or to purchase Bayes Didst write stale commendation to thy Booke Which we for Beaumonts or Ben Johnsons tooke That debt thou left'st to us which none but he Can truly pay Fletcher who writes like thee William Cartwright On Mr FRANCIS BEAUMONT then newly dead HE that hath such acutenesse and such witt As would aske ten good heads to husband it He that can write so well that no man dare Refuse it for the best let him beware BEAVMONT is dead by whose sole death appeares Witt 's a Disease consumes men in few yeares RICH. CORBET D. D. To Mr FRANCIS BEAUMONT then living HOw I doe love thee BEAUMONT and thy Muse That unto me do'st such religion use How I doe feare my selfe that am not worth The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth At once thou mak'st me happie and unmak'st And giving largely to me more thou tak'st What fate is mine that so it selfe bereaves What art is thine that so thy friend deceives When even there where most thou praisest me For writing better I must envy thee BEN JOHNSON Upon Master FLETCHERS Incomparable Playes APollo sings his harpe resounds give roome For now behold the golden Pompe is come Thy Pompe of Playes which thousands come to see With admiration both of them and thee O Volume worthy leafe by leafe and cover To be with juice of Cedar washt all over Here 's words with lines and lines with Scenes consent To raise an Act to full astonishment Here melting numbers words of power to move Young men to swoone and Maides to dye for love Love lyes a bleeding here Evadne there Swells with brave rage yet comely every where Here 's a mad lover there that high designe Of King and no King and the rare Plott thine So that when ere wee circumvolve our Eyes Such rich such fresh such sweet varietyes Ravish our spirits that entranc't wee see None writes lov's passion in the world like Thee ROB. HERRICK On the happy Collection of Master FLETCHER'S Works never before PRINTED FLETCHER arise Usurpers share thy Bayes They Canton thy vast Wit to build small Playes He comes his Volume breaks through clowds and dust Downe little Witts Ye must refund Ye must Nor comes he private here 's great BEAUMONT too How could one single World encompasse Two For these Co.heirs had equall power to teach All that all Witts both can and cannot reach Shakespear was early up and went so drest As for those dawning houres he knew was best But when the Sun shone forth You Two thought fit To weare just Robes and leave off Trunk-hose-Wit Now now 't was Perfect None must looke for New Manners and Scenes may alter but not You For Yours are not meere Humours gilded straines The Fashion lost Your massy Sense remaines Some thinke Your VVitts of two Complexions fram'd That One the Sock th' Other the Buskin claim'd That should the Stage embattaile all it's Force FLETCHER would lead the Foot BEAUMONT the Horse But you were Both for Both not Semi-witts Each Piece is wholly Two yet never splits Y' are not Two Faculties and one Soule still He th' Understanding Thou the quick free Will But as two Voyces in one Song embrace FLETCHER'S keen Trebble and deep BEAUMONTS Base Two full Congeniall Soules still Both prevail'd His Muse and Thine were Quarter'd not Impal'd Both brought Your Ingots Both toil'd at the Mint Beat melted sifted till no drosse stuck in 't Then in each Others scales weigh'd every graine Then smooth'd and burnish'd then weigh'd all againe Stampt Both your Names upon 't at one bold Hit Then then 't was Coyne as well as Bullion-Wit Thus Twinns But as when Fate one Eye deprives That other strives to double which survives So BEAVMONT dy'd yet left in Legacy His Rules and Standard-wit FLETCHER to Thee Still the same Planet though not fill'd so soon A Two-horn'd Crescent then now one Full-moon Joynt Love before now Honour doth provoke So th' old Twin-Giants forcing a huge Oake One slipp'd his footing th' Other sees him fall Grasp'd the whole Tree and single held up all Imperiall FLETCHER here begins thy Raigne Scenes flow like Sun-beams from thy glorious Brain Thy swift dispatching Soule no more doth stay Then He that built two Citties in one day Ever brim full and sometimes running o're To feede poore languid VVitts that waite at doore VVho creep and creep yet ne're above-ground stood For Creatures have most Feet which have least Blood But thou art still that Bird of Paradise VVhich hath no feet and ever nobly flies Rich lusty Sence such as the Poet ought For Poems if not Excellent are Naught Low wit in Scenes in state a Peasant goes If meane and flat let it foot Yeoman Prose That such may spell as are not Readers grown To whom He that writes VVit shews he hath none Brave Shakespeare flow'd yet had his Ebbings too Often above Himselfe sometimes below Thou Alwayes Best if ought seem'd to decline 'T was the unjudging Rout's mistake not Thine Thus thy faire SHEPHEARDESSE which the bold Heape False to Themselves and Thee did prize so cheap VVas found when understood fit to be Crown'd At worst 't was worth two hundred thousand pound Some blast thy Works test we should track their VValke Where they steale all those few good things they talke Wit-Burglary must chide those it feeds on For Plunder'd folkes ought to be rail'd upon But as stoln goods goe off at halfe their worth Thy strong Sence pall's when they purloine it forth When did'st Thou borrow where 's the man e're read Ought begg'd by Thee from those Alive or Dead Or from dry Goddesses as some who when They stuffe their page with Godds write worse then Men Thou was 't thine owne Muse and hadst such vast odds Thou out-writ'st him whose verse made all those Godds Surpassing those our Dwarfish Age up reares As much as Greeks or Latines thee in yeares Thy Ocean Fancy knew nor Bankes nor Damms VVe ebbe downe dry to pebble-Anagrams Dead and insipid all despairing fit Lost to behold this great Relapse of VVit What strength remaines is like that wilde and fierce Till Iohnson made good Poets and right Verse Such boyst'rous Trifles Thy Muse would not brooke Save when she 'd show how scurvily they looke No savage Metaphors things rudely Great Thou dost display not butcher a Conceit Thy Nerves have Beauty which Invades and Charms Lookes like a Princesse harness'd in bright Armes Nor art Thou Loud and Cloudy those that do Thunder so much do 't without Lightning too Tearing themselves and almost split their braine To render harsh what thou speak'st free and cleane Such gloomy Sense may passe for High and Proud But true-born VVit still flies above the Cloud Thou knewst 't was Impotence what they call Height Who blusters strong i' th Darke but creeps it 'h Light And as thy thoughts were cleare so Innocent Thy Phancy gave no unswept Language vent Slaunderst not Lawes prophan'st no holy Page As if thy Fathers
make all happy How does the Generall the valiant Memnon And how his wars Eumenes Eume. The Gods have giv'n you royall Sir a Souldier Better ne're sought a danger more approv'd In way of war more master of his fortunes Expert in leading 'em in doing valiant In following all his deeds to Victories And holding fortune certaine there King O Souldier Thou speak'st a man indeed a Generall Generall A soule conceiv'd a Souldier Eumen. Ten set Battells Against the strong usurper Diocles Whom long experience had begot a Leader Ambition rais'd too mighty hath your Memnon Won and won gloriously distrest and shooke him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing In three he beat the thunder-bolt his brother Forc'd him to wall himselfe up there not safe Shooke him with warlike Engines like an earthquake Till like a snaile he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hidious darknesse to destruction Disarm'd for ever rising more twelve Castles Some though impregnable Townes twice as many Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildnesse hath this Generall With losse of blood youth through storms tempests Cal'd to your faire obedience Drum within King O my Souldier That thou wert now within my arms what drums Drum Are those that beat Eumenes Eumen. His my Soveraigne Himselfe i' th head of conquest drawing home An old man now to offer up his glories And endlesse conquest at your shrine King Goe all And entertaine him with all Ceremonie Wee 'le keep him now a Courtier Eumen. Sir a strange one Pray God his language beare it by my life Sir He knowes no complement nor curious casting Of words into fit places ere he speak 'em He can say fight well fellow and I 'le thanke thee He that must eat must sweat bring up the reare there Or charge that wing of horse home Florish King Goe too goe too Ent. Memnon and a traine of Courtiers souldiers two Captains Chilax Valiant and wise are twins Sir welcome welcome Welcome my fortunate and famous Generall High in thy Princes favour as in fame Welcome to Peace and Paphos Mem. Thanke your Grace And would to God my dull tongue had that sweetnesse To thanke you as I should but pardon me My sword and I speake roughly Sir your battells I dare well say I have fought well for I bring ye That lazie end you wish for Peace so fully That no more name of war is who now thinkes Sooner or safer these might have bin ended Begin 'em If ye dare againe I 'le thanke him Souldier and Souldiers Mate these twenty five yeares At length your Generall as one whose merit Durst looke upon no lesse I have waded through Dangers would damp't these soft soules but to heare of The maidenheads of thousand lives hangs here Sir Since which time Prince I know no Court but Marshall No oylie language but the shock of Armes No dalliance but with death No lofty measures But weary and sad marches cold and hunger Larums at midnight Valours selfe would shake at Yet I ne're shrunke Balls of consuming Wildfire That lickt men up like lightning have I laught at And tost 'em back againe like childrens trifles Upon the edges of my Enemies swords I have marcht like whirle-windes fury at this hand waiting Death at my right Fortune my forlorne hope When I have grapled with destruction And tug'd with pale fac'd Ruine Night and Mischiefe Frighted to see a new day breake in bloud And every where I conquer'd and for you sir Mothers have wanted wombes to make me famous And blowne ambition dangers Those that griev'd ye I have taken order for i' th' earth those fooles That shall hereafter K. No more wars my souldier K. takes Mem. aside and talkes with him We must now treat of peace sir Clean. How he talkes How gloriously Cal. A goodly timber'd fellow Valiant no doubt Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting In what a phrase he speakes as if his actions Could be set of in nothing but a noise Sure has a drum in 's mouth Cal. I wonder wenches How he would speake to us Clean. Nothing but larum Tell us whose throat he cut shew us his sword And blesse it for sure biting Lucippe And t like your Grace I doe not thinke he knowes us what we are Or to what end for I have heard his followers Affirme he never saw a woman that exceeded A Sutlers wife yet or in execution Old bedrid Beldames without teeth or tongues That would not flie his furie how he lookes Clean. This way devoutly Cal Sure his Lordship 's viewing Our Fortifications Lucip. If he mount at me I may chance choake his Battery Cal. Still his eye Keeps quarter this way Venus grant his valour Be not in love Clean. If he be presently Expect a Herrald and a Trompet with ye To bid ye render we two Perdu's pay for 't else King I 'le leave ye to my sister and these Ladies To make your welcome fuller my good souldier We must now turne your sternnesse into Courtship When ye have done there to your fair repose sir Florish I know you need it Memnon welcome gentlemen Ex. Ki. Luci. Now he begins to march Madam the Van 's yours Keep your ground sure 't is for your spurrs Mem. O Venus He kneeles amaz'd and forgets to speake Cal. How he stares on me Clean. Knight him Madam knight him He will grow tooth ground els Eumenes Speake sir 't is the Princesse 1 Capt. Ye shame your selfe speake to her Cal. Rise and speake sir Ye are welcome to the Court to me to all sir Lucip. Is he not deafe Cal. The Gentleman 's not well Eumen. Fie noble Generall Lucip. Give him fresh aire his colour goes how do ye The Princesse will be glad sir Mem. Peace and heare me Clean. Command a silence there Mem. I love thee Lady Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily proceed sir Lucip. Lord how it stuck in 's stomack like a surfet Clean. It breaks apace now from him God be thanked What a fine spoken man he is Lucip. A choice one of singular variety in carriage Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance Mem. With all my heart I love thee Cal. A hearty gentleman And I were eene an arrand beast my Lord But I lov'd you againe Mem. Good Lady kisse me Clean. I marry Mars there thou cam'st close up to her Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord 't is no faire fashion Our lips are like Rose buds blowne with mens breaths They loose both sap and savour there 's my hand sir Eumen. Fie fie my Lord this is too rude Mem. Unhand me Consume me if I hurt her good sweet Lady Let me but looke upon thee Cal. Doe Mem. Yet Cal. Well sir Take your full view Lucip. Blesse your eyes sir Cal. Mercie Is this the man they talkt of for a souldier So absolute and Excellent O the Gods If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for
man Siph. But Chilax Where are her women Chi. None but your Graces Sister Because she would have it privat to the world yet Knowes of this businesse Siph. I shall thanke the Chilax Thou art a carefull man Chi. Your Graces servant Siph. I 'le find a fit place for thee Chi. If you will not There 's a good Lady will she points yee forward Away and take your fortune not a word sir So you are greas'd I hope Exit Siph. Cloe. manet Chi. Enter Stremon Foole and Boy Chi. Stremon Foole Picus Where have you left your Lord Strem. I' th' Temple Chilax Chi. Why are ye from him Strem. Why the King is with him And all the Lords Chi. Is not the Princesse there too Strem. Yes And the strangest coile amongst 'em She weeps bitterly The King entreats and frownes my Lord like Autumne Drops off his hopes by handfulls all the Temple Sweats with this Agonie Chi. Where 's young Polidor Strem. Dead as they said o' th' sudden Chi. Dead Strem. For certaine But not yet knowne abroad Chi. There 's a new trouble A brave young man he was but we must all die Strem. Did not the Generall meet you this morning Like a tall stallion Nun Chi. No more a that Boy Strem. You had been ferreting Chi. That 's all one Foole My Master foole that taught my wits to traffique What has your wisdome done how have you profited Out with your Audit come you are not emptie Put out mine eye with twelve pence do you shaker What thinke you of this shaking here 's with coxcombe Ha boyes ha my fine rascalls here 's a Ring Pulls out a Purse How right they goe Foole. O let me ring the fore-bell Chi. And here are thumpers Chickens golden rogues â—it wit ye rascalls Foole. I have a Sty here Chilax Chi. I have no gold to cure it not a penny Not one crosse Cavalier we are dull Sou'diers Grosse heavy-headed fellowes fight for victualls Foole. Why ye are the spirits of the time Chi. By no meanes Foole. The valiant firie Chi. Fy fie no Foole. Be-lee-me sir Chi. I woo'd I could sir Fool. I will satisfie ye Chi. But I will not content you alas poore boy Thou shewst an honest nature weepes for thy Master There 's a red rogue to buy thee handkerchers Foole. A was an honest Gentleman I have lost too Chi. Ye have indeed your labour Foole but Stremon Doest thou want money too no virtue living No firking out at fingers ends Strem. It seemes so Chi. Will ye all serve me Strem. Yes when ye are Lord Generall For lesse I will not goe Chi. There 's gold for thee then Thou hast a souldiers minde Foole Fool. Here your first man Chi. I will give thee for thy wit for 't is a fine wit A daintie diving wit hold up just nothing Goe graze i' th' commons yet I am mercifull There 's six pence buy a Saucer steale an old gowne And beg i' th' Temple for a Prophet come away boyes Let 's see how things are carried Foole up sirra You may chance get a dinner Boy your preferment I 'le undertake for your brave Masters sake You shall not perish Fool. Chilax Chi. Please me well Foole And you shall light my pipes Away to th' Temple But stay the Kings here sport upon sport Boyes Enter King Lords Siphax kneeling Cloe with a Vaile King What would you have Captaine Speake suddenly for I am wondrous busie Siph. A Pardon Royall sir King For what Siph. For that Which was heav'ns will should not be mine alone sir My marrying with this Lady King It needs no Pardon For marriage is no sin Si. Not in it selfe sir But in presuming too much Yet heav'n knowes So does the Oracle that cast it on me And the Princesse royall sir King What Princesse Siph. O be not angrie my dread King your Sister King My sister she 's i' th' Temple man Siph. She is here sir Lord The Captain 's mad she is kneeling at the Altar King I know she is with all my heart good Captain I do forgive ye both be unvail'd Lady Puts off her vaile Will ye have more forgivenes the mans frantick Come let 's goe bring her out God give yee joy sir Siph. How Cloe my old Cloe Exit King Lords Cloe. Even the same sir Chi. Gods give your manhood much content Strem. The Princesse Lookes something mustie since her comming over Fool. 'T were good youl 'd brush her over Siph. Fooles and Fidlers Make sport at my abuse too Foole. O 't is the nature Of us Fooles to make bold with one another But you are wise brave sirs Chi. Cheere up your Princesse Believe it sir the King will not be angry Or say he were why 't was the Oracle The Oracle and like your Grace the Oracle Strem. And who most mighty Siphax Siph. With mine owne whore Cloe. With whom els should ye marry speak your conscience Will ye transgresse the law of Armes that ever Rewards the Souldier with his owne sins Siph. Devills Cloe. Ye had my maiden-head my youth my sweetnes Is it not justice then Siph. I see it must be But by this hand I 'le hang a lock upon thee Cloe. You shall not need my honesty shall doe it Siph. If there be wars in all the world Cloe. I 'le with ye For you know I have bin a souldier Come curse on when I need another Oracle Chi. Send for me Siphax I 'le fit ye with a Princesse And so to both your honours Foole. And your graces Siph. The Devill grace ye all Cloe. God a mercy Chilax Chi. Shall we laugh halfe an houre now Strem. No the King comes And all the traine Chi. Away then our Act 's ended Exeunt Enter King Calis Memnon and Cleanthe Curtisan Lords King You know he do's deserve ye loves ye dearly You know what bloody violence had us'd The Hearse ready Polidor Eumenes Captains Upon himselfe but that his brother crost it You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him And covet to take birth Look on him Lady The wars have not so far consum'd him yet Cold age disabled him or sicknesse sunk him To be abhorr'd looke on his Honour sister That beares no stamp of time no wrinkles on it No sad demolishment nor death can reach it Looke with the eyes of heaven that nightlie waken To view the wonders of my glorious Maker And not the weaknesse looke with your vertuous eyes And then clad royaltie in all his conquests His matchlesse love hung with a thousand merits Eternall youth attending Fame and Fortune Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues He shall appeare a miracle looke on our dangers Looke on the publique ruine Calis O deare brother King Fie let us not like proud and greedy waters Gaine to give off againe this is our Sea And you his Cynthia govern him take heed His stouds have bin as hie and full as any And gloriously now is got up to the girdle The
