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heart_n	believe_v	ear_n	hear_v	2,313	5	5.3163	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20076	The pleasant comedie of old Fortunatus As it was plaied before the Queenes Maiestie this Christmas, by the Right Honourable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Old Fortunatus	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1600 (1600)	STC 6517; ESTC S105256	51,702	90

make other Ideots laugh and wisemen to crie who 's the foole now I am mad to sée Souldiours beg and cowards braue I am mad to sée Schollers in the Brokers shop and Dunces in the Mercers I am mad to see men that haue no more fashion in them then poore Shaddow yet must leape thrice a day into thrée orders of fashions I am mad to sée many things but horne-mad that my mouth féeles nothing Andel. Why now shaddow I sée thou hast a substance I am glad to sée thée thus mad Amped. The sonnes of Fortunatus had not woont Thus to repine at others happines But fooles haue alwaies this loose garment wore Being poore themselues they wish all others poore Fie brother Andelocia hate this madnes Turne your eyes inward and behold your soule That wants more then your body burnish that With glittering Uertue and make Ideots grieue So see your beautious mind in wisedome shine As you at their rich pouertie repine Enter Fortunatus gallant And. Peace good vertue Shad here comes another Shadow Shad. It should be a Camelion for he is all in colours Amp. Oh t is my Father With these teares of ioye My loue and duetie greete your faire returne A double gladnesse hath refresht my soule One that you liue and one to sée your fate Lookes freshly howsoeuer poore in state And. My father Fortunatus thus braue Sha. T is no wonder to sée a man braue but a wonder how he comes braue Fortunat. Deere Andelocia and sonne Ampedo And my poore seruant Shaddow plume your spirits With light-wingd mirth for Fortunatus hand Can now powre golden showres into their laps That sometimes scorn'd him for his want of gold Boyes I am rich and you shall ne're be poore We are gold spend gold we all in gold will féede Now is your father Fortunate indéede Andel. Father be not angrie if I set open the windowes of my mind I doubt for all your bragging you 'le prooue like most of our gallants in Famagosta that haue a rich outside a beggerly inside and like Mules weare gay trappings and good Ueluet foote-clothes on their backes yet champe on the Iron bitte of penurie I meane want coyne You gild our eares with a talke of Gold but I pray dazell our eyes with the maiestie of it Fort. First will I wake your sences with the sound Of golds swéete musicke tell me what you heare Amp. Belieue me Sir I heare not any thing Andel. Ha ha ha S hart I thought as much if I heare any gingling but of the purse strings that goe flip flap flip flap flip flap would I were turnd into a flip-flap and solde to the Butchers Fort. Shaddow I le trie thine eares harke dost rattle Shad. Yes like thrée blew Beanes in a blew bladder rattle bladder rattle your purse is like my bellie th' ones without money th' other without meate Fort. Bid your eyes blame the error of your eares You misbeléeuing Pagans sée here 's gold Ten golden pieces take them Ampedo Hold Andelocia here are ten for thée Ampe. Shaddow there 's one for thée prouide thée foode Fort. Stay boy hold Shad here are ten for thée Shad. Ten master then defiaunce to Fortune a Fig for famine Fort. Now tell me wags hath my purse gold or no Andel. Wee the wags haue gold Father but I thinke there 's not one Angell more wagging in this sacred Temple why this is rare Saddow fiue will serue thy turne giue me th' other fiue Shad. Nay soft master liberalitie dyed long agoe I sée some rich beggers are neuer well but when they be crauing My ten Duckets are like my ten fingers they will not ieopard a ioynt for you I am yours and these are mine if I part from them I shall neuer haue part of them Amp. Father if heauen haue blest you once againe Let not an open hand disperse that store Which gone life 's gone for all treade downe the poore Fort. Peace Ampedo talke not of pouertie Disdaine my boyes to kisse the tawnie cheekes Of leane necessitie make not inquirie How I came rich I am rich let that suffice There are sowre leathern bags trust full of gold Those spent I le fill you more goe lads be gallant Shine in the stréetes of Cyprus like two starres And make them bow their knées that once did spurne you For to effect such