em with prouerbs goe goe gouern the sweet meates and waigh the Suger that the wenches steale none say your prayers twice a day and as I take it you haue performd your function Flor. I may bee euen with you Bell. Harke the Court 's broke vp Goe helpe my old Lord out of his Caroch and scratch his head till dinner time Flor. Well Exit Bell. Fy Madam how you walke By my mayden-head you looke 7 yeeres older then you did this morning why there can be nothing vnder the Sunne valuable to make you thus a minute Beau. Ah my sweete Bellapert thou Cabinet To all my counsels thou dost know the cause That makes thy Lady wither thus in youth Bel. Vd'd-light enioy your wishes whilst I liue One way or other you shall crowne your will Would you haue him your husband that you loue And can 't not bee he is your seruant though And may performe the office of a husband Beau. But there is honor wench Bell. Such a disease There is in deed for which ere I would dy Beau. Prethee distinguish me a mayd wife Bell. Faith Madam one may beare any mans children Tother must beare no mans Beau. What is a husband Bell. Physicke that tumbling in your belly will make you sicke i th' stomacke the onely distinction betwixt a husband and a seruant is the first will lye with you when hee please the last shall lye with you when you please Pray tell me Lady do you loue to marry after or would you marry to loue after Beau. I would meete loue and marriage both at once Bell. Why then you are out of the fashion and wil be contemn'd for I le assure you there are few women i' th world but either they haue married first and loue after or loue first and marryed after you must do as you may not as you would your fathers will is the Goale you must fly to if a husband approch you you would haue further off is he your loue the lesse neere you A husband in these dayes is but a cloake to bee oftner layde vpon your bed then in your bed Baum. Humpe Bell. Sometimes you may weare him on your shoulder now and then vnder your arme but seldome or neuer let him couer you for 't is not the fashion Enter y. Nouall Pontalier Malotin Lilladam Aymer Nou. Best day to natures curiosity Starre of Dijum the lustre of all France Perpetuall spring dwell on thy rosy cheekes Whose breath is perfume to our Continent See Flora turn'd in her varieties Bell. Oh diuine Lord Nou. No autumne nor no age euer approach This heauenly piece which nature hauing wrought She lost her needle and did then despaire Euer to worke so liuely and so faire Lilad. Vds light my Lord one of the purles of your band is without all discipline falne out of his ranke Nou. How I would not for a 1000 crownes she had seen 't Deare Liladam reforme it Bell. Oh Lord Per se Lord quintessence of honour shee walkes not vnder a weede that could deny thee any thing Baum. Prethy peace wench thou dost but blow the fire that flames too much already Lilad Aym. trim Nouall whilst Bell her Lady Aym. By gad my Lord you haue the diuinest Taylor of Christendome he hath made you looke like an Angell in your cloth of Tissue doublet Pont. This is a three-leg'd Lord ther 's a fresh assault oh that men should spend time thus See see how her blood driues to her heart and straight vaults to her cheekes againe Malo What are these Pont. One of 'em there the lower is a good foolish knauish sociable gallimaufry of a man and has much taught my Lord with singing hee is master of a musicke house the other is his dressing blocke vpon whom my Lord layes all his cloathes and fashions ere he vouchsafes 'em his owne person you shall see him i' th morning in the Gally-foyst at noone in the Bullion i' th euening in Quirpo and all night in Malo A Bawdyhouse Pont. If my Lord deny they deny if hee affirme they affirme they skip into my Lords cast skins some twice a yeere and thus they liue to eate eate to liue and liue to prayse my Lord Malo Good sir tell me one thing Pont. What 's that Malo Dare these men euer fight on any cause Pont. Oh no 't would spoyle their cloathes and put their bands out of order Nou. Mrs you heare the news your father has resign'd his Presidentship to my Lord my father Malo And Lord Charolois vndone foreuer Pont. Troth 't is pity sir A brauer hope of so assur'd a father Did neuer comfort France Lila. A good dumbe mourner Aym A silent blacke Nou. Oh fie vpon him how he weares his cloathes As if he had come this Christmas from St. Omers To see his friends and return'd after Twelfetyde Lilad. His Colonell lookes fienely like a drouer Nou. That had a winter ly'n perdieu i' th rayne Aym. What he that weares a clout about his necke His cuffes in 's pocket and his heart in 's mouth Nou. Now out vpon him Beau. Seruant tye my hand How your lips blush in scorne that they should pay Tribute to hands when lips are in the way Nou. I thus recant yet now your hand looks white Because your lips robd it of such a right Monsieur Aymour I prethy sing the song Deuoted to my Mrs Cant. Musicke After the Song Enter Rochfort Baumont Baum. Romont will come sir straight Roch. 