That soule immortall and the same 't is now Death cannot raze th' affects shee now retayneth And then may shee be any where shee will The soules of parents rule not childrens soules When death sets both in their dissolu'd estates Then is no child nor father then eternitie Frees all from any temporall respect I come my OVID take me in thine armes And let me breathe my soule into thy brest OVID O stay my loue the hopes thou do'st conceiue Of thy quicke death and of thy future life Are not autenticall Thou choosest death So thou might'st ioy thy loue in th' other life But know my princely loue when thou art dead Thou onely must suruiue in perfect soule And in the soule are no affections We powre out our affections with our bloud And with our blouds affections fade our loues No life hath loue in such sweet state as this No essence is so deare to moodie sense As flesh and bloud whose quintessence is sense Beautie compos'd of bloud and flesh moues more And is more plausible to bloud and flesh Then spirituall beautie can be to the spirit Such apprehension as we haue in dreames When sleepe the bond of senses locks them vp Such shall we haue when death destroies them quite If loue be then thy obiect change not life Liue high and happy still I still below Close with my fortunes in thy height shall ioy IVLI. Ay me that vertue whose braue eagles wings With euery stroke blow starres in burning heauen Should like a swallow preying toward stormes Fly close to earth and with an eager plume Pursue those obiects which none else can see But seeme to all the world the emptie aire Thus thou poore OVID and all vertuous men Must prey like swallowes on inuisible foode Pursuing flies or nothing and thus loue And euery worldly phansie is transpos'd By worldly tyrannie to what plight it list O father since thou gau'st me not my mind Striue not to rule it Take but what thou gau'st To thy disposure Thy affections Rule not in me I must beare all my griefes Let me vse all my pleasures vertuous loue Was neuer scandall to a Goddesse state But hee 's inflexible and my deare loue Thy life may chance be shortned by the length Of my vnwilling speeches to depart Farewell sweet life though thou be yet exil'd Th' officious court enioy me amply still My soule in this my breath enters thine eares And on this turrets floore will I lie dead Till we may meet againe In this proud height I kneele beneath thee in my prostrate loue And kisse the happy sands that kisse thy feet Great IOVE submits a scepter to a cell And louers ere they part will meet in hell OVID Farewell all companie and if I could All light with thee hells shade should hide my browes Till thy deare beauties beames redeem'd my vowes IVLI. OVID Shee calls him backe my loue alas may we not stay A little longer think'st thou vndiscern'd OVID For thine owne good faire Goddesse doe not stay Who would ingage a firmament of fires Shining in thee for me a falling starre Be gone sweet life-bloud if I should discerne Thy selfe but toucht for my sake I should die IVLI. I will be gone then and not heauen it selfe Shall draw me backe He calls her backe OVID Yet IVLIA if thou wilt A little longer stay IVLI. I am content OVID O mightie OVID what the sway of heauen Could not retire my breath hath turned back IVLI. Who shall goe first my loue my passionate eyes Will not endure to see thee turne from mee OVID If thou goe first my soule will follow thee IVLI. Then we must stay OVID Ay me there is no stay In amorous pleasures if both stay both die I heare thy father hence my deitie Feare forgeth sounds in my deluded eares I did not heare him I am mad with loue There is no spirit vnder heauen that workes With such illusion yet such witchcraft kill mee Ere a sound mind without it saue my life Here on my knees I worship the blest place That held my goddesse and the louing aire That clos'd her body in his silken armes Vaine OVID kneele not to the place nor aire Shee 's in thy heart rise then and worship there The truest wisdome silly men can haue Is dotage on the follies of their flesh Act V. Scene I. CAESAR MECOENAS GALLVS TIBVLLVS HORACE EQVITES RO. WE that haue conquer'd still to saue the conquer'd And lou'd to make inflictions feard not felt Grieu'd to reproue and ioyfull to reward More proud of reconcilement then reuenge Resume into the late state of our loue Worthy CORNELIVS GALLVS and TIBVLLVS You both are gentlemen you CORNELIVS A souldier of renowne and the first prouost That euer let our Roman eagles flie On swarthy Aegypt quarried with her spoiles Yet not to beare cold formes nor mens out-termes Without the inward fires and liues of men You both haue vertues shining through your shapes To shew your titles are not writ on posts Or hollow statues which the best men are Without Promethean stuffings reacht from heauen Sweet poesies sacred garlands crowne your gentrie Which is of all the faculties on earth The most abstract and perfect if shee bee True borne and nurst with all the sciences Shee can so mould Rome and her monuments Within the liquid marble of her lines That they shall stand fresh and miraculous Euen when they mixe with innouating dust In her sweet streames shall our braue Roman spirits Chace and swim after death with their choise deeds Shining on their white shoulders and therein Shall Tyber and our famous riuers fall With such attraction that th' ambitious line Of the round world shall to her center shrinke To heare their musicke And for these high parts CAESAR shall reuerence the Pierian artes MECoe. Your Maiesties high grace to poesie Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions Of leaden soules who for the vaine assumings Of some quite worthlesse of her soueraigne wreaths Containe her worthiest prophets in contempt GALL. Happy is Rome of all earths other states To haue so true and great a president For her inferiour spirits to imitate As CAESAR is who addeth to the sunne Influence and lustre in encreasing thus His inspirations kindling fire in vs HORA. PHOEBVS himselfe shall kneele at CAESARS shrine And deck it with bay-garlands dew'd with wine To quite the worship CAESAR does to him Where other Princes hoisted to their thrones By fortunes passionate and disordered power Sit in their height like clouds before the sunne Hindring his comforts and by their excesse Of cold in vertue and crosse heate in vice Thunder and tempest on those learned heads Whom CAESAR with such honour doth aduance TIBV. All humane businesse fortune doth command Without all order and with her blinde hand Shee blinde bestowes blinde gifts that still haue nurst They see not who nor how but still the worst CAES. CAESAR for his rule and for so much stuffe As fortune puts