wonders gold can turne you Braue it in Famagosta or els where I le trauell to the Turkish Emperour And then I le reuell it with Prester Iohn Or banquet with great Cham of Tartarie And trie what frolicke Court the Souldan kéepes I le leaue you presently teare off these rags Glitter my boyes like Angels that the world May whilst our life in pleasures circle comes Wonder at Fortunatus and his sonnes Andel. Come Shaddow now wée 'le feast it royalty Shad. Doe master but take héede of beggerie Exeunt Musick sounds Enter vice with a gilded face and hornes on her head her garments long painted before with siluer halfe moones increasing by litle and litle till they come to the full in the midst of thē in Capitall letters this written CRESCITEVNDO her garment painted behind with fooles faces diuels heads and vnderneath it in the midst this written Ha Ha He she and others wearing gilded visards and attirde like deuils bring out a faire tree of Gold with apples on it after her comes Vertue a coxecombe on her head all in white before and this written about the middle Sibi sapit her attire behind painted with Crownes Laurell garlands stuck full of starres held out by hands thrust out of bright cloudes and among them thus written Dominabitur astris Shee and other Nimphes all in white with coxecombs on their heads bring a tree with greene and withered leaues mingled together and litle fruit on it after her Fortune one bearing her Wheele another her Globe and last the Priest Fortune You ministers of Uertue Uice and Fortune Teare off this vpper garment of the earth And in her naked bosome sticke these trées Vertue How many kingdomes haue I measured Onely to find a Climat apt to cherish These withering braunches but no ground can prooue So happie ay mee none doe vertue loue I le trie this soyle if here I likewise fade To heauen I le flie from whence I tooke my birth And tel the Gods I am banisht from the earth Vice Uertue I am sworne they foe if there thou plant Here opposite to thine my trée shall florish And as the running wood-bind spread her armes To choke thy withering boughes in their embrace I le driue thee from this world were Uertue fled Uice as an Angel should be honoured Fort. Seruants of this bright diuell that poore Saint Applie your talke whilst you are labouring To make your paines séeme short our priest shall sing The song whilst he sings the rest set the trees into the earth Priest Uertues braunches wither vertue pines O pittie pittie and alacke

and esteeme myselfe more then happie that you will imploy me Exit Agrip. Watch him watch him for Gods sake if hee sigh not or looke not backe Cyp. He does both but what misterie lyes in this Agrip. Nay no misterie t is as plaine as Cupids forehead why this is as it should be And esteeme my selfe more then happie that you will imploy me my French prisoner is in loue ouer head and eares Cypr. Its wonder how he scapes drowning Gall. With whom thinke you Agrip. With his keeper for a good wager Ah how glad is he to obey And how proud am I to command in this Empire of affection Ouer him and such Spungy-liuerd youthes that lie soaking in loue I triumph more with mine eye then euer he did ouer a Souldier with his sword I st not a gallant victorie for me to subdue my Fathers enemy with a looke Prince of Cyprus you were best take heede how you encounter an English Lady Cypr. God blesse me from louing any of you if all bee so cruell Agrip. God blesse me from suffring you to loue me if you be not so formable Cyp. Wil you commaund me any seruice as you haue done Orleans Agrip. No other seruice but this that as Orleans you loue me for no other reason but that I may torment you Cypr. I wil conditionally that in all companie I may call you my tormenter Agr. You shall conditionally that you neuer beg for mercy Come my Lord of Galloway Gall. Come sweete Madam Exeunt Manet Cyprus Cypr. The Ruby-colourd portals of her speech Were closde by mercy but vpon her eye Attir'd in frownes sat murdring crueltie Enter Agrip. and listens Shee s angrie that I durst so high aspire O shee disdaines that any straungers brest Should be a Temple for her deitie Shee s full of beautie full of bitternes Till now I did not dally with loues fire And when I thought to try his flames indeede I burnt me euen to cinders O my starres Why from my natiue shore did your beames guide me To make me dote on her that doth deride me She kneeles he walkes musing Agri. Hold him in this mind sweete Cupid I coniure thee O