Marry that wil I on suddaine without change Duk. Thou want'st a beard Qua. Tush a beard nere made Cato though many mens Cato hang onely on their chin Suppose this flowre the City vtica The time the night that prolong'd Catos death Now being plac'd moung his Philosophers These first discourse the soules eternity Iaco. Cato grantes that I am sure for he was valiant and honest which an Epicure nere was and a coward neuer will be Qua. Then Cato holdes a distinct notion Of indiuiduall actions after death This being argu'd his resolue maintaines A true magnanimous spirit should giue vp durt To durt and with his owne flesh dead his flesh Fore chance should force it crouch vnto his foe To kill ones selfe some I some hold it no O these are pointes would intice away ones soule To breakes indenture of base prentisage Enter Francisco And run away from 's boddy in swift thoughts To melt in contemplation lushious sweetes Now my voluptious Duke I le feede thy scence Worth his creation giue me audience Fran. My leidge my royall leidge heare heare my sute Qua. Now may thy breath nere smell sweete as long as thy loungs can pant for breaking my speech thou Muscouite thou stinking perfumer Enter Albano Duke Is not this Albano our some times Courtier Fran. No troth but Francisco your alwaies perfumer Alba. Lorenzo Celso our braue Venice Duke Albano Belletzo thy Merchant thy soldier thy Courtier thy slaue thy any-thing thy What thou wilt kisseth thy noble bloud doe mee right or els I am canonized a cuckold canonized a cuckold I am abus'd I am abusd my wifes abusd my cloathes abusd my shape my house my all abusd I am sworne out of my selfe beated out of my selfe baffled geird at laught at bard my owne house debard my owne wife whilst others swill my wines gurmandize my meat meat kisse my wife O gods O gods O gods O gods O gods Lauer. Who i st who i st Celia Come sweete this is your waggery yfaith as if you knew him not La. Yes I feare I do too wel would I could slide away invisible Duke Assured this is hee Iaco. My worthy leidge the iest comes only thus Now to stop and crosse it with mere like deceite All being knowne the French knight hath disguisd A fiddler like Albano too to fright the perfumer this is all Duke Art sure t is true Melet. T is confest t is right Alba. It is right t is true right I am a fiddler a fiddler a fidler vds fut a fidler I le not beleeue thee thou art a woman and t is knowne veritas non querit angulos truth seekes not to lurke vnder varthingalls veritas non querit angulos a fidler Lau. Worthy sir pardon and permit me first to confesse your selfe your deputation dead hath made my loue liue to offend you Alba. I mock on skoffe on flout on do do do Lau. Troth sir in serious Alba. I good good come hether Celia Burst breast riue heart a sunder Celia Why startest thou back seest thou this Celia O me how often with lasciuious touch thy lip Hath kissd this mark how oft this much wrong'd breast Hath borne the gentle waight of thy soft cheeke Celia O me my deerest Lord my sweete sweete loue Alba. What a fidler a fidler now thy loue I am sure thou skornst it nay Celia I could tell What on the night before I went to sea And tooke my leaue with Hymeneall rights What thou lispsd Into my eare a fidler and perfumer now Adri. And Ran. Deere brother Iaco. Most respected Sinior Beleeue it by the sacred end of loue What much much wronge hath forc'd your patience Proceeded from most deere affied loue Deuoted to your house Adri. Beleeue it brother Iaco. Nay your selfe when you shall heare the occurrances will say t is happy commicall Ran. Assure thee brother Alba. Shall I be braue shall I be my selfe now loue giue me thy loue brothers giue me your breasts French knight reach me thy hand perfumer thy fist Duke I inuite thee loue I forgiue thee Frenchman I hug thee I le know all I le pardon all and I le laugh at all Qua. And I le curse you all O yee ha interrupt a sceane Duke Quadratus we will heare these pointes discussd With apter and more calme affected houres Qua. Well good good Alba Wast euen so yfaith why then caprichious mirth Skip light moriscoes in our frolick bloud Flaggd veines sweete plump with fresh infused ioyes Laughter pucker our cheekes make shoulders shog With chucking lightnesse loue once more thy lippes For euer claspe our hands our hearts our Creasts Thus front thus eyes thus cheeke thus all shall meete Shall clip shall hug shall kisse my deere deere sweete Duke wilt thou see me reuell come loue daunce Court gallants court suck amorous dalliance Lam. Beauty your heart Melet. First sir accept my hands Shee leapes too rash that falls in suddeine bands Lam. Shall I dispaire neuer will I loue more Melet. No sea so