of whose mysteries Our nets must still be clogd with heauie lead To make them sinke and catch For chearefull gold Was neuer found in the Pierian streames But wants and scornes and shames for siluer sold What what shall we elect in these extreames Now by the shafts of the great CYRRHAN Poet That beare all light that is about the world I would haue all dull Poet-haters know it They shall be soule-bound and in darknesse hurld A thousand yeares as Sathan was their fyre Ere any worthie the poetique name Might I that warme but at the Muses fire Presume to guard it should let deathlesse Fame Light halfe a beame of all her hundred eyes At his dimme taper in their memories Flie flie you are too neere so odorous flowers Being held too neere the sensor of our sense Render not pure nor so sincere their powers As being held a little distance thence O could the world but feele how sweet a touch The Knowledge hath which is in loue with goodnesse If Poesie were not rauished so much And her compos'de rage held the simplest woodnesse Though of all heats that temper humane braines Hers euer was most subtle high and holy First binding sauage liues in ciuile chaines Solely religious and adored solely If was felt this they would not thinke a loue That giues it selfe in her did vanities giue Who is in earth though low in worth aboue Most able t' honour life though least to liue And so good Friend safe passage to thy freight To thee a long peace through a vertuous strife In which le ts both contend to vertues height Not making fame our obiect but good life GEOR. CHAPMAN To his worthy friend the Author H. HOLLAND IN that this booke doth deigne SEIANVS name Him vnto more then CAESARS loue it brings For where he could not with ambition's wings One quill doth heaue him to the height of fame Yee great-ones though whose ends may be the same Know that how euer we doe flatter kings Their fauours like themselues are fading things With no lesse enuie had then lost with shame Nor make your selues lesse honest then you are To make our author wiser then he is Ne of such crimes accuse him which I dare By all his Muses sweare be none of his The men are not some faults may be these times He acts those men and they did act these crimes Amicissimo meritissimo BEN IONSON QVod arte ansus et hic tuâ Poeta Si anderent hominum Deique iuris Consulti veteres sequi aemulariérque O omnes saperemus ad salutem His sed sunt veteres araneosi Tam nemo veterum est sequutor vt tu Illos quòd sequeris nouator audis Factamen quod agis tuique primâ Libricanitie induantur horâ Nam chartis pueritiae est neganda Nascuntúrque senes oportet illi Libri queis dare vis perennitatem Priscis ingenium facit labérque Te parem hos superes vt futuros Ex nostrâ vitiositate sumas Quâ priscos superamus futuros I. D. AD VTRAMQVE ACADEMIAM DE BENIAMIN IONSONIO HIc ille est primus qui doctum drama Britannis Graiorum antiqua Latij monimenta Theatri Tanquam explorator versans foelicibus ausis Prebebit Magnis coeptis Gemina astra fauete Alterutrâ veteres contenti laude Cothurnum hic Atque pari soccum tractat Sol scenicus arte Das VOLPONE iocos fletus SEIANE dedisti At si IONSONIAS mulctatas limite Musas Angustâ plangent quiquam Vos dicite contrà O nimiùm miseros quibus ANGLIS ANGLICA lingua Aut non sat nota est aut queis sen trans mare natis Hand nota omnino Vegetet cum tempore Vates Mutabit patriam fiêtque ipse ANGLVS APOLLO E. BOLTON To my deare friend M. BEN IONSON IF it might stand with iustice to allow The swift conuersion of all follies now Such is my mercy that I could admit All sorts should equally approue the wit Of this thy euen worke whose growing fame Shall raise thee high and thou it with thy name And did not manners and my loue command Me to forbeare to make those vnderstand Whom thou perhaps hast in thy wiser doome Long since firmely resolu'd shall neuer come To know more then they doe I would haue showne To all the world the art which thou alone Hast taught our tongue the rules of time of place And other rites deliuer'd with the grace Of comick stile which only is farre more Then any English stage hath knowne before But since our subtle gallants thinke it good To like of nought that may be vnderstood Lest they should be disprou'd or haue at best Stomacks so raw that nothing can digest But what 's obscene or barkes Let vs desire They may continue simply to admire Fine clothes and strange words may liue in age To see themselues ill brought vpon the stage And like it Whilst thy bold and knowing Muse Contenes al praise but such as thou wouldst chuse FRANC BEAVMONT VPON THE SILENT WOMAN HEare you bad writers and though you not see I will informe you where you happy bee Prouide the most malicious thoughts you can And bend them all against some priuate man To bring him not his vices on the stage Your enuie shall be clad in so poore rage And your expressing of him shall be such That he himselfe shall thinke he hath no touch Where he that strongly writes although he meane To scourge but vices in a labour'd scene Yet priuate faults shall be so well exprest As men doe act hem that each priuate brest That findes these errors in it selfe shall say He meant me not my vices in the play FRANC BEAVMONT To my friend M. BEN IONSON IF thou had'st itch'd after the wild applause Of common people and had'st made thy lawes In writing such as catch'd at present voice I should commend the thing but not thy choise But thou hast squar'd thy rules by what is good And art three ages yet from vnderstood And I dare say in it there lyes much wit Lost till thy readers can grow vp to it Which they can ne're out-grow to find it ill But must fall backe againe or like it still FRANC BEAVMONT Vpon his Foxe Vpon his Catiline Euery MAN IN HIS HVMOVR A Comoedie Acted in the yeere 1598 By the then Lord Chamberlaine his Seruants The Author B. I. IUVEN. Haud tamen inuideas vati quem pulpita pascunt LONDON Printed by WILLIAM STANSBY M. DC. XVI. TO THE MOST LEARNED AND MY HONOR'D FRIEND Mr. Cambden SIR THere are no doubt a supercilious race in the world who will esteeme all office done you in this kind an iniurie so solemne a vice it is with them to vse the authoritie of their ignorance to the crying downe of Poetry or the Professors But my gratitude must not leaue to correct their error since I am none of those that can suffer the benefits confer'd vpon my youth to perish with my
lost this finger at a venter So WELL-BRED had ne're lodg'd within my house Why 't cannot be where there is such resort Of wanton gallants and yong reuellers That any woman should be honest long I' st like that factious beautie will preserue The publike weale of chastitie vn-shaken When such strong motiues muster and make head Against her single peace no no Beware When mutuall appetite doth meet to treat And spirits of one kinde and qualitie Come once to parlee in the pride of bluod It is no slow conspiracie that followes Well to be plaine if I but thought the time Had answer'd their affections all the world Should not perswade me but I were a cuckold Mary I hope they ha' not got that start For oportunitie hath balkt 'hem yet And shall doe still while I haue eyes and eares To attend the impositions of my heart My presence shall be as an iron barre 'Twixt the conspiring motions of desire Yea euery looke or glance mine eye eiects Shall checke occasion as one doth his slaue When he forgets the limits of prescription DAME Sister BRIDGET pray you fetch downe the rose-water aboue in the closet Sweet heart will you come in to breakefast KITE. An' shee haue ouer-heard me now DAME I pray thee good MVSSE we stay for you KITE. By heauen I would not for a thousand angells DAME What aile you sweet heart are you not well speake good MVSSE KITE. Troth my head akes extremely on a sudden DAME Oh the lord KITE. How now what DAME Alas how it burnes MVSSE keepe you warme good truth it is this new disease there 's a number are troubled withall for loues sake sweet heart come in out of the aire KITE. How simple and how subtill are her answeres A new disease and many troubled with it Why true shee