agree With tears on earth T is an Antipathie But 't is unnatural we should be glad And 't is Impiety we should be sad We must not grieve therefore nor yet rejoyce But fix us in the mean and shew us wise Be glad that we believe her soul is crown'd With endless Glory in Heavens ample Round Onely lament that we have lost our guide And wanting her are apt to wander wide We need not bid thee sleep secure that know That God himself rock'd thee asleep below Sweet Sainted Maid thou meritest the Pen Of Cherubims to shew thee unto men And dost deserve a bench of Poets grave To study and to write thine Epitaph Which in Mosaick work with diamonds bright Should be drawn out and read by it's own light A Titian or a Bonarota should Cast thee a Statue of pure Ophir Gold Had'st thou thy due the eager earth would sure Anatomize one India for Ore And precious stones a Pyramid to reare Lasting and great as the Egyptian were To thy eternal memorie and from Th e eastern-lands bring all the plenteous sum Of spices and perfumes and on the height Of that rich monument burn them day and night But 't is a thing impossibly too hard For men on earth to give thee thy reward Thy God whose power and love is infinite Thee hath and doth and ever will requite Among the Chorus of Heavens Virgins pure To sing Divinest Anthems evermore The homely verses I have writ she oft Hath smil'd upon approv'd them smooth and soft And if my pen hath power to give a fame Dear Isabella here shall live thy Name Had I the deathless Homer's brain and could Sing lofty numbers like to Maro Old A wit to match Sulmonean Ovid I Had writ a Poem not an Elegie T is known and I confess this is beneath Her Life and her expressions at her death Her resurrection plain will shew how well She led her life and bad the World Farewel 3. On the death of Henry Lord Hastings Son to the right Honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. KNow all to whom these few sad lines shall come This melancholy Epicedium The young Lord Hastings death occasion'd it Amidst a â—â—orm of Lamentations writ Tempests of sighes and grones and flowing eyes Whose yielding balls dissolve to Deluges And mournful Numbers that with dreadful sound Waite his bemoned body to the ground Are all and the last duties we can pay The Noble Spirit that is fled away T is gone alas t is gone though it did leave A body rich in all Nature could give Superiour in beauty to the youth That won the Spartan Queen to forfeit truth Break wedlocks strictest bonds and be his wife Environed with tumults all her Life His years were in the balmie Spring of Age Adorn'd with blossomes ripe for marriage And but mature His sweet conditions known To be so good they could be none but 's own Our English Nation was enamour'd more On his full worth then Rome was heretofore Of great Vâ—â—paâ—â—an's Jew-subduing Heire The love and the Delight of mankind here After a large survey of Histories Our Criticks curious in honour wise In paralleling generous Souls will finde This youthful Lord did bear as brave a minde His few but well spent years had master'd all The liberal Arts And his sweet tongue could fall Into the ancient Dialects dispence Sacred Judeas amplest eloquence The Laâ—ine Idiome elegantly true And Greek as rich as Athens ever knew Italy France and Spain did all confess Him perfect in their modern Languages At his Nativity what angry Star Malignant influences slung so far What Caput Algolls and what dire Aspects Occasioned so tragical effects As soon as death this fatal blow had given I fancy mighty Clarence sigh'd in Heaven And till this glorious Soul arrived there Recover'd not from his Amaze and fear Had this befal'n in ancient credulous times He had been deifi'd by Poets rimes That Age enamour'd of his Graces soon Majestick Fanes in adoration Would have rays'd to his memory and there On golden Altars year succeeding year Burnt holy incense and Sabaean Gums That Curles of vapour from those Hecatombs Sould reach his Soul in Heaven but we must pay No such Oblations in our purer way A nobler Service we him owe then that His fair example ever t'emulate With the Advantage of our double years Le ts imitate him and through all Affairs And all Encounters of our Lives intend To live like him and make as good an end To aim at brave things is an evident signe In Spirits that to honour they incline And though they do come short in the Contest T is full of glory to have done one's best You mournful Parents whom the Fates compel To bear the Loss of this great miracle This wonder of our Times amidst a sigh Surrounded with your thick'st Calamity Reflect on joy think what an happiness Though humane Nature oft conceits it less It was to have a Son of so much worth He was too good to grace the wretched earth As silver Trent through our North Countries glides Adorn'd with Swans crown'd with flowry sides And rushing into mightier Humbers Waves Augments the Regal Aestuarium's Braves So he after a life of eighteen years Well mannaged Example to our Peeres In 's early youth encountring sullen Fate Orecome became a Trophey to his State Didst thou sleep Hymen or art lately grown T' affect the Subterranean Region Enamour'd on bleard Libentina's eyes Hoarse-howling Dirges and the baleful Cries Of Inauspicious voices and above Thy Star-like torch with horrid tombs in love Thou art or surely hadst oppos'd this high Affront of death against thy Deity Nor wrong'd an excellent Virgin who had given Her heart to him who hath his Soul to Heaven Whose Beauties thou hast clouded and whose eyes Drowned in tears at these sad Exequies The fam'd Heroes of the golden Age Those Demigods whose vertues did asswage And calm the furies of the wildest mindes That were grown salvage even against their kinds Might from their Constellations have look'd down And by this young Lord seen themselves out-gon Farewel Admired Spirit that art free From this strict Prison of Mortalitie Ashby proud of the honour to enshrine The beauteous Body whence the Soul Divine Did lately part be careful of thy trust That no profane hand wrong that hallow'd Dust The Costly Marble needes no friend t'engrave Upon it any doleful Epitaph No good Man's tongue that Office will decline Whil'st years succeeding reach the end of time 4. On the death of my dear Cousin Germane Mrs. Olive Cotton who deceased at Berisford the 38th year of her Age and lyes buried at Bently by Ashbourne c. AMongst the many that shall celebrate With sighes and tears this excellent womans Fate And with the many that shall fix a verse Sacred unto her Fame upon her Herse World pardon me my boldness that intrude These few poor lines upon thy Multitude They need not read them I have
both towns and th'ods And thou wilt yield men that made this the Gods 97. Of the Gratuity given the Poet. The noble Senate for the fair renown From his immortal pen fix'd on their town Crown'd with six thousand crowns the Poets wit ' Would I had half so for translating it 98. Of Women The tree a Grace to Eden did appear Yet was prohibited our Parents there So Women as earths glories we esteem And yet how mch are we forbidden them It pleases Heaven to keep us all in awe To try our duties by a rigid Law 99. Of the same In Paradise a Woman caused all The ruine of mankind by Adams fall What wonder then if they o'recome us here When w' are more weak and they perhaps as fair 100. An Epitaph on Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. Philip Massinger who lie buried both in one Grave in St. Mary Overie's Church in Southwark In the same Grave Fletcher was buried here Lies the Stage-Poet Philip Massinger Playes they did write together were great friends And now one Grave includes them at their ends So whom on earth nothing did part beneath Here in their Fames they lie in spight of death 101. Of Augustus Caesar and Marcus Antonius Augustus was to Ovid too unkind Who him not onely banish't but confin'd Him had the noble Anthony o'recome He might have led his life and di'd in Rome But of these two great Romans this is known Caesar caus'd others deaths Marcus his own 102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine Viscountess Cullen Madam I hear you do intend to grace Your Rushen with your presence all this year You cannot honour a more noble Place If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes When in their homes their right Orbs they appear So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders When Comets do presage ruines and murders 103. To the same Madam I do recant what I have writ As savouring too much of a countrey-wit And I fear Clownishness for where should your Fair Sexe live but in London evermore Bright Ladies in the Countrey we esteem As the Sun shaded by the cloudes doth seem So Pearls lie hid in Shells and Diamonds so Upon their solitary Rocks do grow As Stars grace Heaven your beauties do the town Which is the proper Sphere for them to own Hast therefore up you here will prove a Star Of Glory who move there irregular 104. An Epitaph of Colonel Ferdinand Stanhope Son to the Earl of Chesterfield who was slain about Shelford and lies there buried Here underneath this monumental Stone Lie Honour Youth and Beauty all in One For Ferdinando Stanhope here doth rest Of all those Three the most unequal'd Test He was too handsome and too stout to be Met face to face by any Enemy Therefore his foe full for his death inclin'd Stole basely near and shot him through behind 105. To my Wives Neece Mrs. Elizabeth Pegge I thank my Wife for my so neer relation Unto a mine of vertue of our nation To name your handsomness I do decline As to tell Ethiops the Sun doth shine You are as witty as the Lesbian Lass Who the tenth Muse so oft accounted was And chaster then the glorious Roman Dame That kil'd her self for vicious Tarquin's shame Thus I could prosecute your Worths but know Y 'had rather Heaven then men should judg you so 106. To her Brother Mr. Tho. Pegge The various manners you of men have seen And have in divers forreign Cities been And after three years travel are come home From Brussells Paris and more glorious Rome To fix you here for all your future Life I wish y'a vertuous rich young handsome wife 107. To my Wife My Mall how we desire both to go down And still how business stayes us in the town Since Plays are silenc'd by the Presbyter And Wine is grown so very naught and dear London seems frowning like a Step-dame now That look'd before with so serene a Brow Away therefore and let us hasten home To our Loves pledges our dear Mall and Tom. 108. Of Hubert Wypart Hubert Wypart a Leigios some years since My Servant was i' th Countrey and from thence Ask'd leave to go to London to be by At a Friends death of his condemn'd to dy For he he added loves me so I know That he three hundred miles and more would go To see me hang'd we could not choose but laugh Hubert had leave to go but 's Friend got off 109. To Tom Mullins Tom sell good Ale and since we do thee grace To call thy Room Apollo and the place With mirth and jests raise Oracles in be sure Thy drink have strength to make them both endure For it would an Impiety be of thine With base Ale to pollute bright Phoebus Shrine In lien of Eastern perfumes we will pay Sacrifice of Verinas every day Though we by mighty Liquor fall sometime 'T is accidental and a generous crime A fate that upon strictest Friends awaites When those that drown themselves in brooks Heaven hates 110. To his Wife What Vulcan's wife sell Ale Thanks Venus for 't The Goddess though did use another Sport Bess since thou likewise art a Black-smiths wife Imitate somewhat the Cyprian Queen in life But thou art old and honest therefore get A young Wench to fill drink that may be fit But thou too much of vertue hast therefore Sell Noble Sack and we will ask no more 111. An Epitaph on Mr. Isaac Coe who died about the 40th year of his Age. Here Master Isaack Coe of Lincolns-Inn A Glory to that house and to his kin Doth buried lie which Loss we needs must mourn And pay our tears as Tribute to his Urne But how can we call this his Sepulchre Whom all his Friends do in their hearts inter 112. To Zoilus Zoilus thou say'st my Epigrams are worse Then any that thy Censurer did curse Zoilus I am of thy Opinion too And therefore pray thee make no more adoo 113. Of Lupa One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Have lain with Lupa and all lusty Men Such as their Boasts of strength in each place tell Yet none of them could make her Belly swell But Lupa vaunts of this that she doth hate Her Belly should confirm what Men do prate A slanderous tongue oft Innocence traduces But when the Belly tells farewell Excuses 114. Of Cloe. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen Men Sixteen seventeen eighteen and nineteen more Cloe hath tempted to make her an whore Count how many she hath wish'd she had lain under And you will find it come t' a pretty number Yet none of them have ever known her bed For Cloe still retains her Maidenhead Sure she 's unhansome then No she 's a Lass As beautiful as ever Hellen was She is observed by so wary spies That hitherto she could not play her Prize But twenty t'one e'relong she 'l find
