cast it and finde that his Mistris being giuen to this newe falling-sicknesse will cure thee the Frenchman you see has a soft Mermaladie heart and shall no sooner feele Imperiaes liquerish desire to licke at him but straight hee 'll sticke the brooch of her longing in it then Sir may you sir come vpon my Sister sir with a fresh charge Sir Sa sa sa sa once giuing backe and thrice comming forward she yeeld and the towne of Brest is taken Cam. This hath some taste of hope is that the Mercury Who brings you notice of his Mistris loue Fris. I may be her Mercury for my running of errands but troth is Sir I am Cerberus for I am porter to hell Cam Then Cerberus play thy part heere search that hell There finde bring foorth that false Fontinell Exit Frisco If I can win his stray'd thoughts to retyre From her encountered eyes whome I haue singled In Hymens holy Battaile he shall passe From hence to Fraunce in companie and guard Of mine owne heart he comes Hipolito Enter Fontinell talking with Frisco Still lookes he like a Louer poore Gentleman Loue is the mindes strong phisicke and the pill That leaues the heart sicke and ore-turnes the will Font. O happy persecution I embrace thee With an vnfettered soule so sweet a thing Is it to sigh vpon the racke of loue Where each calamitie is groning witnes Of the poore Martirs faith I neuer heard Of any true affection but t' was nipt With care that like the Catter-piller eates The leaues off the springs sweetest booke the Rose Loue bred on earth is often noure'd in hell By roate it reades woe ere it learne to spell Cam. God morrow French Lord Hip. Boneioure Monsieur Font. To your secure and more then happie selfe I tender thankes for you haue honour'd me You are my Iaylor and haue pend me vp Least the poore flye your prisoner should alight Vpon your Mistris lip and thence deriue The dimpled print of an infectiue touch Thou secure tyrant yet vnhappie louer Couldst thou chaine Mountaines to my captiue feete Yet Uiolettaes heart and mine should meete Hip. Hark swaggerer there 's a little dapple-colour'd rascal ho a Bona Roba her name 's Imperia a Gentlewoman by my faith of an auntient house and has goodlie rents and comminges in of her owne and this Ape would faine haue thee chayn'd to her in the holie state Sirra shee 's falne in loue with thy picture yes faith too her wooe her and win her leaue my Sister thy ransome 's paide all 's paide Gentlemen by 'th Lord Imperia is as good a girle as any is in Uenice Cam. Vpon mine honour Fontinell t is true The Ladie dotes on thy perfections Therefore resigne my Uiolettaes heart To me the Lord of it and I will send thee Fon. O whether to damnation wilt thou not Thinkst thou the puritie of my true soule Can taste your lepperous counsell no I defye you Incestancie dwell on his riueled brow That weddes for durt or on thin-forced heart That lags in Rereward of his Fathers charge When to some negro-gelderling hee 's clog'd By the Iniunction of a golden fee When I call backe my vowes to Violetta May I then slip into an obscure graue Whose mould vnprest with stonie monument Dwelling in open ayre may drinke the teares Of the inconstant cloudes to rot me soone Out of my priuate linnen Sepulcher Cam. I is this your settled resolution Font. By my loues best diuinitie it is Cam. Then beare him to his prison backe againe This tune must alter ere thy lodging mend To death fond French-man thy slight loue doth tend Fon. Then constant heart thy fate with ioy pursue Draw wonder to thy death expiring true Exit Hip. After him Frisco inforce thy Mistresses passion thou shalt haue accesse to him to bring him loue-tokens if they preuaile not yet thou shalt still be in presence bee 't but to spite him In honest Frisco Fris. I le vex him to the heart Sir feare not me Yet heer 's a tricke perchance may set him free Exit Hip. Come wilt thou goe laugh and lye downe nowe sure there be some rebels in thy bellie for thine eyes doe nothing but watch and ward tho 'ast not slept these three nights Cam. Alas how can I he that truely loues Burnes out the day in idle fantasies And when the Lambe bleating doth bid Godnight Vnto the closing day then teares begin To keep quicke time vnto the Owle whose voice Shreikes like the Bell-man in the Louers eares Loues eye the iewell of sleepe oh sildome weares The earlie Larke is wakened from her bed Being onelie by Loues plaintes disquieted And singing in the mornings eare she weepes Being deepe in loue at louers broken sleepes But say a golden slumber chaunce to tye With silken strings the couer of loues eye Then dreames Magitian-like mocking present Pleasures whose fading leaues more discontent Haue you these golden charmes Enter Musitions Omnes We haue my Lord Cam. Bestow them sweetlie thinke a Louers heart Dwels in each instrument and let it melt In weeping straines yonder direct your faces That the soft summons of a frightles parley May creepe into the Casement So begin Musicke speake moouinglye assume my part For thou must now pleade to a stonie heart Song Pittie pitty pitty Pitty pitty pitty That word begins that endes a true-true-loue Ditty Your blessed eyes like a paire of Sunnes Shine in the sphere of smiling Your prettie lips like a paire of Doues Are kisses still com-piling Mercy hangs vpon your brow like a pretious Iewell O let not then Most louely maide best to be loued of men Marble lye vpon your heart that will make you cruell Pitty pitty pitty Pitty pitty pitty That word begins that ends a true-true-loue ditty Violetta aboue Viol. Who owes this salutation Cam. Thy Camillo Viol. Is not your shaddow there too my sweet bother Hip. Heere sweet Sister Viol. I dreamt so ô I am much bound to you For you my Lord haue vsd my loue with honour Cam. Euer with honour Viol. Indeede indeede you haue Hip. S'light she meanes her French garsoon Uiol. The same good night trust me t is somewhat late And this bleake winde nippes dead all idle prate I must to bed good night Cam. The God of rest Play musicke to thine eyes whilst on my brest The furies sit and beate and keepe care waking Hip. You will not leaue my friend in this poore taking Viol. Yes by the veluet brow of darknes Hip. You scuruey Tyt s'foote scuruey anything Doe you heare Susanna you puncke if I geld not your Muske-Cat I le doo 't by Iesu le ts goe Camillo Uiol. Nay but pure swaggerer ruffiin doe you thinke To fright me with your bug-beare threates goe by Harke tosse-pot in your eare the French-man 's mine And by these hands I le haue him Hip. Rareroage fine Uiol. He is my prisoner by a deede of gift Therefore Camillo you haue wrong'd me much To
