Your louing purpose with immodestie Enter Languebeau Snuffe And for the satisfaction of your loue Heere comes a man whose knowledge I haue made A witnesse to the contract of our vowes Which my returne by marriage shall confirme Lang. I salute you both with the spirit of copulation 〈◊〉 already informed of your matrimoniall purposes and will testimonie to the integritie Casta. O the sad trouble of my fearefull soule My faithfull seruant did you neuer heare That when a certaine great man went to th' warre The louely face of heau'n was masqu'd with sorrow The sighing windes did moue the breast of earth The heauie cloudes hung downe their mourning heads And wept sad showers the day that hee went hence As if that day presag'd some ill successe That fatallie should kill his happinesse And so it came to passe Me thinkes my eyes Sweet Heau'n forbid are like those weeping cloudes And as their showers presag'd so doe my teares Some sad euent will follow my sad feares Charl. Fie superstitious is it bad to kisse Casta. May all my feares hurt me no more then this Lang. Fie fie fie these carnall kisses doe stirre vp the Concupisences of the flesh Enter Belforest and Leuidulcia Leuid. O! heer 's your daughter vnder her seruants lips Charl. Madame there is no cause you should mistrust The kisse I gaue t' was but a parting one Leuid. A lustie bloud Now by the lip of Loue Were I to choose your ioyning one for mee Bel. Your Father stayes to bring you on the way Farewell The great commander of the warre Prosper the course you vndertake Farewell Charl. My Lord I humbly take my leaue Madame I kisse your hand And your sweet lip Farewell Manent Charlemont and Languebeau Her power to speake is perish'd in her teares Something within me would perswade my stay But Reputation will not yeeld vnto 't Deare Sir you are the man whose honest trust My confidence hath chosen for my friend I feare my absence will discomfort her You haue the power and opportunitie To moderate her passion Let her griefe Receiue that friendship from you and your Loue Shall not repent it selfe of courtesie Lang. Sir I want words and protestation to insinuate into your credit but in plainnesse and truth I wil quallifie her griefe with the spirit of consolation Charl. Sir I will take your friendship vp at vse And feare not that your profit shall be small Your interest shall exceede your principall Exit Charl. Enter D'amville and Borachio D'am. Mounsieur Languebeau Happily encountred The honestie of your conuersation makes me request more int'rest in your familiaritie Lang. If your Lordship will be pleased to salute me without ceremonie I shall be willing to exchange my seruice for your fauour but this worshipping kinde of entertainment is a superstitious vanitie in plainnesse and truth I loue it not D'am. I embrace your disposition and desire to giue you as liberall assurance of my loue as my Lord Belforest your deserued fauourer Lan. His Lordship is pleased with my plainnesse and truth of conuersation D'am. It cannot displease him In the behauiour of his noble daughter Castabella a man may read her worth and your instruction Lang. That Gentlewoman is most sweetly modest faire honest handsome wise well-borne and rich D'am. You haue giuen me her picture in small Lang. Shee 's like your Dyamond a temptation in euery mans eye yet not yeelding to any
you cry for something So he claps my head betweene his legges and pulles off my shooe I hauing shifted no sockes in a sea night the Gentleman cryed foh and said my feete were base and cowardly feete they stuncke for feare Then hee knock'd my shooe about my pate and I cryed O once more In the meane time comes a shag hair'd dogge by and rubbes against his shinnes The Gentleman tooke the dog in shagge-haire to be some Watch-man in a rugge gowne and swore hee would hang mee vp at the next doore with my lanthorne in my hand that passengers might see their way as they went without rubbing against Gentlemens shinnes So for want of a Cord hee tooke his owne garters off and as he was going to make a nooze I watch'd my time and ranne away And as I ranne indeede I bid him hang himselfe in his owne gatters So hee in choler pursued mee hither as you see Bel. Why this sauours of distraction Leu. Of meere distraction Fres. How soeuer it sauours I am sure it smels like a lye Bel Thou maist goe forth at the backe doore honest fellow the way is priuate and safe Fres. So it had neede for your fore-doore here is both common and dangerous Exit Belforest Leu. Good night honest Fresco Fres. Good night Madame if you get mee kissing o'Ladies againe Exit Fresco Leu. This fals out handsomely