Satyre I have writ A remedy for those 'i th amorous fit Love Elegies and Funeral Elegies Letters of things of divers qualities Encomiastick Lines to works of some A Masque and an Epithalamium Two Books of Epigrams All which I mean Shall in this volume come upon the Scene Some divine Poems which when first I came To Cambridge I writ there I need not name Of Dianea neither my Translation Omitted here as of another fashion For heavens sake name no more you say I cloy you I do obey you Therefore friend God b'wy you 125. Of this Book This little Work I 've done which time may wast Or Ioves displeasure into darkness cast But I will hope the best and that it may Last after I am ashes many a day FINIS EPIGRAMS The third Book 1. To the Gentry of Darbyshire GEntlemen and my Countrey men pray look With courteous eyes upon this trivial Book For I present it to you that it may Show my respects to you another day Why to the Lords I write not you enquire I should not be so bold though I desire But to avoid prolixity of words Gentlemen they are though you are not Lords 2. To the Readers Two Books of Epigrams I 've writ before Yet Gentle Readers I present you more Behold the third here offer'd you but what It will prove good or bad I know not yet May it likewise obtain your candor els Henceforth for me write Epigrams your selves 3. To the Right Honourable Philip Earl of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford c. Philip the second Earl of Chesterfield I a request have and I hope you 'l yield Yet I in modesty long time have stuck From making it And 't is but for a Buck Bestow one on me and on this good reason I will not ask again till the next season 4. An Epitaph on Elizabeth the Lady Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 50. year of of her age and lies buried at Tamworth Here underneath this Monumental Stone Elizabeth the Lady Reppington Doth lye inter'd And therefore whosoere Thou art that passest by awhile forbear Thy hast and read and weep for he 's unjust Unto the merits of her precious dust That doth not drop his Tears in showers for she Is worthy of eternal Memory Worthy of storms of sighes Thunder of Grones To mourn her loss with due afflictions The sea-bright family that gave her birth Hath gain'd thereby a glory on the earth Happy her husband in so good a wife Happy her children to receive a life From such a Magazine of worthes as she A fair example for Posterity To name her virtues is to name them all She was their Centre she their pure White-hall Their Court their Palace where heaven did rejoyce To see such Cherubims without a vice She was their Paradise and her bright soul The Diety that did command the whole But O! there is another heaven else sure Her soul had never left a place so pure Earth is not the reward for virtue Look Upwards that 's towards her she is a Book A Directory for thy life which read And practiced thou wilt be so prais'd when dead An Epitaph on my honoured Cousin Mr. John Reppington who deceased at Ammington about the 25 year of his age and lies buried at Tamworth Here lies Iohn Reppington that came to be By Edwards death Heir of his Family As t' him his elder brother did give room So he t' his younger witness by this tomb He a few weeks after his mother di'd And of the same new term'd disease beside So he a most obsequious son was found That waited on his mother under ground He was good natur'd bore an honest mind Belov'd by all men and to all men kind And had no foe but death who too severe Hath cast an Heir so young and hopeful here 6. To Mr. Charles Hutchinson my Cousin German Cousin I long to see you married well And long at Rawslison to see you dwell Then I should oft wait on you make some stay It being from Pooly t' Ashburn in the way So I should make your house mine Inne what tho W' are friends and neer a kin Pray be mine so 7. To Mr. Francis Fitzherbert of Lincolnes Inne my kinsman To love and not to love it is all one If you do let the Fair belov'd alone And to love once unless you do love ever Is a slight toy and was an earnest never Therefore to shew you true affection have Your Mistrisse wed and love her to the grave 8. To Mr. Will. Stanhope the younger my Cousin German Why do you live so long a Batchelor Is it cause you the femall sex abhor Or do you fear women are troublesome And therefore loth into their yoke to come If such opinions do your minde enthrall Marry a wife and she 'l confute them all 9. Of Quintilla Quintilla talkes too much and why is it Because Quintilla hath but little wit And at each thing she speakes she doth laugh after A Fool is known by an excess of laughter 10. To my mother Mrs Anne Cokain Let none our Ashbourn discommend henceforth Your Gardens shew it is a place of worth What delicate Sparagus you have growing there And in how great abundance every year What gallant Apricocks and Peaches brave And what delicious Nectorins you have What Mellons that grow ripe without those Glasses That are laid over them in other Places What Grapes you there have growing and what wine Pleasant to tast you made last vintage time Plant Vines when of Grapes you have got store Make wine enough and I will ask no more Then Mr. Bancroft in high lines shall tell The world your cellar 's Aganippe's Well The rest are to be made Song 1. 1. I Saw a proud fair Lass to day Whose beauties equal those of May She is as sweet as flowers new blown Much pity she should lie alone What would you give to bless your sight With such an object of delight 2. I wondred at her delicate hair Mulcibers Net so soft and rare T' entangle even the Gods above And fill their hearts with gentle love What would you give c. 3. I gaz'd upon her beauteous eyes Loves exquisitest Palaces VVherein as many Cupids be As there are men that dare them see VVhat would you give c. 4. Het stately forehead was so fair That Iris Arch is no compare Match'd onely in lame Vulcans bride Unequal'd in the world beside What c. 5. Her sweetest Mouth doth far excell The Delphian certain Oracle T is Loves best musick all ears charmer All hearts enthraller and blouds warmer What c. 6. Her pretty hands I did espy Fitter for kisses then an eye They were so small I cannot look For such again but in a book What c. 7. Her bosome Beauties sweet champain The Poets Elizium I do fain Not white with snow but a selecter Colour all overstrow'd with Nectar What c. 8. The two brave Thrones
to The supreme powers that they should punish me Not onely with the madness of my subjects But the distraction of my wife and sister Enter Horatio and Prudentia What do I see they do embrace and kiss My sisters madness will undo her how He came at liberty I marvel much Whom I would have to lie in prison walke in freedome and whom I would have in freedome run of themselves to prison Prud. Most noble Brother Lav. Sister I grieve to see thee thus Hora. Excellent Prince Lav. Sure the good Angels that had wont to guard The Medices in all their actions Have for the horrid sins of Florence left us And fled to Heaven Hora. His mind again is altered Pru. Dear brother do not frown and look so angry Lav. Peace sister I 'me asham'd to hear you speak Each word you say is poyson in my eares Puchanello Jailor Puc I come Within Pru. What mean you Sir Hor. I must again to prison fickle fortune How soon a happy man thou makest wretched Enter Puchanello Lav. Sirra why did you set this man Brunetto Or this Horatio I know not what to call him At liberty Puc Will he nere be wise your Highness bade me Lav. I Bethink you and answer truly Puc Your Highness knowes I durst not for my life Ha don 't without your licence Pru. Sweet Brother Lav. Silence would become you better far Hor. Life of my heart do not disturb your self I am unworthy you should speak for me Lav. Sirra take him again and look to him better then you have your madness shall not excuse you if once more you serve me thus Hor. I must be patient good Heavens soone alter this sullen fit into his former kindness Farewel my sweet Prudentia Exeunt with Hora Pru. I wonder Brother what pleasure you take In crossing me after this sort Lav. It is in vain to answer frantick people Pru. I I am mad 't is your perversness makes me Exeunt Scena tertia Enter Trappolin solus Trap. YEt I cannot meet with the Duke I long to see him look like me I would fain powder his Highness Eo Meo and Areo I thank you faith my hat my glass and cloke honest Father Conjurer I will love thee while I live Enter Barbarino and Machavil Hel's broke loose again I do what the Duke undoes and he undoes what I do Mac. Long live your Highness Trap. Amen Bar. And happily Tra. Amen I say but how my small friends came you hither I thought you had been under lock key Mac. I fear he 's ill as ere he was Trap. Sirra Puchanello so ho so ho come hither you rogue Bar. We must in again Mac. Good Gods will this frenzie never leave him Enter Puchanello Trap. Goodman durty-face why did you not keep me these in prison till I bid you let them out Puc So please your Highness so I did Trap. Dare you lie so boldly you take me for a Doctor Gracian of Franckolin I warrant you or a fool in a play you 'r so sawcy with me Mac. Good Gods Bar. Was ever heard the like Puc Beseech your Highness to remember your self Trap. Now I bethink my self perhaps I might do it when I was drunk if I did bid you give them their liberty it was when I was fox't and now I am sober lay them up agin walk my good Lord Banishers your Honours know the way Puc Will this humour never leave him Bar. We must endure it Mac. There is no remedy Trap. My Lord Prisoners get you gone I am an hungry and cannot stand to hear any supplication Puc You must obey my Lords Exeunt Trap. Yet all goes well all goes exceeding well My wil 's obey'd I am suppos'd the Duke My hat my glass and cloak retain their force And Father Conjurer does not forsake me Exit Scena quarta Enter Mattemoros the Spanish Captain solus Mat. THough horrid War thou bear'st a bloody sword And marchest o're the world in dreadful arms Though fearful mankind on their humble knees Beseech the Gods to keep thee from their homes Yet art thou when trick'd up in dismall robes Presaging death and ruine to a State More lovely to a valiant souldiers eyes Then are the pleasures of a wanton Court And sure if our great Duke Lavinio Had been i' th field expecting of a foe He nere had been distracted as he is 'T is peace that doth bewitch us from our selves Fills most Heroick hearts with amorous toyes And makes â—s to forget what honor is But for Hipolita's sake I must not speak Any thing ill of Love Love I must say Is good but war leads the more noble way Enter Lavinio Lav. How do you Captain Mat. I am your Highness creature Lav. Saw you not lately Barbar or Maccha Mat. Yes Lav. Where are they Mat. Your Highness knows in prison Lav. O heavens in prison again Good gods when will you remove this frenzy from the Florentines Mat. I see there is little hope on him Lav. Why are they in prison Mat. Because your Highness did command Lav. Never Captain I never did command it go and bid Pucchanello let them out Mat. Sir he dares not at my bidding Lav. Here take my Ring and do 't Mat. One humor in the morning and another in the afternoon will it never be better Exit Lav. Wo'd I did know what hainous sin it is I have commited that is so offensive Unto the Gods to cause this punishment That I might sue unto them for forgiveness And they be reconcil'd and pitty Florence I 'm fâ—ll and full of wonder perhaps some fiend Permitted by the heavens assume's my shape And what I do undoth was ever known Such a distraction in the world before Enter Trappolin Trap. At last I have found him Lav. This the Impostor is that hath deceiv'd The eyes of all it can be nothing else Trap. I vow and swear I am something afraid but will be bold Eo Meo and Areo sit close come out powder come out father Conjurer I rely on your powder Take that for my sake Flings it on him Lav. What rudeness is this Trap. I have don 't i'faith Trap. I have repealed thee for Flametta's sake Lav. How is this If thou art a fiend the gracious heavens be kind And give a period to thy wild proceedings But if thou art a Conjurer I 'le have thee Burnt for thy Magick as thou dost deserve Trap. Trappolin talk wisely Lav. Why dost thou call me so Trap. Aha! A man forget himself so art thou not he Lav. I am the Duke Trap. Beware of treason do you know your own face if you see 't look here what say you now Lav. I am bewich't thou art a Conjurer And hast transformed me to a banish't Rogue Trap. For Flametta's sake I pardon thee this language but learn to speak better lest you walk again Exit Lav. Heaven earth and hell have all agreed together To load me with a plague unknown before Unto the world