wrong my prisoner by my troth I loue him The rather for the basenes he endures For my vnworthie selfe I le tell you what Release him let him pleade your loue for you I loue a life to heare a man speake French Of his complection I would vnder-goe The instruction of that language rather far Than be two weekes vnmaried by my life Because I le speake true French I le be his wife Cam. O scorne to my chaste loue burst heart Hip. Swounds holde Cam. Come gentle friends tye your most solemne tunes By siluer strings vnto a leaden pace False faire inioy thy base-belou'd adew Hee 's farre lesse noble and shall prooue lesse true Exeunt Enter True-penny aboue with a letter True Lady Imperia the Curtezans Zani hath brought you this letter from the poore Gentleman in the deep dungeon but would not stay till he had an answere Viol. Her groome imployed by Fontinell O strange I wonder how he got accesse to him I le read and reading my poore heart shall ake true-True-loue is iealous feares the best loue shake Meete me at the end of the olde Chappell next Saint Lorenzos Monestarie furnish your companie with a Frier that there he may consumate our holie vowes till midnight farewell Thine Fontinell Hath he got opertunitie to scape O happie period of our seperation Blest night wrap Cinthia in a sable sheete That fearefull louers may securelie meete Exeunt Enter Frisco in Fontinels apparell Fontinell making himselfe ready in Friscoes they enter sodainly and in feare Fris. Play you my part brauelie you must looke like a slaue and you shal see I le counterfeit the Frenchman most knauishlie my Mistris for your sake charg'd mee on her blessing to fall to these shiftes I left her at Cardes shee 'll sit vp till you come because shee 'll haue you play a game at Noddie you 'll to her presentlie Font. I will vpon mine honour Fris. I thinke she does not greatlie care whether you fall to her vpon your honour or no So all 's fit tel my Ladie that I goe in a suite of Durance for her sake that 's your way and this Pithole 's mine if I can scape hence why so if not hee that 's hang'd is neerer to heauen by halfe a score steps then hee that dyes in a bed and so adue Nonsieur Exit Fon. Farewell deere trustie slaue shall I prophane This Temple with an Idole of strange loue When I doe so let me dissolue in fire Yet one day will I see this Dame whose heart Talkes off my miserie I le not be so rude To pay her kindnes with ingratitude Enter Violetta and a Frier apace Uiol. My dearest Fontinell Font. My Violetta oh God! Viol. Oh God! Font. Where is this reuerend Frier Frier Heere ouer ioy'd young man Vio. How didst thou scape How came Imperiaes man Font. No more of that Viol. When did Imperia Font. Questions now are theeues And lyes in Ambush to surprize our ioyes My most happie starres shine still shine on Away come loue beset had neede be gone Exit Enter Curuetta and Simperina Cur. I must not stay thou sayst Sim. Gods me away Cur. Busse busse agen heere 's sixepence busse agen Farewell I must not stay then Sim. Foh Cur. Farewell At ten a clocke thou saist and ring a Bell Which thou wilt hang out at this window Sim. Lord I shee 'll heare this fidling Cur. No close on my word Farewell iust ten a clocke I shall come in Remember to let downe the Corde iust ten Thou 'lt open mouse pray God thou dost Amen Amen Amen I am an olde Courtier wench but I can spye A young Ducke close mum ten close t is not I Exit Curuetto Sim. Mistris sweet Ladies Enter Imperia and Ladies with table bookes Imp. Is his olde rotten Aqua-vitae bottle stopt vp is hee gone fie fie fie fie he so smels of Ale and Onions and Rosa-solis fie bolt the doore stop the key-hole least his breath peepe in burne some Perfume I doe not loue to handle these dry'd stocke-fishes that aske so much tawing fie fie fie 1 Lady Nor I trust me Ladie fih Imp. No no no no stooles and cushions lowe stooles lowe stooles sit sit sit round Ladies round So so so so let our sweet beauties be spred to the full and most moouing aduantage for we are falne into his hands who they say has an A B C for the sticking in of the least white pin in any part of the body 2 Lady Madame Imperia what stuffe is he like to draw out before vs Imp. Nay nay nay t is Greeke to mee t is Greeke to mee I neuer had remnant of his Spanish leather learning heere he comes your eares may nowe fit themselues out of the whole peece Enter Lazarino Laz. I doe first deliuer to your most Skreete long-fingred hands this head or top of all the members bare and vncomb'd to shew how deeply I stand in reuerence of your naked Female beauties Bright and vnclipt Angels if I were to make a discouerie of any new-found land as Virginia or so to Ladies Courtiers my speech should hoist vp Sailes fit to beare vp such loftie and well rigged vessels but because I am to deale onelie with the ciuell Chittie Matron I will not lay vpon your blushing and delicate cheeke any other colours than such as will giue luster to your chittie faces in to that purpose our Thesis is taken out of that most plentifull but most pretious booke Intituled the Oeconomicall Cornacopia 1 Lady The what Laz. The Oeconomicall Cornucopia thus Wise is that wife who with apt wit complaines That shee 's kept vnder yet rules all the raines 2 Lady Oh againe sweet Signior Complaines That shee 's kept vnder what follows La. Yet rules all the raines Wife is that wife who with apt wit complaines That shee 's kept vnder yet rules all the raines Most pure and refined plants of nature I will not as this Distinction inticeth take vp the parts as they lye heere in order As first to touch your wisedome it were follie next your complaining t is too common thirdly your keeping vnder t is aboue my capachitie and lastly the raines in your owne hands that is the A-per-se of all the verie creame of all and therefore how to skim off that onely onely listen a wife wise no matter apt wit no matter complaining no matter kept vnder no great matter but to rule the roast is the matter 4 Lady That ruling of the roast goes with me 4 Lady And me 5 Lady And me I le haue a cut of that roast Laz. Since then a womans onely desire is to haue the raines in her owne white hand your chiefe practise the very same day that you are wiued must be to get hold of these raines being fully gotten or wound about yet to complaine with apt wit as tho you had them not Imp. How shall we know Signior when wee haue them all or not Laz. I
BLVRT Master-Constable OR The Spaniards Night-walke As it hath bin sundry times priuately acted by the Children of Paules Patresque seueri Fronde comas vincti coenant et carmina dictant LONDON Printed for Henry Rockytt and are to be solde at the long shop vnder S. Mildreds Church in the Poultry 1602 Blurt Master Constable Enter Camillo with Violetta Hipolito Baptista Bentiuolio Virgilio as returning from warre euery one with a Gloue in his hat Ladies with them Doyt and Dandiprat Hipol I Mary Sir the onely rising vp in Armes is in the armes of a woman peace I say still is your onely Paradice when euerie Adam may haue his Christmas Eue and you take mee lying any more by the colde sides of a brazen-face field-peice vnlesse I haue such a Downe pillow vnder me I le giue you leaue to knocke vp both my golles in my Fathers hall and hang hats vpon these ten-penny nailes Viol. And yet brother when with the sharpest hookes of my wit I labour'd to pull you from the warres you broke loose like a horse that knew his owne strength and vow'd nothing but a man of warre should backe you Hip. I haue been backt since and almost vnbackt too Viol. And swore that honour was neuer dyed in graine till it was dipt in the cullors of the field Hip. I am a new man Sister and now cry a pox a that honor that must haue none but Barber-Surgions to waite vpon 't and a band of poore stragling rascals that euery twinckling of an eye forfeit their legs and armes into the Lords hands Wenches by Mars his sweatty Buffe Ierkin for now all my 〈◊〉 must smell a the Soldado I haue seene more mens head 〈◊〉 vp and downe like foote-balles at a breake-fast after the hungry Cannons had pickt them than are Maiden-heads in Venice and more legs of men seru'd in at a dinner then euer I shall see legs of Capons in one platter whilst I liue 1 Lady Perhaps all those were Capons legs you did see Virg. Nay mistris I le witnes against you for some of them Uiol. I doe not thinke for all this that my brother stood to it so lustilie as he makes his brags for 3 Lady No no these great talkers are neuer great doers Uiol. Faith brother how many did you kill for your share Hip. Not so many as thou hast done with that villanous eye by a thousand Viol. I thought so much that 's iust none