boundles vast but hath a shore Qua. Why marry me Thou canst haue but soft flesh good bloud sound bones And that which fils vp all your bracks good stones Lyzabet. Stones Trees and beasts in loue still firmer prooue Then man I le none no hold-fastes in your loues Lau. Since not the Mistresse come on Faith the maide Alba. Ten thousand Duckets too to bote are laide Lau. Why then winde Cornets lead on iolly ladde Alla. Excuse me gallants though my legges lead wrong 'T is my first footing winde out nimble tongue Duke 'T is well 't is well how shall we spend this night Qua. Gulpe Rhenish Wine my liedge let our paunch rent Suck merry Gellyes preuiew but not preuent No mortall can the miseries of life Alba. I home inuite you all come sweete sweete wife My liedge vouchsafe thy presence drinke till the ground looke blew boy Qua. Liue still springing hopes still in fresh new ioyes May your loues happy hit in faire cheekt wiues Your flesh still plumpe with sap'd restoratiues That 's all my honest frolick heart can wish A Fico for the mew and Enuious pish Till night I wish good food and pleasing day But then found rest so ends or slight writ play Exeunt Deo op max gratias FINIS
the Feminine gender Slip. Forsooth because it is the Femenine gender Ped. Ha thou Asse thou Dolt Idem per idem marke it lingua is declined with Hec the Femenine because it is a houshold stuffe perticularly belonging and most commonly resident vnder the roofe of Womens mouthes Come on you Nathaniell say you say you next not too fast say tretably say Nath. Mascula dicuntur Monosilaba nomina quedam Ped. Faster faster Nath. Vt sal sol ren splen car ser vir vas vadis as mas Bes cres pres pes glis glirens habens genetiuo Mos flos ros tros muns dens mons pons Ped. Rup tup snup slup bor hor cor mor holla holla holla you Holifernes Pippo put him downe wipe your Nose fie on your sleeue where 's your Muckender your Grand-mother gaue you well say on say on Hol. Pree Maister what words this Ped. Asse Asse Hol. As in presenti perfectum format in in in Ped. In what Sir Hol. Perfectum format in what Sir Ped. In what Sir in avi Hol. In what Sir in avi Vt no nas naui vocito vocitas voci voci voci Ped. What 's next Hol. Voci What 's next Ped. Why thou vngratious child thou simple animall thou barnacle Nous snare him take him vp and you were my father you should vp Hol. Indeed I am not your Father O Lord now for God sake let mee go out my mother told a thing I shall bewray all els Harke you Maister my Grand-mother intreates you to come to dinner to morrow morning Ped. I say vntrusse take him vp Nous dispatch what not perfect in an Asse in presenty Hol. In truth I le bee as perfect an Asse in presenty as any of this Company with the grace of god law this once this once and I do so any more Ped. I say hold him vp Hol. Ha let me say my praiers first You know not what you ha done now all the surrup of my braine is runne into my buttockes yee spill the iuice of my wit well ha sweete ha sweete hunny barbary suger sweete Maister Ped. Sance trickes trifles delaies demurrers procrastinations or retardations mount him mount him Enter Quadratus Lampatho Lauerdure and Simplicius Qua. Be mercifull my gentle Sinior Lau. Wee le sue his pardon out Ped. He is repriued and now Appollo blesse your braines Facundius and Elaborate ellegance make your presence gratious in the eyes of your Mistres Lau. You must along with vs lend priuate eare Sim. What is your name Hol. Holifernes Pippo Sim. Who gaue you that name Nay let mee alone for sposing of a scholler Hol. My godfathers and god-mothers in my baptisme Sim. Truly gallants I am inamord on thee boy wilt thou serue me Hol. Yes and please my grand-mother when I come to years of discretion Ped And you haue a propensitude to him he shall be for you I was solicited to graunt him leaue to play the Lady in commedies presented by Children but I knew his voice was to smale and his stature to loe sing sing a treble Holifernes sing The Song A very smale sweete voice I le assure you Qua. T is smally sweete indeede Sym. A very pretty Child hold vp thy head there buy thee some plummes Qua. Nay they must play you go along with vs Ped. Ludendi venia est petita concessa All Gratias Sym. Pippo 's my page how like you him ha has hee not a good face ha Lau. Exceeding amiable come away I long to see my loue my Celia Sym. Carry my rapier hold vp so good childe stay gallants vmph a sweete face Lam. I relish not this mirth my spirit is vntwist My heart is raueld out in discontents I am deepe thoughtfull and I shoote my soule Through all creation of omnipotence Qua. What art melancholy Lampe I le feede thy humor I le giue thee reason straight to hang thy selfe