they be hardly lost Gen. Come these are tricks I smell 'em I will goe Ser. Have I not still profest my selfe your friend Gen. Yes but you never shewd it to me yet Ser. But now I will because I see you wise And give ye thus much light into a businesse That came to me but now be resolute Stand stifly to it that you will depart And presently Gen. Why so I meane to doe Ser. And by this light you may be what you will Will you be secret Sir Gen. Why what 's the matter Ser. The King does feare you Gent. How Ser. And is now in Counsell Gent. About me Ser. About you and you be wise You 'l finde hee 's in Counsell about you His Councellours have told him all the truth Gent. What truth Ser. Why that which now he knows too well Gent. What is 't Ser. That you have followed him seven years With a great traine and though he have not grac't you Yet you have div'd into the hearts of thousands With liberality and noble carriage And if you should depart home unprefer'd All discontented and seditious spirits Would flocke to you and thrust you into action With whose help your Tenants who doth not know If you were so dispos'd How great a part of this yet fertile peaceful realm of Fran You might make desolate but when the King Heard this Gent. what said he Ser. Nothing but shook As never Christian Prince did shake before And to be short you may be what you will But be not ambitious Sir sit downe With moderate honours least you make your selfe More feard Gent. I know Sir what I have to doe In mine own businesse Enter Longavile Long. Where 's Monsieur Mount Marine Ser. Why there he stands will you ought with him Long. Yes Good day Monsieur Marine Gent. Good day to you Long. His Majesty doth commend himselfe Most kindly to you Sir and hath by me Sent you this favour kneele downe rise a Knight Gent. I thank his Majesty Long. And he doth further request you Not to leave the Court so soone For though your former merits have been slighted After this time there shall no Office fall Worthy your spirit as he doth confesse There 's none so great but you shall surely have it Ser. Do you heare if you yield yet you are an asse Gent. I 'le shew my service to his Majesty In greater things then these but for this small one I must intreat his Highnesse to excuse me Long. I 'le beare your Knightly words unto the King And bring his Princely answer backe againe Exit Long Ser. VVell said be resolute a while I know There is a tide of honours comming on I warrant you Enter Bewford Bew. VVhere is this new made Knight Gent. Here Sir Bew. Let me enfold you in my arms Then call you Lord the King will have it so Who doth entreat your Lordship to remember His message sent to you by Longavile Ser. If ye be durty and dare not mount aloft You may yield now I know what I would do Gent. Peace I will fit him tell his Majesty I am a Subject and I do confesse I serve a gracious Prince that thus hath heapt Honours on me without desert but yet As for the message businesse urgeth me I must be gone and he must pardon me Were he ten thousand Kings and Emperours Bew. I 'le tell him so Ser. Why this was like your selfe Bew. As he hath wrought him 't is the finest fellow That ere was Christmas Lord he carries it So truly to the life as though he were One of the plot to gull himselfe Exit Bewf Ser. Why so you sent the wisest and the shrewdest Unto the King I swear my honoured friend That ever any Subject sent his Liege Gent. Nay now I know I have him on the hip I 'le follow it Enter Longavile Long. My honourable Lord Give me your noble hand right courteous Peer And from henceforth be a courtly Earl The King so wills and Subjects must obey Only he doth desire you to consider Of his request Ser. Why faith your well my Lord yield to him Gent. Yield why 't was my plot Ser. Nay 't was your wives plot Gent. To get preferment by it And thinks he now to pop me i th mouth But with an Earldome I le be one step higher Ser. 'T is the finest Lord I am afraid anon He will stand upon 't to share the Kingdome with him Enter Bewford Bew. Wher 's this Courtly Earle His Majesty commends his love unto you And will you but now grant to his request He bids you be a Duke and chuse of whence Ser. Why if you yield not now you are undone What can you wish to have more but the Kingdome Gent. So please his Majesty I would be Du of Burgundy Because I like the place Bew. I Know the King is pleas'd Gen. Then will I stay and kisse his Highnesse hand Bew. His Majesty wil be a glad man when he hears it Lon. But how shall we keep this from the worlds eare That some one tell him not he is no Duke Ser. Wee 'l think of that anon Why Gentlemen is this a gracious habit for a Duke Each gentle body set a finger to To pluck the clouds of this his riding weeds From off the orient sunne of his best cloths I 'le pluck one boot and spur off Long. I another Bew. I le pluck his Jerkin off Ser. Sit down my Lord Both his spurs off at once good Longavile And Bewford take that scarfe off and that hat Doth not become his largely sprouting fore-head Now set your gracious foot to this of mine One pluck will do it so off with the other Lon. Loe thus your servant Longavile doth pluck The trophy of your former gentry off Off with his Jerkin Bewford Ser. Didst thou never see A nimble footed Taylor stand so in his stockings Whilst some friend help to pluck his Jerkin off To dance a Jigg Enter Jaques Lon. Here 's his man Jaques come Booted and ready still Ja. My Mistris stayes Why how now Sir what do your Worship mean To plucke your grave and thrifty habit off Gent. My slippers Jaques Lon. O thou mighty Duke Pardon this man That thus hath trespassed in ignorance Gent. I pardon him Lon. His Graces slippers Jaques Ia. Why what 's the matter Lon. Foot-man hee 's a Duke The King hath rais'd him above all his land Ja. I 'le to his Couzen presently and tell him so O what a dung-hill countrey rogue was I Exit Iaques Enter Wife Ser. See see my Mistrisse Lon. Let 's observe their greeting Wife Unto your will as every good wife ought I have turnd all my thoughts and now am ready Gent. O Wife I am not worthy to kisse the least Of all thy toes much lesse thy thumb Which yet I would be bold with all thy counsell Hath been to me Angelicall but mine to thee Hath been most durty like my mind Deare Duchesse
know HVGH CAPET was the first Next his Sonne Robert Henry then and Phillip With Lewis and his Sonne a Lewis too And of that name the seventy but all this Springs from a female as it shall appeare Duke Now give me leave I grant you this your title At the first sight carryes some shew of truth But if ye weigh it well ye shall finde light Is not his Majestie possest in peace And justice executed in his name And can you thinke the most Christian King Would do this if he saw not reason for it Shat. But had not the tenth Lewis a sole daughter Duke I cannot tell Shat. But answer me directly Duke It is a most seditious question Shat. Is this your justice Duke I stand for my King Shat. Was ever heire apparant thus abus'd I 'le have your head for this Duke Why do your worst Shat. Will no one stir to apprehend this traytor A guard about my person will none come Must my owne royall hands performe the deede Then thus I do arrest you Duke Treason help Enter Wife Long and Bew. and Servant Wife Help help my Lord and husband Duke Help thy Duke Long. Forbeare his graces person Shat. Forbeare you to touch him that Your heire apparant weds But by this hand I will have all your heads Exit Ser. How doth your grace Duke Why well Ser. How do you finde his title Duke 'T is a dangerous one As can come by a female Ser. I 't is true But the law Salicke cuts him off from all Long. I do beseech your grace how stands his title Duke Pew nothing the law Shallicke cuts him off from all Wife My gracious husband you must now prepare In all your graces pomp to entertaine Your cozen who is now a convertite And followes here this night he will be here Duke Be ready all in hast I do intend To shew before my cozens wondring face Exeunt omnes The greatnesse of my pomp and of my place Actus quartus Enter Cozen his Wife Co. Sirra is all things carried to the Taylor The measure and the fashion of the gowne With the best trim Man Yes Sir 't will be ready within this two dayes Co. For my selfe I care not I have a suite or two of ancient velvet Which with some small correcting and addition May steale into the presence Wife Would my Gowne were ready husband I 'le lay my life To make you something ere to morrow night Co. It must not bee Before we see the Duke and have advice How to behave ourselves le ts in the while And keep our selves from knowledge till time shall call us Enter Long and Bewford Exeunt Long. I much admire the fierce masculine spirit Of this dread Amazon Bew. This following night I 'le have a wench in solace Long. Sir I heare you And will be with you if I live no more Enter Maria Ma. My Lady would intreate your presence Gentlman Bew. We will obey your Lady she is worthy Long. You light alone a word or two Ma. Your will Sir Long. Harke in your eare wilt thou be maried speake wilt thou marry Ma. Maried to whom Sir Long. To a proper fellow landed and able bodied Ma. Why do you flout me Sir Long. I sweare I do not I love thee for thy Ladies sake be free Ma. If I could meet such matches as you speake of I were a very child to loose my time Sir Long. What saiest thou to Mounsier Bewford Mar. Sir I say hee 's a proper Gentleman and far Above my meanes to looke at Long. Dost thou like him Ma. Yes Sir and ever did Long He is thine owne Mar. You are too greate in promises Long. Be rul'd and follow my advice he shall be thine Mar. Would you would make it good Sir Long. Do but thus Get thee a cushion underneath thy cloathes And leave the rest to me Mar. I 'le be your scholler I cannot loose much by the venture sure Long. Thou wilt loose a prettie maiden head my rogue Or I am much o' th bow hand you 'le remember If all this take effect who did it for you And what I may deserve for such a kindnesse Ma. Yours Sir Exeunt Enter Jaques and Shatillion severally Ja. Save ye Sir Sha. Save the King Ja. I pray you Sir which is the nearest way Sha. Save the King this is the nearest way Ja. Which is the nearest way to the post house Sha. God save the King and his post Ja. I pray Sir direct me to the house Sha. Heaven save the King you cannot catch me Sir Ja. I do not understand you Sir Sha. You do not I say you cannot catch me Sir Ja. Not catch you Sir Sha. No Sir nor can the King With all his stratagems and his forced tricks Although he put his nobles in disguise Never so oft to sift into my words By course of law lay hold upon my life Ja. It is businesse that my Lord the Duke Is by the King imployed in and he thinks I am acquainted with it Sha. I shall not need to ripp the cause up From the first to you But if his Majesty had suffered me To marry her though she be after him The right heire generall to the Crowne of France I would not have convayed her into Spaine As it was thought nor would I ere have joyn'd With the reformed Churches to make them Stand for my cause Ja. I do not thinke you would Shat. I thanke you Sir And since I see you are a favorer Of vertues kept in bondage Tell directly to my soveraigne King For so I will acknowledge him for ever How you have found my staid affections Setled for peace and for the present state Ja. Why Sir Sha. And good Sir tell him further this That notwithstanding all suggestions Brought to him against me and all his suspitions Which are innumerall to my treasons If he will warrant me but publique tryall I 'le freely yeild my selfe into his hands Can he have more then this Ja. No by my troth Sha. I would his Majesty would heare but reason As well as you Ja. But Sir you do mistake me For I never saw the King In all my life but once therefore good Sir May it please you to shew me which is the post house Sha. I cry you mercie Sir then you 'r my freind Ja. Yes Sir Sha. And such men are very rare with me The post house is hard by farewell Ja. I thanke you Sir I must ride hard to night And it is darke already Shat. I am cruell to send this man directly to his death That is my freind and I might easily save him He shall not dye come backe my freind come backe Ja. What is your will Sha. do you not know Ja. Not I Sha. And do you gather nothing by my face Ja. No Sir Sha. Vertue is ever innocent La not the fault on me I greive for you And wish that all my teares might win your safety Ja. Why Sir Sha. Alas
good freind you are undone The more ill fortune mine to be the meanes Of your sad overthrow you know not me Ja. No truely Sir Sha. Would you had never seene me I am a man pursu'd by the whole state And sure some one hath seene me talke with you Ja. Yes divers Sir Sha. Why then your head is gon Ja. I 'le out of towne Sha. Would it were soone enough Stay if you love your life or else you are taken Ja. What shall I do Sha. I 'le venture deeply for him Rather then to cast away an innocent Take courage friend I will preserve thy life With hazard of mine owne Ja. I thanke you Sir Sha. This night thou shalt be lodg'd within my doores Which shall be all lookt fast and in the morne I 'le so provide you shall have free accesse To the Sea side and so be shipt away Ere any know it Ja. Good Sir suddainly I am afraide to dye Sha. Then follow me Exeunt Enter Shatillions Love Love This way he went and there 's the house I hope His better Angell hath directed him To leave the wandring streetes poore Gentleman Would I were able with as free a hart To set his soule right as I am to grieue The ruine of his fame which God forgive me Sir if you be within I pray Sir speake to me Shat. I am within and will be what are you Love A friend Shat. No Sir you must pardon me I am acquainted with none such be speedy Friend there is no other remedy Love A word Sir I say I am your friend Shat. You cannot scape by any other meanes Be not feareful God save the King What 's your businesse Sir Lov. To speake with you Shat. Speake out then Lov. Shall I not come up Shat. Thou shalt not flye if thou beest thin own friend There lyes the sute and all the furniture Belonging to the head on with it friend Lov. Sir do you heare Shat. I do God blesse the King It was a habit I had laid aside For my owne person if the state had forced me Love Good Sir unlocke your dore Shat. Be full of speede I see some 20 Musketeeres in ambush What ere thou art know I am here and will be Seest thou this bloody sword that cryes revenge Shake not my friend through millions of these foes I 'le be thy guard and set thee safe aboard Lov. Dare you not trust me Sir Shat. My good before me And my alleagance to the King I tell thee Captaine for so I guesse thee by thy armes And the loose flancks of halberdeeres about thee Thou art too weake and foolish to attempt me If you be ready follow me and harke you Upon your life speake to no living wight Except my selfe Love Monsieur Shattillion Shat. Thou shalt not call agen thus with my sword And the strong faith I beare unto the King Whom God preserve I will descend my chamber And cut thy throate I sweare I 'le cut thy throate Steale after me and live Love I will not stay The furie of a man so farr distracted Exit Love Enter Shattillion Where 's the Officer that dares not enter To intrap the life of my distressed friend I have you hid your selfe you must be found What do you feare is not authority on your side Nay I know the Kings command Will be your warrant why then feare you speake What strange designes are these Shattillion Be resolute and beare thy selfe upright Though the whole world despise thee soft me thinks I heard a rushing which was like the shake Of a discovered Officer I 'le search The whole streete over but I 'le finde thee out Exit Enter Jaques in womens apparell Ja. How my joyntes do shake where had I been But for this worthy Gentleman that Hath some touch of my infortunes would I were Safe under hatches once for Callicut Farewell the pomp of Court I never more Can hope to be a Duke or any thing I never more shall see thy glorious face Of my faire spreading Lord that loved me well Enter Shattillion Shat. Flye you so fast I had a sight of you But would not follow you I was too wise You shall not lead me with a cunning tricke Where you may catch me poore Shatillion Hath the Kings anger left thee never a friend No all mens loves move by the breath of Kings Ja. It is the Gent. that sav'd my life Sir Shat. Blesse Shatillion another plot Ja. No Sir 't is I Shat. Why who are you Ja. Your friend whom you preserved Shat. Whom I preserved My friend I have no woman friend but one Who is to close in prison to be here Come neere let me looke on you Ja. 'T is I Shat. You should not be a woman by your stature Ja. I am none Sir Shat. I know it then keepe off Strange men and times how I am still preserv'd Here they have sent a yeoman of the guard Disguis'd in womans cloathes to worke on me To make love to me and to trap my words And so insnare my life I know you Sir Stand back upon your perill can this bee In christian common weales from this time forth I 'le cut off all the meanes to worke on me I 'le nere stirr from my house and keep my doores Lockt day and night and cheapen meat and drink At the next shops by signes out of my window And having bought it draw it up in my garters Ja. Sir will you help me Shat. Do not follow me I 'le take a course to live despight of men Exit Shat. Ja. He dares not venture for me wretched Jaques Thou art undone for ever and for ever Never to rise againe what shall I do Enter Bew. Where shall I hide me here 's one to take me I must stand close and not speake for my life Bew. This is the time of night and this the haunte In which I use to catch my wasccoatieres It is not very darke no I shall spie 'em I have walkt out in such a pitchy night I could not see my fingers this farr off And yet have brought whom venson by the smell I hope they have not left their old walke ah Have I spied you sitting by this light To me there 's no such fine sight in the world As a white-apron twixt twelve and one See how it glisters do you thinke to scape So now I have you fast come and do not strive It takes away the edge of appetite Come I 'le be liberall every way Exeunt Take heed you make no noyse for waking of the watch Enter Cozen and his Wife Coz. Now the blessing of some happy guide To bring us to the Duke and we are ready Enter Long and Servant Come forward see the doore is opend And two of his Gent. I 'le speake to them And marke how I behave my selfe God saue yee For lesse I cannot wish to men of sort of your seeming Are you of the Dukes Long. We are Sir and your servants your
salutes We give you backe againe with many thankes Co. When did you heare such words before wife peace Do you not dare to answer yet s 't fit So meane a Gentleman as my selfe should crave The presence of the great Duke your Master Ser. Sir you may Long. Shall we desire your name and businesse Sir And wee will presently informe him of you Co. My name is Cleremont Ser. You are his graces kinsman Or I am much mistaken Co. You are right Some of his noble blood runs through these veines Though far unworthy of his graces knowledge Long. Sir we must all be yours his graces kinsman And we so much forgetfull 't was a rudenesse And must attend your pardon thus I crave it First to this beauteous Lady whom I take To be your wife Sir next your mercie Cous. You have it Sir I do not like this kissing It lyes so open to a world of wishes Ser. This is the merry fellow this is he That must be noble too Long. And so he shall If all the art I have can make him noble I 'le dub him with a Knight-hood if his wife VVill be but forward and joyne issue I like her above excellent Ser. VVilt please you To walke a turne or two whilst to the Duke VVe make your comming known Exit Ser. Long Cous. I shal attend Sir Wife These Gentlemen are very proper men And kisse the best that ere I tasted For goodnesse-sake husband let us never more Come neare the Countrey what so ere betide us I am in malice with the memory Of that same stinking dung-hill Cous. VVhy now you are my chicken and my dear Love where I love hate where I hate now You shall have twenty gownes and twenty chaines See the doore is opening Groom Roome afore there the Duke is entring Enter Duke Wife Long Servant Maria Cos. 'T is the Duke even he himselfe be merry This is the golden age the Poet speaks on Wife I pray it be not brazen'd by their faces And yet me thinks they are the neatest pieces For shape and cutting that ere I beheld Cous. Most gracious Duke my poor Spouse my selfe Do kisse your mighty foote and next to that The great hand of your Duchesse ever wishing Your honours ever-springing and your yeares Du. Cozen Cous. Your Graces vassall far unworthy The nearnesse of your blood Du. Correct me not I know the word I speake And know the person Though I be something higher then the place VVhere common men have motion and discending Down with my eye their formes are lessened to me Yet from this pitch can I behold my owne From millions of those men that have no marke And in my fearfull stoop can make them stand VVhen others feele my soule and perish Cozen Be comforted you are very welcome so Is your faire wife the charge of whom I give To my own dearest and best beloved Tell me have you resolv'd your selfe for Court And utterly renounce the slavish Countrey VVith all the cares thereof Cous. I have sir Du. Have you dismist your eating houshold Sold your hangings of Nebuchadnezar for such they were As I remember with the furnitures Belonging to your beds and chambers Cous. I Sir Du. Have you most carefully tane off the lead From your roofe weake with age and so prevented The ruine of your house and clapt him In a summer suite of thatch to keepe him coole Cous. All this I have perform'd Du. Then lend me all your hands I will embrace my Cozen VVho is an understanding Gentleman And with a zeale mighty as is my name Once more I bid you welcome to the Court My state againe Duch. As I was telling you your husband Must be no more Commander looke to that Be severall at meate and lodging let him have Boord-wages and dyet 'mongst his men it 'h towne For pleasure if he be given too 't let him have it Else as your own fancie shall direct you Cozen you see this mighty man here he was an asse When he came first to towne indeed he was Just such another coxcomb as your husband God blesse the mark and every good mans childe This must not stir you Cozen Wife Heaven forbid Long. Sweet Maria provide the cushion ready for it Mat. It shall be done Du. Receive all your advices from our selfe Be once a day with us and so farewell For this time my faire Cozen Gentlemen Conduct him to his lodging Duch. Farewell and think upon my words Wife I shall observe them Exit Duke and Duchesse Cous. Health and the Kings continuall love attend you Ser. O for a private place to ease my lungs Heaven give me patience such a paire of Jades Were never better ridden to this houre Pray heaven they hold out to the journeys end Long. Twitch him aside good Monsieur whilst I breake Upon the body of his strength his wife I have a constant promise she is my own Ser. Ply her to wind-ward Monsieur you have taken The most compendious way to raise your selfe That could have been delivered by a councell Cous. I have some certaine aimes Sir but my wife Ser. Your wife you must not let that trouble you Cous. It will Sir to see her in a strangers armes Ser. What mean you let her alone be wise stir not a foot For if you do all your hopes are buryed I sweare you are a lost man if you stir Cous. I thanke you Sir I will be more advis'd Ser. But what great Office do you levell at Cous. Sir they are kissing Ser. Let them kisse And much may do their good hearts they must kisse And kisse and double kisse and kisse againe Or you may kisse the post for any rising Had your noble Kinsman ever mounted To these high Spheres of honour now he moves in But for the kisses of his wife Cous. I Know not Ser. Then I doe credite me he had been lost A fellow of no mark and no repute Had not his wife kist soone and very sweetly She was an excellent woman and dispatcht him To his full being in a moment Sir Exit Long Wife Cous. But yet me thinks he should not take her Sir Into a private roome Ser. Now stand and flourish You are a made man for ever I doe envy you if you stand your fortunes up You are the happiest man but your great Cozen This day in Court well I will marry surely And not let every man out-run me thus 'T is time to be mine owne friend I live In towne here and direct the readiest way To other men and be a slave my selfe Co. Nay good Sir be not mov'd I am your servant And will not be ungratefull for this knowledge Ser. Will you be walking home Co. I would desire to have my wife along Ser. You are too raw Be gon and take no notice where you left her Let her returne at leisure if she stay A moneth 't will be the better understand me This Gentleman can doe 't Exit Cozen Co.