But yet the matter does not well succeed Till I haue brought it to the very deede Exit Enter Charlemont in Armes a Musquetier and a Serieant Charl. Serieant what houre o' the night is 't Ser. About one Charl. I would you would relieue me for I am So heauie that I shall ha' much adoe To stand out my perdu Thunder and Lightning Ser. I le e'en but walke The round sir and then presently returne Soul For God's sake Serieant relieue me aboue fiue houres together in so foule a stormy night as this Ser. Why t' is a musique Souldier Heauen and earth are now in consort when the Thunder and the Canon play one to another Exit Serieant Charl. I know not why I should be thus inclin'd to sleepe I feele my disposition press'd with a necessitie of heauines Souldier if thou hast any better eyes I prithee wake mee when the Serieant comes Soul Sir t' is so darke and stormy that I shall scarce eyther see or heare him e'er he comes vpon mee Charl. I cannot force my selfe to wake Sleepes Enter the ghost of Montferrers Mont. Returne to France for thy old Father 's dead And thou by murther disinherited Attend with patience the successe of things But leaue reuenge vnto the King of kings Exit Charlemont arts and wakes Charl. O my affrighted soule what fearefull dreame Was this that wak'd mee Dreames are but the rais'd Impressions of premeditated things By serious apprehension left vpon Our mindes or else th' imaginary shapes Of obiects proper to th' complexion or The dispositions of our bodyes These Can neyther of them be the cause why I Should dreame thus for my mind has not been mou'd With any one conception of a thought To such a purpose nor my nature wont To trouble me with phantasies of terror It must be something that my Genius would Informe me of Now gratious heauen forbid O! let my Spirit be depriu'd of all Fore-sight and knowledge ere it vnderstand That vision acted or diuine that act To come Why should I thinke so Left I not My worthy Father i' the kind regard Of a most louing Vncle Souldier sawst No apparition of a man Soul You dreame Sir I saw nothing Charl. Tush These idle dreames Are fabulous Our boyling phantasies Like troubled waters falsifie the shapes Of things retain'd in them and make 'em seeme Confounded when they are distinguish'd So My actions daily conuersant with warre The argument of bloud and death had left Perhaps th' imaginary presence of Some bloudy accident vpon my minde Which mix'd confusedly with other thoughts Whereof th' remembrance of my Father might Be one presented all together seeme Incorporate as if his body were The owner of that bloud the subiect of That death when hee 's at Paris and that bloud Shed here It may be thus I would not leaue The warre for reputatio'ns sake vpon An idle apprehension a vaine dreame Enter the Ghost Soul Stand Stand I say No Why then haue at thee Sir if you will not stand I le make you fall Nor stand nor fall Nay then the Diuel's damme has broke her husbands head for sure it is a Spirit I shot it through and yet it will not fall Exit The Ghost approaches Charlemont Hee fearefully auoids it Char. O pardon me my doubtfull heart was slow To credit that which I did feare to know Exeunt Actus tertii Scena prima Enter the Funerall of Montferrers D'amville SEt downe the Body Pay earth what shee lent But shee shall beare a liuing monument To let succeeding ages truely know That shee is satisfied what hee did owe Both principall and vse because his worth Was better at his death then at his birth A dead march Enter the Funerall of Charlemont as a Souldier D'am. And with his Body place that memorie Of noble Charlemont his worthie Sonne And giue their Graues the rites that doe belong To Souldiers They were Souldiers both The Father Held open warre with Sinne the Sonne with bloud This in a warre more gallant that more good The first volley D'am. There place their Armes and here their Epitaphes And may these Lines suruiue the last of graues The Epitaph of Montferrers HEre lye the Ashes of that earth and fire whose heat and fruit ded feede and warme the poore And they as if they would in sighes expire and into teares dissolue his death deplore Hee did that good freelie for goodnesse sake unforc'd for gen'rousnesse he held so deare That hee fear'd none but him that did him make and yet he seru'd him more for loue then feare So 's life prouided that though he did dye A death yet dyed not sodainely The Epitaph of Charlement HIs Body lies interr'd within this would Who dyed a young man yet departed old And in all strength of youth that Man can haue Was ready still to drop into his graue For ag'd in vertue with a youthfull eye He welcom'd it being still prepar'd to dye And liuing so though young depriu'd of breath He did not suffer an vntimely death But we may say of his braue bless'd decease He dyed in warre and yet hee dyed in peace The second volley D'am. O might that fire reuiue the ashes of This Phenix yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good and wondred at For that His liues example was so true A practique of Religion's Theorie That her Diuinitie seem'd rather the Description then th' instruction of his life And of his goodnesse was his vertuous Sonne A worthy imitatour So that on These two Herculean pillars where their armes Are plac'd there may be writ Non