heard me all the world to nothing DAME I pray thee good sweet heart come in the aire will doe you harme in troth KITE. The aire shee has me i' the wind sweet heart I le come to you presently 't will away I hope DOW. Pray heauen it doe KITE. A new disease I know not new or old But it may well be call'd poore mortalls plague For like a pestilence it doth infect The houses of the braine First it begins Solely to worke vpon the phantasie Filling her seat with such pestiferous aire As soone corrupts the iudgement and from thence Sends like contagion to the memorie Still each to other giuing the infection Which as a subtle vapor spreads it selfe Confusedly through euery sensiue part Till not a thought or motion in the mind Be free from the blacke poyson of suspect Ah but what miserie is it to know this Or knowing it to want the mindes erection In such extremes Well I will once more striue In spight of this black cloud myselfe to be And shake the feauer off that thus shakes me Act II. Scene IIII BRAYNE-WORME ED. KNO'WELL Mr. STEPHEN S'Lid I cannot choose but laugh to see myselfe translated thus from a poore creature to a creator for now must I create an intolerable sort of lyes or my present profession looses the grace and yet the lye to a man of my coat is as ominous a fruit as the Fico O sir it holds for good politie euer to haue that outwardly in vilest estimation that inwardly is most deare to vs So much for my borrowed shape Well the troth is my old master intends to follow my yong drie foot ouer More-fields to London this morning now I knowing of this hunting-match or rather conspiracie and to insinuate with my yong master for so must we that are blew-waiters and men of hope and seruice doe or perhaps wee may weare motley at the yeeres end and who weares motley you know haue got me afore in this disguise determining here to lye in ambuscado and intercept him in the mid-way If I can but get his cloke his purse his hat nay anything to cut him off that is to stay his iourney Veni vidi vici I may say with Captayne CAESAR I am made for euer ifaith Well now must I practice to get the true garb of one of these Lance-knights my arme here and my yong master and his cousin Mr. STEPHEN as I am true counterfeit man of warre and no souldier E. KN. So sir and how then couss STEP. 'Sfoot I haue lost my purse I thinke E. KN. How lost your purse where when had you it STEP. I cannot tell stay BRAY. 'Slid I am afeard they will know mee would I could get by them E. KN. What ha' you it STEP. No I thinke I was bewitcht I E. KN. Nay doe not weepe the losse hang it let it goe STEP. Oh it 's here no and it had beene lost I had not car'd but for a iet ring mistris MARY sent me E. KN. A iet ring oh the poesie the poesie STEP. Fine ifaith Though fancie sleep my loue is deepe Meaning that though I did not fancie her yet shee loued me dearely E. KN. Most excellent STEP. And then I sent her another and my poesie was The deeper the sweeter I le be iudg'd by St. PETER E. KN. How by St. PETER I doe not conceiue that STEP. Mary St. PETER to make vp the meeter E. KN. Well there the Saint was your good patron hee help't you at your need He is come back thanke him thanke him BRAY. I cannot take leaue on 'hem so I will venture come what will Gentlemen please you change a few crownes for a very excellent good blade here I am a poore gentleman a souldier one that in the better state of my fortunes scorn'd so meane a refuge but now it is the humour of necessitie to haue it so You seeme to be gentlemen well affected to martiall men else I should rather die with silence then line with shame how euer vouchsafe to remember it is my want speakes not my selfe This condition agrees not with my spirit E. KN. Where hast thou seru'd BRAY. May it please you sir in all the late warres of Bohemia Hungaria Dalmatia Poland where not sir I haue beene a poore seruitor by sea and land any time this fourteene yeeres and follow'd the fortunes of the best Commanders in christendome I was twice shot at the taking of Alepo once at the reliefe of Vienna I haue beene at Marseilles Naples and the Adriatique gulfe a gentleman-slaue in the galleys thrice where I was most dangerously shot in the head through both the thighs and yet being thus maym'd I am void of maintenance nothing left me but my scarres the noted markes of my resolution STEP. How will you sell this rapier friend BRAY. Generous sir I referre it to your owne iudgement you are a gentleman giue me what you please STEP. True I am a gentleman I know that friend but what though I pray you say what would you aske BRAY. I assure you the blade may become the side or thigh of the best prince in Europe E. KN. I with a
purchast as wisht for the ayre 's my comfort I know what I would say KNO. What 's thy name BRAY. Please you FITZ-SWORD sir KNO. FITZ-SWORD Say that a man should entertayne thee now Would'st thou be honest humble iust and true BRAY. Sir by the place and honor of a souldier KNO. Nay nay I like not those affected othes Speake plainely man what think'st thou of my wordes BRAY. Nothing sir but wish my fortunes were as happy as my seruice should be honest KNO. Well follow me I le proue thee if thy deedes Will carry a proportion to thy words BRAY. Yes sir straight I le but garter my hose Oh that my belly were hoopt now for I am readie to burst with laughing neuer was bottle or bag-pipe fuller S'lid was there euer seene a foxe in yeeres to betray himselfe thus now shall I be possest of all his counsells and by that conduit my yong master Well hee is resolu'd to proue my honestie faith and I am resolu'd to proue his patience oh I shall abuse him intollerably This small piece of seruice will bring him cleane out of loue with the souldier for euer He will neuer come within the signe of it the sight of a cassock or a musket-rest againe Hee will hate the musters at Mile-end for it to his dying day It 's no matter let the world thinke me a bad counterfeit If I cannot giue him the slip at an instant why this is better then to haue staid his iourney well I le follow him oh how I long to bee imployed Act III. Scene I. MATTHEW WELL-BRED BOBADILL ED. KNO'WELL STEPHEN YEs faith sir we were at your lodging to seeke you too WEL. Oh I came not there to night BOB. Your brother deliuered vs as much WEL. Who my brother DOWNE-RIGHT BOB. He Mr. WELL-BRED I know not in what kind you hold me but let me say to you this as sure as honor I esteeme it so much out of the sunne-shine of reputation to through the least beame of reguard vpon such a WEL. Sir I must heare no ill wordes of my brother BOB. I protest to you as I haue a thing to be sau'd about me I neuer saw any gentleman-like part WEL. Good Captayne faces about to some other discourse BOB. With your leaue sir and there were no more men liuing vpon the face of the earth I should not fancie him by S. GEORGE MAT. Troth nor I he is of a rusticall cut I know not how he doth not carry himselfe like a gentleman of fashion WEL. Oh Mr. MATTHEW that 's a grace peculiar but to a few quos aquus amauit IVPITER MAT. I vnderstand you sir WEL. No question Yong Kno'well enters you doe or you doe not sir NED KNO'WELL by my soule welcome how doest thou sweet spirit my Genius S'lid I shall loue APOLLO and the mad Thespian girles the better while I liue for this my deare furie now I see there 's some loue in thee Sirra these bee the two I writ to thee