Cam. T is not a Souldiers glory to tell howe many liues hee has ended but how many he has saued in both which honours the noble Hipolito had most excellent possession Belieue it my faire Mistris tho many men in a battle haue done more your brother in this equal'd him who did most he went from you a worthy Gentleman he brings with him that tytle that makes a Gentleman most worthy the name of a Souldier which how wel and how soone he hath earn'd would in me seeme glorious to rehearse in you to heare but because his owne eare dwels so neere my voice I will play the ill neighbour and cease to speake well of him Viol. An argument that eyther you dare not or loue not to flatter Cam. No more then I dare or loue to doe wrong yet to make a Cronicle of my friends nobly-acted deeds would stand as far from flattery in me as cowardize did from him Hip. S'foote if all the wit in this company haue nothing to set it selfe about but to run Deuision vpon me why then Eene burne off mine eares indeed but my little Mer-maides Signior Camillo does this that I now might describe the Niniuiticall motion of the whole battle and so tell what hee has done and come shall I begin 1 Lady O for beauties loue a good motion Hip. But I can tell you one thing I shall make your hayre stand vp an end at some things Uiol. Prethee good brother Soldier keepe the peace our haire stand an end pittie a my hart the next end would be of our wits we hang out a white flag most terrible Tamberlaine and begge mercy come come let vs neither haue your Niniuiticall motions nor your swaggering battailes why my Lord Camillo you inuited mee hether to a banquet not to the Ballad of a pitcht field Cam. And heere it stands bright Mistris sweetly attending what doome your lips willay vpon it Viol. I marie Sir let our teeth describe this Motion 2 Lady We shall neuer describe it well for fumbling i' th mouth Hip. Yes yes I haue a tricke to make vs vnderstand one another and we fumble neuer so Viol. Meddle not with his trickes sweet heart vnder pardon my Lord tho I am your guest I le bestow my selfe sit deere beauties for the men let them take vp places themselues I prethee brother fighter sit talke of any subiect but this langling law at Armes Hip. The law at logs then Vio. Wil you be so lustie no nor legs neither we 'll haue them tyed vp too since you are among Ladies gallants handle those things onlie that are fit for Ladies Hip. Agree'd so that we go not out of the compasse of those things that are fit for Lords Viol. Be 't so what 's the Theame then 1 Lady Beautie that fits vs best Cam. And of Beautie what tongue would not speake the best since it is the Iewell that hangs vpon the brow of heauen the best cullor that can be laide vpon the cheeke of earth beauty makes men Gods immortall by making mortall men to liue euer in loue for loue 2 Lady Euer not so I haue heard that some men haue dyed Viol. So haue I but I could neuer see 't I de ride forty miles to follow such a fellow to Church and would make more of a sprig of Rosemary at his buriall than of a gilded Bride-branch at mine owne wedding Camil. Take you such delight in men that dye for loue Uiol. Not in the men nor in the death but in the deed troth I thinke he is not a sound man that wil dye for a woman and yet I would neuer loue a man soundlie that would not knocke at deathes doore for my loue Hip. I de knocke as long as I thought good but haue my braines knockt out when I entred if I were he Cam. What Uenetian Gentleman was there that hauing this in his Burgonet did not to proue his head worthy of the honor doe more than defye death to the verie face trust vs Ladies our Signiory standes bound in greater summes of thankes to your beauties for victorie than to our vallour my deare Uioletta one kisse to this picture of your whitest hand when I was euen faint with giuing and receiuing the doale of warre Set a new edge on my sword in so much that I singled out a gallant Spirit of France And charg'd him with my Launce in full careere And after rich exchange of noble courage The space of a good houre on eyther side At last crying now
for Uiolettaes honour I vanquisht him and him dismounted tooke Not to my selfe but prisoner to my loue Viol. I haue heard much praise of that French gallant good my Lord bring him acquainted with our eyes Cam. I will goe boy fetch noble Fontinell Exit Boy Hip. Will your French prisoner drinke well or else cut his throate Cam. Oh no he cannot brooke it Hip. The pox he can s'light me thinks a French man shold haue a good courage to wine for many of them be exceeding hot fiery whoresons and resolute as Hector and as valliant as Troilus then come off and on brauely and lye by it and sweate for t too vpon a good and a millitary aduantage Enter Fontinell Cam. Prethee haue done heere comes the prisoner Viol. My Lord Camillo is this the Gentleman Whose vallour by your vallour is subdu'd Cam. It is faire Lady and I yeild him vp To be your beauties worthy prisoner Lord Fontinell thinke your captiuity Happie in this she that hath conquered me Receiues my conquest as my loues faire fee Viol. Faire stranger droope not since the chance of wars Brings to the Soldier death restraint or scarres Font. Lady I know the fortune of the field Is death with honour or with shame to yeild As I haue done Uiol. In that no scandall lyes Who dyes when he may liue he doubly dyes Font. My reputation 's lost Uiol. Nay that 's not so You flee not but were vanquisht by your foe The eye of warre respects not you nor him It is our fate will haue vs loose or win You will disdaine if I you prisoner call Font. No but reioyce since I am beauties thrall Hip. Enough of this come wenches shake your heeles Cam. Musicke aduance thee on thy golden wing And daunce deuision from sweet string to string Font. Camillo I shall curbe thy tyranie In making me that Ladies prisoner She has an Angels bodie but within 't Her coy heart sayes there lyes a heart of flint Musicke for a Measure Such beautie be my Iaylor a heauenly hell The darkest dungeon which spite can deuise To throw this carkasse in her glorious eyes Can make as lightsome as the fairest chamber In Paris Louure come captiuitie And chaine me to her lookes how am I tost Being twice in minde as twice in body lost Whilst Fontinell speakes they dance a straine Violetta on a sodaine breakes off the rest stand talking Cam. Not the measure out faire Mistris Viol. No faire seruant not the measure out I haue on the sodaine a foolish desire to be out of the measure Cam. What breeds that desire Viol. Nay I hope it is no breeding matter tush tush by my maiden-head I will not the musicke likes me not and I haue a shooe wrings me to 'th heart besides I haue a womans reason I will not daunce because I will not daunce prethee deare Hero take my prisoner there into the measure fye I cannot abide to see a man sad nor idle I le bee out once as the Musicke is in mine care Font. Lady bid him whose heart no sorrow feeles Tickle the rushes with his wanton heeles I haue too much lead at mine 1 Lady I le make it light Font. How 1 Lady By a nimble daunce Font. You hit it right 1 Lady Your Keeper bids you daunce Font. Then I obay My heart I feele growes light it melts away They daunce Violetta stands by marking Fontinell Viol. In troth a very pretty French man the carriage of his bodie likes me well so does his footing so does his face so does his eye aboue his face so does himselfe aboue all that can bee aboue himselfe Camillo thou hast plaide a foolish part Thy prisoner makes a slaue of thy loues heart Shal Camillo then sing willow willow willow not for the world no no my French prisoner