misse Sir Lop. Then Wills and Funerall Sermons come in season And Feasts that makes us frolicke Die Would I could see 'em Lop. And though I weepe i' th' Pulpit for my Brother Yet Diego here I laugh Di. The cause requires it Lop. Since people left to die I am dunce Diego Die 'T is a strange thing I have forgot to dig too Lea. A pretious pair of youths I must make toward 'em Lop. Who 's that look out it seemes he would speak to us I hope a Marriage or some Wil to make Diego Dieg. My friend your businesse Lea. 'T is to that grave Gentleman Blesse your good learning Sir Lop. And blesse you also He beares a promising face there 's some hope toward Lea. I have a Letter to your worship Lop. Well Sir From whence I pray you Lea. From Nova Hispania Sir And from an ancient friend of yours Lop. 'T is well Sir 'T is very well the divell alone I know there Die Take heed of a Snap Sir has a cozening countenance I doe not like his way Lop. Let him goe forward Cantabit Vacuus They that have nothing feare nothing All I have to loose Diego is my learning And when he has gotten that he may put it in a Nut shell Letter Read SIgnior Lopez Since my arrivall from Cordova to these parts I have written divers Letters unto you but as yet received no Answer of any Good and very good And although so great a forgetfulnesse might cause a want in my due correspondence yet the desire I have still to serve you must more prevaile with me Better and better the divell a man know I yet and therefore with the present occasion offered I am willing to crave a continuance of the favours which I have heretofore received from you and doe recommend my Son Leandro the Bearer to you with request that he may be admitted in that Universitie till such time as I shall arive at home his studies he will make you acquainted withall This kindnesse shall supply the want of your slacknesse And so heaven keep you Yours Alonzo Tiveria Alonzo Tiveria very well A very ancient friend of mine I take it For till this houre I never heard his Name yet Lea. You looke Sir as if ye had forgot my Father Lop. No no I look as I would remember him For that I never remembred I cannot forget Sir Alonzo Tiveria Lea. The same Sir Lop. And now i' th' Indies Lea. Yes Lop. He may be any where For ought that I consider Lea. Thinke againe Sir You were Students both at one time in Salamanca And as I take it Chamber-fellowes Lop. Ha Lea. Nay sure you must remember Lop. Would I could Lea. I have heard him say you were Gossips too Lop. Very likely You did not heare him say to whom for we Students May often-times over-reach our memories Do'st thou remember Diego this same Signiour Thou hast been mine these twenty yeares Di. Remember Why this Fellow would make ye mad Nova Hispania And Signiour Tiveria what are these He may as well name ye Friends out of Cataya Take heed I beseech our worship doe you heare my friend You have no Letters for me Lea. Not any Letter But I was charged to doe my Fathers love To the old honest Sexton Diego are you he Sir Di. Ha have I friends and know 'em not my name is Diego But if either I remember you or your Father Or Nova Hispania I was never there Sir Or any kindred that you have for heaven-sake Master Let 's cast about a little and consider We may dreame out our time Lea. It seemes I am deceiv'd Sir Yet that you are Don Lopez all men tell me The Curat here and have bin some time sir And you the Sexton Diego such I am sent too The Letter tells as much may be they are dead And you of the like names succeed I thank ye gentlemen Ye have done honestly in telling truth I might have bin forward els For that Lopez That was my Fathers friend I had a charge A charge of Money to deliver Gentlemen Five hundred Duckets a poore small gratuity But since you are not he good sir let me thinke I pray ye be patient Lop. Pray ye stay a little Nay let me remember I beseech ye stay Sir Die An honest noble friend that sends so lovingly An old friend too I shall remember sure Sir Lop. Thou sayst true Diego Di. 'Pray ye consider quickly Doe doe by any meanes me thinkes already A grave staid gentleman comes to my memory Lea. He 's old indeed sir Di. With a goodly white Beard For now he must be so I know he must be Signior Alonzo Master Lop. I begin to have him Di. Has bin from hence about some twenty years sir Lea. Som five and twenty sir Di. You say most true sir Just to an houre 't is now just five and twenty A fine straite timber'd man and a brave souldier He married let me see Lea. De Castro's Daughter Di. The very same Lea. Thou art a very Rascall De Castro is the Turke to thee or any thing The Money rubbs 'em into strange remembrances For as many Duckets more they would remember Adam Lop. Give me your hand you are welcome to your countrey Now I remember plainly manifestly As freshly as if yesterday I had seene him Most heartily welcome sinfull that I am Most sinfull man why should I loose this Gentleman This loving old Companion we had all one soule sir He dwelt here hard by at a handsome Lea. Farme sir You say most true Lop. Alonzo Tiveria Lord Lord that time should play the treacherous knave thus Why he was the onely friend I had in Spaine sir I knew your Mother too a handsome Gentlewoman She was married very young I married 'em I doe remember now the Maskes and Sports then The Fire-workes and the fine delights good faith sir Now I looke in your face whose eies are those Diego Nay if he be not just Alonzo's picture Lea. Lord how I blush for these two impudents Di. Well Gentleman I thinke your name 's Leandro Lea. It is indeed sir Gra'-mercy Letter thou hadst never knowne els Di. I have dandled ye and kist ye and plaid with ye A hundred and a hundred times and danc'd ye And swong ye in my Bell-ropes ye lov'd swinging Lop. A sweet Boy Lea. Sweet lying knaves What would these doe for thousands Lop. A wondrous sweet Boy then it was see now Time that consumes us shoots him up still sweeter How do's the noble Gentleman how fares he When shall we see him when will he blesse his Country Lea. O very shortly sir till his returne He has sent me over to your charge Lop. And welcome Nay you shall know you are welcome to your friend sir Lea. And to my Study sir which must be the Law To further which he would entreat your care To plant me in the favour of some man That 's expert in that knowledge for his paines
come unto me 3. And I 'll send for my Daughter Lop. This may stir too The Maiden is of age and must be edified 4. You shall have any thing loose our learned Vicar And our most constant friend honest deare Diego Di. Yet all this will not do I 'll tell ye Neighbours And tell ye true if ye will have us stay If you will have the comforts of our companies You shall be bound to doe us right in these points You shall be bound and this the obligation Dy when 't is fit that we may have fit duties And doe not seeke to draw out our undoings Marry tryde women that are free and fruitfull Get children in abundance for your Christnings Or suffer to be got 't is equall justice Lop. Let Weddings Christnings Churchings Funerals And merry Gossippings goe round go round still Round as a Pig that we may find the profit Die And let your old men fall sick handsomely And dy immediatly their Sonnes may shoot up Let women dy o th' sullens too 't is naturall But be sure their Daughters be of age first That they may stock us still your queazie young wives That perish undeliver'd I am vext with And vext abundantly it much concernes me There 's a childes buriall lost looke that be mended Lo. Let 'em be brought to bed then dy when they please These things considered Country-men and sworne to 2. All these and all our sports againe and gambolls 3. We must dy and we must live and we 'll be merry Every man shall be rich by one another 2. We are here to morrow and gone to day for my part If getting children can be-friend my Neighbours I 'll labour hard but I will fill your Font Sir 1. I have a Mother now and an old Father They are as sure your own within these two moneths 4. My Sister must be prayd for too she is desperate Desperate in love Die Keepe desperate men farre from her Then 't will goe hard doe you see how melancholy Doe you marke the man do you professe ye love him And would doe any thing to stay his fury And are ye unprovided to refresh him To make him know your loves fie Neighbours 2. We 'll doe any thing We have brought Musick to appease his spirit And the best Song we 'll give him Die Pray ye sit down Sir They know their duties now and they stand ready To tender their best mirth Lop. 'T is well proceed Neighbours I am glad I have brought ye to understand good manners Ye had Puritan hearts a-while spurn'd at all pastimes But I see some hope now Die We are set proceed Neighbours Enter Arsenio and Millanes Ars. What ayles this Priest how highly the thing takes it Mi. Lord how it looks has he not bought some Prebend Leandro's money makes the Rascall merry Merry at heart he spies us Lo. Be gon Neighbours The Bar Book ready on a Table Here are some Gentlemen be gone good Neighbours Be gon and labour to redeeme my favour No more words but be gon these two are Gentlemen No company for crusty-handed fellowes Dieg. We will stay for a yeare or two and trie ye Lop. Fill all your hearts with joy we will stay with ye Be gone no more I take your pastimes graciously Would ye with me My friends Ars. We would looke upon ye For me-thinks ye looke lovely Lop. Ye have no Letters Nor any kind Remembrances Mil. Remembrances Lop. From Nova Hispania or some part remote Sir You looke like travell'd men may be some old friends That happily I have forgot some Signeours In China or Cataya some Companions Dieg. In the Mogulls Court or else-where Ars. They are mad sure Lop. Ye came not from Peru doe they look Diego As if they had some mistery about 'em Another Don Alonzo now Di. I marry And so much money Sir from one you know not Let it be who it will Lop. They have gracious favours Would ye be private Mil. There 's no need on 't Sir We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant Lop. 'T is very well 't is like I know him Ars. No sir I doe not thinke ye doe Lop. A new mistake Diego Let 's carry it decently Ars. We come to tell ye You have received great summes from a young Factor They call Leandro that has rob'd his Master Rob'd him and run away Dieg. Let 's keep close Master This newes comes from a cold Country Lop. By my faith it freezes Mil. Is not this true doe you shrink now good man Curate Doe I not touch ye Lop. We have a hundred Duckets Yet left we doe beseech ye sir Mil. You 'll hang both Lop. One may suffice Di. I will not hang alone Master I had the least part you shall hang the highest Plague o' this Tiveria and the Letter The divell sent it post to pepper us From Nova Hispania we shall hang at home now Ars. I see ye are penitent and I have compassion Ye are secure both doe but what we charge ye Ye shall have more gold too and he shall give it Yet ne're indanger ye Lop. Command us Master Command us presently and see how nimbly Die And if we doe not handsomely endeavour Ars. Goe home and till ye heare more keep private Till we appeare againe no words Vicar There 's something added Mil. For you too Lop. We are ready Mil. Goe and expect us hourely if ye falter Though ye had twenty lives Die We are fit to loose 'em Lop. 'T is most expedient that we should hang both Die If we be hang'd we cannot blame our fortune Mil. Farewell and be your owne friends Lop, We expect ye Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Octavio Jacintha Ascanio Oct. We cited to the Court A Bar. Table-booke 2 chairs paper standish set out Ja. It is my wonder Oct. But not our fear Iacintha wealthy men That have Estates to loose whose conscious thoughts Are full of inward guilt may shake with horrour To have their Actions sifted or appeare Before the Judge But we that know our selves As innocent as poore that have no Fleece On which the Talons of the griping Law Can take sure hold may smile with scorne on all That can be urg'd against us Ia. I am confident There is no man so covetous that desires To ravish our wants from us and lesse hope There can be so much Justice left on earth Though sude and call'd upon to ease us of The burthen of our wrongs Oct. What thinkes Ascanio Should we be call'd in question or accus'd Unjustly what would you doe to redeeme us From tirannous oppression Asc. I could pray To him that ever has an open eare To heare the innocent and right their wrongs Nay by my troth I thinke I could out plead An Advocate and sweat as much as he Do's for a double Fee ere you should suffer In an honest cause Enter Iamie and Bartolus Oct. Happy simplicitie Ia. My dearest and my best one Don Iamie Oct.