'T is well Bean. My Father Nouall My honorable Lord Roch. My Lord Nouall this is a vertue in you So early vp and ready before noone That are the map of dressing through all France Nou. I rise to say my prayers sir heere 's my Saint Roch. T is well and courtly you must giue me leaue I haue some priuate conference with my daughter Pray vse my garden you shall dine with me Lilad. Wee 'l waite on you Nou. Good morne vnto your Lordship Remember what you haue vow'd to his Mrs. Exeunt omnes prater Roch. Daug. Beau. Performe I must Roch. Why how now Beaumelle thou look'st not well Th' art sad of late come cheere thee I haue found A wholesome remedy for these mayden fits A goodly Oake whereon to twist my vine Till her faire branches grow vp to the starres Be neere at hand successe crowne my intent My businesse fills my little time so full I cannot stand to talke I know thy duty Is handmayd to my will especially When it presents nothing but good and fit Beau. Sir I am yours Oh if my teares proue true Exit Daug Fate hath wrong'd loue and will destroy me too Enter Romont keeper Rom. Sent you for me sir Roch. Yes Rom. Your Lordships pleasure Roch. Keeper this prisoner I will see forth comming Vpon my word Sit downe good Colonell Exit keeper Why I did wish you hither noble sir Is to aduise you from this yron carriage Which so affected Romont you weare To
Lilad Aymer All salute You are the fayrest virgin in Digame And Rochfort is your father Nou. What 's this change Roch. You met my wishes Gentlemen Rom. VVhat make These dogs in doublets he ere Beau. A Visitation Sir Char. Then thus Faire Beaumelle I write my faith Thus seale it in the sight of Heauen and men Your fingers tye my heart-strings with this touch In true-loue knots which nought but death shall loose And yet these eares an Embleme of our loues Like Cristall riuers indiuidually Flow into one another make one source Which neuer man distinguish lesse deuide Breath marry breath and kisses mingle soules Two hearts and bodies heere incorporate And though with little wooing I haue wonne My future life shall bee a wooing tyme And euery day new as the bridall one Oh Sir I groane vnder your courtesies More then my fathers bones vnder his wrongs You Curtius-like haue throwne into the gulfe Of this his Countries foule ingratitude Your life and fortunes to redeeme their shames Roch. No more my glory come let 's in and hasten This celebration Rom. Mal. Pont. Bau. All faire blisse vpon it Exeunt Roch. Char. Rom. Bau. Mal. Nou. Mistresse Beau. Oh seruant vertue strengthen me Thy presence blowes round my affections vane You will vndoe me if you speake againe Exit Beaum. Lilad. Aym. Here will be sport for you This workes Exeunt Lilad Aym. Nou. Peace peace Pont. One word my Lord Nouall Nou. What thou wouldst mony there Pont. No I le none I le not be bought a slaue A Pander or a Parasite for all Your fathers worth though you haue sau'd my life Rescued me often from my wants I must not Winke at your follyes that will ruine you You know my blunt way and my loue to truth Forsake the pursuit of this Ladies honour Now you doe see her made another mans And such a mans so good so popular Or you will plucke a thousand mischiefes on you The benefits you haue done me are not lost Nor cast away they are purs'd heere in my heart But let me pay you sir a fayrer way Then to defend your vices or to sooth 'em Nou. Ha ha ha what are my courses vnto thee Good Cousin Pontalier meddle with that That shall concerne thy selfe Exit Nouall Pont. No more but scorne Moue on then starres worke your pernicious will Onely the wise rule and preuent your ill Exit Hoboyes Here a passage ouer the Stage while the Act is playing for the Marriage of Charalois with Beaumelle c. Actus tertius Scaena prima Enter Nouall Iunior Bellapert Nou. In. FLie not to these excuses thou hast bin False in thy promise and when I haue said Vngratefull all is spoke Bell. Good my Lord but heare me onely Nou. To what purpose trifler Can any thing that thou canst say make voyd The marriage or those pleasures but a dreame Which Charaloyes oh Venus hath enioyd Bell. I yet could say that you receiue aduantage In what you thinke a losse would you vouchsafe me That you were neuer in the way till now With safety to arriue at your desires That pleasure makes loue to you vnattended By danger or repentance Nou. That I could But apprehend one reason how this might be Hope would not then forsake me Bell. The enioying Of what you most desire I say th' enioying Shall in the full possession of your wishes Confirme that I am faithfull Nou. Giue some rellish How this may appeare possible Bell. I will Rellish and taste and make the banquet easie You say my Ladie 's married I confesse it That Charolois hath inioyed