reason for my loue Casta. Loue me my Lord I doe beleeue it for I am the wife of him you loue D'am. T' is true By my perswasion thou wert forc'd to marrie one vnable to performe the office of a Husband I was author of the wrong My conscience suffers vnder 't and I would disburthen it by satisfaction Casta. How D'am. I will supply that pleasure to thee which he cannot Casta. Are y'a diuell or a man D'am. A man and such a man as can returne thy entertainment with as prodigall a body as the couetous desire of woman euer was delighted with So that besides the full performance of thy empty Husbands dutie thou shalt haue the ioy of children to continue the succession of thy bloud For the appetite that steales her pleasure drawes the forces of the body to an vnited strength and puts 'em altogether into action neuer failes of procreation All the purposes of Man aime but at one of these two ends pleasure or profit And in this one sweet coniunction of our loues they both will meete Would it not grieue thee that a Stranger to thy bloud should lay the first foundation of his house vpon the ruines of thy family Casta. Now Heau'n defend me May my memorie be vtterly extinguish'd and the heire of him that was my Fathers enemie raise his eternall monument vpon our ruines ere the greatest pleasure or the greatest profit euer tempt me to continue it by incest D'am. Incest Tush These distances affinitie obserues are articles of bondage cast vpon our freedomes by our owne subiections Nature allowes a gen'rall libertie of generation to all creatures else Shall Man to whose command and vse all creatures were made subiect be lesse free then they Casta. O God! is thy vnlimited and infinite omnipotence lesse free because thou doest no ill or if you argue meerely out of Nature doe you not degenerate from that and are you not vnworthie the prerogatiue of Natures Maister-piece when basely you prescribe your selfe authoritie and law from their examples whom you should command I could confute you but the horrour of the argument confounds my vnderstanding Sir I know you doe but try me in your Sonnes behalfe suspecting that my strength and youth of bloud cannot containe themselues with impotence Beleeue me Sir I neuer wrong'd him If it be your lust O quench it on their prostituted flesh whose trade of sinne can please desire with more delight and lesse offence The poyson of your breath euaporated from so foule a soule infects the ayre more then the dampes that rise from bodies but halfe rotten in their graues D'am. Kisse me I warrant thee my breath is sweet These dead mens bones lie heere of purpose to inuite vs to supply the number of the liuing Come we 'l get young bones and doe 't I will enioy thee No Nay then inuoke your great suppos'd protectour I will doe 't Casta. Suppos'd protectour Are y'an Athiest Then I know my prayers and teares are spent in vaine O patient Heau'n Why doest thou not expresse thy wrath in thunderbolts to teare the frame of man in pieces How can earth endure the burthen of this wickednesse without an earthquake Or the angry face of Heau'n be not enflam'd with lighning D'am. Coniure vp the Diuell and his Dam Crie to the graues the dead can heare thee inuocate their helpe Casta. O would this graue might open and my body were bound to the dead carkasse of a man for euer e're it entertaine the lust of this detested villaine D'am. Tereas-like thus I will force my passage to Charl. The Diuell Charlemont rises in the disguise and frights D'amville away Now Lady with the hand of Charlemont I thus redeeme you from the arme of lust My Castabella Casta. My deare Charlemont Charl. For all my wrongs I thanke thee gracious Heau'n th' ast made me satisfaction to reserue me for this blessed purpose Now sweet Death I 'le bid thee welcome Come I 'le guard thee home and then I 'le cast my selfe into the armes of apprehension that the law may make this worthie worke the crowne of all my actions being the best and last