drinke Silv. We drunke too much too lately Rich. Why there is then the lesse behind to drinke Let 's end it all dispatch that wee 'l send abroad And purchase all the Wine the world can yield And then drinke it off then take the fruits o' the earth Distill the Juice from them and drinke that off Wee 'l catch the raine before it fall to ground And drinke off that that never more may grow Wee 'l set our mouths to Springs and drinke them off And all this while wee 'l never thinke of those That love us best more then we did last night We will not give unto the poore a drop Of all this drinke but when we see them weepe Wee 'l run to them and drinke their teares off too Wee 'l never leave whilst there is heate or moysture In this large globe but suck it cold and dry Till we have made it Elementall earth Meerly by drinking Ped. Is 't flattery to tell you you are mad Rich. If it be false There 's no such way to bind me to a man He that will have me lay my goods and lands My life down for him need no more but say Richardo thou art mad and then all these Are at his service then he pleases me And makes me thinke that I had vertue in me That I had love and tendernesse of heart That though I have committed such a fault As never creature did yet runinng mad As honest men should doe for such a crime I have exprest some worth though it be late But I alas have none of these in me But keep my wits still like a frozen man That had no fire within him Sil. Nay good Richardo leave this wild talk and send a letter to her I 'le deliver it Rich. 'T is to no purpose perhaps she 's lost last night Or she got home agen she 's now so strictly Look'd to the wind can scarce come to her or admit She were her selfe if she would hear from me From me unworthy that have us'd her thus She were so foolish that she were no more To be beloved Enter Servant with a Night-gown Ser. Sir we have foūd this night-gown she took with her An. Where Rich. Where where speake quickly Ser. Searching in the Suburbs we found a Tinker and his whore that had in it a sap-house whom we apprehended and they confest they stole it from her Rich. And murthered her Sil. What aile you Man Rich. Why all this doth not make me mad Sil. It does you would not offer this else good Pedro looke to his sword Ser. They do deny the killing of her but swore they left her tyed to a tree in the fields next those Suburbs that are without our Ladies gate neer day by the rode so that some passinger must needs unty her quickly And. The will of heaven be done Sir I wil only entreat you this that as you were the greatest occasion of her losse that you will be pleased to urge your friends and be your selfe earnest in the search of her if she be found she is yours if she please I my selfe only see these people better examin'd and after follow some way in search God keepe you Gentlemen Exit Sil. Alas good man Ric. VVhat think you now of me I think this lump Is nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'd VVithout a soule for where there 's so much spirit As would but warm a flea those faults of mine VVould make it glow and flame in this dull heart And run like molten gold through every sin Till it could burst these walls and fly away Shall I intreat you all to take your horses And search this innocent Ped. VVith all our hearts Ric. Do not devide your selves till you come there VVhere they say she was ty'd I 'le follow too But never to return till she be found Give me my sword good Pedro I will do No harme believe me with it I am now Farre better temper'd If I were not so I have enow besides God keep you all And send us good successe Exeunt Actus Tertius Scaena Prima Enter Mercury and Servant Mer. WHo is it can you tell Ser. By my troth Sir I know not but 't is a Gentlewoman Mer. A Gentleman I 'le lay my life you puppy h 'as sent his wife to me if he have fling up the bed Ser. Here she is Sir Enter VVife with a letter VVife I am glad I found you Sir there take your letter and keepe it till you have another friend to wrong 't is too malicious false to make me sin you have provoked mee to be that I love not a talker and you shall heare me VVhy should you dare to imagine me So light a huswife that from four hours knowledge You might presume to offer to my credite This rude and ruffian tryall I am sure I never courted you nor gave you tokens That might concerne assurance you are a foole Mer. I cannot blame you now I see this letter Though you be angry yet with me you must not Unlesse you 'l make me guilty of a wrong My worst affections hate VVife Did not you send it Mer. No upon my faith which is more I understand it not the hand is as far from my knowledg as the malice Wife This is strange Mer It is so and had been stranger and indeed more hatefull Had I that have receiv'd such courtesies owe so many Thanks done this base office Wife Your name is at it Mer. Yes but not my nature and I shall hate my name worse then the manner for this base broking you are wise and vertuous remove this fault from me for on the love I beare to truth and goodnesse this letter dare not name me for the author Wife Now I perceive my husbands knavery if my man can but finde where he has been I will goe with this Gentleman whatsoever comes on 't and as I meane to carry it both he and all the world shall thinke it fit and thank me for it Mer. I must confesse I loved you at first however this made me leave your house unmannerly that might provoke me to do something ill both to your honour my faith and not to write this letter which I hold so truly wicked that I will not thinke on 't Wife I do beleeve you and since I see you are free my words were not meant to you but this is not the halfe of my affliction Mer. 'T is pitty you should know more vexation may I enquire Wife Faith Sir I feare I have lost my husband Mer. Your husband it cannot be I pitty her how shee 's vext Enter Servant Wife How now what news nay speake for we must know Ser. Faith I have found at length by chance where he has been Wife Where Ser. In a blind out-house in the Suburbs pray God all be well with him Wife Why Ser. There are his cloaths but what 's become of him I cannot yet enquire Wife I am glad
beast spirituall food Refus'd by my sicke pallat 't is resolv'd How far off father doth this new made Hermit Make his abode Fri. Some two dayes journey son Claran. Having reveal'd my faire intentions to ye I hope your piety will not deny me Your aides to further 'em Fri. That were against a good mans charity Claran. My first request is You would some time for reasons I will shew you Defer delivery of Lidians Letters To faire Olinda Fri. Well sir Claran. For what followes You shall direct me something I will do A new borne zeale and friendship prompts me to Ex. Enter Dorilaus Cleander Chamberlaine Table Tapers and three stooles Clea. We have supp'd well friend let our beds be ready We must be stirring early Cham. They are made sir Dor. I cannot sleep yet where 's the joviall host You told me of 'tas been my custome ever To parley with mine host Clea. He 's a good fellow And such a one I know you love to laugh with Go call your Master up Cham. He cannot come sir Dor. Is he a bed with his wife Cham. No certainly Dor. Or with some other ghests Cham. Neither and 't like ye Clea. Why then he shall come by your leave my friend I 'le fetch him up my selfe Cham. Indeed you 'l faile sir Dor. Is he i' th' house Cham. No but he is hard by sir He is fast in 's grave he has been dead these three weekes Dor. Then o' my conscience he will come but lamely And discourse worse Clean. Farewell mine honest Host then Mine honest merry Host will you to bed yet Dor. No not this houre I prethee sit and chat by me Clean. Give us a quart of wine then wee 'l be merry Dor. A match my son pray let your wine be living Or lay it by your Master Cham. It shall be quick sir Exit Dor. Has not mine Host a wife Clean. A good old woman Dor. Another coffine that is not so hansome Your Hostesses in Innes should be blith things Pretty and young to draw in passengers She 'l never fill her beds well if she be not beauteous Clean. And curteous too Enter Chamberlaine with wine Dor. I I and a good fellow That will mistake sometimes a Gentleman For her good man well done here 's to Lisander Clean. My full love meets it make fire in our lodgings Wee 'l trouble thee no farther to your Son Ex. Cham. Dor. Put in Clarange too off with 't I thanke ye This wine drinkes merrier still O for mine Host now Were he alive againe and well dispos'd I would so claw his pate Clean. Y' are a hard drinker Dor. I love to make mine Host drunke he will lye then The rarest and the roundest of his friends His quarrels and his ghests and they are the best bauds too Take 'em in that tune Clean. You know all Dor. I did son but time and armes have worne me out Clea. 'T is late sir I heare none stirring A lute is struck Dor. Hark what 's that a Lute 'T is at the doore I thinke Clean. The doores are shut fast Dor. 'T is morning sure the Fidlers are got up To fright mens sleepes have we ne're a pispot ready Clea. Now I remember I have heard mine Host that 's dead Touch a lute rarely and as rarely sing too A brave still meane Dor. I would give a brace of French Crownes To see him rise and Fidle A Song T Is late and cold stirre up the fire Sit close and draw the Table nigher Be merry and drinke wine that 's old A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold Your beds of want on downe the best Where you shall tumble to your rest I could wish you wenches too But I am dead and cannot do Call for the best the house may ring Sacke White and Claret let them bring And drinke apace while breath you have You 'l find but cold drinke in the grave Plover Patridge for your dinner And a Capon for the sinner You shall find ready when you are up And your horse shall have his sup Welcome shall flye round And I shall smile though under ground Clean. Harke a Song now as I live it is his voice Dor. He sings well the devill has a pleasant pipe Clea. The fellow lyed sure Enter Host He is not dead he 's here how pale he lookes Dor. Is this he Clean. Yes Host You are welcome noble Gentlemen My brave old ghest most welcome Clean. Lying knaves To tell us you were dead come sit downe by us We thanke ye for your Song Host Would 't had been better Dor. Speake are ye dead Host Yes indeed am I Gentlemen I have been dead these three weekes Dor. Then here 's to ye to comfort your cold body Clean. What do ye meane stand further off Dor. I will stand nearer to him Shall he come out on 's coffin to beare us company And we not bid him welcome come mine Host Mine honest Host here 's to ye Host Spirits sir drinke not Clea. Why do ye appeare Host To waite upon ye Gentlemen 'Thas been my duty living now my farewell I feare ye are not us'd accordingly Dor. I could wish you warmer company mine Host How ever we are us'd Host Next to entreate a courtesie And then I goe to peace Clea. Is 't in our power Host Yes and 't is this to see my body buried In holy ground for now I lye unhallowed By the clarkes fault let my new grave be made Amongst good fellowes that have died before me And merry Hostes of my kind Clea. It shall be done Dor. And forty stoopes of wine dranke at thy funerall Clea. Do you know our travell Host Yes to seeke your friends That in afflictions wander now Clean. Alas Host Seeke 'em no farther but be confident They shall returne in peace Dor. There 's comfort yet Clea. Pray ye one word more is 't in your power mine Host Answer me softly some houres before my death To give me warning Host I cannot tell ye truly But if I can so much alive I lov'd ye I will appeare againe adieu Exit Dor. Adieu sir Clean. I am troubl'd these strange apparitions are For the most part fatall Dor. This if told will not Find credit the light breakes a pace let 's lye downe And take some little rest an houre or two Then do mine hostes desire and so returne I do beleeve him Clean. So do I to rest sir Exeunt Enter Caliste and Clarinda Cal. Clarinda Clarin. Madam Cal. Is the house well ordered The doores look'd to now in your Masters absence Your care and diligence amongst the Servants Clarin. I am stirring Madam Cal. So thou art Clarinda More then thou ought'st I am sure why dost thou blush Clarin. I do not blush Cal. Why dost thou hang thy head wench Clarin. Madam ye are deceiv'd I looke upright I understand ye not she has spied Leon aside Shame of his want of caution Cal. Looke on me what blush againe Clarin. 'T is more