her 't is most true That with her hee 's already Master of The best part of my old Lords state Still better But that the first or last should be your hindrance I vtterly deny for but obserue me While she went for and was I sweare a Virgin What courtesie could she with her honour giue Or you receiue with safety take me with you When I say courtesie doe not thinke I meane A kisse the tying of her shoo or garter An houre of priuate conference those are trifles In this word courtesy we that are gamesters point at The sport direct where not alone the louer Brings his Artillery but vses it Which word expounded to you such a courtesie Doe you expect and sudden Nou. But he tasted the first sweetes Bellapert Bell. He wrong'd you shrewdly He toyl'd to climbe vp to the Pheonix nest And in his prints leaues your ascent more easie I doe not know you that are perfect Crittiques In womens bookes may talke of maydenheads Nou. But for her marriage Bell. 'T is a faire protection 'Gainst all arrests of feare or shame for euer Such as are faire and yet not foolish study To haue one at thirteene but they are mad That stay till twenty Then sir for the pleasure To say Adulterie's sweeter that is stale This onely is not the contentment more To say This is my Cuckold then my Riuall More I could say but briefely she doates on you If it proue otherwise spare not poyson me With next gold you giue me Enter Beaumely Beau. How 's this seruant courting my woman Bell. As an entrance to The fauour of the mistris you are together And I am perfect in my qu Beau. Stay Bellapert Bell. In this I must not with your leaue obey you Your Taylor and your Tire-woman waite without And stay my counsayle and direction for Your next dayes dressing I haue much to doe Nor will your Ladiship know time is precious Continue idle this choise Lord will finde So fit imployment for you Exit Bellap Beau. I shall grow angry Nou. Not so you haue a iewell in her Madam Bell. I had forgot to tell your Ladiship Enter againe The closet is priuate and your couch ready And if you please that I shall loose the key But say so and t is done Exit Bellap Baum. You come to chide me seruant and bring with you Sufficient warrant you will say and truely My father found too much obedience in me By being won too soone yet if you please But to remember all my hopes and fortunes Had reuerence to this likening you will grant That though I did not well towards you I yet Did wisely for my selfe Nou. With too much feruor I haue so long lou'd and still loue you Mistresse To esteeme that an iniury to me Which was to you conuenient that is past My helpe is past my cure You yet may Lady In recompence of all my dutious seruice Prouided that your will answere your power Become my Creditresse Beau. I vnderstand you And for assurance the request you make Shall not he long vnanswered Pray you sit And by what you shall heare you 'l easily finde My passions are much fitter to desire Than to be sued to Enter Romont and Florimell Flor. Sir t is not enuy At the start my fellow has got of me in My Ladies good opinion that 's the motiue Of this
THE FATALL DOVVRY A TRAGEDY As it hath beene often Acted at the Priuate House in Blackefryers by his Maiesties Seruants Written by P. M. and N. F. LONDON Printed by IOHN NORTON for FRANCIS CONSTABLE and are to be sold at his shop at the Crane in Pauls Church-yard 1632 Charalois Romont Charmi Nouall Sen. Liladam Du Croy Rochfort Baumont Pontalier Malotin Beaumelle Florimel Bellapert Aymer Nouall Iun. Aduocates Creditors 3. Officers Priest Taylor Barber Perfumer First Song FIe cease to wonder Though you heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute Moue Trees and Rockes Charme Buls Beares and men more sauage to be mute Weake foolish singer here is one Would haue transform'd thy selfe to stone Second Song A Dialogue betweene Nouall and Beaumelle Man SEt Phoebus set a fayrer sunne doth rise From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyes then euer thou begat'st I dare not looke each haire a golden line Each word a hooke The more I striue the more still I am tooke Wom. Fayre seruant come the day these eyes doe lend To warme thy blood thou doest so vainely spend Come strangled breath Man What noate so sweet as this That calles the spirits to a further blisse Wom. Yet this out-sauours wine and this Perfume Man Let 's die I languish I consume Cittizens Song of the Courtier COurtier if thou needs wilt wiue From this lesson learne to thriue If thou match a Lady that passes thee in birth and state Let her curious garments be Twice aboue thine owne degree This will draw great eyes vpon her Get her seruants and thee honour Courtiers Song of the Citizen POore Citizen if thou wilt be A happy husband learne of me To set thy wife first in thy shop A faire wife a kinde wife a sweet wife sets a poore man vp What though thy shelues be ne're so bare A woman still is currant ware Each man will cheapen foe and friend But whilst thou art at tother end What ere thou seest or what dost heare Foole no eye to nor an eare And after supper for her sake When thou hast fed snort though thou wake What though the Gallants call thee mome Yet with thy lanthorne light her home Then looke into the towne and tell If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell The Fatall Dowry A Tragedy Act. primus Scaena prima Enter Charaloyes with a paper Romont Charmi Charmi. SIR I may moue the Court to serue your will But therein shall both wrong you and my selfe Rom. Why thinke you so sir Charmi. 