of nay what a drowsie humour is this now why doest thou not speake E. KN. Oh you are a fine gallant you sent me a rare letter WEL. Why was 't not rare E. KN. Yes I le bee sworne I was ne're guiltie of reading the like match it in all PLINIE or SYMMACHVS epistles and I le haue my iudgement burn'd in the eare for a rogue make much of thy vaine for it is inimitable But I marle what camell it was that had the carriage of it for doubtlesse he was no ordinarie beast that brought it WEL. Why E. KN. Why saiest thou why doest thou thinke that any reasonable creature especially in the morning the sober time of the day too could haue mis-tane my father for me WEL. S'lid you iest I hope E. KN. Indeed the best vse wee can turne it too is to make a iest on 't now but I le assure you my father had the full view o' your flourishing stile some houre before I saw it WEL. What a dull slaue was this But sirrah what said hee to it Ifaith E. KN. Nay I know not what he said but I haue a shrewd gesse what hee thought WEL. What what E. KN. Mary that thou art some strange dissolute yong fellow and I a graine or two better for keeping thee companie WEL. Tut that thought is like the moone in her last quarter 't will change shortly but sirrha I pray thee be acquainted with my two hangby's here thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in 'hem if thou hear'st 'hem once goe my wind-instruments I le wind 'hem vp but what strange piece of silence is this the signe of the dumbe man E. KN. Oh sir a kinsman of mine one that may make your musique the fuller and he please he has his humour sir WEL. Oh what i st what i st E. KN. Nay I le neither doe your iudgement nor his folly that wrong as to prepare your apprehension I le leaue him to the mercy o' your search if you can take him so WEL. Well Captaine BOBADILL Mr. MATTHEW pray you know this gentleman here he is a friend of mine and one that will deserue your affection To Master Stephen I know not your name sir but I shall be glad of any occasion to render me more familiar to you STEP. My name is Mr. STEPHEN sir I am this gentlemans owne cousin sir his father is mine vnckle sir I am somewhat melancholy but you shall command me sir in what soeuer is incident to a gentleman BOB. To Kno'well Sir I must tell you this I am no generall man but for Mr. WEL-BRED'S sake you may embrace it at what height of fauour you please I doe communicate with you and conceiue you to bee a gentleman of some parts I loue few wordes E. KN. And I fewer sir I haue scarce inow to thanke you MAT. But are you indeed To Master Stephen Sir so giuen to it STEP. I truely sir I am mightily giuen to melancholy MAT. Oh it 's your only fine humour sir your true melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit sir I am melancholy my selfe diuers times sir and then doe I no more but take pen and paper presently and ouerflow you halfe a score or a dozen of sonnets at a sitting E. KN. Sure he vtters them then by the grosse STEP. Truely sir and I loue such things out of measure E. KN. I faith better then in measure I le vnder-take MAT. Why I pray you sir make vse of my studie it 's at your seruice STEP. I thanke you sir I shall bee bold I warrant you haue you a stoole there to be melancholy vpon MAT. That I haue sir and some papers there of mine owne doing at idle houres that you 'le say there 's some sparkes of wit in 'hem when you see them WEL. Would the sparkes would kindle once and become a fire amongst 'hem I might see selfe-loue burn't for her heresie STEP. Cousin is it well am I melancholy inough E. KN. Oh I excellent
bodies husband do's not so well at Court A bodies friend or so but husband 't is like your clog to your marmaset for all the world and the heauens CYTH. Tut neuer feare CHLOE your husband will be left without in the lobby or the great chamber when you shall be put in i' the closet by this lord and by that lady CHLO. Nay then I am certified he shall goe Act IIII. Scene III GALLVS HORACE TIBVLLVS ALBIVS CRISPINVS TVCCA DEMETRIVS CYTHERIS CHLOE HORACE Welcome HORA. Gentlemen heare you the newes TIBV. What newes my QVINTVS HORA. Our melancholike friend PROPERTIVS Hath clos'd himselfe vp in his CYNTHIAS tombe And will by no intreaties be drawne thence ALBI. Nay good master CRISPINVS pray you bring neere the gentleman HORA. CRISPINVS Hide mee good GALLVS TIBVLLVS shelter mee CRIS. Make your approch sweet Captaine TIBV. What meanes this HORACE HORA. I am surpriz'd againe farewell GALL. Stay HORACE HORA. What and be tir'd on by yond' vulture No PHOEBVS defend me TIBV. 'Slight I hold my life This same is he met him in holy street GALL. Troth 't is like enough This act of PROPERTIVS relisheth very strange with me TVCC. By thy leaue my neat scoundrell what is this the mad boy you talk't on CRIS. I this is master ALBIVS Captaine TVCC. Giue me thy hand AGAMEMNON we heare abroad thou art the HECTOR of citizens what sayest thou are we welcome to thee noble NEOPTOLEMVS ALBI. Welcome Captaine by IOVE and all the Gods i' the capitoll TVCC. No more we conceiue thee Which of these is thy wedlocke MENELAVS thy HELLEN thy LVCRECE that wee may doe her honor mad boy CRIS. Shee i' the little fine dressing sir is my Mistris ALBI. For fault of a better sir TVCC. A better prophane rascall I crie thee mercy my good scroile was 't thou ALBI. No harme Captaine TVCC. Shee is a VENVS a VESTA a MELPOMENE Come hither PENELOPE what 's thy name IRIS CHLO. My name is CHLOE sir I am a gentlewoman TVCC. Thou art in merit to be an empresse CHLOE for an eye and a lip thou hast an emperors nose kisse me againe 't is a vertuous punke So Before IOVE the gods were a sort of goslings when they suffred so sweet a breath to perfume the bed of a stinkard thou hadst ill fortune THISBE the fates were infatuate they were punke they were CHLO. That 's sure sir let me craue your name I pray you sir TVCC. I am know'n by the name of Captaine TVCCA punke the noble Roman punke a gent'man and a commander punke CHLO. In good time a gentleman and a commander that 's as good as a poet me thinkes CRIS. A prettie instrument It 's my cousin CYTHERIS violl this is 't not CYTH. Nay play cousin it wants but such a voice and hand to grace it as yours is CRIS. Alas cousin you are merrily inspir'd CYTH. 'Pray you play if you loue me CRIS. Yes cousin you know I doe not hate you TIBV. A most subtill wench How she hath baited him with a violl yonder for a song CRIS. Cousin 'pray you call mistris CHLOE shee shall heare an essay of my poetrie TVCC. I 'le call her Come hither cockatrice here 's one will set thee vp my sweet punke set thee vp CHLO. Are you a puet so soone sir ALBI. Wife mum SONG LOue is blinde and a wanton In the whole world there is scant one such another No not his Mother He hath pluckt her doues and sparrowes To feather his sharpe arrowes And alone preuaileth Whilst sicke VENVS waileth But if CYPRIS once recouer The wag it shall behoue her To looke better to him Or shee will vndoe him ALBI. O most odoriferous musicke TVCC. A ha stinkard Another ORPHEVS you slaue another ORPHEVS an ARION riding on the backe of a dolphin rascall GALL. Haue you a copy of this dittie sir CRIS. Master ALBIVS ha's ALBI. I but in truth they are my wiues verses I must not shew 'hem TVCC. Shew 'hem bankerupt shew 'hem they haue salt in 'hem and will brooke the aire stinkard GALL. How to his bright mistris CANIDIA CRIS. I