as a Page with a Letter Ant. To me Sir from whom Am. A friend I dare vow Sir Though on the enemies part the Ladie Ismenia Mar. Take heed blush not too deep let me advise you In your Answer 't must be done heedfully Ant. I should not see a masculine in peace Out of that house Am. Alas I' am a child Sir Your hates cannot last till I wear a sword Ant. Await me for your answer Mar. Hee must see her To manifest his shame 't is my advantage While our blood 's under us wee keep above But then we fall when we do fall in love Exeunt Actus tertius Scaena Prima Enter Julio and Franio Fra. My Lord my Lord your house hath injur'd me Rob'd me of all the joyes I had on earth Jul. Where wert thou brought up fellow Fra. In a Mill You may perceive it by my loud exclaims Which must rise higher yet Jul. Obstreperous Carle If thy throats tempest could ore-turn my house What satisfaction were it for thy child Turn thee the right way to thy journies end Wilt have her where she is not Fra. Here was she lost And here must I begin my footing after From whence untill I meet a pow'r to punish I will not rest You are not quick to grief Your hearing 's a dead sense Were yours the losse Had you a daughter stoln perhaps be-whor'd For to what other end should come the thiefe You 'ld play the Miller then be loud and high But being not a sorrow of your own You have no help nor pitie for another Jul. Oh thou hast op'd a sluce was long shut up And let a flood of grief in a buried grief Thy voice hath wak'd again a grief as old As likely t' is thy child is friend I tell thee I did once lose a daughter Fra. Did you Sir Beseech you then how did you bear her losse Jul. With thy grief trebled Fra. But was she stolne from you Jul. Yes by devouring theeves from whom cannot Ever returne a satisfaction The wild beasts had her in her swathing clothes Fra. Oh much good do 'em with her Jul. Away tough churle Fra. Why she was better eaten then my child Better by beasts then beastly men devoured They took away a life no honour from her Those beasts might make a Saint of her but these Will make my child a devil but was she Sir Your onely daughter Enter Gillian Jul. I ne'r had other Friend Gil. Where are you man your busines lies not here Your daughter 's in the Pownd I have found where 'T will cost you deer her freedom Fra. I 'll break it down And free her without pay Horse-locks nor chains shall hold her from me Jul. I 'll take this relief I now have time to speak alone with grief Exit Fra. How my Land-lord hee 's Lord of my Lands But not my Cattel I 'll have her again Gill Gil. You are not mad upon the sudden now Fr. No Gill I have been mad these five hours I 'll sell my Mill and buy a Roring I 'll batter down his house and make a Stewes on 't Gill. Will you gather up your wits a little And hear me the King 's neer by in progresse Here I have got our supplication drawn And there 's the way to help us Fra. Give it me Gill I will not fear to give it to the King To his own hands God blesse him will I give it And he shall set the Law upon their shoulders And hang 'em all that had a hand in it Gill. Where 's your Son Fra. He shall be hang'd in flotches The dogs shall eat him in Lent there 's Cats-meat And Dogs-meat enough about him Gill. Sure the poor girle is the Counts whore by this time Fra. If she be the Counts whore the whores Count Shall pay for it He shall pay for a new Maiden-head Gil. You are so violous this I 'm resolv'd If she be a whore once I 'll renounce her You know if every man had his right She 's none of our child but a meer foundling And I can guesse the owner for a need too We have but fosterd her Fra. Gill no more of that I 'll cut your tongue out if you tell those tales Hark hark these Toaters tell us the King's coming Get you gone I 'll see if I can find him Exeunt Enter Lisauro Tersa Pedro and Moncado Lis. Do's the King remove to day Ter. So saies the Harbengers And keeps his way on to Valentia There ends the progresse Ped. He hunts this morning Gentlemen And dines i' th' fields the Court is all in readinesse Lis. Pedro did you send for this Tailor or you Moncado This light french-demi-launce that follows us Ped. No I assure ye on my word I am guiltlesse I owe him too much to be inward with him Mon. I am not quit I am sure there is a reckoning Of some four scarlet cloaks and two lac'd suits Hangs on the file still like a fearful Comet Makes me keep off Lis. I am in too Gentlemen I thank his faith for a matter of three hundred Ter. And I for two what a devil makes he this way I do not love to see my sins before me Ped. 'T is the vacation and these things break out To see the Court and glory in their debtors Ter. What do you call him for I never love To remember their names that I owe money to 'T is not gentill I shun 'em like the plague ever Lis. His name 's Vertigo hold your heads and wonder A French-man and a founder of new fashions The Revolutions of all shapes and habits Run madding through his brains Ent. Vertigo Monc. He is very brave Lis. The shreds of what he steals from us beleeve it Makes him a mighty man he comes have at ye Ver. Save ye together my sweet Gentlemen I have been looking Ter. Not for money Sir You know the hard time Ver. Pardon me sweet Signior Good faith the least thought in my heart your love Gentlemen Your love 's enough for me Money hang money Let me preserve your love Lis. Yes marry shall ye And we our credit you would see the Court Mon. He shall see every place Ver. Shall I i'faith Gentlemen Ped. The Cellar and the Buttry and the Kitchin The Pastry and the Pantry Ter. I and taste too Of every Office and be free of all too That he may say when he comes home in glory Ver. And I will say i'faith and say it openly And say it home too Shall I see the King also Lis. Shalt see him every day shalt see the Ladies In their French clothes shalt ride a hunting with him Shalt have a Mistris too we must fool hansomly To keep him in belief we honour him He may call on us else Ped. A pox upon him Let him call at home in 's owne house for salt butter Ver. And when the King puts on a new suit Ter. Thou shalt see it first And desect his dublets that thou
not save her Her fate is in your hand Hipo. Can I restore her Sulp. If you command my Art Hip. I 'le dye my selfe first And yet I 'le goe visit her and see This miracle of sorrow in Arnoldo And 't were for me I should change places with her And dye most happy such a lovers teares Were a rich monument but too good for her Whose misery I glory in come Sulpitia You shall a long with me good Zabulon Be not farr off Zab. I will attend you Madam Exeunt Enter Duarte and a Servant Ser. I have serv'd you from my youth and ever You have found me faithfull that you lives a treasure I 'le locke up here nor shall it be let forth But when you give me warrant Dua. I rely Vpon thy faith nay no more protestations Too many of them will call that in question Which now I doubt not she is there Ser. Alone too But take it on my life your entertainment Appearing as you are will bee but course For the displeasure I shall undergoe I am prepar'd Dua. Leave me I 'le stand the hazard Exit Servant The silence that 's observ'd her close retirements No visitance admitted not the day These sable colours all signes of true sorrow Or hers is deeply counterfeit I 'le looke neerer Manners give leave she fits upon the ground By heaven she weepes my picture in her hand too She kisses it and weepes againe Enter Guiomart Guio. Whos 's there Dua. There is no starting back now Madam Guio. Ha another murderer I 'le not protect thee Though I have no more Sonnes Dua. Your pardon Lady Ther 's no such foule fact taints me Guio. What makes thou here then Where are my Servants do none but my sorrowes Attend upon me speake what brought thee hither Dua. A will to give you comfort Guio. Thou art but a man And 't is beyond a humane reach to do it If thou could raise the dead out of their graues Bid time run back make me now what I was A happy Mother gladly I would heare thee But that 's impossible Dua. Please you but to read this You shall know better there why I am sent Then if I should deliver it Guio. From whom comes it Dua. That will instruct you I suspect this stranger Yet she spake something that holds such alliance With his reports I know not what to thinke on 't What a frown was ther she looks me through through Now reades againe now pauses and now smiles And yet there 's more of anger in 't then mirth These are strange changes oh I understand it She 's full of serious thoughts Guio. You are just you Heavens And never do forget to heare their prayers That truly pay their vowes the defer'd vengeance For you and my words sake so long defer'd Under which as a mountaine my heart groanes yet When 't was dispair'd of now is offerd to me And if I loose it I am both wayes guilty The womans maske dissimulation help me Come hither freind I am sure you know the Gentleman That sent these charms Duar. Charms Lady Guio. These charms I well may call them so th 'ave won upon me More then ere letter did thou art his freind The confidence he has in thee confirmes it And therefore I 'le be open breasted to thee To heare of him though yet I never saw him Was most desir'd of all men let me blush And then I 'le say I love him Dua. All men see In this a womans vertue Guio. I expected For the courtesie I did long since to have seene him And though I then forbad it you men know Betweene our harts and tongues there 's a large distance But I 'le excuse him may be hitherto He has forborne it in respect my Sonne Fell by his hand Dua. And reason Lady Guio. No he did me a pleasure in 't a riotous fellow And with that insolent not worth the owning I have indeed kept a long solemne sorrow For my freinds sake partly but especially For his long absence Dua. O the Devill Guio. Therefore Bid him bee speedy a Preist shall be ready To tye the holy knot this kisse I send him Deliver that and bring him Dua. I am dumbe A good cause I have now and a good sword And something I shall do I wait upon you Exeunt Enter Mannuel Charino Arnoldo Zenocia borne in a chaire 2. Doctors Clodio Doct. Give her more ayre shee dyes else Arn. O thou dread power That mad'st this all and of thy workemanship This virgin wife the Master peice looke downe on her Let her minds virtues cloth'd in this faire garment That worthily deserves a better name Then flesh and bloud now sue and prevaile for her Or if those are denyed let innocence To which all passages in heaven stand open Appeare in her white robe before thy throne And mediate for her or if this age of sinne Be worthy of a miracle the Sun In his diurnall progresse never saw So sweete a subject to imploy it on Man Wonders are ceas'd Sir we must worke by meanes Arno. 