'Cause I am familiar With what will be their answere they will say T is against law and argue me of Ignorance For offering them the motion Rom. You know not Sir How in this cause they may dispence with Law And therefore frame not you their answere for them But doe your parts Charmi. I loue the cause so well As I could runne the hazard of a checke for 't Rom. From whom Charmi. Some of the bench that watch to giue it More then to doe the office that they sit for But giue me sir my fee Rom. Now you are Noble Charmi. I shall deserue this better yet in giuing My Lord some counsell if he please to heare it Then I shall doe with pleading Rom. What may it be sir Charmi. That it would please his Lordship as the Presidents And Counsaylors of Court come by to stand Heere and but shew your selfe and to some one Or two make his request there is a minute When a mans presence speakes in his owne cause More then the tongues of twenty aduocates Rom. I haue vrg'd that Enter Rochfort Du Croye Charmi. Their Lordships here are comming I must goe get me a place you 'l finde me in Court And at your seruice Exit Charmi Rom. Now put on your Spirits Du Croy The ease that you prepare your selfe my Lord In giuing vp the place you hold in Court Will proue I feare a trouble in the State And that no slight one Roch. Pray you sir no more Rom. Now sir lose not this offerd meanes their lookes Fixt on you with a pittying earnestnesse Inuite you to demand their furtherance To your good purpose This such a dulnesse So foolish and vntimely as Du Croy You know him Roch. I doe and much lament the sudden fall Of his braue house It is young Charloyes Sonne to the Marshall from whom he inherits His fame and vertues onely Rom. Ha hey name you Du Croye His father died in prison two daies since Roch. Yes to the shame of this vngratefull State That such a Master in the art of warre So noble and so highly meriting From this forgetfull Country should for want Of meanes to satisfie his creditors The summes he tooke vp for the generall good Meet with an end so infamous Rom. Dare you euer hope for like oportunity Du Croye My good Lord Roch. My wish bring comfort to you Du Croye The time calls vs Roch. Good morrow Colonell Exeunt Roch. Du Croy Rom. This obstinate spleene You thinke becomes your sorrow and sorts wel With your blacke suits but grant me wit or iudgement And by the freedome of an honest man And a true friend to boote I sweare 't is shamefull And therefore flatter not your selfe with hope Your sable habit with the hat and cloake No though the ribons helpe haue power to worke 'em To what you would for those that had no eyes To see the great acts of your father will not From any fashion sorrow can put on Bee taught to know their duties Char. If they will not They are too old to learne and I too young To giue them counsell since if they partake The vnderstanding and the hearts of men They will preuent my words and teares if not What can perswasion though made eloquent With griefe worke vpon such as haue chang'd natures With the most sauage beast Blest blest be euer The memory of that happy age when iustice Had no gards to keepe off wrongd innocence From flying to her succours and in that Assurance of redresse where now Roment The damnd with more ease may ascend from Hell Than we ariue at her One Cerberus there Forbids the passage in our Courts a thousand As lowd and fertyle headed and the Client That wants the sops to fill their rauenous throats Must hope for no accesse why should I then Attempt impossibilities you friend being Too well acquainted with my dearth of meanes To make my entrance that way Rom. Would I were not But Sir you haue a cause a cause so iust Of such necessitie not to be deferd As would compell a mayde whose foot was neuer Set ore her fathers threshold nor within The house where she was borne euer spake word Which was not vshered with pure virgin blushes To drowne the tempest of a pleaders tongue And force corruption to giue backe the hire It tooke against her let examples moue you You see great men in birth esteeme and fortune Rather then lose a scruple of their right Fawne basely vpon such whose gownes put off They would