faith Duke Now good wife make me understand that point Dutch Why that you shall did I not bring you hither Duke Yes Dutch And were not all those honours wrought out of the fire by me Duke By you Dutch By me how strang you make it When you came first did you not walke the Town In a long cloake halfe compasse an old hat Linde with vellure and on it for a band A skeine of crimson cruell Duke I confesse it Dutch And tooke base courses Duke Base Dutch Base by this light extreame base and scurvie monstrous base Duke What were these courses wife Dutch Why you shall know Did you not thus attired trot up and down Plotting for vild and lowsie offices And agreed with the Sergiant of the beares To buy his place deny this if you can Duke Why it is true Dutch And was not that monstrous base Duke Be advis'd wife a beare 's a princly beast Dutch A beare Duke Yes wife and one side venson Dutch You 'r more then one side foole I 'm sure of that Duke But since you have vext me wife know you shall go Nor you shall never have penny from me Dutch Nay I have done and though I know 't will be Your overthrow I 'le not forsake you now Duke Be ready then Exit Duke Dutch I will Enter Bewf Long Serua Maria Long. What are you married Bewford Bew. I as fast as words and hearts and hands Priest can make us Dutch O Gentlemen we are undone Long. For what Dutch This Gentleman the Lord of lorne my husband Will be gon downe to shew his play fellowes Where he is gay Bew. What downe into the Countrey Dutch Yes faith was ever foole but he so crosse I would as faine be gracious to him As he could wish me but he will not let me Speake faithfully will he deserve my mercy Long. According to his merits he should weare A guarded coate and a great wooden dagger Dutch If there be any woman that doth knowe The duties 'twixt a husband and his wife Will speake but one word for him he shall scape Is not that reasonable but ther 's none Be ready therefore to pursue the plot We had against a pinch for he must stay Long. VVaite you here for him whilst I go And make the King acquainted with your sport For feare he be incens'd for our attempting Places of so great honour Exit Long Dutch Go be speedy Enter Duke Cozen Wife Jaques Man Duke Come let me see how all things are disposed of Ja. One Cart will serve for all your furniture With roome enough behinde to ease the footman A capcase for your linnen and your plate VVith a strange locke that opens with Amen For my young Lord because of easie portage A quiver of your graces linde with Cunney Made to be hang'd about the Nurses neck Thus with a scarfe or towell Duke Very good Ja. Nay 't is well but had you staid another weeke I would have had you furnisht in such pomp As never Duke of Burgundy was furnisht You should have had a sumpter though 't had cost me The laying on my selfe where now you are faine To hire a rippers mare and buy new dossers But I have got them painted with your armes VVith a faire darnex Carpet of my owne Laid crosse for the more state Duke Jaques I thanke you your Carpet shall be brusht And sent you home what are you ready wife Dutch An houre agoe Duke I cannot chuse but kisse thy royall lips Deare Dutches mine thou art so good a woman Bew. Youl l say so if you knew all goodman Duckling Coz. This was the happiest fortune could befall me Now in his absence will I follow close Mine owne preferment and I hope e ere long To make my meane and humble name so strong As my great Couzens when the world shall know I beare too hot a spirit to live low The next Spring wil I down my wife and houshold I 'le have My Ushers and my foure Lacquies Six spare croches too but mum no more What I intend to do I 'le keep in store Duke Mountye mountye Iaques be our querry Groom To horse there Gentlemen and fall in couples Duke Come honoured Duchesse Enter Longavile Long. Stand thou proud man Duke Thieves Iaques raise the people Long. No raise no people 't is the Kings command Which bids thee once more stand thou haughty man Thou art a monster for thou art ungratefull And like a fellow of a rebell nature Hast flung from his embraces and for His honours given thee hast not returnd So much as thanks and to oppose his will Resolv'd to leave the Court and set the Realm A fire in discontent and open action Therefore he bids thee stand thou proud man Whilst with the whisking of my sword about I take thy honours off this first sad whiske Takes off thy Duke-dome thou art but an Earl Duke You are mistaken Longavile Long. O would I were this second whiske divides Thy Earldome from thee thou art yet a Baron Duke No more whisks if you love me Longavile Long. Two whisks are past and two are yet behind Yet all must come but not to linger time With these two whisks I end now Mount Marine For thou art now no more so says the King And I have done his Highnesse will with griefe Duke Disgraced from my honours Lon. 'T is too certaine Duke I am no Traitor sure that I know of Speak Iaques hast thou ever heard me utter word Tending to treason or to bring in the enemy Ia. Alas sir I know nothing Why should your Worship bring me in to hang me God's my judge Gentlemen I never medled But with the brushing of his cloaths or fetching In water in a morning for his hands Cous. Are these the honours of this place Antony Help me to take her gowne off quickly Or I 'le so swinge ye for 't Wife Why husband Sir Cous. I 'le not loose a penny by this towne Long. Why what do you meane sir have her to her lodging And there undresse her I will waite upon her Cous. Indeed you shall not your moneth is out I take it Get you out before me wife Couzen farewell I told you long agoe That pride begins with pleasure ends with woe Exit with 's Wife Bew. Goe thy way sentences 't will be thy fortune To live and dye a Cuckold and Church-warden Duch. O my poor husband what a heavy fortune Is fallen upon him Bew. Me thinks 't is strange That heaven fore-warning great men of their falls With such plaine tokens they should not avoid them For the last night betwixt eleven and twelve Two great and hideous blazing stars were seen To fight a long houre by the clocke the one Drest like a Duke the other like a King Till at the last the crowned star ore-came Ser. Why do ye stand so dead Monsieur Marine Duke So Caesar fell when in the Capitoll They gave his body two and
thirty wounds Be warned all ye Peers and by my fall Hereafter learn to let your wives rule all Ser. Monsieur Marine pray let me speak with you Sir I must wave you to conceale this party It stands upon my utter overthrow Seem not discontented nor do not stir a foote For if you do you and your hope I sweare you are a lost man if you stir And have an eye to Bewford he 'l tempt you Bew. Come come for shame goe downe Were I Marine by heaven I would goe down And being there I would rattle him such an answer Should make him smoake Duke Good Monsieur Bewford peace Leave these rebellious words Or by the honours which I once enjoyed And yet may sweare by I 'le tell the King of your proceedings I am satisfied Wife You talkt of going down when 't was not fit But now let 's see your spirit A thousand and a thousand will expect it Duke Why wife are you mad Wife No nor drunk but I 'de have you know your own strength Duke You talk like a most foolish woman wife I tell you I will stay yet I have a Cratchet troubles me Long. More cratchets yet Duke Follow me Jaq. I must have thy counsell I will returne againe stay you there Wife Long. I fear this losse of honour will give him some few stooles Wife No no he is resolv'd he will not Stir a foote I 'le lay my life Bew. I but hee 's discontented how shall we resolve that And make him stay with comfort Wife Faith Bewford we must even let nature work For hee 's the sweetest temper'd man for that As one can wish for let men but goe about to foole him And hee 'l have his finger as deep in 't as the best But see where he comes frowning blesse us all Enter Duke Duke Off with your hats for here doth come The high and mighty Duke of Burgundy What ever you may think I have thought And thought and thought upon 't and I finde it plaine The King cannot take backe what he has given Unlesse I forfeit it by course of Law Not all the water in the river Sene Can wash the blood out of these Princely veines Wife God a mercy husband thou art the best To worke out a thing at a pinch in France Duke I will ascend my state againe Duchesse take your place And let our Champion enter Long. Has he his Champion that 's excellent Duke And let loud musick sound before his entrance Sound Trumpet Enter Iaques in armour one carrying a Scuchion before him and a two-handed sword Wife How well our Champion doth demean himselfe As if he had been made for such an action Me thinks his sturdy trunchion he doth wield Like Mars approaching to a bloody field Duke I think ther 's no man so desperate To dare encounter with our Champion But trust me Iaques thou hast pleas'd us well Once more our warlike musick then proceed En Shat. Shat. What wondrous age is this what close proceedings I heare the clang of Trumpets in this house To what intent do not our States-men search O no they look not into simple truth For I am true and they regard not me A man in armour too God save the King The world will end there 's nought but treachery Ia. I Ja. servant to the high mighty Godfrey Duke of Burgundy do come hither to prove by natural strength and activity of my body without the help of sorcery inchantment or negromancy that the said Godfrey late of Mount Marine now of Burgundy hath perfect right therto notwithstanding the Kings command to the contrary no other person whatsoever in token that I wil be ready to make good the same I throw down my gage which is my honour pronounced the 37. of Feb. stilo novo God save the D. Shat. Of all the plots the King hath laid for me This was the shrewdest 't is my life they seeke And they shall have it if I should refuse To accept the challenge in the Kings behalfe They have some cause to take away my life And if I do accept it who can tell But I may fall by doubtfull chance of war 'T was shrewd but I must take the least of evills I take thy gauntlet up thou treacherous man That stands in armed coate against the King Whom God preserve and with my single sword Will justifie whatever he commands I 'le watch him for catching of my words Duke Jaques goe on defend our Princely title Shat. Why shrinkst thou backe thou hast an evill cause Come forward man I have a rocke about me I fight for my true Liege Du. Goe forward Jaques Ja. I do beeseech your Grace to pardon me I will not fight with him with any else I 'le shew my resolution speedily Shat. Come do thy worst for the King shall see All is not true that is reported of me Ja. I may not fight with him by law of armes Du. What shall my title fall wilt thou not fight Ja. Never with him that once hath sav'd my life Shat. Dar'st thou not fight behold then I doe goe Strong with the zeale I beare my Soveraign And seize upon that haughty man himselfe Descend the steps that thou hast thus usurpt Against the King and State downe to the ground And if thou doe utter but a syllable To crosse the Kings intent thou art but dead There lye upon the earth and pine and dye Did ever any man wade through such stormes To save his life as poore Shattillion Long. I feare this challenge hath spoil'd all Duch. Ne're feare it hee 'l work it out againe servant See where Shattillions Love poor Lady comes En Love Duke Jaques Ja. Lye still sir if you love your life I 'le whistle when he 's gone Love O Gentlemen I charge you by the love Which you beare to women take some pitty On this distressed man help to restore That pretious jewell to him he hath lost Bew. Lady what ever power doth lye in us By art or prayer or danger we are yours Love A strange conceite hath wrought this malady Conceites againe must bring him to himselfe My strict denyall to his will wrought this And if you could but draw his wilder thoughts To know me he would sure recover sense Long. That charge I 'le undertake Duke Looke Jaques look for Gods sake let me rise This greatnesse is a Jade I cannot sit it Ja. His sword is up and yet he watcheth you Du. I 'le down again pray for thy Master Jaques Shat. Now the King may see all the suggestions are not true He hath receiv'd against my loyalty When all men else refuse I fight his battails And thrust my body into dangers mouth I am become his Champion and this sword Has taught his enemies to know themselves O that he would no more be jealous of me Long. Monsieur Shattillion the King assigns you That for this valiant loyall act of yours He hath forgot all jealousies
and feares And never more will tempt you into danger Shat. But how shall I believe this what new token Of reconcilement will he shew me Let him release my poor love from her torment From her hard fare and strict imprisonment Long. He hath done this to win your after-love And see your Lady sent you from the King By these two Gentlemen be thankfull for her Shat. She lives she lives I know her by the power Shoots from her eyes Love Rise deare Shattillion Shat. I Know my duty Next unto my King I am to kneele to you Love I 'le have you rise fetch me a chair sit down Shat Shat. I am commanded and faith tell me Mistris What usage have you had pray be plaine Love O my most lov'd Shattillion paine enough But now I am free thanks to my God and King Long. His eyes grow very heavy not a word That his weak senses may come sweetly home Shat. The King is honourable Duke When do you whistle Jaques Ja. By and by Long. Come hither Monsieur canst thou laugh a little Ser. Yes Sir Long. So thou shalt then Bewford how dost thou Bew. Why well Long. I 'me glad on 't and how does thy wife Bew. Why you may see her Sir she stands behind you Lon. By the mass she 's there indeed but wher 's her belly Bew. Belly Lon. Her great belly man what hast thou sent thee Ser. A boy I 'le lay my life it tumbled so Bew. Catcht by this light Long. I 'le be a gossip Bewford Ser. And I Long. I have an odd Apostle spoone Bew. S'foote catcht Duch. Why what 's the matter Gentlemen Long. He 's married to your woman Duch. And I not know it Ser. 'T was a veniall sin Bew. Gall gall gall Duch. Forgive her Monsieur Bewford 't was her love Bew. You may rise if you please I must endure it Long. See how my great Lord lyes upon the ground And dare not stir yet Jaques whistles Duke Jaques Jaq. is the Kings Champion gone yet Ja. No but hee 's asleep Duke Is he asleep art sure Ia. I am sure he is I heare him snore Duke Then by your favours Gentlemen I rise And know I am a Duke still Jaq. And I am his Champion Duch. Hold thee there and all France cannot mend thee Du. I am a Prince as great within my thoughts As when the whole state did adorn my person What tryall can be made to try a Prince I will oppose this noble corps of mine To any danger that may end the doubt Duch. Great Duke and husband there is but one way To satisfie the world of our true right And it is dangerous Duke What may it be Were it to bring the great Turke bound in chaines Through France in triumph or to couple up The Sophie and great Prester Iohn together I would attempt it Duchesse tell the course Duch. There is a strong opinion through the world And no doubt grounded on experience That Lyons will not touch a lawfull Prince If you be confident then of your right Amongst the Lions beare your naked body And if you come off cleare and never winch The world will say you are a perfect Prince Du. I thank you Duchesse for your kinde advice But now we do not affect those ravenous beasts Long. A Lyon is a beast to try a King But for the triall of such a state like this Pliny reports a mastive dog will serve Du. We will not deale with dogs at all but men Ser. You shall not need to deale with them at all Hark you Sir the King doth know you are a Duke Duke No does he Ser. Yes and is content you shall be but with this caution That none know it but your selfe For if ye do he 'l take it away by act of Parliament Du. Here 's my hand and whilst I live or breath No living wight shall know I am a Duke Ser. Marke me directly Sir your wife may know it Du. May not Jaques Ser. Yes he may Du. May not my countrey Couzen Ser. By no meanes sir if you love your life and state Du. Well then know all I am no Duke Ser. No I 'le sweare it Long. See he wakes Shat. Where am I or where have I been all this while Sleep hath not sate so sound upon mine eyes But I remember well that face O thou too cruell leave at length to scorne Him that but looking on thy beauty dyes Either receive me or put out my eyes Love Dearest Shattillion see upon my knees I offer up my love forget my wrongs Shat. Art thou mine own Love By heaven I am Shat. Then all the world is mine Love I have stranger things to tel thee my dearest love Shat. Tell nothing but that thou art mine own I do not care to know where I have been Or how I have liv'd or any thing But that thou art my own Bew. Well wife though 't were a trick that made us wed Wee 'l make our selves merry soone in bed Du. Know all I am no Duke Wife What saye Du. Jaques Ja. Sir Du. I am a Duke Both Are yee Duke Yes faith yes faith But it must only run amongst our selves And Jaques thou shalt be my Secretary still Wife Kinde Gentlemen leade in Shattillion For he must needs be weak and sickly yet Now all my labours have a perfect end as I could wish Let all young sprightly wives that have Dull foolish Coxcombs to their husbands Learn by me their duties what to doe VVhich is to make 'em fooles and please 'em too The Prologue WIt is become an anticke and puts on As many shapes of variation To court the times applause as the times dare Change severall fashions nothing is thought rare Which is not new and follow'd yet we know That what was worne some twenty yeare agoe Comes into grace againe and we pursue That custome by presenting to your view A play in fashion then not doubting now But 't will appeare the same if you allow Worth to their noble memory whose name Beyond all power of death live in their fame The Epilogue THe Monuments of vertue and desert Appeare more goodly when the glosse of art Is eaten off by time then when at first They were set up not censur'd at the worst We have done our best for your contents to fit With new paines this old monument of wit THE CAPTAINE Actus primus Scaena prima Enter Lodovico and Piso Lodovico THe truth is Piso so she be a woman And rich and holsome let her be of what Condition Complection it please She shall please me I am sure Those men are fooles That make their eyes their choosers not their needes Piso Me thinks I would have her honest too handsom Lod. Yes if I could have both but since they are Wishes so neare impossibilities Let me have that that may be Piso If it were so I hope your conscience would not be so nice To start at such a blessing Lod.