'T is true and such reverend Physitians are To you thus low I fall then so may you ever Be stil'd the hands of heaven natures restorers Get wealth and honours and by your successe In all your undertakings propagate Your great opinion in the world as now You use your saving Art for know good Gentlemen Besides the fame and all that I possess For a reward posterity shall stand Indebted to you for as heaven forbid it Should my Zenocia dye robbing this age Of all that 's good or gracefull times succeeding The story of her pure life not yet perfect Will suffer in the want of her example Doct. Were all the world to perish with her wee Can do no more then what art and experience Gives us assurance of we have us'd all meanes To finde the cause of her disease yet cannot How should we then promise the cure Arn. Away I did bely you when I charg'd you with The power of doing yee are meere names only And even your best perfection accidentall What ever malady thou art or spirit As some hold all diseases that afflict us As love already makes me sensible Of halfe her sufferings ease her of her part And let me stand the butt of thy fell malice And I will sweare th' art mercifull Doct. Your hand Lady What a strange heat is heare bring some warme water Arn. She shall use nothing that is yours my sorrow Provides her of a better bath my teares Shall do that office Zeno. O my best Arnoldo The truest of all lovers I would live Were heaven so pleas'd but to reward your sorrow With my true service but since that 's denied me May you live long and happy do not suffer By your affection to me I conjure you My sicknesse to infect you though much love Makes you too subject to it Arn. In this onely Zenocia Wrongs her servant can the body Subsist the soule
The vertuous Widow Fath. The vertuous widow Sir I know none such Pray what 's her name Ser. Laelia Fath. I knew you err'd 'T is not to me I warrant ye there Sir Carry it to those she feedes fat with such favours I am a stranger to her Ser. Good Sir take it And if you will I 'le sweare she sent it to you For I am sure mine eye never went off ye Since you forsook the Gentlemen you talk'd with Just at her doore Fath. Indeed I talkt with two Within this halfe houre in the street Ser. 'T is you Sir And none but you I am sent to wiser men Would have been thankfull sooner and receiv'd it 'T is not a fortune every man can brag of And from a woman of her excellence Fa. Well Sir I am Chatechiz'd what more belongs to 't Ser. This only Sir she would intreat you come This evening to her without faile Fa. I will Ser. You ghesse where Fa. Sir I have a tongue else Exit Ser. She is down-right Devill or else my wants And her disobedience have provok't her To looke into her foule selfe and be sorry I wonder how she knew me I had thought I had been the same to all I am to them That chang'd me thus God pardon me for lying For I have paid it home many a good man That had but found the profit of my way Would forsweare telling true againe in hast Enter Lodovico and Piso Here are my praters now if I did well I should be labour 'em but I have found A way to quiet 'em worth a thousand on 't Lod. If we could get a fellow that would do it Fa. What villany is now in hand Piso 'T will be hard to be done in my opinion Unlesse we light upon an English-man With seven-score surfets in him Lod. Are the English-men such stubborn drinkers Piso Not a leake at Sea Can sucke more liquor you shall have their children Christned in mull'd sacke and at five yeares old able To knocke a Dane downe Take an English-man And cry St. George and give him but a rasher And you shall have him upon even terms Defy a hogshead such a one would do it Home boy and like a work-man at what weapon Lod. Sherry sack I would have him drinke stark dead If it were possible at worst past pottage Piso What is the end then Lod. Dost thou not perceive it If he be drunke dead ther 's a faire end of him If not this is my end or by enticing Or by deceiving to conduct him where The foole is that admires him and if sober His nature be so rugged what wil t be When he is hot with wine come le ts about it If this be done but handsomely I 'le pawne My head she hath done with souldiers Piso This may do well Fa. Here 's a new way to murther men alive I 'le choake this traine God save ye Gentlemen It is to you stay yes it is to you Lod. What 's to me Fath. You are fortunate I cannot stand to tell you more now meete me Here soone and you 'l be made a man Exit Father Lod. What Vision 's this Piso I know not Lod. Well I 'le meet it Think you ot'h other and let me a while Dreame of this fellow Piso For the Drunkard Lodowicke Let me alone Lod. Come let 's about it then Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Clora and Franke Clo. Ha ha ha pray let me laugh extreamly Fra. Why prethee why hast thou such cause Clo. Yes faith my brother wil be here straightway Fra. What Clo. The other party ha ha ha Fra. VVhat party VVench thou art not drunke Clo. No faith Fra. Faith thou hast been among the bottles Clora Clo. Faith but I have not Franke Prethee be handsom The Captaine comes along too wench Fra. O is that it That tickles ye Clo. Yes and shall tickle you too You understand me Fra. By my troth thou art grown A strange lewd wench I must e'ne leave thy company Thou wilt spoile me else Clo. Nay thou art spoil'd to my hand Hadst thou been free as a good wench ought to be VVhen I went first a birding for thy Love And roundly said that is the man must doe it I had done laughing many an houre agoe Fra. And what dost thou see in him now thou knowst him To be thus laught at Clo. Prethee be not angry And I 'le speake freely to thee Fra. Doe I will not Clo. Then as I hope to have a handsome husband This fellow in mine eye and Franke I am held To have a shrewd ghesse at a pretty fellow Appeares a strange thing Fra. Why how strange for Gods sake He is a man and one that may content For any thing I see a right good woman And sure I am not blinde Clo. There lyes the question For but you say he is a man and I Will credit you I should as soone have thought him Another of Gods creatures out upon him His body that can promise nothing But lazinesse and long strides Fra. These are your eyes Where were they Clora when you fell in love With the old foot-man for singing of Queen Dido And swore he look'd in his old velvet trucks And his slyc't Spanish Jerkin like Don Iohn You had a parlous judgment then my Clora Clo. Who told you that Fra. I heard it Clo. Come be friends The Souldier is a Mars no more we are all Subject to slide away Fra. Nay laugh on still Clo. No faith thou art a good wench and 't is pity Thou shouldst not be well quarred at thy entring Thou art so high flown for him Look whos 's there Enter Fabricio and Iacamo Iac. Prethee goe single what should I do there Thou knowst I hate these visitations As I hate peace or perry Fab. Wilt thou never Make a right man Iac. You make a right foole of me To lead me up and down to visit women And be abus'd and laugh'd at let me sterve If I know what to say unlesse I aske 'em What their shooes cost Fab. Fye upon thee coward Canst thou not sing Iac. Thou knowest I can sing nothing But Plumpion parke Fab. Thou't be bold enough When thou art enterd once Jac. I had rather enter A breach If I miscarry by this hand I will have you by 'th eares for 't Fab. Save ye Ladies Clora Sweet brother I dare sweare you 'r welcome hither So is your Friend Fab. Come blush not but salute 'em Franck Good Sir beleeve your Sister you are most welcome So is this worthy Gentleman whose vertues I shall be proud to be acquainted with Iac. She has found me out already and has paid me Shall we be going Fab. Peace Your goodnesse Lady Will ever be afore us for my selfe I will not thanke you single lest I leave My friend this Gentleman out of acquaintance Iac. More of me yet Fra. Would I were able Sir From either of your worths to merit thankes Clo. But brother is
your friend thus sad still me thinks 'T is an unseemly nature in a Souldier Iac. What hath she to do with me or my behaviour Fab. He do's but shew so prethee to him Sister Iac. If I do not breake thy head I am no Christian If I get off once Clo. Sir we must intreat you To thinke your selfe more welcome and be merry 'T is pitty a faire man of your proportion Should have a soule of sorrow Iac. Very well Pray Gentlewoman what would you have me say Clo. Do not you know Sir Ia. Not so well as you That talke continually Fra. You have hither Sir Clo. I thank him so he has Faire fall his sweet face for 't Iac. Let my face Alone I would wish you least I take occasion To bring a worse in question Clor. Meaning mine Brother where was your friend brought up h 'as sure Been a great lover in his youth of pottage They lye so dull upon his understanding Fab. No more of that thou 'lt anger him at heart Clo. Then let him be more manly for he lookes Like a great School-boy that had been blown up Last night at dust-point Fra. You will never leave Till you be told how rude you are fye Clora Sir will it please you sit Clo. And I 'le sit by you Iac. Woman be quiet and be rul'd I would wish you Clo. I have done Sir Captaine Fab. Art thou not asham'd Iac. You are an asse I 'le tell you more anon You had better ha been hang'd then brought me hither Fab. You are grown a sullen foole either be handsom Or by this light I 'le have wenches baite thee Goe to the Gentlewoman and give her thanks And hold your head up what Ia. By this light I 'le brain thee Fra. Now ô my faith this Gentleman do's nothing But it becomes him rarely Clora look How well this little anger if it be one Shews in his face Clo. Yes it shewes very sweetly Fra. Nay do not blush Sir ô my troth it does I would be ever angry to be thus Fabritio ô my conscience if I ever Do fall in love as I will not forswear it Till I am something wiser it must be I will not say directly with that face But certainly such another as that is And thus dispose my chance to hamper me Fab. Dost thou heare this and stand still Iac. You will prate still I would you were not women I would take A new course with ye Clo. Why couragious Iac. For making me a stone to whet your tongues on Clo. Prethee sweet Captaine Iac. Goe goe spin goe hang Clo. Now could I kisse him Iac. If you long for kicking You 'r best come kisse me do not though I 'de wish ye I 'le send my Foot-man to thee he shall leap thee And thou wantst horsing I 'le leave ye Ladies Fra. Beshrew my heart you are unmannerly To offer this unto a Gentleman Of his deserts that comes so worthily To visite me I cannot take it well Iac. I come to visite you you foolish woman Fra. I though you did Sir and for that I thanke you I would be loth to loose those thankes I knowe This is but some odd way you have and faith It do's become you well to make us merry I have heard often of your pleasant veine Fab. What wouldst thou ask more Ja. Pray thou scurvy fellowe Thou hast not long to live adieu deare Damsels You filthy women farewell and be sober And keepe your chambers Clor. Farewell old Don Diego Fra. Away away you must not be so angry To part thus roughly from us yet to me This do's not shew as if 't were yours the wars May breed men something plain I know But not thus rude give me your hand good Sir I know 't is white and Jac. If I were not patient What would become of you two prating houswives Clo. For any thing I know we would in to supper And there begin a health of lusty Claret To keep care from our hearts and it should be Fab. Faith to whom Mark but this Jacamo Clo. Even to the handsomest fellow now alive Fab. Do you know such a one Fra. He may be ghest at Without much travel Fab. There 's another item Clo. And he should be a Souldier Fra. 