what musick these hey-hoes make I was about to cast my litle litle selfe into a great loue trance for him fearing his hart had been flint but since I see t is pure virgin wax he shal melt his belly full for now I know how to temper him Exit Cypr. Neuer beg mercy yet be my tormenter I le spies her I hope shee heard me not doubtlesse shee did And now will she insult vpon my passions And vex my constant loue with mockeries Nay then I le be mine owne Physician And our face loue and make her thinke that I Mournd thus because I saw her standing by What newes my Lord of Cornewall Enter Cornewall Cornew. This faire Prince One of your Countrie-men is come to Court A lustie gallant braue in Cyprus I le With fiftie bard Horses prawncing at his heeles Backt by as many strong limbd Cypriots All whom he keepes in pay whose offred seruice Our king with Armes of gladnes hath embrac'd Cypr. Borne in the I le of Cyprus what 's his name Cornw. His seruants call him Fortunatus sonne Cypr. Rich Fortunatus sonne Is he ariu'd Enter Longauile Galloway and Chester with Iewels Longa. This he bestowed on me Chest. And this on me Gallow. And this bounteous hand inforc'd mee take Longa. I prize this Iewell at a hundred Markes Yet would he needes bestow this gift on me Cypr. My Lords whose hand hath beene thus prodigal Gallow. Your countrieman my Lord a Cypriot Longa. The gallant sure is all compact of gold To euery Lady hath he giuen rich Iewels And sent to euery seruant in the Court Twentie faire English Angels Cypr. This is rare Enter Lincolne Lincol. My Lords prepare your selues for reueling T is the kings pleasure that this day he spent In royall pastimes that this golden Lord For so all that behold him christen him May tast the pleasures of our English court Here comes the gallant shining like the Sunne Trumpets sound Enter Athelstane Andelocia Agripyne Orleans Ladies and other attendants Insultado a Spanish Lord Musicke sounds within Andel. For these your royall fauours done to me Being a poore straunger my best powres shall proue By Acts of worth the soundnes of my loue Athelst. Herein your loue shall best set out it selfe By staying with vs if our English I le Hold any obiect welcome to your eyes Doe but make choice and claime it as your prize The King and Cyprus conferre aside Ande. I thanke your grace would he durst kéepe his word I know what I would claime Tush man be bold Were shée a Saint shée may be wonne with gold Cypr. T is straunge I must confesse but in this pride His Father Fortunatus if he liue Consumes his life in Cyprus still he spends And still his Coffers with abundance swell But how he gets these riches none can tell The King and Agripyne conferre aside Athelst. Hold him in talke come hither Agripyne Cypr. But what intic'de young Andelociaes soule To wander hither Andel. That which did allure My soueraignes sonne the wonder of the place Agr. This curious heape of wonders which an Empresse Gaue him he gaue me and by Uenus hand The warlike Amorato néedes would sweare Hee left his countrie Cyprus for my loue Athelst. If by the soueraigne Magicke of thine eye Thou canst inchant his lookes to kéepe the circles Of thy faire chéekes be bold to trie thy charmes Féede him with hopes and find the royall veine That leades this Cypriot to his golden mine Here 's Musicke spent in vaine Lords fall to dauncing Cypr. My faire tormentor will you lend a hand Agrip. I le try this strangers cunning in a daunce Andel. My cunning is but small yet whoo 'le not proue To shame himselfe for such a Ladies loue Orle. These Cypriots are the diuels that torture me He courts her and shée smiles but I am borne To be her beauties slaue and her loues scorne And. I shall neuer haue the face to aske the question twice Agrip. What 's the reason Cowardlynes or pride Andel. Neither but t is the fashion of vs Cypriots both men and women to yéeld at first assault and we expect others should doe the like Agrip. It s a signe that either your women are very black are glad to be sped or your men very fond wil take no denial Andel. Indéede our Ladies are not so faire as you Agrip. But your men more ventrous at a breach then you or els they are all dastardly souldiers Andel. Hee that fightes vnder these swéete colours yet turnes coward let him bee shot to death with the terrible arrowes of faire Ladies eyes Athelst. Nay Insultado you must not denie vs Insultad. My Corocon es muy pesada my Anima muy atormentada No per los Cielos La piede de Espagnoll no haze