when I part from hope the best of life euer part from me Beat I take you and your word which may euer liue your seruant see day is quite broke vp the best of houres Free: Good morrow gracefull mistres our nuptiall day holds Beat With happy constancy a wished day Exit Enter Malhoureus Free: My selfe and all content rest with you Mal: The studious morne with paler cheeke drawes on The dayes bold light harke how the free-borne birdes Caroll their vnaffected passions The Nitingalls sing Now sing they sonnets thus they crye we loue O breath of heauen thus they harmles soules Giue intertaine to mutuall affects They haue no Baudes no mercenary bedds No politike restraints no artificiall heats No faint dissemblings no custome makes them blush No shame afflicts theire name O you happy beastes In whome an inborne heat is not held sinne How far transcend you wretched wretched man Whome nationall custome Tyrannous respects Of slauish order fetters lames his power Calling that sinne in vs which in all things els Is natures highest vertue O miseri quorum gaud a crimen haben Sure nature against vertue crosse doth fall Or vertues selfe is oft vnnaturall That I should loue a strumpet I a man of Snowe Now shame forsake me whether am I fallen A creature of a publique vse my frendes loue to To liue to be a talke to men a shame To my professed vertue O accursed reason How many eyes hast thou to see thy shame And yet how blind once to preuent defame Free Diaboli vertus in Lumbis est morrow my frend come I could make a tedious scene of this now but what pab thou art in loue with a Courtezan why sir should we loath all strumpet asume men should hate their owne mothers or sisters a sinne against kinde I can tell you Mal: May it be a wise man to be in loue Free: Let wise men alone t will beseeme thee and me well enough Mal: Shall I not offend the vowe band of our frendship Free: What to affect that which friend affected by heauen I resigne her freely the creature and I most growe of by this time shee has assurely heard of my resolued marriage and no question sweares Gods Sacrament ten Towsand Diuells I le resigne I faith Mal: I would but imbrace her heare her speake and at the most but kisse her Free: O frend he that could liue with the smoake of roast meate might liue at a cheape rate Mal: I shall neere prooue hartely receiued A kinde of flat vngratious modesty An insufficient dulnes staines my hauiour Free No matter sir In-sufficiency and sottishnes are much commendable in a most discommendable action now could I swallow thee thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold I le tell thee Hell and the prodegies of angrie loue are not so fearefull to a thinking minde as a man without affection why frend Philosophie a nature are all one loue is the center in which all lines close the common bonde of being Mal: O but a chast reserued priuatnes a modest continence Free: He tell thee what take this as firmest sence In Continence will force a Continence Heate wasteth heate light defaceth light Nothing is spoyled but by his proper might This is some thing too waighty for thy floore Mal. But how so ere you shade it the worlds eye Shines not and open out Lying malice enuie are held but fidyngs Errors of rage when custome and the world Calls lust a crime spotted with blackest terrore Free Where errors are held Crimes Crimes are but errors Along sir to her shee is an arrand strumpet a strumpet is A Sarpego Venom de Gonory to man Offer to go out suddenly draws back Things actually possessed yet since thou art in loue And againe as good make vse of a Statue A body without a soule a carkasse three monethes dead Yet since thou art in loue Mal. Death man my destiny I cannot choose Free Nay I hope so againe they fell but onely flesh No iot affection so that euen in the enioying Absentem marmore amque putes yet since you needs must loue Mal. Vnauoidable though folly worse then madnes Free, Its true but since you needs most loue you must know this He that must loue a foole and he must kisse Enter Cocledemoy M. Cocledemoy vt vales Domine Cocl Ago tibi gratias my worshipfull friend how do'es your friend Free Out you rascall Cocle. Hang toastes you are an Asse much a your worships brayne lyes in your Calues bread a God boy I was at supper last night