straw with his owne shirt or sheet That he hath filch'd that day I and possesse What he can purchase backe or belly-cheats To his own prop he will have no purveyers For Pigs and poultry Ger. That we must have my learned Oratour It is our will and every man to keep In his own path and circuite Hig. Do you heare You must hereafter maund on your own pads he saies Ger. And what they get there is their owne besides To give good words Hig. Do you marke to cut bene whids That is the second Law Ger. And keepe a-foote The humble and the common phrase of begging Lest men discover us Hig. Yes and cry sometimes To move compassion Sir there is a table That doth command all these things and enjoyns 'em Be perfect in their crutches their fain'd plaisters And their true pas-ports with the ways to stammer And to be dumb and deafe and blind and lame There all the halting paces are set downe I' th learned language Ger. Thither I refer them Those you at leisure shall interpret to them We love no heapes of lawes where few will serve Om. O gracious Prince 'save 'save the good K. Clause Hig. A Song to crowne him Fer. Set a Centinell out first Sn. The word Hig. A Cove comes and fumbumbis to it Strike The SONG CAst our Caps and cares away this is Beggars Holli-day At the Crowning of our King thus we ever dance sing In the world looke out and see where so happy a Prince as he Where the Nation live so free and so merry as do we Be it peace or be it war here at liberty we are And enjoy our ease and rest To the field we are not prest Nor are called into the Towne to be troubled with the Gowne Hang all Offices we cry and the Magistrate too by When the Subsidies encreast we are not a penny ceast Nor will any goe to law with the Beggar for a straw All which happinesse he brags he doth owe unto his rags Enter Snap Hubert and Hemskirke Snap A Cove Fumbumbis Prig. To your postures arme Hub. Yonder 's the Towne I see it Hemsk. Ther 's our danger Indeed afore us if our shadows save not Hig. Blesse your good Worships Fer. One small piece of money Prig. Amongst us all poore wretches Ger. Blinde and lame Ginks. For his sake that gives all Hig. Pittifull Worships Snap One little doyt Enter Jaculine Jac. King by your leave where are you Ger. To buy a litle bread Hig. To feed so many Mouths as will ever pray for you Prig. Here be seven of us Hig. Seven good Master ô remember seven Seven blessings Fer. Remember gentle Worship Hig. 'Gainst seven deadly sins Prig. And seven sleepers Hig. If they be hard of heart and will give nothing Alas we had not a charity this three dayes Hub. Ther 's amongst you all Fer. Heaven reward you Prig. Lord reward you Hig. The Prince of pitty blesse thee Hub. Do I see or is 't my fancy that would have it so Ha 't is her face come hither Maid Jac. What ha' you Bells for my squirrell I ha' giv'n Bun meat You do not love me do you catch me a butterfly And I 'le love you againe when can you tell Peace we go a birding I shall have a fine thing Hub. Her voyce too sayes the same but for my head I would not that her manners were so chang'd Heare me thou honest fellow what 's this Mayden That lives amongst you here Gincks Ao ao ao ao Hub. How nothing but signes Gin. Ao ao ao ao Hub. This strange I would saine have it her but not her thus Hig. He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deafe and du-du-dude dumb Sir Hub. Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought Do'st thou know this same Maid Sn. Why why why why which gu gu gu gu Gods foole She was bo-bo-bo-bo-borne at the barne younder By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-Bush Her name is My-my-my-my-my-match so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too Hub. I understand no word she sayes how long Has she been here Sn. Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled and she ha' go-go-go-good luck Hub. I must be better inform'd then by this way Here was another face too that I mark'd O the old mans but they are vanish'd all Most sodainly I will come here againe O that I were so happy as to finde it What I yet hope it is put on Hem. What meane you Sir To stay there with that stammerer Hub. Farewell friend It will be worth returne to search Come Protect us our disguize now pre'thee Hemskirck If we be taken how do'st thou imagine This Towne will use us that hath stood so long Out against Woolfort Hem. Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning to make Crowes meate If I were not assur'd 'o the Burgomaster And had a pretty skuys to see a niece there I should scarce venture Hub. Come 't is now too late To looke back at the ports good luck and enter Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Floriz Flo. Still blow'st thou there and from all other parts Do all my Agents sleepe that nothing comes Ther 's a conspiracy of windes and servants If not of Elements to ha' me breake What should I thinke unlesse the Seas and Sandes Had swallow'd up my ships or fire had spoyl'd My ware-houses or death devour'd my Facto I must ha' had some returnes Enter Merchants 1. Mer. Saue you Sir Flo. 'Save you 1. Mer. No newes yet 'o your Ships o. Not any yet Sir 1. Mer. 'T is strange Flo. 'T is true Sir what a voyce was here now This was one passing bell a thousand ravens Sung in that man now to presage my ruines 2. Mer. Goswin good day these winds are very constant Flo. They are so Sir to hurt 2. Mer. Ha you had no letters Lately from England nor from Denmark Flo. Neither 2. Mer. This winde brings them nor no newes over land Through Spaine from the Straights Flo. Not any 2. Mer. I am sorry Sir Flo. They talke me downe and as 't is said of Vultures They sent a feild fought and do smell the carkasses By many hundred miles So do these my wracks At greater distances why thy will heaven Come on and be yet if thou please preserve me But in my owne adventure here at home Of my chast love to keep me worthy of her It shall be put in scale against all ill fortunes I am not broken yet nor should I fall Me thinkes with lesse then that that ruines all Exit Scaena Tertia Enter Van-donck Hubert Hemskirck and Margaret Boores Van. Captaine you are welcome so is this your friend Most safely welcome though our Towne stand out Against your Master you shall finde good quarter The troth is we not love him Meg some wine Let 's talke a little treason If we can Talk treason gain' the Traitors by your leave Gentlemen We here in Brugis thinke he do's usurpe And therefore I am bold with him Hub. Sir your boldnesse Happely becomes your mouth
steele warr waited on and fortune courted That high plum'd honour built up for her owne Behold that mightinesse behold that fiercenesse Behold that child of warr with all his glories By this poore hand made breathlesse here my Achillas Egypt and Cesar owe me for this service And all the conquer'd Nations Ach. Peace Septimius Thy words sound more ungratefull then thy actions Though sometimes safety seeke an instrument Of thy unworthy nature thou loud boaster Think not she is bound to love him too that 's barbarous Why did not I if this be meritorious And bindes the King unto me and his bounties Strike this rude stroke I 'le tell thee thou poore Roman It was a sacred head I durst not heave at Not heave a thought Sep. It was Ach. I 'le tell thee truely And if thou ever yet heard'st tell of honour I 'le make thee blush It was thy Generalls That mans that fed thee once that mans that bred thee The aire thou breath'st was his the fire that warm'd thee From his care kindled euer nay I 'le show thee Because I 'le make thee sensible of thy businesse And why a noble man durst not touch at it There was no peece of Earth thou puts thy foote on But was his conquest and he gave thee motion He triumph'd three times who durst touch his person The very walls of Rome bow'd to his presence Deare to the Gods he was to them that feard him A faire and noble Enemy didst thou hate him And for thy love to Cesar sought his ruine Armed the red Pharsalian feilds Septimius Where killing was in grace and wounds were glorious Where Kings were faire competitours for honour Thou should'st have come up to him there have sought him There sword to sword Sep. I kill'd him on commandment If Kings commands be faire when you all fainted When none of you durst looke Ach. On deeds so barbarous What hast thou got Sep. The Kings love and his bounty The honour of the service which though you raile at Or a thousand envious soules fling their foames on me Will dignifie the cause and make me glorious And I shall live Ach. A miserable villaine What reputation and reward belongs to it Thus with the head I seize on and make mine And be not impudent to aske me why Sirha Nor bold to stay read in mine eyes the reason The shame and obloquy I leave thine owne Inherit those rewardes they are fitter for thee Your oyle 's spent and your snuff stinks go out basely Sep. The King will yet consider Exit Enter Ptolomy Achareus Photinus Achil. Here he comes Sir Ach. Yet if it be undon heare me great Sir If this inhumane stroake be yet unstrooken If that adored head be not yet severd From the most noble Body weigh the miseryes The desolations that this great Eclipse works You are young be provident fix not your Empire Upon the Tombe of him will shake all Egypt Whose warlike groanes will raise ten thousand Spirits Great as himselfe in every hand a thunder Destructions darting from their lookes and sorrowes That easy womens eyes shall never empty Pho. You have done well and 't is done see Achillas And in his hand the head Ptol. Stay come no nearer Me thinks I feele the very earth shake under me I do remember him he was my guardian Appointed by the Senate to preserve me What a full Majesty fits in his face yet Pho. The King is troubled be not frighted Sir Be not abus'd with feares his death was necessary If you consider Sir most necessary Not to be miss'd and humbly thanke great Isis He came so opportunely to your hands Pitty must now give place to rules of safety Is not victorious Caesar new arriv'd And enter'd Alexandria with his friends His Navy riding by to wait his charges Did he not beate this Pompey and pursude him Was not this great man his great enemy This Godlike vertuous man as people held him But what foole dare be friend to flying vertue Enter Caesar Anthony Dollobella Sceva I heare their Trumpets 't is too late to stagger Give me the head and be you confident Haile Conquerour and head of all the world Now this head 's off Caesar Ha Pho. Do not shun me Caesar From kingly Ptolomy I bring this present The Crowne and sweat of thy Pharsalian labour The goale and marke of high ambitious honour Before thy victory had no name Caesar Thy travell and thy losse of blood no recompence Thou dreamst of being worthy and of warr And all thy furious conflicts were but slumbers Here they take life here they inherit honour Grow fixt and shoot up everlasting triupmhes Take it and looke upon thy humble servant With noble eyes looke on the Princely Ptolomy That offers with this head most mighty Caesar What thou would'st once have given for it all Egypt Ach. Nor do not question it most royall Conquerour Nor dis-esteeme the benefit that meetes thee Because 't is easily got it comes the safer Yet let me tell thee most imperious Caesar Though he oppos'd no strength of Swords to win this Nor labourd through no showres of darts and lances Yet here he found a fort that faced him strongly An inward warr he was his Grand sires Guest Friend to his Father and when he was expell'd And beaten from this Kingdome by strong hand And had none left him to restore his honour No hope to finde a friend in such a misery Then in stept Pompey tooke his feeble fortune Strengthend and cherish'd it and set it right againe This was a love to Cesar Sceva Give me hate Gods Pho. This Cesar may account a little wicked But yet remember if thine owne hands Conquerour Had fallen upon him what it had bin then If thine owne Sword had touch'd his throat what that way He was thy Son in law there to be tainted Had bin most terrible let the worst be renderd We have deserv'd for keeping thy hands innocent Cesar. Oh Sceva Sceva see that head see Captaines The head of godlike Pompey Sce. He was basely ruinde But let the Gods be griev'd that sufferd it And be you Cesar Cesar. Oh thou Conquerour Thou glory of the world once now the pitty Thou awe of Nations wherefore didst thou fall thus What poore fate followed thee and pluckt thee on To trust thy sacred life to an Egyptian The life and light of Rome to a blind stranger That honourable war nere taught a noblenesse Nor worthy circumstance shew'd what a man was That never heard thy name sang but in banquets And loose lascivious pleasures to a Boy That had no faith to comprehend thy greatnesse No study of thy life to know thy goodnesse And leave thy Nation nay thy noble friend Leave him distrusted that in teares falls with thee In soft relenting teares heare me great Pompey If thy great spirit can heare I must taske thee Thou hast most unnobly rob'd me of my victory My love and mercy Ant. O how brave these teares shew
censur'd For her I scorne to answer and if they Yeeld any probability of truth In that she urges and I will confesse A guilty cause the peoples voyce which is The voyce of truth my husbands tendernesse In his affection to me that no dotage But a reward of humblenesse the friendship Eccho'd through France between him and Lisander All make against her for him in his absence VVhat ever imputation it draw on me I must take leave to speak 't is true he lov'd me But not in such a wanton way his reason Master'd his passions I grant I had At mid-night conference with him but if he Ever receiv'd a farther favour from me Then what a sister might give to a brother May I sinke quick and thus much did he know The shame I suffer for him with the losse Of his life for appearing on my soule He would maintaine Enter Lisander and Alcidon Lis. And will thou cleare example of womens purenesse King Though we hold her such Thou hast express'd thy selfe a desperat foole To thrust thy head into the Lions jawes The justice of thy King Lis. I came prepar'd for 't And offer up a guilty life to cleare Hir innocence the oath she tooke I sweare to And for Cleanders death to purge my selfe From any colour malice can paint on me Or that she had a hand in 't I can prove That fatall night when he in his own house fell And many daies before I was distant from it A long daies journey Clarin. I am caught Ber. If so How came your Sword into this stewards hands stand forth Mal. I have heard nothing that you spake I know I must dye and what kind of death Pray you resolve me I shall go away else In a qualme I am very faint Enter Leon Servants and Guard King Carry him off his feare will kil him Ex. with Mal. Dor. Sir 't was my ambition My Daughters reputation being wounded I' th' generall opinion to have it Cur'd by a publike triall I had else Forborne your Majesties trouble I 'le bring forth Cleanders murtherer in a wood I heard him As I rod sadly by unto himselfe With some compunction though this devill had none Lament what he had done cursing her lust That drew him to that bloudy fact Leon To lessen The foulenesse of it for which I know justly I am to suffer and with my last breath To free these Innocents I do confesse all This wicked woman only guilty with me Clari. Is 't come to this thou puling Rogue dye thou With prayers in thy mouth I 'le curse the lawes By which I suffer all I grieve for is That I dye unreveng'd Leon But one word mote sir And I have done I was by accident where Lisander met with Cloridon and Crysanthes Was an eare witnesse when he sought for peace Nay begg'd it upon colder tearmes then can Almost find credit his past deeds considered But they deafe to his reasons severally Assaulted him but such was his good fortune That both fell under it upon my death I take it uncompel'd that they were guilty Of their owne violent ends and he against His will the Instrument Alc. This I will sweare too for I was not far off Dor. They have alleadg'd As much to wake your sleeping mercy sir As all the Advocates of France can plead In his defence King The criminall judge shall sentence These to their merits with mine owne hand Lady I take you from the bar and do my selfe Pronounce you innocent Ex. with Leon and Clarin All Long live the King King And to confirme you stand high in our favour And as some recompence for what you have With too much rigour in your triall suffered Aske what you please becoming me to grant And be possest of 't Cal. Sir I dare not doubt Your royall promise in a King it is A strong assurance that emboldens me Upon my humble knees to make my boone Lisanders pardon Dor. My good Genius did prompt her to it Lem. At your feet thus prostrate I second her petition Alc. Never King Powr'd forth his mercie on a worthyer subject Ber. To witnesse my repentance for the wrong In my unjust suspition I did both I joyne in the same suit Lis. The life you give Still ready to lay down for your service Shall be against your enemies imploy'd Not hazzarded in brawles All Mercie dread sir King So many pressing me and with such reasons Moving compassion I hope it will not Be censur'd levity in me though I borrow In this from justice to relieve my mercie I grant his pardon at your intercession But still on this condition you Lisander In expiation of your guilt shall build A monument for my Cloridon and Crysanthes And never henceforth draw a Sword but when By us you are commanded in defence of The Flower de Luce and after one yeares sorrow For your deare frend Cleanders wretched fate Marry Caliste Ent. Lidian Lis. On your sacred hand I vow to do it seriously Lid. Great sir stay Leave not your seat of justice till you have Given sentence in a cause as much important As this you have determined King Lidian Enter Clarange and Frier Lid. He sir your humbled subject I accuse Clarange Of falshood in true friendship at the height We both were suiters to this Lady both Injoyn'd one pennance Clara. Trouble not the King With an unnecessarie repetition Of what the Court 's familiar with already King Clarange Dor. With a shaven crowne Olin. Most strange Claran. Looke on thy rivall your late servant Madam But now devoted to a better Mistris The Church whose orders I have tooke upon me I here deliver up my interest to her And what was got with cunning as you thought I simply thus surrender heretofore You did outstrip me in the race of friendship I am your equall now Dor. A suite soone ended Claran. And joyning thus your hands I know both willing I may do in the Church my Friers Office In marrying you Lid. The victory is yours sir King It is a glorious one and well set's of Our Scaene of mercy to the dead we tender Our sorrow to the living ample wishes Of future happines 't is a Kings duty To prove himselfe a father to his Subjects And I shall hold it if this well succeed A meritorious and praise worthy deed Exeunt Prologue A Story and a known one long since writ Truth must take place and by an able wit Foule mouth'd detraction daring not deny To give so much to Fletchers memory If so some may object why then do you Present an old piece to us for a new Or wherefore will your profest writer be Not tax'd of theft before a Plagary To this he answers in his just defence And to maintaine to all our Innocence Thus much though he hath travel'd the same way Demanding and receiving too the pay For a new Poem you may find it due He having neither cheated us nor you He vowes and deeply that he