I will vse thee Cupid knowes how and teach thee to fall into the hands of a woman if I doe not feede thee with faire lookes nere let me liue if thou getst out of my fingers til I haue thy verie heart nere let me loue nothing but thy life shall serue my turne and how otherwise I le plague thee Monsieur you and I le deale onely this because I le be sure he shall not start I le locke him in a little low roome besides himselfe where his wanton eye shall see neither Sunne nor Moone So the daunce is done and my heart has done her worst made me in loue farewel my Lord I haue much hast you haue many thankes I am angred a little but am greatly pleas'd if you wonder that I take this strange leaue excuse it thus that women are strange fooles and will take any thing Exit Hip. Trickes trickes kerry merry buffe how now lad in a traunce Cam. Strange farewell after deere Hippolito O what a maze is loue of ioy and woe Exeunt Font. Strange frenzie after wretched Fontinell Oh what a heauen is loue oh what a hell Exit Enter Lazarillo melancholy and Pilcher his boy Laz. Boy I am melancholy because I burne Pil. And I am melancholy because I am a colde Laz. I pine away with the desire of flesh Pil. It 's neither flesh nor fish that I pine for but for both Laz. Pilcher Cupid hath got me a stomacke and I long for lac'd mutton Pil. Plaine mutton without a lace would serue me Laz. For as your tame Monkey is your onely best most onely beast to your Spanish Lady or as your Tobacco is your onely smoker away of rewme and all other rewmeticke diseases or as your Irish lowse does bite most naturally foureteene weekes after the change of your Saffron seamed shirte or as the commodities which are sent out of the Low-countries and put in vessels called mother Cornelius dry-fats are most common in Fraunce so it pleaseth the destinies that I should thirst to drinke out of a most sweet Italian vessell being a Spaniard Pil. What vessell is that Signiort La. A Woman Pilcher the moyst handed Madona Imperia a most rare and diuine creature Pil. A most rascallie damn'd Curtizan La. Boy hast thou forrag'd the Country for a new lodging for I haue sworne to laye my bones in this Chittie of Uenice Pil. Any man that sees vs will sweare that we shall both lay our bones and nothing but bones and we stalke heere longer they tell me Signior I must goe to the Constable and he is to see you lodg'd La. Inquier for that busie-member of the Chitty Enter Doyt and Dandyprat passing ouer Pilc. I will and heere come a leash of Informers saue you plumpe youths Dan. And thee my leane stripling Pilc. Which is the Constables house Doit. That at the signe of the browne Bill Pilch. Farewell Dan. Why and farewell the roague 's made of pye-crust he 's so short Pilch. The Officious Gentleman inherits heere He knockes La. Knock or enter let thy voice pul him out by the eares Doit. Slid Dandiprat this is the Spanish curtall that
you chops why I am of the bloud of the Pilchers Dan. Nay s'foote if one should kill thee hee could not bee hang'd for 't for hee would shed no bloud ther 's none in thee Pilcher th' art a most pittifull dryed one Doy. I wonder thy master does not slice thee and swallow thee for an Anchoues Pil. He wants wine Boy to swallow me down for he wants money to swallow downe wine but farewell I must dog my master Dan. As long as thou dog'st a Spaniard thou 'lt nere be fatter but stay our hast is as great as thine yet to endeere our selues into thy leane acquaintance cry Riuo Hogh laugh and be fat and for ioy that we are met wee 'll meete and be merry sing Pil. I le make a shift to squeake Doyt. And I Dan. And I for my profession is to shift as well as you hem Sing Musicke Doit. What meate eates the Spaniard Pil. Dry'd Pilchers and poore Iohn Dan. Alas thou art almost mard Pil. My cheekes are falne and gone Doyt. Wouldst thou not leape at a peece of meate Pil. O how my teeth doe water I could eate For the heauens my flesh is almost gone With eating of Pilcher and poore Iohn Exeunt Enter Fontenell from Tennis and True-penny with him Fon. Am I so happy then True Nay sweet Monsieur Fon. O boy thou hast new wing'd my captiu'd soule Now to my Fortune all the Fates may yeild For I haue won where first I lost the field Tru. Why sir did my Mistris pricke you with the Spanish needle of her loue before I summond you from her to this parly Font. Doubts thou that boy True Of mine honestie I doubt extreamely for I cannot see the little Gods tokens vpon you there is as much difference betweene you and a Louer as betweene a Cuckolde and a Vnicorne Font. Why boy True For you doe not weare a paire of ruffled frowning vngartred Stockinges like a Gallant that hides his small timbred legs with a quaile-pipe boote your hose stands vpon too many points and are not troubled with that falling sicknes which followes pale meager miserable melancholy Louers your hands are not groping continuallie Font. Where my little obseruer Tru. In your greasie pocket sir like one that wants a Cloake for the raine and yet is still weather-beaten your hat nor head are not of the true hey-ho-blocke for it should be broad brim'd lymber like the skinne of a white pudding when the meate is out the Facing fattye the Felt dustye and not entred into any band but your hat is of the nature of a loose light heauie-swelling wench too straite laced I tell you Monsieur a Louer should be all loose from the sole of the foote rizing vpward and from the Bases or confines of the Slop falling downewards if you were in my Mistresses Chamber you should finde other-gates priuy signes of loue hanging out there Font. Haue your little eyes watcht so narrowlie Tru. Oh sir a Page must haue a Cats eye a Spaniels legge a whoores tongue a little tasting of the Cog a Catch-poles hand what he gripes is his owne and a little little baudy Font. Faire Violetta I will weare thy loue Like this French order neere vnto my heart Via for fate Fortune loe this is all At griefes rebound I le mount although I fall Enter Camillo and Hipolito from Tennis Doyt and Dandeprat with their cloakes and Rapiers Cam. Now by Saint Marke he 's a most trecherous villaine Dare the base French-mans eye gaze on my loue Hip. Nay sweet roague why wouldst thou make his face a vizard to haue two loope-holes onely when he comes to a good face may he not doe with his eyes what he will s'foote if I were as he I de pull them out and if I wist they would anger thee Camil. Thou ad'st heate to my rage away stand backe Dishonoured slaue more tretcherous then base This is the instance of my scorn'd disgrace Font. Thou ill aduiz'd Italian whence proceedes This sodaine fury Cam. Villaine from thee Hip. Hercules stand betweene them Font. Villaine by my bloud I am as free borne as your Uenice Duke Villaine Saint Dennis and my life to boote Thy lips shall kisse this pauement or my foote Hip. Your foote with a pox I hope y' are no Pope Sir his lips shall kisse my Sisters soft lippe and thine the tough lips of this nay Sir I doe but shewe you that I haue a toole doe you heate Saint Dennis but that we both stand vpon the narrow bridge of Honour I should cut your throate now for pure loue you beare to my Sister but that I know you would set out a throate Cam. Wilt thou not Stab the peasant That thus dishonours both thy selfe and me Hip. Saint Marke set his markes vpon me then stab I le haue my shinnes broken ere I le scratch so much as the skin off a the law of Armes shall I make a French-man cry oh before the fall of the Leafe not I by the Crosse of this Dandyprat Dan If you will Sir you shall coyne me into a shilling Hip. I shall lay too heauie a crosse vpon thee then