with a new weande bulchin bread a God drunke horribly drunke horribly drunke there was a wench one Franke Frailty a puncke an honest pole-cat of a cleane In step found legge smooth thigh and the nimble Diuell in her buttocke all fiest a grace when saw you Tysefew or M. Caqueteur that pratling gallant of a good draught common customes fortunate impudence and sound fare Free A way Rogue Cocl Hang toastes my fine boy my companion as worshipfull Mal. Yes I heare you are taken vp with schollers and church-men Enter Holifernes the Barbar Cocle. Qùanquam to Marce fili my fine boy does your worship want a Barber Surgeon Free Farewell knaue beware the Mulligrubs Exeunt Freeuill and Mat. Cocle. Let the Malligrubs beware the knaue what a Barbar Surgeon my delicate boy Holof. Yes sir an apprentise to surgery Ti s my fine boy to what bawdy house doth your Maister belong what 's thy name Holof. Holifernes Rain-scure Cocle. Rainscure good M. Holifernes I desire your further acquaintance nay pray yee bee couered my fine boy kill thy itch and heale thy skabes is thy Maister rotten Holif. My father forsooth is dead Cocle. And laid in his graue alas what comfort shall Peggy then haue Hol. None but me sir that 's my mothers sonne I assure you Cocl Mothers sonne a good witty boy would liue to read an Homilie well and to whome are you going now Hol. Marry forsooth to trim M. Mulligrub the Vintner Cocl Doe you know M. Mulligrub Hol. My Godfather Sir Cocl Good boy hold vp thy chops I pray thee doe one thing for me my name is Gudgeon Hol. good M. Gudgeon Cocl Lend me thy bason razer and Apron Hol. O Lord sir Cocl Wel spokē good english but what 's thy furniture worth Hol. O Lord sir I know not Cocl Well spoken a boy of a good wit holde this pawne where dost dwell Hol. At the signe of the three razor sir Cocl A signe of good shauing my carastrophonicall fine boy I haue an odde iest to trim M. Mulligrub for a wager a iest boy a humor I le returne thy thinges presently hold Hol. What meane you good M. Gudgeon Cocl Nothing faith but a iest boy drinke that I le recoile presently Hol. You 'le not stay long Cocl As I am an honest man the 3. razers Hol. I sir Exit Holifernes Cocl Good and if I shaue not M. Mulligrub
Syring straight and your Lotium vnspile Enter Franchiscina Free: See Sir this is she Mal. This Free This Mal. A Curtesan Now cold bloud defend me what a proportion afflictes me Fran. O mine aderliuer loue vat sall me do to requit dis your must affection Free Marry salute my friend clippe his necke and kisse him welcome Fran. A mine art Sir you bin very velcome Free Kisse her man with a more familiar affection so come what entertainement goe to your Lute Exit Fran. And how dost approue my somtimes elected fees none of your ramping Cannibals that deuoure mās flesh nor any of your curtian gulfes that will neuer be satisfied vntill the best thing a man has be throwne into them I lou'd her with my heart vntill my soule shewed me the imperfection of my body and placed my affection on a lawful loue my modest Beatrice which if this short heeles knew there were no being for mee with eyes before her face But faith dost thou not some what excuse my sometimes incontinency with her enforciue beauties Speake Ma. Hah she is a whore is she not Free VVhore fie whore you may call her a Curtezan a Cocatrice or as that worthy spirite of an eternall happinesse saide a Suppositarie but whore fie t is not in fashion to call thinges by their right names is a great marchant a cockold you must say he is one of the liuery is a great Lord a foole you must say he is weake is a gallant pocky you must say he has the court skab come shee s your mistresse or so Enter Francischina with her Lute Come Syren your voice Fran. Vill not you stay in mine bosome to night loue Free By no meanes sweet breast this Gentleman has vowde to see me chastly layde Fran. He shall haue a bedde too if dat it please him Free Peace you tender him offence hee is one of a professed abstinence Syren your voyce and away She singes to her Lute The Song The darke is my delight So t is the Nightingales My Musicke 's in the night So is the Nightingales My body is but little So is the Nightingales I loue to sleepe gainst prickle So doth the Nightingale Thankes Busse so the night growes old good rest