Casta. The last The law Now Heau'n forbid what ha' you done Charl. Why I haue kill'd a man not murder'd him my Castabella He would ha' murder'd me Casta. Then Charlemont the hand of Heau'n directed thy defence That wicked Athiest I suspect his plot Charl. My life he seekes I would he had it since he has depriu'd mee of those blessings that should make mee loue it Come I 'le giue it him Casta. You sha'not I will first expose my selfe to certaine danger then for my defence destroy the man that sau'd mee from destruction Charl. Thou canst not satisfie me better then to be the instrument of my release from miserie Casta. Then worke it by escape Leaue mee to this protection that still guards the innocent Or I will be a partner in your destinie Charl. My soule is heauie Come lie downe to rest These are the pillowes whereon men sleepe best They lie downe with either of them a Death's head for a pillow Enter Snuffe seeking Soquette Snu. Soquette Soquette Soquette O art thou there He mistakes the body of Borachio for Soquette Verily thou lyest in a fine premiditate readinesse for the purpose Come kisse me sweet Soquette Now puritie defend me from the sinne of Sodom This is a creature of the masculine gender Verily the Man is blasted Yea cold and stiffe Murder murder murder Exit Enter D'amville distractedly starts at the sight of a Death's head D'am. Why doest thou stare vpon me Thou art not the scull of him I murder'd What hast thou to doe to vexe my conscience Sure thou wert the head of a most dogged Vsurer th' art so vncharitable And that Bawde the skie there she could shut the windowes and the dores of this great chamber of the world and draw the curtaines of the clouds betweene those lights and me about this bed of earth when that same Stumpet Murder my selfe committed sin together Then she could leaue vs in the darke till the close deed was done But now that I begin to feele the loathsome horrour of my sinne and like a Leacher emptied of his lust desire to burie my face vnder my eye-browes and would steale from my shame vnseene she meetes me i' th face with all her light corrupted eyes to challenge payment o' mee O beholde Yonder 's the Ghoast of olde Montferrers in a long white sheete climbing yond loftie mountaine to complaine to Heau'n of me Montferrers pox o' fearefulnesse T' is nothing but a faire white cloude Why was I borne a coward He lies that sayes so Yet the count'nance of a bloudlesse worme might ha' the courage now to turne my bloud to water The trembling motion of an Aspen leafe would make me like the shadow of that leafe he shaking vnder 't I could now commit a murder were it but to drinke the fresh warme bloud of
him I murder'd to supply the want and weakenesse o' mine owne t' is growne so colde and flegmaticke Lang. Murder murder murder Within D'am. Mountaines o'erwhelme mee the Ghoast of olde Montferrers haunts me Lang. Murder murder murder D'am. O were my body circumuolu'd within that cloude that when the thunder teares his passage open it might scatter me to nothing in the ayre Enter Languebeau Snuffe with the Watch Lang. Here you shall finde the murder'd body D'am. Black Beelzebub and all his hell-hounds come to apprehend me Lang. No my good Lord Wee come to apprehend the murderer The Ghoast great Pluto was a foole vnfit to be imployed in any serious businesse for the state of hell Why could not he ha' suffer'd me to raise the mountaine o' my sinnes with one as damnable as all the rest and then ha' tumbled me to ruine But apprehend me e'en betweene the purpose and the act before it was committed Watch. Is this the murderer He speakes suspitiously Lang. No verily This is my Lord D'amville And his distraction I thinke growes out of his griefe for the losse of a faithfull seruant For surely I take him to be Borachio that is slaine D'am. Haah Borachio slaine Thou look'st like Snuffe doest not Lang. Yes in sincerity my Lord D'am. Harke thee Sawest thou not a Ghoast Lang. A Ghoast where my Lord I smell a Foxe D'am. Heere i' the Churchyard Lang. Tush tush their walking spirits are meere imaginarie fables There 's no such thing in rerum natura Heere is a man slaine And with the Spirit of consideration I rather think him to be the murderer got into that disguise then any such phantastique toy Da'm. My braines begin to put themselues in order I apprehend thee now T' is e'en so Borachio I will search the Center but I 'le finde the murderer Watch. Heere heere heere D'am. Stay A sleepe so soundly and so sweetly vpon Deathes Heads and in a place so full of feare and horrour Sure there is some other happinesse within the freedome of the conscience then