beggars are above me in content I want the grace I have merited The favour the due respect Soz. Does not the King allow it Ar. Yes and all honors else all I can aske That he has power to give but from his sister The scornfull crueltie forgive me beauty That I transgresse from her that should looke on me That should a little smile upon my service And foster my deserts for her owne faiths sake That should at least acknowledge me speake to me Soz. And you goe whining up and downe for this sir Lamenting and disputing of your grievances Sighing and sobbing like a sullen Schoole-boy And cursing good-wife fortune for this favor Ar. What would you have me doe Soz. Doe what you should doe What a man would doe in this case a wise man An understanding man that knowes a woman Knowes her and all her tricks her scorns all her trifles Goe to her and take her in your armes and shake her Take her and tosse her like a barre Em. But be sure you pitch her upon a feather-bed Shake her between a paire of sheets sir There shake these sullen fits out of her spare her not there There you may breake her will and bruise no bone sir Soz. Goe to her Em. That 's the way Soz. And tell her and boldly And doe not mince the matter nor mocke your selfe With being too indulgent to her pride Let her heare roundly from ye what ye are And what ye haue deserved and what she must be Em. And be not put off like a common fellow With the Princesse would be private Or that she has taken phisicke and admits none I would talke to her any where Ar. It makes me smile Em. Now you looke hansomely Had I a wench to win I would so flutter her They love a man that crushes 'em to verjuice A woman held at hard meat is your spanniel Soz. Pray take our counsell sir Ar. I shall doe something But not your way it shewes too boisterous For my affections are as faire and gentle As her they serve Enter King Soz. The King Kin. Why how now friend Why doe you rob me of the companie I love so dearly sir I have bin seeking you For when I want you I want all my pleasure Why sad thus sad still man I will not have it I must not see the face I love thus shadowed Em. And 't please your Grace methinks it ill becomes him A souldier should be joviall high and lustie Kin. He shall be so come come I know your reason It shall be none to crosse you ye shall have her Take my word 't is a Kings word ye shall have her She shall be yours or nothing pray be merry Arm. Your grace has given me cause I shall be sir And ever your poore servant King Me my selfe sir My better selfe I shall finde time and suddenly To gratifie your loves too gentlemen And make you know how much I stand bound to you Nay 't is not worth your thanks no further complement Will you goe with me friend Arm. I beseech your grace Spare me an houre or two I shall wait on you Some little private businesse with my selfe sir For such a time King I le hinder no devotion For I know you are regular I le take you gentlemen Because hee shall have nothing to disturbe him I shall look for your friend Exeunt Manet Armusia Arm. I dare not faile sir Enter Panura What shal I doe to make her know my misery To make her sensible This is her woman I have a toy come to me suddenly It may worke for the best she can but scorne me And lower then I am I cannot tumble I le trye what ere my fate be Good even faire one Pan. 'T is the brave stranger A good night to you sir Now by my Ladies hand a goodly gentleman How happy shall she be in such a husband Wou'd I were so provided too Arm. Good pretty one Shall I keep you company for an houre or two I want employment for this evening I am an honest man Pan. I dare beleeve yee Or if yee were not sir that 's no great matter We take mens promises wou'd ye stay with me sir Arm. So it please you pray let 's be better acquainted I know you are the Princesse gentlewoman And wait upon her neere Pan. 'T is like I doe so Arm. And may befriend a man do him faire courtesies If he have businesse your way Pan. I understand yee Arm. So kinde an office that you may bind a gentleman Hereafter to be yours and your way too And ye may blesse the houre you did this benefit Sweet handsome faces should have courteous mindes And ready faculties Pan. Tell me your businesse Yet if I thinke it be to her your selfe sir For I know what you are and what we hold ye And in what grace ye stand without a second For that but darkens you wou'd doe it better The Princesse must be pleas'd with your accesses I 'me sure I should Arm. I want a Courtiers boldnesse And am yet but a stranger I wou'd faine speak with her Pan. 'T is very late and upon her houre of sleep sir Ar. Pray ye weare this and believe my meaning civil My businesse of that faire respect and carriage This for our more acquaintance Jewell Pan. How close he kisses And how sensible the passings of his lips are I must do it and I were to be hang'd now and I will do it He may doe as much for me that 's all I ayme at And come what will on 't life or death I 'le do it For ten such kisses more and 't were high treason Arm. I wou'd be private with her Pan. So you shall 'T is not worth thankes else you must dispatch quick Arm. Suddenly Pan. And I must leave you in my chamber sir Where you must locke your selfe that none may see you 'T is close to her you cannot misse the entrance When she comes downe to bed Arm. I understand ye and once more thanke ye Lady Pan. Thanke me but thus Arm. If I faile thee Come close then Ex. Enter Quisara and Quisana Quisar. 'T is late good Aunt to bed I am ene unready My! woman will not be long away Quisan. I wou'd have you a little merrier first Let me sit by ye and read or discourse Something that ye fancy or take my instrument Quisar. No no I thanke you I shall sleep without these I wrong your age Aunt To make ye waite thus pray let me entreat ye To morrow I 'le see ye I know y' are sleepy And rest will be a welcome guest you shall not Enter Panura Indeed you shall not stay oh here 's my woman Good night good night and good rest Aunt attend you Qui. Sleep dwell upon your eyes faire dreams court ye Quisar. Come where have you been wench make me unready I slept but ill last night Pan. You 'l sleep the better I hope too night Madam Quisar. A little
feare if not speedily prevented If she continue stout both shall be executed Py. I le kisse thee for this newes nay more Panura If thou wilt give me leave I le get thee with Christian The best way to convert thee Pan. Make me believe so Py. I will y'faith But which way cam'st thou hither The Pallace is close guarded and barricado'd Pan. I came through a private vault which few there know of It rises in a Temple not farre hence Close by the Castle here Py. How To what end Pan A good one To give ye knowledge of my new-borne Mistris And in what doubt Armusia stands Thinke any present meanes or hope to stop 'em From their fell ends the Princes are come in too And they are hardn'd also Py. The damn'd Priest Pa. Sure he 's a cruell man methinks Religion Should teach more temperate lessons Py. He the fire-brand He dare to touch at such faire lives as theirs are Well Prophet I shall prophesie I shall catch ye When all your Prophecies will not redeem yee Wilt thou doe one thing bravely Pa. Any good I am able Py. And by thine owne white hand I le sweare thou art vertuous And a brave wench durst thou but guide me presently Through the same vault thou cam'st into the Pallace And those I shall appoynt such as I thinke fit Pa. Yes I will doe it and suddenly and truely Py. I wou'd faine behold this Prophet Pa. Now I have yee And shall bring yee where ye shall behold him Alone too and unfurnish'd of defences That shall be my care but you must not betray me Py. Dost thou think we are so base such slaves rogues Pa. I doe not And you shall see how fairely I le worke for ye Py. I must needs steale that Priest Steale him and hang him Pa. Do any thing to remove his mischife strangle him Py. Come prethee love Pa. You 'll offer me no foule play The Vault is darke Py. 'T was well remember'd Pa. And ye may But I hold ye honest Py. Honest enough I warrant thee Pa. I am but a poore weak wench and what with the place And your perswasions Sir but I hope you will not You know we are often cozn'd Py. If thou dost feare me Why dost thou put me in minde Pa. To let you know sir Though it be in your power and things fitting to it Yet a true gent Py. I know what hee 'll doe Come and remember me and I le answer thee I le answer thee to the full wee 'll call at th' Castle And then my good guide do thy will sha't finde me A very tractable man Pa. I hope I shall sir Exeunt Enter Bakam Syana and Souldiers Bak. Let my men guard the gates Syan. And mine the Temple For feare the honour of our gods should suffer And on your lives be watchfull Ba. And be valiant And let 's see if these Portugalls dare enter What their high hearts dare doe Let 's see how readily The great Ruy Dias will redeem his Countrey-men He speaks proud words and threatens Sy. He is approv'd sir And will put faire for what he promises I could wish friendlier termes Yet for our Liberties and for our gods We are bound in our best service Even in the hazard of our lives Enter the King above Kin. Come up Princes And give your counsells and your helpes the Fort still Playes fearfully upon us beats our buildings And turnes our people wild with feares Ba. Send for the prisoner And give us leave to argue Exit Ba. and Sy. Then Enter Ruy Dyas Emanuel Christoph Pedro with Sould. Ru. Come on nobly And let the Fort play still we are Strong enough to look upon 'em And returne at pleasure it may Be on our view they will returne him Chr. We will returne 'em such thanks else Shall make 'im scratch where it itches not Em. How the people stare And some cry some pray and some curse heartily But it is the King Enter Syana Bakam Quisara Armusia with Souldiers above Ruy. I cannot blame their wisedomes They are all above Armusia chain'd and bound too O these are thankfull Squiers Ba. Heare us Ruy Dias Be wise and heare us and give speedy answer Command thy Cannon presently to cease No more to trouble the afflicted People Or suddenly Armusias head goes off As suddenly as seeaid Em. Stay Sir be moderate Arm. Doe nothing that 's dishonourable Ruy Dyas Let not the feare of me master thy valour Pursue 'em still they are base malitious people Kin. Friend be not desperate Ar. I scorne your courtesies Strike when you dare a faire arme guide the Gunner And may he let flye still with fortune friend Doe me the honour of a souldiers funeralls The last faire Christian right see me i th' ground And let the pallace burne first then the Temples And on their scorn'd gods erect my monument Touch not the Princesse as you are a souldier Quisar. Which way you go sir I must follow necessary One life and one death Kin. Will you take a truce yet Enter Pyniero Soza and Souldiers with the Governour Py. No no goe on Look here your god your Prophet King How came he taken Py. I Conjur'd for him King I am sure Curre at an old blinde Prophet I le haunt ye such a false knave admirably A terrier I I eartht him and then snapt him Soz. Saving the reverence of your grace we stole him E'ne out of the next chamber to yee Py. Come come begin King Begin this bloudy matter when you dare And yet I scorne my sword should touch the rascall I le teare him thus before ye Ha! What art thou Pulls his Beard and haire off King How 's this Art thou a Prophet Ru. Come downe Princes Kin. VVe are abus'd Oh my most deare Armusia Off which his chaines And now my noble sister Rejoyce with me I know yee are pleas'd as I am Py. This is a pretious Prophet Why Don Governour What make you here how long have you taken orders Ruy. VVhy what a wretch Art thou to work this mischiefe To assume this holy shape to ruine honour Honour and chastity Enter King and all from above Gov. I had paid you all But fortune plaid the slut Come Give me my doome King I cannot speak for wonder Gov. Nay 't is I sir And here I stay your sentence King Take her friend You have halfe perswaded me to be a Christian And with her all the joyes and all the blessings VVhy what dreame have we dwelt in Ru. All peace to yee And all the happinesse of heart dwell with ye Children as sweet and noble as their Parents Py. And Kings at least Ar. Good Sir forget my rashnesse And noble Princesse for I was once angrie And out of that might utter some distemper Think not 't is my nature Sya. Your joy is ours sir And nothing we finde in ye But most noble King To prison with this dog there let him houle And if he can repent
an houre 1 Gent. She heard me sing And sung her selfe too she sings admirably But still when any hope was as 't is her trick To minister enough of those then presently With some new flam or other nothing to th' matter And such a frowne as would sinke all before her She takes her chamber come we shal not be the last fools 2 Gent. Not by a hundred I hope 't is a strange wench Ant. This screwes me up still higher Enter Celia and Ladies behind her Men. Here she comes sir Ant. Then be you gone and take the women with ye And lay those Jewels in her way Cel. If I stay longer I shall number as many lovers as Lais did How they flock after me upon my conscience I have had a dozen horses given me this morning I 'le ev'n set up a troop and turne she-souldier A good discreet wench now that were not hidebound Might raise a fine estate here and suddenly For these warme things will give their soules I can go no where Without a world of offerings to my excellence I am a Queene a Goddesse I know not what And no constellation in all heaven but I outshine it And they have found out now I have no eyes Of mortall lights but certaine influences Strange vertuous lightnings humane nature starts at And I can kill my twenty in a morning With as much case now Ha what are these new projects Where are my honourable Ladies are you out too Nay then I must buy the stocke send me good carding I hope the Princes hand be not in this sport I have not seen him yet cannot heare from him And that that troubles me all these were recreations Had I but his sweet companie to laugh with me What fellowes that another apparition This is the lovingst age I should know that face Sure I have seen 't before not long since neither Ant. She sees me now O heaven a most rare creature Cel. Yes 't is the same I will take no notice of ye But if I do not fit ye let me frie for 't Is all this Cackling for your eg they are faire ones Excellent rich no doubt to and may stumble A good staid mind but I can go thus by 'em My honest friend do you set off these Jewels Ant. Set 'em off Lady Cel. I meane sell 'em here sir Ant. She 's very quicke for sale they are not meant sure Cel. For sanctitie I thinke much lesse good even Sir Ant. Nay noble Lady stay 't is you must weare 'em Never looke strange they are worthy your best beauty Cel. Did ye speake to me Ant. To you or to none living To you they are sent to you they are sacrificed Cel. I 'le never looke a horse i' th' mouth that 's given I thanke ye sir I 'le send one to reward ye Ant. Do you never aske who sent 'em Cel. Never I Nor never care if it be an honest end That end 's the full reward and thankes but slubbers it If it be ill I will not urge the acquaintance Ant. This has a soule indeed pray let me tell ye Cel. I care not if ye do so you do it hansomly And not stand picking of your words Ant. The King sent 'em Cel. Away away thou art some foolish fellow And now I think thou hast stole 'em too the king sent 'em Alas good man wouldst thou make me beleeve He has nothing to do with things of these worths But wantonly to fling 'em he 's an old man A good old man they say too I dare sweare Full many a yeare ago he left these gambols Here take your trinkets Ant. Sure I do not lye Lady Cel. I know thou lyest extreamely damnably Thou hast a lying face Ant. I was never thus ratled Cel, But say I should beleeve why are these sent me And why art thou the Messenger who art thou Ant. Lady looke on 'em wisely and then consider Who can send such as these but a King only And to what beautie can they be oblations But only yours For me that am the carrier 'T is only fit you know I am his servant And have fulfil'd his will Cel. You are short and pitthy What must my beauty do for these Ant. Sweet Lady You cannot be so hard of understanding When a Kings favour shines upon ye gloriously And speakes his love in these Cel. O then love 's the matter Sir-reverence love now I begin to feele ye And I should be the Kings whore a brave title And go as glorious as the Sun ô brave still The chiefe Commandresse of his Concubines Hurried from place to place to meet his pleasures Ant. A devillish subtill wench but a rare spirit Cel. And when the good old spunge had suckt my youth dry And left some of his royall aches in my bones When time shalt tell me I have plough'd my life up And cast long furrowes in my face to sinke me Ant. You must not thinke so Lady Cel. Then can these sir These precious things the price of youth and beauty This shop here of sin-offerings set me off againe Can it restore me chaste young innocent Purge me to what I was adde to my memorie An honest and a noble fame The Kings device The sin 's as universall as the Sun is And lights an everlasting torch to shame me Ant. Doe you hold so sleight account of a great Kings favour That all knees bow to purchase Cel. Prethee peace If thou knewst how ill-favouredly thy tale becomes thee And what ill root it takes Ant. You will be wiser Cel. Could the King find no shape to shift his pander into But reverend age and one so like himself too Ant. She has found me out Cel. Cozen the world with gravitie Prethee resolve me one thing do's the King love thee Ant. I thinke he doe's Cel. It seemes so by thy office He loves thy use and when that 's ended hates thee Thou seemest to me a souldier Ant. Yes I am one Cel. And hast fought for thy Country Ant. Many a time Cel. May be commanded too Ant. I have done Lady Cel. O wretched man below the state of pitie Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour A free companion for a King a souldier Whose noblenesse dare feele no want but enemies Canst thou forget this and decline so wretchedly To eat the bread of bawdrie of base bawdrie Feed on the scum of sin fling thy sword from thee Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee Goe beg diseases let them be thy Armors Thy fights the flames of lust and their foule issues Ant. Why then I am a King and mine owne speaker Cel. And I as free as you mine owne disposer There take your jewels let them give them lustres That have darke lives and soules weare 'em your selfe sir You 'l seeme a Devill else Ant. I command ye stay Cel. Be just I am commanded Ant. I will not wrong ye Cel. Then thus low fals my duty Ant. Can ye love me