heat grows less and less Antonius one of the Triumvirate Competitor with Caesar for the State With flowing Bowles and with luxurious feasts Was entertain'd and entertain'd his guests Which was the cause his lust so high did flame That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame And over all those Countreys to be head Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread If by some slight a Garter you have got From her that will not love you keep it not Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair Or any such like toy them never wear For surely these are Cytheraea's Baites Which infinitely chast Diana hates Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin Kind unto you and you have gloried in Her bounteous favours thought your self above All mankind grac'd with th' honour of her love If under her fair hand you Letters have That she returns her heart for that you gave Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw Even women-Haters under Cupids Law If she retreats and alters in her minde To you grows cruel that to her are kinde Assume a noble Courage and condemn To angry Vulcan every one of them Or if you have her Picture send it home Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe To your offended Love that she may know You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so Being in love with one and cannot get her Affect another and you will forget her So Ariadne did when she did find Renowned Theseus was to her unkind In Naxos Isle where he did her forsake Neptune she did into her favour take Affection divided you will find To be a lesser burthen to your mind As a great river with a mighty rore Runs through the vales and wounds the yeilding shore If into several Channels it doth fall It less impetuous and majeâ—â—icall Will prove and in an humbler manner glide Rob'd of it's former glory strength and pride So Love beâ—â—ow'd on several beauties will Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince With 's beauty and his courtly eloquence Did win and steal away had Atrcus Son But done as many others would have done And it had prov'd the best become a Lover For sure she had some equals of an other He in a slourishing and happy peace Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece And many an Argive King at home had found A Sepulchre and not in Phrygian ground Therefore new Beauties seek to try if you Can part with any love unto a new And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals Conjecture that which is not think that you Are free from love and that your thought is true When one because he would not drink doth make As he were fall'n asleep sleep him may take If in the Wars you have a trusty friend Your Cogitations to him always bend Thinking upon the hazard he is in And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught Returning home ay on it fix your thought Contemplating the fury of the Sea And how that many have been cast away Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget Sith your imaginations are not set On her but on the Goods that Neptune hath Within the power of his love or wrath If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command Or upon other Instruments can play Equal to Orpheus that did make his way Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill Hear her not play It will increase thine Ill. Or if she sings like Venus when she fain Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain To lay his fatal quiver and bow away And in the Groves of Amathusia Sleep by her side while on the Cypress Trees A thousand birds warble their melodies Hear her not sing Her voice will so allure That her contempt you longer will endure Or dances she like to the Graces when They are retit'd from the abodes of men And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become If she intends to dance avoid the room Imagine not a Rival For so doing You never will be able to leave wooing For to obtain the Girl from him you will Persist a vain Inamorato still The one-ey'd Cyclop when he Acis found Sitting with Galatea on the ground His Rival with a rent up rock did kill Yet nâ—'re the nearer to obtain his will When she anothers did begin to be The more Orestes lov'd Hermione Refrain from Playes Let not the Theatre At all include thee for by seeing there One act an amorous passion may make you Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue Because when you have seen that he hath got His Mistress may conceive why may you not Ah! his was but th' Invention of a brain Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain If you conveniently can surprise Your mistress dressings so your wary eyes Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde To ease if not release your Captive minde Which when you think upon at leisure more They to your liberty may you restore Most of our Ladys when they do expose Themselves to view may thank their costly clothes Rich jewels feigned statures borrow'd hair And beauteous colours that unnatural are They would not else seem objects of delight But homely women such as we should slight And your disdainful one perhaps being such You see the least of her you love so much But rashly do not practise this Be sure She useth art or fly her chamber dore For a pure native beauty that doth scorn All helps of Art arises like the Morn In a cleer sky and dressing may discover Sights too attractive for a slighted lover Do these and though affections fire should blaze Like Aetna in your breast you thence would chase Easily all those flames and after be From all the Paphian vexations free Unfortunate Lovers many times I guess All that reciprocally love do bless Think every star when they were born did shine Benignely on them and the Heavens combine To grace them with continuance of joyes As if they were above all miseries When it falls often out a fervent love A more extreme affliction doth prove Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer Above all men and he all women her Yet she did see his body float to shore Drowned at Sea but a few days before Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come And hear the soft Epithalamium And many dayes do live in joy and peace In depths of wretchedness they may decease And many that for love do marry be After unfortunate and not agree Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed Bringing for love his sister to his bed Quickly neglected her His wandring eâ—es Not long being pleas'd without varieties As witness Danae in the Brazen tower And Semele his daring'st Paramour Laeda by him esteem'd most beautifull And fair Europa riding on a Bull Calisto chast Diana One of thine Deceiv'd and vitiated neer Nonacrine Married Alcmena in a threefold night
faith For I Know I adore you so I daily die When you was here my passion was so great That I did bow and sink down under it But now y' are gone my Love is so extreme I am distracted when your happy name I think upon your beauty Goodness all What you include I into madness fall Rave at these days that do divide us two At these slow hours that keep me from you Thus I affect would you did love me so That when we meet there might not pass a No. Tell me how doth that richest jewel your Unkindest heart against all love endure Although Diana's Charms environ round And circle it to keep it from a wound Yet Cupids Dart hath greater force then those And when he please can peirce it with his throws And I will make such prayers to him that he Shall be reveng'd unto the height for me It 's ears be not deaf as his eyes be blind I 'le make him hear me and he 'l make you kind You cannot fairest Maid your Fate remove Yield therefore not by force but will to love 19. I will not now implore a Muse not One Of the inhabiters of Helicon Neither Apollo he that doth above Sing Sacred Anthems to eternal Jove If you sweet Mistress will vouchsafe to be Gracious and read each line will come off free Since I beheld your Beauty I 've forgot My former pleasures and now know them not I've no Delight but you and you are so Unkind to me you are my torment too Unmerciful Destinies that do unite A cruel torment with a sweet delight But be you far more harder-hearted then Was ever Lady yet to any man Though Daphne-like you shun and run away Like Phoebus I behind you will not stay You are regardless and will lend no ear Unto my vows nor my entreaties hear Deign therefore you immortal Deities That reign enthroned in the lofty Skies Hear and redress my wrongs pity my mone Or make her 's flesh or mine an heart of stone Or guide her tongue that thence kind words may Or strik me deaf or strik my Mistress dumb come Yet is her tongue all Musick and so rare It makes me even to love my own despair For Neptunes sake whose Trident awes the Sea Pale Luna shine with an auspicious ray If thou dost love the bright delicious bride Of Mulciber Mars be thou on my side By thy wing'd feet and by thy Charmed wand A gracious influence Mercury I command For Alcumena's Night and for her Child The Monster-Queller Jupiter be mild If ever thou didst love Adonis deare Now Venus favour me in thy Careere If thou dost hope Jove will allow thee peace In heaven that did affor'd thee small in Greece On Lovers Saturne gently smile and joyn With th' other Six to perfect my design By all Ver's various flowers and Autumns fruit Sol I implore thee to complete my suit If me the Planets do befriend in this Her Cruelty cannot withstand my bliss Against the Stars there is no striving she Must yield unto her Fate which is to me And Lady if their beams be gracious know I mean to have you whether you will or no. 20. My love Dear Soul is grown unto that height That when I cannot see you I must write By my affection now I am from you You may perceive my former words were true Doubt me not Lady rather doubt the Sun Dash'd out with Ocean waves will cease to run Believe the Moon pale Cynthia of the night Will leave her Sphere and on the earth a light And th' other Planets frighted a this change Will stand still in a maze and leave to range Believe old Neptune missing of his Deare Will be dul'd into calmness out of fear Suppose the earth wanting the Light Divine That nourish't it will never more be green Believe the earth agreeing yet with Heaven Into another Chaos will be driven Imagine what you will true or untrue But never think I can be false to you Know that if you affection will return That now Im'warm and will hereafter