Fran. Rest to mine deare loue rest and no long absence Free Beleeue me not long Fran. Sall Ick not beleeue you long Exit Fracischina Fre. O yes come viah away boy on Exit his Page lighting him Enter Freuill and seemes to ouerheare Malheureus Mal. Is she vnchast can such a one be damde O loue and beautie yee two eldest seedes Of the vast Chaos what strong right you haue Euen in thinges diuine our very soules Free Wha ha ho come bird come stand peace Mal. Are strumpets then such things so delicate Can custome spoile what nature made so good Or is their Custome bad Beauti 's for vse I neuer saw a sweet face vitious It might be proud inconstant wanton nice But neuer tainted with vnnaturall vice Their worst is their best art is loue to winne O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Free: By the Lord hee 's caught Laughter eternall Mal: Soule I must loue her desteny is weake to my affection A common loue blush not faint breast That which is euer loued of most is best Let colder-eld the strongst obiections moue No lou 's without some lust no life without some loue Eree: Nay come on good sir what though the most odious spectacle the world can present be an imōdest vulgar woman Yet sir for my sake Mal: Well sir for your sake I le thinke better of them Free: Doe good sir and pardon me that haue brought you in You knowe the sight of vice augments the hate of sinne Mal: Hah will you go home sir 't is hye bed time Free: With all my hart sir only do not chide me I must confesse Mal: A wanton louer you haue been Free: O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Mal: Say yee Free Let colder eld the strongst obiections mooue Mal: Howe 's this Free: No loue 's without some lust No life without some loue go your wayes for an Apostata I beleue my cast garment must be let out in the seames for you when all is done Of all the fooles that would all man out-thrust He that 'gainst Nature would seeme wise is worst Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Freeuile pages with torches and gentlemen with musicke Free: The morne is yet but younge here gentlemen This is my Beatrice window this the chamber Of my betrothed dearest whose chaste eyes Full of lou'd sweetnesse and cleare cherefulnes Haue gag'd my soule to her in ioyings Shredding away all those weake vnder-braunches Of base affections and vnfruitfull heates Here bestow your musick to my voyce Cantat Enter Beatrice aboue Alwaies a vertuous name to my chast loue Bea: Lou'd sir the honor of your wish returne to you I cannot with a mistres complement Forced discoursses or nice art of wit Giue entertaine to your deere wished presence But safely thus what harty gratefulnes Vnsulleine Silence vnaffected modesty And an vnignorant shamefastnes can expresse Receiue as your protested due Faith my hart I am your seruant O let not my secure simplicity breed your mislike As one quite voyde of skill T is Grace inough in vs not to be ill I can some good and faith I mean no hurt Do not then sweete wrong sober ignorance I iudge you all of vertue and our vowes Should kill all feares that base distrust can mooue my soule what say you still you loue Free: Still my vowe is vp aboue me like time Irrevocable I am sworne all yours No beauty shall vntwine our armes no face In my eyes can or shall seeme faire And would to God only to me you might Seeme only faire let others disesteeme Your matchles graces so might I safer seeme Enuie I couet not far far be all ostent Vaine boasts of beauties soft ioyes and the rest He that is wise pants on a priuate brest So could I liue in desart most vnknowne Your selfe to me enough were Populous Your eyes shall be my ioyes my wine that still Shall drowne my often cares your onely voyce Shall cast a slumber on my listning sence You with soft lip shall onely ope mine eyes And sucke theire lidds a sunder onely you Shall make me wish to liue not feare death So on your cheekes I might yeild latest breath O he that thus may liue and thus shall dye May well be enuied of a dietie Beat Deare my lou'd hart be not so passionate nothing extreame liues long Free: But not to be extreame nothing in loue 's extreame my loue receiues no meane Beat I giue you fayth and pre thee since poore foule I am so easy to beleeue thee make it much more pitty to deceiue me weare this sleight fauor in my remēbrance throweth downe a ring to him Free: Which