sir that 's but a borrowed name as OVIDS CORINNA or PROPERTIVS his CYNTHIA or your NEMESIS or DELIA TIBVLLVS GALL. It 's the name of HORACE his witch as I remember TIBV. Why the ditt'i 's all borrowed 't is HORACES hang him plagiary TVCC. How he borrow of HORACE hee shall pawne himselfe to ten brokers first Doe you heare POETASTERS I know you to be men of worship He shall write with HORACE for a talent and let MECoeNAS and his whole colledge of criticks take his part thou shalt do 't young PHOEBVS thou shalt PHAETON thou shalt DEME. Alas sir HORACE hee is a meere spunge nothing but humours and obseruation he goes vp and downe sucking from euery societie and when hee comes home squeazes himselfe drie againe I know him I TVCC. Thou saiest true my poore poeticall Furie hee will pen all hee knowes A sharpe thornie-tooth'd satyricall rascall flie him hee carries hey in his horne he wil sooner lose his best friend then his least iest What he once drops vpon paper against a man liues eternally to vpbraid him in the mouth of euery slaue tankerd-bearer or water-man not a bawd or a boy that comes from the bake-house but shall point at him 't is all dogge and scorpion he carries poison in his teeth and a sting in his taile Fough body of IOVE I 'le haue the slaue whipt one of these daies for his satyres and his humours by one casheer'd clarke or another CRIS. Wee 'll vnder-take him Captaine DEME. I and tickle him i' faith for his arrogancie and his impudence in commending his owne things and for his translating I can trace him i' faith O he is the most open fellow liuing I had as lieue as a new sute I were at it TVCC. Say no more then but doe it 't is the only way to get thee a new sute sting him my little neufts I 'le giue you instructions I 'le bee your intelligencer we 'll all ioyne and hang vpon him like so many horse-leaches the plaiers and all We shall sup together soone and then wee 'll conspire i' faith GALL. O that HORACE had staied still here TIBV. So would not I for both these would haue turn'd Pythagoreans then GALL. What mute TIBV. I as fishes i'faith come ladies shall we goe CYTH. We await you sir But mistris CHLOE askes if you haue not a god to spare for this gentleman GALL. Who Captaine TVCCA CYTH. I hee GALL. Yes if we can inuite him along he shall be MARS CHLO. Ha's MARS any thing to doe with VENVS TIBV. O most of all ladie CHLO. Nay then I pray let him bee inuited and what shall CRISPINVS be TIBV. MERCVRY mistris CHLOE CHLO. MERCVRY that 's a Poet is 't GALL. No ladie but somewhat inclining that way hee is a Herald at armes CHLO. A Herald at armes good and MERCVRY pretty hee ha's to doe with
O who shall follow vertue and embrace her When her false bosome is found nought but aire And yet of those embraces centaures spring That warre with humane peace and poyson men Who shall with greater comforts comprehend Her vnseene being and her excellence When you that teach and should eternize her Liue as shee were no law vnto your liues Nor liu'd her selfe but with your idle breaths If you thinke gods but fain'd and vertue painted Know we sustaine an actuall residence And with the title of an Emperour Retaine his spirit and imperiall power By which in imposition too remisse Licentious NASO for thy violent wrong In soothing the declin'd affections Of our base daughter we exile thy feete From all approch to our imperiall court On paine of death and thy mis-gotten loue Commit to patronage of iron doores Since her soft-hearted fire cannot containe her MECoe. O good my lord forgiue be like the Gods HORA. Let royall bountie CAESAR mediate CAESA. There is no bountie to be shewed to such As haue no reall goodnesse Bountie is A spice of vertue and what vertuous act Can take effect on them that haue no power Of equall habitude to apprehend it But liue in worship of that idoll vice As if there were no vertue but in shade Of strong imagination meerely enforc't This shewes their knowledge is meere ignorance Their farre-fetcht dignitie of soule a phansy And all their square pretext of grauitie A meere vaine glorie hence away with 'hem I will preferre for knowledge none but such As rule their liues by it and can becalme All sea of humour with the marble trident Of their strong spirits Others fight below With gnats and shaddowes others nothing know Act IIII. Scene VII. TVCCA CRISPINVS PYRGVS HORACE MECoeNAS LVPVS HISTRIO WHat 's become of my little punke VENVS and the poult-foot stinkard her husband ha CRIS. O they are rid home i' the coach as fast as the wheeles can runne TVCC. God IVPITER is banisht I heare and his cockatrice IVNO lockt vp 'Hart and and all the poetrie in Parnassus get me to bee a player againe I 'le sell 'hem my share for a sesterce But this is humours HORACE that goat-footed enuious slaue hee 's turn'd fawne now an informer the rogue 't is hee has betraid vs all Did you not see him with the Emperour crouching CRIS. Yes TVCC. Well follow me Thou shalt libell and I 'le cudgell the rascall Boy prouide me a truncheon Reuenge shall gratulate him tam MARTI quà m MERCVRIO PYRG. I but Master take heed how you giue this out HORACE is a man of the sword CRIS. 'T is true in troth they say he 's valiant TVCC. Valiant so is mine arse gods and fiends I 'le blow him into aire when I meet him next He dares not fight with a puck-fist PYRG. Master Horace passes by here he comes TVCC. Where IVPITER saue thee my good poet my noble prophet my little fat HORACE I scorne to beate the rogue i' the court and I saluted him thus faire because hee should suspect nothing the rascall Come wee 'll goe see how forward our iourney-man is toward the vntrussing of him CRIS. Doe you heare Captaine I 'le write nothing in it but innocence because I may sweare I am innocent HORA. Nay why pursue you not the Emperor for your reward now LVPVS MECoe. Stay ASINIVS you and your stager and your band of LICTORS I hope your seruice merits more respect Then thus without a thankes to be sent hence HIST. Well well iest on iest on HORA. Thou base vnworthy groome LVPV. I I 't is good HORA. Was this the treason this the dangerous plot Thy clamorous tongue so bellowed through the court Hadst thou no other proiect to encrease Thy grace with CAESAR but this woluish traine To prey vpon the life of innocent mirth And harmelesse pleasures bred of noble wit Away I lothe thy presence such as thou They are the moths and scarabes of a state The bane of empires and the dregs of courts Who to endeare themselues to any employment Care not whose fame they blast whose life they endanger And vnder a disguis'd and cob-web masque Of loue vnto their soueraigne vomit forth Their owne prodigious malice and pretending To be the props and columnes of his safety The guards vnto his person and his peace Disturbe it most with their false lapwing-cries LVPV. Good CAESAR shall know of this beleeue it MECoe. CAESAR doth know it wolfe and to his knowledge Hee will I hope reward your base endeuours Princes that will but heare or giue accesse To such officious spies can ne're be safe They take in poyson with an open care And free from danger become slaues to feare Act IIII. Scene VIII. OVID BAnisht the court Let me be banisht life Since the chiefe end of life is there concluded Within the court is all the kingdome bounded And as her sacred spheare doth comprehend Ten thousand times so much as so much place In any part of all the empire