burn That now I curb my passions but will then Give way unto them love and love agen We 'l not be parted be not you ingrate By Lands or Seas by friends or foes or fate 21. Dear Saint I do love you so well You cannot think nor I can tell As when from earth some look on high And see the Lights that grace the skie They think them small because they seem Not unto them to be extreme So you perchance when you do read My Love dress'd in so poor a weed As my weak Muse can frame will straight Or think it counterfeit or light But could my hand express my minde You would no longer be unkinde For t is so full of love to you You cannot think nor I can shew 22. May you fair Sweet live long and happily But do not you live so that I must dye Be kind for if you chance to frown I fall Your No is equal to the Fates sad Call A curious Limner dares profess a Strife With Nature thinks with art to match the life O that my pen could draw my heart and you Be won by certainties to know me true How many thousand prayers would you read over How many vows professed by your Lover What a poor martyr you would see An heart Dying in flames because you care not for't â—hall I believe you always will remain â—o careless of me and so slight my pain â—'le not despair when you least think to be Kind unto me the Gods may pity me Make you with me in an affection joyn And mollifie your heart as much as mine To sacred Hymen their high wills reveal And make him sign our Loves with his broad seal Nor will I wish if you do slight me ever That you may love and may be pitied never Far be it from me onely that you may Sigh once weep one tear and wear black one day But I will hope you may be kind and though Y' are strange so long not always use me so Pity your Servant if I do not prove Worthy of your love then withdraw your love 23. To her resolved to go beyond Sea Unkind fair Mistress are not frowns and Noes Enough to fill your Servant full of woes Can you not be cruel enough unless You leave this Kingdom and do pass the Seas Like unto Caesar would you have me fall With many wounds and triumph over all Though when y' are gon my fate is sad I will Wish you all good though you wish me all ill May Neptune proud of such a burthen smooth His old and angry Face and fall in love May not an adverse winde as much as breath That you may smile upon the Seas beneath Were I not wondrous true instead of prayers I should use imprecations curse the stars Wish Neptune with his powerful Trident throw The waters from the Centre and below In that Abyss sink down your Ship and then The raging
Loss our trembling Heart such wise lament As they like Semi and Demi-Quavers went So he is gone as Heaven hath thought iâ— best And after all his pains hath made a Rest Musicks best Instrument his body made Wherein his soul upon the Organs plai'd But Death was likewise Sacrilegious grown Who rudely hath those Organs overthrown For other Exequies what need we call Play o're his Hearse his own fam'd Funeral The doleful Aire that he compos'd to mourn For beauteous Reppingtons untimely Urne What need more words when no words can declare The Merits of a Man so wondrous rare He was too excellent for earth And 's gone To be in Heaven a prime Musician Letters to divers Persons 1. To the Right Honourable John Lord Mohun Baron of Okehampton my Vncle in Law MY Lord unto you now I have not writ For Ostentation or to boast my wit I know it weak this onely is to shew How willingly I 'de pay the debt I owe Which though I cannot I should be most rude To let my Silence prove Ingratitude I must write therefore though when I have done I rest in silent Admiration Be you but pleas'd to reade although t is true I cannot draw a line deserveth you So gracious Kings will give their Subjects leave To gratulate the Blessings they receive Let our most able Poets such as can Feign vertues for a well deserving Man Express with th'eloquence of all the Arts Half one of your Innumerable Parts I can but onely wonder and profess I know so little that I cannot guess It were an easier matter to declare The heights and depthes that in each Science are All Labyrinthes that Dialect affords And Critick-like which are the hardest words Of you a Character would be a task Maeonides and Maro would not ask If for preeminence they were to write It is so weighty and their skill so slight The fluent Singer of the Changes would In imploration for Aide grow old And yet they were the Miracles of Wit Through all Times famous and renowned yet Honour'd by Grandees of the world and by The Supreme beauty of sweet Italy Witness the conquering Macedonian Prince Who wept for envy Homer's eloquence And mighty Poesie rais'd to the Stars Achilles Fame and thunder'd not his wars And great Augustus who could easily slight All other things t' admire rich Virgil's height Witness bright Julia too who far above The Roman Princes all did Ovid love Happy was Orpheus that in former times To admiration did rehearse his rhimes So was Amphion too that long ago His matchless skill in poetry did show Had they been your Contemporaries they Whom all men did and Salvages obey And rocks and trees with all their study ne're Could pen one line worth your attentive ear Had great Aeacides your worthes he so Had not effected Hectors Overthrow He had been slain fairly or liv'd for great And worthy mindes unworthy Actions hate Ajax was onely honour'd in the field Would you had pleaded for him for the sheild The Ithacan disgrac'd away had gone And the blunt Souldier put the trophie on Comparisons are odious I disgrace You to look on you by anothers face You Heaven-bred souls whom Phoebus doth inspire From high Olympus with Poetick fire Bewail no more these ignorant wretched days This singular Lord will not withhold the Bays You Sisters that frequent the Thespian Spring And on Parnassus Io Paeans sing He hath been and is now a Patron to you And in his own immortal Lays doth woe you Proceed my Lord and let it be your Glory No Chronicler dares put you in his Story For if your vertues verse cannot express I must believe that heavy Prose much less Again proceed and let this move you to it Of your own worthes you must be your own Poet Or let your vertues rule Amazements throne To be expres'd by no Muse but your own And lest from your own goodness you decline Pardon each fault that is in every line 2. To my friend and Kinsman Mr. George Giffard who cal'd his Mistress the Green Bird of France THe Necromancy of your love doth change Your Mistress to a Bird so to ' estrange Her name from vulgar ears and to conceal Those harmless passages of love you steal And by this means be your heart what it will Your tongue's Platonick that can keep this still But sure your judgement and most curious eyes Fancie no bird but that of Paradise The Phoenix or a third of mighty worth A wonder and a Glory to the earth Jove's Eagle's too aspiring to invite Your mind to love or love to apetite The Doves of Venus you too gentle know And yours must give you cause to court and wo. Minerva's Owl is onely for the Night And your fair Mistress doth become the light Saturnia's Peacock hath a gaudy train But feet too course such Colours to sustain Your Bird so curious is she would disperse The Clouds of prose and make it run in verse She 's not deriv'd from Magellanick Streights Where the most numerous Parat-Covey delights But from a richer Soyle and may perchance The Dolphin wake to court the Bird of France But Caesars self might conquer Gaul anew And with his victories not trouble you Your fair green Bird of France doth know her power Superiour to the roughest Conquerour Whil'st she resists no fort so strong as she Whose victour must her own consenting be Nor martial engine sword or piece can move Her from your love while she will be your love But if her Resolution alter then Her how to you will you retrieve agen Like the mad lover make your heart the sure And that will bring her or she 'l come no more Had Hymen lighted his auspicious Pine And you joyn'd happy hands before his shrine Then would not you and your admired love The Changes imitate of amorous Jove Who like a Swan fair Laeda did compress And on her got the Twins Tyndarides But why since Birds are of all colours seen Do you call her you most affect the Green The Firmament we see attir'd in blew But that too heavenly a Colour is for you The earth is green and you do think most fit That she be so while she doth live on it The Sea is green and Sea-born Venus was Made beauties Goddess being most beauteous Lass And your fair One whom you think Parallel To her you call the Green-Bird wondrous well All health I wish her from each sickness free But one whose cure I do commit to thee If the Green Sickness she doth chance to get Your Love and Care of her may remed it 3. To the right honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. MY Lord I have not silent been so long For want of zeal but fear'd to do you wrong Could I but draw a line deserv'd your eyes Your name should from the earth touch at the skies But as the meanest Pesants came before The greatest Caesars Rome did ere adore And as the gracious Gods no
more despise The poorest then the richest Sacrifice So I my Lord present my self to you And this slight humble verse unto your view Let our best Heralds such as are most good Sail up the mighty Current of your blood And from the ancient and most glorious Stem Of those that wore the English Diadem Blazon your pedegree whil'st I admire Your fair Conditions sparks of honours fire To be born onely great and not to be Vertuous too is as we often see The morning Sun rise clearly in the East Presently after be with Clouds opprest And after one fair chearful blaze of light The day prove stormy till it mix with night But this concerns not you you are as far From all unworthiness as is that star That by the vertue of the Southerne stayes This Mass of earth and water in its place From earth And as those opposite Stars do poise This Globe of earth and Water midst the skies Equally distant in all places from The Heavens that round it in Circumference come Or to descend As Mahomets tombe doth fix By vertue of two Loadstones them betwixt So you my Lord for sweet Conditions known Parallels to your high birth stand alone Unaim'd and unarriv'd at to their ends Th' Amaze of all and honour of your friends Accept this graciously my Lord And know 'T is but a Glimps of the respect I owe And but an Atome of the Service For Whole volumes would not be a Character 4. To a Lady that was so like another that I cal'd her Picture I Call you Picture and by your Consent Although I know you want no Ornament Nor any curious Arts use to supply Any defect in you to any eye You then are none and do want Colours so snow As heaven wants clouds or Summers earth wants Both which do both deform And you therefore To ouâ—vy heaven and earth admit no more You then no picture are but unto those That can become enamour'd on your clothes Vandike Mitten Geltrop or Johnson may Draw something like you As a Summers day May in the fleeting Clouds well counterfeit Similitudes of things here and not hit For 't is impossible to Limn you right As 't is the earthly Globe without a night To make your eyes were to amaze us all Make in your face two Suns rise And to vail Their glorious motions no eclipses there Can be more beautiful then your brown hair So doth the brightest star ofttimes repine At it's own glory and forbear to shine To name Apelles and to wish him draw Your Portraicture could he perform 't 't were law To future Limners but your beauties height All imitation doth transcend outright Your Lips are like the rosy buds of May And your even teeth the pearls of India Your mouth 's the sweetest Magazin of bliss Where Cupids Dialect best spoken is Your loveliest Cheeks are the tru'st Hemispheres Of beauty triumphing above your Peeres This your first sitting is when you sit next I shall be better pleas'd and you more vext For I shall more admire your beauties store Though you be angry th' are so slubberd o're 5. To my Mistress TO love you Lady is but just we know We have good eyes and