'T would be better Clo. And yet not you sweet Captaine Fra. Why not he Ja. Well I shall live to see your husbands beate you And hisse 'em on like ban-dogs Clo. Ha ha ha Jac. Green sicknesses and serving-men light on ye With greasy Codpieces and woollen stockings The Devill if he dare deal with two women Be of your counsels Farewell Plaisterers Exit Jacamo Clor. This fellow will be mad at Mid-sumer Without all doubt Fab. I thinke so too Fra. I am sorry Hee 's gone in such a rage but sure this holds him Not every day Fab. Faith every other day If he come neare a woman Clor. I wonder how his mother could endure To have him in her belly he 's so boysterous Fra. He 's to be made more tractable I doubt not Clo. Yes if they taw him as they do whit-leather Upon an iron or beate him soft like Stock-fish Scaena quarta Enter Laelia and her waiting woman with a vaile Lel. Art sure 't is he Wom. Yes and another with him Lel. The more the merryer did you give that money And charg'd it to be delivered where I shewed you Wom. Yes and what else you bad me Lel. That brave fellow Though he be old what e're he be shews toughnesse And such a one I long for and must have At any price these young soft melting gristles Are only for my safer ends Wom. They are here Lel. Give me my vaile and bid the boy goe sing That song above I gave him the sad Song Now if I misse him I am curst goe wench And tell 'em I have utterly forsworn All company of men yet make a venture At last to let 'em in thou knowst these things Doe 'em to 'th life Wom. I warrant you I am perfect Lel. Some ill woman for her use would give A million for this wench she is so subtle Enter to the doore Julio and Angilo Wom. Good Sir desire it not I dare not do it For since your last being here Sir beleeve me She has griev'd her selfe out of all company And sweet soule almost out of life too Jul. Prethee Let me but speake one word Wom. You will offend Sir And yet your name is more familiar with her Then any thing but sorrow good Sir goe Ang. This little varlet hath her lesson perfect These are the baites they bob with Iul. Faith I will not Wom. I shal be chidden cruelly for this But you are such a Gentleman Iul. No more Aug. There 's a new Tyre-wench peace thou art well enough Iul. What has she musique Wom. Yes for Gods sake stay 'T is all she feedes upon Iul. Alas poore soule Ang. Now will I pray devoutly for there 's need on t The SONG
'lt shoot thy Arrowes round this Play was thine M. Francis Beaumonts Letter to Ben Johnson written before he and Master Fletcher came to London with two of the precedent Comedies then not finisht which deferred their merry meetings at the Mermaid THE Sun which doth the greatest comfort bring To absent friends because the self-same thing They know they see however absent is Here our best Hay-maker forgive me this It is our Countries stile In this warme shine I lye and dreame of your full Mermaid wine O we have water mixt with Claret Lees Drinke apt to bring in dryer heresies Then beere good only for the Sonnets straine With fustian metaphors to stuffe the braine So mixt that given to the thirstiest one 'T will not prove almes unlesse he have the stone I thinke with one draught mans invention fades Two Cups had quite spoil'd Homers Illiades 'T is liquor that will find out Sutcliffs wit Lye where he will and make him write worse yet Fil'd with such moisture in most grievous qualmes Did Robert Wisdome write his singing Psalmes And so must I doe this and yet I thinke It is a potion sent us downe to drinke By speciall Providence keeps us from fights Makes us not laugh when we make leggs to Knights 'T is this that keeps our minds fit for our States A Medicine to obey our Magistrates For we doe live more free then you no hate No envy at one anothers happy state Moves us we are all equall every whit Of Land that God gives men here is their wit If we consider fully for our best And gravest men will with his maine house jest Scarse please you we want subtilty to doe The Citie tricks lye hate and flatter too Here are none that can beare a painted show Strike when you winch and then lament the blow Who like Mils set the right way for to grinde Can make their gaines alike with every winde Only some fellows with the subtil'st pate Amongst us may perchance aequivocate At selling of a horse and that 's the most Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you for wit is like a rest Held up at Tennis which men doe the best With the best gamesters What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtill flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolv'd to live a foole the rest Of his dull life then when there hath been throwne Wit able enough to justifie the Towne For three dayes past wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talke foolishly Till that were cancel'd and when that was gone We left an aire behind us which alone Was able to make the two next companies Right witty though but downright fools more wise When I remember this and see that now The Country gentlemen begin to allow My wit for dry bobbs then I needs must cry I see my days of ballating grow nigh I can already riddle and can sing Catches sell bargains and I feare shall bring My self to speak the hardest words I find Over as oft as any with one wind That takes no medicines But one thought of thee Makes me remember all these things to be The wit of our young men fellows that show No part of good yet utter all they know Who like trees of the Guard have growing soules Only strong destiny which all controules I hope hath left a better fate in store For me thy friend then to live every poore Banisht unto this home fate once againe Bring me to thee who canst make smooth plain The way of Knowledge for me and then I Who have no good but in thy company Protest it will my greatest comfort be To acknovvledge all I have to flovv from thee Ben vvhen these Scaenes are perfect vvee 'l taste vvine I le drink thy Muses health thou shalt quaff mine FINIS THE MAID IN THE MILL Actus primus Scaena prima Enter Lisauro Terzo Ismena and Aminta Lis. LEt the Coach go round wee 'l walk along these Meadows And meet at Port again Come my fair Sister These cool shades will delight ye Am. Pray be merry The Birds sing as they meant to entertain ye Every thing smiles abroad me thinks the River As he steals by curles up his head to view ye Every thing is in Love Ism. You would have it so You that are fair are easie of belief Cosen The Theame slides from your Tongue Am. I fair I thank ye Mine's but shadow when your Sun shines by me Ism. No more of this you know your worth Aminta Where are we now Am. Hard by the Town Ismena Ter. Close by the Gates Ism. 'T is a fine Ayre Lis. A delicate The way so sweet and even that the Coach Would be a tumbling trouble to our pleasures Methinks I am very merry Ism. I am sad Am. You are ever so when we entreat ye Cosen Ism. I have no reason such a trembling here Over my heart methinks Am. Sure you are fasting Or not slept well to night some dream Ismena Ism. My dreams are like my thoughts honest and innocent Yours are unhappy who are these that coast us Enter Antonio Martin You told me the walk was private Ter. 'T is most commonly Ism. Two proper men it seems they have some busines With me none sure I do not like their faces They are not of our Company Ter. No Cosen Lisauro we are dog'd Lis. I find it Cosen Ant. What handsome Lady Mar. Yes shee 's very handsom They are handsome both Ant. Martin stay we are cosened Mar. I will go up a woman is no wild-fire Ant. Now by my life she is sweet Stay good Martin They are of our enemies the House of Belides Our mortal enemies Mar. Let 'em be devills They appear so handsomly I will go forward If these be enemies I 'le ne'er seek friends more Ant. Prethee forbear the Gentlewomen Mar. That 's it man That mopes me like a Gin 'Pray ye stand off Ladies Lis. They are both our enemies both hate us equally By this fair day our mortal foes Ter. I know 'em And come here to affront how they gape at us They shall have gaping-work Ism. Why your swords Gentlemen Ter. Pray ye stand you off Cosen And good now leave your whistling we are abus'd all Back back I say Lis. Go back Ant. We are no doggs Sir To run back on command Ter. Wee 'l make ye run Sir Ant. Having a civil charge of handsom Ladies We are your servants pray ye no quarrel Gentlemen There 's way enough for both Lis. Wee 'l make it wider Ant. If you will fight arm'd from this Saint have at ye Ism. O me unhappy are ye Gentlemen Discreet and Civil and in open view thus Am. What will men think of us nay you may kill us Mercy o' me through my petticoat what bloody gentlemē Ism. Make way through
me ye had best and kill an innocent Brother why Cosen by this light I le die too This Gentleman is temperate be you merciful Alas the Swords Am. You had best run me through the belly 'T will be a valiant thrust Ism. I faint amongst ye Ant. Pray ye be not fearful I have done sweet Lady My sword's already aw'd and shall obey ye I come not here to violate sweet beauty I bow to that Ism. Brother you see this Gentleman This Noble Gentleman Lis. Let him avoid then And leave our Walk Ant. The Lady may command Sir She bears an eye more dreadful then your weapon Ism. What a sweet nature this man has dear brother Put up your sword Ter. Let them put up and walk then Ant. No more loud words there 's time enough before us For shame put up do honour to these beauties Mar. Our way is this We will not be denyde it Ter. And ours is this we will not be cross'd in it Ant. What ere your way is Lady 't is a fair one And may it never meet with rude hands more Nor rough uncivil Tongues Exeunt Ism. I thank ye Sir Indeed I thank ye nobly A brave Enemie Here 's a sweet temper now This is a man Brother This Gentleman's anger is so nobly seated That it becomes him Yours proclaim ye Monsters What if he be our House-Foe we may brag on 't We have ne'er a friend in all our House so honourable I had rather from an Enemie my Brother Learn worthy distances and modest difference Then from a race of empty friends loud nothings I am hurt between ye Am. So am I I fear too I am sure their swords were between my leggs deer Cosen Why look ye pale where are ye hurt Ism. I know not But here me-thinks Lis. Unlace her gentle Cosen Ism. My heart my heart and yet I blesse the Hurter Am. Is it so dangerous Ism. Nay nay I faint not Am. Here is no blood that I find sure 't is inward Ism. Yes yes 't is inward 't was a subtle weapon The hurt not to be cur'd I fear Lis. The Coach there Am. May be affright Ism. Aminta 't was a sweet one And yet a cruel Am. Now I find the wound plain A wondrous handsome Gentleman Ism. Oh no deeper Prethee be silent wench it may be thy cause Am. You must be searched the wound will rancle Cosen And of so sweet a nature Ism. Deer Aminta Make it not sorer Am. And on my life admires ye Ism. Call the Coach Cosen Am. The Coach the Coach Ter, 'T is ready bring the Coach there Lis. Well my brave enemies we shall yet meet ye And our old hate shall testifie Ter. It shall Cosen Exeunt Scaena secunda Enter Antonio and Martine Ant. Their swords alas I weigh 'em not deer Friend The indiscretion of the Owners blunts 'em The fury of the House affrights not me It spends it self in words Oh me Martine