the drunkenest slaves Dec. confound your Rogueships I 'll call the Generall and have ye hang'd all Jud. Pray who will you command then Dec. For you sirha that are the ring-leader to these devises whose maw is never cramm'd I 'll have an engine Jud. A wench sweet Captain Dec. Sweet Judas even the Forks where ye shall have two Lictors with two whips hammer your hide Jud. Captain good words fair words sweet words good Captain if you like not us farewell we have imployment Dec. Where hast thou been Jud. There where you dare not be with all your valour Dec. Where 's that Jud. With the best good-fellow living 1 Soul The king of all good-fellows Dec. Who 's that Jud. Caratach Shake now and say wee have done something worthie mark me with Caratach By this Caratach Do you asmuch now and you dare sweet Caratach Ye talk of a good fellow of true drinking wel go thy waies old Caratach besides the drink Captain the bravest running banquet of black puddings peeces of glorious beef Dec. How scapt ye hanging Jud. Hanging 's a dogs death we are Gentlemen and I say still Old Caratach Dec. Belike then you are turn'd Rebels all Jud. We are Roman boyes all and boyes of mettle I must doe that Captain this day this very day Dec. Away ye Rascal Jud. Fair words I say again Dec. What must you doe Sir Jud. I must do that my heart-strings yern to do but my word 's past Dec. What is it Jud. Why kill Caratach that 's all he ask'd us for our entertainment Dec. More then you 'll pay Iud. Would I had sold my self unto the skin I had not promis'd it for such another Caratach Dec. Come Fool have ye done your Country service Iud. I have brought that to Captain Iunius Dec. How Iud. I think will doe all I cannot tell I think so Dec. How to Iunius I 'll more enquire of this You 'll fight now Iud. Promise take heed of promise Captain Dec. Away and rank then Iud. But heark ye Captain there is wine distributing I would fain know what share I have Dec. Be gone ye have too much Iud. Captain no wine no fighting there 's one call'd Caratach that has wine Dec. Well Sir if you 'll be rul'd now and doe well Iud. Doe excellent Dec. Ye shall have wine or any thing goe file I 'll see ye have your share drag out your dormise and stow 'em somwhere where they may sleep handsomly they 'l hear a hunt 's up shortly Iud. Now I love thee but no more Forks nor Whips Dec. Deserve 'em not then up with your men I 'll meet ye presently and get 'em sober quickly Iud. Arm arm Bullyes all 's right again and straight and which is more more wine more wine Awake ye men of Memphis be sober and discreet we have much to do boyes Exeunt Actus Tertius Scaena Prima Enter a Messenger Mess. Prepare there for the Sacrifice the Queen comes Musick Enter in Solemnity the Druids singing the second Daughter strewing flowers then Bonduca Caratach Nennius and others Bond. Ye powerfull gods of Britain hear our prayers hear us you great Revengers and this day take pitie from our swords doubt from our valours double the sad remembrance of our wrongs in every brest the vengeance due to those make infinite and endlesse on our pikes this day pale terror sit horrors and ruines upon our executions claps of thunder hang on our armed carts and 'fore our Troops despair and death shame beyond these attend 'em Rise from the dust ye relicks of the dead whose noble deeds our holy Druids sing oh rise ye valiant bones let not base earth oppresse your honours whilest the pride of Rome treads on your Stocks and wipes out all your stories Nen. Thou great Tiranes whom our sacred Priests armed with dreadfull thunder place on high above the rest of the immortall gods send thy consuming fires and deadly bolts and shoot 'em home stick in each Roman heart a fear fit for confusion blast their spirits dwell in 'em to destruction thorow their Phalanx strike as thou strik'st a proud tree shake their Bodies make their strengths totter and their toplesse fortunes unroot and reel to ruine 1. Daugh. O thou god thou feared god if ever to thy justice insulting wrongs and ravishments of women women deriv'd from thee their shames the suffrings of those that daily fill'd thy Sacrifice with virgin incense have accesse now hear me now snatch thy thunder up now on these Romans despisers of thy power of us defacers revenge thy self take to thy killing anger to make thy great work full thy justice spoken an utter rooting from this blessed Isle of what Rome is or has been Bon. Give more incense the gods are deafe and drowsie no happy flame rises to raise our thoughts Pour on 2. Daugh. See heaven and all you pow'rs that guide us see and shame we kneel so long for pitie over your Altars since 't is no light oblation that you look for no incense offring will I hang mine eyes and as I wear these stones with hourly weeping so will I melt your pow'rs into compassion This tear for Prosutagus my brave Father ye gods now think on Rome this for my Mother and all her miseries yet see and save us but now ye must be open ey'd See heaven O see thy showrs stoln from thee our dishonours A smoak from the Altar O sister our dishonours can ye be gods and these sins smother'd Bon. The fire takes Car. It does so but no flame rises Cease your fretful prayers your whinings and your tame petitions the gods love courage arm'd with confidence and prayers fit to pull them down weak tears and troubled hearts the dull twins of cold spirits they sit and smile at Hear how I salute 'em Divine Audate thou who hold'st the reins of furious Battels and disordred War and proudly roll'st thy swarty chariot wheels over the heaps of wounds and carcasses sailing through seas of bloud thou sure-steel'd sternnesse give us this day good hearts good enemies good blowes o' both sides wounds that fear or flight can claim no share in steel us both with angers and warlike executions fit thy viewing let Rome put on her best strength and thy Britain thy little Britain but as great in fortune meet her as strong as shee as proud as daring and then look on thou red ey'd god who does best reward with honour who despair makes flie unarme for ever and brand with infamie Grant this divine Audate 't is but Justice and my first blow thus on thy holy Altar A flame arises I sacrifise unto thee Bon. It flames out Musick Car. Now sing ye Druides Song Bon. 'T is out again Car. H 'as given us leave to fight yet we ask no more the rest hangs in our resolutions tempt him no more Bon. I would know further Cosen Car. His hidden meaning dwels in our endeavours our valours are our best gods Cheer
largely pay you for it Ron. To the purpose Virol. The forty thousand crownes the King hath given me I will bestow on you if by your meanes I may have liberty for a divorce Between me and my wife Ron. Your Juliana That for you hath indur'd so much so nobly Virol. The more my sorrow but it must be so Ron I will not hinder it without a bribe For mine own ends I would have further'd this I will use all my power Virol. 'T is all I aske Oh my curs'd fate that ever man should hate Himselfe for being belov'd or be compeld To cast away a Jewell Kings would buy Tho with the losse of Crown and Monarchy Exeunt Enter Sesse Master Boatswaine Gunner Ses. How do I look Mast. You are so strangely alterd We scarce can know you so young againe and utterly From that you were figure or any favour Your friends cannnot discern you Ses. I have none None but my faire revenge and let that know me You are finely alterd too Boats To please your humour But we may passe without disguise our living Was never in their element Gun This Jew sure That alter'd you is a made knave Ses. O! a most excellent fellow Gun, How he has mew'd your head has rub'd the show off And run your beard into a peak of twenty Boat Stopt all the crannies in your face Mast. Most rarely Boat And now you look as plump your eyes as sparkling As if you were to leap into a Ladies saddle Has he not set your nose awry Ses. The better Boat I think it be the better but t is awry sure North and by East I ther 's the point it stands in Now halfe a point to th' Southward Ses. I could laugh But that my businesse requires no mirth now Thou art a merry fellow Boat I would the Jew sir Could steer my head right for I have such a swimming in 't Ever since I went to Sea first Mast. Take wine and purg it Boate. I have had a thousand pils of Sack a thousand A thousand pottle pils Gun Take more Boate. Good Doctor En. Citizens severally Your patient is easily perswaded Mast. The next faire open weather Me thinks this Jew If he were truly known to founder'd Courtiers And decaied Ladies that have lost their fleeces On every bush he might pick a pretty living Boate. The best of all our gallants now be glad of him For if you marke their marches they are tender Soft soft and tender then but observe their bodies And you shall find 'em cemented by a Surgeon Or some Physitian for a year or two And then to th' tub again for a new pickle This Jew might live a Gentile here En. 2. Citizens at both dores saluting afar off Ses. What are these Stand close and marke Boat These are no men th' are motions Ses. What sad and ruthfull faces Boate. How they duck This sencelesse silent courtesie me thinks Shewes like two Turkes saluting one another Upon two French porters backs Ses. They are my Countrymen And this some forc'd infliction from the tyrant What are you why is this why move thus silent As if you were wandring shadowes why so sad Your tongues seald up are yee of severall Countries You understand not one another Gun That 's an English man He lookes as though he had lost his dog Ses. Your habits Shew ye all Neapolitanes and your faces Deliver you oppressed things speak boldly Do you groan and labor under this stiffe yoak Mast. They shake their heads and weep Ses. O misery Give plenteous sorrow and no tongues to shew 'em This is a studied cruelty 1. Citi. Be gon sir It seemes you are a stranger and your selfe 2. Citi. You wonder here at us as much we wonder To hear you speak so openly and boldly The Kings command being publisht to the contrary T is death here above two to talk together And that must be but common salutation neither Short and so part Boate. How should a man buy mustard If he be forc'd to stay the making of it Within 1. Cleare all the streetes before the King 1. Cit. Get off Sir And shift as we must do Exeunt Citizens Ses. I 'le see his glory Mast. Stand fast now and like men Flourish colours Cast. Begin the game sir En. Castrucrio like the King in the midst of a gard Villio And pluck me down the Row Of houses there They hide the view o th' hill and sink those merchants Their ships are foule and stinke Mast. This is a sweete youth Cast. All that are taken in assemblies Their houses and their wives their wealthes are fore it Their lives at your devotion Villaines Knaves I 'le make you bow shake I 'le make you kneele Rogues How brave t is to be a King Gun Here 's fine tumbling Cast. No man shall sit i' th' temple neer another Boate. Nor lie with his own wife Cast. All upon paine Of present death forget to write Boate. That 's excellent Carriers and foot-Posts wil be arrant Rebels Cast. No Character or stamp that may deliver This mans intention to that man i' th' Country Gun Nay an you cut off after my hearty commendations Your friend and Oliver No more Cast. No man smile And wear a face of mirth that fellowes comming And hides a double heart he 's your prize smoke him Enter Virolet Ronvero Ascanio and Martia Passing over Ses. What base abuse is this Ha t is her face sure My prisoners with her too by heaven wild whore Now is my time Mast. Do what you will Ses. Stay hold yet My Country shall be serv'd first let her go Wee 'l have an hour for her to make her tremble Now shew your selves and blesse you with your valors Guard Here 's a whole plump of Rogues Virolet and they off againe Ses. Now for your Country Cast. Away with 'em and hang 'em no no mercy I say no mercy Ses. Be it so upon 'em Guard Treason treason treason Boate. Cut the slaves to giggets Gun Down with the bul-beefes Ses. Hold hold I command you look here Cast. A miserable thing I am no King sir Ses. Sirra your fooles face has preserv'd your life Wear no more Kings coates you have scap'd a scouring Boate. I' st not the King Ses. No t is a prating Rascall The puppy makes him mirth Cast. Yes sir I am a puppy Boate. I beseech you let me hang him I 'le do 't in my belt straight Cast. As you are honorable It is enough you may hang me Gun I 'le hang a squib at 's taile That shall blow both his buttocks like a petar Cast. Do any thing But do not kill me Gentlemen Enter Citizen Boate. Le ts flea him and have him flye blowen Cit. Away and save your lives The King himselfe is conning on if you stay You are lost for ever let not so much noblenesse Willfully perish Sess. How neer 2. Citiz. He 's here behind you Ex. Sess. Boatsw Saylers Citizens Sess. We thank
King Needs men that onely doe what he commands And search no further 't is the profession Of all our Nation to serve faithfully Where th' are best payed and if you entertaine us I doe not know the thing you can command Which we 'le not put in act Roner. A goodly Parsonage Mast. And if you have an Enemy or so That you would have dispatch'd Gun They are here can fit you Boats Or if there be an Itch though to a man Sess. You shall tye Our consciences in your purse-strings Roner. Gentlemen I like your freedome I am now in haste But waite for my return I like the Rascals They may be usefull Ses. We 'l attend you Sir Roner. Doe and be confident of entertainment I hope ye will deserve it Exit Roner and Guard Ses. O no doubt Sir Thus farre we are prosperous we 'l be his guard Till Tyranny and pride finde full reward Exeunt Enter Pandulfo and Juliana Pand. My blessing no a Fathers heavy curse Pursue and overtake him Jul. Gentle Sir Pand. My name and Family end in my self Rather then live in him Iul. Deare Sir forbeare A fathers curses hit far off and kill too And like a murthering-piece aymes not at one But all that stand within the dangerous level Some bullet may return upon your selfe too Though against nature if you still go on In this unnaturall course Pand. Thou art not made Of that same stuffe as other women are Thy injuries would teach patience to blaspheme Yet still thou art a Dove Jul. I know not malice but like an innocent suffer Pand. More miraculous He have a woman Chronicled and for goodnesse Which is the greatest wonder Let me see I have no sonne to inherit after me Him I disclaime What then He make thy vertues my sole heire Thy story I le have written and in Gold to In prose and verse and by the ablest doers A word or two of a kind step-father He have put in good Kings and Queens shal buy it And if the actions of ill great women And of the modern times too are remembred That have undone their husbands and their families What will our story do It shal be so And I wil streight about it Exit Pand. Enter Boy Jul. Such as love Goodnesse for glory have it for reward I love mine for it selfe let innocence Be written on my Tomb though ne're so humble T is all I am ambitious of But I Forget my vows Boy 'Fore me you are not modest Nor is this Courtlike Would you take it wel If she should rudely presse into your Clolst When from your several Boxes you choose paint To make a this daies face with Jul. What 's the matter Boy Pray know her pleasure first Jul. To whom speak you Boy Boy Your Ladiships pardon That proud Lady theife That stole away my Lord from your embraces Wrinckes at two and twenty on her cheekes for 't Or Mercury unallayed make blisters on it Would force a visit Jul. And dare you deny her Or any else that I call mine No more Attend her with all reverence and respect The want in you of manners my Lord may Construe in me for malice I wil teach you How to esteem and love the beauty he dotes on Prepare a banquet Enter Martia and Boy Madam thus my duty Stoops to the favour you vouchsafe your servant In honouring her house Mart. Is this in scorn Jul. No by the life of Virolet give me leave To sweare by him as by a Saint I worship But am to know no further my heart speaks that My servants have been rude and this boy doting Upon my sorrows hath forgot his duty In which that you may think I have no share Sirra upon your knees desire her pardon Boy I dare not disobey you Mart. Prethee rise My anger never looks so low I thank you And wil deserve it If we may be private I came to see and speak with you Jul. Be gone Exit Boy Good Madam sit Mart. I rob you of your place then Jul. You have deserv'd a better in my bed Make use of this too Now your pleasure Lady If in your breaard there be a worthy pitty That brings you for my comfort you do nobly But if you come to triumph in your conquest Or tread on my calamities 't wil wrong Your other excellencies Let it suffice That you alone enjoy the best of men And that I am forsaken Mart. He the best The scum and shame of mankind Jul. Virolet Lady Mart. Blest in him I would my youth had chosen Consuming feavers bed-rid age For my companions rather then a thing To lay whose basenesse open would even poyson The tongue that speaks it Jul. Certainly from you At no part he deserves this and I tell you Durst I pretend but the least title to him I should not hear this Mart. He 's an impudent villaine Or a malicious wretch to you ungratefull To me beyond expression barbarous I more then hate him from you he deserves A death most horrid from me to die for ever And know no end of torments Would you have comfort Would you wash off the stain that sticks upon you In being refus'd Would you redeem your fame Shipwrack'd in his base wrongs if you desire this It is not to be done with slavish suffering But by a Noble anger making way To a most brave revenge we may call justice Our injuries are equal joyn with me then And share the honour Jul. I scarce understand you And know I shal be most unapt to learn To hate the man I stil must love and honour Mar. This foolish dotage in soft-hearted women Makes proud men insolent but take your way I le run another course Jul. As you are noble Deliver his offence Mart. He has denied The rites due to a wife Jul. O me most happy How largely am I payd for all my sufferings Most honest Virolet thou just performer Of all thy promises I call to mind now When I was happy in those joyes you speak of In a chast bed and warranted by Law too He oft would swear that if he should survive me Which then I knew he wisht not never woman Should taste of his imbraces this one act Makes me again his debtor Mart. And was this The cause my youth and beauty were contemn'd If I sit down here wel Jul. I dare thy worst Plot what thou canst my piety shal guard him Against thy malice Leave my house and quickly Thou wilt infect these innocent walls By vertue I wil inform him of thy bloody purpose And turn it on thine own accursed head Believ 't I wil Exit Juliana Mart But t is not in thy power To hinder what I have decreed against him He set my selfe to sale and live a strumpet Forget my birth my father and his honour Rather then want an instrument to help me Enter Ronvere In my revenge The Captain of the guard Blest opportunity courts me Ron. Sad and troubled How brave
a King were terrible Cast. Nay then I 'le carve my self I 'le stay no ceremonies This is a Partridge Pye I am sure that 's nourishing Or Galen is an Asse 't is rarely season'd Ha Doctor have I hit right a mark a mark there Vil. What ailes thy grace Cast. Retrive those Partridges Or as I am a King Doct. Pray Sir be patient They are flowen too farre Vil. These are breath'd pyes an 't please you And your hawkes are such Buzzards Cast. A King and have nothing Nor can have nothing Vil. What think you of pudding A pudding Royall Cast. To be royally starv'd Whip me this foole to death he is a blockhead Vil. Let 'em think they whip me as we think you a King 'T will be enough Cast. As for you dainty Doctor the Table taken away All gone all snatch'd away and I unsatsfied Without my wits being a King and hungry Suffer but this thy treason I tell thee Doctor I tell it thee in earnest and in anger I am damnably hungry my very grace is hungry Vil. A hungry grace is fittest to no meale Sir Doct. Some two houres hence you shall see more but still Sir You must retaine a strict and excellent dyet Vil. It sharpens you and makes your wit so poynant Your very words will kill Doct. A bit of Marmalade No bigger then a Pease Vil. And that well butter'd The ayre thrice purified and three times spirited Becomes a King your rare conserve of nothing Breeds no offence Cast. Am I turn'd King Camelion And keep my Court i th' ayr Fer. They vex him cruelly Asca. In two dayes more they 'l starve him Fer. Now the women there 's no food left but they Asca. They 'l prove small nourishment Yet h 'as another stomack and a great one I see by his eye Cast. I 'le have mine own power here Mine own Authority I need no tutor Doctor this is no dyet Doct. It may be Sir Vil. Birlady it may turne to a dry dyet And how thy grace will ward that Cast. Stand off Doctor And talke to those that want faith Fer. Hot and mighty Asca. He will coole apace no doubt Cast. Faire plump and red A forehead high an eye revives the dead A lip like ripest fruit inviting still Vil. But O the rushy well below the hill Take heed of that for though it never faile Take heed I say for thereby hangs a taile Cast. I 'le get ye all with Childe Vil. With one Childe Brother So many men in a Blew Coat Cast. Had I fed well And drank good store of wine ye had been blest all Blest all with double Births come kisse me greedily And think no more upon your foolish Husbands They are transitory things a Kings fame meets you Doct. Vanish away Ex. Women Cast. How they gone too my guard there Take me this devill Doctor and that foole there And sow 'em in a sack bring back the women The lovely women drown these rogues or hang 'em Asca. He is in earnest Sir Fer. In serious earnest Enter Sess. Master Boatsw Gunner and Saylors I mist needs take him off Sess. Now now be free Now liberty now Country-men shake from ye The Tyrants yoake All Liberty liberty liberty Guard Treason treason treason Fer. We are betrayed fly to the town cry Treason And raise our faithfull friends O my Ascanio sca. Make haste we have way enough Guard Treason treason Ex. Fer. Asca. and guard Sess. Spare none put all to th' sword a vengeance shake thee Art thou turn'd King againe Cast. I am a rascall Spare me but this time if ever I see King more Or once beleeve in King Sess. The ports are ours The treasure and the port fight bravely Gentlemen Cry to the Town cry liberty and honour Waken their persecuted soules cry loudly One of crying Liberty and freedome We 'l share the wealth among ye Cast. Doe you heare Captaine If ever you heare me name a King Sess. You shall not Cast. Or though I live under one obey him Gun This rogue againe Sess. Away with him good Gunner Cast. Why look ye Sir I 'le put you to no charg I 'le never eat Gun I 'le take a course you shall not Come no more words Enter Boatsw Cast. Say nothing when you kill me Sess. He 's taken to the Towers strength Now stand sure Gentlemen We have him in a pen he cannot scape us The rest o th' Castle 's ours liberty liberty What is this City up Boatsw. They are up and glorious And rouling like a storm they come their Tents Ring nothing but liberty and freedome The women are in Arms too Sess. Let 'em come all Honour and liberty All Honour and liberty Exeunt Enter Iuliana Jul. This womans threats her eyes even red with fury Which like prodigious meteors foretold Assur'd destruction are still before me Besides I know such natures unacquainted With any meane or in their love or hatred And she that dar'd all dangers to possesse him Will check at nothing to revenge the losse Of what she held so deare I first discover'd Her bloody purposes which she made good And openly profess'd 'em that in me Was but a cold affection charity Commands so much to all for Virolet Me thinks I should forget my Sexes weaknesse Rise up and dare beyond a womans strength Then doe not counsell he is too secure And in my judgement 't were a greater service To free him from a deadly Enemy Then to get him a friend I undertooke too To crosse her plots oppos'd my piety Against her malice and shall vertue suffer No Martia wer 't thou here equally armed I have a cause spite of thy masculine breeding That would assure the victory my angell Direct and help me Enter Virolet like Ronvere Vir. The State in Combustion Part of the Cittadell forc'd the treasure seiz'd on The guards corrupted arme themselves against Their late protected Master Ferrant fled too And with small strength into the Castles Tower The onely Aventine that now is left him And yet the undertakers nay performers Of such a brave and glorious enterprize Are yet unknown they did proceed like men I like a childe and had I never trusted So deep a practise unto shallow fools Besides my soules peace in my Iuliana The honour of this action had been mine In which accurs'd I now can claime no share Iul. Ronvere 't is he a thing next to the devill I most detest and like him terrible Martia's right hand the Instrument I feare too That is to put her bloody will into act Have I not will enough and cause too mighty Weake womens fear fly from me Vir. Sure this habit This likenesse to Ronvere which I have studied Either admits me safe to my designe Which I too cowardly have halted after And suffer'd to be ravish't from my glory Or sincks me and my miseries together Either concludes me happy Iul. He stands musing Some mischiefe is now hatching In the full meditation of his