else So euery body moouing in her spheare Containes ten thousand times as much in him As any other her choice orbe excludes As in a circle a magician then Is safe against the spirit he excites But out of it is subiect to his rage And loseth all the vertue of his arte So I exil'd the circle of the court Lose all the good gifts that in it I ioy'd No vertue currant is but with her stamp And no vice vicious blaunch't with her white hand The court 's the abstract of all Romes desert And my deare IVLIA th' abstract of the court Meethinkes now I come neere her I respire Some aire of that late comfort I receiu'd And while the euening with her modest vaile Giues leaue to such poore shaddowes as my selfe To steale abroad I like a heart-lesse ghost Without the liuing body of my loue Will here walke and attend her For I know Not farre from hence shee is imprisoned And hopes of her strict guardian to bribe So much admittance as to speake to me And cheere my fainting spirits with her breath Act IIII. Scene IX. IVLIA Shee appeareth aboue as at her chamber window OVID OVID my loue OVID Here heauenly IVLIA IVLI. Here and not here O how that word doth play With both our fortunes differing like our selues Both one and yet diuided as oppos'd I high thou low Ô this our plight of place Doubly presents the two lets of our loue Locall and ceremoniall height and lownesse Both waies I am too high and thou too low Our mindes are euen yet Ô why should our bodies That are their slaues be so without their rule I 'le cast my selfe downe to thee If I die I 'le euer liue with thee no height of birth Of place of dutie or of cruell power Shall keepe mee from thee should my father locke This body vp within a tombe of brasse Yet I 'le be with thee If the formes I hold Now in my soule be made one substance with it
write emp'rour SEIANVS DRVSVS ARRVNTIVS c. He enters followd with clients THere is your bill and yours Bring you your man I haue mou'd for you too LATIARIS DRV. What Is your vast greatnesse growne so blindly bold That you will ouer vs SEI. Why then giue way DRV. Giue way Colossus Doe you lift Aduance you Take that Drusus strikes him ARR. Good braue excellent braue prince DRV. Nay come approch What stand you off at gaze It lookes too full of death for thy cold spirits Auoid mine eye dull camell or my sword Shall make thy brau'rie fitter for a graue Then for a triumph I 'le aduance a statue O' your owne bulke but 't shall be on the crosse Where I will naile your pride at breadth and length And cracke those sinnewes which are yet but stretch'd With your swolne fortunes rage ARR. A noble prince ALL A CASTOR a CASTOR a CASTOR a CASTOR SEIANVS HE that with such wrong mou'd can beare it through With patience and an euen mind knowes how To turne it backe Wrath couer'd carryes fate Reuenge is lost if I professe my hate What was my practice late I 'le now pursue As my fell iustice This hath stil'd it new CHORVS Of Musicians Act. II. SEIANVS LIVIA EVDEMVS PHysitian thou art worthy of a prouince For the great fauours done vnto our loues And but that greatest LIVIA beares a part In the requitall of thy seruices I should alone despaire of ought like meanes To giue them worthy satisfaction LIV. EVDEMVS I will see it shall receiue A fit and full reward for his large merit But for this potion we intend to DRVSVS No more our husband now whom shall we choose As the most apt and abled instrument To minister it to him EVD. I say LYGDVS SEI. LYGDVS what 's he LIV. An Eunuch DRVSVS loues EVD. I and his cup-bearer SEI. Name not a second If DRVSVS loue him and he haue that place We cannot thinke a sitter EVD. True my lord For free accesse and trust are two maine aides SEI. Skilfull physitian LIV. But he must be wrought To th' vndertaking with some labour'd arte SEI. Is he ambitious LIV. No SEI. Or couetous LIV. Neither EVD. Yet gold is a good generall charme SEI. What is he then LIV. Faith only wanton light SEI. How Is he young and faire EVD. A delicate youth SEI. Send him to me I 'le worke him Royall ladie Though I haue lou'd you long and with that height Of zeale and dutie like the fire which more It mounts it trembles thinking nought could adde Vnto the feruour which your eye had kindled Yet now I see your wisedome iudgement strength Quicknesse and will to apprehend the meanes To your owne good and greatnesse I protest My selfe through rarefied and turn'd all flame In your affection Such a spirit as yours Was not created for the idle second To a poore flash as DRVSVS but to shine Bright as the Moone among the lesser lights And share the sou'raigntie of all the world Then LIVIA triumphs in her proper spheare When shee and her SEIANVS shall diuide The name of CAESAR and AVGVSTA'S starre Be dimm'd with glorie of a brighter beame When AGRIPPINA'S fires are quite extinct And the scarce-seene TIBERIVS borrowes all His little light from vs whose folded armes Shall make one perfect or be Who 's that EVDEMVS Looke 't is not DRVSVS Ladie doe not feare LIV. Not I my Lord My feare and loue of him Left me at once SEI. Illustrous ladie stay EVD. I 'le tell his lordship SEI. Who is' t EVDEMVS EVD. One of your lordships seruants brings you word The Emp'rour hath sent for you SEI. O! where is he With your faire leaue He goes out deare Princesse I 'le but aske A question and returne EVD. Fortunate Princesse How are you blest in the fruition Of this vnequald man this soule of Rome The empires life and voice of CAESARS world LIV. So blessed my EVDEMVS as to know The blisse I haue with what I ought to owe The meanes that wrought it How do'I looke to day EVD. Excellent cleere beleeue it This same fucus Was well laid on LIV. Me thinkes 't is here not white EVD. Lend me your scarlet lady 'T is the sunne Hath giu'n some little taint vnto the ceruse You should haue vs'd of the white oyle I gaue you SEIANVS for your loue his very name Commandeth aboue CVPID or his shafts LIV. Nay now yo 'haue made it worse EVD. I 'le helpe it straight And but pronounc'd is a sufficient charme Against all rumour and of absolute power To satisfie for any ladies honour LIV. What doe you now EVDEMVS EVD. Make a light fucus To touch you ore withall Honor'd SEIANVS What act though ne're so strange and insolent But that addition will at least beare out If 't doe not expiate LIV. Here good physitian EVD. I like this studie to preserue the loue Of such a man that comes not euery houre To greet the world 'T is now well ladie you should Vse of the dentifrice I prescrib'd you too To cleere your teeth and the prepar'd pomatum To smoothe the skin A lady cannot be Too curious of her forme that still would hold The heart of such a person made her captiue As you haue his who to endeare him more In your cleere eye hath put away his wife The trouble of his bed and your delights Faire Apicata and made spacious roome To your new pleasures LIV. Haue not we return'd That with our hate of DRVSVS and discouerie Of all his councels EVD. Yes and wisely lady The ages that succeed and stand far off To gaze at your high prudence shall admire And reckon it an act without your sexe It hath that rare apparance Some will thinke Your fortune could not yeeld a deeper sound Then mixt with DRVSVS But when they shall heare That and the thunder of SEIANVS meet SEIANVS whose high name doth strike the starres And rings about the concaue great SEIANVS Whose glories stile and titles are himselfe The often iterating of SEIANVS They then will lose their thoughts and be asham'd To take acquaintance of them SEI. I must make A rude departure lady CAESAR sends With all his haste both of command and prayer Be resolute in our plot you haue my soule As certayne yours as it is my bodies And wise physitian so prepare the poyson As you may lay the subtile operation Vpon some naturall disease of his Your eunuch send to me I kisse your hands Glorie of ladies and commend my loue To your best faith and memorie LIV. My lord I shall but change your wordes Farewell Yet this Remember for your heed he loues you not You know what I haue told you His designes Are full of grudge and danger we must vse More then a common speed SEI. Excellent lady How you doe fire my bloud LIV. Well you must goe The thoughts be best are least set forth to shew EVD. When will you take some physick lady LIV. When I shall