There was a two edg'd eye a Lady carried A weapon that no valour can avoyd Nor Art the hand of Spirit put aside O Friend it broke out on me like a bullet Wrapt in a cloud of fire that point Martine Dazled my sence and was too subtle for me Shot like a Comet in my face and wounded To my eternal ruine my hearts valour Mar. Methinks she was no such peece Ant. Blaspheme not Sir She is so far beyond weak commendation That impudence will blush to think ill of her Mar. I see it not and yet I have both eies open And I could judge I know there is no beauty Till our eies give it'em and make 'em hansom What 's red and white unles we do allow 'em A green face else and me-thinks such an other Ant. Peace thou leud Heretick Thou judge of beauties Thou hast an excellent sense for a signe-post Friend Dost thou not see I le swear thou art soon blind else As blind as ignorance when she appear'd first Aurora breaking in the east and through her face As if the Hours and Graces had strew'd Roses A blush of wonder flying when she was frighted At our uncivil swords didst thou not mark How far beyond the purity of snow The soft wind drives whitenes of innocence Or any thing that bears Celestial palenes She appear'd o' th' sodain Didst thou see her tears When she intreated O thou Reprobate Didst thou not see those orient tears flow'd from her The little Worlds of Love A sett Martine Of such sanctified Beads and a holy heart to love I could live ever a Religious Hermite Mar. I do beleeve a little and yet me-thinks She was of the lowest stature Ant. A rich Diamond Set neat and deep Natures chief Art Martine Is to reserve her Modells curious Not cumbersome and great and such a one For fear she should exceed upon her matter Has she fram'd this Oh 't is a spark of beauty And where they appear so excellent in little They will but flame in great Extention spoils 'em Martine learn this the narrower that our eies Keep way unto our object still the sweeter That comes unto us Great bodies are like Countries Discovering still toyle and no pleasure finds 'em Mar. A rare Cosmographer for a small Island Now I believe she is handsom Ant. Belive heartily Let thy belief though long a coming save thee Mar. She was certain fair Ant. But heark ye Friend Martine Do not believe your self too far before me For then you may wrong me Sir Mar. Who bid ye teach me Do you show me meat and stitch my lips Antonio Is that fair play Ant. Now if thou shouldst abuse me And yet I know thee for an arrant Wencher A most immoderate thing thou canst not love long Mar. A little serves my turn I fly at all games But I believe Ant. How if we never see her more Shee is our enemie Mar. Why are you jealous then As far as I conceive she hates our whole House Ant. Yet good Martine Mar. Come come I have mercy on ye You shall enjoy her in your dream Antonio And I 'll not hinder though now I perswade my self Enter Aminta with a Letter Ant. Sit with perswasion down and you deal honestly I will look better on her Mar. Stay who 's this Friend Ant. Is 't not the other Gentlewoman Mar. Yes a Letter She brings no challenge sure if she do Antonio I hope shee 'l be a Second too I am for her Am. A good houre Gentlemen Ant. You are welcom Lady 'T is like our late rude passage has powr'd on us Some reprehension Am. No I bring no anger Though some deserv'd it Ant. Sure we were all too blame Lady But for my part in all humility And with no little shame I ask your pardons Indeed I wear no sword to fright sweet beauties Am. You have it and this Letter pray ye Sir view it And my Commission 's done Mar. Have ye none for me Lady Am. Not at this time Mar. I am sorry for 't
I can read too Am. I am glad but Sir to keep you in your exercise You may chance meet with one ill written Mar. Thank ye So it be a womans I can pick the meaning For likely they have but one end Am. You say true Sir Exit Ant. Martine my wishes are come home and loaden Loaden with brave return most happy happy I am a blessed man where 's the Gentlewoman Mar. Gone the spirit 's gone what news Ant. 'T is from the Lady From her we saw from that same miracle I know her Name now read but these three lines Read with devotion friend the lines are holy Martine reads I dare not chide ye in my Letter Sir 'T will be too gentle If you please to look me In the West-street and find a fair Stone window Carved with white Cupids there I le entertain ye Night and discretion guide ye Call me Ismena Ant. Give it me again Come come fly fly I am all fire Mar. There may be danger Ant. So there is to drink When men are thirsty to eat hastily When we are hungry so there is in sleep Friend Obstructions then may rise and smother us We may die laughing choked even at devotions An Apoplexie or a sodain Palsey May strike us down Mar. May be a train to catch ye Ant. Then I am caught and let Love answer for it 'T is not my folly but his infamy And if he be adored and dare do vild things Mar. Well I will go Ant. She is a Lady Sir A Maid I think and where that holy spell Is flung about me I ne're fear a villany 'T is almost night away friend Mar. I am ready I think I know the house too Ant. Then we are happy Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Ismena and Aminta Ism. Did you meet him Am. Yes Ism. And did you give my Letter Am. To what end went I Ism. Are ye sure it was he Was it that Gentleman Am. Do you think I was blind I went to seek no Carrier nor no Midwife Ism. What kind of man was he thou maist be deceived Friend Am. A man with a nose on 's face I think he had eies too And hands for sure he took it Ism. What an answer Am. What questions are these to one that 's hot and troubled Do you think me a Babe am I not able Cosen At my years and discretion to deliver A Letter handsomly is that such a hard thing Why every wafer-woman will undertake it A Sempsters girle or a Taylors wife will not misse it A Puritane Hostesse Cosen would scorn these questions My legges are weary Ism. I 'll make 'em well again Am. Are they at Supper Ism. Yes and I am not well Nor desire no company look out 't is darkish Am. I see nothing yet assure your self Ismena If he be a man he will not misse Ism. It may be he is modest And that may pull him back from seeing me Or has made some wild construction of my easinesse I blush to think what I writ Am. What should ye blush at Blush when you act your thoughts not when you write 'em Blush soft between a pair of sheets sweet Cosen Though he be a curious carried Gentleman I cannot think He 's so unnatural to leave a woman A young a noble and a beauteous woman Leave her in her desires Men of this age Are rather prone to come before they are sent for Hark I hear somthing up to th' Chamber Cosen You may spoil all else Enter Antonio and Martine Ism. Let me see they are Gentlemen It may be they Am. They are they get ye up And like a Land-star draw him Ism. I am shamefac'd Exit Ant. This is the street Mar. I am looking for the house Close close pray ye close here Ant. No this is a Merchants I know the man well Mar. And this a Pothecaries I have lain here many times For a loosenes in my Hilts Ant. Have ye not past it Mar. No sure There is no house of mark that we have scaped yet Ant. What place is this Mar. Speak softer may be spies If any this a goodly window too carv'd far above that I perceive 't is dark But she has such a lustre Enter Ismena and Aminta above with a Taper Ant. Yes Martine So radiant she appears Mar. Else we may misse Sir The night growes vengeance black 'pray heaven she shine clear Hark hark a window and a candle too Ant. Step close 't is she I see the cloud disperse And now the beautious Planet Mar. Hah 't is indeed Now by the soul of love a divine Creature Ism. Sir Sir Ant. Most blessed Lady Ism. 'Pray ye stand out Am. You need not fear there 's no body now stirring Mar. Beyond his commendation I am taken Infinite strangely taken Am. I love that Gentleman Methinks he has a dainty nimble body I love him heartily Ism. 'T is the right Gentleman But what to say to him Sir Am. Speak Ant. I wait still And will do till I grow an other Pillar To propt this house so it please you Ism. Speak softly And 'pray ye speak truly too Ant, I never lyde Lady Ism. And don't think me impudent to ask ye I know ye are an Enemie speak low But I would make ye a friend Ant. I am friend to beauty Ther 's no handsomnesse I dare be foe too Ism. Are ye married Ant. No Ism. Are ye betrothed Ant. No neither Ism. Indeed fair Sir Ant. Indeed fair sweet I am not Most beauteous Virgin I am free as you are Ism. That may be Sir then ye are miserable For I am bound Ant. Happy the bonds that hold ye Or do you put them on your self for pleasure Sure they be sweeter far then libertie There is no blessednesse but in such bondage Give me that freedom Madam I beseech ye Since you have question'd me so cunningly To ask you whom you are bound to he must be certain More then humane that bounds in such a beauty Happy that happy chain such links are heavenly Ism. Pray ye do not mock me Sir Ant. Pray ye Lady tell me Ism. Will ye beleeve and will ye keep it to ye And not scorn what I speak Ant. I dare not Madam As Oracle what you say I dare swear to Ism. I 'll set the candle by for I shall blush now Fy how it doubles in my mouth it must out 'T is you I am bound to Ant. Speak that word again I understand ye not Ism. 'T is you I am bound to Ant. Here is another gentleman Ism. 'T is you Sir Am. He may belov'd too Mar. Not by thee first curse me Ism. And if I knew your name Ant. Antonio Madam Ism. Antonio take this kisse 't is you I am bound to Ant. And when I set ye free may heaven forsake me Ismena Ism. Yes now I perceive ye love me You have learnd my name Ant. Hear but some vows I make to ye Hear but the protestations of a true love Ism. No no not
Pio. Sir I kept him Seaven daies in a darke room by Candle-light A plenteous Table spread with all good meats Before his eyes a case of keen broad Knives Upon the board and he so watchd he might not Touch the least modicum unlesse he cut it And thus I brought him first to draw a knife Bob. Good Pio. Then for ten daies did I diet him Onely with burnt Porke sir and gammons of Bacon A pill of Caveary now and then Which breeds choler adust you know Bob. T is true Pio. And to purge phlegmatick humor and cold crudities In all that time he dranke me Aqua fortis And nothing else but Bob. Aqua vite Signior For Aqua fortis poysons Pio. Aqua fortis I say again what 's one mans poyson Signior Is anothers meat or drinke Bob. Your patience sir By your good patience h 'ad a huge cold stomacke Pio. I fir'd it and gave him then three sweats In the Artillery-yard three drilling daies And now he 'l shoot a Gun and draw a Sword And fight with any man in Christendome Bob. A receipt for a coward I le be bold sir To write your good prescription Pio. Sir hereafter You shall and underneath it put probatum Is your chaine right Bob. T is both right and just sir For though I am a Steward I did get it With no mans wrong Pio. You are witty Bob. So so Could you not cure one sir of being too rash And over-daring there now 's my disease Fool-hardy as they say for that in sooth I am Pio. Most easily Bob. How Pio. To make you drunke sir With smal Beere once a day and beat you twice Till you be bruis'd all over if that help not Knock out your braines Bob. This is strong Physick Signior And never wil agree with my weak body I finde the medcine worse then the malady And therefore wil remain fool-hardy stil You 'l come sir Pio As I am a Gentleman Bob. A man o th' Sword should never break his word Pio. I