my wit has no edge and I may goe cacke in my pewter let me see a Barbar my scurule tongue will discouer me must dissemble must disguise for my beard my false hayre for my tongue Spanish Dutch or Welsh no a Northerne Barbar very good widdow Raine-soures man well newly entertainde right to hang tostes all cardes haue white backes and all knaues would seeme to haue white breaster so proceede now worshipfull Cocledemoy Exit Cocledemoy in his Barbars furniture Enter Marie Eough and Francischina with her Harye Loose chafing Mary Nay good sweete daughter doe not swagger so you heare your loue is to bee married true he does cast you off right he will leaue you to the world what then tho blew and white black and greene leaue you may not redde and yellow entertain you is there but one coullor in the Raine-bow Francis Grand Grincome on your sentences Gods sacrament ten towsand diuels take you you ha brought mine loue mine honor mine boddy all to noting Mary Fough To nothing I 'le be sworne I haue brought them to all the thinges I could I ha made as much a your maydenhead and you had beene mine owne daughter I could not ha sold your Mayden head oftner then I ha done I ha sworn for you God forgiue me I haue made you acquainted with the Spaniard Don Skirtoll with the Italian M. Beieroane with the Irish Lord S. Patrick with the Dutch Marchant Haunce Herkin Ginkin Skellam Flappdragon and specially with the greatest French and now lastly with this English yet in my conscience an honest Gentleman and am I now growne one of the accursed with you for my labour is this my reward am I calde Bawde Well Mary Fough goe thy wayes Mary Fough thy kind heart will bring thee to the Hospitall Francisc. Nay good Naunt you 'le helpe me to an oder loue vil you not Mar. Out thou naughty belly wouldst thou make mee thy Bawde thu 'st best make me thy Bawde I ha kept counsell for thee who paide the Apothecary wa st not honest Mary Fough who redeemde thy petticote and mantle wa st not honest Mary Fough who helped thee to thy custome not of swaggering Ireland Captaines nor of 2. s. Innes a court men but with honest atte-cappes wealthy flat-caps that pay for their pleasure the best of any men in Europe nay which is more in London and dost thou defile me vile creature Francis Foutra pon you Vitch Bawde Pole-catte Paugh did not you prayse Freeuill to mine loue Fough I did prayse I confesse I did prayse him I sede hee was a foole an vnthrift a true whoremaister I confesse a constāt drabbe keeper I confesse but what the winde is turnde Erancis. It is it is vile woman reprobate woman naughtie woman it is vat sal become of mine poore flesh now mine boddy must turne Turke for 2. d. O Diuela life a mine art Ick sall be reuengde doe ten thousand Hell damme me Ick sal haue the rouge trote cut and his loue and his friend and all his affinitie sall smart sall dye sal hang now legion of deuill seaze him de gran pest S. Anthonies fire and de hot Neopolitan poc rotte him Enter Freeuil and Malheureus Freeuil. Francischina Fran. O mine feete deerst kindest mine louing O mine towsand ten towsand delicated petty seet art Cantat Gallice a mine a deere leeuest affection Free Why Monky no fashion in you giue entertaine to my friend Franc. Icke sal make de most of you dat curtesie may Aunt Mary Mettre Faugh stooles stooles for des gallantes mine Mettre sing non oder song frolique frolique Sir but still complaine me doe her wrong lighten your heart Sir for me did but kisse her for me did but kis her and so let go Your friend is very heauy ick sall neere like such sad company Free No thou delightest onely in light Company Fran: By mine trot he been very sad vat ayle you sir Mal. A tooth ake Lady a paultry rheume Fran. De diet is very goot for de rheume Free: How far of dwels the house surgeon Mary Fough Mar. You are a prophane fellow I faith I little thought to heare such vngodly termes come from your lips Fran. Pre de now t is but a toy a very trifle Free I care not for the valew Franke but I faith Fran. I fait me must needes haue it dis is Beatrice ring oh could I get it seet pree now as euer you haue embraced me with a hearty arme a warme thought or a pleasing touch as euer you will professe