Mark't mark't In heauens handiwork their 's naught Beleeue it Lam. In heauens handiwork ther 's naught None more vile accursed reprobate to blisse Then man and mong men a scholler most Things onely fleshly sencitiue an Oxe or Horse They liue and eate and sleepe and drinke and die And are not toucht with recollections Of things ore-past or staggerd infant doubtes Of things succeeding but leaue the manly beastes And giue but pence a peece to haue a sight Of beastly man now Sym. What so Lampatho good truth I will not pay your Ordinary if you come not Lam. Dost thou heare that voice I le make a parrat now As good a man as hee in foureteene nights I neuer heard him vent a sillable Of his owne creating since I knew the vse Of eyes and eares Well he 's perfect blest Because a perfect beast I le gage my heart He knowes no difference essentiall Twixt my dog and him The horeson sot is blest Is rich in ignorance makes faire vsance on 't And euery day augments his barbarisme So loue me Calmnes I do enuy him forts I was a scholler seauen vse-full springs Did I defloure in quotations Of crossd oppinions bout the soule of man The more I learnt the more I learnt to doubt Knowledge and wit faithes foes turne fayth about Sim. Nay come good Sinior I stay all the gentlemen here I wood faine giue my prity page a pudding pie Lam. Honest Epicure Nay marke list delight delight my spaniell slept whilst I bausd leaues Tossd ore the dunces por'd on the old print Of titled wordes and stil my spaniell slept Whilst I wasted lampoile bated my flesh Shrunk vp my veines and still my spaniel slept And still I held conuerse with Zabarell Aquinas Scotus and the musty sawe Of antick Donate still my spaniell slept Still on went I first an sit anima Then and it were mortall O hold hold At that they are at braine buffets fell by the eares A maine pell mell togither still my spaniell slept Then whether t were Corporeall Local fixt Extraduce but whether 't had free will Or no ho Philosophers Stood banding factions all so strongly propt I staggerd knew not which was firmer part But thought quoted reade obseru'd and pried Stufft noting bookes and still my spaniell slept At length he wakt and yawnd and by yon sky For aught I know he knew as much as I Sim. Dellicat good Lampatho come away I assure you I le giue but two pence more Lam. How t was created how the soule exsistes One talkes of motes the soule was made of motes An other fire tother light a third a spark of Star-like nature Hippo water Anaximenes ayre Aristoxenus Musicke Critias I know not what A company of odde phrenetici Did eate my youth and when I crept abroad Finding my numnesse in this nimble age I fell a railing but now soft and slow I know I know naught but I naught do know What shall I doe what plot what course persew Qua. Why turne a Temporist row with the tide Pursew the cut the fashion of
Come then Lampe I le powre fresh Oyle into thee Apply thy spirit that it may nimbly turne Vnto the habit fashion of the age I le make thee man the Scholler inable thy behauiour Apt for the intertaine of any presence I le turne thee gallant first thou shalt haue a Mistresse How is thy spirit rais'd to yonder beauty She with the sanguine cheeke the dimpled chinne The pretty amorous smile that clips her lips And dallyes bought her cheeke Shee with the speaking eye That castes out beames as ardent as those flakes Which sing'd the world by rash braind Phaeton She with the lip O lips she for whose sake A man could finde in his heart to in-hell himselfe There 's more Philosophy more theoremes More demonstrations all inuincible More cleare diuinity drawne on her cheeke Then in all volumes tedious paraphase Of musty eld O who would staggering doubt The soules eternity seeing it hath Of heauenly beauty but to case it vp Who would distrust a supreame existence Able to confound when it can create Such heauen on earth able to intrance Amaze O I 't is prouidence not chance Lam. Now by the front of Ioue me thinks her eye Shootes more spirit in me O beautie feminine How powerfull art thou what deepe magick lyes Within the circle of thy speaking eyes Qua. Why now could I eate thee thou doost please mine appetite I can disist thee God made thee a good foole and happy and ignorant and amarous and riche and fraile and a Satyrist and an Essayest and sleepy and proud and indeed a foole and then thou shalt bee sure of all these Doe but scorne her shee is thine owne accost her carelesly and her eye promiseth shee will be bound to the good abbearing Celia Now sister Meletza doost marke their craft some straggling thoughts transport thy attentiuenesse from his discourse wast Iacomos or our brothers plot Lauer. Both both sweete