and saw him fitting ouer a crosse-beame o' the roofe like him o' the sadlers horse in Fleetstreet vp-right and he will sleepe there CLE. But where are your collegiates DAV With-drawne with the bride in priuate TRV. O they are instructing her i' the colledge-Grammar If shee haue grace with them shee knowes all their secrets instantly CLE. Methinks the lady HAVGHTY lookes well to day for all my dispraise of her i' the morning I thinke I shall come about to thee againe TRVE-WIT TRV. Beleeue it I told you right Women ought to repaire the losses time and yeeres haue made i' their features with dressings And an intelligent woman if shee know by her selfe the least defect will bee most curious to hide it and it becomes her If shee be short let her sit much lest when shee stands shee be thought to sit If shee haue an ill foot let her weare her gowne the longer and her shoo the thinner If a fat hand and scald nailes let her carue the lesse and act in gloues If a sowre breath let her neuer discourse fasting and alwaies talke at her distance If shee haue black and rugged teeth let her offer the lesse at laughter especially if shee laugh wide and open CLE. O you shall haue some women when they laugh you would thinke they bray'd it is so rude and TRV. I and others that will stalke i' their gait like an Estrich and take huge strides I cannot endure such a sight I loue measure i' the feet and number i' the voice they are gentlenesses that oft-times draw no lesse then the face DAV How cam'st thou to studie these creatures so exactly I would thou would'st make me a proficient TRV. Yes but you must leaue to liue i' your chamber then a month together vpon AMADIS de Gaule or Don QVIXOTE as you are wont and come abroad where the matter is frequent to court to tiltings publique showes and feasts to playes and church sometimes thither they come to shew their new tyres too to see and to be seene In these places a man shall find whom to loue whom to play with whom to touch once whom to hold euer The varietie arrests his iudgement A wench to please a man comes not downe dropping from the seeling as he lyes on his backe droning a tobacco pipe He must goe where shee is DAV Yes and be neuer the neere TRV. Out heretique That diffidence makes thee worthy it should bee so CLE. He sayes true to you DAVPHINE DAV Why TRV. A man should not doubt to ouer-come any woman Thinke he can vanquish 'hem and he shall for though they denie their desire is to be tempted PENELOPE her selfe cannot hold out long Ostend you saw was taken at last You must perseuer and hold to your purpose They would sollicite vs but that they are afraid Howsoeuer they wish in their hearts we should sollicite them Praise 'hem flatter 'hem you shal neuer want eloquence or trust euen the chastest delight to feele themselues that way rub'd With praises you must mixe kisses too If they take them they 'll take more Though they striue they would bee ouer-come CLE. O but a man must beware of force TRV. It is to them an acceptable violence and has oft-times the place of the greatest courtesie Shee that might haue beene forc'd and you let her goe free without touching though shee then seeme to thanke you will euer hate you after and glad i' the face is assuredly sad at the heart CLE. But all women are not to be taken alwaies TRV. 'T is true No more then all birds or all fishes If you appeare learned to an ignorant wench or iocund to a sad or witty to a foolish why shee presently begins to mistrust her selfe You must approch them i' their owne height their owne line for the contrary makes many that feare to commit themselues to noble and worthy fellowes run into the imbraces of a rascall If shee loue wit giue verses though you borrow 'hem of a friend or buy 'hem to haue good If valour talke of your sword and be frequent in the mention of quarrels though you be staunch in fighting If actiuitie be seene o' your barbary often or leaping ouer stooles for the credit of your back If shee loue good clothes or dressing haue your learned counsell about you euery morning your french taylor barber linnener c. Let your poulder your glasse and your combe be your dearest acquaintance Take more care for the ornament of your head then the safetie and wish the common-wealth rather troubled then a haire about you That will take her Then if shee be couetous and crauing doe you promise any thing and performe sparingly so shall you keepe her in appetite still Seeme as you would giue but be like a barren field that yeelds little or vnlucky dice to foolish and hoping gamesters Let your gifts be slight and daintie rather then pretious Let cunning be aboue cost Giue cherries at time of yeere or apricots and say they were sent you out o' the countrey though you bought 'hem in Cheap-side Admire her tyres like her in all fashions compare her in euery habit to some deitie inuent excellent dreames to slatter her and riddles or if shee bee a great one performe alwaies the second parts to her like what shee likes praise whom she praises and faile not to make the houshold and seruants yours yea the whole family and salute 'hem by their names 't is but light cost if you can purchase 'hem so and make her physitian your pensioner and her chiefe woman Nor will it bee out of your gaine to make loue to her too so shee follow no vsher her ladies pleasure All blabbing is taken away when shee comes to be a part of the crime DAV On what courtly lap hast thou late slept to come forth so sudden and absolute a courtling TRV. Good faith I should rather question you that are so harkning after these mysteries I begin to suspect your diligence DAVPHINE Speake art thou in loue in earnest DAV Yes by my troth am I 't were ill dissembling before thee TRV. With which of 'hem I pray thee DAV With all the collegiates CLE. Out on thee Wee 'll keepe you at home beleeue it i' the stable and you be such a stallion TRV. No. I like him well Men should loue wisely and all women some one for the face and let her please the eye another for the skin and let her please the touch a third for the voice and let her please the eare and where the obiects mixe let the senses so too Thou wouldst thinke it strange if I should make 'hem all in loue with thee afore night DAV I would say thou had'st the best philtre i' the world and couldst doe more then madame MEDEA or Doctor FOREMAN TRV. If I doe not let me play the mounte-banke for my meate while I liue and the bawd for my drinke DAV So be it I say Act IIII. Scene II.