Cam. Is this a time to iest boy call my seruants Doit. Gentlemen to the dresser Enter Sereuingmen Cam. You roague what Dresser ceaze on Fontenell And lodge him in a Dungeon presentlie Font. He steps vpon his death that stirres a foote Cam. That shall I trie as in the field before I made thee stoope so heere I le make thee bow Font. Thou plaidst the Soldier then the villaine now Camillo and his men set vpon him get him downe and disweapon him and holde him fast Font. Treacherous Italians Camil. Hale him to a Dungeon There if your thoughts can apprehend the forme Of Uioletta dote on her rare feature Or if your proude flesh with a sparing dyet Can still retaine her swelling spritefulnes Then Court insteed of her the croaking vermine That people that most solitarie vault Hip. But sirra Camillo wilt thou play the wise and venerable bearded Master Constable and commit him indeede because he would be medling in thy Precincte and will not put off the cap of his Loue to the browne-bill of thy desires Well thou hast giuen the Law of Armes a broken pate alreadie therefore if thou wilt needes turne Broker and be a cut-throate too doe for my part I le goe get a sweet ball and wash my handes of it Cam. Away with him my life shall answere it Font. To prison must I then well I will goe And with a light-wing'd spirit insult ore woe For in the darkest hell on earth I le finde Her faire Idea to content my minde Yet Fraunce and Italy with blistered tongue Shall publish thy dishonor in my wrong Oh now how happy wert thou couldst thou lodge me Where I could leaue to loue her Cam. By heauen I can Font. Thou canst Oh happie man This a kinde of new inuented law First feede the Axe after produce the Saw
Her heart no doubt will thy affections feele For thou 'lt pleade sighes in bloud and teares in steele Boy tell my loue her loue thus sighing spake I le vaile my crest to death for her deere sake Exit Cam. Boy what boy is that Hip. I st you Sir Pandarus the broking Knight of Troy are your two legs the paire of tressels for the French-man to get vp vpon my Sister Tru. By the nine Worthies worthy Gallants not I I a Gentleman for Conueiance I Sir Pandarus would Troy then were in my breeches and I burnt worse then poore Troy sweet Signior you know I know and all Uenice knowes that my Mistris scornes double dealing with her heeles Hip. With her heeles O heer 's a sure pocket Dag and my Sister shootes him off snipsnap at her pleasure Sirra Mephostophiles did not you bring letters from my Sister to the French-man True Signior no Cam. Did not you fetch him out of the Tennis Court Tru. No point per mafoy you see I haue many tongues speake for me Hip. Did not he follow your cracke-ship at a becke giuen True Ita true certes he spyed I spitting thus went thus Hip. But were staide thus Tru. You holde a my side and therefore I must needs stick to you t is true I going hee followed and following fingred me iust as your worship does now but I strugled and stragled and wragled and wragled and at last cryed Vale valete as I doe now with this fragment of a rime My Lady is grosly falne in loue and yet her waste is slender Had I not slipt away you wold haue made my buttocks teÌ„der Exit Dan. Shall Doyt I play the Bloud-hounds after him Cam. No let him run Hip. Not for this wager of my Sisters loue run away Dandipart catch True-penny hold him thy selfe shal passe more currant Da I fly Sir your Dandiprat is as light as a clipt Angel Exit Hip. Nay Gods lid after him Camillo reply not but away Cam. Content you know where to meete Exit Hip. For I know that the onelie way to win a wench is not to woe her the onely way to haue her fast is to haue her loose the onely way to tryumph ouer her is to make her fall and the way to make her fall Doit. Is to throw her downe Hip. Are you so cunning Sir Doit. O Lord Sir and haue so perfit a Master Hip. Well Sir you know the Gentlewoman that dwels in the midst of Saint Markes streete Doy. Midst of S. Markes streete Sir Hip. A pox on you the flea-bitten fac'd Ladie Doit. Oh Sir the freckle checke Madona I know her Signior as well Hip. Not as I doe I hope Sir Doit. No Sir I de be loath to haue such inward acquaintance with her as you haue Hip. Well sir slip goe presently to her and from me deliuer to her owne white hands Fontinels picture Doit. Indeed Sir she loues to haue her chamber hung with the pictures of men Hip. She does le keepe my sisters eyes and his painted face a sunder tell her besides the Maske holdes and this the night nine the houre say we are all for her away Doit. And shee 's for you all were you an Armie Exeunt Enter Imperia the Curtizan two maides Triuia and Simperina with perfumes Imp. Fie fie fie fie by the light oath of my Fanne the weather is exceeding tedious and faint Triuia Simperina stir stir stir one of you open the Case-ments t'other take a ventoy and gentlie coole my face fye I ha such an exceeding hye culler I so sweat Simperina dost heare prethee be more compendious why Simperina Sim. Heere Madame Imp. Presse downe my ruffe before away fie howe thou blowst vpon me thy breath gods me thy breath fie fie fie fie it takes off all the painting and culler from my cheeke In good faith I care not if I goe and be sicke presentlie hey ho my head so akes with carrying this Bodkin in troth I le try if I can bee sicke Triu. Na good sweet Ladie Sim. You know a companie of Gallantes will be heere at night be not out of temper sweet mistris Imp. In good troth if I bee not sicke I must be melancholye then this same gowne neuer comes on but I am so melancholie so hart-burnt t is a strange garment I warrant Simperina the foolish Taylor that made it was troubled with the stitch when he compos'd it Sim. That 's very likelie Madame but it makes you haue oh a most in-conie bodie Imp. No no no no by Saint Marke the waste is not long enough for I loue a long tedious waste besides I haue a most vngodlie middle in it and fie fie fie fie it makes mee bend i' th backe oh let me haue some Musicke Musicke Sim. That 's not the fault in your gowne Madame but of your baudie Imp. Fa la la fa la la indeede the bending of the backe is the fault of the bodie la la la la fa la la fa la la la la lah. Trm. O rich Sim. O rare Imp. No no no no no t is slight and common all that I do prethee Simperina doe not ingle me doe not flatter me Triuia I ha neuer a cast gowne till the next weeke fa la la la la la fa la la fa la la c. This stirring too and fro has done me much good a song I prethee I loue these French moâ—uings oh they are so cleane if you treade them true you shal hit them to a haire sing sing sing some odde and fantasticall thing for I cannot abide these dull and lumpish tunes the Musition stands longer a pricking them then I would doe to heare them no no no giue mee your light ones that goe nimbly and quicke and are full of changes and carrie sweet deuision ho prethee sing stay stay stay heer 's Hipolitoes Sonnet first read it and then sing it Reades Song In a faire woman what thing is best I thinke a currall lip No no you iest She has a better thing Then t is a pretty eye Yet t is a better thing Which more delight does bring Then t is a cherry cheeke No no you l ye Were neither lip nor cheekes currall nor cherry eyes Were not her swelling brest stucke with strawberies Nor had smooth hand soft skinne white necke pure eye Yet she at this alone your loue can tye It is O t is the onely ioy to men The onely praise to women what i st then This it is O this it is and in a womans middle it is plaste In a most beautious body a hart most chaste This is the Iewell Kings may buy If women sell this Iewell women bye One knockes within Frisco answers within Fris. Who the pox knockes Doy. One that wil knocke thy coxcombe if he doe not enter Fris. If thou dost not enter how canst thou knocke me Doy. Why then I le knocke thee when I doe enter Fris. Why then thou