le overtake you I have onely sir A complementall visitation To offer to a Mistris lodgd here by Bob. A Gentlewoman Pio. Yes sir Bob. Faire and comely Pio. Oh sir the Paragon the Non-parill Of Civill the most wealthy Mine of Spaine For beauty and perfection Bob. Say you so Might not a man entreat a curtesie To walke along with you Signior to peruse This dainty Mine though not to dig in 't Signior Hanh I hope you 'l not deny me being a stranger Though I am Steward I am flesh and blood And fraile as other men Pio. Sir blow your nose I dare not for the world no she is kept By a great Don Vitelli Bob. How Pio. T is true Bob. See things wil veere about this Don Vitelli Am I to seeke now to deliver Letters From my young Mistris Clara and I tell you Under the Rose because you are a stranger And my speciall friend I doubt there is A little foolish love betwixt the parties Unknown unto my Lord Pio. Happy discovery My fruit begins to ripen hark you sir I would not wish you now to give those Letters But home and ope this to Madona Clara Which when I come I le justifie and relate More amply and particularly Bob. I approve Your counsell and wil practice it bazilos manos Here 's two chewres chewed when wisdome is imployd T is ever thus your more acquaintance Signior I say not better least you think I thought not Yours good enough Exit Enter Alguazier Pio. Your servant excellent Steward Would all the Dons in Spain had no more brains Here comes the Alguazier dieu vous guard Mounsier Is my cuz stirring yet Alg. Your cuz good cosen A whore is like a foole akin to all The gallants in the Town Your coz good Signior Is gone abroad sir with her other cosen My Lord Vitelli since when there hath been Some dozen cosens here to enquire for her Pio. he 's greatly alli'd sir Alg. Marry is she sir Come of a lusty kindred the truth is I must connive no more no more admittance Must I consent to my good Lord has threatned me And you must pardon Pio. Out upon thee man Turne honest in thine age one foot i th' grave Thou shalt not wrong thy selfe so for a million Looke thou three-headed Cerberus for wit I mean here is one sop and two and three For every chop a hit Alg. I marry sir Wel the poore heart loves you but too wel We have been talking on you 'faith this houre Where what I said goe too she loves your valour Oh and your Musicke most abominably She is within sir and alone what meane you Pio That is your Sergeants side I take it sir Now I endure your Constables much better There is lesse danger in 't for one you know Is a tame harmlesse monster in the light The Sergeant salvage both by day and night Alg. I le call her to you for that Pio. No I wil charme her Enter Malroda Alg. She 's come Pio. My Spirit Mal. Oh my Sweet Leape hearts to lips and in our kisses meet Pio. Turn turn thy beauteous face away Song How pale and sickly lookt the day In emulation of thy brighter beams Oh envious light flv fly he gove Come night and peece two breasts at one When what love does we will repeat in dreams Yet thy eyes open who can day hence fright Let but their lids fall and it will be night Alg. Wel I wil leave you to your fortitude And you to temperance ah ye pretty paire T were sin to sunder you Lovers being alone Make one of two and day and night all one But fall not out I charge you keep the peace You know my place else Exit Mal. No you wil not marry You are a Courtier and can sing my Love And want no Mistrisses but yet I care not I le love you still and when I am dead for you Then you 'l believe my truth Pio. You kill me faire It is my lesson that you speake have I In any circumstance deserv'd this doubt I am not like your false and perjur'd Don That here maintains you and has vowd his faith And yet attempts in way of marriage A Lady not far off Mal. How 's that Pio. T is so And therefore Mistris now the time is come You may demand his promise and I sweare To marry you with speed Mal. And with that Gold Which Don Vitelli gives you 'l walke some voyage And leave me to my trade and laugh and brag How you ore-reach'd a whore and guld a Lord Pio. You anger me extreamly fare you wel What should I say to be believd expose me To any hazzard or like jealous Juno Th' incensed step-mother of Hercules Designe me labours most impossible I le doe 'em or die in 'em so at last You wil believe me Mal. Come we are friends I doe I am thine walk in my Lord has sent me outsides But thou shalt have
Ruinous as a Constable and Lady Gentry as a man Like a French Vicar and doe's he bring such fruits to Town with him A thiefe at his first lighting Oh good den to you Wit Nay sweet Sir you 'r so vext now you 'l grieve him And hurt your selfe O. K. Away I le heare no counsell Come you but once in seven yeare to your Uncle And at that time must you be brought home too And by a Constable Wit Oh speake low Sir Remember your owne credit you professe You love a man a' wit begin at home Sir Expresse it i' your self Lady Nay Master Constable Shew your self a wise man 'gainst your nature too Ruin Sir no Dish-porridgement we have brought home As good men as ye O. K. Out a North-Brittaine Constable that tongue Will publish all it speaks so broad already Are you the Gentlewoman Lady The unfortunate one Sir That fell into the power of mercilesse thieves Whereof this fellow whom I 'de call your kinsman As little as I could for the faire reverence I owe to fame and yeares was the prime villaine O. K. A wicked prime Wit Nay not so loud sweet father Lad. The rest are fled but I shall meet with 'em Hang one of 'em I will certaine I ha' swore it And 't was my luck to light upon this first O.K. A Cambridge man for this these your degrees Sir Nine yeares at University for this fellowship Wit Take your voyce lower deare Sir O. K. What 's your losse Sir Lady That which offends me to repeat the Money 's whole Sir 'T is i' the Constables hands there a seal'd hundred But I will not receive it O. K. No not the money Sir Having confest 't is all Lady 'T is all the Money Sir But 't is not all I lost for when they bound me They tooke a Diamond hung at my shirt string Which feare of life made me forget to hide It being the sparkling witnesse of a Contract 'Twixt a great Lawyers daughter and my selfe Wit I told you what he was what does the Diamond Concerne my Cozen Sir Lady No more did the Money But he shall answer all now Wit There 's your conscience It shewes from whence you sprung Lady Sprung I had leapt a thiefe Had I leapt some of your alliance Wit Slave Lady You prevent me still O. K. 'Slid sonne are you mad Lady Come come I le take a legall course O. K. Will you undo us all what 's your demand Sir Now we 're in 's danger too Lady A hundred Marke Sir I will not bate a doit Witty A hundred rascals Lady Sir finde 'em out in your own blood and take 'em Wit Go take your course follow the Law and spare not O. K. Does fury make you drunke know you what you say Wit A hundred dogs dungs do your worst O. K. You do I 'me sure whos 's loud now Wit What his owne asking O. K. Not in such a case Wit You shall have but three score pound spite a your teeth I le see you hangd first O. K. And what 's seven pound more man That all this coyle 's about stay I say he shall ha 't Wit It is your owne you may do what you please with it Pardon my zeale I would ha sav'd you money Give him all his owne asking O. K. What 's that to you Sir Be sparing of your owne teach me to pinch In such a case as this go go live by your wits go Wit I practise all I can O. K. Follow you me Sir And Master Constable come from the knave And be a witnesse of a full recompence Wit Pray stop the Constables mouth what ere you do Sir O. K. Yet agen as if I meant not to do that my selfe Without your counsell As for you precious kinsman Your first years fruits in Wales shall go to rack for this You lye not in my house I le pack you out And pay for your lodging rather Exeunt Knight Ruin and Lady Witty Oh fie Cozen These are ill courses you a Scholler too Cred. I was drawne into 't most unfortunately By filthy deboyst company Wit I I I 'T is even the spoile of all our youth in England What were they Gentlemen Cred. Faith so like some on 'em They were ev'n the worse agen Wit Hum Cred. Great Tobacco swivers They would go neere to rob with a pipe in their mouths Wit What no Cred. Faith leave it Cozen because my rascals use it Wit So they do meat and drinke must worthy Gentlemen Refraine their food for that an honest man May eat of the same pig some Parson dines with A Lawyer and a foole feed of one Woodcock Yet one ne're the simpler t'other ne're the wiser 'T is not meat drinke or smoak dish cup or pipe Co-operates to the making of a knave 'T is the condition makes a slave a slave There 's London Philosophy for you I tell you cozen You cannot be too cautelous nice or dainty In your society here especially When you come raw from the University Before the world has hardned you a little For as a butter'd loafe is a Schollers breakfast there So a poacht Scholler is a cheaters dinner here I ha' knowne seven of 'em supt up at a Meale Cred. Why a poacht Scholler Wit Cause he powres himself forth And all his secrets at the first acquaintance Never so crafty to be eaten i' th shell But is outstript of all he has at first And goes downe glibb he 's swallowed with sharp wit Stead of Wine Vinegar Cred. I shall think Cozen A' your poch't Scholler while I live Enter Servant Serv. Master Credulous Your Uncle wills you to forbeare the House You must with me I 'me charg'd to see you plac'd In some new lodging about Theeving Lane What the conceit 's I know not but commands you To be seene here no more till you heare further Cred. Here 's a strange welcome Sir Wit This is the World Cozen When a mans fame 's once poyson'd fare thee well Lad Exit Cred. and Servant This is the happiest cheat I e're claim'd share in It has a two fold fortune gets me coyne And puts him out of grace that stood between me My fathers Cambridge Jewell much suspected To be his Heyre now there 's a barre in 's hopes Enter Ruinous and Lady Gentry Ruin It chinks make haste Lady The Goat at Smithfield Pens Enter Cunningame with a Letter Wit Zo zo zufficient Master Cunningame I never have ill luck when I meet a wit Cun. A wit 's better to meet then to follow then For I ha' none so good I can commend yet But commonly men unfortunate to themselves Are luckiest to their friends and so may I be Wit I run o're so much worth going but in haste from you All my deliberate friendship cannot equall Cun. 'T is but to shew that you can place sometimes Enter Mirabell Your modesty a top of all your vertues Exit Wit This Gentleman may pleasure me yet agen