to loue me as euer you do wish me life giue me dis ring dis litle ring Free Pree be not vnciuillie importunate sha not ha 't faith I care not for thee nor thy ielousie sha not ha 't ifaith Francis: You doe not loue me I heare of Sir Hubert Subboys daughter Mistresse Beatrice Gods Sacrament ick could scratch out her eyes and sucke the holes Free: Goe y' are growne a puncke rampant Francis So get thee gone nere more behold min eyes by thee made wretched Free: Mary Fough farewell farewell Franck Franck. Sall I not ha de ring Free: No by the Lord Franck: By te Lord Free: By the Lord Frank. Goe to your new Blouze your vnproude sluttery your modest Mettre forsooth Free: Marry will I forsooth Franck: Will you marry forsooth Free: Doe not turne witch before thy time With all my hart Sir you will stay Mal. I am no whit my selfe Video meliora proboque But raging lust my fate all strong doth moue The Gods themselues cannot be wise and loue Free: Your wishes to you Exit Freeuil Mal: Beautie entirely choyce Fran: Pray yee proue a man of fashion and neglect the neglected Mal. Can such a raritie bee neglected can there be measure or sinne in louing such a creature Fran. O min poore forsaken hart Mal: I can not containe he saw thee not that left thee If there be wisedome reason honor grace Of any foolishly esteemed vertue In giuing o're possession of such beautie Let me be vitious so I may be lou'de Passion I am thy slaue sweete it shall be my grace That I account thy loue my onely vertue Shall I sweare I am thy most vowed seruant Fran. Mine vowed go go go I can no more of loue no no no you bin all vnconstant O vnfaithfull men tyrantes betrayers de very enioying vs looseth us and when you onely ha made vs hatefull you onely hate vs O mine forsaken hart Mal. I must not raue Scilence and modesty two customarie vertues will you be my mistresse Franc: Mettres ha ha ha Mal. VVill you lie with me Franc. Lie with you O no you men will out-lie any woman fait me no more can loue Mal. No matter let me enioy your bed Franc O vile man vat do you tinck on me doe you take mee to be a beast a creature that for sence onely will entertaine loue and not onely for loue loue O
Le ts meete and practise presently Tise. Content wee le but fit our pumpes Come ye pernitious vermine Exeunt Enter Malheuerus Free My friend wished houres what newes from Babilon How dos the woman of Sinne and naturall concupisence Mal. The eldest child of nature nere beheld So dam'd a creature Free What In noua fert animus mutatas dicere formas which way beares the Tyde Mal. Deare loued Sir I finde a minde courageously vitious may put on a desperate securitie but can neuer bee blessed with a firme inioying and selfe satisfaction Free what passion is this my deare Lindabridis Mal. T is well we both may iest I ha beene tempted to your death Free What is the rampant Cocatrice growne mad for the losse of hir men Mal. Deuilishly mad Free As most assured of my second loue Mal. Right Free She would haue had this ring Mal. I and this heart and in true proofe you were slaine I should bring her this ring from which she was assured You would not part vntill from life you parted For which deede and onely for which deede I should possesse her sweetnesse Free O bloody villaines nothing is defamed but by his proper selfe Phisitions abuse remedies Lawyers spoyle the Lawe and women onely shame women you ha vow'd my death Mal. My lust not I before my reason would yet I must vse lust that I a man of sence should conceiue endelesse pleasure in a body whose soule I know to be so hideously blacke Free That a man at twentie three should cry O sweete pleasure and at fortie three should sigh O sharpe Poxe but consider man furnished with omnipotencie and you ouerthrowe him thou must coole thy impatient appetite Ti 's Fate ti 's Fate Mal. I doe malign my creation that I am subiect to passion I must inioy her Free I haue it marke I giue a maske to night To my loues kindred in that thou shalt goe In that we two make shew of falling out Giue seeming challenge instantly depart With some suspition to present fight VVe will be seene as going to our swordes And after meeting this Ring onely lent I le lurke in some obscure place till rumor The common Bawde to loose suspitions Haue fayned me slaine which in