the small remainder of my life In liuing well and learning how to dye so Enter Romont and Charalois Rom. See sir our Aduocate Du Croy The Court intreats Your Lordship will be pleasd to name the man Which you would haue your successor and in me All promise to confirme it Roch. I embrace it As an assurance of their fauour to me And name my Lord Nouall Du Croy The Court allows it Roch. But there are suters waite heere and their causes May be of more necessity to be heard And therefore wish that mine may be defer'd And theirs haue hearing Du Croy If your Lordship please To take the place we will proceed Charm The cause We come to offer to your Lordships censure Is in it selfe so noble that it needs not Or Rhetorique in me that plead or fauour From your graue Lordships to determine of it Since to the prayse of your impartiall iustice Which guilty nay condemn'd men dare not scandall It will erect a trophy of your mercy VVith married to that Iustice Nou. Se. Speake to the cause Charm I will my Lord to say the late dead Marshall The father of this young Lord heere my Clyent Hath done his Country great and faithfull seruice Might taske me of impertinence to repeate What your graue Lordships cannot but remember He in his life become indebted to These thriftie men I will not wrong their credits By giuing them the attributes they now merit And fayling by the fortune of the warres Of meanes to free himselfe from his ingagements He was arrested and for want of bayle Imprisond at their suite and not long after VVith losse of liberty ended his life And though it be a Maxime in our Lawes All suites dye with the person these mens malice In death find matter for their hate to worke on Denying him the decent Rytes of buriall VVhich the sworne enemies of the Christian faith Grant freely to their slaues may it therefore please Your Lordships so to fashion your decree That what their crueltie doth forbid your pittie May giue allowance to Nou. Se. How long haue you Sir practis'd in Court Charmi. Some twenty yeeres my Lord Nou. Se. By your grosse ignorance it should appeare Not twentie dayes Charmi. I hope I haue giuen no cause in this my Lord Nou. Se. How dare you moue the Court To the dispensing with an Act confirmd By Parliment to the terror of all banquerouts Go home and with more care peruse the Statutes Or the next motion sauoring of this boldnesse May force you to leape against your will Ouer the place you plead at Carmi. I foresaw this Rom. Why does your Lordship thinke the mouing of A cause more honest then this Court had euer The honor to determine can deserue A checke like this Nou. Se. Strange boldnes Rom. T is fit freedome Or do you conclude an aduocate cannot hold His credit with the Iudge vnlesse he study His face more then the cause for which he pleades Charmi. Forbeare Rom. Or cannot you that haue the power To qualifie the rigour of the Lawes When you are pleased take a little from The strictnesse of your sowre decrees enacted In fauor of the greedy creditors Against the orethrowne debtor Nou. Se. Sirra you that prate Thus sawcily what are you Rom. Why I le tell you Thou purple-colour'd man I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder Charmi. Forbeare Rom. The nose thou wearst is my gift and those eyes That meete no obiect so base as their Master Had bin long since torne from that guiltie head And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse Had I not worne a sword and vs'd it better Then in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue Nou. Se. Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht Charmi. Heare mee Rom. Yet I that in my seruice done my Country Disdaine to bee put in the scale with thee Confesse my selfe vnworthy to bee valued VVith the least part nay haire of the dead Marshall Of whose so many glorious vndertakings Make choice of any one and that the meanest Performd against the subtill Fox of France The politique Lewis or the more desperate Swisse And 't wyll outwaygh all the good purpose Though put in act that euer Gowneman practizd Nou. Se. Away with him to prison Rom. If that curses Vrg'd iustly and breath'd forth so euer fell On those that did deserue them let not mine Be spent in vaine now that thou from this instant Mayest in thy feare that they will fall vpon thee Be sensible of the plagues they shall bring with them And for denying of a little earth To couer what remaynes of our great soldyer May all your wiues proue whores your factors theeues And while you liue your ryotous heires vndoe you And thou the patron of their cruelty Of all thy Lordships liue not to be owner Of so much dung as will conceale a Dog Or what is worse thy selfe in And thy yeeres To th' end thou mayst be wretched I wish many And as thou hast denied the dead a graue May misery in thy life make thee desire one Which men and all the Elements keepe from thee I haue begun well imitate exceed Roch. Good counsayle were it a prayse worthy deed