onely inhabited with rare dreames and wonders I would not be a knave againe a villaine Lord how I loath it now for these know all Sir And they would finde me out Ped. They are excellent women Deepe in their knowledge friend Rod. I would not be traytor And have these of my Jury how light I am And how my heart laughes now me thinkes within me Now I am Catechiz'd I would ever dwell here For there is a kinde of Court of Reformation Had I beene stubborn friend Ped. They would have found it Rod. And then they would have handled me a new way The devils dump had been danced then Ped. Let 's away And doe their great Commands and do 'em handsomely Contrite and true for I beleeve Roderigo And constantly beleeve we shall be happy Rod. So you doe well fall edge or flat O my side All I can stagger at is the Kings Anger Which if it come I am prepar'd to meet it Ped. The King has mercy friend as well as Justice And when you fall no more Rod. I hope the fairest Exeunt Scaena quinta Enter Master Seberto Curio Cur. We have told ye what he is what time we have sought him His nature and his name the seeming Boy too Ye had here how and what by your own relation All circumstances we have cleer'd That the Duke sent him We told ye how impossible he knowes him not That he is mad himselfe and therefore fit To be your Prisoner we dare swear against it Seb. Take heed Sir be not madder then you would make him Though he be rash and suddain which is all his wildenes Take heed ye wrong him not he is a Gentleman And so must be restor'd and cleer'd in all points The King shall be a Judge else Cur. 'T was some trick That brought him hither the Boy and letter counterfeit Which shall appear if ye dare now detain him Mast. I dare not Sir nor will not I beleeve ye And will restore him up had I known sooner H 'ad been a neighbour and the man you speak him Though as I live he carried a wild seeming My Service and my selfe had both attended him How I have us'd him let him speake Seb. Let 's in and visit him Then to the holy Temple there pay our duties And so wee 'le take our leaves Mast. I 'le waite upon ye Exeunt Scaena Sexta An Altar prepar'd Solemne Musick Enter Governour Verdugo Courtiers Ladies c. Gov. This to devotion sacred be This to the Kings prosperity This to the Queen and Chastity Musick Ver. These Oblations first we bring To purge our selves These to the King To love and beautie these now sing Musick Ladies Holy Altar daigne to take These for our selves For the Kings sake And honour these These sacred lye To Vertue Love and Modesty Our wishes to Eternity Musick Enter Pedro and Roderigo Ped. For our selves first thus we bend Forgive us heaven and be our friend Rod. And happy fortune to us send Ped. To the King honour and all Ioy Long and happy from annoy Rod. Prosperous be all his dayes Every new houre a new praise Ped. Every minute thus be seene Both And thousand honours Crowne the Queene Musick Enter Alphonso Curio Seberto Seb. Come to the Altar let us do our duties Alph. I have almost forgot a Church Cur. Kneele reverently Alph. For my lost wits let me see First J pray and secondly To be at home againe and free And if I travell more hang me For the King and for the Queene That they may be wise and seene Never in the Mad-mans Jnne For my daughter I would pray But she has made a holly-day And needs not my devotion now Let her take her own course heaven Whether it be od or even Musick Enter Alinda Iuletta like Shepheards And if that please not take her you Seb. A short and sweet Meditation what are these here Alin. Haile to this sacred place Iul. They are all here Madam No violence dare touch here be secure My Bilbo Master too how got he loose againe How lamentably he lookes he has had discipline I dare not let him know my prancks Seb. 'T is she sure Cur. 'T is certainly Ped. Ha! doe I dazell Rod. 'T is the faire Alinda Gov. What wonder stand these strangers in Rod. Her woman by her The same Sir as I live Alph. I had a daughter With such a face once such eyes and nose too Ha let me see 't is wondrous like Alinda Their devotion ended I 'le marke 'em and neerer And she had a Filly that waited on her Just with such a favour Doe they keepe Goats now Alin. Thus we kneele and thus we pray A happy honour to this day Thus our Sacrifice we bring Ever happy to the King Jul. These of Purple Damask greene Sacred to the vertuous Queene Here we hang Alin. As these are now Her glories ever spring and show These for our selves our hopes and loves Full of pincks and Ladies gloves Of hartes-ease too which we would faine As we labour for attaine Heare me heaven and as I bend Full of hope some comfort send Jul. Heare her heare her if there be A spotles Sweetnes this is she Musick Ped. Now Roderigo stand Rod. He that devides ye Devides my life too Gov. Pedro Noble Pedro Doe not you know your friend Ped I know and honour ye Gov. Lady this leave I 'le crave pray be not angry I will not long devide you how happy Pedro Would all the Court be now might they be thee Might they but see you thus and thus embrace you The King will be a joyfull man beleeve it Most joyfull Pedro Ped. I am his humble Servant Nay good Sir speake your will I see you wonder one easie word from you Alph. I dare say nothing My tongue 's a new tongue Sir and knowes his tither Let her doe what she please I dare doe nothing I have been damn'd for doing will the King know him That fellow there will he respect and honour him He has been look'd upon they say will he own him Gov. Yes certainly and grace him ever honour him Restore him every way he has much lamented him Alp. Is 't your will too this is the last time of asking Rod. I am sure none else shall touch her none else enjoy her If this and this hold Alp. You had best begin the game then I have no title in her Pray take her and dispatch her and commend me to her And let me get me home and hope I am sober Kisse kisse it must be thus stand up Alinda I am the more Childe and more need of blessing Ye had a waiting woman one Iuletta A pretty desperate thing just such another As this sweet Lady we call'd her nimble chaps I pray is this the party Jul. No indeed Sir She is at home I am a little Foot-Boy That walke a nights and fright old Gentlemen Make 'em loose Hats and Cloakes Alph. And Horses too Iul.
on it desperately but never Presume to hope for grace till thou recover And weare the favour that was ravish'd from thee Lam. He weares my head to then Gen. Poore foole farewell Exit Luc. My womanish soul which hitherto hath governd This coward flesh I feele departing from me And in me by her beauty is inspir'd A new and masculine one instructing me What 's fit to doe or suffer powerfull love That hast with loud and yet a pleasing thunder Rous'd sleeping manhood in me thy new creature Perfect thy worke so that I may make known Nature though long kept back wil have her owne Exeunt Actus Quintus Scaena prima Enter Lamorall and Lucio Lam. Can it be possible that in six short houres The subiect still the same so many habits Should be remov'd or this new Lucio he That yesternight was baffeld and disgrac'd And thankt the man that did it that then kneeld And blubberd like a woman should now dare One terme of honour seeke reparation For what he then appear'd not capable of Luc. Such miracles men that dare doe injuries Live to their shames to see and for punishment And scourge to their proud follies Lam. Prethee leave me Had I my Page or foot-man here to flesh thee I durst the better heare thee Luc. This scorn needs not And offer such no more Lam. Why say I should You 'l not be angry Luc. Indeed I think I shal Would you vouchsafe to shew your selfe a Captaine And lead a little further to some place That 's lesse frequented Lam. He looks pale Luc. If not Make use of this Lam. There 's anger in his eyes too His gesture voyce behaviour all new fashion'd Wel if it does endure in act the triall Of what in show it promises to make good Ulysses Cyclops Io's transformation Eurydice fetcht from Hell with all the rest Of Ovids Fables I le put in your Creed And for proofe all incredible things may be Writ down that Lucio the coward Lucio The womanish Lucio fought Luc. and Lamorall The stil imployd great duellist Lamorall Took his life from him Lam. T will not come to that sure Methinks the onely drawing of my Sword Should fright that confidence Luc. It confirmes it rather To make which good know you stand now oppos'd By one that is your Rivall one that wishes Your name and title greater to raise his The wrong you did lesse pardonable then it is But your strength to defend it more then ever It was when justice friended it The Lady For whom we now contend Genevora Of more desert if such incomparable beauty Could suffer an addition your love To Don Vitelli multipli'd and your hate Aagainst my father and his house increas'd And lastly that the Glove which you there wear To my dishonour which I must force from you Were deerer to you then your life Lam. You 'l finde It is and so I le guard it Luc. All these meet then With the black infamy to be foyld by one That 's not allowd a man to help your valour That falling by your hand I may or die Or win in this one single opposition My Mistris and such honour as I may Inrich my fathers Armes with Lam. T is said Nobly My life with them are at the stake Luc. At all then Fight Lam. She 's yours this and my life to follow your fortune And give not onely back that part the looser Scorns to accept of Luc. What 's that Lam. My poor life Which do not leave me as a further torment Having dispoild me of my Sword mine honour Hope of my Ladies grace fame and all else That made it worth the keeping Luc. I take back No more from you then what you forc'd from me And with a worser title yet think not That I le dispute this as made insolent By my successe but as one equall with you If so you wil accept me that new courage Or call it fortune if you please that is Confer'd upon me by the onely sight Of fair Genevora was not bestow'd on me To bloody purposes nor did her command Deprive me of the happinesse to see her But till I did redeem her favour from you Which onely I rejoyce in and share with you In all you suffer else Lam. This curtesie Wounds deeper then your Sword can or mine owne Pray you make use of either and dispatch me Luc. The barbarous Turke is satisfied with spoile And shall I being possest of what I came for Prove the more Infidell Lam. You were better be so Then publish my disgrace as t is the custome And which I must expect Luc. Judge better on me I have no tongue to trumpet mine owne praise To your dishonour t is a bastard courage That seekes a name out that way no true born one Pray you be comforted for by all goodnesse But to her vertuous selfe the best part of it I never wil discover on what termes I came by these which yet I take not from you But leave you in exchange of them mine own With the desire of being a friend which if You wil not grant me but on further triall Of manhood in me seeke me when you please And though I might refuse it with mine honour Win them again and weare them so good morrow Exit Lam. I nere knew what true valour was till now And have gain'd more by this disgrace then all The honours I have won they made me proud Presumptuous of my fortune a meere beast Fashion'd by them onely to dare and doe Yeelding no reasons for my wilfull actions But what I stuck on my Swords point presuming It was the best Revenew How unequall Wrongs wel maintain'd makes us to others which Ending with shame teach as to know our selves I wil think more on 't Enter Vitelli Vit. Lamorall Lam. My Lord Vit. I came to seeke you Lam. And unwillingly You nere found me till now your pleasure sir Vit. That which wil please thee friend thy vowd love to me Shall now be put in action means is offer'd To use thy good Sword for me that which still Thou wearst as if it were a part of thee Where is it Lam. T is changd for one more fortunate Pray you enquire not how Vit. Why I nere thought That there was musick in t but ascribe The fortune of it to the arme Lam. Which is grown weaker too I am not in a word Worthy your friendship I am one new vanquish'd Yet shame to tell by whom Vit. But I le tell thee Gainst whom thou art to fight and there redeeme Thy honour lost if there be any such The King by my long suit at length is pleas'd That Alvarez and my self with eithers Second Shall end the difference between our houses Which he accepts of I make choice of thee And where you speak of a disgrace the means To blot it out by such a publique triall Of thy approved valour wil revive Thy ancient courage If you imbrace it doe If not I
that may delude a good minde What shall become of me Evan. You must learne to pray Your age and honour will become a Nunnery Mar. Wilt thou remember me Weeps Evan. She weeps Sweet Lady Upon my knees I aske your sacred pardon For my rude boldnesse and know my sweet Mistris If e're there were ambition in Evanthe It was and is to do you faithfull duties 'T is true I have been tempted by the King And with no few and potent charmes to wrong ye To violate the chaste joyes of your bed And those not taking hold to usurpe your state But she that has been bred up under ye And daily fed upon your vertuous precepts Still growing strong by example of your goodnesse Having no errant motion from obedience Flyes from these vanities as meere illusions And arm'd with honesty defies all promises In token of this truth I lay my life downe Under your sacred foot to do you service Mar. Rise my true friend thou vertuous bud of beauty Thou Virgins honour sweetly blow and flourish And that rude nipping winde that seeks to blast thee Or taint thy root be curst to all posterity To my protection from this houre I take ye Yes and the King shall know Evan. Give his heat way Madam And 't will go out againe he may forget all Exeunt Enter Camillo Cleanthes and Menallo Cam. What have we to do with the times we cannot cure 'em Let 'em go on when they are swolne with surfets They 'le burst and stink then all the world shall smell 'em Cle. A man may live a bawd and be an honest man Men. Yes and a wise man too 't is a vertuous calling Cam. To his owne wife especially or to his sister The neerer to his owne blood still the honester There want such honest men would we had more of 'em Men. To be a villaine is no such rude matter Cam. No if he be a neat one and a perfect Art makes all excellent what is it Gentl In a good cause to kill a dozen coxcombs That blunt rude fellowes call good Patriots Nothing nor ne're look'd after Men. 'T is ene as much as easie too as honest as cleer To ravish Matrons and deflowre coy wenches But here they are so willing 't is a complement Cle. To pull downe Churches with pretention To build 'em fairer may be done with honour And all this time beleeve no God Cam. I think so 't is faith enough if they name him in their angers Or on their rotten Tombs ingrave an Angell Well brave Alphonso how happy had we been If thou had'st rain'd Men. Would I had his disease Tyed like a Leprosie to my posterity So he were right againe Clean. What is his Melady Cam. Nothing but sad and silent melancholly Laden with griefes and thoughts no man knows why neither The good Brandino Father to the Princesse Used all the art and industry that might be To free Alphonso from this dull calamity And seat him in his rule he was his eldest And noblest too had not faire nature stopt in him For which cause this was chosen to inherit Frederick the yonger Clean. Doe's he use his brother With that respect and honour that befits him Cam. He is kept privately as they pretend To give more ease and comfort to his sicknesse But he has honest servants the grave Rugio And Fryer Marco that waight upon his Person And in a Monastery he lives Men. 'T is full of sadnesse To see him when he comes to his fathers Tombe As once a day that is his Pilgrimage Whilst in devotion the Quire sings an Antheme How piously he kneeles and like a Virgin That some crosse fate had cozen'd of her Love Weeps till the stubborne Marble sweats with pitty And to his grones the whole Quire beares a Chorus Enter Frederick Sorano with the Cabinet Pod. So do I too The King with his contrivers This is no place for us Exeunt Lords Fred. This is a Jewell Lay it aside what Paper 's that Pod. A Letter But 't is a womans Sir I know by the hand And the false authography they write old Saxon Fred. May be her ghostly mothers that instructs her Sor. No 't is a cozens and came up with a great Cake Fred. What 's that Sora. A paire of Gloves the Duchesse gave her For so the outside saies Fred. That other Paper Sor. A charme for the tooth-ach here 's nothing but Saints and Crosses Fre. Look in that box me thinks that should hold secrets Pod. 'T is paint and curles of haire she begins to exercise A glasse of water too I would faine taste it But I am wickedly afraid 't will silence me Never a Conduit Pipe to convey this water Sor. These are all Rings deaths heads and such mementoes Her Grandmother and worme-eaten Aunts left to her To tell her what her beauty must arive at Fred. That that Pod. They are written Songs Sir to provoke young Ladies Lords here 's a prayer booke how these agree Here 's a strange Union Sor. Ever by a safest you have a julip set to coole the Patient Fred Those those Sor. They are Verses to the blest Evanthe Fred. Those may discover Reade them out Sorant To the blest Evanthe LEt those complaine that feeles Loves cruelty And in sad Legents write their woes With Roses gently has corrected me My war is without rage or blowes My Mistris eyes shine faire on my desires And hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires No more an Exile will I dwell With folded armes and sighs all day Reckoning the torments of my hell And flinging my sweet joyes away I am call'd home againe to quiet peace My Mistris smiles and all my sorrowes cease Yet what is living in her eyes Or being blest with her sweet tongue If these no other joyes imply A golden Give a pleasing wrong To be your owne but one poore Moneth I 'd give My youth my fortune and then leave to live Fred. This is my rivall that I knew the hand now Sor. I know it I have seene it 't is Valerio's That hopefull Gentlemans that was brought up with ye And by your charge nourisht and fed At the same Table with the same allowance Fred. And all this curtesie to ruine me Crosse my desires had better have fed humblier And stood at greater distance from my fury Go for him quickly finde him instantly Whilst my impatient heart swells high with choller Better have lov'd despaire and safer kist her Exit Lords Enter Evanthe and Cassandra Eva. Thou old weak foole dost thou know to what end To what betraying end he got this Casket Durst thou deliver him without my Ring Or a command from mine own mouth that Cabinet That holds my heart you unconsiderate asse Thou brainlesse Ideot Cas. I saw you go with him At their first word commit your person to him And made no scruple he is your brothers Gentleman And for any thing I know an honest man And might not I