for my life Imp. Some bodie shall pay for 't Fris. He for my head Imp. Doe not therefore come ouer me so with crosse blows no no no I shall be sicke if my speech be stopt by my Virginitie I sweare and why may not I sweare by that I haue not as well as poore mustie Soldiers doe by their honour Brides at foure twentie ha ha ha by their Maiden-heads Cittizens by their faith and Brokers as they hope to be saued by my Virginitie I sweare I dream'd that one brought me a goodlie Codshead and in one of the eyes there stucke mee thought the greatest pretious stone the most sparkling Diamond oh fie fie fie fie fie that Diamonds should make women such fooles Cur. A Codshead and a Diamond ha ha ha T is common common you may dreame as well Of Diamonds and of Codsheads where 's not one As sweare by your Virginitie where 's none I am that Codshead she has spide my stone My Diamond noble wench but nobler no see Puts it vp I am an olde Courtier and lye close lye close The Cornets sound a Lauolto which the Maskers are to daunce Camillo Hippolito and other Gallants euerie one saue Hippolito with a Ladie Maskt Zanies with Coaches enter sodainly Curuetto offers to depart Imp. No no no if you shrinke from me I will not loue you stay Cur. I am coniur'd and will keepe my circle They daunce Imp. Fie fie fie by the neate tung of eloquence this measure is out of measure t is too hot too hot gallants bee not ashamed to shew your owne faces Ladies vnapparell your deare beauties So so so so heere is a banquet sit sit sit Signior Curuetto thrust in among them soft Musicke there doe doe doe Cur. I will first salute the men close with the women and last sit Hip. But not sit last a banquet and haue these Suckets heere oh I haue a crue of Angels prisoners in my pocket and none but a good bale of dice can fetch them out Dice ho come my little letcherous Baboone by Saint Marke you shall venture your twentie crownes Cur. And haue but one Hip. I swore first Cur. Right you swore But oathes are now like Blurt our Constable Standing for nothing a meere plot a tricke The Maske dog'd me I hit it in the nicke A fetch to get my Diamond my deare stone I am a hoarie Courtier but lye close close close I le play Sir Hip. Come Cur. But in my to'ther hose Exit Omnes Curuetto Hip. Let him goe I knew what hooke would choake him and therfore baited that for him to nibble vpon an old combepeckt rascall that was beaten out a' th Cocke-pit when I could not stand a hye-lone without I held by a thing to come crowing among vs hang him lobster come the same oath that your Fore-man tooke take all and Sing Song Loue is like a Lambe and Loue is like a Lyon Fly from Loue he fights fight then does he fly on Loue is all in fire and yet is euer freezing Loue is much in winning yet is more in loozing Loue is euer sicke and yet is neuer dying Loue is euer true and yet is euer lying Loue does dote in liking and is mad in loathing Loue indeede is any thing yet indeed is nothing Laz. Mars armipotent with his Court-of-guard giue sharpnes to my Toledo I am beleager'd ô Cupid graunt that my blushing prooue not a Linstocke and giue fire too sodainlie to the roaring Meg of my desires most Sanguine cheekt Ladyes Hip. S'foote how now Don Dego Sanguine cheekt dost thinke their faces haue been at Cutlers out you roring-tawnyfac'd rascall t' were a good deede to beate my hyltes about 's coxcombe and then make him Sanguine cheekt too Cam. Nay good Hipolito Imp. Fye fie fie fie fie tho I hate his companie I wod not haue my house to abuse his countenance no no no bee not so Contagious I will send him hence with a flea in 's eare Hip. Doe or I le turne him into a flea and make him skip vnder some of your petticoates Imp. Signior Lazarillo Laz. Most sweet face you neede not hang out your silken tongue as a Flag of truce for I will drop at your feete ere I draw bloud in your Chamber yet I shall hardly drinke vp this wrong for your sake I will wipe it out for this time I would deale with you in secret so you had a voide roome about most deepe and serious matters Imp. I le send these hence fie fie fie I am so choakt still with this man of Ginger-bread and yet I can neuer be rid of him but harke Hipolito Hip. Good draw the Curtaines put out Candles and girles to bed Laz. Venus giue me sucke from thine owne most white and tender dugs that I may batten in loue deere instrument of manie mens delight are all these women Imp. No no no they are halfe men and halfe women Laz. You apprehend too fast I meane by women wiues for wiues are no maides nor are maides women If those vnbearded Gallants keepe the doores of their Wedlocke those Ladies spend their houres of pastime but ill ô most rich armefull of beautie but if you can bring all those Feamales into one ring into one priuate place I wil read a Lecture of discipline to their most great and honourable eares wherein I will teach them so to carrie their white bodies eyther before their husbands or before their Louers that they shall neuer feare to haue milke throwne in their faces nor I wine in mine when I come to sit vpon them in curtesie Imp. That were excellent I le haue them all heere at your pleasure Laz. I will shew them all the trickes and garbes of Spanish Dames I will studye for apt and legant phrase to tickle them with and when my deuise is readie I will come will you inspire into your most diuine spirits the most diuine soule of Tobacco Im. No no no fye fye fie I should be choakt vp if your pipe should kisse my vnder-lip La. Hence foorth most deepe stampe of Feminine perfection my Pype shall not bee drawne before you but in secret Enter Hippolito and the rest of the Maskers as before dauncing Hippolito takes Imperia Exeunt Laz. Lament my case since thou canst not prouoke Her nose to smell loue fill thine owne with smoake Exit Enter Hippolito and Frisco Fris. The wodden picture you sent her hath set her on fire and shee desires you as you pittye the case of a poore desperate Gentlewoman to serue that Monsieur in at Supper to her Enter Camillo Hip. The Frenchman Saint Dennis let her carue him vp Stay heer 's Camillo now my foole in fashion my sage Ideot vp with this brimmes downe with this deuill Melancholie are you decayed concupiscentious Inamorato newes news Imperia dotes on Fontinell Cam. What comfort speakes her loue to my sicke heart Hip. Mary this Sir heere 's a Yellow-hammer flew to me with thy water and I