Ex. Officers with Rom. Du Croye Remember what we are Chara. Thus low my duty Answeres your Lordships counsaile I will vse In the few words with which I am to trouble Your Lordships eares the temper that you wish mee Not that I feare to speake my thoughts as lowd And with a liberty beyond Romont But that I know for me that am made vp Of all that 's wretched so to haste my end Would seeme to most rather a willingnesse To quit the burthen of a hopelesse life Then scorne of death or duty to the dead I therefore bring the tribute of my prayse To your seueritie and commend the Iustice That will not for the many seruices That any man hath done the Common wealth Winke at his least of ills what though my father VVrit man before he was so and confirmd it By numbring that day no part of his life In which he did not seruice to his Country Was he to be free therefore from the Lawes And ceremonious forme in your decrees Or else because he did as much as man In those three memorable ouerthrowes A Granson Morat Nancy where his Master The warlike Charloyes with whose misfortunes I beare his name lost treasure men and life To be excus'd from payment of those summes Which his owne patrimony spent his zeale To serue his Countrey forc'd him to take vp Nou. Se. The president were ill Chara. And yet my Lord this much I know you ll grant After those great defeatures Which in their dreadfull ruines buried quick Enter officers Courage and hope in all men but himselfe He forst the proud foe in his height of conquest To yeeld vnto an honourable peace And in it saued an hundred thousand liues To end his owne that was sure
It is granted speake you shall haue iustice Cha. I then here accuse Most equall Iudge the prisoner your faire Daughter For whom I owed so much to you your daughter So worthy in her owne parts and that worth Set forth by yours to whose so rare perfections Truth witnesse with me in the place of seruice I almost pay'd Idolatrous sacrifice To be a false advltresse Roch. With whom Cha. With this Nouall here dead Roch Be wel aduis'd And ere you say adultresse againe Her fame depending on it be most sure That she is one Cha. I tooke them in the act I know no proofe beyond it Roch. O my heart Cha. A Iudge should feele no passions Roch. Yet remember He is a man and cannot put off nature What answere makes the prisoner Beau. I confesse The fact I am charg'd with and yeeld my selfe Most miserably guilty Roch. Heauen take mercy Vpon your soule them it must leaue your body Now free mine eyes I dare vnmou'd looke on her And fortifie my sentence with strong reasons Since that the politique law prouides that seruants To whose care we commit our goods shall die If they abuse our trust what can you looke for To whose charge this most hopefull Lord gaue vp All hee receiu'd from his braue Ancestors Or he could leaue to his posterity His Honour wicked woman in whose safety All this lifes ioyes and comforts were locked vp With thy lust a theefe hath now stolne from him And therefore Cha. Stay iust Iudge may not what 's lost By her owne fault for I am charitable And charge her not with many be forgotten In her faire life hereafter Roch. Neuer Sir The wrong that 's done to the chaste married bed Repentant teares can neuer expiate And be assured to pardon such a sinne Is an offence as great as to commit it Cha. I may not then forgiue her Roch. Nor she hope it Nor can shee wish to liue no sunne shall rise But ere it set shall shew her vgly lust In a new shape and euery on more horrid Nay euen those prayers which with such humble feruor She seemes to send vp yonder are beate backe And all suites which her penitence can proffer As soone as made are with contempt throwne Off all the courts of mercy He kils her Cha. Let her die then Better prepar'd I am Sure I could not take her Nor she accuse her father as a Iudge Partiall against her Beau. I approue his sentence And kisse the executioner my lust Is now run from me in that blood in which It was begot and nourished Roch. Is she dead then Cha. Yes sir this is her heart blood is it not I thinke it be Roch. And you haue kild her Cha. True and did it by your doome Roch. But I pronounc'd it As a Iudge onely and friend to iustice And zealous in defence of your wrong'd honour Broke all the tyes of nature and cast off The loue and soft affection of a father I in your cause put on a Scarlet robe Of red died cruelty but in returne You haue aduanc'd for me no flag of mercy I look'd on you as a wrong'd husband but You clos'd your eyes against me as a father O Beaumelle my daughter Cha. This is madnesse Roch. Keep from me could not one good thought rise vp To tell you that she was my ages comfort Begot by a weake man and borne a woman And could not therefore but partake of frailety Or wherefore did not thankfulnesse step forth To vrge my many merits which I may Obiect vnto you since you proue