Judgments that do so Your beauties are no Common Ornaments But Rarities and plac'd with excellence By Natures curious hand That could entice Even Jove from all his Glories and the Skyes Make him reject his full triumphant way O're Gods and men and thunder cast away Depose himself from high Olympus leave Amaz'd the heavenly Deities and beneath Retire himself on earth to gaze on you More wonderful then all the Goddess Crew Make him forsake his stately Queens embrace Wise Pallas eyes and amorous Venus Face His draughtes of Nectar fil'd by Ganymed And the sweet Lessons by Apollo plai'd His sister Juno had not been his Queen If you the â—â—atelieâ— beauty he had seen His daughter Venus had not been enstal'd Goddess of love but you the Goddess cal'd Nor had Minerva with the fair gray eyes Been crown'd for wisdom 'bove the Deities Had Jove heard your discourse your words do fall With such a ravishing force upon us all Immortal Phoebus that with glorious beams All Nations lights and gilds all Ocean streams In all his Progress yet did never view A beauty so supreme and bright as you Had Phaeton liv'd till now and skilful been He would have given his Chariot unto him Left the Star-chequer'd Court and from the skies A light on earth in some unus'd disguise To court your smiles more precious then his throne And all the glories that attend thereon And in your company swear by a kiss He never was before in any bliss Your eyes are not the Sun and Moon for they Are equal lights and both do rule by day Your Nose is such as doth become your face Better then the best other in that place Your mouth exceedes the breaking of the day For that is sweet when Night drives light away Your teeth surpass the milky way in Heaven More white then it more wonderful more even Your lips are smooth as Chrystal red as is Pure abstract redness blessedness to kiss Your bosom 's a new paradise of joy And undiscover'd to the vulgar eye Your hidden beauties do as much excell All all Art can invent and all tongues tell As doth your body magazin of joyes Exceed your clothes seen onely by our eyes But were this all you onely did present A curious Outside picture Ornament Your mind brave Lady is a thing above All Objects yet of all the past worlds Love It is so gentle sweet and unconfin'd In goodness that it makes the body minde Like the Philosophers Stone that mixing with Worse metals doth to them gold-substance give Let them therefore that do not wonder when They have seen you be counted beasts not men 6. To the Lady M. BEst of your Sex and handsomest to boot I here present you with no marriage-suit My Fate is fix'd and I contented am Although sometimes I court another flame I dare not wish a wrong to your desert Far be such thoughts for ever from my heart Yet must not be so cruel to my self As not from you to covet such a wealth Arabia's rich perfumes are nothing to Nor all the Spices all the East can show Sure my desire can be no Crime in me Nor your Consent can your dishonour be Else all the ancient Poets did devise To cheat the modern with most Stygian lyes Wherefore should Jove neglect Saturnia's Love And all his endless happiness above Assume so many various Shapes t' enjoy With humane beauties sensuality And glorious Phoebus cast his Rayes away With our fine Lasses here below to play Although grim Pluto the Infernal flames Endures his rage Proserpin's beauty tames Cynthia whose chastity each Grecian pen And Roman wit renowned left to men Victorious Love in triumph trampled on And made her wanton with Endimion These high examples we may imitate For Deities did
alike Thar curious Lilly or most skil'd Vandike Would prefer neither Onely here 's the odds This gives us better verse then that the Gods Beware you Poets that at distance you The reverence afford him that is due Unto his mighty merit and not dare Your puny thrids with his lines to compare Lest for so impious a pride a worse Then was Arachne's Fate or Midas curse Posterity inflicts upon your fames For ventring to approch too near his Flames Whose all-commanding Muse disdains to be Equal'd by any in all Poesy As the presumptuous Son of Clymene The Suns command importun'd for a day Of his unwilling Father and for so Rash an attempt fell headlong into Po So you shall fall or worse not leave so much As empty names to show there once were such The Greek and Latine Language he commands So all that then was writ in both those Lands The French and the Italian he hath gain'd And all the wit that in them is contain'd So if he pleases to translate a piece From France or Italy Old Rome or Greece The understanding Reader soon will find It is the best of any of that kind But when he lets own rare Fancy loose There is no flight so Noble as his Muse Treats he of War Bellona doth advance And leads his March with her refulgent Lance Sings he of Love Cupid about him lurks And Venus in her Chariot draws his works What e're his subject be he 'l make it fit To live hereafter Emperour of wit He is the Muses Darling All the Nine Phoebus disclaim and term him more Divine The wondrous Tasso that so long hath born The sacred Laurel shall remain forlorn Alonso de Ercilla that in strong And mighty Lines hath Araucana song And Salust that the ancient Hebrew-story Hath Poetiz'd submit unto your Glory So the chief Swans of Tagus Arne and Seine Must yield to Thames and vail unto your streine Hail generous Magazin of Wit you bright Planet of Learning dissipate the Night Of Dulness wherein us this Age involves And from our Ignorance redeem our soules A word at parting Sir I could not choose Thus to congratulate your happy Muse And though I vilifie your worth my zeal And so in mercy think intended well The world wil find your Lines are great stronge The Nihil Ultra of the English Tongue To my learned Friend Mr. Thomas Bancroft on his Poem entituled the Heroick Lover FRom your retir'd abode in Bradley town Welcome my Friend abroad to fair renown Nova Atlantis and Utopia you Again expose unto the publick view By your Heroick piece unknown before To all Mankind but Bacon and to More To the tripartite world Columbus er'st The Western India discover'd first Yet after his more curious Survey Vesputius much on 's Glory took away By giving it his Name So though those two Most learned Lords did first those countries shew You by your Antheon and his fair delight Far-sought Fidelta skilfully unite Utopia and Atlantis what they two 〈◊〉 to their Pens they both owe you Nor Belgium Italy nor France nor Spain Nor Graecia nor Sicilia could constrain With their most tempting Objects your brave Knight To yield submission to a false delight Although Sir Antheon did refrain to run The monstrous Courses of the Knight o' th Sun Whose Fablers so strange tales of him rehearse That such untruths never appear'd in verse Those Countrey beauties he despis'd and pelf Others o'recome others but he himself And of all victories it is the best To keep our own wilde appetites supprest Hereby his prowess he did most discover And hence you term him the Heroick Lover Your fair Fidelta did not range about Vtopian Cities to find Suitors out A free well-order'd house she kept and there Sir Antheon met with her and married her Joy or long life I need not wish them either They in your Lines shall happy live for ever And you for penning their high Epick Song With Laurel crown'd shall live i th' Poets throng A MASQUE Presented at Bretbie in Darbyshire On Twelfth-Night 1639. The Prologue To be spoken by whom the Masquers shall appoint TO you great Lord and you most excellent Lady And all this wel-met wellcome Company Thus low I bow And thank that you will grace Our rude Solemnities with such a presence The Lar Familiaris of the house being proud of so much and great Company and glad of their free and noble Entertainment appears to congratulate the hospitality of the Lord and Lady and speaks these lines BEtter then I could wish Superlative To all relations not examples now I 've known the Houshold Gods of Rome Greece And all the good Penates of fam'd Troy Heard what they could triumph in of their Fates Tell jovial stories of the frolick Greek◠And the great Banquets of fam'd Ilium Have been inform'd of Egypts glorious Feasts To entertain the Courtly Anthony Yet was there or Necessity or pride Or empty prodigality in all Here is a Course steer'd even and voluntary And I rejoyce as much as Ganymed Olympus Nectar and Ambrosia Keeper Here I grow fat with plenty of all sorts That either Seas or Land or Air can yield And here I live as well admir'd as envi'd By all the Lares of all other Places For there 's a Constancie in my delights A blest Elyzium where I do not want The tithe of any wish I ever thought The proudest Lares of the greatest Princes May boast of state and languish in a noise Whil'st here I live secure and do enjoy As much of every thing but fears and dangers And may it last while Fate attends on time Until the supreme Deities of Heaven Think you too worthy to adorn the earth And mean to fix you glorious Stars in Heaven And whiles there 's air but to receive a Sound May your Names busie it to speak your praise Continue ever matchless as you are A Pair without Compare and but a Pair A Satyre invited by the Loudness of the Musick and the perpetual concourse of people to inform himself to what end all tended comes boldly in and meets with the Lar Familiaris Lar. What means this bold Intrusion Sat. Friend forbear Though I was born i th' Woods and rudely bred Among the Salvages I have a mind Aspires the knowledge of great Princes Courts And to what end aimes all this jollity In yours as well as others Palaces Lar. Dost thou approch to censure our delights And nip them in the bud Satyre take heed We 'l hunt you hence through al the woods launs And over all the brooks thine eyes have seen Sat. You threaten more perhaps then you can do What art Lar. I am this Palace Deity Sat. I wish tho◠wert a Servant unto Pan Or any God that doth frequent the Fields Lar. So would not I I 'm better as I am Sat. Thy Ignorance bewitches thee to this Thou liv'st among all fears all noise all cares While I walk merry under heavens
but soon I shall By contemplating you o'recome it all What is anothers Honour unto me If our affections want a Sympathie And how can any friendship have a stamp Of worth upon it that doth Honour want Honour and friendship should Concomitants be And in as near relation should agree As Light doth with the Sun for Honour doth Keep friendship from all flawes they both seem both The grand example of your excellent parts The wonder and delight of noble hearts Honour and friendship to their splendid height Do in all great and generous souls unite Malice it self no stain can tax you with But that unto me you your friendship give And Sir I am so proud on 't that I must Unto your mighty merit be unjust In this let envy censure how it will Pray honour me with your fair friendship still 11. To Mr. Richard Grey of Adderston my worthy kinsman Sir you Platonicks do defend too much And I guess talking so may make you such Yet 't is not in your nature I suppose For something you may love besides their clothes Their conversation and their vertues in The tender female Sexe but you have been So long a champion for Platonick love That you conceit it a disgrace to move From your aerial tenents pray you leave This argument and all their hopes deceive That gape after your wealth when you are gone Marry a wife and leave it to your own But if your humour you resolve shall last Make me your heir and all my trouble 's past 12. An Epitaph on my Noble Cousin Mr. Edward Reppington who deceased about the 24th year of his age and lies buried in Tamworth Stay whosoe're thou art that passest by And notice take who here entomb'd doth ly For Edward Reppington the hopes and heir Of Ammington and Adderston lies here He was a Gentleman of so much worth That he hath left few equals on the earth As early Fruit for Princes got even so Being ripe for Heaven he hence so young did go The Reppingtons and Seabrights should rejoyce For giving being to such ex'lencies Although through Natures weakness