as the prize of mine honour vpon my Loue the most faire Violetta my loues merit was basely solde to him by the most false Violetta not content with this Fellonie he hath dar'd to adde the sweet theft of Ignoble marriage shee 's now nones but his and hee treacherous villaine any ones but hers hee dotes my honor'd friends on a painted Curtizan and in scorne of our Italian lawes our familie our reuenge loathes Violettaes bed for a harlots bosome I coniure you therefore by all the bonds of Gentilitie that as you haue solemnely sworne a most sharpe so let the reuenge be most sodaine Uir. Be not your selfe a barre to that sodainnes by this protraction Omnes Away Gentlemen away then Hip. As for that light Hobby-horse my Sister whose foule name I will race out with my Poniard by the honour of my Familie which her lust hath prophaned I sweare and Gentlemen be in this my sworne brothers I sweare that as all Uenice does admire her beautie so all the world shall be amazed at her punishment follow therefore Uir. Stay let our resolutions keepe together whether goe we first Cam. To the Strumpet Imperiaes Omnes Agreed what then Cam. There to finde Fontinell found to kill him Vir. And kill'd to hang out his reeking bodie at his Harlots window Cam. And by his body the strumpets Hip. And betweene both my Sisters Vir. The Tragedie is iust on then begin Cam. As you goe euerie hand pull in a friend to strengthen vs against all opposites he that has any drop of true Italian bloud in him thus vow this morning to shed others or let out his owne if you consent to this follow me Omnes Via away the treacherous Frenchman dyes Hip. At so Saint Marke my Pistoll thus death flyes Exeunt Enter Fontinell and Imperia arme in arme Imp. Ah you little effeminate sweete Cheueleere why dost thou not get a loose Periwig of haire on thy chinne to set thy French face off by the panting pulse of Uenus thou art welcome a thousand degrees beyond the reach of Arithmaticke Good good good your lip is moiste moouing it hath the truest French close euen like Mapew la la la c. Font. Deare Ladie ô life of loue what sweetnes dwels In loues varietie the soule that plods In one harsh booke of beautie but repeates The stale and tedious learning that hath oft Faded the sences when in reading more We glide in new sweets and are staru'd with store Now by the heart of loue my Uiolet Is a foule weede ô pure Italian flower She a blacke Negro to the white compare Of this vnequal'd beautie O most accurst That I haue giuen her leaue to challenge me But Ladie poison speakes Italian well And in a loathed kisse I le include her hell Imp. So so so doe doe doe come come come will you condemne the mute rushes to be prest to death by your sweet body downe downe downe heere heere heere leane your head vpon the lap of my gowne good good good O Saint Marke Heere is a loue-marke able to weare more Ladies eyes for Iewels then oh lye still lye still I will leuill a true Venetian kisse ouer your right shoulder Font. Shoote home faire Mistris and as that kisse flyes From lip to lip wound me with your sharpe eyes Imp. No no no I le beate this Cherry-tree thus thus and thus and you name wound kisse him Font. I will offend so to be beaten still Imp. Doe doe doe and if you make any more such lips when I beate you by my Virginitie you shall busse this rod Musicke I pray thee bee not a puritaine Sister to the rest of the Sciences I knewe the time when thou couldst abide handling Lowde Musicke Oh fie fie fie forbeare thou art like a punie-Barber new come to the trade thou pick'st our eares too deepe So so so will my sweet prisoner entertaine a poore Italian Song Font. O most willingly my deare Madona Imp. I care not if I perswade my bad voice to wrastle with this Musicke and catch a straine so so so keep time keep time keepe time Song Loue for such a cherrie lip Would be glad to pawne his arrows Venus heere to take a Sip Would sell her Doues and teeme of Sparrow But they shall not so Hey nony nony no None but I this lip must owe Hey nony nony no Font. Your voice does teach the Musicke Imp. No no no Fon. Againe deare Loue Imp. Hey nony nony no Did Ioue see this wanton eye Ganimede must waite no longer Phoebe heere one night did lye Would change her face and looke much younger But they shall not so Hey nony nony no None but I this lip must owe Hey nony nony no Enter Frisco Triuia and Simperina running Omnes O Madona Mistris Madona Fris. Case vp this Gentleman ther 's rapping at doore and one in a small voice saies ther 's Camilla and Hippolito Simp And they will come in Font. Vpon their deathes they shall for they seeke mine Imp. No no no locke the doores fast Triuia Simperina stir Both Alas Font. Come they in shape of Deuils this Angell by I am arm'd let them come in vds foote they dye Imp. Fie fie fie I will not haue thy white body Uiol. What ho Madona Knocke Imp. O harke not hurt for the Rialta goe goe goe put vp by my Virginitie you shall put vp Viol. Heere are Camilla and Hippolito Im. Into that little roome you are there as safe as in France or the Low Countries Font. Oh God! Exit Imp. So so so let them enter Triuia Simperina smooth my gowne treade downe the rushes let them enter doe doe doe no wordes pretty darling la la la hey nony nony no Enter Frisco and Violetta Fris. Are two men transform'd into one woman Imp. How now what motion 's this Uiol. By your leaue sweet beautie pardon my excuse which vnder the maske of Camilloes and my brothers names sought entrance into this house good Sweetnes haue you not a propertie heere improper to your house my husband Imp. Hah your husband heere Viol. Nay be as you seeme to be white Doue without gall Imp. Gall your husband ha ha ha by my ventoy yellow Lady you take your marke improper no no no my Suger-candie Mistris your good man is not heere I assure you heere ha hah Triu. Sim. Heere Frisco Much husbands heere Viol. Doe not mocke mee fairest Venetian come I knowe hee 's heere good faith I doe not blame him for your beautie glides ouer his error troth I am right glad that you my Countrie woman haue receiued the pawne of my affections you cannot bee hard-harted louing him nor hate mee for I loue him too since wee both loue him let vs not leaue him till wee haue call'd home the ill husbandrie of a sweete Stragler prethee good wench vse him well Imp. So so so Viol. If he deserue not to bee vsed well as I de bee loath he should deserue it
I le ingage my selfe deere beauty to thine honest hart giue me leaue to loue him and I le giue him a kinde of leaue to loue thee I know he heer 's me I prethee try mine eyes if they knowe him that haue almost drown'd themselues in their owne salt water because they cannot see him In troth I le not chide him if I speake wordes rougher then soft kisses my pennaunce shall bee to see him kisse thee yet to holde my peace Fris. And that 's torment enough alas poore wench Sim. Shee 's an Asse by the crowne of my Mayden-head I de scratch her eyes out if my man stood in her Tables Uiol. Good partener lodge me in thy priuate bed Where in supposed follie he may end Determin'd sinne thou smil'st I know thou wilt What loosenes may terme dotage truelie read Is loue ripe gather'd not soone withered Imp. Good troth pretty wed-locke thou makst my little eyes smart with washing themselues in brine I keep your Cocke from his owne roost and mar such a sweete face and wipe off that daintie red and make Cupid tole the bell for your loue-sicke hart no no no if he were Ioues own Ingle Ganimed fie fie fie I le none your Chamber-fellow is within thou shalt inioy my bed and thine owne pleasure this night Simperina conduct in this Ladie Frisco silence ha ha ha I am sorrie to see a woman so tame a foole come come come Viol. Starre of Venetian beautie thankes ô who Can beare this wrong and be a woman too Exeunt Enter Camillo Hippolito Virgilio and others the Duke Gentlemen with him Blurt and his watch on his side with Torches Omnes We are dishonour'd giue vs way he dyes he dyes Duk. I charge you by your dueties to the State And loue to gentrie sheath your weapons Blu. Stand I charge you put vp your naked weapons and wee 'll put vp our rusty Billes Cam. Vp to the hilts we will in his French bodie My Lord we charge you by the rauisht honour Of an Italian Lady by our wrongs By that eternall blot which if this slaue Passe free without reuenge like Leprosie Will run ouer all the bodie of our fames Giue open way to our iust wrath least bar'd Duk. Gentlemen Cam. Breaking the bonds of honour and of duetie We cut a passage through you with our swoords Omnes He that withstands vs run him through Blurt I charge you i' th Dukes name