Lady my Page heard all we mette the roague so like Albano I beat the roague Sim. I but when you were gone the roague beat me Lau. Now take my counsell listen Melet. A pretty youth a pretty well shapt youth a good leg a very good eye a sweete ingenious face and I warrant a good witte nay which is more if hee bee poore I assure my soule hee is chaste and honest good faith I fancy I fancie him I and I may chance well I le thinke the rest Qua. I say bee carelesse still court her without complement take spirit Lauer. Wert not a pleasing ieast for me to cloath Another rascall like Albano say And rumor him return'd without all deceit Would not beget errors most ridiculous Qua. Meletza bella belletza Madonna bella bella genteletza pree-thee kisse this initiated gallant Melet. How would it please you I should respect yee Lamp As any thing What you will as nothing Melet. As nothing how will you valew my loue Lamp Why iust as you respect me as nothing for out of nothing nothing is bred so nothing shall not beget any-thing any-thing bring nothing nothing bring any-thing any-thing nothing shal be What you will my speach mounting to the valieu of my selfe which is Melet. What sweete Lamp Your nothing light as your selfe scencelesse as your sex and iust as you would ha me nothing Melet. Your wit skips a morisco but by the brightest spangle of my tier I vouchafe you intire vnaffected fauor were this gentle spirit be not proud Beleeue it youth slow speech swift loue doth often shrowd Lamp My soul 's intranc'd your fauor doth transport My scence past scence by your adored graces I doat am rapt Melet. Nay if you fall to passion and past scence My breasts no harbor for your loue go packe hence Qua. Vds fut thou gull thou inkie scholler ha thou whoreson fop Wilt not thou clappe into our fashion'd gallantry Couldst not be proud and skornfull loofe and vaine Gods my hearts obiect what a plague is this My soul 's intraunc'd fut couldst not clip and kisse My soul 's intraunc'd ten thousand crownes at least Lost lost my soul 's intraunc'd loues life O beast Alba. Celia open open Celia I would enter open Celia Fran. Celia open open Celia I would enter open Celia Alba. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia Fran. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia Alba. Vds f f f fut let Albano enter Fran. Vds f f f fut let Albano enter Celia Sweete breast you ha playd the wag yfaith Qua. Beleeue it sweete not I Melet. Come you haue attired some fiddler like Albano to fright the perfumer ther 's the iest Ran. Good fortunes to our sister Melet. And a speedy marriage Adri. Then we must wish her no good fortunes Iaco. For shame for shame straight cleere your house sweepe out this dust fling out this trash returne to modesty your husband I say your husband Albano that was supposd drownd is return'd I and at the dore Celia Ha ha my husband ha ha Adri. Laugh you shameles laugh you Celia Come come your plots discouerd good faith kinsmen I am no skold to shape a Perfumer like my husband O sweete iest Iaco. Last hopes all knowne Celi For pennance of your fault will you maintaine a iest now my loue hath tired some fiddler like Albano like the Perfumer Lau. Not I by blessednesse not I Mel. Come t is true do but support the iest and you shal surfet with laughter Iaco. Faith we condiscend t will not be crosd I see Marriage and hanging go by destiny Alba. B b b bar out Albano O Adulterous impudent Fran. B b b bar out Albano O thou matchlesse g g g gigglet Enter Albano and Francisco Qua. Let them in let them in now now now obserue obserue look look look Iaco. That same 's a fiddler shapt like thee feare naught bee confident thou shalt know the iest heereafter be confident feare naught blush not stand firme Alba. Now brothers now gallants now sisters now call a Perfumer a gutter-maister bar mee my house beate mee baffle me skoffe me deride mee ha that I were a young man againe by the mas I would ha you all by the eares by the mas law I am Francisco Soranza am I not gigglet strumpet cutters swaggerers brothell haunters I am Francisco O god O slaues O dogges dogges curres Iaco. No sir pray you pardon vs we confesse you are not Francisco nor a Perfumer but euen Alba. But euen Albano Iaco. But euen a fiddler a miniken tickler a pum pum Fran. A scraper scraper Art not asham'd before Albanos face To clip his spouze O shamlesse impudent Iaco. Well said perfumer Alb. A fiddler a scraper a miniken tickler a pum a pum euen now a Perfumer now a fiddler I will be euen What you will do do do k k k kisse my wife be be be be fore Qua. Why would'st haue him kisse her behind Alba. Before my owne f f f face Iaco. Well done fiddler Alba. I le f f fiddle