they yet mourn That 's mortal part is faln into his Urne They that would be belov'd as he must grow In vertue as in years think on 't and go 13. Of Men. How rude is mankind grown savager far And more inhumane then the brute beasts are When our first great Grandsire enjoy'd the joys The walks and Groves of glorious Paradise When in the State of Innocense he stood That little while he was completely good And ere his beauteous Mate was made He then Was King of beasts and not a King of men 14. To Robert Shotwall of Ashbourne Robin thy Ale and company are both So good that I to leave thee oft am loth But yet thy Bill for Boots and Shoes forgi'me And then I 'le promise you shall oftner see me For then to spend I should have so much more Which should be yours So I would quit my score 15. Of Rome Rome once the conquer'd worlds great Head and yet The Queen of Cities and deserving it Thy ruines are more glorious to behold Than our new Palaces glittring with gold And richest Tapistry thy Statues broke Thy Amphitheatres half faln the stroke Of Time upon thy Obelisques and Decayes of Emperours Termes do command A reverence from our eyes Each step in thee Puts us in minde of some Antiquitie Triumphant Arches though half buried show Which way victorious Caesars once did go This was the earths Metropolis In it Historians Oratours and Poets met From all the Provinces and herein they Wore many a day and many a night away In frolick Banquets made Suburra own More joyes then on Olympus e're were known But various plenty of delicious Wine Completes thy Praise and makes an end of mine 16. Of Womens Clothes The gentle female Sexe that doth affect Liberty so doth liberty neglect For for the fashions sake they are content Their clothes should be their strict Imprisonment 13. Of Cupid Beauty is but opinion of the Liker And Cupid's no good archer but a striker His rage he strangly doth employ and parts At random carelesly with all his darts And all these mischiefs and these miseries We do impute unto his want of eyes But we may bless our fates that he is blind Else war for beauty would destroy mankind 18. Of Galla. Galla hath still her maidenhead And why She is unhandsome and her price too high Yet she would fain be rid of it but none Will pay so dear therefore 't is still her own So although her desires be thus unjust Her covetousness doth overpoise her lust 19. Of Bettina Ever to love a Lass so fair as she Loseth no judgment but doth settle me In an opinion that I would have no Zeal in affection but for her to show All men admire her much who ever yet Beheld her face And shall I wrong my wit Expresly to declare I like her not To whom I owe as much as I have got Have I my Sences I can try no way But by approving her my eyes survey All Objects but like none like her my ears Receive no Musick like her voice her tears Compose the purest Nectar her soft touch Lends torn Prometheus ease and body such A perfume doth evaporate that she Yields choicer sweets then in Arabia be 20. To the same Although Bettina I profess'd deep Love Unto you in the Epigram above Mine was no want on flame though I admir'd Your beauties I fruition ne're desir'd All your discourse was of such pretty stuff That I methoughts could never hear enough Your conversation did my motive prove So mine a friendship was and not a Love 21. Of the River Cham. Why crooked Chams dull streams so slowly move It is cause it with Cambridge is in love Poor river thy Amours as vain decline For water Schollars care not for but wine 22. To my ingenuous Friend Mr. Alexander Brome on his Essay to translate Lucretius I know a Lady that hath been about The same designe but she must needes give out Your Poet strikes too boldly home sometimes In geniall things t' appear in womens rhimes The task is masculine and he that can Translate Lucretius is an able man And such are you whose rich poetick vein And general Learning perfectly can plain And smooth your Authors roughnesses and give Him such a robe of English as will live Out-wear and all such works exceed and prove This Nations wonder and this nations Love Therefore proceed my friend and soon erect This Pyramid of our best Dialect 23. To my dear Cousin-Germans Mrs. Anne Mrs. Elizabeth Mrs. Phillipia and Mrs. Dorothie Stanhope Sisters Lincolne was London is and York shall be The most renowned City of the three Is an old saying but I now must tell Limby near Nottingham doth all excel Where live four Stanhopes of the female Sex Who to produce them equals would perplex The Land to which for all things highly good
lay her on a bed of Roses Terra's incognita's to find And it a paradise discloses Her belly like a bed of creame Appears unto our curious eyes Upon whose top you may esteem The Navil like a cherry lies Envy about her c. 7. Her mountain-thighs we doespy Cover'd with warm perpetual snow Ah what a streight between doth ly No Magellan did ever know Her neat-made legs forth stretched ly On sheets resembling a calme Sea And like to Promontories try To frame a safe and pleasant Bay Envy about her c. 8. Her pretty feet like lands-ends seem Whose toes likes Fairies do appear To tempt beholders to esteem No beauty such and t' enter there T is like fair maid you yet may boast That trifle cal'd virginity How many joyes you then have lost Therefore away with such a toy Envy about her c. 9. When you shall gracious be but thus To meet in groves or amorous beds Young Kings and Queens shall envy us And we will get new maidenheads And when we do refresh awhile You like a Princess bride shall rise And Art and Nature both shall toyl To dress you glorious as the skies Envy about you shall suppose No fault and wonder at your clothes The fourteenth song Emma's answer to William the Conquerour 1. Great conquerour you do a wrong Unto your judgement to compare Poor Emma in your amorous song To Ladies so renown'd and fair The hair that grows upon my head I have no cause to glory in It is as brown as is my bread And can I hope tempt none to fin My clothes are homely as my form I wear them but to keep me warm 9. My humble eies when I am up To read my office are employ'd And unto house-affaires to look And not to gaze abroad in pride I hope no want on beams they cast To work to any an unease Therefore my nose needs not be plac'd As Constable to keep the peace My clothes are homely c. 3. My lips will serve a country wench So also will my northern tongue It with my heart agrees in sense What I think speaking and no wrong My teeth are like to other girls Nor even nor white but in the mean I know they are but bones not pearls And slut I were were they not clean My clothes are homely c. 4. My ears will serve to do the part Which nature did designe them for The love of vertue 's in my heart And to hear lewdness I abhor I wonder why my neck you praise As other maidens are so 's it So is my breast which I adaies Use to weare cover'd as is fit My clothes are homely c. 5. My hands employ'd in houswifries To sow to spin or else to card Cannot be soft not being nice And 't is no shame to have them hard Such is poor Emma and no better VVhom royal Sir you so commend And I beseech you therefore let her Her poor life in plain truth to end My clothes are homely c. 6. Let not your fancy be unkind Unto your self ill thoughts to raise My wearied body at night doth find A bed of flocks or straw alwaies My other parts you please to name Are ordinary as the rest And I in truth do blush for shame To hear them so by you exprest My clothes are homely c. 7. I cannot from my tears refrain To hear you tax virginity How many martyr'd virgins reign In heaven for keeping chastity And in the dark Abyss below How many wretched souls do grone For slighting here their honour so As heathens have far better done My clothes are homely c. 8. I hope I never shall become Ungracious in so a high a wise To prostitute to any one A jewel heaven so much doth prize If I to please my friends should wed To any honest neighbours child I am resolv'd the marriage-bed To keep my life through undefil'd Though me then better clothes transform I le wear them but to keep me warm The fifthteenth Song 1. Here 's a Health to a merry old sinner A Glass of strong Aquavitae That for a crown and a dinner Will get you a Wench will delight you 2. Because that you are not for Ale Here 's a Health to a Wench in strong Beer Although she like it be stale She may happen to cost you dear 3. Here 's a Health in Ale to your Dear That lately hath serv'd in the Kitchin A bouncing Wastcoteer A remedy for your itching 4. Here 's a Health to the Earls fine daughter In Rhenish with Lemmon and Suggar Who with this well ballanc'd will after Give liberty to you to hugge her 5. Unto the Green-sickness Maid Here 's a Health in sparkling White Though yet she be never so staid She may alter her mind ere night 6. Unto the new married wife An Health here is in neat Claret Though her spouse lead a jealous Life And her tongue out-prattles a Parret 7. To the jovial widdow at last An health we will drink in Sack Her constitution 's in hast You may quickly guess what she doth lack 8. Now you have so freely drunk Their healths and merrily round Each of you may go to his Punk They are yours a mite to a pound 9. Bút now I 've thought better on 't Y 'ad best to leave drinking and whoring For virtue hereafter will vaunt When vice shall receive a great scowring The sixteenth Song of two lovers 1. Two lovers lately that for some years space Enjoy'd in each others looks an heaven of bliss Are parted and have left their usual gaze He on her beauties and she upon his Behold what alterations time can raise In humane breasts and setled constancies Great Love we do accuse thee of our crime And thank for our recovery onely Time 2. As I have seen a crooked river run Through Meads and moorish grounds in oblique course So slighly stealing as no way it won And no intention had to leave the source And never roar'd at all till it begun Into another stream to yield its force So no dislike her cunning Fashion show'd Till all her Favours she from him bestow'd 3. Long he her lov'd and long she lov'd again And both did glory in each others heart Cupid in each breast kept an equal reign A mutual court of joy without all art Without dissimulation or disdain Without the least offence to either part Till a new love possest her yielding mind After so long continuing true and kind 4. He afterwards retreated as was fit Cal'd home his heart and quench'd the mighty fire With drinking Lethe to his former fit That had so long enthral'd him to desire And generous spirit that hast conquer'd it All hail And welcome to the sacred Quire Of Freedoms Temple where bright Truth discovers And laughes at all the follies of all Lovers The seventeenth Song Of a Mistresse 1. I love a Lass as fair as ere was seen Yet have I never seen if she be fair Grandees