is Oracle The sins of other women put by hers Shew off like sanctities Thin's a foole Chilax Yet she can tell to twenty and all lovers And all lien with her too and all as she is Rotten and ready for an hospitall Yours is a holy whore freind Balbus Bal. Well Sir Empe. One that can pray away the sins she suffers But not the punishments She has had ten bastards Five of 'em now are lictors yet she praies She has been the song of Rome and common Pasquill Since I durst see a wench she was Campe mistris And musterd all the cohorts paid 'em too They have it yet to shew and yet she prayes She is now to enter old men that are children And have forgot their rudiments am I Left for these withered vices and but one But one of all the world that could content me And snatch'd away in shewing If your wives Be not yet witches or your selves now be so And save your lives raise me this noble beauty As when I forc'd her full of constancy Or by the Gods Lyci. Most sacred Caesar Empe. Slaves Lycias Good Proculus Pro. By heaven you shall not see it It may concerne the Empire Empr. Ha what said'st thou Is she not dead Pro. Not any one I know Sir I come to bring your Grace a letter here Scatterd belike i' th Court T is sent to Maximus And bearing danger in it Emp. Danger where Double our Guard Pro. Nay no where but i' th letter Emp. What an afflicted conscience doe I live with And what a beast I am growne I had forgotten To aske heaven mercy for my fault and was now Even ravishing againe her memory I find there must be danger in this deed Why doe I stand disputing then and whining For what is not the gods to give they cannot Though they would linck their powers in one do mischiefe This Letter may betray me get ye gon Exeunt And waite me in the Garden guard the house well And keep this from the Empresse The name Maximus Runnes through me like a feavour this may be Some private Letter upon private businesse Nothing concerning me why should I open 't I have done him wrong enough already yet It may concerne me too the time so tells me The wicked deed I have done assures me t is so Be what it will I le see it if that be not Part of my feares among my other sins I le purge it out in prayers How what 's this Letter red Lord Maximus you love Aecius And are his noble friend too bid him be lesse I meane lesse with the people times are dangerous The Army 's his the Emperor in doubts And as some will not stick to say declining You stand a constant man in either fortunes Perswade him he is lost else Though ambition Be the last sin he touches at or never Yet what the people made with loving him And as they willingly desire another May tempt him too or rather force his goodnesse Is to be doubted mainly he is all As he stands now but the meer name of Cesar And should the Emperor inforce him lesser Not comming from himselfe it were more dangerous He is honest and will heare you doubts are scatterd And almost come to growth in every houshold Yet in my foolish judgment were this masterd The people that are now but rage and his Might be againe obedience you shall know me When Rome is faire againe till when I love you No name this may be cunning yet it seemes not For there is nothing in it but is certain Besides my safety Had not good Germanicus That was as loyall and as straight as he is If not prevented by Tiberius Bin by the Souldiers forcd their Emperor He had and t is my wisdom to remember it And was not Corbulo even that Corbulo That ever fortunate and living Roman That broake the heart strings of the Parthians And brought Arsases line upon their knees Chaind to the awe of Rome because he was thought And but in wine once fit to make a Cesar Cut off by Nero I must seeke my safety For t is the same againe if not beyond it I know the Souldier loves him more then heaven And will adventure all his gods to raise him Me he hates more then peace what this may breed If dull security and confidence Let him grow up a foole may find and laught at But why Lord Maximus I injurd so Should be the man to councell him I know not More then he has been friend and lov'd allegeance What now he is I feare for his abuses Without the people date draw bloud who waits there Servant Your Grace Enter a Servant Emp. Call Phidias and Aretus hither I le finde a day for him too times are dangerous The Army his the Emperor in doubts I find it is too true did he not tell me 1. As if he had intent to make me odious 2. And to my face and by a way of terror What vices I was grounded in and almost proclaimd the Souldiers hate against me is not The sacred name and dignity of Cesar Were this Aecius more then man sufficient To shake off all his honesty Hee 's dangerous Though he be good and though a friend a feard one And such I must not sleep by are they come yet I doe beleeve this fellow and I thank him T' was time to look about if I must perish Yet shall my feares goes foremost Enter Phidias and Aretus Phil. Life to Cesar Emp. Is Lord Aeciuss waiting Phi. Not this morning I rather think hee 's with the Army Emp. Army I doe not like that Army goe unto him And bid him straight attend me and doe ye heare Come private without any I have businesse Only for him Phi. Your Graces pleasure Exit Phidias Emp. Goe What Souldier is the same I have seene him often That keepes you company Aretus Are. Me Sir Emp. I you Sir Are. One they call Pontius And 't please your Grace Emp. A Captaine Are. Yes he was so But speaking somthing roughly in his want Especially of warres the noble Generall Out of a strict allegiance cast his fortunes Emp. Ha's been a valiant fellow Are. So hee 's still Emp. Alas the Generall might have pardond follies Souldiers will talke sometimes Are. I am glad of this Emp. He wants preferment as I take it Are. Yes Sir And for that noble Grace his life shall serve Emp. I have a service for him I shame a Souldier should become a Begger I like the man Aretus Are. Gods protect ye Emp. Bid him repaire to Proculus and there He shall receive the businesse and reward for 't I le see him setled too and as a Souldier We shall want such The sweets of Heaven still crowne yee I have a fearefull darknesse in my soule And till I be deliverd still am dying Exeunt Scaen. 2. Enter Maximus alone Max. My way has taken all the Court 's in guard And businesse every where and every corner Full
if you be Gentlemen my Sister My Venus shee 's stolne away Jul. The story changes from our expectation Bust. Help my father the Miller will hang me els god Mars Is a bawdy Villain he said she should ride upon Doves Shee 's horss'd shee 's horss'd whether she will or no Mar. Sure I think hee 's serious Bust. She 's horss'd upon a double Gelding and a Stone-horse in the breech Of her the poor wench cries help and I cry help none Of you will help Jul. Speak is it the show or dost thou bawle Bust. A pox on the Ball my Sister bawls and I bawl Either bridle horse and follow or give me a halter To hang my self I cannot run so fast as a hogge Jul. Wie follow me I 'le fill the Countrey with pursuit But I will find the Thief my House thus abus'd Bust. 'T is my house that 's abus'd the Sister of my flesh and blood oh oh Exeunt 1. Wench T is time we all shift for our selves if this be serious 2. However I 'le be gone 3. And I Exeunt Ant. You need not fright your beauties pretty souls With the least pale complexion of a fear Mar. Juno has better courage and Minerva more discreet Ism. Alas my courage was so counterfeit It might have been struck from me with a feather Juno ne'er had so weak a presenter Am. Sure I was ne'er the wiser for Minerva That I find yet about me Ism. My dwelling Sir 'T is a poor Yeomans roof scarce a league off That never sham'd me yet Ant. Your gentle pardon I vow my erring eyes had almost cast you For one of the most mortal Enemies That our Family has Ism. I 'me forty Sir I am so like your foe 't were fit I hasted From your offended sight Ant. Oh mistake not It was my error and I do confesse it You 'l not beleeve your welcome nor can I speak it But there 's my friend can tell you pray hear him Mar. Shall I tell her Sir I 'me glad of the employment Ant. A kinswoman to that beauty Am. A kin to her Sir But nothing to her Beauty Ant. Do not wrong it 't is not far behind her Am. Her hinder parts are not far off indeed Sir Mar. Let me but kisse you with his ardour now You shall feel how he loves you Ism. Oh forbear 'T is not the fashion with us but would you Perswade me that he loves me Mar, I 'le warrant you He dies in 't and that were witnes enough on 't Ism. Love me Sir can you tell me for what reason Mar. Fy will ye ask me that which you have about you Ism. I know nothing Sir Mar. Let him find it then He constantly beleeves you have the thing That he must love you for much is apparent A sweet and lovely beauty Ism. So Sir Pray you Show me one thing Did he nere love before I know you are his bosome-Counsellor Nay then I see your answer is not ready I 'le not beleeve you if you study farther Mar. Shall I speak truth to you Ism. Or speak no more Mar. There was a smile thrown at him from a Lady Whose deserts might buy him treble and lately He receiv'd it and I know where he lost it In this face of yours I know his heart 's within you Ism. May I know her name Mar. In your ear you may With vow of silence Am. Hee 'l not give over Sir If he speak for you hee 'l sure speed for you Ant. But that 's not the answer to my question Am. You are the first in my virgin-conscence That ere spoke Love to her oh my heart Ant. How doe you Am. Nothing Sir but would I had a better face How well yoor pulse beats Ant. Healthfully does it not Am. It thumps prettily me thinks Ism. Alack I hear it With much pitie how great is your fault too In wrong to the good Lady Mar. You forget The difficult passage hee has to her A hell of feud's between the Families Ism. and that has often Love wrought by advantage To peacefull reconcilement Mar. There impossible Ism. This way 't is worser 't may seed again in her Unto another generation For where poor Lady is her satisfaction Mar. It comes in me to be truth I love her I 'll go no farther for comparison As deer as hee loves you Ism. How if shee love not Mar. Tush be that my pains You know not what art I have those wayes Ism. Beshrow you you have practis'd upon me Well speed me here and you with your Ismenia Mar. Go the condition 's drawn ready dated There wants but your hand to 't Am. Truly you have taken great pains Sir Mar. A friendly part no more sweet Beuty Am. They are happy Sir have such friends as you are But do you know you have done well in this How will his Allyes receive it shee though I say 't Is of no better Blood then I am Mar. There I leave it I 'm at farthest that way Ism. You shall extend your vows no larger now My heart calls you mine own and that 's enough Reason I know would have all yet conceal'd I shall not leave you unsaluted long Either by pen or person Ant. You may discourse With me when you think y' are alone I shall Be present with you Ism. Come Cosen will you walk Am. Alas I was ready long since in conscience You would with better will yet stay behind Ism. Oh Love I never thought thou 'dst bin so blind Mar. You 'll answer this Sir Exeunt Ant. If ere 't be spoke on Enter Julio I purpose not to propound the question Jul. 'T is true the poor knave said some Ravisher Some of Lusts Blood-hounds have seiz'd upon her The Girle is hurried as the divell were with 'em And help'd their speed Mar. It may be not so ill Sir A well prepared Lover may do as much In hot blood as this and perform 't honestly Jul. What steale away a virgin 'gainst her will Mar. It may be any mans case despise nothing And that 's a thiefe of a good quality Most commonly hee brings his theft home again Though with a little shame Jul. There 's a charge by 't Faln upon mee Paris the Millers son Her brother dares not venture home again Till better tidings follow of his sister Ant. Y' are the more beholding to the mischance Sir Had I gone a Boot-haling I should as soon Have stolne him as his sister Marry then To render him back in the same plight he is May be costly his flesh is not maintain'd with little Jul. I think the poor knave will pine away Hee cries all to be pitied yonder Mar. Pray you Sir let 's go see him I should laugh To see him cry sure Jul. Well you are merry Sir Antonio keep this charge I have fears Move me to lay it on you Pray forbear The wayes of your enemies the Bellides I have reason for my Injunction Sir Exeunt Enter Aminta