vngratefull Flinty-hearted Charaloys Cha. Nature does preuaile aboue your vertue Roch. No it giues me eyes To pierce the heart of designe against me I finde it now it was may state was aym'd at A nobler match was sought for and the houres I liu'd grew teadious to you my compassion Towards you hath rendred me most miserable And foolish charity vndone my selfe But ther 's a Heauen aboue from whose iust wreake No mists of policy can hide offendors Enter Nouall se with Officers Nou. se Force ope the doors O monster caniball Lay hold on him my sonne my sonne O Rochfort 'T was you gaue liberty to this bloody wolfe To worry all our comforts But this is No time to quarrell now giue your assistance For the reuenge Roch. Call it a fitter name Iustice for innocent blood Cha. Though all conspire Against that life which I am weary of A little longer yet I le striue to keepe it To shew in spite of malice and their lawes His plea must speed that hath an honest cause Exeunt Actus quintus Scaena prima Enter Liladam Taylor Officers Lila. VVHy 't is both most vnconscionable and vntimely T' arrest a gallant for his cloaths before He has worne them out besides you sayd you ask'd My name in my Lords bond but for me onely And now you 'l lay me vp for 't Do not thinke The taking measure of a customer By a brace of varlets though I rather wait Neuer so patiently will proue a fashion Which any Courtier or Innes of court man Would follow willingly Tayl. There I beleeue you But sir I must haue present moneys or Assurance to secure me when I shall Or I will see to your comming forth Lila. Plague on 't You haue prouided for my enterance in That comming forth you talke of concernes me What shall I doe you haue done me a disgrace In the arrest but more in giuing cause To all the street to thinke I cannot stand Without these two supporters for my armes Pray you let them loose me for their satisfaction I will not run away Tayl. For theirs you will not But for your owne you would looke to them fellows Lila. Why doe you call them fellows doe not wrong Your reputation so as you are meerely A Taylor faythfull apt to beleeue in Gallants You are a companion at a ten crowne supper For cloth of bodkin and may with one Larke Eate vp three manchets and no man obserue you Or call your trade in question for 't But when You study your debt-booke and hold correspondence With officers of the hanger and leaue swordmen The learned conclude the Taylor and Sergeant In the expression of a knaue are these To be Synonima Looke therefore to it And let vs part in peace I would be loth You should vndoe your selfe Tayl. To let you goe Enter old Nouall and Pontalier Were the next way But see heere 's your old Lord Let him but giue his word I shall be paide And you are free Lila. S'lid I will put him to 't I can be but denied or what say you His Lordship owing me three times your debt If you arrest him at my suite and let me Goe run before to see the action entred 'T would be a witty iest Tayl. I must haue ernest I cannot pay my debts so Pont. Can your Lordship Imagine while I liue and weare a sword Your sonnes death shall be
And men more barbarous to execute it Preuaile on his soft disposition That he had rather dye aliue for debt Of the old man in prison then he should Rob him of Sepulture considering These monies borrow'd bought the lenders peace And all their meanes they inioy nor was diffus'd In any impious or licencious path Bau. True for my part were it my fathers trunke The tyrannous Ram-heads with their hornes should gore it Or cast it to their curres than they lesse currish Ere prey on me so with their Lion-law Being in my free will as in his to shun it Pont. Alasse he knowes himselfe in pouerty lost For in this parciall auaricious age What price beares Honor Vertue Long agoe It was but prays'd and freez'd but now a dayes 'T is colder far and has nor loue nor praise Very prayse now freezeth too for nature Did make the heathen far more Christian then Then knowledge vs lesse heathenish Christian Malo This morning is the funerall Pont. Certainely And from this prison 't was the sonnes request That his deare father might interment haue Recorders Musique See the young sonne interd a liuely graue Baum. They come obserue their order Enter Funerall Body borne by 4. Captaines and Souldiers Mourners Scutchions and very good order Charolois and Romont meet it Char. speaks Rom. weeping solemne Musique 3 Creditors Char. How like a silent streame shaded with night And gliding softly with our windy sighes Moues the whole frame of this solemnity Teares sighes and blackes filling the fimily Whilst I the onely murmur in this groue Of death thus hollowly break forth Vouchsafe To stay a while rest rest in peace deare earth Thou that brought'st rest to their vnthankfull lyues Whose cruelty deny'd thee rest in death Heere stands thy poore Executor thy sonne That makes his