a fair pair of heels and be gone Lor. Well then spend this for me Phy. Y' are Sir the best part of a moralist you are most liberal Lor. Come Iaques Iaq. I follow you Sir farewell goodman Draculemyon Phy. The Gods bless me there 's a name Exeunt Proceed Phyginois and be fortunate This project will furnish me with mony to cloth me Both fashionably and rich enough and then I dare assail my Nentis with some confidence Politick Lovers seldom miss Smile heaven upon my plot that there may be A crowned Period to my policy Exit Scena Secunda Enter Polidacre and Falorus Pol. HOw do you like Lucora Fal. She 's a Lady above my thoughts much more my tongue Pol. Could not you wish her yours I have a desire to make her so Fal. Ambrosia Hebe's Cates are for the Gods Princes she doth deserve to wooe her love Pol. You undervalue her my Lord The best is not too good for him that gets her Your breeding has been worthy your descent I 've known you from your Infancy and am Desirous to make you mine Fal. He enforceth me to an acceptance I must temporize with him Most worthy Polidacre I cannot attain to a greater happiness on earth then to bear the name of your Son in law Pol. I thank thee my Falorus I le go presently get my daughters consent As you shall not want beauty with her so you shall not money I le take my leave Fal. I am your most humble servant my Lord. Exit Pol. VVhat envious Star when I was born divin'd This adverse Fate who having such a beauty Profer'd him would refuse it The pin'd man VVhom Poets phantasies have plac'd in Hell VVith fruit before him had not such a cross The true regard I bear unto my friend The brave Carionil must not be slighted The sacred truth of friendship ever shoo'd By force enfeeble all rebellious blood Enter Carionil VVell met my dear Carionil Car. I am happy in your company y' are my hearts best treasury Falorus Enter Lucora and Nentis But give me leave my friend Fal. O! I see the cause your Mistris Car. Retire ye Clouds and weep out showers of woe Because ye may no longer stand and gaze On her for whom the heavens their circuits go That they may see and wonder at her face Dear Falorus withdraw your self awhile Fal. The Gods assist your suit Car. Thanks worthy friend He withdraws Hail natures most perfect work and the continual Idea of my admiring Soul for whom if it be your will I must dye and by whom if it is your pleasure I shall live live in an unspeakable felicity by enjoying you who shall dye happily for wanting you and I cannot live in such a penury Nen. VVoo'd I had such a servant I should not serve him scurvily Car. Honour your poor adorer Lady with a gracious look of your beloved eyes and my misery for you both with commiseration and remedy Luco My Lord if you presume upon a womans Feign'd carriage to her wooers leave it now For if you 'l give me leave I 'le call to witness Every particular Deity we adore That I will never have a husband and For your saying you must dye for me I hold it A common Complement of idle Lovers And wish you so much happiness that you May live well without me Cario O be not so unmerciful Let not that tongue erre into virulent words VVhich could have cal'd Euridice from Hell Had your most excellent mother fairest Lady Inexorable been you had not been Nor Crimson Roses ever spread upon Your lovely cheeks nor had the world discover'd Two Planets more hath nature liberally Heaped the rarest perfections she could give Mortality upon you to no end No surely not can I believe that she Ment to enclose a mind infractible Within a body so powerful to subdue As you even your dear self was daughter to A beauteous mother so you also should Indebt the world unto you by your issue Be not so cruel therefore dear Lucora Let not your tongue degenerate from your form Luco Sir you have heard me speak what I intend Car. Be not a Tygres Lady Luc. Any thing but a wife Sir I must leave you and leave you this humour The Court hath many Ladies take your choice Nentis Nen. Mad am Luc. Come my Lord take my counsel Nen. I could use him kindlyer Car. What say you Lady Nen. Nothing my Lord. Exeunt Luco Nent Car. Doth a fair face presage a cruel heart I' st not a meer full contrary in Nature That the softest body should be hard'st to win Nature is grown decrepit and all things Sublunary erre against her rule of order Stir not then thou glorious Fabrick of the heavens And periodize the Musick of the spheres Thou ever yet fast fixed Globe of earth Whirl round in a perpetual Motion Ye Stars and Moon that beautifie the night Change rule with clear Hyperion and so cast Succeeding time into another mould Then with thy powerful beams Apollo draw The Ocean into clouds and drown the world So there a new creation may befall And this life be a life celestial Enter Falorus O all my happiness on earth my true Falorus Lucoraes beauty triumphs in my breast And shortly will destroy me There 's no beast That haunts the vastest Affrican wilderness Of such a merciless constitution She 'l never marry man Fal. She will Carionil Her father would have her and she has not so much evil to contradict his will where then can she make such a choice as you that in a duel your Grandfather did kill hers y'v e heard her oft protest she valued not Car. Does he desire it or does your love flatter me into a little possibility of obtaining her Alas if she could like me her father would very difficultly consent He loves not my family Fal. Polidacre could not hinder you were she willing But friend her father means to marry her His own lips offer'd her to me Car. O ye just heavenly powers then I am lost Sunk into misery beneath a spark Of this lives happiness Falorus you shall not have her Fal. I would not wrong my noble friend so much Car. A puff of wind and gone For her who would not Do all mankind an injury and out-act In horrid deeds all those that ere profess'd Licentious Atheisme unsheath your sword I will not take that life basely away Which next unto Lucoraes I esteem Yet stay Fal. He 's frantick withdraw this frensie O ye Gods Car. You are my friend Fal. I have been so accounted by you Car. Let me consult it out shall one word Na which is less one sillable friend extract Out of me all the interest that I Have to Lucora by affecting her But this is a safe medium a true friend Exceeds all words and syllables at height A man may nay he should poize equally His love and part unto his friend the justice of it Which is the full half
Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe bâ—t is sister to The Mistress of youâ— thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone
Now let me make an end with these and I have done Mrs. Fine Daign Noble Duke to hear my just complaint I am a poor and an unfortunate widow This man Dick Whip as the other day he drove His coach run over a little child of mine That was playing in the street and kild it Trap. Sirra Whip is this true Whip So please your Highness I confess it is Trap. It doth not please me nor displease me for I neither did it nor was the child mine Whip It was against my will a thing of chance Mrs. Fine cannot deny it Trap. Mrs. Fine you are a widow you say Mrs. Fine A poor unhappy one I am Trap. You say that Whip the coachman hath kil'd your child and how he did it I have understood This is my justice I will do you right Whip shall lie with you untill he get you another Mat. Madder and madder Hora. I cannot choose but smile Whip Most willingly so please your Highness I am well content to do her that satisfaction Mrs. Fine You shall be hang'd first that you shall is thus my expectation fail'd Trap. Mrs. Fine be rul'd I will have justice done Whip shall lie with you you may marry him and you will he kil'd your child and he shall get you another I say but right and Sirra Whip look unto 't and you play the bungler and fail you shall to Ligorn and learn to row Mrs. Fine be contented and you do not like him you might have held your tongue for I know no body that sent for you and so get you both gone Whip The Heavens preserve your Highness Exeunt Trap. My friend and Prince Horatio go unto My sister bid her to prepare her self I 'le have you married within this day or two I long to see you both in bed together Hora. Most willingly I will do such a message The Gods preserve you happily Exit Mat. A strange discovery if true Trap. Seignior Captain I say I have done very good justice and in a little time too I am not like your scarlet coats that will do nothing without mony a company of fellows they are whose beards and hearts agree not together Mat. Your Highness doth dispatch things very soon Trap. Though I am the Duke yet I love to do no hurt as other men in authority would I hate to banish men as Machavil and Barb. ha done alas poor Trappolin I hear they have banisht an honest poor man cald Trap. what the Divel Seignior Mat. came in their heads to send a poor fellow away out of his country without any money though men may sometimes gather a reasonable Sallet abroad he shall get no oyle to eat it withall Mat. Great Duke of Tuscany our noble Master That Trap. of whom your Highness speaks Had little fault in him good faith at all Saving he was a most notorious coward Trap. Why you Don of guns or pikes do you think every mans mind is given to the wars Trap. was addicted to the peace a poor fellow full of courtesies one that will never deny to do a favour for a friend I will have a little sport with my Don of the wars O me Sir Captain look yonder Eo Meo and Areo I will put you off for a while I will try some conclusions Mat. Your Highness wher 's the Duke gon I marle What Trappolin art thou come again Faith many a wench in Florence will be glad Follow thy old trade be a Pander still Trap. Seignior Captain I am your humble slave and if I can do you any kindness at any time i'faith Don Mathemores you shall command me and if you have but a mind to any Beauty in Florence pay but me well for my pains and her well for hers and I will not fail you and Captain I can give you a delicate poyson to dispatch any enemy with whom you dare not fight Mat. I see thou art resolv'd to be a rogue T is pity that his Highness did repeal thee Next time I see him sirra Pimp I will Make suit to have you sent into Ligorn Trap. You Spanish coxcomb go hang your self do your worst Mat. Wer 't thou a souldier I wood fight with thee Being a rogue thou dost deserve my foot Take this you rascal Trap. I will presently be out of his debt who 's yonder it is the Duke or I am deceiv'd Eo Meo and Areo on agen my hat my glass and cloke sit close how now sirra Captain where are your manners what do you think of me who am I tro I am not your Lieutenant am I stoop and take up your hat and let me see if it will not become your hand as well as your head in my presence Mat. I did not see your Highness Trap. Will you lie too take that and learn to speak truth Kicks him Mat. Most Noble Prince and my most royal Master Pardon the error which unwillingly I have committed in Tuscany there lives not A man that freelier for your sake would lose His life then I. Trap. Well get you gone I do Forgive you but my Don at armes remember The Duk 's to be observ'd he is the man That doth maintain you Mat. And most worthy Prince Did but occasion shew it self I would Venture and lose my life to do you service Exit Trap. And my Father Conjurer would come into Florence I would make him the next man unto my Highness he is a good man and it is great pity that he should go to the Divel as they say Conjurers and Witches do well I am a brave fellow I love to see my self in my glass I am the Duke ifaith the very Duke I see me Enter Flametta Flam. I will go and petition him agen Trap. My rogue Flametta I could kiss her to pieces bite off her lips and suck out her eyes I love her so well Flam. The great Duke of Tuskany the gracious heavens Prosper your Highness ever I am the same That lately did intreat for the repeal Of my Beloved sweetheart Trappolin Most excellent Sir pity my earnest suit And let me have my Trappolin recal'd Trap. This is a very precious villain how she loves me and I ever marry while I am a Duke by Eo Meo and Areo's leave I will have her your name little maid is Flametta as I remember Flam So please your Highness yes Trap. You sue to have banisht Trappolin come home Flam. Most humbly most excellent Sir I do Trap. Well 't is all as please Eo Meo and Areo I can do nothing witho t them and my young Mistress as long as they are in authority I can do little for you Flam. Then by your Highness leave do I wish Eo Meo and Areo in the fire Trap. Methinks they should be enough in that already for the Divel made them all now I think well on 't sometime when I have good opportunity I will off with my things and have a little sport with her since fair