respect my selfe VVill not bee found and our late seeming quarrell VVill quickly sound to all as earnest truth Then to thy wench protest me surely dead Shew her this Ring inioy her and bloud colde VVee le laugh at folly Mal. O but thinke of it Fre: Thinke of it come away vertue let sleepe thy passions VVhat old times held as crimes are now but fashions Exeunt Enter Master Garnish and Lionell Master Mulligrubbe with a standing cup in his hand and an Obligation in the other Cocledemoy stands at the other dore disguised like a French Pedler and ouer-heares them Mul: I am not at this time furnished but ther 's my bond for your Plate Gar Your bill had ben sufficient y' are a good man a standing cup parcell guilt of 32. ounces 11. pound 7. shillings the first of Iuly good plate good man good day good all Mul: T is my hard fortune I will hang the knaue no first he shall halfe rot in fetters in the Dungeon his conscience made despairfull I le hyre a Knaue a purpose shal assure him he is damn'd and after see him with mine owne eyes hanged without singing any Psalme Lord that hee has but one necke Gar You are too tyrannous you 'le vse me no further Mul: No Sir lend mee your seruant onely to carry the plate home I haue occasion of an houres absence Gar VVith easie consent sir hast and be carefull Exit Gar. Mul: Be very carefull I pray thee to my wifes owne hands Lion: Secure your selfe sir Mull: To her owne hand Lion: Feare not I haue deliuered greater thinges than this to a womans owne hand Cocl Mounsier please you to buy a fine delicate ball sweet ball a Camphyer ball Mu: Pre thee away Co: One a ball to skower a skowring ball a ball to be shaued Mull: For the loue of god talke not of shauing I haue been shaued mischeife and 1000. diuells cease him I haue been shaued Exit Mullig Co: The Fox growes fat when he is cursed I le shaue ye smother yet turd on a tile stone my lips haue a kind of rhewme at this bole I le hau 't I le gargalize my throate with this Vintner and when I haue don with him spit him out I le shark consciēce does not repine were I to bite an honest gentleman a poore grogaran poet or a penurious Parson that had but ten pigs tayles in a twelue month for want of lerning had but one good stoole in a fortnight I were damd beyond the workes of superarrogation but to wring the whythers of my gowtie barmd spiggod frigging-iumbler of elements Mulligrub I hold it as lawfull as sheepe-shearing taking egges from hens caudels from Asses or butterd shrimps from horses they make no vse of them were not prouided for them And therefore worshipfull Cocledemoy hang toasts on in grace and vertue to proceed onely beware beware degrees there be rounds in a ladder and knots in a halter ware carts hang toasts the comon counsell has decreed it I must drawe a lot for the great Goblet Exit Enter Mistresse Mulligrub and Lionell with a Goblet Mul: Nay I pray you stay and drinke and how do's your Mistresse I know her verie well I haue ben inward with her and so has many more she was euer a good patient creature yfaith with all my hart I le remēber your master an honest man he knew me before I was maryed an honest man hee is and a crafty hee comes forward in the world well I warrant him and his wife is a proper woman that she is well she has ben as proper a woman as any in Cheape she paints now and yet she keeps her husbands old Customers to him still Introth a fine fac'd wife in a wainscot carued seat is a worthy ornament to a Tradesman shop and an atractiue I warrant her husband shall finde it in the custome of his ware I le assure him God bee with you good youth I acknowledge the receit Exit Lion I acknowledge all the recent sure t is very well spoken I acknowledge the receit thus t is to haue good education and to bee brought vp in a Tauerne I doe keepe as gallant and as good companie though I say it as any she in London Squiers Gentlemen and Knightes diet at my table and I doe lend some of them money and full many fine men goe vpon my score as simple as I stand heere and I trust them and truely they verie knightly and courtly promise faire giue me verie good words and a peece of flesh when time of yere serues nay though my husband be a Citizen and 's caps made of wooll yet I ha wit and can see my good assoone as another for I haue all