before his owne face to keep the peace Cam. Keepe thou the peace that hast a Peasants heart Watc. Peasant Cam. Our peace must haue her cheekes painted with bloud Omn. Away through Blu. Sweet Gentlemen though you haue called the Dukes owne ghost Peasant for I walke for him i' th night Kilderkin Pisse-breech holde out yet heere me deare blouds the Duke heere for fault of a better and my selfe Cuckoe flye not hence for fault of a better are to lay you by the heeles if you goe thus with fire and swoord for the Duke is the head and I Blurt am the purtenaunce Woodcocke keepe by my side Now sir Omn. A plague vpon this Woodcocke kill the Watch Duk. Now in the name of manhood I coniure yee Appeare in your true shapes Italians You kill your honours more in this reuenge Than in his murder Stay stand heer 's the house Blu. Right Sir this is the whoore-house heere hee calles and sets in his staffe Duk. Sheath all your weapons worthy Gentlemen And by my life I sweare if Fontinell Haue stain'd the honour of your Sisters bed The fact being death I le pay you his proude head Cam. Arrest him then before our eyes and see Our furie sleepes Duk. This honest Officer Blur. Blurt sir Duk. Shall fetch him foorth goe sirra in our name Attach the French Lord Blur. Garlicke and the rest follow stronglie Exeunt watch Duk. O what a scandall were it to a State To haue a stranger and a prisoner Murdred by such a troope Besides through Uenice Are numbers of his Country-men dispearst Whose rage meeting with yours none can preuent The mischiefe of a bloudie consequent Enter Blurt and watch holding Fontinell and his weapons Blu. The Duke is within an Inch of your nose and therefore I dare play with it if you put not vp deliuer I aduise you Font. Yeeld vp my weapons and my foe so nye My selfe and weapons shall together yeeld Come any one come all Omnes Kill kill the Frenchman kill him Duk. Be satisfi'd my noble Countrymen I le trust you with his life so you will pawne The faithes of Gentlemen no desperate hand Shall rob him of it otherwise he runnes Vpon this daungerous point that dares appose His rage gainst our authoritie French Lord Yeeld vp this strength our word shal be your Guard Font. Who defyes death needs none hee 's well prepar'd Duk. My honest fellow with a good defence Enter againe fetch out the Curtizan And all that are within Blu. I le tickle her it shall nere bee said that a browne Byll lookt pale Exeunt watch Cam. Frenchman thou art indebted to our Duke Font. For what Cam. Thy life for but for him thy soule Had long ere this hung trembling in the ayre Being frighted from thy bosome with our swoords Font. I doe not thanke your Duke yet if you will Turne bloudie Executioners who dyes For so bright beauty is a bright Sacrifice Duk. The beautie you adore so is prophane The breach of wedlocke by our law is death Font. Law giue me law Duk. With all seueritie Font. In my Loues eyes immortall ioyes doe dwell She is my heauen she from me I am in hell Therefore your Law your Law Duk. Make way she comes Enter Blurt leading Imperia watch with Violetta maskt Imp. Fye Fye Fye Blu. Your fye fye fye nor your foh foh foh cannot serue your turne on must now beare it off with head and shoulders Duk. Now fetch Curuetto and the Spaniard heather Their punishments shall lye vnder one doome What is she maskt Blu. A puncke too follow fellows Slubber afore Exeunt Vio. Shee that is maskt is leader of this Maske What 's heere Bowes Billes and Gunnes noble Camillo I am sure you are Lord of all this mis-rule I pray For whose sake doe you make this swaggering fray Cam. For yours and for your owne we come resolu'd To murther him that poisons your chaste bed To take reuenge on you for your false heart And wanton dame our wrath heere must not sleepe Your sinne being deep'st your share shall be most deepe Viol. With pardon of your grace my selfe to you all At your owne weapons thus doe answere all For paying away my heart that was my owne Fight not to win that in good troth t is gone For my deere loues abusing my chaste bed And her sweet theft Alacke you are misled This was a plot of mine onelie to trie Your loues strange temper sooth I doe not lye My Fontinell nere dally'd in her armes She neuer
bound his heart with amorous charmes My Fontinell nere loath'd my sweet embrace Shee neuer drew loues picture by his face When he from her white hand would striue to goe Shee neuer cry'd fye fye nor no no no With prayers and bribes we hyred her Both to lye Vnder that roofe for this must my loue dye Who dare be so hard harted looke you we kisse And if he loath his Uioletta iudge by this Font. O sweetest Violet I blush Kisse Viol. Good figure Weare still that maiden blush but still be mine Fon. I seale my selfe thine owne with both my hands In this true deede of gift Gallants heere stands This Ladies Champion at his foote I le lye That dares touch her who taintes my constancie I am no man for him fight he with her And yeeld for shee 's a noble conquerer Duk. This combat shall not neede for see asham'd Of their rash vowes these Gentlemen heere breake This storme and doe with hands what tongues should speake Omnes All friends All friends Hip. Puncke you may laugh at this Heer 's trickes but mouth I le stop you with a kisse Enter Curuetto and Lazarillo led by Blurt and the watch Blu. Roome keep al the scabs back for heer comes Lazarus Duk. Oh heer 's our other spirits that walke i' th night Signior Curuetto by complaint from her And by your writing heere I reach the depth Of your offence they charge your climbing vp To be to rob her if so then by law You are to dye vnlesse she marrie you Im. I Fie fie fie I will be burnt to ashes first Cur. How dye or marie her then call me Daw Marry her shee 's more common then the law For boyes to call me Oxe noh I am not drunke I le play with her but hang her wed no puncke I shall be a hoarie Courtier then indeede And haue a perilous head then I were best Lye close lye close to hide my forked crest Noh fye fye fye hang me before the doore Where I was drown'd ere I marry with a whore Duk. Well Signior for we rightly vnderstand From your accusers how you stood her guest We pardon you and passe it as a iest And for the Spaniard sped so hardlie too Discharge him Blurt Signior we pardon you Blu. Sir hee 's not to bee discharg'd nor so to bee shot off I haue put him into a new suite and haue entred into him wich an action he owes me two and thirtie shillings Laz. It is thy honour to haue me dye in thy debt Blu. It would be more honour to thee to pay me before thou dyest twenty shillings of this debt came out of his nose Laz. Beare witnes great Duke hee 's paide twentie shillings Blu. Signior no you cannot smoake me so he tooke twenty shillings of it in a fewme and the rest I charge him with for his lying La. My lying most pittifull Prince was abhominable Blu. He did lye for the time as well as any Knight of the Poaste did euer lye Laz. I doe heere put off thy suite and appeale I warne thee to the Court of Conscience and will pay thee by two pence a weeke which I wil rake out of the hot embers of Tobacco ashes and then trauaile on foote to the Indies for more golde whose red cheekes I will kisse and beate thee Blurt if thou watch for me Hip. There be many of your Countrymen in Ireland Signior trauaile to them La. No I will fall no more into bogges Duk. Sirra his debt our selfe will satisfie Blu. Blurt my Lord dare take your word for as much more Duk. And since this heate of furie is all spent And Tragicke shapes meete Comicall euent Let this bright morning merrily be crown'd With daunces banquets and choyce Musickes sound Exeunt FINIS