what you will unto her with her consent I am very sorry I parted you so long I know Lovers would be private though they do nothing but talk therefore I will not hinder you fare you well both my Princely friend and Lady sister Prud. The Gods preserve you Hora. And reward your goodness Exeunt Trap. Thus what the Duke doth I will undo such excuses will serve my turn well enough Enter Barbarino and Macchavil Here are my Lord banishers it seems the Duke hath set them at liberty but in they go again as sure as the cloaks on their backs Bar. May the good angels that attend upon Princes on earth defend your Highness always From every offensive thing Macc. And may you live A long and happy life enlarge your state Excel in fame the first great Duke Trap. Your good wishes I like but credit me my Lord Banishers neither of you Who let you out of prison Bar. He 's mad as ere he was your Highness Sir Trap. You lye Sir Pucchanello come hither quickly Macc. Heavens be merciful we must in again I see He do's and undo's and remembers nothing Enter Pucchanello Trap. Sirra Rogue why did you set these two at liberty Pucc Your Highness did command it Mac. If our Duke must be mad the Gods grant him That which he had the last Trap. You ill-fac'd rascal you lie Pucc Beseech your Highness remember your self it Was at your command Trap. It may be so but I am sure I was drunk then and now I am sober they shall in again therefore take them with you be gone I say Barb. There is no remedy Macc. Good gods pitty Florence Exeunt Trap. Eo Meo and Areo thanks i'faith yet I am suppos'd the Duke Father Conjurer by thy Art I am suppos'd a Prince stick to me still and be my friend Enter Isabella Here is the Dutchess Eo Meo and Areo be true to me and I 'le have a kiss or two at the least Isa Sir you are fortunately met Trap. Who are you Lady Madam Isa Do you not know Sir Trap. I 'de have you tell me Isa I never knew him so before I am your Wife Trap. I 'me glad on 't I promise you come and kiss me then Isa You are wondrous merrily disposed Trap. Madam Dutchess I am something jovial indeed I have been a drinking Montefiascone very hard kiss me again my dear Lady wife Isa He 's drunk Trap. You are a handsome woman I promise you prethee tell me my Lady Dutchess am I a proper handsome fellow Isa Do not jest with me Sir you know you are Him whom above the world I do esteem Trap. Well said my Ladie wife Isa I nere saw him so distempered before Trap. Have you nothing yet in your belly Isa You know I am with child Sir Trap. Faith but I do not for your belly swells not Isa I am full of wonder Trap. Lady wife get you in I am halfe drunk and now am unfit for you but give me a kiss or two before Madam Dutchess fare you wel Isab I had thought he had not been addicted to A vice so loathsome as drunkenness Exit Trap. Yet all happens very well protest the Dutchess is a gallant woman I almost like her as well as Flametta I could lie with her and I woo'd but I am half honest and will not wrong the Duke nor Flametta Why is not my wench as good as she wherein do they differ but onely in clothes Flametta's a woman as right as she and perhaps naked as handsome what good in the night do jewels and fine clothes to a woman when she hath them not on besworn I am very merry Eo Meo and Areo are brave tame Devils and my Father Conjurer an excellent learned fellow Vienca wine and Padua bread Trivigi tripes and a Venice wench in bed Exit singing Actus quinti scena secunda Enter Lavinio YE glorious Plannets that do rightly guide The giddy ships upon the Ocean waves If some of your malignant influences Have rais'd this madness in my subjects heads Let some of your benigne influences Again restore them to their former sences Those Florentines whom all their enemies Could not impeach could not withstand in armes Suffer not you immortal powers divine Thus to be ruin'd by distraction Machavil and Barbarino appear in prison I am astonished O Heavens I know not what to think Puchanello Puchanello let me out the two Lords and send them to me presently I 'le talk unto um here at large Bar. His ill fit 's off Mac. The goods be praised Lav. I do not think that since the infancy And first creation of the world a madness Pestiferous and equal unto this Was ever known good Heavens reveal and soon The cause that I may do my best to help it Enter Barbarino Machavil and Puchanello Mac. Long may this fit continue Barb. If it hold alwaies sure he 's in 's wits agen Lav. I wonder Lords and justly that you whom I have known to have the noblest judgements should thus become distracted you in your fits of frenzie run to prison of your selves And think I sent you Bar. Most royal Sir we grieve to see these daies You did command us thither Lav. I Mac. Your Highness self Lav. You are both deceiv'd to do such idle errours And lay the blame on me doth more amaze me Puchanello how came these in prison Puc So please your Highness you were angry with them And did commit them Lav. I commit them That thou art mad is not so great a wonder I tell you both with sorrow witness heaven You are strangely bereav'd of your reason Well go ye in and pray unto the Gods That they hereafter would be kind unto you And keep you from relapse Mac. Heavens bless your Highness Bar. And be unto you a perpetual guard Exeunt Lav. Famine plague war the ruinous instruments Wherewith the incensed dieties do punish Weak mankind for misdeeds had they all fallen Upon this city it had been a thing To be lamented but not wondred at Enter Isabella O my dear Isabella I have brought thee From Milain flourishing in all delights Into a city full of men distracted Isab He is not sober yet Go in and sleep Sir You do not well thus to bewray your weakness Unto the publick view Lav. My wife and all O heavens Isa What say you Sir Lav. My Isabella thou hast cause to curse me For bringing thee into a place infected The aire is sure pestiferous and I wonder Now how I have escaped Isab Good Sir I pray you sleep Lav. Wherefore my Isabella Isab Why you have drunk too much Lav. Madness unmatch'd Dear Isabella withdraw thy self into Thy chamber I will presently come to thee There we will pray unto the angry Gods That they would from 's remove this heavy ill Isab I will obey you Sir to get you home Good Gods nere let him thus offend again Exit Lav. What have I done so much offensive
The heavens have given consent Unto my misery hell hath plotted it And the deceived earth believes me mad And now will take me for a banish't Rogue Enter Flametta Flam. O joy above expression behold My Trap. is come Love welcome home Thou art beholding unto me my Dear 'T was I that won the Duke for thy repeal Lav. I am amazed Flam. Give me a hundred kisses let us spend An hour in kissing afterwards we 'l talk Lav. Away Flam. Have you forgotten me so soon I am Thy true Flametta lovely Trap. Lav. Be gone I say Flam. Dost thou reward me thus for all the pains I 've took to get thee home again Lav. Leave me Thou impudent whore or I will kick thee hence Flam. O faithless men Women by me take heed You give no trust unto this perjur'd sex Have I all thy long banishment been true Refused Lord Barbarino with all his gifts And am I slighted thus I will complain Unto his Highness of thee Enter Mattemoros Lav. Have you don 't Mat. What Lav. Have you let the Lords at liberty Mat. What 's that to thee Lav. Give me my Ring Mat. He has heard the Duke sent me with his Ring and this impudent Rogue dares think to get it Sirra is it not enough to be a Coward and a Pander but you wo'd be a thief too Lav. I am bewitched Flam. I fear my Trappolin is turned mad man Lav. Suffer not this ye Gods Enter Trappolin Mat. I have set the Lords Barbarino and Macc. at liberty according to your Highness order and here is your Ring again Trap. Better and better I maâ—le where the Prince Horatio is Mat. He forgets every thing he 's in prison Trap. Sure he is not Lav. How this Impostor divel acts me Mat. Your Highness did commit him Trap. Fie upon 't what things do I do in my drink here take my Ring go and set him out and come hither with him presently Lav. I am the Duke and will be obey'd Go not upon your life he shall lye there Flam. Sure my Trappolin's run mad for grief in his banishment Mat. Peace frantique peace do not disturb his Highness Trap. Regard not mad men go Mat. I 'm gone Exit Lav. Thou traitor Fam. Dear Trappolin be silent regard my tears thou wilt undo thy self Trap. Maiden and your Sweet-heart continue thus I 'le have him sent abroad again Enter Prudentia Flam. Sweet Trappolin for my sake hold thy tongue Lav. I rage in vain good heavens be merciful Prud. Dear brother pity me regard my sorrow Release the Prince Horatio and no longer Separate their bodies whose hearts the Gods have joyned Trap. Sister have patience a little a very little Prince Horatio will be here presently and I le make an end with you Lav. Prudentia art thou not asham'd Pru. What sawcines is this Most worthy noble Brother all my heart is full oâ— thanks for you wood Ide a tongue could utter them Enter Mattemores and Horatio Mat. Your Highness ring Trap. T is well Captain Sister and Prince Horatio Here take my signet by the warrant of it go And get you married Hor. Our humble thanks Lav. I do want patience Hor. T is best to do it while he 's in 's good humor Are you content Sweet Princesse Pru. With all my soul I go Exeunt Lav. Sister sister Mat. Peace lest you be soundly punisht Sirra Fla. Good Trappolin be quiet Lav. I am the Duke I am Lavinio This is a fiend of hell or an Impostor Mac. Will your Highness suffer this Trap. I pity him he knows not what he saies Lav. I am bewitched Mat. I am sure thou art distracted Trap. A done you had best Lav. Thou enemy unto our happiness Know the Gods will relent in time be wise Trap. There is no remedy he must go to Puchanello so ho Pachanello so ho. Puch I come Within Flam. There could come no better of it beseech your Highness pardon him he 's distracted Lav. You are all distracted all bewitched Enter Puchanello Trap. Sirra take Trap. and lock him up safe Flam. You 'd take no warning Lav. O Florence how I pity thy decay Trap. Away with him Mat. Puchanello take him and be gone Trap. You of the Guard see him laid safely up Lav. I will not go Puch We then might force you Exeunt Flam. Alas poor Flametta Thy Trappolin cares not for thee I beseech the Gods to give him his right sences again Trap. Come Captain Mat. I attend your Highness Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Barbarino and Machiavil Mach. The strange distraction of our Duke will give Sufficient matter unto Chronicles To make whole volumes of him Bar. Yet he believes himself right in his sences And we out of our wits think him mad Lavinio appears in Prison Lav. Wood I had been born to a mean estate So in 't I might have lived happily The greater honours that men have the greater Their troubles are the begger that hath nothing Lives a more quiet life then Monarchs do Lord Barbarino and Lord Machavil Get me releas'd I am the Duke Lavinio Bewitched as you are by an Impostor Bar. Go Trappolin and sleep we have heard al l Thou art run mad Mac. Go sleep poor Trappolin Lavin Be kind good Gods pity our miseries Bar. Leave talking and go sleep Enter Trappolin Mac. His Highness Bar. How fares our noble master Trap. I have not been sober a day together this good while Eo Meo and Areo have made me fox't but now I will leave it Mac. Who are they Bar. I know not Trap. It 's in vain to lay them up any more I having had sport enough with them Trappolin whom you banisht is come home stark mad Mac. Exceedingly Bar. And raves most strangly in prison Enter Flametta Flam. Here is his Highness I will not leave him till He doth release from prison Trappolin Most excellent Sir perfect your noble kindness Give liberty unto poor Trappolin Trap. With all my heart I would wood he be quiet Flam. Alas he is distracted and doth not know VVhat he sayes and therefore why should you regard him Trap. VVell fair maid for thy sake that lovest him so he shal come out Puchanello so ho come hither Bar. He will do any thing and undo any thing Mac. Sure there was never such a Duke i' th world Enter Horatio and Prudentia Trap. VVelcome Sister and Brother I hope I may say are you married are you content tell me if any thing remains that I can do for you speak it for I am ready the Duke Your servant Pru. Most worthy brother you have perfected our joyes for we are married Pru. I am very glad Lady sister that you are so Hora. Here is your Highness ring Enter Puchanello Trap. You Sirra of chains and keyes set me Trappolin at liberty presently and send him hither Puc VVill he never be wise I wood he wood make another Jaylor I am weary of the place I can never be at