my knowledge e'er attain'd too Ho ho ho Charl. Y' are welcome Vncle Had you sooner come You had beene sooner welcome I 'm the Man You seeke You sha'not neede examine me D'am. My Nephew and my Daughter O my deare Lamented bloud what Fate has cast you thus Vnhappily vpon this accident Charl. You know Sir she 's as cleare as Chastitie D'am. As her owne chastitie The time the place All circumstances argue that vncleare Casta. Sir I confesse it and repentantly Will vndergoe the selfe same punishment That Iustice shall inflict on Charlemont D'am. Vniustly she betrayes her innocence Watch. But Sir she 's taken with you and she must To prison with you D'am. There 's no remedie Yet were it not my Sonnes bed she abus'd My land should flie but both should be excus'd Exeunt Enter Belforest and a Seruant Belfo. Is not my wife come in yet Seru. No my Lord Belfo. Me thinks she 's very affectedly enclin'd To young Sebastian's company o'late But iealousie is such a torment that I am afraid to entertaine it Yet The more I shunne by circumstance to meete Directly with it the more ground I finde To circumuent my apprehension First I know sh 'as a perpetuall appetite Which being so oft encounter'd with a man Of such a bold luxurious freedome as Sebastian is and of so promising A body her owne bloud corrupted will Betray her to temptation Enter Frisco closely Fris. 'Precious I was sent by his Lady to see if her Lord were in bed I should ha' done 't slily without discouery and now I am blurted vpon 'em before I was aware Exit Belfo. Know not you the Gentlewoman my wife brought home Seru. By sight my Lord Her man was here but now Belfo. Her man I pr'ithee runne and call him quickly This villaine I suspect him euer since I found him hid behind the Tapestry Frisco th' art welcome Frisco Leaue vs Doest heare Frisco is not my wife at thy Mistresses Frisco I know not my Lord Belfo. I prithee tell me Frisco we are priuate tell me Is not thy Mistresse a good wench Fris. How meanes your Lordship that A wench o' the trade Belf. Yes faith Frisco e'en a wench o' the trade Fris. O no my Lord Those falling diseases cause baldnesse and my Mistresse recouers the losse of haire for she is a Periwig-maker Belfo. And nothing else Frisc. Sels Falls and Tyres and Bodies for Ladies or so Belfo. So Sir and she helpes my Lady to falles and bodies now and then doe's she not Frise. At her Ladiships pleasure my Lord Belfo. Her pleasure you Rogue you are the Pandar to her pleasure you Varlet are you not you know the conueyances betweene Sebastian and my wife Tell me the truth or by this hand I 'le naile thy bosome to the earth Stirre not you Dogge but quickly tell the truth Frisco O Yes Speake like a Crier Belfo. Is not thy Mistresse a Bawde to my wife Frisco O yes Belfo. And acquainted with her trickes and her plots and her deuises Frisco O yes If any man Court Citie or Countrey has found my Lady Leuidulcia in bed but my Lord Beforest it is Sebastian Belfo. What doest thou proclaime it Doest thou crie it thou villaine Frisco Can you laugh it my Lord I thought you meant to proclaime your selfe Cuckold Enter the Watch Belfo. The Watch Met with my wish I must request th' assistance of your offices Frisco runnes away S'death stay that villaine pursue him Exeunt Enter Snuffe importuning Soquette Sequ. Nay if you get me any more into the Churchyard Snu. Why Soquette I neuer got thee there yet Soqu. Got me there No Not with childe Snu. I promis'd thee I would not and I was as good as my word Soqu. Yet your word was better then than your deede But steale vp into the little matted chamber o' the left hand Snu. I prithee let it be the right hand thou left'st me before and I did not like that Soqu. 'Precious quickly So soone as my Mistresse shall be in bed I 'le come to you Exit Snuffe Enter Sebastian Leuidulcia and Cataplasma Cata. I wonder Frisco stayes so long Seba. Mistresse Soquette a word with you Whisper Leui. If he brings word my Husband is i'bed I will aduenture one nights liberty to lie abroad My strange affection to this Man T' is like that naturall sympathie which e'en among the sencelesse creatures of the earth commands a mutuall inclination and consent For though it seemes to be the free effect of mine owne voluntarie loue yet I can neither restraine it nor giue reason for 't But now t' is done and in your power it lies to saue my honour or dishonour me Cata. Enioy your pleasure Madame without feare I neuer will betray the trust you haue committed to me And you wrong your selfe to let consideration of the sinne molest your conscience Mc thinkes t' is vniust that a reproach should be inflicted on