Of our wood-man but loe where His kingly image doth appeare And is all this while neglected Pardon lord you are respected Deepe as is the Keepers hart And as deare in euery part See for instance where he sends His son his heire who humbly bends Low as is his fathers earth To the wombe that gaue you birth So he was directed first Next to you of whom the thirst Of seeing takes away the vse Of that part should plead excuse For his boldnesse which is lesse By his comly shamefac'tnesse Rise vp sir I will betray All I thinke you haue to say That your father giues you here Freely as to him you were To the seruice of this Prince And with you these instruments Of his wild and Syluan trade Better not ACTEON had The bow was PHoeBES and the horne By ORION often worne The dog of Sparta breed and good As can ring within a wood Thence his name is you shall try How he hunteth instantly But perhaps the Queene your mother Rather doth affect some other Sport as coursing we will proue Which her highnesse most doth loue Satyres let the woods resound They shall haue their welcome crown'd With a brace of bucks to ground At that the whole wood and place resounded with the noyse of cornets hornes and other hunting musique and a brace of choise Deere put out and as fortunately kill'd as they were meant to be euen in the sight of her Maiestie This was the first nights shew Where the next day being Sunday shee rested and on Munday till after dinner where there was a speech sodainly thought on to induce a morrise of the clownes thereabout who most officiously presented themselues but by reason of the throng of the countrey that came in their speaker could not be heard who was in the person of No-body to deliuer this following speech and attyred in a paire of breeches which were made to come vp to his neck with his armes out at his pockets and a cap drowning his face IF my outside moue your laughter Pray IOVE my inside be thereafter Queene Prince Duke Earles Countesses you courtly Pearles And I hope no mortall sinne If I put lesse Ladies in Faire saluted be you all At this time it doth befall We are the Huisher to a Morrise A kind of Masque whereof good store is In the countrey hereabout But this the choise of all the rout Who because that no man sent them Haue got NO-BODIE to present them These are things haue no suspition Of their ill doing nor ambition Of their well but as the Pipe Shall inspire them meane to skip They come to see and to be seene And though they dance afore the Queene Ther 's none of these doth hope to come by Wealth to build another Holmby All those dauncing dayes are done Men must now haue more then one Grace to build their fortunes on Else our soles would sure haue gone All by this time to our feete I not deny where Graces meete In a man that qualitie Is a gracefull propertie But when dauncing is his best Beshrew me I suspect the rest But I am NO-BODIE and my breath Soone as it is borne hath death Come on clownes forsake your dumps And bestirre your hob-nail'd stumps Doe your worst I le vndertake Not a ierke you haue shall make Any Ladie here in loue Perhaps your Foole or so may moue Some Ladies woman with a trick And vpon it she may pick A paire of reuelling legs or two Out of you with much adoe But see the Hobby-horse is forgot Foole it must be your lot To supply his want with faces And some other Buffon graces You know how Piper play And let no bodie hence away There was also another parting Speech which was to haue beene presented in the person of a youth and accompanied with diuers gentlemens younger sonnes of the countrey but by reason of the multitudinous presse was also hindred And which we haue here adioyned ANd will you then Mirror of Queenes depart Shall nothing stay you not my Masters heart That pants to leese the comfort of your light And see his Day ere it be old grow Night You are a Goddesse and your will be done Yet this our last hope is that as the Sunne Cheeres obiects farre remou'd as well as neere So where so'ere you shine you 'le sparkle here And you deare Lord on whom my couetous eye Doth feed it selfe but cannot satisfie O shoot vp fast in spirit as in yeares That when vpon her head proud Europe weares Her stateliest tire you may appeare thereon The richest gem without a paragon Shine bright and fixed as the Artick starre And when slow Time hath made you fit for warre Looke ouer the strict Ocean and thinke where You may but lead vs forth that grow vp here Against a day when our officious swords Shall speake our action better then our words Till then all good euent conspire to crowne Your parents hopes our zeale and your renowne Peace vsher now your steps and where you come Be Enuie still strooke blind and Flatterie dumbe A PRIVATE ENTERTAINMENT of the KING and QVEENE on May-day in the Morning At Sir WILLIAM CORNVVALLEIS his house at High-gate 1604 By the same Author THe king and queene being entred in at the gate the PENATES or household-gods receiued them attir'd after the antique manner with iauelines in their hands standing on each side of the porch with this speech PENATES 1. LEape light hearts in euery brest Ioy is now the fittest passion Double maiestie hath blest All the place with that high grace Exceedeth admiration 2. Welcome monarch of this Isle Europes enuie and her merror Great in each part of thy stile Englands wish and Scotlands blisse Both France and Irelands terror 1. Welcome are you and no lesse Your admired queene the glory Both of state and comelinesse Euery line of her diuine Forme is a beautious storie 2. High in fortune as in blood So are both and blood renowned By oft falls that make a flood In your veines yet all these streines Are in your vertues drowned 1. House be proud For of earth's store These two onely are the wonder In them shee 's rich and in no more Zeale is bound their prayse to sound As loud as fame or thunder 2. Note but how the ayre the spring Concurre in their deuotions Payres of Turtles sit and sing On each tree ore-ioy'd to see In them like loue like motions 1. Enter sir this longing dore Whose glad lord nought could haue blessed Equally I 'am sure not more Then this sight saue of your right When you were first possessed 2. That indeed transcended this Since which houre wherein you gayn'd it For this grace both he and his Euery day haue learn'd to pray And now they haue obtayn'd it Here the PENATES lead them in through the house into the garden where MERCVRY with a second speech receiued them walking before them MER. Retyre you houshold-gods and leaue these excellent