life prisoner to bale thy death Who gladlier puts on this captiuity Then Virgins long in loue their wedding weeds Of all that euer thou hast done good to These onely haue good memories for they Remember best forget not gratitude I thanke you for this last and friendly loue And tho this Country like a viperous mother Not onely hath eate vp vngratefully All meanes of thee her sonne but last thy selfe Leauing thy heire so bare and indigent He cannot rayse thee a poore Monument Such as a flatterer or a vsurer hath Thy worth in euery honest brest buylder one Making their friendly hearts thy funerall stone Pont. Sir Char. Peace O peace this sceane is wholy mine What weepe ye souldiers Blanch not Romont weepes Ha let me see my miracle is eas'd The iaylors and the creditors do weepe Euen they that make vs weepe do weepe themselues Be these thy bodies balme these and thy vertue Keepe thy fame euer odoriferous VVhilst the great proud rich vndeseruing man Aliue stinkes in his vices and being vanish'd The golden calfe that was an Idoll dect VVith Marble pillars Iet and Porphyrie Shall quickly both in bone and name consume Though wrapt in lead spice Searecloth and perfume 1 Cred. Sir Char. VVhat Away for shame you prophane rogues Must not be mingled with these holy reliques This is a Sacrifice our showre shall crowne His sepulcher with Oliue Myrrh and Bayes The plants of peace of sorrow victorie Your teares would spring but weedes 1 Cred. VVould they not so VVee 'll keepe them to stop bottles then Rom. No keepe 'em for your owne sins you Rogues Till you repent you 'll dye else and be damn'd 2 Cred. Damn'd ha ha ha Rom. Laugh yee 3 Cred. Yes faith Sir weel 'd be very glad To please you eyther way 1 Cred. Y' are ne're content Crying not laughing Rom. Both with a birth shee rogues 2 Cred. Our wiues Sir taught vs Rom. Looke looke you slaues your thanklesse cruelty And sauage manners of vnkind Dijon Exhaust these flouds and not his fathers death 1 Cred. Slid Sir what would yee ye' are so cholericke 2 Cred. Most souldiers are so y faith let him alone They haue little else to liue on we haue not had A penny of him haue wee 3 Cred 'Slight wo'd you haue our hearts 1 Cred. We haue nothing but his body heere in durance For all our mony Priest On Char. One moment more But to bestow a few poore legacyes All I haue left in my dead fathers rights And I haue done Captaine weare thou these spurs That yet ne're made his horse runne from a foe Lieutenant thou this Scarfe and may it tye Thy valor and thy honestie together For so it did in him Ensigne this Curace Your Generalls necklace once You gentle Bearers Deuide this purse of gold this other strow Among the poore t is all I haue Romont Weare thou this medall of himselfe that like A hearty Oake grew'st close to this tall Pine Euen in the wildest wildernesse of war VVhereon foes broke their swords and tyr'd themselues VVounded and hack'd yee were but neuer fell'd For me my portion prouide in Heauen My roote is earth'd and I a desolate branch Left scattered in the high way of the world Trod vnder foot that might haue bin a Columne Mainely supporting our demolish'd house This would I weare as my inheritance And what hope can arise to me from it VVhen I and it are both heere prisoners Onely may this if euer we be free Keepe or redeeme me from all infamie Song Musicke 1 Cred. No farther looke to 'em at your owne perill 2 Cred. No as they please their Master 's a good man I would they were the Burmudas Saylor You must no further The prison limits you and the Creditors Exact the strictnesse Rom. Out you wooluish mungrells Whose braynes should be knockt out like dogs in Iuly Lest your infection poyson a whole towne Char. They grudge our sorrow your ill wills perforce Turnes now to Charity they would not haue vs Walke too farre mourning vsurers reliefe Grieues if the Debtors haue too much of griefe Exeunt Enter Beaumelle Florimell Bellapert Beau. I prithee tell me Florimell why do women marry Flor. Why truly Madam I thinke to lye with their husbands Bella. You are a foole She lyes Madam women marry husbands To lye with other men Flor. Faith eene such a woman wilt thou make By this light Madam this wagtaile will spoyle you if you take delight in her licence Beau. T is true Florimell and thou wilt make me too good for a yong Lady What an electuary found my father out for his daughter when hee compounded you two my women for thou Florimell art eene a graine too heauy simply for a wayting Gentlewoman Flor. And thou Bellapert a graine too light Bella. Well go thy wayes goodly wisdom whom no body regards I wonder whether be elder thou or thy hood you thinke because you serue my Ladyes mother are 32 yeeres old which is a peepe cut you know Flor. Well sayd wherligig Bella. You are deceyu'd I want a peg i th' middle Out of these Prerogatiues you thinke to be mother of the maydes heere mortifie