you have a friend to honour ye Val. I thank ye Sir Evan. Pray Captaine tell the King They that are sad on Earth in Heaven shall sing Exeunt Actus Quintus Scaena Prima Enter Fryer Marco and Rugio Rug. HAve you writ to the Captaine of the Castle Mar. Yes and charged him Upon his soules health that he be not cruell Told him Valerio's worth among the people And how it must be punisht in posterity Though he scape now Rug. But will not he Fryer Marco betray this to the King Mar. Though he be stubborne and of a rugged nature yet he is honest And honours much Valerio Rug. How doe's Alphonso For now me thinks my heart is light againe And pale feare fled Mar. He is as well as I am The Rogue against his will has say'd his life A desperate poyson has re-cur'd the Prince Rug. To me 't is most miraculous Mar. To me too till I consider why it should do so And now I have found it a most excellent Physick It wrought upon the dull cold misty parts That clog'd his soule which was another poyson A desperate too and found such matter there And such abundance also to resist it And weare away the dangerous heat it brought with it The pure blood and the spirits scap'd untainted Rug, 'T was Heavens high hand none of Sorano's pitty Mar. Most certaine 't was had the malitious villaine Enter Castruchio Given him a cooling poyson he had paid him Rug. The Captain of the Castle Mar. O ye Are welcome how doe's your Prisoner Cast. He must go for dead But when I do in deed of so much villany I le have my skin pull'd o're mine eares my Lord Enter Alphonso and Fryers Though I am the Kings I am none of his abuses How doe's your Royall Charge that I might see once Mar. I pray see now you are a trusty Gentleman Alph. Good Fathers I thanke Heaven I feele no sicknesse Cast. He speaks againe Alph. Nothing that barres the free use of my spirit Me thinks the ayre 's sweet to me and company A thing I covet now Castruchio Cast. Sir he speaks and knowes for Heaven sake break my pate Lord That I may be sure I sleep not Alph. Thou wert honest Ever among the rank of good men counted I have been absent long out of the world A dreame I have lived how doe's it looke Castruchio What wonders are abroad Cast. I fling off duty to your dead Brother for he is dead in goodnesse And to the living hope of brave Alphonso The noble heire of nature and of honour I fasten my Allegeance Mar. Softly Captaine we dare not trust the ayre with this blest secret Good Sir be close againe heaven has restor'd ye And by miraculous meanes to your faire health And made the instrument your enemies malice Which doe's prognosticate your noble fortune Let not our carelesse joy lose you againe Sir Help to deliver ye to a further danger I pray you passe in and rest a while forgotten For if your brother come to know you are well againe And ready to inherit as your right Before we have strength enough to assure your life What will become of you and what shall we Deserve in all opinions that are honest For our losse of judgement care and loyalty Rug. Deere Sir passe in Heaven has begun the worke And blest us all let our indeavours follow To preserve this blessing to our timely uses And bring it to the noble end we aime at Let our cares worke now and our eyes pick out An houre to shew ye safely to your Subjects A secure houre Alph. I am counsell'd ye are faithfull Cast. Which houre shall not be long as we shall handle it Once more the tender of my duty Alph. Thank ye Castr. Keep you the Monastery Rug. Strong enough I le warrant ye Exeunt Enter the Foole and Podrano Pod. Who are all these that crowde about the Court Foole Those strange new faces Foole. They are Suitors Coxcombe Dainty fine Suitors to the widow Lady Thou hadst best make one of 'em thou wilt be hang'd as handsomly At the Moneths end and with as much joy follow'd And 't were to morrow as many mourning bawds for thee And holy Nuns whose vestall fire ne're vanishes In sackcloth smocks as if thou wert Heire apparent To all the impious Suburbs and the sink-holes Pod. Out you base rogue Foole. Why dost abuse thy selfe Thou art to blame I take thee for a Gentleman But why doe's not thy Lord and Master marry her Pod. Why she is his sister Foole. 'T is the better Foole He may make bold with his owne flesh and blood For a my conscience there 's none else will trust him Then he may pleasure the King at a dead pinch too Without a Mephestophilus such as thou art And ingrosse the royall disease like a true Subject Pod. Thou wilt be whipt Foole. I am sure thou wilt be hangd I have lost a Ducket else which I would be loath to venter Without certainty They appeare Pod. Why these are rascals Foole. They were meant to be so doo's thy Master deserve better kindre Pod. Ther 's an old Lawyer Trim'd up like a Gally Foist what would he do with her Foole. As Userers do with their Gold he would looke on her And read her over once a day like A hard report Feed his dull eye and keepe his fingers itching For any thing else she may appeale to a Parliament Sub Paena's and Post Kaes have spoil'd his Cod peece There 's a Physitian too older then he And Gallen Gallenatius but he has lost his spurres He would be nibling too Pod. I marked the man if he be a man Foole. Has much a do to be so Searecloths and Sirrops glew him close together He would fall a peeces else mending of she patients And then trying whether they be right or no In his owne person there 's the honest care an 't Has mollifi'd the man if he do marry her And come but to warme him well at Cupids bonfire He will bulge so subtilly and suddenly You may snatch him up by parcels like a Sea Rack Will your Worship go and looke upon the res Sir And heare what they can say for themselves Pod. I 'le follow thee Exeunt Enter Camillo Menallo Cleanthes Castruchio Cam. You tell us wonders Cast. But I tell you truths they are both well Men. Why are not we in Armes then And all the Island given to know Cast. Discreetly and privately it must be done 't will misse else And prove our ruines most of the noble Citizens Know it by me and stay the houre to attend it Prepare your hearts and friends let their's be right too And keepe about the King to avoid suspition Enter Frederick and Socano When you shall heare the Castle Bell take courage And stand like men away the King is comming Exeunt Lords Fre. Now Captain what have you done with your Prisoner Cast. He is dead Sir and his body flung
Frederick Brother I am come to see you and have brought A Banquet to be merry with your Grace I pray sit downe I do beseech your Majesty And eat eat freely Sir why do you start Have you no stomack to the meat I bring you Dare you not taste have ye no Antidotes You need not feare Sorano's a good Apothecary Me thinks you looke not well some fresh wine for him Some of the same he sent me by Sorano I thank you for 't it sav'd my life I am bound to ye But how 't will worke on you I hope your Lordship Will pledge him too me thinks you looke but scurvily And would be put into a better colour But I have a canded Toad for your good Lordship Sor. Would I had any thing that would dispatch me So it were downe and I out of this feare once Fred. Sir Thus low as my duty now compells me I do confesse my unbounded sinnes my errours And feele within my soule the smarts already Hide not the noble nature of a brother The pitty of a friend from my afflictions Let me a while lament my misery And cast the load off of my wantonesse Before I finde your fury then strike home I do deserve the deepest blow of Justice And then how willingly O death I le meet thee Alp. Madam those sweet tears are potent speakers And brother live but in the Monastery Where I lived with the selfe same silence too I le teach you to be good against your will brother Your tongue has done much harme that must be dumbe now The daily pilgrimage to my fathers Tombe Teares sighs and groanes you shall weare out your daies with And true ones too you shall performe deare brother Your diet shall be slender to inforce these to light a pennance Sir Fred. I do confesse it Alph. Sorano you shall Sor. How he studies for it Hanging 's the least part of my pennance certaine Evanthe kneeles Alph. What Lady 's that that kneeles Cast. The chaste Evanthe Alph. Sweet your petition Evan. 'T is for this bad man Sir Abominable bad but yet my brother Alph. The bad man shall attend at bad a Master And both shall be confin'd within the Monastery His ranke flesh shall be pull'd with daily fasting But once a week he shall smell meat he will surfet else And his immodest minde compell'd to prayer On the bare bords he shall lye to remember The wantonnesse he did commit in beds And drinke faire water that will ne're inflame him He sav'd my life though he purpos'd to destroy me For which I le save his though I make it miserable Madam at Court I shall desire your company You are wise and vertuous when you please to visit My brother Frederick you shall have our Licence My deere best friend Valerio Val. Save Alphonso Omn. Long live Alphonso King of us and Naples Alph. Is this the Lady that the wonder goes on Honour'd sweet maid here take her my Valerio The King now gives her she is thine owne without feare Brother have you so much provision that is good Not season'd by Sorano and his Cooks That we may venture on with honest safely We and our friends Fred. All that I have is yours Sir Alph. Come then let 's in and end this Nuptiall Then to our Coronation with all speed My vertuous maid this day I le be your Bride-man And see you bedded to your owne desires too Beshrew me Lords who is not merry hates me Onely Sorano shall not beare my cup Come now forget old paines and injuries As I must do and drowne all in faire healths That Kingdom 's blessed where the King begins His true love first for there all loves are twins Exeunt Omnes Prologue YOu are welcome Gentlemen and would our Feast Were so well season'd to please every Guest Ingenuous appetites I hope we shall And their examples may prevaile in all Our noble friends who writ this bid me say He had rather dresse upon a Triumph day My Lord Mayers Feast and make him Sawces too Sawce for each severall mouth nay further go He had rather build up those invincible Pyes And Castle Custards that afright all eyes Nay eat 'em all and their Artillery Then dresse for such a curious company One single dish yet he has pleas'd ye too And you have confest he knew well what to do Be hungry as you were wont to be and bring Sharpe stomacks to the stories he shall sing And he dare yet he saies prepare a Table Shall make you say well drest and he well able Epilogue WE have your favovrs Gentlemen and you Have our indeavours deere friends grudge not now There 's none of you but when you please can sell Many a lame Horse and many a faire tale tell Can put off many a maid unto a friend That was not so since the action at Mile-end Ours is a Virgin yet and they that love Untainted flesh we hope our friends will prove Here endeth A Wife for a Moneth VVIT At severall VVeapons Actus primus Scaena prima Enter Sir Perfidious Old-craft an old Knight and Witty-pate his Sonne Witty SIr i 'me no Boy i 'me deepe in one and twenty The second yeare 's approaching Old K. A fine time For a youth to live by his wits then I should thinke If e're he meane to make account of any Witty Wits Sir Old K. I wits Sir if it be so strange to thee I 'me sorry I spent that time to get a Foole I might have imploy'd my paines a great deale better Thou know'st all that I have I ha got by my wits And yet to see how urgent thou art too It grieves me thou art so degenerate To trouble me for meanes I never offer'd it My Parents from a Schoole-boy past nineteen once See what these times are growne too before twenty I rusht into the world which is indeed Much like the Art of Swimming he that will atteine to 't Must fall plumpe and duck himselfe at first And that will make him hardy and adventurous And not stand putting in one foot and shiver And then draw tother after like a quake-buttock Well he may make a padler i' the world From hand to mouth but never a brave swimmer Borne up by th' chin as I bore up my self With my strong industry that never fayl'd me For he that lyes borne up with Patrimonies Lookes like a long great Asse that swims with bladders Come but one prick of adverse fortune to him He sinkes because he never try'd to swim When wit playes with the billowes that choackt him Witty Why is it not a fashion for a Father Sir Out of his yearely thousands to allow His only sonne a competent brace of hundreds Or such a toy Old K. Yes if he meane to spoyle him Or mar his wits he may but never I This is my humour Sir which you 'le finde constant I love wit so well because I liv'd by 't That I le give no man power out
thrive accordingly I warrant you Rin. But heark ye Seigniour Frigozo you shall first understand I have no friends with me to trouble you Frig. Humh That 's a good motive Rin. Nor to borrow money of you Frig. That 's an excellent motive Rin. No my sweet Don nor to ask what you owe me Frig. Why that is the very motive of motives why I ought and will know thee and if I had not wound thee up to this promise I would not have known thee these fifteen yeers no more then the errantest or most foundered Castillian that followed our new Q carriages afoot Rin. Nor for any thing deer Don but that you would place me conveniently to see the Play to night Frig. That shall I Seignior Rinaldo but would you had come sooner you see how full the Scaffolds are there is scant room for a Lovers thought here Gentlewomen sit close for shame Has none of ye a little corner for this Gentleman I 'll place ye fear not And how did our brave King of Portugal Emanuel bear himself to day You saw the solemnitie of the marriage Rin. Why like a fit Husband for so gracious and excellent a Princesse as his worthie mate Isabella the King of Castiles Daughter doth in her very external lineaments mixture of colours and joyning Dove-like behaviour assure her self to be And I protest my deer Don seriously I can sing prophetically nothing but blessed hymns and happie occasions to this sacred union of Portugal and Castile which have so wisely and mutually conjoyned two such vertuous and beautifull Princes as these are and in all opinion like to multiplie to their very last minute Frig. The King is entring Seignior hover here about and as soon as the Train is set clap into me wee 'll stand neer the State If you have any Creditors here they shall renew bonds a Twelvemonth on such a sight but to to touch the pomell of the Kings chair in the sight of a Citizen is better security for 10 0 double duckets then three of the best Merchants in Lisbon Besides Seignior wee will censure not onely the King in the Play here that reigns his two hours but the King himself that is to rule his life time Take my counsell I have one word to say to this noble assembly and I am for you Rin. Your method shall govern me Frig. Prologues are Hinshers bare before the wise Why may not then an Hinsher Prologize Here 's a fair sight and were ye oftner seen Thus gather'd here 't would please our King and Queen Upon my conscience ye are welcome all To Lisbon and the Court of Portugall Where your fair eyes shall feed on no worse sights Then preparations made for Kings delights We wish to men content the manliest treasure And to the women their own wish'd for pleasure Flourish Enter King and Queen Emanuel and Isabella Lords and attendants Em. Fair fountain of my life from whose pure streams the propagation of two Kingdome flowes never contention rise in eithers brest but contestation whose love shall be best Isab. Majestick Ocean that with plenty feeds me thy poor tributary Rivolet Sun of my beauty that with radiant beams dost gild and dance upon these humble streams curst be my birth-hour and my ending day when back your love-floods I forget to pay or if this brest of mine your crystall brook ever take other form in other look but yours or ere produce unto your grace a strange reflection or anothers face but be your love-book clasp'd open'd to none but you nor hold a storie but your own a water fix'd that ebbs nor floods pursue frozen to all onely dissolv'd to you Em. O who shall tel the sweetnesse of our love to future times and not be thought to lye I look through this hour like a perspective and far off see millions of prosperous seeds that our reciprocall affection breeds Thus my white rib close in my brest with me which nought shall tear hence but mortalitie Flourish Lords Be Kingdoms blest in you you blest in them Frig. Whist Seignior my strong imagination shews me Love me thinks bathing in milk and wine in her cheeks O how she clips him like a plant of Ivie Rin. I Could not you be content to be an owl in such an ivie-bush or one of the oaks of the City to be so clipt Frig. Equivocal Don though I like the clipping well I could not be content either to be your owl or your ox of the Citie The Play begins Flourish Enter a Poet with a garland Poet Prologue Low at your sacred feet our poor Muse layes Her and her thunder fearlesse virdant Bayes Four severall Triumphs to your Princely eyes Of Honour Love Death and Time do rise From our approaching subject which we move Towards you with fear since that a sweeter Love A brighter Honour purer Chastitie March in your brests this day triumphantly Then our weak Scenes can show then how dare we Present like Apes and Zanies things that be Exemplifi'd in you but that we know We ne'r crav'd grace which you did not bestow Enter in triumph with Drums Trumpets Colours Martius Valerius Sophocles bound Nicodemus Cornelius Captains and Souldiers Mar. What means proud Sophocles Soph. To go even with Martius and not to follow him like his Officer I never waited yet on any man Mar. Why poor Athenian Duke thou art my slave my blows have conquerd thee Soph. Thy slave proud Martius Cato thy countrey-man whose constancie of all the Romans I did honour most rip'd himself twice to avoid slavery making himself his own Anatomie But looke thee Martius not a veine runs here from head to foote but Sophocles would unseame and like a spring garden shoote his scornfull blood it no their eyes durst come to tread on him As for thy browes they did not conquer me Seven Battailes have I met thee face to face and given thee blow for blow and wound for wound and till thou taught'st me knew not to retire thy sword was then as bold thy arm as strong thy blows then Martius cannot conquer me Val. What is it then Soph. Fortune Val. Why yet in that thou art the worse man and must follow him Soph. Young Sir you erre If Fortune could be call'd or his or yours or mine in good or evill for any certain space thou hadst spoke truth But she but jests with man and in mischance abhors all constancie flowting him still with some small touch of good or seeming good midst of his mischiefe which vicissitude makes him strait doff his armour and his fence he had prepar'd before to break her strokes So from the very Zenith of her wheel when she has dandled some choice favorite given him his boons in women honour wealth and all the various delicies of earth that the fool scorns the gods in his excesse she whirls and leaves him at th' Antipodes Mar. Art sure we have taken him Is this Sophocles his fettred arms say no his free soul I This